My life as a pastor's wife.

I couldn't help but smile as I sat on the stoop of the appartment building where I lived with my husband, David. Looking up and down the busy street, there were just so many people, so many souls that David could potentially save!

It was a rare opportunity, the one that had been afforded to David and me. Since the Church first came to the small town he and I called home, very few people had ever left. Actually, aside from David and me, none had left! With good reason, mind you. Once we became members of the Church, there wasn't anything out there that could possibly lure us away!
I still remember the stupid, lost man that I was before the pastor first came to town. I spent my days working whatever odd-jobs I could find and my evenings drinking away whatever little money I'd made alongside the town's other young men. We all had dreams of going "to the city" and finding real work and living real lives. But in the end, none of us actually did leave.
When the pastor came to town and opened up his church, only a few people went at first. It wasn't long, though, before those few who went the first time managed to convince everybody else in town to check the new church out. And for most of us who were there that second Sunday, we were hooked moments after the pastor launched into his sermon.
The pastor's church mandated that all who join be baptized anew, even if they'd been baptized beforehand. Most of the baptisms were unremarkable, but a few, like my own, came with unexpectant changes. There was a slight majority of men in the town before the pastor came, but after being baptized enough men miraculously became woment to balance that all out!
I found my new gender strange at first, but quickly accepted it as the price of my salvation. I fully accepted with strict dress code for women in our Church: always wear dresses and skirts, always with pantyhose, even at home. I was paired up with David, a formerly military, a big, strong man 10 years older than me who seemed to develop quite the zeal for his new faith. He soon began training under the pastor and became a sort of apprentice to the man. And as David's girlfriend, and eventually wife, I found myself being drawn into things like the church's women's bible studies and bake sales and those sorts of things.
Then, recently, the pastor told David of a new calling he felt it was time for him to endeavor upon. Apparently David was to travel to the big city, along with me, and the two of us were to set up a new congregation there. It was an exciting opportunity, if also a frightening one.
' The city, with its size and diversity of creeds, has been quite the adjustment for David and me both. Just the same, though, David managed to rent a small space where we held our first few Sunday services, and just as it had in our home town, it has managed to boom quite impressively. In fact, I spent much of today looking into larger spaces we might rent using the income from all the tithes that are now coming in!
We're hopeful that, given a year or two, we might even be able to bring most of the city into the fold. It's a lofty goal, for sure, but we've seen the wonderful things God wrought at home, and which are at work here. We have faith that the faith will spread here just as it did at home. And then, God willing, when the time comes, David may even be able to send others out to start new congregations just as the pastor back home spent David.

As for me, I'm honored to be a pastor's wife and to help my husband where I can in his ministry, and am eternally grateful to the pastor for giving me the opportunity to get to be David's wife and fellow-worker in his ministry! Our children (we have two already) will grow the real religious persons like their parents.

You love being a woman.

"Fuck! Dave owes me, like, a million bucks for doing this for him!" I thought as I looked down at my very-female-body while waiting for my friend to show up so he could take me to church with him.
It was still hard to believe that the situation I found myself in was actually real. I mean, the fact that Dave's parents would require that he be married in order for him to become a partner in the family business was already not the sort of thing one expects to happen in real life. That, though, was still downright reasonable compared to the method Dave decided to go about aquiring a wife....
I supposed that Dave's family had money, and that money grants one access to things that other people might not even know exist. But this? That the technology even existed that enabled a normal man to be transformed into a fully-functioning woman was absolutely incredible! And that Dave would want to use it to transform me, his best friend, into a fiancee he could use to fool his parents was just as crazy!
I mean, I suppose I didn't have to go along with it. But Dave offered me a LOT of money, and all I really had to do was become a woman for a few months and play the part of his loving fiancee. Once his parents signed over his share in the business, I would "dump" him and Dave would get me turned back and give me the money we'd agreed upon.
As I waited for Dave to bring me to church, where I would be introduced to his parents, I began to get cold feet. I mean, I didn't know the first thing about being a woman! But it was too late to back out. I had no choice but to go along with the plan and hope for the best!
What I didn't know at the time was that Dave's parents suspected he might try to pull just that sort of trick, and so had been keeping on eye on him and knew everything! And they had their own plan on how to get their son married! When I "met" Dave's parents at church, his mom immediately hugged me. As she did so, I felt a sting in my back as she injected something into me!
"You love being a woman," Dave's mom whispered in my ear, "You love wearing dresses and pantyhose. You never wear pants. You attend the Church every Sunday. You pray to God every day. You want to be a virtuous Christian lady. You love Dave with all your heart. You want to marry him and give him lots and lots of beautiful children!"
No sooner had she spoken the words than I immeditely realized that everything she'd just said was true! In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be a loving and dutiful wife for Dave, and to get pregnant by him as quickly as possible! I knew that my sudden "urges" had to do with whatever Dave's mom had injected into me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Whatever the cause, the feelings I was feeling were very real, what I really wanted! I just hoped that, when I told Dave how I felt, he would be ammenable to a change in our plan....

God, how did I allow it to come to this?

"God, how did I allow it to come to this?" I groaned as I looked down at the very feminine form I now inhabitied.
"Of course, I knew very well how I'd "allowed it to come to that." It all started a few weeks earlier. Back then, I was still a regular 20 years old guy named Max. Like a lot of young men, I'd been depressed for some time. I just... wasn't happy.
I was feeling borderline suicidal, and decided that I needed to try to find something else in my life to cheer me up. That's what led me to experimenting with religion. I visiting a number of local churches before I ended up walking into the small chapel on the outskirts of town. When I did, I was immediately greeted by a young man, who introduced himself as the pastor of the congregation.
I don't know what prompted me to do so, but I soon found myself telling the man, well, everything. I told him all about myself and how I was feeling and all that. Through it all, the man just nodded and prompted me along in my ramblings. When it was over, the pastor smiled and told me that he knew exactly what I needed to be happy.
I thought the pastor was going to say "Jesus" or something like that, but instead he shocked me by saying that what I needed was "a real man". Once he uttered the words, I doubled over in pain as my body twisted and contorted into the form of a woman in her later thirties! And I wore the skirt and pantyhose instead the pants!
Once the transformation had run its course, the pastor waved over a man. He introduced me to the man as "Deborah" and explained that he was a widower and that I was to assume to role of his wife and the mother of his two young sons. The man, whose name was David, seemed rather pleased by the arrangement, and I was in too much shock to protest. I found myself sitting with the man and his sons during the pastor's sermon, and going home with them after church was over. That night I already slept with David in one bed and took his seed inside me.
All that was over a month ago, and since then I've grown... comfortable in my new life as a wife and mother. I can honestly say that I'm not depressed anymore, and actually fairly happy with my new lot in life. Still, the shock of my sudden change from 20 years old guy to grown 37 years old woman hasn't entirely faded, and I still find myself occassionally marveling at the fact that I really am a woman, and will be one forever! Just now I should try to become a virtuous Christian lady, always wear modest skirts and pantyhose, to love and obey Jesus and my husband, to love MY beautiful sons! (I hope the Lord blessed me and David's seed will grow in my belly and become our daughter.)