A pair of missionaries.

It all started when a pair of missionaries from Faith Christian Reformed church  showed up at our door. They were two girls. My neighbor Alex started berated the girls, just about reducing one of them to tears. I ended up having to intervene to get him to lay off and shoo the girls away.
I thought that would be the end of it,  when an older gentleman showed up at our door. This time it was me who answered the door. The man introduced himself as the "Missions pastor" for the two girls who Alex had shouted before, and asked if he could speak with us about the incident from the day before. But Alex began shouting again. The man took the abuse with a wry smile on his face, and waited until Alex was finished before saying his words.
When the man finally got a chance to speak, he explained that his mission was a bit undermanned, and he thought it might do Alex some good to gain a bit of empathy for the young girls he'd so rudely treated before. Next thing I knew, Alex seemed to transform before my eyes. His body transformed into female and his clothing changed to the modest skirt suit, blouse and white pantyhose. While Alex was still in shock, the man turned his attention to me and explained that missionaries always had to remain in pairs. The next thing I knew, I began transforming just as Alex had moments earlier: I had soft body of young woman with a full set of female genitals, my pants, t-short, socks, briefs and sneakers disappeared. I felt how the bra started hold my breasts, how panties tightly cuddled to my flatly crotch, how white pantyhose covered my hips and legs, how my feet were in black pumps with low heels and how the feminine flowered dress ended my attire. A few moments later, Alex and I together looked like a pair of virtuous Christian young ladies not dissimlar to the ones Alex had berated before. There were even menal chages to go along with the physical ones, including an aversion to alcohol and nicotine, a compulsion to dress modestly and femininely and to adhere to church teachings, and of course, and in-depth knowledge of the Holy Bible. I was Max and became "sister Deborah", Alex became "sister Sarah".
Since that fateful encounter with the missions pastor, "sister Sarah" and I have been working at missionaries. Gradually, we accepted our new life. We carried the word of God and ourselves sought to conform to biblical principles. In a year the Lord blessed us with husbands and gave us the joy of motherhood.

I thank the Lord for turning me into a woman and giving me the joy of motherhood and marriage!

"Yes my dear," said me my husband, "For 10 years you have come a long way from a sinful, impudent, dirty guy to a pious virtuous Christian lady. Now you are a true role model for all of women in our town. You are a perfect pastor's wife and a good mother. I'm glad that you took your transformation into a woman, not only as punishment, but as an opportunity to atone for your sins. Daily prayers and visits to church services brought your thoughts in line with your new female body. I'm happy that you take pleasure every night when you fulfil your wifely duties in our bedroom.
You right accepted the God's words that the women should not put on a man's apparel and no one saw you in pants! Only in modest feminine dresses and skirts. And without pantyhose, only I saw you and only in our bed, and only an obstetrician when you gave birth to our four children. Looking at you, our sons will choose their wives. And our daughters will become wives like you."

"O my beloved husband, I'm happy to hear it, and I thank the Lord for turning me into a woman and giving me the joy of motherhood and marriage!"

It will be the complete atonement of your former sins!

"Oh auntie, what did you do with me! You told about me to our neighbor Mr. Merx. Now he started blackmail me! He sends me e-mails, in wich calls me "my Babe", "my Princess", "my Sweetie" and threatens to say about me to all the inhabitants of your town!"

"Oh dear, and how he should to name you yet!" she smiled. "Look at yourself! Delicate cute young lady!"

"But, you made it with me! You forcibly feminized me! And moved me in this damn town!"

"I saved you from a sinful life in a big city! Remember yourself 1 year ago: a rude, impudent 18 year old boy who had only alcohol, whores and debauchery on his mind! The Lord told me that I can only save your soul by completely changing you. And this town is blessed by the Lord!"

"In fact of the matter! If the local hypocrites will know that I'm a guy, I will not have fared so well!"

"Well, dear, at first, right to say "I WAS a guy", at second if you will act yourself like a virtuous young lady should, none of the pious town dwellers will never doubt, you were borned as a female."

"You know, that last Sunday, the first time you took me to church, I had to sit on the back pew with Mr. Merx, since you went ahead and all the places near you were occupied. But you maybe don't know, why I asked you to give me a white blouse, a pleated skirt, conservative shoes on heels and nude pantyhose though I always resisted of wearing pantyhose and it was my first time when I put on them. He forced me! When he has seen me wear to church this clothes, he whispered me: "Dear, you look like a real godly young lady!" and sit with me. He said me: "Cross your ankles and listen to pastor." Oh auntie, during the service I noticed that he watchs on my ankles And I swear to you, I saw that he was excited!"

"Oh, you looked at the male crotch, and did not listen to the pastor! Though it says, that you started think as a woman. And you attracted by mature men like Mr. Merx. He was right. We must accelerate the process of your mental transformation. You need a strong, but virtuous mature man, who will take you further along the path of godly femininity. And the earthly goal of every virtuous Christian young lady is to be a wife and mother!"

"What?! You all knew! It's you who brought us together! And now you want me to become his wife!"

"Yes dear! Not only a wife, my dear, but also a mother. He is a widower and has a baby boy of 2 years. The boy needs a mother. And Mr. Merx needs a wife. I think when he will fill you with his seed every night, such embarrassment with him will not happen again and you will come to church only for the sake of prayer and gratitude to the Lord that He connected your hearts. But your correction is possible only in this way! This will be the complete atonement of your former sins! Yes, and about pantyhose, from this day you will wear them constantly. Firstly, they protect your female modesty, and secondly your future husband likes them  ... I'm sure soon you will become a real virtuous Christian lady!"