In the week that followed I was every night at her place. I had learned she was the CEO of a company that made lingerie and clubwear, and every night she was wearing something sexy. I pleased her with my mouth and fingers, but never did she let my dick out. It was painful at times, until I started to change my mindset. The lingerie was not meant to please me, it was meant to please her.
It's amazing that once you accept that it's not about "me", you can put all your effort into pleasing "her", and in doing so my rewards were far more stimulating. By now I knew all her little moans, her stimulation points, her hip moves and her deeper desires. She had made it clear that she needed to cum twice, I never stopped until she had cum at least thrice.
My reward was her nectar, the smile on her face, the way she held me as we slept, and the overall love for me that seemed to pour from her. My own love for her was a reward in itself.
By Friday I had put in my resignation as a Janitor, because if I have to clean a building, it might as well be our home. Yes, I moved from my apartment as well, giving up on the rent. Her home was now my home. She set one major rule, Saturday was bowling night with dinner, to remind us both of the luck we had in finding each other.
With no need anymore to be Ronald every day, I became Rowena, and I took control over the household and domestic tasks. I quickly became used to wearing lingerie, heels and skirts and blouses, or dressing in the latex maid's uniform she bought for me to wear, while doing my chores. But my body became the number one priority.
At first it was becoming completely hairless all over my body. A combination of very painful laser and electrolysis treatments soon gave me a smooth skin, in combination with some of the medications that I took.
Then I spent numerous days at the salon and spa, where my facial features became more defined and delicate, framed by a beautiful haircut of long waves that I could now call my own. Learning how to do makeup was an important part of the job.
Exercise and diet helped me shape my body, and over time my waistline shrunk which, together with some beautiful breastforms that were glued on my chest, gave me some distinct female curves. The rest of my muscles toned differently as well, adding to my desired shape.
As the outside of my body became more and more female, Belinda worked on my mindset and sexual preferences. She brought vibrating dildos in our sex life and introduced them into my rear side. It went from unpleasant at first to slowly adapting to the intruder, to enjoying some of the spots it touched inside me, to eventually cumming from the way the vibration stimulated my prostate.
My dick, never freed from its cage, would not grow anymore, but cum would squirt straight from my balls, messing up the sheets. Belinda made it clear that was to stop, and mentally there was only one solution. I had to accept that orgasms no longer included anything from my old male life, so I had to learn to cum as a woman.
She introduced different strap-ons now, and she either took me, lying on my back, or sitting on all fours. In a way that made it so much easier to accept I was always on the receiving side, a true bottom. Interestingly enough, Belinda enjoyed it as well, as she started cumming with me, the strap-on stimulating her pussy. Afterwards, I would clean her "dick" and then her pussy, making her cum twice more.
Having a sex life that did not include my dick, physically nor mentally, caused one day the cage to simply drop off. My testicles had shrunk to nothingness with my dick just a nub. Soon, a doctor glued a strip of skin over what was left of my manhood, redirecting my pee hole into its female counterpart. The skin made it even look I had a vagina of my own, although penetration was not possible. That had to wait.
Parallel to all these changes I took cooking lessons and I provided more elaborate meals that were also healthy, rather than ordering in all the time. And one of Belinda's seamstresses taught me how to sew, so I could fix damaged clothing. Then she showed me how to make clothes from scratch, and soon Belinda and I worked together on new designs in her clubwear line. I specialized in leather and often wore my own creations. Belinda insisted that once a week I wore my original leather skirt either with or without my bra top, in memory of that one day that changed my life forever.
Talking about my previous life, my ex sued me in court. She was unhappy with my income, from which she still received a percentage. My janitor job had not paid well, and as a housekeeper I made even less, specifically because we didn't want my ex to take most of it.
Not having a good experience with lawyers and judges since my divorce, but what a difference does it make, showing up with a corporate lawyer from Belinda's staff. My ex had cut herself in the fingers by sending the pictures of me in a skirt to my boss at the time. In essence, she had been responsible for me losing my job, preventing me from finding a similar job, without decent references, and thus putting her own income at risk. In a way, she had pushed me into accepting my new life of womanhood, and how did she dare asking for more money from another woman.
The Judge went with it all the way, even penalized my ex for her greed, and ordered her to find a job herself. All original restrictions from the divorce were removed, so she could no longer control my kids visiting me. We celebrated, by changing my job description to personal assistant to the CEO, with a significantly better paycheck.
Funny thing was, my kids had no problem visiting me. Initially it may have been weird, but when they realized I was not their father in drag, but quite a pretty woman who loved to show her love for them, also very aware now of the foul play of their mom, they became frequent visitors. My oldest, RJ, was an item by now with Lucinda, and seeing their parents together as well, created a much stronger bond.
My youngest, Ulysses Uatu, named after a classic and a modern hero, though called DoubleU by most, was fascinated with my cooking. I taught him everything I knew, which was significant in the mean time, and he simply took off from there. He changed his college choice and was accepted in a prestigious Culinary College, after he wowed the acceptance committee with an unbelievable dessert. In his first year he had offers already from some of the best restaurants in the country.
But, unexpectedly, my strongest bond was formed with Belinda's daughter, Lucinda. Not because she was seriously dating my son, but because we had so much in common. Loving Belinda does that to you.
In the fall she started a three month internship in her mom's company. So she stayed with us, enjoying good healthy food and company. We joined a bowling league together, and as the Leather Ladies we beat many male couples, although partly because men couldn't keep their eyes away from our leather fashion that I designed myself.
She was the only one who wanted to know exactly what had gone through my mind, when I was still male, and had my first taste of female clothing. Her worry obviously was RJ, and if he one day would become Rowena Junior. I didn't have an answer to that part, but I explained about the thrill I had felt when touching that leather skirt, and how easily I had accepted that I wanted to wear it myself. And the same feeling came up again when her mother had worn the leather leggings, the first time we met.
I never in my life had feelings that I wanted to be a woman. But when it happened, it simply felt right. Obviously her own mom had a huge hand in my total transformation, where it may not have gone so fast, if at all, had I been by myself.
I asked her if RJ had seen her in any leather, wondering if he had similar tastes like me. Apparently she had only worn leather look leggings, but she had texted him some of the outfits that she'd worn here. He thought she looked very sexy in them, and couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Smooth, I thought proudly. He would be coming over for Thanksgiving.
Then I asked her, if it did happen, what would she do? Her own mom had no problem with me, even preferring a lesbian relationship. And I have never been happier, would she not want that for him?
In the end it came all down to sex. Would he be able to satisfy her, if he traded in his dick for a pussy? I cringed for a few seconds, it doesn't matter if you're a father or a mother, it's just not easy to accept your kids are sexually active. So, I gave her something as well to cringe over, and I told her that I made her mom cum at least three times in a row, every time we had sex.
Her eyes went wide, as she stammered "How?" I gave her a naughty look, then stuck out my long tongue, flicking the tip fast. Then I showed my two main fingers, and flicked them as well. She laughed now, saying he had my tongue. So she knew already that power… It was also clear to me that her feelings for him went very deep. We couldn't resolve the issue at hand, but at least I stopped her worrying about it.
A serious change was about to happen in my own relationship. It started with a party that Belinda organized for a number of her staff members. I, as the woman behind her success, planned the best party food, even got some help from DoubleU, who was briefly in town. The party was going to be a hit, I knew, something they'd be talking about for months to come.
I'd be serving as well, something I was quite comfortable with, and my brand-new uniform was magnificent. But, just a few hours before we started, a letter was delivered for which I had to sign. And that's how Belinda found me, already in my uniform, staring into nothingness, the letter in my lap, tears in my eyes.
I clearly scared her, but I managed to hand her the letter. She read it quickly, then started to cry herself. I got up and we hugged tightly. "It's going to happen baby", I told her. She nodded, then suddenly went on one knee, and pulled out a ring from nowhere. "Rowena", she said, "love of my life! Will you please give me the honor of marrying you?"
Was it indeed this simple? One letter to schedule my final surgery into womanhood. An attachment that confirmed that from the surgery onward I would legally be a woman. And I knew for a long time already that Belinda would never again marry a male. Yet, she was ready to marry me, totally prepared, just waiting for this one moment.
My reply was simple as well. "You are my life! And I want nothing more than being your wife. So yes, I will marry you!"
We kissed for a long time, until responsibility took over. I had a ton of things to do, before the party could start.
It all worked out perfectly. The appetizers were a hit, and when everyone had their champagne, Belinda, dressed in my leather skirt and bra top, combined with a gorgeous waist cincher, held her speech.
"Thanks everyone for coming. As you all know, we're launching our new clubwear line this weekend. We have all agreed that this is the best collection we have developed thus far. And a big thanks goes to the woman behind the scenes, a magician not only in clothing design, but also in the kitchen, as you have all experienced already. Although I have heard, that a local celebrity, that everyone knows by now from multiple programs on the Food network, has provided one of his magnificent desserts. Ladies, not only is she the mother of Chef DoubleU, she kindly volunteered to be your server today. On top of that, she agreed just a few hours ago to marry me. I present to you, my better half, Miss Rowena McMillan."
Well, so much for working behind the scenes. An ovation burst out, as all eyes were suddenly on me. I managed to put my serving tray down, and gave a cute curtsey. People were laughing and started shaking my hands and hugging me, wishing us well on our engagement. Belinda winked at me as she stood back, allowing me to be the center of the party.
One of the ladies in particular, whose name I later learned was Lindsey, kissed me on my cheek, as she whispered in my ear to enjoy it. She then started refilling champagne glasses, and took my tray and got new snacks and other drinks from the kitchen. She also helped me later distributing the main courses and eventually dessert, that she expertly cut and served.
Most importantly, when people started leaving when the best party ever reached its end, she stayed behind with another girl, and took over the kitchen for cleanup. I wasn't allowed in until clean dishes needed to find their right place.
Julie, the second girl, had to go, and so Lindsey, Belinda and me ended up taking a nightcap. A few. And our discussions became deeply sexual. Apparently Belinda had boasted a few times in the office how amazing her sex life was, thanks to my agile tongue. And Lindsey, as beautiful as she was, had zero.
It was then that Belinda, in a quite tipsy state, promised her that I could fix that. I never questioned it, tipsy myself, but so used to doing anything that Belinda "commanded". And so, still in my servant uniform, I sat on my knees between Lindsey's legs, pushed her skirt up, her underwear down, and put my mouth on her dick.
I never hesitated, used to suck off strap-ons all the time, and quite good at making Belinda cum that way. But this was the real thing, growing in my mouth as I wrapped my tongue around it. My wife to be was fascinated, not knowing this part of a woman she had worked with for years. And Lindsey, tipsy herself, had no chance, once I pumped her shaft with one hand and squeezed her scrotum softly with my other.
She moaned like the girl she was, when she exploded in my mouth. I expertly drained her, swallowing her goo, that was more tasteful than my own had ever been. And when I pulled her softening member from my mouth with a plop, I squeezed the last drops from it, cleaning it with my lips as I gave it a final kiss.
"My god", Lindsey cried finally, "that was magnificent!" And, as she looked at Belinda, "I never doubted you, you know. But I'm thankful for the chance you gave me to find out. I'm only sorry you had to find out this way that I'm not one hundred percent female. I can put in my resignation first thing tomorrow…"
It was like the tipsiness was suddenly gone from all of us. I looked at Belinda, who seemed stunned, but then a smile came to her face. "That won't be necessary. Your work ethic has always been impeccable. And you're the only one who helped out when Rowena needed it most. As far as I'm concerned, darling, you're as much a woman as my future wife."
I had to smile at that, knowing Lindsey was still clueless. I licked my lips provocatively, only for Belinda to see. She continued, "What is more important, is that I'm incredibly hot from watching you two just now. And I have to question, how come I was left out? What are we going to do about that?"
She winked back at me, also unseen by our guest, who now stammered, "Umm. I tend to recover fairly quickly, if you have a need of that", and she made a move toward what was back under her skirt again. "But I'm fairly good with my tongue as well, if you need relief right away."
I chuckled, already knowing what was about to come. And indeed, Belinda invited her to our bed, as long as "what happens in our bed, stays in our bed." And ten minutes later, all three on all fours, Lindsey had mounted me, her dick indeed fully recovered, as she was sandwiched against me by Belinda with her strap-on in her rear. She had no chance, which was exactly the way we wanted it.
I was pleasantly surprised how nice a real dick felt inside me, feeling its reaction as I squeezed my muscles around it. Belinda controlled the speed with her pounding as she squeezed Lindsey's breasts, that were clearly all natural, if you can call hormone grown that.
We all came at once, as I particularly enjoyed the goo squirted inside me. I recognized Belinda's satisfied grunt as she came as well. But the scream between us suggested that Lindsey had a double orgasm, and I could feel her fall down on top of me.
It took another ten minutes or so before we all had recovered enough to talk again, although Lindsey appeared speechless still. Finally she said, in a breathy voice, "Never in my life have I experienced anything like this. I hope we can do this more often?"
And that's what happened, that night and many nights since. Between Lindsey and Belinda they switched who was in the middle. I sometimes offered my rear and sometimes was with my face in their crotch, taking either dick or pussy, as their other side was pounded. I even tried the strap-on a few times myself, but it never felt right.
Lindsey was just as surprised to find out about my secret as we had been about hers. Unlike my upcoming surgery she had no intention of getting rid of her dick. Having said that, she was in all other ways female perfection, and a wonderful friend at that. She was there for me, when I had my final surgery. She was there for us, when I recovered the weeks after and could hardly do anything in the household. And she was our maid of honor during our wedding and also during our wedding night. Belinda got the first go at my brand-new pussy, but Lindsey came close second.
The happiest day in our married life was when my oldest son and Belinda's daughter got married as well, and quickly started producing grandchildren. Lucinda and I always stayed close and kept our bowling team going. Belinda would help RJ with the kids when we were gone, and they became very close as well.
Unexpectedly, Lindsey and DoubleU became an item as well, despite the fact she was twelve years older. But she was perfect for him, and he was her hero. Lucinda carried two children for them, one fathered by DoubleU and one by Lindsey. More grandchildren for Belinda and me. Of course, Lindsey didn't share our bed that often anymore, but DoubleU traveled a lot for his TV shows and she'd bring the kids to us and hid in our bed. Fine with us!