Julia's Story
By: Celtic Mistress ([email protected])
[STRAIGHT] [BI] [NULLIFICATION] Other:
Wife comes home and finds hubby crossdressing, andhas him nullified
in the end
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Julia's Story
I am not quite sure when exactly Julia came to live with us.
Mac and I had been married about eight or nine years when I first
met her.
Mac and I had been high school sweethearts and everybody
knew that we were going to be married as soon as he got out of the
Marines. While he finished up his last tour of duty I went to
beautician school.
After a big church wedding that my folks insisted on, we
settled down in a small town not far from where we had both grown
up.
We bought a three-bedroom split-level house on a tree-lined
street, with a big back yard. While I dreamed of nurseries and baby
carriages, Mac got a good job at the local paper factory where he
was soon promoted to line manger.
But, the babies never came and so eventually I went to work
at a local beauty salon. After five years I was able to buy my own
shop.
Mac always seemed to be unhappy and upset about something,
but no matter how hard I tried to talk to him he would never open up
to me.
One Wed afternoon I decided to close the shop early. Mrs.
Jones had cancelled her usual wash and set and I had no appointments
after her.
Mac's pickup truck was parked in the driveway when I got
home, but then I remember that this the day he had switched shifts
with another manager at the plant. The house was quiet so I figured
Mac was sleeping and I would surprise him and wake him up by sucking
on his cock. I love to dive down between his legs and start sucking
his soft flaccid cock until it becomes rock hard.
As I came up the stairs I could hear a moaning sound and I thought
damn it! He is in there jerking himself off again, something he
likes to do.
When I opened the door I was stunned by what I saw. Mac was
sprawled out on the bed, with his huge cock in one hand while his
other hand was pulling on his nipple. What freaked me out was, my
six foot three ex-marine of a husband with a cock that was a work of
art was wearing a black lacy bra, my silk panties and a satin robe
he had bought for me the Christmas before last.
'Just what in the hell are you doing?" I screamed at him.
Just as he looked up at me she shot his load all over the
satin bedspread, the thick white cum went all over the black fabric.
"Susie it's not what you think " he stammered, his face
going red with embarrassment.
As he stood up trying to cover himself with the bedspread, I caught
myself thinking he really looks good dressed up and a bra and
panties.
"Go get out of my stuff and after you clean up the mess you
made, we have to talk"
Over a cup of coffee in the kitchen I met Julia for the
first time. Mac explained to me that for a long time he had
known that he was different, that there was something wrong about
the way he felt.
It had all started one Halloween shortly after we had gotten
married when I insisted that we go to a friend's costume party as
Scarlett and Rhett. I rented a beautiful southern belle gown for
him complete with lacy parasol and corset.
That Sat of the party I made him take a long bath and shave
his legs. Watching him struggle to put on the white lacy bloomers I
saw his cock start to swell a bit and my pussy was getting very wet.
By the time I had laced him tightly into the corset I notice the
bloomers were stained with pre-cum. While putting the long full
crinoline on I teased him about the bugle in the gown and said that
it wasn't very lady-like. By the time I hooked the full-skirted
gown up the back and fixed a wig of cascading ringlets over his
short hair I was impressed just how feminine he looked and decided
that all he needed was a touch of blush on his boyish looking face
to complete the vision of a young southern belle.
Walking into the party I must admit we made a dashing couple Mac in
his gown and me with my Rhett Bulter mustache. In fact, we won the
best costume award, a bottle of wine with a cheese and cracker
basket.
A couple of my girl friends said that their husband wanted
to dance with Mac until they realized who it really was twirling the
parasol.
That night when we got home Mac's cock was so hard when I
helped him out of the gown that he just pulled his bloomers down and
thrust into me almost violently. As my very wet and hot pussy
grabbed him into me deeply I played with his nipples through the
lacy fabric of the corset. Afterwards I could not help but think
that it had been a long long time since we had been sex that hot and
wold.
Mac said ever since then he had been obsessed with my
lingerie. It made him so hot he said to feel my panties wrapped
around his cock, that he had ever taken a pair of my panties from
the clean laundry pile and worn them to work once in awhile.
He begged me not to leave him, but said that he just
couldn't help himself at times. I told him that I didn't know just
what I was going to do, but until I decided he would have to sleep
in the downstairs bedroom. Mac promised that he would do anything
that I asked if I would just stay with him.
That night as I lay in the middle of the king-sized bed I
couldn't help but miss having him next to me. It was a very long
night for both us. By Saturday afternoon I was so horny and lonely I
wanted to scream, while I was hanging clothes up in my closet I saw
the silk robe that I had found Mac in. It had been my favorite gift
that year. It was full-length dark green silk trimmed in a cream
colored lace. I remember how Mac looked in it and realized that the
sight of him wearing women's clothes had turned me on.
That evening I went out with my best friend and got drunk,
leaving Mac sitting on the sofa watching the country music shows
looking very forlorn. Later when I came home he was still there in
front of the TV as I was turning it off Mac asked me if I had been
with another man? He knew that Linda, my best friend would screw
anything with a cock that moved, and he was afraid that I had done
it also.
I said that no I hadn't, but I had wanted to. But, that I
decided to stay with him under my terms. "Mac, if you ever want to
touch me again, you will have to do exactly as I say from now on.
Go upstairs and take a bath and when you come out I want to see you
in a bra and panties."
While he was running water in the bathtub I found the wig he
had worn to the party, I took it and the lingerie into the bathroom
and saw his eyes widen when he realized that I was serious. I also
saw his cock throbbing. "Don't keep me waiting!" I ordered
Going back down stairs to fix myself a drink I realized my
pussy was dripping wet at the thought of Mac. By the time I got
back upstairs Mac was one the bed waiting, in the light coming from
the bathroom I saw a slender young woman there, not the ex-Marine I
was married to.
I knew then something had changed between us and we would
never be quite the same.
Playing with his nipples I heard Mac groan with pleasure and as I
mounted his cock I came with a spasm over and over.
After that we would make love that way often and it was the
best sex we had it seemed when he was in a bra and panties. I
started thinking how good other things would look on him.
One Valentine's Day I bought him a black merry widow as a surprise,
and when he put it on I couldn't help thinking that his cock was
really ruining the effect. That evening Mac played with my pussy
and begged me to suck on his nipples, he started to thrust into me,
I pleaded with him to take me with his cock he said that he wanted
to make me come and come hard, but that he wanted to do it with his
hand. I soon came in an explosion of sensation in my pussy.
From then on I wanted Mac to finger my pussy and stroke in
and out of my hot wet hole. One night when we had had a little too
much to drink with dinner Mac begged me to castrate him.
And as drunk as was I said sure why not.
The following morning as we nursed a very bad hangover, Mac
told me that for the last few months He had been seeing a doctor who
said that he knew of someone who would do it.
It could be done on an outpatient basis and was really a very simple
deal. Just like gelding a horse. I said, " Right you want to be
castrated" thinking he was joking. The look on his face said that he
wasn't.
That week Mac brought home magazines on men who had become
women. All I had even known was what you saw on some of the trash
talk TV shows. But, this was so much different; these were everyday
normal people that you might run into at the grocery store. These
were not the freaks and perverts the media made them out to be.
We started to talk more and more about it, Mac explained to
me that as a child he had always wanted to be the princess in
Sleeping Beauty, not the prince. He remembered one year for
Christmas his younger sister had gotten a play kitchen complete with
stove and apron and when his father caught him wearing the apron and
yelled at him calling him a sissy. After that he was more careful,
he learned that when his sister had to go to ballet class on
Saturdays and his parents were running errands he could sneak into
his sister's room and put on her nightgowns. It was felt so good,
it was so relaxing to try on lacy feminine things.
"Mac you were captain of the basketball team in school and
joined the marines when you graduated, it just doesn't make any
sense" I told him
He explained that his father had really pushed him to join
up and be a man, plus we were dating and I was more important then
this. But, as time went by he found out that he was becoming
obsessed with being a woman, and he was almost glad that I had
finally caught him. This way it was out in the open finally.
I began to feel it might not be a bad idea after all. The
doctor had also run tests that showed Mac's sperm count was almost
non-existent and he would never be able to father children.
After the surgery, which really did not cause much
discomfort, Mac threw out all his male underwear and we bought him
panties in pastel colors, soon he was wearing bras at the house
full-time.
As a result of the surgery Mac's figure began to change, it
was becoming much softer and rounder. Mac was thrilled when we had
to get him a larger bra, because the way his breasts had grown now
that he didn't have any testosterone in his system anymore.
One day while at the doctor's office for a checkup the
doctor mentioned that Mac was turning into a beautiful woman he
really should not hide under the loose flannel shirts he wore to
disguise his developing bustline. He also said he knew of a clinic
in Colorado where they would finish what we had started. They would
amputate what was left of his male genitalia and fashion it into a
very nice looking pussy. As I saw the look of joy spread over Mac's
clean-shaven face I knew where we would be spending our summer
vacation this year.
We fell in love with the mountains that summer, and after
the surgery the people at the clinic helped Mac to legally become
Julia.
I flew home and sold the shop and put the house on the
market, our families were upset to say the least, but eventually
realized that Mac was going to be much happier this way. But they
warned me never to come home with him, a lot of people at our church
would never understand about this.
Julia has gotten her beauty license and works in the shop we
have, she finds it exciting when men try to pick her up, and loves
to see the disappointment on their faces when she tells them that
she is happily married. And I love having a wife, who truly loves
being a housewife and taking care of her lover.
About once a month we drive into Denver and spend the day
shopping, with her long honey brown hair, and legs that don't quit,
Julia has been occasionally mistaken for a model by people. In the
evening we will go out for dinner and drinks, we have even talked
about Julia accepting a date and bringing him back to the hotel
room.
She has always wanted to feel a man's rigid cock possessing that
sweet pussy of hers, and more and more I want to see her suck a cock
while I sucked her large full breasts. I guess it will just be a
matter of time before Julia finds a boyfriend, and I can't wait!
.
Julia's Story
I am not quite sure when exactly Julia came to live with us.
Mac and I had been married about eight or nine years when I first
met her.
Mac and I had been high school sweethearts and everybody
knew that we were going to be married as soon as he got out of the
Marines. While he finished up his last tour of duty I went to
beautician school.
After a big church wedding that my folks insisted on, we
settled down in a small town not far from where we had both grown
up.
We bought a three-bedroom split-level house on a tree-lined
street, with a big back yard. While I dreamed of nurseries and baby
carriages, Mac got a good job at the local paper factory where he
was soon promoted to line manger.
But, the babies never came and so eventually I went to work
at a local beauty salon. After five years I was able to buy my own
shop.
Mac always seemed to be unhappy and upset about something,
but no matter how hard I tried to talk to him he would never open up
to me.
One Wed afternoon I decided to close the shop early. Mrs.
Jones had cancelled her usual wash and set and I had no appointments
after her.
Mac's pickup truck was parked in the driveway when I got
home, but then I remember that this the day he had switched shifts
with another manager at the plant. The house was quiet so I figured
Mac was sleeping and I would surprise him and wake him up by sucking
on his cock. I love to dive down between his legs and start sucking
his soft flaccid cock until it becomes rock hard.
As I came up the stairs I could hear a moaning sound and I thought
damn it! He is in there jerking himself off again, something he
likes to do.
When I opened the door I was stunned by what I saw. Mac was
sprawled out on the bed, with his huge cock in one hand while his
other hand was pulling on his nipple. What freaked me out was, my
six foot three ex-marine of a husband with a cock that was a work of
art was wearing a black lacy bra, my silk panties and a satin robe
he had bought for me the Christmas before last.
'Just what in the hell are you doing?" I screamed at him.
Just as he looked up at me she shot his load all over the
satin bedspread, the thick white cum went all over the black fabric.
"Susie it's not what you think " he stammered, his face
going red with embarrassment.
As he stood up trying to cover himself with the bedspread, I caught
myself thinking he really looks good dressed up and a bra and
panties.
"Go get out of my stuff and after you clean up the mess you
made, we have to talk"
Over a cup of coffee in the kitchen I met Julia for the
first time. Mac explained to me that for a long time he had
known that he was different, that there was something wrong about
the way he felt.
It had all started one Halloween shortly after we had gotten
married when I insisted that we go to a friend's costume party as
Scarlett and Rhett. I rented a beautiful southern belle gown for
him complete with lacy parasol and corset.
That Sat of the party I made him take a long bath and shave
his legs. Watching him struggle to put on the white lacy bloomers I
saw his cock start to swell a bit and my pussy was getting very wet.
By the time I had laced him tightly into the corset I notice the
bloomers were stained with pre-cum. While putting the long full
crinoline on I teased him about the bugle in the gown and said that
it wasn't very lady-like. By the time I hooked the full-skirted
gown up the back and fixed a wig of cascading ringlets over his
short hair I was impressed just how feminine he looked and decided
that all he needed was a touch of blush on his boyish looking face
to complete the vision of a young southern belle.
Walking into the party I must admit we made a dashing couple Mac in
his gown and me with my Rhett Bulter mustache. In fact, we won the
best costume award, a bottle of wine with a cheese and cracker
basket.
A couple of my girl friends said that their husband wanted
to dance with Mac until they realized who it really was twirling the
parasol.
That night when we got home Mac's cock was so hard when I
helped him out of the gown that he just pulled his bloomers down and
thrust into me almost violently. As my very wet and hot pussy
grabbed him into me deeply I played with his nipples through the
lacy fabric of the corset. Afterwards I could not help but think
that it had been a long long time since we had been sex that hot and
wold.
Mac said ever since then he had been obsessed with my
lingerie. It made him so hot he said to feel my panties wrapped
around his cock, that he had ever taken a pair of my panties from
the clean laundry pile and worn them to work once in awhile.
He begged me not to leave him, but said that he just
couldn't help himself at times. I told him that I didn't know just
what I was going to do, but until I decided he would have to sleep
in the downstairs bedroom. Mac promised that he would do anything
that I asked if I would just stay with him.
That night as I lay in the middle of the king-sized bed I
couldn't help but miss having him next to me. It was a very long
night for both us. By Saturday afternoon I was so horny and lonely I
wanted to scream, while I was hanging clothes up in my closet I saw
the silk robe that I had found Mac in. It had been my favorite gift
that year. It was full-length dark green silk trimmed in a cream
colored lace. I remember how Mac looked in it and realized that the
sight of him wearing women's clothes had turned me on.
That evening I went out with my best friend and got drunk,
leaving Mac sitting on the sofa watching the country music shows
looking very forlorn. Later when I came home he was still there in
front of the TV as I was turning it off Mac asked me if I had been
with another man? He knew that Linda, my best friend would screw
anything with a cock that moved, and he was afraid that I had done
it also.
I said that no I hadn't, but I had wanted to. But, that I
decided to stay with him under my terms. "Mac, if you ever want to
touch me again, you will have to do exactly as I say from now on.
Go upstairs and take a bath and when you come out I want to see you
in a bra and panties."
While he was running water in the bathtub I found the wig he
had worn to the party, I took it and the lingerie into the bathroom
and saw his eyes widen when he realized that I was serious. I also
saw his cock throbbing. "Don't keep me waiting!" I ordered
Going back down stairs to fix myself a drink I realized my
pussy was dripping wet at the thought of Mac. By the time I got
back upstairs Mac was one the bed waiting, in the light coming from
the bathroom I saw a slender young woman there, not the ex-Marine I
was married to.
I knew then something had changed between us and we would
never be quite the same.
Playing with his nipples I heard Mac groan with pleasure and as I
mounted his cock I came with a spasm over and over.
After that we would make love that way often and it was the
best sex we had it seemed when he was in a bra and panties. I
started thinking how good other things would look on him.
One Valentine's Day I bought him a black merry widow as a surprise,
and when he put it on I couldn't help thinking that his cock was
really ruining the effect. That evening Mac played with my pussy
and begged me to suck on his nipples, he started to thrust into me,
I pleaded with him to take me with his cock he said that he wanted
to make me come and come hard, but that he wanted to do it with his
hand. I soon came in an explosion of sensation in my pussy.
From then on I wanted Mac to finger my pussy and stroke in
and out of my hot wet hole. One night when we had had a little too
much to drink with dinner Mac begged me to castrate him.
And as drunk as was I said sure why not.
The following morning as we nursed a very bad hangover, Mac
told me that for the last few months He had been seeing a doctor who
said that he knew of someone who would do it.
It could be done on an outpatient basis and was really a very simple
deal. Just like gelding a horse. I said, " Right you want to be
castrated" thinking he was joking. The look on his face said that he
wasn't.
That week Mac brought home magazines on men who had become
women. All I had even known was what you saw on some of the trash
talk TV shows. But, this was so much different; these were everyday
normal people that you might run into at the grocery store. These
were not the freaks and perverts the media made them out to be.
We started to talk more and more about it, Mac explained to
me that as a child he had always wanted to be the princess in
Sleeping Beauty, not the prince. He remembered one year for
Christmas his younger sister had gotten a play kitchen complete with
stove and apron and when his father caught him wearing the apron and
yelled at him calling him a sissy. After that he was more careful,
he learned that when his sister had to go to ballet class on
Saturdays and his parents were running errands he could sneak into
his sister's room and put on her nightgowns. It was felt so good,
it was so relaxing to try on lacy feminine things.
"Mac you were captain of the basketball team in school and
joined the marines when you graduated, it just doesn't make any
sense" I told him
He explained that his father had really pushed him to join
up and be a man, plus we were dating and I was more important then
this. But, as time went by he found out that he was becoming
obsessed with being a woman, and he was almost glad that I had
finally caught him. This way it was out in the open finally.
I began to feel it might not be a bad idea after all. The
doctor had also run tests that showed Mac's sperm count was almost
non-existent and he would never be able to father children.
After the surgery, which really did not cause much
discomfort, Mac threw out all his male underwear and we bought him
panties in pastel colors, soon he was wearing bras at the house
full-time.
As a result of the surgery Mac's figure began to change, it
was becoming much softer and rounder. Mac was thrilled when we had
to get him a larger bra, because the way his breasts had grown now
that he didn't have any testosterone in his system anymore.
One day while at the doctor's office for a checkup the
doctor mentioned that Mac was turning into a beautiful woman he
really should not hide under the loose flannel shirts he wore to
disguise his developing bustline. He also said he knew of a clinic
in Colorado where they would finish what we had started. They would
amputate what was left of his male genitalia and fashion it into a
very nice looking pussy. As I saw the look of joy spread over Mac's
clean-shaven face I knew where we would be spending our summer
vacation this year.
We fell in love with the mountains that summer, and after
the surgery the people at the clinic helped Mac to legally become
Julia.
I flew home and sold the shop and put the house on the
market, our families were upset to say the least, but eventually
realized that Mac was going to be much happier this way. But they
warned me never to come home with him, a lot of people at our church
would never understand about this.
Julia has gotten her beauty license and works in the shop we
have, she finds it exciting when men try to pick her up, and loves
to see the disappointment on their faces when she tells them that
she is happily married. And I love having a wife, who truly loves
being a housewife and taking care of her lover.
About once a month we drive into Denver and spend the day
shopping, with her long honey brown hair, and legs that don't quit,
Julia has been occasionally mistaken for a model by people. In the
evening we will go out for dinner and drinks, we have even talked
about Julia accepting a date and bringing him back to the hotel
room.
She has always wanted to feel a man's rigid cock possessing that
sweet pussy of hers, and more and more I want to see her suck a cock
while I sucked her large full breasts. I guess it will just be a
matter of time before Julia finds a boyfriend, and I can't wait!
.
Julia's Story
I am not quite sure when exactly Julia came to live with us.
Mac and I had been married about eight or nine years when I first
met her.
Mac and I had been high school sweethearts and everybody
knew that we were going to be married as soon as he got out of the
Marines. While he finished up his last tour of duty I went to
beautician school.
After a big church wedding that my folks insisted on, we
settled down in a small town not far from where we had both grown
up.
We bought a three-bedroom split-level house on a tree-lined
street, with a big back yard. While I dreamed of nurseries and baby
carriages, Mac got a good job at the local paper factory where he
was soon promoted to line manger.
But, the babies never came and so eventually I went to work
at a local beauty salon. After five years I was able to buy my own
shop.
Mac always seemed to be unhappy and upset about something,
but no matter how hard I tried to talk to him he would never open up
to me.
One Wed afternoon I decided to close the shop early. Mrs.
Jones had cancelled her usual wash and set and I had no appointments
after her.
Mac's pickup truck was parked in the driveway when I got
home, but then I remember that this the day he had switched shifts
with another manager at the plant. The house was quiet so I figured
Mac was sleeping and I would surprise him and wake him up by sucking
on his cock. I love to dive down between his legs and start sucking
his soft flaccid cock until it becomes rock hard.
As I came up the stairs I could hear a moaning sound and I thought
damn it! He is in there jerking himself off again, something he
likes to do.
When I opened the door I was stunned by what I saw. Mac was
sprawled out on the bed, with his huge cock in one hand while his
other hand was pulling on his nipple. What freaked me out was, my
six foot three ex-marine of a husband with a cock that was a work of
art was wearing a black lacy bra, my silk panties and a satin robe
he had bought for me the Christmas before last.
'Just what in the hell are you doing?" I screamed at him.
Just as he looked up at me she shot his load all over the
satin bedspread, the thick white cum went all over the black fabric.
"Susie it's not what you think " he stammered, his face
going red with embarrassment.
As he stood up trying to cover himself with the bedspread, I caught
myself thinking he really looks good dressed up and a bra and
panties.
"Go get out of my stuff and after you clean up the mess you
made, we have to talk"
Over a cup of coffee in the kitchen I met Julia for the
first time. Mac explained to me that for a long time he had
known that he was different, that there was something wrong about
the way he felt.
It had all started one Halloween shortly after we had gotten
married when I insisted that we go to a friend's costume party as
Scarlett and Rhett. I rented a beautiful southern belle gown for
him complete with lacy parasol and corset.
That Sat of the party I made him take a long bath and shave
his legs. Watching him struggle to put on the white lacy bloomers I
saw his cock start to swell a bit and my pussy was getting very wet.
By the time I had laced him tightly into the corset I notice the
bloomers were stained with pre-cum. While putting the long full
crinoline on I teased him about the bugle in the gown and said that
it wasn't very lady-like. By the time I hooked the full-skirted
gown up the back and fixed a wig of cascading ringlets over his
short hair I was impressed just how feminine he looked and decided
that all he needed was a touch of blush on his boyish looking face
to complete the vision of a young southern belle.
Walking into the party I must admit we made a dashing couple Mac in
his gown and me with my Rhett Bulter mustache. In fact, we won the
best costume award, a bottle of wine with a cheese and cracker
basket.
A couple of my girl friends said that their husband wanted
to dance with Mac until they realized who it really was twirling the
parasol.
That night when we got home Mac's cock was so hard when I
helped him out of the gown that he just pulled his bloomers down and
thrust into me almost violently. As my very wet and hot pussy
grabbed him into me deeply I played with his nipples through the
lacy fabric of the corset. Afterwards I could not help but think
that it had been a long long time since we had been sex that hot and
wold.
Mac said ever since then he had been obsessed with my
lingerie. It made him so hot he said to feel my panties wrapped
around his cock, that he had ever taken a pair of my panties from
the clean laundry pile and worn them to work once in awhile.
He begged me not to leave him, but said that he just
couldn't help himself at times. I told him that I didn't know just
what I was going to do, but until I decided he would have to sleep
in the downstairs bedroom. Mac promised that he would do anything
that I asked if I would just stay with him.
That night as I lay in the middle of the king-sized bed I
couldn't help but miss having him next to me. It was a very long
night for both us. By Saturday afternoon I was so horny and lonely I
wanted to scream, while I was hanging clothes up in my closet I saw
the silk robe that I had found Mac in. It had been my favorite gift
that year. It was full-length dark green silk trimmed in a cream
colored lace. I remember how Mac looked in it and realized that the
sight of him wearing women's clothes had turned me on.
That evening I went out with my best friend and got drunk,
leaving Mac sitting on the sofa watching the country music shows
looking very forlorn. Later when I came home he was
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