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Right Place, Right Time By Stats CHAPTER 1: I FIND MY DREAM GIRL The day was hectic. I rushed out of the office at 1:10 to get myself a sandwich before I passed out with hunger. My mind was reeling with the several projects I was trying to co-ordinate and I was striding as if I was wearing a pair of seven league boots. I was totally oblivious to anything going on except for my inner turmoil and that I would soon be filling my empty stomach from my favorite sandwich shop on the mall. When she first came into focus I could not be more than 30 feet away. She was walking - rather was swaying as she glided - in the same direction as I was going. She had on a short elegant dress, white with a brown flower print with matching tan open back shoes. Several other things caught my eye. Her proud pose as she walked. Her narrow waist and perfectly shaped hips swaying with each step she took. Her feminine curves were completely in contrast with what I estimated was a six foot one frame. Her beautiful hair is cascading in dark brown waves down over her butt. She did not wear stockings, and the backs of her bare feet on three-inch heels brought back a memory of a French lady serving her lover breakfast in some long ago movie. The bone size yelled man but the whole picture was incredibly, unmistakably, absolutely and completely feminine. I murmured to myself, "If I had to bet, I would take a 100 to one she was female." I apparently had stopped in my tracks. It was like I went through a time warp as now my thoughts were completely turned on to this beautiful creature. I perhaps should explain that I am a transvestite. I have a passable feminine bone structure and I enjoy dressing up and wearing makeup. However, there are very few occasions when I feel comfortable going out in public in drag. There have been a few dozen times over the years when I had ventured out in the dark, coincidentally when there was no moon and, even then, only in the darkest of neighborhoods. I had taken few drives in my car, which had tinted windows, dressed as femme fatale. I was so absorbed in obeying every law that I was never relaxed enough to enjoy myself. I even went for a walk early one morning about a year ago to deposit some trash in a nearby container. I was so nervous that I almost leapt into the trashcan when a van came by. For the last few years this has been my only preoccupation except for that black hole called work. Friends? I'm sure if I died right now; no one would show up at my funeral. Patrick was my dearest friend, never enjoyed anybody's company more than his. But Patrick left and we lost touch. What a lonely son-of-a-bitch I am. But enough of this. I had to know more about this lady. She was not moving fast so I was directly behind her by the time she reached the first food shop. She had stopped and while standing in a perfect model pose with her hips to one side, was assessing whether to go in. I could not get a look at her face as she had her head turned aside to scan their menu. But what I was able to see was captivating. My scan ended on the most beautifully sculptured toenails I have ever seen, colored gold to expertly coordinate with her clothes. They were displayed with class in her open toed shoes. Those shoes had to be a size 11. I should know; I have bought more than a few pairs of large shoes. I slipped into my old sandwich shop next store with the thought this whole fantasy was ridiculous. If I kept staring like this I would have the public humiliation of having my face slapped. I decided to look at the young lady behind the counter who had nice long pink fingernails and a well-shaped chest. Like a thousand times before we became lost in the ritual of ordering the sandwich and coke while she admired me admiring her, and me finally being rewarded with knowing smile. She had completed the ritual by asking if I was taking out my order. (God lady, you know I always take out my sandwich.) For some unknown reason, I heard my voice say, "No, I think I will eat here today." I turned to view the seating area to make sure there was an available booth. Not more than eighteen inches from me was the face of this beautiful creature. She had decided to come in to sandwich shop for lunch as well. My mind was still in auto track as I located one empty booth and was registering this fact as this gorgeous Amazon was absorbing my being. Boy what a knockout. She could not help but look right at me. Her complexion was flawless. Her sensuous light pink lips contained that almost smile look. The most perfectly shaped eyebrows complimented the deep dark brown eyes and they had me hypnotized. 'Odds she is female? Won't take that bet!' flashed cross my mind. Finally, a few eternities later I felt the need to say something. "I'm terribly sorry miss, but you are so incredibly beautiful, I'm afraid I couldn't help but stare at you. I hope I didn't embarrass you." When she responded I was further shocked. The tone of her voice was so soft and feminine you just knew it was perfect for the body from which it came. But it was a full half octave lower than my own voice. How could any voice that low still be so completely female? What did she say? Oh, "How could I possibly be embarrassed by such a gentlemanly remark as you have just made?" She touched my soul. The buxom young lass with the pink talons interrupted the spell of the moment by asking for the goddess' order. For the life of me I cannot remember her response; I was so absorbed by how she talked. Desperate to hear her say something, I said, "I have not seen you here on the mall, before. Are you new in this area?" "No, I had worked here a few years before I went away. That was a while back. I've been here two weeks." Her smile invited continued conversation. Pink fingernails handed me my sandwich and coke. I was busy fishing out my money and trying to think of something else to say. Finally I blurted out, "Would you care to share a booth with me, I think there is only one available at the moment, I would like to hear about what changes you noticed since you left our fair city. (The topic seemed harmless and neutral unless she gets into the drooling idiot in front of her now.)" She accepted my offer and I sat down where I could get the advantage of seeing her approach me. It was puzzling. She was so tall and heavy boned. Yet she had such unbelievable beauty and moved with such grace that it belied anything that would suggest 'big'. My inner thoughts were screaming, 'tell me how you look so feminine, I need to know.' She was much taller than me. What is there about this lady that projects such softness and grace? She sat down opposite me and again gave me one of her captivating smiles. "My name is Paul," I said, extending my open hand to her. "Hi Paul", she cooed, "I am Pat Jones." "Good God Pat!!! Is that really you?" were the words that came out, as my mouth remained open. "Yes Paul Victor Albertson, it is really I." Patrick Jones was the old friend who had left. Pat and I commuted to work for about two years. We often ate lunch here in this sandwich shop. "You didn't recognize me until I told you my name, did you Paul?" "I had just made up my mind that you were the most feminine person I had ever seen in my life - not getting petite confused with feminine. We have sat in this booth many a time and yet it never dawned on me that you were my old commuting and lunch buddy until you mentioned your name in that peculiar way that could only be you. Good lord, we must have talked through 1,000 commutes and lunches about everything in general and nothing in particular. I thought I knew everything about you. But this is a complete surprise, you must have been born female to look the way you do now." "Oh, Paul. You know just the right words to say. How have you been? Are you married? Are you still a workaholic?" "Terrible, no, and yes. Boy did I miss my dear friend Pat. It had always been a mystery why you left, but now I can see you wanted to make some changes. And what changes, you are so gorgeous. What brought this change on?" "Do you remember my going away party? Do you remember telling me that I was your very special friend?" "Yes, we got drunk out of our skulls. You said that you had a family obligation that had to be attended to and so it was Goodbye Seattle! Hello Minneapolis! I remember getting all choked up that night, the last thing I remember was wiping a tear from my eye." "Yes Paul, we both were pretty drunk. That night you shared your deepest secret with me; you were a transvestite." "I did! Well, you were the only person I ever told that to. That night I realized you were my very best friend and I was going to lose you. But the next thing I remember was waking up and you were gone forever." "Paul, I got so much to say and don't know quite how to say it all. I have come here on a vacation. In fact, today is the last day; I am scheduled to go back to Minneapolis tomorrow morning. Please let me get what I have to say off my mind while I have the courage. I would appreciate you hear me out before you say anything more to me." "I came back here because of you. I had seen you in the distance several times over the last two weeks, but I never got the nerve to approach you. Our meeting today was both a coincidence and my last effort to speak to you. When I saw you staring at me next door I wanted to fling myself at you and give you a big kiss. I don't know what made me follow you into our sandwich shop; I had started to walk away. Anyway when you first looked into my eyes and did not show any sign of recognition I was again tempted to leave. But instead you exclaimed how beautiful I am and I knew I had to see this through." "I didn't realize until now that you are oblivious to what followed after you confided in me that you wore female clothing from time to time. But I guess you were too drunk to remember what happened after that. I told you that I loved you. Further that I was really a woman even though I appeared to be a man. You told me you were straight and would always think of me as a man, beard and all. You felt our future was hopeless. You then passed out and I left in tears." "After I regained my composure, I realized that it was for the better that we go our separate ways. It broke my heart. I can't tell you the number of times I cried myself to sleep since that night. In order to overcome the grief of my loss I turned all my energies into becoming as feminine as I possibly could. I have spent thousands of hours applying makeup, changing hairstyles, practicing voice refinements, shaping my body through diet and exercise, and studying feminine mannerisms. I had seven different surgeries. I doubt there is another girl in the state who is mentally as feminine as I am." "In the process, I came to abhor anything male and so had to search my soul to determine what I needed that would make me whole. Thoughts of you have haunted me ever since we parted company. Recollections of many things we had talked about on those boring commutes came back to me. I know that as Patrick Jones you had no sexual interest in me whatsoever. But, I also knew you were obsessed with the female look -both on others and on yourself. Paul, I had to come back to see if there is a possibility that we could rekindle our friendship and to find out if there is any romantic future for us." "Paul, I am still very much in love with you." I could see a tear starting to form in one of the depthless eyes that I was helpless to look away from. I wanted to say something but the information I had just been fed was too overpowering and I was having an overload moment. "Please give me a second Pat; I need to think about what to say." "Okay, I'm going to give you the honest sequence of thoughts that occurred to me over the last half hour. I need to do this to think this thing out." "I left the office thirty five minutes ago totally involved with office projects." "I spot you in the mall. Don't know who you are, but I forget to continue walking or think about office projects." "I follow you like a puppy and conclude I have never seen anything more feminine in my life." "I fanaticize at having beautiful hair and a shapely body such as yours." "I try to regain my sanity, leave you to go in and order a sandwich" "I turn to see if there is a booth and am confronted with the most beautiful feminine face I have ever set eyes on." "I haven't been able to get serious with any person for fear they will discover my secret since my best buddy, Pat, left. But I think this girl is worth the risk." "You drop the bombshell that you used to be my buddy and confidant, Patrick Jones." "I now realize Patrick never existed, It was really Patricia that I commuted with, why did that never occur to me until ten minutes ago?" "You are in love with me and have been all these number of years." "You are not turned off by my desire to dress as a woman, in fact this is one of the things that attracts you to me - I am a female version of a male to you." "If I understand you right, you can help me achieve the ability to pass publicly as a girl when ever I want, something I have only dared to dream about." "You are scheduled to leave the islands tomorrow," After several minutes of intense reflection I made the only decision possible. "Patricia, I don't think any human being on the face of this planet has ever been faced with this particular variety of 'love at first sight'." "Let me see, it has been, ahh, twenty-five minutes since I introduced myself to you. Will you cancel your flight to Minneapolis tomorrow and marry me?" "Paul, are you sure. Your final words to me that night that 'you would always think of me as a man' came from your soul." "Patricia, you may have looked like a male at one time in your life, but you are anything, anything BUT a man. I am in love with my best friend, the female Patrick Jones. Please marry me." "Oh yes Paul, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" "Okay, you explain to pink-claws, who is coming over here, why we haven't touched our food and need this booth for another fifteen minutes. Meanwhile I will work out the major details of our future life together?" "If you purse your lips together when you smile, you will look more feminine," Patricia said as she touched two elegant gold fingertips to her lips and then touched my pursed lips. CHAPTER 2: I FIND MY DREAM FANTASY I floated back to the office with the thought I would see Patricia in just three short hours. It was not until I started to do a project that I realized that I didn't know whether she was a born female or a surgically created female. I searched through our lunch conversation and nothing was said that couldn't be construed either way. All I know is that she is the most stunning girl I had ever seen. I should have asked. Then again that would have been tacky and implied it was important to me. "Patricia, were any of your surgeries to reassign your gender?" Not an appropriate question if she was born female. "Patricia how did you get your beard to look so realistic?" Tacky, tacky. I was so preoccupied with finding my long lost friend and getting to fulfill my fantasy of going out in public as a passable female that it completely escaped my attention. Damn it, she had to be a born female, yet the big bone structure and large feet. I tried to put it out of my mind and get engrossed in my projects but it was not to be. At Five p.m. we would be starting our new life together. To say I was excited would be a gross understatement. I finally forced myself to concentrate on my work with an almost hypnotic trance. I would have been late for our meeting if my secretary had not brought me out of my spell with, "I can't believe anyone can be that interested in their work at 5:10 on a Friday night, don't you have a life, Paul?" I rushed downstairs fearing she would have second thoughts and not show up or take my being late as a sign that I had changed my mind. There she was, an exquisite smile appearing as she spotted me. She had three shopping bags full of packages. After a lingering kiss and an intimate hug she said, "Will I always be second fiddle to your work, Paul? You have robbed me of twelve minutes of our life together." "If I told you I would have been late you probably would have picked out a few more items. I think I better start arriving early before you drive us into bankruptcy." The plan was to go back to her hotel, let her freshen up and deposit the packages she had bought. Then out to buy her an engagement ring and celebrate at one of the better restaurants in town. However, once the door closed to her room she tore my jacket off and we were in each other's arms trying desperately to shed the rest of our clothes while our lips were locked together and tongues exploring every ridge, tooth and crevice in each other's mouth. The sliding of one tongue over the other was uncontrollably erotic. We were puffing out of our noses like two locomotives. Patricia's body was jerking with her first orgasm as we parted so I could unzip her dress and let it drop to the floor. I kissed her sweet smelling neck as I dropped her panties inside her dress on the floor. She meantime, had given up trying to unbutton my shirt and was fumbling with my belt. As I raised my hands slowly over the backs of her legs toward her thin waist her hips started to wildly pump. The feel of her cool smooth flesh on my hands and the tingle of her long hair on the back of my hands were sending me to sexual heights I never thought possible. She finally succeeded in dropping my pants and underpants in a pile around my shoes and socks. My member was throbbing when she impaled herself on it as guttural moans escaped her. As Patricia was doing this she had fallen backwards on the bed and her legs were locked behind me so I had no choice but to follow. My hands left its exploration of her waist and rib cage to break the fall. As we landed she had scooped her hair with one hand, thrown it over my back and pinned it down with her hugging arms. I started to crawl on all fours up to the top of bed. I had to inch my way up as I my ankles were tied by my pants and shorts. They were still there, as I couldn't take off my shoes. Patricia had her head to one side and I was violently licking her ear, the only thing within reach of my tongue. She momentarily stopped as wave after wave of pleasure went through her body. It didn't matter, I had reached the pillows and was uncontrollably ejaculating time after time into her soaking pussy as she was softly moaning, "Oh Paul, oh Paul, oh Paul!" I rolled onto my back. She arranged her hair so we were in a tent of it and the only thing that existed for me in the universe was her face, my face and our body. "Oh, Paul, when I entered the hotel lobby a shudder went through my body that made me realize I was intensely aroused and incredibly wet. By the time we got off the elevator I was certain that I would not make it to the room before I pulled you down to the carpet and raped you. I was masturbating with my thighs while you were opening the door, not really caring if any one was watching. By the time we got inside, I was completely out of control." My hands, tracing gentle lines up her smooth back, found her bra and I unhooked it as she was talking. Immediately, my member started to stiff again. In a pavlovian response, her hips started to buck. By the time I came back in focus she had removed her bra and we were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues once more. She slipped her legs under my pants and shoes so my legs were crossed behind her back. She then whispered in my ear, "It is your turn to be the woman, Paula. This is your hair covering the two of us, these are your breasts, and it is I, Pat who is inside you. You moan all you like dear, but I am going to ejaculate into you." I started to moan as my mind started to play out the fantasy. I don't know where it came from, but our body shuddered as one as we had our first mutual orgasm. We must have both dozed off in each other's arms as I awoke and Patricia with her back to me was removing my clothing from the tangle around my ankles. I methodically unbuttoned my shirt as I reflected over the events of the last hour. "Hey, sleepy head, it's time for us to take a shower," she said as she came up and lightly kissed me on the mouth. "I am excited because I will get to explore your body while I am washing you and you can do the same to me if you want." Want? That was hardly an intense enough word for what I felt about the opportunity. In the shower, Patricia nudged up to me and said in her most sultry voice, "Paula, tonight we are going to go shopping for a wedding ring for me, and I want you, my best girlfriend to go shopping with me. But you don't have to make up your mind, now. Wait and see if after the transformation you feel up to it." I was certain I would not be going outside this room dressed as a female. However, the opportunity to get a professional makeover was something I could not resist. "But, what am I to wear?" I asked. "Silly, do you think all those packages you helped me carry in were for me? I bought you a complete outfit, from the skin out, as well as a few unusual accessories. Now, stand still while I rid you of this distracting body hair." As quickly denuded my entire body, as I could not muster a single comment, being totally captivated by the naked woman in my shower. She started to pluck my eyebrows and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her gorgeous face; I would never look as feminine as her but what the heck. Just over an hour later I was asked to look in the mirror. She had fitted me with a wig of incredibly long hair. The false breast forms were the same size as her luscious breasts. Long fingernails made my hands look a lot like hers. Especially as my nail color was the same as she was now applying. One incredibly tight corset had reduced my waist to 26 inches, maybe two inches wider than hers. When I was finally able to look in the mirror, I could not believe what I saw. My resemblance to Patricia was remarkable; the wig was the same color and shape as her own hair. My eyebrows were identical to hers and the subtle tones and shades hid anything masculine. My cleavage was so realistic; I had to touch them again to be sure that it wasn't really my flesh that was showing. While she was making me up, she was simultaneously making herself up so I was getting a lot of detail on why each item was selected and used. She then slipped on a solid turquoise silk dress with a low back. The front was held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps. It wrapped around her neck and showed off her ample cleavage. Below the narrow waist it flared over her hips and hugged her thighs. Two beautifully slender legs emerged ending with a pair of matching three-inch heels. Four delicate straps over the toes and an ankle strap completed a picture of pure class. As she walked toward me, the shimmering fabric changed color as if by magic. She was breathtaking. "Now we have to find something for you to wear, Paula." We spent a few teasing minutes where she asked what color I would like and how high on the thigh it should be. She then turns around holding the very same outfit that she is wearing. We look stunning, standing side by side in front of the mirror. Patricia is prettier by a long shot but I have to admit I look the more a typical female with my smaller frame. That is until I open my mouth. There is no time for voice lessons so a quick immersion gets me to the point where I can say, "Please", "Thank You", "Yes", "No" and "This here" in a passable female voice. "Well, Paula, are you willing to give it a try?" I must have said I will not leave this room a thousand times in the last hour. While I was wrestling with this inner turmoil, someone knocked on the door. Patricia answered it, as I quickly dove into the bathroom and closed the door. A few moments later Patricia wrapped on the door. "We should go now, Paula." "Who was that?" I asked. "It was the bellhop checking up that everything is okay. I gave him your suit to have dry-cleaned and shoes to shine. You really don't have anything else to wear Paula. Hope you don't mind. I know you really want to try this, and I have my heart set on shopping for an engagement ring tonight." CHAPTER 3: I FIND MY DREAM LIFE I was trapped. We had agreed I would buy her the ring tonight, and so I stepped out in the hall with my heart in my throat. Patricia followed me. The next thing I know is that we are in an elevator with another couple. I kept expecting her to ask me why I was dressed like a woman. Finally the woman looks at me and says, "I wish I had your figure so I could wear a dress like that." I smile and reply, "Thank You". She continues, "Where are you from?" I reply "Here", giving a pleading look to Patricia to help me out as I am quickly running out of vocabulary. Patricia replies "My sister and I are spending the night here in town so we shop for an engagement ring for me." Before I could gather my thoughts, four other people had entered the elevator. The first lady announces to them all that my sister is going to get her engagement ring tonight with the help of her younger sister. There is much conversation directed at Patricia, when is the date? Will it be a big wedding? Will she be staying in the area? Someone in the crowd has a Polaroid camera. Before I can think of a reason to be excused we were having our picture taken in front of the enormous flower display in the hotel lobby. As I look at the picture I realize that Patricia has, as always, struck the pose of a movie actress. I on the other hand am standing there like a linebacker. I am given more instructions on how to pose as a female and off we are to the hotel registrar. Patricia tells them that I will also be staying with her in the room to help plan her wedding. We would like the room for Saturday night as well, is there a problem? Can we have another key? It is about eight when we emerge from the hotel. The twilight of the outside and the almost vacant street is a welcome change from the bright lights and crowds in the lobby. I breathe a sigh of relief that I can relax in the semi darkness. As we slowly walk the four blocks to the mall I am caught up in my femininity. I have no trouble walking in the shoes as I walked around my home in much higher heels a good deal. I look down at my professional pedicure, each step reinforcing my desired femininity. The gentle breeze blowing on my legs and thighs remind me that I am wearing a dress and the feel of the silky stockings between my legs send shivers of joy through my being. My captivated waist crushed by my corset reminds me of the discomfort I must endure to be a female. As I close my eyes there are only two of us who know there is not a pussy at the top of those long legs and try as I might I am not able to feel anything of my sex. My long dark brown curly hair is such a turn on. I can feel it on my back and shoulders. I toss my head from side to side to get the sensation of long hair on my bare flesh. Patricia is looking at me with a smile. "You are really getting into this, aren't you my love?" "It was only seven hours ago when I was lamenting how totally lacking my life was. In that short time, you have brought me to the happiest moments in my life." "The best is yet to come," she said with a smile. I spent the rest of the time refining my female walk and imitating the sway that so captivated me the first time I saw Patricia. We are at the mall much too soon. Patricia explained that the jewelry store is at the far end of the mall and that we should not hurry as she knows the owner and he is expecting us. So we window-shopped. She pointed out the store where she bought our shoes and purses. We go into the shop where she bought our dresses. The clerk who sold her the dresses is still there and gushes over us as we prance about. We spend some time at the one where she bought my lingerie. Finally, we reach the jewelry store. A rather large man in his late forties approached us. "Well Patricia, I see you were able to get your fianc?e to come out of the closet." Turning to me he continues, "Paula, I am John Jones, Patricia's father and owner of the national chain of J.J. Jewelers." "Congratulations on your engagement, I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you. You are the stunning image of my Patricia." Is Patricia a born female, or did she have transgender surgery while in Minneapolis? Was she really Patrick Jones or impersonating Patrick Jones for some reason? Well, my dear readers, the answer is neither as you will see when you read on. I was flabbergasted. I took an immediate liking to this big teddy bear of a man. He obviously was well informed about me. My mind was flooding with a thousand questions. The one on top of the heap was, is Patricia a born female? "I am so very pleased to meet you, sir," escaped my lips in my best imitation of a female voice. "Paula, please call me John," he replied, "I see we are going to have to get you some tutoring on your voice. All I can say is you have made Patricia the happiest I have ever seen her. When she phoned me after your lunch with a 'he loves me, he proposed to me, daddy' between blubbers I was ready to buy the whole damn town a drink. We will talk more over dinner, if of course you will both allow me to buy you dinner. There is so much I would like to know about you and I can give you a not-so-objective of what brought Patricia up to this moment." "I would be delighted if you would join us," I replied seeing that I was going to be able to find the answer to my question this very evening." "Great, now let us get on with the selection of the rings. Please follow me to my special showing room." As we walked toward the rear of the store, it suddenly occurred to me. Patricia had already spent three or four thousand dollars on clothes and hotel rooms. Now here I was about to buy a ring from her father, an international jeweler. There is $4,000 in my bank account and a limit on my credit card of $5,000. Oh, dear me! The door to the room closed and three of us were alone. Patricia immediately rushed over to her father, "Oh daddy, I owe you so much for persuading me to make one last effort to contact Paul. Isn't Paula a gorgeous creature?" "Paula, you have to forgive my daughter, she has carried a torch for you for almost three years and I had concluded some time ago that if she did not convince you to spend the rest of your lives together she will be in permanent mourning. But ladies, let's talk about this at dinner. Right now I would like to show you some rings. Here are the rules. Paula, you by rights should buy Patricia her engagement and wedding rings. Patricia, you should give Paula the exact same set and it should come from your money. I am going to sell you these rings at my purchase cost without any overhead markup. These prices may surprise you and I will personally give each of you a spanking if you let it be known outside this room what that cost will be. Is that okay with the two of you?" We both giggled at the thought of Patricia's father spanking us and as we looked at each other we both said in unison, "Yes daddy." John went to the safe and brought out a small package. We were seated across from him and holding hands as he unwrapped the layers of black velvet. Inside were two earrings that each had an enormous matching stone among a cluster of smaller stones. "My European buyer purchased these for $6,000. Those two diamonds are Marquise cut which when mounted will give your fingers an elongated look. They are the most perfect I have ever laid eyes on. They are 1.6-karat stones. Taking into account the other stones in the earrings I am offering them to you two for $2,400 each. I have had them appraised at $20,000 each." We went through a catalogue of different types of settings. We both settled on an exquisite wedding band and engagement ring that would be suitable for the Marquise diamond. When he tallied up the cost for the three stones that would accompany the big diamond and the rings themselves the total price was $3,100, including tax, each of the two rings. He said there would be no charge for mounting, as he would be doing that himself, even though he customarily only did this for billionaires and foreign royalty. "The rings will be ready Monday at noon. In the mean time, so the two of you don't feel naked here are two engagement rings that you can use until then." he said as he pulled out two beautiful matching solitaire engagement rings with the largest diamonds I have ever seen. We slipped the rings on each other's fingers while pledging our love. We sealed the moment with a lingering gentle kiss while John mumbled in the background, "I really wanted to pay for these rings but that would not be appropriate." Then after a few moments he blurted, "I know, J.J. Jewelers will pay for a two week honeymoon/vacation anywhere you two ladies care to go." We were still lost in each other's eyes when he exclaimed "Oh my gosh, it is already nine thirty. I took the liberty of making reservations at the 'Marquise' restaurant, which seemed appropriate. We had better get right over there." I replied, "I don't know John, things just keep getting better and better for Patricia and I while we remain in this room." I went over to give my future father in law a hug, something I had never done to a male in my life. It didn't surprise me when he hugged me right back and gave me a fatherly kiss on the cheek. I thought I was through with surprises by the time we were walking to our table at the Marquise. We were like a parade, the waiter leading the way, then Patricia swaying like a ship in a gale, then me trying to mimic her walk, and finally John. When we arrive at the table there is another person there. She is a woman in her forties, unbelievably beautiful, and has almost the identical bone structure and height to Patricia. "Oh mom, my dream has come true," Patricia says embracing the lady only as a mother and daughter can. "Paula, please meet the love of my life, Karen," John said as the woman started to glide toward me. We embraced and then she looked to me with a pair of deep brown eyes. "You are much prettier than I had imagined. I can't tell you how delighted I am to meet you after all these years of hearing my daughter talk about you, Paula." The next forty minutes were filled with small talk, Patricia describing the events of the day to them in intimate detail while we ordered and ate our meal. I must admit I was embarrassed as the detail of our sexual escapades of the afternoon were described but I didn't care because it was quite obvious Patricia could do no wrong in the eyes of her parents and they were so very anxious to bring me into their family. I was asked about my background. I am an only child but not very close to either my mother or father. They live in Portland where I grew up. I have no friends to speak of - was regarded as a study nerd through school and college. The contrast between my upbringing and Patricia's upbringing couldn't have been more vivid. What was most frightening was I felt closer to Karen and John at this moment than I did to my own family; it was their openness and unconditional acceptance that had won me over. Coffee arrives and John takes my hand and says "Paula dear, let me tell you about the Jones family. If I appear nervous, it is because I am going to tell you things that only a handful of people know and it is important it is kept within the family." "First, let me say that the situation you faced happened once before in almost exact detail." "I had a college friend named Patrick. Patrick was tall and athletic and the two of us were pretty much a pair. One day as we were goofing off in my room Patrick started to cry. I am a pretty emotional person myself and was very concerned about him. So I went over to find out what was the matter. Imagine the shock when he told me he wanted to become a woman and actually had been on female hormones for the last five months. He then lowered the big one, he was madly in love with me." "I was dumbfounded. I knew he was not kidding because he then takes my hand and places it over one of his budding breasts and returns it to my lap. I say the first thing that comes across my mind. Patrick, you are my best friend and I will help you in any way I can, but I am not in love with you, I could never love another man." "That was the last I ever saw of Patrick. A year later I met Karen at a party, she was someone else's date and I had another date. For both of us it was love at first sight and I was convinced I had never seen more feminine creature in my life even though she was very large woman. We knew each other for a few months and I was completely infatuated with her but something was wrong between us, and I couldn't figure out what it was. This went on for some time and finally I found it was time to fish or cut bait, I asked her to marry me." "She broke down crying. She then confided that she knew of me before we met. She was, in fact, Patrick's twin sister. She told me that she was at odds with me because on the one hand she was very much in love with me but on the other hand I was a contributor to her dear brother's suicide." "I also started to cry. That was the last thing I ever wanted to happen to Patrick, I never should have let him leave, but I just couldn't have gone through anything romantic with him. I described to Karen my last meeting with Patrick and begged her forgiveness for my part in Patrick's tragedy." "We were married soon afterward. We both wanted a child and we knew we would name it Pat after Karen's brother. Within a year Pat was born. However, the gods with their wicked sense of humor were not through with us quite yet. Pat was born a hermaphrodite, having both a penis and a vagina. The advice we received at that time was to raise the child as a male as that seemed to be the dominant sex. But we were both so obsessed with Karen's brother's desire to be a female that we thought it best to go that route instead." "We appeared to be wrong. By the time she was 15, Patricia was over six feet tall and feeling anything but a female. She excelled in sports and unlike all the other girls in her class showed absolutely no interest in boys. She did not have her first period until she was 17. Karen and I were horrified. Had we made the wrong decision?" "We sent her to specialists who informed us that she was a functional female but very confused about her gender. If she were to become a male she would not be able to father children and so she should be very careful of the choice she should make." "We had many discussions, one day she wanted to be male, another day she wanted to be female. We frankly didn't know what to do. Finally, when she graduated from college, she announced to us that she wanted to be a male. But it wasn't that her fervent desire was to be a male, it was more like her best default was to be a male. She said the deciding factor was that just like her father she could not be in love with a male." "After a great deal of family discussion, it was decided she would move to Seattle for two years and live as a male. When she returned she would make the decision and become either the best male or the best female he/she could possibly be." "When Patricia returned she had made her decision. She was to remain female. To our pleasant surprise there was no doubt in her mind that was the course to be taken. She also told us about you, Paul, and how you had rejected her because you were convinced she was either a man or an extremely manly woman." "As Patricia probably told you we spared no expense in trying to get her to become the most female person she was capable of being. She had several cosmetic surgery changes to soften her figure and enhance her breasts. She had an eating and exercising regiment that will stay with her the rest of her life. We had sent her to three of the best finishing schools in the world to learn how to become a lady. In addition we had tutors to help her talk like a female and attain any number of individual female graces. It may have been overkill but we were desperate that Patricia be a happy well adjusted daughter." "But Paul, you were her one hang up. You were her first love and I am willing to venture the only love she would have in this life. I had you investigated. You are a top-notch graphic designer, probably one of the best in the city. We also have pictures of you in drag both inside and outside your house." As he slid a picture to me he said, "Here is one where you were taking out the garbage - trying to appear inconspicuous in five inch heels and an absurdly high mini skirt." "It looked like all you ever did was dress up as a woman and work like a horse. You would have plenty of time to do other things if you went to work as a girl. Patricia, on the other hand was captivated with your transvestite activities and had finally figured out that is what she wanted, the male Paul who looked like the female Paula but who could screw like a lynx." "Finally, I am looking for a son to pass this business on eventually. We could use a graphic designer to help us with our jewelry designs. That would be as good a place as any to learn the business. Of course, you would have to move to Minneapolis and I would have to rethink the concept of a son." "John, would you care to dance with your son-to-be?" "I'm next, daddy." "Don't forget dear, your wife loves to dance too."