My wife Julie found out that I was a cross dresser two yearsago when she inadvertently found my secret wardrobe of femaleclothing hidden in our attic. I tried to explain my feelings butwithout any acceptance for over a year, during this period oursex life eroded to almost nothing and I felt truly worthless.The only relief for me was the rare opportunities to cross dresswhen she was away on business. I always wondered what Diana wasgetting from our marriage and I was left to be lonely andfrustrated.Julie never explained where she would go or for what reason shepoured everything into her work. Our marriage in my opinion wasfalling apart and there was nothing I could do to improved thesituation. Julie was a very successful attorney and a beautifulwoman and I was very lucky to be married to her. I envied herfeminine good looks and business success. She never approved ofmy dressing but would say, "as long as you keep it private andcontained to the home she would tolerate my problem because sherefused to even think of getting a divorce."There started my real problems. I recently lost my job and Irarely had contact with anyone. I began to search out some formof companionship. I should have known better but I searched theInternet for another cross dresser, like myself who wanted toshare our interests.

I found another T-girl named, Raven. Sheand I e-mailed each other for several months. The day final camethat I wanted to meet face to face. Julie was to be away for aweek and I made an appointment to meet Raven.That was mistake number 2; I would be leaving the sanctity ofour home for the first time fully dressed as a woman. This issomething I had never done and would violate the rules directedby my wife. I got up in the morning alone and wanted our meetingto be perfect. I took a long hot, perfumed bath and shaved mywhole body to further pursue my image of a totally femininebody. I put on my silk robe and sat to do my nails. I shaped andpainted my fingernails a rich red color and then my toenails. Iknew that no one but me would see my toenails since I planned onwearing pumps but I wanted to feel as feminine as possible. Ithen did my makeup but felt disappointed when I saw that myeyebrows looked too full. I was too scared to pluck them intothin, highly arched feminine eyebrows because I knew Julie wouldsurely see them when she got home.

The crowning touch was mylong blond wig I placed upon my own rather long hair. I alwayswanted my own long hair, but it was another point of argumentbetween by wife and myself. She never said a word but I couldtell she was annoyed that I let it grow as long as I did. Ilooked into the mirror and my most feminine self-looked back.The final addition was clip on hoop earrings, I always wanted touse pierced earrings but again was afraid to anger my wife withholes in my ear lobes. A long final look in the mirror and afeminine flip of my head and I felt just perfect.Once made up I started the process of getting dressed.  I firstslipped into a black thong panty, which always make me feel morewomanly and then put on a black long line bra and filled thecups out with old stockings. I have looked into buying breastforms but didn't want to further inflame my wife's anger. I thenpulled on some sheer black pantyhose. The final addition is afirm black panty girdle, which holds me in very securely. I thenput on a lacey full slip and have selected one on my wife's goodbusiness suits.

She and I are almost the same size and I wantedto present the image of a successful businesswoman, very muchlike my own wife, at the initial meeting with Raven.That was mistake number 3, borrowing my wife's clothing. At thispoint I could only think about the meeting with another T-girl.Not once thinking how my wife would feel, with me her husbandwearing her very expensive clothing. I put on a pair of black 3"heels and filled one of Julie's expensive purses with my money,ID and keys. I looked one last time in the mirror and was verypleased with my transformation. I just realized that I shouldspray myself with some of Julie's perfume before I leave thehouse. After using one of her most alluring fragrances, now notonly did I look like a woman I even smelled like one too. At thetime I did not realize I was remaking myself into a rendition ofmy own wife.My stomach felt like it was going to get sick from all theexcitement and nervousness. My hands were shaking as I grabbedthe car keys and walked to the front door. The moment of truthhad arrived and I was going out as Laila for the very firsttime. I opened the door and stepped out into the daylight as abeautiful woman, just as though I did this every day of my life.It felt great.

I walked to the parked car my heels clicking onthe pavement and opened the car door. I seated myself first asany natural woman would; swinging my legs into the car in thesame manner I have watched my wife elegantly enter a car. Iclosed the door and placed the key, gripped by my own luxuriousmanicured fingers, into the ignition and started the car. Mysenses were heightening and the feel of my own high heels on thecar pedals and very feminine fingers gripping the steering wheelwere unique experiences.I drove to the restaurant and spent the next hours beingaccepted as Laila Shore, successful businesswoman. Ravenand I spent a wonderful time comparing stories and dreams offeminine situations. We then did some shopping and made plans tomeet again tomorrow night. I felt so special once I got home. Iplanned to sleep that night in one of my wife's long, sensual,frilly nightgowns. I did all the nightly beauty preparations Ihave witnessed by wife perform and after putting on her mostfeminine nightgown I entered our bed as she would each night. Idreamt about the plans for the next night on the town and how Iwould feel as the lovely Laila Shore and what I could do tomake myself even more feminine.

The experiences reacted like adrug and I wanted more.I had spent the day fully dressed as a businesswoman and madeplans to dress even more daring for our next adventures. Iselected a silk cocktail dress from my wife's side of thecloset. I did not know at the time how each encroachment intoher things would increase her anger and resolve to make me payfor those foolish mistakes. I dressed more sexually this timeand wondered how others would receive my appearance as a woman.I never had any homosexual thoughts and never realized how a manmight come on to me while dressed.Raven came and picked me up and we two "hot" looking women wentto a lively nightspot. We found a corner booth and Raven orderedsome wine and we chatted "girl" talk between ourselves. The waitress brought us two fresh drinks and told us it was from twovery handsome businessmen at the bar. We smiled at them andwaved. The men came over and asked to join us, Raven, who hadmore experience being in public said yes. Each of the men slidinto the booth, shutting off the means to escape.

Jon, the guy seated next to me caught sight of my long exposed legs I hadfoolishly displayed with me being so new to public dressing asa female. I felt very self-conscious and tried to cover my thighwith my clearly feminine hand and Jon instantly rubbed my nylon-covered leg. They became more forward and we said we had to gohome. As I stood up to leave Jon kissed me before I could react.He also placed his hand on my ass and gave it a rub at the sametime. Raven and I laughed all the way home. If only those guysknew who we really were under the carefully applied make up andfeminine clothing, they would have died. Before leaving me at myhome, Raven and I made plans for tomorrow I was having so muchfun I didn't want it to end.I was getting more confident as Laila and for the next day I planned to wear Julie's favorite outfit. This was my worst ideaand I had no idea what was going to happen to me for that errorin judgment. It was a very sexy black lace dress with lots oflace and a very short skirt. It fit perfectly and I loved how itmade me look. New smoky hose and matching lingerie came next andsleek spike heels matched the outfit. I put on my make up andloved the attention Raven and I was getting and wanted to lookeven more desirable today.I teased the hair on my wig and decided I looked hot enough. Igot my purse and keys and headed to the car to pick up Raven forlunch. As I was between the car and the house I froze in myheels when I heard Julie's voice. "Well, well, well!! What do wehave here?" Julie taunted as I stood in shock in the driveway."Very pretty, lets see.. What was your name? Oh yes, Laila,Laila Shore, wasn't it? Oh, I see you are now even wearingmy very best clothing, we will have to see about that!" shecontinued. I gasped as she told me to go back to the house andkept calling me Laila. I knew I was in trouble.Once in the house she handed me a thick envelope.

"I think youwill find this very amusing."I opened it and was stunned as she had over 100 pictures ofRaven and me fully dressed as women all over town, shopping,having lunch and even the little episode with the men. There waseven a photo of when Jon kissed me and felt my ass. "I had youfollowed, you know I am an attorney and need to keep my privatelife spotlessly clean. You know how I felt about your dressingand you going out flaunting it in public. We are going to havesome changes starting right now. For starters, Laila, we aregoing out to dinner tonight and that outfit is not specialenough for your new adventures I have planned. There are twogorgeous men who are taking us to a very exclusive restaurant this evening. Since you enjoy men so much and being such afeminine girl I know you will have as much fun with me as youdid with Raven," explained Julie.I protested but she slapped me and told me to shut up. Just like a woman, talking too much. She told me if I disobeyed anythingshe tells me to do that I will be exposed to all my friends asthe faggot, who dressed up in his wife's clothing and pretendedto be a girl. That was her initial means of control and I couldnot then foresee to what lengths she would go to in the futureto further enslave me. At this point all I wanted to do is keepmy cross dressing our secret. She had a wild look in her eye andI knew better than to object.

"First get out of my best outfit and put on something else tillwe get you your own clothing." As I removed her dress she sawthe cups of my bra. "You need something more pliable andrealistic than old stockings that you use to fill out the cupsof your bra. I brought you some very realistic breast forms. Ineed you to remove your bra so I can attach them to youproperly," she ordered. She cleaned my chest and applied theadhesive to the forms and held them in place till the gluedried. She applied more glue and blended the seams with aspecial make up. I could hardly tell where the forms ended andI began.

"We don't want your date ripping them off! Lean forward and enjoy the womanly weight of your new breasts," as shereinstalled my bra to contain the massive breast forms I now hadsecurely bonded to my skin. She laughed at me. "Now that I'vegiven you a very womanly chest and think you need to know whatit's really like being a woman. I think you need to feel ultrafeminine and I know of no other womanly event then having yourperiod." She made me lower my girdle and hose and then forces a super size tampon into my anus.

"Now you know how you fucked me pretending at being a woman, you wanted to do girly things, now you can suffer just like a real woman." She handed me a sanitary and and demanded I place it in my panties before I pull them up."From now on you will have to sit on the toilet just as anyother woman and pee just like one of us." I put on another ofher conservative business suit and Julie redid my makeup. Ilooked into the mirror and looked just any other business womandressed to go to work, but now felt the very real weight of mynew bust and the tampon now lodged deep within me.Julie took me to her favorite dress store and I was forced to try on various dresses of her choice.

She selected avery tight black sequined dress for me to wear that night. Itwas a bit tight but Julie said after the pending corset fitting,it would fit perfectly. After buying the dress I was taken to alingerie store. Julie walked up to the owner and told her thatI needed to be fitted in a tight black corset. It was apparentthat prior plans had been made for this fitting because thethe shopkeeper knew all about me. I was led to the rear of the store and told to undress. My bra was removed and I felt very exposedwith my newly attached breast forms, but not for long. I stoodif front of this woman with my glued on breast forms saggingjust as any natural woman's. The shopkeeper commented, "I seethat your wife has seen to assure you the full reality of beinga very fully endowed lady. Your new breasts look very real andI would think you would like them properly supported."  The corset Julie had selected has full cups which grasp the breastforms and once the front busk was closed I sense that I wouldappear very sexy in the new dress. The owner began to lace metighter and tighter. My breasts were amply supported and myribcage was made smaller by the powerful garment. I was allowedto walk about while the new corset adapted to my body. Afterabout a half hour the lacing was retightened and I commentedthat I thought the corset was way too tight. The owner said tome "a woman must suffer to make herself attractive for her manand your wife will need to retighten the corset before you goout on your date. Now let us try on your dress." What was onceextremely tight, fits my newly formed body like a second skin.I looked in the mirror and I have a body to die for.Our next stop was the nail salon. Here I was seated and the girlwas instructed to apply 2" acrylic nails to my fingers. As thegirl worked on me I wondered how I was going to get these off.The process looked very permanent and I was getting veryworried. I asked Julie how was going to return to being a manwith these rather permanent looking feminine fingernails andattached breasts."Just worry about looking and acting as a perfect lady for yourdate tonight," Julie slyly laughed. Bright red polish wasapplied and I was slowing being changed into a female. The nextstop was the beauty salon and there I began to wonder if I wouldever again be allowed to be a man again. The wig was removed andthe beautician informed me Julie had ordered a full and verycomplete make over. Firstly hair extensions were securelyattached to my own hair. My lengthened hair was washed, cut,bleached a bright blond and then rolled up tightly upon anassortment of pink rollers.

Once all the rollers were placed, a permanent lotion was appliedto my newly dyed hair I caught a look in the mirror. My head wascovered with a multitude of rollers and I now looked like anyother woman in the salon. I was placed under a dryer and felt myhair tighten about the curlers. Once my hair was dry, therollers were removed, my hair was then styled into a veryfeminine hairstyle on long silky blond curly tendrils hangingabout by face.

All I could do was sit bound up in the extremely tight corsetand look at the very feminine hands I now have thanks to thenail technician. I watched as my attached false breasts rise andfall as I labored for breath and I had no idea how I can removethem, if Julie would allow me to, but that did not appear to bean option. She continued the attack on my remaining masculinityand started to pluck my eyebrows into two very thin femininelines more radically shaped than I ever could imagine doingmyself. Individual long artificial eyelashes were glued among myown eyelashes and then coated a deep black. I could feel theweight of the new fuller lashes and sensed an increased feminineappearance.

The final assault was two permanent holes punched into each ofmy ear lobes and first long dangle hoops were put through thelower holes and then diamond studs in the upper holes.

As she applied my new evening make up she joked with Julie howI must have been a very bad boy but thanks to her I now appearedto be a very good girl. I looked in the mirror and I was inshock, no trace of my former male self remained. I now lookedlike a beautiful and very feminine woman.

"I hope you are happy with your present appearance, because Iplan to keep you looking like that from now on. You will becomemy new girl friend and live with me in our home, but from now onliving in the guest room, since you now look 100% like a womanand not anything like my husband. We will do everything as twowomen from dating to weekly visits to get our nails and hairdone. I will tell everybody you left me for another woman. Noone will realize the other woman is in reality you. I will geta permanent identity change for you so I can legally keep you asa woman for the rest of your life."

I begged her to stop before it was too late. "It is already toolate. Just look at yourself, do you think anyone would know it'sreally you looking at the woman you appear to be now. I thinkyou make a far better girlfriend than a husband. I have spent somuch time and effort on creating your appearance you better justget use to being a woman."

I pleaded with Julie that I don't want to be a woman, but shejust laughed at me and said: "You should have thought about thatbefore wearing my clothing and pretending to be a girl. You justneed to sample your new reality because you don't have anychoices,"

We got home and awaited our date's arrival. I was given blacksilky seamed stockings to put on and I was instructed that myseams must be absolutely straight since men like the provocativelook. Next black patent leather pumps with slim ankle strapswere tossed at me; I sat on the bed and secured the ankle strapswith great difficulty due to my new extended femininefingernails and my newly lengthened hair falling over my face.I slowly stand and Julie re-tightened the lacing of the corsetbefore helping me into my new dress. She forcefully rose andsecured the rear zipper encasing me into what I know is a verysensual feminine dress. She next attached to me a shiny diamondbracelet and necklace. The gold hoop earrings were replaced withlong dangle diamond earrings Julie hooked and locked into thelower holes in my earlobes to complete my look. Julie nextremoved her own diamond engagement and wedding rings from herleft hand and handed them to me. "I think you should be the onewearing these from now on to further enhance your new positionin our relationship as the woman with a married past, since youno longer look anything like my own husband and now you can playthe part of the suffering wife."

I reluctantly put them both on my left hand as would a woman andfeel that another critical step in my feminization had occurred.Julie forced me to stand in front of the full length mirrors andberated me: "You wanted to dress and pretend to be a woman, wellnow we are no longer pretending and I have even more womanlyadventures in store for you! I believe I have made you into muchmore of a woman than any of your fantasies and I have no plansof ending your feminization."

I had to slowly descend the stairs due to the confinement of thedress and my extremely high heels to open the door and greet thetwo men, who were taking us out that night. I brought them inand walked ahead of them to our living room. I knew their eyeswere on my butt and I knew that was due to the tightness of thedress and the dark seams on my black hose tightly attached to mygarters and the fine silky, curly, blond, hair swaying as Iwalked. I was giving a great show and helpless to stop whatJulie had planned for my humiliation. The two men were named Jimand Brad, and Brad was to be my date for this night. Juliecalled me to come to her. She sprayed me with some more perfumeand told me she expected me to act very nice to my date. Shesaid "I don't expect you to go all the way tonight due to youhaving your period, but other than that you better act as thevery seductive woman I have transformed you into and give yourdate a very pleasant time".

I was now totally trapped and horrified at the instructionsJulie wanted me to follow. I stood teetering in my high heels,my body encased within an extremely tight corset and dressed tokill in a very tight sexy dress; my hair and makeup reflexed theimage of a very sexy desirable woman and my wife demanding I nowlive the part with no hope of returning to being a man. I lookedjust like my dream image but I am horrified at the same time.

She handed me a silk evening bag and all that is in it is areplacement tampon, a small perfume spray and lip stick whichmatched the shade I have on. There was no money, ID or creditcards, so I will totally dependent on Julie or my date tonight.Lastly her own silver fox jacket was given to me to wear and Iremember how seductive and vulnerable she looked wearing it andnow I would be seen as the woman seen wearing it. This furtherheightened my fears.

She escorted me back to our dates and introduced me as LailaShore, an old girlfriend of hers and that I am now separatedfrom my husband and would be living with her till I got re-established as a single woman after a very demeaning marriage.She made me show that I was still wearing my rings but that Ireally knew that the marriage is over and that I would bestarting a new phase in my life and just needed a little timeand tenderness from the right man before I became comfortablebeing a single woman again. She further embarrassed me bytelling that unfortunately for me it's "my time of the month"and hoped I would be good company tonight.

I was on the verge of tears totally embarrassed by the newposition my wife had forced upon me. Brad reached around mywaist and gently kissed me on the cheek as he brushed my hairfrom my face and I felt his other hand lower to grasp my behind.Jim greeted my wife, Julie, with a very passionate embrace andkiss all I could do was stand and watch as she emitted a verywomanly moan to further emasculate me.

I was instructed to bring our dates a glass of wine to start ourevening. I began to open a bottle of wine, but Brad rushed overand surrounded me and opened it for me. He was eyeing me up andI didn't know how to respond since I had never been in thiswomanly position before.

Julie told me to start flirting with my date and act as she didwith Jim or she would make tonight a living hell for me. Juliepromised to give me an advanced degree in the arts of being awoman. Brad offered a toast and said how lovely I looked and howhe planned to show me a great time and treat me with a greatdegree of physical interaction. After emptying his glass, heembraced me and gave me a passionate kiss. I felt his full mouthon my lips and then the thrust of his tongue into my mouth anddue to his firm embrace had to endure the attack as a naturalwoman might under similar conditions.

My first date was a series of new experiences and I hoped Iwould  complete my first night as a "real" woman without anyfurther problems arising. I had forgotten that my wife moved inan elite circle and I would be in public with a man who wasexpected to treat a lady with respect. Since I now looked thepart of a natural woman, I should be accorded that honor. Beforeleaving I was helped into my sensual silver fox fur coat and atthis moment I knew my life was now altered and I was helpless tosteer the direction my life would take in the future. Julie, mywife, had complete control and I had better do everything sheplanned for me and that included being a woman for the balanceof my life. I walked out the door and I knew that I was Laila Shoreand that a whole new life was starting.