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A foreword from the author. I've noticed, in the comments on this
story, that there seems to be a question about why i emphasize some
words in capital letters. All I can say about it is that I write the
way I speak, for the most part. The words capped, seem to require BEING
capped, to me. If this causes you any inconvenience, I have two
alternatives for you. Either deal with it, or (and I'd rather none of
you DID this) stop reading the story. The use of the caps is not going
to change. It's idiosyncratic of my writing style, right or wrong.
If you choose to continue reading, and are caught doing so, the
secretary will disavow any knowledge of...wait, that's from something
else. Well, you understand, I hope. Happy reading. Cathy_t_
HEADLIGHTS GIRL PART 10
I slept, as they say, the sleep of the dead. I slept as I've never
slept before, peacefully, without nightmares. I slept with sweet dreams
and, when I awoke, it was around 9A.M. I could faintly hear, through
the open window, the sounds of birds, and kids at play, and somewhere
off in the distance, a lawn mower.
The house was quiet and I just lay there, luxuriating in the bed,
feeling as I had never felt before. Messages coming into my brain from
my body, were telling me that I was young, healthy and female. Well, I
WAS female, at least for the next three years. Surprisingly that
thought didn't seem to have the effect it might have had, or maybe
SHOULD have had. I'd made a conscious decision to play this role, and I
actually felt good about it, for the first time since this whole,
strange journey began. I had no regrets, no reservations, no qualms
whatsoever. I attribute a lot of that to the programming on the tapes,
but a lot of it was due to the fact that I had finally accepted this
female guise.
Somehow, through the process of freaking out yesterday, the
conversation I had with Eric and Nancy, and my own sense of fair play
and honor, all the misgivings and fears I'd had, were gone. I
concentrated on those messages from my body, and although they were
different from any messages I'd ever received before, they weren't
unwelcome. It seemed that, having accepted, even embraced, the finality
of my decision, I'd come to be at peace within this female shell, and I
felt great! I lazily caressed my breasts, the nipples standing at
attention the moment I touched them, sending a shiver through my whole
being. How wonderful!
Knowing I had work ahead of me, I managed to tear my hands away from my
body and I strrreeeeetched, one of those whole body stretches where
every muscle in your body gets involved. Finally, I threw back the
covers and sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, to the
floor. Feeling around with my toes, I located my slippers and slipped
them on. I stood up, stretched again, grabbed a robe from the back of
my bedroom door and shrugged into it.
How can I describe the feeling of that robe, of those pajamas on my
smooth, silky skin? How can I describe the feeling of being perched on
three inch high heeled slippers, knowing that I'd be wearing them for
the foreseeable future? Well, I can't. Not completely. There's no way
to describe things like that to anyone who hasn't experienced them. It
would be like trying to explain color to someone born blind, Beethoven
to someone born deaf. Now I'm not saying that I felt as if I had been
missing anything as Jimmy. On the contrary. My life as a male had been
good, and I'd never had any reason to wonder about how it felt to be a
woman, of how women felt about themselves, their bodies.
Now, feeling how different it was as a woman, from how I had felt as a
male, there was almost a feeling that I had missed out on something.
Frankly, I'd never felt more alive, more vital than I felt that
morning. I guess the one thing I can point to, the one big difference
was that I was fully awake the moment I opened my eyes. As Jimmy, I had
never been a morning person. It usually took two or three Pepsis(TM)
before I felt ready to face the day. (Remember, I never was a coffee
drinker, either)
I swayed my way into the bathroom and removed a large towel from the
cabinet, closing and locking the door behind me. I couldn't have Eric
walking in on me while I showered now, could I? Giggling, I undressed
and got the shower running. I found a shower cap and tucked my hair up
under it, making sure I got all the strands safely in there. I had
washed my hair last night and I didn't want to have to do that this
morning. Once that was done, and the water temperature was checked, I
stepped into the shower and began cleaning the night dirt from my body.
NOW was the time when the differences in Holly's body made themselves
apparent. Smooth hairless skin, protrusions where none had ever been
before, an indentation where once there was a protrusion, and the
FEELINGS coming from those areas. Soft, sensual, sexy feelings that, if
I wasn't careful, would take me places I'd never been before, I knew
that.
While caressing myself with the soap, my mind began to drift a bit and
I found myself daydreaming of a lover's touches. A strange tension
began to build within me, one I'd never experienced before. I went with
those feelings and continued touching myself, becoming more intimate as
I went. Before long, my fingers encountered that secret place between
my legs and a jolt went through my whole body when I first touched
myself down there. The imaginary lover in my mind underwent a
transmogrification and, instead of picturing myself with a woman, as I
HAD been doing, there was instead, a MAN there in my mind. He was
caressing me, touching me, taking me somewhere I'd never been before,
but one I WANTED to go to, desperately!
I felt the tension build, and build, and somewhere in there, I inserted
a finger where no finger had ever gone before. WOW! What was THAT? I
withdrew the finger, fearing that I'd hurt myself with my long nail,
but no, there was no blood, no skin that shouldn't have been there. Now
there was a feeling of being empty down there. The tension began to
fade a bit and I didn't want it to, so I slowly, carefully, re-inserted
the finger, looking for that spot again. THERE! There it was! That
sudden jolt. Now there was a need and I gave in to it. My other hand
began caressing my breasts and the tension increased. As I rubbed and
pinched my nipples, I felt the tension go higher and higher.
Accompanied my finger sliding slowly in and out of that indentation
between my legs, I felt something beginning to build. I added another
finger in there and that tension went higher and higher until, all of a
sudden, I felt like I'd fallen off the edge of a cliff.
I floated there for a second, and then I began shaking, shivering,
almost convulsing! It scared me a bit, but it felt SO good that I
couldn't have stopped myself if I'd WANTED to, which I didn't. So THIS
was a female orgasm! WOW! NEVER could I have imagined that it felt THIS
good for a woman. My knees slowly gave way and I slid down the shower
wall to end up sitting on the floor of the tub. Every muscle in my body
seemed to have relaxed, but then, there was another jolt, and another,
and ANOTHER! In between each jolt there was a slight buildup, and then
a release. My mind seemed to go into a dream state, and I just sat
there, drained, feeling very good and very relaxed.
?WHEW!' I thought to myself, when I was ABLE to think again. That was
intense! That was amazing! That was...about that time another thought
inserted itself into my mind. That thought was, "If simple masturbation
was that good, what would it be like with a real live MAN doing those
things to me?" And then, BANG! My mind hit a kind of wall. My eyes
opened wide and I got frightened! ?What the hell was I thinking about?
I WAS a man, just a couple of days before! How could I even be thinking
about letting another man have his way with me?'
Well, that sobered me up quickly and I quickly stood up to finish my
shower. Rinsing off, I shut off the water and reached outside the
shower door for the towel. Finding it, I quickly patted myself dry and
stepped out of the tub, taking off the shower cap at the same time. I
tossed the cap in the sink, and wrapped the towel around my body as I
had seen women do. I gathered up my night clothing from the floor of
the bathroom and, opening the door, I scurried back to my bedroom,
again closing and locking the door behind me. I hung the towel on the
back of the doorknob, and turned to survey my body in the full length
mirror on the wall.
Yep. No doubt about the fact that I was now a full fledged woman. Long,
curly, soft hair topped a face that could have launched a thousand
ships. Beneath that a body calculated to drive MEN to distraction and
lust. Large, firm breasts, a narrow waist that flared out into what
could only be called child bearing hips. Then, there it was. That
?secret place'. That place where life could emerge from. That place
that every man wants to get into. I stared at it. I examined it, as
best I could without starting things up all over again. The hair there
was soft and silky, not at all like the hair down there was, when I was
Jimmy. Amazing. From there long smooth, gorgeous legs ended in the
cutest feet I had ever seen, painted toenails at their terminus just
served to reinforce the total feminine package that was staring back at
me from that mirror.
I could feel that panic begin to build again. That feeling that this
wasn't right. I shouldn't look like this. I'm a MAN for God's sake! By
sheer force of will, I forced those panicky feelings back down inside
me. I was NOT going to let them take me over again! I couldn't stop
thinking about this, but I was not going to let it get the best of me
again. Finally succeeding at quelling those feelings, I moved away from
the mirror and began to get dressed for the day.
Picking out a matching bra and panty set, I then moved to the closet. I
found a pair of jeans that hadn't been there the day before and which
looked new. I figured that Eric must have gotten them for me. ?How
sweet!' I remember thinking. I tossed everything on the bed and
searched through the closet for a blouse or a top. Finding a light
yellow, spaghetti strapped pullover, I added it to the pile on the bed.
I took my nightclothes and towel, and deposited them in a hamper near
the closet. Then I returned to the bed to begin dressing.
I had performed this task every day since donning this bodysuit, but it
seemed to feel more sensual this morning, more intimate. The panties,
as I slid them slowly up my legs to my hips, felt particularly soft and
sexy. The bra, which I put on backwards for ease of operation, then
slid around to insert my arms into the straps and settle my breasts
into the cups, felt comforting and very nice against my still over
sensitive nipples. I looked over into the mirror again and I got one of
those full body shivers. You know the ones? Where, for no apparent
reason, your whole body just clenches up and shivers all over for a
second or two? I turned from the mirror and got into those jeans. DAMN!
They were TIGHT! It took a lot of tugging and jumping up and down
(which did interesting things to my breasts, by the way), before I
could get them pulled all the way up to my waist. Then I practically
had to let all my breath out and really PULL to get the button closed
and the zipper up. I thought for a second that Eric must have gotten
the size wrong because they felt like a second (or third?) skin once i
had them all done up, but when I turned to the mirror I knew they were
the right size. They hugged my curves in a way that left no doubt that
I was female. I remembered watching other women, wearing jeans like
those. Watching and admiring the way they defined their bodies. Now _I_
would be the one being watched, admired, desired, lusted after.
Dismissing THOSE thoughts from my mind, I pulled the top over my head
and settled it over my breasts and down to the top of the jeans. One
more look into the mirror showed me that I looked good. I looked
freaking AMAZING!
Well, from there, I sat down at my vanity and began brushing out my
hair. I didn't really think about doing that, it just seemed to be the
thing to do. The long, slow strokes through my silky hair seemed to
calm me and I kept it up for quite a little while. When it looked right
to me, I stopped and surveyed my face. I remember thinking, ?Well, I'm
not going anywhere until later, so a little blush and a touch of pale
lipstick should do just fine.' When I finished with that, I gave my
hair one more quick touch up and put some cute little earrings into the
holes in my ears. A couple of rings, a bracelet, and a necklace that
seemed to match the earrings and I was ready to face the world again,
or at least ready to face the house and Eric.
While I'd been dressing, I'd heard noises outside my room and I assumed
that Eric was up and performing his morning ritual. I heard the shower
running as I passed the bathroom, headed for the kitchen. I decided I
might as well start on some breakfast and I located some eggs, some
bacon, some butter and the bread. I thought I'd whip up some French
toast, so I got the milk out of the fridge and added some to the
several eggs I'd already cracked into a bowl. I started the bacon
cooking and greased another pan for the toast. I noticed that the
coffee pot was already filling so I didn't have to bother with that. I
heard the bathroom door open and I knew that Eric would be out in a few
minutes, so I started the toast cooking.
By the time things were nearing completion, Eric came walking down the
hall to the kitchen and, smelling the food, he said,
"Hey! Breakfast! Great going, Holly. This will be a treat for me. I
haven't had anyone cook for me in a long time. Thanks very much." And
he leaned over and kissed me on my cheek!
Well, I almost dropped the spatula as I stepped back in shock!
"What in the world do you think you're doing Eric?" I almost yelled at
him.
""What do you mean, Holly? All I did is give you a friendly little
smooch on the cheek to thank you for cooking breakfast for us. What's
wrong with that?
"What's WRONG with it? What's WRONG with it? I'll TELL you what's wrong
with it! It's, it's, well it's..." I kind of trailed off and my
thoughts seemed scattered. "Well, it's just not right, Eric, that's
all. I'm not ready for kissing or other stuff yet. Look, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that, well, this morning, in the
shower, I sort of, well what I did was, umm, oh, you know what I did,
don't you?" I was getting frustrated by my inability to express exactly
what was wrong with Eric kissing me, and my embarrassment at having to
try to explain what I'd done in the shower.
Eric backed off a step or two and looked at me, intently. You mean that
you...in the shower this morning...you umm...oh hell! You masturbated?"
I felt my face get very hot and I knew that I was blushing like a
schoolgirl. I busied myself with the food, trying to get myself back
under some kind of control.
"Well, YES, Eric!" I finally retorted. ?That's exactly what I did! I'm
not proud of it. I didn't intend to do it, but that's just what
happened. I'm very ashamed of doing that in there, but it seemed that
once I got started, I couldn't stop! It felt so GOOD, and so different,
and so GOOD...ohhh, I'm so confused!"
I had finished up with the food by that time and as I turned off the
burners on the stove, Eric reached out to me saying,
"Hey. Hey. Don't be ashamed. Don't feel weird or anything about this.
It's perfectly natural for you to explore your new body like that! I'm
surprised you didn't do this in the first day you became Holly. It's
okay, Holly. Everyone does it. It's just that nobody talks about is
all. C'mon, let's have breakfast and talk this through, okay?"
He pulled me into a hug and I just stood there, ashamed, my face
burning, the spatula long forgotten in my hand. After a few seconds, I
just dropped the spatula and put my arms around him, hugging him back.
I buried my face in his shirt and began to cry, softly. Eric made
comforting noises and tried to get me to stop, hugging me even harder.
"Holly," he whispered in my ear. "Come on, it's okay, it's okay. I
EXPECTED this. I was hoping for it! It's the BEST way to find out about
your new body and what it's capable of, and it IS fun, isn't it? I
mean, you did orgasm, right? Jeeze, I HOPE you did! OH man, Holly, is
THAT what this is all about? You didn't orgasm? Hey, that sometimes
happens the first time, Holly. It's nothing to be concerned about. I
can promise you that that body CAN orgasm and HAS orgasmed. It'll come,
no pun intended, just give it some time."
I stopped him right there. Gulping back my tears I corrected him
saying,
"No Eric, That's not it at all! I DID orgasm! It happened SEVERAL
times. It felt SO good, but it shouldn't, should it? I mean, I'm still
a guy under here, aren't I? I shouldn't be feeling like that, like a
well fucked woman, should I?"
Eric took hold of my chin, gently in his fingers and turned my face up
so I was looking in his eyes.
"Holly, Holly. That's EXACTLY how you should feel! That's what that
suit does! That's what all the programming on those tapes is all about!
You're SUPPOSED to feel like a ?well fucked woman' to use your own
words! It's all a part of the adjustment process that'll conclude
Sunday evening when you finally "merge" with the suit and "become"
Holly. You HAVE to go through this so you'll seem completely natural as
a woman. Three years is WAY too long to simply pretend to be a woman.
You have to BE a woman, in your mind and in your emotions, otherwise
you'll look odd, out of place, unnatural. Look, let's eat. The food is
getting cold, and you need some nourishment to get through today.
You've got to go through the tapes again and then we're going out
later. Now SIT your cute butt down in that chair and I'll serve, okay?"
He let me go then, and backed off to get the plates and food. I went
over and sat down where he had indicated I should, grabbing a napkin or
two to dry my tears and blow my nose. Strangely, I felt better about
things after that crying session. I felt cleansed and at ease again,
the way I'd felt getting dressed that morning.
We sat down at the table, and Eric dished up the food I'd prepared. The
bacon got a little bit crisp, and the French toast was, well, dark, but
it didn't taste too bad, and it was filling. Eric did a bit more
talking, though, telling me one or two more things that he knew about
what was happening to me.
"Holly." He began, after getting settled at the table. "I DO know part
of the reason you are so flighty and emotional. I knew it yesterday. As
a matter of fact, I knew it was going to happen, but there was no way
to tell you about it. No way to prepare you for it. You already know
about the programming on the tapes. You even know about the built in
things that the suit possesses, but what you don't know, is this. In
order to ensure a feminine self image, there are certain hormones that
the suit releases, once it's sealed up. They are released in measured
doses, and they serve to build and keep a female mindset, once it's
achieved, which will happen sometime Sunday afternoon after you've
viewed the tapes that day. These hormones do NOT have any lasting or
permanent effect on a person, and once you are out of it for a couple
of days, pretty much everything returns to the point is was at when you
originally put the suit on. These hormones cause your emotions to
become female and keeps them there until you remove the suit. They also
inhibit the growth of any hair inside the suit, so you won't be
bothered by that, and you already know that no hair grows on the
outside of the suit except the hair on your head, your eyebrows and
lashes, and in your genital area, and then it only grows to a certain
length and stops."
He took a few bites of his food and then continued.
"I couldn't and didn't tell you about these hormones because, up until
yesterday, you would have blown a gasket and flipped out on me and I
can't afford to have you do that. As it is, you almost did that anyway,
yesterday. The attitudes and beliefs you held, until yesterday would
have caused you to dump this whole deal and I couldn't have that
happening. Not only for myself, but for you, Holly. I KNOW what you're
going through because I've been through it myself and I've babysat
others who have gone through it as well. Now, having said all that, let
me say this. BEFORE you view the tapes today, I'm going to give you one
last chance to back out of this deal. I still have enough time, barely,
to get back in the suit and get re-acclimated to it before Holly has to
be back at work, Monday. There are NO more surprises. There's nothing I
haven't told you that I know about. Look. I WANT to get my real life
going again. There are a LOT of things I am looking forward to that I
haven't been able to do for the last three years, but if it would mean
you being stuck inside that suit against your will, I'd rather just
forget this whole thing and climb back in, myself. That's all I have to
say about it. All the rest is up to you, but this IS your last chance
to give this up."
Eric stopped speaking and just looked at me, across the table. I sat
there, thinking. Well, there was no way I was going to back out on this
deal now. I'd given my word, and I was going to hold to it, no matter
what. The additional information that Eric had just passed along to me
Was helpful and did explain why I had been so emotional the last couple
of days, and for that, I was grateful. It removed what I considered the
last stumbling block from my path and strengthened my resolve. I didn't
say anything until I finished my breakfast. Then I stood up, put my
dishes in the sink, turned around and hugged Eric around his neck,
kissing him on his cheek, like he had done to me. I said,
"A lot has happened in the last couple of days. You've been a real
friend, mentor, coach and rock for me to hang onto. I want to do this,
and I am NOT going to back out. If all this is what it takes to do this
thing, then I'll just have to learn to deal with it. After all, it's
only for three years, and I'll only age about half that, right? Plus
I'll come out of it with a lot of money and experiences that DAMN few
guys ever get a chance to learn. I already know a lot of stuff that I
not only didn't know, but I didn't even know that I didn't know it!
It's a done deal, Eric. Go and formalize your plans. I'm staying.
Subject closed. Now, you take care of your own dishes AND mine. I'm
going to go potty and then sit down and watch those infernal tapes!"
MORE TO COME IN PART 11. Keep yer shirts on! I'm working as fast as my
poor tired old fingers can type! LOL! Cathy_t_
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