The Sensual TVBy Robin Smith Ah yes, Christmas time. Time for parties, time for fellowship and time for Wendy and Laura to celebrate another birthday, from close to 2000 years ago. It had been a couple of months since that fateful Halloween "Costume Contest" at work. Wendy had made her public debut and had decided to stick around for a while. I also found that the improved sex life that Laura and I had developed, had other benefits as well. Laura had just informed me that I (Wendy) was to become a father. Now it appeared that, this Fatherhood thing, was about to throw a kink into the whole program. How could Wendy remain when his/her child was about to come into this world fully expecting to have both a Mother and a Father? This led to a bit of a dilemma, but one that, if handled correctly, should be avoidable. Besides, the child would not have a real need to know, for at least a couple of months after they were born. I returned to work the next day, still as Wendy, and shared the news with the other girls. Jenny, Sandy, Janice and the rest of the girls were so happy that they decided right then and there that they would host a baby shower, for Wendy. It was later decided that the shower would also be combined with the office's upcoming Christmas Party. The way the schedule worked out, was that the shower would be on a Friday night and include a slumber party and sleepover. Of course, Laura was also invited. Then on Saturday afternoon, the slumber party would evolve into a full fledged Christmas Party with the husbands arriving around 5:00. This way the girls could also help each other get their hair ready and everything else. Laura didn't get the least bit upset about the idea of a slumber party and sleepover with the girls, quite the opposite, she seemed to be very pleased at the prospect. As the time for the shower began to roll around, Laura decided to go on a shopping trip and ended up picking me up another pair of baby doll pajamas to wear to the party. She said that she thought the idea of wearing Baby Doll pajamas to a Baby Shower and sleepover was quite appropriate. As the time for the shower arrived, so did Laura and I, at Janice's house. The shower went off without a hitch, all of the usual gifts were there, all of the usual games were played and it finally came down to opening the final presents. The presents had included most of the normal gifts such as diapers, teething rings, toy etc. However, one of the last ones opened became the hit of the shower. In one corner of the room, behind the Christmas Tree, Jenny pulled out a package that was somewhat larger than the rest and told me that it was something special from all of the girls at the office. Not knowing what to expect next, I carefully opened it and found that it contained something that was covered in some kind of material, I couldn't tell what it was until I took it out of the box. As I removed it from the package, I found that they had purchased me a "Father's Pregnancy Suit". It was a suit that had a series of pockets built in and was designed to be filled, just a little bit, each day with water, sand or some other media that would give it the approximate weight and size that Laura was expected to gain throughout her pregnancy. The girls thought that a gift like this was quite appropriate and insisted that I put it on, immediately. They then gave me further instructions that the suit was to be worn, and the appropriate weights added, every day, until the baby was born. They figured that since I had chosen to enter into the world of womanhood, I should also experience as much of it as possible. I thought about it, and decided that since the suit had a washable cover, and could be laundered every evening as needed, that the idea was extremely appealing. Yes, I'll do it!!! That following week, I was able to pick up a couple of spare covers which helped with the laundry problems. As the shower began winding down, the slumber party got into full swing. The liquor cabinet was now open and the CD player was turned on. The games had become somewhat competitive, to say the least. At one point, the game being played was a rather sinister version of "Truth or Dare". In this version of the game, the player didn't have the option of choosing Truth or Dare, that option was decided by another player and that player was, in turn chosen by a roll of the dice. Each player that had a chance of being selected to chose the Truth or Dare had to put their choice on a card, face down, even before the dice was rolled. As the game wore on, the "Dares" became more and more risque. On one turn, I had been selected to take the Dare, and the dare turned out to be that I had to stand, naked, in the middle of the group and recite the preamble to the U.S. Constitution. There I stood, in all my glorious manhood, even without my new suit to protect me, trying my damndest to remember those elusive words, but the words wouldn't come. Consequently, Laura - who had become just a weeeeeee bit intoxicated, volunteered to make sure I did just that, and help she did, all the way to requiring that I change into the new Baby Doll's, even earlier that originally planned, since I had been standing on top of my dress and undies at the time. The girls thought the Baby Dolls were just darling, they each wanted to feel and fondle the material and said that they had never seen anything quite like it before. It sort of reminded me of a cross between a silky satin and a flannel, with a pure silk edging at the neck and hem. The waist was drawn in with both elastic and a string tie. As the evening progressed, Sandy confessed to wondering just how far up my legs I normally shaved. She didn't know for sure, because I normally didn't wear anything to work that came above the knee. At the party, she learned that, aside from my head and my crotch, I was naked as a newborn baby's bottom. About two hours into this little slumber party, the doorbell rang. Janice opened the door to reveal three beautiful women, who were immediately invited in. Each of these women was carrying an overnight bag as well as their purses. I knew right away that they too had been invited to the slumber party. These women were introduced around the room, as per normal etiquette, and seemed to be well known by the rest of the girls from the office. Although they looked very familiar to me, I couldn't quite place who they were. Still, they looked like someone I should have remembered. All of a sudden it hit me, I knew who the girls were, they were Jenny's, Sandy's and Janice's husbands. All this time, I had wondered just how the girls knew so much about how to relate to and accept crossdressing and here, I finally got the answer. The girls had been exposed to crossdressing, through their respective husbands, for years. What I learned, later that same night, was that all of the girls at the office were supportive SO's of crossdressers. I also learned that these crossdressers had all run into similar problems of not being accepted by society and that most had even lost their jobs and families because of it. Consequently they had come together, through their support group and had gone on to band closely together outside the group. At one point, one of the wives had gotten together with other members of the SO support group and come up with the idea of opening a business. They did, with the financial backing of their husbands. Their business had originally been designed to handle what could be considered to be strictly occasional tasks for local businesses. These tasks were done on such a limited scale that no one business could afford to set up to get it done, without spending extra time and money on training each and every time. The girls had set up to do it every day and were contracting the work from their husband's business's along with almost every other business in town. The business for the girls, also provided support group services for each of the girls on an as needed basis, at work. Since I had come on board, they hadn't needed the support approach nearly as much. The party was now in full swing. All of the "Girls" finally arrived and eventually all were paired with their respective SO's. From that point, the party took on a new twist. Anything even remotely considered to be masculine in nature was banned from discussion or action. If it wasn't feminine, it wasn't allowed. Even trips to the bathroom, for everyone, had to be escorted by their SO, in order to prevent any of the "girls" from cheating and trying to pee standing up. I had the time of my life, as the party extended itself well into Sunday, finally breaking up late Sunday afternoon in order for "ALL" of the girls to get ready for work on Monday morning. Monday morning rolled around and I went to work, as usual, only this time I also wore the "Father's Suit" I had been given at the shower. Even at these early stages of pregnancy, I noticed that moving around was beginning to take on a whole new aspect. Little things, like driving, standing, sitting, walking, the whole thing. Even what little ballast I carried at this point made a big difference. I must have gained close to five pounds, just in the breast department. Life that next few weeks was exciting for me, I was getting to experience womanhood, in all it's radiant glory, and I found an acceptance that I had thought was only written into fairytales. I was at one of the extreme high points in my life, emotionally and physically. As Christmas began arriving, my thoughts turned more and more towards what to get Laura. What kind of special gift could ever say - "Thank You...Thank You for giving me back my very life." Deep down inside, I knew that no such gift even existed, nor was it likely that one ever would. Not being able to find a gift anywhere near what I was looking for, I finally stumbled on an idea. I had gotten a reasonable pay raise that Laura didn't know about, and once the girls husbands found out about me at the party, they had all chipped in a bit more to the business so that I could get a second raise to cover the expense of the upcoming family. I decided to go house shopping. I found exactly what I was looking for, the second day out, one that surpassed even our wildest dreams. It was a small cottage, in the country. It had a cute little pond in the backyard, and even a white picket fence. The one feature that finally sold it, for me, was the Dutch Door in the kitchen. The house looked as if it had been built from a storybook and was even located at the end of a road called "Mother Goose Lane". I couldn't wait to see the look in Laura's eyes when she first saw this place. I made arrangements with the bank to take immediate possession. As Laura began exploring the new house, she found that, located upstairs, was a room right out of Mother Goose. The room was a nursery, complete with crib and rocking cradle. The windows were trimmed with scalloped curtains and, located in one corner of the room, was toy box that was actually built right into the wall and could double as a table when the child got a little older. Down stairs, in the living room, was a fireplace that had a "Heatolator" built in, with that we were able to heat the whole house with just a couple of logs, and a small fire. Just think, a romantic fire, the smell of pine throughout the house and most of all, Laura had her own house around her and her family. Laura finally got around at looking through the kitchen and found that, in the back yard, there was an old oak tree about twenty feet from the house that had an old fashioned swing hanging from the lower branch. In the living room, the front window was a bay window that was perfect for sitting and watching for the school bus that would be coming all too soon, but for now, made the perfect setting for the Tree. Christmas Eve was here, and Laura and I got into an old family tradition, we had changed into our Baby Doll Pajamas, built a fire in the fireplace, and exchanged gifts. Laura had gotten me a vast assortment of feminine things to wear and use at work, I had gotten her some very pretty jewelry. As Laura and I began to cuddle, in the glow of the burning embers, Laura had one more thing to say, she said, "Wendy, dear, I went to the doctor today, he said that when the stork drops by next spring, she'll be bringing us... TWINS! Back to Transgender Forum's home page © 1996 TG Forum |