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Best investment ever (Patreon)

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2025-09-15 05:00:06
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Hello Friends

So we have met Mrs Morne and her Bergman Boy Daniel,but it would see she has ben keeping secrets from her boring husband.

One of which is her beloved Bergman boy.

Be naughty

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Andy

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Lee

I guess the husband is still good for something.

Ericka

(Sorry I've been away for a while, work and life.) I look into the eyes of my darling nephew, well now niece I supposed. What was it 4 years ago when my nephew on my "husband's" side showed up in the middle of the night knocking on the door of my townhome. He was only 17 at the time. Many truths were revealed that night. First, my marriage to my "husband" was for show only. We had gotten married in the 90s, both being good friends and the fact neither found attraction to the opposite gender, made the marriage easier. We were both heads of major companies, and if word at the time was out it would each other's businesses. Second, Daneil was wearing at the time an A-frame dress pearls and Mary Kattes. Third my brother and sister-in-law just disowned their own child for being different. Oh, and my 3-month partner had some choice options that abruptly ended the relationship, that bitch. (Daniel still blames herself for that.) I got her settled into the guess bedroom and something to wear, she had nothing but the clothes on her back and I wasn't ready to have the discussion of how she got the house, fear the worst-case scenario. I had forgotten that the room was more for show and role play, which would come back to bite me in the coming days. This was because I was in the final steps of purchasing the services of B&K personal assistant. For bed lavender silk sheets but with same color latex pillowcases. Then there was the stuffy. It was a fox in a leather body suit and removable mask. The room was still dark because the special lamps I had ordered were delayed, thank the stars. I picked a simple floor length night gown that was silky and midnight black. Once she was settled into bed, that's when I noticed the fox. Before I could reach for it, Daniel immediately grabbed it as she fell asleep as if needing something to hold. I wanted to take it but watching her sleep instantly made me want to protect her. I first called Walter, Daniel's uncle, told him what happened, and he agreed that Daniel would be my warred under the law after his suits were done. The second was to B&K, I thought it would be a voice mail, but it turns out they people 24 hrs. I called first to cancel then a notion came across me. I picked up the Boy(?) pamphlet. They offer classes on grooming, make up, fashion, hair, posture, speech. Everything for one to help transition and including trade skill work. Once the legal paperwork was in place we could start. Then I inquired about the part time jobs for her. This was to help keep her mildly busy. And to help her grow. Next came the real call. B&K "Human Resources", I had a vague inkling of what they do but nothing else, but I knew that when I made this call it would be final. I told them what had happened, and they informed me someone would speak to me in 8 hours. 6 minutes later "she" called personally, I told her that I am calling in my chip on those that hurt my nephew. I explained what happened. "She" asked for the details about them and what they called her after that I was assured it would be handled. The next morning after breakfast, I picked out a simple outfit, soft pink blouse and black latex pants with soft black flats. We then drove to B&K to get her wardrobe and the necessaries. I took a three-day holiday from work. I held her hand for when they pierced her ears. I got to see her face light up with the touch of the make-up, which even made my chest a little warm to be honest. We found her foundation, her choice in lipstick, and perfume. Then came the clothes. That was a show. She was a little hesitant at first. But with a nod from me she went to. Pants, dresses, skirts and blouses. The problem came when I suggested a swimsuit. That's when I noticed her looking down. "Daneil, you, young lady, have nothing to be ashamed of. This is the 21st century. You are a girl to me and every other woman in this shop. Now pick out a swimsuit and try it on." I knew then I had an uphill battle. But fortunately, I planned ahead. The following day I was informed that Daniel's parents work sent to a training program. I could almost picture it, super fem "sissys" one second and then once next to their target they act like commandos in cute hot pink latex dresses putting bags and zip ties on their targets. I bit my lip at that thought. Then I received a call from my solicitor that I was make guardian of Daniel and that I can enroll "him" in school locally. I called B&K to notify them that she was ready. I hugged her and told her what this would mean and how it will help her. Then she asked about all the items under the bed and why there were chains and handcuffs. After two weeks in we had our first toe the line issue. She was being a typical teenager and was leaving a mess in the house. So, I had her start cleaning and to help enforce this I bought a hot pink latex maid uniform for her. She complained but still went with it. I think she secretly wanted it. I informed her that when she does her duties as a maid, she is to call me Mrs. Morne. She seemed to get a little giddy at that. Later we had our first doctor's visit to get her started. I was nervous as can be. It was a huge step. We got her on the medication and appointments with specialists to make sure everything was what she wanted. It was quite the investment, but well worth it. Then it happened. For her 18th birthday I paid for her facial feminization surgery. Six months of healing, but she looked radiant. She was in her maid uniform cleaning after coming home from school, and I had come home early. She was leaning over to clean and for the first time I notice the shape of her. I told her she was developing nicely. When she turned her head to look at me, her blushing face and sparkling eyes captivated me. "Really Mrs. Morne?" she asked in her new voice with a slight French accent. That made me tremble a little. What happened next was worse. "How does it feel, do you think it's like the other girls'?" At that she stood up and placed my hand on her. I froze unable to do anything but look at her with desire. She opened her mouth to say something but instead I kissed her. I kissed her passionately, one hand on her bum, one the back of her head. Then I felt her hands on my hips. I felt her growing breasts pressed against me. The kiss broke for only a moment but that was all that was needed. "Take Mrs. Morne, make me feel like a woman." And I did. That was the start of us. After graduation she had one final surgery. And I can say we don't miss them. Oh, she still has that but not the other two. After her quick recovery, I got her to start shadowing me at work. I wanted her to start learning the business and to understand fully what it is I do. Plus having her around more often is very convenient. At the office I would have her refer to me as Mrs. Morne. This was our private thrill and way of turning me on all day. Remember how I mentioned the guess bedroom. Well, it is now being used for its intended purpose. She loves being shackled down as I take control. At the two-year anniversary of her coming into my life she took me out to the new Mediterranean in town. She was stunning, she wore a red spaghetti strap latex dress, black Louis Paton heels and light perfume. She had me meet her there to stun me. That night I could hardly focus on my meal because I knew what dessert was going to be and I was eager to enjoy every bite. I decided I'm planning on borrowing Walter's Villa next month for the two of us. I'm sure he won't mind.