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Author's foreword: In every city, in every community, there are stories we've all heard. We call these stories Urban Legends. You know what they're like; something fantastic happens to somebody's cousin or to a friend of a friend, but not to anybody you can point to and say 'It happened to them.' 48 Hours Juno Reeves Copyright 2003 For a long time, I've been hearing an urban legend that is unique to the TG community. There is a drug (they say) that will turn any man into a woman for two days. Not just any woman, but a drop-dead gorgeous woman. I looked into it, of course, but all I found was the usual rumors and the usual story; that it happened to somebody's cousin, or a friend of a friend. So, I put it out of my mind and went on with my life. Then I met Belinda... It was a Saturday night and I was in my favorite little bistro when I was approached by a young woman. "I heard that you've been asking about that feminizing drug that's going around." I replied not just yes, but HELL YES! I mean, which of us wouldn't be interested in a drug like that? Then Belinda went on. "I have a friend who's been using it nearly every weekend for the last few months. Would you like to meet Wendy?" Once again, my answer was yes, yes, a thousand times YES! We tried to set up a meeting, but I had to go out of town on business for the next two weeks; (Two weeks in drab, oh joy!) and Belinda's friend was going on vacation the two weeks after that. We tentatively set a date for the weekend after Wendy came back, and I told Belinda that she could always find me or leave a message for me here. A month went by, and, not hearing from Belinda, I figured that it was all just some kind of practical joke and put it out of my mind. A couple of months later, Lauren, the bistro's owner called me into her office. "I've been holding this for you, Juno. I kind of forgot I had it. Sorry." Lauren said, handing me a package. I thanked her for it and left. Between work and writing, I didn't have time to open it. I tossed it on my desk and forgot all about it. Then I got sick... The flu was going around and I caught it. The first couple of days, I was afraid that I was going to die. The next couple of days, I was afraid that I wasn't going to die. But, I eventually got better. One day as I was attempting to get all the clutter off my desk, I came across that package. Not having anything better to do, I opened it. There was a diary, a bra and a note from Belinda. Dear Juno: I'm sorry I couldn't deliver this in person. Something has happened to my friend, Wendy. She went on her vacation and, then she disappeared. Not really disappeared, she quit her job and moved out of her apartment, but I know she wouldn't have done that without saying goodbye. About a week after she left, I got this diary and bra in the mail. It's Wendy's diary, but I don't know why she sent me the bra. As a joke, maybe? I tried to read Wendy's diary, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Some friend, huh? Something bad happened to Wendy and I think that drug had something to do with it. Maybe you can find out what happened to Wendy. Read the diary and let everybody know what happened to her. Maybe you can stop this from happening to somebody else... Belinda I read Wendy's diary a couple of times. After the first few entries, it started to read like somebody's sex fantasies. We all have fantasies; some of us write them down in diaries, other write them down and put the up on the Internet. I would have put it all down to some fantasy except for one thing: the bra. It was so big that I thought it was a joke, just like Belinda did. I could have used one of the cups as a hat and the other to carry a bowling ball. I looked at the tag, and it read: Janelle's Custom Lingerie, Las Vegas. The size was a surprise, too. It was a 48HHH. (I never knew that breasts came that large. I mean, I know that some doctors will put in some really big implants if you want, but still... Compared to what fit in this bra, my own are a relatively modest 38C.) I still would have put it off as a joke, except for one thing; when I held it close to read the tag; I caught the scent of perfume and sweat. I examined it the best I could, and I came to the conclusion that this bra had been worn by somebody. I looked into Wendy's disappearance. I asked around and found some things out. What I found gave me a chill... I'm going to share this diary with all of you. Most of the entries are long. Some I edited down, but some I've left as they are. Some names I've changed, and others I've deleted. And, what I found out about Wendy's disappearance, I'll tell you at the end... So, for better or for worse, here's Wendy's diary. February 8 It's been one of those weeks! Actually, Diary, it's been about ten of those weeks! But it was well worth the effort. That case I've been working on, the one that nobody thought I had a chance to win is over! They settled today! It was a marathon session in the conference room, but they came to the conclusion that it would be better to settle out of court rather than to put up with all the bad publicity. The firm walked out with a fee in the high seven figures and I'll end up with something like a half million dollars! Now it's finally time to go out and celebrate! Not as me, the conservative law firm associate, but as my real self. As Wendy... February 10 What a weekend, Diary! It had been so long since I had been out; I wanted to make an impression. After I bathed and shaved closely, I dusted myself with scented powder and went back to my bedroom. I guess I wasn't used to wearing my gaffe anymore, since it was uncomfortable. I adjusted myself carefully, and by the time I was done, my groin was femininely flat. I had a hell of a time getting my waist cincher on! (It had been a long time.) Even though I am relatively slender for a guy, (29 inches) it was a struggle to get my waist down to 26 inches. I was still a bit too thick waisted for my taste, but I could live with it. (For now!) I slipped my breast forms into the full cups of my bra. Most of the other girls have bigger breasts than I do, but I'm happy with my B-cups! Since this was my first night out in a long time, I put on the little black dress I had been saving for a special occasion. I must have spent an hour fixing my face, but the end result was worth the time spent. I looked through my wigs until I found one that matched the mood I was in. It was my light brown one with the Marlo Thomas - 'That Girl' flip to it. I walked into Allie's and it was like coming home! All my friends were there and they all asked me where I'd been. I wanted to tell them my good news, but I held back. It's not that I don't trust the girls, but there are a few who would do just about anything to get close to the kind of money I just got. I had a great time! I missed the camaraderie of being one of the girls. I loved talking about fashion, make up, where there were great sales, and the usual gossip; who had gone full time and who was seeing who. Later, Tiffany dragged me into the Ladies Room, (both bathrooms are marked 'Ladies Room') and asked me if I had been seeing somebody. My reflection turned bright red as I explained that I really had been working late! Tiffany looked disappointed and turned her head. You're a beautiful woman, Wendy, Tiffany said. There are a lot of guys who would love to go out with someone like you! Then she offered to fix me up with a friend of hers, a sweet guy who just loves women with that 'little something extra'! I told Tiffany that I wasn't interested in anything like that, and she shook her head and told me I didn't know what I was missing! To tell you the truth, Diary, I have thought about going out with a guy, but I'm scared! What if he wants more than I'm willing to give? What happens if I want to give him more than I should? What happens if he falls in love with me? What happens if I fall in love with him? It's all too complicated, and my life is complicated enough! I went past my two drink limit and was especially careful driving home. Even Allie's is only a couple miles away from my place, I didn't want to take any chances! Could you imagine what would happen to my job if I got stopped for a DUI dressed like this? Anyway, I didn't have much to do Sunday; I wasn't interested in reading the paper and the talk shows are all sooooo boring! So, I did what every other woman does when she has both the time and the money; I went shopping! I ached when I passed the mall and saw all those other women going in and shopping to their heart's content. But, I'm not like every other woman, am I? So I drove passed the mall and went to Grace's. Grace's doesn't advertise, and it doesn't even have a sign outside, so if you didn't know it was there, you'd just pass it by. But it is a very nice store that caters to women just like me. I've gone shopping on the Internet, like many others, but I don't enjoy it all that much. I like the whole allure of shopping for clothes; trying on dresses, talking with the sales staff and getting tips from the other girls about accessorizing. I strolled in and saw that Cassie was busy dressing a mannequin. We talked for a few minutes and then I started to browse through the racks. I love shopping for clothes! (Have I said that before?) I love the way the different fabrics feel on my skin and I love the way a dress can change the way I look! (I wonder if the secretaries and receptionists at the firm know just how truly lucky they are? To wear these clothes all the time must be heavenly!) After a bit, Cassie came up and asked if I was looking for anything in particular. I said I wanted something different, something that would make me look sexy. I don't know why I said that, but as soon as I did, I knew that was exactly what I was looking for. Cassie smiled and said she had just what I wanted. I followed her to one of the racks and Cassie pulled out something that knocked my socks off! It was low cut in the front, made of red satin and trimmed in silver. I wanted it immediately, even if I left it hanging in my closet. But I told Cassie that it wasn't for me. Why, Cassie asked. I explained that I since I always wore a bra, a low cut dress just wouldn't work for me. Cassie smiled and said she'd be right back. When she came back, Cassie was carrying a couple of boxes. I stripped down to my gaffe, as she asked, and Cassie opened the first box. There were two real looking breast forms and Cassie held one up against my chest. Cassie gave me another smile and sprayed the backs of the breasts with adhesive and positioned them on my chest. She placed my hands over them and left. I glanced in the mirror and saw a young woman posed in the classic position; one leg in front of the other, her hands covering her breasts. You can let go now, Wendy, Cassie said as she walked back in. The first thing I noticed was the weight on my chest. It felt strange, but good! I bounced up and down on my toes, and saw the breasts bouncing along with me. I loved the way these breasts jiggled! Cassie helped me get into the dress and I fell in love! The dress was cut just low enough to show a nice amount of cleavage and it clung to me like a second skin. The only thing I didn't like was the tiny bulge my gaffe was showing. Don't worry about that, Wendy! Cassie opened the second box and pulled out a flesh colored gaffe and handed it to me. I almost dropped it when I realized that it looked like a vagina! How do you... I stuttered and turned bright red. I wear mine all the time, Cassie said as she dropped her skirt and panties. It did look real, Diary, all smooth and pink just like a woman. Cassie showed me where I tucked myself in and said that I while I wore it, I would have to sit and pee just like every other woman. It attaches with the same glue you use on your breasts, Cassie explained, and it will stay on, no matter what! I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked great! I bought a few more things; some panties and bras, a couple of skirts, a pair of red heels that went perfectly with my new dress and a lot of accessories. (I love to accessorize!) I did some major damage to my bank account, but I realized that I didn't have to worry about that anymore. I left Grace's with a smile on my face and a spring in my step. I love shopping! (There was one thing Cassie couldn't talk me into, Diary. Although Cassie tried as hard as she could, I just couldn't see myself with a set of D-cups!) February 14 It's Valentine's Day, Diary, and I don't have anybody to share it with except you... I keep thinking about Tiffany. She always manages to be with somebody who doesn't mind her 'little extra something'! And by this time next year, Tiffany's 'little extra something' will be history. I envy her so much... It's not that I want a boyfriend, Diary. I've tried to find a woman who didn't mind being with somebody like me, but the ones who could accept Wendy were dommes who wanted me to be their slave and the others, well, when they met Wendy it was bye-bye... Allie's is going to have a Valentine's party this weekend, and I'm going for once. I really need to be with people who can accept me for who I am. I just hope that nobody tries to fix me up... February 17 Allie's was a blast! I wore that red satin dress I got at Grace's and was a sensation. Everybody complimented me on the way I looked, and I got some interesting glances from some of my friend's boyfriends! Quite a few sent drinks over to me, and just to be polite about it, I danced with quite a few of the men. Tiffany came over and told me that she was glad that I was finally loosening up! I even had a slow, close dance with her guy! (I'm still not too sure how I feel about that dance, Diary. One the one hand, it was great to feel like a woman, being held by a pair of strong, masculine arms as we danced. On the other hand, I felt kind of awkward when I felt his erection press into me.) But, I still had a good time! Later, I saw somebody I thought I knew. It turned out to be Mona, a girl I knew slightly. I strolled (sashayed, actually) over to her and asked Mona what was up with her. Things you wouldn't believe, Wendy, Mona replied with a bemused grin on her face. Like what? I asked. Mona took my arm, led me to a quiet corner and told me her story. It was long and involved and I can't remember most of it. (Too much to drink, I guess.) The bottom line is that Mona had spent the last weekend as a woman, a real woman with breasts, a vagina and everything else a woman was born with. I must have looked skeptical because Mona did everything she could do to convince me. It really happened, Wendy! Mona said, writing down a web address and handing it to me. They have a drug that will turn you into a woman for 48 hours! It's expensive, Mona said, $500 a dose, but it's worth it! Look up their site and give it a try, Wendy, you won't be disappointed! For a moment, I thought that I was on the receiving end of some practical joke, but when no one jumped out and started laughing at me, I put the paper in my purse... February 26 It was a bad day at work... An extremely bad day at work... The firm is on retainer to the (DELETED) Corporation. They are an exceptionally lucrative client; we bill them in the high seven figure range every year. They're being sued by one of their employees for discrimination. The employee is a pre-op in her mid-thirties. Ever since she began transitioning, her career had gone down the tubes. (DELETED) has transferred her to a different office, passed her over for promotion and put her into a lower paying job. If that wasn't bad enough, the other employees were making this poor pre-op's life miserable, harassing her at every opportunity! And we have to defend these people! I was given the job of researching the case. I didn't want it, I didn't need it, but I got it anyway. The managing partner made a joke about transsexuals and I just wanted to scream! I wanted to tell him that I wore women's clothes and that I knew what this poor woman was going through. But I thought about my job and didn't say a word... March 3 I don't know what to do, Diary. I met Mona at Allie's this weekend and she asked if I visited that website yet. (I didn't have to ask which website, it was the only one she had given me.) I told her that I was still thinking about it. Try it, Wendy, Mona told me as she took my hands. Becoming a woman is 10... No 100... No 1000 times better than just dressing as one! And sex is One Million times better as a woman! I wondered if it was all just hype, or if there was something to all this. Mona smiled and told me that I had to try it, at least once, just to see what it was like. I asked if there were any side effects. Mona gave me a bemused grin and said that the only side effect she could find was that you would become a different woman every time you used it. I must have looked puzzled and Mona went on... The first time I tried it, Mona said, I woke up as a 5' 7" woman with auburn hair and blue eyes. I measured myself and found I was 38C-25-39! Last time, Mona continued, I had light brown hair, dark brown eyes and I was 5' 5" and 36D-24-36! It took a bit of getting used to, Mona laughed. Plus, I said, none of your clothes would fit! That's okay, Wendy! Mona said. I love to shop! March 13 I don't know where the time goes, Diary! I was planning to go onto that website last week, but I didn't have a chance until tonight. I got on and saw the usual testimonials from satisfied customers and a questionnaire for those who were interested. I filled it out as best I could and sent it in with my e- mail address. (Not my address or Wendy's. I have a third address I only use when I want to be completely anonymous.) The site advised that someone would e-mail me instructions in 7 to 14 days. I wonder if I did the right thing... March 21 ...and I've been checking out my dummy e-mail account. I finally received an answer today. I am supposed to go to room 638 at the (DELETED) Hotel, next Tuesday at 8 p.m. I also received a password that I'm supposed to use to gain access to the room. It all seems a bit cloak and dagger to me... March 28 I still can't believe that I went. Up until I knocked of the door of room 638, I thought that I was going to blow it off. But I didn't... The door opened and I met the representative. (I think I'll call him 'Joe'.) He was about my age and height. I gave him the password I had been given and then 'Joe' ushered me in. 'Joe' asked me who told me about their website and I gave him Mona's name. He didn't recognize it, but then 'Joe' said that it didn't matter, no one tells him their right name. 'Joe' then began to explain how the drug worked; something about mutagenic effects and re-writing DNA, and something about an increased libido, but I didn't understand any of it. I went to law school, not medical school! 'Joe' pulled out some papers for me to sign. There was a standard Waiver of Indemnity that stated that I was taking part in human testing of their product of my own free will and that I accepted the risks involved. After I signed, 'Joe' folded the papers and put them into a large manila envelope, which he sealed carefully. 'Joe' said that the envelope would only be opened in case of an emergency. What kind of an emergency, I asked. 'Joe' looked uncomfortable. I asked him again, and 'Joe' told me about one of their early clients. Her name was Jessie; at least that's what she called herself when she was en femme. She had overdosed on the drug while she was on vacation and disappeared. It took them a long time to track her down, 'Joe' said, but they finally found Jessie, at least what was left of her. Jessie had changed in ways that were almost bizarre. Her breasts and butt had become huge, and her waist was miniscule. Jessie had become almost a caricature of a woman. Her mind was almost gone as well. The only thing that Jessie had on her mind was sex with whoever was available. They had tried to rehabilitate Jessie, 'Joe' explained, but couldn't. Jessie was too far gone by then and the only thing they could do for her was to confine her in a private sanitarium they owned. That's why we are very careful when we sell our product, 'Joe' explained, and why we make sure that everyone knows what they're getting into. 'Joe' reached into his briefcase and pulled out a package and put it on the table. Is that it, I asked. That's it, 'Joe' replied. I looked at the foil-wrapped package of femininity and hesitated. Did I really want to do this? I shook the doubts out of my head and picked it up. Is there anything else, I asked. One last thing, 'Joe' said. There's a little matter of payment. I smiled and placed five $100 bills on the table. 'Joe' smiled and handed me a card. Here's your private access code, 'Joe' said; use it the next time you want to get in touch. I thanked him and left... March 29 Tonight's the night, Diary. Either this works, or I've been the butt of the most elaborate April's Fool Joke ever invented... I tried to prepare for this the best I could. I bought a variety of bras and panties, a few stretchy tops and a couple of wrap around skirts, just so I'd have something to wear. I've got the auto-injector on the nightstand, and I'll be going to bed in a few minutes. All I have to do is press it against my butt and let whatever's going to happen...happen. I'm scared that it won't work... I'm scared that it will work... I'm scared that I won't wake up in the morning... I'm scared... April 1 I guess that joke was on me, Diary... BECAUSE IT WORKED! I woke up Saturday, a bit surprised that I could wake up. I sat up and felt a strange weight on my chest. I looked down and saw that I had breasts! Real breasts, capped with large nipples. I cupped my hands around them and found that they were soft, sexy and extremely sensitive! I couldn't believe how good it felt just to touch them! After a while, I decided to take a good look at myself. I stood up, a bit unsteadily, and walked over to my closet. I stumbled the first couple steps, Diary; I wasn't used to my new body. My breasts jiggled when I took a step and my ass swayed from side to side. I opened the closet door and took a look... What can I say, Diary? I was beautiful! My feet were small and delicate, my ankles were well turned, and my legs were shapely with trim thighs. I gasped when I saw that my male parts had been replaced by a vagina, whose outer lips were a tantalizing pink. My butt was heart shaped and my hips were full and womanly. My waist was slender; slender enough for a man to almost encircle them with his hands. What can I say about my breasts? They were full and sexy and more than enough to please any man. My nipples stood out proudly, as if they were begging for somebody to caress them. I finally looked at my face. I didn't know just what I expected, but I was pleasantly surprised! I was gorgeous! I don't know how else to describe the woman I was looking at. I had deep blue eyes that gazed out of a flawless complexion. My lips were plump and (what can I say) sexy. The hair that curled around my shoulders was black, so black that I had almost blue highlights. I stumbled back to the bed and started to cry. Not because I was upset, Diary. I cried because I was so happy! I was finally a woman! After I pulled myself together, I found out that Mona was right about something else. Sex is better as a woman! And just how did I find that out, Diary? Well... Let's just say a girl just has to keep some secrets, doesn't she? I drew myself a bath and threw a handful of my favorite foaming bath salts in the running water. Even taking a bath was better as a woman! I loved the way the water buoyed up my breasts and I giggled when the bubbles broke against my nipples! I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into the bedroom. I picked up my tape measure and found out how much of a woman I had become. I was 5' 8' tall and my measurements were 36C-22-36. I searched through my bras and panties until I found a set that fit. I pulled on one of the tops and wrapped a skirt around myself. Then disaster struck! It wasn't really a disaster, just something I didn't think of. None of my shoes would fit! I found a pair of boots that were usually too small for me, but, with three pairs of socks, they fit reasonably well. I put a bit of blush on my cheeks, a bit of shadow on my eyes and covered my lips with lipstick. I was ready to go shopping! The first thing I did when I got to the mall was hit the discount shoe store. I fell in love with a pair of pumps that had three inch heels, but I knew better than to wear them, so I also bought a pair of cute, pink and white running shoes. I put the pumps and my boots into a locker and got ready to do some real power shopping! There was a beauty salon that I wanted to stop at, but it was crowded and I didn't want to waste most of the day waiting to get done, so I walked on by and into an expensive boutique. I must have browsed for about an hour, trying on dresses, skirts and everything else that caught my eye. I finally purchased a tight-fitting blue dress that matched my eyes. I also bought a matching bra and panty set, shoes and a scarf that added that certain something to the outfit! I stashed my packages in the locker and kept on going. I went into a few more stores, trying on and buying clothes, shoes and accessories like there was no tomorrow! (I tried not to get too crazy, Diary; I knew that I'd be lucky if I could fit into these clothes after this weekend, but I couldn't help myself!) There were two stores that I had always wanted to shop at, but was too afraid to go into... The first (of course) was Victoria's Secret. I had their catalogs, and had drooled over the clothes, but I never had the nerve to walk inside. (I was always afraid that I'd be read. No worries about that now, Diary!) Her nametag identified her as Bethany. She was very helpful and I was in heaven, trying on all sorts of sexy, sensual lingerie. I loved the way I looked in a demi-cup bra that gave me cleavage for days! Bethany was also very helpful when I told her I wanted to pick up a few things for my cousin Wendy. I bought some really sexy things for Wendy; some bras, panties and nighties, and by the time I was through, I spent close to $700! Bethany smiled and told me to stop by again. I said that I would, not that Bethany would be able to recognize me when I did! My last stop was an upscale department store to visit their cosmetics department. I had overheard some of the secretaries complain about this store, saying that their sales staff was a little over aggressive and would nearly drag you, kicking and screaming, into the back for a makeover. Hi, my name's Laura, the sales girl said breathlessly. Would you like a free makeover! I tapped my cheek for a second and said that I would. Laura grabbed my hand and pulled me into the back, where she sat me down and draped a barbershop thingy around me, put a shower cap on my head and proceeded to scrub, exfoliate and buffed my face until my skin glowed. Laura called in one of their consultants, named Claire, who examined me closely. She checked off a few boxes on her chart and handed it to Laura, who scampered back into the store. When Laura returned with a tray that was filled with the store's name brand cosmetics. As Laura applied them to my face, she kept up a running commentary on what she was doing, how the cosmetics complimented my skin tone and how FABULOUS their makeup really was! Laura worked on me for a little over an hour, showing me one look, wiping off the makeup and making my face up once again. I had a blast! Finally, when she was done, Laura asked me if I would like to buy any of the cosmetics she had shown me today. I said that I wanted to buy them all! Laura looked a bit shocked and asked if I was kidding. I pulled a wad of hundred dollar bills out of my purse and asked her if she thought I was kidding. Laura escorted me back into the cosmetics department and told me that she would be back in a few minutes. As I waited, another sales girl came up to me and asked if I would like a free makeover today. I tried to explain that I just had one, but she ignored me, giving me the entire speech. Luckily, Laura returned and rescued me. Laura gave the other sales girl an extremely dirty look, and I knew that Laura would have some harsh words for this girl when she got her alone. I guess buying all those cosmetics made me a preferred customer. After ringing me up, Laura packed everything into a fake leather tote that had the store's logo embossed on it. She also threw in a makeup case and a cosmetics bag, both with the store logo on it. Later, I found a sampler of the store's most expensive perfumes in the bag. I guess it was Laura's way of thanking me for spending all that money. (I'm glad I remembered to take a couple of thousand out of the bank Friday afternoon. Looking the way I did, there was no way I could have used my credit cards or my checkbook!) I was a different woman when I walked back to the locker. I looked good and I knew it! There was an added sway to my hips and I was the center of every man's attention! I never knew being a woman could be this exciting! Oh my, look at the time! It's getting late, and there are a few things I still need to do before I go to bed! I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow before I finish my story! April 2 Now where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about my weekend... Saturday night finally came around, and I was ready for it. I put on the blue dress that I had bought that morning and made up my face as Laura had recommended. I looked HOT! My eyes looked bigger and my lips looked wet and inviting. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I had overheard some of the secretaries talking about a club that was the perfect hook-up place in the city. It was a place where available (single or married) men could find available (single or married) women. It sounded like just the place for my first outing (pun intended) as a woman! I dabbed some perfume behind my ears, on my wrists, drew a line down my cleavage and put some between my thighs, just in case someone got close. I walked into the club like I owned it. The bouncer just gave me the once over and let me in. It was a good thing he didn't check my ID, since I didn't have any! (At least any ID that would do me any good; my drivers license still was for my male self.) The club was packed with people who were after the same thing that I was. There were couples on the dance floor, but they weren't doing much dancing, if you know what I mean! I took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. The bartender came over and told me that it was on the 'gentleman' at the end of the bar. I wondered how long it would take before the 'gentleman' would come down and join me. It didn't take that long before he did. He introduced himself as Alan, and I told him my name was Laura. From the look Alan gave me, he liked what he saw, and to my surprise, I liked what I saw in return. Alan was about 6' 2", with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was well built, and when I checked him out, Alan was well built down there, too! And, judging by the bulge in his pants grew; Alan really liked what he saw! Alan asked me dance when the DJ put on a slow song. This wasn't the first time I had ever been asked to dance by another man, but instead of being frightened, this time I was excited! I felt wonderful to have Alan's arms around me, his well muscled body pressed against my soft curves. I looked up into his eyes, my need evident on my face. Alan bent over and kissed me... I still don't know how to describe it, Diary. The moment Alan's lips touched mine, it was like there was an electric current running straight to my pussy. (It looks strange writing those two words down: my pussy. But, that's what I had; a wet, willing, hot pussy! Not a vagina and certainly not private parts!) There was nothing left to be said. I wanted him and he wanted me. It was as simple as that. We left the club and drove to a nearby motel. By the time we parked, I needed to have Alan as soon as possible! It only took a minute to check in, but that minute seemed to last a year! We were all over each other even before the door closed behind us. Alan unzipped my dress as I fumbled with his belt. Soon, we were naked in each other's arms. I gently pushed Alan onto the bed, rolling on top of him. His mouth found my breast, his lips and tongue teasing my nipple erect. Alan's hand found my dripping pussy, and his fingers teased my pussy lips, bringing me over the edge of my first orgasm. I decided that one good turn deserved another, so I kissed and licked my way down his body, until I was eye to eye with his cock. It was large, erect and the head was beginning to turn purple as it throbbed in my hand. I took a deep breath and was intoxicated by his masculine scent. There was a drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock, and I delicately scooped it up with the tip of my tongue. What can I say, Diary? It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted and I knew I had to have more! I kissed the head of his cock and slowly drew it into my mouth. It tasted so good, all musky and hot, steadily leaking more pre-cum onto my waiting tongue. I licked my way up and down Alan's shaft, and hearing his moans was music to my ears! I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slipped, first one, and then his other testicle into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. I felt Alan's cock pulse harder in my hand and slipped his cock as far down into my throat as I could. I didn't know how far down on him I could go, but I wanted as much of him in me as I could. Finally, my nose met his pubic hair as my mouth finally reached his groin. Alan put his hands on the back of my head as he gushed down my throat. I drew my head back and caught the last two spurts in my mouth. I loved the taste and texture of his cum and I sucked Alan until I got every last drop. We lay on the bed for a few minutes, each of us wrapped up in our own sensations. I got up, grabbed my purse and went into the bathroom. What can I say, Diary? I was a mess! My hair was all disheveled and my lipstick had disappeared (somehow). I brushed my hair and wiped off the rest of my makeup. I knew that I would look better if I fixed my face from scratch, instead of just touching it up. There was one more thing I had to do. I took out a travel- sized bottle of mouthwash and poured some into a plastic glass. I knew that most men won't kiss a woman who had just given them a blow job, and I wanted to kiss Alan some more. I held the glass up to my lips and stopped. I really didn't want to lose the taste of Alan's cock and cum, it just tasted too good! But I shrugged my shoulders and rinsed my mouth, knowing that this wouldn't be the only time I'd ever have this tasty treat! Alan was drowsing as I crawled back into the bed. I snuggled into his arms and possessively took his cock in my hand. I must have dozed off for a second, but I woke up in time to feel Alan's cock grow ready for round two. Alan rolled on top of me, and I spread my legs wide in anticipation. I didn't know what to expect when Alan slid into me. I didn't know if it would hurt or if I would feel anything... I felt everything! It was like all the nerve endings in my pussy were sensitized to their highest degree! It was fantastic! Alan started thrusting into me with a steady rhythm and I met his thrusts with my own. I wrapped my legs around him like I was afraid he was going to get up and leave me in the middle of it! I don't know how long we fucked; I was no longer able to think rationally! Everything about my life had just become insignificant! The only thing that had any importance was Alan's magnificent cock pounding into me! I don't know how many times I came before Alan stiffened and shot his load into me. I held him in place, wanting to feel him inside me until he grew small enough to slip out. Alan rolled off of me and I lay back, feeling our combined juices leaking out of me onto the sheets. The only thing I could think of was that Mona was right; sex as a woman was one million times better! I'm not sure how many times Alan and I had sex. He kept at it until the desk clerk call the room to let us know our time was up. We didn't say much as Alan drove us back to the club. I was lost in a world of my own, reveling in the wonder of it all. As Alan parked, he asked if he'd ever see me again. I said it was possible, knowing that if Mona was right, I wouldn't look like this again. I kissed Alan again, and my hand crept down to his crotch and felt his hardness. I grinned, unzipped his pants, took him out and gave him a goodnight blow job! It was great! I was still a woman when I woke up Sunday morning, pleasantly sore from all the exercise the night before. I lazed around my apartment the rest of the day, too tired to go out. I thought about all the things I was lucky enough to do this weekend; (especially Alan) and I got so hot that I had to take matters in hand! By the time I was ready for bed, I was ready for bed! I was exhausted and I needed sleep, but I didn't want to close my eyes, since I knew that when I opened them again, I'd be a man... April 7 It's Sunday night, Diary, and I'm wearing this incredible red satin teddy. It hugs the curves of my body and feels just so sexy! But, I've been feeling sexy all weekend... As you may have guessed by now, Diary, I was a woman again this weekend! But Mona was right; I didn't look anything like I looked last weekend. This time I was 5' 5" tall; and my measurements had become 34D-21-35. My hair was light brown with golden highlights that hung down almost to my waist. I had these amazing emerald green eyes, fringed by long, lovely lashes. Luckily, I was had some clothes that fit, but that wasn't enough! I had to do some shopping! (Have I ever told you that I LOVE to shop, Diary?) I went back to the same club that I went to last week. I didn't see Alan, but I did hook up with Mark. What can I say about Mark? He's tall, blond, well built and hung like the proverbial horse! And he knew exactly how to use his equine asset! I was wet the moment I laid my eyes on him, and I was dying to taste his love juice, which was the first thing I did when we got to the motel! We did everything last night, even those things I thought I'd never do! Becoming a woman is the best thing that could have ever happen to me! I've become more alive, more vivacious, more myself! I understand why Tiffany is going through all the hassle of SRS. To be a woman is the most wonderful thing that can ever be! I've thought about going through the whole transition process, but then I'd always be... Wendy. Don't get me wrong, Diary, I like Wendy, she's the other part of me. But after the past two weekends, being Wendy seems so pointless. She'll never be able to pass, no matter what I do, and she'll always be in between; not quite a man, and not quite a woman. But I have the shots, and that's all I really need... April 16 Belinda called tonight and we talked for a couple of hours. I didn't know why she just didn't walk down one flight of stairs to my apartment. I guess she just didn't feel like going out. Belinda sounded a bit depressed, maybe a more than a bit depressed. She asked what I'd been doing lately, and I told her that I'd been trying out a few new clubs. (Almost, but not quite the truth, Diary. I knew Belinda wouldn't believe me if I told her the truth. I didn't really believe Mona when she first told me about this wonderful drug!) I finally got the truth out of Belinda. She'd been shot down by somebody she was attracted to. It happens all the time, but it always hurts. I like Belinda, she's like the sister I never had. Belinda helped me when I was having a difficult time coming to grips with being Wendy, and she always encouraged me to be who I am. But Belinda has her own issues, and I'm not sure I'm the best one to help her... April 21 Belinda called me again Friday night. She still sounded depressed, so I asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner or something. She agreed and we went to a trendy new restaurant that had just opened a month ago. It was nice; just us two girls out for dinner. We split a bottle of wine with our dinner, and, when I asked Belinda if she wanted to check out a couple of clubs, Belinda said that she'd rather pick up a couple bottles of wine and go back to her place. I knew Belinda was still down in the dumps from being rejected, so I agreed. We had a few glasses of wine and talked. Belinda told me that she really felt worthless since she couldn't seem to get a relationship going. Everyone she met, Belinda complained, was either a domme or a submissive. Why couldn't she find anybody who just wanted her for herself? By this time, Belinda was sobbing, so I hugged her and tried to tell her that she'd find someone eventually. (Did I explain that Belinda is a lesbian, Diary? I don't know why her two best friends are Tiffany and me; a pre-op and a half closeted t-girl.) By the time Belinda was able to speak coherently; she looked into my eyes and said she wished she could find someone like me or Tiffany. It must have been the wine, the wistful look in Belinda's eyes or a combination of the two, but I told Belinda exactly what I'd been doing for the last few weekends. Belinda didn't believe me, of course, not that I blamed her. If I hadn't experienced the change for myself, I wouldn't have believed me either! It took awhile, but I managed to get Belinda to put what I said to the test. She would meet me in my apartment in an hour, after she had taken a shower and sobered up a bit, and I would prove to her that I was telling the truth. To be honest, Diary, I didn't think Belinda would actually show up, but she did! I wondered why she was wearing a coat, just to come to my apartment, but when Belinda took it off, she was wearing a very sexy teddy! Belinda had a nice body, although she could lose about 15- 20 pounds, and she had great legs! I asked her why she had dressed like that, and Belinda told me that if she was going to spend the night, she might as well be comfortable! I took off my robe, showing her that I was naked underneath. Belinda looked a bit disgusted, and I thought she was going to leave when I started to get stiff. I quickly assured her that I wasn't going to do anything to her; that I just wanted her to see that I really was a male! I took the auto-injector from its foil pouch and showed it to her. She gave it a glance and handed it back to me. I explained what was going to happen and pressed it against my thigh. As usual, I grew rapidly tired as the liquid femininity raced through my system and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke to a strange, but nice sensation, I was having an orgasm! (It beats having an alarm clock going off, I guess.) I came twice more before I looked down. Belinda was kissing and licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow! Her lips and tongue caressed my clit and outer lips until I was gasping and moaning for her to stop! I don't know just how to explain it. I love the feeling of a man's big cock invading my pussy, thrusting into me until I explode! But this was just as good, if not better. Belinda knew how to pleasure a woman perfectly. The closest way I can describe it was my orgasms were like the tide coming in. Each grew stronger and stronger until I was overwhelmed! When Belinda finally grew tired, I pulled her into my arms and we kissed for a long time. The feel of another woman's soft skin against mine, the way our breasts pressed against each other, was a turn on I never suspected existed. We cuddled each other for an endless time and I finally got a chance to ask Belinda what she thought. She grinned and said that seeing, along with touching and tasting were believing! We both giggled, which caused our breasts to rub against each other, which turned us on again... I took the lead, this time. I kissed my way down Belinda's body, stopping here and there, as she gasped with pleasure. I worked my way farther down until I was level with her pussy. I was surprised, and intrigued, when I saw that Belinda's pussy was clean shaven! All that soft, smooth skin (no stubble) just invited my tongue to explore every nook and cranny, which I did to Belinda's delight! I've been with women before, Diary, but this was the first time I had ever been with a woman as a woman! And, I'm happy to say, I enjoyed it very much! I still don't know when Belinda turned around, but I felt her expert tongue pleasuring me. It made me intensify my efforts, and soon we were entwined in each other's arms, thoroughly exhausted. When we finally got out of bed, it was nearly noon. I asked Belinda what she wanted to do, and after we did that again, we took a shower, (separately) and got dressed. With Belinda's help, I found out that I was 5' 10" and 38D- 25-39. I had honey blonde hair and my eyes were deep blue. I managed to find a few things that fit and then, Belinda and I went shopping! You know how much I love shopping, Diary. But I never knew how much fun shopping with another woman could be! It was great having another woman helping me pick out clothes and accessories, and it was a turn on to model clothes for someone else, especially sexy lingerie! While Belinda was in another part of the store, I found the perfect dress for her, a tight mini-dress that was cut low enough to show some of her delectable cleavage. I also got her some matching shoes that had three inch heels. When Belinda came back, I decided that we should get something to eat. We sat and talked as we picked over our salads. It was just girl talk; light conversation about this and that, but I noticed that Belinda was a bit more bubbly than usual. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled a whole lot more. I also noted that, once or twice, she called me Celine. I filed that away for later as we left the restaurant and went back to the stores. On our way back to the car, I asked Belinda what she wanted to do next and she replied; Anything you want, Celine. I waited until our packages were put in the back of Belinda's car and we got in before I asked Belinda who Celine was. Belinda blushed and couldn't look me in the eyes. Celine, Belinda explained, was the first woman she had been with, the woman who helped Belinda come out in college. I'm sorry, Wendy, Belinda apologized, you look so much like Celine that I forget you're not her. I took Belinda in my arms and told her she didn't need to apologize and, if she wanted me to, I could be Celine for her this weekend. You'd do that? Belinda didn't believe it, but I told her that it would be my pleasure. It will be, Celine, Belinda assured me with a wicked grin. I asked Belinda if she wanted to go out that night, and Belinda replied that it was up to me. As Belinda drove us back to the apartment, I saw that she was deferring to me, more and more. This has some possibilities, I told myself. I had Belinda stop at a well known drug store and told her I'd be back in a bit. It didn't take long to find what I needed and we got back to our building a few minutes later. Let me explain something, Diary. Belinda is a pretty woman, all right? But she doesn't do anything to accent her looks! Belinda usually wears earth tones and minimal make up. Her hair is kind of a medium brown that she just brushes back behind her ears. I knew, if I didn't do anything else this weekend, I would change all that! We put away all the things I bought, (except for the dress I got for Belinda) and I told Belinda to take off her clothes. She grinned and nearly tore her clothes off, tossing them to the floor. Belinda's grin faded when I told her to take a long soak in my tub, and not to forget to put a capful of bath oil in the water. While Belinda soaked, I got ready. I bought some highlighter at the drug store, and a few other things. I was determined to give Belinda a complete makeover before we went out. Oh yes, Diary, on the way home, I had made plans for tonight. I wanted to give Belinda a night she wouldn't be able to forget! Belinda's eyes were blissfully closed when I went to check on her. I caressed her breast and said I told her she could get out of the tub. Belinda purred and kissed me as I wrapped a towel around her. I pulled a chair in front of the sink and washed her hair. I did it as slow and sensually as I could, and by Belinda's reaction, she enjoyed it as much as I did! I opened the dye, mixed it and carefully worked it into Belinda's hair. When I was satisfied that Belinda's hair was covered, I put a shower cap on her and started working on her nails. Belinda kept her nails short, no more than about an eighth of an inch past her fingers. That wasn't good enough for me so, after I gave her a manicure, I glued a set of glamour length nails on. I painted them a dark, glossy red and, as they dried, I put a coat on her toenails as well. I finished her nails with a top coat of clear polish and looked at the timer. The dye still had 25 minutes to set, so I used the time to pluck Belinda's eyebrows into two thin arches. Of course, Belinda did complain about all the things I was doing to her, telling me that she didn't like having her nails extended and painted, that it just wasn't her, but I replied that it didn't matter what she liked, the only important thing was what Celine liked, and Celine wanted Belinda to be as feminine and sexy as possible! All right, Celine, Belinda sighed, anything you say. By that time, the timer rang and I rinsed Belinda's hair. Since it was wet, I couldn't tell how her hair looked, but I didn't care! I'd heard the secretaries at the firm talk about this particular product; how easy it was to use and how you couldn't really make a mistake with it. I combed Belinda wet hair and set it with my curlers. I told Belinda to get a glass of wine and relax as her hair set and that I'd be out in a few minutes. I took a hot shower and blessed the shots once more. There was no hair on my arms or legs, and I was grateful for that. I hate shaving and depilating! I despise waxing! But, there was one patch of hair that I wanted to get rid of, so with a few careful swipes of my razor, my pussy was bald. I liked the way my hairless pussy look when I saw it in the mirror. I dusted myself with scented powder, slipped into my robe and joined Belinda in the kitchen. I checked her hair once more; it was still damp so I took her back into the bathroom and used my blow dryer to finish her off. Belinda's hair looked great! The dye gave her hair a burnished glow and the light in the room really showed the copper and red highlights. Belinda put her hands to her mouth when I finally let her see herself. It's so beautiful, Celine, Belinda whispered. I kissed her cheek and told her that, of course, you're beautiful! You always were beautiful, Belinda, I said as I led her out of the bathroom. But you'll be more beautiful when I get through with you, I assured her. I handed her the dress I bought her and told Belinda to put it on. Belinda looked puzzled and asked where her underwear was? I laughed and told her that a dress like this was meant to be worn without any underwear! It took me a long time to coax Belinda into the dress, but it was worth the effort! The material clung to her like the proverbial second skin and the dress held up her breasts and let an arousing amount of cleavage to show. I sat her down on the bed and rolled a pair of elastic top nylons up her legs. Belinda jumped when I let my fingers brush against her pussy and I told her that was just a hint of what she could look forward to. I dressed quickly. My own dress was similar to the one I had bought for Belinda; I didn't need to wear anything underneath it. Mine was black while Belinda's was red. I glanced at Belinda and asked her what she was doing. She looked up, lipstick in hand and asked me what I thought she was doing. No, I said, I'm going to do your make up! Belinda looked like she was ready to object, but she smiled and said to go ahead. I sat Belinda down and started to work my magic with my cosmetic brushes. By the time I was through with her, I knew that Belinda would turn heads! Her eyes were dark and mysterious and her lips were wet and inviting. I almost didn't want to go out; I wanted to devour this vision at my leisure! But I knew that I wasn't going to be Celine past this weekend, and I wanted to show Belinda off and (maybe) help her find someone. Before we left, I anointed the two of us with Obsession (my favorite scent). I handed Belinda her purse and we walked out the door... Look at the time, Diary. It's getting late and I have to get to bed. I'll try and finish this up tomorrow... April 23 I've just re-read my last entry, Diary, and I'm still having a difficult time believing what I wrote! Okay, I know that I'm attracted to women, whether as myself or as Wendy. And I know that when I'm a woman, I'm irresistibly attracted to men. But I never knew I could be that attracted to another woman when I'm a woman... It doesn't bother me, Diary, in fact I like being bisexual when I'm a woman; it gives me more choices... I could tell that something was bothering Belinda as she drove us to the club. She seemed more than a bit nervous, but when I asked Belinda what the problem was, she just shook her head. I felt right at home the second we walked into the club. It was like Allie's, only livelier; dance music was playing and there were women crowding the dance floor. I chose our seats at the bar carefully, where we could be seen by everybody. I was putting the new and improved Belinda on display, and I wanted everybody to get a good look at her. The bartender came over and did a double take. You look great, Belinda, she said. Belinda blushed and muttered her thanks. I smiled and ordered a glass of wine for myself and a Perrier with a twist for Belinda. The drinks arrived and the bartender, Gabrielle, said that they were on her. I asked why and Gabrielle replied that anybody who could break Belinda out of her shell deserved a free drink. I smiled my thanks and put my hand possessively on Belinda's thigh. I wasn't surprised by how many women came up and asked Belinda to dance. I looked each over carefully; the ones who looked interested in Belinda as a person I allowed to dance. There were a few who looked at Belinda with a predatory gleam in their eyes. These I warned off with a sharp word and an icy glare. I wasn't about to let Belinda get hooked up with anybody who would treat her like dirt! While Belinda was dancing, Gabrielle came up and asked me how I knew Belinda. I told her that I was a friend from college who was in town for a couple of days. I went on, explaining that I lived in California and this was the first time I had seen Belinda in years. Gabrielle asked me how I managed to get Belinda to finally dress like the sexy woman she was and I just grinned and licked my lips. I think Gabrielle got the point! I also noticed a woman, sitting by herself in the corner, looking at Belinda with a kind of a sad look in her eyes. I wondered about her and finally asked Gabrielle what her story was. That's Tina, Gabrielle said. She comes in every weekend and just sits there watching everybody else having a good time. I know Belinda's talked to her, Gabrielle went on, but that's about it. I glanced at Tina every now and then. Tina wasn't a raving beauty, but she had potential. In fact, Tina kind of looked like Belinda did before I gave her a make over. And, it was obvious that she was attracted to Belinda... I picked up my drink and went over to Tina's table. She looked a bit uncomfortable when I introduced myself and sat down. Tina would look into my eyes and glance away, like she wasn't worthy to look directly at me. We talked for a bit, mostly about nothing at all. I just wanted to get Tina comfortable with me. She asked how I knew Belinda and I told her that same story that I told Gabrielle. By that time Belinda joined us. I could tell by the way Tina's eyes lit up that she had it bad for Belinda. We had a few more drinks with Tina before somebody else asked Belinda to dance. I watched Tina gaze longingly at Belinda and I heard her sigh. I knew I had to do something about this! But what? Tina asked me if I wasn't jealous that Belinda was dancing with all these other women. I said that I had no claim on Belinda, at least none past this weekend. I told her that Belinda and I were still friends, loving friends, and I was happy just to have this weekend with her. Why don't you ask Belinda out, I asked her. Tina blushed and said she couldn't, and anyway, what could Belinda ever see in her? I smiled and told Tina that there was a beautiful woman inside of her just dying to get out. Tina blushed even more and said she wasn't. I asked her to compare what Belinda usually looked before and what she looked like tonight. Tina got a pensive look on her face and nodded her head. I told Tina that all she really had to do was want to become beautiful and take it from there. Tina still looked doubtful, so I asked her if she would like Belinda to help her become beautiful. Tina blushed furiously and I took her hand. Trust me, I said, Belinda will be more than happy to help you, after I have a long talk with her. Do you think so, Tina asked. I squeezed Tina's hand and said I knew so. By that time, Belinda was coming off the dance floor, and I got Tina's phone number. I knew it was just about time to leave, so I stood up, gave Tina a hug and kiss and ushered Belinda out of the club. Belinda was floating on air as we got back to the car. Before she unlocked the doors, Belinda turned and gave me a passionate kiss. Our tongues waged a pleasurable battle under the streetlight and my nipples throbbed with my need. When we finally broke apart, I asked Belinda what that was for. It was for you being so nice to Tina, Celine; Belinda explained. She doesn't have that many friends and it was really nice of you to talk to her. I kept my plans for Tina to myself, knowing that this wasn't the best time to talk about her. I gave Belinda a soft kiss and told her that we really needed to get back home. The drive home took no time at all. We stopped at Belinda's door and got into another clinch. By the time Belinda tried to open the door, her hand was shaking so bad that she needed both hands to get the key in the door. Belinda moaned as I slowly slid the dress off her. Oh Celine! Oh Celine! I've missed you so much! I kissed Belinda's neck and shoulders, my hands playing with her nipples as I led her across the room. I sat her down on a chair, clad only in nylons and heels. I knelt in front of Belinda, letting my hands caress her legs. What are you doing, Celine, Belinda asked. I let my mouth and tongue answer her, kissing Belinda's nylon sheathed legs. I worked my way up, slowly bringing her to a boil. Belinda's pussy was dripping when I ran my tongue around her lips. She moaned and bucked her hips as my tongue invaded her love tunnel, spreading her fragrant juices on my face. I kept up my friendly assault, bringing Belinda over the edge of orgasm, time after time. Every time Belinda came, she would moan out Celine's name. I didn't mind, if Belinda wanted me to be Celine, I would be Celine. I don't know how long I pleasured Belinda; it seemed like hours, but I wasn't tired... Belinda, on the other hand, was thoroughly exhausted. Her legs were limp on my shoulders and her eyes were glassy and unseeing. I slid away from her, leaving Belinda sitting there, on a chair that was soaked with her juices. I poured some wine and sat on the couch, waiting for Belinda to return from whatever part of Paradise she was in. Belinda's eyes fluttered as she came back to me. Hi, I said, welcome back. Hi, Belinda replied in a quavering voice. It took her a couple of tries to get off the chair, and she walked over to me, taking very careful steps on unsteady legs. Belinda sank to the floor in front of me, looked up and whispered that she wanted to do me now. You don't have to, I replied, pulling her up and sitting her next to me. I handed Belinda a glass of wine and watched as she put the glass up to her delectable lips. Why did you do that, Celine, Belinda asked. Because I wanted to, I replied, pulling her close. Belinda settled into my arms and we spent some quality time cuddling on the couch. Belinda looked at me, her eyes shining as she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other, falling into an exhausted sleep as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. I woke up with Belinda's head resting on my breasts, her hand curled between my thighs. She looked so innocent as she dozed, no sign of the sensual creature she had become when the sun had gone down the night before. We spent the morning lazing around her apartment, feeding each other pieces of toast and sips of tea as we shared the morning paper. I wore one of Belinda's robes, which was way too small for me, not that I complained about it. I loved the way Belinda would stare at me when I moved and the robe fell open, teasing her with glimpses of my body. About one o'clock. I suggested that we go out for lunch. Belinda smiled and said that she knew exactly what she wanted to eat, but I told her we had time for that later. After we went to my apartment so I could change, we went to this small restaurant Belinda knew. We had lunch and talked about nothing much at all, just enjoying each other's company. We went back to my apartment and I packed up some dresses and other clothes I knew would fit Belinda. She didn't want to take them, but I explained that I probably wouldn't fit into them again and that they would look good on her. Belinda thanked me but said that she didn't really wear clothes like these. You did last night, I reminded her. But that was only because I had you to wear them for, Celine, Belinda said. That's when I talked to her about Tina. It took a while, and a whole lot of convincing, but I managed to talk Belinda into giving Tina a call. I also told her that she could have as much fun giving Tina a makeover as I did giving her one. Finally, it was time for Belinda to leave. She stopped at the door, looked into my eyes and asked if she'd ever see me again. I said that if she didn't see me here, she could always find me at Allie's. No, Belinda sighed, will I ever see Celine again? I took Belinda into my arms and told her that I doubted it. I explained, once again, that I didn't know what I'd look like the next time I became a woman, it was different every time. Belinda kissed me softly and said that she'll miss me, miss Celine. She turned and walked out of my apartment with her head down. I called her name, but Belinda didn't stop. That was two days ago, Diary, and I haven't heard from Belinda. I know it's still too soon to worry about her, but I'll never forget the look in Belinda's eyes as she kissed me that last time... April 29 What a weekend! I was too tired to tell you about it last night, Diary, but let me tell you, too much of a good thing is just not enough! I was a hot, busty blonde with a libido to match. I went to a club and found TWO good things, Mike