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Joyce by Karen Elizabeth L. (Karentv720) My family and I had just moved to Norville now that I had finished college. I figured that with top grades from a very good Engineering school I'd be swamped with job offers. At least that's what I thought! In reality I had been out of school for almost a year and although I had many interviews in that time I had not had a single offer of a job! Now however I felt that luck would finally be on my side. Dad had a friend who ran one of the top Engineering firms in the country. It was a small, family owned business but it was nationally recognized for its work. Dad had mentioned me to his friend and I was asked to come in for an interview. The interview lasted for almost an hour with the owner, Mr. Jacobs, asking me about courses I had taken and other Engineering questions. At the end Mr. Jacobs told me that he was extremely impressed with my qualifications and that he would be in touch with me. I felt certain that I would have a job in the very near future. Later that afternoon mom said that Mr. Jacobs had called and asked if our families could meet for dinner. "This is it," I thought, "finally some good luck." At dinner that evening I was introduced to Mr. Jacobs' wife and daughter Cindy. Cindy was quite good looking and we seemed to hit it off well. We got to know each other while our parents got around to discussing me. "Jeff," he said, "I was telling your parents here that I was so impressed with you that I'd like to offer you an entry position with my company." I was grinning ear to ear and about to thank him profusely when he spoke again. "I'd like to," Mr. Jacobs said, "but I'm afraid I can't. According to government standards I don't have enough women engineers and I'll have to hire a woman for this position. I hope you understand." I didn't understand and told him so. "That doesn't make sense, you say I'm the most qualified but I can't have because I'm a guy? What kind of rule is that?" "Not a very good one," said Mr. Jacobs, "so far, I haven't had many women apply for the job and none were nearly as good as you!" Mom looked at me for a moment before speaking. "Jeff," she said looking at me in a strange way. "If you want this job badly enough there is a way you could have it." "Sure mom," I laughed, "all I have to do is become a girl and the job's mine." "That's right, Jeff," dad said quite slowly, "that's really all you have to do! It's up to you to decide on how badly you want the job!" "You're joking, right," I said getting up to leave, "well if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving. I don't appreciate joking about this!" Mr. Jacobs rose to stop me. "It's no joke Jeff," he said, "I've talked it over with your parents and they decided we should approach you with the idea. It would only be for a few months, I expect that after the upcoming election these quotas will be dropped. But it's your career and your life." "Jeff," said mom, "Mr. Jacobs needs you and will hire you. All you must do is decide if $35,000 to start is worth it." Well, no other job I interviewed for had come close to $35,000 so I was intrigued to say the least. "Okay, I'm hooked! What do I do to get that pay?" Mr. Jacobs looked me right in the eye and coolly said, "you have to be a woman! The government tells me I need a woman but I say I need you. If you were a woman it would solve both of our problems!" I couldn't believe it, I was being offered a high paying job and all I had to do was to be a girl? I was new in this town and no one really knew me, the pay was much higher than any other job I interviewed for. How hard could it be to pretend I was a girl for a few months? Anyway it always seemed to me that girls had it much easier than guys did! "So," I asked, "what do I have to do now, show up in a dress and the job's mine?" "Not quite Jeff," said dad, "if you accept this job you'll go to work as a woman and that's how everyone will know you. Do you think you can manage such a thing? Mom will give you all the help you need and no one but us will never know" "Sure," I laughed, "after all, it's gotta be easier than being a guy, right? I made through engineering school, this should be a breeze!" According to Mr. Jacobs the job would be available in a month. I was to use that time to submit a new resume and practice being a girl. He guaranteed me that no one would know the truth, it was a family owned company, his wife was in charge of personnel and Cindy was his secretary. As the Jacobs were leaving I asked Cindy if I could see her again. She smiled at me and said that since we'd be working together soon she was sure we'd be seeing a lot of each other! After everyone left I excused myself to get ready for bed. It had been a strange evening and I felt as I could use a good night sleep. Just after I went to my room mom knocked on my door. She handed me a pink, lace trimmed, nylon nightgown and a pair of her panties. "Put these on dear," she said to me, "you'll need to start getting used to these clothes!" I told her that I didn't see any rush, after all I had a month before I started my new job. Mom got very upset with me. "Get changed," she said tersely, "you accepted the job and by the time you start you're going to be a lovely young woman! Now put these clothes on and come downstairs when you're dressed. I want to see how much it's going to take!" She threw the nightgown and panties at me and went back downstairs. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled on the cotton panties. They were just a little tight but I managed to pull them up to my waist. They felt so different from my underwear, much lighter and softer! When I pulled the nightgown over my head and was thrilled at how soft and cool the nylon felt as it brushed against me! I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments and then brushed my hair into a style that gave me a slightly girlish look with bangs. Satisfied with how I looked I went downstairs to show my parents. "Nice try with your hair Jeff," dad said as he gave me the once over, "but you still look like a guy in his mothers nightgown!" "Sorry dad," I said, "this is the best I can do!" "Well first of all," mom said as she walked around examining me, "you'll need to take a shower and shave. That means everything, legs, underarms, chest, everything! Tomorrow we'll start making a young lady out of you!" I went back upstairs and began running water for my shower. I slipped out of my nightgown and panties and began to get cleaned up. I spotted a bottle of Nair hair remover on the ledge and after reading the directions applied it to my legs, arms, and chest. I picked up my razor and began to shave the few underarm hairs that I had. I was never very hairy so when I rinsed off I found that all the hair I had applied the Nair to was gone! I now had a smooth chest and arms. What really amazed I was that without any hair my legs looked very shapely! I found myself wondering how they'd look in a pair of nylons! After drying off I put my panties and nightgown back on. This time they felt so much nicer against my smooth skin! I went back to my room, climbed into bed and drifted off to a sound sleep. I was awakened the next day by the sound of mom's voice. "Wake up Joyce, you can't sleep all day!" I managed to open my eyes and look at the clock radio next to my bed. It was already 11:30. I hadn't realized how tired I was last night! As I stirred in bed I felt the nightgown brush against my legs and woke with a start! I reached my hand under the blanket and was momentarily surprised to feel the silky material of my nightgown! As I began to remember the events leading to my being dressed like this I heard mom calling again. "Good morning, Joyce," she said cheerfully. "You've slept long enough, time to get on with the day! Come downstairs for breakfast, I've got a few surprises for you later." "Morning mom," I replied rather groggily, "who's this Joyce you were talking to?" Mom looked at me and smiled, "I was talking to you, Joyce was the name of your twin sister. She died a few days after birth so dad and I decided to call you Joyce!" My head was still filled with cobwebs but I figured Joyce was as good a name as any! "Sure mom," I said, "Joyce sound as good as anything else." We went downstairs to breakfast and dad greeted me with a cheerful, "Good morning Joyce!" I really can't say why I did it but I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Morning dad," I said, "luv ya!" Now I hadn't kissed dad in years. It just didn't seem to be right, you know? Dad seemed stunned. "What was that all about?" he asked. "Well," I replied innocently, "what's wrong with a good morning kiss for the sweetest guy in the whole world?" Mom laughed, "I think she'll make a wonderful girl." Dad looked at me and smiled. "She certainly will," he said, "and check out those great looking legs!" "Daddy, you're not supposed to be checking out my legs!" I said as I gave him a playful punch to the arm. "Mom, tell daddy to quit looking at my legs!" Mom smiled at me and said, "I never realized what nice looking legs you had Joyce. You better get used to men looking at them!" Without thinking I bent one leg and looked over my shoulder at it. "What do you think of them mom?" Dad laughed. "You've only been a girl since last night Joyce" he said, "and you've already concerned about how pretty your legs look! And yes dear, you do have pretty legs!" I bent over and kissed him again. I really never gave it a thought. It seemed so natural to kiss dad even though I hadn't kissed him since I was a kid! After breakfast I went back to my room to get dressed only to find that mom had set out an outfit for me! On my bed was a pair of white, nylon panties, a bra, a pair of pantyhose, a slip and a dress! "I didn't think you'd look very good in my clothes dear." Mom said. "So I did a little shopping before you got up! Get dressed as quickly as you can. We're going shopping for more outfits for my pretty daughter!" Mom left the room and I began to get dressed. I took off my nightgown and cotton panties and pulled on the panties mom had bought me. They felt great, so smooth and silky! I sat down and rolled the pantyhose up each leg just as I'd seen it done by women on commercials. Mom came in and hooked the bra. She rolled up a couple of pairs of stockings and put them in each cup. "There," said with a satisfied look, "that will look much better!" After that I pulled the slip over my head and reached for the dress. It was a cute dress, a light yellow color made of some silky fabric. After everything was on I looked at myself in my mirror and I had to admit it, I made quite an attractive woman! Just then mom walked into the room carrying a wig and a pair of women's shoes. "Put this on Joyce," she said, handing me the wig. "I think you'll look good with this hairstyle." The wig matched my hair color but was long enough to reach my shoulders in loose curls. When I got it on mom showed me how to brush it out and fasten the adhesive tabs to keep it in place. "Very pretty honey," mom said smiling, "you know you make a better girl than a guy!" "Thanks mom," I said as I gave her a great big hug, again something I hadn't done in years! "I sort of like the way I look, but I'm just not sure about all of this!" "Don't worry about it," she said, "it's not permanent. Now put on your shoes. I'll fix your make-up and we can go shopping!" As I slipped on the yellow, low heeled shoes mom gave me I found myself really looking forward to getting all made up and shopping with mom! Mom and I hadn't been really close since I was a teenager and the thought of a shopping trip with her brought back many happy childhood memories. Of course, this trip would be just a little bit different. Instead of a little boy shopping with his mother this trip would involve mom helping me look for the prettiest dresses we could find! Mom took me to her room, set me down and started to apply my make-up. She plucked my eyebrows and used a little eyebrow pencil to help accent them. Next she dabbed some liquid make-up on my face and spread it around with a small sponge. After the liquid make-up came a powder she said would help "set" the liquid and brushed a light pink blush under my cheekbones and mascara to my eyelashes. Mom finished up with a light brown eye shadow and a pair of yellow, clip on earrings! "Much better!" Mom proclaimed. "Take a look in the full length mirror Joyce," she said. "I want you to see the total look!" I slowly walked over to the mirror as I still wasn't used to my new shoes. When I looked in the mirror I was stunned! I saw a young woman in her early twenties with curly hair and perfect make-up! She had on a pretty dress with matching shoes and earrings! "Mom!" I cried out. "I look like a girl!" "You are a girl now Joyce," said my dad who decided to see for himself how I was coming. "You can't have it both ways. If you really want this job you must be a woman! You'd better make up your mind, are you Jeff or Joyce?" I knew dad was right, Jeff wasn't being offered a high paying job, only Joyce was. If I really wanted that job I had to be Joyce. I just wondered if I could ever go back to being Jeff again? I put my arms around dad's neck and kissed his cheek. "I'm Joyce dad," I sighed. "For as long as necessary I'm Joyce!" "Good girl," dad said, "I agree with your mom, you really do look much better as a girl! I hope you don't feel insulted but you were never that great looking as a guy." "That's okay dad," I said. "Actually I really feel very comfortable dressed this way. I guess these clothes wont be that bad." "It's only normal for a girl to enjoy looking her best Joyce," mom said. "Relax and enjoy yourself sweetheart. Being an attractive woman can be a lot of fun!" That's exactly what I did! I relaxed and enjoyed myself! I found that being a woman was really easy for me. Mom gave me a few pointers on how to walk, talk, and sit, and I took it from there. I walked slowly and let my hips sway as I walked. When I sat down I smoothed out my skirt and crossed my legs. Mom was thrilled with the progress I was making and told me about it every chance she got! We drove to the local shopping center and went to a dress shop mom liked. I was a little hesitant about going in but mom kept telling me that no one would ever think that I was really a guy. After a few moments of shopping a salesclerk walked over, "Could I help you ladies find something?" she asked. I was relieved. She called us "Ladies," I passed my first test in being a girl! Mom said that we were trying to find some outfits for my new job. The saleslady looked at me and smiled. "We have a large selection of dresses over here," she said pointing to another rack. "They're conservative enough to wear on the job but styled to make you look your best!" I began to get my confidence up and started to look at some of the dresses. "The dressing room is over on the other side of the store," the clerk said, "why don't you take a few that you like and try them on?" I smiled at the woman and said, "Thanks that would be very nice." The woman never batted an eye, as far as she was concerned she was just helping another young woman! Mom chose several dresses for me to try on. Noticing my hesitation, she gently pushed me to the dressing room. I found an empty booth and stepped inside. I unzipped my dress and as I stepped out of I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I felt a little silly standing there seeing myself in a wig and slip but the more I stared the more I noticed that I really did make an attractive lady! I pulled the dress over my head and mom helped me zip it up. It was a great fit and really looked perfect on me. Yet I couldn't get used to seeing myself in a dress! Mom reminded me that I had several other dresses to try on yet and nudged me back to the dressing room. The next dress was a light gray with a pleated skirt. The dress was made of some type of lightweight fabric that was semi sheer. When I put it on and adjusted the belt I found that it really made me look as if I had a great figure! Not only that but the pleats in the skirt caused it to sway as I moved. I was amazed at how feminine the dress made me look! Next I tried on a dark blue suit with a light blue blouse. The blouse buttoned up the back so I had to get help. Mom laughed and said I'd need to practice dressing since my new wardrobe had a few tricks to it! I pulled on the skirt and pulled the zipper up while it was in front and buttoned the buttons. I turned it around and presto, dressed without mom's help! One small victory in my drive to become a woman! I ended up buying several outfits. Mom insisted that I get the gray dress, saying I looked so good in it! We then drove to a nearby mall for some more shopping. Our next stop was the ladies department of a major department store. This time the salesclerk was a woman about my age who treated me as if I were her girlfriend as she recommended some outfits for me. I waited until the clerk walked away and turned to mom. "Why are we shopping here?" I asked, puzzled over the need for casual clothes. "I thought I was just getting some clothes to wear to work?" Mom looked as if I had just asked the world's dumbest question! "And what do you think you're going to wear at home young lady?" she asked. "I have all kinds of things to wear at home," I replied. "I only need to get women's stuff for work." Mom looked as if she was trying to explain the simplest thing in the world to me. "No Joyce," she said with an exasperated sigh. "You're a woman now. that means you'll look, and act like a woman twenty four hours a day! You can't be Jeff sometimes and Joyce other times!" This was quite a shock to me! All along I had figured on playing a little game of pretend at work and being myself at home. Now I realized my little game was about to become a change of life -- and possibly sex! Mom noticed the look on my face and tried to make me feel better. "Don't worry dear, it's only for a little while," she said as she squeezed my hand. Then she looked at me and said, "Unless of course you decide otherwise." "What do you mean, 'unless I decide otherwise,' why would I do that?" I asked, puzzled by her remark. Mom smiled, "well, I noticed how much fun you were having with dad this morning and how you kept smoothing out that gray dress and staring at yourself Maybe you'll decide you really like being a woman after all!" I hadn't thought of this as anything more than a game before. I really cared for my dad and felt great being able to express myself to him. As for the matter of the dress, well I really couldn't explain that. I just seemed to momentarily forget that I was a guy! I looked at mom and smiled, "Maybe mom, maybe!" I said. We began looking over the displays of casual wear and again I found myself caught up in the fun. I found a pair of peach colored culottes with a matching top and held it up in front of me. I turned to the full length mirror and swayed from side to side trying to imagine how the outfit would look on me. I caught sight of mom standing behind me grinning from ear to ear. "Yes Joyce," she said laughing, "just maybe!" "Quit acting so silly mom," I said playfully taking a swat at her. "How do you think this outfit would look on me?" Mom looked at the outfit and said she thought it would be perfect for me. She suggested I gets one in blue also. I wasn't going to argue. She seemed so happy and it was only for a little while. I found a number of tops in fabrics that felt really soft and fluffy. I also bought myself a denim skirt and dress since mom said they looked as if they'd be comfortable to relax in. After picking out what seemed to be enough casual clothes to last for years, mom and I went to the shoe department. I bought several pairs of shoes in colors to match every outfit I bought. It was really a lot of work trying on different types of shoes. No wonder women took so much time when they shopped! When we left the shoe department mom smiled at me, "now comes the fun part Joyce!," she said. I wondered what she meant since as far as I was concerned I hadn't been having fun. "Fun part, mom? "I asked sarcastically. "You mean it gets better?" I hadn't noticed where we were headed until mom stopped and said, "It does now honey, I think you'll need a size 6!" When I saw where we were I was a little shocked. Mom and I were standing in front of a display of panties! There were green ones, pink ones, yellow ones, and every shade imaginable! They were hanging on little hangers and looked so dainty! I had never even looked at this department before but now I was about to pick out some lingerie for myself! Mom noticed the look on my face. "Don't act so shocked." She said. "It's what's expected of you now." I knew she was right but she seemed to be enjoying this far too much! Dresses were bad enough but frilly lingerie too! Mom and I finally managed to pick out enough pairs of panties in my size. I ended up with pink ones with lace at the waistband and leg openings, mint colored ones in a hip hugger style, and light blue ones with lace down the front. Mom also threw into the cart some pale yellow panties in a bikini style with a matching bra, camisole and half slip. What a switch! As Jeff I would never have asked another guy to go to the men's room with me nor would I have offered to accompany anyone else! Now as Joyce, using the rest room had become somewhat of a social occasion! Being a woman was going to be tough to get used to! I was a little worried about waiting in line with other women but mom kept up a conversation about my new job and clothes that helped to relax me. Inside I set my purse down and set about my business. I had a little trouble holding up my dress and slip while pulling my stockings and panties down but soon got everything fixed up and finished. When I left the stall I saw all the other women fixing their hair and make-up so I washed my hands and got out the make-up mom put in my purse. Mom stood there watching and smiling as I touched up my lipstick and patted the hairs of my wig. After fixing my hair and make-up I got my purse and mom and I left for home. When we got home mom and I went to my room to look over my purchases. I now had an extensive collection of lovely lingerie in every shade of the rainbow. I had panties and bras in white and pastel shades, full slips and half slips trimmed with lace, and bras made of a satiny material. For just a brief moment I found myself admiring my new clothes! Mom began removing all of my old clothes from my drawers and closets saying that I wouldn't be needing them anymore. I loaded all of my new lingerie into my now empty drawers, still just a little unsure that I was really doing the right thing. By the time I finished however I no longer had any male clothing left. My closet was filled with dresses, skirts, tops, slacks, and pretty blouses. Drawers where T-shirts and jockey shorts had once been were now filled an assortment of bras, slips, girdles, and panties. The drawer that I kept socks in was now filled with pantyhose and nightgowns! Any doubts I still had no longer mattered, I was going to be a woman and that was that! I spent the next couple of weeks learning how to be a woman. It wasn't easy. I had to constantly practice sitting, standing, walking in heels, and just generally how to respond as a woman. Mom did her best to teach me everything. She said I had to consider myself to be a woman so that my speech and gestures would come naturally to me. By the end of the second week I really no longer felt like a guy in a dress. I had gotten used to wearing lingerie, putting on make-up, shaving my legs and doing the many things that women take for granted. I managed to convince myself that I was a young, attractive woman! Mom was thrilled at the change in me. "You're perfect Joyce," she said one day as she gave me a great big hug. "You're such a charming young woman it's like you've grown up as a girl!" I had to admit I was enjoying myself more than I ever did as a guy! I felt relaxed and at ease and became even closer to mom than ever. Still I worried about where this was leading me! Mom began pointing out ads for ladies wear in the newspaper and discussing style with me. We took several more shopping trips to help me get used to being a woman and I bought several fashion magazines to learn more about choosing my clothes. We went out to several restaurants and movies so that I would feel at ease in different settings. Everyone I met smiled at me and treated me so very nicely. Men opened doors for me, gave up their seats on buses to me! I had gotten so used to being a woman that I even began to go out on my own. I enjoyed picking up a few things at the local supermarket and running errands. Everywhere I went I was accepted as a woman without question. I was fooling everyone, perhaps even myself! I enjoyed the closeness with other women also. They opened up to me as we shopped, commenting on my purchases, admiring my outfit and doing a thousand other things that made me feel comfortable! At the beginning of my second week as Joyce mom said it was time to get my drivers license so that I would be able to get around easier than taking buses. I tried to explain that I couldn't do that since I had to have some identification to even apply. Mom just smiled and said, "No problem Joyce, I just happen to have your birth certificate!" She handed me a birth certificate for a girl named Joyce Marie Anders. I looked at the birth certificate and noted that the birthdate was the same as mine, as were the town of birth and time. Mom had sent for a copy of the birth certificate for my twin sister who had died shortly after we were born! "Now Joyce," said mom "you'll really be able to be a woman!" As I looked at the document I realized that now I was about to legally become a woman! In no time at all I had a driver's license with my picture on it, had applied for a social security card for my job, and applied for credit cards as Joyce. I even opened a bank account and began to receive mail addressed to Joyce Marie Anders. One evening Mr. Jacobs and his family came to visit. I decided to try to really impress him. That afternoon I took a nice hot bubble bath and shaved my legs, underarms, and chest as close as I could. I chose a pair of pink panties with a matching bra, a white half slip and white stockings. After my bath I quickly got into my lingerie and stockings pulled on a pink short sleeved top and steeped into a denim skirt. I looked at my hair in the mirror and found myself wishing that it would grow faster so that I could get it done in a pretty style! Sighing, I pulled on my wig and brushed it out. I fixed my make-up, added a pair of pink earrings, and a pink bracelet. I stepped into some white pumps, sprayed on some perfume and waited for the Jacobs'. When they arrived I met them at the door and led them to the living room where my parents were waiting. "Where's Jeff," Mr. Jacobs asked, "I expected him to be here tonight." Mom and dad looked at each other and broke into laughter, "She's sitting right here!" they said looking over at me. I got up, walked over and smiled at Mr. Jacobs. Extending my hand in a feminine style I said, "Hello Mr. Jacobs, I'm Joyce Anders, the woman you offered a job to!" Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs stared at me in disbelief. Cindy jumped up and began to walk around me giggling! "You're really pretty!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe you're really a guy!" I smiled at Cindy and said, "Thanks, I'll consider that a compliment!" I raised my arms slightly and twirled around on my toes. "Well what do you think Mr. Jacobs," I asked, "am I enough of a woman to hire?" Mr. Jacobs smiled and said, "yes Joyce, you're definitely woman enough! I can't believe how much you've changed in such a short time!" Mrs. Jacobs joined Cindy in admiring my outfit. "Who chooses your clothes Joyce," she asked, "and is that your hair?" I looked at mom and laughed, "how 'bout we leave the guys to talk business mom and us girls can go talk elsewhere." Mom, Mrs. Jacobs, Cindy, and I went to another room to continue talking about how well I was adjusting to being a woman. I explained everything to the other ladies, yes I choose my own outfits, of course I dress completely, and no I have to wear a wig. The only part that I left out was, that I had started enjoying myself as a woman! I mentioned that I did wish that I could be around people my own age more and Cindy immediately volunteered to help. She offered to take me out to a club she enjoyed, saying that we could meet some friends of hers and hear some great music. "I'd like to Cindy," I said dejectedly, "but I'm not sure I'm ready for anything like that. Cindy thought that was funny. "Don't be silly Joyce," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "You fooled mom, dad and me. You'll do just fine. Go change into a nice dress and we'll get going!" I was amazed, Cindy really expected me to go out with her as a girl! "Are you joking," I asked, "you want me to go out to a club in a dress?" Mom looked at me and said, "I think it's a great idea Joyce, after all you could use some pointers on being a woman!" Actually I was somewhat excited about going out as Joyce, yet still a little worried. "What do you mean pointers on being a woman," I asked, "I know how to dress, walk and talk like a woman, what else is there?" Cindy got that twinkle back in her eyes. "No Joyce, your mom taught you how to act like a lady, I'll show you how to act like a woman!" Mom and Mrs. Jacobs were pushing me towards my room. "Go ahead, get changed," they said, "you're going to enjoy yourself!" By now my excitement had pushed my anxiety and possibly my common sense out of my mind. "If I have to be a woman, I might as well have fun!" I thought to myself as I hurried to change. I stepped out of my skirt, pulled off my top and slipped on a white camisole I pulled on a tight blue dress with a back slit to make walking easier and went to meet Cindy. "You look great!" the other ladies exclaimed as I walked out of my room. "Every inch a lady!" said Mrs. Jacobs. "Not for long," Cindy said with a sly smile, "tonight you're going to see how much fun it is to be a woman!" Cindy and I said explained to our dad's where we were headed as we got our purses and jackets. "Be careful Joyce," dad yelled after me, "don't stay out too late!" Cindy giggled, "I take it you're daddy's girl!" I had to laugh when I thought about it, "Yes," I said laughing, "I guess I am daddy's girl!" We laughed and talked as Cindy drove to the club. "You really look great Joyce, wait till the guys see you. They'll knock themselves out to dance with you!" The thought of being the object of a guys attention should have frightened me yet I couldn't help feeling excited! I remembered the dances I had gone to as Jeff and the competition to impress a pretty girl. Now I was the girl the guys would be trying to impress! What a thrill that would be! As we drove Cindy kept trying to reassure me by telling me how great I looked and to just relax and act naturally. "That's easy for you to say," I laughed, "it's natural for you to wear dresses and make-up!" Cindy glanced at me and said, "judging from the way you acted back at the house I think you'll make a great girl. Wait until you see how much fun it will be!" Cindy kept giving all sorts of hints such as relax, put a little more sway into your step, smile more, let your arms hang free. She told me to let my skirt ride up just a little when I sat down. "Guys like seeing your legs!" I told Cindy that I'd try but it seemed complicated. She laughed and said that the most important thing to remember was to be relaxed. "Guys are stiff and tense," Cindy said, "girls are much more relaxed and at ease! Keep smiling, don't be real suspicious, let a guy buy you a drink and dance with you!" "Wait a minute Cindy," I said getting quite alarmed. "There's just no way that I'm ever going to dance with another guy!" Cindy just laughed at me, "There are no "other guys" Joyce," she said, "just us girls remember! Girls DO dance with guys you know!" When we got to the club Cindy introduced me to several of her girlfriends as "Joyce," a new girl at work. They smiled and introduced themselves to me never even taking a hard look. They seemed to accept me as one of the girls! We talked and laughed and generally had a really fun time. I was a little amazed at how easily women seemed to get along with someone they had just met. It was as if we were old friends! After a little while one of the other girls suggested we get up and dance. By now the couple of drinks I had consumed were beginning to have an effect on me, I readily got up with the others and began to dance! As a guy I would never have just gotten up and started to dance without a partner but all the women were doing it so I just joined in the fun! I was having a great time just dancing alongside the other girls when a guy walked over and asked me to dance. He was several inched taller than me and really good looking. I looked at Cindy who smiled and gave me a thumbs up gesture. Since the band was playing all fast songs and no other couples were really dancing very close to each other I agreed. We danced "together" even though there was at least ten feet between us. I was really beginning to enjoy myself when the band decided to take a break. My partner moved next to me and escorted me back to my seat! I was getting worried but the looks on the faces of Cindy and the other girls seemed to express approval of my "catch"! We sat and talked for almost half an hour, just getting acquainted with each other. My new friend introduced himself as Mark and said that he had also just graduated from college. Mark had majored in Accounting and said that he had spent the better part of the last few months interviewing with companies. He said I was lucky to get a good job so quickly but that it was easier for a good looking woman to get a job than it was for a guy. For some reason this remark really bothered me and I explained that I had gotten my job because of my skill and not my looks! Mark apologized and said that he meant it as a compliment. He was sure I was qualified but somehow it seemed that girls had it a little easier! Before I could even accept his apology or quit blushing for that matter, the band had started playing again and Mark was leading me back to the dance floor! Now I was really getting nervous, it was bad enough that Mark was holding my hand in his as we walked but the band was playing a slow number! Next thing I knew Mark had his arm around my waist and was pulling me close. I had nowhere to go so I let him pull me close and take my hand. It was really quite exciting in a way, Mark was holding my hand in his and had his other arm around my waist, he was an excellent dancer and somehow was able to make me fell very relaxed and comfortable! After a few minutes of dancing like this I felt Mark pulling me closer, I couldn't remember ever feeling so secure and content so I moved as close to Mark as I could, closed my eyes, and laid my head against his chest! I opened my eyes briefly to see Cindy smiling at me! She also had a found a cute guy to dance with and had snuggled close to him. This was turning out to be a really interesting evening! After several slow dances the band took another break. As we were separating Mark looked down at me and smiled. He was holding me tightly with both arms but I had no desire to break free. We looked each other for a moment, then he leaned over and kissed me. Maybe it was because of the drinks, I don't know and really didn't care because at that moment I felt so relaxed and feminine. In the few weeks that I had spent as a woman I had never felt this way before. I was a pretty girl and Mark was a really cute guy. I put my arms around Marks neck and returned his kiss! I melted in his arms as we kissed. It seemed like our kiss lasted forever, even though it lasted for only a few seconds before I realized what was happening. Mark smiled at me and said, "You're very nice Joyce, I hope we can see more of each other!" Talk about charm, this guy could make a Beauty out of a Beast! I chuckled to myself as I thought, "and that's exactly what he's done to me!" I couldn't believe that I had just spent an evening dancing with and kissing another guy! It all happened so quickly and easily that I seemed to make an effortless transition from guy to girl! What's more I was thrilled at being a girl! If I had to be a woman for a few months I was going to enjoy myself, time would run out soon enough! We danced a few more dances before Cindy interrupted by saying that we would have to leave. Mark offered to drive me home if I stayed but I didn't think that was such a good idea. I wasn't sure what might happen when we were alone and I had my doubts that I'd be able to stop him even if I wanted to! Mark walked us out to Cindy's car and held my door so I could get in. He asked if he could have my phone number but I said I'd prefer to meet a few more times at the club. Mark smiled and said, "I'll be looking for you!" I slid my purse off my shoulder and placed it in the car, tucking my skirt under me I slid in as Mark closed my door. I waved good-bye to him as Cindy drove away. After a moment Cindy laughed and said, "I thought I was going to have to teach you how to be a woman, but it looks like you've got that pretty well figured out though! I was wondering if I'd get to be a bridesmaid!" I began to blush, "I don't understand what happened tonight," I stammered. "What was I thinking of, kissing another guy? I've never even thought of such a thing before tonight!" Cindy was not about to let me off easily though. "It didn't look like you thought about it for long tonight either," she said with a laugh. "I was beginning to picture you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, with Mark waiting for you at the altar!" I was really getting upset by this time and had actually started to cry. "Oh come on Joyce," Cindy said, trying to calm me down. "I don't think you did anything so terribly wrong! You're just responding to a guy the way any woman would! My dad wanted a woman with your skills and that's what he's getting! I told you that being a woman was fun!" Cindy handed me a tissue, " Now please stop crying, you'll ruin your mascara!" I looked at Cindy and smiled, "Thanks for understanding Cindy," I said. "Oh and by the way," I said laughing, "don't worry about my mascara, it's waterproof!" Cindy started to laugh, "You stinker, just for that I hope Mark does propose!" she said. "Well in case Mark does get serious could I ask you couple of questions?" I asked innocently. "Sure Joyce," Cindy said suddenly growing very still. "How can I help?" I couldn't resist, "Should I wear a long train on my wedding gown and would you be my Maid of Honor?" Cindy bust out laughing, "I'll get you for this Joyce," she laughed, "remember we have to work together!" We laughed and giggled all the way home, I had the best time of my life! Cindy dropped me off at my house after making me promise to go out again on the weekend. I took my key from my purse and opened the door to find mom waiting up for me. "Did you girls have a good time," she asked. "Meet any cute guys?" Mom had just been joking about the guys but when she saw the look on my face she knew it was no joke! "Sit down and tell me all about it honey," she said, "it helps to talk to someone." I began to tell her all about the great time I had and how well Cindy's girlfriends treated me. After a few moments however I stopped. "Mom," I said, "I'm worried, tonight I forgot that I was a guy! I was acting just like the other girls!" Mom took my hand, "what's so terrible about that," she asked. "You can't very well act like a guy when you're wearing a skirt and heels!" "You don't understand mom," I said, "I mean I really forgot that I was a guy, I acted like a girl and I loved it!" Mom looked at me and gave a knowing smile, "I understand completely Joyce," she said. "in the past couple of weeks we've all worked very hard to make a woman out of you .It's understandable that you would begin to act like one. We weren't sure how it would work out but dad and I agreed to support you." I still didn't think mom really understood though. "But mom," I pleaded, "tonight I danced with a guy and really enjoyed it! I mean he was so cute, and tall, I even let him kiss me" Suddenly I realized what I was saying. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "would you listen to me! I'm talking like a high school girl!" I began to cry, "What's happening to me mom," I asked. "Have I lost my mind! I'm a guy, not a girl!" Mom just sat there smiling at me. She took my hand and led me over to a full length mirror. Pointing to my reflection she said, "I see a young woman in a skirt, blouse, stockings, and heels! I don't see any guy here Joyce!" Mom led me back to the living room and sat next to me on the couch. "So tonight you felt like a woman and you liked the way you felt, is that right?" she asked. I lowered my eyes and replied, "yes mom, that's right." My mother reached over and lifted my chin until I was looking into her eyes. "Don't worry Joyce," she said reassuringly, " I understand completely. Being a woman can be a great deal of fun, and being a pretty woman is even better!" Mom took my other hand and began to pat them. "I wondered what would happen once you found out how nice being a woman is. It's just so completely different than what you were used to as Jeff that it's easy to get caught up in it!" It was nice of her to be so understanding but one thing still bothered me. "Mom," I asked haltingly, "will I ever be able to be Jeff again?" I was surprised to hear dad's voice from behind me, we must have woken him up as we talked. "Mr. Jacob's said this regulation problem should all blow over after the election," he said. "You can go back to being Jeff then." He put his hand an my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "That is, if you really want to!" I was shocked to hear my dad suggest that I might want to stay as a woman! "Why would you say something like that dad?" I asked. Dad sat next to mom, looked at me and said, "it's just that you seemed so happy these last couple of weeks and from what I heard of tonight you might just want to continue on as Joyce!" Before I could speak mom said, "that's you're decision of course, but you are very cute and would make a beautiful woman! We'd be just as happy to have you as a daughter!" "I'm not sure what I am right now," I said confused, "how am I supposed to know what I'll be in the future!" Dad leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're a lovely young woman right now sweetheart," he said, "that all that counts! If you feel like a woman don't let it bother you. Just relax and enjoy your life!" I went to my room and began to get ready for bed. I thought I'd grab a quick shower so I got undressed, pulled on a plain cotton nightgown, grabbed a pair of white panties and headed for the shower. While I was showering I shaved my pubic hair until it all that was left was a little patch! I finished my shower and while drying off I began to look at myself in the full length mirror. I was thrilled to see that my legs and underarms looked very smooth and really liked the way my pubic hair now looked! I even found myself wondering what it would be like to have a real figure. I had plenty of curves when I was all dressed but I knew that I owed my bustline to the generous padding in my bra and my shapely little butt to the design of my girdle! Standing there naked I looked skinny and shapeless. "Not much I can do about that," I thought to myself. "Or was there?" I thought with the slightest hint of a smile! I stepped into my panties and pulled on my nightgown. Walking back to my room I couldn't stop thinking about Mark and how much fun I had! When I got back to my room mom was waiting for me. She handed me a bag from one of the women's stores in town and said, "Here Joyce, I've been saving this for you, I think you're ready for it now though!" Inside of the bag there was the prettiest white nightgown I'd ever seen! It reached to the floor and had a sheer material that reached in a deep V from the shoulders to the middle of the front! The sleeves went out in what was called a cap style and were made of a delicate lace with a floral pattern. The sheer material in front was bordered on either side with the same lace pattern! The label said it was all satin and it felt so silky that I couldn't wait to put it on. "It's beautiful mom," I exclaimed, "I can't wait to see how it looks on me, I just know I'm going to feel like a princess in it!" Mom smiled at me, I'm sure you'll be gorgeous in it dear," she said. "I have a couple of other gifts for you that you might want to see before you get changed!" Mom handed me a small box wrapped in a beautiful pink paper and bow along with another bag from the same store the nightgown came from. I opened the bag first and was thrilled to find a sheer white robe to match my new nightgown! The whole robe was sheer except for the beautiful lace trim around the ends of the long sleeves and on both sides of the front where it closed with a delicate satin belt! Mom had also bought me several pairs of white, satin, panties with lace down the front. I didn't think anything could be better than this but when I opened the small box I almost fainted. Inside I found what appeared to be a pair of women's breasts! "They're for you Joyce," mom said with a smile. "I thought your outfits would look better if you had a better bustline! Padded bras or stuffing nylons in them wouldn't look right with some of your outfits!" "I love it mom!" I gushed. I gave her a hug and said, "and I love you too mom!" "Thanks sweetheart," said mom, "here, let me show you how to put them on. you can wear them tonight if you like. I think they'd be great with your negligee!" I pulled off my nightgown and mom showed me how to place a little glue around the edges and then position them just right on my chest. Once I got them on I ran to a mirror to see how I looked with breasts. I had to admit it, I looked beautiful! If I hadn't known they weren't real I would have sworn I was looking at a woman's chest! I turned from side to side to see how they'd feel and move. They swayed with my every move and even bounced up and down when I did! I ran to the bathroom, slipped off my regular panties and stepped into a pair of the satin ones mom had bought me. They felt so nice on me that I couldn't imagine ever taking them off! Once I finished admiring my new panties I slipped on my new negligee. When I looked in the mirror I was so happy that I began to cry. My breasts held out the front of my negligee just enough to allow the tops to show through the sheer material. What really excited me however was to look at my new nipples contrasted against the white fabric of my negligee! I hurried back to my room to show mom. "You look lovely Joyce," she said, beaming with pride! "Every inch a woman!" Mom told me that she had bought these things for me just after I decided to take the job. She wasn't sure how well things would work out for me so she put them away until today! "After we talked I decided that you were really getting into being a woman" she said, "if you're ready to be treated as an attractive woman by a man you're definitely ready for satin, lace and breasts!" I hugged her for several minutes, all the while profusely thanking her for the wonderful gifts! "You've made me feel so good tonight mom," I said tearfully, "It's just that I can't make sense of my feelings!" Mom wiped away my tears and smiled, "Take your time to sort things out dear," she said. "There's no rush to make any decisions." Mom helped cover me up. "We'll talk about it more tomorrow after dad comes home from work! We'll get you something low cut to wear so you can surprise him!" As mom left I began to think about what had happened today. I felt as though I was approaching two doors, one was labeled "MEN" and the other "WOMEN" and was being pulled ever so gently towards the one labeled "WOMEN". I danced as a woman with a man and had reacted to his advances the way a woman would have reacted. Now I was lying in bed wearing satin panties and negligee with a pair of breasts sticking out of my chest! My mother seemed happy having a daughter and I was happy being her daughter. I was moving closer and closer to that imaginary door and I wasn't at all sure that I wouldn't go through it! I drifted off to sleep with the delicious feel of my satin nightgown and panties against my skin and confused feelings in my head! The next morning when I woke I forgot all about the breasts I was wearing until I swung my feet out of bed and stood up. Suddenly I noticed that an extra weight had been added to my chest. When I looked down through the sheer part of my nightgown I was pleasantly reminded of mom's gift to me! I quickly put on my robe and went to have breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen dad turned to say good morning to me. He nearly dropped his coffee when he saw me in my nightgown with breasts jutting out! I leaned over and gave him a good morning kiss and said "morning dad, how are you today?" Dad had overcome his initial shock by now and began to smile. "Looks like there's been a change in our girl here mom," he said. "Quite a change I'd say!" I feigned embarrassment and clutched at the front of my robe. "Daddy," I said, "stop looking at my chest, you're embarrassing me!" Mom smiled and said to dad, "I gave her a few presents last night, doesn't she look much better this way?" Dad looked at me again and said, "yes she does dear, she makes a really beautiful woman!" I did a quick turn to show off my nightgown, "do you really think so dad?" I asked. "What do you think about how I look dad?" Dad took my hand and gave it a little squeeze, "You look lovely Joyce. How do you like having breasts?" Mom broke in before I could reply. She looked at dad and said, "I'm sure she likes them, but she needs some work on the rest of her figure!" Dad looked at mom, "not much can be done about that, She'll have to make do I guess. She looks quite good when she's all dressed. Anyway, were the only ones who see her like this so it doesn't matter." "It matters to me dad," I exclaimed, "you're not the one who has to wear a girdle under slacks!" Dad stared at me for a moment. "It was your choice sweetheart, no one forced you to wear women's clothes remember! Besides, it's like I said, there isn't much that can be done about your figure besides fake breasts!" Dad finished his breakfast and went off to work. Mom and I sat around talking while we finished ours. "What are you thinking of mom," I asked. "I have a friend Nancy who became a counselor" mom explained, "she practices near here, maybe we could see what she has to say." I was a little confused over how mom's friend could help. "Let's give it a try okay dear?" Mom asked. "I'll set it up, meanwhile let's get dressed, we have some shopping to do today!" I had forgotten that mom wanted to buy me a few low cut outfits to show off in. I finished my breakfast and went to get dressed! I decided to wear just a pair of slacks and a knit top to the mall, I didn't want to look overdressed and call too much attention to myself. I chose a pair of white slacks and a pale yellow knit top for the shopping trip. I would be relatively comfortable, with the exception of my panty girdle, and wouldn't look too overdressed. I took off my robe and nightgown, pulled on a pair of white stockings and squeezed myself into my girdle. I picked out a pretty, white satin bra and had a great time fitting my new breasts into the cups! After I got my bra adjusted and hooked I made a few adjustments to my girdle and admired myself in the mirror. I thought I looked quite nice considering what I had to work with. My girdle gave me a very nicely rounded butt and my breasts filled out my bra just right! Still I wondered what it would be like to see myself with real breasts and curves. When I realized what I was thinking I felt very ashamed and confused. I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind, mostly for fear of the way they made me feel. I stepped into my slacks, pulled them up and adjusted the zipper. After pulling on my top and fixing my wig I added a light touch of makeup, stepped into a pair of yellow flats and went to meet mom. Mom told me how pretty I looked and complimented me on my figure. Noticing my frown she asked what was wrong. "Same old thing mom," I said dejectedly. "I keep wondering what's happening to me." Mom smiled, "Don't worry honey," She said. "Everything's going to be fine." We set off for the mall with me driving, I had passed my drivers exam and was now the proud holder of a photo license made out to Joyce Marie Anders. I got a real kick out of seeing my picture as a woman and seeing the "F" in the block marked sex! At the mall we found several pretty tops cut low enough to show a little cleavage. I also saw an outfit that I felt might make an interesting addition to my wardrobe. It was beautiful, a satiny white blouse and a long, soft, black suede skirt. The blouse had lapels that crossed and buttoned just below the bra line! The skirt although long, buttoned only to just above the knee. When I sat down and crossed my legs it would open and fall to either side giving a glimpse of my legs! I just knew this would be sexier than anything I owned! When I modeled it for mom she said that I looked absolutely stunning! Needless to say I bought that outfit. Part of me felt odd wanting to buy such an obviously feminine outfit but I still found myself wanting it! I mean if a girls mother tells her she looks stunning in an outfit it must be good! I was thrilled with my purchases and called Cindy at work to tell her about them. She said she'd stop by after work so she could see how I looked in them, I couldn't wait! Cindy stopped over later that evening to see my new outfits. We went to my room so that I could model the clothes for her. I hadn't told her about my breasts figuring to surprise her. "Good lord Joyce!" she gasped when I modeled one of my tops, "you've got boobs!" I couldn't help laughing at her reaction. "So do you, right?" I asked innocently. Joyce just stared at me for a second before saying, "well yes I do, but I'm a girl!" "You mean I'm not?" I asked, pretending to be hurt by her remark. "it says Female on my drivers license, I've got a closet filled with women's clothes and drawers full of lingerie!" "You know what I mean silly, now where did you get those boobs?" Cindy asked as she began to recover from her shock. I told her all about moms gifts to me and showed her my new nightgown. "It's beautiful!" She exclaimed, "I'll bet it feels wonderful to wear! You're lucky to have such a sweet mother." I smiled thinking of how lucky I really was, I had parents who understood me and helped me in every possible way throughout my life. Now I was asking their understanding as I tried to sort out who I was, Jeff or Joyce. Cindy got a sly smile on her face and said, "I think you're becoming more of a woman than you planned on, aren't you?" I returned her smile. "Only time will tell!" I replied. We sat and talked for hours before Cindy had to leave. We talked about a variety of things, work, family, clothes and men! Especially about clothes and men! I showed her my new skirt and top and she said she was certain I'd look pretty in it. She winked at me and asked if I thought about Mark when I was buying it. "Let's just say he hasn't been that far from my mind!" I giggled. Cindy finally had to leave but we made firm plans for me to pick her up at work on Friday. She wanted to introduce me to some of her friends at work and give me a chance to look around. I could hardly wait for Friday to come. I couldn't help feeling that my stomach was filled with butterflies! That afternoon I decided to take a long, hot bath and give myself the works! I added extra bath oil to make my skin feel silky soft. Shaving my legs became a matter of utmost precision and care so as not to miss a single strand of hair. I even touched up the small patch of pubic hair just for good measure! When I finished I slipped into my nightgown and robe and applied a coat of deep red nail polish to my toenails. Before I polished my fingernails I borrowed moms fake nails and painstakingly glued them on and shaped them. Satisfied with how they looked I proceeded to polish them with two coats of the same color polish I used on my toes. I went back to my room to glue my breasts back on and get ready to meet Cindy. I decided on a pretty violet dress with half sleeves and a button front. I decided to really go all out so I changed into a pair of black panties with lace waistband. A black slip trimmed in lace at the bodice and hem, and a matching black bra. I fit my breasts into the cups of the bra and fastened it. A quick look in the mirror made me feel very sexy and wickedly feminine! I pulled on a pair of tan pantyhose, slipped on my dress and stepped into a pair of pumps which matched my dress. I fixed my makeup to match my mood, lipstick in a little deeper shade of red than I usually wore, a little more highlighting around my eyes, extra time taken to curl my lashed before applying mascara, a just a shade darker blush over my liquid makeup base. I clipped on a pair of lilac earrings and a necklace to contrast my outfit, fixed my wig into a little wilder look, sprayed on some perfume and checked out my look in the mirror. Everything looked great but I still thought something was missing. I was just missing the daring look I wanted! Smiling, I unbuttoned the first two buttons at the top of my dress. If I leaned over just a little much I could see the tops of my breasts contrasted against the black lace of my bra. That was it! Now I looked like just like I felt, a gorgeous, sexy lady! Mom was surprised when I met her downstairs, "you look great Joyce," she said as she admired my outfit. "But are you sure you want to look so sexy?" I flashed a smile at her and said, "I wanted to see just how much of a woman I could be mom, is there anything wrong?" Mom looked at me and grinned, "no Joyce, nothing at all," she said. "I understand completely! A woman needs to dress like that now and then! Wait until you see how men react, it really reinforces that sexy feeling in you!" That was exactly what I wondered about. I had to see if I'd really feel like a woman. I also needed to know whether or not I'd enjoy such a feeling! I drove over to where Cindy worked and went up to the door. A guy who was just leaving stopped to hold the door for me. I think it was as much lechery as chivalry. He made sure he got a good look at me as I entered. He smiled at me so I thanked him and gave him a sweet smile! His entire face brightened up and it really made me feel good to see the kind of effect I had on this poor guy! I began to think that I could get used to being a woman! I approached the reception area where Cindy worked and greeted her. She looked me over and smiled, "somehow I thought you'd get all done up," she laughed, "as a matter of fact I was counting on it. I mentioned to several guys that they could meet the new girl this afternoon. I'm sure they'll be impressed!" Cindy took me back to meet her dad first. He seem very impressed with the way I was dressed and said he couldn't wait for me to start. Next Cindy took me to meet some of my future co-workers. Everywhere we went the other women treated very nicely and welcomed me into the company. The guys made every effort to talk to me and ask me questions, they wanted to know where I was from, what school I had gone to, and a thousand other questions. Cindy laughed as she guided me away from a group of guys that had gathered around us. "They're not that interested in anything but keeping you there so they can check you out. You'll get used to the tricks the guys pull so they can get to know you" I smiled and thanked her for the tip even though I liked the attention the men were showering on me! At the dance we met more of Cindy's friends and once again I was accepted as another woman. They were all well dressed for an evening out and I took particular note that none looked like the "Girl Next Door"! I vowed to be more careful about drinking last I run into another situation like I did with Mark! Funny, I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. Perhaps it was because he treated me so nicely and made me feel like the woman I was learning, or perhaps yearning, to be! We talked about clothes and I got many compliments on my dress. Soon the topic drifted around to guys and we talked about what we liked and disliked in them. We all agreed that there was nothing so nice as a guy who made us feel sexy and desirable! I enjoyed conversation so much more as a woman, I could be honest about my feelings and found that the other girls were truly interested in what each of us had to say. When I got home that night I was walking on air! I was having a wonderful time going out with Cindy, we hit off so well it was as if we were sisters! It did seem just a bit funny that I had become a "Girl Friend" to Cindy, but I had no sexual feelings towards her. We had become best friends as women and that's the way I wanted to keep it! I took off my wig, removed my makeup and got ready to go to bed. Soon I would have to go to work as a woman, I was slightly scared of what that would be like but I knew I couldn't turn back. I spent the weekend just lounging around the house in my sweats. After all the time I had spent getting ready Friday I just wanted to relax. I really began to understand the old line, "my girdle's killing me'! It felt great to be able to get dressed without a girdle, just panties, a bra of course, and my sweats! Over dinner Saturday mom mentioned that she'd been in touch with her friend and that I had an appointment Monday morning. I still didn't understand what talking to mom's friend would help but I hated to disappoint mom. Mom and dad both commented on how I'd changed in the past weeks. "You're much easier to get along with now," dad told me. "You used to be so stubborn hard to get along with before. Now you're so easy going it's hard to believe you're the same person!" Mom agreed, "I had to force you to help around the house before," she said, "now you jump right in to help with the cooking, cleaning, and shopping!" I gave them each a kiss and thanked them. "I'm sorry I was such a bum before," I said, "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Dad hugged me and said, "don't worry Joyce, you already have. You've become the sweetest daughter anyone could ask for! Just do a good job at work and make us proud of you!" By the time Monday morning came I was a nervous wreck. Spending the last couple of weeks as a woman was fun but this was taking things a step further. Mom kept telling me that it was no big deal but I still wondered. I was about to call it off but deep inside I couldn't. So not really sure of what was to come I began to get ready. I picked out a blue, jersey dress with a white belt and white pumps. I chose a light blue half slip and matching bra along with white stockings. I quickly dressed, did my wig and makeup and went to meet mom. "Do