Now I'm a complete girl

Husband to housewife

A true story.

My wife Belinda has a very high-powered job on the trading floor in the City of London.  She dresses for work in beautifully tailored, very expensive power suits – usually a pant suit but sometimes a skirt suit.  She pays £500 for designer high heels and £480 to have her light brown long bob cut and styled regularly at a top London hairdresser near her office building.  She can afford it.  Belinda is paid a lot of money but works very long hours.  She is on the trading floor before 7:00 am most mornings, and often needs to go out and socialise with clients until late in the evening.  Her clients are billionaires and require a personal service in the handling of their very large share portfolios.

As a primary school teacher, I naturally get paid far less, and with all the government interference in state schools my job was becoming increasingly stressful and less rewarding.  So I guess it was logical that when we had children, I would give up my job, which by that time I loathed, and stay at home to look after the children.

When George and Samantha were babies it was okay, although I did find it embarrassing to go to the mother and baby groups with the young mothers.  When the children got to school age, I began to hate being the only man standing at the school gate waiting for the children to come out.  The expressions of the mothers who I caught staring at me, but who looked away when I met their gaze, ranged from mild puzzlement to open hostility and even disgust.  It was so humiliating.  I didn’t feel like a ‘real man’ any more.

I discussed my problems with Belinda, and she listened sympathetically, but the idea that I could go back to teaching and she would give up her extremely lucrative profession was unthinkable – we simply couldn’t manage without her very generous salary, as we had a huge mortgage on our house in St John’s Wood.

My wife didn’t come up with any practical solutions but suggested that I was run down and maybe vitamin pills would help.  She said she’d get some for me.

It was after taking the pills for about six months that I started to notice the changes.  My breasts seem to be getting enlarged and my nipples were feeling tender, and the distribution of my body fat seemed to be altering. My hips were widening, and I was putting on weight on my thighs.  My wife at first assured me that it was probably just lack of exercise.  I didn’t do much physically beyond ALL the housework, cleaning, doing the shopping and walking twice every day to the school gate.  (Actually, that sounds like quite a lot of exercise and hard work, as many stay-at-home mothers still know.)  She suggested maybe I should take up jogging on join a local gym.  I had no enthusiasm to do either.

Belinda could see how unhappy I was.  Finally, she announced: “I am going to suggest something that might sound silly, but will you give it a try for me?  Let’s call it a sort of experiment.”  She went upstairs and brought down a package tied up in pink wrapping paper and a pink bow. “I want you to go upstairs and put on what’s in the package and also the clothes I have laid out on the bed for you.  I went shopping up Oxford Street in my lunch break.”

I took the package and went upstairs to our bedroom.  On the bed were laid out a black mini skirt and a cream silk blouse, and a pair of sheer black tights.  I opened the package. Inside I found a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra. I looked and looked at the female clothing in astonishment.  What on earth was Belinda playing at?  I sat on the bed and burst into tears. 

Belinda came into the bedroom, sat down next to me, putting her arm round my shoulders. 

“Come on, love, this is just something I want you to try.  Let me help you.”  I undressed and Belinda helped me into the bra and did it up at the back for me.  My new breasts seemed to fit snugly into the bra cups.  I slid the silk panties up my legs and rolled on the tights, after my wife had explained how to do it, then stepped into the mini skirt, put on the blouse, and she helped me do up the buttons, as my fingers felt clumsy.  Belinda sprayed some of her Dior scent behind my ears, then went to the wardrobe and produced a pair of Jimmy Choo black high-heeled court shoes.

“Sit down on the dressing table stool, love,” coaxed my wife, tapping the fluffy faux fur top of the stool with her hand.  She combed back my hair, which had grown quite long, as I hadn’t had time to get it cut for quite a while. She put it into a pony tail with a black elastic scrunchie. “I’m going to make up your face,” she said.  She explained what she was doing, applying foundation, eye makeup to my lids, and outlining my eyes with a black pencil.  “This is called kohl, it’s an eyeliner,” she said. She applied mascara to my lashes and lipstick in a shade of lustrous red to my lips and completed my makeup with a touch of blusher to my cheeks. Then she removed the scrunchie and brushed out my blonde hair, which had grown to near shoulder-length.

“Slip on the shoes,” she said. I put on the black stiletto court shoes.  It felt very strange, wearing high heels.  Belinda opened the wardrobe door, which had a full length mirror on the inside. “Have a look,” she said. I stood in front of the mirror, and saw an attractive blonde woman looking back at me.

“What have you done to me?”  I felt tears again brimming in my eyes.  I wasn’t sure whether it was from shame, humiliation – or a strange emotion I couldn’t clearly identify.  Was I a bit turned on and at the same time almost grateful for what my wife had done to me?  How could that be? I was a man, wasn’t I?

“What do you think of yourself, dressed like this?  You make a very pretty girl!”

I didn’t know how to respond. I felt confused but also strangely  - excited? I was reluctant to admit it to myself, as if I had crossed some forbidden barrier that should not, ever, be opened to those born into the male sex.

“Stay like it for now, love.  Come downstairs and let’s watch something on Netflix.”  I found it quite hard to go down the stairs in high heels, but managed it somehow without falling headlong. 

I sat down on the sofa and looked down at my nylon-clad legs in the mini skirt. 

“Can I do your nails?” Belinda asked.  Before I could reply, she produced some red nail varnish from her handbag, took my hand, and proceeded to paint my nails.

We watched a science fiction film, then went up to bed.  On the bed there was a baby-doll nightie of burgundy silk. “That’s for you tonight,” she said.  “Will you put it on for me?”

We had the best sex that night for a long time. Gentle, passionate. We both orgasmed repeatedly. 

The next morning was Saturday.  We took the children for a sleepover at grandma’s. Belinda announced: “We’re going shopping.  Will you wear again the mini skirt and blouse?”

‘

I’ll look ridiculous. Everyone will know I’m a man.”

“I don’t think so – you pass very well as a woman.  No-one will think anything other than that you are a very attractive woman.”

“I don’t know - ”

“Try it, for me.”

So off we went to Covent Garden, where we had a coffee in one of the up-market coffee shops.  “To give you confidence,” Belinda explained. Then we hit Oxford Street and the stores.  Belinda helped choose skirts, dresses, shoes, lacy underwear, including even a silky suspender belt and sheer stockings; more nighties, coats, handbags – a complete female wardrobe - for me.  I even went in the ladies’ changing rooms to try on some of the clothing for size. The shop assistant who gave me a token for the number of items I was trying on did not give me a second look.

After our shopping, we went for a drink and something to eat in Blame Gloria, a swanky basement cocktail bar. Belinda looked across the table at me, as we drank Porn Star martinis.

“Would you like to stay like this forever – be my girl?” 

I didn’t reply. 

I gulped down a lump of the ice and used the straw to suck up a big slug of my drink, feeling immediately the heady hit of the vanilla-infused Eristoff vodka and passion fruit liqueur.

When the children came back from grandma’s on Sunday, I was still fully dressed as a woman.  Belinda brought me into the living room.  George and Samantha stared at me in amazement. 

“This is your new Pa,” my wife explained – “she’s no longer called Alan.  Her name is Alice now, but she is still your father, and you can still call her Pa – or Alice, if you prefer.  She is going to be a woman from now on.”

That’s news to me, I thought.

It is amazing how accepting children of nine and seven can be.  It is amazing how accepting I was.

“Okay,” said George.

“No problem,” said Samantha, with all the maturity of a confident nine year old.  “We know all about transgender people. There’s a trans boy in my class, who always come to school dressed as a girl. Her name is Kylie. She has long hair and plays with me and the other girls on the playground. “

“Can we go and play on the X-Box now?” asked George.

The kids hurried off into the study to play on the X-Box.

“I don’t remember saying I was agreeing to be a woman from now on,” I said.

“I love you more than ever as a woman,” replied my Belinda. “Give it a go for me, love. There’s some advantages, you know.  For one thing it will be much easier for you, standing with the other women at the school gate, for example. And it will be much easier for me to have a wife to take care of things at home, as I work such long hours.”

Well reader, you have probably guessed the rest. Belinda took me to Marbella to have facial feminisation surgery.  Dr. Luis Capital and Dr. Daniel Simon performed the feminine brow sculpturing, lip lift, and liposuction under my jaw, while a German plastic surgeon whose name I forget carried out my nose job. The nurses at the Marbella clinic were wonderful, and I was also looked after by Lilia Koss, a very friendly and supportive American lady who worked as English-speaking liaison for the Facial Team.  Lilia was married to a Spanish guy. They lived in a little Andalusian village a few miles from Marbella.

After the FFS there was no turning back. I continued with the female hormones (I had already guessed they weren’t ‘vitamins’).  My wife urged me to complete my feminisation.  She persuaded me to visit our GP, who referred me to the NHS Gender Identity Service at Charing Cross Hospital.  

I arrived at the first meeting fully dressed as a woman (I had been living full time as a woman for over nine months), so it was no surprise that I was diagnosed as having gender dysphoria. They assumed I would continue with the female hormone treatment, prescribing Estradiol – 4 mg a day – which was free on the NHS, although we could have afforded to pay for it privately of course.  

It was understood that there was no doubt that I would proceed to full sex reassignment surgery.  I didn’t seem to have much say in it - I just went along with it all. I concluded that as my wife had been able to feminise me so easily, I really must have gender dysphoria, although it's not a term I care for much. I must have wanted to change my gender, deep down.  The subconscious is a funny thing.  Sometimes we don’t even recognise our own deepest yearnings.  Had I always wanted to be a girl?  Did the fact that my mother had sometimes dressed me up in my sister’s clothes have anything to do with it or was I born this way?  Who knows? 

So, I accepted my fate.  I went down to the private Nuffield Health Hospital in Brighton, and stayed there for ten days, to have the sex reassignment (or gender reassignment – or ‘gender confirmation’) surgery.  (I never know whether it is correct to call it SRS or GRS or ‘Gender Confirmation Surgery’, as they seem to prefer in the U.S.)  The surgeon was one of the top U.K. consultants for sex change surgery – Mr. Thomas.  He was very kind, as were the nurses.  Of course I had to wear a catheter for the first five day after the surgery, then the day came for the plaster bandage to be removed. 

“There we are dear,” announced the nurse, ‘you’re a girl!”  The nurse was called Tracey, a pretty, slightly over-weight, brunette girl who had been caring for sex reassignment cases for several years. The catheter was removed and I peed for the first time sitting down.  “That’s the way you will always be peeing in future!” announced Tracey, with something akin to glee.

Belinda and the children stayed in a hotel nearby and came to visit every day. Unusually in view of her high-powered job, my wife had taken time off to be with me while I was undergoing the surgery.

I was naturally a bit sore ‘down below’ for several weeks, but it was surprising how fast things heeled up and looked ‘normal’ down there.  After three months, you really wouldn’t have been able to tell my new vagina from any other woman’s.

Belinda delighted in seeing me in my panties and bra when I was getting dressed, particularly how femininely smooth and flat my crotch looked now, and how well my boobs had come on, although she still urged me to have implants to make my chest a bit bigger. Eventually I gave in and now can easily fill a D-cup.

Well dear reader, that’s the end of this part of my story.  

I am not sure why you are reading this, which is all true, and as it happened. Perhaps you are a poor male who wishes it could happen to him?  Even without a beautiful wife like Belinda to feminise you completely, it can still happen to you if you really want it enough.  

Do you? 

© 2019 Amber Goth & Kate Lesley

(Some of my readers may be wondering - did this really happen?  Yes, it did.  Most of it, and particularly the details of the facial feminisation surgery, sex change surgery, female hormone treatment - I have personal experience of - it really happened to me.)

If you enjoyed this story, you will certainly love my book of classic transgender fantasy stories, available from Amazon:

Click cover above for Kindle version

Paperback version: How Stephen became Stephanie and other Transgender Tales

Reviews on Amazon

best trans fiction ever 

This book is a collection of beautifully written stories exploring transgender themes. Here you can read the fictional accounts of 'boy meets girl and boy wants to become girl and find true happiness and fulfilment. Then sheer pleasure as you are transported to the primeval forests of thirteen hundred years ago in 'The Lady of the Lake'. Then hold onto your seats, just try 'Virtual Reality Woman' which takes you to another dimension. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories.

Nice collection

A very nice variety of stories. The writer has a very human view on gender transition and the cover picture is fascinating. Loved everything in that book.

Looks good

I have bought this book for my 17 year old son who recently told me that he was a transgender and has hidden it until now. This book looks great and I hope he finds comfort with it. I love Transgender people, they are normal just like me and I have a lot of respect for them. This book looks very good. :)

Five Stars

Interesting reading

If you would like to read these original stories, illustrated with breathtaking colour photos and artwork, you can download the original classic FFG Transgender magazines:  http://www.tgfiction.co.uk/

Jack to Jacqui

"I am so happy I feminised my husband completely. Jack was a macho bully as a man, but Jacqui is a lovely woman who does whatever I say, and there can be no going back to her old self, after all the female hormones, dieting, facial feminisation surgery and sex reassignment surgery.  No-one would imagine she used to be a New York Giants quarterback!"

Jacqui is entered for the Feminised Husbands Pageant 2019 - will she win it and go on a world tour as the beautiful woman she has become?

Yes folks, Amber Goth is finally back in 2019 with a new Transgender Photo Caption! 

It's What He Dreamed Of - Wife Turns Husband Into Girl

My Completety Feminised Husbands video was banned today by YouTube!

My 'Completely Feminised Husbands' video that I posted back in March on YouTube had nearly 30,000 views, nearly all of them favourable, but it got banned today by YouTube.

You can still view it on this site among my blogs for March: http://amber-goth.blogspot.com/2011/03/completely-feminised-husbands-video.html

Please check it out and write a comment.  I didn't think it was that 'strong'?  Okay, a bit naughty, and yes, there are a couple of bare boobies and one or two muff shots in panties, but I don't show a full view of the 'down-belows'  Am I a wicked girl?  Should I be punished?  Or was it just one prude who complained to YouTube about it?  Why do they go on to a site which deals with transgenderism if they are gonna be shocked?

And we got a parking ticket last week for being 8 minutes late getting back to our car - a jobsworth creep of a parking attendant who should have been emasculated at birth.

Definitely not been my week!

Brazilian Boy to Girl Sex Change Transformation Show - Lingerie Modelling

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxrYnp4bOVg

The Daughter I Always Wanted

Feminizing drug regimens and living full-time in the female gender

Hello Girls,

Just this once I am putting aside the fantasy of TG Captions, much as I love them, and I am going to talk to you seriously about feminising medication.


New edit of this post - May 2013:

I don't know if any of you are serious about really becoming girls, but if you are - SEE A DOCTOR. Originally I posted a Feminising Medication Regimen here, but my advice now is don't go it alone and self-medicate if you can possibly get medical supervision.  In the U.K., visit your local G.P. surgery and get them to refer you to a Gender Identity Clinic.  These are run by the NHS and most big cities in the U.K. have one. 

I currently take only 1. and 2. below.  This is under medical supervision and I have regular bloodtests to monitor my hormone levels (estrogen and testosterone).

1.  4 mg Estradiol daily - eg. Elleste Solo (prescribed by the NHS) or Estrofem (available online from InHousePharmacy) – one 2mg tablet in morning, one 2mg tablet  in evening.  Estradiol alone will produce marked feminisation of the body, including breast growth and more feminine fat distribution on hips, within a few months.
2. 5 mg Finsasteride in the morning (in the U.K., you can get this from your G.P. on the NHS, if you have a dodgy prostate - BHP - Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia).
3. DO NOT take Spironolactone - dangerous!

PLEASE NOTE:  I am not a doctor or medically trained.  You should NOT start taking feminizing hormones unless you are absolutely sure you want to do this. In my case it came from somewhere so deep down in my psyche and subconscious that it was inevitable that I would do it eventually.    

It SHOULD be done under medical supervision and the feminising drugs should preferably be prescribed by a Gender Identity Clinic.

If you have to self-medicate (NOT recommended), you can obtain the feminising hormones from an Internet supplier such as InHousePharmacy. They deliver anywhere in the world, it's the real proprietary medicine, and thay are prompt and reliable on delivery.  In the U.K., you may have to pay 20% V.A.T. plus £8 handling charge to the Post Office when you import the drugs, but it is quite hit and miss whether the Post Office charges these import duties and handling fees.  On two deliveries from InHouse Pharmacy I had to pay it, but on another one I didn't, so it seems to depend on the efficiency (or otherwise) of the local Post Office, and maybe what mood they are in.

It is wonderful and truly liberating that one can control one's own feminizing drug regimen, and it has only been possible to do this since the advent of the Internet - certainly no one could do it in the 1970s, 1980s,or 1990s - or I might have started a lot sooner.

BUT, and here is a very important point, you should still at least tell your G.P. what you are taking, in case there is any conflict with other medication. My G.P. (a woman), knew what I was doing, and was pretty good about it.  Taking female hormones has well-known risks associated with it for women or men.  If becoming the woman you have always felt yourself to be is important enough to you, you will no doubt proceed in spite of the risks - but be aware of them.

I was surprised to realise, looking back on my invoices from  Inhouse Pharmacy that I had  been taking female hormones for over 5 years before I started getting them prescribed on the NHS. So I guess it's not surprising that I have boobs and a curvy shape - my hips have broadened, and my fat distribution is pretty female - my arms and legs look feminine, and it has also feminised my face. 

I did not begin with the full pre-SRS MtoF transsexual feminising regimen when self-medicating; I started with just 2 mg of Estradiol (Estrofem or Progynova) for most of that time, building up to 4 mg per day.  That is enough to promote breast growth - you start to see the difference after 6-9 months.

I was lucky in that I started with a fairly un-masculine body to begin with - I an not that tall, I can wear a normal female size of shoes, and I have always had broad hips and rather narrow shoulders, and not much musculature - so my body lapped up the female hormones from the beginning.  I am also blonde, which means that body hair has not been a great problem, and it has now reduced to a female level anyway.l.

In 2011 I began living full-time in the female gender role, changed my name by deed poll, and had facial feminisation surgery  (FFS) performed by The Facial Team in Marbella, Spain.  See my Blog about this:

Facial Feminisation Surgery Post 1

Facial Feminisation Surgery Post 2

I have also had quite a lot of laser and electrolysis hair removal treatments to get rid of facial hair, and can now manage with no foundation at all.  Electrolysis is the most effective way to remove facial hair permanently, but is VERY painful and a long process which can take years.

Now I've transitioned, I am able to go shopping en femme with my wife, and I don't get stared at.  I guess I just look like a woman. My wife says when we are shopping and she looks round, she just sees another woman - and doesn't always realise it's me! There is nothing illegal about wearing women's clothes - half the population of the world do it anyway, and more and more folk born with XY chromosomes are also choosing to dress and live as women.  And why not? 

I have my own shoulder length blonde hair, and so don't have to wear a wig, and my boobs are big enough to give me a good cleavage if I wear something low-cut. But I dress sensibly, and wear what other women around my age wear.  It's great to be able to spend as long as I want looking at lingerie and women's clothes and shoes without feeling embarrassed!  I am working hard on developing a feminine voice; this is a real challenge! More on this is a future blog. 

I hope this has been some help to a few of you - please do let me know by commenting.

'Normal service' - ie. a naughty TG Caption or two - will be resumed in my next blog.

Hugs and kisses x x x Amber

Abbi Has Completed Her Feminisation

Before and After Surgery

Three of My Girls on a Day Out

Yes Darling, It's Gone Complelety

A Celebrity Visitor comes to St. Hildegarde's High

   Some of you have doubted that  St. Hildegarde's actually exists, and think it is a figment of my warped imagination.  Well, if you have read the final part of 'School for Sissies' in Forced Femme & Girlhood Vol. 1, you will know it is in north Derbyshire, England, near the village of Ashton Cross.
   (To read the earlier parts of 'School for Sissies', see School for Sissies Vol. 1 and School for Sissies Vol. 2.)

   We recently had a celebrity visistor from the U.S.A., who had heard about how we are helping mothers who have difficult and unruly boys - we turn them into docile and biddable girls - and the mothers are so pleased!

   Anyway, can you recognise who our celebrity guest is?  Here's a clue - she flew in all the way from Alaska!

Biker becomes biker chick

Will all men be feminised eventually?

Hello there girls,

I don't normally blog as such because I know most of you just like to look at TG caps and vids.

But I am kind of interested and intrigued by the incredible proliferation of TG sites and all things TG online.  And so many TG Caption sites, and TG Youtube sites, etc.

I date back to the early 1970s (oh dear, showing my age), when I first came out as a tranny, and being TG in those days was definitely a 'minority sport or pastime'.  Before that, in the 1960s, you could be arrested for dressing as a woman in public - although half the population did it all the time.  Even in the 1970s and early 80s it could be fairly risky. 

It says a lot about the position of women in society in those days - why should it be shameful to dress or wish to be a woman, unless the male-dominated society considered the female sex to be inferior? Thanks to the Women's Liberation movement, women in the West proclaimed their equality and argued against the proposition that the female sex was in some way inferior.  So if women are equal to or as good as men (and many might argue that traditional 'feminine' attributes of cooperation, empathy, compassion, etc. are better for society as a whole than traditional 'male' attributes of dominance, competition, agression, etc.) - then where is the 'shame' in men wanting to be more like women, or actually become women?

I am amazed and encouraged to discover that so many people 'born male', either transition to female or at least dream about being female.  Is this some sort of huge cultural/gender identity/gender roles shift, taking place in N. America and W. Europe (and Japan, and much of the Far East, who have been at it forever, anyway?)

I am thoroughly encouraged, because I think we are all basically feminine, whatever our sex chromosomes say.  Female is the default setting for human kind. 
 The macho/patriarchal shite is a preoccupation of the three great monotheistic religions, which put down women and the divine feminine - so males are just reverting (or 're-discovering') their feminine side, which was always there...

Embrace your feminine side, girls, enjoy it and go as far as you want on your journey towards girldom.  Some of you will only dream, some will take female hormones and dress en femme whenever they can (like me), and some will get their 'down belows' sorted and get their very own clitties and slotties! Maybe I will go the whole way one day...but I would have facial feminisation surgery first, as that, together with developing a feminine voice, is more helpful for 'passing' as a woman than what you've got in your panties.  Of course, if you really want to feel like a woman, then ultimately, you need to have a nice flat triangle of soft hair between your legs, and lovely labia and a sweet little clitoris, so you have to do your pee-pees sitting down - and how glorious that would be!

We are all sisters under the skin! Rejoice and love your feminine side - it is probably the best part of you.