My life as Bianca was rapidly progressing to the point of my never being a man again. My stepmother had reported that I as a man was abducted by a few men. The Columbian police had searched for six months, and they had called off the search. It helped that the captain was a family member, who was clued to the fact that I was in the process of becoming a woman. He made sure he had the necessary paperwork to get a new identification and a new birth certificate for me.
My stepmother and grandmother both made me into a beautiful young woman. They had arranged for a surgeon to give me a set of breast implants and hip implants to get a full-figure body shape. I now had the measurements of thirty-eight, Twenty-two, forty-three, and my skin had tanned to a nearly perfect, Carmel color. My actual hair was now to the middle of my back, and a curly mass of hair dyed the blackest black possible. The only thing that I had left of my manhood was a useless stump and shriveled-up balls.
I had grown so accustomed to being in a very feminine manner of dress. I was always in a pair of sky-high heels, and either a skirt or dress. Even if I was in a woman’s pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I was never without heels on. I also had been given the family heirloom engagement ring. It was a two-carat diamond and sapphire that was set in a handmade exquisite gold setting.
Then one day, my stepmother had my grandmother take me to a bridal salon to get a wedding gown. We arrived at the salon at 10:30 am, and I was led to a very large dressing room. My stepmother had told me that the cost of the dress was to be at least 7,000 US dollars. I found a pearl-encrusted ball gown that had a chapel-length train. The back of the gown was corseted to the middle of my back and had a row of three pearls as the buttons on the halter neck. My grandmother and I both fell in love with the way I looked in the dress. It was a 10,000 US dollar gown. My stepmother told us to get it. The veil and shoes were another 1,500 dollars in addition to the dress.
