Prayer Group Tale
A Short Story for BJ
By Maryanne Peter

I was one of those sinners who had real doubts about Christian Feminization. I knew that my desire to have sex with other men was wrong, but it seemed to me that cutting away part of my body was going too far to fix that. I was counselled to attend a prayer meeting of feminized Christians. The expected dress was “feminine, conservative and comfortable”. Although I was not a crossdresser, I did my best to meet expectations.

I wore pants, because I was not quite that ready for a dress, but they were white and billowing as was my neck to wrist silk blouse in cobalt blue. I washed my hair and did my best to create a pixie cut look, and I added a little makeup, as best I could.

As I explained to the convenor, I wanted to see if this was right for me. She was only too happy to allow me in, as a potential soul to be saved from damnation.

I walked into the room at the back of church where bible study and prayer groups regularly met, and there were about ten ladies present – all ladies who had once been men. They introduced themselves to me, and welcomed me in Christ, with embraces and kisses on the cheek. I already felt that I could be one of them, although they all seemed to be so completely female as opposed to me – a man in a costume.

Most were fairly young, around my age, but the clear convenor was an older woman, with just enough dyed red hair set in curls, and a kindly face. It was her job to open the meeting with a prayer of welcome and to ask the Lord to bless us all and give us voices of His wisdom.

She then opened with what was a sort of Christian Feminization credo – the bible speaks of the creation of the first human without assigning sex or gender. Only when he created woman did the distinction arise. Before that there was only one sex, one gender. The passage was Genesis 2:23, and this was confirmed by Saint Paul - “There is no male and female, for you are all one in Jesus Christ” - Galatians 3:28

“Scripture condemns homosexuality but allows us to realign ourselves to seek love with men as women,” she said. “Such a love is pure, even without procreation. The Bible talks of companionship and the need to make sexual activity lawful in His eyes.”

If I had any doubt about it, her words and the echoes of it that followed, confirmed that the course of Christian Feminization is good and in keeping with my faith. My concerns were purely physical – the pain of transformation and the doubt as to my future sexual ability and appearance.

One of the ladies was especially pretty. Her chosen name was Naomi, and she was young – I would guess close to twenty years old. It was clear to everybody that she was eager to tell a story, so after the initial prayer and contemplation, she was invited to speak … and a dam broke.

“I am newly married,” she said. “I want to tell you all about my wedding night. I have to explain that before my transition I was a very sinful young man – a boy really, a horrible slutty boy. I discovered sex way too early, and I was always jacking myself off. I used to love my cock. If I didn’t have my hand around it I was thinking about that. I could feel it stirring in my pants and sometimes in school I would reach down to stroke the lump. I loved other cocks too. I suppose that I was always attracted to men, but I also realized that boys were more ready to have sex than girls. Once I learned who was gay like me, all of us wanted to fuck like crazy, and we did. I would enter others and I would bend over or lie back and take it from others. It just seemed like a life of physical joy.”

“But every Sunday I would have to face God. I was raised properly – I was always a believer. I told myself that it was only Sunday morning that I needed to live with the shame of sin, but of course we all know that the Lord sees all, and frowns. The life of physical joy is temporary – the life hereafter is forever. How could I ever expect to find eternity in the arms of Christ?”

“So, I came to Christian Feminization. The way I saw it was that it was like entering a nunnery. I was to become a bride of Christ, who surely is the only man truly worthy of worship. I know this sounds sinful but, in my testosterone-drenched nights I even imagined Christ entering my mortal butthole, there face to face. He, a shining golden God, was fucking me all the way to heaven. I woke up in a sticky mess and I understood that I needed to lose my penis and be a proper bride.”

“So with the help of many of you here, and so many others, and through prayer and faith, I cast my penis into the flames and accepted my brand new vagina. So many of you know the pain that is involved, but it is a small price to pay for doing God’s work. For all those here who have yet to be blessed with female form, let me tell you it is worth every wince.”

“I had assumed the loss of my testicles would destroy my sex drive. I guess that I had already accepted that as a bride of Christ I would keep myself only for Him, and that my new vagina would be kept open and ready for Him alone, but I was wrong – desire is not driven by balls alone. The desire for love exists within all of us, and in my case, it seemed to gain strength as I grew into the feminine role.”

“So, as some of you know, our collective will normally suggest some suitable men who might husband me, and they chose Charles Magee. Charles has a bit of a problem with his weight, but I will just say that he is a man with appetites … a man who really can’t get enough of what he finds tasty. He is also a bit needy in other ways so he really needs a wife who will just be a wife – no need for a family. He would be my focus of attention and care. When I first met him, I hardly noticed his belly, I just liked that look in his eye and his smile – the smile of a man who loved life, and liked what he saw in me.”

“In our private moment he told me that he had advised the Christian Feminization Academy that he was ready to take on one of theirs who had ‘sexual experience and inclinations” that he put that before any adverse history. He really didn’t need to say much. I could see that he was a quivering ball of lust, which is just what I needed. I was ready to abandon any thoughts of a celibate life right there, and take this man on … or rather, get on this man – he would crush me like a bug to be underneath!”

“Ladies, before I say more I should confess that my kind of celibacy had been just of the relationship side. Straight after my surgery I had learned about how to dilate my new vagina and about the preservation of nerve endings in the hooded nubbin that served as my clitoris. From the moment I discovered that I abandoned using anal stimulation tools and purchased a whole new range of dilators. There is no word in scripture of any sin of female masturbation – am I right? If I am wrong, I pray for forgiveness, and will seek it daily.”

“Charles said, with some sadness I think, that he assumed that I would want to forbear from intimacy until after the wedding ceremony and I agreed, but let him know that I was not one prepared to wait a long time. Having decided that I was going to return to a life where sex was important, I was not ready to wait. It would need to be a short engagement. Anyway, he proposed and I accepted, and I counted down the days to my wedding day, or more accurately, my wedding night.”

“Honestly, I found the wait unbearable. Perhaps all brides do? I was aching to get back into it. Perhaps I should be ashamed to say that, but for me it was now to be sex without sin, between a man and a woman within the bounds of holy matrimony. Still my hunger did seem a little savage in nature. I know that vanity is a sin, but it is part of the human condition and I am sure that it played a part. I know that I am attractive, and I like to take care of myself. I work on staying slim and I keep my hair looking as good as possible. I know my best features and how makeup works to enhance them. When I walk down the street I can turn heads. It feels good. It is very good for my self-confidence. I am sure that most of you know what I am talking about. All the women in this room look fabulous!”

“Anyway, I took extra effort on my wedding day. I wanted Charles to ache to enter me, I wore my hair down and a dress that showed off my new titties and was tight around my feminized figure. I wore a special perfume in my panties that was said to imitate female pheromones, if you know what they are. God has created all kinds of interesting chemistry His miracles to perform.”

“I looked into Charles’ eyes and said - “I do” and then looked at his crotch. I swear I could see something trying to jump out of his boxers. When he was invited to kiss me, I shot my tongue between his lips to let him know that all my doors were open.”

“People say that brides remember their wedding days as a highlight, but to be honest I wanted it to be over sooner. If Charles had propped me up against the wedding cake and taken me then and there in front of everybody. I would have laid back an buried my hair in the frosting. I think that he was feeling the same too. We shared some glances and we knew we were both as needy as one another. But you have to meet your obligations to guests, although I am not sure why. The main advantage was that we had the bridal suite in the same hotel where the wedding reception had taken place, so when the opportunity arose, we asked for an announcement that we were leaving, and we positively ran to the elevator.”

“Alone in that small space we kissed as if crazed. It was like the starter’s pistol had gone off and we racing to throw our bodies together. He fumbled with my zipper and I gasped, but it was kind of cute to think of his chubby fingers shaking with desire. When he had the dress down he dropped to his knees and held my naked butt to his face and cried out “Thank you Jesus” so loudly that I thought everybody in the hotel would hear. I turn around so that he could bury his nose in my muff. He looked up at me like a child loving his mother, and I smiled. Honestly, ladies, I have never seen such happiness. Surely that is God’s greatest on women – to feel for a moment what true adoration is like, and then be able to reward it.”

“He said that I was more of a woman than anybody he had ever encountered, which is nice to hear, I guess. For me, I don’t like to be reminded that I was ever anything else.”

I then set about undressing him, which is no small feat because there is a lot of him. He was shaking with joy, and muttering more prayers of thanks. The hard part was getting his voluminous boxers down past a penis already erect. I had a feeling that I would need to move fast to get maximum joy out of that, the first hot flesh to get inside my well reamed and lubricated vagina. I simply smiled in a lascivious way – I like that word, lascivious – it makes the mouth wet to say it. I playfully pushed him back onto the bed.”

“There he was, a mountain of a man with an impressive prong to climb on to. Ladies, to my shame I have seen a lot of cocks, and I spent my teenage years with at least one in my hand – the one I had myself. But this cock was special. Those of you who are married may know – this cock was mine. My husband had sworn before God that it was only for me. I will hold him to that oath, in the name of God.”

I was determined to let our first sex be his pleasure. It had been a big day and a wife needs to recognize when a man should simply lie back and let his wife pleasure him. I licked his knob just once to set him shaking all over again. I think I said something sexy, but honestly, I can’t remember what it was. I wriggled on to him and placed my entrance on his tip, before slowly dropping down on to him, his shaft red hot against the walls of my vagina. It was nothing like plastic. It was not just the heat of it, but the knowledge that this was flesh on flesh, the way God intended love to be, now possible through surgery – the gift of knowledge and skill.

I was fully expecting him to come early, given his level of excitement, but to my joy he proved to be a man of longevity – a man whose body responds to mine when, after a few minutes of grinding down onto him while he cupped my breasts and stared at me lovingly, the fever of my own orgasm rose. The heat set him off and I felt his penis convulse and his seed squirt into me. Oh, the joy of creation!”

“For a person who thought they knew a thing or two about sex, my first experience of true sex as a woman was a divine revelation. Honestly, it is a gift from God! He has given us the joy of knowing that we live in His love and that we will be with him in heaven one day, but while we are on Earth he has given us the joy of orgasm. And what ecstasy it is! But to receive it seems so much purer than a man spurting fluid into another person. Surely to receive that life giving fluid from your very own partner in Christ is a kind of holy communion – it can even be taken by mouth. Orgasm - surely in that moment of joy we are at one with the Lord?”

I was so entranced by Naomi’s tale that the room seemed to have disappeared, when suddenly somebody shouted out – “Hallelujah!”

Then there was a chorus of it - “Hallelujah!” and I shouted it to - “Hallelujah!” although it seemed as if mine was the only male voice to do it. Suddenly I needed to be a part of this. I needed to be one of them and to gain that access to God.

Sex as a man now seemed tawdry and even animalistic. But to receive communion? To commune directly with God himself? How could I be concerned about my own anatomy?

“Sisters, we are blest,” said Naomi. She bowed her head and added – “Let us pray – Lord, we thank you for life and for the companionship of women, of all origins, and we thank you for husbands who bring us joy, and most of all, Lord, we thank you for orgasms, when you allow us just that shortest moment in heaven, so that we may know your power and glory in the hereafter … Amen.”

Amen.

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