The Feminisation of Michael.
Chapter 6
The taxi dropped me off at a top hotel in London. I checked in as Miss Michaela Wilson. My new name!
I had credit cards and bank account details sorted out when I was in hospital so had a purse full of plastic! A bit like I now had a bra full as well!
After the porter had left me alone in my suite of rooms I just collapsed onto my bed. What an amazing few months I thought. This is now the start of a new life as a totally new person, in every way! As well as being a woman now I also felt so different mentally.
In hospital I had not seemed to have time to contemplate my new self. I sat up and unzipped the black lace dress I had put on to leave hospital.
I walked over to one of the many mirrors in the suite and looked at this beautiful woman staring back. I was 5ft 9 tall, thin and I looked at my large round breasts sitting in a black lace balcony bra.
I moved my fingers down my neck to the extents of my breasts, then down the front of my flat stomach, thin waist and stroked my new vagina through the black silk knickers. My bottom was pert, fleshy and soft and my pelvis had widened giving me almost child bearing hips! I was stunning. The scars were visible on my legs but these would fade in time, I still had a slight limp. My face was very feminine now with a thinner nose that almost kicked up at the end, full lips and a small round chin. Again a few scars were present but easily covered with a regular foundation. They would fade too.
I was expected to carry on taking the hormones and using something that looked like a vibrator to dilate my new vagina regularly. I had done this in hospital and it felt very strange, and painful at first but I was getting use to it.
The thought of a penis inside me intrigued me and made me feel a tingling sensation in my vagina. I was told that my man made clitoris would get more and more sensitive. I didn’t however feel in any rush to experience sex. I felt like I had been eaten up and spat out. I felt sore bruised and fragile.
I unhooked the clasp of my bra and inspected my full breasts which sagged slightly against my torso. They were very natural and soft, and it was hard to feel any
Implants were present. My nipples were large and deep red in colour against my white skin. The nipples were soft but stood erect by a good few millimetres.
I was told that they had performed regular treatments of electrolysis on my body hair whilst I was in the coma. I had not had to remove any hair since waking up. Yes the surgeons had indeed done an amazing job!
I took my knickers off and walked through to where there was a vast Jacuzzi bath. I started running a big hot bath and poured in various lotions and salts that had been provided. I rang for room service to order champagne and one glass.
In a way, thinking back, started to enjoy dressing as a woman. I didn’t think about it at the time. Now it was all so much easier!
I felt suddenly quite light headed and almost happy for the first time for many years. I was a gorgeous, rich woman.
I slipped on a long silk dressing gown and tied it tightly around my slim waist. My breasts filled the top and my nipples protruded through the silk.
I answered the door to the young porter who was wheeling a trolley with the champagne. I noticed his eyes widen! I tipped him and then slipped off the dressing gown walking into the Jacuzzi room with the champagne bucket and a full glass.
I lowered myself into the warmth, and thick bubbles, my breasts submerging like some huge water beasts!
I sat there massaging my new body.
The next day I was to take delivery of my new car. It was a top specification Range Rover , in black.
My Solicitor had lined up a visit to the main house I had inherited.
I put on some black lace shorts, I still loved how my panties now fitted smoothly across my vagina. I put a black t shirt bra and a tight black v necked sweater that clung around the shape of my ample breasts, with a visible cleavage. I put on a short tight leather mini skirt and a short fitted leather , biker style jacket, black ribbed tights and some flat, leather, knee length boots.
I wore my long blonde hair around my shoulders.
I put on a large pair of sunglasses and slung a large slouch bag over my shoulder. The receptionist had called me to tell me the car had been delivered, and the porter came up to carry my luggage down and load up the Range Rover.
I sat in the new luxury beige leather seats. What a superb car I loved it. I keyed the address into the Sat Nav, Stanmore House, Bodmin Moor, and was on my way.
I powered the V8 engine through the streets of London and out onto the open motorway. The seat belt fitted snugly between my protruding breasts accentuating them, and my silver bangles jangled as I operated the large vehicle. I felt a pleasant tingle through my vagina as the slight vibration moved through the seat as I drove.
This was the first time I had driven as a woman and it felt so lovely, I smiled as I listened to the V8 burble away.
When I stopped for petrol I could sense a few stares from other women, possibly envious? And of course from guys! I stood in a line to pay along with truckers and other road users, I was a tall thin elegant lady and I liked it.
I got back on the road and in a few hours was driving through thick woodland on the edge of Bodmin moor.
I pulled through a large set of wrought iron gates with “Stanmore House” carved on one of the gate posts in fine Roman text.
Ahead of me was a curling avenue of trees, no sight of a house.