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Dear Helga, My Husband, now my companion Elizabeth, had been in nappies all day, every day, work included, and other baby clothes as soon as he came home since our engagement, eighteen years ago when he was made redundant. He tried to get many jobs in his own field but his age was against him and he was beginning to get quite bitter that when he found a position that he was suited for he was passed over for a woman. In the end he was at home all the time and, because of his sulkiness I began to assign him more jobs around the house. As well as doing all of the washing and ironing, the cooking and washing up I taught him to bake and had him in darling little gingham dresses and rompers now he spent less and less time going out. At the same time I made him write to your journal about his baby life and, partly inspired by your site and our correspondence, changed his name permanently from his birth name Kim [sissy enough some would say] to Elizabeth, or Lizzie and told him that from now on he would be called 'she'. And then the penny dropped. "You're not going to keep me at home all the time in dresses and rompers, [which I'd long ago made him pronounce 'dwesses' and 'wompers'] are you?" I replied, "No Elizabeth, dear, I'm going to see if you look pretty enough in something more grown up" "Pretty enough for what?" he asked, alarmed. "Why Lizzie, pretty enough to get a job, of course. You've kept losing good jobs to women for so long that it's dawned on me that after all these years in nappies and your pretty frocks and rompers you've probably become just too submissive to compete. I think you'll find it easier when we've legally changed your name and concentrated on your appearance, I know you could pass for a woman but just in case I'm wrong I've arranged an experiment. I've booked you in at a solicitors for your name to be changed by deed poll and even you must realise that we've got to have you looking as though there's a good reason?'" Poor Lizzie's lip actually, trembled as she asked, almost in a whisper. "What reason?" "My dear little Lizzie the same reason as I told the doctor, of course, that you want to be a woman! You do want a job don't you?" "Yes but, but..." I interrupted her. You want to get a job but you kept losing out to women so it's obvious to me. "You want to work, you want to live as a woman". I smiled, "Dr James said she wasn't too surprised and asked if you wanted an operation but I said you'd said nothing about that - yet. Nevertheless, she wants to see you because, as she said, she needs to hear your desires from you, the patient. Now stop standing they're wetting yourself and go upstairs and run a bath." I've always kept Lizzie permanently and completely shaven so there was nothing to do in that area but after a hot scented bath, a new nappy and rubber pants followed by her favourite Bunny Printed plastics. I dried her down vigorously and led her into my bedroom where I showed the treasures I'd bought the day before. First I had her step into a Playtex 36C open corselet and showed her how to fasten her stockings, undid them and made her show me, she had trouble with the back ones. Next came her Truform silicone breast forms and then I held several slips up against her and chose one with a deep lace hem and pretty lace panels at the bust and had her slip it on over her head. She has always been obedient but she was so anxious that she was shaking. "I can see that you're shaking with pleasure", I teased, "I should have taken these steps before!" Finally I chose a classic blue crepe dress with elastic ruching at the waist that showed her bust off to a good advantage, had her sit down and started blow-drying her hair. It's medium length and with side parting [girls side] I felt that she could easily pass as a woman if I waved the hair slightly so it was just off the face but prettily framed her face. With foundation, mascara and lipstick she became even more plausible as a modern woman of small to medium build and her nappies actually gave her quite nice little bottom! Now I showed her how she looked. "There now. You are a woman for all to see. In a moment we'll go to the local store and nobody will know you're not" She begged and begged until I looked at her and said, "Alright, stay as you were but I am very very unhappy after all this effort" and I glowered at her. An hour with her locked in my room knowing that at similar times I have not spoken to her for up to a week and she was calling me. "Do you really want me to live as a woman and get a job? D.. Do you think I will really be alright?" She spoke so softly and pathetically that I took her head in my hand and kissed her on her forehead. Yes Elizabeth. You will be a woman. Now we are to prove that to you once I've put your earrings in and with that I removed the little baby studs and replaced them with a pair of pearl drop earrings and gave her the Ladies black jacket to slip on. Elizabeth, my Lizzie, was to prove my idea would work and seal her fate. The next day she would go to the solicitors and her name and title would be changed by Deed Poll and, after that she would bear the name and title of a woman on every shred of documentation. Baby was growing up. Copied from Miss Janet Scott's longhand by her companion Miss Elizabeth Thank you for your letter Elizabeth. I'm sure both of you will be much happier now that you have found your true calling, as a woman. Auntie Helga |