Author's Note: My first try at a story.


As I looked around I could see glints of sunlight starting to come into the cave. The night had been chilly and the cave was damp. Still I wondered when she would come back to get me. Also, I wondered how the hell I got myself into this predicament.

About a year ago my wife, Leslie, was offered a grant research position at a remote location in a wilderness area in the northwest Rocky Mountains. She told me that the position was a three year commitment with an option to extend at one year intervals. Since she was the bread winner I told her that I was good with it if she could stand being around me 24/7.

We found a couple to rent our home on a three year lease and started the laborious process of packing and storing our possessions for the trip to the "far side of the moon". As we packed my wife discovered my trunk of women's clothing and accessories. She knew that I had periodically cross dressed, but told me to stop as she didn't like me doing in her absence. So I respected her wishes and put everything away.

One night as we sat amongst the boxes and crates we had dinner and a decent bottle of wine. My wife broke out a bag of weed and fired up a bowl. We were feeling pretty good, joking around, when she asked me about wearing women's clothing.

I told her that I enjoyed the feeling of women's clothing and that men's clothing denied him that feeling. I also told her that the smell of perfume and the look of me in make-up was a turn on. She asked if she could dress me up. Since the movers weren't coming for two more days I said sure.

So, we took showers, she shaved herself, and helped me shave my body. We went into the bedroom and she took over from there. She took down the mirrors from the walls and said that I couldn't see myself until she was done. She broke out some conservative looking panties, a bra, and pantyhose. She told me that she wouldn't normally have me wear panties with pantyhose, but with my package and all she thought it would be better. She used a feather duster to sprinkle a scented talc over my body, and I started to get a hard on from the sensuousness of it. She slapped my dick and told me that now was not the time.

Leslie got up and told me to stay put until she got back. She came back with two garbage bags and dumped them on the floor; it was all my stuff from my trunk. She rummaged through my things and picked out some clothing and separated undergarments from outer garments. She asked me what the balloons were for. I explained to her that I used them to simulate breasts. She took my instructions and came back with two balloons, about C cup sized to place in the bra. She then went to work on my make-up. She was amazing to watch as she became fixated on transforming me. When she grabbed a pair of tweezers I asked her what she was going to do. She told me that she had to shape my eyebrows a bit. I explained to her that I wasn't real comfortable with doing anything outwardly visible while in my normal male role. She assured me that she would take it easy with me.

Leslie found a knee length skirt and button-up blouse for me to wear, and a pair of low heeled shoes. She finished me off with putting on one of my wigs and pained my fingernails a shade of pink. She asked me to close my eyes and brought me over to a full length mirror. When she had turned it around she had me open my eyes and I was shocked to see who was looking back at me. Leslie had done a wonderful transformation for me. We laughed and joked for the rest of the evening, and she let me sleep in one of her nighties that night. The next morning we had breakfast together and talked about the previous night. We agreed that I could stay dressed as a woman for the remainder of today and night, but had to be ready for the movers the following day. I was in heaven and made haste in getting the remainder of the house ready.

While I packed, my wife had to leave for a while to go shopping at the local mall to get some last minute items before we departed. When she returned she had a lot of bags and took them into the garage, while telling me not to worry about them.

That night was also wonderful and we made awesome love all night. The next day, the movers showed up and took our household goods to storage while we packed up a rental trailer and truck with the things we would need for the next three years. I noticed that my trunk was in the pile of things to take with us. No complaints here!

We made the move and were taken by helicopter to our wilderness home in the mountains. The staff crew stayed with us for three days while we got everything up and running, and unpacked our stores. It would be three months until the next opportunity for a resupply.

As we settled in and life started to became routine my wife told me that I should let the hair on my head grow in. After all, it wasn't like I had to go anywhere. She also insisted that I lose some weight. One day she informed me that she would be out until dark gathering some samples and asked if I could make dinner that evening. She took off with her field pack and left me alone. With nothing to do I found my trunk and went through its contents. Given that I was going to be alone all day I decided to dress up nice for dinner. After bathing and shaving I dressed in a flowing shirt and a tight blouse. I opted for my wig as my hair wasn't long enough to work with yet.

When my wife arrived home, I had a bath ready for her and a glass of wine. Leslie smiled at me, stripped down and got into the bath while I finished getting dinner ready. After dinner was over we got kind of drunk and stoned and talked about her day. Then she asked me about mine. She commented on my make-up and offered some suggestions. She also asked about the false bottom on my trunk and its contents. My face turned red knowing that she had found my bondage things. We talked about bondage and what it did for me and she asked me if I wanted to be tied up. First she lets me dress in women's clothes and now she's willing to tie me up!

Leslie had me go outside and get my things. When I returned she asked me about different things and had me show her how they were used. That night she bound me and I had another wonderful night of being dressed as a woman and bound.

The next day Leslie suggested that I just dress as a woman all the time. Except for when I went into the forest I stayed dressed in women's clothing. The only thing was that I had to use the make-up sparingly as we were only resupplied and got mail once every three months. After three months in woman mode, as we called it, I became very astute in dressing, make-up, and mannerisms. Leslie even plucked my eyebrows nicely.

When our six month mark was approaching and our R&R (rest and recuperation) trip would take place before winter set in. One night Leslie complemented me on the weight I had lost, about 35 lbs. in six months and asked if I had ever thought of getting implants in my pectoral area since that was an area I was always lacking in. I told her that I wasn't against such a thing, but could we afford it. She laughed and said between what she was making, what we were saving, and what we weren't spending we were doing very well. She said she would call a friend of hers from school that was now a plastic surgeon and make the arrangements.

We flew back to civilization and met with the doctor the next day. He took some measurements, had some blood work ordered and told me that he could do it the following morning and with recovery be good to go by the time we returned to the mountains.

The next morning we arrived for the procedure. They knocked me out and the next thing I know is I'm coming to and having a wrap tightly spun around my upper torso. When the doctor explained the aftercare he gave my wife some prescriptions and instructions to leave the wrap on until my follow-up visit. My chest felt very swollen and sore. Two days later we went shopping for a variety of things to include more women's clothing and make-up for me. When my follow-up came we visited the doctor and he removed the wrap and stated that he was dissatisfied with the reduction in swelling, but indicated there was no infection and the incisions healed well. He provided another prescription to my wife and instructions. He said that these things sometimes take time to resolve.

When we returned to our hide away in the mountains we resumed our lives as woman and woman. After a couple of days, my wife told me we had to take off the wrap. She had me close my eyes and stand in front of a mirror. As she took the wrap off I heard her gasp and I opened my eyes. She was smiling and looking at my chest. I looked in the mirror and saw that I had two round breasts where my flat chest had been. I had to sit down and Leslie why she did this to me. She told me that she wanted me to experience the whole woman effect and that the balloons were not cutting it anymore.

She got on the satellite phone, called the doctor and told him that the breasts looked great and there appeared to be no complications. As she spoke I felt the breasts and I could not believe the feeling both inside and out. Leslie came over and caressed and kissed them all the while I felt like I was floating.

When I got up the next morning I looked in the mirror and took in the whole scene. When I put on my bra I couldn't believe how nice "my breasts" looked. Leslie insisted that we go a little further and pierce my ears, and belly button. She made two holes on each ear and placed a diamond stud in the upper hole and a loop in the bottom. In my belly button she placed a half loop dangle with a diamond on the top and the bottom. She continued to feed me my medications indicating that it was to prevent infections as that was the last thing we needed here.

One day, Leslie rushed inside and told me that she had just spoken to the superintendent via sat phone and he was making an unannounced visit the next morning to see how things were going. Leslie told me that she would let him know when he arrived that I was out on a day long hike and would return at night. I asked her if it was wise to have me walking around the forest dressed like this with my new breasts and all. She told me not to fret as she had a plan.

We got up early the next morning and Leslie had me dress in a long skirt, flannel shirt, boots, and a coat. She grabbed her pack and out the door we went. She led and we came upon an old mine. She told me that she had found it while doing her research and thought it was perfect for a situation like this. We entered the mine and saw a large wrought iron gate covering the front. Inside there was another gate about 20 yards ahead. Leslie told me to give my arms to her. She produced a pair of leather wrists cuffs and put them on me. She then put on a pair of mittens and duct taped them with no chance of me getting them off. She pointed out that there were rings bolted in the walls, probably for animals to be secured to. She took out some small lengths of chain and locked each arm to two spaced rings. He told me that she put enough slack in the chains for me to sit down or stand. I asked her what about water, or having to urinate. She said that she wasn't done yet. She took out a catheter and bag and said this would fix the urination matter. I pulled away from her and told her that wasn't going in me.

Leslie said there wasn't time to argue and that it was going in one way or the other. I told her that the other way then because I wasn't going to have it. Leslie said have it your way then. She produced a syringe and prepped my neck. She told me it was Versad and it would relax me. When I became coherent again I had an IV in my neck and a catheter in my dick. Leslie said that I would be safe as she was going to chain and lock each gate and that I wouldn't be able to get out or anything get in. I looked at her with fright and asked her what she meant about getting in. Leslie told me that there were grizzlies, mountain lions, and even wolves in this area. I started to complain and told her that this wasn't going to work. Leslie tried to get me to be quite, but didn't succeed. She produced a ball gag and told me to open up. I refused. So she broke out the syringe and said your way or my way. I opened up and she gagged me. She told me it was for my own safety so as not to attract anyone or thing.

Leslie left me and secured both gates. I was alone all day and began to become worried more and more as the hours went on. As night came I heard the helicopter fly overhead and away. I thought Leslie would be there soon to release me. The night came completely and I was engulfed in darkness. Soon I found myself crying and wishing Leslie would come to release me. As morning came I stood to stretch and wondered when, if, Leslie was coming back. Soon I heard foot-steps coming into the mine and I tried to be invisible. It was Leslie. She opened the gate and asked if I had been able to sleep. I nodded my head yes and she went to work releasing me. She removed the catheter bag and showed me how full it was. Next she removed the IV line and told me that the slow drip worked well. When she unlocked the chains from the wall she told me that she would keep the mittens on until we got home. Next she removed the gag. My mouth was so stiff and I tried to talk, but had trouble doing so. Leslie offered me some water to quench my thirst.

I asked her why she left me all night. She began to tell me about her day and the superintendent, etc.... Again I asked her why. She told me that since the superintendent had been there all day and it got dark she was concerned about the two hour turnaround time to get here and back. She said that she knew I would be alright and decided to wait until morning.

On the way back Leslie went on to say that she also told the superintendent that she and I had gotten into an argument and decided upon separation. He seemed shocked about this and asked how I would get back. Leslie told him that she had worked out an agreement with her friend Carla and asked her if she would be willing to spend the winter and spring with her. Carla agreed and said she could have a friend fly her up and take me back. All we would need is authorization by the superintendent to fly and land in wilderness area. The superintendent agreed and offered any assistance necessary.

I asked Leslie who Carla was and why was I leaving. She told me that I was leaving so there could be two women here, and that I was Carla. A smile came upon my face and she put her finger to her lips and said I should be quiet until I got the full details in the morning.

The next morning Leslie had a contract for me to read. In it she outlined my choices. The contract read like blackmail. In it, she told me that it was my choice to make the change to become a woman and that all of our joint assets would become hers. Furthermore, I was required to take any medications as prescribed. Any actions to create confusion or mental anguish for Leslie in this process would be grounds for divorce with a judgment pre-agreed upon in Leslie's favor.

I asked Leslie why all this was necessary. Leslie sternly told me that if I wanted to be a woman it would be all or nothing. When she married me I was a man who was cheating on her by cross dressing and masturbating. Either I was all in on this or all out.

I agreed and signed the document. Leslie countersigned the document and broke out a notaries stamp. I asked her where she had gotten that. Her boss left it with her and told her to formulate her divorce decree and notarize it with his stamp and sign his name.

I felt deflated, and Leslie came over with my medication for me to take. I asked her what it was and she told me it was an anti-androgen as it has the potential to reduce testosterone to castrate levels. She said that she was stopping short of cutting off my balls, but would tolerate them being useless. I asked her where she got the medications. She told me that her friend, the same one who gave me the breasts, prescribed them then and gave her sufficient medication for six months. She asked me when the last time I got a hard on. I sat there and thought for a second and realized it had been quite a while. Leslie said that my testosterone levels were probably bottomed out by now. She also gave me a patch to put on my side. She told me that it was estrogen and it needed to be changed every three days.

Leslie hammered the nail in the coffin when she called her boss and told him that I was gone and Carla had joined her for the winter. When the resupply helicopter came I was with Leslie unloading things and making lunch for the crew in our home. As time went on I reluctantly accepted my role and put aside any thoughts of being a man again.

Leslie used me as a domestic servant around the house and I serviced her in the bedroom with my mouth and a strap-on. And Leslie serviced me with the strap-on also. When we got our R&R Leslie went back to the city without me because Carla was not authorized to fly on a government funded aircraft. She usually came back with all sorts of outfits and toys to try on me. This last trip she brought back an acrylic nail kit. She was able to form a nice set of nails for me. She also brought back a set of pierced nipple rings.

Leslie took me into the work shop to put those on. She tied me onto the workbench and brought out a piercing kit. She pierced both nipples and placed a ring in each nipple. She then grabbed a plier looking tool and said that this tool will close the ring without distorting the symmetry. Leslie then took a welders hood and put it on my head. She placed a leather cloth ovef my chest andabdomen and said she'd bee right back. I heard the generator start up for her welding unit. My heart began to pound and I called to Leslie. She lifted the hood and asked what I wanted. I asked her what she was going to do. Leslie said that she felt the nipple rings should not be able to be removed. Thus, she was going to weld them closed. I begged her not to do this and she said if I kept running my mouth she would fill it with something.

Leslie ran some leather strips through the rings to protect my nipples and placed a ground on the ring. Leslie explained that she had practiced this before and had it down to an art. However, the rings would get warm, she smiled and said hot, but she had a wet sponge on hand to cool them down fast. Leslie closed the hood on me and did the same for herself. I heard the sudden arc and felt the heat. Leslie bathed the nipple right away and moved to the second nipple. It went the same.

She lifted my hood and told me that she had to finish it. She came over with a round file and sandpaper. She cleaned each ring and polished it so no weld was viewable. She then bathed each nipple in alcohol and antibiotic salve. She told me that I needed to keep the salve on them every day. I wondered what was next, a brand, a tattoo. I kept my mouth shut.

When the three year mark approached Leslie extended her contract for another year. I was trapped, sort of.