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TRIPLE HELIX BY JENNIFER N. RICHARDS Sitting by the side of my bed, I begin to write this, which is the story of my life that came to be a year and a half ago. My journey has been long and hard, but in the end, I lie here amazed at what life has given me. It is my intention with these writings not only to let you know, my readers, what has become of me, but to remind myself of who I used to be and how better my life is today. Who was I? I was a happy (or so I thought) 33-year-old male. A successful purchasing agent for 5 years, until I was able to finally stop working. I started working in my own little coffee shop. It is not a big shop, but it all mine. Finally I was free to be on my own devices and not have to worry about making money for other people. Now I was making money for myself. But I didn't have anyone to share all this success with. Most of my friends and family had either gotten married (some even were on their second marriage) or had several girlfriends. I never really had a girlfriend. I liked women. Actually, a great deal. Far more than most men did. But yet, I didn't have that much sex appeal. And to make matters worse, I was picky about what kind of a woman I liked. I was never a very good-looking man, but I've seen worst looking men than me and yet they had attachments. Something just never clicked with women and me. This is what started my predicament. I wanted to be able to score with women and not have to pay for "services" rendered. I took stock of myself and decided that it was about time to really change my fate. I started to take care of myself. I went on a diet first of all. At 5'8" and 180 lbs. I didn't exactly measured up to GQ standards. It was hard at first, being in the start of summer. I needed a lot of liquids just to prevent myself from melting away. After 3 or 4 weeks, I had some moderate success; I'd lost about 4 lbs. But I wasn't satisfied after the sacrifices to only lose a couple of pounds. I kept the diet, but I decided I needed to be more aggressive in improving my image. Being curious by nature, I started doing some research into biology, anatomy and even fashion. It was in this research that I found "Triple Helix." Triple Helix is a biochemical Laboratory dong work on stem cells. But their approach was unique. They didn't use embryonic stem cells, but they used stem cells of your own body. They grabbed a sample of DNA (double helix) and mixed them into a single strand, which was then re-introduced into the double helix creating the "Third helix." This has the effect of correcting any imperfections along the DNA structure (Hair loss, near sightedness, diabetes, obesity, etc.). I don't mind saying that I was very intrigued by the possibilities this research was doing. I investigated further until I found how these experiments were being carried out. They were quite complicated to do, but I felt that I could do some of the experiments myself. 3 weeks later after various unsuccessful tries, I was able to make my first "strand." I had pinpricked one of my fingers to obtain the drop of blood from which I could get the DNA information. It took two more weeks to get a single strand of "Triple helix" DNA. It was incredible; the new DNA pattern was extremely strong and resilient. I tried several different viruses and other experiments and the new DNA repelled all other invaders and kept going after several days, it even reproduced itself. After the great success, I decided I needed to do a trial on a live person. I knew I had taken every possible precaution and that the strand was safe, and no adverse effects would happen. Based on my extensive research, it would take about a year to change the 15 trillion or so cells in an adult human body. Since these 2 "Triple Helix" DNA strands came from my body, It was only logical that I would be the subject of this experiment. By my calculation, I would lose between 20-30 lbs., improve my hearing and eye sight, get rid of my thinning hair, and best of all, I would even get younger. This was part of the miracle of the Triple Helix. The aging process would be slowed down to half of what it normally is. As it substituted all of my genes, in essence I would become younger and younger until I was half my current age (about 17 years old). Before I was to partake into this venture, I wanted to record every aspect of myself and monitor it on a monthly basis. It was a before and after picture. To demonstrate the results, once the process was finished. As of today, June 27th, at 34 years of age, this is how the tale of the tape described me: Standing at 5' 7 1/4" tall. Weighing 178 lbs. Chest area measuring 39." Hair was covering approximately 75% of my head. I did not have a way of telling how my current hearing and eyesight stood at. Just the fact that I would no longer have to wear contact lenses. I looked around my surroundings one last time and took a long breath as I plunged the needle with the "Triple Helix" DNA on my left arm. The pinprick was as normal as any vaccine you could take. I looked at it extensively to see for I could detect anything or any changes. Nothing. I knew I had to be patient and that soon enough I would see changes. It had been an exhausting day and I needed my rest. I put up for the night and went to sleep. Daily I checked myself to see if progress happened, but I couldn't see it. It took a week before I noticed that indeed I had lost some weight, about 1.5 pounds. Based on what had happened, I could've lost this weight from my diet. Since my body was feeling no ill effects, I figured that more time was needed to monitor if progress was being done. On the second week I had lost another 1.5 lbs. And then the 3rd and 4th week were the same. After 1 month I had lost 6 lbs. On my second month I was convinced that my experiment was working. I had lost another 6 pounds and was weighing 162 lbs. Because of this loss, my body was a lot leaner. My chest had gone from size 40 to size 38. Mi hips had gone from 39 to 38. But my belly had seen the biggest change going from 38" to 35.5" My pants were fitting very nicely. My back no longer hurt me. I no longer carried that much weight around. I slept better. It was September and at the end of my 3rd month, I had lost another 6 pounds. Now I stood at 160 lbs. With a waist of 34," my head had a fuller set of hair and I felt no more back pain. Even my eyesight had improved greatly. And I looked younger. I've hadn't felt this great for the longest time. The only thing that made it bittersweet was that I no longer felt aroused. This problem continued through October as I kept losing more weight (154 lbs.) Along with the loss of weight, my skin began to be paler and my body hair was either thinning or completely disappearing. Yet I did not have a lot of time to dwell on it. My face was becoming more handsome and youthful and I began to be more popular with girls. I didn't spend any weekend without going to parties or worrying about my new business I was starting. Another of my projects was to become independent. No longer having to work for someone else. My coffee shop was coming along nicely. I had a locale and worked on my idle time to getting furniture (chairs, tables, pots, etc.) and preparing my paperwork. This main occupation kept me so busy during the month of November that I hadn't noticed that I was smaller than I've been since I was a teenager. It took an innocent comment from a friend of mine on how "girlish" I looked that I realized how much my body had really changed these past 5 months. The comment was related mostly on how I seemed to have a bigger ass and how clear my skin looked. I had dismissed the comment as being part of my diet and how well I was taking care of myself. All of this was true, but something bothered me about it and I went back to the tape to verify it. My skin was definitely clearer, but it was my virtual lack of body hair, which really made it stand out. In fact, I had not shaved in more than a week and I hardly had any facial hair to speak off. Maybe some stub, but nothing more. My chest had decreased from 40" to now 36 1/4." My waist had seen the biggest change going from 36" to 32," while my hips had only shrunk from 39" to 36 1/2." I did not have a bigger ass; I had a smaller waist, which made it look bigger. My big surprise was how small my genitalia had gotten. No matter was self-arousal I did; my erection didn't even grow to the size of my thumb. And talking about my thumb, my hands somehow seemed smaller, slender. So did my legs and feet. Yet my face while smoother was getting rounder. I was getting very afraid of what was happening to me. I saw every detail in my body to see, really see to what I was changing into. Besides my measurements, I was now a waif of a man, weighting a mere 148 lbs. My friends were delighted by my weight loss (mostly my women friends); I've also lost about 3/4" of my height. While certain things seemed to be getting smaller (namely the family jewels), My nipples seemed to be getting bigger, swollen. At least they were redder than I've ever seen them. Poking at them, I didn't feel any difference. Bigger yes, but not more sensitive. As I wrote down all of my observations and the re reading them back to myself I realized that I could pass as a woman. A full-bodied, somewhat homely 27 year-old woman. The change had been so gradual that neither me, nor most of my friends or family had noticed. Or at least they had not mentioned it. But how had did happened? I had checked every aspect of my experiment and everything was correct, what did I miss? I took a sample of blood and started to do a new experiment. I needed to know what was going on. It would take about 3-4 weeks to get an answer. In a way I was lucky that this (whatever this was) was happening in winter. I could easily cover whatever more changes happened to me during these cold months. But in December I had a change that I couldn't easily cover up, my voice. It started to creak and break every so often. I faked having a cold to explain the voice breaking. But I knew I couldn't keep this going on for too long. I took off the last 2 weeks of December on vacations. This helped me to be out of view of friends and family. It was also a way of having some time for myself to understand what was happening and finish my tests. Up until Christmas I worked day and night to finish my tests. By the time Christmas Eve rolled by I was able to see the results. "Damn it, of course!" I exclaimed as I read the report. I had had been such a fool. How could I have missed it? The benefits of the "Third Helix" are to assert dominance of each of the strongest genes in the DNA structure. When it came to Chromosome 23 (the one which determines the sex of a person), it took the information from the strongest gene, the X chromosome. The main difference between men and women is that on the 23rd chromosome pair a man carries an XY combination and women carry an XX combination. They are called this way because of the shape in which they look under microscope. Take the leg of an X chromosome and a woman becomes a man. Do the opposite and the opposite result happens. The "Third Helix" grabbed the X chromosome (being the strongest of the 2) and used over the Y chromosome. I am turning into a woman! And now, how can I change this? I knew that before I could even attempt to do anything, the changes had to run their course. Otherwise I would surely die. Somehow I had to disappear from my family and friends or risk having them shun me as a freak. I needed to determine what I was going to become and how I was going to make this happen. Christmas day was hard. I didn't know what to do. During dinner I could hear the whispers of other relatives talking about how much I've changed. How feminine I tended to look. The way I walked, my voice, my slender body. How I might be gay. Whatever I did, I needed to get away from here. Christmas day had passed and I was by myself again. These past 6 months had seen my weight go from 178 lbs. to a svelte 142 lbs. By this rate I would lose another 30 lbs more by the time the changes would stop. My waist had gone from 38" down to 30." If my face didn't show me as an effeminate man, my rounder and firmer ass would. I didn't have a good way of hiding all of the changes. The family jewels were all but gone now. I only had a little stub were my hot rod used to be (less than an inch high). My nipples were not only bigger now, but had now begun to feel more sensitive. Outlines of what were going to be my breasts were beginning to show themselves. My ego aside, some of my wardrobe would no longer be necessary, namely my underwear. They had been designed to hold some things I no longer had. The first order of business was to buy my first pair of female garments. But how should I do this? Pretend to buy under garments for my "girlfriend"? Or, maybe a Tomboy, buying under garments for herself. Neither choice was perfect, but after some reasoning I felt that I should still be a man buying something for that "special someone." I dreaded it at first. Not knowing how would the store- clerks react. But as I began the hunt for undies at the mall I noticed that I wasn't the only man buying underwear for their "lady" friends. The store-clerks were very good to me. I gave them the general idea of the "lady's" measurements and shape and they gave me a flurry of choices to pick from. My intentions were to get something more practical, simple. These undergarments were supposed to be a surprise gift and simple and practical didn't cut it. No cotton panties, all silk and lace. The same thing happened with the matching bra. Red colored, and pink was in order. To tell the truth, the sales clerks were more than good to me. They were very sneaky. Not only did I buy undergarments, but also make-up, perfume and jewelry. I had over done it a bit I guess, but eventually it had to be done. I went into a bathroom and disrobed to put these things on. I tried the pink color, as it may be easier to conceal than the red one. The panties slid easily through my smooth legs. They fit me quite nicely and showed me how smooth my crotch area was. Only a small stub ruined the view. Next came the bra. I could easily put my arms through the slings of the bra, but I had a hard time hooking the back of it. After some fumbling I was able to get it done. Once I got back home, I would look at myself in the mirror to get the full effect of my new wardrobe. I got my clothes back on again and rejoined the world slightly different from before. At first I was very self-conscious about how I felt, how I walked around. Even though I was fully clothed as a man, I felt naked. With these silk under garments, m y clothes seemed to slide all around me. I got back home and finally took a look of the new me. With the lack of body hair, I certainly looked as a woman. Flat chested and a little chubby for a woman, but a woman nonetheless. I took a big breath and picked up the make up I had bought and tried to see if I could get the hang of it. The lipstick was fairly easy. Having used Chap Stick before, I easily applied the red stick in my lips. The difference was dramatic. It was then that I've noticed how my lips and mouth were smaller and softer. With the lipstick on they seemed very inviting and alluring. I had more trouble with the rouge and mascara though. I either applied too much or too little in places. After much trial and error I finally got it right. My face seemed to beam. I grabbed a couple of clip on earrings and finished doing myself. I was both horrified and mesmerized. I almost looked like my mother. A small tear ran down my cheek. I felt so helpless that I couldn't do anything about my changes. After breaking down for a bit, I looked up at myself on the mirror. I looked intently at my reflected image and resolved that I had to pull through this. I was healthier than I've been in years. Younger looking, I had all my wits and smarts. In fact, I could think more clearly now. As if my changes were switching another part of my brain I hadn't used as much. I took all of my resolve and decided that I would get through with it. I would accept the new woman I was becoming. As I went to the closet, I heard a knock on the door. Who was it? I didn't have time to get fully clothed and get rid of the make-up. I put on a printed t-shirt and some shorts quickly to answer the door. "Excuse me ma'am." a greeting came as I opened the door. "I'm sorry to bother you, but we are here to install the system you ordered, may we come in?" the guy continued. 'Damn, I forgot about this'. I had contracted the satellite service a couple of days ago and had forgotten that I had told them to come in today. "Ok"ay. I responded somewhat meekly as both guys came in with their equipment. "Is Mr. David Douglas home, ma'am?" the other technician asked. "No, he went out to pick up something." I answered, "He should be back in a while." "Could you sign this as receipt Miss?" The first technician handed me over a contract to sign. I received the contract and pretended to read it. In reality I didn't know what to sign off as. They obviously thought of me as a woman, therefore I couldn't sign as David. "Let me read it a little bit while you finish there." I quipped trying to gain some time as I went to another room to think. "Okay." responded the guy. "Cure girl." mentioned the first technician. "Yeah," responded the second one, "A tad flat-chested though, but a great ass." I should've felt very angry at their comments, but I felt strangely proud and flattered by it. "Snap out of it." I told myself. I had a problem, I needed a name attached to this new me, as well as a new signature. What could it be? It was then that I stumbled upon an entertainment magazine. I began to fumble through it looking for names that I could pretend to be. Sarah, Crystal, Alyson, Anna, Martina, Michelle, Nicole. Hmmm... Nicole, I like that name. Smith, Carpenter, Thomas, all pretty standard last names. What I wanted was something more unique, special. A Hispanic name would be nice, exotic. Felix, no I didn't care for it. Alvarado: that's no good. Alvarez: Yes. Okay, Nicole Alvarez. I practiced my signature, Nicole Alvarez. My smaller hands made my handwriting have more finesse. I could hardly recognize it. "Oh Miss!" One of the guys called as I finally settled on a signature. "Yes?" I responded smiling at them. "We are ready to test the system." "Okay." As I sat in front of the TV trying on the new system. "Please sign this." As the contract was handed to me. This time I grabbed the paper gleefully and signed in my new name... Nicole Alvarez. "Pretty name, Miss Alvarez." I blushed. "It seems to work perfectly," I answered trying to change the conversation. At that moment the second guy who had complemented my name sat down next to me and went to cover the instructions. He was trying to flirt with me, touching my hands as I held the remote. Leaning against my thighs telling me the virtues of the system. I was both uncomfortable and thrilled by it. Obviously I didn't want him to be this close to me, but I also felt desired and wanted. I hadn't felt that way in a while now. I wasn't very willing to stop him. I finally stopped the spell and politely had the gentleman finish his explanation and headed them to the door thanking them along the way. "Nice to meet you Nicole." said the guy who was flirting with me, as he brushed his hand on top of mine as they walked out the door. "Thank you." I blushed again by his advances. As I closed down the door I let out a big breath in relief. "I need to learn how to deal with these things," I told myself. I decided to go back to what I was doing and forget about this episode. During that night I tossed and turned in my bed having the strangest dream. I was in a room all by myself and then it went dark and I started feeling things all around me. My breath grew shorter and more rapid with each touch I felt in my body. I felt how my breasts and nipples grew harder with each caress. I got so hot that I didn't notice how each caress went closer and closer to my hips and thighs and to my inner most sanctums. I could feel them touching me there and I moaned approvingly. I loved the touch, yet I knew also, that no one could go in even if I wanted him or her to. In the highest point of desire, I felt the impossible, as a finger went into me. I woke up panting, breathing very hard. I looked at myself and it reminded me of how it would be. My bra and panties clung to my body. I noticed a small wet spot in my crotch. I must've had my first wet dream as a woman. I needed to get out for a breath of fresh air. I grabbed some sweats and a pair of tennis shoes. With this outfit I was able not to attract too much attention to myself. Unintended though, I fiddled around the department stores looking at women's clothes. In a couple of stores, the salesmen confused me as a girl. I felt too self-conscious to correct them and let it go. After a while I was beginning to feel less self-conscious about myself and let myself actually enjoy my browsing. I went back home with a few more things (mostly a couple of pants and a pair of blouses) I almost bought a dress, but I resisted the unusual urge to do so. I wasn't ready for it. The New Year had started and in a way a new me was also beginning. I worked these past few days in getting paperwork to give the new me some sort of identity. I scanned a birth certificate and started to fix it to look as if it was made for "Nicole Alvarez" June 27th, the day I introduced the "Third Helix" into my body was the date I picked as my new birthday. Based on my calculations I would look and feel like a 17 year-old girl by the end of the changes. Therefore I had my date of birth to coincide with my new age. I invented the names of my parents. Their back-story would be that they died in a skiing accident two years ago leaving me with a small dowry to continue my education. After the birth certificate was finished, I contacted my credit card companies to request another card for my 'friend' Nicole. Apart from my birth certificate, I did the same of my school diplomas all the way to high school. As I built this new persona, I had a new pressing need. How to destroy the old persona? It took me a long time to go through it until I began to put the plan in place. Somehow I had to die and leave my possessions to "Nicole." It was eerie, but I made out a will giving all that I had to the new woman. Also, during this time it came for me to quit my job. It was the middle of January and my friends and colleagues gave me a big goodbye party. They were talking behind my back ever since I came back from vacation and I could not go on any further at that place. I never told them, but it was going to be the last time I ever saw them again. My chest was quite noticeable without any of the padding I had to cover myself. My voice was getting thinner as time went on. Weight loss was less dramatic now. I had only lost 4 lbs. during the month down to 138lbs. On this month, I saw my manhood finally disappear. It now took great effort for me to pretend to be a man. My skin was very light and soft. My feet, which were always small, were now smaller, softer, and daintier. I hid myself for a week after I quit my job until I had enough of my sulking and self-pitying. I knew that what remained of my old clothes would not be very appropriate for who I was becoming. I could only wear some, sweats, T-shirts and maybe some shorts, but nothing else. I needed some shoes, more clothes (the couple of outfits I had were not going to be enough) even something to wear at night to sleep. Apart from my experience with the installation guys, this would be my first experience outside my home as a woman. My face had some rough womanly features, which I needed to soften with make-up. I also put on some nail polish, a soft pink color, not to be too flashy. I put on some snap on earrings, which I intended to take off as soon as I got my ears pierced. I put the sweats on, since the couple of outfits I had were not appropriate with the type of shoes I had (of that fit as a matter of fact). My first order of business was coming out of my apartment. I was nervous, but I sucked it up as a man would (I still thought of myself as one). As soon as I got to the car I quickly sped off to the shopping mall. When I got to the mall, I stood at the car for several minutes trying to psych myself up. I looked on other women and compared them to myself. I needed to feel that at least I could fake it. "If I look like a man in drag, at least I should look confidant," I told myself. I got out of the car and stepped into the mall. "Thank God for modern society!" I told myself, "Everyone is so busy that I'm not even noticed!" I walked around the different stores, but not going in. I wanted to get my confidence and self-assuredness. After 30 minutes or so I ventured into an accessories store. They had all sorts of earrings, bracelets, etc. I looked around until I found some earrings that I liked the looks of them. At least I liked how women I knew looked with them. "How much would it be for an ear piercing?" I asked the attendant. The shyness helped my voice be softer, more feminine. "It's free with a purchase." She responded. I felt blushed and sheepish when she pointed at the sign for the ear piercing. "Okay, I'll buy these." I quickly responded. "You will also have your ears pierced?" "Yes I will." "Please come over here," she pointed me to small chair close to the far corner of the store. "Please hold still." she said as she pulled out a little pistol with a needle in it. She grabbed my right ear lobe first and quickly pin pricked it with the gun. She then quickly cleaned it with a cotton swab and rubbing alcohol. She then proceeded to do the same to the left ear lobe. "They look great." I said to myself, proud to have gone this far without fouling up. I picked up my things and went to the next shop. When I got out of the shop I noticed that there was something I was missing in my getup, a handbag. Every single girl over 12 years old had one. I needed one. I went to a shop that specializes in leather goods. While there, not only did I grab a couple of handbags, but also I bought a nice little red leather coat. It was tight, but it would fit me perfectly within a month or two. It was here that I first used my new credit card (Nicole Alvarez signed off the credit slip). I also made a fake ID of my driver's license when I was doing my fake birth certificate. I grabbed a small handbag I bought and slung it in my left shoulder and the shopping bags on my other hand. I was learning a lot about shopping as a woman. In the end of the day, I had spent close to $1,000 dollars on clothing. I had some anxious moments when it came to picking shoes. The picking wasn't the problem; it was the trying. I only dared wearing one of the shoes as I tried them on: Sandals, open toe shoes, pumps, 1" heels, 3" heels, etc. I wound up buying 4 pairs of shoes, on of each type, but focused for business use more than pleasure. Except for one pair, which was the 3" heel strap-ons. These were party shoes. My clothes were also more demure, slacks, blouses, tops, a pair of jeans and also a dress. I also got nervous at this stage. It was a slinky black dress with a couple of straps to hold it and a short hemline. It was very tight and therefore I had to hold my breath to squeeze into it. I could barely breathe as I tried it on in front of the dressing room mirror. It was very flattering to my curves and accentuated them. Within a month or two I would be able to fit in it. At this moment I didn't have yet the courage to put it on. Maybe in a couple of months when it fit me I would dare put it on. It was the next day when I dared to try on some of the clothes I had bought the day before. Some of them were very tight (just like the dress), but I was going to lose more weight and it didn't make sense to buy clothes that fitted now but not fit in a month or two. I grabbed a simple white blouse and some beige slacks. I slipped on some panty hose and put a couple of 2" strap on sandals. I grabbed my coat and headed out again. I needed to go out to get my paperwork finished to start my business and setup my male self's disappearance. I sat on a course to have my car sold off and my other possessions: All to myself, my other self. I needed to do this in order to set my new self up. Obviously money never changed hands. But the paperwork made it seem so. I then got another smaller apartment in my name (my new name). I started moving some of the stuff I didn't want to part with (mostly my collection of movies and some of my toys) and sold of some of my less essential things. (I told my friends and family that I needed the extra cash to make sure I had enough money for my new business and the trip to Europe I wanted to take before starting). This was partly a lie, and partly true. Now I had money to setup my former self's disappearance. I never had anyone from my friends or family drop me off. As far as I let everyone knew, I took a cab to the airport. I don't need to tell you that I didn't make the trip. The extra money I used to buy from an Internet source a fake Death certificate. Which was then to be sent to my will's executor for him to give the bad news to my family and friends. I know it was cowardly of me not to face them during my changes and slip away like that. But I didn't know if I was ever going to be back to whom I was. As far as they were concerned, David Douglas was dead. As of February 5th, David Douglas officially died. It broke my heart to do this, but it had to be done. I had arranged to have my old apartment be left to my parents and some other odd and ends to other friends and family. I could not imagine how my parents coped with the news. I occasionally went by the apartment and their house to get an inkling of how they were doing. After a couple of visits I couldn't do it anymore, it was just too painful. I needed to concentrate on something else to avoid going crazy. I started off the business. I had always wanted to do a nice little coffee shop. I just wanted something of my own. This coffee shop gave me the independence I always wanted. On March 1st, I opened up my little place. My changes were going along through these tumultuous times. I looked like a 22 year-old girl. Nice looking, weighting 133 lbs. with not so exaggerated measurements: 36-28-35 and I had graduated to a "B' sized bra. I had the beginnings of what would be my vagina. A small slit began to form. My male pattern baldness was gone and my hair was getting thicker and longer. As I started to get some regular customers, they thought I was one of the workers (not the owner), which was all right by me. After two weeks, I began to settle down in my job and in my life. My little coffee shop being so close to one of the local colleges was beginning to become a cool place to hang out. All the extra work distracted me from my personal problems. It went to such an extent, that I hadn't noticed that the college boys began to think of me as a looker. I didn't know if I was flattered or perturbed by it. I ignored them for the most part. But I also ignored the girls as well. There were a lot of good-looking ladies coming into the shop, and I didn't even notice them half of the time. "I guess my hormones don't react to women as they used to." I told myself as I realized the change in attitude towards women. It was an unusually hot March day and I couldn't wear my accustomed slacks, blouse and sweater getup. I finally wore a small skirt just above my knee and an equally small blouse. It showed my navel as well as prominently showing off my small perky breasts. I guess one of the boys that came in early that day must've told all of his friends about me. I had my hands full for hours attending to them as lines waiting kept getting larger and larger no matter how fast I was going. The next day it was the same, long lines waiting to be served. I did not hear any complaints from anyone. When a couple of them (seniors I think) started flirting with me was when I realized what was going on. They came for the show, and I was the show. I then remembered what one of my marketing classes had once taught me: 'Sex sells!' Indeed it did. Even though the weather got a little nippier again, I kept coming in with sexy outfits. The clientele kept coming and now even the girls were coming in. They came because the boys were here. It was getting to be too much of a good thing for me. So I decided to hire someone to help me out. I needed to cover about a 12-hour shift, but I didn't want to hire 2 full timers. I decided to hire part-timers from right here at the college. "There must be someone who needs some spare change," I told myself. "I sure did when I was in college." I posted outside my shop, an ad for the open positions. I also went to the college and posted several ads on the community bulletin boards. I wasn't sure what kind of qualifications they needed to have. So as I was starting to do interviews and asking questions I began to form an opinion of whom I wanted to work for me. Most of the questions were not necessarily about the work; they were personal, what they were, what they wanted in life, and stuff like that. As I went through the different applications, a crazy idea began to form in my head. I could make this the "Coyote Ugly" of coffee shops. With beautiful women to see, Women that would enjoy themselves here, have fun; it would make the coffee shop the only place to be. The first girl I hired was Mia. Mia Whalen is a 21 year-old junior studying medicine. With short blond hair and very thin frame. She was very shy at first, but something in her told me that she was a fireball if she ever let herself go. She got the first shift at 10:00 am to 3:00 pm. My second hiring was Andie Solomon. She is a long curly haired brunette senior majoring in Film. She is very liberal minded and has a great eye for small spaces and how you could fit nearly everything into it. She wanted the 1:00 pm to 6:00pm shift so she could write during the slow hours in the afternoon. And finally I hired Claire Valentine another blond girl. In her sophomore year, she is studying Business Management. She wanted to get her feet wet in the inner workings of an independent business. Her father is a very wealthy man in Real estate, but his little girl wanted to make her on money. She had the 5:00 pm to 10:00 pm shift; it suited her school schedule. Even though her views tended to be on the conservative side, she had a wild streak to her. She loved to dance and had a wonderful sense of humor. I now had my staff. 9 months into my change, I had a business and 3 lovely ladies working for me. And yet I was the one that looked younger than they did. I got along with all of them splendidly. At times when things were slow, they each had a chance to catch up on homework, which kept them happy when things got really busy. I was now able to enjoy myself more as I had more time to myself. I also had new friends with whom I could talk to. It was amazing, but I did miss not having friends to talk to during my transition. I loved talking to Mia, about family and friends. With Andie I could talk for hours discussing politics and movies. And with Claire I talked about our dreams and aspirations. Sundays saw my shop closed as the university was closed as well. About 3 weeks into April, I decided to invite the girls over to the house. While most of the conversation centered on boys and relationships, I had a wonderful time. Maybe the cocktails and wine coolers helped me in my nervousness. We were having so much fun that we decided to take it to the clubs and go dancing. I had a short black skirt, 2" heels and a short tight a shirt which revealed my midriff. The girls made me blush on how scrumptious I looked. My blush didn't last too long as I've gotten used to being flattered by my looks. Even if I didn't try, my body was becoming so sexy that I couldn't hide it that easily. With a 35" bust line with "C" bra cup, a tiny (and getting tinier) waist of 26" and a firm 34" hip size and only weighing 126 lbs. made it an easy target for male eyes. We made it to the "Shine On" disco and got a seat while we ordered some drinks. About 15 minutes passed when Andie and I were asked to the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about it, but Claire pushed me out of my chair to accept. Both boys were seniors at college in Engineering. They weren't that bad looking and seemed genuinely nice fellows. After 20 minutes we both begged off and returned to our table. Mia and Claire were now on the dance floor themselves, having a great deal of fun. After a brief respite Andie and I joined them as another couple of gentlemen asked us to the floor. Scott who was dancing with me was a very good dancer. After a couple of songs he had me doing twirls and twists all over the place. The best thing I could do was to hang on to him so as not to fall. After all that twirling around I was grateful that the rhythm of the music switched to a much slower pace, more romantic. As we danced close to each other, I unintentionally leaned my head against his chest. I was breathing hard which made my chest brush against him. I knew this would make him aroused. He in turn leaned closer to me and pressed me from the back to lean more against each other. This slow dance went on for a while when I began to notice a bulge in his trousers. He began to thrust his hips closer to mine making the bulge bigger with every stroke. I was both terrified and aroused at the same time as my hips began to thrust with his rhythm. I finally regained some consciousness and asked Scott if we could stop for a while. He let me go to the bathroom where O tried to regain some composure. I could feel my juices flowing inside me. I had to admit it; the sensations were not at all unpleasant. At the contrary, my body wanted some more of it. As I tried to clean myself up, Mia got into the restroom and began to talk to me. "Wow! You two were going on like rabbits!" She began, "He sure looks hot!" "You think so?" I said incredulously. "Of course!" She answered, "He has some nice legs and a great butt!" "Mia!!" I playfully scolded her. "Don't look at me like that! I wasn't the one grabbing it just a moment ago." "I wasn't grabbing his ass!" "Oh yes you were Honey." I hadn't noticed it; I guess I was so in tune to his rhythms that I hadn't noticed my wandering hands. "Do you have some protection?" Mia asked coyly. "I'm not intending on giving it up that easily to a complete stranger." Her question had really woken me up. "There's nothing wrong with a little bump and grind with a total stranger. And besides," she continued, "you both sure didn't look that unfamiliar with each other." "Stop it Mia. He seems nice, but there's nothing going on." "Well, suit yourself." We both them returned to the dance floor where Scott and Mia's dance partner were waiting for us. I asked Scott if we could sit for a while to get some drinks. All four of us had a guy next to us as we drank and watched the dance floor. Mia and Andie were both getting hot and heavy with their escorts. This made both Claire and I a bit uncomfortable, Scott and Jesse (accompanying Claire) were both getting ideas that they should be doing the same. Claire saved us as she asked Jesse back to the dance floor so we could leave the lovers alone. I quickly joined them with Scott tagging behind me. This time around I concentrated on not doing the same things as before. I just didn't count on Scott making his best efforts to do otherwise. He again started twisting and twirling me around and again I found myself holding on to him. Again as the music slowed we were close to each other. This time I did not lean my head against his chest, but our hips were clamped to each other like vises. The wetness between my legs made its return. I just let my body enjoy itself. It was an overwhelming feeling, as every touch electrified me. I was amazed how women didn't succumb to their sexuality more often. Claire again saved me as she came over to us and told me we needed to leave. Scott tried to convince me to stay, but I couldn't do that tonight. I gave him my phone number (which I shouldn't have done) and promised him that we could do this later in the week. Mia and Andie had left with their partners and Claire and I went back home. I left Claire at her apartment and then drove back to my house. I couldn't stop thinking about how hot and aroused I was. My nipples were hard as rocks and the wetness in my vaginal lips flowed to no end. As soon as I got home I quickly got out of my clothes and grabbed a quick shower. While cooling myself in the shower, my body reacted to the way the soap smoothly glided all over my skin. Instead of calming myself, I turned myself on. I almost fell in a daze as I turned off the water and dried myself off. I needed to feel more. I couldn't stand it. I didn't put anything on as I got to the bed and began to massage my breasts and pussy. I began slowly tweaking my nipples with both my hands and then slowly moved my right hand down my body and nestled it in between my legs. I rubbed both my mounds (both pubic and golden orbs) and then slowly let my index and middle finger tense the folds of my vagina. I spent several minutes sliding my fingers up and down the soft folds. My breath began to get shorter as my folds slowly opened up to reveal a very wet slit. Gingerly I slipped my index finger inside the slit. I felt heavenly as the finger probed deeper inside myself. My hips involuntarily began to thrust upward and tighten around the slim intruder. I didn't think it could get better, but it did. I carefully introduce my middle finger inside my small pussy and began to rhythmically thrust in and out of my juicy cunt. I began to pant, as my thrusts were deeper and faster. And then I found my clit, and I completely lost it. My hips began to buckle, as my vagina contracted and expanded, and my body began to writhe and twist as I had my first female orgasm. My body kept feeling the rush of blood and desire for what seemed like ages. My moans began to increase again as I continued to administer my ministrations. The sheer pleasure that derided from my clit was incredible. I could feel the orgasm's juices building up again. I closed my eyes from the sheer pleasure when an image came to my mind. It was Scott, he was kissing me and I imagined his manhood pumping me rhythmically as he did on the dance floor. "Harder, harder! Fuck me harder!!" I began to scream. In a moment of great intense pleasure my body began to pulse and drive again. My moans could be heard a mile away as I had my second and most explosive orgasm. I basked in the afterglow of my lovemaking. I never knew a woman's orgasm could last this long and be so fulfilling. I got up slowly and grabbed my pink panties and baby doll. As I put them on I felt an odd sense of pride. For the first time since my transformation began I was happy being a woman. The next day was an odd day at the coffee shop. During the whole day, 3 of the 4 girls hummed to themselves. It was Claire who brought me down to earth. "You went back to the disco didn't you?" she asked. "No, I didn't." I answered. "Then why are so happy?" "Nothing." I shrugged. "No, you look like a woman who's been laid." "Why would you say that?" I was surprised by what she said. "I've seen that face in the mirror many a times when I've done the dirty deed." She smiled. "Well, I didn't do it. Not exactly." I blushed. "You nasty girl." The rest of the week went pretty much without an event. But on Wednesday, Scott called me to ask me out. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this right now (date). It took me a couple of days to finally accept his invitation. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I was looking forward to the date. It was Saturday (a normal working day for me) and I got Mia to help cover for me tonight. I got all dressed up for my date with Scott. I wore a low cut blue dress with silk stockings and 3" pumps. The dress was very revealing of my cleavage and very short with ruffles in the bottom. I got a shot necklace and matching earrings. "Wow! You look great!" Said Scott as he greeted me when he picked me up. "Thank you, you look great as well." I returned his compliment. As he led me to the car, I looked at him more intently, and he did look great. At 6'1" tall, thick rich blond hair, he had blue eyes and was in great shape. I guess you could say that he was a hunk. He drove us to a new club (The Sphinx), which had just opened. As with all new hip places, we stood out on the line for hours until they let us in. As we stood in line, we began to talk. Scott was a senior studying communications. And it showed. He had a presence about him that made him very attractive. "Attractive?" I asked myself. Since when do I find men attractive? I wonder when was it that I stopped looking at women lustfully. I was now looking at men that way. When we got into the club, it took me a good deal of convincing for them to let me in. Even with my ID's (some fake, some real) they didn't believe I was 21. I figured that eventually no matter how I would try, it would be extremely hard to fake being 21, as I got younger every time. "You really don't look like you're 21." Scott said as we sat down on the table. "Thanks Scott, but I am 21. Don't you believe me?" I said trying to convince him. He just looked at me incredulously. We continued talking as the drinks were served. Scott was very funny and I had a great time. After a couple of drinks, he took me by my hand and led me to the dance floor. The music wasn't as hot and hectic as it was last week, so Scott didn't twirl me around as much as he did back then. But he did his fair amount of twirling and very good amount of touching. I was a tad more prepared this time. Even thou my hormones were raging; I managed not tog get too excited as I did last week. As the music slowed down, Scott took out his trump card. As he held my left hand, his right hand gently pressed the small of my back against him. With my heels our hips were perfectly aligned swaying in unison to the music. And his firm fingers gently massaged by bare back. The now familiar wetness between my legs returned and I let off a soft moan as my head rested on his shoulder. We danced like this for 20 wonderful minutes. Then the music got quicker again and the spell was broken. We got back to our table and talked some more. Mostly I tried to concentrate on him. I didn't want him to ask me too much about my past and I wanted to know him better. We spent another 2-3 hours either dancing or talking until I started to get a little sleepy from all the drinks. Scott saw how tired I was and suggested to get some fresh air, which I readily agreed to. We left the club and walked around a nearby park. It was a little chilly that night and Scott offered his coat to me. He held me in his arms as we walked under the moonlight. "What is it?" I asked him as I saw him intently looking into my eyes. "You are a very beautiful woman Nicole." I could see that he really meant it. "Thank you Scott." I didn't know what else to say. But I didn't need to say anything as he leaned close to me, pressed his body against mine and leaned down to my lips. I don't know how I knew, but I leaned my head unconsciously upwards towards him and opened my lips in anticipation. His arms were holding me tight as our lips finally met. It was soft and tender, but it sent shockwaves through my body. As his lips departed, I leaned closer to him and returned his kiss. Again my body shuddered in excitement. I felt so alive that I didn't want it to stop. We held in each other's arms as soft tender kisses were shared, and our lips never parted ways. I had never felt this way before. Warmth, a great loving feeling went through me. I could only stare back into his eyes without speaking a word. We kissed again, more passionately now, with more urgency. "You are a wonderful kisser." I finally managed to say something. "I'm not as wonderful as you are beautiful." He answered. I could only smiled at his beautiful remark. We walked back through the park and then he led me to his car. As we drove back home, I sat next to him with his arm around me, and my head resting on his shoulder. As he walked me back to my apartment, we stood right up to the door. I knew he wanted me to invite him in, and God know I wanted to let him in as well. But I couldn't do it just ye. We kissed one more time as I opened the door and let him go. It was one of the most erotic nights I've had in my entire life and I hadn't had any sex. He called me up the following Sunday, but I felt that if I went out with him again today, I would do more than just kiss him. I told him that I was busy with some errands I needed to do, but that he should call me back on Monday. The moment I said it, I regretted it. I did want to go out with him again. But I knew I shouldn't. On Monday, Mia immediately wanted to know the details of my date. At first I wasn't sure, but I wound up telling her everything. "You're going to regret not going out with him yesterday." She warned. "Why? We will go out again this week." I answered. "Don't bet on it." "Why do you say that?" "Because he will think that you are not interested in him and you just blew him off yesterday." "I didn't blow him off." "Yes you did, honey. When you lied to him about your errands. You are also lying to yourself." "I'm not lying to myself." "You are sweetie. That's why you are worried that he won't call back." "I'm not worried." Little did she know that I wasn't about to worry about a boy calling me. That shouldn't even be a question if she knew me before this. The day went kind of uneventfully, as well as the following days. By Friday, Andie and Claire were pestering me if Scott had called. They knew about my date and then how I put the brakes on the following day. Friday night came and I didn't even hear from him. I told myself that he would, and if he didn't, it was his loss. Just as I was about to close shop, I heard a familiar voice calling me out. "Scott?" I said surprised. "Nicole." He answered as he leaned towards me and gave me a big passionate kiss. I wasn't sure how I felt. I felt angry and elated at the same time. I didn't know if I wanted to hit him for not calling me all this time. Or to hold him as hard as I could. I didn't know how much I missed seeing him until this moment. "Here, have thi.s" He gave me a beautiful red rose, "I'm sorry I didn't call you before." "You should be sorry." I gave him a sharp tap on his chest. "Thank you. Where were you?" "I wasn't sure you wanted to see me again after you put on the brakes last Sunday." Damn Mia, she was right. "I'm sorry." I couldn't even look at him. "Of course I wanted to see you." With my head still lowered. He lifted my head and kissed me again. This time I kissed him back and held him close to me. I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to be with him at that very moment. Our lips finally parted and my eyes came upon his again, and I smiled. "You are truly beautiful, Nicole." He said as I kissed him again. "Shall we go out and get something to eat?" I said with a very perky voice. "Where shall we go?" "Anywhere." I led Scott holding hands to a nearby pizzeria. I was so happy that Scott was with me that I didn't care who knew it. We talked for the longest time. What about? I really don't remember. I just had a lot of fun. Scott has the most wonderful sense of humor. Something just clicked on. If I could look at myself from a far, I wouldn't be able to recognize myself. Crossing my legs seductively, flirting with him. Moving in a sexy way so he would notice my feminine features. He took me back home when we left the pizzeria and kissed me good night. This time I promised him that I would go out with him. He wanted me to be his girlfriend, I said YES. Every day we went out: either to the movies, or dancing, or a show, even to the mall. It was the second week of May and the heat was getting higher. I started wearing short skirts and tight tops to make my man happy. For the next couple of weeks it was wonderful. All four of us girls at the coffee shop were either seeing someone or going out on dates. At this stage of my life, I was for all intents and purposes, a fully functional woman. I only weighted 122 lbs. I was 5' 6 1/4" tall, with a 34.5-25-34 figure and a full "C" cup size. I looked like an 18 year-old girl, full of poise and self-awareness. Any weak points from my old self were gone (eye sight, baldness, hearing). It was 1 month from when Scott and I started dating that I noticed that Scott seemed somewhat anxious whenever we went out dancing. He kept either one or both of hid hands around my ass, either caressing or fondling them. And whenever we kissed, the same happened to my breasts. I didn't mind him. It actually made me feel more desirable. We had been dating for a while, besides some heavy petting, nothing else happened between us. I was scared, but I needed to let go of the brakes. It was the 21st Century and we were both adults in a loving relationship. It needed to grow; I didn't want to lose him because of my prudishness. And besides, every day I found him to be more and more attractive. Tonight, I decided to have Scott over my apartment for dinner. It's a cliche, but it works. Once a man gets food into his stomach, you can do anything you want with him. I served a scrumptious lobster dinner and some white wine. The lobster was for him; the wine was for my nerves. I was wearing a very sexy black dress that went down to my cleavage, no strings, and underneath, I had a red lacy bra & matching g-string. I wore a nice little garter that held my silky smooth stockings. The wine had the effect I intended, as I no longer felt inhibited around him. I put down my drink and let my hands wander through his chest. It wasn't long before Scott reciprocated and let his fingers do some prestidigitation on my round rump. After some really nice petting, we proceeded to kiss each other. This time, Scott took the initiative, as he gently slid down the fly on the back of my dress. He slid it all the way down to the small of my back before I even noticed it. I gave him a coy smile and I unbuttoned the first 4 buttons from his shirt. As he began to massage my bare back, I caressed the hair locks from his big chest. I was having so much fun doing this while kissing him, that I didn't feel how my dress slowly was being pulled down to reveal my full cleavage being held by my sexy red bra. I didn't want to be the only one topless, so I finished unbuttoning his shirt as he unhooked my bra, releasing my juicy breasts. I moaned approvingly as our lips parted and his kisses traveled down to my now fully erect nipples. He was so loving and tender that I almost came just by his wonderful kisses. After his blessedly interminable ministrations of my breasts, he proceeded further down pushing my dress down to my hips. He was now at an impasse, which I needed to correct. I slowly got up, letting the dress slid down my slender legs. I reveal to Scott my sexy garter and g-string Scott smiled approvingly as he enticingly caressed my inner thighs and slowly slid my g-string out of sight. My tender pussy lips exposed for all to see were quivering in excitement for Scott to love them. His lips tantalizingly traveled all across my navel down my left thigh and the n across to my right thigh and up again to my flat stomach. He was deliciously cruel in teasing my love box. He the softly blew the hairs of my pubic mound. It drove me insane. Then he slowly got closer to my pussy as his hands gently grabbed me from the hips, stopping me from trying to escape. I wasn't escaping this even if my life depended on it. His lips touched mine and my body shivered by its intensity. I let out a monstrous moan as his tongue slowly traced the outlines of my pussy lips. They immediately opened like a blooming flower to let the wet invader in. It sure did accept the invitation, I was glad that Scott had his hands on my hips as his tongue invasion was making me shake uncontrollably. "Yes, yes, Oh my GOD!" was all I could say as he kissed and licked his way into my soul. My hands grabbed the locks of his hair trying to urge him on: Deeper, faster. My wish was granted as Scott heard and felt my urging him on. After ten of the most glorious minutes in my life, my body just couldn't handle it any longer. I had the most explosive orgasm in my life. I had no idea I could come as much as I did at that moment. My juices kept flowing and flowing for ages. Scott slowly raised himself up, kissing me ever so tenderly. I could taste my juices in his lips as we kissed, I wanted more. He then lifted me up and carried me in his arms to our bed. He gently let me down the bed, while I was still enjoying the afterglow of his oral lovemaking. He dropped his pants slid down to the floor. I was waiting breathlessly as he revealed his one eyed monster that would soon be paying me a visit. The thing was enormous, far bigger that I could've bragged when I had one. I was beginning to get scared that it would hurt my still developing pussy. But my sexual desire to be impaled by it overwhelmed any fears I might have. His fingers began to fondle the inner workings of my still throbbing cunt. "Oh, Scott, fuck me." I moaned. His fingers left my love box. I groaned disapprovingly until I saw what was taking their place. He slowly leaned on top of me and gently spread my legs apart. My heart was pounding as my hands reached out to touch his chest as his fingers unhooked my garter and put it aside. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the object of my desire. I reached down one of my hands to touch this lovely invader. It was bigger than my hand. I could not grab it completely. I fondled this stranger and then gently guide it to my awaiting sex. The throbbing organ was nestled in the opening forcing its way into the awaiting party. Slowly inch-by-inch it made its way down to my soul. Each pulse made me lose my breath. I was one with Scott; I belonged to him now. I could feel his very heartbeat inside of me. As he went all the way through, every inch of me was on fire. My legs separated ever so wider to allow him to be closer, deeper. Our lips met again as his long shaft slowly receded from him conquered ground. I was about to protest when his commander went back into battle, ever deeper (if it could be possible). "Ahhhh! YES, GOD, Yes!" My flowing juices made his riding me ever so exquisitely faster. I was in heaven. The next 20 minutes became indescribable bliss. I lost the count of how many orgasms I've had. His love seed finally spilled inside of me, filling whatever space the great commander didn't conquer. Scott collapsed on top of me sweating in the afterglow of our vigorous lovemaking. To my amazement, I wanted more. I was insatiable. I let him rest while I gently kissed him all over his heaving chest. After some moments of brief respite, Scott slid down to his back to catch his breath. My ever-wandering wands traveled the length of his heaving chest enjoying his sweat. They then traveled down to the ever-present commander of the invading forces. As the willing love slave of the conquering hero, I wanted to bring tribute to it. I gently massaged his huge testicles and caressed them with my fingernails. Scott approved of this. Then I slowly ran my fingers through its length and lightly stroked the head, it stirred. I brought forth my second hand to help in the proceedings. It was spent, but I knew from previous experience that this would resuscitate it (it had on me before). As the love tool started to slowly spring back to life, I did what I never thought I would ever do. I slowly lowered myself to be in front of its glorious presence. I was only a breath away from the tip of the engorged member when the tip of my tongue touched it. It then began to run circles around the thickening shaft. I never thought I would be doing this, but I wanted to thank him for the lovemaking he had given me and I felt so horny doing it. Pretty soon I had my mouth full of the lovely hot rod. I could hear Scott moan and groan as I fellatio his throbbing member. His muscles tensed up for a moment and then relaxed a little when all of a sudden his shaft was rock hard and began to thrust upward. All I could do was to hang on as his love seed shot through the crevices of my mouth and suck of the lovely pole. I kept my loving as he kept spewing his manhood into my hungry mouth. Whatever was spilled out was quickly licked and sucked off by my efficient tongue. I slowed down and let the organ rest a little bit in order to get it working again. This time I began to suck and lick his hot member into life, but I stopped as soon as it got rock hard again. As soon as this happened, I let me hungry pussy down its long smooth shaft. I straddled him slowly letting my muscles tense up to enjoy the feeling of being impaled inch-by-inch. I loved the control this position gave me as I could go as fast or as excruciatingly slow as I wanted to. Scott gently squeezed my ass cheeks as I rode him like a wild stallion. My juices flowed down his pole making my grinding smoother and deeper with every stroke. Pretty soon you could hear my cheeks slapping continuously down on his legs as I was building up to my biggest orgasm yet. I collapsed on top of him with his shaft still inside my loins. In a matter of moments, my head went into a spin and I slept on his arms, our legs intertwined with each other. In the morning, my body still felt the after effects of our lovemaking. I cuddled myself right next to his body. I just luxuriated in the erotic moment. A few minutes later, I finally broke the spell and left him to go to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and started to remember the sensations I felt last night as I soaped my skin. The water was hot and I was distracted by my memories when a pair of hands suddenly grabbed me from behind and began to fondle me all over. I turned around and saw Scott grinning as he massaged my bare back with his strong hands. Pretty soon I was getting very hot and Scott seemed to be fully prepared as his little soldier went through my rear guard. From this vantage point, his rod felt enormous and