Passion
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We both climaxed within minutes of his first penetration into my new womanhood. I was so caught up in being a woman for such a long period of time that I willingly submitted to him. I had the best feminine ecstasy of my life, knowing that I was able to please him as only a woman can please a man. The part that bothered me is when Ron told me that there would be occasions when his wealthy customers would insist on making love to me as the final proof before buying the body form for their own lovers. I hated the thought of that, because I wasn't a whore, and didn't want to be one. I had been slowly developing an affection of sorts for Ron, but I also knew that I couldn't make the money I promised to my wife if I was losing sales. When that inevitable time came I would just close my eyes and envision Ron on top of me instead of some stranger looking for a cheap thrill. Ron had been very good to me, and had fixed up a room for me at his house. I was making an average of $6000 a week now, which my wife and I were investing for our future. My wife and I now had a routine, and I almost never saw her except in the middle of the week, and even then, I was always dressed as a female. When the pressure got too much for both of us, we did make beautiful love but only when both of us felt horny at the same time. It had to be a mutual thing. The funny thing is that is exactly how it was with Ron and I. To all outward appearances the neighbors just assumed that Ron had a weekend girlfriend. Hell, the body form was so good that my own sister in law didn't suspect anything, even when I sat 3 feet away from her, so you know the neighbors didn't either. I would do all the "womanly chores" for us like going to the dry cleaners, the pharmacy and while doing the grocery shopping, and I often met the neighborhood ladies and chatted with them. In fact one of the neighbors was a Mary Kay saleslady who came over to show me her cosmetic line. After all the months of spending so many days in the body suit, being a woman was second nature to me now, and no one had a clue as to who was actually under all the silicone.

When we lost out on some good potential sales to executives that could only get time off during the mid-week to meet me, we found out that my "weekend only" routine was going to have to change. If we were both going to reach the sales goals we set for ourselves, it meant that I was going to have to remain as Passion for longer periods of time, possibly a full week or longer, especially if I had to fly somewhere to meet a customer. By this time I had been making decent enough money to enable my wife to open a small craft and hobby shop that she had always dreamed of owning. She told me that she was pretty well preoccupied with all those responsibilities. While she wasn't too happy to hear the news that she would be seeing less of me in my male mode, we decided that we'd try to expand our fun and possibly go on vacation as 2 girls when she could get time away from her new store.

With no hassle at home, and with visions of making lots of money, I told Jeff to use the strongest adhesive that he had, and I began living as Passion for up to 4 weeks at a time. After all the instructions and help I received from Cheryl with makeup application, hairstyling, and mannerisms, I was able to groom myself as good as any other woman, and Ron was always there to compliment me about it. Since I was becoming almost too comfortable about acting as Ron's wife around friends and neighbors, I decided that I would accept his offer to leave the guest bedroom and move into his master bedroom with the king size bed. We still honored each other's wishes about making love, but I found myself becoming more of an aggressor by wearing the sexiest Victoria Secret negligee and lingerie that I could find. It didn't take any words for Ron to catch my meaning. I also found that the longer I stayed full time in the body form, the harder it was to remember that I was still a male underneath it all.

Ron loved buying me gifts, and he loved it when I dressed in very classy and elegant clothes. With all of the business connections Ron had around the city, he was required to go to many formal dinners and functions, and he loved showing me off to his non-drag club friends. They had no idea who I really was, and he loved for me to wear the sexiest, most alluring gowns and dresses I had, knowing that would make his friends eyes pop out. He was on an ego trip and wanted his friends to be jealous of him and his significant other, who was me. It was about this time that he floored me by presenting me with a gorgeous one carat diamond engagement ring. When I looked at him, I asked why? He said that to keep up appearances with the neighbors and his business associates, it would look better if they thought we were engaged. Since we live together and do everything else that married couple do, his logic made complete sense and it was a thrill looking at my long nailed fingers and seeing that diamond that told the world that I belong to this man. My wife and I got along surprisingly well during this time. Almost like lesbians. Since I was living as Passion for a month at a time now, with only a 2 day break in between to let my skin breathe, we had learned how to please each other. Taking turns using a strap-on dildo and a few other toys, we experimented, and made pleasure for each other. I always made sure that she was satisfied sexually so that this new way of life wouldn't be thrown back in my face in a divorce court someday for abandonment of sexual services. We did get away for a few weekends, but as two girls. She was amused when I consented to dance with the men who sometimes asked me to go home with them. When I was with her, I was in her bed that night, no matter how I dressed. Six months of living as Passion had gone by, and all of us were both making loads of money from the sales of the body forms. We had expanded, including burn victims and others with some form of disfigurement in our sales. But somehow, living with Ron so long had made me feel like being a wife was the natural thing to do, as long as I was in my body form and living as a woman that is. Ron was totally head over heels in love with me, and I was wondering what was going to happen if and when I felt the urge to go back to living full time as my male self. Then he floored me with another surprise out of the blue.

We were walking through the mall doing some casual window shopping when he pulled me across the wide main aisle to the front of a bridal shop. He asked me what type of gown would I like to wear for our wedding. "Our wedding?" He said I'd been wearing that engagement ring for almost six months now, and my friends are wondering when our wedding date was going to be. He went on to say that it would help his corporate image if people saw him as a married man with a wife to come home to, instead of the playboy reputation he's had for a long time. He said that everyone sees us as the perfect couple and would love to see us married. I hated his logic, since it always makes sense. My wife thought it was funny.

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