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By *BW TV Jada OP   TV/TS  over a year ago

North West

So, I posted in here before about some messages I received on the site but I've now let my imagination run wild and turned them a proper story rather than just some copy and pasted messages. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

The things that used to bring me joy seemed to be following the law of

diminishing returns and, as a result, I was stuck in a rut. Though there

was still one thing that still brought me excitement and joy...

Ever since I could remember, I have been a crossdresser. My earliest

memory of this was trying on a pair of my grandmother's high heels at

the age of four and being laughed at by my father. The shame made that a

taboo straight away! However, I would continue to dress in my sister's

things whenever I secretly could. It wasn't just about the clothes,

there was a strong desire to be female but the shame stopped this from

being expressed. I guess I was and still am suffering from gender

dysphoria.

That is the very reason the weekends, when I get the chance to dress,

really do bring me a sense of true happiness. For years I would spend

the odd Saturday evening dressing and taking selfies and that was

enough. Or should I say, it was enough until it wasn't enough. The

photos and the clothing gradually became more risqué and eventually I

wanted to share them to see what reaction I would get. Sometime later, I

joined an adult hook-up site where I would upload my pics and bask in

the positive feedback.

Now, I'm not of typical build for a male: I'm 5'4" and overweight (a

female size 20/22) and due to this I don't have any trouble filling a

38C bra (one benefit I suppose). I'm also half Vietnamese and half-

white, which probably helps to explain the height and lack of body hair.

I was pretty passable I suppose, with a feminine face, full lips and

those oriental eyes. I wasn't expecting too many proposals from the

site, as I joined looking to meet women and from my experience, women

don't tend to have much interest in crossdressers. Many months passed

with no genuine interest from the girls, but (predictably) thousands of

messages from men. I had no interest in men whatsoever so I would delete

these straight away without even reading them!

One morning, I logged into the site to check my emails, and amongst the

deluge of messages from men were a few from couples - I always read

those, just in hope the female wants to play alone. It was even from a

verified couple so I knew it was genuine. Upon reading the message I

genuinely aroused and absolutely shocked to the core! I have copy and

pasted it below:

"Hi Jada,

I had to get in touch after looking at your profile. Now I'm not sure

this will be for you so please just say no if it isn't. My name is Gemma

and as you can see I'm part of a couple on here. We've been playing on

this site for a long time and married for even longer. The reason I

messaged you is because I have a fantasy and I think you would be

perfect to play a role in it. I looked at your pictures and I love your

curvy body! You look around the same size as me (5 foot 5, size 20, 38DD

and size 7 feet). Well, in the hope that you are a similar size, the

following is what I would like to happen...

I want you to come round to our house and I want to dress you up in my

clothes: knickers, bra, stockings, heels, dress - everything! I then

want to do your make up just like mine and have you wear a wig that

looks just like my hair. I want to make you look like an exact copy of

me. Once this is done I want you on my bed and playing with yourself

using my sex toys while I film you. After a while, my husband will walk

in (I'm getting wet just thinking about this now) and take you. He's

much bigger and stronger than your feminine self so he'll be able to

treat you like a sexy little wife. He's going get you to suck his big

cock and play with your tits and arse before he fucks you. All the time

you are going to be my replacement so he will be calling you Gemma. You

will also be wearing my wedding ring so you will be his wife and you

will give him what a wife should give her husband. I want to film the

whole thing until he shoots his cum inside you.

I hope this sounds good to you because it does to me!! I want this to

become a regular thing so let me know if you want to become the new

Gemma. Xxxx"

As I said, I was shocked because as somebody who considered themself

straight I was so turned on. The email left me confused about my own

sexuality after all these years! I was too stunned to even respond and

by the time my curiosity got the best of me, they deleted their profile.

I was devastated! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity gone just like that.

Maybe it was a fake profile? But, they were verified? The site had an

active forum where we could all share our experiences. It was a nice

community, so I decided to share the message I received with the others

and air my frustrations.

A week or so passed and I'd managed to let go of my disappointment. I'd

continue to post my pics on the site in the fading hope for female

interest. When, one day, out of the blue, I received a message from

another couple titled 'Become me, become the wife'. Well, that got me

instantly excited so I opened up the message straight away in a rush of

pure exhilaration.

"Hello Jada,

First of all please allow me to compliment you on your photos, they are

just divine! I recently read your message on the forum about you taking

the place of a wife in the bedroom and I must say, I was incredibly

turned on. Although it's not a situation I have ever imagined, it is now

something I must try!

We are a similar size, but you are a good few years younger than me so I

hope that isn't an issue. I'd love to see you dressed in my bra,

knickers, stockings and heels, lying on my bed with my vibrator inside

you. You would make such a wonderful replacement! My husband wouldn't be

able to keep his hands off you. Like a good, dutiful wife, you will let

him ravish and use you until he climaxes inside you like any wife would.

Yes, your curvy, plump body would make you look like the perfect, sexy

mummy!

Let's face it, you were born to be a woman not a man. You're short,

curvy and have a tiny clit, and you have those big, pouty cock sucking

lips. You are so much more feminine, soft and curvy than many females I

know. Somebody like you should be on her back, with a womb full of cum,

not pretending to be a man most of the time.

I'm getting rather carried away. Let me get back to the point of my

message. I don't want this to be a one-off meeting, I want you to be my

long-term project. Over time, I want to make you into my sexy replica.

You already have that soft curvy body so we don't need to work on that,

it is very similar to mine and the sizes you mentioned in the story line

up with me perfectly, although I am an inch or two taller but that won't

matter as you will be wearing my heels.

I'd love to hear you on the phone so I can find out if you need some

voice training. I want you to sound perfectly feminine when you are

squeeling for my, or should I say your husband. Speaking of which, he

will make you feel oh so much of a woman! Robert is 6'2", with a rugby

player build and a nice, big, cock. A real man! He's very dominant and a

typical, old school gent who likes his women sexy and obedient. Which is

part of the reason I want you to take my place - I want some freedom and

I can't just leave him without a wife while I'm off living my life. You

can live your fantasy as a middle-aged housewife, and I get to do the

things I have missed out on over the years.

If this does appeal, and I'm sure it will, please message back saying

you agree to be the new Jane.

I look forward to your reply. X"

I refused to let this moment pass and replied instantly...

"Hi there

I absolutely agree to be the new Jane!

As you will have seen in my original post, I have always considered

myself straight but this particular fantasy has really driven me wild. I

can't think of anything better than becoming Jane and being a gorgeous

middle-aged housewife."

I sat refreshing my browser waiting for the reply for what felt like

hours but was in reality around 20 minutes. The response from Jane made

my heart feel like it was going to leap out of my chest.

"Thank you for the swift reply.

You mentioned that this "fantasy" has driven you wild but I must say

this is not a fantasy, I want this to be a reality. You will become me

and fulfil all my roles at home as a dutiful wife. In return, you will

be treated well by Robert and lead a pleasant existence in the periods

when you are Jane. I am very happy you have agreed to become the wife of

Robert. I wish you much happiness in your new role. Don't worry, all our

children have grown up so you won't have to do any mothering.

Now, initially, I will be around to train you in how to look, dress, act

and talk like me. We will then move on to training in how to please

Robert in the bedroom as I think that is incredibly important. I will

teach you how to give the perfect blowjob and which positions he likes

his woman to be in. This part is where I get my sexual kicks: knowing a

male is taking the stereotypical female role in the relationship to

empower me really gets me horny! I want to see Robert fuck you so hard

that struggle to walk. I want to see him plant his seed inside your womb

repeatedly. I want to see you begin to love your role as Jane and become

the perfect housewife.

Please leave your phone number in your reply and I will call you when I

am next available to hear your voice and arrange our first meeting. I

will be showing Robert your pictures tonight and letting him know what I

have planned. I think he will be very excited indeed!"

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By *BW TV Jada OP   TV/TS  over a year ago

North West

Part 2

“What are you doing?” my analytical brain questioned. “You are a 35 year old, straight man, who likes to occasionally dress in female clothes, most likely due to having a narcissistic mother, who favoured your sister.” The rationalising thoughts continued, but as we all know, hidden drives always win in a battle with logic. However, this did not stop some part of my psyche from begging me to turn back while I still could. My stomach twisted and turned, urging me to send my phone number to Jane, while my brain tried to convince me that men disgust me. If they disgust me so much, why do I want this so badly?

In one short moment when my brain stopped reasoning, I typed my phone number into the response box and pressed send.

Later that evening, my phone lit up and vibrated as I received a call from an unknown number. It’s a cliché, but my heart felt like it dropped into my stomach as my body was flooded with a rush of fear and excitement. Apprehensively, I pressed answer and lifted to phone to my ear, barely able to utter a faint “hello”.

A confident, mature female voice began talking.

“Hello, please tell me who is speaking?”

“… I… um…”

I was lost for words as my anxious mind tripped and stumbled over what I should say. Do I say Jada (my crossdressing pseudonym) or Mark (the name on my birth certificate)?

I wasn’t given the choice.

“You are Jane, wife of Robert, correct?” the voice asserted.

“… yes…” I fearfully replied.

“Fantastic! I’ve been looking forward to speaking to you. But I need to hear more of your voice so I can determine whether you sound convincing enough. Please repeat after me “My name is Jane Wilson. I am 56 years old and I love my husband Robert”.

Thoughts were racing through my head. If she has been a passive wife to a strong, assertive husband all these years, how is she full of such confidence?

“Come on dear” she urged.

“My, my name is Jane Wilson. I’m 56 years old and I love my husband Robert.”

“Hmmmm. Not quite right but you have potential.” She assessed. “Not to worry, we have plenty of time to address that.”

She continued to talk and explain that Robert loved my pics and was very much on board with her plan. She clarified her hopes by revealing her circumstance. She was married off to Robert at a young age despite never wanting to marry or follow the traditional expectations that were enforced on her by her family. She wasn’t even sure about her sexuality. By the time she was 25, she had 2 children and had her final child at 38, due to Robert’s demands. Now her youngest child had moved away to University in Edinburgh and her parents had long since passed, she finally felt liberated to express her repressed feelings to Robert. The years must have mellowed his archaic attitude somewhat as he had some empathy but was adamant that he would not be without a wife. This was why Jane had suggested that she finds a temporary replacement to tend to his needs while she got the chance to explore.

I empathised with Jane as I felt my life path had been strongly determined by the expectations of others and not my own desires. Jane wanted to meet in person but I explained I had never left the house dressed in female clothes, due to the fear of being outed. She was understanding and allowed me to meet dressed in male clothes, on this occasion.

A few days passed until the day of our meeting at a high street coffee branch. I spotted her straight away but with me being dressed in male clothing, it took her a few seconds to notice me. She was dressed casually in jeans, boots and a nice lowish-cut top. I felt attracted to her but maybe was it envy? I noticed her full thighs and wished mine would look that good in tight-fitting pants. I also very clearly remember that the first thing she said was “Oh yes, you are the perfect size and shape for this!” I knew what she meant straight away as we were almost identical in size and stature. With it being a Saturday afternoon, the general noise was loud enough for us to discuss this unusual topic without being overheard by somebody nearby. We chatted about our ourselves and what we liked to do, wear, eat, drink, listen to etc. We had some similarities but not that many. She said I was going to have to train myself to enjoy what she does, followed by a cheeky wink. After a couple of coffees she suggested we go back to her place where we could chat more freely and I try on some outfits as she couldn’t wait to see me wearing some of her things.

I followed Jane back to her house in my car. She’d already told me that Robert wouldn’t be home but I was still quite nervous and excited. She lived in a beautiful, detatched, Victorian house with a large front garden. Once inside, she gave me a tour then lead me to the bedroom to show me her wardrobe and reminded me that when I become Jane this will all be mine. I’ve got to admit I was incredibly jealous of her extensive wardrobe. She had so many gorgeous dresses, heels and lingerie.

“What do you think?” she questioned.

“I think I’m in heaven. You have such good taste!” I replied.

“Ha! It’s not my taste. It’s what Robert demands. I don’t care for fashion, I simply did what was expected of me and played the role of the ultra-feminine and dutiful wife.” Jane revealed as she continued to release the resentment that had built up over the decades. “But I can already see that appeals to you. What a cruel fate life brings about to so many of us. This is why I need to follow my heart and you need to follow yours.”

She snapped out of her thinking and then picked out a bra and knicker set from the top drawer, asking me to try it on to make sure her clothing would fit. It was all size 20 - 22 so I was hopeful. She told me not to be shy so I stripped off and tried them on. I still remember the thrill I got when she said “Oh, Robert is going to love your tits! They’re lovely – I quite like them too” as she grabbed them and gave them a shake. She then said I need heels and got me to try on a pair of her stilettoes, which were a perfect fit. Next she asked me to twirl, which I did while feeling embarrassed. She said “Lovely! Jane you are very sexy housewife! Robert won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Just like he couldn’t keep his hands off me”

We spent another 30 mins or so trying on outfits, especially lingerie, before she asked me open the bottom drawer and passed me a key to unlock it. Inside, there were so many vibrators and other sex toys. Jane asked me to pick one so I chose a realistic medium sized dildo. She congratulated me on a good choice.

“Robert bought all of these for me but I never picked the realistic ones to play with. They reminded me too much of my predicament as a wife under the control of a man.” She explained before grinning. “Not anymore, though.” She continued.

Next, She asked me to lie on the bed as she grabbed a bottle of lube and followed me. She then pulled down the knickers I was wearing and asked me to raise my knees. She then proceeded to use her finger to lube my hole and began to slowly insert the toy inside me. It was painful at first but still enjoyable. I became instantly hard, which made her smile.

“I love that you like having a cock inside you. You enjoy it so much more than I ever did. I had to dream of anything other than a man when I was penetrated, just to escape the reality. But you, I can tell you are ideal wife material.” She remarked as she became visibly excited.

Jane then wanked me off as she reeled off everything that she planned to do to me and what she wanted to see Robert do to me. She commented that she was so happy and turned on to see me responding so well to this. She asked me to imagine myself getting pounded by Robert and having his cum deep inside my “womb”. The euphoria was driving me wild and at that very moment I came harder than I ever have before.

“You naughty slut, Jane” was the last thing I heard as I collapsed from exhaustion.

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