May 18, 2022I don't believe anything from Fiona Dobson and I don't believe your stories, @Kimberc . They read like fantasies which means they probably are. He took hold of me by my arms and looked me squarely in the face. What a man he was; perfect, strong, dominating. He said: “I don’t care about your sexuality in the past, I want you too. I love you too.”

My tool was also starting to shrink and my male organs were beginning to draw up into my body. I knew I would reach a point when I would be neither male nor female. I had been told the female experience was better the male so I did not mind. I was looking forward to when James could insert his tool into my female orifice. I was also enjoying the constant attention for my maids; they would bathe me, dress me and put on my makeup. I did not have to lift a finger except of course when I choose to. I asked Devyani if I could live in her house, She didn't have any problem with that and I was so happy. Now it atleast presented me with a chance to impress her. I always used to wake up early in the morning, do all the work prepare tea and serve it to her. I also used to put a lot of effort to make myself look as much beautiful as I could. Many days went like that but I couldn't impress Devyani. I didn't know what she wanted and it was now beginning to hurt me. I couldn't directly ask her. One day Devyani was not in the house and I was getting bored, so I started searching for some interesting. In search of some books to read I entered Devyani's room. There were lot of books comics, history and books on famous persons as I was searching I found a dairy, dairy of Devyani. I thought it could help me get close to her so I started reading it. I found out Devyani liked women in traditional dress. There were also some pictures which were of my use. There was not much time left Devyani was about to come. I wanted to say something, but I realized that the voice that would come out of my pretty face would betray me as not being the woman in her bridal finery. I just smiled. But he added: “I felt out of place when I stopped dressing as a woman. I didn’t know who I was any more.” The slow realization would have been amusing at any other time, in any other circumstance. But now it was just terrifying.He became malnourished on just a bowl of Weetabix and a smoothie a day. Roy sought comfort in his husband, who he still loved, but says they barely had any time together. No man would agree to that. So why did I? As it was all being done, I imagined a whole series of explanations for my decision, but none of them was credible. Even now there is only one possible explanation: I wanted to be a bride. I have always wanted to be a bride.

Roy, who comes from Manchester, told his parents he was moving to London for work. In reality, he was living with his partner in his in-laws’ house in the capital and, as the big day drew nearer, he became ever more nervous. But you may be considering whether this marriage is right for you?” he asked, with sincere interest. Is it possible? Is love at first sight really a thing? Can a person fall in fall in love twice in less than a minute? I had seen the perfect woman in the mirror. Perhaps my senses were already heightened by that vision. And then the perfect man appears. The perfect man meets the perfect woman. Surely there can only be one outcome? Except for one very unpleasant reality. But I was not thinking about that, not then, not in that moment. Roy said she treated him “worse than Cinderella”, making him work 18 hours a day doing demeaning domestic chores. I somehow knew that Eloise would never achieve this standard. She could never be the woman for me. What woman could be? The woman I wanted was looking at me from the mirror.I loved the idea of a wedding; the flowers, the vows, the confetti, but most of all, the bride. How beautiful she would be, as I stood there beside her. Everything about her would need to be perfect – the dress, the hair, the makeup, the posy. I had a clear image in my mind long before I even had a girlfriend. That is just not normal thinking for a guy. I accepted the loan of the beautiful blouse and skirt, and the shoes, and I went to lunch with Nathan Boland and his mother. I could recount everything that happened, but I can only say that it was a whirl. It almost seemed like an out of body experience. Certainly, everything that happened was on another level, a level somewhere between earth and heaven. Somewhere perfect, where every word that he spoke was music and every look that he gave me thrilled me beyond belief, and where it seemed that I was having the same effect on him. Roy’s own parents found out his secret and disowned him when snaps of the wedding appeared on Facebook , exposing Roy as the bride pictured.

My mum-in-law started calling me her daughter-in-law,” he said. “There was a time when I came down in slippers, not really dressed. She said I needed to maintain myself at all times and never come down again like that. Later I was dressed again for dinner. James had invited people over and we had a grand meal and afterwards we danced. The evening went well and afterwards the maids got me ready for bed and James made his usual deposit before we went to sleep. But even then, I still thought of myself as a guy with some fixed ideas about how a bride should be. I would show Eloise and she would clap her hands and agree with me. She would be the bride and I would be the groom. We would be married. I would take her to bed, and we would live a normal life.Before lunch was even over, his mother said: “I am going to leave you two to finish on your own. I feel like an intruder.” You do not know that these are fantasies. I know personally of a lot of couples where the partner fully accepts and embraces the new life of their loved one, and this story is not different from those. I think we owe our fellow members to take what they say at face value. Sure, we can disagree with their opinions and arguments, but we ought to listen to what they tell us.

I needed to be up at 6am to cook the breakfast. I had to cook all three meals a day. But I wasn’t allowed to eat.I have come to take my mother for lunch,” he said. “But if you can’t go through with your wedding, then you may be available to join us?” I turned around and he was standing there. Tall and very good looking, with a voice like warm caramel sauce, and a look in his eyes that … well, a look that spoke to me.