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Chapter One My life began just under 25 years ago when I arrived in this world as a screaming, crying baby boy. Looking back from the vantage point of today's perspective, I guess I grew up quite the typical boy, rough and ready, always up for a fight and dirty from dawn to dusk. My passage through puberty was, I imagine, similar to that of every other boy of those days when life was so much simpler. That I never developed into the muscular, powerfully built young man of my secret imaginings was to me, a source of great consternation. I will admit to the one greatest blessing of puberty I did receive; a male part of above average length and girth to accompany the two larger than average testicles that hung semi-hidden behind and below my 8" manhood. By the time High School Graduation rolled around, which was none too soon I might add, I had grown to just over 5'8" in height and I weighed just over 160 lbs. After a summer of wild abandon, spent wholly with friends of both sexes also just out of school, I left the friendly and familiar confines of home to attend an out-of-state university to continue my education. Here, in addition to the knowledge gained from learned professors, educators and books, I also began to learn of the more intimate aspects of human existence when I began to come into the social company of girls my own age who were equally as eager as I was to discover each other's more personal secrets. That I had been physically blessed with what was normally hidden inside my jeans had long been apparent to me since High School and my first gym class where showering after class had been a requirement. Now, however, in this age of discovery, my physical blessing was revealed to be a sexual one as well. I can only guess that word spread among the girls of my endowments simply because I never once lacked feminine companionship all during my four years of college, either in or out of bed. College graduation meant losing the carefree ways of my youth, as I had to move on into the real world where I was to search for a job and the gainful employment associated with it. Luckily, my grades were good enough, in spite of my carousing, to garner a more than decent position with a mid-sized firm down south, far from the place of my birth. Although I had but a few possessions to take with me, there were enough to require me to rent a truck to carry them and to also tow my car along behind it on a dolly as I moved from lower Michigan to Atlanta. Having been down here several times during the interview process, I had, with the company's help, found a decent apartment for not too much money and within ten miles from where I was to spend 40 hours or more a week earning a living. I pulled up in front of my building early on a Saturday morning where, true to their word, a couple of my soon-to-be co-workers met me to help move my stuff inside. These two guys were destined to become two of my closest friends during the next couple of years and in spite of our all having come from different parts of the country, we really seemed to hit it off. Paul, the Jeff of this Mutt and Jeff pair, was by far the more out-going of the two, always joking and laughing, kidding around as though life wasn't meant to have a single serious moment. Jerry, on the other hand, was quiet and rarely spoke unless spoken to, sort of the gentle giant kind of fellow if you know what I mean. It took the three of us less than four hours to get my car off the dolly and it unhitched and pushed aside, then all my stuff moved in, sorted out and put away, after which Jerry went back downstairs to their car and returned with a big cooler they'd filled with beers and sandwiches. Before we started the party, however, I convinced them to let me turn the truck and dolly back in to the rental company so I wouldn't have to pay an extra day's charges. I followed them to the nearest office where I turned it in and got my deposit back, then I got into their car for the short drive back to my new place and the ensuing party. During the first year of life in Atlanta, I settled into the work routine and discovered I really enjoyed the job and all my co-workers. We worked hard and we also partied hard, but all within the confines of decency and moderate restraint. I also found places I liked to hang out, coffee shops, restaurants and a few small neighborhood bars. I also developed a life outside of work along with new friendships, some of which were of the feminine variety. Having found friends who shared my belief that life didn't revolve around booze and parties although it could include them, I soon had a couple of nice lady friends with whom I eventually became intimate. Like most Atlantians, neither of them was native to the area either and although they couldn't have been more different, physically and personality-wise, I really liked both of them a lot. Nicole was just about my height, 5'7" which left me just an inch or so taller, short light brown hair and brown eyes, very slender and a physical fitness nut. This eventually turned into our becoming running buddies in the park near my place and this in turn, led to our first romp beneath the sheets one afternoon when we just made it back to my place before a storm hit. The storm was so severe I wouldn't let Nicole leave to go back to her place so she asked if she could use my shower so she could change clothes while she was here. Being a bachelor, I never kept a spare towel hanging on the rack in the bathroom so when Nicole was done with her shower, she had to call out from the bathroom to ask for one. Not thinking, when I got one from the hall closet, I simply walked into the bathroom and caught her in all her glory. I tried my best to apologize profusely but as it turned out, she wasn't at all upset. Seems that, as I got to know her better, her family had been practicing nudists back in California and her skin was something she was more than comfortable wearing. Erin, on the other hand, is the near opposite of Nicole. Shorter at 5'2" tall, long blond hair that falls half-way down her back, vividly bright green eyes and a figure one could best describe as firm and fully-packed. What we held in common was a delight in conversation over coffee in a popular neighborhood coffee shop where we'd first met, usually about politics as we held similar conservative views but also about almost anything else under the sun. As out-going and vivacious as Erin is, the opposite is to be said of Nicole, who is quiet and on the introspective side. Erin wasn't into much that was physical and thus our shared attraction was more along the line of the intellectual pursuits we enjoyed. In private, our intimacies were also quite different. Where Nicole used sex to come down from her physical highs, Erin enjoyed it just for it's recreational pursuit. Nicole and I would either go running, play a game or two of tennis or do any number of such things, then go back to my place for a shared shower and a several hour romp between the sheets. Being so physically involved her reason, she said, for shaving herself completely but I think it also had to do with her total love of oral sex, both giving and receiving. Erin on the other hand, loved sex because she said it made her feel good, period. Her preference in bed tended to her being on top and in charge. I kind of enjoyed this with her, too, if only because it allowed me to watch her big boobs bouncing up and down wildly every time she got close to climaxing and she just loved it when I would play with them as she rode me. Then came the day just this last month when I was suddenly confronted with the unhappy situation running into both of them at the same time and in the same place. It happened in a local mall where I'd gone to pick up some new shirts but ran into both of them as I exited the store. They didn't know each other at the time and it led to some awkward explanations on my part as I was forced to introduce them to each other. In time, they came to know of each other but without the least bit of jealousy, thank heaven, if only because my relationship with each of them was based on different foundations, one physical (Nicole) and the other intellectual (Erin). That I was intimate with both of them didn't seem to disturb them either, maybe since I seemed capable of keeping them both happy and satisfied. I was later told, in a part of this story that for now must remain in the future, that this had to do in part with the size of my male endowments and that what I shared with each of them was so vastly different, right down to the smallest detail, emotionally and physically. And so it seemed, at this point in my life, that I had life by the tail! A good job, many of the toys men my age seem to like, a decent car, and to top it all ff, a great love- life with two fantastic women who weren't at all jealous of each other. Little did I know of what fate had in store for me the very next weekend or of the twists and turns it would bring into my life. To say nothing of the physical agony or the emotional upheaval I would have to go through before I was able to pick up the pieces and once again resume a life of near normalcy. I say near normalcy only because my life was to never be the same again. Chapter Two I was on my way from being out of town for a week, having been asked to consult with one of the company's clients to help them find their way through the installation of some new software we'd sold them, when out of nowhere and from a small side road, I was hit broadside by a farm truck traveling at high speed. I found out much later that a kid who didn't even have a license to drive was driving it and without permission, too. I woke up in the hospital about five days later, in pain but relatively comfortable, and bandaged from head to toe About an hour later, after visits from several nurses, a doctor came in to see me and it was she who gave me the rundown on all the injuries I'd sustained, most of which were on my left side where I'd been hit by the farm truck. Broken arm, leg broken in two places, numerous lacerations and bruises but, and this was the really bad news, severe injuries to my groin and private parts. All but two inches of my penis had been severed, my left testicle crushed beyond repair and my right scrotal sac had been laid open with a severe laceration that had left my testes dangling outside its sac. After making her promise she'd tell no one who didn't have a medical or legal need to know of my condition, in particular that of my genitals, we discussed my prognosis. I was told I'd never be able to father any kids because of the loss of my left testicle and the fact that even though they'd been able to save my right one, the tubing that carries the sperm had been irreversibly severed. Add to this that I had but the stub of a penis left and you can, as I did, understand. She did say they'd been able to reconstruct the penis to make it appear closer to normal in spite of its now greatly shortened length. Then she began explaining what was likely to happen to me physically as a result of this devastating accident and injuries. Over time, she couldn't say how long, my skin would soften, my hair would thicken and I might experience a slight swelling and increased tenderness around and to my nipples. Also, there was a good chance that over time I would experience a redistribution of fatty tissue from my stomach to my hips and ass. This could all be prevented by what she said was a rather risky hormonal therapy of testosterone they could put me on to replace that which my testicles used to produce naturally. There were some possible additional effects, too, muscle loss and so on. After asking her several questions about the replacement hormone therapy, I decided against getting into it for now and chose instead to let nature take it's course and see what happened. When I asked how long I'd be hospitalized, she said for at least a month since it would take that long for my groin to heal sufficiently that they could allow me to go home alone. Maybe six to seven weeks total until I can have the casts on my leg and arm removed and even then, another couple of weeks would be needed for me to regain my strength before I can go back to work. Monday night I had my first visitors when Paul and Jerry walked into the room. Man, was I glad to see them! I told them everything I knew about how the accident had happened and about my condition, except for the damage done to my manhood of course. They stayed for a couple of hours and brought with them reassurances for work that my job was safe and would be waiting for me when I'd fully recovered. Other than my condition, most of the conversation was about work, both the latest gossip and the real meat of what was going on there. They promised to keep me up to date of that aspect so when I was able to go back, I'd be pretty much able to pick right about where I'd left off. It wasn't until Wednesday that Nicole and Erin came to see me, whining about my not having let them know about my accident. They'd both brought me flowers and talked about me getting better soon which really helped my overall attitude a lot. During the month I was in the hospital, I went through real agony and not just of the physical kind. Part of me felt sorry for myself that I'd never again be able to make love to these beautiful women but also for them, that we'd never again be able to share that which was so wonderful for all three of us. I so desperately wanted to talk about it, too, at least part of me did, but it was the other part of me that was too ashamed to do so that prevented me from unburdening myself to any of these four great friends. Thus I was relegated to suffering this alone, lost in my self- imposed misery. Physically, it wasn't until the doctor removed the catheter she'd had to put in during my emergency surgery that I was to discover I was now unable to pee standing up any longer, at least without dribbling all over myself. Well, at least if I was dressed, I could still do okay in just the hospital gown but it just wasn't long enough any more to reach outside a pair of slacks. Then there was, and occasionally still is, the dull ache in my groin where my now missing balls used to reside and this even while I was still pretty heavily doped up on painkillers. As it turned out, I wasn't released from the hospital until they removed the casts but this was because I was still in a lot of pain in my groin. When I finally was released, Jerry came by to pick me up and take me home, then Erin called and asked what I'd like her to pick up from the grocery store since she and Nicole had come over while I was still confined and cleaned out my fridge so nothing would spoil and smell the place up. Jerry headed back to work and that evening both Erin and Nicole came by and carried several bags of groceries, far more than I'd asked her to pick up, then they worked together fixing the three of us a meal to remember, far better than my recent diet of hospital food, for sure. It ended up taking two weeks before I felt able to return to work and even then, I had to leave early several times. As my doctor had advised me to do when I'd left the hospital, I had to wear a sanitary napkin inside my underwear, partially to protect the sutures that were still in place and to catch any seepage that might occur, of which there were days when it seemed considerable. About a month after I'd been released, I was called and asked to come in for what they hoped would be a final checkup. By this time I'd screwed up the courage to look at what was left of my manhood and in spite of there still being quite a lot of bruising, all in all I looked fairly reasonable down there. One sac was empty of course, that being my left one but the right still looked okay even though it wasn't connected any more. But it was what little was left of my once proud 8" dick that really hurt the most to look at, just a little 2" stub of a thing is all that remains of it now. During the next six or eight months, what also hurt me a lot was having to make repeated excuses to Erin and Nicole why I wasn't in the mood for sex without telling them why. This, and the fact that much to my chagrin, everything the doctor had said might happen...did. My hair got thicker, slowly but over time, noticeably at least to me. I noticed my skin felt softer too, but not so much that anyone else would notice it just by looking. And only by measuring was I able to confirm what else she'd warned me would happen, I lost inches from my waist but they moved to my hips and ass. Not noticeably when I was dressed, but I could tell it for sure, especially when I was sitting down. Also, and again as I'd been warned, I began to feel the extra tenderness in and around my nipples although I could see no outward changes to them. At least I was able to continue running, playing tennis and so on with the guys and with Nicole without having to hide my chest under a tee shirt if I didn't want to I think the worst part of all of these changes was the fact I now had to go to the barber shop at least once a week to keep my hair from looking lousy. It's growing so damn fast now that unless I go like I said, it starts looking really shaggy and so thick it's hard to pull a comb through. Chapter Three I was discovered, so to speak, by Jerry the night we went to the local YMCA for a workout and then a swim. Being so self-conscious about my condition, I always wore boxer style trunks to disguise the fact of my crotch being almost empty and thus took them with me this night as well. What didn't occur to me at all was the possibility my "padding" (not a napkin but an actual codpiece like some dancers wear) would slip at some point and the fact that it did when we were changing to hit the pool (it actually fell right out on the floor), Jerry saw it before I could pick it up and put it back in my trunks, I had to come clean and tell him the truth about what had happened in the accident. Back at my place after we'd finished our workout and swim, showered and gotten dressed, I let it all go to him; all the emotion, the sense of loss and anything else I could think of. He tried his best to convince me I was no les a man now than I'd been before but when I explained to him that without my balls and the testosterone they produced, I was changing in ways he couldn't see. Only by my explaining it to him in full detail, down to the most insignificant of aspects, was I was I finally able to get him to understand how I felt and why. Jerry said I really should talk with Paul about this, too; otherwise he would since it was unfair of me to have kept this from them. I finally agreed, although it took quite a lot of convincing by Jerry, for both of them to come over right after we get off work tomorrow. That next night, I repeated everything I told Jerry last night, but feeling as though I was under a lot less pressure as the words continued to spill out. Paul knew about my dating Nicole and Erin and told me in no uncertain terms I had to tell them the truth, too. He said I was lying to them and it had to stop. I finally agreed with him and at his insistence, called both girls and set it up for them to come over here tomorrow night. The following evening, I put two bottles of wine into the fridge to chill down and waited for them to get here, scared to death about how they might react. When they did arrive, I got us all a glass of wine and sat them down on the couch across from me, asking both of them to say nothing until I was done talking. When I began telling them all the details, unlike when I told Paul and Jerry, my emotions finally got the best of me... I couldn't help myself and began to cry uncontrollably. I quickly regained control though and when I'd stopped, they asked if they could ask me questions. I agreed and they were unmercifully personal, finally asking if I would let them see, now that I'd told them and said I was pretty well healed. I really didn't want to but they just wouldn't stop trying. I think it was about two weeks later when Nicole had come over to check up on me that she asked me if I knew girls had needs too. I said sure I did, but I was the wrong guy for her to look to for the sort of relief she wanted. Smiling coyly at me, she kind of almost whispered the words, "There is another way, you know?" I knew instantly where she was going, oral sex, and against my better judgment, I agreed to give it my best shot. Now understand something here, its not that I didn't want to be with her because I did, it's just that I still didn't want anyone to see me like I am now. By the time we finally made it into the bedroom, I was beyond being able to resist her and ended up tossing my clothes aside as fast I could get the two of us undressed. Before the evening was over and Nicole had left sometime after 1:00 AM, I'd been given a major lesson is how to properly please a woman orally and this included a whole lot of stuff I'd not known before, too. Plus, I found out that Nicole's persistence, I was still able to get off although it took her a lot of effort I think due to how little she had to work with, no pun intended. I think in looking back today on last night's events that the main reason it took so long for me to get off was my own fears and not due to any fault of Nicole's. Two nights later, it was Erin's turn and after she told me she'd talked with Nicole, she said that she needed my help, too. This time, when it was my turn to be on the receiving end, I got off almost immediately and then almost one right after the other, I came two more times. Erin hadn't even tried to suck me off, just licked and kissed me and that was all it took, much to both our surprise. Later, before she left to go home, we talked about this and she said it might mean some of the changes the doctor had told me might happen, already were. It took me a minute to remember what the doctor had said but then it came to me, that without my testicles and penis, I might be able to achieve orgasm more like women do, repetitively and with a more internal sort of feeling and sensation. After Erin left, I thought more about this possibility and the more I thought, the more rattled I became. After all, the potential ramifications were so wide-ranging and far- reaching. I mean stop to think of what was happening to me already; softening skin, thicker and faster growing hair, my weight and fat redistribution, the thing with my nipples and now this... am I turning into some sort of a semi-girl, semi-guy? The next day I ask Jerry and Paul to come over after we got off work, that there's something I really need to talk with them about. You might think it very strange of me to tell a couple of guys what I'm going through with all of this but these two are my best and closest friends and especially now that they know al the gory details. That evening, after we'd finished a couple of pizza's and two six packs of beer, starting now on the third one, I told them what had happened with Nicole and Erin and of the dilemma I now find myself in, this sort of half-way in-between state of being. Being half-lit of the four or five beers he'd already sucked down, Jerry suggested I just go the rest of the way and have a sex change operation, adding he'd do me in a heartbeat when it was over with. I was too stunned to say much of anything but when Paul agreed with him saying any kind of sex would be better than the kind I was getting now and besides, I just might make a really hot-looking woman. I simply could not get the idea out of my mind all the following day, that night and on into Saturday when I broke down and called the girls to ask them over. I just had to find out what they thought of the idea. I asked them to come casual since I wasn't up to going out or anything and just wanted to talk with them about something that had come up. Erin arrived first and just as I was getting us both a coke, Nicole knocked on the door and Erin let her in while I added another coke to the tray. Sitting around my kitchen table, I told them about the discussion I'd had with the guys and what they'd suggested, albeit while we were all three half-lit form the beers. I told them I wanted them to be brutally honest with me and tell me what they thought of the idea. Nicole spoke up first, saying, "Well, that is a possibility and maybe not such a bad one, Tom. You asked us to be honest with you so here goes; I love you to death both as a friend and as a lover so when I say this, understand it's purely in response to this idea. As a guy, you're below average in height and not what most girls would describe as ruggedly handsome although definitely good-looking. My guess is that with just a little bit of work, you would become more than passable as a girl, maybe even pretty." Then Erin added, "I agree, Nicole. And consider this, too, Tom; with what has happened to you because of that accident, you're never really going to be able to fully enjoy sex again, at least not this way. I will say this, too, while being a girl's not the easiest thing in the world, if you do decide to do this, I'll help you any way I can. And Tom? Trust me when I say this; being a girl can be fun, maybe more than you can imagine." I told them I was almost willing to consider it seriously but the one aspect that was putting me off wasn't the idea of being a girl nearly as much as the surgery, etc. it would require to become one. Ever since I woke up in the hospital after the accident the thought of going back to one voluntarily just didn't fit into my idea of how I wanted to spend my time. I also said the thought of never being more than a "surgically-created girl" wasn't all that appealing to me. This prompted an in-depth discussion, and a very, very frank one at that, of the most intimate aspects of being female. Both the pros and cons of being a girl were put right out there on the table for me to know and understand from their viewpoint as best I could. They told me everything; the problems they have or had with their periods, of the difficulties of wearing and walking in high-heeled shoes, of bras that don't fit right and so on. Then they also spoke of the joys and rewards of being female; of how great it feels to feel really feminine, of the joys of wearing sexy lingerie and pretty dresses, of how sex feels to a girl and on and on and on. In the end, after this two hour or more long discussion, I told them that it seemed to me that to let some surgeon cut and paste me and to turn what was left of me in to a medical marvel wasn't quite my cup of tee. But if there was someway I could just become a girl, I might go for it. "Hey, I've done some web research of the subject since the guys brought it up to me the other night. I just don't think I could willingly set myself up for all I'd have to go through, is all. I don't know if you two have ever read up on what's done in these procedures but it sure doesn't sound like it would be all that pleasant to go through." They seemed to pretty much agree but Erin asked me if a way could be found, was there any chance I'd give it a shot? "If you could find a way to just turn me into a fully functioning female, then yeah, I think I would go for it. IF, I could count on the two of you to teach me what I'd need to know." We pretty much just left it at that and I put the whole idea out of my mind, knowing full well there just wasn't any way. The rest of the evening was spent playing three- handed Euchre, a simple card game we all liked and could play during the conversation we had about other things. Chapter Four I had just gotten out of the shower and dried off when the phone rang. Answering it, expecting it to be one of the guys because we'd not yet made plans for the weekend, I was surprised to hear a strange voice on the other end of the line. "Tom, this is Doctor Phil Peters. You don't know me but Erin asked me to call you. Would it be possible for you to meet me at my office, say around Noon or so? There's something Erin asked me to discuss with you." I thought to myself, "What is that sweet little minx up to this time?" even as I agreed to meet with him. I had to ask him to give me a minute to find something to write on before he gave me the address. When I drove downtown later that morning to find his office and look for a parking place, I wasn't sure what I was getting into but since Erin had given him my name, I figured what the hell, I can at least hear him out. After finding his office on the third floor of the building, I went on inside and looked for someone to tell them I was here. The office appeared to be empty but as soon as I made some noise by calling out, an older man walked out of one of the side rooms and introduced himself as Dr. Peters. Following back into a different room, he told me to take a seat and make myself comfortable. Then he explained the call and why Erin had spoken to him in the first place. Seems he's known her all her life, and her parents too, for that matter. "I'm not breaching any medical confidences by telling you she spoke to me, since it was you we discussed, primarily about your condition. Tom, I might and I stress might, be able to help you." He went on to explain he was part of a medical research team, operating on a Federal Grant that is investigating ways to help injured soldiers who were mutilated in combat. He told me the third leading kinds of injuries were to the genitals, third after explosive amputations and head injuries, which were first and second on the list of major traumatic injuries. He then went on to tell me that in the course of their research they'd found a way to alter a person's genetic makeup, this in the course of trying to find a way to stimulate a body to re-grow organs lost in trauma. "Tom, we're at the stage now of needing to test this on human beings but with there being no wars going on at the present time, there simply isn't anyone in need of what we can do. Imagine how I felt then when Erin told me of your condition. But understand this, Tom, while we're as yet unable to stimulate a body to re-grow a part that's been lost, we can alter your genetic makeup such that we will cause your body to think it is female. With just a few pre-process surgeries, even fewer in your case since the accident you had, we can make it happen that you will be re-born, shall we put it, as a woman." Dr. Peters then launched into an explanation of the process, much of which was far too technical for me to understand and thus it went in one ear and right out the other. What I did understand was the part about what it would put me through. Stage one would be what would be in my case, a fairly simple and not all that painful operation where they'd surgically remove what was left of my manhood to make my transition from having male to female genitalia easier. Stage two would involve the actual transition that he said would be a bit uncomfortable but only for a short period of time - say a week or so. This would be because the process would involve awakening the vestigial female organs all men have deep inside themselves and then there would be the process of making room for them inside me as they developed into position. Then the creation of my vaginal canal and all that goes with it for a woman would follow. He said that since my accident happened some time ago, I was probably well on the way to adjusting hormonally to the loss of testosterone and might even be developing rudimentary breast tissue. I told him I was but that there was no noticeable growth, just tenderness in and around my nipples. He said that was because I wasn't producing any estrogen or other female hormones. He asked if he could examine me to make sure I was a good candidate so al the expenses involved could be covered by the grant. I agreed figuring I had nothing to lose. After a very thorough exam, Dr. Peters pronounced me an ideal candidate. Just out of curiosity then I asked him about how long it would take for the process from my first admittance to it's completion. "This is just an initial estimate, Tom, but my best guess is maybe five weeks, at this includes the surgery we'll have to do." Then he added, "And just so you know since Erin asked me about this, I think we can include maybe six months or so for the three of you, all expenses paid, she did mention another lady who would want to be a part of this, at a place well away from here where they could help you learn what's required these days to be a woman and help you get used to being one." Wanting to get as many details as I could from him, I asked him about any number of things like how long it would take breasts to develop, about their possible size, about vaginal sensitivity, especially clitoral, and so on, all the intimate kind of details I'd think any guy in my position would want to know. He said my breasts would take longer to develop than would my vagina and canal, maybe two to three months, that their potential size would be best indicated by the sizes of the breasts the women in my family had, and that the sensitivity of all women's vaginas and clitorises is the same but that how they react to stimulation is a purely mental thing. He said that if I liked being a girl, they will be plenty sensitive and if I loved it, they'd be even more so. "Like all matters sexual, Tom, it's a function of the mind." When I finally left his office to head home, it was almost four hours later, which really shocked me. I had no idea I'd been there that long. I wonder, does this mean I really have an interest in going through with this or was it just my curiosity? Whichever is the case, there's no doubt whatsoever that I have a lot to think about now. This is, after all, a huge decision I have to make...do I remain like I am now, mutilated and miserable or should I take my only chance at a better life (the only way possible to do so) and cross over the gender line to spend the rest of my life in skirts and dresses as a woman? I doubt anyone's ever been faced with a decision so momentous as this one! All the way home and for the next three weeks I spent every waking moment observing women of all ages, what they wore, how they walked, their makeup, their hair, how they reacted to and interacted with other people (men and other women) along with everything else I could think of. After a week or so, it did appear to me that women seem to live in a different world than men do. When they're with other women, they're very loose and free about themselves while with men, they're stilted and quite reserved. I have to talk with the girls again, no doubt about that. So I call them as soon as I get home and ask them over again. As soon as they get here, I tell them what happened with the doctor and what all he'd told me was possible. Then I ask for their opinions, should I do this or not? Nicole spoke first to say, "Tom, if you decide to go through with it, and then if you let Erin and I help you, I can almost promise you that you won't regret it." Erin agreed and added "Let us have you for those six months and you'll regret you were ever born a guy. We'll teach you how to really love being a girl." The look they gave each other at this point kind of puzzled me but I didn't give it a lot of thought, other aspects were more pressing for me right now. We talked some about where we'd spend the six months or so Dr. Peters had said we'd have together and eventually came up with someplace in a city at first so we'd have ready access to stores so I could get all the new clothes I'll need, then we could move someplace more secluded for the remaining three months so we'd be free to do whatever we liked without worrying about neighbors. Now all I have to do is decide if I'm going to do this or not. Chapter Five Jerry, Paul and me went camping the next weekend, just to get away and spend some time together, maybe for the last time, although they didn't know it yet. Regardless of what I might finally decide to do, I felt I needed this weekend with the two of them as just one of the guys. As it turned out while I kept a straight face and I think pretended successfully that I was having a good time, I really wasn't. All I could think of, it seemed, was that this wasn't the place for me any longer, that being a guy with other guys really wasn't the right situation for me be in. Part of me felt comfortable but it was the rest of me that felt very much out of place. I didn't regret having gone when they dropped my off back at my place Sunday evening but I was sure happy it was over. I think it was that evening at home after it was all said and done with that I finally decided what I was going to do. Everyday life no longer held all that much appeal for me, especially after this just ended weekend. What might lie ahead, however, was the excitement of a whole new way of life, one with immeasurable possibilities right along with the fear of the unknown. So it was that I decided to call Dr. Peters first thing in the morning and find out from him how to proceed. I'll not bother writing down all the details I was told I had to take care of before we could move forward, save to say that they involved preparing for my disappearance. None of the legal aspects though, the government would take care of them he assured me, as well as my new identity. No, what I had to do dealt with were the mundane physical things, like getting rid of some of my stuff and putting the rest into storage someplace where I could access it later. You know, things like my laptop and desktop computers, stereo system and so on. Erin and Nicole helped me move most of it to a storage facility on the other side of town after I called and told them I was going to do it. All the rest of my things, my clothes and furniture, I planned to just abandon in the apartment when I left to disappear. When I called Dr. Peters the next day to tell him I had all that stuff ready, he said he'd already started the process rolling and that I should meet him at his office two days from today at about 5:00 in the afternoon, ready to go. I spent the next couple of days more nervously than I would have ever imagined possible, scared beyond words and yet anxious as hell at the same time. One thing I finally screwed up enough courage to do is to call Paul and Jerry and let them know I was leaving town but not why even though it was the two of them who had given me the idea to do this in the first place. I just didn't want the hassles from them that I knew were sure to come. On the other hand the girls are another story altogether, I'm going to need them and besides, this wouldn't be possible if it weren't for them reassuring me they'd be there for me and that they would make sure I enjoyed becoming a young woman and that I'd learn from them all I'd need to know. Words can't express how weird it felt to leave my apartment for the last time just now, kind of like I'm leaving my whole life behind me as I drive away. Even stranger is the sensation of being someplace or someone else as I drive down to Dr. Peter's office, like this really isn't me doing what I'm about to do. When I go into his outer office, he's waiting for me and with a big smile says, "Tom, I can't thank you enough for being willing to do this, it's going to mean a lot to the program, I assure you. Now, before we do anything, because of the classified nature of this project and the facility I'm going to take you to, I'm going to have to put you to sleep so you won't know it's location, is this okay?" I agree and he asks me to follow him back to one of his exam rooms where he has me get up onto the table and lie down, then he gives me a shot and that's the last thing I remember until I wake up and find he's already done the surgery on me. Apologizing for keeping me sedated the entire time, he explains it was so they could take me straight from his car to the operating room and thus get started on me right away. After telling me it'll be abut a week before they start the actual process itself, he says I have a catheter in me again and that I'm to stay in bed until further notice. Since my groin is still numb from the operation I can't feel anything but I can tell somehow that everything that was external is now gone. Maybe it's just my imagination but it feels different somehow. During the ensuing week, I get stuck with more needles and have more blood drawn than at any time since I had the accident and maybe not even then. Then one morning in walks Dr. Peters, the first time I've seen him since right after I woke up in post-op. "Tom, we're ready to begin if you are. (I nodded my head yes) Then let me give you this shot that has everything in it that we need to make this happen. Then we're going to hook you up to an IV we'll use to feed you and keep you lightly sedated to lessen the discomfort." It was the middle two weeks of the month that followed where I was really thankful for that IV. I never felt worse in my life as it seemed at times that my stomach was about to explode along with a constant case of nausea that had me looking for a wastebasket most of the time. I never actually needed it but it sure felt like I would. The first week was nothing, just the anxiety of waiting for something to happen but boy, when it did! I think it was right abut the end of that third week before I began to feel normal again, if normal included some of the very strange and new sensations I was experiencing counted. But it wasn't until Dr. Peters came to see me again; this time to remove the bandages from my groin area and give me what he said was just another examination. Little did I know until it happened that this was going to include a GYN exam, let alone what one of these things was really like and what all it would entail. Removing the bandages was no big deal but when he then changes gloves I wonder why, that is until I feel something being shoved inside of me. Then and only then does it dawn on me that he has put his finger inside my vagina! Oh my gawd... so this is what it feels like? Then I receive my first introduction to a device doctor's use to torture women with... the infamous speculum. It feels like he's opened me up down there wide enough to drive a Mack Truck inside of me and the damn thing is cold, too! But one's thing's for sure, I have as a hell have a pussy down there between my legs now and I can't say I don't like how it feels. It's all over in just a couple of minutes even though it feels like it was an eternity, I think I understand now what Erin said about how vulnerable an exam like this makes a girl feel. "Well, you appear to be a perfectly healthy girl, everything looks to be in good working order." Dr. Peters says when he's done examining me. "We're going to keep you here for another week but that will give you time to call Erin and your other friend so they can finish making their arrangements to be away from their jobs for the next six months and to meet you. I'll have a nurse come in shortly with the directions to where they're to meet with you." I called them immediately after he left the room and the nurse had brought the directions in. Erin acted thrilled that I was finally through it and said she couldn't wait to call Nicole and tell her. Then she almost whispered into the phone as though someone was close by and she didn't want them to hear her, "Oh sweetie, we're going to have so much fun together now, just wait... you'll see. Love you." And with that, she just hung up on me. With that all in mind, I spent the intervening week bouncing back and forth between regrets at what I had allowed done to me and heart-fluttering anticipation to get to all that lie ahead for me. I was up and out of bed on my own the next day and with no one but me in the bathroom, I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the nearly full length mirror that's mounted on the back of the door. Putting aside the obvious difference between my legs now from before, It's becoming easier to tell the other changes I've been going through since the accident. My waist is now almost the same size as my hips; gone is my old potbelly and hello to my new feminine childbearing hips. I can't quite see it yet, but Dr. Peters told me there are already some changes to the areola that surround my nipples and to the nipples themselves. Looking more closely at my face, I can still see a lot of the old me but there is also some of my more feminine features starting to take shape I think. One other thing's started happening during the week while I'm waiting to be released; my pelvic bones have begun to widen and my hips to thus spread further apart. It's not really painful but is more like a constant, throbbing sort of an ache. When I tell Dr. Peters about it during one of his daily visits and he says it shouldn't last much more than another week or so and that the reason is that my pelvis is widening to make room for the delivery should I ever get pregnant. A few minutes after he leaves my room, it hits me... it's one thing to know that girls get pregnant and have babies but it's another thing altogether when one realizes one can now be counted among those very girls... it's me who can get pregnant now The day I'm to be released one of the nurses who has been taking care of me brings a small package into my room and gives it to me, saying, "Ms. Williams, I think you might find these more comfortable than what you were wearing when you checked in." Opening the package, I find inside a couple pair of panties and I can't help but smile at her thoughtfulness. "Thank you Nurse, I kind of think they will be a lot more comfy, thanks again." A bit later, when Dr. Peters come in to give me a final checkup, he tells me he's sorry that I'll have to wear what I was I was wearing when I first came here when he takes me to meet Erin and Nicole. I tell him not to feel bad about it because I'm not ready just yet, in spite of what's already happened to me so far, to leave here in a dress. It's just about Noon when he comes back to get me and since I've already gotten dressed in my old male clothes (except for the panties I put on under them), we leave immediately. I sure hope these pants don't split before I can get some new clothes... with the widened size of my hips and the extra padding on my butt, I could barely get them on. Chapter Six After again having been put to sleep for the security of this location, I was driven to the city where Erin and Nicole were supposed to meet up with me. Another shot and I was soon wide-awake again and able to get out of the car to look for them and so they could see me. With no more in my billfold than a hundred bucks cash and the three credit cards Dr. Peters had given me, one for each of us, I waited for them in the coffee shop where I'd been told they would meet me just before the two guys who drove me here, drove off and left me alone. Ordering a cup of coffee, actually a flavored Cappuccino, to sip on while I'm waiting, I find a soft chair in the corner to sit in. Hoping again that these pants don't split wide open on me, I can't help but think of how different and yet almost natural my new pubic region feels... the emptiness so different and yet, at the same time, so comfortable. There are few, if any, outward indications of what's hidden beneath my clothes other than my hair's now longer than I normally wore it. I've pulled it back into the male version of a ponytail, you know... low on the neck instead of higher on the head where girls wear theirs. Even so, it's now well past my collar and there's maybe three or four inches of hair sticking out from where I've pulled it together with a rubber band. If I were wearing it higher there would be a good six or more inches beyond where it was gathered up. And one more thing people can't see are the two bumps that are starting to develop on my chest. Not a lot there yet, just two little cone-shaped protrusions that are almost all areola and nipple but damnit, they itch and at the same time, they're so freaking sensitive! Just as I finish my coffee and start to get another, in walk Erin and Nicole and the look on their faces when they see me is one of joy and also puzzlement. Were they expecting more of a change in me? After hugging both of them in greeting, we quickly agree to leave and get on to wherever it is we'll be staying for the next two or three months. Turns out that neither of them has been there yet in that they just got off their separate flights at the airport and after picking up the two rental cars they'd been told to get, they'd driven straight here. Still thinking and acting more like the man I used to be, I asked to see the directions they'd been given. Good, at least they have a small map as part of the directions but since I have no idea where we are now, I take the map up to the counter and ask if someone can help me out. One of the girls helped by showing me about where we are now and tells me how to get from here to the street we need to take to get to the right side of town. A short time later we're all outside and trying to decide which of the girls I'm going to ride with. I let them decide, suggesting a flip of a coin. Ending up beside Nicole with her driving and me being the navigator, we have to concentrate on driving so there's little talk of how I am and what's happened to me so far, just getting us safely from here to there. Abut a half hour or so later, we find the address and after checking to make sure we're at the right place, we pull into the driveway of what looks to be a nice-size house in a decent, upper middle-class part of town. There's a two car attached garage and Nicole uses the garage door opener she'd been given to open both doors so we can pull the cars inside. With the garage doors closed behind us, Erin uses her key to open the door into the house and we begin the task of unloading their bags from the cars and taking them on inside before we look the place over. With all the bags left in the kitchen for the time being, the door to the garage closed and locked, we take the walk-through tour. Wow, what a place, nothing much to set it apart from the outside but inside it's a mansion! Two huge bedrooms, both with master baths including huge, sunken Jacuzzi tubs and over-sized king sized beds, a large living room, formal dining room, and downstairs we find a complete workout room and sauna. In the backyard, inside a privacy fence that's been built around it, a small swimming pool just off the patio, which is also fenced in. Both girls pick one of the bedrooms for themselves; I guess leaving me to bounce back and forth between them when I start buying my new wardrobe to get what I want to wear on any given day. Having taken turns helping each of them unpack and put their things away, we move to the kitchen to see what's there. I check the fridge first and find it lightly stocked with at least a few things but two six-packs of cokes to get us started until we stock up at a local market. Same goes for the cupboards Erin says, just some staples and nothing else. Nicole asks for cokes for right now and then we'll work up a grocery list and they'll make the shopping trip while I stay here. When I ask why I'm to stay here, they both laugh and tell me I can't go with them wearing what I have on now, at least not until we've gone clothes shopping which is on the agenda for tomorrow. "Come with me, girlfriend," Nicole says giggling, "let's find something else for you to wear before those pants split apart with that pretty butt of yours." Erin laughs and says, "Good idea, I'm going to change, too." Nicole opens her closet and pulls a few things out, telling me to try them on. "I know they won't fit perfectly but we're close enough to being the same size that they should do for now." It appears they've decided to start me of right away in that what Nicole's given me to try on are a couple of casual skirts and four different tops. I end up wearing one of the skirts and a spaghetti strap tee-top with a secret inner construction most men are totally unaware of, a built-in bra of sorts. Not a lot of support but more of just a restraint for girls with boobs of any real size. Of course I have no need of any support yet but what the hell, I have to start sometime. Once I have them on and head back out to the kitchen to get my coke and join the girls in the living room, I have to say I feel half-naked but comfortable, too. "Okay, girlfriend, tell us everything, what did they do to you while we were apart and where are you now." Erin says. "Yeah, no secrets between the three of us so spill it all." Nicole adds, laughing. Recounting everything that's happened to me since I last saw them, I end the recounting with the last exam I was given by Dr. Peters. They both laughed and kidded me about having finally joined the sisterhood now that I've had my first GYN exam. Then Erin asked if I'd had my first period yet to which I answered I hadn't. They agreed they'd have to pick up some "supplies" for me today when they went to the store for groceries. "Pads or plugs?" Erin asked. The look of puzzlement on my face prompted Nicole to explain that pads are just that, normally falling under a lump description but meaning Kotex or a similar brand while plugs referred to tampons. "I don't know, why not get both and I'll decide which I prefer after I've had to use them." I answer. They agree that's a good way to look at it and then Erin asks a really pertinent question, "Tell me something, and please don't take my question the wrong way but how does it feel to have what you have down there between your legs now as opposed to what used to be there?" Trying to explain the differences of feeling and sensation that having a groin area devoid of the external parts I'd been born with and had been so used to for all my 24 years wasn't easy and yet I did the best I could to convey how it felt. I mean, how does one put into words the sensation of emptiness that goes right along with the feeling of neatness that comes with the internal plumbing I have now opposed to the external kind I was born with? It ain't easy to describe, believe me. After a reasonably long and fairly involved discussion abut my impending breast development and possible size thereof, the girls change the subject to my needing to visit a beauty salon for a complete makeover. Then Erin comes up with a good idea; "I saw a Wal*Mart on the way here, how about we take some measurements and we can pick up some things for you when we get the groceries? That way you can have something nice to wear and maybe we can find a beauty shop you can get into today? Sound good to you?" I know their intentions are good but I have to ask if they might not be rushing me along too fast. "No way, girlfriend, total immersion is the only way to go. The sooner you look more like the girl you've become, the sooner you'll begin feeling more feminine. And that is the main reason we're all here together, after all, to help you become the woman you now are, inside and out." Erin says to me with emphasis. That said and reluctantly agreed to by me, they got ready to go since it's already 11:00 AM and they had a lot planned for the rest of the day. After Nicole got a measuring tape from her room and they'd taken my measurements, they took off for Wal*Mart. I decided to waste the time while they were gone by taking a nap right here on the couch. Hearing them come in woke me up and I helped them in with the groceries and also to put everything away. During this time, they told me they'd found a beauty salon and had made an appointment for me at 2:00 and that I could just wear what I had on now but had to wear one thing they got for me. I soon found out what they had referred to, a bra. A 36-A and slightly padded but they insisted even though I really ha no need to wear one yet, saying I might as well get used to them now before wearing one really becomes necessary. This called for a change of tops too, and I decided to wear the sleeveless blouse of Nicole's I'd tried on earlier. They'd thought of everything I found out when Nicole handed me a box with a pair of flats, as they called the no heel shoes I found inside. Slipping them on my bare feet, I found they were fairly comfortable and so agreed to wear them to the salon. It had taken a little over three hours in the beauty salon to accomplish everything they had done to me but when I saw the result for the first time, I was stunned! My dark brown hair has been washed, cut and styled, lightened and subtly streaked with reddish highlights, my ears have been pierced and I now have little gold studs in them, my nails were filed and extended, polished a bright red and my toenails, too. My eyebrows have been thinned and shaped and light makeup applied to my face. I'm downright pretty and can hardly believe it's really me in the mirror. Even the girls are stunned when they come by to pick me up. Their compliments abound as we walk to the car but I have to tell them that even acknowledging the changes and how pretty they make me look, I still don't feel like I'm really a woman yet. "Give it time, girlfriend, give it time. You will soon enough, guaranteed." They both assure me. Chapter Seven After a night's sleep with the three of us all in the same bed, albeit sans any "hanky-panky" but filled with giggles, we get up early and get dressed, then have breakfast and head off for my first shopping trip. This excursion deep into the world of feminine fashion turned out to be work and fun all rolled into one but most of all, quite an education. Among the many things I learned that I hadn't known before were things such as; why buying and wearing pretty lingerie was important to a girl's self image by helping her feel feminine and pretty, keys to buying high- heels to get the most comfort out of them when wearing them all day long, which wash & wear fabrics hold their colors longer after repeated washing and which fabrics work best with which others, when to buy clothes that need dry- cleaning vs. when not to, what colors I look best in and then, when we went to the cosmetics counters, what my best colors are. I could go on and on but these are but a few things I learned from Erin, Nicole and the various sales girls who all helped me begin to build my wardrobe. On our way back, with the trunk of the car stuffed with sacks and bags filled with new clothes, we stopped in to walk through a large drug store where they helped me pick out some more stuff like shampoo and conditioner, cleansers and lotions, hair scrunchies (the things girls use to hold our hair up in ponytails) and so on until we leave with yet another bag full of new stuff. Getting home late in the afternoon, I put all my stuff in the other side of the closet Nicole's using and the empty five drawers in the dresser before going back out to the dining room to join them for dinner. The conversation during dinner is light and giggly as we talk about anything and everything that has to do with being girls, much of which I have yet to experience, of course. They also warn me that tomorrow the real work begins when they're going to begin working on changing my mannerisms. It takes three weeks to get me to stop walking, sitting and acting like a man and another two before I have acting feminine down to the point where I carry myself properly almost all the time, with just an occasional slipup. By this time I really do have to wear a bra most of the time since I'm now up to a full B-cup. My areolas have expanded greatly and are now almost two inches across while my nipples are damn near perfect. They're just a bit protrubent and seem to me to be almost as thick as Erin's. But what really gets me is how sensitive they are, I can't help but to be quite amazed at how wonderful they feel when I play with them. In addition to these changes, my hips are wider, my waist narrower and my ass fatter with even more padding on it than before. All of which combined has given me a really good start toward having one hell of a fine figure. It's at just about this point in time that Erin and Nicole tell me at dinner one evening that it's now high time I start to explore my sexuality Accordingly, the hand me a small gift-wrapped box and tell me to take it into the bedroom and that they didn't want to see me again until I'd used their gift successfully. In the bedroom, I eagerly tear open the wrapping and open the box and upon finding what's inside of it, blush for what may be the first time... it's a small, thin vibrator. Well, at least they didn't give me one of those monsters I've seen in use on some of the Internet porn sites. Undressing as much out of curiosity as following orders, I lie down on the bed and begin exploring with it, wondering if these things really do give a girl all the pleasure they're supposed to. Fondling a breast with one hand and using my new toy with the other, I soon discover that used properly and in the right places, they certainly do give a girl something pleasurable with which to occupy her spare time. I discover among other things that I'm fairly quick to lubricate and that said lubrication really helps when I use the tip of it against my clitoris which it what I do most of the time, occasionally alternating this with insertion. After a reasonable time has passed, I think I can sense a mounting pressure of sorts deep inside of me, somewhere just above my pubic mound and yet still south of my navel. In keeping with this sensation and at the same time, a growing feeling of pressure in my tits and a severe tightening of my nipples and areolas. The longer I apply this thing to my clitoris, the stronger are the tiny spasms that are occurring inside my vagina until everything seems to come together all at once and the inner dam seems to burst which sends me up and over what can only be that proverbial cliff of my first, real female orgasm. Upon discovering that one is not enough and that only more will truly satisfy me, I carry on until my legs are trembling and my hands are shaking with exhaustion, my poor pussy dripping with my juices and too sore and tender for me to continue. Totally immersed in a feeling of totally delightful bliss and well-being, I can only lie here for a good fifteen or twenty minutes after my last climax before regaining my strength and senses sufficient to get off the bed and dressed again so I might go report my success to the girls. But I really have to use the bathroom first, I discover, to clean up the juices that have soaked my nether regions and are now dribbling down my legs Returning to the living room, I realize I must have a silly grin of my face because both Erin and Nicole break out in smiles, too. Out of orneriness, I walk a few steps in an exaggerated bow-legged manner, as though it hurts to walk normally. We all break out in an uproarious fit of laughter at that and end up in stitches for at least the next ten minutes or so with anything said being cause for yet more laughs until our sides hurt for it all. When this goofiness had died down enough that we could again talk normally, I was asked to tell them how these orgasms I'd just had were different from those I'd had as a man. "What orgasms?" I asked innocently. "The ones we heard you moaning and groaning with all the way our here." Erin giggled as she answered. "I really made that much noise?" I asked, truly surprised. I had, they assured me. "It's okay, though, we won't tell anyone it was just you getting yourself off." Nicole added. "Oh thanks a lot, it's so nice to have friends like you who keep your secrets. Just what I always wanted to be, a screamer." I laughed. Then, in response to their earlier question, I tried my best to explain it to them but I just couldn't because while they could comprehend what I felt they had no frame of reference to what a guy's orgasm feels like. This began the second phase of my training, if that's what i