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A change for the better by Angela Collins As I sat at my desk, overlooking Eaton Square, listening to the children's records playing upstairs, I wondered at what time my husband, Michael, would be home this evening. I had just finished writing some cheques and glanced across to the copy of SHE resting on the coffee table. It was open at an article "A change for the better". I thought back five years, when my life had changed considerably and definitely for the better. I was 25, 5'8", of slim build, male and unemployed when I answered an advert for an assistant in a small friendly advertising company. I telephoned immediately I saw the advert and after a few minutes conversation was invited to an interview the following day. I got on well with Susan, the owner of the company, who interviewed me being immediately invited to meet the rest of the staff, which consisted of two other girls and two quite obviously gay men. The job sounded quite interesting but the prospect of working with the three girls, all of whom were unmarried and quite attractive, was perhaps an even greater incentive. I was told that if I had got the job they would let me know in about three days. They also informed me that it was company policy that all employees had a full medical check, paid for by the company, prior to inclusion in the company private medical scheme. For the next few days I waited anxiously to know the result of the interview and was ecstatic when on the third day Susan phoned to say I had got the job, if I wanted it. We arranged for me to start the following Monday. I arrived early on the Monday morning and by Wednesday afternoon had settled in well and was thoroughly enjoying the new job. It required concentration, innovation and was a continual challenge but everyone seemed to be pleased with what I was doing and I got the impression that they had all accepted me as a permanent fixture on the staff. Gillian and I, had just finished discussing the design of a new poster when Susan came over to my desk. She looked particularly ravishing that afternoon, although and I really fancied her and wanted to invite her out, but being the new boy in the office, I did not want to do anything which might jeopardise my job. "I have booked your medical for 3 p.m. tomorrow with Doctor Lewis at the Royal Hospital. Is that all right ?",she asked. Fine ", I replied and made a note in my diary. I decided to take the bull by the horns and said "Susan, would you like to have dinner with me one evening?" "Yes", she replied, "but I'm a bit tied up at the moment, perhaps next week". On Thursday afternoon I went to the hospital for my check-up and was immediately shown in to see Doctor Lewis. First of all he ran through a form which seemed to have all the same questions on it as when I had taken out some life assurance a couple of year's earlier. "Have you had German Measles, Mumps, Smallpox, Cholera, TB etc.? "Do you smoke, drink, go to the toilet regularly, etc?". All the answers met with his satisfaction and he marked the form accordingly. He asked me to stand next to the wall while he measured my height. My weight was, 10 stone 7 pounds. He then checked my pulse, heart and lung declaring them OK He then proceeded to examine my private parts by prodding with a spatula and asking me to cough. He asked me if I had had any pains there recently or if I had had any sexually transmitted diseases. I admitted to having had a bout of NSU some years ago but had been to the clinic and it had cleared up quickly. He also asked if I had recently had any pain in my genitals as there was a slight swelling. I said that there had been some but nothing serious. "I think I'll arrange an x-ray", he said, "just to make sure". He dialled a number and booked an immediate appointment for me. I was in a state of nervous apprehension when I reached the x-ray room. I was requested to remove my trousers and pants and a shield was placed on my chest. Two x-rays were taken and I was asked to wait outside while they were developed. About fifteen minutes later the radiographer came out, handed me an envelope and told me to take it back to the doctor. I sat nervously while he examined the negatives clipped up on a light panel. After a few minutes he turned to me with a grave look on his face. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you", he said You have a serious cancer of the right testicle, however you are lucky that it has been discovered at such an early stage. It is very unusual for someone of your age". I did not feel particularly lucky, at that stage, I would have felt a lot luckier if he had found nothing wrong at all. He continued, in it's early stages the cancer can be removed by surgery, however in later stages these cancers are highly malignant and can spread themselves throughout the body at a very fast rate". I asked exactly what form the surgery would take, to which he replied, " Well, we would have to remove your right testicle and assuming the cancer has spread no further the surgery would stop there. Later, you could have an artificial implant made so externally nothing would look different. This operation would in no way affect your masculinity or reproductivity and if done quickly enough I can almost guarantee a 100% success. However, there is a small risk that if the cancer has spread it may be necessary to remove your other testicle also and this would of course have repercussions on your sex life and reprodutivity. I must stress, however, that the risk of this happening is very small. I would suggest that you are admitted as an urgent case as soon as possible". This had all come as rather as shock to me and I started mumbling about having a few days to think it over, second opinion and cost. He pointed out that each day that went by would increase the chance of malignancy and if I wanted a second opinion, it should be arranged immediately. The surgeon he suggested was a cancer specialist and would in any case confirm the diagnosis before contemplating operating. Regarding the cost, he felt sure that as I was already an employee of the company it would probably be covered by the health scheme. Technically, I should have had the check up prior to my employment but he felt sure that in this case the health company would take a lenient view. He started to take down some more details, regarding relatives and next of kin etc. My parents had died three years earlier in a car accident and I had no brothers or sisters. I lived in a flat in town. I thought that I ought to phone the office to discuss the situation regarding the cost and some time off. Apparently, I would be in hospital for about ten days to two weeks and need at least one week after that before I could work. I phoned Susan and explained that the medical had revealed that I needed an urgent operation of which I'd had previously no idea at all. She said that I was not to worry about anything. If the insurance did not cover it, (she felt sure it would) then the company would pay. I saw the surgeon later that afternoon, was booked in and sheduled for my operation on Friday morning at 10 am. I was woken at six that morning and from then on an endless stream of people came in to get me to sign things, take blood, and jab me with needles. When I awoke someone was saying, "Wake up. You're back in your room. It's all over. Can you spit it out?" I tried to spit and some tube was removed from my mouth. There was very numb feeling of discomfort from between my legs and a general feeling of great drowsiness. various things seemed to be attached to my arms. My temperature and blood pressure were taken. I tried to speak but could only mumble incoherently. "Don't try and speak yet", said the nurse. "Everything went very well. Just rest now". A few minutes later the surgeon arrived, repeated what the nurse had said, adding that he would look in on me the following day. Various nurses kept on coming in feeding me pills or checking something, waking me up each time. On Saturday evening the surgeon came back. Examined me, asked me how I was and then dropped the bombshell stating bluntly that it had been necessary to remove both testicles. He went on to explain that after a few weeks they would give me some testosterone tablets to replace that hormone normally produced by my testes and that I should soon feel absolutely no ill effects. I had my doubts and wanted to ask if I would still be able to make love and get erections. However, I did not dare as I feared that the answer would be negative. Susan came that afternoon and brought with her an enormous bowl of fruit. Although she did not know the exact details of the operation she suspected it was of a private nature and only asked how I was feeling. She assured me that everything was taken care of financially and that I should not worry about that or the security of my job. I felt that she was just like a wonderful big sister. She had been so kind to me that I burst into tears at her compassion and told her how I desperately needed someone to talk to. Gradually, I told her everything after first getting her to promise that she would not tell anyone else. She received the news calmly, came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, explaining that she knew exactly how I felt as she had a breast removed because of cancer. Over the next few days we became firm friends and shared many confidences. However, by the fourth day, I was beginning to feel a bit worried as I was starting to develop breast like mounds on my chest and my nipples had become sore. I spoke to the doctor about it and he explained that the average male normally produces male hormones with very small proportion of female hormones. As the body was now out of balance, due to the removal of the testes, it appeared that the female hormones had taken over and were producing secondary sexual characteristics. It would only continue for a few days however and was perfectly normal. They would in any case be giving me male hormone tablets soon but had to wait until the body had settled down a bit. I suggested that they should start giving them to me at once before I turned completely female. He said that there was no risk of that, but the immediate use of male hormones could trigger another cancer in another part of the body. There might also be some beneficial side effects to delaying the treatment, he added, as my head hair might start growing back in my bald patch. My breasts continued growing for the next few days and had they been on another woman I would have thought them to be quite attractive. I must admit I did enjoy the sensation of cupping my right breast with my left hand and playing with the nipple with my right. Soon everyone was agreed that as they had grown so much, I would have to have an operation to remove them, but could not until they had stopped growing completely. I was beginning to get bored with the confines of my room and Julia, one of the particularly friendly nurses suggested that I go along the corridor to the sitting room where I could chat with some of the other patients. I said that I would be too embarrassed because the way my shirt and jacket bulged. It was one thing for nurses, doctors and close friends to see me like this but quite another for strangers who might be more judgmental. She looked at my face intently for a few moments and then said," I think I've got a super idea, but please don't take offence. It could be quite good fun for you also". "What's that", I asked. "We could dress you in drag, like Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie. Do say yes, it would be such good fun", she said enthusiastically. I felt a bit annoyed, but she had been very kind to me and I was feeling rather bored at being confined to the room the whole time. It also began to appeal to my curiosity, I had wondered what it might feel like to wear a bra and it looked as if I might get the chance before my breasts were removed. So, I agreed, with the proviso that if after Julia had dressed me I did not feel 100% confident, I would not leave the room. She was thrilled and came over to kiss me hard on the lips. I responded but my response was more emotional than physical. Afterwards, she told me that the following day was her day off and she would return with the clothes. I looked forward to the following day with very mixed feelings and started thinking deeply about my own sexuality. I began to take stock of my body and serious doubts began to creep in. Was I male or female? I had a penis and breasts but no testicles. My facial hair was weakening, I never had much body hair and now appeared to have even less, my build was slim and my facial characteristics seemed to have become softer in the past few days. The doctor had been right about my hair, it was beginning to grow back, I could feel it, with my hands starting to grow again in my bald patch. By the time I drifted off to sleep I was quite looking forward to the next day to find out what I might look as a girl. I ate a good breakfast, washed and had a close shave in anticipation of what was to happen. Julia arrived about 10 am with a small case and explained she had checked the scheme with sister who had cleared it only if I was still agreeable. I nodded than she told me to take off the pyjamas while she got out the clothes I was not embarrassed as she had been regularly washing me each day while changing the dressings. I stood naked before her and she handed me some black lace panties. I put them on. The matching bra came next, which she did up at the back and adjusted the straps. It felt very comfortable and natural and really did show my breasts off well. I asked her what size it was to which she replied, "34C". I looked at myself in the full length mirror and had to admit that I had quite a good body but perhaps it was slightly too thick in the waist. Julia had the answer to that, which turned out to be a waspie suspender belt. She tightened it on to me reducing my waist by about three or four inches. She threaded the suspenders through the legs of the panties and told me so sit on the bed while she helped me with the stockings. They were long, sheer and black and it was a lovely sensation as she unrolled them up my legs, attaching them to the suspenders. .I stood up again and was pleased to notice that they hid the hairs on my legs. The shoes were a pair of size seven black courts with three inch heals. They fitted well but I wondered how women ever managed to walk in them. I almost fell over in my haste to get to the mirror. I felt that dressed like that my body could turn on almost any man. It was a pity about the face though, it did not seem to match the rest of me. A long petticoat came next, then Julia suggested she should do my make-up. She checked I had shaved closely enough and then applied foundation. As she was doing this she explained what she was doing but she would not let me near the mirror to see it happening. She worked next on my eyes and finally with my lips. It was rather an enjoyable feeling being pampered. I had often wondered why women wasted their money on professional make-up and facial massages now I could sympathise. She told me to close my eyes and suddenly I felt a wig being put on my head. I asked if I could look but she insisted it was to be completely arranged before I looked in order that I could appreciate the full effect. After a few minutes brushing out, I was allowed to the mirror. I could not believe the transformation. I was beautiful, in fact I looked better than Julia and she looked pretty good herself. I looked at the mirror and over to her again. She voiced what I had not dared to," Yes, you are prettier than I am." I of course denied it because I did not want her to feel bad about things. I was then fitted into a gorgeous blue silk dress with buttons down the front and a belt that matched the shoes and she tidied my hair once more. We had just finished and were about to leave the room when there was a knock at the door and Susan entered. She looked round the room and said "Sorry, girls, I must have the wrong room. I thought there was a chap in here. Do you know where he has gone?". I replied, "Susan, don't you recognise me?" "I'm terribly sorry", she said, "I'm normally very good with names and faces and you do sound familiar but I'm afraid I can't place you at all". Julia burst into joyful laughter and explained, "She, is, Antony". Susan looked again and slowly recognition dawned. "But, you look fabulous", she exclaimed and came over to kiss me on the cheek. "Don't mess up her make up", warned Julia, "I've just spent half an hour on it". Susan was informed of the plan regarding the sitting room and thought it would be a great idea adding that it would be really amusing if I could get a bloke to chat me up. For the next half-hour they gave me coaching in being a woman. How to walk, turn, stand, sit down, what to do with the handbag, how to flick at the hair and practise in how to raise the tone my voice to a more natural pitch. I began to feel that I was the best thing for them since their Barbie dolls. Soon the big moment arrived. Susan would go first to settle down in the sitting room. She would pretend not to know me. I would arrive with Julia and she would introduce me to some of the other patients. When we got there, Susan was sitting in the far corner. There were two middle aged ladies chatting over their knitting and a young man with his back to us, looking out of the window. He turned as we entered and smiled "Michael", said Julia, "I'd like you to meet Angela". I almost looked round wondering who 'Angela' was. Then Michael came over and shook me warmly by the hand. I could see that he was undressing me with his eyes and felt not only amused but flattered. It was a totally new experience to have the boot on the other foot. Julia then left us together and went over to chat to Susan. Michael asked me what I was in for. I had to think quickly and blurted out, "Women's problems". I thought this would be amusing when I told the girls afterwards. Michael had had his appendix out and would be leaving in a couple of days. I said I was not sure when I would be out as there were complications. He was very understanding and sympathetic and we chatted very happily for the next hour or so. It seemed we had a lot in common. We had both been to Public School although my education had now taken place at the girl's school with which my school had had regular sixth form dances. He had heard of the school, but as luck would have it, had never visited it and did not know anyone there during my time. I, in fact knew his school quite well as I had swum against them in the school team on several occasions. I, of course, did not mention either of these facts. After a while, I started to look at him in a totally different light, especially when he kept dropping hints as to how attractive he thought I was. He was tall, about six foot. He had dark well groomed hair with blue shining eyes. I thought any girl would find him attractive. I started to wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him and even wondered whether I should or even could take things that far. Julia came over, at this point, saying that as it was time for my medicine would I please go back to my room. I said goodbye to Michael, who asked if we could meet later. As an instinctive reaction I replied, "Perhaps tomorrow" and left the room. Susan followed after a few seconds and we all arrived back at my room at the same time. Susan and Julia were killing themselves with laughter and quite amazed at how successful the whole plan had been. I expressed concern at what would happen if he ever found me out and speculated as to what might happen if he came to look for me the following day. The girls thought it would probably be better if I forestalled him by meeting him first. Susan said she had to get back to work and kissed me goodbye. As a parting joke, she said it would be all right for me to come back to work dressed like that provided I did not pinch any of her boyfriends. Julia produced some cards saying she had not had so much fun for a long time. She had just split up with her boyfriend and was generally off men. She confided in me, as if I was another girlfriend, which was really brought home to me when she said her period was due to start and she always had a rotten time of it. I think she was about to ask about hoe mine were but stopped and blushed redly and then laughed. I shared the joke. Although it made me wonder what it would be like. Later, Julia said she would have to go. I started to remove the wig but she said not to worry as I could keep the clothes for the duration of my stay in hospital, adding with a wink that I would need them for my meeting with lover boy tomorrow. During the early evening the surgeon came in. He saw me sitting, still dressed, by the window. He looked a bit bewildered, apologised and went out again to check the name on the door. He re-entered and said, "Excuse me, miss, could you tell me where my patient is?". I replied, "I am your patient". He came over to me and slowly the truth dawned. He asked me to undress as he wanted to examine me. It felt strangely erotic to undress out of women's clothes in front of a man and I kept on the wig, bra and panties. I could also see that it was having an effect on him too, as he was having difficulty hiding the bulge in his trousers behind his clipboard. I lay on the bed and he removed my bra. He felt each breast, checking it's development, while feeling for lumps. I was surprised to notice my nipples erected at his touch. Then he examined my shrunken penis checking that the healing was taking place adequately. "Good", he said, "it all seems to have healed up well. Now, that the breasts are fully develops d, I can operate to remove them". This came as a bit of a Shock to me as I was just beginning to enjoy having them. "Can we postpone it a few days?", I asked hesitantly. "Why", he replied "only a few days ago you were ranting about something having to be done about them". I explained that I was feeling a bit confused at the moment and was no longer sure what I was or what I wanted to be. He said he would delay the operation pending a psychiatric evaluation and report and would arrange a meeting for me the following day. I was awoken early the next morning by Julia who was now back on duty. She asked what I wanted to do that day. She said she had been to Michael's room to take his temperature and he had asked about me. I, too, was thinking about Michael. In fact, my mind was in turmoil with the single thought "what would it be like to be kissed by him". We did have a tentative arrangement to meet but I was not sure I could keep up the deception. I asked Julia if she would help me get dressed up again as I wanted to continue the joke with Michael. I did not want anyone else to know my true feelings as I did not want to be accused of being queer. She agreed to help. Soon I was dressed again, feeling lovelier than ever. After a quick breakfast, I went to the sitting room. Michael was the only other person there. We soon fell into deep conversation spending most of the morning chatting. We discovered that we had even more in common than we had found out about on the previous day. Michael loved snow-skiing, as did I. As it happened we had both been to many of the same resorts and we were able to discuss the relative merits. He thought that I was a very brave girl skiing some of the more difficult runs. We had both also travelled extensively but felt that the British Isles were definitely the best place to live despite and possibly because of the rainy weather. After lunch, which we ate together, we agreed to meet the following day, as I had an appointment to see the shrink. I told him I was going for another check-up. Karl was a tall man, a bit older than myself and although I had a distrust of all things psychiatric I felt that maybe he could help me in some way to find myself. I answered his questions as honestly as I could although quite often I was not sure of the answers. He asked me if I had ever had any homosexual tendencies to which I replied "no". I then told him about the joke with Michael and how it was beginning to take a more serious turn for me. He asked about my former sex life and I told him about a whole string of affairs which I had enjoyed. After we had spoken for about an hour and a half he left my room saying that he would call again tomorrow. He would let Julia know the time. The next morning Julia entered my room holding a large vase with a dozen long-stemmed red roses in it. She was grinning from ear to ear as she pointed to the card. I opened it, 'Dear Angela, I'm looking forward to our meeting later. Love Michael'. The roses were simply perfect and the whole concept did make my heart flutter a little. I really was enjoying playing the role of a female but it was getting out of hand and I did not think it was fair on Michael. I asked Julia's advice. She said he had been a bit of a pain in the neck trying to chat up the nurses before our game started and as far as everyone else was concerned the longer it went on the better. She said she would help with the make-up again and the appointment with Karl was for 2 p.m. which would give me all morning with Michael. I dressed myself, but wished I had a lager wardrobe as I put on the same clothes again. The blue silk was lovely but no self-respecting woman would wear the same dress three days in a row. I hoped Michael would understand that my wardrobe was limited because I was in hospital. An hour later I was ready to face the world again. I walked alone to the sitting room. Michael was not there yet. I said "Good Morning", to the other occupants, seating myself in an armchair next to a low table with some magazines on it. I remembered to arrange my dress under me as I sat down, and cross my legs in a feminine fashion. There was a choice of magazines catering for a wide variety of taste both male and female. I chose 'Women's Own' and was soon deeply immersed in a love story, fantasising that I was the heroine. I had just finished it and was looking through the adverts when in walked Michael. He ignored everyone else and came straight over to me greeting me warmly. I thanked him for the gorgeous flowers, telling him how impressed I was that he had arranged such long-stemmed roses from hospital. To which he replied that he reckoned it should have earned him a kiss at least I was worried that if I gave him a kiss he would feel the roughness of the remnants of my shaven moustache, which would then betray me. Yet, at the same time, something inside me really wanted to kiss him I quickly thought up the excuse that I could not possibly kiss someone in such a public place. To this he responded that perhaps then we should go back to his room. I just laughed pretending it was a funny joke but fully realising that he was serious. He looked so handsome that morning and at that moment I was seized by a great urge to be kissed by him, despite the risk but also realised that I could unless I told him the whole story. I knew also that If I did tell him I would almost certainly lose him and he might well become violent as a result of his anger and shock at my deception. I was not sure if the look in his eyes was lust or love but I held his eyes with mine and said, "Michael, we must talk". The atmosphere between us was electric and my heart was thumping violently in my chest but I had to risk everything for my love. He again suggested his room and I nodded my acquiescence, feeling that a visit to my room with male clothes and shaving tackle strewn around would make his realisation a bit too sudden. We walked down the corridor silently, with him leading and soon reached his room. We entered. Before he could make a grab for me, I asked him to sit down. He did so. I told him how I had developed such strong feelings for him. I begged him to remember that it was because I felt so strongly for him that I had to tell him the truth about myself. He said he loved me and that whatever it was that was so terrible in my past, it could not affect his love for me and that I really did not need to tell him anything. I insisted I had to. I started by telling him about the job and going for the medical test. I left out all mention of my sex till I said that the doctor examined my private parts and found that I would have to have an operation to remove my testes because of cancer. Michael looked a bit puzzle and interjected "uterus". I shook my head. he was speechless. I could not tell whether he was amazed, annoyed or just stunned. Before he could open his mouth 1: asked him to say nothing and let me finish the story. I spoke about coming into hospital, having the operation, the totally genuine growth of my breasts, the trick the girls had suggested I play on him and finally how I had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with him and wanted more than anything else in the world to be a woman for him. By now I was in tears, he quickly rose to his feet and took me into his arms with my head resting on his shoulder. We must have stood motionless for several minutes while he gently patted and caressed my back. After a while, I stopped crying and started to extricate myself from his embrace. Our eyes met and soon he was kissing me full on the mouth. I opened mine to allow his tongue to play with mine while his right hand was stroking my bottom. All this was having an effect on my body that I had never felt before. My breasts were heaving in the restraint of the bra begging for their release as his hands played with them through the thin dress. Eventually, we parted from each other and he removed my dress and bra. He tried to remove my panties but I would not let him. I helped him remove all his clothes. He kissed and admired my breasts saying they were the best pair he had ever seen. I felt I had to do something for him so I sank to my knees in front of him and looked at the symbol of his manhood jutting out in front of him and started to play with it in the same way as used to touch my own. I then became overwhelmed with the desire to do for him what I had enjoyed so much in the past and opened my mouth widely. If someone had accused me a few weeks earlier of being gay I and taking a man like this it would certainly have earned them a broken nose, but now I felt an overwhelming desire to satisfy the man who meant so much to me and made me want to feel that I was his woman. When it was over, we lay in bed together in each others' arms. He was soon asleep while I lay awake wondering about the future. In those moments I decided that I would do everything within my power and medical science to become a woman. I must have a sex-change operation as soon as possible. I had heard that surgeons usually made patients wait at least two years while they were living and dressing as women. I felt that in my case there were grounds, in view of my dual sexuality and the fact that now, I was probably more female than male, for a more immediate solution. I gently and gradually extracted myself from Michael, got dressed, did what I could to the ravages of my make-up and returned to my room leaving Michael sleeping soundly. I repaired my make-up and eagerly awaited lunch which was brought in by Julia. "What happened to you?", she asked. "You look positively radiant". I told her briefly about having spoken to Michael, how he seemed to have accepted it and what it was like to be kissed by him. I did not mention that anything else had happened. She was highly amused, leaving with a grin on her face. I phoned Michael, who was wondering what had happened to me. I told him of my appointment, with Karl and asked if he would like to see me later. After another hour and a half session with Karl I felt I had convinced him that I was sane, rational and despite his preconceived views totally female in mind. We both began to relax a bit and he became quite talkative, in fact, it seemed to me that we were relating more as man to woman than doctor to patient. He had started off by referring to me as Antony, despite my clothes, but finished by calling me Angela. He told me not to be a naughty girl and remember that Michael had had an appendix operation and should not be doing anything too energetic. I asked him for advice as to how I should handle the relationship. He replied that I seemed to be doing very well without his advice as what normally happened in such cases was that the man becomes violent on being told often beating up his victim or simply disappears never to be heard from again. It appeared that I had been truly lucky and found a man in a million. All this made my love for Michael even deeper and increased my desire to see him. After Karl left, I checked my face in the mirror blowing myself a kiss Then returned to my beloved, who was eager to see me He gave me a quick but passionate kiss before we sat down to discuss things. I noticed that he rubbed his mouth with his hand and I apologised for my whiskers. He said that his sister had had some unsightly hairs on her lip but had had them removed with electrolysis. I promised to arrange it as soon as I could. We then had a long talk about his life. His wife had run off about five years ago leaving him with two small children now aged eight and seven. It had been a terrible shock at first but he got a nanny who was very capable. He had filed for divorce on the grounds of desertion, having just received the decree absolute. He was managing director of a small private company making pleasure boats. The company seemed to be doing quite well at the moment as people were spending more on their leisure and the export trade was good. He showed me pictures of his two adorable children, and I wondered what sort of a woman could possibly leave them. A sudden feeling of depression came over me, that I would never be able to have any children of my own. It must truly be the fulfilment of womanhood to bear children for the man you love. "Michael", I said sadly, "I'll never be able to have any children!" "Do you want children ?",he replied. "Well, up to now I've never wanted any, but now I feel totally different and I'm feeling broody". "Oh well", he joked, "You will just have to marry a man with a ready made family then". I don't think he realised what he had said till I also quipped half hoping," Is that an offer?". He said nothing for a few moments, then, "Angela, I love you very much, but perhaps things are going a bit too quickly. We only met each other a few days ago. Let's wait and see how things develop" I nodded in agreement. He was right. A few long days ago, I had been a man and now here I was practically getting engaged to one. Things were moving fast! He said he was leaving hospital the next morning but would visit me each evening. Later, the surgeon came to visit me. He stated that as we had agreed to postpone the breast operation, I could leave as soon as I wanted unless I had changed my mind. I asked him if he could do a sex change operation instead. He had apparently done a few in the past but certainly would not at short notice and only after full evaluation by the psychiatrist. However, he thought I would physically be quite a good candidate and if the psychiatrist agreed he would undertake it in six months time. However, if then or before I wanted to have the breasts removed he would do that at short notice and at the same time insert artificial testes so I could return to being a man. That concept now felt totally abhorrent and I told him so. He asked me how I intended to live and whether my employers would accept me as a woman. I told him what Susan had said but he remarked that it is not easy for transvestites and transsexuals to find jobs in their chosen roles; I should check before I made the leap. I promised him I would ask Susan when she arrived. Susan confirmed that to her it really did not matter what sex I was as long as I could do the job in fact, she felt that a normal male in an office of two girls and two gays was probably wrong in any case. So I would be welcome back at work the following Monday as Angela. She would tell the others so there would not be too much embarrassment when I returned. Michael and I left Hospital together. He had a car to pick him up and offered me lift. I was again wearing the dress Julia .had lent me. I commented that I did not have a thing to wear when he invited me to dinner that evening. He said he would take me on a shopping spree and during the next four hours spent more on clothes for me than I had during my entire life. He brought me everything a girl could possibly wish for including some jewellery. I felt sure I would look ravishing in the beautiful black Christian Dior evening dress with the plunging neckline but felt I would have to go home and spend the rest of the day getting ready. All the remnants of my body hair would have to be removed. I would also have to make an appointment for one evening next week to have electrolysis on my moustache and beard. Michael helped me upstairs with all my new belongings and soon I was hanging them up in the wardrobe having first removed all my old clothes. Oxfam would have a bonanza! I dressed in something casual and set about tidying the flat, fast coming to the conclusion that the previous occupant must have been a bit of a slob. I thought that I should do a dressmaking course if it was possible for one evening a week so I could then make some new curtains which would make the flat more flouncey and feminine. Soon it was time to get ready. I went into the bathroom and while standing in the bath, applied depilatory creme all over myself from the feet upwards, except round my now very shrunken penis, which I wished would disappear altogether. Still, I did warn it that it's days were numbered and soon I would have a vagina like any other woman. I longed to make love to Michael in the fullest sense. After about ten minutes I started to sponge off and rinse away the creme. I was rewarded by the sight of all my body hair in the plug hole, leaving my legs, arms and body silky smooth. Now, there was only one small part that dared to say I was not female. I had a long soak in the bath mindful not to use a scented soap after the depilatory creme. I got out of the bath, patted myself dry with a towel and applied talcum powder. I tested some Channel No 5 to see if it would react with the skin and it did not, so I sprayed behind the ears, my neck, between my breasts, on my wrists and between my legs. I put on my black bra, black waspie with suspenders and lovely sheer seemed Christian Dior stockings that Michael had brought me. I pulled up my new black silk french knickers and put on my matching petticoat. I had a very close shave. Then put on my wonderful evening gown. I was careful to put towels round the top of my dress so as not to mark it. I took extra special care of my make-up and the combing out of my wig. I then settled down in front of the television to shape and paint my nails, following the instructions I had read in one of the magazines. When I had finished I blew on them to dry them, clipped on earrings, watch, bangles and choker and was ready to face the world again. Michael arrived at 7.30. I invited him in for a drink. He looked at me and said that he really did not feel we should go out for a meal as all he wanted to eat was me. He was dressed in his dinner jacket and looked really handsome. I knew I would be the envy of every girl in the restaurant. He said the table was booked for 9.30 as the place had dancing and did not warm up till then. So after some necking on the sofa it was soon time for me to go back into the bedroom to repair the ravages to my make-up. We went down to the car. He held the door open for me. Soon we arrived at the restaurant. It was fun to be treated like a lady. I did not even mind when Michael chose and ordered for me. He chose a champagne to start with to be followed by a Burgundy with the meal. After, the main course, he asked me to dance and during a slow number unashamedly put his hand on my bottom and pressed me to him. I could feel he was aroused and the sensation made my heart beat faster. I declined the sweet and coffee saying I would make coffee for him at home. Coffee was not on his mind when we arrived. We were soon in the bedroom. I decided to do a striptease for him so he undressed and got into bed. I stripped as sexily as I could. I had seen enough acts in the past to know how it should be done, and I never felt sexier. Soon he could wait no longer. He grabbed me and pulled me into bed. He was so strong and I was powerless in his grip, not that I would have refused him anything. He kissed me and soon I too was emotionally roused. He gently turned me over onto my front, applied some creme- and entered me. Initially, it hurt, but it was giving him pleasure and so was the least I could do. I longed for the day when we could make love properly, face to face. Soon, it started to become very sore and I prayed that he would be quickly satisfied. He gave a shudder and stopped and I felt his wetness inside me. We lay in each others arms and then he was asleep. I reflected on what a wonderfully enjoyable evening I'd had and how much I loved him. He left early the next morning but said he would be back to take me to lunch. I returned to work on the Monday and everyone accepted me quite happily. It really was a great deal of fun being one of the girls. Gillian had had some electrolysis and offered to make an appointment for me. The girls all wanted to know the most intimate details of my love life with Michael and were quite envious of my breasts. The boys took no notice of me at all. The weeks passed. I got better and better at my job, which Susan rewarded with a substantial pay rise. By this time I had moved in with Michael and the children, who seemed to accept me. I longed more and more for the day when I could appear naked in front of the mirror as a complete woman, and was often tempted to cut off the part I hated so much with a sharp kitchen knife. I only stopped myself because I thought I might bleed to death. I loved Michael too much for that. I would soon have the operation, I hoped. I went back to the hospital for regular check-ups, both physical and mental. At last the day came, when the surgeon, true to his word said he was now prepared to complete the operation. He warned me that I would never be able to have any children, could not marry a man legally and may or may not be able to achieve an orgasm during intercourse. He said I would probably have to use a lubricant while having sex as the glands normally present in the female, would not be. I signed all the forms for the operation to be scheduled the following week. Michael was delighted when I told him but not quite so happy when I said there would be no sex for about six months. I checked into hospital. Julia visited to see I had settled in OK. She was amazed at the changes in me, how settled I was in the feminine role. She said she would never have believed in a thousand years that this would have been the result of the little game we had originally played. The following day I had the operation. When I woke up the pain was just starting. It felt as if my pelvis had been torn off and both legs were agony. Gradually, the pain died down during the next few days except for the times when dilation was carried out. This was to stop my new vagina from closing itself up. It was very painful and I often wondered how such a painful part of me could ever, one day, produce pleasure. I also wondered if I had done the right thing in having the operation. It was all red, blue, sore and swollen, but I was now a happy female despite the pain. As each day went by it was slightly less angry looking. Various tubes were removed and I had to learn to go to the toilet the female way. I was also taught to do the dilation myself, but was assured, that this would not be necessary for very long, as it was only necessary till I started having regular sex. After about ten days in the hospital, I went home to Michael. After a few months we used my new equipment for the first time. I had made sure he was well satisfied in other ways in the meantime, as I didn't want him wandering! It really worked for me. Michael also said afterwards that he much preferred it to the other ways we had been using as they seemed unnatural. So it seemed that our future happiness was assured. I changed my surname by deed-poll to his and we live together as man and wife. The children call me 'mummy' and I love them as if they were my own. I feel that I am the luckiest woman alive. After a while Michael thought I should give up work, to which I agreed, although I still keep in touch with Susan and help out from time to time. I adore being a housewife for Michael. I love cooking, washing his clothes and looking after our children. I can truly say that the last five years have been the happiest days of my life. "Darling, I'm home", called Michael breaking my reverie. I got up and ran to the door to give him a big welcome kiss. "I love you so much", I said. "I love you too", he replied pulling me gently towards the bedroom" [email protected]