This story is the continuation of my "forced" transition from Michael to Michelle by my wife Stephanie. If you haven't read part 1, you may want too. It is listed in the college portion of this library. It will explain all of the details that have gotten me to the beginning of this story, which will bring you up to today, May 20, 2003.
As you will recall Part 1 ended with my having undergone a breast enhancement to a "C Cup", which was a new experience for me. Well, needless to say it was a totally unique and special feeling for me. I now understand much more the particular set of feelings, looks, stares, and situations one's breasts can cause a woman.
As I recovered from my surgery I wore some type of support 24/7. The only time I did not wear any support was in the shower, and putting on a bra was the very first thing I did after getting showered. My wife, Stephanie, was making sure I let all of the surgery heal before I got the opportunity to go braless.
As the year 2003 started, getting dressed for work provided me a great many more opportunities. I was now able to wear dresses and sweaters that showed a LOT more cleavage. It also enabled me to wear some sweaters and tops which fit a bit tighter and were much more see-through. Of course the one thing Stephanie continued to insist on was my wearing short skirts and dresses all the time, and high heels. Her permitting me to wear 3-1/2" heels was almost a blessing, as nearly everything I have worn has been higher than that. In fact, it seems the more I am going to be on my feet the higher the heel I wear, not fun, but I do look good. The visitors to our office still like looking under the front of my desk and getting a view of my thighs and then watching me strut down the hall in my heels. Work has continued in a relatively normal manner, no big displays of our affection for each other.
One of the things Stephanie really enjoys, is sending me to the grocery store or mall on a Saturday morning in a short skirt and high heels, so all of the men who shop on Saturday can stare at me. She seems to delight in my attracting the attention of so many men. In fact this is where her "playful and controlling" style seemed to have been the greatest now that I have breasts. That is, her displaying my "bouncing beauties" as she calls them to the men of the world. If we go to the mall, I almost always wear a sweater that is a size to small and very short skirts, along with my heels, just so I can attract attention. Of course she still has me shop in her favorite stores, and mine. Our old friends Jackie and Kerri still sell me plenty of clothes and undergarments to wear. They always seem to make a big deal of my purchases just to draw attention to me, especially if there are men in the area.
Socially, my life seems to be the most unique change for me. Stephanie and I have gotten to be rather good friends with our to gay escorts from Part 1. Darren and James escort us out frequently. We go to clubs in town, movies, concerts, sporting events, and even to a few "unusual" nightspots. Regardless of how everyone else dresses, you know what I will be wearing. In fact the months of January and February were a real challenge. It could be freezing cold, but I was still out there in my mini outfits and high heels. Darren and James are especially fond of taking me places, especially if they are going to a Gay function, because they get to introduce me as a special friend. But when the evening is drawing to a close they get to use me as there little sissy boyfriend, who just happens to have breasts. This happened frequently in January and early February. More on why it stopped in February in a moment. There were many times when we would go to a club, and they would fondle me all evening in public, getting me about 3/4 drunk, just to the point I would let them place their hands wherever they desired. They loved playing with my breasts so others could see them squeezing and pinching the nipples, which I was required to tolerate and enjoy. It didn't really require too much playing on my part as I really do enjoy it.
One of the other items that raises a lot of interest and looks is to pick either Darren or James up at the airport. Those who have visited Atlanta know that all passengers come up one set of escalators to meet folks. Regardless of the weather outside, you can bet I will be there to meet Darren or James. When they step off the escalator and walk toward me, I am always required to greet them with a huge romantic kiss, while wrapping my arms around their neck. Remember these guys are big men, 6' 7" and 6'8"; so wrapping my arms around their neck causes me to really stretch on my toes. Exposing my legs even more. When I say romantic, I mean just that. I must take their tongue in my mouth for at least 15 seconds, and then as we walk toward baggage claim continue to give them kisses, and feel their ass and chest, as if I had not seen them in months and had not had any sex in weeks. It is for my trips to the airport where I wear some of my shortest skirts and highest heels. Since my transformation began I have never gone to the airport in any heels less than 5" high, and every outfit had the skirt or dress at least 5" above the top of my knees. The other thing I am always required to do is get to the airport ahead of the flight and walk through the food court, and often have a drink at a bar or table where I can sit and display my thighs for all to see. Need less to say, many stare and look, I know it and love it. In some cases Stephanie will be along with her video camera just to record the looks and stares.
This gets us to Friday, February 14, 2003. Stephanie and I awoke in the morning, for what I thought was going to be a normal day at the office. Was I ever wrong! I went through my normal routine, getting up at 5:00 AM, exercising for about 45 minutes, fixing coffee for Stephanie, then showering and getting ready for work. This was normal, until I stepped out of the shower. As I got out of the shower and dried off, I found some clothes hanging on the door, with a note. It read,
"Thanks for being just a wonderful person. You have lived as Michelle so wonderfully; I thought I would make this a special romantic weekend for you. We are not going to work today, but going on a little weekend getaway, you, James, and me. I have everything packed already, so pleased get dressed in the clothes I have laid out for you and come into the living room, we will be waiting for you. When you apply your make-up, give yourself that extra special daytime sexy look for our plane ride. - Love Stpehanie"
Well, I quickly began to dress; the outfit was a fire engine red suit with a sheer white blouse. The skirt had that slit up the front of the leg and was about 5" above my knees, just to expose a little more leg when I was seated. I was wearing no hose, and 5 1/2" red sandal heels. I was looking very good. The fire engine red color against my dark tan, and coal black hair looked very good. My daily tanning sessions and weekly hair styling, manicure and pedicure was well worth the effort and cost to achieve this look. As I looked at myself in the mirror I was very impressed with the woman I had become. I walked into the living room, I found James and Stephanie sitting having some coffee. They both turned to look at me and were pretty much speechless. They were dressed in heavy sweaters and slacks. Stephanie was wearing a pair of boots with her outfit, so I looked a bit out of character for their outfits, but I didn't seem to think too much about it. I should say it was pretty cold in Atlanta, so I wasn't bothered about the different dress, I had rather gotten used to being the most lightly dressed of the bunch of us. We got into the car and headed for the airport. On arriving at the airport, James decided to be cheap all of a sudden and park in some off-airport parking lot. He said it would save him a few dollars, and let a few more people see me on the bus. We all got out of the car, went to the trunk and got our suitcases and piled into the bus. As we arrived at the airport, we went to an airline, which I won't mention. Out final destination was Minneapolis. Of course I didn't find this out until I got to the ticket counter. There was a little sign on the counter that showed the weather conditions in Minneapolis, a high of 10 degrees was expected for the day, I thought to myself, now their sweaters made sense. As we walked away from the counter, I commented about my outfit in that cold weather, the response from Stephanie was a bit freighting, she said, "Don't worry, you will be wearing a lot less while you are there."
I had assumed we would all be seated together on the plane, what a shock was awaiting me. As we were about to board, Stephanie handed me a letter, and asked that I read it carefully on the plane. I was in seat 21B, which everyone who has ever traveled knows is in the coach section in a middle seat. The other two were riding in first class.
As I got to my seat, I found two attractive young ladies in 21A and 21C. They were about my age, and dressed in jeans and sweaters. I excused myself, and sat down between them. As I sat down, they were chatting with each other, so I knew they were friends. I offered to switch seats with one of them so they could talk, but they said, "No, besides by the end of the flight we might all be friends." I simply said, "OK, thought you might want to sit together." I then took out my letter and began to read it. It read as follows:
"Dear Michelle - I told you that we were going to have a wonderful weekend and we are, I hope you enjoy all of the surprises. The two young ladies sitting next to you are just like you. They are TV's and will be caring for you this weekend. You will be staying with them, and doing exactly as they say. James and I will be seeing a great deal of you this weekend as well, but you won't be with us until our return home. Enjoy the pleasures of the weekend, do as you are told, and it will be worth the effort, I promise. Love, Stephanie."
As soon as I finished reading the letter, the two girls looked at me, smiled, and introduced themselves, Jessica, a stunning fair skinned blond, and Jeri, a tall thin young lady with fiery red hair and look to match. After a short chat, Jessica stood up and took two blankets from the overhead compartment, to cover all three of our laps. During the course of our flight we had idle chitchat about our respective homes, jobs, pets, hobbies etc. Jessica and Jeri also managed to have their hands caress my thighs on occasion. Their long manicured nails touched me in a soft and gentle way. Nothing obscene or unruly, but gentle enough to get my attention. As the airline announced our preparation for our approach to the Minneapolis airport, Jeri turned toward Jessica and said, this is going to be a great weekend, and we have a new friend to spend it with. As she did her hand ran up my thigh under my skirt to my male tool, and gently squeezed it though my tight fitting thong. She then added, "and I know we can make everyone very happy." I didn't say a thing.
As we landed and got off the plane, we all headed toward baggage claim, me with Jessica and Jeri; and Stephanie with James. We claimed our bags and headed our separate ways. It was about 10:00AM, so we still had a long day ahead of us. The first place we headed was the big mall in Minneapolis. My two new friends commented they needed to pick me up a few things for Saturday night. We went to rather exclusive little store and I tried on a couple of different wigs, some new shoes, and a couple of outfits. I will tell you more about them later. We then headed to the "girls" apartment. It a rather nice place, and was nicely decorated. During the ride they explained to me that they both worked as female impersonators and that Saturday evening I would be too, so they had a lot of work to do to get me ready to perform. The plan was to have me rehearse and lip-syncing to some songs today, then tonight I was going to a Valentine's Day Ball with a gay friend of theirs, Saturday we would rehearse at the club where they work, and then Saturday night I would perform. As Friday progressed I practiced singing to about five songs, fortunately they were all songs I knew, so I really had to practice more on my movements and gestures to sell myself as a real singer. About 5:00 PM, Jessica said it was about time I start getting ready for the Ball. They began to run some bath water, and I was immersed into a bath full of scented water, filled with very nice lavender oil. After my bath, Jessica applied my make-up. She was a wonderful make-up artist. Even without my dress I looked great. They then handed me my dress. It was the one Stephanie had given me at Christmas. It was a bright red, which was very, very low-cut in the front, and very revealing, with a very low back, that nearly went to my waist. It was designed to fit snugly over my legs, but had a nice little slit up the side, nearly to my waist, that showed all of my leg, if I desired. This explained why I had been rehearing all day without my bra. I couldn't have any marks showing. The 5 1/2" heels I had been in all day were a perfect match. It was now about 6:30 when the doorbell rang. In walked a huge man named Michael, how ironic was that. He was 6'10" and weighed well over 300#, but was not fat. As for me I was down to 125# on a 5'8" frame, you see Stephanie has really forced me to lose weight, so I almost looked petite next to him. Jessica and Jeri gave us each a glass of champagne and excused themselves to their bedroom, did I mention they only had one bedroom, as their other room had been converted into a rehearsal studio. As we sat and sipped our champagne, Michael explained he knew all about me and that he was very closeted so he really appreciated my going with him to this formal. He also explained that he would make sure I had a good time. As we finished our champagne, we left and went down the stairs to a waiting limo. As we got into the limo he closed the privacy window to the driver and we headed on our way. Michael said he thought we should practice being affectionate to one another so we weren't so "unfamiliar" with each other at the ball. I complied. He was a great kisser, and loved sticking his huge tongue in my mouth. His hands were like big bear claws and could easily take my breasts and squeeze them in their entirety, which he did a few times. On arrival at the ball, who should be seated at the table next to us but Stephanie and James? It made for an interesting evening, a lot of romantic dancing, kissing and drinking. My dancing services were even offered to a number of other guests at the ball, all of which were friends of Michaels. Toward the end of the evening James asked Michael if I could dance with him. Of course he agreed. As we danced James asked how the evening was going and asked if all was well, I explained that it was. He said he was happy for me, and I should make Michael happy tonight, as it would be good for me.
As the evening ended we got back into the limo, and I was tired and drunk, and we headed toward Michael's house. It was a modest home, but well furnished as a bachelor pad. Michael gave me a tour of the house. As we got to his bedroom he recommended I get undressed and lay down on the bed. I did as he had requested, it was then that he showed me the biggest male tool I have ever seen. Without going into all of the details, let's just say, that by the end of his love making, I was completely worn out and had had the muscles in my mouth and anus stretched further than I thought possible.
It was nearly 4:00 AM by the time I fell asleep. I awoke at 8:00 AM to the smell of coffee. I was told to dress quickly in an outfit that Jessica and Jeri had brought over. It was one Stephanie had packed for me. It was a pair of 5" black pumps with ankle straps, a little black skirt and a sleeveless white sweater. It was below zero outside but that was what I had to wear. We left his apartment at about 8:30 AM and headed to the club for a day of rehearsal. On getting to the club I was introduced to the owner, a rather large TV, who said we had to be finished by 4:00 PM. Jessica and Jeri assured her it would not be a problem. Then something happened that I had not expected or experienced in a long time, I was allowed to get out of my heels and rehearse in my bare feet, what a relief. We practiced all day, working on my movements and routines. About 3:00 PM Jeri said I was ready and we were done practicing. I got back into my heels and we headed back to their apartment. On our arrival, I was immediately lead into their bedroom, and allowed to get undressed. They also undressed and asked that I crawl into bed with them for a short nap. We slept for about 2 hours of much needed rest. When we awoke, we all got dressed in the outfit we would wear for our first performance. Mine was rather tame, it was the same outfit I had traveled on the plane in, except I was now braless, Jessica said it would help me feel a bit more comfortable my first time in front of an audience. We headed to the club and went in a back door. I was kept in the back until it was time for me to perform. As they were about to introduce me, I began to get very nervous; I guess it was to be expected. As I walked on stage, I couldn't see the audience at first, thanks to the bright lights, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I did my first song and received a nice round of applause. As I began to walk from the stage I heard a voice call out, "You are beautiful baby, come have a drink with me." I recognized the voice immediately; it was Michael's, from the night before. I was then told; I could go have a drink with Michael, as I didn't need to be back stage again for at least 45 minutes. I walked out and met Michael and gave him a gentle kiss, and sat at the bar with him sipping on the drink that makes me crazy, wine. The first drink went down in about 10 minutes, at least I thought I was sipping on it, so he ordered me another, so I finished it before I headed backstage. After just two drinks I could feel the effects already. As I got back stage I began to get into my second outfit. It was a long strapless evening gown. It had a lace-up style corset to hold it in place and a long straight bottom with a slit up the front. I wore a pair of off black hose and my black pumps with the ankle straps. I also changed into a blond wig. It changed my look completely for those who had seen me in my first number. I headed back out on stage and did two songs, there was a much larger crowd present now and the applause was really good. At the end of the second song, there were cheers for me as I left the stage. I was then told to go out and work the crowd and be friendly to everyone. If someone wanted to get a little feel I should let him or her, it was all part of the job. As I headed out in the audience I spotted Stephanie and James, but had been told to stay away from them. I worked the crowd and had a coupe of more drinks. It was soon time to head back to the stage for my third and final performance. As I was dressing I was given another glass of wine. Now anyone who knows me, knows it only takes about two glasses of wine to get me crazy, but this was now my fifth glass, so I was about ready to do anything, which was good under the circumstances. I was all set to get dressed, when I was handed a different outfit. My last two songs were some risqu^Â songs that seemed to get both men and woman excited. The outfit was sure to help. It was a lace up leather corset, which pushed my breasts up into a very revealing and provocative position, a very micro shiny leather skirt, and garter belt extending below the skirt. I was wearing black fishnet stockings and a pair of 6" black heels with padlocks on them. I looked just like a whore, which is exactly the look the manager wanted. Additionally, my make-up was redone to give me a slut look. Finally I donned a long black curly wig, which made me look even cheaper.
As I walked on the stage, the crowd went crazy. In fact, they were so loud they had to restart the music, because I couldn't hear it. I was huge success with my first song. The second was even better. The crowd loved it, but I noticed that Stephanie and James were leaving as I walked off the stage; I so wanted to talk with Stephanie. When I got backstage Jessica and Jeri both gave me a hug, and handed me another glass of wine and told to work the crowd some more. I was tired, but did as I was told. I received a lot of attention from a lot of people. The wine was having an effect on me, and I was having a good time. It was soon time to close. Jessica, Jeri and I went back to their place and crawled into bed, except this time we did not go to sleep. Both Jessica and Jeri had a fun evening using me as their "boy toy" and we were awake well into the night. About 6:00 AM we finally went to sleep. At about 11:00 AM the alarm went off and we all got up. I showered and was ready to dress. I was given a business suit I had worn often to work to wear, so I was very comfortable. The shoes were only 3 1/2" tall, so that was also a nice surprise, as I knew I would be doing a lot of walking and that my feet were already tired. About 12 noon the doorbell rang. I was told to open the door, which I did and found a limo driver waiting for me. He took my bag and we went to the car. Once inside we headed straight to the airport. As I got out of the car, he told me everything was taken care of and to have a nice day. He also handed me an envelope with my plane ticket and instructions. I took the envelope and bag and headed inside. I checked my flight and found I didn't have a great deal of time and checked in and went straight to my gate, just in time to board.
Once settled on board, first class this time, I had a drink and began to read my note. It read:
"Dear Stephanie - you were wonderful last night, you looked like you were really enjoying the time. As you can see you are traveling alone to Miami, the reason is your adventure is not done. When you arrive in Miami, there will be a limo awaiting you; they will be taking you to a clinic for some additional plastic surgery. This is all designed to make you look just a bit more feminine. Don't worry, I will not have anything done to hurt you or embarrass you. I will talk to you this evening and see you in a few days. Remember to follow your doctor's orders. Love - Steph"
Needless to say I was both excited and nervous. Sure enough, on arrival in Miami a limo driver, who took me straight to the clinic. On entering the clinic I was treated wonderfully. I signed a few papers and was taken to my room. The next morning I was awakened about 6:00 AM and given some medication. The nurse explained that during the operation they were going to reshape my eyes just a bit to make them appear a bit bigger, narrow my nose and make it a little more petite and then reduce my Adam's Apple a bit, although it didn't really need it. She explained, that because of the surgery I would be out of it for a couple of days and so when I awoke I would be really groggy and seem to feel strange. The effects of the medication were beginning to take hold, so I just sailed off to sleep.
The surgery went well, but it was a week before I really remember anything. I remember awaking a week later with Stephanie beside my bed. She said I was looking good although I still had a little discoloration around my eyes and nose, but all in all it wasn't bad, and could easily be covered with make-up. Stephanie then went on to say she had them do a couple of other things since I was there. First she had them enlarge my breasts to a D-Cup, which explained why my chest was so sore. She said this way; I would turn everyone's head. The other thing she said, just about knocked me out of the bed. She advised me that since I so enjoyed being a woman, as was evident while I was on stage; she had them make me one, and that from now on I was totally woman. She had them do a complete Sexual Reassignment Surgery; I had lost my male tool forever. I didn't know what to do.
I have recovered and am now living as Michelle, with no hopes of ever returning to Michael. Which gets us to today, May 20, 2003. I am anticipating Memorial Day weekend, when Stephanie and Michelle go away for a weekend at the beach, which I will get to tell you about soon.