My Feminization Part 2

After the old man screwed me, I didn't want to be a man again. All I thought about was the pleasure I felt, but I didn't want to disappoint my family who were very close-knit. So I kept on pretending to be a real man like my family and when we went on trips some days and Saturdays I would stay over and sleep, it was all so slutty. A year later I couldn't take it anymore and told the old man I wanted to move in with him and be his wife, but he had to help me. He said there was no problem, grabbed a company from abroad with the excuse that my skills were superior and they wanted to take me away where I would get paid well. But the old man on the next day's trip told me it was serious, they would do laser surgery and depilation and I would see a doctor to double the dose of feminization, at home everyone was happy I was leaving, even bought me a purse so if I wanted women's clothes I could put them together like that. One day before I said I was going to have a farewell party but it was an excuse, I was going to fuck with the old man when I got there, get dressed and made up and we would eat dinner together. After dinner the old man gave me a sign and I understood and started sucking his cock and as always brought out his first load. Then he took me to the room and started screwing me, I don't know how long or in what positions we did it but I knew his cum was coming out of me and I wanted to be a woman, not sure if that was his wife but he had discovered my inner self and would always be grateful for him. The next day I went home with a swollen booty and a bit sore, told him I had fallen down, ate my last meal and left for the airport, as they came to pick me up, there was my old beautiful man or rather his cock that's what I wanted. We stayed together all the time, then after about 3 editions he said he would buy whatever I wanted, at least 6 models and one elegant one. While enjoying my life as a woman, I talked to my family telling them how well I was doing. I was at work then after a month the old man told me if I wanted to castrate me since I didn't serve for anything and I accepted it for him. The months passed, we lived a long time in Uruguay and on Christmas Eve I told all my family that I was a transvestite and went to become a woman not because of work there my family said everything bad about me, treated me badly, but the old man who made me a woman or contained it was still there and even though I already had a health problem and couldn't always go out without something being behind me. It would continue with 3 new changes in my life, the acceptance of some part of my family.