Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 07:11:04 +0000
From: K Roraus <ladykay1969@hotmail.com>
Subject: Janets Coming out Part 1 "TG" Fiction

  It all started innocently enough.  I was surfing the web looking for
decent Transgendered shopping sites when I came across an ad that caught my
eye.

"Feel like a complete woman inside and out".

   My curiousity being piqued I decided to click on the link. I landed on a
site called Body by Katherine that offered the standard fare of CD
prosthetics and was about to leave the site when I scrolled over a hidden
button and the pop up read "enter if you dare".  Being a reformed Warez
hacker I recognized the portal for what it was and clicked on it.
  Imagine my suprise when I read the following ad.

"Ever thought about what it would be like to take a man like a GG?"  "Ever
wondered what it was really like to have your own set of "real" DD's?"
"Well, wonder no more because you have found what EVERY CD seeks, the
ability to appear genetically female inside and out".

Now, I have been around the internet for over a decade and can sniff out the
bullshit from the roses and something about this ad smelled genuine so I
clicked the product page and almost fell off my chair in amazement at the
before and after pics of their clients.

For each client there were three pics, a before..a during..and an after.
The first showing them as their genetic male self, the second showing them
donning the prosthetics and the third showed their nude form after donning
the products appearing 100% female.

Upon perusing the products a little closer I found the small print "Caution:
May lead to fully female sensations"  Hell, isn't that what we all seek?

Digging into my wallet I found my Platinum Mastercard and was determined to
spend the limit on it if the product really worked as it was advertised.
Besides, there is always an implied 30 day money back guarantee if not fully
satisfied.

  After filling in the CC info I noticed an area that asks for your "perfect
measurements" so, on a whim I type in 40D-32-36 and don't give it anymore
thought and click send.

  Approximately 3 days later FedEx knocked on my door with a Legal by Letter
box in plain brown wrap.  Trying not to appear too anxious I sign the form
w/a shaking hand and hurry off to the bedroom to unwrap my new presents.

  Inside the box wrapped in delicate pink tissue paper is a set of D Latex
falsies and a Latex vagina gaffe along with a black lace 40D demi cup bra
and matching thong panties and a "care and feeding"(ie.instruction) manual.

  Not wanting to waste too much time I skim through the manual for the
basics.

  It reads: "To get the full effect from this product, first attach the self
adhering Latex breasts to a shaven chest and put on the lovely black bra".
"Next attach the vagina gaffe and cover that w/the matching black lace
thong."  "You will feel a sensation of the items molding to your skin, don't
be alarmed as this is normal."  "After 10 mins you will be able to remove
the lingerie and have the total outward and inward appearance of a genetic
female and be able to enjoy all the sensations of such."

  "CAUTION: These effects will last for 8 consecutive hours so do not don
the garments unless you have 8 hrs to be female.  Enjoy!!!! "

                  "Katherine :-)"

  Being as how the girlfriend was out of town(she accepts that I am a TG)
for the weekend I decided without further ado to give it a go.  I mean I did
just shell out over a grand on my platinum card that would take me 6 months
to pay off for the "realism" of being a girl.

  Following the instructions carefully I shaved my chest and decided it was
better to be safe than sorry and shaved my genitals too.  After a quick
rubdown with some moisterizing lotion I gently put the falsies against my
chest and felt them "suction" into place.  "Wow" I thought, "these have some
real weight to them".  Being a T-girl for many years it took me all of 10
seconds to fasten the hooks on my new lovely demi bra.  Once completed I
stepped into the gaffe and inserted my penis into the tube provided for it
and slowly drew the thong up my freshly shaven legs adoring the feel of the
lace as it slid over my smooth legs.
  Setting my digital timer to 10 mins I laid down on the bed and closed my
eyes and tried to imagine what would happen.  Boy was I in for a shock!!  As
I lay down I could feel the falsies appear to be growing into my chest and
my penis felt like it had shriveled up and inverted itself.
  Reaching down between my legs I felt for my "jewels" as mom used to call
them and found they had been replaced by my "mons".  I almost cried at the
sensations I was feeling.  Sliding the thin strap of material aside I
explored my nether region and found that I had what appeared to be a fully
functional vagina complete with a "very" sensitive clit.
  Running my hands back up my "slim" (SLIM?  WTF) waist and over the cups of
my bra I feel my quarter sized nipples stand at attention.  Running to grab
my cloth tape measure (boy, feel those bounce) I come to find out that I am
now a perfect 40D-32-36 (my dream measurements).
  Upon reading the instruction manual a little deeper I come to find out it
not only feminizes those portions covered by the garments but also gives the
rest of the body an overall feminization to complete the look.  As a result
my arms are more feminine, my voice is three octaves higher and god damn,
check out my ass and legs now.
  Wanting to get the most out of what I was experiencing, I quickly went to
our "toy" drawer and found my adjustable nipple clamps and attached them to
my new breasts and almost fell over from the weakness it caused in my legs.
Reaching back down between my legs I find that the crotch of my new thong
panties has become damp so I pull them off and stick my freshly painted nail
inside my new vagina and find that I am as wet as a virgin on her first make
out session.
  Reaching back into the "toy" drawer I find my 8" Pink Jelly vibrator and
decide it is now or never to find out how it really feels to be penetrated
as a "woman".  As I slowly rub it up and down against my outer labia I can
feel myself starting to self lubricate and I slide it in ever so slowly.
"OMG" I think to myself as I finally slide all 8" in.  "No wonder women moan
and groan when getting penetrated".  As I slowly turn on the vibe I can feel
my thighs start to tremble and my toes start to curl as I am hit by my very
first female orgasm that almost makes me pass out.
  Not wanting the sensations to stop I turn the vibe on full power and DO
pass out.  When I come to there is a puddle on our new satin sheets and the
smell of my female musk permeates the room.  "Gonna have to wash the sheets
before the gf gets home" I think to myself or she will think I have been
cheating on her...hehehe.
  Putting the toys away I find myself getting dressed in the only
appropriately fitting clothes I can find for this body, an old sweatsuit I
had from my younger days.  "Hmmm, I am definitely gonna have to shopping".
The main problem arose when I realized all my credit cards have my "male"
name on them.  Fortunately I have my ex's old wedding band and slip that on
my finger and hope that if any of the sales ladies mention the CC I can
claim it is my hubby's and I am spending his money.
  Heading to the mall I decide to hit all the shops I couldn't buy in in my
"normal" self mode (ie. Victoria's Secret, Torrid, Fredricks).  3 hrs later
and another grand lighter I find myself heading back to the car with 10 bags
of goodies and fortunately there is a young man willing to help a nice lady
out to "her" car with them.
  After loading up the trunk I slip him 5 bucks and a smile and thank him
for his service. He replies "If I can be of service again, don't hesitate to
call" and slips me his number.  "Holy crap" I think, this 20yr old blonde
adonis just hit on me".  "Wonder if he realizes I am old enough to be both
is "Mother" and Father..hehehe.
  Hurrying home I have to do like any woman would and play dress up with my
new outfits and make sure I have a clean 1gig memory card on my camera and a
full supply of batteries as I am going to be taking a lot of pics to
commemorate this occasion.
  First comes the basics, bras and matching panties(a girls gotta have
matching lingerie).  There is a cute yellow satin bra w/matching G-string, a
Racy black and red lace set, a silk Hot pink set and a few "everyday wear"
cotton sets.
  Next comes the mini skirts and tank tops I bought at Torrids along
w/fishnet stockings and CFM heels.  I also bought some skirt suits and
business type attire for when I am feeling "matronly"(like that's gonna
happen..lol).
  Finally I bring out the bags I have been waiting all day to try on, the
"naughty" wear.  Laying the items out on the bed I first try on my white
wedding set which includes the garter belt, thigh highs and corset complete
w/the veil.  After a few pics it is time to try on my "Catwoman" suit
complete w/mask and damn if I don't look finer than Halle Berry did in it.
Last but definitely not least comes the ultimate "Domme" outfit.  Black
thigh high stilleto boots, black fishnet stockings, a black leather studded
corset and matching G-string panty. After another round of photos I put all
my new belongings away and settle into a comfy cotton nighty and curl up
with a glass of wine and a "chick flick"(hmm, chick flick??).

  Awakening the next morning I find myself back to my normal male self
curled up with a pillow wearing the new cotton nighty.  Wondering if it was
all a dream I quickly search my closet and find all the new outfits I bought
yesterday. Reaching into the pocket of the sweatsuit I wore yesterday I find
the slip of paper with my "Blonde Adonis'" phone number.  It reads "If you
need any other type of "help", call me...Brad."  With a sly smile on my face
I decide "what the hell".  Slipping into the shower I decide to freshen up
and get ready for another day as my new female self. "Crap, I haven't even
thought up a good name for myself yet" I sit there thinking as I finger the
paper with Brad's number on it.
  Being a fan of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" I think to myself "what the
hell, I will be the Janet to his Brad".  Drying off from the shower I reach
into the back of my lingerie drawer and draw out my new "breasts and vagina"
along w/the matching lingerie and get ready to start my transformation from
"Jayce" to "Janet".
  Setting the timer for 10 mins again I settle my new breasts against my
chest and slip into the gaffe and slowly draw the lingerie up my body.  This
time I am going to watch the transformation in my full length mirror.
Gritting my teeth against the shock I know is about to hit my system, I
stand in front of the mirror and for the next 10 mins watch as a 275lb man
metamorphs into a 135lb svelte woman.
   Having set up my video camera prior to donning my "apparel" the camera
captures the whole experience as my breasts swell to fill out the cups of my
bra and my penis goes from being an outward bulge to a smooth crotch.  Upon
closer scrutiny I can see what appears to be a wave of energy move from the
panties down my legs as they are becoming more slender and feminine.  The
same wave radiates upwards compressing my rib cage and giving me the
"hourglass" shape I asked for. Trying not to blink I watch a similar wave
radiate up from the bra slenderizing my shoulders and feminizing my facial
features into a softer, more female appearance.  At the end of the 10 mins I
try out my "new" voice and find it is the same timbre as yesterday and
decide it is now or never if I am going to call Brad.
  *Ring,Ring*  *Ring,Ring*  "Hello" he says.  Feeling like a school girl
with her first crush I catch my breath and try to steady my voice.  "Hi,
it's Janet, we met at the mall yesterday and you helped me with my
packages".  "Oh, the foxy blonde, I remember you..what can I do for you?" he
replies.  "Well, I am all alone today as my significant other is out of town
and I am bored as shit and looking for something to do" I tell him.  "How
about we meet for coffee and see what we can get ourselves into" he
suggests. Agreeing to meet him for lunch at Starbucks at noon I realize I
have two hours to kill so I find my digital camera and take some "Nudie"
pics to commemorate my new body in case after the gf comes home I don't get
another chance to don my "special" apparel.
  After about an hour of screwing around with my camera I realize I had
better get ready for my lunch date so I hurry into the closet and have to
make one of the hardest decisions of my new female persona.  Do I go
"Schoolmarm" or "Slut"?  Being as how it is lunch at Starbucks I decide to
wear one of my new "Matronly(never thought I would have an occasion to wear)
outfits consisting of a charcoal pinstriped blazer and skirt with a black
lacy cami underneath.  For a touch of wickedness I put on a pair of black
lacy crotchless panties and matching black garter belt with fishnet thigh
highs.  Sliding into my 3" stilleto heels I realize I have about 45 mins to
get my face done up and get to Starbucks.  Using a cross between "daytime"
makeup and a touch of "nighttime" makeup techniques I realize I look like a
horny businesswoman(just the look I was shooting for).
  Slipping the bare essentials(lipstick, compact, blush, brush and cash)
into my clutch purse I slip into my convertible and drop the top.  Wrapping
a scarf around my freshly coiffed hairdo I head to my lunch date with Brad.
Arriving fashionably late(5 mins) I park and see Brad standing outside the
restaurant in a pair of tan slacks and a matching button down shirt that
does nothing to hide his bulging muscles.  Thinking wicked thoughts I slide
my finger up my inner thigh and find that I am moist at the thought of him.
Sliding out of the car I feel the breeze as it passes up my legs and across
my vagina sending a shiver down my back.
  Crossing the parking lot Brad notices me approaching and a slight smile
passes across his lips.  "Sorry I am late cutie" I say to which he replies
"for you I would wait hours".  "Oh really? but we just met yesterday" I
reply.  "It seems like I have known you for years" he says to me.  Linking
my arm in his I motion towards the door. "Shall we then?" I ask.  "But of
course" he replies.  After being shown to a table Brad gallantly pulls my
chair back for me.  Smoothing my skirt down I take the proffered seat and
let him slide me to the table. "What a gentleman" I think.
  All during the course of lunch we make small talk about ourselves(of
course I have to make it up as we go)such as our likes, dislikes, favorite
colors, etc.  As the afternoon wears on the talk starts taking on sexual
innuendos to which I politely blush.  "I am sorry, did I offend you?" he
asks.  "No dear, but I am a happily attached woman" I reply.  Thinking he
has just struck out with me Brad turns the talk back to mundane things and I
realize it is now been two hours that we have been talking and I feel a
strange deep connection with this man young enough to be my son.  Excusing
my self to the restroom I enter a stall and sit down to pee(what a feeling).
  As thoughts race through my mind I can't help wondering what the hell is
happening to me.  I am madly and passionately in love with my girlfriend but
this young man is really making my juices flow.
  Returning to the table I note the time and tell Brad how much I have
enjoyed his company but I have a few errands to run.  He replies "I have
immensely enjoyed our date and have never met a woman like you(ain't that
the truth)".  He then asks if I have any plans for dinner to which I reply
"not at the moment".  He asks if he can take me to dinner "say around 7?".
"Ok" I reply.  "Is there a dress code where we are going?" I ask.  "Just
look sexy" he replies.  Handing him a slip of paper with my address on it I
give him a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug.  Prolonging the hug for a few
seconds I feel his hand slide down the small of my back and lightly cup my
ass.  Feeling my legs get weak I quickly break the hug before I do anything
I might regret and say "see you at 7" and hurry off to my car.
  Returning home I quickly strip off my conservative outfit down to my
naughties and reach for my adjustable nipple clamps and 8" jelly vibe and
flop onto the bed.  Running my hands down my slim belly my manicured
fingernail finds my wet pussy and pulling the lips aside I lightly run the
nail over my engorged clit and feel delicious shivers overtake my body.
Letting the first orgasm wash over me I reach for the clamps and put them on
light tension and attach them to my already hard nipples.  Feeling the next
wave washing over me I turn on my vibe to a low buzz and slowly insert it as
far as it will go inside my already soaking pussy.  As my breath quickens
and my pulse rate soars I slowly tighten the clamps to maximum tension and
turn the vibe to full speed and let out a high pitched scream as I come to
full orgasm and pass out for what feels like hours but in reality is only 5
mins.
  After regaining consciousness, I decide to draw a bubble bath and light a
few candles in the bathroom.  Turning on some light Jazz I lay down in the
garden tub for a leisurely soak.  An hour later the alarm goes off waking me
from my soak I slowly draw myself out of the tub and give myself a thorough
cleaning both inside and out(just in case I feel wicked).  wrapping a stiff
terry cloth towel around myself I feel my nipples harden and have to focus
all my attention not to play with myself again.  Realizing I still have
three hrs until our dinner date I head off to the nail salon to get a
manicure and pedicure.  Emerging from the nail salon I head to the Beauty
salon for a completely new look.  After about an hour in the chair I am
handed a mirror and gasp in shock as my new look is revealed.  Staring back
at me in the mirror is a blonde bombshell with shoulder length feathered
hair, delicately shaped eyebrows and the sluttiest makeup job I have ever
seen on a woman.  Hurrying home I take my time picking out just the right
outfit for my first dinner date as a woman.
  Looking and feeling wicked I reach into my closet and pull out my "domme"
outfit and a matching black leather mini skirt.  Pulling the G-string up my
smooth legs and settling it comfortably into the crack of my ass, I gently
draw up the fishnet stockings and attach them to a black leather garter
belt.  Slipping my black leather studded corset around my torso I lean
forward and slip my breasts into the cups and do up the front buckles.
Taking a very deep breath and letting it out all at once I reach back and
draw the rear laces as tight as they will go giving me that perfect
hourglass figure I have always dreamed of.  Taking a few minutes to let my
body get used to the tightness I realize I still have 45 mins till Brad is
due to arrive.  Looking in my jewelry box I come up with a diamond studded
choker and matching teardrop earrings as well as a 3 strand diamond tennis
bracelet.  "That ought to turn a few heads" I think to myself.  Realizing my
time is running out I slip the leather mini on and slip into my thigh high
boots slowly drawing the zipper up till they are nice and snug.  With 15
mins to spare I grab my matching leather bolero jacket(in case it(Brad) is
cold) and head to the livingroom for a glass of wine to calm my nerves
before my White Knight arrives to take me to dinner.
  Finishing my second glass of wine I hear the doorbell ring.  Looking at
the clock on the wall I see it is 7pm. "Score one for promptness" I think to
myself.  Sashaying to the door hearing my heels clicking on the tile floor I
slowly undo the deadbolt shivering in anticipation of seeing Brad again.
Slowly pulling the door open I find Brad standing on my doorstep in a pair
of pleated blue pinstriped slacks with a matching blazer covering a silk
open collared sky blue shirt.  He is holding a dozen roses and doesn't seem
to notice the outfit I am wearing until I ask "So, sexy enough for you?".
Seeing the reaction in the front of his pants is all the answer I need.  As
he tries to stammer out an answer I gently push his jaw back into place and
invite him in for a few minutes before we are off on our date.  "Is this too
racy for where we are going" I ask.  "If so, I can change back into the
outfit I wore earlier".  With a deep breath he replies "I am going to be the
luckiest man wherever we go tonight because every head will turn and they
will all know you are with me".   "Whatever you do, don't change" he says.
Having loosened up a bit from the wine I give him a flirtatious giggle and
say "I am yours for the night stud".  Grabbing my clutch purse I offer him
my arm and he escorts me out to a waiting black stretch limo (what the hell
does this guy do that he can afford a limo?).  As the chauffeur opens the
door for us I offer him a slight smile and thank him.  Smoothing my skirt
down I gently slide in and move over to allow Brad in.   Being ever the
gentleman Brad gets in and sits across from me(all the better to try and get
a glimpse up my skirt no doubt..hehehe).  As the limo slips into the night I
express my delight at riding in a limo for the first time in my life and ask
him "so, what does a young man like you do for a living that you can afford
a limo?"  To which he replies "I inherited some money and made a lot of wise
investments in my short life".  Not wanting to be nosey I let it slide and
enjoy the ride.  After about a 30 min. ride we arrive at a private airstrip
where there is a helicopter waiting. "Will the wonders of this night ever
cease?" I think to myself.  As the limo comes to a stop the chauffeur opens
the rear doors and Brad grabs my hand and with a laugh says "Don't be
afraid, let's go".  Little does he know I am not afraid but exhilarated.
  Climbing aboard I settle into the seat and reach for the seatbelt.  After
snapping it into place Brad reaches across "accidently" brushing against my
right breast and ensures it is snug.  As the copter lifts off the helipad I
get butterflies in the pit of my stomach and feel suddenly light headed.
Linking my arm in Brads I lay my head against his shoulder and look out the
window at the nighttime skyline and whisper in Brad's ear "It's
breathtaking".  "Yes you are" he replies. With a warm fuzzy feeling taking
over my body I relax and marvel at the skyline as our journey heads to the
next level.
  Settling down gently on the roof of the tallest building in town Brad
rushes under the rotors and opens my door beckoning me to follow him to the
waiting open rooftop door.  As we decend one flight of stairs I can hear the
gentle babble of voices coming from the restaurant.  Stepping through the
door held open for us by the Maitre D' the room falls into a sudden hush as
all eyes (male and female both) turn towards my date and I entering.  Trying
to control a fierce blush, I stroll arm and arm to our waiting table with my
dashing date.  Leaning over I feel Brad's breath on my neck as he whispers
"see, told you they would all be looking". As dinner progresses we make idle
small talk, learning more about each other than we did this afternoon.  I
find out my stallion is not quite as young as I expected him.  He is 35 but
looks like he is 20.  After a little verbal wrangling he tells me that his
parents died at a young age leaving him with a decent sized inheritance and
a very wise investment counselor who helped him invest in the internet when
it was in its infancy.  "So, you are another Bill Gates eh?" I chuckle.
"Well, not quite that rich" He replies.  Not quite as ugly either I think to
myself.  "So, do you just own the websites or do you run them as well?" I
inquire.  Brad proceeds to tell me he owns most of them but runs one very
special one personally.  No matter how hard I try he won't tell me which one
for some strange reason(wonder what he is hiding?).
  After a three course dinner(thank goodness I wore a corset..hehehe) and a
bottle of what I come to find out is a $600 bottle of wine(yikes!) we are
off to the ballroom.  After letting dinner settle for about a half hour it
is time to boogie.  As we step out on the dancefloor the band switches to a
slow ballad and Brad takes my hand and leads me out to the floor where he
proceeds to envelop me in his strong arms.  Wrapping my arms around his neck
and folding my body into his we start swaying to the music.  As the music
progresses I feel his hand leave the small of my back and slowly cup my
supple ass.  Leaning in to whisper in his ear I slowly breathe "Don't move
that hand mister, I like it there".  He replies "What about your
girlfriend?".  Thinking it is the least I can do to repay him for such a
wonderful evening I take his other hand and place it on my other ass cheek
and whisper in his ear "She's not here is she?".  Feeling the wine coursing
through my veins and Brads manhood rising I slowly grind my pelvis against
his and hear him take a sharp intake of breath.  Taking my hands in his he
looks me in the eye and says "let's get out of here and head someplace
private".
  Rushing back upstairs to the waiting helicopter we situate ourselves and
lift off into the nighttime sky.  Thinking we are heading back to the
airport I relax and close my eyes.  After what seems a longer return flight
than the inbound one I open my eyes and realize we are over water with no
land in sight.  Starting to get a bit worried I ask Brad "Where are we?".
He says, "Thought you might like to see where I live but if not we can turn
around". "So long as I am home by 6am so I don't turn into an ugly pumpkin
we are fine" I tell him.  Looking down out the window I can see the
phosphorescence coming off the waves as we skim along them.  Seeing a glow
in the distance, Brad points to it and says "Home sweet home".  Home my ass,
that's an island I am thinking.  "You mean to tell me you live on an island
all by yourself?"  Chuckling a bit Brad says "No, not all by myself, I have
a full staff to attend to my needs and plenty of guest quarters".  As the
chopper slowly ascends to prepare for landing I catch my first glimpse of
what has to be at least a 50,000 sq ft. mansion. As the chopper flits to the
ground Brad tells the pilot "Thanks Chuck, get some rest but stay on standby
for the evening".  "Very good sir" Chuck replies.
  Taking my elbow Brad leads me through the front doors and through the
grand marble foyer into the spacious livingroom.  Hearing my heels click
across the floor I think to myself "I could get used to living in a place
like this".  Settling myself down into a buttersoft leather couch and
demurely crossing my legs Brad offers me a drink.  "Do you have sambucca?" I
ask. "But of course" he replies.  After one or two shots of Sambucca I am
feeling relaxed and mention that my feet are starting to hurt a bit.  "Why
don't you take your boots off and get comfy" Brad suggests.  "Why don't you
come over here and take them off me" I reply with a giggle.  Kneeling in
front of me, Brad gently takes my right ankle and very slowly unzips the
boot carressing my thigh and inner calf as he slowly draws the boot off.
Leaning my head back against the soft couch I let out a slow "purrrr".
Taking my left ankle Brad slowly repeats the process eliciting a low moan
from the back of my throat.  With unimagined gentleness, Brad slowly
massages both of my feet until I am purring like a kitten who is having
their ears scratched.  "Like that?" he asks.  "What woman doesn't like their
feet rubbed by a sexy man?" I reply.  Thinking he has just been given a
green light Brad slowly starts to work his way up my inner thigh.  Startled
out my slight tipsyness I gently take his hand and place it on the couch
next to me.  "Before this gets too far out of hand there are a few things
you should know Brad".  "Although I am very sexually attracted to you at
this moment I am involved with a wonderful woman whom I love very much and
wouldn't want ANYTHING to spoil that including a night of wanton lust".
"Second of all, I am not all I appear to be".  Hearing my statements Brad
sits back and contemplates the situation.
  Gathering up his courage Brad says "there are a few things about me you
should know as well".  "Seems we both have a few secrets we have been
keeping".  "You go first" he says.  Taking a deep breath I try and figure
out how to tell him I am not Janet but in fact am Jayce.  Gathering up my
courage I tell Brad, "First of all my name isn't really Janet".  "I know" he
replies.  "And second of all...WHAT?  How do you know?"  "I know lots of
things about you that you aren't aware of Jayce" he tells me.  Holy shit, he
just called me by my male name.  How could he possibly know?  Feeling like I
am about to pass out I slowly lower my head till I regain my composure.
Seeing that I am at a loss for words, Brad begins to tell me the true story
behind his life..
  Brad starts by saying "Like you I am not all I appear to be".
"My true given name is Maria"  Funny, that's my gf's name as well...hmmmm.
"Growing up I always felt different from the other girls, I liked playing
with Hot Wheels and GI Joe's and not Barbies".  "Being from a VERY well to
do family and thinking I was too tomboy for my own good my mother sent me to
a European finishing school for young ladies thinking that would straighten
me out".  "Couldn't bring shame on the family name and all".  "In fact it
did quite the opposite and strengthened my love of the female form and my
need to be with women".  "I was thrown out in my second year after getting
caught with the headmistresses daughter in my bed with her legs thrown over
her head and my strap on situated deep inside her sopping pussy".  "You see,
I have always felt masculine".  Slowly picking my jaw off the floor I
politely nod my head and encourage Brad(oops, Maria) to continue with
his(her) story.  "As I grew older I realized the stigma associated with
being lesbian so I did my best to hide those tendencies and acted on them
very rarely". "Shortly after my parents death, I realized just how well
off we really were when the will was read and I was told that my family
estate was worth an estimated 1 Billion dollars".  "Seems my family got in
on the ground floor of the internet as well as some very lucrative business
ventures including Diamonds, Oil and Steel".
  "They also realized there is a lot of money to be made catering to the
"Alternative Lifestyles" and might as well look into it if they couldn't
break their "daughter" of her lifestyle".  Wondering where this is leading I
sit back as the butterflies are jumping in my stomach and my heart is
beating a mile a minute.  "Seems mom had a relative in the "old country" who
was into "Magic" and she asked her if there was some kind of spell that
could be attached to an article of clothing that would allow the wearer to
transform to fit the clothing.  "OMG, the "website" you personally manage
wouldn't happen to be Body by Katherine would it?"  "Guilty as charged" he
replies. Shaking my head side to side in denial the room slowly goes black
as I pass out.
  As I slowly come to, I see Brad(hell, do I call "him" Brad or Maria?)
kneeling down and fanning my face.  "Are you ok" he asks.  "Yes this whole
thing has just been one hell of a shock to the system is all" I reply.
Taking stock of what he has told me so far I ask very quietly "your given
last name wouldn't happen to be Singoretti would it?".  "Yes my love, I am
the same "Maria" you have been dating for the last year".  "After studying
your internet habits and knowing you are TG, I decided to take a small
retreat and see what kind of "trouble" I could lead you into".  "When I saw
your credit card number and our address pop up in our shipping computer I
conveniently arranged to be "out of town" so you could try out your new
found femininity".  "Knowing your idea of the ideal man I set myself up with
some of my own products in an effort to see how faithful you could be as a
female".  "My running into you at the mall yesterday was no accident, I
planned it to see how you would handle it and I must say you handled
yourself brilliantly".
  "So, where do we go from here?" I ask in a small, timid voice.
With a glimmer in his/her eye Brad proceeds to explain that not only did his
relative
put a spell on the clothes that made the wearer the complete opposite gender
but it also
allowed them to retain that given gender if they have unprotected sex but
have the ability
to revert to their given gender should they have protected sex and neither
of their fluids
mingle.  Still feeling a bit tipsy and with a Cheshire cat grin I whisper
into Brad's ear,
"Got any condoms?"  Placing his arm beneath my knees and throwing my arm
over his shoulder,
Brad gently lifts me into his strong arms and carries me up the grand
staircase to the master
suite.  Nudging the door open with his foot I catch my breath as I catch
sight of what has to be
a 3000 sq ft room containing Calif King sized canopied bed done up in pink
satin sheets and matching
comforter.  Setting me gently on the bed Brad says "There are two master
baths, one for you and one for me,
yours is through the door on the left."  Entering "MY" master bath I am
flabbergasted by the lengths that my
love has gone through in creating his castle.  I notice the gold bathroom
fixtures, the heated marble floor,
and the jetted bathtub big enough to hold an orgy in.  Pulling open the
linen closet door I find one of the
sexiest Schoolgirl outfits I have ever come across complete with a white
satin crop top that ties in the center, a plaid short skirt that barely
covers the curve of my ass, a pair of matching suspenders, a white satin
thong panty, a pair of saddle shoes and the cutest pair of white lace
trimmed anklet socks I have ever seen.  Attached to the interior of the door
is a note which reads: "My dearest Jayce(Janet)I have left this outfit in
the linen closet in the hopes that one day I would be able to help you live
out your fantasy of being the innocent little schoolgirl and tonight is that
night so take your time and come to me when you are ready."
Signed "The Headmaster".
  Noticing candles placed around the tub I pull out a matchbook I grabbed at
our dinner as a momento of my first night out as a "female" and proceed to
light them and draw a hot bubble bath.  Stripping off my "bad girl" outfit I
gently slide into the warm bath and feel the built up tension from Brad's
admissions slip away from my body leaving me in a peaceful state of bliss
knowing that I no longer have to hide who I am.
After soaking for 30 mins and ensuring I am clean inside and out I step out
of the tub and grab what has to be the fluffiest, softest towel I have ever
handled and wrap it around my naked body.  Feeling my nipples start to
harden it takes all my will to not reach between my legs and start playing
with myself. Opening the medicine cabinet I find a full make up kit in my
favorite colors as well as a bottle of "Imperial Majesty" perfume.  "Holy
Crap, that stuff costs $215,000 per bottle". Taking my time, I make up my
face in the most innocent schoolgirl appearance and slowly get dressed and
spritz some perfume on my wrists, behind my knees and between my breasts.
  Blowing out the candles I open the door into the bedroom to find Brad
standing in the center of the room dressed in an immaculate 3 pc blue
pinstriped suit tapping a yardstick against his palm.  "Well young lady, it
seems you have misbehaved and were sent here to me for your punishment".
"Yes sir" I answer meekly. "Just what were you doing that caused you to be
sent here?" he asks.  "Well sir" I answer, "I was daydreaming about kissing
a boy and doodling on my notebook instead of listening to the teacher"
"Well miss, come here and prepare to take your punishment" Brad instructs.
"Yes sir" I timidly reply.  Pointing to a leather wingback chair, Brad
instructs me to put my hands on the arms of the chair and to put my head
down on the cushion.  Once in position, I wait with trepidation for my
punishment to commence.  Feeling the HeadMaster lift my short skirt I feel a
light breeze carress my ass.  "Whoosh, Crack!"  The first swat stings like a
bitch.  "Whoosh, Crack!"  The second swat causes me to cry out in pain.
"Whoosh, Crack!"  The third swat brings me to tears as I beg the HeadMaster
to stop.
  "Please sir, I promise to be a good girl, just please stop".  Brad says
"Stand and face me young lady".  Doing as I am commanded, I stand and face
him with my hands placed behind my back and wait for his next command.  "Do
you wish to redeem yourself young lady?" he ask.  "Yes sir, most definitely"
I reply.  "Kneel in front of me and look at the floor" he commands.  Doing
as he says I quickly fall to my knees and keep my eyes on the ground as I
hear the sound of Brad's zipper being lowered.  "Look up little girl" Brad
commands.  Raising my eyes I see Brad standing there with the most gorgeous
penis I have ever seen staring me right in the eye.  "You know what that
is?" he asks.  "Yes sir" I reply.  "You know what to do with it?" he asks
me.  "No sir, I have only seen pictures of a penis"  "Then I shall instruct
you in the fine art of pleasuring a man".
  "Start by forming your lips into the letter "O" and gently take the head
of my penis between your luscious lips."  "Slowly let it slide down your
throat and relax so you don't gag".  "Gently apply suction and let your
tongue slide along the underside of my penis".  Following his instructions
to a "T" I hear my lover let out a low groan.  "That's it young lady, you
are doing just fine" Brad says.  Thinking back on all the porn I watched as
"Jayce" and knowing what I liked about a blowjob, I gently rake my nails
along his sensitive balls and stick my tongue in the slit in his penis.
"Are you sure you have never done this young lady?" he asks.  Looking up
into his eyes with the most innocent expression I can muster I grab the base
of his penis letting it pop out of my mouth and mumble, "No Headmaster, I am
a good girl and have never even touched a mans penis let alone sucked on
one."  Putting it back in my mouth I let it slide all the way down my throat
remembering to relax so I don't gag and proceed to increase the speed of my
strokes.  Hearing Brad's breathing increasing and feeling his balls start to
tense up I know he is only seconds away from spilling his seed in my mouth.
Varying the speed of my strokes I hear Brad mumble "I am about to cum."  The
first blast takes my by surprise and I almost gag then I relax and feel his
semen shooting into my mouth and gently sliding down my throat.  As his
sperm keeps coming I can't handle it all and some slips out of my mouth onto
my satin top.  Cleaning up the last drops of my lovers seed he looks down
and sees some on my top. "You had better get that in the wash before it
stains young lady" he instructs me. "But sir, I have nothing to wear
otherwise."  I whimper. Reaching for the yardstick he asks, "Do I need to
use this again?".  Lowering my eyes to the floor I reply "No Sir" and undo
the knot holding the top closed and slowly slide it off my shoulders.
Feeling the chill in the air my nipples become rock hard instantly.  Seeing
my hard nipples perched atop my luscious breasts Brad says "Before this
night is out young lady, I will make you a woman."

To be continued......


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