My present, my future.

the cool wind lifted my skirt up my body as I walked down the street
I wondered if I was doing the right thing.

It all started quite innocent
it was on a cool autumn day, my wife was with her mother
and I was at home watching over the baby
I just checked out if bobby was still asleep when I noticed
some of my wife’s clothes just laying on the bed.

Seeing no harm in it I removed all my clothes
I picked out a matching pantie/bra set and put it on filling the bra along the way.

I picked up some stockings and gently placed them on my legs
I’ve seen my wife doing it a number of times so I wasn't worried
of ruining them.

Next I put on the blouse, a silk floral printed one
I then stepped in the skirt, it was a tight fit but I managed to close the zipper
I stepped in some high heels and again it was a tight fit.

The first thing that strikes me, positively, when i put on the four-inch heels is the immediate sense of height and presence the experience gave me.

But that didn't meant I was ready to walk in them
very carefully I walked to my wife's make-up table
and as good as I could applied some make-up
as I sat there looking at myself I thought, in for a penny
and went the whole nine yards.

I placed some earrings in my ears (clip-on)
some bracelets and rings
combed out my fairly long hair and painted my nails a deep red color.

I started walking through the house doing little things such as,
empty the astray, clear away some dirty cups even watering the plants
but somehow it wasn't enough.

I put on a coat, picked up one of my wife's purse and placed only what
I needed in it.

With a deep breath I walked out the house and closed the door
I had walked for some ten minutes and had past several people
nobody took notice of me.

As I stood before a shop window I saw I had done a very good job
and secretly enjoyed what I had become
right then and there I made my decision
realizing the time as quick as the heels allowed me I walked home.

Without changing I checked the baby, he was still asleep
I walked back down to get myself a drink
one's downstairs I saw her, in the living room was my wife
checking out the living room, she obviously liked what she saw.

I tried to make a quick exit and change back
but before I could react she turned towards me
from the look on her face I couldn't tell if she was mad or pleased
she extended her hand inviting me in the living room.

As we sat down she asked me how long I’ve been doing this
believe it or not I answered since tonight
I told her how after I checked the baby I noticed her clothes on the bed
and one thing led to another, how I ventured into the night
even if that wasn't the right thing to do.

She looked at me for some time not saying a word
I still wasn't sure if she was mad or not
then out of the blue she told me 'you like this don't you'.

I lowered my head and said, I shouldn't but yes I am
how badly do you want it she asked
to tell the truth I answered, I never want to go back to what I used to be.

Again there it was, the silence.

Finally she told me to fetch us some drinks
as I stood up I replied 'yes mistress' and walked off
realizing what I just called my wife gave me a feeling of fear as well as joy.

Some minutes later I returned with two glasses of wine
and without thinking I curtsied as I gave the wine to her
I remained standing before her as to wait for permission to sit down
what seemed like minutes only were a few seconds as my wife looked up
and told me to sit down and again without thinking I replied 'thank you mistress' and sat down.

Unintentionally I lowered my head as she spoke to me
was I really submissive in nature?
I was unaware that I awoken the beast in my wife but,
in the followings days the beast showed itself.

We, or actually me trowed away every piece of male clothing
online my wife or mistress (as I had to call her now) ordered
a large collection of panties, bra's, nightgowns, chemises and stockings
all in my size.

In the dress I started out with we went into town
she took me straight to a fetish shop where I fitted several maids outfits
silk, PVC and even a latex one
with every one I tried on I had to leave the booth and showed mistress
as every one present there how it looked on me
every maids dress was in one form or another locked on me while wearing it.

Eventually she bought several different ones
all of them complete with apron, cap and matching stockings and heels
she also bought some breast forms
She told me these would do for now, for now? I thought.

When finished she ordered me to keep wearing the latex one
it was locked at the wrists, neck and waist
as mistress got the keys I had to comply with her demands
with some help the latex maid outfit was polished like a mirror
a bit humiliated but exited at the same time she took me to a hair salon
where my hair was styled to match my appearance.

There were almost done when the worst thing possible happened
for reasons unknown I got a full blown erection
the sperm shot against the latex dress and from that dripped to the floor
mistress as well as the shop owner were outraged with my actions.

Needles to say mistress had to show her authority and ordered me to lick up the mess I made
when I didn't do it on command she forced my head to the floor
and forced my mouth over the cum soaked spot
I reluctantly but dutifully started licking up my own cum
when I almost was done licking up the salty goo, a foot was placed in front of me
it appeared I missed a spot so I licked her heels clean as well.

In the mean time mistress had made a call and within the hour I was fitted a chastity belt.
The belt forced my balls in my body and my shaft between my legs
not only I couldn't get an erection, I also had to sit to pee.

The benefit (if you could call it that) was because of the belt
my front was now flat and smooth and the dresses come to their justice.

Although I had to adjust my walking due to the constriction of the belt.

Mistress as well as myself were exhausted from the long shopping trip
when we got home I had to pee badly but mistress ordered me to make her a drink
when in the kitchen I couldn't hold it any longer
as my bladder gave in to the pressure I felt my urine running down my legs onto the kitchen floor.

Mistress heard my sounds coming from the kitchen
she decided to see what was wrong when she saw me on my knees
the urine still running down my legs
she decided that since I couldn't hold my urine, like a little girl
she would treat me like one.

I don't know where she got it from but ten minutes later
I was wearing a diaper covered by latex diaper pants
I was humiliated beyond believe when mistress took me to town the next day
the diaper was visible from under the dress
I pleaded with mistress to return home
but mistress was adamant about it.

As we walked the streets a large group of women came over touching my clothes
some lifted the hem of my dress so they had a better view (as did others)
meanwhile mistress chatted happily with them ignoring me completely
I was so ashamed I peed in the diaper
one woman noticed and spoke out loud
'look girls, the little sissy is peeing his diaper'.

To regain some dignity I pulled down my dress, as I watched mistress laugh
I yelled at her 'how could you let this happen'.

Without waiting for an answer I ran off as fast as my heels allowed me,
with tears in my eye's I’d ran as far as I could, until I couldn't anymore.

I ripped of the diaper and then fell on my knees
I realized there was no way to go, I had no keys, no money, no dignity
I was free game to every pervert in the neighborhood.

I hid in the alley until the evening
when I decided to return home a man approached me
I recognized the man as one of my neighbors
I tried to flee, but soon he was standing next to me
he placed his arm around me and asked if I was alright.

I was looking for you ever since you ran of he said in a soft tone
confused I looked at him
I saw everything happen and thought it was cruel what they did to you.

Without waiting for an answer he walked away still holding me, protecting me
when we got to his house I noticed it was opposite to mine.

He guided me inside and escorted me to the guest room
don’t worry he said you’ll be save here
he laid me down on the bed and I fell asleep almost instantly.

When I awoke the next morning I found I wasn't wearing the maids dress anymore
but a fire red neglige
instantly I placed my hand between my legs and found I was still wearing the belt
I noticed it was light and I slept half through the day.

I looked around for something to cover me up with
I noticed the red kimono draped over the chair
I picked it up and put it on, I was now somewhat decent
then a soft knock on the door, enter I said some moments later.

In walked my neighbor holding a tray with sandwiches, a cup of tea
and some other things
he placed the tray on a nearby table and was about to leave
did you, I asked pointing at myself.

Yes he answered, I couldn't let you sleep in that dress
but I didn't take advantage of you
I managed to pick the locks of the dress but not (pointing down)
is it broken I asked him
no no no he answered, if you put the dress on the locks will close.

But, he said as he walked to the closet
why wear that dress if you could pick one of these
he opened the closet and in it hung some of the most beautiful
garments I’ve ever saw.

I asked him to sit down, he did so and we started talking
how did you know I asked and who's clothes are that.

He took my hand and guided me to the master bedroom
one's in side we walked to the window and as I looked through the window I knew
from his window I could look straight into mine
I did, he said, not look intentionally at you
but as I saw you change at first I found it funny
a man in woman’s clothing’s, but then I noticed how committed you seemed
to be to look the part.

When you were fully dressed you reminded me of someone very dear to me
confused I looked at him, what do you mean I asked.

Let me show you he said, he walked away only to return with a picture in his hand
this is what I mean and he showed me the picture.

I looked at the picture, then up to him, I was clearly shocked
when did you take this, I asked him
oh, many years ago when she was still healthy.

Hannah was my first and only love and we married at a fairly young age
a few years after we were married she told me after returning from the doctor
she was terminally ill
the cancer in her brain was eating her alive
with every day passing I could see her disappear from my live
the last few months of her live she was an empty shell.

The rest you know as she died a year ago
I couldn't bring myself to date again as the image of my wife is burned in my brains.

But when I saw you I thought someone was playing tricks on me
and I knew I had to have you, but only out of free will
I know your not a woman but look at your self
except for your breasts you scream woman
if you want to I can make you the woman you ought to be.

I know your still married but I’ll never treat you the way she did
I know it's a bit sudden but will you marry me.

I looked in the mirror and then back at the picture and then
asked him if I could think about it for a while
take your time, he said, there's no pressure.

I stayed with him for a few days, getting to know him a little better
we had conversations until deep in the night we cried and laughed
and within a few days I shared his bed with him
with him being a gentle man all the time
he never took advantage of me, yes we kissed, passionately
I actually had fallen in love with him, and that made my choice easy.

Yes, I told him, I will marry you
but there is one thing I have to do first
so, the next day I walked to my house
since I didn't have any keys I knocked on the door
soon the door opened and we faced each other.

We have to talk I told her as I entered the house
I walked to the couch and sat down
my wife poured us some drinks
as we sat there I was trying to find the right words to tell her
when suddenly she said 'do you love him'.

I didn't believe my ears when she said it
well she asked again
I heard no anger in her voice so I looked at her and told her yes
how did you know I asked her.

You should close the curtains when in private she said
I looked at her again and told her nothing happened
I know she said, and that makes him perfect for you.

Look she continued, it didn't work out the way we planned it
I can't love you and command you at the same time
if your happy with him you've got my blessings
but think of me from time to time, I earned that much
I gave her a big hug and before I left she gave me a purse and a large bag.

In the purse, she said is all you need
and the bag I asked
well, maybe one of you gets kinky from time to time
I gave her a kiss and went home.

Home, what a strange idea, I’m leaving home to get home.

Within a month my wife and I were divorced
my name legally changed, and had my own breasts, a gift from my husband.

Before the wedding I had some changes done to make me more feminine
the wedding itself was awesome, I wore the whitest dress one could find
and my ex wife was my maid of honor, as a joke she actually was dressed as a maid, she wore the latex maids dress
you should have seen the faces of the guests, having a maid as a maid of honor
to make things more interesting we made her wear a diaper with a pretty polka dot diaper panty, in the end I didn't know who was the talk of the day
my wedding or my maid of honor.

But that wasn't all, as we signed the wedding register my ex wife signed
a contract, she was to be our maid, to be at our beck and call.
She has to address us as miss and sir
and no she isn't our slave, at the end of the day she returns home
while on the job she wears a diaper to keep her sharp
nine out of ten times she returns home with a wet diaper
somehow I honestly believe she enjoys wearing the wet diaper
but in the end she earns an honest paycheck
I love commanding and correcting her.

Life is good.

PS. I never had my male member removed, I make love with him as he does with me.

End.