This is my first attempt at writing so any comment and support would be appreciated. I am also writing this on my mobile so I will have to go in steps as my battery will only hold out so long. Thank you all for taking time to read this. I hope you all enjoy.

"The Golden Band"
Part One

As I sit here writing of my present condition, I watch as the last of my former self vanishes.

You see, until just a week ago, I was a healthy well groomed man, albeit my choice of career for the past 5 years has been as a female impersonator.
My wife never really approved of the occupational choice but it did provide well for us, seeing as how it has allowed her to be a stay at home mom.

Almost 3 weeks back, my boss approached me about adding a new character to my repertoire. He suggested that "Cleopatra" would do well, what with all the news about the local museum gettin a new Egyptian display. I eagerly agreead and set out to find everything needed to complete the outfit.

Everything was easy enough to come by, save one vital piece, the golden serpentine arm band that she was known to wear. I searched high and low, both locally and online. I was about to give up all hope when, around luch one Saturday, I came upon an estate sale just outside of town. As I was looking through everything I saw what appeared to be a rather old looking jewelry box sitting on a window sill. As I picked up the box, I felt a twinge of excitement. Upon opening it, I became giddy beyond reason.

"Are you OK?" I heard a voice from behind me ask.

"Yes, yes. I am quite fine. Is this your sale?" I inquired as I turned around.

"Yes. This was all my granny's."

"I'm Paul." I said as I put my hand out.

"I'm Chris." The young man replied as he took my hand and shook it.

"How much for this old box and contents?" I asked.

"How about 5 pounds?" He said with a quizical look.

I agreed and we spoke a few more minutes before some other person required his attentions.

As I sat in my car, I opened the box again. I just couldn't believe my luck! There in the box sat a beautiful, gold serpentine arm band with emeralds set where the eyes should be. So filled with excitement I was, that I couldn't wait to try it on, so I took it from the box and slid it over my right hand. My arm instantly felt warm and the band suddenly took on a life of its own. Before I could react, the band tightened around my wrist and in a slithering fashion worked its way around and up until it sat snugly about my upper arm.

I sat in disbelief! Had I really just witnessed this? I felt no pain but yet try as I may, I could not remove the band from my arm. I decided to go back inside and ask Chris for more information about this band but when I exited my car, I saw an empty house with a for sale sign out front.

"Bloody hell!" I said out loud, as I got back into my car and pulled off.

All the way home I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.

It was dark when I arrived home and as I walked in my wife informed me, from the other room, that supper was in the oven as I was late and had missed sitting with the family. As I reached for the plate my wife had left in the oven for me, I stopped and just stared at my hands.
I had always looked feminine, that's why I chose the profession I was in, but could it be? My hands looked that of a 20 something woman! Long slender fingers with manicured nails right in front of my eyes! I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What had been dark , shoulder length hair was now visibly lighter, almost chestnut, and undoubtedly longer, mid back at least! My skin looked almost creamy smooth and my 5o'clock shadow had all but disappeared.

Just then, my wife came in, gasped, and ran out. I caught up to her before she made it to the bedroom door and stopped her.

"Who are you?" She inquired as she defensively held up her hands.

"It's me, Paul." I said, thankfully my voice hadn't begun to change, yet.

"What have you done to yourself now?" She asked as she began to relax and explore my new features.

We sat on the bed as I explained everything that had happened that day. She listened intently and when I was finished she said;

"Well just take it off then."

"Already tried and it won't budge." I replied.

"What do we do then?" She asked.

"I don't know but its late and there's nothing we can do tonight."

After carefully examining my body for any other changes and being satisfied there were none we got ready for bed and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to see my wife's (Beth) face twisted in a most concerned way.

"Wh...what?" I stammered as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

"I think you'd better have a look in the mirror." Beth stated, as she rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

As I flipped back the covers, there wasn't much need to look in a mirror. What body hair I used to have was now littering the bed and as I looked down I could see two sizable growths on my chest. As I stood up I noted that my feet looked smaller and my legs were noticeably more shapely.
Slowly I padded my way to the bathroom as Beth walked over to her dresser, pulled out one of her satin nightgowns and brought if to me.

"I think you had better wear this." She said, handing me the gown.

I removed my current (male) sleepwear and donned the satin gown. Then I looked into the mirror and my jaw dropped in disbelief. My hair was not only down to my bum but was a beautiful auburn color. My face was slender with high prominent cheekbones and my lips were wonderfully plump. My eyes had turned a deep emerald green and my lashes were long and full. I looked at my wife in awe and realized I was looking up at her!

Where I had once stood nearly 5' 10" I now stood a mere 5' 4" compared to my wife at 5'6".

It was then that I realized the arm band was becoming part of me, disappearing more and more as I continued to transform. It looked like there was no possible way to remove it now. I sank to the floor, head in hands, and began to sob. I mean pretending to be a woman, especially a famous one, was one thing and it did provide a good life for myself and family but actually becoming a woman?

Beth knelt beside me, put her arm around me and kissed my head while she ran her fingers through my long auburn hair.

"Ssshhh. Don't cry honey. We will get through this together." She whispered softly.

"But Be..." I began, she cut me off.

She placed her finger on my chin and lifted my face, looked into my eyes and said; "At least your tallywhacker is intact!"

I forced a giggle and tried to smile.

"For now at least." I muttered.

"You're still the same person I fell in love with, on the inside, and in your current state, I have to admit, you are quite beautiful." Beth said while she still held my head up.

"To be honest dear, I believe I'm even a little more attracted to you like this."

My eyes widened, her words came as a surprise considering how much fuss she put up about my choice of professions.

Beth stood up and offered me her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me square on the lips! I found myself letting out a soft whimper as she pushed me against the wall, held my hands over my head, and kissed her way down my neck. My mind was scrambled! I had the usual feelings of arousal that I had always been accustomed to but then there were these other feelings! There was a churning and fluttering in my belly and the breasts I was developing began to tingle as my nipples puffed up, poked out and shown through the satin gown I had on.

"Mmm. Looks like someone likes the attention they are getting!" My wife said as she lightly rubbed her thumb over my firm nipple.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as a purr seemed to come from deep within me. "Oh Beth!"

Some hours later, I looked over at my wife, who was blissfully sleeping, leaned down and softly kissed her cheek. She stirred, opened her eyes and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me deeply.

"Get yourself a shower and let's go shopping. We don't know if this is permanent or not but either way you're going to need some nice clothes to wear." She patted my bum and ushered me into the bathroom.

"Ummm, what if this change is permanent? What then?" I asked from the shower.

"Well, I think I have already answered that question, or have you already forgotten the last few hours?" Beth replied.

"So, you really find me more attractive and desirable, like this?" I inquired.

"You really have to ask?" She said abruptly.

"What of our son? What do we tell him if this is permanent?" I questioned.

"He's only 3 now so I think we have some time before we have to cross that bridge dear."

Exiting the shower, Beth handed me a towel, and then got in to clean herself up.

"I laid an outfit out for you on the bed. It should fit you fine for now." My wife's stated as I padded into the bedroom.

There, carefully laid out on the bed, was a matching white lace bra and panty set, atop a white spaghetti strapped Sun dress covered with bright yellow sunflowers. On the floor was a pair of light brown strappy sandals. I went to my dresser and got one of my gaffs. After putting it on and tucking everything away, I put on the white lace bra and panties, then slipped into the dress. So far everything fit well enough but my wife was right, I was going to need a new wardrobe.

By now Beth was out of the shower and drying off. As she peeked out to check on me she said; "Looks like it fits you good. How bout the sandals?"

"Just getting to that." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

My new petite feet slipped right in to the sandals and I said to my wife; "They fit well enough."

"What size are these sandals?" I inquired.

"7 I think." Beth replied.

Wow! Size 7 womens shoe. I thought to myself. I used to wear a 9 in men's.

"Quit dawtling. There's a bogo sale at Maurcelles." I heard my wife holler as she headed down the hall to our sons room.

"What are we calling you anyway?" Beth asked.

Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that. Can't very well have people calling me Paul when I look like this now can we? I thought to myself.

"I'm open to suggestions!" I shouted as I fumbled through my wife's collections of purses.

"I've always been partial to Katie." Hollered Beth as she came out of our sons room dragging all manner of things.

"Katie it is." I replied as I took the stroller from my wife.

"Hey! That's my purse! Geez, you grow a pair of boobs and now you think you can just use all my stuff missy?" Beth said jokingly.

"I'll get my own while we're out." I assured her.

With the car finally loaded, everyone buckled up and secure, we were finally off for an afternoon of shopping.

Shopping with Beth was delightful. I'm pretty sure she was even more excited than me about buying so many new clothes. First we went through the lingerie department and stocked up on bras, panties and stockings, not to mention several new nightgowns for each of us. Then it was off to look at dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans and all manner of clothing. We spent more than we should have and I am now the proud owner of a closet full of Womens attire. We boxed up Paul's things and moved them to the garage, just for the time being, in case... Well you know.

Worn out from our shopping we readied for bed, cuddled up and drifted off.

By this time I had only been wearing the arm band for two days and already; I had shrunk in height, grown breasts, my hair was down to my bum and deep auburn in color, my eyes were now emerald green and my voice was softening.

Over the next three days, little happened save for my voice changing a few more octave's and becoming more moelodic.

My boss has seemed to grasp the basic jist of what's happening and appears to be quite pleased actually. I'm trying not to think of what scheme he has up his sleeve with regards to my situation.

Beth seems fine with all the goings on and our son now thinks of me as his aunt, though we tried to explain, truth is I'm not sure I even understand it all.

Everything seemed as though it had run its course. The band had fully integrated into my arm and only the outline was still visible. Sort of like a faded tattoo. The eyes were still quite green, though not as bright or vibrant as in the begining.

It was the evening of the sixth night when all hell broke loose! After returning from a late night at the club, Beth and I had settled into bed. Our satin nightgowns gliding over the others as our bodies became entangled and we kissed. I began to feel, what I thought were stirrings of arousal, when I stopped and pulled back. My face contorted in excruciating pain as my body doubled over and I fell off the bed. As i hit the floor, I gasped for breath and Beth was instantly at my side.

"Oh my god! Katie! What's wrong?" She pleaded as I struggled to breath.

"I...it...it feels..." Another burst of intense pain stopped me from finishing.

"Katie! Please! Tell me what I can do to help!" Beth said frantically.

I took a deep breath and managed to explain before another bout caused me to scream.

"It feels like my insides are being ripped out!"

Suddenly, everything went black.

When I came to, I was back in bed with beth sitting beside me. Tears rolled down her face as she wiped mine with a cool cloth.

"Mm, what happened?" I whispered through parched lips.

Beth's eyes lit up and she nearly knocked me back out by hugging me so tight.

"Don't EVER do that to me again!" She scolded.
"I've been worried sick over you!"

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Nearly a whole day." She informed me while helping me to sit up so I could drink some water.

It was whilst moving about and situating myself that I noticed an odd emptiness between my legs. My eyes widened, then closed as I thought, "No. Please not that."

"What Katie? What's wrong?" Beth pleaded.

Opening my eyes, I caught Beth's and slowly looked down.

"NO!" She exclaimed.

I hesitantly pulled back the bed sheets and lifted my satin nightgown. My eyes welled up with tears as I saw that my testicles were gone, their sack had become introverted and my tallywhacker was but a mere stubb.

Beth wrapped her arms around me and we sat there, huddled together, crying.

Finally, Beth whispered; " I am so sorry honey. Just know that I still love you and will be right here beside you."

I managed a nod and held her a little tighter.

"I...I guess we know now that its permanent." I stammered.

"I guess we do." Replied Beth

I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Could you get me a pen and paper?" I asked.

"What for?" Beth inquired as she got up and fetched a pen and pad from her night drawer.

"Well..." I began, "the only thing that hasn't changed yet is my mind and I want to write this experience down just in case."

And so, we are back at the beginning. The last of my male self is pulling its way in, amid twinges of pain that now only give me cause to wince, and has been replaced with a delicatly soft, moist, pink vagina. The faded outline of the arm band is gone and no trace has been left. Beth lays beside me with her head resting on my thigh as I write the last of my experience down on paper. I have no idea what the future holds for Beth and I, but she assures me that we will face it together. Her resolve brings me great comfort.

As such, I leave you all with one final note. If ever you should find a small antique box containing a golden serpentine arm band with emerald eyes, well...if you decide to put it on, I wish you all the best! It will change your life! Best wishes. Katie.

I hope that you all found my first story to be entertaining. As always, comments are welcome and appreciated. XOX Bri.