My Rebirth as a Women💕👗 boy to girl transition ♀ ♂ A Crossdressing Story

 My Rebirth as a Women💕👗 boy to girl transition ♀ ♂ A Crossdressing Story

I knew I should have examined the long-term weather forecast before leaving the airport. I'd been in the air for several hours and the weather was gradually deteriorating. November weather can be unpredictable and change quickly...warm one hour, freezing the next. It was snowing fiercely now, I was encountering strong, gusting headwinds, and I wasn't sure where I was. I estimated that my single-engine Cessna 172 had roughly an hour of fuel left. I felt really alone in this strange white environment because I couldn't make radio contact with anyone. Despite having a lot of flying experience, I had an odd sense of fear...perhaps terror mixed with anger...for the first time. a sensation of confusion.

 Was this the conclusion of the story? My thoughts were racing...So many things to do...so many things achieved. After regaining my composure, my thoughts turned to finding a spot to land...anywhere. Yes, survival....But all I saw were trees and white snow....new snow. I was in hot water. It's a real mess. I have no cold weather survival equipment...not even winter clothes. Oh, why didn't I check the weather forecast...why didn't I plan ahead of time? Damn! It's too late now.

The engine was good, but I noticed my wings were beginning to frost up....I could feel the controls sluggishly responding, and I was losing lift.

My altimeter was gradually falling. Everything is white...blinding white. My landing gear was skimming the trees before I noticed it, and it was too late to respond. I rapidly shut down the engine, yanked back hard on the yoke, trying to raise the nose up, and opened the door, as I had been taught to do in an emergency landing. Too late, the plane's wheels hit the trees, and it nosed down, crashed, and began to break up in the trees. I tumbled out of the open door, still belted in, through the dripping branches to the snow-covered ground. I'm not sure how far I was, but the plane exploded into flames when the punctured fuel tanks spilled their contents into the hot engine's exhaust manifold.

I awoke in a warm room, in a bed...a cabin...a log cabin. I was naked and enveloped in a thick wool blanket. A big field-stone fireplace built into the wall of a rustic yet well-furnished room provided ample heat. In contrast to the flames in the fireplace, gas mantle lamps were shining a white incandescent light from many ceiling fittings, providing a soothing, even illumination. It was like a fantasy cabin in the woods that I had seen in log cabin sales brochures. Outside this snug surroundings, I could hear the wind howling. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed a tall, burly man dressed in a red and black checkered shirt and bib overalls. 

stood across the room in what appeared to be the kitchen area, at a white enameled sink.

"Where am I?" Still feeling drowsy, I mumbled.

"So, you're awake...you took quite a fall...been out for a long time," he said, turning to face me.

"How long?"

"About a day and a half." So, what happened? "What were you doing out in this weather?"

"I was flying from Idaho to Billings when I ran into bad weather." Wings froze and fell. That's all I recall."

"For you, I saw the fire. I stepped out to investigate when I heard a low-flying plane buzz over. I was wondering who would be flying in this mess. Fortunately, I found you in the snow. 

You appear to be fine, but your plane is in ruins. Because your garments were ripped and you were cold and damp, I undressed you and wrapped you in that blanket. "I couldn't leave you like that."

"I suppose I owe you something...you saved my life." "Thank you," I murmured, a lump in my throat pounding.

I was feeling better, but I was starving and thirsty. I sat up gently on the bunk. My host arrived with a bowl of hot stew and a mug of coffee before I could ask. He assisted me in sitting up by propping a pillow behind me. He was a huge, but a gentle giant. I took the coffee and nearly finished it before pausing for a breather.

"My name is Jack Clark....where are we?" I inquired.

"Hello, Jack...My name is Ben Davis. "This is my ranch in Montana, about a hundred miles west of Billings."

He seems polite and appreciative of having someone to talk to. I was thankful simply to be alive.

"We're trapped here for a while due to a blizzard." I still can't believe people fly in this crap. The sound of an airplane was the last thing I expected to hear above the wind!"

"Yeah, nobody in their right mind 'would fly in this stuff,' but I was a fool and didn't check the weather before taking off, so I got caught." It almost killed me. "How long do you think we'll be stuck?"

"Oh, it could be more than a month." Everything is obstructed by drifts. I've previously been snowed in all winter. "It all depends on the weather."

"I hope you don't mind having a visitor for a little while, Ben." Is there anything I can do to earn my keep?"

"Aw, it's nice to have some company once in a while." "We'll find something to do."

"Do you have any telephones or anything?"

I had eaten the hot, spicy stew and was feeling stronger and thinking more clearly by this point. Ben retrieved the bowl and placed it in the sink.

"Well, I do, but the lines are down...and the power lines are down." It will be some time before they are repaired as well."

"It appears that I am missing and have been given up for lost." Oh well, we'll just have to make the best of it. Ben, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have something I could wear? I mean, I can't spend a month wrapped in a blanket."

Ben began to laugh.

"I'd share my belongings with you, Jack, but I'm more than twice your size." But let's see what we can come up with."

Ben retrieved some of his long underwear from a chest of drawers. It may fit two of us. The same goes for his pants. On my 5'5", 135-pound frame, his shirt would fit like a nightshirt. 

Ben stood about 6'5" and weighed at least 270 pounds. A foot taller and twice as heavy!

"Yep, I thought so...you're just a kid." You lack even body hair to keep you warm. There is another option, although you might not like it, Jack."

"At this point, I'm open to any suggestion...what do you have in mind, Ben?"

"Ah....you see, I used to be married, but the little lady died in an accident." I still have her belongings. She was around your size...I didn't have the heart to get rid of them..." His voice trailed off as he reflected on the past.

"I'm sorry to hear that...were you married long?"

"It's only been about 5 years." 

Mary tumbled off a horse, hit her head hard...it all happened so fast." His voice trailed off once more.

I didn't want to keep the conversation going. It seemed like I was opening an old wound. When he realized he was going to lose his wife, he began to tell me about her clothing that he had stored.

"Wait a minute, are you suggesting I wear Mary's clothes?"

"Do you have a better idea?" You're about her size. Do you want to try them or freeze them? It's entirely up to you. Nobody but me will see you, and it'll be difficult for me to watch you in her clothes, but it's a matter of survival. You've got to have something to wear, and they'd be useful."

He was correct...I didn't have a choice. 

So I shrugged my acceptance of what now appeared to be a generous offer. He appeared from a back storage area, pulling a huge trunk.

When I opened the lid, I saw a large variety of women's attire. He carefully removed a few objects and placed them on the bed.

"I don't know why I kept all this stuff...just couldn't get rid of them..." he mumbled, his voice lowering.

I was embarrassed to wear any of them now, not because they were woman's items, but because they had been Ben's wife's and the circumstances surrounding his possession of them.

"Go ahead, try something...you might be able to use them." Don't be afraid."

I chose a pair of denim jeans. The length was excellent, however I couldn't fasten the waist since it was too tight. Designed for a female figure. I experimented with a sweater. The perfect fit. I chose garments with elastic waistbands or stretch fabric as I looked through the pieces, which turned out to be mostly skirts and dresses. As Ben had predicted, these were the clothes of a young woman my age. They were lovely...she had good taste. It was a good fit when I tried on a long cotton skirt with a scalloped hem. So at least I had something to wear now. Ben was washing my dish and spoon and adjusting the fireplace. He didn't want to look at me. 

I reluctantly tried on some underwear...briefs and slips. I needed warm clothes...anything. Even her shoes fit okay, which surprised me. I had a new wardrobe now. Maybe not the warmest or most acceptable way to dress, but at least cover. I carefully folded up the remaining and placed it back into the trunk, taking only what I needed to get by.

"Okay, Ben...I've got enough to get by, thanks."

"Okay, Jack...I'll have this trunk on hand in case you require more. Let's find you a somewhere to stay for a time."

He rearranged his dresser so that I could have a drawer for my newly acquired items. Then he showed me around his house, including the well-equipped bathroom, pantry, kitchen, and bedroom. It was a big wood cabin with partitioned chambers that were open to the vaulted roof. He had hot and cold running water, as well as a bathroom with a tub and shower. A kitchen with the essentials: sink, gas burner, and refrigerator. Everything you need.

He had set up an extra bed with sheets and blankets for me. I asked him how he kept running water without electricity.

"As a backup power source, I have a wind generator." It keeps my water pump running."

"What about the lights and the radio?"

"When I'm not using the fireplace, I use propane for lighting, cooking, hot water, and heat." Radio? I rarely use it, because we don't have TV out here."

This was surely a nice and isolated situation, I thought. Ben was a meticulous housekeeper...everything was neat, clean, and in order. I started looking for ways to make myself useful. I began to assist Ben in preparing dinner. This must have been a lovely image...big beefy Ben was working with petite little Jack in a skirt and sweater, who resembled his wife save for my short hair.

Wearing women's attire was an entirely new experience for me. It was certainly unusual. I had no idea that this was the start of a chain of events that would change my life.

During dinner, we spent time getting to know one other better. There was a lot to talk about if we were going to live together for the next few months. Beginning with the usual male talk about the weather, ranching, my flying experience, and so on, it became difficult for me to ignore the fact that I was sitting there dressed as a woman, and being concerned with that picture, I quickly found myself doing a lot of passive listening while Ben talked.

I cleaned up after the meal because I felt obligated to "earn" my keep, and because I was the "lady" of the house, at least in appearance, I took it as my responsibility. Meanwhile, Ben walked outside to check on his horses, which he had used to rescue me, and to fetch more firewood.

The storm had passed by the next day, and we were allowed to go outside. I was dressed in Mary's parka and boots. Walking in deep snow in a skirt with a cold breeze blowing beneath it was unusual, but I found some heavy tights and a petticoat to keep my legs warm. 

Ben had a vast barn, or set of barns, where he kept many cattle when it rained. I'm not sure how many there were, but it was a large and pretty contemporary institution...I had anticipated to see something more "turn of the century"...but it was adequate for his herd. He showed me how he feeds and watered the animals. His company fattened them up and sold them for beef. Of course, they would graze outside in the summer. Ben offered to show me how to mix their feed with dry chemicals, I thought vitamins, to speed up their growth. 

He poured the pre-measured powder into a vat of grain and swirled the dry mixture with a paddle, similar to how cement is mixed. It appeared to be simple...I knew I could handle it...and I did. Because I lacked Ben's power, I was barely able to move the paddle after a short time, so I continued to mix the batch with my bare hands, up to my armpits. It was more efficient and less difficult for me. When it appeared to be uniformly mixed, Ben wheeled the entire vat away and began feeding the animals. I went back to my cabin to warm up and rest.

Ben and I got along very well as the days passed, performing chores in the barn, which became my routine, playing board games, and generally attempting to pass the time. I have a lot of admiration for him for being able to maintain this way of life for so long. I expected to become accustomed to it, but instead found myself becoming weaker over time. Heavy job certainly exhausted me. I've never been one for manual labor, and while this wasn't a lot of hard work, it was exercise, and I didn't seem to be developing strength in my arms and upper body.

Ben made some things out of wood, branches, and reeds, while I did some mending, tried some handicraft, and cooked and baked. I'd never done something like that before, but it filled my time and made me feel productive. There wasn't much else I could do because I wasn't particularly strong or experienced in ranch life. Ben did all of the heavy lifting. I just naturally slid into the character of a typical woman, doing smaller activities and actually enjoying it. I discovered a new level of patience in myself. He mentioned several times that seeing me sitting there doing needlework in Mary's clothing reminded him of her. 

I offered to stop if it was a bad recollection, but he argued that it was a happy memory and that I should continue. I'd grown so accustomed to wearing her clothes that I'd forgotten how I looked, especially since my hair had grown substantially longer in a short period of time. But I'd also become accustomed to playing the part of a country woman. Ben had been treating me like the lady I pretended to be while I rushed around in skirts and fancy stuff, and I had grown to appreciate it. I noticed him in a new light.

He was kind, courteous, and not unattractive. I don't think he would have treated a "regular" man like that, but he evidently no longer considered me a man. In a lighthearted mood, we would act out being husband and wife, a role I was gradually accepting. Maybe we'd overact when I'd pretend to fall into his arms after he'd complimented me on a meal or dessert, or when he'd playfully kiss and caress me when I did something sweet for him. And I found myself giving in to him. In his embrace, I felt safe. Does that seem funny coming from a man?

Aside from assisting Ben in the barn, I had now happily taken on all of the interior household duties...cooking, cleaning, and even laundry. The power had been restored, and the phone ultimately worked again. Of course, Ben had to teach me ranch cooking, but I picked it up quickly.

We rode out to the crash location once the storm had passed. The terrain was rugged and densely forested. I would never have found a clearing to land in. Except for a hole burned in the woods where my plane had been, everything was blanketed in snow. There was no evidence of my plane. Anyone looking for it would have found nothing.

"Would you like to call anyone to let them know where you are?" Ben inquired as to when the phone service would be restored.

"Not at all...I have no family and no one else but my boss, who probably thinks I'm dead by now. Unless, of course, you want me gone." I hoped he'd want me to stay. I'd grown to appreciate this way of life, and Ben was a fantastic guy to share it with.

"No, Jack... "I hope you'll stay. It's so lonely out here. Because you're here, time flies. You are welcome to stay for as long as you want."

As a result, the phone sat unused. After about two months, I observed that the skin on my body had grown incredibly soft and smooth, and that my hair was swiftly growing long and exceptionally thick. Despite the fact that I was mixing cattle feed, my arm muscles were becoming more slim. I'm wondering whether there was something in the water that was effecting me. What was there in the water? It was nothing like the city water I was used to drinking. My initial notion was to investigate it for a potential commercial endeavor, perhaps opening a wellness spa or something. Women would pay money for this kind of water if it made them look that wonderful.

On a beautiful sunny day at the end of January, I determined this was the life for me. Emotionally, I had established a general sense of well-being...calmness...things just didn't upset me like they had in the past, and I believed I had lost some weight because my waist was narrower, despite the fact that my hips appeared larger. I tried on some of Mary's pants, and now that I could button the waist, I tried to be more helpful to Ben in the barn with a larger wardrobe of work clothing. It's difficult to navigate that region in a skirt. I'd gotten quite good at mixing the cattle feed, blending it like a baker handling dough, all the way down to my shoulders, with bare arms.

While showering before supper one evening and washing my hair, which was now below shoulder length and looked so fantastic I didn't want to cut it (and neither did Ben), I realized that my nipples had gotten very sensitive and clearly larger, and my breasts were getting fuller. I assumed it was all in my head, so I said nothing to Ben. When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed a distinct alteration in my figure. I had taken on the shape of a lady! My waist was slim, but my hips, buttocks, and breasts were all enormous. My arms had shrunk and my skin had become softer and smoother. I was only shaving once a week at this point.

With my long hair, I resembled a female, save for a small appendage in the front, which had shrunk somewhat. It's no surprise Ben thought I looked so natural in women's clothing. I assumed it was just the long winter taking its toll on him.

My nipples were so tender and sore from rubbing against fabric that I found a bra in the trunk and used it as a cover to soothe the irritation. That made such a difference. That was the first time I wore a bra. As my breasts continued to expand, it became a must.

During the day, I wore jeans outside, but when I worked around the house in the evenings, I changed into a skirt and shirt or a nice dress. It was simply something I felt compelled to do for Ben (and myself). Never in my life would I have imagined doing that, but suddenly I wanted to...something had changed in me. With my long hair and my new "pointy" breast, I definitely looked and felt feminine! Ben quickly noted that I was wearing a bra and casually inquired as to why I had chosen to do so. I informed him about the changes I'd noticed in my body over time, as well as my water idea.

"I'm not sure it's the water, Jack. "I noticed you using your hands to mix the cattle feed."

"Yeah, my hands and arms...it's too difficult with the paddle the way you do it...""You're so much stronger than I am...what's wrong?"

"Well, maybe you didn't notice, but the chemicals you put in the feed are vitamins and hormones, estrogen, I believe, to fatten the steers up faster."

"So? Do you believe it has gotten into our water supply?"

"No...I haven't noticed any changes in my body...but I believe it's being absorbed through your skin. I recall reading something about that. Because I never use my hands, I use a paddle. I never want to come into contact with any of those chemicals. My friend, I believe hormones are causing you to transform into a woman. "At least you're dressed appropriately," Ben chuckled.

"Oh my goodness! "How should I proceed?"

I instantly felt the same panic as when I was in the plane and about to crash. But it was just temporary. Ben looked at me, serious, and said, "What can you do, Jack?" You've already begun to shift... you're beginning a new life...Jack died in a plane disaster. 

"Are you dissatisfied with your life here?"

"No, Ben, I actually enjoy it here."

"Then why not accept it, become "Jackie," and stay here with me?" I'll look after you. I'm delighted to have you here. 'Aside from that, you're more fun as a lady."

"So, should I keep mixing with my hands?" Now I'm feeling coquettish, I said. In any case, I had no intention of stopping now. I was pleased with the adjustments.

"You bet, Jackie!" Winking, Ben said.

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