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</tr></tbody></table> <br> </div> <br><br> <pre> <br><br> <font color="blue"> Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. </font> A Chance Encounter
I am a cross dresser. I should say I WAS a cross dresser. Now I am a woman, and having the time of my life! But, I am getting way ahead of myself...
Before I begin my story, a little background information is required. I have been cross dressing since I was a pre-teen. Whenever my Mother went out (and the rest of the family), I would rifle through her closet and try on her dresses. I especially loved the gowns with long, full skirts. I didn't understand why I needed to do this, but I found it so exciting that nothing in the world could stop me. I never once got caught, which was very good, as my parents were not exactly the "liberal" thinking types.
As I got older, my opportunities to cross dress became fewer. I was too timid to go out "en femme", and could not bring myself to buy the clothes I wanted. I was sure that everyone in the store knew my secret. Needless to say, I was very frustrated.
Over time, I became somewhat more at ease with my feminine side and was able to purchase some essentials (lingerie, blouses, sweaters, skirts and slacks). I also bought clothes that were, at best, androgynous. I had some penny loafers, silk shirts (which could pass either way if you didn't notice that the buttons were on the wrong side) and slacks that had side or back zippers. The slacks were a dead give away, but if I wore a shirt or sweater over top, covering the zipper, it would take a discerning eye to notice.
By now, I had figured out that nobody cared what I wore. Unless you are standing in front of someone and talking to them, they never notice your clothes. Most men wouldn't even notice then. So, I started going out dressed "ambiguously". Underneath, I was all woman. I wore panties, a bra, stockings and a teddy. On top, I wore one of my silk blouses over a pair of slacks and my loafers. To the casual observer, nothing was obvious. From the back, I probably looked like a woman, but from the front, my male looks tipped the scale enough for people not to question my clothes.
That brings us to the beginning of my story...
Chapter 1.
I was sitting in a hotel lounge having a daiquiri, dressed in an emerald green, silk blouse and gray slacks. I was by myself, just sort of people watching. The hotel was in the business district and was quite posh. The drinks were expensive, but I never got hassled there, and there were lots of interesting people to "spy" on. The waitress came over and presented me with another drink, which I hadn't ordered. She said it was from a gentleman at the bar, and pointed him out. He looked handsome enough, so I thought "what the hell", and invited him over. Now I must explain that I was not in the habit of picking up men at bars. In fact, I was not in the habit of picking up men at all! I considered myself heterosexual and had had no gay experiences (except in my fantasies).
He came over and introduced himself as Jack. He was very well dressed. An expensive suit that fit him perfectly, his hair and nails were perfectly groomed. He obviously considered appearance important. I invited him to sit down and we started to talk. At first just the usual "get to know you" stuff. He was a designer, never married, liked the theatre, that sort of stuff. We seemed to hit it off, from the start.
Once we got finished with the pleasantries, he complimented me on my outfit. I didn't know what to say. I had never told anyone about my cross dressing, and I wasn't about to start with an almost stranger! He then asked me the question that led to where I am today. "How long have you been cross dressing?" I was speechless! For the first time, someone had seen through my disguise, and called me on it! I took a deep breath... and told him the truth. He listened patiently and asked all the right questions. When I had finished unburdening myself, I felt a great weight lift off my shoulders. I had told someone and they hadn't been revolted or run away screaming!
Jack then asked why I dressed androgynously instead of completely as a woman. I explained that I was afraid of being caught and that I didn't have the resources or expertise to be able to pass openly as a woman. He asked me if I would like to try. Well, I guess you know the answer to that. But, I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Was he talking theory, or was he offering me an opportunity? He cleared that up quickly. He offered to take me to his house, where he had all we would need. His maid was an expert make-up artist and, it turned out, what he designed was woman's clothes.
I was scared, you here stories all the time of weirdoes picking people up in bars, but at the same time, I was dying for the chance. So I agreed. He got out his cell phone and made a few calls, while I went and freshened up. When I returned, we left the bar and headed for the hotel entrance. Waiting for us, was a white, stretch limousine. I was impressed, and
getting less and less nervous. This guy was obviously loaded! Somewhere in my mind that translated into "not a wacko".
He directed the driver to take us home.
Chapter 2.
We talked easily the entire journey. We seemed to connect on so many levels. When we arrived, I realized I had no idea where I was. We had passed through a set of gates and were under a portico of what looked like a very large house. The garden was surrounded by a high wall, softened with hedges and trees. It was very private, and obviously designed to be that way. The chauffeur opened the door for us, and then Jack led me inside. The place was a mansion! The front hallway would hold my whole apartment. Jack explained that the house had ten bedrooms upstairs. The downstairs consisted of living room, library, study, sun room, dining room, theatre and conservatory. As well, there were all the functional areas such as kitchen and pantry. In total, including servants quarters, there were 40 rooms. As well, there was a small guest house and garage/chauffeur's quarters on the property as well. Compared to my three room apartment, this was ... well, I couldn't compare it to my apartment, I didn't know how!
I asked Jack why he had such an enormous place for just himself. He told me that in his profession, status was very important. He had to look prosperous and had to be able to entertain in a style his customers and peers would expect. Besides, he liked the neighborhood, and there weren't any small houses in the area.
He called his maid, Marie, and instructed her on what to do. Marie took me upstairs and gave me the full treatment. First I was bathed in a scented bubble bath, my body was shaved all over, and then she gave me a relaxing massage. This girl was talented. She then, applied her make-up artistry. Believe me, it was art. By the time she was done, I would have defied my own mother to recognize me as a male. I was beautiful! She attached a brunette wig, that framed my face perfectly and fell down my back to below my shoulder blades. Finally, she did my nails.
Now that the make-up was completed, Marie took me to a dressing room, where clothes had already been set out. I was handed pink, silk panties and a matching corselet. The corselet was tight, but gave me a very feminine figure. Marie inserted some very realistic breast forms. Then she handed me silk stockings, that I attached to the garters dangling from the corselet. Next came a full petticoat, with an extremely full skirt.
Last was the dress. It was emerald green, the bodice made of velvet, with the skirt made of raw silk. The long sleeves were puffed at the shoulders, full down past the elbows and then tightly buttoned down to the wrist. A small burst of lace peaked out at each wrist. A large bow adorned the back of the waist. The collar was tight around my neck and, as at the wrists, had a burst of lace. Marie helped me in to a pair of satin pumps that matched the color of the dress exactly. I wasn't that used to heels, so it took me a few minutes to get used to these 3 inch ones.
I felt so feminine! I felt beautiful, happy, calm, excited all at once. I thanked Marie profusely, and gave her a hug. Now it was time to present myself to Jack.
I went down the winding staircase very carefully. I was not used to the heels or the voluminous skirts. I didn't want to trip and fall. I held on to the railing all the way down and eventually made the main floor. Jack was waiting for me in the living room. When I walked in, or should I say floated, he stood up with his mouth hanging open. He quickly recovered, and told me how beautiful I looked. This was starting to go to my head! I could get very used to this!
He took my arm and led me to the dining room, where we had a delicious supper. Apparently, Marie isn't the only talented staff Jack employs. After supper we went for a walk around the grounds and continued talking as if we had known each other all our lives.
Finally, I told him I had to get off my feet, my calves were starting to kill me from wearing the high heels. We went back inside. I was beginning to come down from the high I had been on as I realized the night must soon come to an end. Jack sensed my mood and became quite serious. He started asking questions about how I liked my life and my job (neither was anything to write home about). Finally, he said he had a proposition for me.
He wanted me to move in with him. I told him I wasn't gay, or didn't think I was. He said that was okay. We didn't have to sleep together unless I wanted to. He wanted my companionship and he could give me the things I couldn't give myself. He was offering me the opportunity to live full time as a woman. The services of Marie and all his collections were at my disposal. I could quit my job, since he made more than enough for both of us. This way I could concentrate on perfecting my feminine persona.
Talk about your tough decisions! Leave a crummy job, small apartment and lonely life, to move into a mansion with servants beautiful clothes and constant companionship! It took me maybe... 3 seconds to decide.
Chapter 3
The next day I gave my notice, gave up my apartment, cancelled all the utilities and put in change of address cards for the magazines I subscribed to. I phoned a few friends and told them I was moving to Europe. None of them were so close that I wanted them to be included in my new life, so I burned a few bridges. That was the last time I ever wore men's clothes!
My parents were dead and I had no other family, so that part was easy.
When Jack got home at noon, I was already back "en femme". He said he had made an appointment with a lawyer to get my name legally changed, and asked me what I wanted to be called. "George" wouldn't do! I decided on Veronica. It had always been a name I liked, and Jack liked it to. He said the lawyer would take care of getting my birth certificate, driver's license, etc. moved over to the new name. Then he asked if I had considered hormone therapy. I had, in my fantasies, but never as a practical option. One, they are expensive and two, for someone who spends most of their time as a man, the results can be hard to hide. My new circumstances changed all that. Jack made a few calls and got me an appointment with a doctor who was, according to Jack's sources, the top man in the field. Jack must have a lot of pull, because we got an appointment for the next day. Every time I call for an appointment with a specialist, it takes months!
We met with the lawyer, who was very understanding. He said the paperwork would take about a week. Since I was going to be undergoing hormone therapy, he would get me an identity card which would protect me from any cops who got suspicious. Apparently, you can get arrested for cross dressing in some places, but if you can prove you are under the care of a doctor, you are all right.
The next day we went to the doctor. He gave me a full exam and asked a lot of questions. He wanted to satisfy himself that this was the right course for me. By the time I had finished answering everything, I had also convinced myself that what I was doing was exactly the right move.
He gave me some shots as well as some pills to take and made appointments for me, twice a week for the next 6 months. He went over the changes I could expect and some of the possible side effects. All in all, he did a very thorough job. No wonder he was considered the best. I felt very comfortable with my decisions and with putting my life in his hands.
When we got home, Jack presented me with a small box and told me to open it. Inside was an emerald necklace and matching earrings. My ears weren't pierced, so I couldn't try them on, but the necklace was gorgeous! I had my ears pierced the next day.
Jack worked very hard, and quite often, long hours. He was especially busy leading up to his shows. This gave me time to grow into my new role. Marie helped me to learn what I need to know. How to walk, talk, sit, stand, co-ordinate my outfits, etc.. The months flew by. By the time my six months of doctor's appointments was completed, my breasts had grown to a 34B, my hips had rounded, my skin was softer and smoother. I had had electrolysis, to remove my body and facial hair. I truly looked and felt like a woman. I had gone through some tough times, emotionally, as the hormones did their job, but that seemed to be over. Emotionally, I wasn't the same person I had been six months before, but I didn't want to be. If I was going to be a woman, then I needed to react, emotionally, like a woman as well.
At the last appointment with the doctor, he taught me how to self inject and gave me prescriptions for the medications I needed. He then asked about surgery. I hadn't considered this, so I wasn't prepared for the question. We discussed all the possibilities and I told him I would talk it over with Jack.
You may have noticed that I have carefully omitted anything to do with Jack and I sleeping together. That's because we didn't, at least not for the first couple of months. Inevitably, we grew closer over time and fell in love. How could I not fall for a warm, sensitive guy like Jack. We started by just holding hands on our nightly walks around the grounds. This led to good night kisses and hugs. Eventually, we were making out under the oak tree in the yard, on the couch, or anywhere else we happened to be when the urge struck. By this time I was feeling more and more like a woman. My relationship with Jack seemed natural. Though, technically it was homosexual, to us it didn't feel that way. He was a man and I was a woman. End of discussion. Well, almost. We still had to deal with incompatible plumbing. So, we settled for oral sex for a long time. When I mentioned the doctor's questions about surgery, Jack perked up. We discussed it for hours, no days, before coming to a decision.</P>
Chapter 4.
The first step was to have my testicles removed. This would eliminate the production of testosterone and would reduce the amount of hormones I would have to take. To have full sex reassignment surgery, I would have to complete the full waiting period and go through psychiatric assessment. This was going to take about a year more. Meanwhile, without my testicles, I found life much more comfortable. I could now cross my legs properly without discomfort and found it much easier to tuck the rest away. More
importantly, it made me feel more like a woman. I knew I was on my way and felt great about it.
By now, Jack and I were deeply in love. Every time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. When he looked at me, I could see the love in his eyes. He constantly told me how much he loved me and noticed every little change I made to my appearance. I was still working hard at learning to be a woman. It's one thing to dress in woman's clothes and wear some make-up, but to actually BE a woman requires much more. You have to change your voice, the way you talk, the way you walk, your hand gestures, etc.. I had been reading women's magazines for years, so that helped, but I still caught myself using male mannerisms or phrases, occasionally.
The psychiatric assessment went well. I was scheduled to be eligible in eight more months! I couldn't wait and neither could Jack. No one but Jack and Marie knew I wasn't a woman (except, of course the doctor's and nurses) and we wanted to keep it that way.
For appearance sake, Jack had me listed as his personal assistant. He paid me a salary, but I never needed the money. I always accompanied him when he went to parties or other industry events. He treated me like his date, not his assistant, so word quickly got a round that we were an item.
I felt like I was in a dream. I got to wear the most beautiful clothes, from a famous designer (I was his clothes horse). I met all sorts of famous and interesting people. I lived in a beautiful house with servants at my beck and call. Went to the theatre and concerts. I was never bored, there was no time. But... it wasn't a dream, it was my life!
Chapter 5.
Then it got better... Jack asked me to marry him. It took me all of about half a second to say yes. We decided the wedding should take place after my surgery, so we planned to have it in a year. This would give me time to recover and time to plan the wedding properly. Jack wanted a big wedding, with all his friends in and out of the business.
I had no friends of my own, at this point, so we had to plan the seating arrangements in a non-traditional way. Jack and I came up with a list of 500 people we wanted at the wedding. To do this we had to book a fairly large church and a big reception hall. Given Jack's contacts, this didn't prove to be a problem. You can get anything for a price.
Jack didn't design wedding gowns, so he suggested a few friends in the business that I should talk to. Also, Jack was very traditional. He didn't want to see the dress until I walked down the isle. So Marie and I went dress shopping. We spent a full day just browsing the bridal boutiques. I wanted to get an idea of what I liked before I went to see Jack's designer friends. These guys can be quite forceful in their opinions, especially if you look like you don't know what you want.
The next day, I made appointments to see three designers, over the next week. I wanted to spread things out, so I didn't get overwhelmed. I made a list of what I liked:
Long, full sleeves High Collar of lace Full skirt, floor length Veil, with blusher Long train Large bow at back of waist
My appointments went well. Each of the designers listened carefully to what I had to say and made some suggestions. They then presented some of their current designs for me to look at. These were for reference purposes only, as they intended to design the dress custom for me. I spent a couple of hours with each one going over what I liked and what I didn't like as well as having all my measurements taken. By the end of the week, I was exhausted and confused. There were so many decisions to make. But I had two weeks to recover before the designers would start presented sketches of what they had come up with. I took full advantage of the time, by worrying about other things. We had caterers to hire, flowers to order, a band to select and all the other things that go into a successful wedding. Marie and I were run off our feet.
True to their word, each designer came back with sketches two weeks later. Each had done about a dozen sketches for me to look through. I was able to reject about half of them quickly, but that left me with 18 possibilities to choose from. I desperately wanted Jack's help, but he would have nothing to do with it. As I said, he was old fashioned, in that regard. So I used my list and got ruthless. I managed to get the list down to 4 dresses. One designer was out, so that made it a bit easier. I made careful notes on each dress. What I liked, what I didn't like, what I wasn't sure about. I discussed my notes with each designer and they went back to the drawing board, literally. A week later I had 4 more sketches to look at. It was getting even tougher to decide. In a lot of ways, the dresses looked alike. The differences were subtle, but noticeable. I finally chose one, but wished I could have taken them all. They were all gorgeous!
I had become quite chummy with some of the woman Jack knew and asked them to be my bride's maids. We went to the designer and discussed dresses for them. I didn't want the usual dresses that get worn once and then thrown in the back of the cupboard, never to be seen again. I wanted them
to feel as happy with their gowns as I was with mine. It took a long time and much negotiating to come up with a design that all four woman could agree on and that met my criteria as well. That designer really earned his money that day.
Chapter 6.
I picked up the phone one day to find that it was the hospital wanting to schedule my surgery for the next week. The eight months had passed without my noticing (probably a good thing). The day had finally come, I was going to be a complete woman. I phoned Jack at the office and gave him the good news. He took the rest of the day off and we celebrated.
One week later I had my surgery. Everything went well. I was out of the hospital in week. They don't keep you for very long any more! I was sore, weak and tired, but extremely happy. My body now matched who I was. Jack and Marie pampered me during my recovery (more than usual), to the point that I had to insist that they let me do some things myself. I was going stir crazy. I had gone from being so busy planning the wedding, to not being allowed to do anything, in a matter of a couple of weeks. This lying around, doing nothing is no fun.
Eventually, they backed off and I got back to work planning the wedding. We only had three months to go and there was still lots to do. The invitations had to be sent out, seating arranged for the reception, decorations for both the church and the hall decided upon. I never realized what a big production a wedding can be. Once again Marie and I were run off our feet.
A month before the wedding, I started going for fittings for the dress. I had lost some weight since my measurements were first taken and my body shape had changed some more due to the hormones (and surgery). That's why you go for fittings, right? The dress was going to be wonderful. It had turned out exactly how the designer had sketched it. He had done a fabulous job!
The bride's maids had their fittings as well and Jack and his best man and ushers had to be fitted for their tuxes as well. Trying to get a man to go for a fitting is like pulling teeth! You think that Jack, a man in the business, wouldn't be a problem, but he was the worst. He always tried to find some excuse for not going, but eventually I got him there.
Finally the big day arrived. Everything went according to plan. Well almost everything. I was a bit late (isn't every bride), Jack was really nervous (isn't every groom) and flubbed some of his lines. But all in all, it was a dream day. The reception was a blast. Everyone had such a good
time that Jack and I were reluctant to leave the party, but eventually we did. We honeymooned in the Caribbean for two weeks. The weather was fantastic, or so I'm told. We didn't get out much (guess why). Then it was back to reality.
Only thing is... my reality is the best dream I ever had.</P> The End. </pre></body></html>

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