Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 2

I did not yet know how often we would want to enjoy 'Danielle'. A couple times a month? Evenings and weekends? Full-time? I would trust my instincts to say "enough". Of course, all plans are subject to change....

Some of it would be easy. Danny and I had had a mutual taste for kink from the beginning of our relationship. We enjoyed new porn releases together, frequently attended "Gentleman's Clubs" together, and had even made occasional forays to BDSM clubs. As a result, we had identified some well-defined common traits we liked in 'bad girls'. For the most part, they represented the complete antithesis of our conservative, white-collar working lives. I relished the thought of incorporating some of those traits into my new 'girlfriend'.

Even that might prove to be easy. First, Danny had the 'right stuff' (Asset Number Seven). If he was too small, slender, and pretty to fit the image of a "man's man", he was perfect for Womanhood. Our visits to the bondage clubs had revealed Danny had a nascent submissive streak. I had occasionally played with it in the past, though not in a serious way. That was about to change. I was convinced that, with a little effort, I could transform him into a ravishing sexpot – to our mutual delight.

I realized I was talking as though I had already committed him to permanent feminization and sissification. Could we just continue to play 'dress-up' and let it go at that? Yes, but I knew my husband and myself well enough to know we would quickly tire of the contrived, make-believe atmosphere. We both adored fantasy fulfillment but craved it in a real, physical sense. Neither of us would be satisfied until this fantasy 'girl' could be manifested in the flesh in a truly believable way.

I would have to tread a very fine line. This was something Danny wanted; every instinct I had screamed it. I was in a position to give it to him, a realization that made my heart soar. I wanted it just as much for me, although I never would have believed it until that night. My instincts also cautioned me my beloved would feel he had to resist a real transformation out of fear of people's reaction to it, if not his own. His insecurities were baseless. I knew in my heart he would make a breathtaking woman, but Danny would not believe that until I proved it to him.