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Meredith Reborn
By Amanda McCree
"Making that call en femme as Meredith was the best idea I ever
had," Richard thought to himself. Richard Tucker was very pleased
with himself, and he had good reason to be. All his work to pass
as Meredith had paid off. The income from this one call would
cover his overhead for the next two years. He was almost dizzy
with the impact of the figures. He was practically set for life.
Dressing as Meredith had made the difference.
"Here's your drink, Miss." Richard's musings were interrupted by
the flight attendant.
"Another contact without any hint that I was read as a man in
drag," she thought to herself.
She almost giggled as she sipped her drink. She had been en femme
for more than forty-eight hours and there had not been a single
negative instance. She had made her hotel and flight reservations
as Meredith. She had traveled as Meredith. She had made an
important business call as Meredith and had been fully accepted
as Meredith in every circumstance. She was amazed at how well
things had gone.
Up until now, the trips to Port Harris to see Hutchinson had been
net losses. She had hardly any income to show. Hutchinson had
never really accepted the products as useful in his business.
Fortunately, she had been able to cover her losses by making
other calls in Albany and Chesterton on the same trips. The time
had come, however, for drastic measures. With the increase in
travel costs, she would have to start making some real money on
these trips or start handling these calls by phone and e-mail.
So she had decided to put Meredith to work. She had been living
as Meredith in all things except work for several months. She had
been making plans to live full time as Meredith, but had not
gotten around to making the change. She decided that a call on
Hutchinson would be a perfect test. Unlike casual interchanges
with people in stores, restaurants and bars, this call would be a
real test of her ability to pass convincingly as a woman. If it
didn't work out, she hadn't lost much; but if it did, she would
know that the move to full-time was the right thing to do.
Prudently, she had decided to call only on Hutchinson on this
trip. There was no need to risk her relationship with other
customers this time.
She remembered how nervous she had been as she prepared for the
trip on Tuesday morning. To use an expression of her father's,
she was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking
chairs. She had applied her long fingernails and painted them
bright red to go with the red "power suit" she had purchased for
the trip. She attached her breast forms and hip pads, then put on
her corset. She always marveled at her figure.
"38-26-37. Damn what a body! Too bad it's not real." she had said
aloud with great frustration.
She knew that without a lot of plastic surgery, she would never
be a great beauty, but was confident that her figure would hold
the attention of most men and distract most women. She so wanted
to be Meredith. As often as possible, she had been dressing as
Meredith since she was a child. She knew that deep inside
herself, she really was a woman no matter what her plumbing made
her appear to be.
Her flight to Port Harris had been joyously uneventful. She had
enjoyed, however, the extra attention paid her by the skycaps and
flight attendants on the flight as well as the desk clerk and
bellhop at the hotel. They expressed far greater concern for her
than they ever had for Richard. She liked the attention. It made
her feel all the more feminine. It wasn't until she tipped the
bellhop and closed her door that she realized the intensity of
her anxiety. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her as she relaxed
for the first time in several hours. Her previous ventures out in
public, as Meredith had been casual games compared to this trip.
This wasn't an adventure. This was a test. Her business life was
on the line. She would be meeting with people who knew Richard.
If she were recognized, there could be devastating consequences.
She was almost overwhelmed with fear that she would be exposed.
She fought off the fear of exposure, chalking it up to natural
anxiety and fatigue. She had planned to go out for the evening,
but was too tired from the anxiety of the trip. She always
enjoyed going out en femme in Port Harris.
"Nowhere else in my territory do all the factors fit together so
completely," she thought. "With a 24-hour taxi stand right
outside the hotel; a half-dozen friendly and safe clubs and
restaurants within a two-block stretch along Concord Avenue; and
several nice stores and boutiques where I can always find
something to add to my wardrobe and growing jewelry collection.
It really is a nice place to pass comfortably as Meredith, I hate
to pass up a shopping trip, but I'm just too tired. Besides, my
presentation can use some more practice."
A long, fragrant bubble bath helped her relax and increased her
sense of herself as Meredith. She slept well.
Just as he always had with Richard, Hutchinson made her wait for
nearly thirty minutes before seeing her. The receptionist,
however, was much friendlier with her than she ever was with
Richard even bringing her a cup of tea and entertaining her with
stories about her two-year-old twin boys. When Hutchinson did
come out, he greeted her warmly and escorted her to his office.
Gerald Hutchinson was a distinguished looking man in his mid
fifties, with graying temples. Meredith noticed his broad
shoulders and enjoyed the scent of his cologne, and she hoped
that he would notice her perfume. She had spent more than an hour
at the perfume counter testing scents until she selected this one
to wear for this trip. She was surprised at herself for noticing
his shoulders and cologne neither of which she had noticed when
she had met with him as Richard. She smiled to herself when she
caught a glimpse of Hutchinson examining her figure.
Hutchinson introduced her to his associate Doug Martin. Doug was
a tall, handsome man. He had surely played basketball in college
and he was doing a great job of maintaining his physique.
Meredith was, again, surprised that she was so aware of how
handsome he was. As Richard, she had met Doug before. He had been
particularly resistant to Richard's proposals. She could only
hope that this time she could bring him around.
And bring him around she did. Before noon they had accepted and
even expanded upon her proposals. They ordered sandwiches and
worked through lunch to hammer out the details of the contracts.
She was amazed at how well it had gone. She knew that it was not
her looks that had made the difference. She could only believe
that she was a far better sales-woman than she had ever been as a
sales-man. She had been confident and poised and persuasive; and,
now that contracts were hers, she was also amazed at how well she
had stayed in character.
As the day went by, she became more and more comfortable as
Meredith. This was truly who she would be for the rest of her
life. She had maintained her feminine mannerisms. She had held to
her female voice. She had even managed two casual conversations
with female employees in the restroom as she freshened her
makeup. According to these women, everyone loved working for
Hutchinson and all the women think that Doug is an absolute
dreamboat. Several women have tried to get him to ask them out,
but he refuses to date anyone that works for the company.
Even as they were deep in negotiations about delivery schedules
and employee training, Meredith was planning her transition. As
Richard, she would call all of her clients and inform them that
he had sold the business and all the contracts to Meredith,
explaining that she had been fully trained in all aspects of the
business and products and that he had every confidence in her
abilities to serve in their best interests. She would move into a
new place of her own more in keeping with her feminine needs and
tastes. She would have a purging of all Richard's clothing and
personal property. She laughed to herself, remembering the times
she had purged herself of all her female things clothing,
jewelry, makeup, wigs trying to accept her maleness. Now it was
the male things that would be purged. Then, Richard would simply
disappear. As soon as possible she would arrange for hormone
therapy and surgery to complete her transformation.
"Let's go have a drink to celebrate," Doug said as he co-signed
the last contract with Gerald.
Meredith new that she would enjoy a drink after this long day.
Gerald declined, saying that he and his wife had a standing date
for dinner on Wednesdays. He encouraged Doug and Meredith to go
on without him. She was pleased to have the time alone with Doug.
She wanted to get to know him better.
The bar was just around the corner from Hutchinson's office. So
they were there in just a few minutes. He shared stories of his
college days and of his coming to work for Hutchinson and how
they had become a strong team with one of the major companies in
the industry. She shared stories adapted from Richard's past and
some borrowed from women she had known. She decided to let her
created past intertwine with Richard's in order to avoid possible
questions when she didn't know someone she should or did know
someone she shouldn't. At least with Doug, it worked. As they
talked, she continued to gain confidence in and comfort with her
new role as a working woman. The day had gone very, very well.
She noticed Doug beginning to fidget nervously and was concerned
that he might be tiring of their conversation. She started to
gather her brief case and purse to leave when he asked, "Will you
join me for dinner?"
She was stunned. This was a total surprise. Her heart pounded in
her chest. Her mind began to race. He was asking her to dinner.
This was a date. She had never been on a date with a man before.
Could she carry it off? Could she remain in character? Could she
keep her female voice working for several more hours? What would
they talk about? What if he tried to kiss her? Was it ethical?
What would she wear? Did she have enough time to get ready? What
if, after the evening, he didn't like her? What if he didn't kiss
her?
She said, "Yes, on two conditions: First, tomorrow, you talk with
Gerald and let him know about dinner. I'm not interested in
losing these contracts because of a misunderstanding about our
relationship. Second, you give me a couple of hours to freshen
up."
"Agreed. I'll talk to Gerald tomorrow morning and I'll pick you
up tonight at 8:00."
As the cab took her back to the hotel, she became more nervous
about having accepted Doug's invitation. What would the
repercussions be if she couldn't carry this off? It was a big
risk, but she really wanted to spend the evening with Doug. She
liked him a lot and wanted to get to know him better.
As soon as she closed the door, she stripped to her underwear and
dropped her jewelry in her jewelry case. She had just two hours
to do what usually took more than three and involved a lot of
shaving. She would shave her face, but her chest, legs and arms
would have to wait. Fortunately, she had been using a hair growth
retardant that had greatly reduced the frequency of her shaving.
She removed her wig and make-up and carefully shaved her face.
There would be no explaining a razor cut. She applied her toner,
moisturizer, foundation, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, brow pencil,
mascara, lip liner and lipstick. To compensate for the subdued
lighting in a restaurant, she applied her makeup with stronger
colors, but stayed within the same palate of colors she had used
during the day. She changed to a black corset and slipped into
the flowered jersey dress she had brought in case she went
clubbing. It accented her figure even better than the red "power"
suit. She brushed through her wig, changing the style slightly
and set it back on her head. She selected a bracelet, two rings,
dangling earrings and a single strand of pearls. Just as she
slipped on her shoes, Doug knocked at her door right on time.
"You look gorgeous!" were the first words out of his mouth.
She never expected anyone to say that to her. She was comfortable
with her ability to pass as a woman, but never had she expected
anyone to find her pretty. That had never occurred to her. She
blushed and smiled.
"You look pretty sharp yourself, Mr. Martin," she said as she
took his arm and they headed out for dinner.
It was fabulous. To be treated like a lady on a date was like
nothing she had ever experienced. He held doors for her. He
helped her with her sweater. He held her chair at the restaurant.
To be cared for and catered to like this was absolutely
intoxicating. They talked about work and travel and cars. They
talked about houses and families and children. It was a wonderful
evening. It was after midnight when they approached her hotel
room door.
She was apprehensive. What's a lady supposed to do? Adolescent
girls are taught by their mothers and peers how to manage the
approach to the door how to dodge a kiss, how to ask for a kiss,
how to graciously accept one if it is offered. As an adolescent
boy, Richard had always felt awkward on the first date never
confident about attempting a kiss. As her mind was racing,
imagining various options and scenarios, Doug took her in his
arms and kissed her passionately. She melted in his arms, letting
herself be drawn close against him, feeling herself pressed
against him from the front of her thighs to her shoulders. It was
a long, slow kiss and she wanted it to go on forever. When they
eased apart, both their faces were flushed and they were
breathing hard with the excitement of their passion.
She wanted to kiss him again and again. She wanted to be the
woman in his bed forever, but she knew it could not be until her
transition was complete. How would she answer if he asked to
stay?
After an eternity of seconds, he spoke, "Meredith, you are one of
the most beautiful and fascinating women I have ever met and I
want to see you again as soon as possible. May I come over this
week-end?"
She wanted to say, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" but knew that it was
impossible. "Oh, Doug, I wish we could be together this week-end,
but I already have a thousand and one things to do. Can you come
next week-end?"
"I'll fly over Friday evening. I'll call you with my flight
schedule." Doug gave her quick kiss and turned and walked to the
elevator.
Meredith was giddy overwhelmed with emotion. Not in her wildest
dreams did she expect this day to be so wonderful. She felt like
a teen-ager after her first kiss. She was in a daze. She just sat
in front of the blank television for more than an hour
remembering reliving that kiss and the entire evening.
"You need to fasten your seat belt, Miss. We're about to land."
The flight attendant's voice interrupted her reflections.
She was so completely lost in her thoughts about yesterday and
the entire trip that she had not noticed the seat belt light or
heard the announcements about the plane's landing.
After the landing, she claimed her luggage, hailed a cab and
headed for home. Her mind raced ahead to the activities of the
coming week. She had a lot to do in preparation for her taking
over the company and for Doug's visit. Could she transform
Richard's apartment into her, more feminine apartment in just one
week or would she have to entertain him at his hotel? Of course,
making love was out of the question. She knew that, as much as
she ached to have him make love to her, they would have to wait
until her surgery. She hoped that he was willing to wait, but
knew that she might lose him. Tears welled up in her eyes at the
thought, but she consoled herself by saying that a man worth
having would be willing to wait.
She was anxious to get home and send an email to her friend
Joanne to tell her of the experiences of the last three days.
Joanne was a cross-dresser with whom she had been corresponding
for more than a year. She was the only person on earth who knew
Meredith's secret. As she logged onto the Internet, a strange
screen appeared.
On a plain blue background, large yellow letters appeared which
said, "Wishes Granted. Please state your wish."
She had never seen such a screen before and could not imagine why
it had appeared, but she decided to play along and typed into the
blank on the screen, "I wish I could be the Meredith that I have
dreamed of being." She laughed as she hit the "Enter" key.
Suddenly, she began to feel a little dizzy. The room appeared to
be spinning. As she grabbed for the desk to stabilize herself,
the desk moved away from her and began to spin with the rest of
the room. Her chair seemed to remain stable as the room spun
around her, going faster and faster until she could not
distinguish individual objects or colors. Everything blended
together into a soft pink cloud. She was floating now. Even the
chair was gone from beneath her. The pink cloud seemed to move
closer to her, enveloping her and pressing against her. Her
clothes along with her artificial breasts and hips melted away
into the cloud. The cloud was warm and soothing against her skin.
It seemed to be massaging, even kneading her flesh and muscles.
She realized that the action of the cloud was, in fact, molding
her body into a new shape. New, real breasts were forming on her
chest. Her waist was being pressed to a new, smaller dimension.
Her penis and scrotum were pressed into her crotch and she felt
the cloud moving inside her, re-forming her into the woman she
had wished to be. Her entire body was being re-shaped. The cloud
pressed tightly around her head, neck and face. She noticed that
she was having no difficulty breathing, in spite of the pressing
of the cloud over her mouth and nose.
As the pink cloud withdrew from her, the nerve endings in her
newly formed body was alive with the excitement of her new flesh.
The body she had dreamed of was now hers and it seemed that every
nerve was sharing in the revelry. She looked down to see her
fabulous new breasts. She brought her soft, slender hands up to
caress this very important part of her new femininity. Her new
nails were long and painted bright red just like her artificial
ones had been. Her legs were perfectly shaped, long and sleek.
Even her feet looked feminine and sexy to her. Of course her
toenails were painted the same bright red as her finger nails.
Her heart was pounding with excitement as her new clothing began
to appear a low-cut bra and a thong bikini silky, sheer panty
hose a white linen mini-skirt and tailored top white sandals with
two-inch heals a diamond tennis bracelet a gold wrist watch a
very large engagement and wedding ring set.
She could feel the chair appear beneath her. The spinning room
seemed to be slowing. She could not make out any details but the
colors were different. The room had been changed. She was anxious
to see what had happened to her furniture and memorabilia.
There seemed to be sunshine coming from one area to her left.
Perhaps there were windows. The colors were lighter, even
pastels. Then, just as she thought she could identify a couple of
pieces of furniture, she passed out.
*****
Joanne, the strangest thing just happened. I was in the midst of
writing this e-mail when the power blinked, but it was more than
that. It was as if there was a sudden eclipse of the sun. For a
split second, everything went black inside and outside the house.
It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Then, just as
suddenly, everything was back just like it had been. The radio is
playing. The air conditioner is running. Your e-mail is on the
computer screen. If it weren't for one thing, I'd think that I
imagined it all. Just as the computer came back on, there was a
strange message on the screen. It said, "Wish Granted." I was
just able to read it before it disappeared and your letter was
back, just like nothing had happened. As soon as I finish this,
I'll run a check on the system, but everything seems to working
fine.
Well, as I was saying, I am thankful every day for the blessings
that Doug and I have received. He has a great job and a generous
income. I can use my modeling income for whatever I want. We've
decided to fund a scholarship at my alma mater. The kids are
fantastic, perfectly healthy and geniuses. I couldn't wish for a
better life.
I'm also excited to hear that things are going so well for you,
too. Give my best to Gerald and the twins. Let me know if they
need any introductions to people in Port Harris. Doug and I won't
interfere with their adventure into modeling, but we will be glad
to help if we can.
Love forever,
Meredith
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