I sobbed, "I had a wonderful time. I don't want it to end."
"Why would it end?"
My sniffles subsided. "I like being Amy. I like the feel of my feminine figure, wearing silky panties, the swish of my nylons as I walk, he feel of my breasts, and the way I look after applying makeup. I would look horrid as a man. I don't remember how to act as one. I want to be a woman. I don't want to return to be being a man."
"Why would you go back to being a mab?" he whispered giving my ear a tiny nip. "I want you to stay as Amy, you want to stay as Amy, everyone knows you as Amy. What's the problem?"
I'm osing my real identity to this charade," I sniffled.
He cuppoed my breasts. He kissed my next. "This is your real identity now. Forget your previous life."
"Wouldn't that be wrong?"
"Why?" he gently blew in my right ear.
"It just is..." I half heartedly answered, "But I want..."
"What do you want, Amy?" he kissed my cheek.
"I love you, Mike. I want to always be Amy and your wife!" I confessed.
He brought his lips to mine. I didn't resist as his kiss intensified. He broke the kiss. "I love you Amy. be my wife for real, darling."