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Adjustments By Starson Daly **** This is my second story, and it's taking longer than the first, so any help and suggestions would be helpful. *** [email protected] *****ICQ 85215431****** I guess it was convenient, I mean after all, it's not like anyone would REALLY notice. Well, my friends would, but they are my friends so I think I could get them to understand, not matter how bad things seemed. I mean, as long as I was happy, isn't that all that mattered? Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? I should begin from the start of it all. My name is Nia. A year ago, I was Devin, a 21 year- old college student with on his way to a degree in bioengineering. My parents died when I was six, but I was had a very happy childhood due to a stroke of luck. I was a ward of the state and was sent to live at the state's boarding house. It was near a nice neighborhood and all the children in town treated us at the boarding house as equals. We were allowed to go to school in town and live, which wasn't bad at all. That's where I met my best friends Dana and Murphy. We were inseparable all though out childhood and high school, so it was only natural that we all decided to go to college together. As it turned out, my parents as set up a quite a large trust fund for me and an insurance policy in case something were to happen to them, all to be given to me when I was 18. When it was all said and done, I applied to school with a nice bank account of about 450,000 dollars. Being a ward of the state, I got my college paid for by the government and I set off to Western State with Murphy and Dana in tow. Murphy and I became Bio majors and Dana got into Chemical Science. Our first few years went by without a hitch and out grades we normal. All three of us became lab rats and were constantly working on something. It was that kind of persistence that got us an internship at Polytron Labs, an international corporation that funded a lot of our department's work. It was last year that we were working for Polytron on a genetics project. It was supposed to isolate certain genes and rearrange them. If it worked, it would be possible to cure genetic diseases and wipe them out completely. It would even had made it possible for parents to pick and choose their child's hair color, eye color, height, weight, even sex before they were born. It was even supposed to be able to unleash new genes into the system and isolate new ones. Needless to say, I was a big deal and the project was on in its final stages. We pretty much observed and assisted, writing out reports and such for the lab's scientists. Every once and a while, we got to do an experiment, but it as usually one that had been done already and it was just to retest it and check the results. But it was exciting to be on hand for such a big deal. It was one day that we were supposed to be handling an experiment, and Murphy was supposed to be holding down an a dog. . . "Hold still, dammit!" Murphy struggled with the dog in his hand as I handed the needle to Dana. "Can't you keep him still?" She asked him. I watched as the small dog kept wiggling and barking while Murphy hand tried to hold it still. It was then that the dog jumped up at Dana and knocked her back into me. We fell back on the floor and I felt a sharp pain in a shoulder. We struggled to try and get up. "You two ok?" Murphy pulled us up from the floor and we started to look around. "Yeah, I'm ok." I inspected myself and was thankful for not having any dog piss on me. Dana nodded and Murphy went over to the other side of the room to get the dog from the corner. "I'll hold him this time," Dana told Murphy as to told the animal from his arms. She handed me the needle and I administered it without a problem. "There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" The puppy simply licked my face and Dana smiled. "Leave it to Murphy to make things difficult." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" Murphy got a giggle out of Dana as she put the dog back in its' cage. "Hey guys, it's time to get going." I looked at my watch and started cleaning up. Dana and Murphy helped out. We headed out to the car, and I suddenly felt a bit dizzy and cold. I stumbled into Dana for a second. "Devin, you ok?" "Uh. . yeah. . . . sure." I said as I got in the car. She looked at me funny for a second, and the dizziness continued. I just figured it was a just a headache from the bad smell of the animal lab. On the way home, I tried to keep from blacking out. I realized then it was getting serious, "uh, guys, I don't feel so good." Dana looked at me as we pulled into the driveway of the house. "Devin, your looking kind of pale. . ." "I feel like. . ." I was then that everything went black. Chapter 2-Changes I heard voices. It was still dark, but I heard their voices. "He's moving! Dana, come on! He's moving!" Silence again. "At least he's alright . . . well, sort of." "Well, what do we do?" "Shhh! Let him sleep!" "Dang, just asking. . ." I blinked my eyes and saw two blobs I supposed were my friends. I felt so groggy and light-headed it hurt when I tried to sit up. "Don't try to move, your still recovering." Dana told me. My vision started to clear up a bit, but I still felt funny. "Recovering from what?" said a voice. I say it was a voice because it wasn't mine. I said it, but that sweet-sounding voice wasn't mine. "Who else is in here?" I blinked at the voice coming from my mouth. That voice, the lovely voice was coming from me! I started to look around, then my head felt a bit heavier. I lock of shimmering brown hair fell in front of my eyes. I touched it and pulled at the strand. I felt a sensation on my head. Then my chest felt funny. I felt as if I had this new weight on my chest. I looked down at my chest and saw my shirt pushed out by two soft mounds. "Now Devin, don't freak . . . . ." Too late. A high-pitched scream came from my lungs and my friends held their ears. "I HAVE BREASTS!!! WHY DO I HAVE BREASTS???" I began to get frantic and emotional. Pulled myself up into a ball in a corner of the bed and began to shake. Dana and Murphy stared at me with a look of disbelief. "Devin, you've been asleep for five days now. You were changing right before our eyes. . ." Dana tired her best to soothe me and calm me down. I wouldn't have it. "Dana! I have BREASTS! I'm a MAN and I have BREASTS! I have the body of. . ." I suddenly realized something. I reached down between my legs and instantly felt a void there. . "oh my god. ." I whispered as tears formed in my eyes. I curled up tighter in the fetal position, laid down on the bed and softly cried. I felt someone sit next to be and stroke my back. "We've been keeping watch over you ever sense you passed out. You've been changing right in front of us." Dana whispered into my ear softly, trying to calm me down. I peaked out at her face though blurry eyes. "I. . I don't know what to do. . ." I whimpered softly to her. "Well, first off, you have to settle down, sweetie." Sweetie? I wondered where this came from. I sat up and looked at her. What I sight I must have made, sitting there like a little girl who just broke up with her boyfriend. I wiped my eyes and looked at the both of them. Dana had a look of concern, her eyes tender and loving. Murphy on the other hand has a look of denial, his jaw nearly to the floor in disbelief. I couldn't help but giggle at him because he looked so ridiculous. "Whoa, I can't believe it." He said. "Devin has tits. . ." I burst out laughing finally, for the first time smiling and relaxing. Yep, they were still my friends. Dana, however, didn't appreciate the remark and elbowed Murphy in the side. "Ow! What you do that for?" "For being a prick! Devin's in trouble here . . . the least you could do is be supportive." "I'm supportive, I was just making an observation." He rubbed is side for a moment and then continued to stare at me. "I mean, they are obvious." I could only giggle at them, but I had to admit, it was helping me out at the moment, I wasn't even freaking out anymore. I shifted and felt my breasts jiggle underneath my shirt, which was feeling rather tight now. "Uh, guys, problem over here?" I spoke meekly at them as my hair fell in front of my face again. Was I ever going to get used to that soft, sultry voice? They looked back over to me and blinked. "Oh yeah. . . ." Murphy murmured at me. Dana put her arm around me. "Oh, Devin, were sorry. We have to figure out what did this." "I think it's obvious, it had something to do with that experiment from the other night." I mind started to wander back to the memories of that night and that sharp pain in my shoulder. "What was in that needle?" "It was a genetic sex altering serum that isolates and introduces new genes into the system. I'm guessing it isolates the male genes and introduces female ones into the system." Murphy shrugged weakly and just looked at me. "Well, if that's the case, then it should be just a matter of getting the serum for isolating the female genes." I said calmly. I was going to be easier than I thought it would. "I will call the labs and see if we can get clearance to come in today. We can just get the serum and stick you with it." Murphy made a jabbing motion at me and grinned before leaving the room. When he left, Dana looked over me again and smiled. "And I was just getting used to the idea of having another girl in the house." She put her forehead to mine and looked me in the eyes. "Hate to disappoint you, but I would like my genitals back, please. I had plans for them." It sounded so ooky, a lovely voice like that with my words. It was sending chills down my spine. "Well, until we get you to the lab, you need some clothes, so you need to get out of bed." I sighed and moved away from her, knowing that she was right. I moved off the bed and stood up. I started to walk around a bit and my body felt so funny, like it was off balance. I touched my hips and felt them. I could feel the roundness of them as they made my shorts fit like spandex. My butt wiggled with each step, making me feel self-concus. I pulled my shirt down over my ass and Dana just giggled. "You really should take a look at yourself. You're quite a site." I shrugged and walked over to the mirror and took a deep breath before looking in. I gasped at the reflection looking back at me. There was nothing that even hinted at my former self. The woman in the mirror only had one thing in common with the old me and that was my mixed heritage. I mother was white and my father black, and from the reflection's features and skin tone it was plain to see that she had the same traits. Her skin had a light tan look to it. Her big, green eyes peeked out from underneath thick, soft looking lashes. A full mane of shinning brown hair framed her face, and in this light, it has a very light reddish tint to it. Her lips were full and soft looking, very kissable and already had a slight hint of natural color to them. Just enough of a pout in them, making them look very inviting. Her body was slender, but not skinny. Soft curves instead of skin hanging off of bone. I moved a hand over my arm and felt my skin. It as so soft to touch, just like touching smooth satin ok silk. I smiled and looked back at the woman. She stood there, looking like an underwear model. A white button up shirt and a pair of shorts that looked like panties peaking from underneath the shirt's tail. She filled out the top half of the shirt with a rather large pair of breasts, even though the top still looked to be way too big for her. Her curves fell down to her waist, slender and perfect, with a tight tummy showing from underneath the shirt before finally giving way to her perfect, rounded hips and behind. She has a look of innocence and sexiness at the same time. Exotic and alluring all without even trying. At this moment, I was feeling a bit of disconnection. I mean, if you saw a beautiful woman looking at you in the mirror, would you believe it was you? I began to move around, making her move and follow my movements. I made her bend down, look up, down, pose, and even jump. I poked at one of my breasts and watched her do the same thing. I suppose that tingle and come- hither look she gave me in the mirror was mine too. It was all so wicked, I had to just stand there and watch myself. When I was done, I blew myself a little kiss and giggled softly. Dana came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my small waist. "I told you. I'm jealous of you, your breasts are larger than mine." I tried to hide the slight smile on my face. Even though I wasn't my normal self, it was a nice thing to say. I leaned back in her arms and just looked at us in the mirror. I suddenly dawned on me that while me and Dana had always been really close, we had never been this touchy-feely before. What was all of this attention? "mmmmm, this feels good." I purred softly. "What gives with all the nicy-nicy, Dana? You have never paid me this much attention before." I asked her as nicely as I could, and reached up and touched her face with my palm. She only sighed and lowered her eyes. "Well, I suppose when I saw you in the mirror like that, I thought back to us growing up. It's always been two guys and one girl, ya know? I and never had a sister, only 3 older brothers who I wrestled with. Don't get me wrong, I love you guys and I wouldn't trade our lives together for anything. I suppose I just got lost in it and saw a sister in the mirror." It was then that I felt sorry for Dana. She had always been a great friend to Murphy and me, more like a sister and a mother to us both. She never had anyone to really be a girl with, considering how much time she spent with us. Even in high school, she spent her time around us more than anyone and didn't have any close girl friends. "Dana, I didn't realize." I suddenly wanted to give her what she needed most, a best girlfriend. "I wish there was a way to have done that." "Hey don't worry about it." She smiled at me in the mirror. "I would much rather have our Devin back with us. It wouldn't be the same without you." She kissed my cheek and hugged me tight and I couldn't help but smile. "Whoa, girl on girl action." We turned around to find Murphy standing in the doorway of the bedroom. We pulled away slowly from each other as Dana shot him an evil look. "Always the perv?" She grinned at him. "Well, before I walked in on the girls only session, I needed to tell you both that we have a problem." "What is it?" "We don't have a lab to go to. It turns out that while we were here this weekend, the labs were sold to a new corporation and they have been shut down. At least that's what the message said." I instantly went pale. "WHAT?" I shrieked. "There isn't a cure, as least not one we can get to. They moved everything out over the last three days. All I got was an automatic answering service." Murphy sounded defeated. I looked how he sounded. Instantly I wanted to cry again, but I just flopped down on the bed with a look of shock on my face. "But they must have the records, the old research . . ." "If they wanted to shut down a place so fast after buying it, they must have because of competition. All records and research by now have been shipped off to their headquarters." "Then I'm. . . ." "Yep" "I stared off into space for a moment, trying to comprehend what I was hearing. I was stuck like this. I felt helpless and powerless, so I did the only thing I could do; I cried. Dana held my head in her lap stroked my hair. I wasn't crying like before. I was silently mourning my old self. "What do we do?" Murphy asked. I wiped my eyes and said the only thing that came to my mind. "Give me Three days and I will tell you." Chapter 3 - Rebirth My friends didn't see me for the next few days. The only time they saw me was when they brought me meals and other than that, I didn't allow them in the room. I'm sure they were wondering if I was ok, but it was all for their own good. What I was about to do was illegal in the highest degree, and I wanted them to know as little as possible about what I was doing. Just knowing me at the time was like knowing too much. The first thing that I did was come to grips with reality. I looked though my old photo album, looking at my past and thinking of my soon-to-be old life. I suppose it was partly my body and the new hormones, but I was crying so hard. After a few hours of feeling down and sobbing, I decided on what to do with myself. I came to the realization that if I was going to be like this, I had to make sure everything was right. The next thing that I did was establish a new identity. Some work on the internet, a few phone calls to some "friends" and in a few days I had a driver's license, social security card, insurance cards, credit cards, school records, birth certificates, even doctor's records. A day later I had a new bank account with all my assets transferred over. After a large package arrived for me, I finally came out of my exile. Nia Miller was born the same year and day I was, born to parents who died in a plane crash when she was 18. With no surviving relatives, she was legally old enough to take over her parent's estate. Distraught, she sold her old house and took that and the money from the insurance settlement and left for college. Now she has just moved in an apartment, with new roommates whose old roommate left abruptly to "find" himself and left no return address. It was on the day that I left my room that Nia's roommates finally met her for the first time. Murphy came into the kitchen to find me lying around on the couch in a short, crhme colored satin nightgown. I barely looked over to him with a passing glance and he had his jaw dropped on the floor. I smiled slightly and continued to watch TV, half ignoring him. "Did I miss a memo overnight?" He finally managed to say. "Did you expect me to live in that room all my life?" I said calmly. "Well, I just didn't expect you to make such a . . reappearance." Murphy's dumbstruck face gave away to his true feelings. I could only laugh inwardly at his nervousness. I decided to have a little fun at his expense. "What's wrong," I said in my most innocent-sounding voice. "haven't you seen a girl before?" I smiled at him and stood to face him, giving him a good look at me for the full effect. "uh, I. . uh. . . dam." He said with eyes wide. "Devin, are you sure you're in there?" "Devin? Who's Devin?" I looked around the room with a dumbfounded expression on my face. "Is he cute?" "Cut that out man, you're freaking me out." He said. I giggled as I walked over to him then bumped his hip with my own. "Why there isn't anyone here but me and you, Murphy." I looked up at him with doe eyes. He was already about to turn tail and run, his face flushed red with embarrassment. "Dude, your scaring me. . ." He took a step back from me into the wall. I heard a feminine giggle from the hallway and turned to find Dana watching from the other side of the room. "I see you've come back to live life among the living." She said between laughs. I stood up and faced her, with my hands together in a very feminine pose. "Hello, my name is Nia Miller and I heard you had an opening for a roommate. I was going to start school here at Western State I really am hoping we will all be the best of friends!" I did my best to do a curtsy, then gave her my best sorority girl smile. Dana clapped and I took a bow after my performance. "I would like to thank the academy for this award." I did my best Scarlet O'Hara with fake tears while Dana just began to break down uncontrollably. "So are you going to tell us what you did while you were up there?" She said. I sat down and frowned slightly, averting my glance. "Let's just say that Devin walked in and Nia walked out." I said finally. Dana just looked at me evenly and nodded, understanding. Murphy had recovered and settled down on the couch, still looking at me in amazement. "Well, what are we to do about you? Your classes, your car, your life!" Dana waited for me to answer her. "I took care of all of that, the only thing you have to know is that 'Devin' left suddenly to find himself." "But what about your appearance?" Murphy looked doubtful and I just sighed. "Well, I'm your new roommate, Nia . . . I just transferred here and I moved in with you guys." Dana looked at me with solemn eyes. She moved over to me and took my hand as she looking into my eyes. "You're really going to do this, huh?" I nodded in response. "Well, I'm here for you, Devin." "You might as well call me Nia now, I need to get used to it." I began to tear up, despite all my efforts against it. Dana just took me in her arms and held me. "You sure about this?" She whispered. "Yes" I choked out. "Then welcome home Nia." Chapter 4 - Acceptance My transition into my new life wasn't an easy one. There were so many tangents that could make everything go wrong. For one thing, I had to learn a lifetime's worth of womanhood in a matter of months. Luckily, I had a teacher and support group. Dana coached me in all the finer points of being a woman, everything from tampons and periods to dressing to make up. Perhaps my rather quick acceptance of my situation allowed me a little less pain than expected. I figured that there was no way out of it, so why make things harder on myself than they already were? Dana swore that I was made to be a woman because of the way I took to everything so quickly. The toughest part of it all was the initial embarrassment. My male pride tended to get in the way of things at first, and I had to learn how to push those thoughts out of my head. It took me about four hours to convince myself to put on a pair of panties and bra for the first time. Once I did, it wasn't such a big deal anymore. It was getting over that initial shock of my reflection in the mirror that was the taxing part. Not to say there weren't some physical parts that bothered me. It took me a while to get used to the feeling of pantyhose on my legs. While the material itself felt good against my legs, they felt a bit confining. And the swishing sound they made when my thighs rubbed together when I walked freaked me out. And I honestly don't think I will ever completely get used to having breasts. I used to love watching a woman's breasts bounce and jiggle slightly when she walked past me, but now that I had my own pair, it made me feel self conchus about myself. My ass also made me feel funny, and it would stick out when I wore skirts and wiggle as I walked. All the flesh that moved on my body as if it had a mind of it's own was a freaky experience. There was also that whole balance thing that took some getting used to. I had a new respect for women who wore high heels after I wore my first pair. And being well endowed didn't' help matters either. With all of these problems, I couldn't help but acquire a sexy stride as I walked around. While it wasn't something I meant to do, it was nice to look at as I walked passed a mirror or window and I found later that it gave Murphy a cheap trill. As for my appearance, that was a little more taxing. I found another reason to respect woman after I tried to learn to apply make up and fix my hair. Make up was the most demanding, as there was no way to completely get it right at first. All the shading and mixing and blotching was getting on my nerves. My face felt stiff and sore after my first day of trying make up on. But Dana stuck with me and I had the basics down by my second day. Within a month I could coordinate with my clothing and nails. My hair was something I got sick of from day one. It was always in my face and mouth, and it felt heavy on my head. And the preparation everyday was annoying. I was about to have my hair hacked off until Dana styled it one day and let me look at myself. It was the first time that I experienced feminine pride. I looked in the mirror at my appearance and I knew then that I couldn't part with my hair. Even though I wasn't organically a female, I took pride in my appearance and I would have rather looked good than bad, man or woman. Then the dreaded day that I had been avoiding finally came: My first time going out in public as a woman. I knew it had to come, but I didn't want to go. To me, it symbolized another step to reality, that I had lost my masculinity and myself. I had already gone though a few problems when friends had called for me and I had to pretend not to know them. The worst part was when a girl that I had been dating came over after her vacation looking for me. I smiled and acted polite, telling her my new story and that "Devin" had left suddenly. We chatted for a moment, and I watched as she frowned when I told her I was gone. She walked off, looking like a lost puppy, then I closed the door and went to my room and cried. Dana had prepared me as best as she could, and she promised to make it as painless as possible. Just a little shopping trip and off to the solon. If I didn't feel up to all of it, we could leave at anytime. But I took a deep breath and when on with it. Murphy let this one be a girl's day out only, more so to Dana's coaxing. As I entered the mall, I kept my eyes low, afraid to make eye contact with anyone. I was afraid of being recognized, and I was just sure that someone would look at me and know my secret right away. I clutched Dana's hand tightly and she squeezed it back reassuringly. "It's gonna be ok, honey. I'm here for you." Said to me. "I'm scared, someone's going to know." The fear crept in my voice as I looked around. "Have you looked in the mirror? No one can tell anything, trust me." Smiled as she spoke, but I didn't' care. It was like I was wearing a Halloween Costume, like it wasn't real. "I'm sure some little kid is going to look up at me and say 'Look mommy, it's a man in drag!!'" Dana tried to muffler her giggles, but I she looked at me and then burst out laughing. At that moment, I actually felt all right. I had to be worried over nothing if she was laughed like that. I knew then that I would be ok as long as my friends were with me. I took her hand and smiled at her. "Come on, we have a lot of shopping to do." Dana nodded and led me to a shop. We found our way to a boutique in a corner of the mall, a favorite place of Dana's, and started there. The sales lady didn't give us anything more than a passing glance and I started to get a little more conformable. At first, Dana began throwing clothes at me to try on, but I soon began to pick out things on my own. She just looked at my amazed for a moment, and I glanced on her like she was insane. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked her. "I didn't know you has taste. What's more, good taste." She replied. "Most men don't have very much fashion sense." I rolled my eyes and continued to look at a rack. "Really, do all women think men are that helpless?" "Yes we do." She smirked at me out of the corner of her mouth. "Really, it's not that difficult. I just think of what I like on a woman and I pick that out." "So that's how you kept most of your girlfriends." "Whatever." I charged nearly 1,000 dollars on my credit card for both of us in that store alone. I started to pick things out and I didn't want to stop at first. I also want to thank Dana for her help and I pretty much let her have her pick of things. It was so much fun for us. We laughed and giggled, trying on outfits and posing in the mirror. I honestly think I hadn't seen Dana that happy in such a long time. We finally made it to the beauty salon, our arms loaded down with bags. I again began to feel a little unconformable in the room full of woman and I didn't have a clue really as to what's going on. "Relax, I got you an appointment with the best people here. They will make you look great." Dana whispered to me. "Honestly, looking good is not what I'm worried about." Dana rolled her eyes at my remark and nudged me forward a bit. The receptionist at the desk looked up and smiled at us as we approached. "Hello. Can I help you ladies?" she asked. Her words rung in my ears a few times. She called use ladies. I hard to get used to people talking like that. "Me and my friend here are in for a full make over. We have an appointment." Dana told her. She gave the girl behind the desk our names and we took our seats. I Few minutes later, I heard my name called and I went gulped. Dana leaned over to me. "It will be ok." She whispered. I took a deep breath and walked into the back with the receptionist. She led me to a chair in the back and I sat down. "Lisa will be with you in a moment." She told me and she stepped out and left me alone. Within moments, another attractive woman walked in with a vinyl apron on. "You must be Nia," She said to me. "I'm Lisa. Honestly, I can't see how a full make over will improve anything. You're already gorgeous!" "T-Thank you." I touched my cheek, feeling my face flush. I knew I liked what I saw in the mirror, but I have never been told by anyone other than Murphy or Dana tell me how good I looked. She leaned the chair back and got to work. "So what do you want done, honey?" Lisa asked me. "I-I really don't know." I honestly never thought about it. I never had to before. I had been hard enough to decide on a haircut as a man. "Well, don't worry about it. I know just the thing for you. Sit back and relax and I will have you looking great!" I closed my eyes and tried not to worry. This was all so foreign to me. What was she going to do to me? I actually thought about the first time I had to visit a doctor when I was a child. I had been scared to death and was sure they were going to hurt me. I giggled at how silly I had been as I felt Lisa begin on my hair. The water felt so good. I relaxed when I felt her fingers running though my hair. It was kind of nice being pampered like this, and I finally knew why women looked forward to getting their hair down so much. I fell asleep in the chair and woke up to people hovering around me. Hands on my feet, hair, hands and face made me feel like a queen with subjects reaching to touch her. Heard voices around me as the people worked, and I kept my eyes closed and listened to them. "My she's so gorgeous. She won't be a hard job at all." A man's voice said. "Her hair is perfect! And it didn't have any chemicals in it when you stared? How did she keep it so shinny and full?" a woman asked. "I have no idea." I recognized Lisa now. "And her skin is flawless, she wasn't wearing an ounce of make up when she walked in. She has a body to die for. I'm surprised she isn't a model or something." I couldn't believe it. Was I that good looking? I knew what I liked, but this was down right unnerving. I suppose in the back of my mind I knew, but to actually hear it, I couldn't believe other people noticed it. I didn't' know if I wanted all of this attention. I was flattering and scary at the same time. I had never really had a problem ever getting a date as a man or making friends, but no one really paid me that much attention. I was never a stud or ladies man. I had been just a guy. Now I was being fussed over by people who I was sure had to have seen beautiful people everyday. What would it be like as I went out more? I finally opened my eyes and they continued to work on me. They refused to let me see myself before they were done, so I just had to sit back and let them do their job. After what seemed like forever, Lisa and the rest stepped back from me. They were smiling, as if proud of themselves. "We do good work." The man said. "What work? All we did was put the bow on the pretty package." Lisa told him. "Go ahead honey, take a look at yourself. I turned around and looked in the mirror. I was awestruck at the image looking back at me. I had been pretty before, but it was down right frightening how good I looked now. I saw a woman looking in the vanity mirror getting ready for a photo shoot. My hair had been highlighted, giving her hair an even more reddish look than before. It was straightened with a hint of a curl on the ends. My face looked like centerfolds, with eyelashes long and thick with her painted eyelids blended to a natural shade of brown. My lips were accentuated with a Burgundy color, wet-looking with a coat of gloss on top of them. My nails were painted to match my lipstick along with my toes. I just sat there with my mouth parted, amazed at what I saw. My expression only added to my sexiness and I again felt proud of looking how I did. "I think I've found my Mona Lisa." Lisa said. I turned and blushed again, still not believing what I was seeing. After a month of being a woman I had still not gone used to my reflection. "I want to take a picture of you, so when you get famous, I can show people that I used to do your hair." At first I protested, but upon her and her staff's instance, I let them take pictures of me. I stood there, posing for them as they took a few Polaroids of me. I gave them my sexiest pose, blowing a kiss to the camera. "Wow." I turned to see Dana standing at the door with her mouth hanging open. Her long hair had been cut and layered, framing her face perfectly. Her lips her were a shimmering pink, along with her nails. She looked fabulous. "You look fantastic." She said as she came out of her shock. "So do you." I told her. We smiled and hugged each other. "Oh this is so darling, I have to save this for prosperity." Lisa said. We turned to her and posed together, two beautiful woman and best friends. After we were done, we paid the salon and Lisa gave us a few snapshots of ourselves. I left out of the salon, just beginning realize how much things were going to change for me. Chapter 5 - Regression As time went on and the end of the summer approached, I started to fall into a sort of routine. There wasn't much for me to do, as I was no longer employed. I decided to learn as much as I could about my situation. I sat up on the Internet and went though site after site about men who lived their lives as women. While I wasn't a crossdresser or anything like that, I figured it was the closest thing to my situation that there was. I read a lot about the things that they went though and what lengths that they went though to become a woman. I could relate to a lot of their problems and situations. I could understand their fear and uncertainty, the silent thoughts as to wondering what they were doing was right. Also, there was bittersweet acceptance of the final product. While these stories and lifestyles were close to my problem, there were a few things that I could not relate with. For one, there was the prejudice and the feelings that they were living a lie all their lives. I was spared the looks and stares for being "strange" or "different". They were all men living or trying to become women, while I was a man who became a genetic woman. In a strange way, I might have been the very envy of all their dreams. The ones about the men who were homosexual were different to me, for I had always been a heterosexual male. I still loved women, and I was still very much attracted to the ones that saw out in public. But there was one major difference between me and the people in the stories: they had made a choice to be a female, I never had a choice in the matter. It was when I realized this that I began to feel rather depressed. I began to feel as if I had been given a raw deal. It was like being born into a bad life when you weren't supposed to be born in the first place. I started to miss my old life, the things I did with my friends, even sex! I had seen several of my old friends come by or call looking for me to go to baseball games or just to hang out. One my one, I watched as they left or hung up, thinking that I was gone. Even Murphy's attitude towards me hand changed considerably. He didn't come to my room to discuss normal, guy things. While I still watched sports on television, he never came to watch with me. He was always opening doors for me and being just . . . nicer to me. He stopped looking me in the eyes as much, and the few times that he did, I never saw the joking, goofy demeanor that he once had with me. As a whole, he didn't hang around the apartment as much as he used to, and he rarely hung out with Dana and me anymore. It was almost like I was trading one new relationship with a friend for a new one. This realization truly hurt me in a way that Dana could not understand. To her, she was gaining a best friend and sister of sorts. She got that friend she never had when we were children. She always felt the outsider no matter what Murphy and I did to make her feel like she was truly one of us. Now Murphy was becoming the outsider, and I was losing the familiar best friend that I had grown up with. There was something that Dana never could get about the two of us, that common bond we shared being men. Like what Dana and me had now, Murphy and I once had something that forever liked us buy our gender. He knew what it was like to have a first kiss, to chase a girl and get girlfriend for the first time, to have sex with a girl, to play sports and get roughed up by your friends. I'm sure Dana sensed that something was terribly wrong. She was always trying keep my sprits up, thinking it was just strictly because of my condition. I could only smile weakly at her attempts, but my mind at the time was elsewhere. I hated that I was bringing her down, but I honestly couldn't help it. I honestly felt as if I this whole idea of me living this way wasn't going to work. There were some things in life you just couldn't' recover from. I reverted back to sitting in my room for about two days, alone and in the dark with my thoughts. Just as it was getting worst, Dana's father had fallen ill. She reluctantly returned home to care for him, and it was only Murphy and I in the apartment. For the first day I never left my room, and while I was there, I though that it was time to end this all. I didn't want Dana or Murphy to feel upset, so I planned on running away and dying somewhere that I wouldn't be found. I woke up on the second day, getting ready to leave, when I heard a knock on the door. "Hey, hey. It's breakfast time, you didn't eat last night." Murphy walked in holding a tray of food when he found me packing my bag. I glanced over to him and noticed the uncomfortable look on his face. "You uh . . going somewhere, Nia?" I felt a shiver when I heard him say my new name. Rarely had he said anything to me, so it sounded so foreign off of his tongue. I looked down and sat on my bed. The tension in the room was pressing down on me, and I could tell Murphy could feel it as well. "I thought that I would head out and take a little trip around on my own. You know, to see just how well I've adjusted to this." I looked down at my body and then back up at him. "Are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, do you really feel up to going out on your own?" "Well, I figured it would give you a chance to have the place to the yourself for a bit." I lowered my eyes an averted his glance. "How long did you plan on staying gone?" His question was asking more than it meant to. "I'm . . . not sure, really." "You were planning on skipping out on us?" I sighed and nodded my head. "I really feel that this isn't going to work out." I managed finally. "Why is that? I though it was going so well. Dana told me so." "Dana told you?" He shrugged as he sat down next to me. "Yeah, she give me updates about you all the time." "Why does tell you?" I almost immediately regretted asked that question. Murphy looked at me with anger that I had never seen on his face before. "What you think I don't care?" He asked me. "We've only been friends sense the creation of the world." "Well, you have a funny way of showing it." Now it was his turn to looking regretful. "Come again?" "You and I haven't exactly been buddy-buddy of late, Murphy. I mean honestly, when was the last time we actually sat down and talked to each other?" "I didn't think you wanted me around as much." She said evenly. "Where the hell would you get an idea like that?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face. "Well, it just seemed that you and Dana had hit off really nicely ever sense you grew a pair of knockers. That day I saw you two all hugged up together in your room really made me feel all freaked out. Then when I saw you in that nightgown that morning made me realize that my old bud Devin wasn't going to be the same guy, in every literal and physical sense of the word." He looked at me with a solemn expression on his face. Murphy so rarely took anything seriously. When it did, he felt it ten times as worst than the normal person. I knew this all too well, and to see him like this really made me feel hurt. "Look, Murphy, I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for you and Dana, I would have never made it in the beginning." Tears welled in my eyes a bit. He touched them away with is finger as they slowly rolled down my cheek. "Whoa, you know better than anyone that I can't deal with a crying chick. Besides, you'll ruin your make up." I giggled and he smiled. I actually saw a bit of the old Murphy coming back. "Now see? Why can't you act like that around me?" He looked at me like he as a bit confused again. "That would present a rather large problem. I mean, look at you. It would be like I was trying to hit on some hot girl I met on the street." I rolled my eyes a bit. "I'm still me, Murphy. I still like the same things. It's only my outer appearance that's changed." "Ha! Have you taken a good look around here lately? You're wearing a bra for God's sake!" He had a good point. "Ok, so maybe there a few major changes . . ." "A few? Nia, I cant' look at you anymore. You are too damm attractive for a nervous guy like me to just talk to like it was before." He looked at me with a skeptical expression. I blinked and sat up for a moment. He actually saw me as attractive? While not completely unexpected, it was slightly nerve-racking to actually hear those words from your best friend's mouth! It was even more so for me than most girls, because we grew up like brothers! "Alright, so I changed a lot, ok? Dam, this isn't easy for me. I'm the one that I have to go though it all. But I do need my best friend." "Tell ya what, Nia, I'll try to treat you more like I used to if you try promise not to go anywhere. We'd miss you around here." He held out his hand to me and took it and shook it back. "It's a deal. But you have to go with me to a baseball game." "Hey, man! No way I'm taking you out on a date!" I giggled and hit him with a pillow. We had an all day pillow war, and by the end of the day, the apartment was full of feathers. We cleaned up the house that whole week, and then we sat up and watched the football games together on TV. It was so nice to have some part of me, the old me, back again. Chapter 6 - School Daze. Fall finally came, and along with it came the feeling of comfort and security in my new self and body. I pretty much began to into my new lifestyle with ease, even with some reluctance, and the slow assault on my remaining masculinity was taking it's toll on my thought process. For starters, I learned to actually enjoy wearing women's clothing. I loved the way I looked in them and how they made me feel. They offered so much more freedom and versatility than male clothing. It was only natural that by the time school rolled around I had amassed a large wardrobe. My versatile wardrobe allowed my clothes to become an extension of my mood and personality. If I felt casual and lazy, I merely put on a pair of flare jeans and a pink midriff baby tee. If I was in a sexy mood, I wore a nice slinky silk number that stopped well above my knees. I loved spaghetti strap gowns, usually with low-cut fronts. Any day that I needed control called for my little black pinstripe power suit, which I could change out with a matching skirt or pair of pants, depending on how daring I felt. Needless to say that I always had a tough time choosing what to wear in the morning. I also developed a slight fetish for shoes. My favorites had to be any shoes with high heels. I loved them once I mastered them, and I had a pair for every outfit I had. I even had a section in my closet for shoes that I used to change out with my outfits. I honestly loved to just stand in the mirror and admire my long, slender legs. The heels made them look fantastic, and it seemed to accent my walk and caused my ass to stick out a bit more than usual. Make up was also something I learned to appreciate as time went on. While mastering the art of it was difficult, I later found that I felt naked without it. At the very least I would not be without my burgundy or crimson lipstick (Which also became my favorite color of choice for my clothing.). It was the first thing I put on after I got up and dressed in the morning. All and all, my induction into womanhood was nearly complete. Now school was coming up and I was faced with yet another obstacle in my life. I had to interact with my peers, but now as a new person. While I wasn't looking forward to it, I was less worried about it that I was when I went out in public for the first time. I had conquered my initial fears about dealing with people, but I was still uncomfortable with all the attention that I seemed to attract. As I went out into the public more and more, I began to notice the stares I got from people. Men would watch wide-eyed and transfixed at me when I strode past them. It was unsettling for me at first because as a former man, I knew perfectly well what many of them were thinking about. For those who were brave enough to actually come and talk to me, I smiled shyly and politely turned them down. The very first time it happened though wasn't so smooth. The man had been watching me from outside a store in the mall for a few minutes, and I noticed him just before I walked out. I was a little scared because I had never dealt with it before. As I walked out, he calmly strode up to me and tried to strike up a conversation. I kept walking, standing as rigid as I could, trying not to make eye contact. Finally, he jumped in front of me and smiled. Right then I knew how helpless a women feels when she is cornered with no way out. Not knowing what to expect didn't help matters either. Fortunately all he tried to do was get my number and I meekly refused. He was gentlemen enough to take a hint, but before leaving, he gave me a card with his number on it. I walked around the entire day in a haze, then when I returned home, I threw up. As time went on, I got the hang of dealing with men. It was easier when I was with Dana or Murphy though. After the first time, I knew that I had been lucky and I figured that I would run into men who would be less inclined to take no for an answer. But I learned creative ways to say no without saying a word. If someone started to follow Dana or me, I would start talking just loud enough about my "boyfriend" who was supposed to meet us. If Murphy was with me, I just casually slipped my arm over his and walked around until whomever it was following just went away. It wasn't long until I figured out how to deal with men on my own, and with time I learned how to use my looks to my advantage. I knew better than anybody did how the old "ditz" fantasy worked. I learned a how many women have been manipulating men over the years with a few simple words, a little bending over and a sultry voice. I got a few items on discount and even for free, and I loved every moment of it. But as the old saying goes, absolute power corrupts absolutely. Whenever I went into a store and made eyes at the male clerk for a discount, I would hear the whispers from other women around me. I would see the disapproving and even jealous stares that at first puzzled me. Then when woman outright called me a slut and whore, I got my first lesson in the vindictiveness of the fair sex. It was a major blow to my rather fragile ego, and helped me learn how "the game" is played. I cooled off on my little routine when I went out after that little lesson. So it was off to classes again, but I had to really play dumb. Now was the first true test of my identity, but I was feeling confident in myself. I had run my story over a thousand times in my mind and to people that I met out on the street. I first went to register early so I could get all the classes I wanted. I had already sent in my new transcript and application, which came back approved. I walked into the registar's office dressed to kill in a short black dress that hugged my curves snuggly over my body along with matching three inch heels that strapped up around past my heels. I needed something that would make me feel confident and I didn't want to go for conservative that day. Besides, it was rather low cut and I felt I might need some "firepower" before the day would be over. I knew I had made the right choice when I walked in heard a gasp from a young man sitting in the waiting room. I slowly lowered my glasses from my eyes and glanced around the room. There were only a few people waiting in the office, but I was sort of in a hurry. I noticed a couple in the corner and two guys and one other girl. Then I saw that the secretary was a male and my rich-colored lips curled up into a smile. I calmly waited until he made eye contact with me and when I had him in my sites, I moved in for the kill. Like true prey, his eyes were wide when the predator was upon him, and I flashed him my winning smile that Dana taught me. "M-my I help you miss?" He asked me as I stood in front of him. I picked up on his stuttering as placed my sunglasses on my head in my hair. This was going to be too easy. "I'm a transfer student and I'm looking for my new advisor. I need to pick my classes for the coming semester." I smiled sweetly at him and stood waiting. He tried to keep calm as his eyes rolled over my body. "What's your name, miss?" I looked dead in his eyes. I wasn't going to resort to the big guns this time. "Nia, Nia Miller." "Well miss miller, Dr. Adams hands all the transfers until they are situated, but everyone here is waiting on him." Time for the death blow. I leaned over and whispered lowly so no one else could hear. "Aww, I was in such a hurry, I really have to get back to my job and I told them I wouldn't be long. You think you could help me out?" I gave him my best Bambi eyes. He gulped and kept a straight face. "Uh, I don't know . . ." I started to pout just a bit, already adding to act. "Oh please, I'm sure there's something you could do. Just this once?" "Well, I suppose I could, just sign in here please." I signed in on the check sheet and sat down, crossing my legs ever so slightly. I heard the couple arguing in harsh whispers but I couldn't make it all out. I smiled when I heard something about "wandering eyes". Then I glanced over at the other girl in the room and she gave me a piercing glance. I knew that devil's eye too well. A moment later, I heard my name called and I stood up to walk back to the office. I heard the girl who was looking at me mumble "bitch" and I smiled to myself. I let her grumble, I wasn't going be ashamed today. It was just the registar's office after all. The rest of the meeting went as smoothly. I got every class that I wanted, including one that has a history of closing up on the first day. I admit that when I walked out of the office, I was feeling rather smug and pleased with myself. If you have it, why not flaunt it a bit? Finally, the big day came for students to arrive on campus. Murphy, Dana and I decided to get to campus and to the traditional meet and greet. Again, that degree of uncertainty crept over me. This meant that was going to run into old friends, some I had already seen over the summer, but mostly those who went home. I was hoping I would be strong enough to play dumb and just play it safe. I only agreed to do it because both of them would be there to keep me safe. I went for sophistication when I dressed for the day. A long wine-colored skirt and matching top along with black thigh high boots. It was less revealing that I preferred, but it hung over my body in such a way that it outlined and defined all the right parts. My hair was up and I wore light make up, only a little bit of eyeshadow and a lipstick to match my outfit. I was pleased with my choice when I looked myself over before leaving. It was very chic, very New York, and I didn't want to attract a lot of attention on the first day. I was the "new girl" after all. The three of us walked the campus and Dana seemed a little too interested in the freshmen. Murphy and me just talked to people, even though he did get a number or two. I just dealt with any suitors with normal procedure, until one in particular caught me off guard. "You must not want anyone to talk to you." I turned around to and saw him sitting on the edge of one of the fountains near the square. He was tall, slender but well built by the way his shirt fit him. He was clean cut but his rock band T-shirt and chain coming out of his jeans told me he was a rather casual person. But what even made me stop and keep talking to him was the look he had in his eyes. He didn't have any lust or linger there, just the kind of look you would give to a person you trusted or wanted to actually get to know. I causally stolled over to him, thinking I was going to make this brief. "Alight then, tell me why you say that." "Your choice in clothing tells me your not a freshmen or you would have been decked out in your best attire. Everything you wear matches perfectly, showing that you want to blend in and be just another face in the crowd. You body language and expression tells me your just browsing around for changes, not for anyone to hook up with. And your eyes tell me you have wisdom and intelligence, something no normal freshmen around her would have." He folded his arms and sat there as if to say he knew he was right, but didn't care if he wasn't. I smiled slightly and observed him. "You have a point there, but if you knew all of that, why did you say anything at all?" I thought I had him, but I was guilty of arrogance. "Simple, the eyes. I saw the intelligence and I wanted to have a simulating conversation. You can only tell someone your dorm and high school so many times." He never cracked a smile, he just talked as dead even and serious as he could. I was honestly impressed. "Well, Holmes, you have done well. You have earned the right to ask one question choose wisely." "Just a name." "That's all?" "That's all I need, isn't it?" "Nia." "Well, Nia, pleased to meet you. I'm Max." "Max." I looked him out of the corner of my eyes. "I'll remember that." "I'll remember Nia as well." We parted ways like that. No number exchange, no stupid come-on lines, no email, address, no dates, nothing. Not that he would have gone that far anyway. I had made up my mind about that sort of thing from the start. But I found out that he was in one of my classes and a Theatre major. It turned out that he and Murphy hit it off from the start and he eventually became a fourth member of our little group. He and I became close friends and hung out a lot on our own. And while I did eventually get used having new friends around, he was the one person I counted on the most other than Murphy or Dana. As fall lingered on, classes became routine and mundane. We all got jobs at different places, which wasn't too difficult with excellent track records. Murphy got job at the marina working with the medical team. He loved the animals there and it looked like he might have had a glimpse into his calling in life. His spare time was taken up by a Hispanic Freshmen name Anita. Dana started at the Greenhouse as one of the one hand scientist who worked studies on the plant life there. She also learned how to juggle about four guys at once and not get caught. I got a job as an assistant with one of the lesser chemical study labs in town. It was nice and all, just routine stuff that I had done before. I had not love life and didn't see any changes in that within the near, far or forever future. I did discover a new passion in life. Max had coaxed me into auditioning with him to be in a play. I told him he was wasting his time, but he convinced me to despite my protests. Suprizingly, I got the lead part. Max helped me with my lines and we opened up to rave reviews. The most puzzling part was how people made a fuss over my performance. The show ran for a week. When we first opened up, we got about a third of the house full. But on the third day, we had there- fourths of the house seats full. One the final three performances on the weekend, we had full capacity and got begged to have one more performance. People said it was because of me, but I didn't want to believe them. Every night when I did the final scene, I got a curtain call. I even had people coming up to me on campus asking for autographs! I was all so embarrassing, but I was a major confidence booster. It helped all but erase the loneliness that I felt at times. I'm staring in another play this January, it was written and going to be directed by Max. He claims to have written the leading role just for me, but I think that's the first time that he's ever lied to me. Oh well, he's a sweetie anyway for saying so. I really need to start memorizing my lines though. We have dress rehearsal in about a week. . . . . To Be Continued in Adjustments Part 2 ****What do you think? 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