Donna & Marie                      by Rachel Ann Cooper              ©1998

 

"What’s the matter Don? You were only out there five minutes. You can’t be done already." "You got that right. It’s so cold out there I won’t be able to do that shoveling except in five minute bursts. The stores are sold out of long johns. I never thought it could get this cold here."

"Well, if you are really that cold honey, I think I can help although you may not want to do it." "If it will keep me any warmer, believe me, I’ll DO it. What?" "C’mon into the bedroom and shuck your clothes down to your skivvies, actually maybe all the way would be better." "OK. You’ve really got my curiosity up." Marie went to her lingerie drawer can came up with a pair of spandex panties, heavy opaque tights, a camisole and her own nylon long sleeved thermal top. "You want me to put that stuff on?" "You said you were cold and that you’d do it, remember. Besides, nylon is really warm. You’ll see."

"Alright but why the panties?" "Those shorts would just ride up anyway when you put the tights on. This way your privates will stay warm too." "Ok but why don’t you just put a bra on me and be done with it?" "Would you like that?" "That’s not what I said. I was being facetious. There, I’m done. Now can I put my clothes on?" "Of course. Get back to work. We need that driveway cleared."

So I went back out and was amazed to find that I could now stay out for 15 minutes before I had to come in again. One more pass should do it. When I got back, Marie had hot cocoa waiting and was I ever grateful. I got out of my heavy clothes but the undergarments felt rather nice, so I just left them on. I didn’t even mind my privates being squeezed a little. It reminded me of how nice everything else felt.

"Marie, I hope you don’t mind if I keep your stuff on for awhile. It feels nice on this cold, blustery day." "No, honey, I don’t mind at all. Go ahead and borrow some of my nylon stuff anytime you like. It does feel nice, doesn’t it?" "I never saw the attraction you gals felt for this stuff, but I may be changing my mind. Thanks." Don left my stuff on until bedtime. In fact, he kept the camisole and panties on under his pjs. I ran my hand inside his top and caressed his nylon clad chest and then moved down to find his turgid and restricted member.

"Don, I think wearing my underwear really turns you on. It does, doesn’t it. Confess!" "It must be like crack cocaine Marie. One time and I’m hooked. Yes, I like it. Can you still love a sissy in ladies underwear?" "I’m not a sissy and I wear it!" "That’s different and not if you really enjoy it. Why don’t you get out of those rough old pjs and into a nice long sleeved winter gown. You’ll probably love it and I think I’m getting off on the idea anyway myself."

"Really?" "Yes, really. I’ve never made love with someone wearing slinky stuff either and it’s rather erotic for me fondling you this way." "You’re a good salesman Marie. OK. Where is it?" "Here. Hot pink! . It even compliments your eyes. They look a little bloodshot <giggle>." I took the gown and, holding it the way I’d seen Marie do it, slid it down over my head and body. "Oh, you look darling in it honey and you feel so yummy." It was then that she attacked me and took the role of the aggressor, on top and in charge. There I was, realizing that I was completely dressed for bed as a female and my ‘man’ was doing me.

"That was wonderful, Marie. I never knew you to be so forceful." "Seeing you like this just brings out the animal in me, I guess. You really liked it?" "Oh, yeah." "Well then how about just forgetting about that rough old men’s underwear and sleepwear and join me in some sensual pleasures?" "I think I’d really like that all of a sudden. I’m not turning gay am I? It’s just the clothes." "I know honey. Don’t get up tight about it.

"You wanted to be warm and decided you liked my nylon garments. It’s OK. Really. I love you in them, anything you want." "Well, just underwear for now." "For NOW? You’re not telling me you’d like to dress all the way as a girl, are you?" "That thought had not crossed my mind until you just put it there, thank you very much!" "I said ‘whatever you want’ and that’s what I meant. There’s no lock on my drawers or closet. OK?" "OK. Goodnight Marie. Goodnight Donnie."

A couple weeks later:

*Well, my little hubby seems to really get off on his new undies. He’s wearing them to work and everything. I think I’ll get him some of his own things, some hose and panties and camisoles. He’s wearing my nylon robe. I wonder if he’d like some mules to go with it.

Well, I’ll just get him a pair and leave them in his closet and see.*

The following day, I bought a few things for the new version of my husband. I found a lovely chemise I thought he might like and a teddy and bought that too and put all the things in his drawers. Two days later, when we were getting ready for bed, when he got out of his boy clothes I saw it.

"Honey, you wore your chemise. How do you like it?" "It’s very pretty Marie. Thank you but it makes me feel so...feminine when I’m wearing it. It’s so...slinky and it really feels wonderful against my skin. I’m feeling like I just want to wrap myself in wall to wall nylon all of a sudden. You’re sure my like for lingerie doesn’t bother you?" "I gave it to you silly. Of course it doesn’t bother me. Actually, I think you look cuter in your girl stuff than you do in your boy stuff and you have such a nice round tush."

"I get enough teasing from the girls at work about that Marie. And you can’t seem to keep your hands off it either. Is it really that nice?" "Oh yeah. It is kind of generous for a boy though but I noticed it makes you ...ah...more comfortable when I’m on top. I hope that doesn’t offend you." "No, facts are facts. I’ve always been bottom heavy. That party game that we used to play where you stand away from the wall and put your head against it and try to pull away and the boys can’t do it because their center of gravity is too high? I’ve always been able to do it."

"It figures. That cute figure of yours is one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place, or did I ever tell you that?" "No. And I never thought of this oddly shaped body as ‘cute’ either. I always felt self conscious about being pear shaped. I sure got teased about it enough. They called me little pear."

Your body isn’t oddly shaped. It’s perfect." "Yeah, for a girl maybe."

"Well, I’ve never teased you about it, have I?" "No but then you like my ‘cute’ bod, so you say." "You know Don, from behind in your gown, you really do look like a girl with that full mop of hair. Ever wonder what it would be like to be one or live like one? Hummm? I asked, my voice rising teasingly." "You’re teasing me aren’t you?" "Maybe. I don’t know. I find you strangely attractive in girl’s undies and a gown. The thought did cross my mind about what you’d look like with boobs."

"This is getting a little deep for me Marie. I’m getting confused. Let’s talk about this some other time." "Okay sweetheart." It felt like Marie had planted a seed in rich soil and thrown some fertilizer in for good measure. A week or so went by and I was really enjoying my new slinky, lacy things Marie bought me and then I just couldn’t resist any longer. I sat down and put on one of her garter belts and a pair of hose and slipped into those high heeled mules she bought me.

I knew they were for me because she never puts ANYTHING on my side that isn’t for me. Then I slipped into my chemise that rode mid hip and came down almost to my knees in the middle with three inches of lace all around the bottom. It was really pretty. Damn! I did look cute. I was HOT! With just a little makeup and some boobs, I could probably walk right out in street clothes. I wonder what Marie would think of me like this? Wait a minute. She’s the one who got me the mules. She likes me like this. Well, I’ve always had to swing my arms like a girl because of my hips anyway. I wonder if she has any dresses that I could try. I won’t know until I look and I really don’t think she is going to say a thing about it.

Well, first a bra. Boy, she must be a size or two smaller than me. This is tight. There! Now for some stuffing. That’s IT. Party balloons filled with water. I learned how to double them up when I was in high school. Well, there. No nipples but at least they bounce nice. Now for that print shirtwaist with the raglan sleeves. Holy Moses. It fits. Oh, this is too much for me. I’m going to go have to relieve myself before I explode. How can a little clothing turn me on like this? I’ve been wearing girl stuff for a month now and it never affected me like seeing myself in a dress and heels. Then I just had to go in the bathroom and take care of that raging bulge in my panties. Whew! That was close. I almost exploded without even touching myself. How weird!

Just then, when I was adjusting myself and admiring my reflection:

"Oh, there you are DONNA! I wondered why it was so quiet up here. You usually don’t take so long to change." "I got curious." "Well, you look very sweet in my dress and your heels honey but we need to make some adjustments to your hair, add some earrings and makeup, don’t you think? I mean, if you want to look like a real girl that is." "Marie, what’s with me lately? This just started out with wanting to stay warm while I shoveled snow and now I’d feel deprived if I couldn’t wear my pretty things and thank you for these mules by the way. They are really sexy, pretty and comfortable."

"I noticed that you put on some hose too, Donna. You DO have nice legs for a boy." "You broke the spell, Marie. I almost had forgotten that little detail." "Well Donna, when push comes to shove, it’s not that big a detail, the one in your panties, I mean." "Right now, it isn’t for me either. Would you fix my hair a little and put some color on me? I think I’d like to see this girl that apparently wants to get out in the light." "Sure. Sit."

As she fixed me up I couldn’t help ask, "why are you calling me Donna?" "Honey, the creature I see, the one who has found out that she likes the caress of feminine things and high heels, just cannot have a boy’s name. Whenever you are dressed this way, you are going to be Donna and since you dress this way for bed too, I think I’m going to be calling you Donna a lot from now on. We may need Don from time to time but for the most part, I don’t care if you want to be Donna. Look at that cute face. How do you like the hair?" "It’s nice. Will you teach me what I need to know?" "About being a girl?" "Yes." "Of course. I guess I must be a little ‘bi’ anyway falling for a guy with a bod like yours and that face with makeup on, well, Don just stepped out and we girls just don’t know WHEN he will come back, do we? <giggle>" "As much as we both seem to be getting off on this, he may only be here to shovel snow and take out the garbage Marie."

"You uh, haven’t thought about actually filling that bra with anything but water or plastic have you?" "No. I don’t think I want to actually BE a girl but I do enjoy looking like one if it pleases you." "Oh, it pleases me my Darling Donna. It really does."

I figured Donna just didn’t know WHAT she wanted so I stopped taking my birth control pills and began crushing them up and putting them in her V-8 in the mornings. That was after she began wearing girly undies all the time. I got myself a spermicide instead. It was the only way I could think of short of taking her to a doctor that I could help her come to terms with her emerging femininity. The more I thought about all this, the more I realized that Don had always been just a tad feminine but it had never bothered me and the people at work liked him the way he was.

I say ‘was’ because although it took a rather long time, Donna did indeed begin developing her own breasts. She didn’t know what to make of it but I just went out and got her push ups and pads to accentuate her bosom and after about 8 months, she had her own legitimate "B" cups. That was certainly adequate for a part time girl. Well, a part time MALE really. The only time Don was around anymore was to go to work and Donna was acquiring a very feminine manner about her which, I’m afraid, was with her and him all the time.

My little darling was really looking like a girl in drag lately when she went to work. Oh well. We all make little sacrifices for our beauty. I really enjoyed being with her both in and out of bed but giving her real breasts has cost me the ‘penetrator.’ Well, that’s why we have adult toy stores, isn’t it and as realistic as things have gotten, I may actually enjoy that more than I did Don. I can certainly look forward to a ‘deeper’ enjoyment, if you get my meaning.

"Sweetheart, can we talk?" "Sure Marie." "Well, I was wondering if you would mind undergoing electrolysis to get rid of that beard. It’s so out of place now." "I know Marie. I’ve been getting some very interesting reactions from both the guys and the girls at work lately.

I know I look more like a woman now and I’m just waiting for the hammer to drop. I can’t hide these (hefting her boobs). My lady friends just fawn all over me wanting me to get my ears pierced and come to work ‘dressed’ but I wouldn’t dare."

"Well, what about the beard?" "Sure, why not? I’ve gone this far and when that is done, maybe I just WILL get my ears pierced. What the hell. I can’t look much stranger than I do now. The girls WANT me to come to work in a skirt and heels and the guys, well, one of them actually came up behind me the other day and pinched my butt as if I were a real girl, the chauvinist pig."

By the time a year had gone by, Donna was almost up to a C cup and we were beginning to wonder where she was going to stop. She had taken to wearing a sports bra to work to hold them in some and that made her feel better both physically and mentally. And then it happened.

"Don. Would you come in here please." It was Tom Reynolds, my boss of seven years. He was only a few years older than I was but the sharpest ad man I’d ever seen. "Don, we’ve been noticing certain changes in you for quite a while. Are you doing that transsexual thing?" "Well, not on a conscious level Tom. I mean, Marie and I haven’t even discussed it. Why?"

"Because you are just too damn distracting in those clothes. You look like a feminine dyke. I’m sorry. That was a little harsh, but the fact remains that for the sake of the other account execs and my own sanity, I want you to start coming to work looking like you act, like a GIRL. You’ve certainly got the body for it and your features have become so feminine I can’t believe you’re the same Don we hired." "I guess I’m not, am I?

Alright Tom, Donna can start tomorrow if you like. The other girls have been after me to do this for months but I thought you’d fire me. I really appreciate your kindness and understanding. You’ll still get the same quality work you always have from me, regardless of how I dress." "Did you hear what you just said about ‘the other girls?" "Yes, I heard. I just can’t help thinking that way now."

"I know that Donna. Otherwise those cute buns of yours would already be looking for another job. We’ve gotten used to you however and you do good work, so we want you to stay on but only as a woman. I’ll have payroll and personnel informed of your change in status at once. If you keep up the good work, you’ll be a supervisor yourself in a year or two. Now, get out of here and back to work Donna before I dock your pay. (Snicker) Just kidding. Git!"

"Yes sir boss. Color me gone." I couldn’t get back to my desk fast enough and the three rings it took Marie to answer the phone seemed like an eternity. "Marie, you’ll never believe this. Tom called me in the office and Donna begins work tomorrow. Yes, really. He says that I’m too distracting this way and unless I work as Donna, I’m history. They really like my work. I can’t believe it." "That’s wonderful honey. See you when you get home."

"Considering that you begin work tomorrow as Donna, don’t you think we should go out and get you some business clothes tonight?" "That is a very good idea. Let’s. Just give me about 15 minutes to freshen up and I’ll be right there." On the way to the mall, Marie brought up another piece of this tangled web. "You may be Donna at work, but what about the State. You need a new driver’s license. We need to change a lot of documents." "Oh boy! You’re right. How about we both make a list and compare notes and we can start that. I think you can handle most of it for me though."

We shopped in better stores for outer wear, dresses, skirts, blouses, a couple suits and of course shoes. Lots of shoes. It appears my Donna really likes her pretty 3 and 4 inch heels and she really does have nice legs. Just one pair of sneakers in the bunch.

I got up early the next morning, the first day of the rest of my life, and attended to all the tasks that women are faced with. We all know what they are. "Well, are they going to like me like this or what, Marie?" "Honey, you’re going to knock ‘em dead. How do you feel?" "Scared."

"You’ll get over it. I’ll see you tonight."

Apparently, Tom had told everyone in the office about me over the Intranet. When I walked in and hung up my raincoat and as I was swiveling my way over to the coffee maker, a round of applause went up. I turned around to find everyone standing at their desks smiling and applauding. What could I do? I curtsied like any artist would after a great accomplishment. I got what I was after with that move, a few giggles and some laughter to relieve the tension, mostly my own. Then I walked over to my desk which had been ‘upgraded" to feminine standards with a lace doily under a bud vase and a picture of Marie. Tom even came out and gave me a hug. Then things returned to normal. What a relief.

It was really fun walking around the office hearing the click of my heels on the floor, knowing that I now had the right to walk, talk and act like a woman, according to Tom, the obligation to act as a woman and enjoy all the lush, femininity I could handle. I was definitely unremarkable as a man but as a woman, I was average attractive with a pretty nice body. I think I can live with this, I thought.

When I had to relieve myself, I, without thinking, just entered the ladies.

No one blinked. I had been totally accepted by the women and that day began lunching with them on a regular basis.

"We need to have another little talk, Donna." "Sure. What about?" "About getting you to my gynecologist for an exam and some replacement female hormones." "Yeah, I suppose that’s right. Make the appointment for me will you? Is she ever going to be surprised when I put my feet in those stirrups for an internal." "She’s probably going to ask you when you are going in for the operation. What are you going to tell her? I’m quite curious myself about that one."

"Now that I have become a fact we can’t change, the ‘change’ seems somehow more appealing. I mean, it’s not like what I have between my legs means anything to either one of us anymore, is it?" "Not really. You do miss your orgasms, don’t you?" "Well, I get sensations that feel like orgasms but yes, I know what you mean and judging by the kind you have, and the ability to just keep having them, I’m jealous. Hell, I’ve always been jealous."

"You’ve stuck with me this far. If I become legally female, will you stay with me?" "How could I not. I created you, well, in a manner of speaking. I’m not a mother who would desert her only child. It’s just the next logical step and I get hot just thinking about making it with you afterwards. It will be grand. There are so many ‘toys’ we can try."

"Well, I’ve just begun my first day of my first year of making a living as a woman. That should count for something." "Let me send out a couple search engines tonight and see what I can find in the way of gender clinics. We’ll make an appointment and I’m sure you’ll feel better when you know this all is going somewhere special." "Okay, Marie. I may as well admit it now. I want to be a woman. I’m a transsexual. Wow!"

The following week at the gynecologist’s office:

"Well Doctor, what do you think of my roommate?" "She’s come a long way and she definitely has a female pelvis. It is quite flat and normal for a woman. Good for babies. I want to give you a couple prescriptions. Have you contacted anyone yet about finalizing all this?" "No, not yet." "Well, if it’s all right with Donna and you, I’m tied in with a group that can handle the whole thing. I’ll contact the rest of the team and get back to you by tomorrow." "Wonderful. We’ll be waiting for your call and thank you."

The end.

 

 

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