Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2008 12:29:37 -0600
From: myamotoman <myamotoman@gmail.com>
Subject: Angela 2

    Now don't get me wrong I really didn't turn into Angela in one night
. It took almost a year from that first meeting. I went down a very
different road . (So if you want to find out read on)


    After that first wonderful night we (Frank and I) became a couple. My
life, before Frank, had started to suck and I knew it. I just seemed to be
unable to do anything about it. I think it was my employment. I was a CPA
for the local Municipality and I was under employed. It had' t been that
way in the beginning. The local council hired me to fix the mess. There had
been a fraud issue in the past and the books were a mess. I simply rolled
up my sleeve's and worked , sometimes 18 hours a day. I met my original
girlfriend,the one who left , in a bar . Oh who am I fooling she saw a suit
and a steady gig. If I had been on the coast she would have been a boat
bunny. Living off my endeavors. The sex was average at first and quickly
went down hill. Which is what led me to the break up and meeting Frank in
the Bar.

	With in days of that first night together, I had moved in with
Frank. The relationship was pretty straight foreword. I was Franks non
female girlfriend. You would think it would have been awkward, it did have
it's moments, it was never awkward. At first the relationship was all in
the bedroom. Frank started me off with lots of night time attire. In fact
for a while he insisted I wear nothing else. I was in a state of bliss.
Within a month I had been to see a Doctor. After many tests and blood work
and an MRI, I started a course of treatment . Frank changed my diet. Lots
of fruit and Veg, some chicken, fish, sushi. I started exercising, doing
Yoga and we had a Pilate's machine installed in the basement of the
house. Slowly I was introducing a more feminine look. Clothing went from
androgynous to full on en femme. At first it was all from catalogs or the
net,then one day when I had dressed to see the Dr. I was in for a
surprise. My Dr. invited me to join her and a friend for a late lunch. The
friend, an exquisite, charming older woman, who turned out to be just like
me, only fully transformed . Emily MacKenzie took me under her wing that
day. I got a real mom for the first time in my life. Emily insisted on
teaching me the ins and outs of woman hood. She had been cross-dressing
since she was 14. Like me she had surpressed the desire. Emily though, had
actually married, no kids To control her desries she worked all the
time. The wife felt neglected and left, Emily just worked and made money.
So much money that when she was 36 she cashed it all in She found our
mutual friend the Dr. and renovated herself into Emily. Today she is 41
looks 30 something and is all woman. Emily's new look is classic Jackie
O. She stands sleek and trim at 5' 10" and barely weighs 130lbs. Her hair
is Jet black and has a slight natural curl currently though her hair is
just off the sholder. She works with a couple of Charities and has become
part of the Society set. She moves in circles way outside my limited
experience.  Her sense of style is impeccable for a non G girl, fashion all
the way. I consider myself lucky to meet her. Frank likes her to. Infact he
mentioned that evan his Mom liked her company.

  	Never having had kids Emily treated me like a daughter.  Emily
created the foundation of woman hood I never had. Frank and I went to
"mom's " for supper at least once a month. A couple of times when Frank was
out of town, Emily and I had culture nights, doing all the things a mom and
daughter would do. I would stay over. I had my own room and even kept some
things there. Over a couple of months we built up a collection that would
build my past as Angela. She insisted I read the Jane Austen novels, and we
discussed them.We watched a lot of movies and discussed them, movies like
"Breakfasst at Tiffiny's". I also devour Cosmo, Vanity Fair, People, a girl
needs to know what is going on. Emily taught me how to be a woman, a
housewife, how to clean , do laundry, cook. I became obsessed with passing,
the healthy diet, the yoga, Pilate's and some light weights, with all my
hard work I have lost almost 40lbs, and really toned up. The drugs I was
taking were changing me, I could pass.  We also spent a lot of money
shopping for clothes. Emily made me look at differnt web sites of clothing
to create the Angela look.. My day to day clothing was fairly
conservative. Fitted blouses and skirts. Little jackets over a top or
shirt, paired with a designer skirt, I love DKNY and Oscar de la Renta,
Ralph Kauren and Armani. My weakness was still bedtime ligerarie and little
black dresses. I had too many, especially anything with bows. I came to the
door to greet Frank, wearing a black Jones New York Surplice Silk Babydoll
dress with a Bow at the Empire waist, he took me right there, he likes them
too. I still prefer Skirts, but once I saw how I looked in skinny jeans and
boots, they got added. My first full womens shopping day was with Emily. My
first Spa day was with Emily. I had lunch with her at the club. I met some
of her friends. The special pre-op drug regime is doing it's thing for sure
cause I do look feminine. The drugs have even altered my voice. I have to
strain to not sound like a woman now. In fact I need to get a letter from
the Doc regarding the sex change thing. Or as Frank wants me to, quit. I
have some cash saved, and a bunch from the market all in bonds right
now. So maybe I will quit. Take out all the cash, give it to Frank to
manage . I know he has lots of money and he owns two very successful
companies. Then I can focus on being Frank's girl.
	As I mentioned I had been putting off the whole work thing. I
worked in a large office, mainly with women.One of the reasons I had been
putting the whole work thing off was I had taken a vacation to use up my
accumulated overtime, or I would lose it. I had spent the entire time as
Angela. Reality came back when vacation over I headed back to work. Problem
was my hair was longer, I had lost weight, and most of my suits were way to
big.
  A couple of days of hiding in the office and doing everything by email
gave me a chance to at least get shirts that fit. The problem was I had
changed and people did notice. On the Thursday of my first week back, I was
standing by the copier waiting for copies, when one of the HR people came
up to me. We made some small talk when he suddlenly blurted out "We
have had people talk to us. You can't use the womans wash room if you come
in in a dress" The poor guy stood there blushing and staring at
me. I was stunned. I could feel a tear in the corner of my eye.I nodded at
him as my copies came out, turned on my heel and walked to my office. Evan
though I closed the door, the HR guy just walked in. He seemed to have got
a second wind. I looked up at him as he paused for a moment .  "
Look at you long hair, losing weight, your face has changed, your voice,
you sound like a girl,.. like a woman, Someone said they saw you taking
drugs with lunch one day." I looked at him and asked, "So
what do you suggest, a third washroom.?"
 The HR guy actually laughed.  " No you would have to quit, it
would be unacceptable and disruptive for you to stay here." He
actually winked at me as he said this.
 Suddenly he was blushing, his head dropped and he turned on his heel and
fled. It all came to a head when I informed my boss in a letter, written,
by Franks lawyer, of my sex change. I was fired on the spot. The settlement
check came a couple of weeks ago.  I was not without means before, but this
was more than I had ever thought to have. With Franks money managers
working it, I would never have to work outside the home again. I was still
a CPA but right now I was teaching my self to be a girlfriend and maybe a
wife.

 Enough background, we got out of the cabin in the north and drove south.We
had spent a week in the north. A couple of weeks earlier we had gone with
some pals of Franks for a Spring bear hunt, with bows, no less. I had never
bow hunted before, but I had shot bows. Frank and his buddies were super
nice, I got lots of practice.I got a large black bear. No one else
did. Franks buddies loved me, the last night I heard Billy tell Frank I was
the perfect wife. He also wanted to know if I had a sister, high praise
indeed.This trip had been Franks turn and he got a huge one. I was having
wet dreams about what Frank would do to me on those tanned hides in front
of a blazing fire.  Frank switched off the Blackberry,placed it on the dash
and turned to look at me.  " Have I told you how much I love you,
today" "Yes" I murmered "Well double it,
and please forgive me. I have to go to Londan soon, tomorrow early. Sorry,
I go away and the deal goes weird., Damm, I leave the office for a couple
of days and everyone gets the stupids. ", he paused and said
"your smiling." " Well you'r ranting, don't
fret. Lets get home and get you ready, I love you, I'm a big girl, you
know." " Yes well I worry, I want you to call Emily, maybe
go there for a couple of days...." " Should I
worry....?" "No no no , I just don't want you to be lonley,
go see Emily, have a movie marithon, go shopping, you know how she think s
of you as her daughter" "Ok I'll call , now drive
Mister."
 Three hours and many call later I am in the dressing room getting Franks
suit case packed. The truck is in the garge ,I will get to that later. I
have enough stuff out and packed for a week. All his shaving stuff as
well,shoes socks, inside one of his sleep pants I put a pair of my fresh
scented thong underwear,with a note,telling him I love him. I also put in a
picture of us from Easter, at Emily's . Its one of my favorites of him,were
laughing and smiling,just a candid. It's us.

	I woke up a few short hours later, a smile on my face and a craving
for Franks cum. One of my new favorite things was waking my guy up with a
wonderful blow job. Franks morning cums were the best and a girl should get
her protein early. I had also discovered, I was addicted to cum. I love the
stuff - Frank had so much to give. Frank was still sleeping, with a nice
stiff morning cock. This would be my last chance for a few days and I would
not be denied. Nothing fancy this morning . I gently picked it up and
licked the swollen head. As always the muskiness almost overwhelmed
me. Using both hands I managed to get about half in my mouth. The man
really was a freak in the cock department. He was already getting
bigger. By licking and sucking while one of my hands milked his big balls
then some more sucking, I was rewarded. Frank cums a lot and this morning
was no exception. Despite swallowing hard some of his seed, dribbled out of
my mouth and rolled down my chin. I sat up to swollow, cum dribbling onto
my breasts. I sat there licking the remaining cum off my lips Frank had
woken up and was watching me as he sat up he leaned over and and kissed me.
"God you look so sexy, a wet dream, my beautiful sexy, naked girl
with cum dripping of her face. Honey if I wasn't late I would do you till
you passed out." "Who says you can't do me, Its your
charter plane, It won't leave without you" Giggling, I kiss him
again, and still nude, reluctantly get out of bed, to go downstairs to make
coffee. Its not dawn yet and we have less than an hour till the Limo
comes. Coffee on, I scamper upstairs. As I slow on the landing I stop. Just
now, running up the stairs, I experenced my breasts bouncing on my chest,
they are growing, I love this. Entering the bathroom I join Frank in the
shower. He' s got to do me before he leaves. As he washes I lighly rub his
back. He turns and smiles.  " You want a little something more to
remember me by" "Yes Do me" I whisper. His hand
reaches in and pulls me to him . The water is pouring over us. I feel the
fingers of his left hand probe my ass. I shudder, I am such a hony girl. I
can feel the lust take over. I slither out of his grasp and lean against
the opposite glass wall legs spread. Looking over my shoulder I meet his
eyes. I mothed silently "Do me".  The water must have
helped cause he quickly got past my tight anus, then I feel really loose
and relaxed, all of him is slipping in me, all 12 inches. Frank pause's for
a moment, to ready ourselves, I love this first moment, the stuffed
feeling. One of his hands is on my left breast pinching the nipple.The
other is gently stroking my cock and settles into a rythm with the
thrusting in my rear. Frank takes his time and after a few minutes I start
my first little cum, shuddering with pleasure. I am not disapointed. He is
really pounding into me. No empty promise here, I am getting a branding
fuck. His heavy ball sack is hittting my thighs and his other hand is
alternatly pinching both breasts, I am still able to squeeze my ass around
his cock on maybe every 4th or 5th thrust, Frank responds. Despite the wake
up blow job, Frank fills my ass pussy. I savour the feeling and his
deposit. He is still hard and while I really enjoy the feeling, we don't
have much time. I squeeze him out and quickly turn and kneel before him to
clean him off.. He tastes of me and him. It is all over too soon.. Sadly
most of his cum is gone when I expelled Frank, the shower finishes the
job.We leave the shower and towell off. I pull my damp hair into a high
pony tail.Letting my guy get ready, I slip on a soft pink baby doll . It is
more like a jacket and tied with a wide pink ribbon under my growing
breasts. The baby doll is solid pink., it has a delicate lace trim covering
the top of my breasts. I notice that my nipples are really sensitive and
puffy this morning, in fact they are partially visable through the lace
top, for the first time. In fact despite all the stuffing and loving, I
still felt horny. My cock though had shrunk after the shower sex, so the
panties looked right, just a little damp. The reflection in the mirror was
of a really sexy young woman. I got Frank's coffee ready and made him a
breakfast shake. It was time, the limo driver was on the house gate
intercom. I watched him thru the security moinitor and saw his company
Id. I continued to watch as the Limo drove upto the house and the gates
closed. As the door bell rang, I ducked into the kitchen as Frank came down
answered the door, the driver took Franks bags out.
	Frank was suddenly standing behind me and pulled me back towards
him his arm around me, fingers inside my silk panty, probing my man clit.
It felt so good then he leant foreword and kissed me, his other hand found
its way to my breasts. His kneading and pinching seemed to last for hours,
I was dripping from my boy clit and panting as he brought me off. He
stepped back and I turned taking his hand and licked it clean. I was dizzy
with the still rising surge of lust and horniness. The cum tingled on my
lips.  Frank smiled and picked up the coffee and the breakfast shake,I
stretched up to kiss him goodbye. I barely managed a "Mmmm, love you".With
a smile, Frank told me he would be back by Friday, no later, and we would
call, often.  I stood there looking at the door the taste of my cum in my
mouth and the really damp panty, letting the lust and horniness wash over
me.  I watched the lights of the Limo as it drove away. Reseting the house
alarm, with a bit of saddness, I decide to go back to bed for a bit. I 'll
call Emily later to let her know when to expect me. I really love my new
life.

      I slept for maybe an hour. I woke feeling sad and lonley, the bed was
too cold without Frank. My man was gone for at least 5 days. Sure we would
talk and sex text but I really craved the feel of him and his smell. Like
right now I could feel and smell him on me. I had to get moving, today was
going to be a busy day. Going to our huge walk in dressing room I stripped
and dropped the soiled soft pink baby doll and matching panty I was wearing
in the hamper.  A quick clean up in the bathroom and I went back to the
dressing room. My work out clothes were all from the Nike line. I had tried
some of the old stuff but the Nike fit better and I felt sexier in them,
sport bra, boy short underwear, a skin tight FIT T shirt, Low-rise work out
shorts, very flattering, ankle socks and my Nike Free Trainers. I was
lucky, despite my 6 foot height, a woman's size 9 shoe fit me. I quickly
pulled my black shoulder length hair back into a high pony tail, and my day
began. The first 30 minutes were yoga, I finished the hour on the
elliptical machine. The exercise energized me but I was sweaty so I
stripped for quick shower. As I washed all the naughty bits, I imagined
that Frank had come home. He hadn't, but I couldn't help myself. The sex
this morning was not going to be enough. One hand was yanking on my semi
hard cock. The other had a large pink gel dildo in it. I was craving a
release. While it wasn't Frank, Pink would do the trick. I could feel the
same stuffed sensations and Pink had the same non-stop rythm of Frank.. It
took only moments to penetrate my self, I was still lubed, I was riding the
sex train this morning, The dildo's vibrating head,with a bit of work,
clipped my prostate The constant horniness was stronger today and my not so
little Pink friend had found its target. As the first wave of pleasure
crashed over me I shuddered. No chance for a recovery today, the second
wave rolled over me. I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. Pink
was jammed in my ass pussy vibrating away. Waves of sexual frenzy washed
over me as I pinched and squeezed my nipples with one hand and stoked my
cock with the other. Just as the room was going dark I got the release and
the cum spurted out. I was cumming a lot now and each spurt sent waves of
pleasure washing through me. I had no strength left and I collapsed in a
twitching heap on the shower floor. I lay there on the shower floor warm
water spraying on me, cum dribbling out of my softening and twitching
cock. Pink was still buzzing inside me. Hands on my cock and breasts. As I
slowly came back to the land of the living I wished I had a picture of me
like that, I could have given that picture to Frank. The relief was
calming, I didn't know how I would last 5 days without Frank., yet my brain
was clear and I felt better. The shower took a bit longer as I had to
really clean all the naughty bits, including Pink and just as a precaution
I gave my self an enema.  As I dried my changing body and applied vanilla
scented body lotion, I took in my reflection in the mirror. My hair was cut
with bangs in the front and flowed down past my sholders, still damp, I
needed to blow dry and style it. The face, body and legs were all woman. My
how had I changed. I noticed for the first time that my never prominent
adams apple was gone. Even my cock was different. It was shorter and
thinner. My balls were almost gone. I could feel them pulling up tight to
my body. Smiling I skipped across to the bedroom door to begin my
day. First, a silk thong gaffe, a padded push bra that enhanced my growing
breasts, my nipples were definitely larger and puffy. Looking at the
clothing choices I picked something practical for my chores, a slightly too
small pink t shirt with a cheeky "BOY TOY" Logo and a black Nike "New
power" skirt.  I know these skirts are for tennis or running, but it works
for housework, they show off my legs. An Alice band to keep the hair back,
ankle sock lets, and a pair of Classic white Keds completed my ensemble.

     Stopping in the kitchen I re hydrate with lots of water, while fresh
coffee brewed. Breakfast was my special food supplement diet shake .Then
washing my pre-transition pills down with black coffee, I loaded the dish
washer and started my day cleaning the kitchen. . Before Frank I was not
domestic, now I got a thrill and feeling of pride from a clean, fresh
house. First I emptied the truck and added that stuff to the laundry.
Stripping the bed I remake it with new just washed cotton sheets. On to the
laundry. Cleaning the bathrooms is next. Using the central Vacuum I did all
the rooms. The dusting took longer than I thought, it always does.  We have
a service that comes in, but I feel this is part of my duty. I want to be
Franks partner, I have learnt from Emily that I need to make the house run
smoothly. Take away the stress, so I do. It was now 11:15 am, time for a
coffee and right then the phone rang, Emily. As I grabbed the phone, I
consciously checked my self in the hall mirror. The image was that of a
busy housewife, no sign of the old me there, Frank has seen to that.