It was nothing like I experienced ever before. I suddenly became aware of my full body again, as every nerve seemed on fire. My orgasm literally rocked me. I went blind suddenly, as I heard myself scream as well, and it felt like electricity jumped across my toes, still in long forgotten heels. I could feel my tongue swell and push itself out of my mouth, and I could feel some drool drip from it. And my legs were suddenly wet where my panties touched my skin. And finally, after what seemed minutes, things slowly faded out.

My eyesight came back, and I swallowed my tongue and drool back in. I could feel Kate slumped across my back, and my skin stopped sizzling. And I wondered if this was sex from now on. Was my coming out, no, let me rephrase that, was me being caught, which triggered her old fetish back, did that fix our so-so sex life?

As she finally started moving as well, slowly pulling out, while muscles I didn't even know I had tried to keep her inside me, I couldn't stop her, and eventually with a plop she was gone. She was the first one to speak, a simple “WOW!!!”, in capitals and with multiple explanation points. And my reply was, “I know, right?” Then we both started laughing.

There were two things that needed immediate action. Somehow in the process, during which my own little dick in its cage never grew hard, yet I still creamed my panties. She pulled them down, and in some acrobatic move I ended up on my back, allowing her to pull the pair completely off of me. Then she gave them to me and told me to lick it clean.

If she thought that perhaps I would protest, she was wrong. As Morticia I had tasted myself already and I liked it, and I eagerly started licking the globs of cum. And it made me feel even more female than how I was just deflowered.

In the meantime she was unstrapping the dildo harness, and as she pulled it away I realized there was another piece or plug that had been inside her pussy. And it had its own globs of cum, and she pushed that side into my mouth. The combination of two strong cum tastes had me go back and forth between licking panties and sucking this plug, and soon both were clean. That's when she lowered her pussy over my face.

She didn't need to say anything. As I pulled her crotch down, into my face, my tongue went deep inside her, releasing a flood of that delicious cum. And as I eagerly drank her, I took her over the edge once more, which pretty much sprayed my face, as I simply couldn't keep up. But in the end she was drained, and she pulled away. And then, so sweetly, she licked my face clean, and an enormous dose of love, that I hadn't felt in a long time for her, simply released. She was my woman, and I was hers.

Later, after we'd cleaned our faces, our crotches, released me from my dress, my shoes, my bra, we were in clean panties and silk nighties. I still had my breasts, as it was clear that Kate wanted me to sleep with them. And as we cuddled in bed together, we finally talked.

I started with apologizing that I never even tried to engage in her fetish, while I kept my own a secret. She was okay with it, like it was necessary that it happened the way it did, as both of us had a chance now, while the sharing enhanced it all. She also believed that she was not to see me in a dress until the rest of me had a more female touch. A man in a dress is still something else than a man who looks like a woman, in that same dress.

Which made her wonder what my female name was, when I was dressed up. I never thought of one, as I was always me, just enjoying soft fabric wrapped around my body. But, this morning I felt like Morticia, but I definitely would not want that to be my name. Michelle rather than Mitchell would make sense, but perhaps too obvious. Then she came up with a name that sounded sensual and exotic. Moira.

Moira. I liked it. Still kept my own initials. And not very common. It sounded good when spoken out loud as well as in my head. And just like that, unless I had to be Mitch, I was now Moira.

Of all things that happened today, sleeping with breasts was the weirdest. Uncomfortable and erotic at the same time, I was mostly lying on my back. Kate said that it's easier with real breasts, as they move and squeeze with the flow, and for the first time I started wondering how that would feel. On me. The breast plate thus far had been giving me the extra needed to fill up the dress. Now, it seemed erotic, exotic, suddenly, just like my new name.

I remember waking up with hard-ons, hoping for a quicky before work. Oh, I got a quicky alright, as I was severely fucked again in my rear. Last night was not a lucky event, and knowing what to expect now, anticipate if you like, my orgasm was even bigger. Interestingly enough, I didn't cream my panties this time.

I finally found out what Kate's big news was, that caused her to be home sooner, and to catch me red-handed. It was her one-year anniversary at this hospital and they sent her home early for the week, as she didn't have to work this Thursday.

She convinced me to take the day off as well, plus the Friday, so I could remain Moira until Sunday. I had plenty of days and it was approved immediately, even at such short notice. And thus we could take our time in the shower.

It goes back to us dating, the last time we showered together, but in a way we were dating again. My breasts came off though, so she could really shave my back area and places where I hadn't been able to reach. After we had soaped each other with her flowery soap, she told me to get the wand extension of the shower.

Essentially it's a hand shower to which you could direct half or all the water to, and I used it mainly to wash soap off the shower stall at the end of my session. She however asked if I had noticed that it wasn't much thicker than a smooth dildo, and as she pushed the smooth head in her pussy, I knew I could never see it as anything else. But how effective it was to spray her insides clean, although I heard her moan as she did so. Then she told me that from now on I should clean my insides as well.

She helped me that first time, pushing the head in my rear while the water was spraying already. That was enough “lube” to not hurt myself. But as soon as it was inside me the water had no way to go but up or down, and it reached so deep inside me that I felt like I had to go to sit on the toilet. Thank God she pulled it out again and an enormous amount of watery goo streamed out of me, straight into the drain. After doing this about five times the water running out of me was clear, and she called it a quick two-minute enema. She promised that soon I'd be doing it just for fun.

It took much longer to get dressed than as a man, even if I would have chosen one of her dresses. But brushing hair, doing makeup, lathering my whole body in lotion, finding the right bra and panties set, and figuring out what to wear, and what to wear it with, took more than an hour. It would get quicker once I'd get the hang of doing my makeup, as she was teaching me everything still.

She had a shopping day planned to get Moira's own wardrobe and more shoe choices. But the first thing we did was visit a specialty shop in the outskirts of town. They aimed their business at cross dressers and transgenders, and they had everything from “real” breasts to wigs, although they could even do hair extensions.

They had very realistic vaginal prosthetics, and even more realistic penis ones, for their FTM customers. There were “invisible” wraps to reduce waist sizes, and padding to add to the butt. They could pierce ears, or any other bodypart, and upgrade nails on both fingers and toes, temporary or semi-permanent. And there were so many toys I didn't know where to look first. Sex toys that is.

Then there was clothing, mostly underwear and lingerie, but also extreme dresses, aimed at transvestites. And club wear, a lot of leather and latex, for both men and women. Not to forget shoes, sandals, and boots, with and without heels.

Having said all of that, this shop was not cheap. But Kate knew more or less what she wanted for me, and she was willing to pay the price for the best. We'd be paying off our credit cards for a while. But, I left the shop wearing my new breasts, that no one but me could tell weren't real. Glued to my chest, but with the dissolvent in my pocket. I had two more wigs, a much better quality of my raven black hair, and a platinum blonde look, so I could experience both extremes.

My butt had some padding too, which felt weirder than the breasts to be honest. I had a semi-permanent waist cincher that took off inches, and was invisible to casual inspections. My ears were pierced and some hoops were dangling down, but I had some studs as well to use in Mitch mode. And I had two new pairs of heels and one pair of boots.

New for me was the lingerie under my dress with garters holding up my first pair of stockings. Nothing flashy, but I wished I had known how that felt on your skin, as I wouldn't have stuck to just trying on dresses in the past years.

We'd gone back and forth between the vaginal prosthetics, but it would require removing my cage, and we hadn't found the key yet. For now, a gaff would pull the cage back from the front of my crotch. I'll be honest, I'd rather have a fake vagina than either that cage or the gaff.

But I did end up with a butt plug that would make my anal hole look like a diamond was inserted. Kate insisted on that, and I was to wear it at all times, even as Mitch, to keep my hole stretched. And finally, reusable nails were glued to my fingers, and I had no clue how to use my phone anymore.

The rest of the day we shopped for more dresses and skirts, and some casual wear. Plus Kate insisted on a yoga outfit, as I was to join her in her class. When I fit it though it was clear that the gaff was needed for sure, even though it was rather uncomfortable.

The days that followed I learned a lot more about living as a woman. And I liked it. I liked sleeping with my new breasts now, as it was indeed much more comfortable. I liked being Moira. I liked being fucked hard, multiple times. I liked my higher heels, my new dresses, I even liked being a blonde for awhile, although I think my goth style suited me better.

On Saturday I had my appointment for a full-body laser hair removal. It turns out the technician was Kate's best friend, and I got the friends and family rate. I didn't expect it to be so painful. And Lorraine, Kate's friend, suggested sedation. I would still be more or less aware, but feel nothing, and I signed a piece of paper, agreeing with the procedure.

From the moment she injected my arm, my brain was sluggish. I felt no more pain, so I wasn't sure why she also injected me in my buttocks. But Lorraine kept talking, I think to keep me aware and not fall asleep, and I learned that she had actually bought my cage and Kate's toys, over a year ago. And she put the cage in my field of view, which I thought was weird, but I just couldn't think why.

Eventually I did fall asleep and at some point I heard a voice. “Moira. Moira! Wake up!”

I was groggy but I did wake up. Lorraine told me all had gone well and she expected me to come back in a week, same time. She told me how happy she was for Kate, that I wanted to be her woman, and she even suggested a three-some soon. I was fine with that, I think.

As I put my clothes back on I had to laugh. My cage was still where it belonged. In a way I felt comfortable with it, as it meant that I was still the bottom in my sex life. I hugged Lorraine, and she told me to keep my skin cooled with lotion, and how I would love my smooth skin. She also expected me to have more female thoughts and feelings because of it, but I wasn't sure what she meant by that.

That smooth feeling was no joke. No more tiny little hairs that kept popping up, and even though you couldn't see them you knew they were there. Perfectly smooth in stockings, and later in my yoga pants, when I went for my first class. I was separated from Kate and with two other women I got a beginners class. And I was clearly the worst, as my body didn't seem as agile as the others.

The teacher wasn't worried and she gave me a few moves to practice every day at home. She said that for a first timer I didn't do that bad, and with Kate's help I would be catching up. I hoped she was right.

On Sunday afternoon, before Kate left for her nightshift, I became Mitch again. It was so weird, like it wasn't the real me. But I had to, because after my extra days off I had to go in person on Monday. I actually put my old breast plate on for the night, so awkward it felt sleeping without my breasts.

Monday at work was different too. A lady from accounting complimented me on my studs. And a marketing woman noticed how smooth my face was, while one of the engineers mentioned that I “typed like a girl” on my phone. How quickly I had gotten used to having long nails, and I missed them.

My bonus, as it turned out, was a trip to Cancun, Mexico. A week with my wife in an all-inclusive hotel, and it included some spending money as well. It took some organizing, mostly on Kate's side, but in a month's time we'd be flying out.

The weeks leading up to our vacation I lived a sort of double life, Moira when I could, while Mitch if I had to. But Kate made it clear that I would spend my vacation full-time as her bestie lover. I fully agreed, but it meant buying bikinis and one-piece swimsuits, as well as some evening wear.

I became closer with Lorraine as well, not just during my laser sessions, but the three of us went out a few times as well. It was Kate who invited her to our bed, and we both learned a few lesbian positions and toys that would increase our sex life even more. And it was Lorraine who asked why I wouldn't come out as Moira permanently.

Funny thing was that both Kate and I had given that some thought as well, privately. Because Lorraine made a good point, after each laser session, that my body seemed to accept that I was becoming more female. My waist had become so narrow that I didn't need the invisible wrap any more. And neither did I need the extra padding on my buttocks, as it had become more bubbly on its own, causing my male pants to fit awkwardly. Even my own nipples seemed more pronounced and were incredibly sensitive, and I was glad to wear my bra, even while being Mitch.

It was Kate eventually who confessed that she wanted me as Moira full-time, and I'll be honest, it was a relief for me that she agreed. And we decided that after our vacation I would come out to the world as a transgender, on a path to becoming a complete woman.

It was Lorraine again who wanted to know if we planned to have children in our future. Because, in her job she saw enough transitioning men, on hormones, who quickly lost the ability to use their manhood. And I realized I had reached that point already, even without hormones, because of the cage.

Of course Lorraine had a solution, and with a strongly vibrating wand she got enough life in my tiny dick again to squirt a bit of cum from me, which she caught in a special cup, designed to freeze it for later. These sessions were a bit frustrating actually, as the cumming I did provided no pleasure at all, but it was nothing that a good spit roast couldn't fix, as both women had their way with me, oral and anal at the same time.

Cancun was a blast! As soon as we'd checked in I became Moira, and we cherished the idea that in a few months I would be Moira officially, and travel as her as well. Being in the sun while people were still in snow back home was a wonderful experience, and I loved my looks in my bikinis, but my shiny black lycra one-piece beat all.

Several men were hitting on us, even though they knew Kate and I were a couple, but in a way I experienced even more what it was to be a woman, like being led on the dance floor, accepting my first kiss by a man, and eventually giving a blow job. Kate was okay with it, she did some of her own, but I was scared about the fact how much I liked eating another man's cum. By the last day my counter stood at ten.

For the last time I became Mitch again, so we could travel back home. I didn't make it past security though. As easy as it had been flying here, the Mexican metal detector picked up on my cage, and they requested first, then demanded, that I remove it. They refused to believe that I didn't have a key, and eventually got a doctor involved, who removed one of my testicles, and just like that the cage came off.

When I was finally through, hours later, with a heavy painkiller in my system, I realized they had texted my wife from my phone, telling her I would take a later flight, and she should go without me, so she wouldn't miss her night shift. They had indeed booked me over, and in the middle of the night it was Lorraine who picked me up from the airport.

She would help me become Moira for good, as the next morning I would go to work as a woman and meet with HR. She felt guilty about what happened to my scrotum, as she had been in possession of my key all along, since she bought the cage actually, something she never told Kate either, as Lorraine was hoping it would convince me, us, for Moira to stay.

And while she was confessing I learned that during each laser session the second shot was not for numbing the pain, but it was a strong female hormone regime. She had known for a long time that Kate needed another woman in her life, and if it couldn't be Lorraine, since Kate loved me so much, then she would do everything in her power to make me the woman that Kate needed.

I should have been angry with her, but I couldn't. I loved being Moira too much, and she was right about Kate needing the new me. At least it explained some of the mental and bodily changes I had gone through, although I knew the blow jobs were some of my own doing.

As Lorraine inspected my crotch area she concluded it was a butcher job and she advised me to see a doctor as soon as possible and probably finish the job before it could get infected.

And that's what I did Monday afternoon, as HR sent me home after our talks, so they could prepare the necessary paperwork, but more importantly my boss and coworkers, although nobody was surprised. They had seen me change already and one person was convinced that they'd seen a bra under my shirt.

I was in more pain already, as an infection had indeed started, and it was in Kate's hospital where they did an emergency surgery, removing my other testicle and all of my scrotum. Both Kate and Lorraine were there when I woke up, pain-free, and feeling even more woman now.

In a way, HR was happy, as this solved what they called the “bathroom issue”. There should be no complaints now, when I would use the ladies bathroom. I was told to work this week and the following from home, but use my camera in meetings so people could get used to the “new me”. And it certainly helped that as Moira I found another way to save the company some money, and I was officially on my way to a promotion now, that would put me in a different department, a place that I had eyed already from the first day I started my job there.

Without testicles, and on female hormones, my body started changing even quicker, as my own breasts started growing. We decided on a medical procedure to get my prosthetic vagina, which should last until I was allowed to get a vaginoplasty surgery, better known as a gender affirming procedure, which was at least a year away still.

Lorraine spent more and more time in our bed, loved by both Kate and me. In a way she was partly responsible for my situation. Had I accepted that cage more than a year ago, the “missing” key would have triggered all kinds of reactions, hopefully leading to the situation I was in now. A very long shot in my opinion, but we couldn't blame her for trying, knowing we had the best possible outcome now.

No, there was an even better outcome. Both Kate and Lorraine declared one day that they were pregnant. From using the little bit of sperm that we had managed to store. Within a year we'd all be moms, and it was an easy decision for us to move in with Lorraine, who had a real house, rather than our two-story apartment.

Our two babies would be half-siblings, me being the “father” of both, although we planned to raise them as full siblings, with three moms. Unconventional? Sure. But we felt it would be the only right thing to do. Hopefully I'll update you all one day in the future on how that is going.