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I am one who reads my critics (or people of encouragement, as I like to refer to them) interpretations of my stories. I respect each and every one, and value their recommendations and advice. But, we are all different in each and every conceivable way. Just think of it this way: Maybe I am at a point where you were at one point in your life, maybe I am further past a point in which you will never go, or perhaps you are further than I will ever fathom. I write to express myself. I write about many topics, and maybe you have read other titles of mine under a different pen name, or something of mine published in the mainstream. I try and satisfy one person when I write in this genre, and that is me. I want everyone to enjoy these stories for what they are, and that is the point I occupy in my sexual maturation. I am just a simple transvestite-heterosexual, lesbian- living-in-a-mans-body kind of guy. Please feel free to write your own endings to my beginnings. And I apologize for not continuing all of my stories, I will, eventually. Thanx and Ganx, Catherine Now, on to the story... Mistaken Identity Part One I was pleased with the new house, and was glad to finally be rid of the 9 to 5 job I had been forced to hold down before my latest novel sold. Now, with my wife, I moved into the new place, in a new city, I could concentrate on my writing. She was starting her new job on Monday, and I was set up for a doctors appointment the same morning. I had always been self conscious about my love handles, and was going to have a liposuction procedure done to remove the excess and at least make me look twenty again. My wife came up behind me and stroked my hair as I worked on the computer. "Come have a glass of wine with me sweetheart, the sun is setting." I rose and went onto the terrace overlooking the bay and the surrounding hills that held in the fog. It was a beautiful sight. I snuggled up next to my wife of three years, holding her tightly. "I love you," I said, kissing her cheek. "I love you too," she replied. "I had better go to bed, I have a long day tomorrow, new job and all." "I'm going to finish unpacking, and will join you shortly, remember, you need to drop me off in the morning." "I know, see you in the morning," she said after kissing me. Part Two When Kristen dropped me off, it didn't look much like a doctor's office. I found the correct floor on the lobby's registry and went up in the elevator, stepping off into a waiting room full of what I thought were supermodels, and one or two men probably there for the same reason as me. After checking in I waited for them to call my name and when they did, I followed a nurse to a private room. "So, we are going to perform a liposuction procedure on your abdomen and on the sides of your torso to remove that excess fat." "That's why I'm here." "Would you like anaesthesia?" "Do you recommend it?" I asked, she nodded. "Then, yes I would." "Okay. If you will undress, and slip on this robe I will call you in several minutes, just let me go prep up." I nodded. After she left I removed all of my clothes and slipped the robe around me. Not two minutes after that she returned and led me into an operating room. "Please lie on the table and I will put you under," she said. I lay on the table and she inserted a needle into my arm after finding a suitable vein. I watched as she inserted another near my wrist and heard several other nurses conversing behind me. "He's getting a lot done," I heard someone say as I succumbed to the anaesthesia now coursing through me. "I know!" another said. What were they talking about? I wondered. I was feeling very groggy. I felt someone seemingly writing on my chest with something, and was flipped over and felt them writing on my behind. The last thing I remember was them drawing lines on my face. I dreamed like I had never dreamed before. Part Three I slowly came out of my deep sleep, barely coherent, and heard people talking. One voice sounded very familiar, and soothing, although irate. "What do you mean!" I heard her yell. "Calm down Ma'am, please." "Calm down?" I heard Kristen yelling. "How can I calm down!" "We are trying to investigate how this happened. We need some time." "I'm calling the police!" "Please, don't do that. I don't think you want everyone to know what has happened to your husband, I urge you not to do that." "Fuck You!" she screamed. "Go get the doctor who did this, NOW!" I was obviously a little more awake now. I heard the door slam, and then someone sit on the edge of my bed. I felt so sore. And, I felt very different. "Are you okay? Sweetie?" her soothing voice asked. "Kursten. Ur, I huuurt," I slurred. "It's okay baby, we will get this right." She stroked my hair. My first nice feeling in a while. "How long have I been here?" "Since Monday, today is Thursday. They told me you fell ill and finally I barged in here just a minute ago." "What?" I asked, sort of coming out of the clouds to that information. "There's been a terrible mistake," she said. "They did some things they meant to do to someone else, I think." "What?" "Oh baby, I'm sorry." "What did they do to me?" "You, you have breasts now. And a new butt, and a face lift." "What!" "It's okay," she purred. "You still have your, you know." "But," I uttered, and then the doctor came in. "First, before you say anything, I fully understand your hostility. We've found out why this happened. Another patient, a Mr. Jones, was scheduled to receive the surgeries your husband received, but his wife switched his charts with your husband to prevent Mr. Jones from going through with his elective surgery. I am truly sorry this has happened. We will incur the full cost of reversing each and every procedure that has been done. For now, although, we cannot operate again to reverse it for another six months at the least to avoid complications. We are offering you and your husband a lump sum, tax free amount of $2 million if you will keep this to yourselves, especially from the press and public. In six months we will re-operate, and return him to normal. I will let you two talk it over, and just come see me up front when you are finished." With that, he was out the door hurriedly to avoid my wife probably kicking his ass. "Jesus! What the fuck is going on?" I said and tried to get up from the bed but did not have the energy. "I'm sorry baby," Kristen said. "Well, considering I'm still a little sedated, I haven't seen what I look like, and I have to wait for six months to reverse it." "It's okay." "No, it isn't, but what can we do?" "I suggest we take the money, keep quiet, and you can be back to normal before we go back east for the holidays," she said. "Okay. But, can you live with me like this?" "Of course! I will love you no matter what. Can you live like this?" she asked with a hint of a grin on her thin lips. "Yes, I suppose I have to anyway. There is nothing I can do." "Okay." "Okay. Go tell them then." Part Four I was still somewhat sedated on the way home, and the doctor gave me several bottles of pills, telling me to take one every two hours. I was to stay in bed for at least a week or more to let everything heal. Kristen was to change my bandages once daily and rub a special salve onto where they had made their erroneous incisions. She propped my head up with several pillows so I could watch TV once I was in the bed. She insisted on taking the following day off but I told her to go to work and that we had the weekend to spend together. She relented, and went. I sat in bed all of Friday morning and some sense of feeling returned to my body before I took the first dosage of pills every two hours. I could feel the extra weight on my chest sometimes, the lack of weight around my waist, the increased bulk around my bottom and the different feeling of my face. I wished I could get up and look, but had to stay in bed. Perhaps next week I could crawl out from under the covers and peek while Kristen was at work. We spent the weekend together, her laying by my side constantly. She cooked for me, changed my bandages, bathed me and helped me use the restroom. I knew then that she was committed to her man, and I to her. But, I didn't feel like a man. Only once in the past three days had I had an erection, and a small one at that, when I woke from a dream about her. The weekend finally ended, and Kristen left for work. I was tired of watching the television, and decided to try and get up. It took all of my strength to sit up, and I collapsed back down after a minute of exertion. I fell asleep, and before I knew it she was home. She brought me dinner, bathed me and lay with me. "The doctor said you need to start sleeping on your stomach at night, so your bottom can heal correctly, and then you can turn over during the day. And, I need to get you up for a walk in the morning. If you're up to it, okay?" "Okay. Thank you baby, for being here for me." "I love you." "I love you too," I said, pursing my lips for her to kiss. The following morning she turned me over, brought me breakfast, and asked if I wanted to get up. I told her maybe tonight, and she agreed. While she was at work I succeeded in rising from the bed. I stood still for a moment, and then stepped forward and walked with few problems. I went into the bathroom and did my business, sitting down. I couldn't see anything for the bandages in the mirror, so I returned to bed. Kristen came home and as usual lay next to me. She ran her fingers through my hair. "I think it's time we took off those bandages, It's been two weeks now. Do you want to shower?" "Yes, I do." She took me into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower. She unwrapped the bandages from my rear and then from my chest, dropping them into the wastebasket. It felt so good to feel air on my skin. She then gently removed the bandages from my face and I could finally breath deeply through my nose. She took my hand and led me into the shower where she removed her panties and bra and began rubbing soap all over me. I instantly became erect feeling her hands move over my new body. I moved my hands up to my chest and as soon as I did I became harder than I ever had before. She pressed her body to mine and felt my rear while kissing me. I reached down for her rear and wrapped my fingers into the creases of her ass and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. She slid my hardness into her and I lasted no longer than a minute. "Oh my God!" she screamed. "This is incredible!" "I know," I panted. We finished in the shower and she said she had a surprise for me. "Since you are, well, endowed with this new body, I figure you can't dress normally, so I stopped at lunch and got some things." "Okay. What'd you get?" "Some things for, let's call her Michelle." "Can we afford it?" "Baby, I just deposited a check for two million in our account, I think so." She pulled out several shopping bags and opened up a package of silky panties. She slid them up over me. "These will hide your friend to give you a totally smooth front when wearing a dress, skirt, jeans or pants," she told me. I started to become erect, but the panties prevented it from being noticeable. "I figured you were a 36C," she said while wrapping a bra around my new breasts. "Yep, perfect," she announced while adjusting the straps and making sure I was covered. "This feels so soft," I told her. "You will probably get used to it quickly because of the softness. I also got you several more matching bra and panty sets, and pair of Capri pants and a shirt you can wear when we go shopping on Saturday. I can do up your face and hair before we go out too," she said with a smile. "Isn't this a bit much?" I asked, rather meekly. "Well, you will have all of this for six more months, and it is impossible to pass you off as a man with, with all of this," she said pointing out my tits, my ass, my slender waist and legs, and then towards my feminine facial features. "I suppose you're right. I better try and get used to it." "That's my baby. Tomorrow I want you to get up before I leave and we will take a swim in the pool to get your muscles back into shape. Okay?" "Okay sweetheart," I said. She pinched my ass and said, "Let's get in bed then, shall we?" Part Five The following morning after our swim, in which she dressed me in a one piece swimsuit, we showered together and I changed into a pair of tight cotton underwear, they she said were called 'boy shorts'. I slipped into a matching tank top in black that fit my chest perfectly. I found a pair of cute little black socks with bows and slid them on my feet. My hair was a mess, so Kristen sat me down at her vanity and brushed it out. It was just barely past my shoulders now, and she pulled it up taut in a pony tail and affixed it with a rubber band. "Would you grab us a bagel while I dress?" she asked. "Of course," I said, pecking her cheek. I trotted off downstairs, feeling much better after stopping my twelve times daily dosage of pain killers (it had been 36 hours since my last dose). I felt like I was floating through the kitchen, so vibrant and full of energy. I heard Kristen's hair dryer whining upstairs. I was returning with the bagels and coffee, and half-way up the stairway when I heard the door bell ring. I ran up and got my wife. "Honey! Someone is at the door!" "Okay baby, wait here, I'll answer it." I heard her let in Samantha, our next door neighbor, and heard them talking in the living room. They worked together, so I figured they were talking about that, so I waited for several minutes, and then closed the door to the bathroom, locking it. I went to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I was a very attractive woman, I saw. And every one of the marks from any surgery were invisible now. I looked absolutely like a 'Michelle.' I saw her cache of cosmetics and began applying them to my face, I pretty much knew what it all was, and what it was for, and I was very careful, so it went on with ease. I then took out her curling iron and warmed it up. I pulled my ponytail to one side and wrapped sections of hair around it, giving it some body. I pulled off the black tank top and slipped on Kristen's pink spaghetti strapped halter tank. I picked up a pink floral barrette and slipped it into my hair. I felt very erect, but noticed nothing but the bare spot of my crotch. I once again peered at my image in the mirror, and was in awe at the beautiful woman I had become. I gathered myself and exited the bathroom, walking downstairs where I heard my wife and neighbor still talking. When I stepped off the last stair my wife met my eyes with wide eyes, and an open mouth, she was in awe. Part Six Samantha then saw me and smiled broadly. "You must be Michelle!" "Yes," I replied, as femininely as possible, and apparently it was good enough. "Michelle is going to stay with me while Mike is back home closing up his business. I don't know what I would do without her," my wife said. "I told Kristen to take the day off since you just flew in, that way you two can have a nice three-day weekend. But, you have to promise to come to my party Saturday?" She asked, turning to Kristen. "We wouldn't miss it," my wife told her. "Well, I better get to work, nice to meet you Michelle. I'll see you two on Saturday," she said while Kristen showed her out. "Well, you sure look good!" Kristen held. "I was just playing around," I said. "You sure did a good job darling. Let's go shopping, shall we?" We went upstairs where we touched up our makeup and brushed our hair before getting dressed. Looking at her standing next to me, and then at my own reflection, I realized we could be sisters, for we were both incredibly beautiful. Her breasts were perfect. I was truly married to a gorgeous woman and, it looked as if she were too. "Let me do your nails, no self-respecting woman has nails like that." She said sarcastically. "Why not just go to a nail salon?" I offered. "That's a wonderful idea!" She smiled. We rode in her car to a nearby nail salon, where I was treated to a full manicure and pedicure. The nail technician applied a fake nail to each finger, which she filed smooth and painted a rich pink hue. She completed my toes in the same color after the pedicure. Kristen also had hers done but in a sexy red shade. I was then treated to a full makeover. I was treated to false curled eyelashes and mascara was then applied. My eyelids were shadowed in a light pink, and my lips colored a 'city pink'. My cheeks were blushed and my eyebrows tweezed, waxed and colored. The lady then used a gun to pierce my ears and two ear rings were placed in each lobe, a stud and a hoop. "Now let's go shopping," Kristen declared. I agreed. Part Seven "First we need to get you some undergarments." Kristen said as we entered the mall. "Let's go to Victoria's." We went into Victoria's Secret and found a saleswoman who led us to the proper sections and Kristen took over from there. She seemingly grabbed one of everything, much to the sales lady's delight. "We will get a size larger to allow some breathing room, except for the panties, which will be a size smaller," Kristen whispered into my ear, and then winked. We bought panties, bras, hosiery, tanks, shorts, pants, jeans, skirts, dresses, pant suits, shoes, and tons of lingerie. Bustier, corsets, baby-dolls, night gowns, pajamas and twin sets. We left the store with eight bags apiece. After taking those to the car, we returned to several department stores. We bought more dresses. Formal, casual and summer dresses. Skirts and pants of all shapes and styles. Shoes of all styles, and more hose and garters. Finally we paused and had a bite to eat. "Okay, here is the credit card, go buy anything you want, okay?" Kristen said after lunch. I nodded approval. "I will go get something from me to you, and you go get something for you too. We will meet here in an hour," she said. "Okay," I said, pecked her cheek, and went to browse. I came to a store that carried soaps and body lotions and got some things. Then I found a beauty supply store and bought everything that Michelle would need. There was no way I could carry it all so the manager offered to deliver it, to which I readily agreed. I went back to Kristen and we went home to try on my new wardrobe. I loved all of my new clothes. We hung most of it up in the largest spare bedroom's walk-in closet. We filled the drawers, as well as the shoe cubicles. When Kristen heard the knock on the door she seemed surprised. "Who could that be? Stay here, I'll be right back." "Michelle?" I heard from downstairs. I went down. I saw several people walking out with hand trucks and saw the piles of boxes in the foyer. "Did you buy all of this?" Kristen asked. "Well, I bought some stuff at the Beauty Supply in the mall." "Let's open it," she said with a smile. We opened every box, and she was stunned. "Baby, there's a whole salon in here," she said. "I didn't realize I ordered all this." "Really?" she said smirking with a sarcastic tone. "Well, can I do your hair then sweetheart?" I asked. "I would love that so much," she purred. I continued carrying everything upstairs while she put it all away in the cabinets and drawers of the bathroom. The two bonnet hairdryers she left sitting in the hallway by our bedroom door. Part Eight Kristen filled a bottle with water and sat me down in the chair in front of her. She sprayed my hair full until it was dripping on the towel she had laid around my shoulders. She brushed my hair down with a fine comb, and then pulled up several sections and pinned them down. She pulled out small, pink brush rollers and pressed one against a strand of hair before rolling it tightly to my head and pinning it. She rolled another and pinned it to the first, after five small rollers had been bound to me, she slid a pick through all of them, and repeated section after section. She had one section left in the front. My head was full of the tight little pink curlers, the blonde hair shining over them. She made eight little rolls in the front, creating a part. My head was full of more than seventy curlers according to the six empty packages. Kristen pulled out a bottle and poured it over my rollers. "This is setting lotion, to keep your curls lasting longer. Just let me wrap this net around your curlers, and tie it, and then it's my turn." She did, as said. I rose and she sat down in front of me, and I repeated everything she had just done to me. Trying to do it exactly the same way, fumbling every so often and repeating it anew. I wrapped her silky hair in all of the blue rollers like mine, and she said to just use pink ones in the front. I replicated my own wrapped bangs on her forehead. I doused her with setting lotion, tied a net around her roller filled head and we went to our bedroom. She slipped my panties off and I slid into bed as she propped up the pillows behind me. She placed the dryer on the night stand, plugged it in, wrapped the bonnet around my head, plugged in the hose on the back side and turned it on high. She set hers up the same, turned on the big screen television, hooked up her bonnet and slipped it on before sliding next to me in the bed. We adjusted the covers to get closer, and I felt her hand caressing my breast, and then move to my hardening nipple. My erection grew and grew, until I could not take it anymore. I slid up and over, on top of her, feeling the tube of the dryer slide with, and over me. I pulled her nightgown down, over her silky thighs and off over her feet, and then spread her legs apart inside her knees and I kissed my way down her inner thigh as she grasped my bonnet in her hands repeatedly. I felt the rush of hot air over me when she would squeeze it. I tongued her lips as she quivered with delight, and she pulled me up and laid me back onto the bed. She fixed my tube behind me and pulled up my pink silky night shirt over my throbbing member. She wrapped her mouth over me and sucked gently. I felt her rollers with one hand, and rubbed a stiff nipple on my new breast with the other. I then thought of my own roller filled head, felt her grasp my ass with one hand and a breast with the other, and exploded into her mouth. I heard her swallow, and then lay on top of me, kissing my flat stomach. I fell asleep feeling her bonnet inflate with air into my hard breasts. I awoke several hours later. I felt Kristen still atop of me so I moved her gently to the side as my stomach was hot. I stood up and removed the bonnet from my head, setting it down and turning it off. My head felt hot and sweaty, but cold at the same time. I walked around to her side and did the same and then climbed back into bed, pulling her close to me. I never stirred until 9 the next day. Part Nine When my eyes opened I saw her leaning over me, smiling broadly. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. "Thank you for turning those off last night." "It got so hot, I had to." "Come downstairs, breakfast is ready." I followed her downward to the breakfast room. She had made crepes filled with fruit and yogurt, and had mimosas ready. We ate on our new deck overlooking the large bay. "Samantha called and told me she forgot to tell me it was a costume party at her house tonight, so we need to go and pick up rentals at one of the places she recommended. This kind of sounds like fun." She winked. We finished off breakfast and went upstairs, where we removed each other's rollers and had sex once we were finished. I dressed in a yellow cotton bra and panty set, a short black tube skirt, a white blouse and black slip on pumps. I teased my hair in the mirror and applied my makeup. Kristen marveled at my appearance, telling me I did wonderful makeup. We hopped in her car and went to the costume store. Part Ten "What do you want to be, since it's your first costume party?" "I don't know, recommend something." "How about this? Little Red Riding Hood?" "No, I want something sweet and innocent." "Here. This is perfect." She held up a little yellow gingham dress with small puffy ruffled sleeves, little white cups for the breasts and a petticoat that was about mid thigh. "Yes! I love it!" I shrieked. "Now lets get you something. "You pick it out," she told me. "I think it would be so cute, if you wore this," I said, holding out a blue one similar to mine. "Perfect! Lets go pay and go home and try them on." We paid and Kristen stopped by the mall where I was treated to a full makeup consultation at Nordstrom's and we bought a grand's worth of cosmetics. After getting home we realized the party was in two hours so we decided to get dressed right then. Kristen brushed my hair out straight and then pulled my hair up at the sides and created two ponytails tied in yellow ribbon to match my dress. She brushed hers out lightly and slipped a blue hair band into her slightly curly hair to match her dress. We stared at ourselves in the mirror, toying with our reflections, and we both had purses that were little teddy bears, mine brown, hers white. We looked like little schoolgirls. My hair in pigtails, hers in wavy locks. Little matching silk bows atop our stocking hose, the ties on the front of our corseted torsos falling onto the fronts of our poofing dresses from the petticoats. Our breasts filling out the cotton linen above the gingham material. We decided at the store, naturally, to just buy them to keep, and wear again. "I love it!" I told her. "Me too. Lets go get a few drinks inside us." We went down to the deck and poured some wine from the bar by the pool. I couldn't help reaching under her skirt and feeling her gorgeous rear clad in soft silky panties. She did the same to me. "You are the most beautiful woman on the planet," I told her. "No, I think you are." She smiled and winked. We kissed for what seemed like ten minutes. Then she set her glass on the railing, and then mine after taking it. Then she slipped her panties down followed by mine. She slid my rock hardness into her wet pussy, and slid up and down as I kissed her neck. I soon came deep inside her, grasping her ass firmly as I did. "Mmmm," I purred. "That was even better than before, Michelle baby," she panted. "I feel like her now. And, it feels really good. I like it," I confessed. "I do too," she said, pulling one of my breasts out of its confinement and suckling it. She squeezed her pussy tightly around me, in which I came again. After we cleaned up we went next door to the party. Part Eleven It seemed that everyone at the party was a woman, and beautiful at that. There were a few men, but they seemed dainty, and were very flamboyant. I assumed them to be gay. I found it ironic that I was more masculine than they were but looked like a very feminine female. Samantha introduced us to a few of the people, and we made our way out to the deck. We met a couple who owned a salon in town, they were both beautiful, and also lesbians. They introduced themselves as Sarah and Tammy Cox. I then realized our State's same-sex marriage laws and realized that they were indeed, married. Kristen told them she and her husband Michael had just moved in next door, and she pointed to our house, though it wasn't very visible through the thicket of trees. She added I had gone back to New York, tying up some loose ends. She introduced me as Michelle, her husband's sister, and best friend since we were little girls. The couple offered us a tab of ecstasy, which Kristen took immediately, and placed the other one on my tongue, so I chased it with a sip of Martini. "Why don't you two come to the salon? It would be our treat," Sarah asked. "We would love to," I said. Kristen pinched my ass. "With those pretty green eyes you would look stunning a few shades blonder, and maybe a little bit of curl in it. You are gorgeous!" "Thank you," I said, blushing. Kristen grasped my ass hard. We continued to mingle through the party, and met some very interesting people. Restaurant and bar owners, clothing designers, beauticians, models, actresses, doctors, lawyers. Kristen and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and the ecstasy I had taken was taking full effect, I was definitely peaking. Everything felt extraordinary, my breasts, my ass, everything tingled. "I haven't taken X for years, and it never felt like this." "I know, I want to buy some," my wife admitted. "Okay," I said. "Buy some." We used the restroom and freshened up in a powder area before returning downstairs. Upon reaching the top of the stairs we noticed several lesbian couples making out in a small living room. More were half- dressed in another including Sarah and Tammy. Sarah spotted me and winked, I smiled. We stayed a while longer, everyone commenting on our costumes, which took first place in the voting results of the contest. We won a ski trip for two to Whistler, British Columbia. I was more excited than Kristen about that and around two o'clock we returned home. Part Twelve "I can't believe we won the best costume contest," Kristen said. "I can, we look adorable, every woman in there wanted to rip these clothes off us. Didn't you notice?" "Yes, I did," she said, slipping my shoulder straps over and pulling my dress down to reveal my breasts. She slipped the dress down over my rear and it fell to the floor. She slipped hers off and pulled the comforter back before we climbed in. I ran my hand under her panties and ran my finger across her warm and moist slit. She stiffened next to me. Her legs spread open instinctively so I climbed on top of her and slipped her panties down over her feet and pulled her knees apart. I ran my tongue across the inside of her inner thigh until I reached her small patch of hair. I pushed both hands under her rear and grasped the creases of her wondrous ass. I took in the sensual aroma of her pussy and anus, my penis throbbed harder at the onset of the heavenly stimuli. I licked her lips gently as she quivered in pleasure. She ran her fingers through my hair incessantly and she came in an instant. She lay motionless before me, unable to speak, so I just snuggled up beside her. "Give me a minute, " she said between breaths, "Oh my goodness." I lay next to her quietly, feeling her breasts rising and falling under my arm with her every deep breath of air. She turned to me and kissed me. "That was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had." She wrapped a leg over me and pulled my panties down to reveal my stiffness and slid it into her. She was almost too hot inside, which only added to my pleasure. She rode me until I achieved climax and just kept going. I remained hard for another twenty minutes as she rode harder, and harder. She flung her hair over me and ran the tip of her tongue across my hardened nipples. She pulled up and pressed her breasts into my face, and we came together. Long, long, and hard. Part Thirteen The next morning I awoke feeling her body on top of me. I then realized that I was still inside of her. I soon became erect and she pulled her head up, looking deep into my eyes, and smiled the largest smile I had ever seen on her face. I rolled her over onto her back and resumed our sex from the night before. We were completely covered in dried juices from the night before, but one knows how love is, so we enjoyed it all the same. After climaxing we showered together and toweled off. "What shall we do today honey?" Kristen asked. "How about we go pick out some new ski outfits?" "Okay! We will be little ski-bunnies!" she shrieked. I looked through my new things and chose what outfit to wear. I rolled up a pair of pink hose over my smooth legs, slipped into a pink lace bra and matching tight panties, slid up a pair of tight white pants that just hugged my curves perfectly, and finished it off with a tight pink halter top that hugged my new tits. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and tied it with a black rubber band. After dabbing on some makeup Kristen gave me a string of pearls and earrings to match. We had a quick bite to eat and went shopping once again. The suits we picked out were big and fluffy. Hers was a powder blue with white trimming, and mine a pale pink with white trim. We stopped and had brunch and talked about when we would go on our trip. I noticed the name of the salon across the street and pointed it out to Kristen, as she said she knew and had their card and would set up an appointment the following Friday for late afternoon and take off of work early. We returned home and put away the new clothes before retiring to bed early. She had an important meeting early the next morning. Part Fourteen When I awoke the next morning Kristen wasn't next to me, as it was already eight, and I hoped she had left for her nine o'clock meeting. I got out of bed and found a note from my bride on the bathroom mirror, it read: Michelle, my love, I will be home around six and we will go out for dinner and a movie. Have fun today, there is a present on the table by the front door. I will always Love you! No matter what, Kristen. J I went to the table by the front door and found one of her purses laying there. I opened it and found a wallet, which I immediately opened. It had a driver's license with my picture, as Michelle, with my date of birth, weight, height, eye color and all. It also contained several credit cards and a lot of cash, as well as the keys to her convertible. I looked into the garage and noticed she had taken my jeep. What should I do today I wondered? I ate breakfast, showered and dressed. I wore a pink halter top, white skirt and white hose, with a pair of pink pumps. I pinned my hair back in a makeshift ponytail and dabbed on light makeup. I went to the car with my new purse and identity. I just drove around through the hills for an hour or so, feeling the wind blowing my blonde hair behind me, and the wisps of air stiffening my nipples under the tight halter-top. When a gush of air blew my hair into my face I knew what I wanted so I went there. I knew exactly where it was and parked right up in front. The Surreal Salon, the marquis said, I walked in and saw Tammy at the counter talking to a woman. She noticed me and gave a little wave. I stood in the waiting area, admiring the curves of Kristen's Corvette convertible on the bustling street outside. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to find Tammy. "What brings you here?" "I was wondering if you could do something with my hair." "Of course! That's what I'm here for," she said. "What's on your mind?" "I want it longer, I hate it this short. I had it cut and I can't wait to grow it out." "Well, we can put in some extensions." "Really?" "Sure. But I will need to color it afterwards to blend it." "Let's do it!" I said enthusiastically. "Let me get someone to take my appointments and I will do it myself, wait here, or, just come with me." I followed her through the salon. She stopped and asked a young girl to take me to the back and give me a thorough shampooing right before she went and talked to another woman. The young woman wrapped a vinyl cape around me and sat me down and massaged my head for several minutes before Tammy returned and rinsed me. She wrapped my head in a towel and took me to a chair in the very front of the salon. People were walking by on the street not ten feet from me on the other side of the all glass wall. She brushed my hair down with a fine comb to its full length just past my shoulders. "How long would you like it Michelle?" "I want it long, maybe here?" I said, pointing to my very lower back. "Okay, now, how about color?" "Well, Sarah mentioned the other night at the party that I would look good a few shades lighter, let's try that. I can always change it." "That's my girl!" she said eagerly. "Just sit back and relax." She and an assistant began poking and pulling my head and hair. They spent over an hour working on me. She caught my quizzical look and said, "Don't worry Michelle, the new hair is only darker now so I can see if it looks natural, remember, we will color it all one color." I just smiled, and continued watching my new head of hair take shape. There were new strands of hair that added at least twenty-four inches of length to my already thirteen inch locks. It was almost brown in color, and I looked odd having blonde and then brown ends. Tammy brushed my hair out while spraying it with water until it was long and wet. She peered at the hair with a magnifying glass and announced it perfect. She asked me to rise and when I did I noticed that about ten women were watching the whole thing on the sidewalk on the other side of the large glass window. I blushed a little at the attention. I followed Tammy to the rear of the salon once again and sat back in the shampoo chair with my head leaning into the basin of the backwash. She ran cold water through my hair and the young girl came in with a bowl and three bottles. Tammy opened the bottles and poured them into the bowl. "Now Michelle, I have to ask you these questions by law, have you ever had your hair colored before?" "No." "Are you pregnant?" "No." "Okay, ready to go blonde?" "Yes." She poured the contents of the bowl over each and every hair on my head. She then rubbed a paste deep into my hair and pulled it all up and wrapped my head in a plastic hair cap. She helped me up and sat me in a domed dryer in the corner of the room where I joined another woman. She patted my hand and said she would be right back. My head soon got very hot in the confines of the dryer. I felt sweat build on my brow. She returned in just a few minutes and brought me back to the shampoo chair where she rinsed me and shampooed me once again. I was wrapped in another towel and we made our way back to the salon chair. My head felt ten pounds heavier, and the women on the other side of the window were still mingling on the sidewalk to see the finished me. "Oh Michelle, you are going to love it, ready?" "Yes," I said as she pulled the towel from my head to reveal my new mane which was now almost three times as long as it was upon entering. I loved it! Tammy began brushing it out and it lengthened more. It was a few shades lighter as well. "So, how would the lovely Michelle like it styled today?" "Well, Kristen and I are having dinner tonight, so how about something elegant, yet, sexy?" "How about some curls?" "Yes! I've always wondered what I would look like with a perm, but I do not want to commit to curls full-time, could you set it, as if?" "Of course! How about a tight set on perm rods?" "Perfect!" "Okay, let me get Sarah to help," she said, and told her assistant to get a roller cart before trotting off. While I waited I admired my new hair much to the delight of the women outside. "Don't mind them, they don't have the nerve to come in here and take the plunge as you have," Sarah said when she walked up and pecked me on the cheek. "You look absolutely gorgeous!" "Thank you," I said, demurely. "Tammy said you have a big date tonight?" "Kristen and I are going out to dinner." "Where?" "I don't know. Probably someplace special, knowing her." "You two seem awfully close for sister-in-laws," she told me accusingly, as they sectioned my hair off. "Well, we are very close, we've been best friends since we were little girls, but then she met my brother, fell in love, and married him." "What is he like?" "He's a great guy, but he's a guy, you know?" "Yes," she replied as she and Tammy each worked on a section. "Tammy and I got married three years ago, and have loved every minute of it. I was actually married to a guy when we met, but fell head over heels when I met her." She confided, leaning over to kiss Tammy. "I could have sworn when we met you and Kristen that you two were lovers," Tammy said. "We were, well, we are. But I hate to break up my brother's marriage, even though I love her." "That's a predicament," Sarah said. They had filled the rear of my head with rods and now worked on the sides. "I actually called one of my brother's old girlfriends and told her he would be back in town alone for a while, I just hope they get together so Kristen and I can be together. After the party the other night, that ecstasy really made for a wonderful night when we got back to her place," I told them as they wrapped new strands of hair in a paper, placed the rod beneath it, pulled it to the end and rolled the curler down tight to my scalp. Most of my head was now done but for two sections in the front. "I think you two were made for each other. You looked so sweet in your little maiden costumes," Sarah said. "I just loved your cowgirl chaps you two wore, I wanted to reach out and rub your tushes in those chaps." I told them, picturing it in my mind. "You two ought to dress like that in the salon?" "We would never get any work done!" Tammy laughed. "All done, let's get you under a dryer," Sarah said. They brought me to a row of dryers and placed me under a dome with the heat and air flow on high. I was handed a glass of wine and a booklet on perming. I felt the tightness of the rollers digging into my scalp, looked at my thin legs crossed in front of me poking out from the skirt, sipped the wine, and read all about how hair is made to be permanently curly. I decided I would do it on day. Tammy came over and checked my hair, she then sprayed something onto each roller and placed the dome back down over me. I asked for something else to read and she said: "What, you didn't care for this?" she asked, pointing to the perm material. "I love it! I just might do it soon." She winked and handed me a Cosmo as I sat and continued drying. By the time she retrieved me it was an hour later and almost three o'clock, and I had read most of the magazine, gawking over several dresses. "Time to take those out darling," Tammy said. We went back to my usual chair and they began removing all of the little yellow rollers. Little ringlets were left in their wake. I soon had a head full of little curls. The weight of each tress of hair pulled them down to the middle of my back. Sarah worked them out with her fingers and pinned several away from my face with bobby pins. I looked gorgeous, and felt the same. "I love it!" I shrieked. "You look fabulous!" Tammy told me. "How much do I owe you?" I asked. "Nothing at all, it was our pleasure," Sarah said. "No!" I said, shocked. "Yes! And here," she said, handing me a little bag, "here is some more of those pills to make tonight special." "Thank you!" I said, standing and hugging them both. "I must take you two to dinner sometime, give me your number and I will call!" "Okay!" I got their home phone number, thanked them profusely and left. A few of the women who had gathered out front to watch commented on my new found beauty, if they only knew how new it was! I climbed in Kristen's car and put the top up as Sarah had asked me to, so my hair would stay like it was, and sped home. I did make one stop, at a jewelry store. Part Fifteen I parked in the garage and went in wondering what I would wear to dinner. I went upstairs and picked out a sexy pink evening gown with matching pink heels and purse. I chose a pink choker necklace and matching earrings. It was already five-thirty and I knew Kristen would soon be home, so I dressed and went downstairs and chilled a bottle of wine over ice and waited on the deck for her to arrive. I drank two glasses before I heard her pull in the drive. I poured hers and met her in the kitchen. "Hi sweetheart, I had such a long day," she said before seeing me. "Oh my God! You look gorgeous! Your hair! Oh my god! Your hair!" she screamed, dropping her things and running to me. "I love it!" she said, scrunching it in her hands. "I went and visited Tammy and Sarah today." "So I can see." "Do you like it?" "Do I like it? I love it!" she said, hugging me. "I'll go get ready, be right back beautiful," she said, kissing my cheek and running upstairs. I called Sarah and Tammy's place. I apologized for calling, but then asked where we should go out. They gave me several options, so I phoned a limo service and they told me they would be there in an hour or less. It took Kristen another forty-five minutes to get ready and I had a glass of wine waiting when she came out on the deck. She wore a very sexy black cocktail dress with strapped heels and a necklace that covered her throat. Her hair was all pulled back and curled in tiny ringlets. I kissed her deeply for a few minutes and heard the horn in the driveway. "Who could that be?" she wondered aloud. "Come, our driver is here," I said, taking her arm in mine, locking the house, and climbing into the limousine. We pulled into the drive of the restaurant and were let out, the driver said they would wait. The maitre'd sat us in a quiet booth and we ordered an expensive bottle of wine. "You look so gorgeous honey!" Kristen exclaimed. "I feel gorgeous too." "You like this, don't you?" "Yes, I have to admit it, I do." "I think this might be fate, how about you?" "Maybe." "Think about it. You have written several books under the surname Susan Shaw, they were both very successful novels. Your others were good, the ones written as Michael, but not as deep as those. The mistaken identity happened, you seem to really like it baby." "I do." I told her. "What if I said..." "That you wanted to stay, stay as Michelle?" "Yes." "I would say yes, I would love you to stay Michelle forever." "Really?" "Absolutely!" She said, with a huge smile on her face. "Before we met, in college, I had a girlfriend, two actually. I almost swore off men. Then I met you. You were, are, so sweet, understanding, sensitive, passionate, loving. I knew you were the one. I just, at one point I wished you were a woman, because I knew we would always be together. So I swore off women. And only loved you. Then, when the mix-up happened, I went home and thought for those three nights you were in the hospital and hoped it would be permanent. Now, I really want it to be forever." "Me too. I just hope you understand why I want this." "Why?" "Because it feels right. I think I was really a lesbian trapped in a man's body. Now I finally feel free." "Be free. With me." "I will," I said, a small tear forming in my eye. "Oh, my love, don't cry, be happy." "I am, that's a tear of joy." We finished our dinner and had the limo drive us to a scenic overlook above the city in the lower mountains. I laid a blanket on the ground at a perfect spot away from the limo. I held my wife Kristen in my arms tightly. She would lean into me often, seeking kisses. I moved in front of her, taking her hand in mine. "Kristen? I know that we are already married, but don't you think that you and Michelle should consummate your love as well," I asked, slipping the ring I had bought onto her finger. I saw the her eyes welling up with emotion. "Yes, I do, Michelle."