Date: Wed, 8 Jan 2003 06:23:25 -0800 (PST) From: Michelle Worthy Subject: Michael to Michelle The following story is about a wonderful experience, that few of us will ever experience. I would love to hear the comments of others about this story. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 1 It all started my sophomore year of college as I was working in the dining hall serving food. But of course there is always a prelude to the story. In this case the prelude goes back as long as I can remember, I would try on my sisters stockings and high heels, and if there wasn't anyone at home, I would even walk around the house in them. That is as far as I had ever gone in wearing the clothes I felt so comfortable in, but as I said, college brings about many strange twists and turns in one's life. In my case, I was working to help earn money as I was putting myself through college. As I was serving lunch one day, I noticed this beautiful young girl coming through the line. She obviously was a gift from heaven, as she was just simply stunning. It was also very clear from her wardrobe she had a great deal more money than I had, or probably would ever hope to have. As she approached me I simply said some little hello, as I did to most everyone in the line, be it a guy or a gal. I continued to see her everyday at lunch, but nothing more ever came from it. Let me describe her to you, she was 5' 6" tall and about 120#, but not an ounce of fat on her. She was well endowed on the top side and worked out to maintain a very well defined body, with all of the curves in just the right places. She had bright green eyes, and coal black shoulder length hair. As for me, I have some French, Asian and Native American blood in me. and am 5' 8", and was then only about 145#, as I love to run, so I have strong powerful legs, and am rather lean everywhere else. Fortunately for me, I have been able to maintain the same weight with a regular exercise program. Back to the story. The second semester, I found myself in the same Business Law class as this young lady. At first she and I were just class mates, but after a couple of classes she asked if she could buy me a drink after class. I immediately froze, but of course I said yes. As we went to a local little college dive restaurant we began to chat and I found that her name was Stephanie. I also found that she was the only child of a very wealthy land developer in Atlanta, GA. This of course explains her source of money. Over a series of weeks I found out she was planning to take over the family business after college, as her father was in his 60's and wanted to retire as soon as possible. I couldn't believe she had any interest at all in me, a poor young man, paying his own way through college, and barely surviving at that. As we talked during the weeks ahead we became friends, and I didn't think much about it. But one particular week, Stephanie asked me to go to a formal with her, and she would pick up all of the expenses, including renting my tux, so I agreed. So as not to bore you, let me just tell you that over the next few years we dated and were eventually married a year after she graduated from college. I couldn't believe I was married to a beautiful young lady, who came from money, and she was happy with just plain me. I will admit I did take care of her and do everything she asked. One might say I was a bit submissive. Since I was not much bigger than her, I on occasion would try on her clothes, and had even purchased a pair of 2 1/2" heels, size 9 1/2, to wear when she was not around. One day however, she returned home early and caught me in her clothes and my shoes. Needless to say she was furious and we fought like hell. I agreed to never wear any ladies clothing again, and she agreed to forgive me. A few months later, tragedy struck as both her mother and father were killed in an automobile accident. She was devastated, and so she was forced to take over the business much sooner than she wanted. As for me, I was true to my word and never wore her clothing and supported her in every way I could. It is also important to know that, with the business interests and insurance, Stephanie had inherited an amount in the mid 8 digit range, so money was never going to be a problem for her. One day we were talking about all that had gone on in our lives and she brought up my basic attempt at crossdressing. She agreed that I had been true to my word and how much she appreciated it. She told me how sorry she was for ignoring me the past few months since she had been working so hard since her mother and father passed away, and told me she had planned a special surprise weekend getaway for the following weekend. She said this would give us a chance to relax before we moved, as the following weekend we were moving into her parents home that was being built when they passed away. So, now you know how we get to Thursday morning, and 11:00 AM, on a cold January 2001 day. It was at this time that Stephanie picked me up at work, for our special weekend. Little did I know the lifelong change it would bring about for me. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 2 As I got into the car Stephanie promised me I would enjoy the weekend, and have more fun that I ever thought possible. We drove about 20 miles to a nice hotel where there where individual suites have private entrances. Stephanie checked us in, and I stayed in the car. My mind was racing, wondering what she was up to. When we arrived at our room, I found some wine, cheese and crackers already waiting for us. I had a couple of drinks, but Stephanie declined, stating she wasn't feeling to good as she had eaten some Thai food for dinner the evening before and it didn't agree with her, but we did manage to have a good time in bed anyway. About 2:00 PM, Stephanie told me to jump in the shower and she would bring in the suitcase, as we had an appointment at 3:00 PM. As I jumped in the shower I heard her go outside and return. After drying off I walked out of the bath with just a towel around my waist. To my surprise Stephanie was not present. There was a bag on the bed, with a note on it. The note read, "Here are some nice clothes I think you would like wearing, put them on, pull your hair back into a ponytail. When you are dressed, call me on my cell phone and I will come back and pick you up for the next part of your special weekend. " I opened the bag, and found ladies panties and bra, with some rice in 2 small plastic bags, a blouse, slacks, hose, and a pair of 3 1/2" stacked heels. In order to ensure I wore them she had taken the male clothing I had worn out of the room, and I had no idea where it was. Not having much choice, I dressed as I was instructed and called her on her cell phone. She then instructed me to look in the dresser drawer where I would find a little makeup bag with some foundation, blush, lipstick, and mascara. I should put it on, and walk out the door, turn right and walk down the parking lot and she would pick me up. Once again I did as I was instructed, as I really had no choice. Once outside, I only had to walk about 100 feet before I was picked up. Stephanie commented how good I looked considering how little time I had to get ready, and how little makeup I was wearing. I asked, "Where are we going?" She replied to just wait, as I would surely enjoy it. We drove for about 10 minutes and finally parked in front of a small home on a street near downtown Atlanta in an area known as Little Five Points. We got out of the car and walked a couple hundred feet and entered a small beauty salon. Once inside, I was introduced to the owner, whose name was Kristen, as Stephanie's new friend - "Michelle"! Kristen stated she understood how important it was for girls like me to look there best, and that she and her staff had lots of experience in helping young ladies look their best. So here I stood in this beauty salon, at the age of 27, in ladies clothing with no money, identification, or idea of what was going on. Most importantly, I had no choice about what was about to happen. Kristen told me to relax, and then instructed Stephanie to come back about 6:30, and everything would be ready. Stephanie gave me one of those little kisses on the cheeks that girls give each other and said to have fun, and then she was gone. Kristen then led me into another room where I was asked to disrobe and to take a shower, and then put on this nice thick white robe and come back out into the room where we were standing. Wanting to get out of the ladies clothing as quickly as possible I certainly agreed. I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. As I was in the shower, I heard the door open, and immediately close. I then heard Kristen say, "Turn off the water and to step out for her." I asked, why? She responded, I would find out soon enough. Once again, I did as I was told, as it appeared I was getting fewer and fewer choices in the matter. Once standing outside the shower in my birthday suit, I was dripping wet, and she immediately began applying a cream to my entire body from the neck down. After a few moments, I began to feel a tingling sensation on my skin and told her so. She said, that was normal. She then proceeded to take a wash cloth and rub it on my leg, where the hair came off as easy as could be. She said it was all done. She handed me a back brush with a sponge on the end, and told me to go ahead and shower, and be sure to get all of the hair off of my body. Since I did not have much body hair, it didn't take much effort at all before I was as smooth as silk from head to toe. Once completely hair free, I stepped out of the shower to dry, and when I did, I found my nice white robe had been replaced with a nice soft silky pink robe, along with a pair of frilly ladies slippers. A note with the robe and slippers read - "Dear Michelle, I hope you are enjoying your experience, please be patient, accepting and understanding. Know that I love you. Please put this robe and slippers on and do as instructed. Love--Michelle" I did as I was told and walked into the next room. There Kristen met me and led me to a chair, and asked me to sit down, and the next step in my transformation was about to begin. As I did so, another young lady began to give me a manicure and a pedicure, all while Kristen began to cut my hair. She didn't explain what she was doing, and there were no mirrors present, so I really couldn't see too much. After what seemed to be forever, I had a distinct smell, I knew immediately what it was, it was the smell of nail polish, and I suddenly realized this polish was being applied to my toes. I couldn't see the color, but I was sure it was "not natural" for a young man to be having it applied to his toes. The manner in which I was sitting made it impossible for me to see the color. Kristen continued to work on my hair. In addition to cutting my hair she spent a considerable amount of time styling it. I couldn't see it, but I knew it wasn't the "typical" male style. After a short time and a few coats of toe nail polish, I had the slippers slipped back on my feet and I was lead to a table, where this unnamed young lady began to apply long fingernails to my hands, When she said she was ready to polish them, a hood was placed over my head so I could not see them at all. She then proceeded to apply several coats of polish as she had done to my toes. When she was done, she removed my hood, and I looked and found these long beautiful nails, colored with a deep dark shade of burgundy. I didn't know what to do except stare at them. It was then that Kristen began to shape my eyebrows and apply my make-up. She worked rapidly and did everything one would expect for any "young lady" to have done to her during a makeover. I didn't know how I should feel. I do know there was both a fear and excitement rushing inside of me. It was then that I heard Stephanie's voice in the next room. The unnamed girl entered the room with a shopping bag, and said it was time to get dressed. Kristen and this young lady then agreed I would probably need a little help getting dressed. So they began to help me get dressed in my new outfit, it was a pair of lacy panties with a matching bra into which the rice filled bags were inserted, a pair of ultrasheer nude pantyhose, a white blouse, with a short pinstripe skirt with slit up one side and a suit coat to match. After being completely dressed a shoe box was pulled out of the bag, inside were a pair of 3 1/2" black pumps which fit me perfectly. I could tell Stephanie had planned this event well. Once I was completely dressed Stephanie was called into the room. She was stunned and said she couldn't believe how beautiful I looked. I was then lead to a full length mirror that had been covered up. For the first time, I was able to see myself as Michelle, I was also stunned. There I stood as attractive as most any young lady in the Atlanta area. Stephanie then had me put on a couple of rings, a necklace, bracelet, and some small hoop earrings, I was amazed at how I looked. She paid for the day, and led me out the door. I must admit my time in high heels in private was paying off as Stephanie had parked about 200 yards away. So here I was about 6:30 PM, walking down the sidewalk on a cold and windy evening with my legs exposed to the world dressed as Michelle. What a feeling. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 3 As we got in the car, Stephanie asked how I was feeling. I responded, I was very nervous, a bit scared, and very curious. She responded, "Don't worry, you will enjoy this weekend, and all that will come of it." That only raised my curiosity even more. As we drove we headed back toward the hotel, a sense of relief began to settle over me. Suddenly however Michelle turned off of the highway and entered a large and popular mall in the area. As she parked, she said it was time to do some shopping for Michelle for tomorrow. Obeying completely, I just got out of the car. We walked into the mall, and Stephanie led the way. She said the first thing we needed to do was get me some new lingerie for tomorrow, and so we headed to every man's and woman's favorite store. You know the one. She began chatting to one of the clerks, as she looked around. The clerk then came over to me and said, "well Michelle, don't worry, you are not the first in here, so I will take care of you." This clerk then helped Stephanie pick out a nice pair of panties, a bra, and then some silicone breasts for my use. The clerk then led me to the fitting room, and asked that I go in and put the inserts in my bra, and place the rice bags in the box and come back out. Once again, I did as instructed. When I came out I found Stephanie and the clerk had picked out a nice baby doll pajama for me. I then was told the clerk's name was Jackie, and that she would be working Saturday, and so perhaps I would get to see her again. Stephanie paid for the items and we left the store. We then walked to one of the anchor stores in the mall, where Stephanie said we needed to pick out an outfit for me to wear the next day, as it was to be rather chilly tomorrow, and she thought I would need something other than my business suit to wear. I immediately began to think about the slacks I had on earlier, or perhaps some jeans. It was soon obvious Stephanie had other ideas. We went and began looking at ultra-short skirts. She picked out a very short, but very light weight tiger print skirt. It was clear Stephanie had a plan. She also picked out a little gold sweater top for me, and a black leather jacket. Just in case, she said we also needed to get another pair of hose to wear. She picked out what I though was a pair of off black hose, but I would find out different. Once again she paid for our items and we returned to the car. From there Stephanie drove to a nice restaurant in the area. The wait for a table was going to be about an hour, so Stephanie said we would wait in the bar. We entered the bar, and were quickly offered seats at the bar by two gentlemen. We chatted and drank a couple of drinks, Stephanie had told me I would be drinking Tequila Sunrises, "Oh Boy". One of the men commented about my voice, that he liked the low voice I had, he said I sounded sultry, I simply said "Thank You." As we chatted, Stephanie chatted constantly, while I was much more quiet. Soon, and fortunately for me, our table was ready, and we went to dinner. It was an uneventful dinner, which lasted until about 10:00, and from there we went back to the hotel for a good nights sleep for two tired young ladies. I must admit, it felt rather enjoyable spending the entire night in the baby doll pajamas, wondering what tomorrow was going to bring. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 4 When we awoke in the morning, Stephanie said we were going to eat breakfast in the hotel, so I could just put on the slacks I wore on the first day, with just a touch of make-up. We walked to the hotel lobby, where we ate, she then handed an envelope to the desk clerk and ask that they mail it for us. I thought nothing of it. It was a strange feeling at breakfast, as no one seemed to notice that I was a guy, now completely dressed as a woman. We returned to our room, where Stephanie and I showered together. We then began to get dressed. It took me much longer to do my hair and make-up than Stephanie, but then again I didn't have nearly the practice she did. As I took the hose out of the package, I noticed they were not the simple off-black I thought they were, but instead were a pair of back seam hose, which was a bit dramatic for the daytime I thought, but I was assured it was fine, especially since we had a lot to get accomplished today. We started by going shopping again. First to a small boutique in the Little 5 Points area, where Stephanie bought me a couple of trendy suits, all with skirts, and few tops. From there we went to a store that had a rather wide variety of black vinyl items and some lace-up corsets. She said I would surely need a couple of those. In addition she found some rather wild outfits, which she said I could wear on some special occasions. As she paid for the items, she indicated we would probably need to take them to the car, as we were not done yet. You must remember I am wearing my 3 1/2" heels, so all of this walking is beginning to take its tool on my feet, and I said so to Stephanie. She responded, she was sorry the shoes were uncomfortable, and perhaps we could get me something different. We then went to another store in the area, where we went up some stirs to their shoe department. Remember the old saying, be careful what you wish for. This stores shoes started with 3 1/2" heels and went up from there. We both tried on some shoes and boots. Stephanie then picked out a variety of shoes and boots for me, along with a pair of thigh-hi black patent boots for herself. I could not believe these shoes all had at least 4" heels, some even higher. When I thought we were done. Stephanie handed me the one box and said I ought to wear the one pair to break them in. I opened the box, inside was a pair of 5 1/2" black heels with an ankle strap. I put them on, placed my old shoes in the box, and stood up, I thought for sure I was going to fall flat on my face, I didn't, but I did have some difficulty in walking in them. I must have looked strange walking in them to the car, which was at least a 10 minute walk away, especially in the heels. It was getting to be late in the afternoon, when Stephanie said we had to stop at one more store to pick up a party dress for me. We went to a really hip store, where she picked out a black short sleeveless dress, that showed plenty of leg. I was concerned about my stomach being a bit to big, but Stephanie said that would not be a problem once I got laced up in my new corset. Stephanie paid for the items and we left for the hotel. She ordered room service, and we ate an early dinner, then laid down for some fun and frolic between us girls. After our play time we both fell asleep for a much needed rest. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 5 We awoke after our nap, and dressed in the same clothes we had dinner in the night before. Once again we went to a restaurant and had dinner with a couple of drinks, it was rather "normal" considering what I had been through the last 24 hours. After dinner we went back to the hotel, for what I thought was going to be a restful evening. Instead, I was told I needed to change back into the Tiger print skirt with the 5 1/2" heels and go to the mall and meet with young lady from the lingerie store, who was going to do a little shopping with me. Stephanie then handed me my own credit card, with the name "Michelle" on it. She said the clerk knew what we were to buy, and to just follow her lead. So I left the hotel, and got in the car. I never knew driving in heels would be so much different. On getting to the mall, I had to park a considerable distance away from the entrance as it was a Friday evening. I walked to the mall, the wind blowing on my legs and under my skirt, and walked to the store. Upon entering the store, I spied the clerk from the evening before. She said to hold and "they" would be right with me. Not thinking much about it, I looked around the store a bit. It was then that the clerk, and a friend of hers came up and said they were ready. I said OK, but I didn't know where we were going. They said not to worry they did. We walked through the mall, me in my short skirt with back seamed stockings, and 5 1/2" heels. On getting to the store, they began to look for a little outfit for me to wear out that night. I didn't know where we were going, but the outfit looked good. It was a simple short red leather skirt, about 6" above my knees, and a black sleeveless turtleneck sweater top, and a pair of red high heeled sandals, approx. 4" high. Of course I had to remove my hose, which meant my legs were bare. By this time it was nearing 9:00 PM, and so we began to walk back through the mall. As we walked the clerk, whose name I had found out was Kerri, explained that we were meeting Stephanie at a lesbian night club for an evening of fun and frolic. They explained I was a bit overdressed, but that it was OK, as Stephanie wanted me to be the center of attraction. Kerri also explained that should anyone ask me to dance prior to Stephanie arriving I should say yes, and just enjoy the evening. She said that tonight I was to drink white wine all night. She didn't know why, but that was the instructions she had been given. I knew why, wine for some reason made me crazy. So off to the club we went. We were there nearly 2 hours before Stephanie arrived, and I danced almost all of the time. When she did arrive, she came over to me and gave me a nice hug and a really tender kiss. She then asked me to dance, of course I agreed, and we danced cheek to cheek, with her leading. As we danced, her hands slipped down to my buttock which she gently massaged. We danced until nearly 2:00 AM, and when we got ready to leave, I was told, "That we were all going shopping." I couldn't imagine where. We got into Stephanie's car, as she had been drinking soft drinks, and headed down the highway. The next thing I knew we were pulling into the parking lot of an adult toy store. As we entered, Stephanie led the way straight to the BDSM section where she found a variety of novelties and toys. She even bought a huge strap on dildo which she said she had every intention of using that night. As we finished the shopping, she removed a collar from the bag, and placed it around my neck, and said that from now on I was hers, and would do exactly as she demanded. The four of us then went to the hotel room where the three girls played together, while I was forced to stand and watch. After some time, Stephanie asked me to join them, which I willingly agreed, as I crawled into the bed, Stephanie strapped her new dildo, and said she wanted to be the first "to do" me, and then the other two girls could have a turn with me. What I thought was going to be a pleasure, turned out to be a rough evening, one which I would not forget for a long time. We soon fell asleep, only to awaken the next morning with a severe headache. Our guests dressed and left. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 6 The next morning was Saturday, and so I knew it was going to be a long and surprising day. But I didn't have a clue about what was going to happen. We laid around the hotel until nearly lunch time. It was then Stephanie said we had better get going so we would be ready for the evening. I didn't know what she was talking about. It was down to the Buckhead section of town, to a store where Stephanie had spent plenty of money on evening gowns for formals she had gone to in the past. We entered the store and Stephanie told her favorite clerk, Melanie, that the two of us were going to a formal that night and we both needed complete outfits to wear. She went on to say that my date was 6'7", so I would need something to make me look tall and thin, as he was nearly 275#. Melanie began searching for the perfect outfits. Stephanie decided on a backless low plunging light blue dress with sequins, and a pair of silver heeled sandals. My outfit presented a bit more of a challenge for Melanie, due to my need to wear a bra to hold my "falsies". The outfit Stephanie and Melanie decided on was a long straight white dress with a Mandarin collar. The dress had a slit all the way up one side. In order to draw attention to me they decided I should wear no hose and a pair of 5" open toed sandals to show my leg. I must admit I looked pretty good. As we finished the shopping, Melaine asked if I would be back, Stephanie responded, "Most definitely." We returned to the hotel room to begin preparing for our big evening, I didn't know how hard it would be for me to swallow an evening out like this. As we prepared, Stephanie explained to me that she had been thinking of the idea of me wearing her clothes for a long time and had decided she was going to see how much I really enjoyed being a woman, and after seeing all that goes with it. She told me about how since I had resigned from my job, and was in need of a job, being her receptionist was the perfect job for me, that way she could keep an eye on me, and see I was behaving, and continue to demand I act as a woman and be treated like a woman. I said, "I haven't resigned from my job." She then went on to explain that the letter that had been mailed the previous morning by the hotel clerk was my resignation. I just hadn't signed it. What a situation, dressed in ladies clothing with no job and no money. Only a credit card for Michelle. She said I would have to put up with all of the humiliation and abuse other girls have to put up with in the business world in order to survive, but there was more to follow on that later. We both showered, and I was told to put on a pair of panties that would hide my male tool, but was also a thong, so if anyone felt my butt, they would never know what I really was. Then I was instructed to place my shoes on, and wear them a bit, so I could break them in. I then helped Stephanie begin to get ready, first by gently massaging her feet and kissing each of her toes. Once that was done I helped her with her make-up, which really brought out the color of her big green eyes. She then helped me with my make-up as she said she wanted to achieve a special look for me. When she was done, my eyes had a really dark look to them with deep smoky shadows. It was about then that the phone rang, which I was told to answer. A deep voice spoke on the other end, asking for either Stephanie or Michelle. I paused for a moment, then spoke saying, "This is Michelle." The party on the other end introduced himself as James, and indicated that he and Darren where waiting for us in the hotel lobby. I asked him to hold on a second, and I checked with Stephanie as to how I should respond. She said to tell him we would be there in a minute. I did as I was told. As we finished dressing, we walked out of our room, and down the sidewalks to the hotel lobby. There stood two very attractive men, that any woman would be happy to be with. I thought, "What am I going to do now, next to this attractive man, who thinks I am a woman." We exchanged introductions, and went outside to a waiting limo. The driver opened the door for us, and in we hopped. James then thanked us so much for being their dates. He went on to explain how, being gay lovers who were both very closeted made social events a difficult thing for them. He continued by saying that it was difficult to find beautiful women who were willing to attend events such as this with them, knowing that they were really just filling an "image need." Stephanie responded that it was really OK, as this way the two of us could also preserve our secret relationship. I was very relieved, as I thought she was talking about us, without telling them to much, and letting them think we were two lesbian lovers. It was then that Darren spoke up and said, "It was almost impossible to believe we were husband and wife, and that we must have a very special relationship." He continued, "He hoped we could all have a good time, and would be able to do this often." Michelle responded, "She was sure we would have a great time, and looked forward to doing this frequently, and if all worked out who knows what all could come of it." We soon arrived at the event, which was a huge fund-raiser, with drinks dinner and dancing. We spent the evening as most couples would chatting, drinking, and dancing. Except in my case, it was mostly drinking and dancing. I rarely had the opportunity to sit down. James and Darren were both good dancers and so they would take turns dancing with me. They explained it was part of their image. By the end of the evening, at approx. 11:00 PM. my feet were really beginning to ache. We went back to the car, for what I thought was the ride home. Michelle and I got into the car, and James and Darren went to the trunk. As they got into the car, they each had a couple of small duffel bags. Michelle then said, "I guess it is time to change." They handed me a bag and told me to get undressed and put on the clothes inside the bag. As I took off my shoes, my feet felt a large relief, I didn't know how much they had been hurting. I then slipped out of my dress as well. I then opened my bag. Inside was an ultra short little black shiny vinyl dress, a lace up black corset, another pair of back seamed nude to waist panty hose, and a pair of 6" black heels with padlocks on the sides. I dressed as quickly as I could in the limo. James then unlocked the padlocks, and placed the shoes on my feet, and relocked the padlocks. He handed to keys to Michelle. James and Darren were both now dressed in black leather pants, with skin tight shirts on, and Stephanie had donned a string leather top, short leather skirt, and a pair of thigh-hi boots. We pulled into a parking lot with a lot of cars, and drove to the rear of the building. As we got out of the car we went to the rear of the car where once again the trunk was opened. A collar was taken out of the trunk and placed around my neck. There were three leashes placed on the collar and all three led me into the BDSM club, as I was now a slave to all three. Needless to say it was a hard evening, that lasted into the early morning, it was after 4:00 AM before we headed home. While there I was subjected to things I had never dreamed or thought about. In some ways the hardest part of the evening was standing outside in the back talking to other guests of the club with my hands handcuffed behind my back, standing in these high heels, and my leash tied to a post. The cold wind kept getting colder and colder on my legs, and there was nothing I could do about it. On the way home, the leashes were removed from my collar, but otherwise I was left as I was. By this time, my feet were on fire, and I was nearly crying. We arrived at the hotel, and Stephanie and I were escorted to our room. Both Darren and James nearly passed out in the car, and so they said we would get together again, but next time, they would let me share a bed with them. Michelle agreed and said she hoped it wouldn't be too long before that happened. As a note, we have been out on dates about once every six weeks, and I have on occasion had to taken one of them in my mouth and letting explode within me, while the other has me from the rear. Let me assure you, it is something I do not enjoy, but what choice do I have. Michael to Michelle in one simple weekend !! - Part 7 As we awoke Sunday, we both got dressed in the business attire we wore on Thursday evening. Michelle explained we were driving to our new house which was now finished and she had signed the contract on. So she was in fact now the owner. It is a huge house, with 5 bedrooms, and an inground pool. It even has a small stable for about 6 horses. We arrived there at about 2:00 PM. As we entered the house I noticed there were plenty of boxes there. Most were wrapped in gift paper, just like Christmas. There were a few however that were not wrapped. Stephanie instructed me to place the unwrapped packages in the car. We walked through the house and Stephanie commented it was going to be a lot of work keeping a house this big up, what with all of the work she was doing. I commented that we would get it done, and if all else failed we could get a maid. Stephanie commented that she thought that was a good idea as well. We drove back to our apartment. By the time we got there it was now about 5:00 PM. As we went through the gate into the apartment complex, I began to feel rather strange. What about all of the neighbors, what if they saw me. What would I say or do. When we got to our building, Stephanie gave me the keys and said I should go unlock the door, and she walked behind me. When we got inside, she said, she just wanted to get a look at my long bear legs going up the sidewalk in front of her. I was relieved that there was no one in the parking lot watching us. So there I stood in our apartment in my little skirt and high heels. It was then Stephanie said I needed to unload the car, just as I was dressed. I did as instructed and had to make numerous trips to the car. A few cars went by as I walked back and forth, and I am sure I got a few stares, but never any comments. Over these months, Stephanie and I have lived totally as two females, and still being husband and wife. We have found a whole new set of friends, and now go out frequently with others. In this time from January 2001 to December 2002 I have worn nothing but ladies clothing, and always a skirt or dress. I have only one pair of pants, and no slacks. Other than tennis shoes or exercise shoes, the lowest pair of heels I have are about 3 1/2". Additionally, I now weigh only 130#, as I have be converted to a vegetarian. The only pants I have are a pair of riding pants, which are a part of my riding outfit. These particular pants are skin tight black, that are worn with a pair of black riding boots, and a very tight fitting sweater. At work, as Stephanie's receptionist, my skirt or dress is always at least 4" above my knees, most are shorter. My shoes of course are always at least 3 1/2" heels, and nearly always sheer nude hose. Stephanie says men love to see plenty of leg. If I do wear a pair of colored hose, they are always patterned, just to arouse the men a little more. The desk I sit at, has a clear glass top, with no front between the pedestals. The way the office is arranged, our guests sit almost directly in front of the desk, so I end up providing plenty of entertainment for our guests. Of course it is also designed, so if I walk out of the reception area, I must walk down a long hallway where everyone gets a good view from the rear. So what does a wife give to her husband, who is living like a woman, for Christmas. Well, as we opened our Christmas gifts, in December 2002, I found the usual gifts. Perfume, shoes, skirts, suits, and tops. Until I got to the last two boxes. But before I tell you about those boxes, I should also tell you I have been taking a strong regiment of hormone supplements. Although I am able to still perform sexually as a male, much of my masculine appearance has softened. So, as I opened my last two gifts, I found a small bikini bathing suit, and a very low-cut, backless evening gown. As I stared at them, Stephanie asked if there was anything wrong. I said, "No, I am just wondering how I am going to wear them, it will look strange with my very small breasts." It was then that I received my final gift. Stephanie handed me an appointment slip for a plastic surgeon. She said it was for my breast implants which were being done the next day, December 26, 2002. So here I sit, I am now a C-cup. Although I still must wear a bra, while I heal, I have already been assured that when Valentines Day comes around, Stephanie, James, Darren and Michelle will be going out, and none of the four of us will be wearing a bra. I can only wonder what will come next.