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 Rebecca



   Hi, I'm Rebecca.  I have been Rebecca for about 4 years now.  I used to
be Martin.  This is the story of how I was transformed from one to the
other.





   I spent the first 25 years of my life as Martin.  During this time I
grew up in a small city, went to school, went out on dates, played sports,
etc..  Just like any normal boy.  At least, until I was 13.  Around that
time, while hormones were coursing through my body, something changed.  I
walked into my sister's room one day, to grab something out of her closet.
While reaching behind her clothes to get a box, my face brushed up against
one of her sweaters.  It was like a lightning bolt had struck me.  I was
immediately aroused.  I didn't know what to do.  I completely forgot what I
was looking for and just stood there staring at the sweater.  My emotions
were doing cart wheels.  On the one hand, I was extremely embarrassed by
the whole thing, but inexorably drawn to the sweater.  It was a pink angora
cardigan that was incredibly fluffy and soft.  I stood there stroking it
for about fifteen minutes before I heard someone coming up the stairs.  I
quickly left my sister's room and retreated to the safety of my own room.





   Over the next couple of weeks, I had a difficult time concentrating on
anything.  All I could think about was that sweater.





   Then, one weekend, my parents went out of town, taking my sister with
them.  I stayed behind to get a project finished for school.  This gave me
the house to myself for the whole weekend.  Now most boys would have
thought "PARTY", but all I could think about was that sweater.





   I whipped through the project so I could get it out of the way.  Then I
went into my sister's room.  I retrieved the sweater and tried it on. 
Though it felt good, there was something just not right.  I decided that I
needed to remove my shirt and have the sweater against my skin.  This felt
much better.  Then I looked in the mirror and saw how ridiculous I looked.
Jeans and running shoes just weren't the right things to wear with this
sweater.  The sweater had a matching vest and skirt, so I got those out as
well.  I don't know why, but I knew I couldn't wear this outfit with the
underwear I had on, so I changed into some panties from my sister's
drawers. I found some white stockings in the drawer, so I put those on as
well.  With the underwear complete, I donned the vest, skirt and cardigan.
I looked at my self again in the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. 
Except for my face, I looked like a young girl!  My hair was shoulder
length, so it could pass for a girl's as well.





   I was hooked, I had officially become a cross dresser.  The next few
years were spent furtively trying to find opportunities to try on either my
sister's or mother's clothes.  When I finally left home to go to college,
things became more difficult.  It's hard to find opportunities to cross
dress when you are in a men's dormitory.  I got involved with the drama
club, so i would have access to the costumes.  Whenever a role came up that
required a man to masquerade as a woman, I was quick to volunteer.  Most of
these roles were comedies that called for the man to look ridiculous as a
woman.  These were not my favorites.  Occasionally, a role would come
around where the man had to pass as a woman for most of the play.  These
ones I loved.  I always got rave reviews for these roles and the troupe
came to count on me for them.





   Once college was over, I signed on with a local community theater.  My
credentials from my college acting had preceded me, so I was quickly
accepted into this new troupe and managed to get many cross dressing roles.
This is where I met my wife.  She was in charge of marketing for the
theater, so I didn't see a lot of her, but occasionally she wanted a
picture or something.  On these occasions, it was obvious that there was
something connecting us.  We seemed to know what each other was thinking
and we made each other laugh.  We soon started dating and fell in love.





   I didn't tell her about my cross dressing.  She knew I cross dressed for
some of the plays, but assumed, like everyone else, that was just the
requirements of the roles.  I am sure there were a few that suspected,
since I always sought out these roles, but Linda was not one of them.





   As with most cross dressers, my reason for not telling her was simple;
Fear.  I was sure that if I told her, she would not have anything to do
with me, and worse still, probably tell everyone she knew about it.





   We were married for 3 years before she found out.  She came home one
day, unexpectedly, and caught me dressed.  She stood there with her mouth
open, just staring at me.  I felt like the proverbial deer in the
headlights.  I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.  Finally, I
started stammering with some lame explanation, but she wasn't buying it. 
she turned around and walked out of the room.  She went to our bedroom and
slammed the door, yelling at me not to come in.  I didn't know what to do.





   After changing back into my "normal" clothes, I wandered around the
house aimlessly, trying to figure out what I should do.  After a couple of
hours, the bedroom door opened and called for me.  Not knowing what was
going to happen, I went upstairs to her.  She told me to sit down as she
paced the room.  She started interrogating me.  "How long had I been cross
dressing?  Where did I get the clothes?  Did anyone else know?" Once we had
gotten through all of that, she sat down facing me and asked the one
question I couldn't answer.  "Why didn't I trust her enough to tell her?" I
explained that I was afraid she would leave me, if she knew, but that just
validated her feeling that I didn't trust her.  What could I say?  I sat
there for a while, just staring at my feet.  Finally, I got enough courage
to ask her what was going to happen now.  She sighed and said "I don't
know. You have hurt me deeply, so I am going to have to think about this
for a while.  I think I am going to go away for a week and think about it"
With that, she packed a bag and left.





   I was never so scared in my life.  I truly loved Linda and couldn't
imagine life without her.  That was the longest week of my life.  I
couldn't eat, or sleep or concentrate on anything.  Luckily, I didn't have
anything pressing at work, because I wasn't able to get much of anything
done.  By the end of the week, I looked horrible.  I had huge bags under my
eyes, I had lost a lot of weight, and my complexion was pasty.





   Linda finally returned home on Friday night.  Needless to say, I was
nervous.  My whole life balanced on what she had decided.  She suggested we
sit down in the living room, so that's where we went.  I sat on the edge of
the couch, not sure whether I could stay sitting for very long.  It seemed
that Linda was nervous as well, She sat on the edge of a chair, in front of
me.





   She let out a long breath and said "I have spent a lot of time over the
last week, trying to make sense of this whole thing.  First, I want to know
if there are any other secrets you are keeping?" I shook my head and told
her there weren't any.  She then asked "Do you want to become a girl or
just dress like one?" This was a tougher one to answer.  In my fantasies, I
am always a girl, at least by the end, but I had never given any real
thought about changing sex.  So I wasn't a transsexual, at least not in the
way I understood it.  I didn't feel like I was trapped in the wrong body,
as I have heard some transsexuals describe it.  I just felt wonderful when
I dressed like a girl.  I told Linda all of this, to which she shook her
head and said "Ok...  Do you still love me?" I nodded my head emphatically
and responded with "Yes, oh God yes.  I couldn't live without you!"





   Linda asked "Would you like to try cross dressing all the time for a
while to see what it's like?" I gave this some thought and said "I'm not
sure how I could do this, my boss wouldn't understand, so I would probably
lose my job, and what would our friends think?" Linda got up and came over
to sit beside me.  She took my hands, which were shaking, in hers and said
"I haven't been exactly truthful with you either.  I haven't told you about
my inheritance.  When my Grandfather passed away last year, he left me half
of his estate.  As you know, he lived in Switzerland, what you don't know
is that he was the head of a major bank there.  I didn't tell you about
this, because his will stipulated that my portion of the estate be held in
trust until I was 35, but my cousin's half wasn't.  I knew that would get
you upset, so I decided to hold off telling you until my 35th birthday
rolled around.  Given our changing circumstances, I decided that I couldn't
wait the 6 months 'til my birthday to tell you.  So that will take care of
the money issue.  As for our friends, there is no one here that we are that
close to, so I thought maybe we could move to Europe and start fresh.  How
does that sound?"





   "Exactly how much did you Grandfather leave you?" "About 45 million" she
responded.  My jaw dropped.  "you've got to be kidding" I blurted out, "45
million DOLLARS".  "Yes" she said.  "Not bad huh?  Actually, it may be
more. That was how much it was when it went into the trust account.  I
haven't seen an updated portfolio statement.  I have the name of the trust
agent, so we should give him a call and find out what the current figure is
and what we have to do to get it when I turn 35."





   I didn't know what to say.  My mind was reeling.  Finally, it occurred
to me what Linda had offered.  She wanted to give me the chance to live
cross dressed all the time.  This wasn't going to be simple, there were
lots of things to plan, and I didn't know where to start.  Just to be sure,
I asked "So...  you are ok with me cross dressing all the time?" She said
"Yes, I know you can do it well.  I have seen you dressed as a woman many
times in the roles you play at the theater.  I had always thought there was
something not quite right, but now I know what it is.  You always look
happier when you are "dressed" and I want you to be happy, because i love
you very much".





   The next couple of days were a whirlwind of activity.  Before we could
do anything, we had to come up with a plan.  We had to figure out when I
should quit my job, what we were going to tell friends and co-workers about
leaving to go to Europe, where we were going to live in Europe and so on,
and so on.





   It took about a week to get our plans finalized.  We decided to live in
Switzerland, since Linda, through her Grandfather, had standing there and
was able to get landed immigrant status for both of us.  We decided I
should quit my job 3 months before leaving so I could take care of all the
stuff we had to get ready for the move.  We put our house on the market
right away and had it sold in about 2 weeks.





   The trickiest part was getting me a wardrobe.  I needed to buy all sorts
of woman's clothing, but to do this, I needed to look like a woman.  We
decided to make "field trips" on the weekends.  We would go to a town
within driving distance, that we had never been to before, to do the
shopping.  Between what Linda was able to pick up herself (mostly
underwear) and a few of the pieces I already had, we were able to fashion
me a wardrobe for these shopping sprees.  I purchased a wig over the
internet, as well as a pair of walking shoes, so, with some carefully
applied make-up, I would have no trouble passing.  We always started these
forays on Friday night.  I would come home from work and immediately start
getting ready.  This involved shaving everywhere, applying make-up, with
false eye-lashes and fake nails and changing into feminine under garments.
I would try on what I was going to wear, including the wig, to make sure
everything looked alright.  Then I would take off the wig and clothes and
put on some jeans and a sweatshirt.  This way, our neighbors wouldn't
notice anything different in the dark of night.  Once we reached open
country, I would put on the wig.  We would find a rest stop that wasn't
crowded (pretty easy to do at night) and I would change to my woman's
clothing.  This usually consisted of a skirt and blouse set with a cardigan
if it was cold and a pair of high heels to match.  My years of experience
in theater, had honed my skills at making myself up, so that by the time I
was dressed, it was very difficult to tell I wasn't a woman.





   When we got to our destination, we would check in to a motel as sisters.
The rest of the weekend I would spend dressed as a woman, while we went
shopping.  The posing as sisters part helped a lot since no one thought
anything of "my sister" making suggestions about what I should get.  We had
a blast.  I felt closer then ever to Linda during our weekend jaunts, and
she felt the same.





   You know how they say "time flies when you're having fun"?  Well it sure
did.  Before we knew it, it was time for me to quit my job.  That was
easier than I thought.  Everyone was sad to see me go, but were excited for
me about moving to Switzerland.  I told them I had gotten a new job working
for Linda's Grandfather.





   Getting identity papers for Switzerland was considerably easier than I
thought.  Switzerland is far more tolerant of things like cross dressing,
so I was able to get papers with my photograph as a woman and using my new
name; Rebecca.





   Linda flew to Switzerland a week after her birthday to finalize the
transfer of funds to her control.  the amount had ballooned to 75 million
by that time.  It was mostly in stocks with some bonds.  She decided to
sell 10 million worth of tech stocks while they were still riding high, on
the advice of a broker she had hired months before.  He anticipated the
Tech bubble bursting and got us out of all the tech stocks we had.  He put
all the funds except 5 million into blue chip stocks that generated
consistent dividends, since this was going to be our income.





   She hired a real estate broker and spent a week, searching for a home.
She found us a beautiful villa with a view of the Alps, close to a quaint
little village in the north, close to the French border.





   While she was busy getting things set up in Switzerland, I was busy with
my transformation.  Now that I had quit my job, I was able to spend more of
my time dressed as a woman.  The only time I dressed in my "man" clothes
was when I had to go out in our neighborhood.  I tried to keep this to a
minimum since I enjoyed woman's clothes so much more.  When this whole
process got started, my hair was about shoulder length.  I didn't get it
cut after that, so it was starting to get quite long.  When dressed as a
man, I wore it in a pony tail which isn't that uncommon, so it didn't
arouse suspicion.  But, most of the time I wore it down with soft curls
framing my face.  On one of our out of town trips, I got some contacts that
changed my eyes from brown to green.  I have always like green eyes, so
this was the perfect opportunity to make a change.  At the same time, I got
some glasses and sun glasses that suited my new appearance.





   By the time Linda returned, I had my wardrobe complete and everything
else was ready to go.  The weekend before we left, I got my ears pierced
and had my hair styled professionally.  At the same time, I had my nails
finger and toe nails done.  There was no way I could pass as a man anymore,
so I spent the last week in the house.  This was fine with me since it
meant I could stay "dressed" all the time.





   Finally, the big day arrived.  As a going away present, Linda had
surprised me with a silver fox coat.  It was very full and came down below
my knees.  Though I didn't need such a warm coat there, in Switzerland it
was almost a necessity.  Most of our things had been shipped ahead of time,
so all we needed to do was pack some essentials for the trip and finalize
the house closing.  After lunch, a limo picked us up for the trip to the
airport.  I am sure the neighbors wondered what was going on, since I was
hardly recognizable.  All they saw was Linda getting into the limo with
another woman.  At least that's what I figure.  there probably weren't too
many around anyway, seeing as it was the middle of a week day.





   When we got to the airport, I discovered that Linda had booked us first
class seats, so we went into the lounge to wait for our flight.  From that
point on we were pampered all the way.  It was like a dream come true for
me.  Everyone accepted me as a woman, and treated me as such.  I had doors
opened for me, bags carried for me, etc., etc..  By the time we reached
Switzerland, both Linda and I were very tired.  It would take 2 hours to
drive to our new home, so we checked into a hotel for the night.  In the
morning, a limo picked us up for the drive to our new home.  While still
suffering from jet lag, I did manage to catch glimpses of the spectacular
views between cat naps.





   When we arrived at our new home Linda gave me the grand tour.  Though
she had described it as a villa, it looked more like a castle to me.  She
had hired a staff from the local village to look after the grounds and
provide maid service for us.  No more cooking, cleaning or gardening; I was
going to like this new life a lot!





   We spent the next week, getting everything unpacked and just generally
settling in.  Then Linda took me to a clinic close to our home that
specialized in gender issues.  We met with a doctor and discussed our
situation.  She suggested I try hormone therapy for a while and see how
that went.  I readily agreed.





   Over the next couple of months, the hormones had their effect.  My
emotions went crazy, kind of like a girl going through puberty.  One minute
I would be happy as a lark, the next I would be weeping uncontrollably. 
But slowly, I got things under control.  There were some very positive
aspects to the changes as well.  My breasts started growing, my skin became
much smoother and my weight redistributed itself providing me with a more
feminine silhouette.  Of course, this meant I had to get a whole new
wardrobe!





   So, off to Paris we went.  We visited a number of coutier houses.  I
bought everything from lingerie to shoes and hats.  Before we left for
paris, I had decided that I wanted to work on slimming my waist line.  To
do this, I decided to purchase a corset while in Paris.  We went to a
famous corsetier and spent about three hours with him.  We discussed what
style of corset would be the best for my figure and what I wanted to
accomplish (i.e.  how many inches I wanted to take off).  In the end, we
order 4 corsets.  One was for general day wear, another was for formal
occasions, the third was for less formal evening wear and the fourth was
for sleeping in.  The corsetier told me that if I wanted to reach my goals,
I would have to wear a corset at least 22 hours a day.  Since each of the
corsets would be custom made to fit my body, They would take a couple of
weeks to make.  This presented a problem as I wanted to ensure that the
clothes I was buying would fit my corsetted form.  The corsetier was
prepared for this (I guess he sees this a lot), He had a number of ready to
wear corsets and was able to find one that was very close to what I needed.
So, in fact, I bought 5 corsets.  This ready to wear one was a bit
different from the others.  The custom made ones were designed to close at
the back at my desired size, this fifth one was made to close at the
smallest waist size of all the others (this was the formal one).  The idea
was that I would tighten the corset to match the waist size of the corset
appropriate for the kind of clothes I was purchasing.  The corsetier
tightened the corset to each of these sizes and made a mark on the ties for
each size.  That way Linda could tighten, or loosen the corset to the exact
size I needed.  When the corsetier tightened it ot the tightest size, I
could hardly breath.  As well, I had stabbing pains at the hips and
underarms.  He assured me that the custom ones wouldn't have this problem,
so I just had to bare the pain during the shopping trip.





   Linda suggested I get some formal glowns for when we were invited to
parties, she told me not to worry about the cost, so I went crazy.  I
bought 10 ball gowns with a full set of accessories for each.  As wel, I
bought some less formal cocktail dresses, skirts and suits.  Since it gets
fairly cold in Switzerland, during the winter, I bought a couple of fur
coats, one full length and one a car coat.  For milder weather, I bought a
trench coat.





   For day to day wear, I bought a whole range of dresses, skirts, blouses
and of course, sweaters.  We spent a whole week shopping during the day and
then experiencing Paris's famed night life each night.  By the end of the
trip we were both exhausted.





   When we finally got home, we both crashed for a couple of days.  Doing
nothing more than sleeping, eating occasionally and taking walks.





   Over the next week or so, the clothing I had bought began to arrive.  It
was like Christmas all over again.  Each day, a shipment of boxes and
garment bags would be delivered.  There were so many that they completely
filled the foyer.  Linda, I and the maids spent the next couple of hours
opening packages, trying everything on to ensure they fit and then putting
them away.  By the time the last packages, the corsets, arrived, my closets
were full.  Of course I had to try each on, so we had another fashion show.





   The corset training was difficult and required a lot of will-power to
not give up.  At first the corsets were very uncomfortable.  As the
corsetier had promised, I didn't get any stabbing pains when I wore them,
but at their tightest, I could barely breath.  As well, they held my body
rigidly straight.  I could not sit down normally, I had to perch on the
edge of the seat.  The hardest part was wearing the night corset.  This one
was very tight and rigid.  It made getting to sleep quite difficult, but
after a couple of sleepless nights, I started to get used to it.  In the
next 4 months I managed to take 6 inches off my waist.





   Of course, the gown I had bought in Paris had been made to measure for
my waist when it was only 3 inches smaller (that was all I could stand at
the time).  So all my dresses, skirts and blouses had to be altered.  The
local seamstress took care of this for me.  The next wee, Linda surprised
me by presenting me with 4 packages.  I had no idea what they were until I
opened them.  She had ordered new corsets for me that were 3 inches smaller
than the current ones.  This meant that I could continue my corset training
as I had reached the limit on the ones I had.  It took about a year to
completely close the evening and night wear ones this time.





   Since no one in Switzerland had ever seen me as a "man", everyone
assumed that Linda and I were lesbians.  This has never caused us any
problems, since the Swiss are very tolerant and understanding of
alternative lifestyles.  With the hormone therapy, came some other changes.
I quickly lost my ability to have an erection, so love making was
restricted to pleasing each other orally.  The up side is that I am able to
experience multiple orgasms, which was impossible before.  After 2 years of
living this way, Linda and I decided it was time to make it official.  We
went back to the clinic and discussed re-assignment surgery.  After talking
it over with my doctor we decided it was the right time.  There are a
couple of conditions that have to be met before the clinic would consider
acdepting me for the procedure.  the first 2 were easy.  I had to have been
living full time as a woman for at least a year and I had to have been on
hormone therapy for at least 2 years.  Obviously, we could check those off.
The third condition was seeing a psychiatrist and getting her approval. 
This was a process that took 3 months of regular sessions, but eventually,
we satisfied this condition as well.





   The date of my surgery was set.  I was to check in one week later.  I
would be in the hospital for a week, with bed rest at home for a further 3
weeks.  After that, I could start to do a bit more, such as short walks. 
The biggest problem I had was with the corsets.  Initially, the doctors
wanted me to refrain from wearing a corset for 6 weeks.  After wearing one
virtually non-stop for about 3 years, there was no way I could stop
cold-turkey.  My muscles were very weak, since the corsets did their job
for them.  When we explained this to the doctors, they finally relented.  I
was allowed to wear the corsets, but only the least restrictive I had, and
only tight enough to relieve any pain.  After the six weeks, I was allowed
to start corset training again, but gradually.  All this meant that my
waist increased by a couple of inches.  It took six months to get back to
where I had been.





   Linda and I had to come up with an explanation for the locals we knew.
We decided to tell them that I was going to get some plastic surgery done
to fix a problem caused by an accident a number of years before.  We told
them that the area bening worked on was on my inner thighs.  This provided
a cover for the time away at the hospital as well as the bed rest and
difficulty walking while the surgery healed.





   So now I am Rebecca, Linda and I are more in love than we ever were and
are as happy as we have ever been.  We have made lots of good friends here
and have never regretted the decision we made.


   The End.