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Tennis ? by: Jennifer White I play tennis at a private club. I'm a pretty good player, but not great. I'm in a men's double's league from 7:00pm until 9:00pm on Mondays. After we're done, we sit around, talk, drink beer, and watch the next group play. We watch them play, because they are all better players than our group. And they are all girls. These are the best women players at the club. They're all in great shape, they all play a mean game of tennis, and almost all of them are really hot looking. There are a few ordinary ones, or ones who seem a little 'butch', but most of them are really pretty. So imagine how I felt when I was done with my game, and was walking off the court when Lisa, the cutest one of them all, asked *me* if I could play, because they were one short tonight. Well first of all, I'd get a chance to play with these wonderful, beautiful women. And secondly, it would be great tennis, because they were all better than I was. So of course I said 'yes'. We played a great match, and it was a lot of fun. At first, the guys watching us were making comments: "Who's that ugly girl on court 3?" or "Hey babe, you forgot your skirt" when I missed a shot. But it was all in fun, and I really didn't even notice, because I was concentrating on the game so much. When we were done, Penny, who runs the league asked for my phone number! I hoped it was for something more than just to be on the 'subs' list, but I didn't argue. *** Sure enough, I got a call next week on Monday, just before I left for the club. "Lee? It's Penny," she said. "Hi there," I replied. Duh. Not too smooth. "Listen, Joanne has a sore knee, and had to drop out at the last moment. Do you think you might be able to sub for us again tonight?" "Sure thing!" I said. And just as last week, I had a great time, played some great tennis with beautiful women, and only had to put up with a few taunts from the guys. Better yet, when we were done, the girls asked me to stay and have a drink with them, which I did of course. Whereas the guys drank beer, the girls brought bottles of wine, which I also happened to like. I had a great time. *** Three of the next four weeks, I ended up subbing again at the last minute. I had no problem with that; it was all great to me. But at the end of the week, I got another call from Penny. "Lee, we need to talk," she said. "Sure think. What can I do for you?" I asked. I was getting to know her now, and felt a lot more comfortable talking to her. "Well, we have two problems. First of all, do you remember when Joanne hurt her knee?" "Yes," I said. Poor Joanne. She had been struggling to come back, and was the weakest player on the court last week because of it. "Well, she went in for surgery, and she is out for the rest of the season. We can't find another woman at the club with our skill level who can make it on Monday nights, so we took a vote, and decided to offer you a chance to join us full time." I didn't even have to think. I accepted right away. "Hold your horses there Lee. Before you accept, you have to know that some of the girls said that they feel uncomfortable with a man in the league. They don't like playing with someone who might be looking at them as a sexual object, now a tennis player." "But I'm not like that!" I protested. "I know that, and you know that. But some of the girls said if you join, then they would quit. So we'd be down 4 players instead of back even." "I don't want to cause trouble," I said, "If it's like that, I just won't play." "That's sweet of you to say. I know that you're a caring person like that. So that's why I was able to convince the holdouts to give you a chance, under one condition." "What's that?" I asked. "They want for you to do something overt to show that you are not after them sexually. They want you to do something to show that you're in with us as a player instead." "And what is that?" I asked. "They want you to wear a skirt." I was stunned. Wear a skirt? One of those little tennis skirts which show off a woman's legs, make her hips and her rear look so appealing? Me in one of those? No way. "I don't think so...," I started. "Look, its not so bad. I know it might be hard for you to consider, so please do this for me. I have set up court time on Saturday morning, at 7am, for just you and me. I checked, and the place is empty until 9. We can go out and hit, with you wearing my skirt. If you don't like it after half an hour, we'll just call the whole thing off. What do you say?" A chance to be with her in private, just her and me alone? Her asking me to do something for her as a favor, how could I say anything but yes? *** I showed up Saturday at 6:45am, awaiting her appearance. She showed up at 6:52, and handed me a bag. "Go into the locker room, and put these on," she said, smiling at me. I went in and took off my shorts. In the bag was a white tennis skirt, in a large size, with an elastic waste. It looked like it would fit me. There was also a pair of silky white tennis panties. I had forgotten that the girls didn't have pockets in their skirts, so they had to wear special panties with side pockets to hold the tennis balls. I'd have to put on panties too. I stepped out of my boxers, and into the panties, which felt strange, since there was no fly in the front. There were very soft and smooth. Next, I stepped into the skirt, which felt very strange and alien. As I walked, I could feel it lightly swishing against me. It surrounded me in all directions, and made me feel strange and uncomfortable. And for some reason, I got very hard. I had to wait a minute for my erection to subside before I walked out to see Penny. She was already on court, stretching. I joined her, pulled out my racquet, and we got started. The first strange thing I felt was reaching under my skirt to put a ball in the pocket of the panty. It felt so weird! And as I moved and bounced around, I felt the skirt lightly touching me; again a foreign sensation. But there was one thing I had not expected: whereas shorts felt constraining, I felt somehow freer in the skirt. I felt like I could stretch out further, run better, and get to more balls. In fact, I don't think I ever played better tennis than I did that morning. And do you know what: after about twenty minutes, I didn't even really notice the skirt anymore. I just concentrated on the ball. When we were done, we had a juice together at the club bar. We sat there and talked, and I guess I lost track of time, because soon the place was filling up with people. I had to walk back to the men's locker room wearing a skirt. I got some strange looks, but I really didn't care. I was getting in good with the girl of my dreams, and about the join the most awesome tennis league in the club. *** When Monday finally arrived, I was nervous as I played in my league. What would the guys say when I came back on court with the girls wearing a skirt? When we were done I ran to the locker room, put on my panties and skirt, then flew back on court, hoping the guys wouldn't notice. It didn't take long before the catcalls started. "Whooo!! Look at those sexy legs in that skirt!" yelled one guy. "Hey babe, how 'bout a kiss for luck?" said another. "Don't listen to them" said Candy. "They're just jealous." "Yeah!" I said back to them. "You're just jealous that it isn't you" They shut up, because it was true. Just as on Saturday, I think I played better tennis in the skirt than I did in shorts. But I also learned a few things. My partner for the first set was Patty. Her first serve went into the net, and I bent over to pick it up, just like I normally do. She walked up to me and whispered in my ear. "Don't bend over from the waist like that," she said. "Your panties show that way, and everyone stares at your butt." I had seen many women use their racquets to pick up balls off the ground. I had thought they were just being lazy, but come to think of it, wearing a skirt would make you have to adjust how you do some things. I hadn't thought of that before. From then on, I remembered to pick up balls with my racquet, just like the girls did. And just like before, after playing 30 minutes or so, I was concentrating so much on the game, that I didn't even notice the skirt. I felt so free in it! I moved so much better without being constricted. I almost raised the level of my game to that of the girls. When we were done, we sat around, drank a bottle of wine, and talked. How could I have a better day than that? *** There were 16 girls registered for the league, so with 4 on each court, that meant that there were 4 courts of doubles going on. After a few weeks, I had played with and against all of the different women in the league. Some seemed OK with me being there, but some didn't like it. I could tell by the way they treated me. One of the girls, Melody, didn't seem to like me at all. After we played, she went over to Penny and said something to her. Penny kept nodding, but didn't seem to be happy with what she was hearing. I got a call from Penny a couple of days later. She said that Melody had pointed out a club rule that I was in violation of. It stated that all players in the women's league were required to wear bras, because some member had once complained about it being obscene for women not to be wearing one while on court. Since I was playing in the league, I had to abide by the rules. She said that she was coming over, and we would talk about it more. I didn't like the sound of that. Me, wear a bra? No way! The doorbell rang, and I opened it. It was Penny, looking more lovely than ever with her long hair flowing. When she played tennis, she pulled her hair tight around her into a small ponytail, which she wrapped around into a bun. But in her street clothes, she wore it down, and it made her look even more enchanting than at the club. When playing tennis, her short skirt showed off her long smooth legs, but now, in a full-length skirt, she somehow looked even more sexy. "Hey there," she said as she sauntered in. "How are you today?" I asked, "Would you like something to drink?" "I'll take some juice if you have any," she said. I poured us glasses of cranberry juice, and we sat down on the couch. She was carrying her purse with her, and a shopping bag. She pulled out something from the bag, a sports bra. I looked at her with wide eyes as she handed it to me. "Don't worry, it won't bite," she said as I took it from her hands. "You'll find that this type of bra is actually quite comfortable. A regular bra can kind of dig in during the day sometimes, particularly if you have big boobs like me and the underwire can make you sore too after a long day. It has a racer back, and you don't have to do anything to close clasps on the back, so it is very easy to put on." "All that sounds hard," I said, "about wearing a bra." "Men who are so crazy about big boobs should try having them," she replied, "That would make them feel different about those poor girls at Hooters" I felt the soft fabric of the bra's liner, and tried to imagine having to wear it. I wasn't too sure. "Go on, try it on!" I went into the bathroom, took my shirt off, and put the sports bra on. It felt so weird! I never wore a bra before, and having something wrapped around me like that, with straps over the shoulder was just alien to me! I put my shirt back on, and looked in the mirror. It was a black bra, and I had a white shirt on, so you could see it under my shirt. I walked into the living room, feeling embarrassed. "There, it wasn't so bad," said Penny with a grin on her face. "Yes, but you can see it under my shirt." "Then you need to wear a dark shirt so it doesn't show," she said. "You know I'm a traditionalist. All my tennis shirts are white." "That's why I also bought you this," she said, pulling a dark blue women's tennis shirt from the bag. It had a gray strip going at an angle, but was otherwise dark. A bra would not show under the top. She handed it to me, and it seemed so small! There were no sleeves! The neckline was cut low! I couldn't wear this thing! But she talked me into just trying it on. I went back again, took off my shirt, and put on the tennis shirt. It fit me tightly, but it was made of lycra, so it stretched. I went back to see her, feeling strange. "Hey, it looks good on you. Try it with your skirt!" she said, and I went to my bedroom to put on my skirt. I looked in the mirror, and saw myself fully dressed in women's tennis clothes. I went out to the living room, and Penny made a big fuss about me. "You look so cute! The girls are going to love it. Please promise me you'll wear it! Please!" "I don't know," I said. "Well, how about we hit again on Saturday morning, so you can see how you feel about wearing it when you play." I thought this over, and agreed. We had a 'date' for Saturday. We talked for hours, and after a while, I didn't even notice that I was wearing women's clothes, because I was so enchanted with her. *** Saturday came, and I was again nervous and shaky as I walked out of the men's locker room and onto the court. But I found that as with the skirt, the women's top was actually a benefit to my playing. Without sleeves rubbing on my arms, they flowed more freely, and I was able to hit the ball actually better! We had some great rallies, and I realized that this was the best I had ever hit the ball in my life. So I could not help but agree to wear it Monday. *** Monday, walking out of the locker room, in front of all the guys, and onto the court with the girls, was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. My first time in public fully dressed like a girl, wearing a bra and everything. They guys really made fun of me, but Penny came to my aid. "He lost a bet," she said, "And you're just jealous that you don't get to hang out with all the girls. Come on Lee, let's ditch the guys, and go hang out with the girls." We walked on court as they could do nothing but gape, and drool as I went onto the court with all the beautiful women, who were all fussing over me. Most of the guys couldn't get the time of day from the girls, but here they all were surrounding me, giving me attention, treating me like I was a big deal. And when the guys watching me saw how good I was playing (better than any of them), it just added to their amazement. "Hey, you play better in a skirt!" yelled out Mike, the league captain. "You know what? I like this better. I quiped. I'm not playing your league anymore. Now go on home. I have tennis to play." And with that, I was gone from the men's league, now only playing on the women's league instead. *** Joanne came into the club one day to watch us play. Her rehab wasn't going very well, and she had a brace on her knee. When we were done, she sat with us as we had our usual bottles of wine. "My doctor said my knee is a real mess, and they're going to have to do another surgery. Then I have rehab. I'm not going to be able to play again this year." Everyone said, "Aw...," and gave our condolences. "Well," said Penny, "We do have a good sub for you here. Would everyone be OK with Lee joining us full time?" she asked, "He did quit the men's league too" There was some discussion, and Melody asked if I'd leave for a few minutes. When they signaled for me to return, I knew there would be a catch. "Lee, they've voted to let you stay on full time, but there are some conditions," said Penny. "I knew it," I replied, "What do I have to do? I really want to stay." "I'll come over to your place tomorrow to discuss it. It's late and everyone wants to get home." So we all went home, and I had to sweat it out a day to see what they had in store for me next. *** Penny came over Tuesday at 5:30. I had made us a light dinner, and we ate our salads, and made small talk. I was getting to know her better and better, and really liked her as a person too. Not just because she was beautiful. When we were done, and I cleared the table, we moved over to the couch. I put a CD on, and sat down next to her. "Well Lee, there was some dissention in the ranks about you joining full time. It's one thing for you to sub, but to become a full member of the league is a different thing." "I understand. But I really want to stay with you. This is the best tennis I've ever played. I'm learning so much! And I'm having so much fun." "I can tell," she said. "Well, here's what you'll have to do if you want to be one of us full time." I braced myself. "First of all, the club has a problem with a man on a women's league. But I talked to one of the girls in the back office. She changed your profile so that your name is 'LeAnne' instead of Lee, and changed gender to 'Female'. Now the paperwork can go through." "OK, that's not too bad I suppose," I said. "I didn't think so. Secondly, because of this, you can't go in the men's locker room anymore. But I don't think the girls will like you in their locker either." "Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Well, did you ever notice that most women at the club don't shower there? We hate the idea of showering in some icky public place. We prefer to do it in private. So you can act like we do, and come to the club fully dressed, then shower when you get home." That didn't seem too much to ask either. "OK, I can do that," I replied. I didn't feel comfortable putting on my bra and panties in the men's room anyway. This would make it easier on me. "And the third thing, which as you can guess came from Melody, is that she says you have an unfair advantage on us, and if you're going to play, you need to be on an equal basis as we are." "And what's my advantage?" I asked. Most of them were better than me, so how could I have an advantage on them?" "Well, you don't have these" she said, cupping her hands on her generous breasts. "Melody says that since you don't have boobs, you swing differently, and that is unfair to us. I think she was looking for a way to keep you from playing. But Candy had a great suggestion. She has a friend who had breast cancer, and needed to get both breasts removed." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that" I said. "That must have been hard for her." "Yes, it was. She bought silicon gel breastforms so when she goes out she isn't flat-chested, but the first ones she bought were too big for her. But on your body, they won't be too much. So Candy went and picked them up. If you'll wear these, Melody can't object, and you'll get to play." She handed me a bag, which contained two boxes. Each box had a breast form in it. They had weight. They jiggled when I moved them. They had nipples and everything. They were flesh colored, and they looked just like real breasts. Penny showed me how to attach them with some special glue so that they did not move. Then she put my bra on, over the top. I looked in the mirror, and I gasped. It looked like I had tits now. It looked like *I* was a chick. By the time I had the rest of my tennis outfit on, it was scary how feminine I was starting to look, now that I had big breasts. "And one last thing," she said. Oh boy, what now? "Yes...," I said. "LeAnne, look at those legs! You really need to shave them. You might think about doing your arms too. I mean, what kind of girl goes around like that?" She called me LeAnne, she called me a girl for some reason, I immediately got really hard between my legs. "What kind of girl?" "If you're one of us now, then you're one of us," she said. "All right, I'll do it," I said, "Can we hit Saturday, so I can adjust to this?" "Sure. I'll make the court time." *** Saturday came, and I found myself on court, dressed like a girl, with smooth legs and arms, and with large breast forms on my chest. Melody was right: it made you swing differently when you had something like that on your chest. It took me quite a while to begin to adjust. I would need more time to get back to where I was level-wise with my new 'development'. And then there was the way they jiggled. When you play tennis, you keep your feet moving, and bounce. This caused the breasts to jiggle and bounce as well. The sports bra was great at minimizing it, but it was still there. And when you're not used to having something large, on your chest, jiggling as you move....well, it is quite an adjustment! I altered my motions, so that my breasts would not be in the way when I swung the racket. This made my game go downhill for a while, but I adjusted. The weeks rolled by, and soon the breasts became like any of the other feminine things I had acquired: after a while, I didn't even notice it when I was playing tennis. "LeAnne, you played really well today," said Candy. "Thanks," I replied, "but I still can't quit keep up with you" "Don't worry honey, you'll get there," she said, with a laugh. "Listen," said Penny, "We're planning a night out on Friday, and we'd like for you to come along, since the rest of the girls in the league are invited." "Sure!" I said. "Where are we going?" "Oh, we have several things lined up. Dinner, dancing, we might go to the casino, who knows?" "That sounds fun," I said. "Just remember one thing," she said. "What?" "You're being invited as LeAnne, not as Lee" "Which means..." "Which means that we need to do some shopping for some clothes for you!" So I found myself the next evening with Penny at the mall, where we proceeded to buy a new outfit for me. She helped me pick out a bra and panty set for me, along with pantyhose. A skirt, a couple of tops and shoes were next. Then a purse, and accessories, she even got me earrings. They were a new kind, with a magnetic backing, so it looked like you have pierced ears, even if you don't. We went to her house, where we practiced dressing me up. It took a lot of work to try and be pretty! Penny said to come early on Friday, and she'd help me get all set up. *** When I arrived on Friday, at 5:45 as she had requested, I had a lot of surprises in store for me. I had already shaved my legs, my armpits, my chest, and my arms that day. The first thing that she had me do was to take of my shoes and socks, and sit in the chair. As I sat there, she put nail polish on my toenails, and 'press on' nails to my fingertips, which she painted in a matching color. As they dried, she applied a second coat to the toes. Finally, a topcoat completed the job. When it was all dry, she had me go put on my panties, my breast forms and bra, and my pantyhose. After she helped me put on my top and my skirt, it twirled around, feeling it swish all over me. The feeling was electrifying. Now she had me sit down again, and she started to put makeup on my face. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she kept brushing me with this, rubbing in that, using pencils, putting stuff on my lips, my yelashes...everywhere. "Now don't look yet," she said, walking off for a moment. When she came back, she put my new ear rings on, then pulled something out of a bag. An auburn wig, the same color as her hair. She put it on my head, pinned it in place, and the long curly locks fell around me, and down to my shoulder. I put on my new shoes, and followed her into her bedroom to look in the full length mirror. I was stunned. I really looked like a girl. I mean, *really* looked like a girl. Me! I was LeAnne, and I felt feminine! *** Riding in the car with her, I felt giddy with excitement. I was just like a girl now! And when we arrived at the restaurant, I sat at a table with a dozen other women, all beautiful and feminine too. And I fit in with them! They all called me LeAnne, and they all treated me like one of the girls. Even Melody complemented me on my appearance. Perhaps she wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps we could be friends too. It was the first time we really talked at all, and we actually got on pretty well. It was nice to have time to talk to everyone, and get to know them better. After we ate, two other women arrived, who I didn't know. Candy introduced them to us, as Jamie and Kate. They sat with us. They were friends of hers from work, who were going to hang out with us for the night. "Hey," said one of them to Candy, "I thought you said that one of the players in your league was a guy. I see 16 women here, so what gives?" "Well," she said, "one of them was a guy. He's one of *us* now." "What do you mean? You dressed him up?" "More than that. He's one of the girls now." "I can't believe you can get a guy to act feminine. He'll stand out like a sore thumb." "Don't be too sure." "I bet I can pick him out by the end of the night." "You're on! But you'll have a hard time. I forget that he's a guy most of the time now. As far as I'm concerned, he is a chick." And I was. I was one of them. From hanging out with them, I had learned how to talk, how to listen, how to act. Even Candy's friends couldn't tell which one of us was really a guy. I saw one of them pointing at one of the girls who was a little 'butch', and I laughed to myself. They didn't even suspect it was me. And I wasn't going to let them pick me out. I'd keep on my best feminine behavior all night. We went out dancing next, but the place was kind of lame, and the crowd was all 21 year olds, so we didn't stay very long. We ended up at the casino, and played the slots. I had noticed Jamie and Kate going around to different girls all night, talking to them. I realized they were trying to pick out who was the guy. I was playing a nickel slot machine with Janie, when they came over to see me. "I'm thirsty," said Kate. "I'm going to get something. Would you like a beer?" she asked. "No, but I'll take wine if they have it." She seemed disappointed. I guess she thought a guy would only want beer, and would give himself away. "Do you know where the rest room is?" asked Jamie. "On the east side, over there," I said, pointing to the Ladies room. The men's room was on the other side, and they were trying to trick me. After a few minutes they came back, with Kate handing me the wine. I reached into my purse, and asked her how much I owed. "Oh honey, forget it. My treat." "Thanks," I said, "but I get the next round, OK?" "Deal," she replied. We made small talk for a while. When the security guard walked by, Jamie whistled. "Check him out. He's cute!" "Sure is. What do you think LeAnne?" asked Kate. "He's not my type" I said. "What do you mean?" she said suspiciously. "He's all muscle. Have you ever seen a bulky tennis player? No, tennis players have the long smooth muscles, not all bulked up like some animal on steroids." "I guess you're right. Those guys end up having ego problems too. They're too into themselves," said Jamie. "Yeah. Perhaps we need to meet some tennis players instead," she laughed. "What do you think about having a guy play on your league?" asked Kate. "Well, it took some adjustment, but like Candy says, he's just like one of the girls now." "That must be wild. I wish I could get *my* ex-boyfriend into a skirt." "Me too," laughed Jamie. "But they'd probably wear the blue skirt with the green top, or the white shirt with the black bra," I said, which we all laughed at. They left me, and went over to Julia to pester her. I had passed their little tests. *** I had an odd experience a few days later. I was at the mall, buying a birthday present for my sister, when I ran into Carrie, one of the girls from the league. I said hi, but she brushed me off. Then, two days later, I was at the mall with Penny, fully femmed out, buying this really cute new outfit, when I ran into her again. It turns out that she works at the mall, so that's why I kept seeing her. When I was 'Lee', she blew me off. But when I was there as LeAnne, she treated me like a friend, and we ended up having a latte together at the coffee shop. We chatted about the league, and the gossip at the club. When she left, I asked Penny why she would do this. "Well, I think most of the girls think of LeAnne as one of them. But they think of Lee as a guy they know, who happens to play at the club. If you're not interested in a guy, you don't want to send the wrong signal, so you kind of brush him off. If you act too friendly, he might take it the wrong way, and try to go after you. It's something you have to learn when you're a pretty girl. You should be careful yourself. They way the guy at the cash register is eyeing you, I'd be surprised if he doesn't ask you out himself." And she was right; as we got ready to leave, he came over to me and asked if he could call me some time. He was nice looking, but rather young. I smiled and thanked him, but declined. I had never been asked out on a date before. And for some reason, it made me tingle all over. "See," she said as we walked back to her car, "You're a pretty girl, and you have to be careful around the guys." *** I liked being LeAnne so much that I started to stay in female dress most of the time when I was at home. And I started going out on my own that way. Sometimes I'd run into the girls from the club, and we'd always chat with each other. I was popular! Even girls not on our league would talk to me. "I'm jealous," said one, "I'd love to play on that league, but I'm not good enough. You're one lucky girl". And I was. By now, I had a pretty good wardrobe of women's clothes going, along with shoes, my own makeup, and accessories. I was letting my hair grow out, but it would take years before it was as long as my wig, so I still needed that for now. In fact, I was so happy with what I was becoming, that I was seriously thinking of making a full time change. I finally went and found a job as LeAnne, which allowed me to quit my old one, and cut most of my ties to my old life. I bit the bullet, and moved forward with it. I officially changed my legal name to LeAnne, and stopped going out as Lee. I gave my male clothes to the poor, and went on a shopping spree to fill out my wardrobe. I lived a feminine life full time now. *** My next step going forward happened one day when I was having dinner over at Penny's house. I was so jealous that she had such smooth skin, and I had to work so hard to keep mine nice. "Its the estrogen," she said, "It naturally does that to your skin." "I want some," I said. "No you don't. It will change you," she replied. "No. I *need* it. Penny, you helped me start on this path. Please. Help me find a doctor who can help me. I want to be just like you. I want to be a *real* girl." "But you are a girl," she said, "I think of you as one." "Yes, but between my legs...I don't feel right. I want to be a girl. I want to have a vagina. I want real breasts of my own. I want to have soft skin like you do. I don't want to have to shave my face anymore. I want to be a girl." Over the next few months, I began electrolysis to remove my unwanted hair. I went to several doctors, before finding the right one. Before they'd do a gender reassignment surgery, there were a lot of steps, which needed to be followed. For one thing, they wanted me to live as LeAnne for a full year before even considering any surgery, which disappointed me. But it did make sense. I was asking for something irreversible to be done, so I had to really be sure. And they wanted me to start taking estrogen, going for a year before deciding what steps to do next. I was able to get them to agree to do breast augmentation surgery for me after 3 months, but that was the best they could do. I would have to be patient. *** It is now three years after Penny first took me to see the doctor. This weekend, we're playing in the club women's doubles championship, against Melody and Candy. I hope we win, but if we lose, at least it is to our friends. And I am thankful to have such good friends who have helped me with my transition. Today, I can't even believe that I was ever a man. I know that this is what I was meant to be, and I am so glad that Penny helped me find this part of myself, which was always there, under the surface, ready to reveal herself. Now I am whole. Now I am complete. Now I am happy. Now I am a woman.