Revelation

by entranced52

The last weeks had been somewhat tumultuous. Three weeks ago, Baroness V and i had spent a special weekend away, at a private resort. The invitation and gesture caught me by surprise. Nonetheless i was thrilled to be with Her, away, as though we were a couple. We might have even looked like a couple to others. That illusion was disrupted, violently, when, on our first night, at a romantic (in my mind) dinner, She looked me in the eye and said the words that would forever echo in my mind, words that marked a new beginning:

“I have decided that the time has come for you to become a woman.”

Needless to say, we spent many hours that night discussing that shocking revelation, but those details are for another time; i would say now looking back, that Baroness V was very, very methodical and thoughtful in Her explanation, and, frankly, very generous to be sharing Her thoughts with me at all since, obviously, She was in a position to do anything She wanted without any discussion.

That night ended as so many others did - my mouth taped shut, one of Baroness V’s well-worn stockings stretched over my head with my nose buried right in the toe, inhaling deeply Her essence as Baroness V passionately, rhythmically took me from behind with Her strap-on and whispered seductively in my ear.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I got the surprise of 2 new magazines in my mailbox. Baroness V had purchased two subscriptions for me, one to Glamour, one to Cosmopolitan. i was self-conscious about this, but felt positively weak when i looked through them, in front of Baroness V. The notes included in the first copies of these subscriptions, notes obviously dictated by Baroness V but printed on the stationary of the magazine publishers (a common service):

“Robert, welcome to this new phase of your life. your life as a man ends, your life as a woman begins, and your life as My slave continues,

forever. Baroness V.”

After reading this, i tried to make a small joke, mostly out of nervousness.

“Well, so much for my ever running for Congress,” I said.

Baroness V walked towards me, and i shivered slightly - being near Her was always exhilarating and almost overwhelming.

“Do you think a transsexual would ever be elected to Congress, robert?” Baroness V asked.

i swallowed and looked up at Her, and She was looking back at me almost sympathetically.

“i am not a transsexual,” i said softy, and with effort.

Baroness V took one step closer to me, and held my hand.

“Not now, perhaps, but you are going to be. you are going to become a transsexual, and may be one for a long time until I decide it is time for you to become a woman. Look at Me in My eyes robert.”

i could barely lift my head, but i managed to, and met Her gaze, which melted me.

“I want you to say that you are going to be a transsexual, and that you may be one forever."

my lip quivered, and i struggled, but could not speak.

Amazingly, this brought a smile to Baroness V’s face.

“Let’s go to the den and discuss this further, robert. I have had a long day in these heels, and stockings, and I am ready to have My feet massaged, and smelled. So come with Me, and let’s regain our perspective.”

And i did go with Her, into the den and beyond, for She knew, as i did (though i tried, on many occasions to fight it), that i would go anywhere that my Baroness V led me.