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The Schoolgirls by Jayme Erin Hendricksen How far will a young talented female musician go with her boyfriend to advance her musical career? My name is Gretchen VanAustin. I'm 23, a child of money, spoiled, artistic, intensely creative, devious, bisexual, a talented guitarist, and I yearn to be a rock star. And I'm becoming one, with the help of my group, the "Schoolgirls". And I'm about to tell you who is probably the most responsible for my path to success, and why. His name is Kim Sheffers, and I met him when I was touring Europe last summer. He was playing the most amazing guitar in a coffeehouse in Amsterdam. We struck up a conversation during a break, where I found out he was from Boston. I, being from Portland, Maine, had many Massachusetts connections...Wellsley being the most succinct. Well, we wound up playing music together, living together, making love. When I left to go back to America, Kim stayed. I was hurt, but he promised that he would soon join me....when he did not know. I did know that he had been there to dance. Oh yes, he is an exceptional dancer...ballet, and was dancing with Netherlands National Ballet. I was captivated by his talents, musically, artistically, the graceful way he carried his smallish, but extremely well toned body. I was never much into dance. As a child mother sent me off to ballet classes, but I only reluctantly took part. I had much more fun with my guitar, jamming to MTV and my rapidly growing CD collection. I was also athletic, and an outdoors girl, and didn't relish being confined to a small space next to a mirror in a pink leotard while I contorted my feet into odd and painful positions. Mother thought it would turn me into a proper young lady....you know culture and all. Well, it didn't. I was especially hard on the poor little boys in those classes...the ones that we liked to call fairies....the boys that pranced around in tights, liking it, liking the "feminine" atmosphere so much. I never for once thought that any of them could seriously really want to be there to become a dancer because that might be their passion. That is until I met Kim. It's still hard to believe that I fell for a guy who started out as one of those "fairies" I had so much contempt for. Well, such is life. I had such admiration for Kim. He worked hard, years of classes, schools, and now he was a professional dancer, and yet he could still play the guitar better than me....and "that"was my passion. When we were together he taught me so much new stuff on the guitar....alternate chords, fingerpicking techniques, solo ideas....I was in heaven. Having had both guy lovers as well as girl lovers since high school, I believe that Kim was the "perfect" lover. To me he had all the attributes of both sexes that I looked for. We were extremely compatible intellectually, artistically, and of course musically. We liked to read the same books, we liked the same movies, and as time went on we pretty much shared the same clothes. Oh yes, I'm 5'9" and 120 pounds. Kim is 5'8" and about 135 pounds. Back then he wore his hair just past shoulder length. It's much longer now, but I'll get to that later. I've always kept my hair short. He has such well defined, but still soft features. He has a cherubic smile, long eyelashes, big beautiful brown eyes, rosy cheeks on a milky white flawless skin, luscious pouty lips. His hands are small, which amazed me in the way he could play such great stretches on the guitar with hands smaller than mine, and he articulates them in such a beautiful graceful manner. But his legs........oh his legs, I fell for his magnificent legs. When he first invited me to come and see him dance, I said to myself...oh no, not ballet....but as he came on stage that night and executed a flawless pas de deux with a sprite ballerina, I could not take my eyes off the exquisiteness of his legs wrapped in shimmery white tights. It was such a thing of beauty, that we actually went back to his place at my urging that night and made love, magnificent love, and I couldn't keep my hands off his so wonderfully perfect legs......smooth, strong yet not musclebound, tapering in all the right places.....long, longer than a guy's should be...... Let me put it this way: If all you saw were Kim's legs, you would probably think that these were a beautiful pair of legs belonging to a woman. Seriously. So what I think I am getting to is that Kim served me then as not only a beautiful male lover, but also as a perfect "female" lover as well. He has always been soft and sensitive, never forcing himself on me. In fact it was always I who took charge of the lovemaking. Well, that summer we became quite the duo. So I was very tempted to just stay on with him when September rolled around. But I did have my "passion". My band. We were an all girl rock band, formed in college, honed to a fine creative edge through nightly rehearsals and tons of weekend club dates. For the first 2 years I think we got most of our work because we were an all girl band, and clubowners knew we brought in the beer swilling pigs eager to stand near the stage and ogle our tits while we tried to be the best rock band in New England. We knew it, but the music was there for us...it was our escape from the stereotypes that we allowed ourselves to be submitted to. But as we past the 2 year point of the band, some amazing things were happening. We were collectively becoming very good, a cohesive band of musicians who were actually saying something new, fresh, and exciting in a musically adept way. Artists and Repertoire men from a number of record labels were actually coming to our gigs to check us out. So what did we do? We took 3 months off to find ourselves. Is that stupid or what? Well, to be honest, we all needed to find out whether we wanted to be in this quest together for the long haul, or to do other things, because we had made the decision that whoever came back would commit to at least 2 more years of hard work to make it to the charts. We were all very close....we lived together, sometimes even made love together. I had some serious ideas about staying in Amsterdam myself with Kim, and bagging the band, but I think it was my fierce drive for independence and of course stardom that put me on that plane back to the states. And of course Kim promised that he would look for positions with ballet companies in the U.S. We corresponded by phone, email, letters, never drifting apart. We became kindred spirits. In September, the members of the "Schoolgirls" all came together and began rehearsing for a tour of alternative artists we were booked for. We were quite excited, especially since Columbia Records were going to make a special trip to the fifth tour stop, Cincinnati, to see us. Maybe our time had come, and our fresh new material would sell the execs. Well, we kicked butt in our first 3 stops, and were closing the show by the 4th stop, Columbus. We were hard edged, yet issues oriented, and never really pushed the T &A. We were more into the music, of course. But we did wear those silly white blouses and blazers with a lovely pink and gray crest over pleated tartan skirts ....I mean you know "Schoolgirls"? We had all intended on trashing that image, but the A&R men told us it was imperative that in the early going we established this image. So we followed through. Elaine, the "lead" guitarist with the band was getting itchy while we were touring. She really wanted to get back to her studio and paint. Her summer had been spent preparing for a show of her works, and apparently the show went well.....there was now a demand for her to paint more. I could tell she was drifting away from us. She stopped writing new material, and was not fully engaged in our rehearsals. I love Elaine, but a decision on her part to leave our group was inevitable...I was just hoping that it didn't come before December, the end of the current tour. Well, our Cincinnati concert was a big success, and Columbia signed us. We were to record in December, produce a video and tour starting in January. We were all ecstatic...all except Elaine. She knew the time had come for her to break away. I asked her to record the album with us, and then we'd replace her on the tour.......hopefully with someone close to being as talented as she. I envied her guitar playing. She was a lead guitarist with "balls". I was getting there, but I wasn't there yet. So after a December 7th(remember Pearl Harbor) recording date in New York which went flawlessly, and a video shoot the next day, and tons of promotional pictures being shot, Elaine went back to Bennington, Vermont to resume her love affair with oils and brush. As I remember our embrace and passionate kiss lasted almost long enough for her to miss her flight, and caused many eyes in the airport terminal to fixate themselves on the two women making a "spectacle" of themselves. I didn't care, neither did she. Sure we were closest of friends..we were also former lovers, and creative soulmates. We then went back to Boston and started looking for a replacement. We must of heard 25 guitarists, and none came close to the level of facility we needed. I was getting really worried. I called Columbia, and asked them to send us some guitarists from New York or LA. I even questioned whether we might be able to use a guy as our new guitarist, and the A&R man immediately spoke up......."positively not, Gretchen. Our contract with you specifically stipulates that every band member be female. There are plenty of pretty guitar players out there. Just pick one and go on tour." I wasn't about to jeopardize the contract, we had come too far, but I wasn't about to settle for anybody either. So we went on auditioning, but time was running out. We needed to have at least 2 weeks to go over our material with the new guitarist before the tour, and our video and single was due out any day. Well, lo and behold I got an email from Kim.........Dearest Gretchen: the Netherlands National Ballet has just had their funding cut by the conservatives in the government because of our recent ballet......I guess the theme of gay love for our last performance and the suggestive choreography guys partnering guys, girls partnering girls, was way too controversial for them. What it means is that I'm now out of a job. I'll be flying back to Boston in 2 days, looking for work. I can't wait to see you. Love, Kim. I felt so sorry for Kim, but felt so happy for myself. I would be able to regain my special love of the summer...the perfect lover, confidante, kindred spirit. We could "jam" together before I left him once again for a 3 month tour of the states and then Canada. When he arrived Kim looked different. His hair was longer than before, he had long bangs,and he sported soft curls... his clothes were more "feminine" than anything that he had worn when we were together.... when I met him coming from the plane he was wearing a billowy poet's blouse over denim colored leggings and clogs. I thought this looked rather sexy, but I'm sure loads of people weren't able to tell if he was a man or a woman. Then when I approached him to kiss him, I noticed he was wearing makeup.......foundation, light color on his lips, and faint shadow on his eyes, and his eyelashes were extra long. As we embrace I whispered..."Kim it is like a dream to have you back in my arms......and by the way, I love your new "look", but I'm also somewhat surprised by it. " He said, after a long passionate embrace "Gretchen darling, I've been rooming with another dancer since you left to save expense, and he's led me to be more progressive in my life......encouraging me to be who I want to be, and not to worry about what people think about the way that I look." "Were you two lovers?" I asked. "Occasionally, but not seriously. Part of the reason we got shut down was the open homosexuality of the troupe, both the guys and the girls. But no, I never really harbored strong emotional feelings for him. I knew I wanted to come home to you!" "Well. you know that I always loved the "feminine" side of you, Kim, and helped promote it myself, sometimes for selfish reasons, like sex, but I never really thought you were that comfortable with it", I said. "Do you want to become a woman?" "No,no, nothing like that. I'm simply making a statement of style, of freedom, nothing more, nothing less." "Well, the way you look to me, I want to make love to you right here in the terminal" I exclaimed! "By the way, your hair looks lovely, Kim.....is that a perm you've got? "Is it that noticeable? Yes, it is......Jean-Pierre took me last week after the Ballet folded for a makeover at an in town salon. They did my hair, my face, my nails...I even got a body wrap.......he convinced me that the curls would look good. After they gave me 3 glasses of wine and the body massage, I said yes to everything. So there you have it." Do you still love me, Gretchen? I mean, if you don't like the new look, I will cut off my hair, change into jeans and a tee, and grow a beard." "You will positively do no such thing! I think your new look is adorable. It suits you. Really it does, and it suits me too. Now let's go home and make love". We made passionate love that night......when I took it upon myself to disrobe Kim I found that his pubic area was trimmed into a shape of a heart. "Who did that?" "What do you mean? he responded. "Who shaped your pubic area into a pretty heart? It's darling...was it Jean-Pierre?" "No, it was one of the stylists at the salon....after my body wrap, while I was receiving a pedicure and manicure a woman performed her "magic"..... I'm really a little embarrassed about it.....but she insisted that it's the "thing" in Paris right now for women.......I told her but I'm not a woman...and she said "no, but by the looks of you it seems that you are very interested in wanting to become one, nest'pas?". I said "um, I see". Well, after lovemaking we talked all night, and I apprised him of what was happening with my attempt to replace Elaine. We even got our guitars out and I shared with him our new tunes. He picked them up so fast, and added these great solo figures to my chords. I was like in heaven...my songs were immediately better through his creative ideas. "I do so wish we weren't an all girl band, Kim, cause you'd be on the road with us in a flash otherwise." "That would be so much fun, Gretchen.....can't you just tell Columbia that you want to use a guy?" "I mentioned the possibility that we might need one, and they said it would break our contract.......they are explicit about us being an all girl band. That's their main strategy for marketing us...you know it's all big business. Of course you wouldn't want to carry your journey a little farther and become one for us now, would you dearest Kim?" "No Gretchen, as much as I love playing the guitar and as much as I love you, my life is ballet. I don't think I want to become a woman...you mean like with an operation an all that? no, no......and I certainly couldn't continue my ballet career as a woman.....I've never been en pointe!" Well, I had to ask, Kim...you know...I would love you the same if you were a man or a woman. I guess I was just thinking rather selfishly there for a minute....my perfect world as opposed to everyone else's. I'm sorry. It's just your new look today made me hot for you, but also gave me the idea that you might be receptive to this guitarist thing. Seriously it never entered my mind until we started jamming". "You know, Gretchen, it's kind of tempting. I would love to be on tour playing hot guitar licks and making music by your side. I wouldn't even mind the short hiatus from dancing, although I couldn't be away from the barre too long. But if that means that I would have to permanently change my body....I'm afraid I would have to say no." I kissed him, and silently we both fell asleep in each other's arms. Now, I told you that I come from money, and I'm spoiled, so I'm used to getting what I want. I have quite a hefty trust fund, so the tour isn't for the millions...it's for the fame...my fame. After all, most of the tunes are mine..I'm the lead singer, and the front person. And my skirt's the shortest! So the next morning I weighed the option of listening to 10 more poor lead guitarists, girls who were more concerned with their boobs sticking out above their stratocaster guitar, than the solos they play on it, or considering a plan of action. What plan of action would that be? You don't think that I would sacrifice the life and career of my lover and friend for my own ambitions, do you? Well, think again. My mind was in full gear by noon, and it was not about to stop until I had thought out a plan to get Kim into the band, with or without his approval. He spent the next 2 days visiting his mother in Cambridge. When he got back to my apartment on the weekend, he told me how she was surprisingly approving of his new look. He told me that she had always doted on him, treating him so very special, and had no qualms about his "non masculine" ways. She told him that she loved his hair long like that, and that his look brought out the "angel" in him that she always saw when she thought of her beloved Kim. It was his mom that wanted him to experience ballet, play music, read great books. Dad left when Kim was 4....about the time his baby curls were extending down his back, and mom wouldn't allow them to be cut off. Mom and dad fought often about their only child, and mom won out. She even taught Kim to sew at an early age. I said" I'm so glad that Beth(Kim's mom) approves. She seems like such a lovely person. I wish my mom had been that progressive with me. You wouldn't believe how she always reacted to my playing electric guitar, and getting that first tattoo, let alone my first nose ring. She still doesn't know that I have my nipples pierced. If Beth was my mom, ...wow, I can't even imagine how I might of turned out.....but then again, I kinda did all the things I wanted to do anyway." "Well, Gretchen, Beth said she is so glad I'm home and back in your loving arms. I think she would really like you." "I know I will like her too, and we must meet soon," I said. I wonder if she would like me after I enacted my plan. I made some quick calls. I have a friend who graduated college with me, went on to medical school, and is now a plastic surgeon. She was also a voracious lover of mine, and we were hot and heavy through senior year. If it wasn't for my ambitions of rock and roll, we might still be together. When I called Ingrid Taylor, she was very happy to see me, and remarked that she heard I had made an album, and wanted to hear all about the upcoming tour. After catching her up on the situation, I brought up my dilemma, and confided in her that I needed(wanted?) to take some drastic steps. She understood, accepted the request that I had made, but pleaded for anonymity. I completely assured her that all of this would be between us and that Kim would willingly agree to the procedure in writing. She openly wondered how I was going to convince him to do something so drastic. "You should see him. He's halfway there now in his appearance. All I need to do is convince him he'd be better off if he went all the way. And I'll do that over the next 2 days. We arranged times and location. She faxed me forms that she had from a psychologist that works with people with gender issues, and sometimes refers those patients to Ingrid after therapy for eventual surgery. If I got Kim to sign those, she would be free to fulfill my requests. My plan was now in full gear. That evening I came home with some fine wine, some sad stories to tell Kim about the poor guitar playing I had heard, and some great hallucinogenic drugs that I got from my drummer. Kim had gone all out, making dinner for the 2 of us. Mouth watering crepes, and a wonderful salad. "He looked so good in his hip length tunic over his dance tights(I specifically asked him to wear his tights when I left that morning). He knew how much I adored his legs, and since he didn't go out all day, it wasn't a problem. Once again he took to making up his face, and I even noticed that his eyebrows were thinner with a slight feminine arch to them. "Kim, you look so wonderful. You know I can't resist you when you show off your beautiful legs. But I'm a little surprised that you plucked your own eyebrows.........you did didn't you?" "Yes, just a little. Jean-Pierre tried to get me to on numerous occasions, but it wasn't until I got home here to you, and felt so comfortable with you and your approval of my new look that I ever thought of doing anything with them......do they look okay?" "Yes, darling, they look wonderful......it's a start....maybe I can help you with them if you want to really do a good job". "You mean even more than now? I don't know, Gretchen.....I'm not that bold". "Sure you are, Kim...you have the complete support of me...and even your mom. Well, let's eat, drink, be merry and make love." We did all of those things, and I laced his 4 glasses of wine with my "special powder" My drummer, Bonnie, told me it's a mild mind numbing hallucinogen. Kind of a "truth" serum, per se. Well, it sure relaxed him and opened up his head to suggestion. He was like putty in my hands. By the time we got to discussing the future, he was willing to do anything I suggested. So around midnight, I got out my portable tape recorder, turned on record, and pulled out the legal documents. Kim was feeling extra fine, was very relaxed, and I was massaging his legs gently, which I knew he loved. I then asked him "Kim, you know I want you to join the band, don't you." "Yes", he said "but there's no way I can because of that contract. There's nothing more that I want right now than to be in your band...you know that. It would be great. We could be on the road together.........you know I'd even masquerade as a girl if you wanted me to....I can't believe I just said that, but I would." "I couldn't believe he said that either, but this drug was sure having an effect on Kim, so I went with it. "Kim, darling, that's such a wonderful idea, but we would surely be found out, and then we'd be sued. I can't take that chance with my band. The only way for us to get you to be a band member is to afford you with some permanent attributes of femininity. I know that you'd do that for me if I asked, wouldn't you?" "What do you mean?" I was afraid he was reverting back into rational thinking, so I started lightly caressing his penis and with my other hand circling his nipples with my fingers......."Why Kim, if we were able to give you real breasts, you know like mine.......that you love so much.....we could probably get away with this deception for as long as forever". "How in the world would you give me breasts?" "Why, implants of course, Kim. If you ever tired of them we could always remove them...but I bet you would grow to love them...I know I would love them on you"! "If you want me to have breasts, Gretchen, and you promise to love me forever, I'll be glad to do it"! "Tell me that you really want your own set of breasts, Kim" I spoke in an assertive demeanor, as I was bringing him closer to climax every second. "Yes, yes, yes.....I want my very own set of beautiful breasts"! He exclaimed. My job was half done, so I held back on my massaging for a bit. "You know, darling, if we also got rid of those testicles under your beautiful penis, we could make your transition to "femininity" much easier....especially since all that nasty male testosterone would be gone if your balls were." I resumed my caress of his nipples and penis. "You want me to get my testicles removed? But Gretchen, I could never go back then..I mean you can't put them back on after you take them off"! "No, but even as a man, you don't really need them........if we're to have a future together, you know neither of us want children, and I love you as the "Feminine" individual you are becoming. The removal by a surgeon of your testicles will help you achieve the body and mindset I honestly feel you are striving for". I had him ten seconds away from climax.........."Would you love me if I had my testicles removed?" "I love you so much now, Kim, and I will love you so much more when you have breasts like mine and no more balls to get in the way!" "Alright then, I want to have my testicles removed!" he shuddered as he spoke and came at the same time. I never saw a more substantial climax before by Kim. He made a monumental mess, and he collapsed back on the couch in a heap. "I love you, darling". I said as I shut off the cassette recorder. I now had his wishes recorded, and only needed his signature. I went to the drawer, pulled out the forms, and brought them over to him with a pen. "Kim, I wasn't you to acknowledge what you just told me with your signature". I had really taken a chance by bringing him to climax, but I had confidence in my powers of persuasion."Kim, this will be so great for both of us. You and me together on tour..making great music, making great love....a life together for eternity........please sign and let's be done with the old Kim, and welcome the new, improved Kim". I started to caress him, kissing him all about the face, while my hand probed his newly aroused penis once more. "Are you sure you will love me forever?" "Of course, darling. I promise." I bet by now you are considering what a selfish bitch I am for potentially ruining the dancing career and the life of my dearest friend and lover for my own ambitions? You're right. I am a selfish bitch, but when I made the commitment to stay with Kim forever, I mean it and will.............or at least until something better comes along. So after I told him how much I loved him again, he signed in the 3 places required, not realizing that his mind wasn't really running at peak capacity. Between the drug, the wine, and my wonderful lovemaking talents, Kim was really beside himself, and was soon to be more and less of him/herself, after our weekend visit to Ingrid's clinic. He climaxed again, and within a few minutes fell fast asleep. I put the tape in a safe drawer, and put the forms into an envelope that I express mailed the next day to Ingrid for her to file and send copies to the state medical board for their records. When Kim woke up in the morning, I had breakfast waiting for him. "You were so great last night, Gretchen......but I'm having a hard time remembering alot of it." "That's quite normal, Kim darling...me too. Between the loving and the wine, we were both swept away in the moment. In fact I plan on doing it again tonight....okay with you?" "Of course, by all means dear. I would never refuse a chance to make love with you. You make me feel so wonderful!" "Well, tonight will be even better. Armed with more drugs, more wine, I started over after another wonderful dinner. This time I asked him to change into different outfits of mine, and model for me, so I could take some pictures, and he accommodated me in an instant. I took loads of pictures....which he readily posed for, closeups, and full shots. This would serve with the ones I had taken over the past few days to document his feminine tendencies. My digital camera dates all photos, so I had no worries about proof(if I ever needed it) that the operation he was about to unwittingly submit to was of his own desire. As he was getting more"out of it", I was engaging in some mind control....."You know Kim, last night you confessed to me that you wanted breasts like mine............I would love for you to have them.....you do want them as much as I think you do, don't you....you would look so wonderful with them, you will love the feel of them......?" "If that's what I said last night, then yes, I do want breasts of my own....anything for you dear........" "Well. Kim, we'll go right now and get them then......but in order for your body to fully accept it's new additions, we'll need to remove those ugly testicles down there.........that's okay with you, right?" He was falling out of conscience fast...and said" yes, Gretchen, whatever you want me to do...I love you and I trust you completely..........." his voice was starting to trail off, so I quickly got on my coat, put a coat around him, and walked him out to the car. I quickly got him in the back seat where he lay sleeping, and I then drove the 35 miles to Ingrid's clinic. She had arranged to have one nurse on duty to assist in the surgery, and when I arrived the three of us helped a very groggy Kim out of the car and into the building. With our assistance he was able to walk to the operating room, and only once did he ask where he was. I made it a point in front of the nurse to tell him that we were at the clinic for his procedure, the one that he wanted so dearly to receive. To my good fortune he repeated back to me "you mean I'm going to get my own breasts now?" I said "Yes, darling......your wishes will be accommodated by Dr. Taylor. When you wake up tomorrow, you will be the girl you always dreamed of becoming." The nurse, hearing it all, looking at Kim in full makeup, hair curled, negligee on, nails painted was certainly convinced. An hour later, with just enough anesthetic to completely put out my "project", Kim,Ingrid began the procedure. She removed his testicles first, followed by the breast implantation. She had asked me about size, and I stated that his..or should I say her appearance was important to the band, so it was probably prudent to go to at least a C cup....even a little bigger than my own. Okay, so I'm a little jealous.....size never really meant that much to me....until my boyfriend acquired larger breasts than me.....and shapely too. I must say, as days went on, it just seemed so natural for him to have these wonderful tits.....they became him immediately, and he became the girl that I wanted him to be as well....at least in appearance. It was two days before he was fully back to normal. The operation took alot out of him, and he was out of it until Sunday morning. I was there when he woke up. The first question he asked was "Were we in an accident? Why am I in this bed? Was I hurt? Are you okay, darling....please tell me you weren't hurt in the accident." "No dear, there was no accident. You told me that it was your desire to play in my band, and if it was necessary to become a woman to do so, then that's what you wanted to do. So here we are!" "What are you talking about? I don't remember too much, but I somewhat remember talking about doing it, but I didn't think we were seriously considering it." "Well, here are your words on tape, Kim..."as I played an edited version of his exclamation to me of wanting breasts and the removal of his testicles.......and then showed him the signatures. "Did you drug me or something?" "No Kim, when we were both flush with wine and in the midst of true passionate love, our deepest and innermost feelings came forward. You expressed them out loud to me. You know I have the financial resources to make your wishes come true....and I did!" He was now looking quite pale "You don't mean that I've been operated on...do you? Please say that the procedure hasn't taken place yet.please, please..." "Kim, get a hold of yourself. First off, I love you dearly, and always will. Second, take your hand and put it on your chest......" Although groggy and moving in a slow deliberate fashion, he was able to lift his right arm and set it on his chest....as he placed his hand down he screamed.."Oh no, oh God, it's too late........what have I done". I comforted him....."It's beautiful what you have done, Kim, and I am proud of your courage for making the decision." "Gretchen, please tell me that if I reach down further that I still will find everything still attached?"......."Kim, your penis is still there just as it was before you decided to augment your beauty with these wonderfully feminine breasts. I will in fact help you in your upcoming transition, while you're touring as a member of the "Schoolgirls! And you know I will love you forever!" "No Gretchen, on the tape you played I spoke about having my testicles removed.......the doctor didn't take them, did he?" "He didn't take them, Kim"...."oh thank God", Kim exclaimed......"She did" I coyly responded. In fact here they are in this little jar. Dr. Taylor thought you might like to take them home as a remembrance to the "old Kim. Kim passed out.......he awoke about an hour later. He cried like a baby. I comforted him. He cried until he had no more tears left. "Gretchen, I can't believe that I have done these things to myself. I don't blame you, as you were only following out my wishes. I still can't believe that I wanted this.......what do I do now?" "It's quite simple, Kim. On Tuesday you should be well enough to leave the clinic. On Wednesday we get you fitted with a new wardrobe, and on Thursday I introduce you to the band as our new lead guitarist, Kim Sheffers!" "But what about my dancing....I can never regain my professional dance career as a female dancer......never." He sobbed. It was as if his true reason for living was shattered. And I thought I meant so much to him. "Kim, I'm sorry that you won't be able to dance like you did before...but what about as a modern dancer, or as a teacher, or just for fun....especially for me, darling. Don't I factor in to this equation?" He continued to sob "Please forgive me, Gretchen, I didn't mean to imply that ballet is more important to me than you are. It's just that I've done such a drastic thing to myself...I don't think I can cope with it this fast. I mean, what should I do now.....maybe I should go the rest of the way and be rid of my penis too......" He continued to break down and cry. At that point Dr. Taylor came into the room. "My my, who's crying here? Tears of joy perhaps? "No Dr. Taylor", I said, Kim here is having pangs of doubt over what he has done to himself". "What he has done is to change himself into a beautiful young woman. Let me see what we have done here...let's remove your bandages." End of Part One