The Transfer

by Prudence Walker

  

Part 6

  

"YOU WHAT!" were Stephen's first words, after Stephanie told him what she'd revealed to Cathy and Sandra.

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Stephen had been sitting in his fiancée's bedroom after the trip from the airport, when she blurted out that his secret (actually, the pre-swap Stephen's secret) was out.

"Calm down, everything's cool," Stephanie went on, as she explained her reasons.

"I didn't want you to miss out on some of the feelings a bride has at her wedding. After all, I'm getting all the pleasure you would have had, if you'd been the bride. I wanted to share some of those feelings with you. So I had to set things in motion early, to get everything ready in time."

"I'm not going to be wearing a dress am I?" Stephen interrupted, as he blushed bright red at the thought.

"Well I don't want to spoil the surprise, but we won't do anything to embarrass you," Stephanie grinned mischievously.

"Oh oh… I know that look, you have something planned I'm sure." Stephen laughed, beginning to wonder what was in store.

Stephanie narrowly evaded Stephen, as he tried to tickle the truth out of her, by running out to where her mother was baking in the kitchen. Stephen had chased her, laughing like a drain, (letting go full force) he caught her with her mother.

Cathy grinned at the pair, thinking how good they looked together. Stephanie's face was rosy with exertion and her chest was heaving, causing Stephens eyes to fasten greedily on the sight.

"I presume Stephanie has mentioned to you that we know your secret?" Cathy enquired calmly. At his nod and blushing face, she went on. "Stephen, it's fine with me, really it is. Keith's been finding out just what you've already discovered. So there's no problem there. I'm glad Stephanie has found someone who likes to express the softer more feminine side of his personality. It takes a strong person to allow that to show without the requisite worrying about his masculinity."

Stephen looked at Cathy with heartfelt thanks, and moved over to hug her. Cathy protested, saying her hands were floury as she tried to return the hug while keeping her hands off his back. Stephen just laughed; saying flour by any other name would taste as sweet.

"Stephen, stop trying to butter me up," Cathy said with a laugh. "You'll get to taste the cookies when everyone else does."

"Okay, Mom," Stephen said, licking his lips.

"Mom, hmm, I like the sound of that." Cathy replied, before releasing Stephen and turning back to her baking. "Remind me to give you an extra cookie later."

"Hey! What about me?" Stephanie complained, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you get one too. Now, shoo before I burn these," her mom said, mock threatening both of them with a spoon.

Stephen realized he had been very cunningly distracted from asking about what they had planned for him at the wedding. Sighing, he debated whether it was easier to just let things happen and trust it wasn't anything too outrageous. He knew that there was a degree of sadness that he would miss most of the pomp and excitement that went with the bride's preparations. Stephanie would experience the joy that might have been 'hers', that of getting to wear a young woman's most elegant gown on the most important day in her life.

Stephen shook off these thoughts. He/she realized that if things had run along without the intervention of the former Stephen, she/he would have been dead and left alone in a dark alley. 'She' was lucky to be alive even as a 'he'. Now, he had a wedding to be part of, with a gorgeous bride on his arm.

"Penny for your thoughts, honey," Stephanie interrupted, breaking Stephen from his internal dialogue.

"Just thinking about the wedding and how lucky we are," Stephen answered, giving her a kiss.

"Hmmm…yes, I agree, Hon," Stephanie said dreamily, when she finally broke for air.

Things started to get steamy and they went off to her bedroom to continue the heavy petting in private. They still hadn't had sex yet, preferring to be traditional and wait till after they were wed. Stephanie felt that this was something worth waiting for, even if the feelings of arousal were hard to resist.

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"Stephen, honey, you look very nice," Sandra gushed, as she greeted him at the airport.

"Thanks, Mom, it's just something I threw on," he replied, laughing at her reaction to the normally female retort.

Stephen was wearing a dark blue suit that showed off his slim build. They hugged; Sandra moved her hand across Stephen's back as if searching for something.

"I see you're not wearing a bra… yet." Sandra said quietly.

"Mom! Please!" Stephen begged.

Stephanie giggled, she had held back at the greeting, giving Stephen his moment, but she did hear Sandra's comment.

Stephen blushed, but said nothing more till they got into the rental car.

"I'm sorry, Mom. It's something I can't control," meaning the crossdressing.

"'Honey, I guess I've always known, but I didn't want to admit it till Stephanie called me. I've been thinking about it, and did some research on your old computer. Lucky for me, I found some sites you'd visited, still in the history log." Sandra confessed.

"Crap," Stephen blurted out, smacking his head.

"Stephen, please, no bad language. Anyway, I'm happy if you're happy and that Stephanie doesn't mind your foible."

"Some foible, Mom," Stephen murmured. "I mean, it's much less offensive than spitting on the sidewalk. It's…" he paused trying to find a word, "out there," he said, taking both hands off the wheel and indicating the wide world.

"Stephen! Watch what your doing, please, I don't want to die in a car wreck just yet," his mom pleaded.

"Well, I hate people who spit on the sidewalk; it's a disgusting habit. What you do doesn't hurt anybody else, so it shouldn't carry the unfair stigma it does," Sandra sighed, and then asked Stephen a question that brought a blush to his face.

"I don't know, Mom, if I can face showing you my femme side…" he finally answered. "Promise not to laugh at me?" he added, after some urging from Stephanie.

"Honey, I wouldn't do that… it's… it's, well, I'd like to see my daughter just once," Sandra confessed. "David would like to see her as well," she went on.

"Dad knows too?" said a shocked and suddenly scared Stephen.

"Of course, dear, I couldn't hide something like this from him; anyway, it's better if it comes out in the open," his mom replied calmly.

"Oh, God, I'm so dead!" Stephen winced.

"Nonsense, you'll see. Your father won't just stop loving you, just because of something you wear.

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"Is this it?" Stephanie asked, as she opened the garment bag Sandra had taken from her huge suitcase.

"That, and this one," Sandra replied, pulling another bag from her luggage.

"Oh, wow, this is excellent," Stephanie gushed, as she ran her hands over the silky material. "Stephen is going to be in heaven," she added, with a grin.

"Plus, I got these under-things for him." Sandra giggled, getting into it.

Stephanie tried to suppress her own giggle as she was handed the delicate under-things destined to be worn by Stephen.

"Oh, double wow," she sighed. "Pity they won't fit me, or I'd be borrowing them," she said wistfully.

"Look at these, then," Sandra smiled, handing Stephanie a matching set in a smaller size.

"Sandra, I love you. Thank you so much for all of this," Stephanie cried, giving Sandra a hug and a kiss. "I have to hide this away from Stephen until the day of the wedding. Won't that be a surprise?" she giggled.

"Indeed, for all of us, I think," Sandra agreed.

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"Okay, stop fiddling with it! It's perfect, I tell you." Stephanie chided… Stephen? No…Eve, not Stephen, at least not while he looked like this. Stephanie finished straightening the hem on the gown the newly christened Eve was wearing. It was a gorgeous concoction of silk and satin in a deep burgundy. The off the shoulder design, showed off her new décolletage (courtesy of the new breast forms) and the pearl necklace around Eve's slender neck. Pearl drop earrings glistened like raindrops from her ears and set off the exquisitely coifed hair, piled atop her head.

Stephen, now Eve, fidgeted with her gloved hands, trying to remove non-existent wrinkles in the gown. Standing with ease in the matching heels, she looked every bit a woman. Only the expression of fear at what was to come next marred the look.

'It was odd how things had turned out,' Eve thought. 'Never the most feminine in her attire (pre-swap), now here she was, a guy, in a dress and looking better as a girl than she did when she was a real girl.' Eve shook her head, wondering at the irony of it.

"Show time," Stephanie announced with a smile of encouragement.

Eve moved out towards the lounge, with Stephanie in tow. Pausing, at the doorway, Eve took a deep breath and entered.

"Oh my…you're beautiful, and that gown…" Sandra couldn't get over how feminine her son looked. "I don't see Stephen at all," she cried out in amazement. "Especially with those," she giggled, pointing at Eve's new artificially enhanced cleavage.

"I agree, Stephen looks so graceful and that gown does wonders. How did you get your waist so small?" Cathy asked. "I'm so jealous, you look better than me in that."

"Um… thanks, Mom. Well, I'm wearing a torture device, otherwise known by the common name 'corset', to get this figure, Mom," Eve explained. "This gown of yours is exquisite, I'm sure you still look great in it, Cathy."

"Hmmm, maybe, but I think I'll need to borrow that torture device of yours to get in it now," Cathy said wryly, looking at her figure.

Keith, who had been absent from the group, entered the room with another man.

"Hello, who's this lovely lady?" Keith asked, moving aside, so the other man could look.

Eve blanched under her makeup on seeing who it was.

"Dad?"

"Huh?" David spluttered, at the appellation coming from this elegant woman. Then, as he looked at her closely, it dawned on him, who it was.

"Stephen, is that you?" he blurted out.

"David, I'd like you to meet our daughter… Eve," Sandra interceded calmly. "Now hug your father, honey," she ordered.

"Eve?…wow, I would never have guessed until you called me dad, honey." David moved forward to hug his 'daughter' where she hung back, afraid of his wrath.

"Hi, Dad, I wasn't expecting you today," Eve said in a soft voice. "Mom wanted to see me in my fem persona. Don't hate me, Daddy," she said as she started to weep.

"Hate you? Who said I would hate you? You're my child. I love you. What's on the outside doesn't matter to me," he said, embracing Eve in his arms.

Eve burst out in tears, feeling a release of all her foolishly built up fears. David held her gently, letting her recover from her emotional outburst. David felt a surge of paternal love burgeoning in his chest as he comforted his child. Never had he felt as close to him as he did right now. It felt nice to be holding his daughter… yes, daughter. He smiled, thinking it was nice to have a daughter, even if it was only on a part time basis. He looked over at Sandra and she came over to his unspoken call, joining in on the hug.

Keith, better prepared this time, went and brought out several bottles of chilled champagne. Stephanie had followed him, bringing out the glasses. Toasts to the bride and groom started a few stifled giggles, which ended up in gales of laughter as they all looked at Eve, the very antithesis of a groom. Eve joined in on the hilarity, realizing they were laughing with her and not at her. Cathy then brought out the food she had prepared earlier. Soon everyone was contentedly filling his or her self with the assorted appetizing dishes.

Cathy whispered jokingly in Keith's ear about him joining Eve in a fashion parade. That had him worried for a moment, until he saw her wink.

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At last, the morning of the wedding dawned. Stephanie, along with Heather and Julia, went off to the hairdressers. Cathy and Sandra had driven them in early for the appointment. Stephanie was ecstatic. This, for her, was a dream come true. She felt like a queen as the girls in the salon worked on her, pampering and fussing over her. Her hair was done in a simple but elegant style that captured and focused on an innocent look. Subtle makeup brought out her best features, and those of the bridesmaids.

As she was sitting under the dryer, Stephanie thought back to the bridal shower with Heather, Julia, and her other school girlfriends. That was some evening, and some of the gifts of lingerie were really sexy. Much giggling and many racy suggestions about them were shared with her as they anticipated her wearing them on her wedding night.

The last few weeks had flown past, with final fittings for both the bride and the bridesmaids. Today was the time for all that work to come to fruition. Both Cathy and Sandra had been busy organizing the reception, ordering the cake, and taking care of a million other small details.

As the girls returned home to start getting dressed, Keith and David gave Stephen, who was over at Koos' (the best man), their clothes. The men had elected to stay there until it was time to leave for the church. Stephen was relieved to see his tux looked the same as the others. He picked up the tux to see underwear was included.

'Oh boy,' he thought. 'This is made of satin,' he mused, as he fingered the soft material. Taking everything into the bathroom for a little privacy, he stripped, and started pulling on the satin panties. As he lifted up the satin vest, which looked more like a camisole, several more items fell out.

Picking them up, he was glad he had the foresight to enter the bathroom alone. 'Imagine what Koos would do if he'd spied these,' Stephen thought with a grin on his face. In his hands, the sexy black suspender belt dangled, along with the 70 denier black stockings. Shrugging, he went along with this kinky plan that his bride had obviously devised.

Putting the suspender belt on, he then rolled the stockings up his legs and attached them to the suspenders. Being 70 denier, he knew that what would show between his trouser cuffs and the shoes would look like socks. 'Cute,' he thought, 'she doesn't want anyone else to know, but me.'

After the camisole was on, he turned his attention to the white shirt…shirt? No, this was a very lightweight blouse, only the collar and the cuffs looked masculine. The buttons were hidden beneath a fold, but the fold was cunningly disguised so that one couldn't tell, at a glance, that it opened on the wrong side for a man. Stephen sighed, trusting in Stephanie not to embarrass him, and he put it on. Looking in the mirror, he could see his arms though the thin material. Fortunately, the front of the blouse looked normal, due to the white cami behind it.

Pulling on the trousers, he noticed immediately that something felt different. The inside was lined with satin from the waistband to the cuffs. The lightweight material used to make up the trousers offset the added weight of the lining. They felt cool and sensuous as his stocking-covered legs slipped inside.

The jacket, too, was lined. It felt comfortable and not too heavy as he shrugged it on. A bow tie completed the very normal looking exterior. Moving to get his shoes on, Stephen was very aware of the pulling of his suspenders as he bent over.

A knock on the door preceded Keith's quiet voice asking him if he was ready. Opening the door, Stephen was aware of Keith's intense scrutiny.

"Did you have any problems? With the accessories?" Keith asked, knowingly. "You did wear everything? Stephanie was most insistent that you did." he added with a rueful grin.

"Yes, I did; and, no, I didn't have a problem with anything," Stephen answered, with a grin of his own. "It feels... very nice," Stephen said, walking past Keith with an exaggerated wiggle.

"I'll bet," Keith muttered under his breath. "You lucky sod."

Keith followed after Stephen, smiling slightly as he felt his own trapped member harden within its silky cocoon. The knowledge that he was wearing a pair of his wife's sexy panties made the perceived danger of exposure all the more delicious.

Ten minutes later, they were on the way to the church. Keith was driving, as he knew the way by heart. Stephen was conscious of the way the trousers were sliding over his stockings and sending shivers of delight that centered on his groin, causing a slight discomfort from his straining organ.

Stephanie was in heaven as Sandra and Cathy fussed over her as the dress went on. Heather and Julia kept up a non-stop stream of compliments at how beautiful she looked. Stephanie felt she could float to the church, despite the weight of the wedding dress with its numerous folds and layers. She felt it was the most sensual garment she had worn or would ever wear. As the final touches were added, before the limousines arrived, she hugged everyone once more. A knock on the door announced the drivers that helped Stephanie into one of the LTD's, and her bridesmaids, Sandra, and Cathy into the other vehicle.

Their car departed first, with Stephanie to follow in a few minutes. Stephanie watched, as she arrived at the church, to see the bridesmaids waiting at the steps. Keith came and opened the door, helping her stand as Julia fussed at getting all the wedding train out of the car. This was the moment, as she stood outside the church waiting for the traditional wedding march to begin. She seemed to glide up the aisle, her arm through Keith's, without moving her feet it seemed.

The ceremony went without a hitch, both repeating their vows while gazing into each other's eyes. Finally, those words, "Man and wife," were uttered by the minister, and then they kissed. Stephanie felt she was going to burst out of her gown with the love she felt for Stephen. Stephen, too, was bursting forth from the bulge in his pants, she noted. As they turned to enter the vestry to sign the registry, she slid her hand down and patted his aroused organ, making sure her dress covered the sight from prying eyes. He blushed and grabbed her hand, raising it to his mouth and kissing it tenderly.

Then it was time for confetti and rice to be thrown as they left the church. Photograph time seemed to take forever, with the single and group shots. Shots with her parents, and his parents, and ones with just the bridesmaids all took time, and Stephanie was glad when it was finally over and they were on their way to the reception. Halfway there, they found themselves in a traffic jam, with bumper-to-bumper traffic at a near stand still. Stephanie fretted at being late, until Stephen got out his cell phone and made a call.

Stephanie grinned as, a few minutes later, a police car with lights and siren going eased up between the parting traffic. It passed them with an officer indicating they tag behind them. Slowly, they started to move as the traffic obligingly parted to allow the car through. Stephanie wondered what thoughts went through the minds of those drivers as the white LTD with the bride inside was escorted past them. They came upon the cause of the hold up, two vehicles smashed together and blocking most of the road.

An officer at the scene waved the police car through and directed the driver of the limousine past the debris from the accident.

Instead of pulling over and allowing them to carry on, the police car sped up allowing the driver to exceed the road speed limit. When they arrived at the restaurant, people came streaming out to see why a police car with its lights flashing, but no siren, was escorting the bride. The officer came over to the car and opened the door. Stephanie laughed when she saw who it was. It was Mike; and he gave Stephanie a kiss and hugged Stephen.

"When I got your call, I had to come personally. Luckily, I was in uniform today," he grinned.

"Will you stay for the reception? We did send you an invite but, when you said you couldn't make it due to duty rosters, we thought we wouldn't see you." Stephanie asked.

"Well, it is true I'm on duty, but I'll give them a call and see what I can arrange."

So it was that, five minutes later, they were escorted into the reception with Mike in his uniform. Some of the guests made jokes that it was a raid. Mike was given a seat and was soon enjoying himself and got into the swing of things. As the night unfolded, Stephanie had rid herself of the veil and train, opting for the practicality of being able to dance without tripping herself up. All through the meal, the toasts, and finally the cutting of the cake, Stephanie and Stephen only had eyes for each other.

Stephen was almost beside himself with the need to release the feelings that had built up over the evening. His hidden feminine underwear was exciting his body or, more correctly, his wedding tackle into a sensual overload. If he were the bride, he too would have something blue on him, and it wouldn't be anything he was wearing. He was glad he had tucked himself backwards in the satin panties, as he was sure it would poke forward out of his trousers like a hood ornament.

Stephanie was feeling the effects of wearing the heavy gown through the meal, eating, and then dancing. Even the lightheadedness of a little too much bubbly, couldn't disguise the need to change into something lighter. Finally, the time came for the newlyweds to depart and, before she left, Stephanie threw the bouquet into the group of women gathered for the climax of the evening. Stephanie grinned as she saw Heather catch it as she left, waving to her friends and family.

Stephen escorted her to a car waiting outside, a new Holden Commodore VX.

"It was my wedding gift from Dad," Stephen explained.

"Wow…" Stephanie gushed, lost for words, as she looked over the iridescent blue paintwork.

"Come on, let's get going, I want to ravish you…" Stephen paused, looking at his watch. "Twenty minutes ago."

Stephanie giggled in anticipation and got in the car, checking out the interior. Stephen started the car, which burbled with the throaty sound of the barely-leashed power from the five-liter V8 engine. They drove away to start their honeymoon by heading for a five star hotel on the west coast. That was just the first stop on a journey north to Rotorua, the hot spring Mecca of the North Island.

After toasting each other with the complimentary bottle of champagne delivered to the honeymoon suite, they faced each other and slowly started to remove their clothes. Stephan helped undo the gown from her body and she sighed wistfully as she reluctantly stepped out of it. It was so pretty for just the one day's use, but she did revel in the freedom she felt as she stood in her under-things. Stephen stood naked, bar the sexy cami and stockings. As he bent to remove them, Stephanie stopped him by pulling him over to the king-size bed and kissing him deeply.

That night was a unique experience for them both, as neither had ever experienced sex as the gender they now possessed, and the sensations of their silky attire rubbing against each other sent them to new heights of passion. Their love for each other grew unchecked and, to a certain extent, their gender changes didn't make much of a difference. Where one used to enter she was now entered, and the passive was now the aggressor. As both knew the erogenous zones of the other intimately, the pleasure they gave each other was coupled with a tenderness that culminated in an unbelievable orgasmic eruption.

For Stephen, the ghosts of his/her past as Stephanie were laid to rest. He knew that, had they been in their original bodies, the degrading acts he had experienced would have forever tainted the sexual act. Now, having a totally different body with it's own unique sensations, he was free of any reminders of his time as an addict and love slave.

Stephanie was also experiencing something that was only in the dreams of her past life. To fully experience a woman's orgasm was a gift she had prayed for all her whole life. Now, she would be able to do the one thing that is truly a miracle: to give the gift of life, and to nurture that life with her body, and bond with it as only a mother can do. This was what she was going to experience as time went on.

As the morning light flowed over the embraced slumbering forms, it showed the discarded clothing scattered about the room. Stephanie pushed her head out of the sheets, where it had been partially covered, and glanced blearily around.

'Oh, God! We're married,' was the first thing that came to her mind.

Looking over at Stephen, still sleeping contentedly, she smiled and gently kissed him before sliding out of bed. She headed for the shower to rid herself of the stickiness from the night's exertions. While she was showering, she jumped as a hand touched her back, sliding down to her ass, as Stephen, naked as a jaybird, stepped into the shower. Needless to say, the hot water was cooling, along with their ardor, by the time they eventually stepped out.

As they started to get dressed, Stephanie told Stephen that he was going to be Eve today; and brought out a stunning outfit for "Eve" to wear.

"But…" protested Stephen half-heartedly.

Stephanie pressed a finger against his lips.

"You're going to be driving most of the day, so you don't need to worry about being found out, not that you will, with what I have bought for you," Stephanie added with a secretive smile. "We don't need to worry about checking out since the room was prepaid. We will just be two women leaving. I can have the luggage taken down to the car beforehand, so don't fret, darling."

Stephanie took a bag from her suitcase and handed it to Stephen, saying she would have breakfast sent up while he changed in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, just as room service left, Eve made her entrance. 'She'… for there was nothing 'he' about the image that stood posed in the doorway… She was beautiful, tall, with long auburn hair reaching past her bare shoulders, some of which was brushing over the breasts that were adhered seamlessly to her chest. A corset hugged her waist, bringing a very feminine contour to her figure. The corset's attached suspenders held up her taupe stockings, which set off her legs with a sexy sheen.

"Wow! You do scrub up well," Stephanie said, grinning at the sight.

"Why, thank you, it was just something I glued on," Eve quipped in response, as she did a slow twirl.

"I hope you like them; they were not cheap. This way you can wear this," Stephanie paused as she brought out a hot looking dress in a deep red colour.

"It's gorgeous, and I see its very low cut," mentioned Eve as she examined it critically.

"Well, now you have the figure to show it off," Stephanie agreed.

Eve struggled to get into the figure-hugging dress. Stephanie finished pulling up the zip for her and spun her round to see the effect.

"I'm jealous," she said, hugging her former body. "You look fantastic. I don't think anyone would guess, in a million years, that you're not a hot, sexy woman."

They embraced and kissed, then broke off and went to eat breakfast. Afterwards, they got ready to leave. Makeup on and accessorized, they had the luggage placed in the car before making their way out.

Eve got a few admiring looks from the bellhop as they exited the hotel. Stephanie grinned, as she watched the confidence of Eve climb. No longer was she trying to blend in. No, now she strutted her stuff, chest out and her head held high. She even smiled and said 'thank you' as her door was opened by the eager bellhop, allowing her to enter the car.

They headed out for the day's drive to their honeymoon destination, some six to seven hours further north. Little did Stephen know that, when Stephanie booked their accommodation at Rotorua, it was under the names of Stephanie and Eve Wallis. Stephanie was determined that Eve was going to be a major part of their lives together. She grinned at the thought of seeing Eve in her new swimsuit. Yes, things would certainly be interesting for the next week.

Their thoughts turned to the future, they continued to turn heads of passing motorists and gas station attendants as they paused for breaks along the way.

Their future seemed assured, with a job and a boat to live on while they waited for the profits from chartering millionaires to pay for a new home. With loving and understanding parents, they considered themselves blessed. The uniqueness of their close bond would give their lives a new, incomparable twist that would ensure that their lives would always be 'interesting', to say the least.

  

The end

  

  

  

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