Becoming a Wife

Lucy had travelled a long way in the past few years. From bedroom cross dresser, to out and about T girl. From T haunt socialite, to flirt ,to promiscuous thrill seeker. But it had never been enough. Chance bar room meets, one night stands, and hit and miss internet dates. Like many T girls she had started out as a confirmed heterosexual "getting off" on the thrill of the feel of female underwear. But once she had completed and "refined" the look, there was an inevitability that she would want to "try it out" .For a T girl there is always something more.

And so she did. For as a natal man, she knew just what was required to pull men, and what to do when she had done so. Yet having done so, she discovered an entire new world, and one that was not quite as alien, strange and repulsive as she had originally imagined. In fact she quite enjoyed it, playing the siren. Dressing to please others, as well as herself. After all, that was a big part of women's dressing, wasn't it? To attract, and be attractive to, men. She realised that like many T girls, she had been mistaken in her sexuality. It just needed awakening. Fine hosiery on ones legs felt better with a man's hand sliding upwards, perfectly coloured lipstick drenched lips were better around a pulsing cock. It just needed discovering, that's all. And doesn't every real woman know it?

She had first met Brian through the internet, they had started off chatting, then they had met for lunch. There was an instant attraction. She was 35, confident and sassy, he was in his early 50's, mature, but sexy as hell. Although she had promised herself that she would play hard to get, they had kissed passionately at the end of their first date in his car. Thereafter their dates culminated in mad sex either in the car, or in a hotel room. However after a while even that was no longer becoming enough, the fact that she was his girlfriend didn't quite do it. He lived alone and was always asking her back, but somehow she hadn't been quite ready to take "that step", from dirty sex to conventional relationship. Until then. So at the end of another date, as he was dropping her off at her house Lucy, drew breath, and spoke to him.