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You've Got Female I was bored at work one day, and while waiting for the stupid CRM system to process my input, I was surfing the web. I was stuck with just a phone line at home, but we had a high-speed connection at work. I had an idea. I loved to download movies and pictures from a couple of X rated sites, but it took forever when I did it at home. Why not download them here, onto my laptop? I had to wait so long in between doing work because the stupid system was so slow, and this would not only relieve my boredom, but it would give me enough material to watch at home for the next week! Cool. A win-win situation. So I went to my favorite site, and downloaded a couple dozen pictures. There was a popup ad for another site I hadn't seen before, so I went there too. You get bored with the same old stuff. New sites with new girls were more exciting. On this new site, you had to register, but you could download some sample movies for free. I did that all the time to those stupid web sites: go there once, get the freebies, and never go there again. What suckers. By the time the day ended, I had half my hard drive full of goodies. I shut down, packed my laptop into my briefcase, and headed home for the night. It turned out that I got too busy at home too look at my new videos for a few days, but at last on Thursday I had a night off. Being a bachelor in between girlfriends, when I had a night off from sports or hanging out with the guys, I could do whatever I wanted. So I did! After eating my gourmet dinner of pizza and Bud Light, I watched some TV, but nothing was on. So I pulled out the laptop, plugged in, and got ready to enjoy my downloads. I had a subscription to Playboy and a couple of other hot babe magazines, but I had read them already. And having full motion video was a lot more exciting than just a still picture. So I decided to go at those first. I went to my download directory, put in my password (I didn't want any snoopers from the I/T department to be able to see what I had hidden on my company computer! I could get fired for that!). I sat back, ready to enjoy the fun. The first video was kind of lame, so I decided to try the free one from the new site. It was really hot. There were these two chicks, and.....well, what can I say. I really enjoyed watching it. In fact, it was so good that I went through the whole thing a second time. But that's when I had a little problem. Actually, a very big problem. A new window popped up on my screen, with an cartoon picture of a man. A female voice said: "You're infected with the ForcedFem Computer Virus. You've just been feminized!" In the little cartoon picture of the man, he got a look of horror on his face, as two large breasts suddenly grew on his chest. He covered them up with his hands. Then it repeated over and over. In the main window, the picture changed to that of a hot chick in just a little red lacy halter top. She started to talk. "Do you know who I am? I'm you!" I was in horror. I tried to close the window, but it wouldn't close. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," she continued, "You've been getting subliminal messages from your computer, ever since you downloaded me. We're reprogrammed your mind. It will just take a key word or phrase to trigger your new thoughts. I going to bring your new feminine self to the surface." Subliminal messages? I didn't believe in that crap. I was trying frantically to shutdown, but the system was locked up, and wouldn't respond to the mouse. "Did you even notice the messages? Let me tell you some of what you've been thinking lately in the back of your mind." At the bottom of the screen, words started scrolling, with a sexy sultry female voice reading them out loud. "I am a girl now. I am female! I must obey all women's commands. I want..." I just turned the power off. I was in a daze. What the hell was this garbage? I've had a computer virus before, but this was weird. I was going to be in trouble for this. I wouldn't be able to go to the company I/T department, and ask them to fix my computer. I'd have to admit that I was using company equipment for uh...personal use, and they could fire me for that. I'd have to try to get rid of it myself. Tomorrow. Now, I needed a good stiff drink. Twenty year old scotch should do the trick. I went to bed early that night. I fell asleep to strange dreams, with the words the chick in the video had read aloud going through my head again and again.... *** I got up for work on Friday, and I hoped the incident last night was just a hoax or something. I've had computer virus hoaxes before too! I would erase all the files in my download directory first thing! But when I got into the office and booted up, I saw right away that the virus had done some things to my system. First of all, I had a new desktop look. Whereas before, I had a picture of my motorcycle as the background, and my NFL screen saver, the screen was now the look of red satin, with frilly lace and rose petals. The cursor was a butterfly, and when I moved it, the wings fluttered. Very girly. Yuk! I went first and deleted the download directory, just to be safe. Then my phone rang, and I was stuck talking to a customer for 20 minutes. While I was talking, my screen saver kicked in, and it wasn't the NFL one anymore. It was that stupid "Hello Kitty", which my last girlfriend had been nuts over. As I talked, I went to change it back to normal, but for some reason, it wouldn't let me. Oh well, I'd just have to reload Windows. Its not like I did have to do *that* before! I had to send an e-mail off to the customer, so I brought up Outlook. I typed up the note, but just after I hit 'send', I noticed that my personal info at the end was wrong. Instead of my name, it had "Miss Jessica Anne Lange", and at the bottom it added a line: "Girls Rule!". In addition, I found that my web links were all messed up. Instead of my company's intranet site, my home page was now www.women.com. And all my links were to women's magazines, cosmetic companies, dress catalogs, and so on. My sports links were changed to LPGA.com, WTA.com, and WNBA. It had all been feminized! And worst of all, my porn site links were changed from "Hot Babes" to "Hot Hunks", and worse. Sick! Who'd want to see naked men? Sick. That stupid virus had messed everything up. It had totally feminized my computer. I spent the next hour reloading Windows, and putting everything back the way it was supposed to be. I decided to take the afternoon off (I had plenty of sick time left, and I felt sick about what was going on!), so I packed it up, and went home. When I got there, I booted up to check that everything was okay. But when the system came up, it was back to the girly look and feel. Any my name was back to Jessica Ann. I was getting pissed. I would have to reformat the d*|# drive and reload *everything*. But before doing that, I dialed in to get my e-mail, because who knows when my system would be usable again. My inbox was flooded with tons of notes to me. One was from Sarah, this chick I had been after for years. She had always blown me off, so it perked my interest (among other things!) to see a note from her. I opened it up. It said that the news was wonderful, and she would be glad to give me any help I needed. She said to call her, and gave her home number and cell! I was excited, but I wondered what she was talking about. I didn't send her any note. I scrolled the screen down, and saw a note attached at the end, which she had forwarded back to me. It note read: Dear friends and colleagues, This is a difficult subject, but one I needed to inform each and every one of you about. I am going through some serious changes in my life, and its important that you understand. I have reached the point where I can no longer live a lie, I have to be what I really am. Ever since I was young, I knew that deep inside, I was really a woman. A physical man, but emotionally, a women. I have decided that I will undergo gender reassignment surgery, and will become Jessica Anne full time now. During this difficult initial transitional phase, I may still dress and act like a man, but be assured that in the near future, you will come to see me as the woman that I am. Please start calling me Jessica now, even if I dress as a man, so that you get used to thinking of me as a woman. I just wanted you to all know, so that there would be no misunderstanding. Thank you in advance for your support! Miss Jessica Anne Lange. x64823 Girls Rule! I almost fell over. There is no way I sent that out! But every note sent back to me had the same text attached. The virus must have sent it out to my whole address book. How was I going to get out of this? I didn't want to think about it. I ended up getting drunk again, and going to bed early. I had a massive headache. *** I woke up Saturday morning, hung over. I drank lots of water, and took lots of aspirin. My headache gradually faded away, but the problems from the computer virus was just starting. There was a knock on the door, and when I answered it, I found the UPS guy there. I signed for the packages, and sat down to open them. I had ordered a bunch of things online recently, so I was expecting it to be my new motorcycle leathers, or perhaps the authentic NHL jersey I had waited weeks for. But instead, the first box was full of women's undergarments and clothes! I was stunned. I didn't order this stuff! There were bras, panties, slips, some of those lacy things they wear on top, with the little thin straps. There were women's shoes with pointy toes, little straps and a thin, high heel. With what it had cost me to buy an outfit for my last girlfriend, this must have been a *lot* of money. I looked for the receipt. It showed that I had purchased it all online. What? There was also a couple of tubes of hand cream. I started to put the tubes back in the box, but noticed that one of them had split open on the side, and the cream was getting all over my hand. I was going to wipe it off on my pants, when the doorbell rang. I started to the door, and just rubbed it in on my hands. It was hand cream after all. But immediately, I realized it was a mistake, because as I rubbed, it really had a strong smell, like flowers. I cautiously opened the door. It was Sarah! The chick I had been after for all this time. She said "Hi" to me, and boldly walked in the door like she owned the place. "Jessica! Can I call you Jes? I love how you smell. Is that Lilac?" "Um, yeah..." I said. "Ooh, and look at the clothes you've got over there. I'm so glad you're coming over to *our* side now! It is so exciting to see a man who wants to be a woman, and is strong enough to admit it. I always hated all that macho crap. But now that I see you have a strong feminine side too, I want to help you to make it up to you. It must be so hard for you to go through this. Here, I brought you some presents" I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She really could talk. We sat down on the couch, and she handed me three nicely wrapped boxes. I never thought I'd be getting gifts from Sarah! The first one contained a black knee length skirt and a nicely coordinated blouse. The second one contained dark pantyhose, a bra and lacy panties. "Those are my favorite kind. The bra is *so* comfortable. I hope I got the right size for you! we can go out, get you fitted for the right size and exchange it if we need to." Yikes! That was one experience I hoped to avoid. The last box had a large tube of "breast cream". I had no idea what that even was. "Thanks" I said, not knowing what to do. I wanted this chick, and I didn't want to have her run off by telling her my news wasn't true. And if I tried to deny it, she'd just ask about all the clothes she caught me with, and the floral scented hand cream I was wearing. I guess I could play along for a little while, to try and get a chance with her. However, I was not prepared for what happened next. It caught me totally by shock. "Go put your new clothes on!" she said. It was the first time since I had watched the video, that a woman had given me a direct order. The chick in the video had said that one of the subliminal things they had programmed into me was to obey all women's orders. I didn't buy into that crap. But here, when Sarah gave me an order, I felt *so* compelled, that I just had to obey her. I could not help it. "Come on," she said. "Lets dress you up." I almost ran, following her, so eager to do what she asked, even though I hated the thought of it, and would never have done it myself. But I had no control. I was obeying her against my will. In the bathroom, she said "Take your shirt off". Almost before the sentence was done, I had it off. When I did what she asked, it just felt so good. I had no resistance to her. She looked at the hair on my chest, and shook her head. "First of all, you're going to have to get rid of all that hair!" she said. Uh oh, another command. I pulled out the razor. "I'll shut the door while you shower. When I come back in here, I don't want to see any body hair on you, other than your head!" Forced from within to obey, I jumped in the shower, and started. It took longer than I would have guessed, but with only a few minor nicks and cuts, I ended up with my body completely hairless. She came into the room just as I was drying off, and had just put on the panties she had laid out for me. "Okay Jes, that's much better! Now lets put this on" she said, pulling out the tube of breast cream. "Here, I'll rub some in for you to show you how to apply it." She put a dab of the cream on each of my nipples, then using circular motions rubbed it into my breasts, where it rapidly soaked in. Having her touch me like that was very sensual. It made me really, really hard! "You have to do that every day" she said. "I have to do that every day" I said obediently. "This is going to make your breasts grow" she continued. "Do you like they way *my* breasts look?" "Yes!" I said eagerly. She did have awesome tits. "Well, they used to be too small. I've been using this, and they increased three inches and one cup size! I can't wait to see your boobs grow in too. This is so exciting!" No! I didn't want big breasts! I was a guy! "With your body frame, you might want to be a 38D" she continue. "You should consider implants too at some point, so you don't have to wait so long." Implants? Next, she handed me the bra. "Put this on" she said. The bra had wide straps and a racer back, with the clasp in front, so it was easy to put on, even for a man who had never worn a bra before. I didn't *want* to wear a bra; I was a guy! But she told me to do it, and the programming in my head made me obey her. "See doesn't that just feel wonderful?" she said. "Isn't that the best bra you've ever worn?" "Uh...yes it is" I said. It was the only one I had ever worn, so by default.... "Now try on your hose!" she said. I did. And then the skirt and blouse she handed me. Then she gave me the pair of pumps that had come in the mail. I was now dressed up head to toe like a girl. I was wearing pretty feminine clothes. I could not believe it. "Come with me" she said, and lead me by the hand to my bedroom. "I did a little reorganizing while you were in the shower" she said. My room had been changed around. She had taken down my posters of hot babes and fighter jets. She had put my men's clothes into some garbage bags (to give to the poor she said), and had put into my dresser all of the things from the box I had opened. She had also opened the other box that UPS had dropped off, which I hadn't opened yet. It contained makeup, perfume, and more female clothing. She had it all organized on and in my dresser too. My drawers now contained pretty, frilly things. My closet had blouses, skirts and dresses on the hangers. My *room* was being feminized. "We need to get you some pretty little things to decorate your room with" she said. "And you need some flowers in your house. I'll have to come back tomorrow so we can make your room look like a real girl lives here. And we'll need to go shopping. You need a lot more clothes. You can't just wear the same skirt every day!" Okay, this was too much. I was going to have to tell her that it was all off. "I..." she cut me off (again). "Listen Jes, I know you have your surgery coming up soon. Before you become a girl, I want to make love to you. I want to be the last one you have. Lie down." I did. And she did me! We made passionate love, with me on the bottom. She kept telling me what a very pretty girl I was, and how hot that got her. "Talk to me like a girl making love" she said. "Ooh, you're getting me all wet" I replied. "I want you inside me!" Where did that come from? It didn't matter though: she rode me until we came together. We kissed and kissed, holding each other in our arms, until at last she said she had to go. "I'll be back tomorrow" she said sadly. "Make sure you're dressed up like a chick when I get here! Then we can spend more time on making your house look pretty." She walked out the door, and blew a kiss good bye.... *** I went outside and got my mail out of the curbside mailbox. There were the usual junk mail, but I noticed that it was all addressed to Jessica. And there were lots of different things than usual, such as mail order dress catalogs, and other women's products like makeup. There was also a free sample product, which turned out to be a new brand of tampon. Ouch! Worse though was the slew of confirmations from the utilities and my subscriptions, with my new name 'Jessica Anne' on each of them. Playboy inc. had a confirmation that I had changed my subscription to Playgirl. My car magazine was changed to Home & Gardens. Instead of GQ, I was now going to get Woman's Day. My mail had been feminized too somehow! I was going to have to do a *lot* of work to set this all straight. I decided to try to fix some of these online, rather than calling some stupid 800 number and sitting on hold for half an hour. I logged on with my slow phone hookup on my own computer, not trusting the laptop from work. At home, I had AOL, so when it started up, it took me right to my messages. The familiar voice spoke to me from the computer. But instead of the normal message, it said: "You've got female!" "What?" I said aloud. I looked at my in-basket, and saw that there were lots of messages from people I didn't know. I opened one as an example, and it was a note from a girl welcoming me to the female community program I had just joined. Or another one was from the local college, with my enrollment in the women's studies program. I was about to just erase them all, when I noticed that one of them had the subject of "Cure your computer virus". Now that was of interest. I opened the message, but it just had one line: Welcome sister - today begins your life as a woman. A video popped up, and I immediately recognized the woman in the picture as the one who had talked to me in the virus video. I reached to turn the power off, but before I moved, she said: "Stop. Listen to me." I froze, and could not help but to listen. "Ohh, you were a little too slow. Too bad for you girl. Now you're helpless, and you *have* to listen to me. I'm going to turn on some of your programming now. I'm going feminize your mind a little more. Soon, you're going to be so feminine that even you will believe that you're a girl." No!! Stop! I tried to scream, but I could not move. "All right babe, here we go. Repeat after me. 'I am a girl. I am female'." I echoed her words. "I want to be a girl" she said. "I want to be a girl" I echoed. "You *are* a girl." "I *am* a girl". This went on for about ten minutes. I couldn't really tell the time. All I could do was to repeat what she said. And I kept saying that I was a girl. She said that I would receive the greatest pleasure when I thought of myself as a girl. "Believe in your soul that you are a woman!" she demanded. "Always wear women's clothes, wear your makeup, and try to be pretty" I listened, wanting to run away. "You are a girl inside. Now go out and find a pretty woman, and tell her that you wish you were her, and ask her to help make you into a woman too". The video ended. I promised myself: no more computers. I was a girl; what did we know about complex stuff like that? Wait, no! Why did I just think that? Stop it! Women were smart too. We know how to run computers! That was sexist. I was interrupted by a knock at the door. I opened it, and it was another chick I knew from work, and who I had even dated a few times a year ago. Her name was Erica, and she was pretty hot. She walked in, giving me oohs and aahs over how I looked. "Should I call you Jessica?" she asked "Whatever you would like" I replied. Then the command from the video sparked in me. I found myself saying what I was told to, even though the words weren't coming from me consciously. I could only listen to my voice as I heard myself say: "Erica, you are such a pretty woman. I really wish I could be *you*. Please help me. I want to be just like you." "Aw Jessica, I know you're going through a hard time, and I do want to help you. I'll give you any advice you need on being a woman. In fact, I'd like to invite you out with 'the girls' tonight. Come on out with us!" "Of course," I blurted out. Damn. Why did they have to phrase everything like a command, so I couldn't resist it? "One more thing" she said, "when we used to go out, I thought you were one of the best lovers I've ever had. Before you come over to our side, can we make love once more, just for old time's sake? I'd like for you to 'go out with a bang', if you know what I mean" she said with a wink. Hey, this was turning out to be pretty good. I was becoming a chick magnet. Of course, according to the video, I was becoming a chick myself. But this was better than I had ever done as a man. I invited her in. As we made love, with her on top, she kept telling me how pretty I was, and what a wonderful woman I was going to be. "You're a pretty girl" she said. "I'm a girl" I replied, just for a second actually believing it, and I came harder than I had ever done in my life. The thought of actually being a girl, just for a moment, had brought unbelievable pleasure to me! Wow! Just like the video said. *** When we were done, we snuggled and talked for hours. She gave me a lot of advice, and told me things like local stores where they would have the larger sizes I'd need for shoes, dresses, and such. She told me what colors of makeup would go well with my face, and said she'd be glad to teach me the techniques for things like putting on nail polish. It felt so good to talk with her. But eventually, we got onto a topic where I had to tell a few little white lies. "Why do you want to be a woman?" she asked. "It's....just something inside me" I said. "Something I have to do". She smiled and kissed me. "You'll be a wonderful woman" she said. "You'll find as a woman that your friends are one of your most cherished and important assets in life. Count me as one of your friends." *** We went out with her girlfriends that night, dancing and drinking. We had a blast! None of them viewed me as a threat now, so we were able to bond in a way we couldn't before. They made me do some things I never would have as a man, some of which I won't repeat here! I felt uncomfortable when they were checking out the guys, and saying who had the hottest body. But for the most part, it was awesome hanging out with a bunch of chicks. And I was one of them for the night! I never had so much fun in my life. In fact, over the course of the weekend, I ended up having sex four more times, hanging out with the girls, getting invites to a wine tasting during the week, invitations to go to the movies, just more and more. My social calendar become fully booked! I was one in-demand chick. I came into work Monday in full feminine dress. My male coworkers kind of kept their distance, but everybody wanted to be politically correct, so none of them really said anything. All of the girls in the office however became very interested in me, and I got very little work done, due to the constant parade of one after the other. I actually had to turn down offers to go out, since I had so much on my plate already. It was to the point that I didn't even flinch when the personnel system sent me a confirmation letter on my new name and new gender. Even headquarters thought I was a girl now. Oh well, let them think that. I was starting to think of myself that way too. It was the same when I went home for lunch: the mail had come, including the update sticker for my drivers license reflecting my new status. I'd have to go in to get my picture taken for a new license. I'd have to do that later in the week. Then there my medication, which they had been delivering through the mail since last spring. It was a little early this month, but hey, perhaps they were getting more efficient. There were also the usual bills and junk mail. There was a message on my answering machine. It was from Doctor Noordphall's office confirming my appointment. Who was that? I never heard of him. I checked in the phone book, and it turned out he was a plastic surgeon. I called to ask what this about. "Doctor's office. Faye speaking" "This is uh....Jessica Anne Lange, calling about my appointment" "Yes Miss Lange, I have your file right here. You are scheduled for your breast augmentation surgery and liposuction on Thursday, at 10:00am. Remember not to eat breakfast that morning. See you then!" She hung up on me before I could say anything. Well, I sure wasn't going to show up for that! How did I get scheduled for an appointment? Did they have some kind of computer scheduling system that the virus had sent something to? I didn't want to even think about it. I ate my lunch, reading from the issue of Cosmo which Jenna at work had given me, and took my daily pills. After I ate, I noticed something though: the label on the pill bottle didn't have my normal medicine's name. I dug the flyer which came with the prescription out of the garbage, and looked in horror as I realized that what I had just taken was a double dose of female hormones! I was late, so I headed back to work, upset now. I'd surf the net, and see what it said about the effects of men taking women's hormone pills. I had no idea. Back at work when I logged on, I saw an e-mail had just arrived. It had an imbedded picture of a woman, naked from the waist up. The audio said "Take your pills every day, like a good girl." Damn. Stop doing this to me! I read up on a few web sites about the effects of female hormones on the male body. I was getting upset. I didn't want all that to happen to me. What was I going to do? I was willing to go along with wearing a dress if it meant having a different girl every night of the week. But I didn't want to become one myself. And the hormones were going to make it impossible for me to have sex soon. My male parts would become useless. I cried a tear. *** The next few days flew by. I was swamped at work, and every night I was out with one girl after the other. Every morning I'd put on my breast cream as Sarah had ordered me to do. I took my estrogen pills too, as the chick in the video ordered me to. I really tried to stop from doing it, but I was helpless. How could they do this to me? At least I was having more sex than I had even gotten in my life. The girls were all over me. So I went along with wearing a skirt every day, and dressing up like a woman. But at times I felt very uncomfortable about doing it. And now the hormones were starting to kick in, and I was having trouble getting an erection anymore. On Wednesday night, I was at a wine and cheese party at Sarah's house. We were all chatting about our jobs. One of the girls there was named Faye. She said that she worked as a receptionist for Doctor Noordphall, the plastic surgeon. "You're Jessica Lange?" she said. "Yes, that's me" I replied. "I talked with you on the phone the other day! Nice to meet you in person. Come in early tomorrow. I'll get you set up right away in the best room. Don't forgot to bring a book to read! You should also stop drinking now. You won't be as sick tomorrow after the surgery. And make sure you show up! Don't back out now!" "I'll be there" I said, knowing that I would, with her having phrased it as an order to me. I could not disobey a woman's command. I got away from her before she told me to do anything else I would regret. In the morning, I had a headache, but I got up at 7:30am, as normal. After showering and putting on my breast cream, I looked in the mirror. I knew that in a few minutes I would dress up, and go to the plastic surgeon. When I came back, I'd have big breasts. Oh well, at least I'd fit in better with the chicks. I tried to make myself drive to work, but the car stopped at the Dr.'s office. I tried to stay in my seat, but I found myself walking in. I didn't want to be here, but I obeyed Faye's order to show up. She met me in the lobby. "Come with me dear" she said. I did. "Undress, and lie down here" she said, handing me a skimpy medical robe. I did as she asked. With all the modern technology, why couldn't they come up with a robe that actually fit? After a twenty minute wait (good thing I brought the book like she told me), the doctor came in. He had some questions to ask. "Before I perform a surgery like this, I need to double check some things to make certain that you're not going to be unhappy." I was already unhappy. "Now lets see, you call yourself by a female name?" "She's going by the name Jessica Anne" said Faye. "Good. And you dress like a woman every day?" "Yes, that's my dress over there." "And I saw her femmed out at a party last night" added Faye helpfully. "All right. And you're on estrogen?" "Yes, and I use breast cream, although I don't see any results yet" "Most of them are fakes. I'll write a script for a real one when you go home." He wrote some other things on the pad of paper, and wheeled me into the operating room. They put on the gas mask, and I went into blackness.... *** I awoke feeling very groggy. I think I was sick a few times. It took a few hours to clear my head. I ached all over, but they gave me one of those buttons you could push to put morphine into the I.V. stream. It made everything fuzzy, but at least the pain was further away. I was too weak, and I slept more than I was awake. The next morning, I felt a lot better. I moved my arms, which were sore from inactivity, and went to feel my new large breasts. I held my breath. When my hands reached my chest, it felt just like normal. I tried again, and it was true. They hadn't touched my chest. I felt *so* relieved. I pushed the button to raise the back of the bed up to a sitting position. But if they didn't touch my breasts, what had they done? Oh my God. I moved the blanket off to the side, looked down between my legs, and saw bandages covering my genital area. "Oh look who's up" said the nurse, who had just walked in. "Its time to change your bandages, so you've got good timing. You'll get a peek at the results!" She delicately took the bandages off, and revealed the swollen red flesh. "It doesn't look like much now," she said, "but wait a few days until the swelling goes down. With a new vagina like this, it will take a while for the pain to subside. And you'll have to wait about a month before you can have sex. It will be a little to tender to handle being penetrated." I was at a loss for words. "Read this booklet while you're recovering. I call it 'care and feeding of your new vagina'. It has a lot of information you'll need to know. Like use lots of K-Y jelly when you have sex, since you don't have the right plumbing to get wet on your own. Let me know if you have any questions." "What about my breasts? I thought I was going to get breasts" I said. "No, the computer says your gender reassignment surgery was for this week, and you're not scheduled to get breasts until next month." She completed replacing the bandages, pulled the blanket over my legs, and wrote some notes in her chart. I started to cry. They had cut off my genitals. I had a pussy between my legs now. "There there," said the nurse. "I know how such a wonderful moment can bring tears of joy for a woman. I cried when I had my first period. So you're just like me. I understand." I tried to smile as she walked off, but I was so upset. I pushed the button until I had the maximum dosage, and it wouldn't dispense any more morphine into my system, and drifted off to sleep. *** It took a few days before I was able to go home. I had a constant parade of female visitors who brought me flowers, cooked soup for me, helped me around, and took care of me until I was able to get around on my own. It was painful to walk at first. Sarah saw the booklet on my operation, and read through it while I was eating the salad she had prepared for me. "Wow, I didn't know that they split your penis apart, and reused it to make your vagina. How did that feel?" I could only moan at the very thought of it. "And I see that you're going to have to go back for another few operations to complete the work. I hope you have a good doctor!" "Oh, he's very good" I replied. "Just look at me. I used to have a...." my words trailed off as a started to cry. You see, I was totally depressed by now. How could all of this have happened? I had tried to keep up a good facade in front of Sarah, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I broke down, and really started sobbing. They could program my brain to make me say I was a woman, but they couldn't change what was in my heart. I was having a breakdown. Sarah comforted me, and we really talked. For the first time, really talked. I told her *everything*, even about the computer virus, and it felt so good to finally get it off my chest. She guided me, and help me express my true feelings out loud. Just saying the words to someone was such a relief! I had been afraid that if I told her, she'd get upset and run away. But instead, she held my hand, and listened to me. Really listened, and sympathized with me. Men didn't ever do that! Only women acted this way. Over the next few weeks, what really brought me out of my depressing and turned things around for me was female company and conversation, particularly with Sarah. I was learning how women talked, acted and felt. The way the could be so supportive was new and different for me, and it helped me so much. I was finally able to accept what I was now, and who I was. *** After I had accepted my femininity, everything was different. Instead of resisting my changes, I embraced them. Instead of feeling powerless and trapped by wearing a bra, I looked forward to the time when I would have real breasts to fill out the cups. In fact, I moved up the schedule for the surgery, so that I would soon have 34C breasts. The hormones and the breast cream would hopefully add a few more sizes on top of that for me. The hormones took a while to show any visible changes, but over time, I noticed that my skin was becoming softer, and it seemed like I didn't have to shave my body hair as often. I had started going to electrolysis sessions regularly, to get rid of my facial hair. When it was all gone for good, I started on my shoulders, chest and back. I couldn't wait until it was all gone too, so I wouldn't have to shave it or use Nair as often. Sarah and the girls taught me about fashion, and we went on shopping sprees. I ended up with a whole new wardrobe, with the latest fashions. Because of my body size, I had to shop in the "women's" department, a shopping code word for larger sizes. But Sarah also showed me a few stores which specialized in larger sizes, in the latest fashions too. I especially loved shopping for lingerie. I loved how the soft silky materials felt on my skin. It made me feel sexy and feminine. I also had to learn a lot about makeup and hair care. I was letting my hair grow out, but it would take quite some time for it to reach the shoulder length I longed for. In a year or two, I would really be pretty. In the mean time, I had to work on learning. There were so many things! How to walk, talk, move, even how to think. Sarah and the girls had the advantage of being *born* female, and had all their lives to learn all of the little things that go into being a woman. I had to learn them all as an adult, in a short time. They were so lucky. I wish I had been born female too. I knew the hormones were altering my body and my brain chemistry. I wondered what part they were taking in the changes on how I felt. All I knew, is that I had never felt this good before in my life. I was free! Epilogue I traded in my PC at home for a Mac. It just seemed easier to use. I was doing some online shopping one night, adding a few new skirts to my collection, when an instant message popped up from an ID I hadn't heard from before. FFem4U: Hey Jes, how's it going? JesGirl_19275: Who are you? FFem: You know me. Jes: I do? FFem: Yes. I put a virus on your computer last year. Jes: That was you? FFem: Yup. Jes: Nine months ago, I wanted to kill you. Now I want to thank you. ;-) FFem: You're welcome! Jes: Just tell me one thing: why? Why me? FFem: You were one of the test sites. I'm getting ready to start rolling it out to the full internet. Hundreds of thousands will get infected with my virus before they can find anything to stop it. Jes: But why me? FFem: You were a manly man, with no sensitivity, no feminine side whatsoever. You would resist with all your might. If it worked on you, then men with even a slight trace of a softer side would be easy to convert. Jes: So why contact me now? FFem: To get you to help. I'm e-mailing you a program. Run it tomorrow at work, when you're inside your company's firewall. Before you know it, every man in your office will begin his journey towards total feminization too. Jes: Cool. I can't wait to see Roger in a skirt! And after I overheard Josh talking about me behind my back, I will love seeing *him* wearing a bra. This is gonna be fun! FFem: Thanks! Jes: No prob. Catch ya later.