New dress.

Here I am in my new dress for church! Now if I were 3 or 4 inches taller, it would be perfect. As it is, it just sweeps the floor. So when I approach the sanctuary, I will have to lift the hem a few inches so the ushers may inspect and see that I have pantyhose on. No bare legs are allowed in church! The ushers are responsible for enforcing the rules. Many times they have directed visiting ladies that they must run down the street to Target to purchase some pantyhose before they will be allowed in to the service.

I do love this dress! I also wear a tight pantygirdle over my pantyhose as well, so i can tighten the belt all the way in. - Deborah (formerly Max), pastor David’s wife.

Deborah and Elizabeth.

Did you know I am a twin? Yes! Here I am (Deborah - formerly Max - on left) with my twin Elizabeth (formerly Edward). We are both happy pastors' wives now, and they are SO strict with us! It is just what we need, firm discipline.  We so enjoy attending each other’s church when we can! Our husbands like it when we wear these dresses. They have us stand up in the congregation as an example of proper hem length. Skirts and dresses may be no higher than this! The knees must not show! Sometimes they have us lift our dresses to show what is underneath - for education purposes, of course. We show that we have on proper pantyhose, pantygirdles, and full petticoat slips!

From sinful guy to pastor's wife.

I was a very sinful, dirty, unbridled young guy who did not believe in God and always insulted the believers. Naturally, I was close to the top of Rebecca Brown's list of sinful guys to regress into virtuous Christian ladies.
I was kidnapped and moved in Paradise town. Before I could  fight back, the telepaths invaded my mind and began to scrub it clean. All the knowledge of a sinful male life was tossed right out, and along with it went my surly personality. Rebecca had a brand sparkling new one to give me! She transformed my body into fully female and filled my head up with thoughts of skirts, dresses and pantyhose. And made me a devout girl, with unquestioning faith in Christianity. The former sinful guy was now going to spend her mornings sitting in a pew at church, and her afternoons teaching Sunday School! I became a pastor's wife and a mother! And every night, I'd pray and pray and pray some more, in the hopes that Rebecca Brown would succeed in her mission to turn each and every sinful boy into a virtuous Christian lady!

I'd be leading as a woman...

"Aw, honey, you look gorgeous! The guys are going to be all over you tonight!" Mom exclaimed as she looked me over while I stook there awkwardly in the back yard.

 "Do I really have to go through with this?" I asked in a whiny, girly voice while fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Of course you do, dear! Pastor Jeff turned you into a woman precisely because we needed to even out the number of men and women at the church's mixer, and we need you to keep those numbers even!" Mom exclaimed.

'But why do the numbers have to be even? I mean, is it really so horrible if not everybody gets matched up and some of us have to date outside the church?" I asked.

"Yes it is!" Mom shot back without hesitation, "And it's thinking like that that led to your being one of the 'ladies' at this little shindig, I'll point out. What you need is a good man to take care of you and make sure you don't stray from the faith!"

"But I don't want a man to take care of me," I groaned

"I said need, dear, not want," Mom pointed out, "But don't you worry that pretty little head of yours about that. You're all woman now, including your.... preferences, we'll say, for mates. Trust me, when one of the church's strapping young bachelor's takes you under his wing, you will forget all about ever having been a guy yourself!"

I didn't want to forget about ever having been a guy, but I knew Mom was right. The truth of the matter was I didn't really feel like a guy anymore, and obviously wan't doing so good at fighting my newfound femininity. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was dating some guy from church. I'd almost certainly marry that guy, and become a housewife and the mother of his children. I will never put on pants again. I will wear only dresses and skirts with pantyhose like all ladies in our church. And on a superficial level at least, I was pretty sure I'd be happy with that life.
I also knew that I was forced to feel that way, that on some level it was all a lie. But there was nothing I could do about that. All I really could do was try to forget about my former life, and make peace with the new life I'd be leading as a woman...