I never thought I could feel this strongly about anyone…’ Rachel smiled and held out her hand. ‘I love you, too…’ Tonight was their two mont...h anniversary. It was a deeply romantic occasion, set in candlelight at a small local Italian restaurant. Frank Sinatra sang about New York in the background. Rachel, innocent and pretty, was in heaven. She tried and failed to protect her face from the indignity of running makeup. She was adorable, with shoulder-length blonde hair pulled back in a clip,. People would do anything for a word from her, even though most of the time it was some variant of "Fuck off". But that was better than her usual icy glare at people she considered beneath her. (It must here be noted that she considered everyone beneath her, some were simply less so than others.)Her social standing was enhanced by her family's extravagant wealth, which they lavished on her without restraint, and which among many other things bought her the custom-tailored clothes she wore to. On the first dayof my vacation I am informed that I am now to wear only woman's clothingand that tomorrow I am to receive the ultimate part of my transformation.I have to admit to myself that after all the changes to my body I amalmost relieved that a complete female appearance will be allowed ratherthan the increasing femininized male portrait at work I have become atthe relentless hands of my wife. On the morning of the promised day I am greeted and caressed as a womanmight be on the morning. Her hands are covered with gloves and feet with shocks. How she pious I don’t know but it seems to me that she is very pious. When she goes out always wears a yashmak. She was about 5’-3” tall, for the yashmak she looks taller. I think, not only me, no male can grow bad intention in his mind about my Bhabiji Amena for her conservativeness.In 2009, I with my whole family went to visit my father-in-laws house for about 15 days. I saw Amena there. I came to know that her husband Mr. Quddus could.