Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 04:54:29
From: diane_k@sissify.com
Subject: TG story - Diane's Journey 3

The phrase "deshabille" immediately came to mind. The carefully
developed image was a little frayed around the edges.

And how was this obvious?

Well, the silky panties still wrapped around one foot spoke volumes. The
sheer nylons were still on, as were the spiky heels. But the skirt was up
around the waist revealing suspenders, stocking tops and a lacy slip.
Rather arousing, actually.

Of course, the tittilation was was tempered somewhat by the man lying on
top of all this femininity, pants around his ankles. Clearly the pretty,
demure femininity beneath him had been thorougly shafted. The soft,
rhythmic breathing of the satisfied man said it all - "le petit mort".

But what of the wearer of all this feminine finery? Diane, of course, that
one time male now learning what it was to be female.

Are there any regrets? I hear you ask.

And my heartfelt response? Only one - I wish I had gone down this path
long ago!

Slowly he began to stir, the soft tendrils of relaxtion began to recede. I
could feel his softening member slowly slither out of my wet passages.

"That was simply exquisite" he murmured. "You give me such pleasure."

"I'm glad" I replied.

"Yes, I think you are. You do seem to really want me. Eagerly submissive -
a man's dream that in my case has come true."

"I try my best." I responded. "I just love the female role - not just the
dressing, but also the intimacy with you. There is a real joy of giving
for me. I do understand your sexual needs - I don't resent them - they are
perfectly natural."

I continued: "I'm sorry - I can't help it. I just really want you all the
time. Ever since that first time when you possessed me, I just can't stop
thinking about you. Call me a slut if you like, but I just need to submit
to you. To me the act of submission is so intense, so intimate. I just
love the sensation of you inside me, your strong body thrusting and the
wonderful orgasm as your semen spurts into me."

"Oh babe!" I just love it when you talk like that. "I am getting hard,
just from you talking."

Gently I took his hardening cock in my hand and squeezed it gently as my
other hand softly stroked his balls. He moaned with a relaxed sigh as I
snuggled in close to him, my head resting on his shoulder.

"Well, my dear" he began. "Where to from here?"

"What do you mean?" I replied, nervous of where this was heading.

"Well, we cannot keep going this way forever. There is too much
uncertainty and limits for both of us."

My face must have displayed dismay - my heart was certainly pounding. I
did not want to lose him now that we had come so far.

He continued: "Take it easy baby. Don't look so worried. I am not about
to dump you. On the contrary, I am looking for more commitment and
certainty. You might be afraid of losing me, but I am also afraid of
losing you. So, what do you you say - are you ready for a greater
commitment?"

"Of course I am." I responded.

"Well, we have to set some ground rules. You see, at the moment, there is
nothing stopping you discarding you feminine attire, wiping off your
make-up, pulling on your male clothes and walking away."

"True, but I wouldn't."

"Yes, I know, but I want a permanent relationship - a relationship where
you are truly dependent on me, in my power."

"Oh..." I was perplexed.

"Does, that frighten you?"

"No, it excites me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. What do you wish me to do?"

"It depends on how far you want to go."

"That is not my call - if I am to submit, it is yours."

"Well, I have been thinking about this - I want you to purge all of your
male persona. All your clothes, in fact all your possesions apart from
your femminine ones. Close all bank acounts, destroy all documents, sell
things like your car and hand over all money to me."

"Oh.." I was taken aback.

"Are you prepared to do that?"

I paused, overwhelmed by the concept.

"I have always dreamed of living full time as a woman. I never thought I
would get the chance, so yes! I'll do whatever you want" I exclaimed as I
threw my arms around him and we kissed deeply.

Finally we disentangled ourselves and I continued: "Tell me what you want
me to do."

"Well, I've given this some thought. You will only need to dress as a male
one more time to extricate yourself from all male things. Then we dispose
of all your male possessions."

"Everything?" I was taken aback.

"Yes, everything. Now, no more questioning my decisions. Think of it this
way - marriage ceremonies always had the woman submit with 'Love, honor
and obey' - you are going to do that. Obedience is essential."

I smiled. "Oh, yes John. This is wonderful!" My heart was beating at the
enormity of it all, but I was determined.

The next morning I dressed as a male for the last time. Much of the day
was spent closing down accounts, leaving organisations, selling my car,
selling all my possessions. A quick sale meant lower returns, but quick is
what I wanted - no comebacks.

By the end of the day it was done. I had a wad of cash - thousands of
dollars - and a pile of documents. All that was left of the male me.

Returning to his place I stripped off my last set of male clothes and put
them in a plastic bag. Then I dressed in my favorite dress, tight
foundations, sheer nylons, highest heels and subtle makeup.

Looking critically at myself in the mirror I was pleased - I looked nice.
My heart, though, was thumping. What was going to happen now?

Returning from work he took me in his arms and we kissed long and slow.

"I know today was hard for you, but it had to be done."

Wordlessly I presented him with the cash and my documents - all that
remained of the male me. Not much when all was said and done.

" Will you love, honor and obey?" he spoke quietly.

"To love, honor and obey" I responded "absolutlely!"

He continued: "There is no turning back. Your submission and obedience is
now the accepted situation."

"No turning back." I spoke with feeling as I knelt down before him. "You
are my master and my lover. I am you slave."

Looking down upon me as I knelt there he smiled: "I think that this
arrangement will be very satisfactory".

"Now, let's finish it! Get some matches and bring your clothes out the
back" he continued.

Doing as I was bid, I collected the plastic bag and some matches and
followed him out. Carefully he piled up some kindling along with my
documents and my clothes. Soon a fire was blazing merrily as the last of
my male persona - and my freedom - was consumed by fire.