My girlfriend thought it would be interesting to buy me a special Valentine’s Day gift. She had ordered me a workout outfit online. She told me that she had ordered me the perfect outfit for me and that it would be here the next day.
My girlfriend always told me that I would have a beautiful woman’s body shape if I worked out. I thought she was full of it. When I got the gift thru the mail, I realized that they were women’s clothes and pointed it out to her. I was complaining that I needed to get in shape as I was beginning to develop a little bit of a stomach. I suppose that I should tell you that I had been growing my hair out as she asked me to. It was long enough to reach the middle of my back and she had dyed it blonde. She then asked me to just try them on that way I would see what she had been telling me. I really didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I asked her if she was sure I could pass a woman. She shook her head yes and grinned like she never had before.
She led me to the bedroom we share and began to help me undress from my male clothes. She then gave me a pair of her thongs to put on. She explained that my male underwear would show lines and that is not what I would want. She then assisted me with the tight spandex shorts and sports bra. She said that if I was completely shaved, I would really see it more easily. She begged me to allow her to shave me until I finally allowed her to shave everything below my eyebrows.
She had told me to close my eyes until she told me to open them. I felt her apply a hot sticky substance to both of my eyebrows and then place cloth above and below my eyebrows then ripping them off. It hurt like hell and burned for a few minutes afterward. She then smoothed a cooling lotion all over my body that had a distinct floral scent to it. She then began to use her hair straightener on my hair as it was a little damp. She claimed it would seal in any moisture from the oil treatment that had followed her dying my hair.
She led me back to our bedroom and sat me at her vanity facing away from the mirror. I still had my eyes closed as she had not told me to open them yet. She worked on me like that for twenty minutes before she had me stand up. I felt her lift one leg at a time sliding the satin thong back up and tucking my clit as she said between my legs. She then repeated the process with the shorts and sports bra pulling my hair into a high ponytail. When she finally let me open my eyes, I saw a blonde version of her looking in the mirror. I openly told her that she had a new girlfriend if that was what she wanted. I had the biggest smile on my face.
“Are you admitting to me a desire to live like a girl from now on?” she asked. “Yes, and I feel like being called by a girl’s name from now on. Please help me pick out my new name” was my reply. We decided on the name of Desiray as a play on desire. It was a breakthrough moment for both of us. That was the moment we also decided to further make me look girly.
She then had me sit down at the kitchen table where she proceeded to give me long nail tips and apply acrylic to each nail. After she had shaped and filed them into long square tip nails and began to paint them to look identical to hers. It took her another hour to finish them. By this time, the fake boobs were securely glued to my body and had warmed to my body temperature. She then said that we were heading to her women-only gym and that we were going to work out. I was sweaty afterward and she gave me her phone to take a picture of how I looked. She actually had made it to where I had to go use a women’s changing stall that had a mirror in it.
When we got home, she kissed me with more passion than she ever had. I asked her what was going on and she told me that she actually was a lesbian. I asked her why she had started dating me and had asked me to move in with her. She told me that she had seen that I would make a beautiful girlfriend and hopefully a future wife. As I was unemployed, and no family to speak of, she hoped that I would allow her to make me into her living wet dream.
I was shocked at her blunt admission of her desire to make me a complete female at first. I told her that I needed time to process this information, and she set a bottle of estrogen pills on the table. She told me that there were three pills in the bottle if I accepted her proposal. She then said that if I did I needed to take two of them in front of her so she would know my answer. I went to the bathroom and took a long soak in the tub full of bubble bath. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I indeed loved her and would stop at nothing to prove it to her. I walked through our house with a towel wrapped around my armpits and one with my hair twisted above my head like a woman usually does. I grabbed the pills, I walked to where she was, and placed them under my tongue where they would dissolve. She jumped up and grabbed my left hand as she slid a diamond engagement ring on my finger.
She then led me to our bedroom and proceeded to make out and tell me that I had made her the happiest she had ever been. I let her slide a strap-on dildo in my ruby red-lipsticked mouth. She then pulled my shorts and thong down just far enough to expose my ass pussy as she called it. She then squirted lube up inside of my hole and on the spit-covered dildo. She slowly began to ease it inside me little bit by little bit until I was fully impaled and accustomed to the feeling of it. My oversized clit was straining against the spandex and satin prison on my legs. She then began to thrust slowly back and forth causing me to moan like the bitch in heat I was becoming. We both had the biggest orgasm after twenty minutes of her taking my virginity. She asked me if I wanted to change my panties or be her dirty cum fiancee. I pulled up my shorts and thong and collapsed on the bed from sexual exhaustion.
As I slept, she went and bought me a complete closet’s worth of women’s clothes. I woke up dressed in satin floor-length nightgown and the first thing I found was that I had nothing but dresses, skirts, blouses, high heels, and no male clothes at all were to be found. My fiancée must have spent over 5000 dollars on my new clothes. I brushed my hair and noticed that hanging on the back of our bedroom door was an LBD and a note asking me to wear it before leaving the room.
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, she handed me a flute of champagne to celebrate my engagement/coming-out party. She had a pink bodycon dress on and took a picture of it before we went out to dinner.
When we got home, she helped me by unzipping my dress and had me unzip hers. She then went to the walk-in closet where she tossed me a sexy see-thru negligée that was lace and matched my high heels. She came out in a matching pink negligée and high heels. She then led me to our St Andrews cross that I had never seen in our guest room. She securely fastened me to it. She used her training as a nurse to hook me up to an iv machine. She slid the tubing into a large bag of fluids and made sure that I could see that they were liquid estrogen. She told me that I was going to disappear from the public for at least six months and that I would be on estrogen drips for the entire time. She then inserted a catheter into my urinary tract so I could relieve my bladder. She also said that it would make me lose weight so I would be the ideal hourglass shape and too weak to fight a fly.
Six months of her estrogen treatments, my clit was almost the size of a dime and useless as a man. My breasts were big enough that I was in a 40C push-up bra and my nipples were super sensitive. My hair was also now down to my very feminine and squishy ass. I was also so used to wearing high heels that I could not wear any type of shoe that was flat.
It was then that her boss, a surgeon, came in and told me that I was scheduled for bottom surgery in a few weeks. Her boss was a smoking hot Columbian woman who had the body of a model. She explained that I was going to be the human test to see if they could successfully transplant all of the reproductive organs from a cis woman into a transgender one. If it was successful, they were hoping to have me carry an embryo that they had incubated for this exact reason.
It turned out that the transplant was successful, and after I was completely healed from the surgery, they artificially attached the embryo to my new womb. Three months later, I began to experience the hell of morning sickness and weird food cravings. I was in hell, and at the same time completely happy to be having our first child together.
