Transsexual Female / 23
I Am My Wife's Grateful Shemale Slave Wife
When I was 15 years old (no this isn't a "when I was a kid confession") I had a huge crush on my English teacher. She was an incredibly beautiful 30-something brunette who was tall and curvy and probably three times my size but was more muscle than fat. She was a very dominant person and wore three inch pumps and a short pencil skirt and stockings with a seam up the back and her hair in a severe bun. She also wore blood red nail polish and matching lipstick and her voice was as severe as her bun. But nothing happened because I was only 15 and unworthy of such a goddess. But I drooled every day and took matters into my own hand every night while thinking of nothing but how I might one day get to worship her more intimately.
On graduation night after the official ceremony everyone was posing for pictures with their favorite teachers and their friends. While I did want a picture with my then former English teacher, it had been three years since I had her as a teacher and thus three years since I'd talked to her though occasionally we had exchanged innocent glances. Ms. B came right over to where my Mom was taking a picture of me and my math teacher and said "hello Brian."
She smiled and my mom smiled and Mom took a picture of me and Ms. B who I think had grazed her finger across my ass. I was 18 so she didn't commit any crimes by doing so and not even due to being my teacher since as of 15 minutes earlier I was officially no longer a student. I'm not even sure that it wasn't my imagination. But as she was about to leave to have her picture taken by another student she slipped a piece of paper into my hand which I discretely slipped into my pocket.
When I got home and into my bedroom and locked the door I took the paper out of my pocket and read it: "Brian, I've been watching you since you were in the 7th grade and you are the prettiest student that I have ever seen. Now that we can do things legally, if you want to become my personal property call me at this number..." I had an instant erection. I got out my phone and called her immediately.
She knew it was me when I called and invited me over the next day to discuss my future. When I got to her place she had said that from the first moment that she saw me she knew that one day I would agree to let her turn me into a girl and would marry her and become her slave wife. I was stunned. I had never even thought about cross dressing before much less a sex change. She told me I was far prettier and more feminine than any of the girls at the high school and all I needed was a few procedures and I would be the girl of her dreams. I asked if I could keep my dick and balls and she said "just until you've given me some babies then off they must come." I was stunned. I was really attached to my genitals but Ms. B was the most beautiful goddess I'd ever fantasized about. I hadn't even noticed her until I was in her sophomore English class but she'd seen me three years earlier and had been tracking my movements and even got me switched into her class so she could get a good look at me every day.
My mom was not happy when I told her I was going to marry my former English teacher who was then 41 years old. She was livid when I told her I was really a girl inside and Mr. B was going to pay for my transformation. In all honesty it was a forced transformation and that is the way I prefer to remember it. I liked the idea of being forced to become her wife. My blond hair was already very long, down to my waist by the time I was in her class three years earlier and now down to my knees. I knew I looked like a girl and had to constantly correct strangers who were confused by my gender. I was somewhat short and very slender so that added to my girly looks but I had no idea my appearance was so convincingly feminine until Ms. B told me that she was a lesbian and not the slightest bit attracted to any man and so therefore I must not be a genuine male, her logic. Honestly I'd have climbed into a wood chipper for one kiss with her. That's how bad I had it for her.
My sister, some cousins and one aunt were the only family to accept my fiancé's invitation to our wedding. My mother was having none of it. She didn't consider us legally married after the ceremony. Ms. B had bought me a huge engagement ring, a gorgeous wedding gown and white lingerie to go under along with white pumps. My breasts were still sore from the implants a few months earlier and we had just come back from Korea where I had a procedure to feminize my voice using a revolutionary technique that reduced recovery time, required very little voice training and had far superior results than previous methods. I already had a soft high pitched voice for a male. Now I sounded like a young teenage girl. We had sex for the first time in Paris where the first leg of our honeymoon was. we spent two weeks there, two more weeks in Hawaii and two more in Disneyworld. It was a dream come true. We were like mother and daughter during the day and at night we were Goddess and grateful slave. When we got home at the end of the summer I got a tramp stamp that read "MOMMY'S GRATEFUL SISSY BITCH!"
That was a little over a year after I graduated from high school. I'd already been living as Ms. B's housewife for almost a year having moved in with her only weeks after graduating.
We've been married now for four years and have two children, a three year old daughter and a one year old son. Mom refuses to have anything to do with any of us. She won't acknowledge her own grandchildren. On my 24th birthday Ms. B is going to have my testicles ritually removed. Basically they will be ritually mutilated out of existence without anesthesia. the louder I scream the more my screams will turn on Ms. B. I can't wait. Then I will go in for my bottom surgery and after that my facial feminization surgery and tongue lengthening which I didn't even know was a thing but it seems it is.
My only regret was that all this couldn't have happened about 12 years ago.
On graduation night after the official ceremony everyone was posing for pictures with their favorite teachers and their friends. While I did want a picture with my then former English teacher, it had been three years since I had her as a teacher and thus three years since I'd talked to her though occasionally we had exchanged innocent glances. Ms. B came right over to where my Mom was taking a picture of me and my math teacher and said "hello Brian."
She smiled and my mom smiled and Mom took a picture of me and Ms. B who I think had grazed her finger across my ass. I was 18 so she didn't commit any crimes by doing so and not even due to being my teacher since as of 15 minutes earlier I was officially no longer a student. I'm not even sure that it wasn't my imagination. But as she was about to leave to have her picture taken by another student she slipped a piece of paper into my hand which I discretely slipped into my pocket.
When I got home and into my bedroom and locked the door I took the paper out of my pocket and read it: "Brian, I've been watching you since you were in the 7th grade and you are the prettiest student that I have ever seen. Now that we can do things legally, if you want to become my personal property call me at this number..." I had an instant erection. I got out my phone and called her immediately.
She knew it was me when I called and invited me over the next day to discuss my future. When I got to her place she had said that from the first moment that she saw me she knew that one day I would agree to let her turn me into a girl and would marry her and become her slave wife. I was stunned. I had never even thought about cross dressing before much less a sex change. She told me I was far prettier and more feminine than any of the girls at the high school and all I needed was a few procedures and I would be the girl of her dreams. I asked if I could keep my dick and balls and she said "just until you've given me some babies then off they must come." I was stunned. I was really attached to my genitals but Ms. B was the most beautiful goddess I'd ever fantasized about. I hadn't even noticed her until I was in her sophomore English class but she'd seen me three years earlier and had been tracking my movements and even got me switched into her class so she could get a good look at me every day.
My mom was not happy when I told her I was going to marry my former English teacher who was then 41 years old. She was livid when I told her I was really a girl inside and Mr. B was going to pay for my transformation. In all honesty it was a forced transformation and that is the way I prefer to remember it. I liked the idea of being forced to become her wife. My blond hair was already very long, down to my waist by the time I was in her class three years earlier and now down to my knees. I knew I looked like a girl and had to constantly correct strangers who were confused by my gender. I was somewhat short and very slender so that added to my girly looks but I had no idea my appearance was so convincingly feminine until Ms. B told me that she was a lesbian and not the slightest bit attracted to any man and so therefore I must not be a genuine male, her logic. Honestly I'd have climbed into a wood chipper for one kiss with her. That's how bad I had it for her.
My sister, some cousins and one aunt were the only family to accept my fiancé's invitation to our wedding. My mother was having none of it. She didn't consider us legally married after the ceremony. Ms. B had bought me a huge engagement ring, a gorgeous wedding gown and white lingerie to go under along with white pumps. My breasts were still sore from the implants a few months earlier and we had just come back from Korea where I had a procedure to feminize my voice using a revolutionary technique that reduced recovery time, required very little voice training and had far superior results than previous methods. I already had a soft high pitched voice for a male. Now I sounded like a young teenage girl. We had sex for the first time in Paris where the first leg of our honeymoon was. we spent two weeks there, two more weeks in Hawaii and two more in Disneyworld. It was a dream come true. We were like mother and daughter during the day and at night we were Goddess and grateful slave. When we got home at the end of the summer I got a tramp stamp that read "MOMMY'S GRATEFUL SISSY BITCH!"
That was a little over a year after I graduated from high school. I'd already been living as Ms. B's housewife for almost a year having moved in with her only weeks after graduating.
We've been married now for four years and have two children, a three year old daughter and a one year old son. Mom refuses to have anything to do with any of us. She won't acknowledge her own grandchildren. On my 24th birthday Ms. B is going to have my testicles ritually removed. Basically they will be ritually mutilated out of existence without anesthesia. the louder I scream the more my screams will turn on Ms. B. I can't wait. Then I will go in for my bottom surgery and after that my facial feminization surgery and tongue lengthening which I didn't even know was a thing but it seems it is.
My only regret was that all this couldn't have happened about 12 years ago.
