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The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my fantasy - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you share the same fantasy, or you're the lucky one who lives it; or you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

(Disclaimer: This isn't really a roleplay prompt, just a description of the life I fantasize about intented to stimulate a deeper, fun conversation!)

Hello! I am looking for a literate male partner to embark together upon a scenario based around the feminization of my character. I have always wanted to explore this kind of story with someone, however, I am not drawn to a quick scene revolving around a one-and-done sex scene about my character putting on feminine clothing, or anything revolving around a 'magical' or in any other way sped-up transformation. Eroticism has an important place in my writing, but I like to focus on other, less sexual, aspects of such a scenario; it offers a great opportunity to explore themes as identity and sexuality and their changes, self-perception, traditional gender roles, conservative attitudes to masculinity and femininity, the perception of physical and mental changes both by the feminized and feminizing character... As such, my approach lends itself to a literate and long-term collaborative writing.

I will briefly describe my writing style and the kind of characters I would like us to play, before offering a few specific scenarios. I enjoy out-of-character discussions about our characters, plot, and where we want to take them short-term and long-term, all of this is thus up for further conversation between us. It's good, however, to roughly paint a picture of what I like and expect.

My writing style, summarized, is literate and descriptive writing in past tense, 3rd person, with several paragraphs per post; the specific lenght of text per reply is flexible, the other aspects, not so much. I don't reject writing in 1st person outright, but I would much, much prefer 3rd person. I love delving into the characters' internal thoughts and monologues, as well as descriptions of their feelings and their surroundings, and I also love constructing a world in which other secondary characters play a role in their lives, without overshadowing them unnecessarily, leading to the lenght of my posts being on average several paragraphs, often breaking the standard post limit. This comes with the natural caveat that there are, of course, scenes in which brisker and snappier responses are more relevant. If you see yourself in this, I'd love to talk. While I am not aiming to write like Dostoyevsky myself, I have a certain standard of literacy and writing; I put effort in my writing and expect the same in return.

The backstories of each character will depend on the specific scenario, but as a rough outline of who my character would be the feminized character, his fate turning out to be becoming a woman and dealing with everything that entails. As I want the transition to play out in a complete and realistic manner, I would prefer him to start out male presenting; not a 6 feet tall muscular heap of a man, mind you, but also not someone who is already a feminine and perfectly petite twink. There is femininity in him, in his mind, disposition, and personality, but he represses it before being given the opportunity to feel comfortable with accepting himself; or being a little forced and pushed into taking that opportunity. In any case, I like the contrast of who he was and who she is becoming. He would likely be in his early 20s and absolutely not comfortable in the male role, without having yet realized his potential on the other side.

As for your character, he is, naturally, the exact opposite. A shining example of masculinity in his looks and behaviour, he is absolutely comfortable in his masculine role. He is very conservative and has strict demands about the traditional role of a man and a woman, of a husband and his wife. He demands obedience, loyalty, and absolute femininity, yet he is also loving and romantic - in his traditional way. He would see potential in my character, and want to lead him towards realising that potential in womanhood, hoping to help him end up on his side as his beautiful housewife. I really like masculinity, and while I don't wish to dictate his looks, I will say I like tall, naturally strong men, who are hairy and have a big, bushy beard or a moustache. I also prefer him to be older, roughly around 40 years of age.

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A few potential scenarios and dynamics...

From Roommates to Husband and Wife

For various reasons, MC has to find a new place to live; perhaps his lease is coming to an end, maybe he had a falling out with his previous roommates, or he got accepted to continue his studies far away from home. I think that for this scenario to work, we shouldn't focus too much on two people who don't know each other at all getting acquainted, which is why I prefer two variants of this plot...

The family friend - the fact that MC and YC already know each other eases the initial stages of their relationship, without a need to spend too much time establishing their first meeting, et cetera. We can discuss how close they have already been before, but I think the ideal is enough to be comfortable with one another, without YC being someone MC used to see and meet every other day in the past. His father's old friend from the military, perhaps, who never returned to his hometown but has visited MC's family several times. Someone for whom it would be natural to offer an emergency room to rent to an acquaintance in need, as a place to stay in before he can find a better place... as was the plan.

The shady advertisement - Desperate, MC responds to an advertisement he stumbles upon in the newspaper in which an older man offers a room for very low rent in exchange for administrative help. In short, someone looking for a live-in secretary - something MC decides he can put up with for a while. While in this scenario they don't know each other, it already establishes a dynamic allowing YC to steer and manipulate the situation as he becomes obsessed with MC's feminine potential.

An Arranged Marriage

As MC's father's business goes down, a mysterious investor with finances at his disposal appears with an offer to help. An offer not to be refused. Naturally, nothing is for free, and despite his reservations, MC's father allows the man to demand his son as his wife. Naturally, to be arranged for as soon as possible. Whether he wants it or not, MC is thrust into a new world, to be spoiled and showered with money and gifts, yet also to shed any remnants of his masculinity and learn to be the perfect housewife of a man she barely knows. Is he simply a wealthy banker with strange ideas of who should be his wife? A gangster involved in the maffia? A wealthy military officer from a long line of old money?

A Desperate Plea

In this scenario, MC is much more accepting of her femininity, but is too terrified to begin transitioning. His family will never accept it and even if they would, it is too terrifying to begin one's changes and turn one's life completely around... He's put up an advertisement in the newspaper, detailing his desire for a traditional feminine role, his desire to transition completely and fully and marry a conservative, masculine man, having no idea his wish will come true sooner than he thinks, his future having been decided the moment his suitor set his eyes upon the ad. But may things begin moving more quickly than he ever anticipated...?

Another of my ideas is government mandated transitioning, in which a conservative, traditionalist right-wing government utilises gender transition and feminization to uphold traditional roles and categories, but it's a little specific. But we can talk about this if it caught your attention.

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I hope you like any of these; I would enjoy discussing them, tweaking them, or devising something different in the same vein. I will be happy to see your message!

Preferences and likes: feminization, gender transition, realistic gender transition, HRT and SRS, contrast, elegant femininity, traditional gender roles, conservatism, traditionalism, religious guilt, religious drama, political drama, very masculine men, hairy men, beards, moustaches, vintage suits, corsets, vintage dress, uniforms, military, policemen, tough love, height difference, size difference, strictness.

Hello! I am looking for a literate male partner to embark together upon a scenario based around the feminization of my character. I have always wanted to explore this kind of story with someone, however, I am not drawn to a quick scene revolving around a one-and-done sex scene about my character putting on feminine clothing, or anything revolving around a 'magical' or in any other way sped-up transformation. Eroticism has an important place in my writing, but I like to focus on other, less sexual, aspects of such a scenario; it offers a great opportunity to explore themes as identity and sexuality and their changes, self-perception, traditional gender roles, conservative attitudes to masculinity and femininity, the perception of physical and mental changes both by the feminized and feminizing character... As such, my approach lends itself to a literate and long-term collaborative writing.

I will briefly describe my writing style and the kind of characters I would like us to play, before offering a few specific scenarios. I enjoy out-of-character discussions about our characters, plot, and where we want to take them short-term and long-term, all of this is thus up for further conversation between us. It's good, however, to roughly paint a picture of what I like and expect.

My writing style, summarized, is literate and descriptive writing in past tense, 3rd person, with several paragraphs per post; the specific lenght of text per reply is flexible, the other aspects, not so much. I don't reject writing in 1st person outright, but I would much, much prefer 3rd person. I love delving into the characters' internal thoughts and monologues, as well as descriptions of their feelings and their surroundings, and I also love constructing a world in which other secondary characters play a role in their lives, without overshadowing them unnecessarily, leading to the lenght of my posts being on average several paragraphs, often breaking the standard post limit on Discord. This comes with the natural caveat that there are, of course, scenes in which brisker and snappier responses are more relevant. If you see yourself in this, I'd love to talk. While I am not aiming to write like Dostoyevsky myself, I have a certain standard of literacy and writing; I put effort in my writing and expect the same in return.

The backstories of each character will depend on the specific scenario, but as a rough outline of who my character would be the feminized character, his fate turning out to be becoming a woman and dealing with everything that entails. As I want the transition to play out in a complete and realistic manner, I would prefer him to start out male presenting; not a 6 feet tall muscular heap of a man, mind you, but also not someone who is already a feminine and perfectly petite twink. There is femininity in him, in his mind, disposition, and personality, but he represses it before being given the opportunity to feel comfortable with accepting himself; or being a little forced and pushed into taking that opportunity. In any case, I like the contrast of who he was and who she is becoming. He would likely be in his early 20s and absolutely not comfortable in the male role, without having yet realized his potential on the other side.

As for your character, he is, naturally, the exact opposite. A shining example of masculinity in his looks and behaviour, he is absolutely comfortable in his masculine role. He is very conservative and has strict demands about the traditional role of a man and a woman, of a husband and his wife. He demands obedience, loyalty, and absolute femininity, yet he is also loving and romantic - in his traditional way. He would see potential in my character, and want to lead him towards realising that potential in womanhood, hoping to help him end up on his side as his beautiful housewife. I really like masculinity, and while I don't wish to dictate his looks, I will say I like tall, naturally strong men, who are hairy and have a big, bushy beard or a moustache. I also prefer him to be older, roughly around 40 years of age.

______________________________________

A few potential scenarios and dynamics...

From Roommates to Husband and Wife

For various reasons, MC has to find a new place to live; perhaps his lease is coming to an end, maybe he had a falling out with his previous roommates, or he got accepted to continue his studies far away from home. I think that for this scenario to work, we shouldn't focus too much on two people who don't know each other at all getting acquainted, which is why I prefer two variants of this plot...

The family friend - the fact that MC and YC already know each other eases the initial stages of their relationship, without a need to spend too much time establishing their first meeting, et cetera. We can discuss how close they have already been before, but I think the ideal is enough to be comfortable with one another, without YC being someone MC used to see and meet every other day in the past. His father's old friend from the military, perhaps, who never returned to his hometown but has visited MC's family several times. Someone for whom it would be natural to offer an emergency room to rent to an acquaintance in need, as a place to stay in before he can find a better place... as was the plan.

The shady advertisement - Desperate, MC responds to an advertisement he stumbles upon in the newspaper in which an older man offers a room for very low rent in exchange for administrative help. In short, someone looking for a live-in secretary - something MC decides he can put up with for a while. While in this scenario they don't know each other, it already establishes a dynamic allowing YC to steer and manipulate the situation as he becomes obsessed with MC's feminine potential.

An Arranged Marriage

As MC's father's business goes down, a mysterious investor with finances at his disposal appears with an offer to help. An offer not to be refused. Naturally, nothing is for free, and despite his reservations, MC's father allows the man to demand his son as his wife. Naturally, to be arranged for as soon as possible. Whether he wants it or not, MC is thrust into a new world, to be spoiled and showered with money and gifts, yet also to shed any remnants of his masculinity and learn to be the perfect housewife of a man she barely knows. Is he simply a wealthy banker with strange ideas of who should be his wife? A gangster involved in the maffia? A wealthy military officer from a long line of old money?

A Desperate Plea

In this scenario, MC is much more accepting of her femininity, but is too terrified to begin transitioning. His family will never accept it and even if they would, it is too terrifying to begin one's changes and turn one's life completely around... He's put up an advertisement in the newspaper, detailing his desire for a traditional feminine role, his desire to transition completely and fully and marry a conservative, masculine man, having no idea his wish will come true sooner than he thinks, his future having been decided the moment his suitor set his eyes upon the ad. But may things begin moving more quickly than he ever anticipated...?

Another of my ideas is government mandated transitioning, in which a conservative, traditionalist right-wing government utilises gender transition and feminization to uphold traditional roles and categories, but it's a little specific. But we can talk about this if it caught your attention.

____________________________________

I hope you like any of these; I would enjoy discussing them, tweaking them, or devising something different in the same vein. I usually play on Discord, I am in CET timezone, and I will be happy to see your message!

Preferences and likes: feminization, gender transition, realistic gender transition, HRT and SRS, contrast, elegant femininity, traditional gender roles, conservatism, traditionalism, religious guilt, religious drama, political drama, very masculine men, hairy men, beards, moustaches, vintage suits, corsets, vintage dress, uniforms, military, policemen, tough love, height difference, size difference, strictness.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
__________________________

Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
__________________________

Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
__________________________

Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
__________________________

Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my fantasy - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you share the same fantasy, or you're the lucky one who lives it; or you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

(Disclaimer: This isn't really a roleplay prompt, just a description of the life I fantasize about intented to stimulate a deeper, fun conversation!)

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my fantasy - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you share the same fantasy, or you're the lucky one who lives it; or you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

(Disclaimer: This isn't really a roleplay prompt, just a description of the life I fantasize about intented to stimulate a deeper, fun conversation!)

You've always been the kind of man who's comfortable in his masculinity, which is reflected both in your lifestyle and your worldview; you feel your calling is to fulfill the role of a man entirely, perhaps you're drawn to a rural life of homesteading, or serving your country as one of its brave soldiers, and you desire nothing less in your partner than for her the be the epitome of traditional femininity, who dreams of nothing less but to build such a conservative, traditional life along with you as the feminine, caring, supporting side of the whole. Despite your conservative and right-wing views, however, on one issue your opinion may differ.

Gender change. Your reasons may vary: Perhaps you're simply attracted to transgender women, and you're willing to entertain one as an exception to your rule, her past your secret. Or you genuinely believe in a kind of 'trans-inclusive' conservatism, if I may; perhaps you're more libertarian in your attitude, believing that if someone wishes to live as a woman and embrace the role fully, they should do so. Or you may have a more traditionalist understanding of gender, which you see as more psychological and spiritual, rather than purely biological - and a person with a feminine mentality should rather transition to be and live as a woman, rather than not fitting into traditional categories of femininity and masculinity, and exist outside the hierarchy. Or you may see it in an entirely different manner...

Thus it occurs to you, or you've been having that dream for a long time, even, that it might not be a bad idea to take up such a lady as your wife. Someone closeted, or maybe even not yet aware of her femininity, who'd have such a better life as the wife of a masculine man. Afterall, she's a head shorter than you, can barely be a man even if she wanted to, and you could pick her up easily even before she starts hormones. She's ready, no, she's eager to embrace femininity in its entirety, in its traditional iteration, and her ambitions, whether she admits it or not, are nothing but to live as a traditional housewife of a ma like you. To help her get over her fears and find courage to start a better life, more befitting her, to help her begin and complete her transition, to influence and nurture the kind of femininity she will embody... To help her on the journey to completely forget there was ever a time when she doubted her true self. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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Thanks for reading all the way to here! If you are such a man and have this sort of fantasy or even a dream, or if what I wrote merely caught your attention and you'd enjoy discussing it, I'll be more than happy to see your message. Please, when you reach out, I'd like to get to know you - tell me what interested you, whether you are a conservative man like that, what's your attitude to all this. I'm looking forward!

You've always been the kind of man who's comfortable in his masculinity, which is reflected both in your lifestyle and your worldview; you feel your calling is to fulfill the role of a man entirely, perhaps you're drawn to a rural life of homesteading, or serving your country as one of its brave soldiers, and you desire nothing less in your partner than for her the be the epitome of traditional femininity, who dreams of nothing less but to build such a conservative, traditional life along with you as the feminine, caring, supporting side of the whole. Despite your conservative and right-wing views, however, on one issue your opinion may differ.

Gender change. Your reasons may vary: Perhaps you're simply attracted to transgender women, and you're willing to entertain one as an exception to your rule, her past your secret. Or you genuinely believe in a kind of 'trans-inclusive' conservatism, if I may; perhaps you're more libertarian in your attitude, believing that if someone wishes to live as a woman and embrace the role fully, they should do so. Or you may have a more traditionalist understanding of gender, which you see as more psychological and spiritual, rather than purely biological - and a person with a feminine mentality should rather transition to be and live as a woman, rather than not fitting into traditional categories of femininity and masculinity, and exist outside the hierarchy. Or you may see it in an entirely different manner...

Thus it occurs to you, or you've been having that dream for a long time, even, that it might not be a bad idea to take up such a lady as your wife. Someone closeted, or maybe even not yet aware of her femininity, who'd have such a better life as the wife of a masculine man. Afterall, she's a head shorter than you, can barely be a man even if she wanted to, and you could pick her up easily even before she starts hormones. She's ready, no, she's eager to embrace femininity in its entirety, in its traditional iteration, and her ambitions, whether she admits it or not, are nothing but to live as a traditional housewife of a ma like you. To help her get over her fears and find courage to start a better life, more befitting her, to help her begin and complete her transition, to influence and nurture the kind of femininity she will embody... To help her on the journey to completely forget there was ever a time when she doubted her true self. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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Thanks for reading all the way to here! If you are such a man and have this sort of fantasy or even a dream, or if what I wrote merely caught your attention and you'd enjoy discussing it, I'll be more than happy to see your message. Please, when you reach out, I'd like to get to know you - tell me what interested you, whether you are a conservative man like that, what's your attitude to all this. I'm looking forward!

You've always been the kind of man who's comfortable in his masculinity, which is reflected both in your lifestyle and your worldview; you feel your calling is to fulfill the role of a man entirely, perhaps you're drawn to a rural life of homesteading, or serving your country as one of its brave soldiers, and you desire nothing less in your partner than for her the be the epitome of traditional femininity, who dreams of nothing less but to build such a conservative, traditional life along with you as the feminine, caring, supporting side of the whole. Despite your conservative and right-wing views, however, on one issue your opinion may differ.

Gender change. Your reasons may vary: Perhaps you're simply attracted to transgender women, and you're willing to entertain one as an exception to your rule, her past your secret. Or you genuinely believe in a kind of 'trans-inclusive' conservatism, if I may; perhaps you're more libertarian in your attitude, believing that if someone wishes to live as a woman and embrace the role fully, they should do so. Or you may have a more traditionalist understanding of gender, which you see as more psychological and spiritual, rather than purely biological - and a person with a feminine mentality should rather transition to be and live as a woman, rather than not fitting into traditional categories of femininity and masculinity, and exist outside the hierarchy. Or you may see it in an entirely different manner...

Thus it occurs to you, or you've been having that dream for a long time, even, that it might not be a bad idea to take up such a lady as your wife. Someone closeted, or maybe even not yet aware of her femininity, who'd have such a better life as the wife of a masculine man. Afterall, she's a head shorter than you, can barely be a man even if she wanted to, and you could pick her up easily even before she starts hormones. She's ready, no, she's eager to embrace femininity in its entirety, in its traditional iteration, and her ambitions, whether she admits it or not, are nothing but to live as a traditional housewife of a ma like you. To help her get over her fears and find courage to start a better life, more befitting her, to help her begin and complete her transition, to influence and nurture the kind of femininity she will embody... To help her on the journey to completely forget there was ever a time when she doubted her true self. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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Thanks for reading all the way to here! If you are such a man and have this sort of fantasy or even a dream, or if what I wrote merely caught your attention and you'd enjoy discussing it, I'll be more than happy to see your message. Please, when you reach out, I'd like to get to know you - tell me what interested you, whether you are a conservative man like that, what's your attitude to all this. I'm looking forward!

You've always been the kind of man who's comfortable in his masculinity, which is reflected both in your lifestyle and your worldview; you feel your calling is to fulfill the role of a man entirely, perhaps you're drawn to a rural life of homesteading, or serving your country as one of its brave soldiers, and you desire nothing less in your partner than for her the be the epitome of traditional femininity, who dreams of nothing less but to build such a conservative, traditional life along with you as the feminine, caring, supporting side of the whole. Despite your conservative and right-wing views, however, on one issue your opinion may differ.

Gender change. Your reasons may vary: Perhaps you're simply attracted to transgender women, and you're willing to entertain one as an exception to your rule, her past your secret. Or you genuinely believe in a kind of 'trans-inclusive' conservatism, if I may; perhaps you're more libertarian in your attitude, believing that if someone wishes to live as a woman and embrace the role fully, they should do so. Or you may have a more traditionalist understanding of gender, which you see as more psychological and spiritual, rather than purely biological - and a person with a feminine mentality should rather transition to be and live as a woman, rather than not fitting into traditional categories of femininity and masculinity, and exist outside the hierarchy. Or you may see it in an entirely different manner...

Thus it occurs to you, or you've been having that dream for a long time, even, that it might not be a bad idea to take up such a lady as your wife. Someone closeted, or maybe even not yet aware of her femininity, who'd have such a better life as the wife of a masculine man. Afterall, she's a head shorter than you, can barely be a man even if she wanted to, and you could pick her up easily even before she starts hormones. She's ready, no, she's eager to embrace femininity in its entirety, in its traditional iteration, and her ambitions, whether she admits it or not, are nothing but to live as a traditional housewife of a ma like you. To help her get over her fears and find courage to start a better life, more befitting her, to help her begin and complete her transition, to influence and nurture the kind of femininity she will embody... To help her on the journey to completely forget there was ever a time when she doubted her true self. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

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Thanks for reading all the way to here! If you are such a man and have this sort of fantasy or even a dream, or if what I wrote merely caught your attention and you'd enjoy discussing it, I'll be more than happy to see your message. Please, when you reach out, I'd like to get to know you - tell me what interested you, whether you are a conservative man like that, what's your attitude to all this. I'm looking forward!

I realize the title of my post is somewhat suggestive, and it may seem as though I am explicitly looking for someone to agree with me or validate me. You are allowed to think so, and perhaps it's subconsciously true. I would defend myself with the assertion that in my situation, it is very easy to find those who disagree and engage in discussions with them, whether they disagree with my conservative worldview and claim trans issues can only fit into a progressive framework, or they disagree with the very notion that trans issues and a traditionalist society aren't inherently incompatible. That's the beauty of online spaces - one can use them to try and seek out someone with a less mainstream point of view, who would otherwise be difficult to find and discuss with.

However, if you would like to reach out to disagree, I will still welcome your message. Likewise, even if our views converge, I imagine we won't have the exact same opinions and there will still be a lot of space for conversation, which I will very much enjoy, and hopefully, you will as well.

To illustrate what sort of a conversation partner I am looking for, it is a man who considers himself a traditionalist of sorts; whatever labels you want to use for yourself, if any. Someone who believes in the existence of certain timeless principles and values, and doesn't really base his opinions on the need to "return" to some arbitrarily chosen point in time. Someone who believes these principles and values have had different iterations in different societies and points in time, and are still relevant in modernity, even if he is himself an antimodernist, and can offer solutions to issues that have been discussed since ancient times through the lens of tradition, hierarchy, social roles, a dichotomy between dominant and submissive personalities. Someone who is interested in the political and perhaps even philosophical, and likes to discuss even the issues of gender and sexuality from this point of view.

If you see yourself in my description, don't hesitate to send me a message - I'd welcome it if you introduced yourself slightly and described from what vantage points are you approaching the question to start up the conversation a little bit, but you don't have to write a whole essay for an opening message, don't worry! Looking forward!

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my fantasy - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you share the same fantasy, or you're the lucky one who lives it; or you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

(Disclaimer: This isn't really a roleplay prompt, just a description of the life I fantasize about intented to stimulate a deeper, fun conversation!)

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
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Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.

The marital bed. I imagine I would feel so small and weak compared to him, as I feel his weight on myself, as his muscular arms wrap around my body. He kisses me, his bushy moustache gently scratching my face as I return the kiss with passion, and his hairy chest pushes against me. He's made me his, only his, and our evenings in common are exhilarating. I finally feel at peace with my body, loved and taken by a man as only a woman can be... How beautiful is the contrast between masculinity and femininity - between his strenght and my gentleness, his rough body and my smooth skin, his size and my petiteness... And of course, between the new me and how I used to be. I feel so happy as we lay in bed, embracing, slowly falling asleep in one another's arms...

The household. A light summer breeze flows in as he opens the door, the draft whirling my flowery dress through the air. My heart jumps with joy when I realize my husband has come from work, and I put away the watering can to greet him with a kiss. He has to bend forward, I have to stand on my toes. I've been watering the flowers I had rearranged around the kitchen, and can't help but think whether he will notice. Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't - what caught his attention right away was the enticing smell of a warm dinner, just ready to be served...

The society. We dress up for the occassion, whether it's going to a party at a neighbor's house, or attending mass at church. I don't merely love picking my dress of the day, making sure to dress with a sense of modest sophistication and elegance, I love helping my husband get into his suit. I love when he dresses smartly: his masculine body always looks so good in a nice vintage suit and a white shirt I perfectly ironed just for him. Everyone who sees us can't help but notice how happy we are as a couple, our irradiating confidence at each one's masculinity and femininity, respectively. They don't know of my past - nobody does. He has made sure I am a woman now, and nobody has any idea that it could have ever been any different. Afterall, why would they suspect there's anything different about me, the wife of such a masculine, traditionalist, believing man?

He has made sure of a lot, too. When I imagine how I used to be, trapped in a male body and a male social life, desperate to become the woman I was always inside, desperate to find a right-wing, traditionalist man who would accept me as his wife, even though I knew it would be difficult... If I could ever get enough courage to get over my fears and doubts, to be able to tell my family about who I was always supposed to be and who I will become, and I thought I would never be that confident.

But he appeared in my life, and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I was afraid to accept it, because he was quite clear - if I say yes for the first time, everything will be set to happen, perhaps faster than I was able to imagine. And it did - the big move to live with him, the first time he drove me to get my hormonal therapy, the reassignment surgery he arranged for me... Our wedding. It all happened in such a whirlwhind that I wouldn't be able to look back, even if I wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted this.
__________________________

Well, this is my dream - at least it remains one for now. Whether or not it can become my reality, I would enjoy talking to you: perhaps you're just such a kind of traditionalist man who can't help but desire a feminine, trans housewife. I'll be happy to see your message! Preferably a little more detailed than just a 'hi'; tell me who you are, where are you from, and what do you think about this dream of mine.