I know leather is my passion, but wearing the latex outfit was a continuous erotic experience. The way the material clung to my skin, how it gave me curves, with the gloves thin enough to allow me picking up the smallest trinkets. And I actually liked how the petticoat made my skirt swish with every move I made. Just for fun I started wiggling my butt with every step I made, just to feel the swish.

The uniform didn't slow me down, I even got used to the heels, and by the next break, I had gone through all the rooms that she typically uses. When we sat together to drink a glass of wine, she told me she'd call me Cheyenne, whenever I'd wear the uniform, which I thought was much more exotic than Danielle, which would have been the female version of my own name.

I could tell she was uncomfortable and by now I simply lifted up her skirt myself, only to see her manhood so heavily strained, that I wondered if it could actually cut her skin. I let her out right away and took care of her needs, but the marks didn't go away, so I refused to put the cage back on. Apparently Cheyenne had an even bigger impact on her than Dan. Something to think about...

I started making preparations for the lasagna and I fell in love with her kitchen as well. Every tool, every appliance, was there in shiny stainless steel and her stove was to die for. I was still wearing the uniform as I wanted to finish a few more rooms while the meal was in the oven, and I found I enjoyed cooking in latex was added fun.

When dinner was almost ready I had a few minutes to change out of the uniform. I asked Dakota if she was okay with me keeping the latex panties on. Of course, she said, but then she asked if Cheyenne could stay through dinner. So I kept the wig and makeup on, took one of her old bra's with padding, as she gave me a silk chemise to wear under one of her leather skirts and a very female blouse. I knew right away I could get used to wearing silk on my body as well, such a gorgeous feeling it was. When I put my heels back on I actually felt proud the way I looked. She agreed as I could see a clear bulge under her skirt. She actually had to put different panties on that would guide her hard-on straight down between her legs, to hide the bulge. I figured I knew what my dessert would be.

Dinner was perfect and she was in awe about my cooking abilities. We drank a whole bottle of wine and were quite tipsily making out, kissing and sharing food between us. Somehow my female clothes added an extra layer of sexiness between us that we were both quite comfortable with.

We watched a romantic movie together, and I realized as Dan I would have cupped my arms around her, to feel her head on my chest, so I could breath in her hair. But being Cheyenne she had her arms around me, pulling my face into her breasts, and I was quite satisfied there, smelling her wonderful perfume. She played with my "breasts", explaining what a sensual feeling it had been when she started growing her own. And in my tipsy mind I wished for just that feeling.

When we went to bed, she showed me how to take off the makeup. She stayed her beautiful self, while I turned slowly back to being Dan. But she offered me one of her silk nighties, and I knew I was hooked, what a wonderful feeling while sleeping, while making out.

In the morning I woke up in her arms and I realized I could get used to that too. We took a shower together and I had to blow her again, before I locked her chastity back on. With pain in my heart I put my own underwear back on, with my cage safely tucked away. I made us a quick breakfast and even that was a new experience for her, she would have just grabbed a yoghurt.

In the office I didn't see much of her, she was in meetings all day. And later that night back in my own apartment I realized I missed her. We texted back and forth at first, then made a video call, and she missed me clearly just as much. We agreed that the next night we would be back at her place.

And slowly we got in a rhythm, with me spending more and more time there. Every night in her home I spent at least an hour cleaning in the latex maid uniform and an hour of cooking, if we didn't call in for food. Then we entertained ourselves in trying new outfits for Cheyenne, makeup lessons, hair removal sessions that only improved the pleasure of wearing latex or silk. I had my own very realistic breastforms now, that only came off when we left for work.

Dakota wanted to know if I wanted to try some of her hormone pills. It would give me a softer skin and hopefully a bit of my own breasts, both adding to the pleasure of wearing silk, satin, latex and leather. After a few days I gave in, as I liked being Cheyenne. We didn't realize the effect of her extra strength medication on my metabolism until it was clear I needed my own bra now, even as Dan. And my manhood had shrunk so much I could fit her smallest cage. A visit to Dakota's doctor told us that what the pills had done to me was exactly what they had intended for her. I should stop taking them right away or there was a chance I'd lose my manhood.

That day I needed some time by myself to think things over. I decided to clean the attic, as I hadn't been there before and it would give me a few hours of privacy. There was a lot of stuff from Dakota's parents, that was stored there. And then there was a corner with an actual bed that seemed like it may have been from her room as a kid. The bed had a set of drawers and going through it I realized it was from the time she had started to recognize her true sexuality. I saw padded bra's and waist cinchers, panties and stockings. I saw makeup and a wig, and then there was a dildo. I held it in my hand, wondering what she had used it for, until my eye fell on a tube of KY jelly. This was for anal use, I could only conclude.

Intrigued now, I found a pack of batteries that was never opened, and it was exactly the right size for the dildo. When I turned it on it made a soft sound and it was clearly vibrating. Now I wanted to know...

I laid down on the bed and took off my latex panties. Then I lifted my skirt and petticoat and with a good amount of the jellie on the dildo I lined up the tip with my anal hole. It took no effort to slowly push it in, but the pressure made me think I needed to go to the bathroom. I moved it in and out a bit as I got used to the way it filled me up, until I accidentally hit the switch. The sudden vibration hit me in a very sensitive spot inside me and aroused me in just seconds. My member grew instantly but there was no room to grow, and the pain shut it down right away. But the vibration overwhelmed all and I could feel an orgasm coming. I moved the dildo a little back and forth and suddenly it washed over me. I came hard, from the thing in my rear, but I could also feel cum dripping from my tiny dick, still soft in the cage.

It wouldn't stop and I started panicking when I couldn't get a grip on the dildo anymore to pull it out, so slippery everything was down there. Then I found the switch and I could turn it off. I could hear myself moan, as I came down from my high. When I finally opened my eyes I saw Dakota watching me.

Hi honey, she said with a smile on her face, that was pretty darn erotic to watch. Immediately I felt a surge of guilt, as this was the first time I came since I met her, without her being involved. I started stammering, sorry, I found that thing while cleaning and wondered how it would feel. I didn't think it would make me cum.

She laughed now. Don't worry. These are my old toys and I'm glad you tried them out. Don't you see how you went from not wanting to try anal, to orgasming anally?

What do you mean, I answered, didn't I just cum from my dick? Maybe, she said, maybe it squirted a bit while being caged. But what I saw was a full-blown anal orgasm that wouldn't stop until you turned the vibration off. And hell, did it turn me on!

I looked at her skirt and saw the huge bulge under there. We haven't bothered locking her cage up anymore, ever since Cheyenne has roamed her home, as the sight of me was just too painful for her.

Let me help you with that, I tried in a weak attempt at apology. Oh, you will, was her answer.

I figured I relieve her with a blow job as I had been doing probably twice a day. But she had different plans. She removed the dildo from my rear, then pulled up her skirt and moved between my legs. I could feel her tip now touching my gaping hole and she added some more of the jelly, and then carefully she pushed in. I took a deep breath as my muscles tried to adapt to her wider girth. But somehow the dildo must have cleared the path, and slowly I could feel her entering me deeper and deeper.

A million thoughts went through my mind. This was wrong, this was gay. I was supposed to be the man in our relationship, and now I was at the bottom, being taken in my rear. This was not the soft vibration of a dildo inside me, yet it touched every sensitive spot inside me. I tried not to get lost in the pleasure that it started. But then she suddenly sucked my nipple.

She had freed my small breast from the latex covering and put her mouth completely over it, while her tongue twirled around my nipple. I suddenly saw stars, wondering how my nipple and my rear could somehow be connected. But rational thought came to a halt, and I simply accepted. I was Cheyenne and I had my first fuck with my lover and my senses were overloading. I started pushing my hips up, allowing her deeper access inside me. I heard her moan, until I realized it was my voice. Then she took my mouth with hers and her tongue went straight in my throat.

Never was I so helpless and so out of control. And never had sex felt so good. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her into me so she couldn't escape my lips anymore. Now her own moan was vibrating in my mouth. And when she softly squeezed my nipple between her thumb and finger, I hit the jackpot, and I came. I heard a scream and I recognized the ecstasy and it was exactly in pace with my own bliss. Then I felt her cum inside me.

There are no words to describe the euphoria I was feeling. Only seconds before I had accepted that I was a woman, that I was a bottom, essentially submissive, giving herself completely to her lover, mouth, breasts and sex. And now I realized the power I had. I kept her from pulling away, made her cum deep inside me, and I knew I could do this over and over and she could not resist. I had complete control.

Our hearts were banging into each other and slowly I gave her freedom back. She pulled away from my mouth, softly kissing me all over. And slowly she pulled her now soft member out of me. I could feel immediately her goo dripping out of me, probably ruining my skirt, but I didn't care. Never have I felt more content. I saw her limp manhood, and finally it was sized down so much, it would make her doctor happy. But I knew I'd use all my charm, all my sexiness, to coax it back to maximum size, ready for the next round.

There was no going back any more. Dan was gone and Cheyenne was there to stay. I moved in with Dakota permanently now, and our wedding date was set.

Dakota had finally found her peace. As a boy, a young man, she realized she really was a girl, and she did everything to match her body with her mind. She became beautiful, but one piece of her body never agreed. It was a frustration and no matter what she tried, she'd never be a complete woman. She had sincere feelings for Dan, but it was Cheyenne that she needed in the end. No longer does she wish to get rid of her manhood. It is an essential element in our relationship.

In this relationship I am physically a woman, that much is clear to me. But in mind I was always a man, it was not like I tried to match my body to my mind. But my mind definitely adapted to my new body. I still love women. But physically I need what Dakota's giving me, there's simply no denying. And thus with her I have also found my peace.

Maybe I was a maid too often, with multiple choices of uniform now, but I take cleanliness serious, I'm anal about it, pun intended. Maybe I acted as a house wife, yet a very sexy one, with total control over our home. Maybe I was more submissive, but it was what worked between us, as Dakota finally found her place within her sexuality. The "final" surgery date hasn't changed, except it will be me going under the knife. And maybe, just maybe, another "experimental" surgery could give me a chance at motherhood. We're both ready for that.