A transgender, smoking involved, slightly twist ending story.

Yes! I'm a crossdresser Mum! in that one simple sentence, Alan was fully exposed in the worst possible manner, to his own mother in her house and in mostly her clothes.

And the smoking! she exclaimed, He felt more shame and embarrassment over this one, as for years he had been so vocal in trying to make her quit, yes, I smoke a little too Mum, but never when I am wearing my male clothes.

But you,,,,I?,,, you, Oh I can't think Alan, and she stormed out of the room.

This was the beginning for Alan and the end. He was frozen to the spot the cigarette burning in his hand unable to think, he took another long drag and exhaled toward the ceiling.

The weekend had been planned and looked forward to, with such meticulous care and attention to detail. His mother was due to go away for a long weekend to see family and he had the whole house to himself from Friday lunchtime till Monday teatime, but this was NOT how it had played out for him.
He had the clothes, he wanted, borrowed and his, the cosmetics, the wig, the breast forms everything in fact to become his alter ego, even a bottle of an expensive white Chardonnay was in the chiller, and so, at noon he had waved goodbye to Alice his mother, right on cue, as she left for the airport.

Alan had not "chosen" to be a crossdresser, as no-one does, it was within him, a burning need that made him feel "normal" feel "right" feel like he looked on the inside.
Alan was a 27 year old male, he had moved back home after working in another part of town when his company was forced to shut, thanks to the recession, and as a recently qualified interior designer, his company was a victim of the banking fiasco. He had been a crossdresser since his early teens and had quite a collection of items but none of them made him feel quite as feminine as his own mothers clothes as ones that a real genetic woman wore, or would wear, even though he had many identical pieces.

Alice? well she was a bright beautiful and youthful 44 year old who looked acted and dressed about half that age in fairness, and Alan adored how she looked and dressed and wanted, no, wished, prayed even, that he could be just like her. He dressed all through his teens and when he moved away continued much more freely and frequently by amassing his own double wardrobe much of this was still packed away in the garage attic for fear of being found out. He adored her elegance and her shape and had his own style almost to the point of being a twin of her.

The weekend was his big chance to release all that desire and need, and now it was his downfall, that Volcanic Ash had really cost him, possibly everything he had.

After the shock of the face-off calmed, his mother re-entered the room with a freshly lit cigarette and even though he was in mortal fear, part of him felt a true pang of jealousy looking at her in her beautiful suit.

She was the first to speak. "Why do you do it"
" I don't know really, I need to, I enjoy it,,,"
She interjected "So, are you gay then?"
"No! I do not do it for that"

She continued, "why then, what is the motivation for this, this, this,,, I can't think what to call it?" then said, "I did know you experimented a little when you were younger, but put it down to a phase, you must have become expert at concealment as I thought it passed"

Alan finally responded, "I adore looking like you do, I love the way the clothes fit, drape and fall, the movement and the way breasts move and feel on me, I can't explain it more that that"
Alice was getting bolder, so you like looking like a woman then?

Not just any woman thought Alan but caution erred and he simply agreed.

"OK then now tell me about how the Anti-smoking nark my son was, became what looked like a very accomplished and probably hooked, smoker?"

"Muuuummmmm!" was all that came out, but she persisted, he had to think of something and it then all came out in a blurt. "I wanted to be like you, to understand what you feel when smoking how you looked doing it made it seem so appealing that I put aside my disgust for it,I wanted,,,,,,"

"To be a copy of your own mother?" she finished the sentence astutely.

"I'm so so sorry" he said and finally he broke down a little.

Alice wasn't mad at Alan, she wanted to hug him right there as she felt his pain almost physically but needed him to express his inner true feelings to her to give her closure. This was a life changing event and for both of them, so she wanted to understand the detail.

Alice asked again, "so you prefer looking like me and acting like me?"

A long silence followed by simply, "yes, I do"

"Your life choice will be very difficult for you, it will be something that will cause you mental anguish if you continue" wise words from Alice that didn't fall on deaf ears as Alan adored being like his mother more than anything and was this an offer to let him continue?

"Your not mad then? but you don't want me to continue? I need to stop right?"

Alice sat down and lit another cigarette before throwing the pack to Alan, he blushed but she signalled to have one and right then need was so strong, he wanted it so lit a cigarette inhaling just like his mother a long cheek hollowing drag, after a few seconds it hit the spot.

"No" Alice said, "I think you cannot stop either, and if I kicked you out, apart from being a dreadful mother, you will continue in any case so I think you should try another way"

Alan felt excited and nervous, what was coming now? "I would like you to dress permanently for the next month as,, what's your girl name? would you be willing to try this?"
Alan hadn't given himself a name, in truth he had always stopped short of that and told her that, so Alice selected the name that she would have given Alan had he been born female, she said "OK Chloe" for the next month I want to give you the opportunity to live here as you are now, do you have enough outfits and underwear or do we girls need to shop?

"Yes and Yes" came Alan's response, and so Alice set to work on making Chloe look that little bit more passable by re-doing her cosmetics and sorting a lovely skirt and jumper to wear out to the mall.

Chloe's first trip with Alice was scary and frightening as it always was going to be but the two managed to look and feel so natural that Chloe was soon relaxing into the role as she found no one stopped no one stared no one really paid much notice.

She even had the courage to join Alice for a cigarette outside of the large Debenhams store and then she did spot how guys would watch discreetly, a notion she wasn't altogether comfortable with. After a lot of shops a lot of spending and a load of carrier bags, the loaded the car and the two drove for home.

By now it was getting late and both of them were tired, a lot had happened and been said in a short time and they both needed some thinking space. Alan however would find sleep difficult that night as he felt incredible excitement for the coming month more than the fear and dread of actually doing this role.

When Alan woke it was mid morning, the routine of not working had got him into the routine of sleeping in again, and when he ventured down to the kitchen his mother was finishing off on the phone.
"Morning sleepyhead, get yourself fed and ready for a long day" she said and he duly complied.

"We have a couple of places to go this morning and over lunch so wear jeans and a T shirt for now, oh and don't shave, we are going to have your beard growth looked at" Alan was perplexed, what was she meaning? he always kept his face ultra close shaven to take advantage of any opportunity to dress up.

They arrived at a beauty spa where she told him he was going to have a treatment on his facial hair, he didn't question it but after the laser removal process began he was racing in his mind about the impact on the return to being Alan at the months end.
After the course was over they had a few minutes to wait and Alice wanted a cigarette, " want one" she asked? Alan had never smoked as a male and didn't plan to change than now, but went with her for the company, "are you not addicted yet then" Alice continued, "No I don't think so" said Alan, He had never felt the cravings his mother so enjoyed and did often wonder how they would make him feel, but the stinging in his face and neck kept his attention more than the sight of Alice enjoying a needed cigarette.
It was then time for him to have his body waxed, everywhere and this was NOT a pleasant feeling for him but he figured no pain no gain, after finishing they stopped at the hair salon and a friend of Alice's pierced Alans ears.
"This female lark is very painful Mum"
"Well it is part of your month's regime but rest assured the worst is over,,,for now honey" Alice quipped.

After doing some shopping for food they returned home and Alice instructed Alan to retrieve his clothes, "ALL of them!" and to have a shower.

When that was done they had a process of transformation into Chloe and Alan sat bewitched as his mother applied moisturiser and foundation over his still red skin. This will show me what I am working with she told him and after the sensitivity subsides and redness goes will look far more natural.
Alan didn't argue he dressed in a beautiful knee length skirt and satin vest top, his freshly waxed skin tingled and when he put on his wig stood transfixed at the reflection in the mirror, he looked so much like his mother her gene's were strong in him and despite a male shape he could have quite happily stood in a line up to guess the gender.

Alice had been busy on the internet as well and over the next few days a waist cincher and a gaff arrived and in those two items alone Chloe took on shape and form, with the addition of a human hair lace cap wig, and silicone forms, Chloe was becoming much more real than the old Alan had ever achieved on his own.
Then there was the smoking, Alice wasn't prepared to let Chloe be around and not learn to smoke elegantly and like her, and so she gave him lessons on how she held and inhaled the smoke held the cigarette though this was something Chloe had practiced her instruction made it seem much more real. The drags were to be much longer and deeper, "Do it like you are a real smoker, the important part is the inhale" she told him "the exhale should involve you cocking your head and pursing your lips, look this way" as she exhaled a long cone toward the ceiling.

Chloe practiced but the strength of them would take a bit of getting used to and the quantity! as he had only ever had one or two a day, this was such a thrill and quickly his shyness of smoking in front of her wained as Chloe grew in confidence. Chloe did notice that first thing in the morning her mouth felt a little "raw" almost which she knew was down to the amount and strength of the smoke being consumed, Alice told her that it was her morning reminder of being a smoker and she would become accustomed to it, but secretly Chloe loved it, as it made her feel even more like Alice as a shared experience.
Chloe also noticed she had to clear her throat more often until she had a cigarette Alice knew this was more than clearing her throat but didn't mention it's real cause.

"It is only for the month isn't it" he asked at breakfast "I mean isn't this laser treatment is permanent?" Alice reassured him it would all be fine and he was not to worry. His skin was feeling far more normal again by this time and he did like not having to shave so hard each day, and his legs in a skirt, well they felt so shear, this month would fly past he feared.
The two set off for a lunch in town Chloe naturally nervous but in a conservative jacket and skirt with a plain white blouse that truly exposed the shape and curves of her lace gel bra and forms if not in sight the semi see through fabric did a wonderful job in creating the illusion of real female form.
Chloe smoked at the same pace as Alice and slowly the taste and feeling become more normal and by the second weekend, Chloe felt so at peace, that already dread was growing for the end of his "punishment"

It wasn't until they had been to the cinema near the end of the third week that Chloe emerged and was first to reach for a cigarette, Alice had a knowing grin as she accepted one of Chloe's and watched her cheek hollowing drag followed by a five second hold then exhale, she know Chloe was becoming a smoker if she hadn't already become one as her eyes were glazed in the pleasure of that moment.

Alice decided to probe it a little, "you seem to be enjoying that" she said, "Oh yes,,,,, I needed that" was all the answer Alice needed, "and you seem to be enjoying this experiment as Chloe too, maybe too much, do you want to stop? there is only a few days left" she teased Chloe's fearful eyes told Alice that she was having too much pleasure to go back to being Alan, ever, just as she had suspected, so decided to try a softer tease instead.
"Chloe, if you enjoy this so much, as it has been fun for me too to have a daughter why not just keep going, say another month? maybe two?"
Chloe was being teased and she knew it, "maybe? or I might just go back to being Alan!"

Alice was too wise for that, she know he didn't want to go back but wanted to go forward and that was the plan made. That evening the two had another frank and upbeat discussion, Chloe loved this new way of life, she had been made aware that after only a few weeks she was finally matching inside feeling with outer appearance, and she knew she had become hooked as each morning she woke "needing" a cigarette, it had moved so swiftly and enjoyably that from being as simple as one or two every few days, now, she was averaging 20 to 25 a day and even after an hour or so, felt those same feelings of need Alice had been experiencing for many many years, and who also loved it. It was strange she could no longer smell her own smoky smell any more, she had gotten used to how smoky she was after each cigarette but now, well now she just smelt her perfume. Alice told her this was another step in the process with smoking that it becomes a part of your being and you feel the non-smoker is the one missing out as they will never know the pleasure and delight of enjoying a cigarette as the need takes you. Chloe although new to it was very quickly understanding that the habit easy to pick up quickly took full control over you, and felt her penis stiffen at the thought of being held in nicotine's unforgiving and firm grasp.

Now, what happens next? Chloe was starting to wonder when Alice said that they had a meeting with a gender clinic to discuss how Alan as Chloe could move forward.
"If you are going to stay as Chloe, we need to know what is best to do about, you know, your obsolete parts,,,?" Chloe was a little mixed in feeling as she loved being herself as she had become, but didn't know how or what in particular to move on with.
The meeting was very reassuring after some initial hesitancy in those first few minutes a floodgate soon opened and Chloe talked and talked with the councillor and the first second and third sessions were text book, at the fourth meeting Alice was with Chloe and the councillor said that it would be a good time to start on a course of HRT, Chloe was to read up on the full implications in a booklet that was given to her and if she was ready take two tablets daily.
Naturally Chloe started almost as soon as they had the prescription filled and the feelings made her ecstatic inside, reassurance of being a woman externally to match her internal vision, however, her development was not the fastest nor the slowest and her body slowly took on a new more pleasing female shape and form, her emotions roller-coaster of tears and laughter followed a prescribed path and inner peace descended over her. After nine months her breasts were a full A+cup if not a B and she discovered that wearing even a T shirt was no longer something she could do with out a bra due to discomfort of rapid movement, just another little pleasure as she was a most womanly girl.

If Chloe was going to go further then she had to start earning and as a qualified Interior Designer, she could start working self employed from home, a website and some adverts later and Chloe had a meagre but growing list of clients and potential clients for home and office design work and the best part? no one suspected she was anything other than a young pretty woman.

Alice frequently commented that she almost never wore trousers, infact she didn't have a single pair of jeans, preferring a demure pleated skirt and top to almost anything, this made Chloe look more than her 29 years but pleased her so Alice was pleased. Never going out in plain clothes established her with her clients too as she was never less than elegant and knew her craft of design inside out.
Alice asked her one day about this, Chloe told her that as a man anything goes but as a woman she felt it her obligation to be pretty and feminine at all times and even round the house was always immaculately turned out. Of course elegant women smoked as role models in Holywood and indeed almost everywhere could be seen smoking and Chloe was gripped by her passion to smoke and tried to always let it be known in her style that she too was that which she aimed to be.

Alice seemed to enjoy watching Chloe evolve as the HRT and the ongoing councilling expanded Chloe's horizons she had developed a buxom figure and Alice often commented that she had a better figure than she did to Chloe's inner delight, she had found a new appetite for food also and that combined with the hormones gave her a beautiful curving waist, and genuine pert breasts that Chloe found uncomfortable if not supported in a bra, but to gain the figure she dreamed of would mean surgery, and both of them knew that to wait for this would not be what Chloe wanted and so with her new income growing healthily, she told her councillor that she planned to fully transition. This was a big and bold step for Chloe but one that was a natural progression on from living as a woman to becoming one, she cleared a ten week gap in her schedule to have several procedures done, the biggest of them was gender re-assignment.

Operation day dawned and Chloe and Alice checked in at the private clinic, the outline was full SRS, breast, and facial feminisation a major step and one longed for as the hormones had long since rendered her male parts useless.

Recuperation was long and tedious but her new body had curves in all the right places her face now unrecognisable from her 27 years as Alan and for her 30th birthday Chloe celebrated on a cruise as a woman, legally in the eyes of the world and in her own eyes which was arguably the more important factor.

She had returned to her working and had converted the garage into a beautiful office suite where, naturally she would design and operate from able to indulge her design passion.

The surgery only made Chloe more elegant and she had worked on her deportment ensuring that her new sashay was as much a feature as a cigarette when she walked around the city, she turned heads too, often but as yet had never once thought of being anything other than single, she was still more attracted to women somehow?

It was at the flat of a new client one afternoon a woman called Liz Farley, that she made a very unusual discovery, Chloe was discussing the project and the designs and Liz seemed more interested in Chloe, the tow talked and it became clear Liz was flirting with her, Chloe was out her depth but enjoyed the attention but Liz was "very" attentive. After the meeting was over Chloe was offered a glass of wine and accepted on the glass patio of the flat overlooking the river, Liz coyly asked if Chloe minded if she smoked and Chloe enthusiastically encouraged her and admitted to being a smoker as well, the two seemed quite comfortable and talk progressed to an invite to stay for dinner, and Chloe and Liz had a long lazy meal that was way too informal for mere business.
When she was ready to leave, Liz kissed her on the cheek and there was that lifetime long second where both of them seemed to want more but not know how, and it was Chloe who took the first step and kissed her again on the lips a very soft sensuous kiss, the taste of her cigarettes in Chloe's lips was intoxicating and Liz asked to see her again on the following Saturday,,, for lunch?

When Alice heard she was speechless, as she had sort of assumed Chloe would find male company more her thing but didn't show any disapproval, as this was another step another twist in the evolution from having a son to,,,,,,,,,,

Liz and Chloe spent as much time together as their bust schedules allowed over the passing days and weeks and they became truly bonded and lovers. It was only initially uncomfortable as the two presented themselves to Alice for the first time, Liz was far more feminine than Alice expected and was certainly not a woman you would have thought as a lesbian, but Alice could feel her love for Chloe and he total devotion won Alice easily over.

Life seemed to be settling down with Chloe after the turbulent time they had spent in the transition, her figure blossomed and eased into her now complete life.

End.

A story about a young man who loves to dress and act much much older with help from his best friend then unexpectedly from his mother, his dreams are set to come true.

Living and growing up in a small Scottish town hadn't been that easy for Kenneth, the only son born to his loving parents, they were older than the other parents as he grew and were both in their fifties as Kenneth approached his 18th birthday. He lived in a lovely secluded bungalow bought from the proceeds of his fathers career in the banking profession and selling mortgages, they were not rich but they were much more than comfortable, Kenneth hadn't many good friends as most of the local boys were football daft and Kenneth was not, he liked much more gentle pursuits, and he had stayed slender by desire not accident.

The reason Kenneth found it so tough growing up was his inner love of cross dressing, he had for so long suppressed it and felt shame but with his Christmas present of a new laptop and broadband had found websites and virtual friends who understood him and welcomed his cross dressing side, this made him bolder and more adventurous and a local outlet store had enabled him to collect several outfits make-up and when he was feeling at his most bold, wig's from the local City, Glasgow, paid for from his part time job's made his secret side much much more real.

The house Kenneth shared with his parents, was not massive but he did get a lot of time to himself since leaving school and taking his gap year, the rear garden was private and secluded and shaded from the wind rather well, a factor that had great benefit for Kenneth, while dressed, as he had for as long as he could recall had a huge smoking fetish while and only in truth dressing as his alter ego Gail, like the dressing the smoking was a conflict to Kenneth initially until he found active encouragement from his new spectrum of friends in the internet and he had become fully accustomed to smoking and adored the sensation.

It wasn't always that way however, it had taken months to get the courage up first, then to try it and despite desperately wanting to, the taste at first was so unpleasant to him he was upset he would never become his strongest desire a of a helplessly addicted smoking woman.

Kenneth had really only one true and real friend, his next door neighbour a girl called Kim, she and Kenneth had grown up together and since their mid-teens a platonic friendship had grown deep matured as Kim, knew Kenneth's secret as she had noticed him looking at her clothes, touching them as they hung in the wardrobe when he was at her house, and, inevitably Kim caught him as she walked in on him one day. Being a true friend however Kim adopted the new best friend approach rather than screaming and running, and Kenneth was eternally grateful of this. Kim also shared his smoking passion and as she blossomed into a smoker, she taught Kenneth the proper manner and style, Kim herself had a grace and elegance Kenneth ached to portray, but he was less interested in her style and youth, Kenneth was much more a mature curavcious woman inside and they often joked that Kenneth loved looking as though he was a 40 year old business woman not an 18 year old boy. It was this reason that he and Kim had the most deep of relations, almost like a Mother and daughter would have had as she confided all sorts to Gail that would have been difficult to do with Kenneth even, purely platonic but pure in its fullest sense, the two were totally comfortable with Gail and Kim, and they often imagived scenarios of being out together and all about the adventures they could have, which made Kenneth all the more passionate about Gail's development.

Kenneths clothing style, well it were to wear knee length skirts, A-line skirts naturally formed curves and were a firm favourite, then the soft satin of the blouses, full cup lace bra's french knickers and control top hose to act as a gaff and create his smooth abdomen. He also loved to wear home made padding to create the illusion of larger hips, and buttocks and even a belly protruding out the skirt this accentuated his narrower shoulders and his home made breast forms and completed his ideal image. On the days he had time to fully indulge his passion he was very able to recreate a womanly figure and one that no-one would easily think hid a teenage boy inside.
Kenneth always used make up to age his looks too, and always wore very heavy foundation and eye shadow, blusher, as he tried so hard to age himself visually.

Once he was fully transformed he would slip out the rear door and enjoy his passion for smoking, the taste once so horrible now so integrated into his persona, the time he spent as Kenneth was getting more and more uncomfortable and unpleasant, the less he wanted to be Kenneth, he wanted to become Gail, he had a whole life made up as her, she was or would be a receptionist, he had worked long and hard on her voice, polite, well spoken naturally but as a mature woman "smoking for 25 years" as his fantasy woman would have had this woman would already have had a lower tone and smoke roughened edge that he would practice, so he could do a very convincing voice, Kim would often praise him for it.

As the time passed his love affair as Gail become all consuming and Kim and he would shop for larger clothes and hide them in his room, so that he could dress in his true style and not risk damaging his mothers outfits. He had everything from underwear to an overcoat, it's amazing what a few pounds will buy you in charity shops, and as time passed his boldness was growing to venture further than his rear garden, but sadly his situation never allowed this to happen, until a series of events that unfolded that would begin the change of everything for Kenneth as Gail.

Kenneths father had become ill, a very fast and much very unforeseen illness had first seemed so simple, a virus even, then became a hospital case and after several tests and scans and without going into gory detail, Kenneth and his mother lost their father to the illness, it had been cancer, undetected and silently it robbed them of father and husband.
After the funeral and the pain of loss, life slowly settled back again into a lost silent world of grief and if anything it brought Kenneth closer to his mother, Kim remained his crutch and she continued to assist and support him in becoming Gail whenever she could. Kenneth drew much strength in his escape as Gail and used to take every chance he could to dress and feel some solace.

It was many weeks later that his mother was clearing out his fathers clothes and made a simple innocent remark to Kenneth, one that would turn his world upside down, she asked him why he didn't get changed and let her see him as he really was? He was dumbstruck, but his mother continued, she had seen the clothes, noticed the smoky smells when she had come home and after a while had made the connection. Was he gay? she asked, No! an emphatic answer, "why do you do this then?" she went on not letting it drop.
His mother asked again, "are you attracted to men is this the reason you dress?" Kenneth broke down, he was heartbroken and didn't know what to say, so simply, the truth was the easiest way forward.
His mother listened and didn't interrupt other than to nod somehow approvingly. His mother lit a cigarette and just sat thinking, he admired how she looked, so elegant, so experienced, so mature, he broke down again. His mother sat looking at him and, as she spoke at last, "so when did you start smoking? is it all the time?" No! well I mean not all the time, but when I dress I think it makes me look more of the way I feel inside,,,, more feminine, a bit like you,,,, I don't know I'm so sorry"
She replied "smoking isn't something I do to look feminine it is something I do because I am addicted, and that is a factor I guess hasn't got to you yet, but it will Kenneth, so I ask you to think very carefully, it is so easy to start smoking but can be impossibly hard to quit, you father was able to, I was never able such is addiction" Kenneth was feeling himself getting aroused at these thoughts as secretly it was what he wanted, he longed to be able to feel a craving and to utter the excuses of needing a cigarette, and these feelings were obviously transparent to his mother as she said to him,
"once you smoke daily even a few cigarettes, your body becomes dependant on them, then you start to crave and once you have that first craving, it's too late Kenneth, I think you have a choice to make with your short term future just as Kim has done.

At that the sermon was over hs mother gave him a hug and thought some more then, "Well if you like life choice so much then, I would really like to meet your other self, can I" she enquired.
Kenneth knew he was backed into a corner, he wanted to open up and tell everything and share but he was feeling really humiliated and hugely embarrassed too, but as his mother was so calm and relaxed he also felt a strong desire to let her meet Gail. Slowly he nodded and agreed.
His mother asked for him to dress just as he normally liked to fully and completely and Kenneth knew she had found everything of his stash so when she said to him to "do it properly, if I am to gain a daughter I want to meet her as she truly is" at that she left the room, but leaving her ashtray that she had brought in. In closing she said at the door, " just ask if you need help with anything, I will be in the lounge"

Kenneths heart pounded in his chest he was scared excited and frozen with fear all at once but a part of his inner being wanted to go through with it, and so, he changed. He undressed, then applied his make-up making sure to look as feminine as he could, he put on his underwear and then to that added the soft padding for his hip's thighs and belly he had so carefully designed from old clothes and foam.
He put on a Navy soft flowing skirt and a pale blue blouse, then carefully put on his brown bobbed wig he loved so much. He kept eyeing the ashtray his mother had left and BOY! did he want or rather, need one right now but, how could he?????

Eventually his self desired craving's forced him to take a cigarette and light it, the smoke filling him with a calmness as he knew that this afternoon his life would change forever potentially!

As he finished the cigarette, he left his room and was immediately greeted by his mother smiling at him as he walked in the lounge room door, she stood up and walked all around him, and was genuinely surprised how accomplished his style had become, she retrieved her cigarettes and offered him one, he was still embarrassed to the core but she insisted so, he got his own pack of milder cigarettes took one then lit it and the two sat and had the first real in-depth conversation they had had in some time.

Kenneths mother was almost marvelling at her son's new appearance, she told him over and over that he was flawless and she thought no one would ever tell if they met him that he wasn't a genetic woman, she estimated he looked maybe late 30's and would be older if he tried other things she could show him.

She asked if it had been Kim that had started him smoking? he told her it was part of his being to become an older looking woman as he admired her style so much, "so it's my doing then?" she mused, well Kenneth was here, dressed smoking, "do you have a name?" Gail he stammered out. Well Gail lets see what we can do now she said.
After a lot of talking as the hours flew past Kenneth relaxed and began to almost stop being her son and become more the true persona of Gail, his mother relaxed as ever, was almost encouraging him to explore this side of himself so much that when Kim walked in it came as no great shock to either of them, and she joined them for something to eat as the three then began to discuss how things are going to be from now on.

Next morning Kenneth woke when his mother woke him, she told him to shower shave and only to dress as Gail and wait for her, she was going out for an hour. He did so, had a coffee and found a packet of cigarettes in the kitchen with his cup. He eagerly lit the first cigarette of the morning and felt the buzz of the nicotine, ease him into what would no doubt be a very strange day to come.
His mother arrived back with several bags, a real treat then ensued.

New outfits, fresh new cosmetics, new underwear, he sat open mouthed at this enthusiasm for his crossdressing secret, his mother complimented him on his choice of outfit that morning but told him that he would need to work of his coordination and style for a more mature woman, and she was going to help.
After more than an hour of pampering Gail wore a beautiful angora woollen top and cardigan twin-set with a soft jersey 3/4 length skirt that truly accentuated her ample but albeit false figure, her shoes were no longer stiletto's but a cube heel three inch court shoe, far more becoming a woman "her age"
All the while they were talking about his desire and or love of being Gail, and his increasing dislike of being Kenneth, he explained that he felt happy only when he could be fully dressed and his sadness at having to return to male form.

After having lunch his mother asked if he would like to go out with her, he was once again shocked and upset, but she assured him that he would have no difficulty in passing and if he would let her help him then she promised that a short trip out would do him a world of good. Gail was so nervous but did secretly want to go out, so he agreed. After a further trip to the bathroom to improve on his make-up and cover his neck, very convincingly he had to admit, and selecting some of the clothes she had just bought, he had enough courage to agree to a trip in the car.

His trip was to a small town a couple of hours away, his mother did her best to comfort him as his nerves grew, he asked if he could have a cigarette which she happily agreed to and this helped his growing fears of being exposed as a guy in a skirt!
When they arrived he emerged shyly from the car and looked at his mother painfully. This was not going to be an easy step but one he was quite excited about too, and they wandered around the small town with not a single glare or stare to be seen, by the half way point he had started to relax some and found himself enjoying the experience. They had coffee in a small tearoom and gradually Kenneth realised he was able to pass rather well.
On returning home, his mother asked why he enjoyed being older so much when he could easily dress and have the figure of a much younger woman, he explained that the elegance and maturity was his desire and he had adored wearing all the hip and tummy padding so much he didn't want to remove it at days end, ever!
His mother listened then, in a measured way asked the ultimate question, if he could, would he prefer to live and remain as a female, as Gail? almost instinctively he answered yes and at that point his mother knew Kenneth was never going to return, and Gail would be her new daughter, or sister even? It was the manner of his answer that told his mother the depth of passion in Gail as a woman. This thought process though, involved making some fairly life altering choices for Kenneth to become Gail, and inside while excited and even aroused at the prospect, some nerves were natural. He simply didn't want to take the clothes off or be a boy, Kim and his mother saw that with crystal clarity and, so it was, Gail became permanently present. After a few days of clearing every part of his male clothing out, carefully and meticulously re-stocking with his style of womans clothes, the bedroom itself once blue, became pink and white, the dresser, newly bought, quickly filled with silk panties hose and make up as she shopped daily for a week to transform her wardrobe fully.
It took Gail time to get used to having long nails and once grown everything took a new skill from putting on clothes to typing to eating at times he wondered how women coped but eventually he became at one with these new painted and shaped features of womanhood, even his toes didn't escape as they were painted too and maintaining them became anther rite of passage absorbed into her being. Growing her hair out seemed the longest process but after a few weeks it could be styled enough to dispense with the wigs until it grew into Gails desired length and style, till then, his mother ventured, a trip to the wig store in Glasgow, to buy a human hair one would be the best plan. The woman in the store was most helpful and non-judgemental and  £300 later Gail left with a totally convincing dark blonde wig. This simple addition made her feel so much better and looked as natural as her own mothers, adding to her confidence all the more.

Now she visibly resembled the person she ached to become, her desires grew daily, as did her passion as a smoker, Gail now had the chance to indulge and smoke daily, and the once horrible taste was growing on her, and imperceptibly, as her mother noticed that most, knowing the addictive power smoking has, she knew Gail was destined to be a full time smoker, the addiction crept up on Gail easily and the event of smoking daily became integrated, almost unthinking, she even switched brands to a far stronger one too, the same as her mothers and as she passed the pack per day level, she was finding a need to have one rather than to act it out another factor of being Gail that so pleased her. To sit on the sofa watching television smoking with a glass of wine a few short moths before, unthinkable, was the daily routine as she stroked her body and absorbed each moment feeling her way into what she was desperate to be.

In the neighbourhood where they lived, it was so quiet no-one even noticed the disappearance of Kenneth and those who commented about Gail, the only one or two, thought her sister had move in after the death of Gails father for company, this was the perfect scenario for Gails new life to emerge permanently. Using food at first to gain weight Gail was determined to fully become Gail and to fill her outfits herself rather than with foam padding.

Gails first winter wardrobe was truly stunning, a whole array of clothes never experienced, a long camel coat that sat below her knees, fitted with her nude colour tights, and her skirts so smartly then, there were the gloves, the softest leather gloves that women wear, what a feeling, was it possible to be so aroused by wearing clothes alone? Gail certainly felt so, she felt so good but wished the padding were real flesh instead of stripping it all away each night?

Very soon after that, Kenneth made an appointment with his doctor and together with his mother and Kim for support, he told the doctor of his innermost wishes desires and feelings, the doctor a woman in her late 30's was marvellous, she didn't offer any hesitation in referring Kenneth, or rather Gail to see a psychologist.
The first visit was fraught as you can imagine as Gail was fully dressed and wore her padding a feature that had become a morning ritual for him now, and he entered a series of meetings with her to explore the sincerity of her innermost being and desire, and after a few long months he was put on a series of HRT drugs. The effects slow at first then started to have the desired effect as his nipples grew ever more sensitive and his body mass and fat deposits began to slowly adapt and change.
Kim was first to notice that he was really filling out the bra's much more now and that soon he would be able to remove the silicone forms and move to fillet's, he was so much happier despite the mood swings and ever more sensitive emotions he felt, but his conviction to becoming a woman never dwindled and as he found his skin softening and changing he saw for himself the soft curves of his hips and thicker thighs emerge.
Not satisfied he decided that the only way of truly satisfying his need was to gain weight and so he then set out to explore the world of steroids and weight gaining. This wasn't easy in a small Scottish town naturally but the internet again came up trumps and he played the game of russian roulette and took a 12 week course of steroids that were intended for body builders and the like but would actually assist him in gaining fat tissue. A very risky ploy but one that after three months had very visible effects as his waist sort of remained his tummy filled wonderfully as did his thighs and he had a very pronounced pear shape. Gails body had such softness that it bounced and jiggled as she walked ever so slightly and she really began to properly fill size 12 clothes with no need to use the padding any more, she tingled inside with glee at this and knew inside this was the path to true blissful happiness.

Gails psychologist was not quite so impressed but as he never admitted his course of action to her she could not fully criticise only that he had developed most quickly, and as such she would refer him on to the next stage in the process an appointment at a gender clinic in Edinburgh.
Gail was naturally ecstatic and was so excited by this that he would finally be able to transition, Kim always at his side appeared more like a daughter and indeed on may trips out the two had been mistaken for them, as Gail wore the trimmings and attire of a 40 year old her youthful face softer with the new layer of fat had almost aged with his wishes, to the point that he had even started to apply for some jobs around him to earn pin money as with his fathers passing money had ceased to be a real issue for him and his mother.
Gail was interviewed and offered the position of part time receptionist at a local hotel, the interview process was nerve racking and the Assistant Manager conducting the interviews asked Gail if she wanted to discuss anything and she was compelled to own up, this was a dangerous act if it had gone wrong, but the Assistant Manageress, was not phased was aware of gender rights and still made Gail feel so good, when she said that the job was hers if she wanted it.

Gail did, naturally, and in very quick order became a part of the furniture there, a warm smiling welcome from the voluptuous Gail, made guests and staff alike feel so at ease and the uniform of a grey waist length jacket and knee length pencil skirt with a plain white blouse, ensured every workday felt like paradise.

Kim would frequently visit him at lunchtimes as she worked close by at the Solicitors and the two would even travel in to the town by train together, never did he feel out of place or uncomfortable in his new body.
As a gorgeous size 12/14 Gail loved to shop and with his mother and Kim, they spent hours trying on outfits and wandering around the city. Gail had gained so much pleasure from her smoking with them that the habit so hard to begin and start with was his daily fix of pure delight, the hooks of the nicotine had firmly caught up with him and he loved the feeling of each craving, it had him in it's grasp as his stamina and fitness, equalled that of his outward feminine appearance the least exertion left him breathless, another pleasure he treasured as a true part of his new being, the look of a fresh cigarette in her hand as she walked, and more so in the cold of winter was an aphrodisiac to her, and where once she struggled was now on every breath, added a certain something to each days pleasure.

Gail would always now wear very stylish mature style, glasses, and had gotten quite accustomed to the lenses once only used for reading, they were now a total part of his daily wear and he felt quite blind without them, at work a delicate pair worn on a neck chain so befitting the elegant middle age woman he had worked to become.

It was then with a little shocked surprise one day when the assistant next to Gail pointed out that the distinguished and regular Mr Ross had been "so checking her out" she was caught completely off guard, never once had Gail ever thought about a relationship with a man and perhaps now was the time to take stock with surgery closing in.
His last session with the psychologist pre-surgery he raised the matter of relationships again a subject that they had touched on but Gail dismissed early on, this was to be a very revealing conversation as indeed the whole psyche and mind set Gail had was so much more receptive to the possibility of maybe, possibly meeting a partner and the issues that would raise for Gail. It was not impossible that he could meet a person that would be attracted to her as a TG woman and indeed many have gone on to have long and deep relations, she had to do some real soul searching, as it had never been the intention to settle down or even date but in a few short weeks Gail would be at least externally, "all woman"

Gail's mother was still perplexed at why he wanted to discard 20 years of appearance in becoming what many would describe as an overweight older woman, but Gail was so keen to put on weight to become her new size and shape her mother banished the thoughts, Kim simply accepted her as she was and they were so close it would have made no difference in any case.

The surgery was genuinely quite rough, rather painful, and left her feeling uncomfortable, but the result was incredible, full gender reassignment with a breast augmentation and rhinoplasty nose job and finally electrolysis on the remaining facial hair, the result? he had a beautiful smooth abdomen the weight so intentionally gained only made it more beautiful to her eyes and her now D cup breasts sat so prettily and heavily on her chest, in the shower some weeks later after the pain had left her and the excitement of her new form was there to see, she discovered that she could have the most sensual orgasms playing with the newly formed clitoris and the excitement shot through her. She also had the first ever thoughts of what it might be like if a man were inside her, what would she feel, how would she behave as a male she was a virgin as a female she was starting to feel more and more horny to understand herself fully she wondered if having sex as a woman would finally complete her?
Her hair now naturally grown sat touching on her shoulders curled under thick and in a beautiful rich auburn brown, and had been given the slightest highlights of a natural silver-grey, the day she had this done, a first experiment Gail wanted to make herself older still without going too far and her stylist who had known her since those earliest days was magnificent, gently styling her hair very similar to her mothers and then tinting her fresh style just subtly enough to be genuinely grey. When she got home, she started at the full length mirror in her room and could only see a 40 year old slightly overweight woman, her mother standing beside her could have easily been an elder sister so convincing was her appearance, she continued to enjoy gaining weight, as a middle age spread, and her curves were lusciously full and very rounded, she giggled as she walked and had the smallest of double chin's and simple as it sounds this sent waves of pleasure through her soul, put simply there was no hint of the 22 year old male he was inside.

Gails mother was a rock she had supported and helped her bloom and he felt so comfortable whether pottering around the garden shopping wearing slacks and a t shirt, they had developed an almost sisterly relationship through time and with Kim as an almost adopted niece Gail had the deep satisfaction at last she had longed for. When they were out the feeling was deep and the love she felt for her daughter meant she did everything to assist in her transition to womanhood.

Gail was on reception as usual when Mr Ross arrived for his two night stay, she greeted him and he smiled so warmly, and said how glad he was to see her after her absence, Gail blushed and was shy, he persisted that he only stayed at their hotel because of her warm smile, she was lost for words, and could only mumble "well you don't know me that well then" It was his turn to blush as he whispered "what time do you finish would you join me for a night cap?" Gail was really out her depth but something made her say 8 o'clock, and so he insisted on buying her a drink.

Mr Ross, or David, was from the North of England and had a small business of his own they chatted for hours and Gail relaxed and felt a warmth in his company, and after a couple of drinks he said he would like to see her,,, maybe for dinner? Gail wanted to run wanted to say yes but took a moment and then, she agreed. Back at home Kim and her mother listened with baited breath, could it be Gail was going on her first date?

Next day was spent bathing, shaving legs and private parts, primping and preparing for that evening and Gail left for work with Kim as usual, with butterflies the size of elephants in her stomach if she touched up her make up once she did so a dozen times. At 5.30pm David Ross returned to the hotel and after showering and waiting for Gail to finish presented her with a small bouquet of roses, and they set off in his Mercedes for a wonderful meal at a nearby Restaurant. David was also a smoker, and Gail was so relieved as they had a cigarette outside the restaurant, the meal it seemed lasted forever it but was over in a flash and she was truly relaxed, as they enjoyed a cigarette after the meal David asked about seeing her again and she happily accepted, so the next week when he returned they would dine together again.

Gail knew that disclosure was the only way forward but as the staff where she worked with one exception knew nothing of her male past, this could ruin absolutely everything for her, but she could not deceive David for long as she too was getting the strong urge to go further, and so she decided that the only thing to do was to explain everything, next meeting, next time.

The conversation was strained and David was naturally concerned, he knew she was upset over something but had the dignity to allow Gail to take the time to open up, when she did, she was more than shocked at his reaction, David told her that he had genuinely suspected something about her was strange or different in some way, possible even in his mind thought that she had been a transsexual but was stunned it had only been an operable final act, so recently.

He wasn't put off as such, but had so many questions for her as his real shock came at finding out he would be a mere 23 next birthday however, and that did cause a most uncomfortable shuffling of feet. It was obvious that David liked Gail very very much, if they were going to go forward, how would his age affect her? he was 44 and well past the bloom of youth by a long way, she was just beginning, this would be complicated, they needed time together to explore each other much more than fleeting dinners would allow. He kissed her first gently, then a second deeper and far more passionate and she felt herself go weak, as the sensation flushed over her in a wave of pleasure, so, Gail "was" attracted to men after all her relief and joy caused a shiver to run down her spine, she reciprocated in the kiss willingly and he pulled her closer and held her soft body to his, she also felt he was more than a little "excited" at their kiss but didn't let it spoil their moment together.

A plan was needed to get to know one another and it was thought between them that a weekend away together in the Lakes might be what was needed, and after some planning by David that a hotel was chosen, one that was actually popular for wedding's with large coluntry gardens stunning lake views and surrounded by the mountains so synonymous with Cumbria.

The big day dawned and after hardly sleeping the entire night before, Gail gingerly packed a suitcase, and with a suitbag for her evening outfits a flight case for her make up, and together with David, the drove the two hour motorway run to Penrith then West over the A66 past Keswick down to beautiful Boness-on-Windermere.

Arriving just after lunchtime the two settled in to spend a weekend in a lovely lakeside hotel in Windermere, in her natural manner, she behaved felt looked and acted so mature at times he felt that he was the junior, as he was flushed with romance and she always looked so beautiful to her that after the first night, Gail and he decided to take things on, as being a true gentleman David booked separate rooms at the hotel, quite unexpected by Gail but typical of David's attentive caring nature and indeed it was his care and attentiveness that simply made Gail putty in his hands.

That night she wore a beautiful and very expensive Berkertex soft peach suit skirt that truly accentuated her ample figure, it caressed her legs as she walked the short distance down hotel corridors to the lounge bar area where David expectantly sat, worn with a satin matching blouse and longer 3/4 length jacket wrap, she felt so glamerous and feminine, she took such care in applying her make up and after being "fashionably late" emerged to an open mouthed David. Having a glass of real Ale, the pair had time for Gail to join him with a Gin & Tonic, in a tall glass with lots of ice and a slice of lime, in the short wait for their table. She had to have a cigarette as did David and this added to the alcohol to shake off the last of the nerves she naturally had been feeling all day.

There first night together sexually was admittedly rather awkward, naturally, and David understood that as a virgin even more so now, as a woman, she had to learn much and he was a willing teacher, he gently caressed and touched every inch of her body, and spoke his admission for the love of her gorgeous curves he explored and touched excited her to dizziness, so, when the time came, their passion rose and she capitulated to his aroused member and willingly became,,,,,,, a woman at last, her orgasm was stronger than any before and she glowed.

Her first post coital cigarette was incredible and she knew her long and winding path had reached a conclusion, and a new beginning all at once.

This is my first ever fetish story it is fictitious, and features smoking fetish and transgender content in a gentle way.

Hi I am Gillian, I have been smoking for ten years and wanted to share how I became a smoker and a woman. I grew up as a boy with my Mother (my Father left a few years after I was born and I cannot remember him much) My life was normal growing up with a heavy smoking mother and I progressed through school as a non-smoker and University too, till I was 25. I had never had a regular girl friend they all tended to end up as friends, that sort of thing, a gentle never pushy type really, and I was slight to say the least as a guy, in fact, I was bullied at the local school for always being slightly effeminate and in truth I used to regularly crossdress, yes I was a transvestite but had never thought of becoming a woman. I was a regular attendee at the local gym had a very slender female UK size 8 or on occasion size 10 figure always eat well, and looked after myself quite well in a rather different manner to my mother who used smoking rather than exercise to stay in shape. My mother was a size 12 but looked best in a glorious 14 and always dressed immaculately well due to owning and running a fashion shop. her style being longer lenght pastel jacket, skirt suits with matching tops in again a flattering same shade or white.
It had been a constant discussion and bone of contention with me to try to persuade her to quit and it was after one such long heated debate that it all really began in earnest. I have always hated her smoking, and had tried on so many occasions to dissuade her with all the usual tricks and pleads but each time it fell on deaf ears, my mother was a strong person, strong willed, and she told me unless I tried it don't knock it as once you start you would never wish to stop! I was not convinced and do admit I did have one or two due to peer pressure in my early teens with the as it was just the usual peer pressure thing, I quickly decided that I loathed it even more as I hated it the taste and feel. Urgh!!!

So, it was one evening when I was in a particularly foul mood, that I lashed out, she had one of her friends over and they were smoking as usual in the lounge and I was studying for an exam at night-school as we were working together in a small clothes shop she has in our local town, so I had a hissy fit, and gave them the usual abuse about passive smoking and lack of respect and understanding.
They were a little annoyed and in truth so was I, as it was out of character for me to be quite so obnoxious. After her friend left, my mother came back in and sat me down, I got a lecture about manners and well, she talked through a deal with me.
Before you can criticise and tell me to quit for good you should really experience being in my shoes as I love being a smoker and always have since my mother started me when I was 17. If you agree to start smoking with me for a period of say six months to a year, let me be a role model for diet clothes and physique, match me cigarette for cigarette in that period, then choose to, I will absolutely quit! the words were a bit of a shock, I was no innocent child here, I knew smoking was very addictive as did my mother, but, in a fit of desire to make her quit, I agreed, then immediately panicked! She then made my world totally collapse by revealing she knew that I had been dressing in some of her clothes and had known for quite some time, especially since I moved back home a couple of years after University finished. I was mortified, frozen in the spot, I always believed it was so well hidden that she would never know. She did, she knew where my stash was hidden even though it was incredibly well done! and she knew I had several wigs make-up and underwear including pantyhose or tights as we call them.
We talked for hours and she said that if I agree, why not be more open with my love of cross dressing also, and let her dress me and style me, I was asked or more, cross examined about being a transvestite almost every aspect, about what I was feeling inside and was I attracted to men,, NO!!! Mother! for goodness sake too much information here,,,I already had a longish, hair style she reckoned could be cut and styled initially plus she had a friend that sold natural hair wigs with a lace cap, that could easily pass for real hair were I to go with her plans.
It was all too much for me, I broke down I felt I was such a let down to her not being the man I thought she saw me as. But, no. She was insistant . Her plans were setting up to create a daughter, or for now my "cousin" to swap homes so to speak, I wasn't going anywhere but it suited the need for my dissapearance for this "short time"

She said OK, I will first make a few arrangements in advance of the deal, then we will discuss this further. I was in a flat spin, what had I got into or what would I get in to? I was equally strong willed and I thought I would easily get through this and make my Mum stop forever. But, I was also equally excited about the prospect of being able to wear and experience real womens wear, as I also earned money part time in the shop, I guess where she saw my attraction to the clothing from?

Nothing was said for a day or so then one afternoon when we finished work one of her friends met up with us and we had a light meal and travelled home together for the evening, nothing unusual in this but, when we arrived, her friend and mum started to talk about the conversation over my starting, I was sat down, and they explained about the deal, I had to change my wardrobe completely to female, then shave fully wear a gorgeous gel filled bra set she gave me and, learn to smoke! match my mother every day for six months, then choose, was that OK? I protested that I hated it the taste, the smell the feel, but they said I should relax, and listen to her friend very carefully.

This is where I can only suspect matters, as her friend produced a small spiral flat disc with lines converging to the central spot and placed it on the table, it looked like a regular ornament and I was instructed to watch till I saw the outer ring spin. I was told it was to relax me and I was to stare at the centre of the disc and relax, relax,,,,reeelllaaaxxxxx

I suspect I was hypnotised by my mum's friend but neither will admit to this, however I was aware that after I noticed time it was a good hour after I had last looked, but it felt like seconds in truth.

At the point I became aware of my surroundings again, my mother told me to go shower shave my face properly (not hard I had never had a massive growth) my legs genital area and armpits, chest, and then put on the outfit laid out on her bed, then she would assist me in putting on make up, my first real experience of what it would look like, brush my teeth, and use the strong mouthwash for a good long swish in my mouth, it would make things "easier" I was in a bullish mood and did so, Once I had completed the exercise I was in a lovely 3/4 length A-line skirt and soft peach blouse, had sheer hose over my now silk panties, that hid a gaff, a camisole over my very real feeling bra inside which were soft silicone gel packs, and I wore full make up, like an Air-hostess! Once I was dressed and made-up, I stood looking at the person before me in the mirror, The fact I was used to dressing didn't detract from an inner warth that flooded me I felt so much more "real" I had worn clothes before but tonight it felt that I became more than a guy in a dress I felt absolute joy over my fear and embarrassment, total utter joy, it was sinfully wonderfully incredible. I mean I was used to checking myself out but this time the padding and tucking were just so much more real, the bra was exquisite and fitted me like it held my real breast tissue and forced them up to become the top of my new cleavage in an incredile and lifelike way they jiggled and bounced subtley as I moved it felt very weird and very surreal. After what felt like an eternity I returned to the lounge mouth tingling from the strong mouthwash, she then sat me down commented as did her friend on how totally natural I looked and the way I had moved when walking and sitting, my deportment was almost that of a genetic girl, then I knew it was coming and I was curious and scared as she offered me one of her cigarette's and I was given a light the taste was masked very well, but wasn't nearly as horrid as I was anticipating it was almost a relief to finally be smoking? strangely, it felt so natural and so fitting to my looks, though I wasn't inhaling right away, and "wanted to" something inside me had flicked a switch, for some reason, my mother coached me and after a couple more smaller puff's she said to try a very small inhale, I felt a tingle of excitement at this and, like sipping from a straw, as I knew how to do it from years of dissapprovingly watching my mother, I took a small inhale into my virgin lungs, and didn't cough as I expected to, but managed to keep it going for several more, till I got the inevitable buzz from the nicotine, all too soon it felt the cigarette was done, and so felt I.
Reflecting however, the taste was a lot more pleasant than I recalled from my teen experiments, the sensation even more so, it felt so good, so very very badly good! I was aware that I actually felt more normal when smoking than I could have believed and, even though the cigarette's were quite strong (a UK brand called Mayfair Superking's a 100mm cork filter) Mother told me there was no point in learning on mild's as they would not get my body used to her brand, so I was going to start with the Mayfair and keep on them to the conclusion.
Well, I had finished my first cigarette, we then had a glass of white wine and I noticed that smelt smoky mixed with the Aromatics elixer perfume I had been left while changing earlier, it was feeling rather very erotic to me, I felt deeply satisfied and pleasant a genuine sense of wellbeing and contentment? something I cannot put my finger on really. The deal was then further explained, that over the next two weeks she would train me and my lungs to accept her average of 20 per day, that I would need to smoke to keep up the deal. Instead of horror it was desire and excitement I felt deep deep inside as usually such a comment would have had me in terror but I didn't feel odd or strange, instead a desire was rising in me, to become complete, where was this coming from or more, where was it going to go I had no clue. I just felt calm from the first cigarette and I was starting to think about the next one, with a slight wishful longing, something I didn't have to wait too long for, as my mum gave me another about a half hour after my very first real time of smoking along with another glass of wine as girls don't drink Beer she exclaimed. This time, it came in the form of a new, unopened pack and a slim gold lighter, my my things are moving quick around here! I peeled the cellophane wrapping off and removed the paper on top and slid open the box all on my own but under close scrutiny, I admired the firmness of the package and the tightly packed contents as I eased the cigarette out. This time I was able to inhale small amounts from the start, then I was shown quite how smoke, holding it at the tips of my fingers all in a very elegant and overtly feminine style, I admired the grace of it, and practiced over the following days, learning to inhale and exhale to hold it and generally everything a new smoker would learn, also I was bound to secrecy, none of my soon to be new work friends were to be told of the deal or again the deal was broken, so I again reluctantly agreed. By bedtime, my mind was drifting to a third cigarette, and again my mother signalled her approval Once more I lit it myself this time, as I had to get used to this, didn't I? I took a slightly longer inhale a couple of times and got the immediate buzz! As I lay in bed that night and the smoky taste was still in my mouth and nose even after brushing my teeth and applying my first ever night spray of perfume, I can still recall was Aromatics Elixer, and the aroma seemed so enjoyable, I was rock hard below and was compelled to relieve myself and boy did I, I was then left with the most empty and disgusting feeling inside like as though it was wrong to have done that, a normal boyish act but it felt, strange and slightly wrong, how odd, as I had always been turned on by cross dressing and found the self orgasms hugely satisfying.

The next week again passed every morning having to get up an hour or so earlier than I had as a guy would normally have been torture but now? it was like I was lying awake waiting for the alarm butterflies in my stomach, but still I could not work out why I was getting so much contentment but I wasn't arguing I felt better than I had in years, and with my new "habit" by then end of the week I had learned how to match my mother's style of long inhale, hold for a few seconds and slow exhale, the result made the smoke look so much thinner than a simple inhale in then out, I had got to the stage of about 5 to 8 per day and had no ill effects, quite the contrary I looked forward to them almost, at the weekend my mum's friend called in and at lunch I had another "lost hour" or so??? was I under hypnosis again???
After the shop closed that day my mother seemed to take pleasure in pointing out that I had slipped out the back 10 times matching her and had retained full control of my senses, and was visibly relaxed and enjoying myself. I had not stopped to think but I wasn't NOT enjoying it? what was going on? As I was now working full time in the shop, I was able to enjoy the full range of clothes and not one person saw through my disguise, perhaps they weren't looking that hard I reasoned? I could not put my finger on it but this was not me? not right? I was in a state of surprised shock, even my voice seemd much softer than previously, I had had a full day dressed living as a woman, smoking and with no thoughts to the deal or my prior loathing.
When we left the shop, on the drive home that day, I was given a cigarette in the car, I had never driven and smoked before but I reasoned I had better get used to it, It wasn't that difficult and I trimmed the ash as my mother did out the slightly open window as we drove. I could still at that point smell myself slightly smoky after each one, but was finding I was more than getting used to this, but driving even though it was an automatic car, was something I had to concentrate slightly more on.

All this time I felt more and more content as Gillian and less and less about me as a boy, I had also been given that first evening at home, two tablets to take each day my mother told me they were to make my skin smoother and more silky, I stupidly, or willingly? accepted them every night, without hesitation and they did seem to start working as my skin became slightly more translucent, my thinking was more emotional? or was I being girly about it, I couldn't fully recall. I was also putting on some weight as I had to quit the gym and adopt her diet, as part of the deal so with no training, the extra calories went straight to my bottom and chest? it seemed, and this was natural and normal right? The most disturbing change was my thinking, looking back, I was no longer just thinking about the deal we had made, I was thinking about what I could wear next? and how it looked? if I was being checked out by anyone, and caught out by anyone! my skin, oh and my gorgeous soft hips,,, and why were my nipples getting so itchy and sore? My mother changed the bra to one with the softest cotton lining and just told me it was iritation and my imagination they were changing shape. I chose to believe this but was so secretly delighted that I was getting tiny soft mounds and the sensitivity they had, even my nipples had seemed to be growing larger and slightly darker too, then one day when I was lounging at home in a cotton top I simply got up and had to go put on a bra to stop the rubbing driving me crazy. that was the last day I ever went without a bra.

We got through the next weeks and I was now able to match my mothers smoking inhale, depth and style, all part of the plan and deal we had, which is to take a long drag till the mouth is full, inhale, hold for a few seconds then exhale, it was a true committed smokers style that's for sure, but by now, was feeling totally normal, this then, was the start of the "deal" I didn't know it but I was already past the point of no return, I was a victim of their plan, I was becoming a wholly committed addicted woman smoker. After the first month, I was easily on a pack per day easily and my mum seemed to be smoking more, so naturally I had to also, in the morning as I applied my makeup I had taken to smoking the first cigarette of the day and with my coffee, it seemed to energise me all the more, I had had my hair re-styled as my mother persuaded me to look the part, I always wore very heavy make up but again she coaxed me to wear more and look more like her, the glamerous woman, owner of a fashion boutique, that she was, I didn't argue as I loved the attention and free styling, I also noticed that I didn't seem to smell as badly as I thought in fact I quite ignored it feeling more elegant,,,, did I say that? I also started to wear stiletto heels and after a few days could do a quite convincing walk and wear them all day without killing my feet too badly.
Things didn't really change greatly in the second month except that I found myself looking forward to having a cigarette as I "needed" it not waiting for my mother at many times, when she was occupied in the shop, I was now freely feeling craving's, strong, deep, inescapable longing one's after a period of not smoking, my new friends were aware and those who smoked really welcomed the new member of the crew, the non-smokers, were stunned by my change of heart, I however was unaware of the whole truth, for now.

By the third month I was smoking while alone routinely, out walking, in the car as a passenger, at home, I didn't need the deal held over me to make me "want" to smoke, it was a habit, something Gillian freely did, so to speak, and each few weeks we had dinner with my mothers friend and the sense of time dissapearing with that disc regularly continued, each time I had no recall why but felt more and more like a woman and more desire to be one, plus a real knawing hunger for smoking was growing inside of me, my style was much more accomplished, my inhales were very deep and I noticed that even after I exhaled I had smoke emerge on a second exhale breath sometimes even a third, this made me feel so strange I knew it was because my lungs had become those of a true commited smoker, but I was actually quite delighted when I was doing it because of the attention I was getting, all the guys seem to look at are the smoking girls, are we that "BAD!!!" just now in developing, I had gone from hating to tolerating, to then wanting to smoke, I looked for excuses to have one not that I really had any difficulty, and to be seen as a smoker when I was out and about, this felt so new and strange but I did get so much more of all that attention when I did smoke compared to the times I wasn't, this also set a whole raft of strange feelings running through my soul.

By the fourth month I had inescapable man-boobs, but, as the gel portions of the bra were slowly being diminished I felt more and more contented too, I loved my new assets, my thighs were much fuller too but this was poor diet and lack of exercise surely and I would soon bid them farewell, I felt so sad inside when I was thinking this for some reason, all the moisturising on my body was having a major effect as my skin felt so silky and smooth even my elbows were babysoft as were my knees, I did notice that I had by now long lost the desire to masturbate all desire had gone it felt wrong the wrong type of pleasure, and when I could get his attention, the little guy seemed so much smaller than I was used to? I was shaving far less or so it felt too? This was odd, very odd but still I was washed over by pleasure at my situation, why was I starting to love this? but love it every tiny fragment I was, I dreaded the thought of it ending, I really did.

Again when my mother had dinner with me and her friend, I had another relaxation session where time escaped for another hour or so as the disc was produced,,,,,,,,
I awoke feeling so content and harmonious and had a locked in feeling of being, as I lit a cigarette at that point the inhale washed over me unlike those before and I "knew" I was who I am now, all previous concerns washed away forever it felt

Month five was more development my body continued to feel more "normal" to me and thinking of guy clothes was becoming a very upsetting affair, my emotions were all over the place, my ability in the shop seemed sharper and people came in just to see me to deal with them as I had a great eye for shade tone and cut I was learning. My hair had been growing in and my mother knew a great stylist who transformed me with a set of amazing extensions they were then coloured to match my hair, by now a soft mix of carmel, ash and platinum that grew my length to just on the top of my boob's, (hmmm I still chuckle calling them that but they were) My look was almost finished and my transformation more so, I wasn't the same guy I walked like a girl eat, lived and was on a more and more often basis thinking like a girl, I was scared of having to quit smoking and return to being "that thing" I was previously, I was managing to shut him out of my thoughts with increasing ease by now.

I also found that after I had been exerting myself, and remember, I had been quite proud to be fit, and gym active prior to this adventure that my growing girth and weight gain, added to my now heavy smoking had taken a toll on my general fitness and stamina, I found myself winded all too easily with stairs or even a simple brisk walk when trying to make the last post etc. usually something like this would have really disturbed me as I had always liked being "fit" but now with my increased weight my expanded waist and softly rounded rear adding to my now rather "jelly belly" I sought to avoid rushing, running or any other form of physical activity just like my mother does, and again the feeling of excitement in this only added to my state of feminine arousal, I even smirked and made sarcastic remarks at the joggers I observed when I was out and about, and smoking, naturally!

Overall the feeling of being content and in harmony with myself was overpowering and everything in my life was a pleasure to enjoy. How could I have been happy previously? I had this inner calm, and every time I walked it was slow measured and very ladylike, I even found excuses to just wander around with no handbag only my beloved cigarettes and lighter, just to make a point to the world that despite the anti-smoking undercurrent, I was a staunch addicted smoker!

My mother had also changed slightly over the period, she had gone from a size 14 to a 16 and the style and shape she had became even more idyllic to my eyes, her hair stlye had moved into a soft perm the impact of which I was to find out for myself and sooner than anticipated. The hormones I had been taking made my following her weight gain simple, coupled to my lack of exercise and diet, meant that all her old outfits became mine and accentuated my love of my new being. I was becoming a woman in mans and body a beautiful mature curvacious woman!
I hadn't really noticed that in my room, I had not a single remnant of my former male self, all my clothes had long since been removed and I had a wall to wall wardrobe filled only with dresses, skirts blouses and jackets, my underwear drawer filled with soft french knickers and lycra control pants, shoes were all heeled no flats or brogues, all truly elevated pain inducing (don't we love the pain from the beauty) high heel's.

By the sixth month, time was pressing on and I faced thoughts about the day when we would have to quit, but, something inside me was starting to feel panic and fear, not the addiction, I could beat that, right? I could stop anytime, right? I was also feeling real shuddering dread over leaving Gillian behind, my figure was by now quite overtly feminine I had noticeable curving hips, a soft smooth abdomen that my panties completed as my little guy was so tiny? the gaff seemed overkill and even sheer silk panties were enough to tuck things away, where and what had happened to him though? I was also very committed to my female form, this life was "perfect" my old life was intolerable to me now Urgh what a slob of a life, I loved the theatre of dressing every single day, still adored shaving my legs and would frequently go out in a skirt with my legs bare now. I was also, never without a cigarette when out walking as due to the UK smoking ban only outdoors or out the rear of the shop, or car was I able to fulfill my new "need"

My mother was always telling me how good I looked as a girl and how my hair by now a shoulder length carmel and ash blonde bob looked so incredible, I had double piercing in my ears and always wore large gold hoops and a diamond stud set. All in I was way too comfortable as Gillian, I loved the look and feel of my soft curves and I was sure I swung my hips way too much for my own good. I had long forgotten the desire for the gym and found I got easily winded if I rushed anywhere but as I had a cigarette in my hand that was the reason right?

Well, finally, it came to the last week and I decided to use a day off I had to test myself, I left early and went to the city shopping, I was in the car and automatically lit a cigarette, what was I doing I screamed into myself??? but, I had to have it I could not stop myself, I needed that like my life depended on it, what had happened to me? I liked it this way, and knew I was never going to go back to any of it prior to our deal.

I stopped got out the car at a park and tried to recount this. I was hooked, on all of it combined, so sexily overweight with all the right curves in all the right places, I knew I was going to have to find a way to remain and to become a woman, but more than that I was in turmoil over how to settle it and agree it with my mother. I now really wanted to be a smoker just like my mum, but I had hated it? I loathed it? I was a non-smoker. I made a decision, I wasn't going to try to quit on plan. I was also addicted to being a female and always thought like a girl and even found myself flirting with guys! what the heck???

On the final night we sat and talked about what I thought and I said I was ready for us both to quit, her friend was coming over again so we had a short conversation. After a while we were talking and again it seemed an hour slipped away unseen?? was I hypnotised again? when I was aware again, I immediately lit a cigarette and this was not a deal one it was essential, like my lungs were screaming for it. I was having a real hard craving, I wanted that cigarette and then the final part of the "deal" was revealed. "Have this one and we will not quit, not now not ever" my mother told me "Gillian will stay your old self will go, I will pay for surgery and treatment for you and you can remain as you are, far happier and content than ever you were. I had to have it, this new life all of it!!!
I didn't care about the deal I had to have it, so I lost my self control I lit up, and screamed YES! I am Gillian I cannot go away just when I am getting started.
My mother smiled a knowing smile, she said that she knew I was in turmoil at the final farewell to manhood, and to let the moment washover me and move on. Wise words indeed and I sat there in the chair and knew deep inside she had been right all along and I had been reborn that night.
I was sure I had been given the hypnotic message from day one and I was going to allow myself to be helplessly hooked, but not just hooked, I was totally irreversibly addicted, though my becoming a beautiful curvacious woman was not an anticipated part of the deal on my part but I ached inside to feel every emotion and sense as a girl every one! and I was not going to fight it any longer, that was my thought, that was my situation after almost six months, I had become what I thought I had hated most, a heavy smoker and as a twist a woman, this part I certainly didn't hate I freely admit! mother knew best thats for sure, and as for those pills? well we all now know were progesterone and estrogen, and at six months in, the changes were irreversible for the main part anyway, but I didn't hate the thought any longer I adored it, I loved the prospect, I was excited inside. I had accepted the suggestions and my body had accepted the nicotine and estrogen, too well looking back on it with hindsight.

"Gillian" then lit the first cigarette of the next ten years as a smoker, poured another glass of chardonney, also learned that the next week I had a counselling session with a GRS specialist within a week and was going to discuss my options, my man boobs were now a real a A or small B cup I was a beautiful curvy size 12/14, and worked every inch of it, I found an A-line skirt and blouse had become almost a weapon.
I quickly and happily underwent electrolysis and had facials weekly, my hair that had become a longer length bob about 2" over the shoulder, my mother persuaded me to then go for a much more feminine and elaborate style. I was booked in to the salon next to the shop first thing under my mothers strictest instructions the stylist had my hair cut, layered and permed into what you could say was a much older womans style, the tint added some fine silver highlights into the light golden blond brown, and when completed along with my now hair free complexion added a decade to my style but was utterly perfect to reflect how I saw myself and much more mature looking to go with my style as I had never once dressed my actual age. The perm had the effect of allowing me to need even more makeup as if to look younger by looking older and I adored the nights I slept with curlers in, in a no pain no gain manner. I had also long since abandoned my contact lenses in favour of some large and elegant gold framed glasses, at first they seemed too strong for me and despite not needing to wear them all the time, I had had a growing compulsion to keep them on and gradually my eyes became so used to them it became difficult not wearing them to work drive or operate at all. It all took me some getting used to as the new hair style made my once longer style become far shorter my neck exposed above my collars and the weight and movement of the hair I had grown used to seemed to vanish in the fixed soft curls that now surrounded me, I had to learn how to care for and style this new hairdo as well and it resulted in trying lots of products and lots of attention. When I added jewellery in the form of some gold chains, breacelets and rings the transformation was complete, I looked like a late-forties woman, and I tingled each time I caught sight of my reflection.

In final refection though I had been, I believe, tricked into my addiction's by hypnosis, but this was merely to release me from my bonds of maledom and if it is, then the trick persists today, I have never been told or no admission of any manipulation of my situation has ever been admitted to, but I had gone from a total Anti-smoker guy with no real direction, to a more mature business woman who smoked. I used the University background and developed the business my MBA coming in really useful, we bought the place next door later in the years and had it fitted out and started to develop an internet sales side to the cross-dressing fraternity, as well as women of a more ample size, the additional shop space catered for their more gregarious tastes and gave us space to wrap and dispatch far and wide, I had so much fun growing that small sector that we then went on to open another three branches in the near city and the two adjoining towns, all quite small low key but highly stable business's that form our company today. Mum made me a Director once my name was changed legally, and I found out just how lucritive the business was especially this new found auction site selling way! who would have thought we even had to recruit a buyer to seek out stock it moved so fast online.

As for being a smoker, I freely admit I am a 100% committed addict, but I have "tried" to quit, many times but I keep failing, something inside, deep inside, prevents it from working, patches, gum, champix (in the UK) I try to get to the point, but always something inside me prevents me going away from this addiction. It holds me in a web and I am a puppet, even now.
I did go though surgery 2 years after meeting the GRS specialist and had facial feminisation, breast enhancement and ongoing hormone treatment, The lack of smoking then was HELL!! I had the strongest patches possible but still I missed the oral action. Today, I now look function and live full time as Gillian, no way to do otherwise as I am equipped as a girl! I have a boyfriend I now live with, and an active sex life with him, he is fully aware of my past life, he is in his fifties and I think he adores my smoking too, as he loves me kissing him just after I smoke and just before we go to bed, he knows fully about me as I was very keen to explain this early on and as to why I could bever have children! and, have kept my hair permed in the style that frames my face perfectly, including the added aging grey highlights, so I am told and bear a striking resemblance to my mother. I have no regrets in any way about who I am now.

I sit here smoking and wondering why I started the way I did and why I adore being so hooked, unable to see a movie in a cinema with out sneaking outside part way, why I have never taken a long flight in ten years, why I adore my small cough in the morning, why I have become so outspoken in smoker rights?

So there we go, is it fact or is it fiction, you decide, all I know is I need to go buy some cigarette's

Pregnant Pause

by Gillian

Alice woke at her usual time, feeling uncomfortable as usual and just as so many days before, a beautiful distended heavily pregnant tummy was as large and heavy as it was the day before and the day before that, but it wasn't a discomfort she disliked, no, instead she felt so wonderful and complete inside. She looked every inch a very pretty mid 30's woman in the blossom of pregnancy, subtle very fine lines of age surrounded her eyes and only added to her glamour.

She arose, heaving her considerable tummy upward, and through her nightgown saw her large full and slightly sagging breasts just settle onto and caress her tummy top. As she stood, the tummy sagging down slightly from sitting on her thighs and she moved to the bathroom to relieve her pressured bladder. Undressing, she examined her reflection carefully smiling as she did at this glorious sight she beheld, then had her morning shower where she fully explored the gift of her creation, carefully shaving her legs as best possible and shampooing her hair, she finished and after moisturising carefully and examining her blossoming stretch marks, dressed for the day. A large white smock top over maternity trousers, make-up and blow drying her hair she almost waddled to the kitchen to have something to eat. Her partner had long departed for his job and the house was hers, quiet almost serene, she had breakfast.

Once breakfast was over a trip shopping for groceries and to the mall was planned and a pair of comfortable shoes was sought out. It was late spring the sun was out it was going to be a lovely day and the excitement felt at the upcoming day sent a tingle down the spine.

The gold Chyrsler Minivan was parked and ready and as she slid in her tummy brushed the steering wheel sending almost an orgasmic delight through Alice. The drive was pleasant and normal but on reaching the Mall the toilets were uppermost in the list of priorities. Gaining smiles and glances of admiration from those she passed along with the odd, "when is it due" and is it a boy or a girl, made the senses explode in pride. This was every inch an expectant mother, apart from the one thing Alice knew and kept secret.

It was in truth a deep and dark secret indeed as Alice had been born Alistair, and Alistair was up until 19, a boy, a crossdressing boy but a boy in every sense. Now 24 but looking 34+, He thought back quickly to the past, how did all this happen again he recalled?

It was three years previously, and the memories flooded back.

His passion to crossdress had been there almost as long as he could recall and so it was the revelation of the internet that had educated him most, his shame and embarrassment had been replaced by a sense of self, he would re-assure himself that he was trapped in the wrong body and so when he discovered an area on one site where he could chat to others like him he was delighted to be able to release this frustration, just as many times before, he had been in a chat room and had over several nights, been speaking to someone, he was called Douglas, he was interested in Cross-dressing and people who did so, and so Alistair was of curiosity to him, so they spoke and slowly he became very comfortable and easy in his manner so much so that despite not being gay, he decided to meet Doug' and talk more face to face. Doug' was in the Medical profession and a professor, Alistair was reading medicine at Uni and was naturally curious to see if Doug could answer his knawing need to be outwardly female and more! at least in appearance.

When they met, it was in a restaurant where it was quite public for both their protection initially, and they chatted for hours, Alistair felt so happy to be able to confide in Doug' he seemed so clever and smart in all things CD and psychology, Alistair even told him his fantasy to dress as a pregnant woman and use clothes to form a belly like a woman might enjoy, this had only ever been alluded to in the chat rooms, and never openly discussed for fear of ridicule. This, one simple event would become the catalyst to change everything, Doug' listened and interjected occasionally with some line about dreams and reality, but in general they had a great time Alistair felt on top of the world. They agreed to meet again two days after and then Doug' would like to help participate in Alistair's fantasy, hid profession enabled him to access all the things needed and his training would be able to create the new body through surgery Alistair craved so deeply, he was very nervous naturally, and shy, almost ashamed but Doug was so easygoing it seemed a pleasure to be able to release his passions this way.

At Doug's home in a remote farm location, showing all the trappings of wealth and success, Alistair arrived with his suitcase of his "new" clothes from home and after a chat and further serious discussion about his fantasy for life he changed into his maternity wear and returned to the room for the first time another living soul would see Alistair in this fantasy life role. He was so very nervous his palms were sweaty his face flushed his stomach knotted, but Doug didn't flinch, didn't seem perturbed, he seeme almost excited at the vision as Alistair had perfected his padding over the years and had a wonderfully heavy belly that seemed incredibly lifelike, they spoke about the actual discomfort of being pregnant and that Alistair had no real clue to the true weight or changes it would have on a body to actually be pregnant but Alistair was focused this was his quirk his fetish and he adored it, the discomfort was a pleasure itself in Alistairs mind.

Alistair was about 5' 7" tall and 150lbs, not overly athletic but slender fair skinned and fairt hair with piercing blue eyes, his face would make very much a "girl next door" type when he wore make-up as he also loved to do. Doug asked if he had thought about changing gender and this caught Alistair a little off guard, it had never been a serious thought to him but one he had naturally had a fantasy or ten over almost daily, Doug asked if he would consider it again, Alistair said that he felt there was no chance to even think about it he wasn't wealthy enough and didn't know where to begin, but,,,, yes he had and would and found that he had gotten very aroused at the thoughts.

Doug and he met almost daily and the two ever so slowly and gently became closer and when he was in his female form at Doug's place they became intimate, Alistair had even felt the confidence to dress in then go out with Doug on small trips as the weeks passed and the two formed a tighter bond. He adored the new look and new wardrobe Doug' was adding in their wardrobe at Doug's place and he was finding he was spending hardly any time at his apartment instead being his alter ego over at Doug's

One evening, when talking Doug' said that he wanted to discuss a very serious proposal to Alistair, he was, well,,, nervous but in full anticipation.

Doug said, " I am in the health profession as you know I am a surgeon, I could with your wish, undertake all the surgery needed on you to fulfil your dream of becoming a perfect looking woman" Alistair was speechless, he had the chance to become almost his ideal and dream person, "but how?" was all he could utter.

Doug continued, " I can fully alter your physical form, everything to exactly as you would wish it to be, you will never give birth naturally, but in every other sense you will be a complete functioning woman, my woman in fact" Alistair was struggling to take it all in this was beyond any dream he had had, and any fantasy seemed tame in comparison. I need to think about this but I do want to talk it over more, was all he could utter.

The next week was a library full of discussion and questions, and Doug' had all the answers and photographs and literature to make it seem such a natural step for Alistair, that he was overwhelmingly wanting this, he didn't want to waste another minute in his male form.

It was agreed Alistair, would become Alice, move in and dress full time from that day, so he gave notice on his apartment, and moved to the ranch, Doug worked in the day, but Alice had the run of the place, he started on injections for hormone treatment and within two months had the first surgery to form his new breasts they were larger than he expected and much softer they seemed to sag like an older woman's but Doug adored them and soon so did Alice, Bra's were essential as they hurt being so soft when he walked about, plus the hormones softened his thoughts and hips more too and he was becoming a perfect homemaker her wardrobe was so elegant and mature he was able to go out with Doug and look like his wife as Doug was in his early 40's and he encouraged Alice to dress like she were at least 35 possibly older, he even encouraged her to wear heels and never run, act like a mature woman and think like one, the laser treatment on her facial and chest hair had worked and shaving was a thing of the past, thankfully, and her features were almost totally female. The wigs were now no longer needed as his longish page boy cut was now a shoulder length bob, highlighted in golden blond, he was transformed but still incomplete as he still used to constantly yearn for, and use padding to create his fantasy belly, and would often go out buying maternity clothes while wearing a foam pad, under a nude colour swim suit.

After six months Doug told him all was prepared for his sexual reassignment and that next morning he would undergo surgery on his genital area, Alice was so excited that she would at last be able to share a proper sexual relationship with Doug' and so was Doug, but it would take weeks for the surgery to settle and it would involve a great deal of pain short term. Alice felt no pain no gain and so next day he said goodbye to his now useless male appendages.

The surgery was flawless, and had a secret addition as yet unknown to Alice, the resultant look was totally convincing and a small plastic tube was placed at the edge of the newly formed vagina that Doug told Alice would be for his significant benefit longer term, Alice never doubted or questioned this, and marvelled in her new form, the high dose hormones had moulded the fat to her hips and facial feminsation surgery had also been done, the new face smiling back in the mirror did seem very strange she looked so much older than when as a man? but very very pretty!

After three months the surgery has settled and swelling gone away and Alice had indeed consumated on many times her now relationship and body, and loved her life as a housewife to Doug, Alice had felt some ongoing sensations in her abdomen and tummy that Doug' promised would be discussed mater but were in no way wrong or un-expected, however it was after the swelling had gone and everything was healed then the final part of the transition was to be revealed.

Over dinner they spoke about how happy Alice was, and Doug' could still see the tinge of sadness that her attempts at a pregnant tummy could not satisfy her fully so he reminded her of the small pipe in her abdomen, Doug explained, "I inserted a very soft very elastic pouch in your abdoment placed exactly where a baby would develop, I intend to fully satisfy your fantasy beginning tonight, but, filling the pouch carefully and stretching your abdomen to resemble a pregnancy will take time" Alice was again speechless, she could not believe the words she was hearing, her abdomen had always felt a little uncomfortable and as if there was something inside her but not this news. "It will need to be done over a few weeks to allow the tummy to expand without stretch marks but the result should be a perfect pregnant tummy, as large as you can decide?" Alice didn't want to wait she wanted to get on right away, and make it as soft and large as possible. Doug' erred caution, you will get stretch marks like any woman could if we go too fast, and, it will feel very real and very uncomfortable as it will weight the same as a real pregnancy, but this was all water off a duck's back Alice wanted to look, feel and be uncomfortable very uncomfortable!

Early next morning Alice was scrubbed, prep'd and the first of several injections made via the tube, by the end of the first session she was visibly pregnant, and her tummy skin was stretched to capacity, when she stood her balance was all off, but nothing mattered apart from inspecting herself from every angle in the mirror, she was in paradise, a small three/four month tummy stared back at her her belly button looked slightly raised too, and none of her normal clothes fitted, she adorned a smock and a pair of elasticated slacks and raced to the mall. She felt so different inside the movement was amazing so "real" and she had to pee often, her insides felt as if they were being squashed and she ached, wonderfully, her feet ached in places she didn't know she had but the whole experience was incredible. Over the next two months her body adjusted to this new form and she became wholly comfortable and blissfully happy, she wanted more bigger, sooner, more please as in some outfits it was in Alice opinion difficult to know she looked pregnant!

Doug was reluctant but agreed to insert more fluid and cautioned her that she would almost certainly get the stretch marks he was keen to avoid, but Alice was sure and positive, and so that evening another session took place and again Alice was in a state of joy and almost orgasmic pleasure, her tummy was at least 6 months and looked very pronounced indeed, her balance was again all over the place as she walked about inspecting her gorgeous bump. Alice must have tried on a dozen different looks to find the ones that accentuated her baby bump best.

She had by now traded the Mercedes in for a Minivan a Chrysler as that was what she observed as the baby-carriage of choice and adored wandering around the house and the shop's catching glances of this wonderful figure she had been given.

She marvelled at how after the surgery swelling had subsided and how her face was that of a much older woman, the lines and wrinkles around her eyes and mouth were at odd's with the early 20's guy underneath and she was finding that she had to wear foundation almost 24/7 to look youthful again but even this she found so attractive as Doug' clearly adored her in every way.

She also had also to stop smoking in public now after a run-in with a woman at the Mall who caught her putting a cigarette out at the entrance as even though she wasn't genuinely pregnant and was not causing risk to the baby no-one else would ever guess and pregnant women do NOT smoke right?

By now almost 15 month on as her hormones had ensured that her child bearing hips were broadening and breast tissue softening she was eating for two and had gained much more than just a baby belly as her buttocks jiggled as she walked it was almost impossible to not feel horny every waking moment and Doug' was always ready to satisfy her lust, she weighed 185lbs and looked convincingly female, so much so that there were times even she managed to forget the past.

Another few weeks and she was sure that she wanted to become full term her stretch marks were visible and in a swimsuit and at home she marvelled at them, how beautiful she mused, and how amazingly feminine.

Doug' knew what was coming and put no resistance up at all, and so, after a final session, her belly rose tall as she laid on her back the weight made breathing shallow, he balance was off but less so than before and she felt complete, her belly was by now easily 40 weeks her belly button was long gone being an "inny" and was now a proud standing "outie" the stretch marks were plentiful and she stroked each one and rubbed her warm soft mound with pleasure beyond words. The sensitivity in her breasts was almost electric the hormones and surgery had made her a full "D" cup and they suited her frame perfectly.

She slept a typical pregnant sleep, and woke feeling her warm moist pussy dripping needing satisfaction which Doug' was only too happy to fulfil "Doggy style" seemd most comfortable and to Alice pleasureable to allow him to caress the fruit of his labour, Alice too adored this as it relieved the pressure on her abdomen and made her belly seem all the larger as it pulled on her abdomen.

After enjoying his love and reaching orgasm many times she showered and went off for a long elegant lunch with her beautiful bump protruding for the world to see. In her Minivan, it brushed the steering wheel with every move and she bristled with excitement, as she predicted she was met with a stream of pleasantries everywhere she went no-one saw anything other than a mother in bloom.

Her body was now unrecognisable from the boy she had once been and every movement and breath reminded her of this and she would never be bored of it. Of course shopping had to be thought out, as you can only be a heavily pregnant woman for so long, so she travelled to different areas around her city monthly for her shopping needs. She did worry about how long she could keep it up for but Doug' every the thoughtful one, reminded her that if she obeyed the travel rule no-one would ever see through her, for even though she had been full term pregnant for over a year she had never got fed up of the sensations.

And so it was she relaxed watching television on the soft Italian leather sofa, legs tucked up belly resting on the leather in bliss, Doug was already in bed as she switched off the TV and undressed ready for bed,,,,,,,

Alice woke at her usual time,,,,,,,,,,,,,,