My wife has always been the money maker in our marriage. She is thirty-two and much taller than me. I am twenty-eight and very short. She makes enough so I would not have to work. I did work, as it only felt right until losing my job due to downsizing of the company. My wife also knew of my urges to cross dress which I did most often on weekends. When I lost my job she bought me a maid’s outfit to wear. I then became the caretaker of our home. I did this for the past two years and have mostly been dressed as female during this whole time by, the request of my wife.
She told me she had planned a trip down south for us and I was allowed only to wear leggings and a T-shirt with sandals. She packed the rest herself and informed me she had made all the necessary arrangements. We flew to Mexico where she had me admitted to a hospital for which she told me was a checkup. Once inside I was told why I was really there. I was going to become the girl I always dressed the part of, I was really apposed at hearing this and wanted out.
Once I was given a sedative to calm me down, we discussed why I should go through with surgery. My loving wife convinced me I was not a man, and she would prefer I be a female. She convinced me after several hours of conversation, I agreed to it. I was then talked to about what was going to take place. I would be allowed to keep my privets but would have breast implants today.
Once home again I felt that maybe I had made the wrong choice. My chest hurt and I was moving slowly. My wife assured me I would be happy with the results once I was healed and start on estrogen. I agreed with her.
Now a year later on hormone therapy the results were just as I had once thought of being. My suggested we divorce so she can have a real man in her life. I have agreed with sum reluctance, but I know it is the right choice. Besides I want my wife to be happy and I am now thinking of dating again. Regardless I am what I always should have been, a Shemale.
Tonya