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Hugh and the Virus By Jillian Permission is granted to repost the story in it's entirety, crediting the author, is hereby granted. I would also like to invite other authors to add their tales to the Virus Universe. Hugh had always secretly admired women, not as a potential mate but more by wishing he was one and able to wear all their pretty clothes. Then, as news of the accidental release of a sex-changing virus from a weapons plant in the former USSR, he struggles to come face to face with the inevitable reality that his wish is soon to come true. With this ahead of him, Hugh battles with his own inner feelings and emotions as he tries to understand the changes his life is soon to undergo. And then, with the reality that his long-held secret wish has actually come to fruition, he finds that being a woman is much more than just looking pretty. Reviews appreciated. ************************************************************************** Every job I've ever held has been first taken with one criterion in mind, it had to allow me to work with and be around women. You see I'm something of a klutz as a man, large and awkward in almost everything I do. Women, on the other hand, are so graceful, so elegant that I envy them immensely. Simply watching them move is a sheer delight for me. Every part of their bodies moves together, like a cats while I, on the other hand, move more like a dog, disjointed and stiffly. Are my feelings sexual in any way? Maybe. But in my mind it's far more a matter of being envious of the innate grace women have that most men lack, myself in particular. If there is anything sexual about it I guess it's the accompanying envy I have of their soft curves and the clothing these same curves accentuate. In comparison, my large, muscular body is an aberration at least in my mind's eye. My external parts seem so awkward and so useless in spite of their intended functions and especially in comparison to the soft curves and hidden parts women possess instead. Am I really saying I wish I had been born a girl? Yeah, in a way I guess I am. I've even tried crossdressing to see what it was like and man, did I look stupid! How many girls do you know that are 6'3' tall and weigh 227 lbs.? Just about the time in my life when I felt I was doomed to just envying women the news began to spread about the virus that changed everyone's sex. It had allegedly been accidentally released when the lab that was working on it had some kind of disaster. Leave it to the Russians to do something like this, work on some stupid virus to change people's sex. I wonder what the hell they were planning to do with it, anyway? I heard about this thing over the weekend when I was off work but when I went back in on Monday morning, it was all everyone was talking about, customers and all my co-workers. I think that all the girls were crying and most of the guys acted like the world is coming to an end so I guess I'm the odd person out in thinking this virus thing was good news. Well, at least I know now how to talk with people, I need to act as upset as they are. Some people didn't appear to know what was going on until someone told them and that would start all the women crying all over again. Personally, I find this whole story a bit hard to believe. I mean c'mon now. a virus that can change a person's sex? During the day, however, as more and more people talk about the reports they've heard on the radio and TV news, I begin to wonder if maybe it's more than just a figment of everyone's imagination. Not until the night the President came on TV to announce that he had intentionally exposed himself to the virus and had undergone the change did I finally believe it. To see him, now her, in a nice, tasteful dress and wearing high-heeled shoes convinced me this whole deal was for real. Now, the question is do I really want what I've always thought I wanted? With the truth of this situation now staring me straight in the face do I really want it to happen to me? Suddenly, many of the disadvantages women face each day suddenly take on a new light. What had appeared to me previously was only what I envisioned as the advantages, now I'm faced with considering all the disadvantages as well. Just for the hell of it, one night after I get home from work, I sit down and make a couple of lists out; the pros and cons of being female, as I see them now. Pros: * Soft, sexy curves * Breasts * An empty crotch * Attractive clothes * Having meals paid for on dates * Feeling pretty * Long, soft hair Cons: * Being hit on by men all the time * Menstrual cycles * Potential pregnancy * Wearing high heels all day * Time spent getting beautiful * Need more clothes than men I could have gone on and on in far greater detail but this was done just for the hell of it so I simply don't bother. All in all, I eventually decided, there were about as many pros to being a woman as there are things against it. Now what I have to do, at least for now, is to try to get into the mindset that when and if this does happen to me and I do catch this darned virus, I'm as mentally prepared for it's outcome as I can be. Over the following few days at work, I enter into discussions with my co-workers about this thing and what all the government is planning to do to help all of us get through it. I will say that there's a lot of really good-natured teasing that's going on, back and forth between the girls and the guys. False humor being used to mask everyone's real fears maybe? It also serves, this teasing, for each "side" to get a better idea what's facing them, based on the razzing we do of each other. Some of the stuff the girls tease the guys about are; wearing bras so our boobs won't hang down to our navels when we get older, having periods and all that goes with them - the cramps, the bloated feeling and so on, having to sit down to pee, OB/GYN exams where we'll have to lie on a table with our feet in the air and spread apart while some Doctor pokes around inside of us and so on ad infinitum. Then again, we give them our side of being men and they get an earful as well; paying for everything on a date, shaving our faces every day, getting hit in the crotch, wearing neckties, for a few examples. In the next day's paper an announcement is made telling of the five clothing exchange sites being set up by the city and where to call for psychological help in making the adjustment if we feel it's needed. Making note of the one closest to my place, I clip the article out and stick it up on my fridge in case I need it later. Then, just for the hell of it, I pack up three sets of my oldest clothes that are still in wearable condition, suits I don't wear anymore and so on. Based on the story in the paper, clothes will be exchanged on a one for one basis for at least a month after a person's changed. After that, everything left over will be handed out on a first come, first served basis. Also, temporary ID's will be made up when a person first goes in to exchange clothing and based on our SSN's. One good thing about all this is that it will be illegal to fire anyone after they've changed regardless of their ability to do the job they were hired to do and until a new position is found for them. At least the job I have now won't be in jeopardy, sales positions are filled by both sexes where I work and it won't affect my ability to do my job when I have to show up in a dress. I will most likely, though, be transferred to a new department since it's not "proper" for women to sell men's suits. Lingerie maybe? To minimize staffing concerns since it just wouldn't work well to have the entire store out sick if we were to all catch the virus at the same time, the minute a person feels they've caught it, we're to call in and remain off work until we've changed and traded for some appropriate clothes to wear when we do come back. For maybe the first time I can remember, a directive from the front office actually makes sense. On my first day off after hearing about this virus for the first time, I decide to do a little research. Well, that's what I'm calling it anyway. In fact, I decide to go to the local Hooter's to watch the servers and how they act while they're working. Besides I love those low-cut tops and tight, orange shorts they wear. Ordering a beer after I take a seat at the end of the bar, my favorite perch because I can watch the bar gal when she bends over to get into the coolers and get a good view down into her top, I sit comfortably and just look around the room at the other people who are here. I notice in paying closer attention than I normally do that most of the servers appear to be wearing high-cut panties or even thongs and that on but a few can I see even a hint of panty-line. Of course they're all wearing push-up bras to give them that over-flowing look Hooter's is so famous for. The pantyhose they're wearing are the nude-to-the-waist style, too. Funny how I never paid much attention to these details before. Trying to imagine myself as one of them, wearing the semi-revealing outfits they're wearing while I work is an exercise in futility, I quickly discover, it's simply impossible to do. Next I think I'll drive over to the mall and look at the women there. A few minutes later I'm inside and strolling around, looking into the store windows and at all the different sizes and shapes of women who are here shopping in the case of the older ones, and just mall-cruising for the younger girls. For a time, I concentrate on the stores, wondering what it will be like for me to have to buy stuff from these cosmetic counters, have my hair done in one of the beauty salons and buy lingerie in either a department store or maybe Victoria's Secret. I just can't picture myself being able to hold bras and panties in my hands as casually as these women do. All the years of wishing I were female pale when faced with the stone- cold reality of it's apparent imminence and all it will entail. Stopping for a cup of coffee in one of the mall-side cafes, I turn my attention to all the various stages of dress and near undress of the gals who pass by the place. women on a break from their jobs in dresses or ladies suits and high-heels to the teenagers in shorts and halter-tops, many of whom aren't even wearing a bra. Short and tall, slim and heavy, young and old, they all have one thing in common of course, the femininity they were born with. As do all the men have their masculinity, of course, and both of which are soon to be turned upside down and inside out by this virus. As things stand now, we're each comfortable as who and what we are but I can't help but wonder how long, if ever, it will be before we're able to feel comfortable after we have all caught this virus and suffered it's effects. Will there still be a war between the sexes to be fought? What will happen to modesty between men and women, if anything? What about the alleged glass ceiling in the workplace, will there still be one? And how about the `dating game', how will it's rules change, or will they? Will there be a mass return to chastity or will we have another sexual revolution? How about the divorce rate, will it rise or fall as currently married couples try to adjust and remain inside their vows. And what will happen to the birth rate? How many current men will suddenly find themselves pregnant as they struggle to adjust to a totally new and different set of sexual feelings and responses? It seems to me that the world's going to be an all-together different place when all is said and done. Something else that occurs to me while I'm sitting here alone, almost every woman who has walked by me here has been with another woman. The few exceptions have been anything but the norm, maybe single moms picking something up before their kids get out of school or a working lady who is picking up something during her lunch hour. I wonder, are women more social creatures than men or is it some sort of in-born defense mechanism to protect them from us? A way, maybe, to keep from being hit on all the time? I can't help but wonder, in looking at all the different women here in the mall, how I'll turn out. Will I end up good-looking enough and with a nice enough figure to be one of the girls at Hooter's or will I be over- weight and plain looking? And what if I am pretty enough to be a Hooter's girl, will I like it or will I wish I was still a guy? Will I have a large chest, average or maybe small? Will I end up tall for a girl, average or maybe even tiny? What do I want, in fact? How would I like to look as a girl? Later on in the day, after I've messed around in the mall until I got bored, I come home and begin to think more about the question of how I'd like to look after I get the virus. I mean why not, it's not like my just thinking about it will make it happen, right? Let's see now. a bit less than average height maybe, say 5' 4" tall. Weight just right for that height, too, maybe 110 lbs. or so. Nice butt, of course, and legs, too. long and shapely for my height. Now, what about my chest. large enough to not be grotesque but definitely above average for the rest of my body. And with nice prominent nipples and slightly puffy areola that are well defined from the rest of my breasts. I mean, hey, why not go for the gold, right? In that vein, how about very little pubic hair while I'm at it? Well, a fella can always dream, right? Back at work over the next couple of weeks, almost all anyone can talk about is this virus thing and about they think it's going to affect them when they change. How they're either looking forward to it and why or that they really don't want to be affected by it at all and wish they're among the 20% who aren't. I discover, quite by chance when I happen to overhear a conversation between a couple of my co- workers, that some people are forming alliances of sorts, a man and a woman who agree to help each other after they've both changed. I think about this idea for awhile and decide to not get involved, preferring to go it alone instead, assuming it does affect me. Why? Maybe I'm just a private sort of person and want to deal with it on my own. The TV news each night, both local and national, track the progress of the virus as it spreads across the country and we're able, here locally, to kind of gauge when this city will first feel it's affects. The worst part about this damned bug is that a person is most contagious before they feel at all sick from it so there's no way to know if a person's been exposed until they feel the flu-like symptoms themselves. And even then, some people's natural resistance will help them fight it off for a time such that a dozen people, all exposed at the same time, will get sick with it at different times. Less than a week later, the first of my co-workers fails to show up for work and the boss tells us she called in with it. Well, time is sure short now, assuming I'm not one of those 20% who are immune to its effects. Three or four days pass before I wake up with a slightly sore throat and a bit of a headache. I guess the time has come for me be sick with this damned thing so the first thing I do is pick up the phone and call in to tell the HR department I have it. After doing my usual morning things like starting the coffee and washing up, brushing my teeth etc., I sit down in front of the TV and turn it on, sipping on my first hot cup of morning coffee. After the morning news, I head back into the bedroom to get things ready to do all the packing up of my current clothes so I can turn them in later and get clothes more appropriate to whatever kind of a body I'll end up with. Like almost everyone I know, I went out and got a number of boxes to use for this, still not put together but to have them ready. At this point, all I really feel like doing is to put them together, taping the bottoms up and stacking them up in the corner. Next, and just so I won't have to do it later, I take all my dirty clothes down to the laundry in the basement to get them clean and ready to be exchanged. Until this is over with, the only thing I'm going to wear other than my skin is an old pair of sweats I can and will wear afterwards, too. Then it's off to the closest drugstore to stock up on over-the-counter remedies that I hope will minimize the affects of this flu-like bug. You know. aspirin, cough syrup, Nytol and so on. I just hate being sick, period. It's hard to judge when trying to compare one's self to others but I don't think this thing is hitting me as hard as the reports on TV indicate it's hitting some people. The hospitals for instance, are filled with people for whom this virus is almost deadly while I, on the other hand, am sick it's not nearly as hard on me as it seems to be on some other people. Each day has been almost bearable as I near the fateful fifth day, the morning after the fourth night to be exact when people wake up to find themselves changed. Going to bed that fourth night, I find it extremely difficult to get to sleep, my fears and trepidation of what the morning will bring keeping me awake until well past midnight. Geez, waking up is so hard to do. it's like I'm made of molasses. But as I do, slowly and surely, I realize what day it is and what the morning sun may have brought with it. Aware that for some reason I'm lying on my back rather than my side, as I normally am when I first wake up, I decide to lay still and see if I can sense any differences. Looking only up at the ceiling and not moving a muscle, I think about my body, starting from my head down. Damn, I can't tell if there's a bit of difference! Does this mean I'm immune? No, wait a second. normally my feet touch the footboard of the bed since I'm 6'2" tall. But now they don't, at least I don't feel it. Let's see if I can sense anything else. between my legs maybe? They're apart slightly but is there anything between them? I think I have to pee but do I have my usual morning semi-erection? Funny, I don't feel it. And having to pee feels kind of different, too. The more I think about it, I can't feel anything between my legs now. does it mean what I think it means? Well, there's only one way to find out so I move about in bed slightly and the sensations I get in return are far different than those I've been used to. a gentle movement of weight on my chest and a sense the covers are heavier than they were last night. Well, to hell with it, let's find out for sure I tell myself. Tossing the covers aside I sit up and swing my legs out of bed amazed to find my feet no longer touch the floor, as if that's all I find. A full head of reddish-brown hair hangs part way down my back and two, very large female breasts now hang off my chest. Their weight, while obvious to me, isn't at all uncomfortable although it is going to take some getting used to. Looking between them and down to my groin, the absence of any external parts both shocks and pleases me and the near total lack of pubic hair, but for a few strands, allows me to easily see the upper portion of the female genitalia that now lies hidden further back between my legs. Speaking of them, I straighten one out and easily point my toes while I admire how shapely they are now. Gosh, my feet are so small now! Back to more pressing matters, I really do have to use the bathroom so I slide forward until my feet hit the floor and standing up, head for the bathroom. One of the first things I notice as I walk to it is that this new body seems like it's made of Jell-O, every part of me seems to jiggle and bounce, especially these boobs. Sitting down on the commode to go, I find it a bit tricky to use the right muscles I need to let it go and when I do, it's so unlike how I was used to it feeling. No longer a steady stream, it's now more of a gush that explodes out of me from way back deep between my legs. And unlike before, the sensation itself is a much more internal one, too. When I'm done, I take a small wad of toilet tissue and use it to dry myself, something I'll have to remember to do each time from now on. Next to wash my face and brush my teeth, then I'll go start the coffee which I forgot to do first. Looking at my reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink, the girl looking back at me has a mess of tangles in her hair from sleeping on it all night but in spite of that, she's more than simply pretty, she's downright attractive. Maybe her best feature are her eyes, too, a deep, emerald green. Wow. Using a washcloth like I always do to wash my face, I'm surprised in a way that it feels so normal. Oh well. Now to brush my teeth and here's where it gets interesting. when I lean forward and bend down over the sink these big boobs of mine swing out beneath me and slap against the edge. Standing up straighter so they won't hit the sink, they still swing around beneath me as I brush my teeth and it's hard for me to keep from laughing, it feels so damned funny! I'm aware of two totally different sets of sensations when I leave the bathroom and walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs to start the coffee pot, the absence of anything between my legs and the very obvious bounce and jiggle of my new boobs. Oh wait, there's something else too. my butt. It's moving around more than I'm used to too. In the kitchen and when I reach to turn the coffeepot on, I suddenly become aware of something else, too, I'm nowhere near as tall as I was just last night. Damn, that too? In fact, I'm so short now that I have to get a stool out of the closet just to reach the cups on the second shelf in the cupboard. I'll have to change things around in the kitchen, I can see that now. When the coffee's ready and I've fixed my first cup, I take it into the front room to sip on while I watch the morning news on TV. One thing about having these boobs I've already discovered is that every time I move one of my arms, they brush against the sides of them, that's going to take some getting used to, too, I think. When the news is over, I decide to get some of my old clothes packed up so I can go trade them in. I might as well do it right way instead of waiting, too. Let's see now, what did they say the trade deal was again? Four complete sets of ladies clothes for every three man's? Yeah, I think that was it, sounds about right anyway. And I think all girls get brand new panties, too, for sanitary reasons. After first rinsing out my coffee cup and turning the pot off, I head back into the bedroom to start packing. Doing so with these big boobs dangling and bouncing around is quite disconcerting but also rather fun, I always did wonder what it would be like and now I know. it's distracting to say the least. Eventually, after decided to keep a few things I can still maybe wear around the house, I have six sets packed up including two suits. I think I'll first see what, if anything, I can do with this hair though, before I got out in public with this mess of tangles. Trying to pull a comb through it I quickly find is a lost cause, there's just way too much hair so instead I look around in my drawers to see if I can find that old hair brush I used to use before I got my hair cut short. Oh yeah, this works a lot better and after only about five or six minutes of brushing all the tangles are gone. Now if I just had one of those things girls use to hold their hair back. what do they call them again? Oh yeah, I know. scrunchies. Maybe I'll stop at a drug store on my way home and pick a couple of them up. After three trips out to the car and back with the boxes, I'm ready to go trade them in and glad I have a first floor apartment. One thing I know I'm going to have to wear home is a bra, these darn tits of mine are flopping around all over the place without one. Picking up my car keys and billfold, and after I've readjusted the drivers seat in my car for my shorter legs, I'm off. Damn, it's hard to see over the steering wheel now, I'm going to have to get a cushion or something for the car, too. Finding the exchange warehouse is a piece of cake since it's in a part of town I'm familiar with and driving up to the dock, I pop the trunk and get out to unload it onto the dock. The guy who is standing by the door stops me though, saying, "Here ma'am, let me get them for you." My first experience with being a helpless girl and I can't say I don't enjoy it. After he's checked the contents, he hands me a receipt and tells me how to get up front to the ladies showroom. When a female clerk asks is she can help me, I tell her I'm a recent changee (the term being used for those affected by the virus) to which she says, "Then follow me and we'll get you measured." Down a long hallway and into a makeshift changing room I do just that, and undress completely down to my skin when she asks that of me as well. I must admit it feels funny to be naked like this in front of a total stranger but then again, she is another woman so it's not nearly as hard as I thought it might be. Taking the tape measure from around her neck, she takes measurements of about every part of me, making notes on small pad she carried in here with her. "Now just wait here for a couple of minutes and I'll bring a few things back for you to try on, just to make sure I have your sizes right, okay?" she asks me. When she returns maybe ten minutes later, she's carrying several bras with her. With her help then, I try each of them on per her instructions how to do so, trying to figure out which ones are the most comfortable. Having picked two, she tells me to keep the one on and she lays the other one aside and takes the others back out front with her. When she comes back this time, it's with a couple packs of panties and of pantyhose, of all things. When I open the first pack, I happen to see the size. they're six's. And looking over at the pantyhose packs, I see they're size B, whatever in the hell that means. The panties she brings back for me to try on are plain white cotton ones and fully cut so they come all the way up to my waist, which I find is a bit uncomfortable. But they fit okay and I guess they'll do until I pick out a style I like better. "Okay honey, those pantyhose should fit you okay then, so go ahead and put them on so you con try on some shoes too. Then put your sweats back on and come on out front where you can start picking some things out to take home with you." This as she leaves me alone in the room. Now how in hell do I put these things on, I wonder? Trying to remember how I've seen girls do this before, I open a pack and take them out, rolling one leg up into my hand and stick my foot into it. A few minutes alter, after some tugging and pulling, I have them on and around my waist and I must mention here that they feel kind of nice, too. Now to head back out front after I pull the sweats on to see what I can find I might like. After innumerable trips back and forth to the changing room, I head home. In shopping bags in the back seat, I have six bras and about a dozen pairs of panties, six pair of pantyhose, four skirts and five blouses, two ladies business suits, two dresses, a couple pair of shorts and tops and at least a half dozen pairs of shoes, from sandals and flats to two inch high-heels. Plus, instead of the sweats I wore to get here, I have a mid-calf full skirt on and a sleeveless blouse with a pair of one-inch heels. My hair is up in a high ponytail and being held in place by white scrunchie, which they had two bins full of. (I grabbed at least a dozen of them, too.) I can say I feel a lot better now, dressed like this instead of in those sweats I was wearing. Not that I'm anywhere close to feeling comfortable in these clothes yet, but they are a lot cooler. After I've taken all the bags inside, I undress down to just my bra and panties before putting everything away. This part is tricky since I'm trying to get things organized for when I get more clothes and lingerie at the same time I'm putting these away. You know what I mean, what drawers in my dresser will I use for what, and so on. Okay, all done for this load, now I can sit down and read through that list of things I'll need the lady gave me at the exchange center. This is supposedly about the things women use and need that men don't, or use it a different form. * Ladies Razor's, preferably disposable * Deodorant for women * Douche * Tampons or Pads * Shampoo with conditioner * Cosmetics * Nail care products like files and polish * Skin care products * Bubble Bath (optional) Then there is a list of other optional stuff like hair barrettes, bobby pins and so on. In looking at the list, I decide this will call for me to shop in two different places, a drug store for most of the stuff and a department store for the makeup. Since I'm obviously going to have to begin wearing it, I might as well use the best stuff and besides, what's that thing I've heard of women doing, something about having their colors done or matched? So what time is it getting to be anyway. 1:30 in the afternoon already? Wow, I'd better get my ass in gear if I'm going to get all this done today. To save time and effort and just because I want to, I'm going to wear shorts and a tee-top when I go out this time, might as well have some fun with this cute little body, right? First stop will be the cosmetics counter in the store at the mall and then, after I have my face on, I drop in at the drugstore to pick up the other things I'll need. Once I'm back home, I dump all the bags out onto my bed, divide them into two piles, one going to the bathroom and the other remaining here, in the bedroom, then I put it all away and at the same time, box up all the leftover stuff I have laying around from when I was still a guy. deodorant, shaving cream, razors, etc. Let's see it's just past 4:00 o'clock now, think I'll get started boxing all the rest of my old clothes up, too, so I can trade them in tomorrow. I already know of a few things in particular I'll want to pick up from the exchange, tennis shoes for one thing and some sexier panties, even if it means I'll have to go buy them some place, I've had enough of these granny-panties. Oh, and I'll need some slips, too. But for now and what to do before I decide about dinner, I think this is a good time for me to take a bath. I've tried bubble baths before but I do kind of wonder if they'll feel any different in this hot little body. Plus, I do want to shave off the few stray hairs I have on my pussy and I might as well do my legs and underarms while I'm at it. Undressing first, of course, I start the tub filling and add some of the bath oil, then I see if I can tie my hair up any better so it won't get wet. Watching myself in the mirror above the sink, I can't help but admire the reflection of me doing this and how it makes my boobs move around. Gawd, but they're so neat. I just love them and they're even nicer to have than I thought they would be. Thus far, at least, being a woman is everything I thought it would be. In spite of the fears and misgivings I had about it, I think I'm going to get along okay in this body. Time will tell, of course, and the real test will be found when I go back to work next week. Over the next couple of days and as the weekend approaches, I finish exchanging my old clothes for new or slightly used one and fairly quickly am able to fill out my new wardrobe well enough to get by. In the course of doing so, I learn a lot more about what women have to go through when they choose to wear some of their fancier clothes, more than I'd have imagined for sure. For instance, one of the cocktail dresses I picked out requires me to wear it without a bra since it's backless. On the other hand, the high slit it has along the left thigh and the roughness of the fabric on the inside of the dress, call for a special, single use half-slip I can only wear with this particular dress. That it came with the dress tells me the previous owner knew this and that's why the packaged it up to go with the dress. Oh, and as for wearing it without a bra? It has built-in cups that not only lift and hold me, they cause that so sexy overflow of my breasts I always loved to see on certain women in similar dresses. I spend most of my time over the weekend applying and removing makeup, practicing if you will, to get a better handle on how to do it so I don't look like a two-dollar hooker. I've bought a reasonable number of ladies fashion magazines, too, especially ones that have makeup tips in the current issues and I'm using them to help me learn the tricks. Oh, and I got my ears pierced last week, too, the day after my change so they'll be mostly healed by the time I return to work. Yesterday, Friday, I wore a bra all day and up until about 8:00 that night, just to see how it would feel. Most of the time, I discovered, I barely even gave it a thought so I think wearing one at work, as I'll have to do, shouldn't be a problem. Today, on the other hand, I have yet to put one on. I enjoy how these big boobs move around on my chest too much and I'm going to take full advantage of the times I don't have to wear one, like this weekend. Shoot, I might even go out for lunch or something and not wear one then, either. I know I have a drop- dead body and I'm not going to become one of those girls who are ashamed of their bodies. So what if my nipples show through almost all my tops, it's no big deal, right? Don't get me wrong, I'm not going out with the sole idea of showing off, I don't think I could do that even if I wanted to. But if I make sure I look nice, have my makeup on and dress nicely, what's the harm? Sunday, after a light breakfast and three cups of coffee, I decide to go shopping. Who would have ever though I'd look forward to doing such a female thing? Actually, all I really want to do is go into the local Victoria's Secret shop and look around, maybe see if anything strikes my fancy. I know the stuff they sell is expensive but if I don't go overboard I should be able to afford a few things. Fancy things, to be sure, such as matching bra, panty and garter belt sets. Merry Widows with attached garters and so on, those especially sexy and sensual items of lingerie women enjoy wearing from time to time. I'm sure you know the sorts of things I mean, all the stuff women wear underneath the outer clothing that make them look so drop-dead gorgeous and sexy when they take them off? Going back to work was hard to do, at least for me and for the first couple of days. Not because I had to wear high heels all day, or because I was moved to a different department (To TV sales from Small Appliances) but solely a matter of having to face my co-workers for the first time. It took me maybe three weeks to figure out why I'd been transferred, more men buy TV's than do women and my figure was an asset, both to the store and to my own sales figures. Making more money as I soon began to do didn't cause me any regret, either, now I can buy even more pretty things. I began to have lunch with some of my former male co-workers and we quickly found we liked one another even more as girls, maybe because we found we could talk together more easily than we could as men. All in all, I'd have to say I'm much happier as a lady now, moreso by far than I was back when I was guy anyway. Girls really do have more fun. I might also add here that the hormones that are now coursing through this new body are starting to have an effect on me. I'm finding I like different shows on TV than I used too, for instance. Different books and movies, too. But most surprising of all, I find myself looking at men now. Oh, I still look at women too, but altogether differently than I used to. Now I look more at what they're wearing without a passing thought of what they do or don't have on underneath. Is my sexual orientation changing, yes, I'd have to say it is. I'm even thinking about getting married to a guy someday, assuming I can find Mr. Right, and of having his babies. I hate to think what getting pregnant will do to this wonderful figure, but it'll be more than worth it, I think. Life goes on, I guess, a second chance at it anyway. My entire future lies ahead of me now, and it's altogether different than the one I used to face, now isn't it? The End