This all started because I wanted to get married, and I did. I just hadn't expected to be the bride. The next few months were a blur. Charlie's new job paid better than the old one. He found us a large house in a gated community in Atlanta. He and I were married in some random out of the way county where no one knew us, and upon arriving in Atlanta, I changed my name to Amy. I got rid of all my male clothing and chose to live that day forward as a southern belle house wife. Short skirts, makeup and I even let my hair grow out.
It wasn't the dream I had had for my life, but I quickly took to it. There is something to be said about having someone treat you like a queen. I got to be friends with his coworkers' wives and before I knew it, I was accepted as Charlie's younger, trophy wife.
It occurred to me that I could just have gender reassignment surgery, but I wasn't sure that was what we wanted. I still liked having a penis, although I rarely used it. Sometimes he would stroke me when he fucked me, but most times I came just from him being in me.
But a nice set of boobs would make things more interesting....
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