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Carin and I had been married for just about 9 months when I was badly injured in a commercial plane crash on the way home from a business trip I?d taken. We?ve been deeply in love since our senior year in High School and all throughout our years in College, having married shortly after we graduated. Carin is a spectacularly beautiful young woman and I can?t help but feel extremely fortunate having her as my wife, all 5?6? of her gorgeous, 110 lb., 36C-24-35 self with that lovely long reddish blond hair of hers. We?d waited until we were married to become fully intimate and we?d done our very best to make up for lost time, both during our honeymoon, and since. She?d become quite the tiger in bed, too, often wearing me out completely. All that will have to change now, I?ve been told, what with the injuries I received in the crash. When I?d finally regained consciousness in the hospital, after ten hours of emergency surgery just to save what they could of my partially mangled body, I woke up to see Carin sitting beside me in the room. I knew almost immediately I?d been badly hurt, my legs were held up in the air, via ties, to the framework above the bed, and I could feel that the lower part of my body was heavily bandaged. I was still pretty groggy most of the rest of that first day, but felt much better as far as being lucid by the next morning, even though I was pretty heavily dosed with painkillers. I got both the good news and the bad around mid-morning when a couple of doctors came into the room to talk with Carin and me about my condition and prognosis. In a nutshell, the good news is that I?ll live, the bad news is that I lost my male organs completely. They were severed in the crash, and the surgery had been done both to save my life and to make the best of the bad situation my crotch was left in. As it stands now, optional additional surgery notwithstanding, I?ll have to sit to pee from here on out, they?d had to make it so since I no longer had a penis left to pee through. So much for me ever making love to Carin again, and so much for the family we?d both wanted to start, too. Now you have to understand that this all took place in the year 2010 and well into the early years of genetic research when many new techniques were being developed and used for the very first time. Therein lies the hope the doctors gave me for the only way possible for me to have anything resembling a normal life. There was no way, they explained, that I could ever regain my male `package?, science hadn?t come that far yet. However, great gains had been made in transgender genetic research and it might just be possible that I could be changed into a woman. After both Carin and I asked them many questions about this possibility and it?s potential ramifications, they left us alone to discuss it. My first fear was, of course, that she would leave me, since I couldn?t give her the family we both had been planning to have. And then there was our marriage itself, in spite of their assurances, we would be able to remain legally wed. I asked her how she?d feel about being married to another woman and she said, ?Look, you big lug I married you because I love you. I still love you, so get my leaving you out of your thoughts and worries, it?s not going to happen. We can still adopt, and there?s always the possibility of Artificial Insemination, too. And as for the sex? I guess I?m going to have to learn how to be a lesbian, but girls have been doing others girls for a long time, so we?ll just need to figure out how they do it, won?t we?? The discussion goes on for hours and hours with Carin eventually talking me into going all the way and letting them see if they?re really able to change my sex. I mean, what the hell, why not, I thought, I?m sure not worth anything to Carin or myself like this. I?m discharged from the hospital about three weeks later, after I?ve sufficiently healed from the surgery, and well on my way with the genetic treatment that?s supposed to change me into a girl within about four to six months, if all goes as planned. It?s really a very, very strange feeling to no longer feel anything external in my crotch. Even with the light bandages I?m still wearing, the difference is quite obvious and more than slightly disconcerting. I?m in no real pain any longer and I only need the bandages to control the slight amount of seepage I?m still having from around the stitches. As soon as it stops, I can stop with the bandages, too. My first look at my crotch came about two days before I was discharged when the nurse taught me how to redo the bandages and she?d removed the bulky ones I?d been wearing. Despite the heavy bruising and obvious lack of the external organs I?d lost, I guess I looked pretty good, all things considered. It was during this change of dressings that the nurse finally removed the catheter I?ve had in since the operation, which of course means that when I have to pee I?ll need to do it sitting down. What the doctors have done is affix a small tube to the end of my shortened urethra and left the end of it sticking out just beyond the skin but it?s really hard to find or see it, so I guess for now it?ll have to do. Carin?s going to bring some clothes for me to wear home, and I have to laugh to myself when it occurs to me I don?t know if she?ll bring a pair of my Jockey Shorts or a pair of her panties for me to wear. The day finally arrives, after almost a month in the hospital, when I?m to be discharged and can finally get dressed instead of having to wear these damned hospital gowns all the time. We?re sitting waiting for the doctors to come in to tell me we can leave, when I remember the underwear aspect I?d thought about and have to laugh again, knowing now she?d brought a pair of my Jockey?s for me to wear home. When she looks at my laughing, I explain why, and her only comment is, ?Enjoy it while you can sweety, that?s going to have to change soon.? I know she?s right, and for the first time since we agreed to take this course of action, I get a slight case of cold feet. The realization of what I?m already well into the process of doing, even though nothing external can be seen just yet, hits me with enormous force and I get quite light-headed for just a moment. About a half-hour later, we?re in the car, and with Carin behind the wheel, headed home at last. Once home and inside, sitting at the kitchen table, Carin asks me if the doctors ever explained to me what was going to happen to me over the next few months and exactly how it was being caused to occur. ?Well, yeah, didn?t they explain it to you?? I ask her. ?Yes, but let?s go over it with each other since we were told separately, to make sure we both have the whole story.? ?Okay. Here?s how I understand it: The recombinant DNA they?re using is made from own DNA, but with all the Y chromosomes removed, so all I?ll have when it?s all said and done are XX, like all girls have. How I?ll end up, appearance wise, will be totally up to my own genes even though I could have asked for some slight adjustments. The timing of what features of myself will change, and when, is something they can?t predict although I should see the early stages of breast development pretty soon. So too, with the fat distribution, from my belly to my hips and ass.? ?Did they tell you about the widening of your pelvic bones?? she asks. ?Yes, and that it would take the longest time to occur and probably not be complete until about six months from the time of my first shot.? ?Good, I?m glad they explained that to you, too. Now I have to admit something to you, Tom.? ?Oh you do, do you? And just what is that?? ?I asked them to make one small change?? ?Oh?? I ask her, now curious. ?Yes, to make sure you got a nice big pair of boobies, like mine or bigger.? ?Now why in hell would you do that?? I question her, more than a little bit amused. ?Well, it?s like this, honey. You have so much fun with mine, I though I should have at least as much, to play with in yours.? Then the discussion turned to more practical matters when we talked about the huge settlement we were going to get from the airline, and that they were paying all our medical expenses, too. The end result of it will be that not only will I be able to get the whole new wardrobe I?m going to need but I?ll also not have to go back to work until well after my change is complete. This will afford me plenty of time to get adjusted to the new life I?ll be leading, with all it?s nuances and such. And I soon begin to realize just how much I need to learn, too, when Carin starts explaining just some of the stuff women have to be conscious of all the time. Not just when it comes to what they?re wearing but also in the area of personal hygiene. I?d not really given this much thought in the past since it didn?t really affect me all that much, but now I have little choice but to pay strict attention to it all the time. Nor had I given much thought to when I?d start wearing girl?s clothes, figuring I?d just do it when the need was obvious, but Carin will have none of that, saying, ?None of that, sweety, you don?t have time to put it off. As soon as those bandages can come off and you can get into the tub, the fun begins. First thing you?ll have to do is shave your legs and under your arms, then it?s into hose and dresses you go.? ?So soon? I thought I could wait a while before we began?? ?No way, darling, there?s far too much for you to learn. All your mannerisms will need to be changed, how you sit and cross your legs, for example, and you?ll have to get used to wearing high heels and makeup, too. We have a lot of work ahead of us if this is going to work.? Before going out for dinner that evening, we discussed much of what lay ahead for me, especially, but also for both of us. What clothes I could wear for now (some of her things, until I had changed enough to warrant starting my own wardrobe), when we?d begin (tonight, when I?m to wear one of her nightgowns to bed), and when I would make the final changeover to living full time as a woman (when the size of my breasts make it impossible for me to pass as a man any longer). In the meantime, my forced dieting begins at dinner this night, too, with me being limited to broiled fish, a large salad, and steamed vegetables with no desert but for coffee. After dinner, we took a nice walk along the river, hand in hand as always, to remind us of the deep love we still share and her determination to continue both the emotional and physical relationships that make up our marriage. Finding a place that?s not very well lit, Carin and I steal a kiss and it quickly becomes quite touchy-feely as our hands begin to roam one another?s bodies. I can almost feel myself getting the first stirrings of an erection, but this is, of course, impossible, and I can?t help but wonder what being aroused will feel like when my change is complete. How will it feel to have my breasts squeezed and caressed as I?m doing to Carin?s? Or to have my pussy get as wet as I know hers gets when she?s fully aroused? So many all-together new experiences lie ahead for me, so many changes. It won?t be long before what?s left of the old me is lost and gone forever, to be replaced with the feminine version of myself much as I would have been had I been born a girl instead of a guy. A week has passed and we?re leaving the doctor?s office after my weekly checkup, permission having been given me to finally go without the bandages all- together. To this end, knowing this would likely be the case since there?s been no seepage for about four days, Carin and I are going shopping for panties. There?s no reason I can come up with for my continuing to wear my old Jockey Shorts, nor is there any for me to not start wearing panties, especially since she?s assured me they?ll fit a lot better and thus be much more comfortable, too. She?s measured my hips and butt so she knows what size I?ll need, five?s, and since this will change as my hips widen and I get more fat on my butt, we?re just going to get the cheapest panties we can find at Wal-Mart. I really doubt I?ll ever need anything above six?s since all the women in my family are kind of skinny and slender, even there. I?ve already started wearing pantyhose most of the time and makeup too, but that only around the house just to help me get used to it. I?m going to have to start wearing a bra pretty soon, too?my nipples are much bigger now, measuring almost two inches in diameter and there?s no doubt my boobs have started to develop. And man, are they sensitive, too, I can barely stand touching them or having anything rub against them, so Carin?s convinced me to start wearing a camisole under my shirts and they do help. We?ve decided to start making a photographic record of the changes I?m undergoing, starting tonight, so we pick up a couple of those cheap cameras before we leave the store. I can?t help but think, while I?m lying in the tub after we get home, of how Carin?s boundless enthusiasm for the change I?m undergoing, her obvious enthusiasm to teach me everything I?ll need to know about being a girl, and yes, even her constant talk about all the sexual fun we?re going to have when my change is complete. What is it about, this woman I love so much, that makes her so able to adapt like this? Does she really love me so much that she?d be so willing to love me no matter what? To become a lesbian of her own free will and accord just so we can stay together? Or is it just a child-like innocence on her part that?s being expressed in this manner, a desire for me to become the sister she never had? Oh well, time will tell I guess. Time to get to this shaving thing I have to do now. I think that, just for the hell of it, I?m going to shave my crotch, too, for no other reason than just to tease her. Hmm, it looks like I?m starting to get that seam developing, the doctor said, would be the early stage of the formation of my pussy, there?s a slightly reddened line running from the front to the back of my crotch and it?s slightly indented, too. Sitting up, and then standing, I step out of the tub and dry myself off before using the lotion Carin told me I should start applying all over. Once I?ve rubbed it in, I dust myself with her after-bath powder before wrapping the towel around myself like she does, above my little boobies, and going back into the bedroom. I do have to admit to myself, I like how I feel right now, nice and clean and sweet smelling from the powder, almost feminine in a way. It?s too early to get ready for bed, so I dig out a pair of Carin?s old running shorts to put on after I?ve picked out a pair of panties, then a camisole and last of all, an old tee shirt. As soon as Carin sees me fresh out of the bath, she comes to me and gives me a nice hug, commenting on how nice I smell, as she rubs herself against me. I know what she?s doing isn?t just for my benefit, either, it?s also for hers, as she?s doing everything she can to effect her own change in orientation. ?Okay, honey, I think we should get you started dressing properly first thing tomorrow and we?ll begin your lessons in earnest then, okay?? I somewhat reluctantly agree, knowing this will mark the beginning of the end for Tom and the new life for me as Tami, the name I?ve chosen to assume. For tonight, however, after dinner, Carin?s rented some video?s to watch since it?s a lousy night for TV. By the way, did I tell you I?m hungry all the time? The diet she?s put me on is working, though, I?ve already lost almost ten pounds and it?s starting to affect my figure, too. My waistline is lot less now, by a good 4 inches although some of it?s gone to my hips and ass, I?m 3 inches bigger there now. My hips hurt, too, but the doctor warned me it would happen as my pelvic bones are starting to widen to make room for my birth canal. Now there?s a really pleasant thought, me getting pregnant and having a baby... NOT! After we?ve watched both the video?s she rented, soft lesbian porn no less, we go out onto the back porch for where we have a last drink and a smoke to talk about tomorrow a little before calling it a night. I ask Carin what she wants to do tomorrow, assuming she has something in mind and she answers, ?First thing is to get you dressed. I think we should both wear similar clothes, just skirts and blouses with hose and heels, to start getting you used to them. Then, what I think we should do, is for me to start helping you change your mannerisms and teaching you how to sit stand and walk. Sound okay to you, honey?? ?Yeah, I guess so. I know this is going to take some doing, too, changing everything I?ve been doing for the past 22 years. But it?s inevitable and I have to make the switch.? A little bit later, as we?re getting ready for bed, Carin introduces me to her nightly ritual of face cleansers and night creams, tasks she says girls must do regularly in order to properly take care of their skin. Then, it?s into one of her nightgowns and on to bed. Lying still, my arms around my wife, I can?t help but wonder what life holds in store for me as a young woman? as well as for Carin. The feel of her soft satin nightgown against my skin, the first of what I know are to be many, many new sensations I?m going to have to learn to get used to over the next few months. I wonder if I?ll be able to pull this off? no more major change to my life could possibly be any more difficult. Once we?re up and awake the following morning, and have taken our respective turns in the bathroom, it?s time to begin my acclimatization, as Carin jokingly calls it, to wearing girl?s clothes. Good thing we?re fairly close to the same height, although I?m somewhat heavier than she is for the time being. We both hope we can hold off spending any more money on new clothes for me now than we have to, the more I?ll have later for a new wardrobe when I reach my optimum weight and figure changes. Being married, I of course know what sort of things Carin normally wears, so at least I?m not in for any surprises, per se. Panties, of course, are the first thing I put on, then she hands me one of what she says is her oldest bras, all stretched out and no good to her any longer. Even with it hooked in the last set of hooks and eyes, it?s still a bit tight but she says that?s okay and I?ll soon get used to it anyway. Next is a pair of the cheap new pantyhose we picked up yesterday when we bought my panties and these will be fun to try out, sort of. It?s putting them on that?s a struggle since I?ve never done it before, only watched her. Trying to copy Carin?s technique as best I can, I fuss with them until I have them snug against my empty crotch and properly seated around my waist. All in all, they don?t feel all that bad, either. Next is a very short full slip, since all of her half slips and camisoles are too small for me at this time, and after it?s on, an elastic banded full skirt and one of her sleeveless blouses, the buttons of course on the side opposite to that which I?ve been used to, and bit of a problem to get used to and buttoned up. A pair of her high heels is next, a style without an enclosed heel but with straps to hold them on since my feet are a size larger than hers. Now these are going to take some getting used to, that?s for damned sure. I feel like the first time that I tried to ice skate, like my ankles won?t hold straight. Then Carin suggests I let her put some makeup on, ?Just a little bit, sweety, some eye color and lipstick, okay?? I consent, but watch closely as she puts hers on first, to see just how she does it, knowing full well I?ll have to do this for myself, too, soon enough. By the time we?re ready to go downstairs to have breakfast, it?s taken the two of us a good half hour or more to get ready, my first, first-hand introduction into the time it takes girls to make themselves presentable. The only thing I didn?t go along with Carin on was to stuff the bra I?m wearing to simulate breasts, telling her at the time, ?I?d really rather wait and get used to them as they develop.,? to which she agreed. The day passes rather slowly at first, the feeling that I?m letting my wife turn me into a sissy, nagging constantly at the back of my mind most of the morning. Once I?ve conquered this particular bit of personal consternation and have cast it aside, the afternoon is almost fun. Even the slight pain in my feet is rather easily put aside, and I try my damndest to learn and remember all the things Carin corrects and suggests. The one factor I find most amazing is how easily I seem to adjust mentally to wearing the skirt, and how I have to keep my legs together when I?m sitting down with it on. Skirts do have a certain sense of freedom to them that pants don?t, I must admit. By the late afternoon, I?ve almost forgotten how unusual I felt this morning when I first put it on, it?s become that natural to me. Carin thinks, when I mention this to her, that since it?s been about three months since my accident, that maybe the hormones in my body are finally starting to affect my mind, too, along with my body. ?Maybe that booster shot of Estrogen and Progesterone they gave you in the hospital and taking effect.? She offers. ?Could be, babe. That and the loss of Testosterone may finally be having the necessary effect on my mind.? Don?t get me wrong here, none of this is what I really want to happen. If there were any possible way I could regain my maleness, I would go for it in a heartbeat. But since there isn?t, and since both Carin and I know it, I?m making all possible effort to adjust to my fate. That?s why I?m kind of looking forward to tomorrow now. Carin?s going to do my nails with some of those temporarily glued on nails and then she?s going to polish them and my toenails, too. I?ve already told her that as soon as we agree I could pass in public without getting too many funny looks, I want to get my hair done, short as it is, in a more female style, and to also get my ears pierced so I can start wearing earrings. Immersion, the doctors told us both, was the best path for me to follow, as it will help me come to grips with the new me in the fastest manner possible. My next couple of trips to my weekly check-ups at the doctor see me dressing rather androgynously in a curious mix of my old jeans, pantyhose, and one of Carin?s blouses, with either a pair of flats or low heels and this week, carrying a purse. I?ve decided to take my cues from him as to when I should make the final change to living full time, based on what he finds is the stage of physical change I?ve reached. When he feels I?ve achieved the stage where it?s become a necessity, that?s when I?ll have my hair restyled, get my ears pierced, and start building my own wardrobe. When I took my bath this morning to get for today?s appointment, I did a sort of self-assessment of where my body changes stand and found the slit between my legs has deepened considerably although its yet to separate or open, and my breasts are, needless to say, more than simply noticeable, at least an A-Cup now, and with a definite shape to them. Still too small to jiggle around much and maybe too firm, too. It?s been three months since my accident, and since my last haircut, so my hair?s really a mess now, from a male viewpoint at least. Carin assures me, however, that her hairdresser will surely be able to style it with this length and make it appear quite feminine, too. Thus, the appointment I have, to have it done, finally, soon after we?re finished at the doctor?s office. This is going to be a big day for me today, between the appointment with my doctor, Carin?s hairdresser, who will likely also be mine after today, having my ears pierced and going shopping for new clothes. In addition to the physical examination by the doctor, he has some x-rays of my abdomen taken, and after I?ve dressed, he calls Carin and me into his office to see them. Standing beside him at the lightbox on his office wall, he points out what he says are my developing uterus and ovaries, as well as just below them, the birth canal that will connect them to my vagina. ?Everything is developing quite nicely, Ms. Davies, and even a bit ahead of our possible schedule. At this rate, it won?t be very long before you really should move into full-time life as a woman.? This is what we?ve been waiting to hear, and so I tell him of our plans for the afternoon, with which he heartily approves saying, ?That?s good. Your adjustment so far is to be commended, too, and I hope you?re able to continue along the same line as time goes on.? I?m very fortunate that Carin recognizes the times when I need to think about what I?m facing and is able to allow me to do so by not trying to engage me in needless conversation. This is one of those times as I think of what I saw in the x-rays? everything so far has been more external, my developing breasts and the changes between my legs, but this? the internal changes I saw? have had the greatest impact of all on my psyche. There?s no longer any doubt about it, I am becoming a girl with all that goes along with it, periods, and the potentiality of pregnancy, and even breast-feeding. I suddenly realize I?ve reached a mental crossroad, one I either take, or run away from. How can I best decide? do I continue thinking of myself as a guy, forced by circumstances beyond his control to let himself be changed into a girl or? and this may be the most difficult of the two, can I somehow start to think of myself as a young girl just entering into puberty and self-discovery? A 22 year old girl who is just beginning to realize she?s really female and learning how to be a girl for the first time? This, I decide, is the best route for me to take? the easiest pathway to becoming the person Fate has decided I?m to be. So, it is that my first trip to Carin?s hairdresser changes, in the blink of an eye, from being little more than a necessity to an adventure into adult womanhood as, for the very first time since the accident, I fully embrace the adventure that lies ahead for me. Over lunch, since we?re a good hour early for my hair appointment, I tell Carin of the crossroad I?ve just taken and it brings tears to her eyes. In trying my best to share my innermost feelings about it to her, I find the words I have are grossly inadequate even though I try my best to explain how I feel to her. ?Honey, I know how it would feel for you, were our positions reversed and you facing life as a man, confusing and conflicted to say the very least. I felt that way, too, until, during the ride here from seeing those x-rays forced me to face reality to a depth I?d not achieved until now. What I?d been feeling was that I was going to still be a guy inside, mentally. Now I realize I can?t allow that to continue, I have to begin thinking of myself as a girl, totally female in every way. It?s not going to be easy for me, that?s for sure, and not for you either. I can imagine there will be times I?ll suffer from emotional overloads and go off into crying jags as I go through what?s going to amount to puberty all over again. I can only guess how I?m going to react emotionally as these hormones rewire by brain. So I have a huge favor to ask of you... just put up with me as I fight my way through it and do anything and everything you can to help me see being a girl as a positive thing?" ?Oh, sweetheart, I love you so much.? Carin tells me, tears flooding into her eyes. ?Of course I will, I can?t do anything else but give you all the support I can. But you are right about one thing, sweety, being a girl is fun! And I can?t wait to help you know so first-hand.? While I?m in the Beauty Salon having my hair and nails done, Carin?s going to scout out some clothes for me she thinks I might like, meeting me back at the Salon in about two hours. Yes, two hours, far longer than the half-hour visits I?ve been used to making to barber shops. Carin waits with me until they call my name and then she leaves me to my own devices as I respond to the call for ?Tami Davies, you?re next.? How I have my hair done is to be entirely up to me and Carin?s steadfastly refused to give me any ideas whatsoever, insisting a girl?s hair and how it?s done is her sole prerogative to choose. My appointment is not with the hairdresser she usually goes to, either, she said our hair is too different since hers is curly and mine?s not, so I need to find a different girl to do mine. I?d looked through some of the style magazines while we waited and so have some idea what I want, showing the young lady and discussing it with her. Her ideas are even better, too, including adding some reddish highlights to my light brown hair color for emphasis. Once we?ve agreed on what I want, I sit back and let her do her thing while a manicurist starts working on my nails. I got rid of the false nails last week when I felt my own were long enough for Carin to shape them for me. The size and shape of my hands has changed some now, too, they?re smaller and more narrow across the palms and I think my fingers are longer, too. Carin thinks I?m going to have exceptionally pretty hands when all?s said and done and I have to agree with her, so having my nails done professionally is something of a kick for me emotionally, a psychological boost if you know what I mean. I always enjoyed going to the barbershop, but it doesn?t come close to being as enjoyable as this, my first visit to a beauty salon. I?ve always loved having my hair played with and what happens here is ten times what I?ve been used to and that much more enjoyable, too. Even the rather acrid smells in this place are fun, in a twisted sort of way, reinforcing the mental threshold that I?ve so recently crossed. This really is fun and a kind of pampering I think I?m going to enjoy getting used to. After having all manner of smelly solutions applied to my hair, scissors and a razor used on it, rollers rolled up tight in it, and so on ad infinitum, the end result is simply stunning when I?m finally finished. Fully fluffed up hair all around my face in short, spiky waves of reddish brown hair, a style that?s unmistakably feminine and very sexy, too. Even Carin?s taken aback when she comes to meet back up with me, the smile on her pretty face saying everything I wanted to know. ?Oh Tami, your hair?s spectacular!? she says, giving me a quick hug. As we leave the salon, she tells me she?s found a place that uses the new lasers to pierce ears which means I won?t have to fuss with just studs for a couple of weeks since the laser-piercings heal immediately. It stings badly for just a couple of seconds when they do the piercing, but goes away right afterwards and I leave with about six pairs of new earrings, all my own, wearing one pair, too. With each thing like this I have done, I feel more and more feminine, too, as though each occurrence is a rite of passage which, in a way, I guess they really are. With the knowledge of what is developing down here inside my tummy, between my legs, and yes, on my chest? combined with the crossroad I?ve chosen to take mentally, I?m feeling more and more like a real girl with each passing moment. Next stop is one I?ve been looking forward to quite a lot, Victoria?s Secret. Carin buys all her lingerie here and insists I do the same from here on out, having said it?s very important that a girl feel pretty from her skin outward, and that this can only happen if she wears the prettiest of lingerie. First thing I have to do, however, is be properly fit for a bra which means going into a fitting room and being measured for one. This is rather difficult for me to do, too, expose my breasts to someone other than my doctor or my wife for the first time. It?s a necessity, however, and so steeling myself to the task, I unhook the cheap bra Carin picked up for me to wear today instead of one of hers which I don?t come close to filling out, tossing it on top of my blouse where I?d laid it across the chair. I plan to get just three or four bras today, knowing full well that I?m still developing and will thus grow out of them soon enough. My plan, with Carin?s advice, is to get ones with removable padding to extend their usefulness and wearability. Okay, once the girl?s done measuring me, she says I?ll need 36A?s. I put my bra and blouse back on to rejoin Carin and begin buying what I need. Looking through the bra displays, I find what I?m looking for among the padded bras, removable padding, and after picking out four bras, we move to the panty section where Carin says I need to get at least a couple dozen new ones to supplement the cheap cotton ones I have in my drawer now. All styles, too, including two pair of thongs just to please her. Then, it?s a couple of garter belts, since I really should try wearing stockings every now and again, and finally, slips and camisoles which will become the basis of my lingerie needs in this area since my cup size changes won?t matter all that much with them. Then we walk over to the hosiery section where she convinces me to really splurge on good quality hose, saying I can get all the cheap, everyday ones in any grocery or drug store. Holding out a bra and panty set when we pay for everything, I make a quick change in the dressing room, before we leave, so I?ll have nice undies on when I start trying on clothes. To pay for all of these things, we?re using a special credit card the airline I was flying, when the plane crashed, had given me, it?s limit being $10K for the entirely new wardrobe I need, in addition to their footing all my medical bills, kinda sweet, huh? The bills go directly to them and we?re to keep the receipts so I know where I stand vs. the limit on the card. Now it?s on to trying on clothes, and here I have, much to my utter surprise, the time of my life! I?m beginning to understand why girls love to go shopping so much, it?s really fun to try on all kinds of clothes and even more fun to find things I like. After we?ve filled the trunk and made one last buying trip back inside the mall, we call it a day and head home, knowing all the fun I have ahead of me taking the tags off of everything I bought today and getting it put away after I?ve packed up all my old men?s clothing to give to the Salvation Army. Yeah, I?ve decided it?s time I go full time at last. Plus, I?ll need to make room for the dozen or so pairs of shoes I bought, too. My feet are a half size larger than Carin?s are (7?s to her 6??s) and a size wider (M to her N?s), too, so even though I can wear some of hers, I also need my own. I can?t describe how much fun I had packing up my old clothes, then de-tagging all my news ones and putting them away in drawers and our closet. Since we did this wearing just our bras and panties, I couldn?t help but notice Carin sneaking peeks at the cleavage my new bra created and wondered if she was thinking what I thought she might be? that I was at least somewhat desirable. We previously agreed to do nothing sexual until my change is complete, but it sure won?t hurt if she begins to want me before then. I know I sure as hell can?t wait to be with her again, in spite of how different it?s going to be for the both of us when that time finally comes. Over the next several weeks, some additional changes occur to my body and the slit between my legs has parted and opened up, and my little clitoris has started to form, my breasts are now a full B Cup, and my hips have stopped hurting. I guess my pelvis has stopped widening at long last, as my hips now measure 37?, my waist line is down to 25?, and my bust, as I mentioned earlier is 36B. No room left for doubt now, I?m definitely going to have a really nice figure in a few more weeks. I?m also much more emotional lately, and prone to appreciating the little things Carin does for me, like the flowers she bought for me on the five-month anniversary of my accident. If all continues to progress as it has been, I?ll be completely female within the month. Physically, that is?I think I?m almost there emotionally, as I can barely remember what it was like to be a guy. And Carin was right, too, when she said being a girl is fun, I?m having the time of my life as each new day brings yet another discovery. Just the other day, when I watched her getting undressed, I had my first experience with a wet pussy when I got a bit turned on as she removed her clothes. I also felt the first little tingle in that nubbin between my legs, too, when my clit reacted to the sight of her nude body. As much fun as it is to play with when I bathe, I?m holding off taking it any further than just feeling good, mindful of the agreement Carin and I have made to not do anything until we can do it together. Unsure, as of yet, just how large my boobs will get, I?ve recently bought a few new bras, padded C Cups that will go to D?s if I have to eventually remove the padding. I must admit that having them finally large enough to jiggle around on my chest is something of a kick, too. And they?re still very firm, too, barely needing support but I wear a bra all the time when Carin and I are away from the house. I have a really hard time keeping my hands off them, too, it feels so damned good when I touch them, especially when I play with my nipples. We?ve started making plans for an evening after my last appointment, whenever that?ll be, and the doctor tells me my transformation?s complete. He indicated at my last weekly appointment that it would be about another month, and we plan to splurge on two new really nice dresses for a dinner at the fanciest place in town. I want one that?ll show a lot of cleavage since I?m so darned proud of my big boobs, which will probably get even bigger by then. This will likely not occur that night of that final appointment as we already have other plans for that day and evening. Yes, that?s exactly what we?re planning and it can?t come soon enough for either Carin or me. We?re both becoming more and more frustrated, sexually, with each passing day, and it?s really been rough keeping our hands to ourselves lately. We?ve even had to stop kissing, it?s getting so bad. The day of what turns out to be my next to the last appointment, we head for the mall to try on dresses, knowing the ?end is near?. What we?re both looking for are what Carin calls cocktail dresses, those slinky little things women wear to parties that barely cover their bodies and leave little to the imagination as to what lies beneath them. I find one I like in Royal Blue, almost black, but like Carin?s black one, it needs some alterations to fit me right. It has to be let out around the hips and taken in at the waist, the bustline altered only slightly before it?ll fit like the glove I want it to appear to be. I?m a full D-Cup now and it needs to be altered so I won?t spill out of it if I lean over since it requires me to go braless with it?s built in shelf cups, braless and either without panties or wearing a thong so I won?t show a pantyline. Having picked out our dresses and having the fitter mark them for the alterations they?ll each need to have made, we pay for them and are told we can pick them up in a week, which is perfect for our plans. We?ll just drop by the Mall and pick them up on our way home from the doctor?s office. Over lunch at a restaurant across from the mall, Carin and I talk about how hard it?s been for both of us to get to this point in our lives together, physically, emotionally and yes, even sexually. Not sure yet if we?re going to be able to pull it off, staying together as a couple of lesbian lovers instead of a married man and woman, Carin tries her best to explain to me the feelings she?s having about our situation and the problems she?s having to deal with. ?My biggest fear, honey, is that I?ll not be able to be with you sexually and this is in spite of how much I want to right now. You know I was virgin when we got married and I never once had thought about my possibly being homosexual. I also have to say that since this has happened to you primarily, but to me too, since it involves me, it does appeal to me much more than I would ever thought possible. In spite of all the physical and emotional changes you?ve undergone because of the crash, I still love you just as much as I ever did, maybe even more. Now I have to tell you something about myself? I was brought up to believe sex was naughty and to touch myself was even worse. Marrying you changed that view of sex in a lot of ways but until this happened, I still felt as though to touch myself wasn?t nice. Now, or at least pretty soon, I?m going to be touching you and as much as I want to, it?s going to be hard for me to get over that hump. So please be patient and help me learn to enjoy it, please?? she asks me. ?You know I will, darling. It?s going to be hard for me, too. Just the though of having something inside of me down there, be it your fingers or something else, is more than a little than I can comprehend right now and I?ll admit it?s kind of scary, too.? What the doctor does when he examines me set apart as it?s anything but sexual. The following week passes more quickly than I would have thought it might, and we get a real surprise when we keep my appointment as my doctor asks if he can take x-rays of Carin as well as of me. Once we?ve both dressed after my exam, and our x-rays, we?re in his office looking at them again and even our untrained eyes can see there?s no difference whatsoever between them, all my internal female organs are as fully formed as hers. When Carin asks him how soon I might expect my first period, his response surprises me? ?From these pictures, I?m surprised she?s not had one yet. I?d say any day now, to be perfectly honest.? Discharged at long last from his care, referred now to an OB/GYN for any normal needs I might have, we leave his office feeling absolutely giddy. Giggling like a couple of school girls, we talk of nothing but picking up our dresses and rushing home, agreeing just for the hell of it to share a bath together before we hit the bed for the fun and games we?ve waited so long to play with one another. The hunger for each other apparent on both our faces and in our eyes as we get undressed is more than palpable as the sexual tension between Carin and I fills our bedroom with the heady scent of two very aroused young women. To set the mood, my totally nude Carin runs around the apartment gathering up all the candles she can find and takes them into the bathroom where she puts them everywhere she can. Then she starts the tub filling, adding a very generous amount of sweetly scented bath oils to the water as it fills the tub. As I get into the tub first, and with a very wicked grin on her pretty face, Carin grabs our razors and pair of small scissors, which she lays down within reach of the tub just before she joins me. I look at her quizzically and she says, ?Just in case?? and nothing more. Then she steps into the tub with her back to me, lying back against me as she turns her face up so we can kiss. I can?t explain nor put into words the feeling I?m overcome with when our lips finally meet once again, our naked bodies resting against each other. The love I feel for her at that moment is so overpowering, so all-encompassing that it?s absolutely incredible. Our tongues entwine as we once again explore each other?s mouths, my hands upon her breasts with a love I can?t describe. I soon find one slipping down across her stomach and to her pubes which I cup and squeeze so lovingly. The feeling one I can almost share with her in a sort of sympathetic understanding. No sooner do our lips part than she insists we trade places, saying she needs to touch me just as I?ve touched her? my moment of truth, so to speak, has finally arrived. Willingly and with great anticipation, we do so, and I soon lay back against her, feeling her breasts against my back as I turn my head and face up to hers. Again our lips meet and part to accept one another?s tongues, her hand gently encompassing the fullness of both my breasts in a moment I?ll never, ever forget. And as she gently fondles them, squeezing them and playing with my now hard nipples, I know for sure that I?ll never again have the slightest doubt that we?ve made all the right decisions. And when her hands slides down across my stomach to cup my pussy, I find the urge to part my legs for her touch almost overwhelming, the final sign I needed to know I?m fully female now. ?Oh yes, Carin, yes. Oh gawd, Carin? this feels so right, so wonderful.? I whisper to her, almost unable to speak aloud. ?Oh yes, Sweetheart, I know. There?s nothing at all nasty or dirty about this, I love touching you.? she whispers back to me. What occurred during the remainder of the afternoon and that evening, absent the breaks we took to eat and use the bathroom, sufficed beyond my wildest dreams to cement in my mind the decision I made to allow them to transform me into a woman was the correct choice for me, and yes, also for Carin. While she told me at least once during that momentous period that she?d never once before that time ever even thought of loving another woman, doing so far surpassed much of what we?d done together prior to my change. And thus and in spite of the blossoming of our lesbian marriage, we vowed to one another to maintain our vows and to always be faithful to each other. I had my first period about two weeks later ,and although I found it quite messy at first, and a great bother, it was in many ways, a sign I have arrived and am now a full member if the sisterhood of women. During the following several months, as I add more and more to my expanding wardrobe, I do what I could to keep the costs down by coordinating with the things Carin already has that both of us can wear, such as blouses, tops and some dresses. You see the money I can save here from what the airline gave me for clothing and such, we?re planning to spend on a second honeymoon trip. But maybe even more important is what we just got back from doing and what it?s going to mean to our future lives together? we decided a couple of weeks ago to both get artificially impregnated with some of the sperm I had stored before they disposed of what was left of my testicles. There?s no danger to me because, of course, my reproductive organs genetically different than if I?d been born with them and will provide genes different from that in my sperm. We won?t know for a couple of weeks if either or both of us ?took,? but we can?t wait to find out. Personally, I?m scared to death! After all, naturally born girls like Carin grow up knowing they may someday become mommys, a luxury I don?t and never will share. Believe me, if it weren?t for Carin and her encouraging me to do this, I doubt I?d ever do it! I mean, put yourself in my place? born a guy and now almost hoping I?m pregnant. In the meantime, to help keep our minds occupied, we do a lot of brochure collecting and reading to try to figure out where we?d most like to spend out three week vacation/2nd. Honeymoon. So far, we?ve narrowed it down to between Hawaii, Jamaica and Porte Viarda. One factor Carin is considering, although I?m not all that sure I could do it, is the ease of access to any nude beaches in the area. But then again, who knows? just look at how far I?ve come so far, eh? Anyway, the way we figure it, if we do ?take? we?d better make hay while the son shines, before our figures change and we really begin to show. About three days or so before our periods are due, we decide to go look at maternity clothes, just in case. I know, I know? we?re getting the cart before the horse, but what the hell, why not? We can?t help but giggle every time we see a pregnant girl, either. There?s something about how they walk and move that?s kind of humorous, after all. And to think, if everything works out, we?ll soon be just like them. Browsing through the only maternity store in the mall we?re in is both fun and then again, scary, at least for me. I?m so darn proud of the figure I have now that to think I may soon be stuck in these formless things is almost disheartening, in a way. Well, here?s hoping? both Carin and me are about three or four days late and we?re about to find out if there?s a reason for it. We?re going to use those drug store kit thingies, you know? the ones you pee on and wait to see if you get a plus or a minus? If either of us comes up positive, the next step will be to call our OB/GYN to get an appointment to see if it can be confirmed. Oh gawd, I?m so nervous my hands are shaking. Shit, I just peed all over my hand and the thingie. After I?ve wiped and washed my hands, I wrap it up in some toilet tissue and go back out to the front room with it to tell Carin it?s her turn next. While I wait for her, I glance down and wonder just how much bigger my boobs might get. I mean, they?re already a large D-Cup so what?ll I be then? DD?s or more? I can?t help but giggle, just thinking of what I?ll look like if they are. Then the thought I?ve had so often comes to mind again? wondering what it?ll be like to breastfeed. Oops, here?s Carin, now we wait. Being just a minute or so ahead of when Carin took her test, I decide to wait so we can find out together. All we can do besides wait is sit and giggle at each other, wondering what the tests are going to show and how we?ll react. When we finally uncover both tests and find both are positive, we laugh and cry, jump and down and cry some more? we?re pregnant! Both of us and with my baby! Only after we?d settled down and wiped out tears does Carin pick up the phone to call for our appointments. It?s so hard to believe I?m actually going to have a baby? me! When Carin hangs up the phone, and we have to go grab our calendars to mark the date for our appointment down, we start laughing and giggling all over again. Now we?d better get our vacation/2nd honeymoon plans in gear, before we wait so long that we?ll have started to show. We finally decide on Hawaii since they seem to have the most nude beaches and we?re both in the mood to be exhibitionists before our figures go south. = = = = = = We?re spending a bundle of money on this honeymoon/vacation but we agree it?s going to be well worth it. Just think, our last chance to really get away from the everyday aspect of our lives and just be together among total strangers. And someplace where we can act a fool, make fools out of ourselves, and not have to worry what people will think, and maybe best of all, run around half naked in paradise like most of the girls here seem to do all the time. The bikinis both Carin I got for the trip are barely enough to be decent, let alone cover very much, they?re just too small and way too sexy. Even the little dresses we wear are extremely daring and I feel like I?m going to spill out of mine if I?m not careful, especially when I lean forward too far. We did do one thing I?d have never thought Carin would ever agree to doing though, we shaved each other totally down below so we?d not have to worry about our ?bikini lines? and I have to tell you, I like the feeling. So much so, that when I tell Carin I think I?m going to keep shaving after we go home, she agrees and says she?ll do the same. It really feels wonderful when we make love, too, so smooth and soft. And the first time we get the courage to go to one of the nude beaches, we?re both amazed at the number of girls, and guys, who also shave themselves there. Oh by the way, we tried playing beach volleyball in the nude but it?s not for us, with the size of our boobs, it just hurts too much. Once we were back home and getting settled back into our daily routines, the monthly visits to our OB/GYN began as did all the pills and crap we had to do for the health of ourselves and the babies we?re carrying. It took another couple of months before we began to show and I have to tell you, the morning when I knew for sure my tummy was really starting to expand was one of the proudest of my life. The next big day, actually for both Carin and me, was the day we first felt movement and we both cried like crazy. Carin, being just a little bit smaller than I am, overall, started to get uncomfortable about two weeks before I began having problems getting around. Our tummies are really getting big now and in the way but it?s going to be worth it. The emotions I?m feeling, the crying jags and the giggle fits both, are normal during a girls pregnancy but it?s almost worth it for all the pampering we get when we got out anyplace, like for dinner. When we?re in the final stages of our pregnancies, about two weeks before we?re due, is when I?m really grossly miserable all over, my tits ache because they?re so big (DD?s now), my feet hurt all the time from the extra 25 pounds I?ve gained, and it?s almost impossible to get up out of a chair with the size of my stomach. Yeah, like most girls at this stage, I?m really getting anxious to get it over with, and so is Carin, who is just as miserable as I am. Do I regret it? Hell no, never. This is an experience well worth all it?s taken to get me to this point in my life. I?ve opted to get an epidermal when I go in to deliver, not at all anxious to have the pain of childbirth as part of my memories, but I do go natural during most of labor and let me tell you, it hurt! It hurt like hell but I didn?t care, I wanted to feel it so we could share at least that much. And during the actual delivery, yes? it did feel like I was giving birth to a watermelon. How something that large could pass through such a small part of me, I?ll never know! But by the time it was over, I had a daughter, and so did Carin, when she delivered a couple of days later. Two beautiful little girls for us to pamper and take care of, what more could we ask? And the first time they brought her in for me to breastfeed was something I?ll never forget, just looking down at her pretty little face when she latched onto my nipple is something I?ll never forget. And the sensation when she began to suckle me, the tremors it sent through my uterus? fantastic! By the time Carin and I are sent home, we?ve already discussed, with our doctor, the possibility of nursing each other?s babies and she?s given us the go-ahead and her blessings. You see, this way we can take turns with the night feedings and we think it?ll help both girls with the immune factors they?ll get from both of us. My milk has just started to come in, so we have to wait for Carin?s to start too, before we can feed our other daughter. But I loved feeding little Kristin just as much I do with Heather. Since they both have the same father, (me) but were born to different moms, they?re actually half sisters, but we?re going to raise them as full sisters until they?re old enough to explain how they came to be. In the meantime, our plan is to continue nursing both of them until they teethe and even beyond, if we can teach them to be gentle and not to bite. Do I ever think back to what might have been if I?d not been hurt in that plane crash? Of course I do. Do I regret what?s happened to me since, becoming a girl and now a mother? Not on your life! And neither does Carin who loves me even more now and she?s said so many times. Being a guy was okay when I didn?t know any better, but know that I do, I wouldn?t go back for all the tea in China. I love being a girl, and now a mom far too much to ever consider it. I love wearing girl?s clothes, I love nursing my baby girl, and yes, I love being a lesbian. Life is wonderful and I wouldn?t change a thing.