becoming a woman for my wife

A fantasy story about becoming a woman.  A surprise ending!

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Becoming a woman for my wife

I thoroughly enjoy being a guy, but I have a longstanding fetish in 
that I love to wear women's undergarments.  That's as far as my 
fetish extends; I have no desire to wear women's dresses, shoes, 
make-up or anything else female.  I take great delight in wearing 
things like panties, pantyhose, stockings and garter belts, tap 
pants, and the like under my normal work clothes.  It's a real turn 
on for me knowing that my colleagues in the office have no idea what 
I'm wearing, plus, the lingerie I wear feels great against my skin. 
 Further, because I have a slender build, I also look pretty good in 
women's lingerie.  Occasionally, I shave my body, but generally I 
wear body hair to prevent having to answer questions by curious 
colleagues.

About three years ago I met a woman, and we fell in love and got 
married.  Neither of us wanted kids so I had a vasectomy to make 
sure it would never happen.  We also keep ourselves physically fit 
for each other and looking as good as possible.  One thing about our 
marriage at the time though, my wife didn't know about my fetish, 
and I wasn't sure how she'd react until she found out by accident 
about three months after our marriage.  That's how I became a  true 
woman.

We are about the same size and build so, I began to wear Dawn's sexy 
underwear when she was away on business trips.  One time she came 
home early from a trip and insisted on making love as soon as she 
got me alone.  Unfortunately, she also insisted on undressing me 
only to find that I was wearing her favorite stockings, garter belt, 
and tap pants.  She was mad at first, but as we talked about it she 
seemed to accept my fetish, but wasn't keen on me wearing her things 
without permission.  I was happy to have my secret in the open 
finally, and glad Dawn accepted it in such a good way.

About three weeks later, just after our shower together (we shower 
together every day and often have sex there too), Dawn surprised me 
with a "gift."  It was in a beautifully wrapped box and in it were 
seven pairs of my favorite sheer to the waist pantyhose,  a jar of 
some type of cream, and a sheet of instructions.  Before I put them 
on though, Dawn told me I'd have to promise her that I'd follow the 
instructions completely and for the prescribed 30 day period.  She 
said if I did it would make me much closer to her, and that it would 
even improve our sex life together.  I could see she was serious 
about this, so I readily agreed.  After all, any opportunity to wear 
women's pantyhose for a full month was worth it.  Dawn was very 
happy to have me agree to the arrangement such that she gave me a 
big hug and we even made passionate love.

After our sex, I cleaned up and sat and read the instructions.  They 
were simple enough.  Rub a small amount of the cream into my genital 
area every day and be certain to not to miss a day, and to be sure 
to thoroughly cover the entire penis and scrotum with the cream.  It 
continued, then wear the pantyhose provided.  Then in bold type, 
capital letters it stated DO NOT WASH YOUR PANTYHOSE.  DO NOT USE 
ANY OTHER BRAND OR TYPE OF HOSIERY EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED.  I thought 
this odd, but considering I was provided with seven pairs, I figured 
I could rotate the stock and make them last a month.  One last note 
in the instructions cautioned, "the cream might cause some temporary 
genital itching and possible aches in the scrotum and testicles.  
This is a minor irritant and will stop within two or three days.  Do 
not discontinue using the cream once you start.  I thought the 
caution odd, but was sure it was just the company's way to cover 
their but from lawsuits.

I applied the cream as directed and slipped into the pantyhose.  The 
cream provided me with a gentle warm feeling in my crotch and 
wearing the pantyhose provided a sensation like no other pair had 
ever done.  When I finished, I went into the bathroom where Dawn was 
finishing her pre-dressing ritual.  When she saw that I had on the 
pantyhose, her eyes lighted up and she hugged me again.  "You've 
started the process for me," she exclaimed.  "I want you to know how 
much this means to me," she continued.  Then she kissed me deeply 
again.

I returned to the bedroom and modeled before the full-length mirror 
on our wall.  I had to admit to myself that I even looked fabulous 
in my new garment.  I was certainly looking forward to continuing 
with the "process" as Dawn called it.

The first two weeks went by without a hitch.  The cream provided me 
with a warm contented feeling which increased with each day and each 
application.   So far, I experienced none of the symptoms mentioned 
in the instructions, and with each passing day Dawn appeared even 
more attentive to me and spoke about how much she loved me and what 
fun we'd have after I finished my 30days.  I asked her what was so 
special about the "process" but she wouldn't answer-only smile 
cryptically and tell me I'd enjoy the final results.

During the third and fourth weeks of the "process" I began to 
experience some low level aches in my testicles, and I could have 
sworn they felt much smaller and softer than normal.  I also noticed 
that the length and girth of my penis was changing; it was getting 
shorter and skinnier.  I thought about stopping the process, but I 
had made a promise to my wife, and besides I was nearly finished 
with my month long regimen.  Also, the sense I was getting 
throughout my body after the application of the cream was so great-a 
true sense of peace and calm-that I found I was addicted to it.  I 
noticed that the supply of cream was running low as I neared the end 
of the month.

Dawn noticed the changes in me too during our showers.  She pointed 
out too that my body hair had diminished dramatically and that which 
remained was much finer and lighter.  This, and the sight of my 
diminished manhood clearly delighted her.  With each passing day she 
refused to tell me what would happen at the finish at the end of the 
process, but she clearly approved of the changes.  I was even 
enjoying them in a curious way.  I was looking forward to the big 
finale at the conclusion of the month.

Day 28 produced significant changes which I should have found 
alarming, but it seemed more surreal to me, and besides, I felt an 
immense sense of peace, calm, and joy that made me want to continue 
more than I wanted to stop.  In the shower that morning, the balance 
of my body hair washed away (I only had hair on my scalp and 
eyebrows).  I also noticed that my dick had withered away in length 
and girth to about the size of a good size clit, and my balls had 
completely dissolved; I couldn't feel any remnants of them in my 
bag, nor had they retreated up into my body cavity.  I also noticed 
that the texture of my scrotum was changing as well.  It too had 
shrunk away, and was now much softer and sensitive.  

Amazed at what was occurring, I commented to Dawn who was in the 
shower with me.  She just held me in a warm embrace and consoled me 
with, "Isn't it beautiful what you are becoming?  Soon your 
transformation to a woman will be complete.  There is nothing you 
can do now to prevent it."  With that she dropped down and fellated 
the remnants of my manhood until I came.  The orgasm I experienced 
(the first in nearly a month) was completely different than any I 
had ever had in my life.  The pleasure radiated up from my dick into 
my breasts which tingled delightfully as I came.

After  we finished our shower, Dawn insisted in drying me off and it 
was clear that she now liked what she saw.  I caught a glimpse of 
myself in the bathroom mirror and could hardly believe what I saw.  
I looked the same, but yet completely different.  The hard lines of 
my male body had softened dramatically, and my nipples had also 
begun to enlarge.  

"What's happening to me?" I asked my lovely wife as she dried me 
off.  She looked up at me with a smile on her lips and in her eyes 
and said, "you are soon to become a woman.  You told me how much you 
enjoy dressing in my sexy panties and bras, well I have connections 
that I used to help make it possible for you to be able to 
experience dressing like a woman a reality.  I'm sure you will enjoy 
it completely when we are finished in two days." 

My mind was reeling with what she had said.  I wanted to fight what 
she had done, but I realized it was I who agreed to her pleas for me 
to follow through with the full 30 day process.  Then I began to 
wonder what it was that Dawn hoped to get from my transformation.  I 
have to ask later.  Just now I heard Dawn calling me from the 
bedroom, "time for us to apply the cream and dress you in your 
pantyhose."  I couldn't resist as I was addicted to the pleasurable 
experience produced by the cream.

Day 29-More changes.  As I woke up and pulled the sheet away, I 
noticed that my chest felt different and much more sensitive.  I sat 
up, looked down  only to discover that my nipples had not only 
continued to increase in size and sensitivity, but I was also 
developing breasts!  It was more like a dream as I explored the 
changes occurring in my body.  If my breasts were changing what had 
become of my manhood?  I stood up, slipped down my pantyhose, leaned 
forward and checked out my crotch only to discover that during the 
night, I had begun to develop the clear pattern of a mons and vulva. 
 My penis had retracted yet further, and my scrotum had split 
causing an opening into my body.  It was clear that my scrotum was 
becoming a set of labia majora (outer lips) of a vagina!  

I was at once, shocked and intrigued by the transformation I was 
undergoing.  I woke Dawn to show her how much I had changed during 
the night.  She was overjoyed at what she saw.  To her this was 
either a dream come true, or a case of sweet revenge.  I wasn't 
sure.  She told me to lie back while she examined me.

Examine she did, but mostly with her tongue and mouth.  First, she 
gently kissed my nipples, and then sucked my budding breasts into 
her mouth.  The sensation was sublime!  Now I began to understand 
why Dawn liked to have my suck her tits-the feelings it causes is 
fantastic!  The sensations of warmth and tingliness traveled across 
my chest and directly down to my crotch.  I had to have Dawn and she 
knew just what to do.  She reached down and gently began caressing 
my new pussy.  It still was inconceivable to me that I was 
transforming from a man to a woman, and that I was gaining a vagina. 
 This was evolving to be much more fun than being a man.  I could 
not wait to finish with my last day of the process, and become a 
full-fledged woman.  I called work to let them know I would need to 
extend the leave of absence I took two weeks earlier for another two 
weeks.  I had to figure out how to explain my metamorphosis.

Day 30-complete.  I awoke feeling like I had never felt before.  My 
mind was clear, I was at peace with the world, and life was 
wonderful.  I looked over at my still sleeping wife and realized how 
beautiful she was.  Gently I pulled back the sheet and I sucked one 
of her soft nipples into my mouth.  It was not as I had remembered 
in the past, rather, the experience turned me on and made my own new 
breasts tingle, and my pussy all warm!  

My pussy!  I realized that today was the last day of the process and 
that I was now a woman.  I jumped up from the bed, pulled off my 
pantyhose, and stood staring at myself in the full-length mirror.  I 
was stunned.  Reflected back at me was a very beautiful woman with 
perfect breasts capped by puffy nipples.  A woman with a pussy that 
memory told me, men would kill to eat!  I moved closer to the mirror 
and checked out the final changes.  My new pussy didn't have hair 
covering it as all my hair was washed away long ago, so I got an 
unobstructed view of my new vulva (mons, outer labia, and newly 
descended inner labia.).  I stood incredulous at the sight of myself 
in the mirror-a complete woman!

Dawn had woken and watched as I checked myself over in the mirror.  
"Like what you see, I can tell."  So do I .  I can't wait to be the 
first to eat that brand new pussy," Dawn said with a smile on her 
face.  "Come over here and let me check you over, my little woman," 
she ordered as she patted the bed next to her.  I jumped in and 
asked her to check m over very thoroughly to make sure everything 
had turned out alright.  

Dawn obliged and poked and prodded me thoroughly.  After some time 
she assured me that I was now a 100% woman.  That made me think:  
"If I am a woman on the outside, am I also one on the inside?"  I 
asked Dawn if she knew.  She assured me I had "all" the female stuff 
inside too.  Then she warned me, "Be careful, you can now get 
pregnant if you play with fire.  We can get you fixed later if you 
want."  She continued, "The process made you a complete woman in 
every way.  You will menstruate soon, have PMS, can get pregnant, 
breast feed, experience menopause, and every other wonderful thing 
about being a woman."  

Again, my mind was a flood with questions.  I started asking 
everything at once.  Dawn answered my questions each in turn.  
Finally, I asked, "where did you ever find "the process" that you 
gave me, and was this a dream for you, or was it revenge for me 
wearing your lingerie?"  Dawn smiled at me and said, "I may reveal 
the secret of where to get the gender change kit at some time in the 
future.  But for your second question, your transformation into a 
woman is a dream come true for me.  Ever since my wife used "the 
process" on me, I have wanted a woman for my own.  Now I have 
one�.you!




Prologue 

After my shock of learning that Dawn was also formerly a man like 
me, she confided that her wife used the process as a means of 
revenge for him cheating on her.  After she was finished, she left 
him for another man.  Dawn told me she had also shared a love of 
wearing women's clothing, and that she sensed I did too while we 
were both at a bar one evening.  Seems it's hard to sidle up to a 
urinal when one is wearing pantyhose, and Dawn noticed I'd use the 
toilet whenever I pissed.  S/he was in the next stall and caught a 
glimpse of my hose under the wall separating the stalls.  His 
"process" was well under way at that time and when it finished and 
his wife left him after his transformation was complete, Dawn 
decided to meet me and make me her own.  

Dawn got my cherry so to speak, and introduced me to the world of 
lesbian love and the fun you can have with a dildo.  We are still 
together and I love Dawn more than ever.  She was right.  becoming a 
woman certainly did bring us closer even if we were just a couple of 
guys before.  I also love being able to shop in the women's 
departments now and freely buying the sexiest undies and clothes.