My Rebirth as a Women💕👗 Part 2 MtF transition  Crossdressing Story

Thus, Jackie was born that evening. I kept mixing the feed, and because I was exposed to a lot of hormones every day, my breast growth continued until the bras were completely filled. I continued to be proud of the feminine contours that my body was becoming, and I emotionally accepted the fact that I was a woman. Wearing every item in Mary's closet voluntarily allowed me to outfit myself just as she would have. I slept in ruffled nightgowns and always wore dresses. Even more shamelessly, I started applying a little lipstick and experimenting with other cosmetics after discovering some makeup. I felt the need to enhance my womanly shape in order to appear more attractive after acquiring it.

I even took the time to style my hair and rehearsed. And the outcomes were astounding.

Naturally, Ben's attitude toward me also shifted. As amiable as he had been from the start, he was now growing even more watchful, polite, and chivalrous. He was courting me and treating me like a proper lady. I had made a choice and believed it to be the best one. I would strive to embody femininity in every way. We grew very close—almost romantically so. When I cut his hair, trimmed his beard, did little things for him, and especially when we could find some music on the radio, I felt comfortable being in his physical presence.

Previously, I had never had the urge to be homosexual, but now that I was feeling feminine, I actually found him beautiful. I liked having him hold me since he was such a huge man. Somehow, he helped me feel "secure.

The roads were open by the end of March, the snow had melted, and we were free to leave the ranch. I stopped mixing the cattle's feed once we put them outside. Now they would graze all summer long. After spending the winter in a shed, Ben was able to start his truck, so he brought me into the closest town to go shopping for food and supplies.

I didn't feel self-conscious about being mistaken for a lady because I felt I looked respectable and I was anxious to see other people. I put on what I felt was a decent dress, stockings, and shoes with a medium heel because I had no idea what to anticipate. I also did my best to style my hair. Ben was undoubtedly delighted with the way I looked.

The town was a decent size and had a wide variety of shops in addition to the ubiquitous Walmart. Ben instructed me to purchase any items I required for the home and for myself. I didn't need any apparel, but we had a list of household necessities. Except for underwear, his wife's clothes was holding up pretty well. 

I did buy more intimate apparel.I felt happier having my own, and my cup size required larger bras. He advised me to get new cosmetics so I could bring my own along. So I bought lots of eye shadow, lipstick, foundation creams, and hair conditioners, of course. I also made a detour to get my hair done by a professional, where I learned several tips for maintaining long hair—something Jack never had to do.

Ben brought me to the doctor for a checkup due to the prolonged hormone exposure. The doctor prescribed me a maintenance dose of Premarin after I explained my circumstances, how I felt, and my objectives to him so that I wouldn't go back to being a guy. He claimed that I had been ingesting a significant amount of animal strength estrogen, even via my skin, and that I was lucky I had not experienced organ damage. I was fine, except from the changes I had gone through. I acknowledged that I had started to enjoy the changes.

Ben described me as his "mail order bride" when we first met some of his friends and neighbors. I asked him to clarify. He claimed that many unmarried males from tiny, rural areas who are looking for wives advertise for women in metropolitan media. Many women respond by showing up to visit and socialize. Some people don't like the solitude and leave right away.

However, some people do stay to get married. That would explain why I'm here. He claimed that he often tells people that I "dropped in" to see him. I'd have to admit that. Nobody questioned him more, and I had a warm welcome as a city girl, especially from the wives of his neighbors, who were happy to have additional female company.

Back at the ranch, we piled our purchases into the pickup. I had never been more certain that I would stay here. As a lady and the wife of a rancher, I was extremely content with my new way of life. The people had been pleasant, the day had been nice and beautiful, and life was fine.

I made dinner while Ben unloaded the truck, did the dishes afterward, and then settled down for the evening. I gave Ben a warm forehead kiss as I expressed gratitude to him for a wonderful day. He softly lowered himself to kiss me on the lips.

He muttered, "You're welcome, pretty lady."

It's the first time you've referred to me as that, Ben.

"Jackie, I've met you, and I think you're great. They said I was lucky to have found you because you are a lovely young woman. I believe they are correct.

You already know that I'm not a real lady, though.

Our relationship underwent a change as a result of this. I had to know which direction we were headed.

Jackie, you're MY gorgeous lady.

He didn't need to say anything else. As a woman kisses her man, I gave him a warm, passionate kiss, and he reciprocated. He treated me like a real woman because I felt like one. We kept kissing and petting one other for a very long time.

Ben got up and brought a present for me that was wrapped. 

I slowly and carefully opened it to reveal a white nylon nightgown with lace trim and broad shoulder straps because our eyes were speaking for us at the time. It was magnificent.

"I believed Jackie that you should have a personal item. Why don't you give it a try?

I immediately went to the bathroom, completely undressed, and put it on. It was a perfect fit. He recognized me from Mary's clothing, and the bodice was entirely covered by my full-figured breasts. Without hiding, I returned to the main area and spun around so he could see me. We kissed again as our tongues battled as he drew me closer to him. That was the first time I slept in his bed and in his arms. Both emotionally and sexually, I was his woman. 

Since some of the women were trying to get pregnant, we eventually got rather personal in our discussion of our men. I couldn't really add much to the conversation because everyone was talking about making love to their husbands, but I was starting to feel a little hot as I thought about Ben. Fortunately, I opted for a long voluminous skirt over a pair of tight pants, or otherwise I might have shown my maleness, even though it was now extremely small and inactive.

We had a leisurely trip home after a lovely day of eating, entertaining, and interacting with others. I cuddled up to my man and we went straight to bed. I purposely grabbed his manhood and curled my fingers around it. It started to get big and hard right away. 

While I took it out of his shorts, firmly grasped it, and gently stroked it as only a man would know how to do, he rolled onto his back without saying a word. While stroking my long, thick, feminine hair, he began to sigh with pleasure. As I gave him a passionate kiss, I continued the massage by placing my open palm on the delicate underside of his organ. He soon had his climax, and I cupped my palm to keep his fluid in. As he dozed off, I muttered my love for him. I softly stood up and cleaned my hand as a wife would a husband's organ.

The following day, Ben treated me like a princess and was extremely kind to me. And I gave him the respect due a king to me. I had been more curious in giving him the same sexual gratification that the other women gave to their spouses. I had many different fantasies. We went to bed naked one night. It was a warm night, which seemed suitable, and I liked how Ben would fondle and kiss my breasts. Now that my penis was so small, I didn't want him to touch it. We began our love sessions by kissing, then I began to touch his shaft till it became really stiff. They developed to a variety of circumstances, including oral sex. Our adoration for one another got stronger.

I was really enamored with him. We were devoted to one another. He gave me such a feminine feeling. In addition to saving my life, he also gave me a brand-new, improved one.

The next time we got together, I could discuss about my spouse and my attempts to conceive with the other women.

I've never felt bad about how things turned out.