Sarah is invited to stay the night with Phil. She is asked to spend more time as Sarah and must decide if Sarah is more than just a pleasant distraction. Part of this is based on some recent experience of mine.

I was still breathing hard from the climax I had just experienced. My legs were like jelly. Stay the night? Despite my exhaustion, I felt myself shiver at the thought. Spend the night with a man as a woman. Not just sex, but actually sleeping with him.

Most of the gurls I had spoken with told me that men lose interest fast after sex. it was a case of getting dressed quickly and out you go. I had always put this down to guilt.

"I'm not sure Phil. I don't know if you will like what you see in the morning."

"I understand Sarah. I'm a bit of a fright myself in the morning. I have had such a nice time tonight that I would just like to cuddle up to you and show my appreciation."

My heart melted for him. Is this what it was like to be a woman? Was I buying his line? He seemed genuine.

"I have no night clothes though Phil."

"You could wear that lovely slip as a nightgown and just keep your knickers on."

I really wanted to stay. Thoughts of how I would look in the morning rushed into my head. My facial hair did not grow fast. I would have to shave by mid-day though.

"Ok, Phil. If you insist."

"Oh, I do beautiful. I do."

I took my handbag upstairs and used the small amount of items I had to clean off the makeup that would smear. I left my eyes as they were. I sat on the toilet. My silky black slip around my waist and my knickers pulled down to my knees. I looked about the bathroom. Very expensive. Gold-plated taps. His house was huge. The bedroom and ensuite were as large as my entire flat.

I fished up and slipped into bed. I had slept in my wig before. Not the most comfortable experience, but it was a little chilly in the bedroom. I turned onto my side away from the bedroom door. A few moments later I felt Phil get in beside me. I held my breath. This was new to me. I could hear him slipping across the sheets towards me.

A hand touched my right arm then I felt his hard body behind mine. He bent his knees slightly and my smaller body was forced to conform.

I let out a sigh. This was so sensual. We were spooning. Through the two layers of silky nylon I was wearing I felt him hardening. His arm reached around further and my right nipple through the lace cup of my slip. God this felt so good. I was incredibly turned on. This must be how it feels for a wife going to bed with a randy husband.

I was tempted to reach back and stroke his member. I was still a little sore from earlier though. He seemed to sense my feelings.

"Don't worry about me, Sarah. I just trying to give you a nice wifey experience."

Did he seriously want me as his wife? I know his profile said that, but people put stuff like that to get gurls like me to have sex with them. I drifted off to sleep in his arms. I felt so safe and wanted. These were all new experiences for me. For the first time in years, I drifted off with a smile on my face.

I slept better than I had for ages. I woke once in a panic and wondered who was holding me. I felt a stiff object pressing between the cheeks of my bottom and remembered where I was. I didn't move. I was enjoying the feeling of companionship. I drifted back off to sleep.

"Sarah. Sarah. I have brought you a coffee. Two sugars right?"

I blinked away the sleep from my eyes.

"I'm sorry Phil. I must look a right state."

I felt for my chin. I could just feel my stubble starting to appear. I could cover it but must get home and shave.

"If you want to shower everything you need is in the ensuite."

I saw a pink razor next to the sink. After I showered and shaved felt a little more feminine again. I dressed and smelt bacon frying and I walked down the stairs.

"Bacon and eggs OK"

The smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying are some of my favorites. He didn't need to ask me twice. He pulled out a chair for me to sit on. I could get used to this, I thought.

After some small talk as we ate his expression changed. I was sipping coffee from a mug and he reached across the table and touched my left hand.

"Sarah, would you consider staying with me until Monday night?"

My eyes were wide. I had never expected anything like this. He really seemed to want to spend time with me. Well, with Sarah.

"It's bank holiday weekend. You don't need to be at work until Tuesday."

I looked straight into his eyes. He really was different. The few men I had met had wanted me gone as soon as we had any form of sex. Guilt overtakes them I supposed. He looked earnest. His hand touched mine.

"I really would like you to."

"Why Phil. I need to know why. I'm just a stupid pervert that likes to crossdress and play at being a woman."

He sighed and looked at me as I took a sip of coffee.

"Well,, Sarah, there were two boiled eggs boiling in the saucepan. One said to the other, phew it's hot in here, I can't wait to get out. The other said you won't like that mate they bash your head in with a spoon. "

It was a playground joke that I heard growing up. It was absurd. I giggled stupidly. I heard his phone click.

"What are you doing?" I was worried that any pictures may be used to blackmail me.

"Look at your face, Sarah. Look at your smile. Even your eyes smile. I saw that last night when I gave you the rose. My heart went out to you. You are beautiful when you smile. I would love you to show me a picture of Steve with a smile like that."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. He was right. I looked so happy. I was never as happy as Steve. I just lived my life and existed. I had suspected there might be more than just the enjoyment of wearing women's clothes.

"Why though Phil? What are you getting out of this? Why help me?"

"Oh, you silly girl. You really don't know how nice you are, do you? I have never met Steve, but I know Sarah is a beautiful person. Most of us have enough trouble living our lives. We are too busy chasing more money, a bigger house, and a better car. We don't stop to think of others or even ourselves. Then often it is too late. I don't want you to make that mistake. Sarah deserves a chance."

It was true. All of it. I just lived between chances to be Sarah. That was why Steve worked and lived. Just so Sarah could emerge from time to time. My face cracked and the tears flowed.

I felt Phil pull me to my feet and hug me. I loved the feeling. I never hugged anyone. He kissed my cheeks and dabbed away my tears.

"Please love. Stay with me and see what your life could be."

What could I say?

"Yes. Thank you so much I would love to."

After I tidied myself up we drove to my flat. I just didn't care who saw me. I normally only go out at night, but he filled me with such confidence I walked up the stairs and packed a small suitcase without a care.

Soon we were headed back to his house. The enormity of what I had just done and what I was about to do hit me. I started to shake.

"Are you OK Sarah?"

"Sorry, Phil. I just walked outside in broad daylight. I never do that. I am scared of being read."

"All you have to do is smile. No one will see anything except those eyes. Honestly, most people are too wrapped up in their lives to figure out if you may or may not be a woman. How much do you look at women you pass in the street?"

He was right. You only look if they stand out. Very tall, fat, too much makeup. Ordinary-looking women did not attract attention. I had always tried to look ordinary.

When we got back to his house I showered and changed my underwear and dress. I wore flesh-colored stockings and a polka-dot house dress. Even though I enjoyed heels I wore flat ballet shoes to keep my height down to 5ft 9 inches. Not too tall for the average woman.

When I came downstairs Phll closed his laptop.

"You up for a trip?"

"What? Where?"

"Just to the coast. I have booked us a room for the night at a hotel in Essex. We will be back tomorrow. Just go and pack for an overnight stay."

This was happening so fast. It was 3 p.m. It would be nearly dark when we got there. This was all new to me. I was thrilled in so many ways. A man was taking charge of me. Just like the old films I watched where women lived a more traditional life. This had been a fantasy of mine for so long. It seemed unreal to be living it.

When we went to his car, he opened the door for me as he had done every time. Such a gentleman. We chatted about our lives as he drove the 80 miles to the hotel.

"There it is. Right next to the roundabout," he said.

I knew the place. It was near a fishing lake I had been to a few years before. We drove passed it.

"Phil, where are you taking me?"

I trusted him. I was curious, not worried.

"You'll see."

Twenty minutes later we pulled up at the seafront at Walton on the Naze. I had visited and holidayed here as a child.

"Fancy a stroll?"

My heart pounded. I so wanted to. I wanted to walk hand with a man along the seafront. I wanted to be like the women I saw walking past the car window. I was still scared.

"I will be with you. Don't worry, everything will be fine. You're safe with me."

He helped me out of the car and I got my coat and handbag from the back seat. The next thing I knew we were walking toward the pier hand in hand. I felt the wind blowing up my skirt and around the bare flesh at my stocking tops. This all reminded me that I was a woman walking along the seafront with her man. I was just another woman with her man.

I felt such a rush of happiness I squeezed Phil's hand. He stopped and looked at me.

"There's that smile again."

We passed men, women, and couples. I never got a second glance. My confidence soared. A few moments later I realized I needed the toilet. I whispered to Phil and he pointed to the ladies across the road. I had no choice.

As I climbed the stairs I remembered that I always wondered what they were like inside. I passed a woman washing her hands who ignored me as I entered the stall. There was not enough room to swing a cat. I sat to do my business and was soon washing my hands and descending the stairs.

I smiled a Phil.

"Another first."

We walked up to the cliff above the pier and then back to a shelter by the beach. We sat holding hands and watched the sky darken. Phil put his arm around me and drew me in.

"You probably don't realize it, but you have been beaming since we got out of the car."

He was right. I was on cloud nine. This felt so right. I was happier than I had been in years.

He pulled my face close and locked his mouth on mine. His tongue probed and I did not resist. This was like a romance novel and I was the one being romanced.

Phil went off and got some fish and chips and we shared the meal as the air cooled. Warm chips out of the paper and a cool sea breeze are a wonderful combination.

I walked back to his car in a daze. I wanted this to be my life.

Back at the hotel, we signed in and as I walked away I realized that the young man on reception did not raise an eyebrow at me. I seemed to be passing without any problem. I was a woman in the eyes of the world.

I washed and changed into a black baby doll night dress with matching French knickers. Phil came out of the bathroom and wolf-whistled when he saw me. Another first. As he walked to the bed I slid off onto my knees.

"Sarah, you don't..."

"Shuush Phil"

I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out. It twitched and bounced in the cool air. That's for me I thought. Just seeing me has made him hard. I felt like I had a strange superpower. I started licking the underside of the shaft and heard him groan. My tongue swirled around the tip teasing him for a few moments he sighed as I engulfed him.

I had done this before somewhat mechanically, but I really wanted to please this man. He had been so nice to me. I just wanted to repay him in some small way.

After a few minutes of running my finger down the side of his shaft and using my pink polished nails on his balls, he began to get even harder. He was fit to unload. Just before he did he pulled away. I looked up disappointed. What had I done wrong?

"Please join me on the bed," he said.

I lay on my back and Phil pulled my small shaft from the loose lacy leg hole of my knickers. I felt him suck my whole member into his mouth. I was in heaven. I had forgotten how nice that felt. I writhed in the bed. My silky lingerie slid over my sensitive skin. He hang reached up an squeezed my right nipple.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned.

I felt a lube-covered finger enter my backside and I squealed. I knew what was coming and I wanted it more than anything.

Phil spread my legs, lifting them high and wide. I saw my painted toes through the stockings disappear over his shoulders. I felt the back of my knickers being pulled down. Then the probing tip of his cock sought entrance. I wiggled until it found its mark and Phil slid inside of me.

This wasn't like before. I wanted this so much. I wanted us to be joined. I pushed back against him. It hurt a little, but it was a good hurt. It meant we were one. He waited for me to become accustomed to him. His hand found my cock inside my silky drawers. He rubbed the fabric against my semi-stiff shaft. I squeezed his cock inside me. He took that as a signal and started to pump into me.

I was in heaven. The feel of him inside of me and the slippery silk against my cock was too much. He squeezed my nipple with his free hand and I exploded inside my knickers. My backside spasmed as I pumped my weak fluid inside my undies. This made him piston into me even faster. I felt him tense and then release inside of me.

As he collapsed on top of me I wrapped my nylon-covered legs about his. trapping him.

His breath has ragged in my ear. I felt so satisfied. He whispered into my ear.

"You're mine now Sarah. I am never letting you go."

After we both cleaned up, we went to bed. Phil held me gently all through the night. My mind was in turmoil. Was he serious about wanting me to be a wife? If he was, could I do it? This was a life-changing decision. As I lay awake I could hear him breathing closely behind me.

I was acutely aware of the silky white baby doll I was wearing. The knickers had three rows of thick lace on the back. I couldn't resist brushing my hand over them as I turned onto my left side.

I kept thinking about what he said. "You're mine now Sarah. I am never letting you go."

Did he mean that? Could I live a Sarah full time? My imagination ran wild. I would move to his house and live as a woman. I would have my own drawers full of lingerie that I would be expected to wear every day. I would have closets full of dresses, skirts and blouses. I would have so many pairs of shoes and boots to choose from. I started to feel my nipples harden as they brushed my silky nighty.

I had a very boring life as a man. I existed, that was all. I lived day to day so I could dress and be Sarah at weekends. It was such a huge decision. My life would never be the same. Phil seemed like a sweet guy. Sweet guy? I was starting to think as a woman now.

I felt Phil shifting. His right arm came around my shoulder and settled on my right breast. It felt so good as he gently squeezed. He shifted his whole body against mine as he moved closer. He bent his knees forcing mine to bend. We were in the classic spoon position. I was the little spoon. I felt his cock start to harden as it brushed the ruffles on the back of my knickers.

I felt so vulnerable and feminine. I could smell his masculine scent as he nuzzled the back of my neck. I felt him kiss my shoulder and work his way up to my ear.

"Don't worry my dear. I want you, but we both need our sleep. I just wanted to tell you something."

"Yes, Phil. What is it?"

"I..I think I am falling in love with you."

"Oh? Oh.. er thank you. Can we talk about this in the morning?"

"I'm sorry. I don't want to scare you off, but I need to let you know how I feel."

He kissed me and held me tight. I drifted back to sleep. I lay awake thinking what all this meant. Could I love a man? I never thought of myself as gay, but gay, and straight were just words used by humans to put others into boxes. Love was love. I was flattered. It choked me up when I realized that no one had said they loved me for so many years. He loved me.

When the long weekend was over, Phil popped the question to me on the ride back.

"Sarah, I know this is a big decision, and please take your time answering. Would you consider living with me as Sarah full-time? We can live as man and wife. You could be Sarah for the rest of your life. You probably don't see it, but I do. You have a radiance about you as Sarah. You should have always been a woman."

I had feared he would ask this, yet I wanted it. Sarah wanted to be free. She wanted her turn. Giving up your whole life as a man is a huge thing to do though.

"Phil, I am so grateful for what you have done. I don't think I have been happier in my life than I have been in the last few days."

"Well then why even think about it say yes."

"It would be so easy to do that Phil, but I have a job and a life as a man."

"You would not have to work again. I will take care of you, Sarah. I would just want you to do what any housewife does. Washing, cooking, cleaning, and ironing. That and stay looking damm sexy and beautiful."

I nearly shuddered thinking about that life. I had a vision of myself pushing a trolly around a supermarket. I could feel the lace of my knickers gently brushing my legs. The suspenders tugging at my stockings as I walked. The clicking of my boots on the tiled floor. This would be how I could live my life. I took all my willpower not to scream yes.

"Phil, please understand that this is something I have dreamed about, but sometimes you must never have your dreams come true. I need to take time to think about this."

He seemed crestfallen. I was crying as we neared my flat. With teary eyes he said.

"Sarah. I love you. I would give you everything. I want you to be my wife. I will give you a white wedding if that is what you want. But I respect you, so just do this for me. I don't think I can bring myself to talk to you if you say no. I will come by your flat at nine o'clock next Friday. If you want to live with me leave your curtains open and put your light on. If I see no light I will know."

He helped me to my front door and pecked me on my cheek. It was heart-wrenching watching him walk back to his car. What had I done?

Tuesday was awful at work. I could not concentrate. I got balled out for mistakes and my clothes felt horrible. Those days with Phil were magical, but could I live full-time as Sarah? What about when I needed to visit the doctor or my driver's license?

I looked into it when I got home. The solution was to get a Gender Recognition Certificate. I had to convince a panel that I was going to remain living as a woman for the rest of my life. That would take a couple of years. I could change my name by deed pole. That was a lot easier, it just took a few months.

I had been a man all my life. I never liked it, but it was the hand I had been dealt. Could I make such a huge change? Did I deserve to be happy?

Friday 9 P.M.

Phil had had an awful week. He could not understand why Sarah could not see who she really was. Perhaps he had come on too fast. He had only known her for a few weeks and he had asked her to be his wife. He cursed his impulsive nature. It had served him well in business though. he made quick decisions that had made him wealthy.

He felt sick to his stomach as he turned the corner. He dreaded looking up. As he did he nearly crashed the car into a lamppost. In the window of Sarah's flat, blazed a powerful light. It shone out like a lighthouse, but instead of warning sailors away, it welcomed him in.

I heard the frantic banging on the front door and nearly tripped in my stiletto heels trying to run to answer it. I opened it and saw a grinning Phil panting and gasping. He must have run up the stairs.

"Just your living room light would have done," Phil said.

I smiled. "I wanted to make sure you saw it. It was a work light I got in a sale. I don't suppose I'll never need it again."

Phil pushed through the door and lifted me off my feet and span me around.

"You won't regret this. I going to make you a very happy woman."

"I love you, Phil. I understand that now. I am going to be the perfect wife."

One year later.

I savored the sound of my heels clicking as I walked around the huge kitchen. My petticoats billowed out as I dipped down to put the shepherd's pie in the oven. Phil would be back soon and I thought I would give him a treat. I walked to the hall to check my look. I was wearing a low-cut black dress with white polka dots. It flared out at my hips, held there by the ample net petticoats I wore. I loved them, as they tickled my legs through the seamed nylon stocking I was wearing.

I reached into my bra and adjusted my breasts. I was 38 C cup. I had the augmentation two months ago. It felt wonderful having my own breasts. My hair had grown long enough to style and I had it in a 1950's bob cut. I looked every inch the 1950's housewife. I had noticed Phil looking at the women in Mad Men. I thought I would see how he liked my new look.

"Sarah, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen honey."

He stopped at the door, staring at me, wide-eyed.

"You like?"

"Oh my god. Yes"

I could see the bulge grow in his trousers. He practically lept on me. His hands were everywhere. We were kissing and fumbling. I undid his belt and he stepped out of his trousers and underwear. I sat on a chair and took him into my mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as I worked my magic on his shaft. I felt him tense up, but then he pulled out.

"What's the matter?"

"You look so good I just have to have you."

He bent me over the kitchen table and fluffed the petticoats up to reveal my vintage silk French knickers. He slid his cock up the wide lace-trimmed leg and found my hole. I had prepared myself for this. He slipped in gently. I groaned into the tablecloth. He pounded me hard. I had excited him so much he couldn't help himself. I loved this power I had over him. It is so nice to be wanted.

He finished quickly and helped me to my feet.

"Sorry dear, but you got me so turned on you little minx."

"That was the idea, honey. I want to show you how grateful I am."

"You don't need to. You are the perfect wife. I mean that I couldn't ask for more."

I smiled at that. I understood. He was right. As I climbed the stairs to change my knickers I called out.

"Dinner in twenty minutes. Shepards pie, your favorite."

"You are just too perfect love. I'm taking you out for a meal tomorrow."

I was the perfect wife. I knew men because I was one. Men just want a peaceful home, no drama. They are not mind readers. Women get upset and expect men to know exactly what is wrong with them. Women use sex as a weapon. I never reject Phil, even if I don't feel like having sex. I know how rejection feels. I spend time making sure I look pretty and sexy when I'm with him. I knew this because my wife had done all those things to me. He asks so little for giving me this perfect life. I love spending my time as a wife.