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Purely a Business Arrangement Anna By Lorna Elizabeth Black These are parts two to four of a 4 part story from my short series entitled 'Purely a Business Arrangement'. Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2004 None of this work may be distributed as original by any other person or group. Permission is given to redistribute this work in its entirety and any credit is given to me as the original author. Any resemblance between characters in this work and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Be also advised, some of the storylines contain adult themes including sex. If you are underage or if this offends, then please go elsewhere. The tale continues, where the business flourishes and so do relationships. The story so far - Whether by some action instigated by myself or some plan on behalf of my landlady, I have been persuaded to completely dress in women's clothes. I can honestly say that I enjoyed the experience. My landlady, Janet, then made the proposal that I could rent a spare room as business premises but there was a catch. She said that because of criticism from her relatives about taking in a male lodger, let alone renting a room as business premises to a man, she had come up with the plan that should I now present myself as female, things could be a lot easier. Purely a business arrangement, as she put it. Now read on. Part 2 Chapter 3 Quandaries Janet and I had a few drinks; we talked a little, mainly about her family and the difficulties she was put under by taking in a lodger, me. She never made any further reference to the way I looked or called me by the name Anna, this name she had 'christened' me with. I felt she was allowing me to become comfortable in this new role, this female role. But a decision would have to be made and I really was in a quandary. What should I do? Should I say yes or no? Should I say yes and submit without any fight? Am I Andrew and not Anna? Am I not a man? Should I say no and say I don't want to be dressed like this when in reality I wasn't sure? I had just been given the offer of business premises, which I desperately needed. What I had been asked to do could be considered a small sacrifice to make. So perhaps I should be pragmatic and take the offer. Really, I was in no position to argue. After all I had allowed myself to get into this situation. I was the only one wearing a short red skirt, white blouse, black stockings, high-heeled shoes and lacy underwear. Even Janet wasn't wearing a skirt. She had on trousers and a shirt. Curiosity was now taking over. If I were to accept this offer, would I be expected to be dressed as a woman all the time or was it only for short periods of time, just for appearances sake? Before I could even ask any questions, Janet said, "ather than pressure you into a decision now, why don't you sleep on it and you can give me your decision in the morning." "That's probably a good idea," I replied. "Oh, and by the way, make sure you remove all your makeup before you get into bed." Janet kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight." This was also a first. In all the time I had stayed with Janet, there had never been any physical contact between us. It was a small gesture, but nevertheless it was still a first. Anyway, I made my way to my room and finding I was actually getting quite used to walking in high-heeled shoes. I opened the door to my room; put the light on to see lying on my bed a beautiful long white satin nightdress and on the chair at the side of the bed a matching negligee. There was a note lying on top of the nightdress. It read, Why don't you try it on and see if it fits? Wear it to sleep in, if you want to. Janet. I removed my makeup and my clothes, but I left on my bra and wig and yes, I wore the nightdress in bed that night just to see how it felt, you understand. In the morning, when I awoke, rather than spoil the illusion I had created for myself, I went to the bathroom and sat to relieve myself. I had a very close shave, not trying to look at myself and see someone in a satin nightdress and wig having a shave. After cleaning my teeth, I made my way back to my room, brushed my hair, or should I say my wig, put on the negligee and the women's slippers that seemed to have appeared by my bed and went downstairs for breakfast. As I entered the kitchen, Janet saw me and said, "I think I know what you answer is. It's yes, isn't it?" I nodded my head in reply. "Good," she said. "However I think we've got some planning to do." "What do you mean?" "Well, you know how nosey the neighbours are around here." "Are they?" "Yes, very nosey. I think they would notice if my lodger suddenly changed sex." "Isn't that what's going to happen anyway?" "Yes, but it's got to be seen, for the neighbours benefit, that one person leaves and another arrives." "Well, what do we do about it?" "For a start, I want you to resume your normal daily activity as a man." That statement actually threw me for a moment. I actually felt disappointment at the thought of becoming a man again. Reality then kicked in, I knew, of course that I had to resume my daily life as that man. "We'll talk about this tonight when you come home from work." The rest of the time we sat and ate our breakfast in almost total silence. When finished, I went upstairs to change back into the person I had been all these years instead of the person I had become last night. The day was really dragging. I just couldn't concentrate on work. The thing on my mind was the thought of being in women's clothes again. It just would not escape from my mind. So what I did do for most of that day was to surf the internet for cross dressing and transgender sights. These sights were a real eye opener, showing me many new things. When I eventually returned from work, Janet greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and said, "why don't you go and get changed. I've laid some things out for you on your bed." Strange thoughts went through my mind. Was this reality? Why was Janet really doing this? Did she have other plans for me that I knew nothing about? Am I to become female full time? All I could say to Janet was, "Thank you" and rushed up stairs as quick as possible, but not so quick as to give the impression I was desperate. On the bed were a bra, panties and suspender belt all in black, all very lacy, all very sexy. There was a black full slip with lots of lace trim. A dress lay there which was blue in colour. It had a mandarin style collar and the material looked as if it was satin. It was absolutely gorgeous to the touch, so cool, smooth and sensual. The shoes were black sandals with about a three-inch heel. The wig I wore the previous evening was there as well. There was also a box which I picked up and removed the lid. Inside was a pair of silicon breastforms and some form of adhesive, presumably to fix them in position. There was a leaflet in the box as well. I lifted it out and quickly read it. It was indeed the instructions on the proper way to position and fix the breastforms. It looks like I'm going to have a decent sized bust, I thought. On top of the clothes was another of Janet's notes. It read: Anna I thought you might like to try on these things tonight. Give me a shout if you want any help with your makeup. Love Janet I turned round and looked at the dressing table in my room. It had acquired the makeup items that were used on me last night. Of course, Janet had assumed I would want to dress in women's clothes again and in reality, this is what I had been wishing for all day, perhaps this is what I had been wishing for all my life. Chapter 4 Dressing for Dinner I couldn't wait to change. So it was off with the clothes I wore all day and into 'my' negligee which was where I had left it in the morning. Next, the bathroom for a shower and a very close shave. If I was going to wear these pretty clothes, then the appropriate preparations were required. I was going to look as feminine as possible. My visit to the bathroom completed, it was back to my room to bring Anna back to life. My wig was first to give me at least some illusion of femininity to begin with. Next it was to slip off my negligee and on with my panties. I was hoping the thing between my legs wasn't going to cause a problem. These panties were not going to allow it, however. These were control panties, firm control panties. My suspender belt was next but I struggled with my suspender belt straps pushing them through my panties. A girl needs to go to the toilet every so often and there is no point in making things more difficult then they need be. Having eventually succeeded with my suspender straps, it was the stockings next. They were the same ones as the previous night, black with a lace top and again they felt absolutely fantastic when I got them on. Now breastforms are things I had heard of, certainly after surfing the Internet earlier, but obviously never worn up to now that was, so I thought I should study the instructions carefully. But, I was too excited at the thought of wearing them, I just glanced over the instructions. I did notice that they could be worn with or without the special adhesive supplied in the box. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to use the adhesive, but I thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound." So, I applied the necessary amount of adhesive and placed each breast form in position in accordance with the instructions. I put my bra on and allowed my newly acquired breasts to nestle into the cups. I looked at myself in the mirror at this point and, even without makeup, I thought I was looking good. But it was makeup next and because I couldn't see what Janet was doing when she applied my makeup the previous evening, I realised I would need help. So I put on my slip followed by my negligee and finally my slippers and made my way downstairs to find Janet. When she saw me, she jokingly said, "Who are you? I thought there was a man staying here, not an attractive woman who's going around the house in her lingerie." I chose to ignore that remark. "Will you help me with my makeup, please?" "Of course I will, Anna dear. Oh, by the way, are you wearing the breastforms?" "Yes." "How do they feel?" "Nice." "You didn't use the adhesive, did you?" "Yes, I thought that what it was there for?" "Did you read all the instructions?" "I quickly glanced over them." "So, you didn't read about the special adhesive remover to take them off?" "No, I didn't see that." "Well, let's put it this way you're going to be stuck with breasts for a while, if you'll pardon the pun," "Why?" "Because there is no adhesive remover." "Oh well, so be it." So we both went upstairs to my room. This time I paid particular attention to what Janet was doing. Anyway Janet let me see the result of each stage of my makeup being applied and how to apply it. Last night was all a bit of a blur and my makeup was applied without me seeing it until it was all on. If I thought I looked fairly good without makeup, with makeup, it was a different story. Even if I said it myself, I looked good. I looked all feminine and girly and I liked what I saw. Have I been missing out in this up to now? It certainly felt like that. Should I have been born female? I was beginning to think I should have. No time to stand and stare, I had to finish dressing. Janet stayed so that she could zip up my dress. I think it was the tightness of the skirt of the dress that got to me. I realised that my movements were restricted and I could now only take small steps. This appealed to me. Janet noticed I liked this idea and said, "you like that dress, don't you? Is it the colour or style that appeals?" "Yes, yes and yes." "I now see the type of things you like to wear. I think you would enjoy wearing a corset." "Yes, I think I would like to try." Lastly it was the shoes, high heeled shoes and as soon as I had the straps fastened on each, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Under my breath, I said, "yes." I was ready. I was ready to be Anna. Janet broke my flight of fancy by saying, "Come Anna dear, dinner is almost ready." "Err, right," I replied. This time we didn't have dinner in our usual places in the kitchen. Tonight dinner was served in the dining room with candles and wine. In fact, you could say a romantic meal for two. That is what it was and the way that Janet acted throughout was to treat me like a lady. It crossed my mind what might happen afterwards and I thought I would just go with the flow. After all, I had come this far. Chapter 5 No Quandaries Next morning as I awoke, next to Janet, I remembered with a smile what had gone before. There was I lying next to Janet, both in beautiful nightdresses having consummated our relationship, here in this bed, the night before. We had now become lovers, lesbian lovers. Now I had to ask myself some questions. Should I become Anna full time? Should I become Anna full time from this precise moment? This might have to be the case purely from a practical view. I had, after all, stuck my breastforms on and had no adhesive removal solution. Could I become Anna part time and because of my breasts, wear baggy clothing while I was not Anna? It didn't me long to formulate my answer. After what happened last night and what I was feeling at that precise moment, I wanted to become Anna now, this instant, permanently. Janet was still sleeping, so I crept quietly out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Regardless of what happened last night and how I felt about my sexuality, I was still a man and unfortunately things like beard growth still occurs. So my idea was to have a shave before Janet woke, so at least I could present myself without a five o'clock shadow. So I followed the routine I created for myself the previous morning by hanging on to as much of my female side while I did the necessary to keep that illusion. Once done, I crept back into bed, Janet stirred, turned and said, "Good morning Anna dear." "Good morning dearest Janet and thank you again." "What for?" "You know what for." "I, I mean you just found the woman inside you. I just helped you along a bit." "I know." Janet stretched over and gave me a kiss. At breakfast, Janet said, "we have to make plans from where we go on from here." "Yes, I know." Part 3 Chapter 6 Changeover We sat together at table having breakfast, both wearing negligees over our nightdresses. Janet said, "I have to ask the question. As much as last night was wonderful, where do you we go from here?" "What do you mean?" "Well, things have become more complicated." "Why?" "For a start, I think you might want to stay as Anna and if you do, that changes my ideas for setting up your business here." "But I thought you were trying to get me into skirts and dresses anyway." "I was, but only for the time it took to change over your business premises. All I was trying to do was to get you to feel comfortable wearing women's clothes. That's why I went to such extremes to cajole you into dressing in the most feminine things I could think of. That's why I even got you breast forms, so you get some idea what it's really like to have breasts. My thinking was, if I could make you reasonably comfortable wearing these things, you would find wearing things less frilly and fancy quite acceptable." "Oh." I felt crest fallen at this. "So, I say it again, where do we go from here?" "Now I don't know." "You see, I wasn't expecting you to embrace the idea of Anna with such enthusiasm. I wasn't expecting you to want to become Anna full time. I wasn't expecting to fall in love with Anna." I was speechless. I was gob smacked. After pulling myself together, I rose from my chair, bent over and kissed Janet on the lips and whispered, "Thank you. I feel the same about you." "Do you?" "Yes, I've been in love with you since I first came to stay." "Have you?" "Yes." "But I'm now confused." "Why?" "Because I don't know why but it's Anna, not Andrew I've fallen in love with." "Is that all. The answer is simple. It's only Anna who will be here from now on." "Are you certain?" "I couldn't be more certain of anything in my life." From pure and utter elation to disappointment to elation again in a matter of minutes, my world was in a spin. Although I had just said to Janet that I couldn't be more certain of anything in my life about being Anna, I was really unsure what the next steps might be. Did I want to start taking female hormones? Did I want to consider breast implants? Did I want to consider a complete sex change? Well, the more I thought about, I thing my answer to all these questions would be yes. So that brought to mind another question. What would Janet want? I had to get these things out into the open, but I felt the time was not quite right. Too many changes had happened very quickly and whatever I might be feeling, these things could be left until a later date. One step at a time I thought. After all Janet had given me a huge boost anyway. Chapter 7 Practicalities The time had come to address the future of my business. In the light of events, it seemed sensible to bring the transfer from my (soon to run out) leased premises into Janet's house. So a plan was devised for the neighbours' benefit to do the changeover that very day. Janet knew that the comings and goings at her house would most likely get back to her relatives so she wanted this to look good. I was to dress in male casual clothes with a baggy top to hide the fact I was wearing stuck on breast forms. All my stuff would be brought back to Janet's house and stored in her garage. If anyone asked, Janet would say that I was leaving today and would send for my stuff at a later date. I would get into Janet's car with my personal belongings and Janet would drive me in the direction of the railway station. On Janet's return from the direction of the railway station, some two hours later, she would have a new passenger, me as Anna. If anyone questioned the resemblance between Andrew and Anna, Janet would introduce me as Andrew's sister and because of Andrew's leaving, he told Anna of the vacancy. In reality of course Janet and I never went near the railway station. We drove to a quiet spot in the country where Janet helped me become Anna once more. I became Anna again wearing the clothes I had worn on the first night, just two days ago. I had on, which Janet kept referring to as, my red skirt and my white blouse. Instead of stockings, I put on a pair of black pantyhose and my shoes were the same ones I wore that night. I was glad to be Anna again and hopefully this time it would be for good. But I knew in reality, there would have to be times when Andrew made an appearance. Anyway, the changeover went as planned. There was the twitching of curtains from the neighbours, but that was to be expected. Anna had moved in with Janet. It was all over by late morning. The next thing that had to be considered was Anna's clothes. She had been borrowing her clothes from Janet, but this couldn't go on. So it looked like a shopping trip was next. And since it was now late morning, it looked like that was what we were going to do that very afternoon. Chapter 8 Shopping I had never really considered the problems of going outside as Anna. For a start I had transformed from Andrew to Anna in the countryside to give the impression to the neighbourhood a male had moved out and a female had moved in. So when Janet suggested we go to the shopping mall to get me my own female clothes, it didn't really strike me until we actually got to the mall car park. It was then fear struck me, about how I was dressed, would I be recognised or more worrying 'read' as a man wearing women's clothes. Janet could see this fear and she tried to reassure me by saying that there was no way I looked liked a man in women's clothes. I wasn't totally convinced but was reassured by the fact Janet was with me all the way. Anyway we made it to the first department store and no one seemed to give me a second glance, so my confidence was growing all the time. It was to the lingerie department first. I really needed everything and because my credit card was in Andrew's name, Janet agreed to purchase everything I needed and I would pay her back later. This of course gave Janet just the excuse to do the choosing on my behalf. So I ended up with the laciest, frilliest underwear you could imagine. Was I complaining? In a word, no. When we finally left that department, I now had two dozen pairs of panties in various colours from black to white and in various styles but none plain. I am now the proud owner of half a dozen bras, mostly under-wired and again in various colours, four suspender belts, three full slips, three long and one baby doll nightdresses and what seems to be an endless supply of stockings and pantyhose. It was a whirl from one department to the next. As well as the red skirt I was wearing, I now have three more in black, one mid calf, one knee length and one that was really too short to be decent. Janet had suggested I buy the short skirt as I had the legs for it. Who am I to argue? I now have my own high heeled shoes and a pair of boots, all with three inch heels. I seemed to have enough cosmetics to open my own shop. Janet said I would need everything and would learn to appreciate good make up techniques. She's the expert and again, who am I to argue? Janet said she would like to call a halt for the day and although I was confident now about going out in public dressed the way I was, wearing high heeled shoes were beginning to take their toll on my feet. There was, however one shop Janet insisted we visit and that was to get my ears pierced. It was done even before I had a chance to say no. So now I have a pair of gold studs in my ears. It was painful at the time but it was worth it. Apparently I have to keep them in permanently for about three weeks until the holes heal and instructions on stopping the holes from becoming infected. I think I can cope with that. So it was back to the car with all our, I mean my purchases. A problem we had thought of before going shopping was it was going to look a bit suspicious with Janet and her new tenant arriving back at the house having been on a shopping expedition. So one of the things we purchased was a suitcase and when we got back to the car, we transferred all my new frillies and things into the suitcase and if anyone asked, we had been picking up some of Anna's things, which in reality was quite true. There was no going back now. Andrew was gone and Anna had arrived and with all my new purchases, I had to make room in my wardrobe. So it was out with most of Andrew's things and in with Anna's. I put most of my male clothes into black plastic bags. We would decide later what we would do with them. Meantime they were deposited in the garage. I acquired some more clothes from Janet. As we were about the same size, so there was no great problem with the fit. She gave me the things that she said did not suit her anymore. The best way I could describe them would be her tarty collection. With these types of clothes, suiting them or not was never the issue. They were for one thing and one thing only. I accepted them with relish and could only think there were some things in Janet's past she was keeping secret. It was items from my newly acquired tarty collection Janet persuaded to wear that evening, a short red skirt, not the one I had been wearing for most of the day, this one was much shorter, you could say, indecently short, black lace top stockings and a low cut white top revealing much (false) cleavage from me. I finished my ensemble off with my new pair of high heeled boots, a gold chain round my neck, lots of makeup and lashings of my new perfume. Because of the length of my skirt, I was revealing glimpses of my stocking tops. Janet said that was one of the disadvantages, or advantages, looking from another perspective, of wearing things like that. Janet, for her part wore something similar except her skirt was in blue along with a low cut satin blouse, black stockings as well but with black high heeled shoes to finish her ensemble. So, obviously she hadn't given all her tarty collection of clothes to me. But why should we care what we wore because, certainly for my part, I felt and smelt girly and deliciously tarty and it's no one's business except our own how we conduct ourselves behind closed doors. We dressed this way often and it was always a precursor to a passionate love making session. Chapter 9 That's Life Although I now worked from the house, I had a dress code and I stuck to it. There were no jeans and tee shirts for instance. There were no trousers full stop. I now wore skirts and dresses all the time. I had my wardrobe of work clothes. They included a range of dresses and skirts with lengths from knee length to mid calf and had a range of blouses and tops, I usually wore for work. I always wore stockings or pantyhose, mostly black and always high heeled shoes but nothing more than a two inch heel. The usual accessories were always worn, earrings, a watch, a few other pieces of jewellery to complement what ever else I might be wearing that day and always makeup and perfume. Actually makeup had now become an important part of my daily routine. Now I was an expert. Life thus became fairly routine. I was Anna now and Janet and I were partners, well lovers, lesbian lovers that is. I ran my business from home, successfully and because Janet had a 'female' lodger this seemed to keep her relatives off her back. So I suppose, regardless of earlier plans and ideas, there was always the tendency for them to get put aside or even forgotten as time goes on and this is what happened to us, well me. We had talked about taking my transition further after getting used to all the changes that had taken place, the new person I had become and our developing relationship. Nothing actually happened or was done about it. Part 4 Chapter 10 Real Changes As mentioned already, I suppose, regardless of earlier plans and ideas, there is always the tendency for them to get put aside or even forgotten as time goes on and this is what happened to us, well me. Although we had talked about taking my transition further, nothing actually happened or was done about it. I lived and worked as Anna, Janet and I was a couple, a lesbian couple that is and life seemed to go on, generally good, but routine. There had to come a day when a change would occur, but rather than planning for this it came because of events out with our control, or more precisely, illness. What seemed to a bad cold I had contracted and rather than get better, it got worse with it going on to my chest and ultimately confining me to bed. I was always hoping I would get over it without the need for a doctor but that was not to be. You see, since becoming Anna, even before as Andrew, I had never even considered registering with a local doctor's practice. So, now we, or should I, say had a crisis. Generally I was not in any condition to fight anything Janet might do because when I awoke from a fitful sleep, the first person I saw was a strange woman standing at my bedside. "Hello Anna," she said, "I'm Doctor Elizabeth Small and I'm here because Janet is really worried about you." I was startled and began to get agitated, but the doctor just said, "It's alright, calm down, I know all about you and your secret is safe with me." "I'm sorry doctor." "Call me Elizabeth, please." She asked me to pull down the bed covers and lift up my nightdress so that she could listen to my chest. I still had my breastforms stuck on and I was also wearing a bra and panties, so my modesty (if you could call it that) was not compromised. The doctor was able to do the necessary tests. She diagnosed a chest infection and she prescribed a course of antibiotics which she said should clear up the problem. "Thank you," I said in a small voice. "That's alright, but once you're better I am going to come to see you again." "Why?" "Because you cannot go on the way you are." "What do you mean?" "Because Janet told me about you and I would like to help." I looked at Janet, who was also in the room. To be honest I felt betrayed. There was my partner, my lover, talking about our secrets behind my back to a perfect stranger. Janet was aware of the look I gave her and just said, "Sorry." "Look, don't blame Janet," said Elizabeth. "I've known Janet for many years and we sometimes meet up for coffee but in all that time she has never told me anything about your relationship. It was only because she was really worried about your health she told me, to prepare me, if you like." "Is this true Janet?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "Then I'm sorry." After Elizabeth had left and Janet had returned from the pharmacy with my prescription, I felt strong enough for Janet and I have to have a little talk about the future. Really we had been putting things off, but now Elizabeth wanted to get involved, this seemed like a good moment to find out what each of us wanted. I started by asking Janet, "do you want me to take things further?" And I got a typical woman's response. She answered my question with another question. "Do you want to take things further?" Janet obviously wanted me to make the decision on my own and being in my weakened state with my illness, I was in no mind to stretch out the discussion any longer then I needed. So I responded very hesitantly with a yes. "Good," she replied. This was not the reaction I was expecting. I thought reactions like, "I thought we were happy the way we were?" or "Why change what we've got?" Once the decision was made, Janet admitted, for the first time she wanted me to go for a full sex change. I knew, right from the start, that this was the way I wanted to go but I suppose the reason I put things off was that I was not sure of Janet's feelings on the matter. Perhaps she still wanted me as a man despite her feelings for Anna. Now she had admitted her preference, a great sense of relief came over me. This was something I had been bottling up inside me for weeks and months. You see, I simply could not risk or afford to lose Janet. So the final decision was made and yes, this was certainly what I wanted and it turned out to be what Janet wanted as well. My chest infection soon cleared up after the course of antibiotics and I was back to work catching up on the backlog. I was dressed in one of my usual outfits for work, a black knee length skirt, a white blouse, white lacy bra and matching panties, white full slip, black pantyhose and black two inch high heeled shoes. The usual accessories finished my ensemble. Janet happened to be in that particular day and was busy working in the kitchen. I heard the front door bell and I adopted my usual procedure when this happened. I got up quietly from my chair and quietly shut the office door and returned to my desk. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Janet from the other side said, "Anna dear, will you come downstairs for a few minutes please?" Well, I no idea what Janet was wanting, because normally she never disturbs me when I'm working, so my curiosity was aroused. I went downstairs and into the lounge to be greeted by Janet and Elizabeth, the doctor who attended me two weeks before. "Hello Anna," Elizabeth said, "And how are you feeling now?" "It's nice to see you Elizabeth, and I'm feeling much better, thank you." "Good, well I'm here, because as I said the last time, I wanted to see you again. Now first and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, I've been speaking to Janet and she told me your decision and with your permission, I want to get the wheels in motion." This time, I didn't scowl at Janet as I had the time before, but just smiled and said,"everything's fine, please carry on." Elizabeth went on to describe all the regulations that would have to be followed, the specialists, the surgeons, the costs involved and the places where the procedures could be carried out. I would have to have a psychiatric assessment done to see if I was suitable for the full transition. I knew I was suitable for the full transition. I didn't need a psychiatrist to tell me that. But these are the rules. I would have to live full time as a female for at least a year. Well, that was one test, I had already started. The one thing, Elizabeth could do to get me started on my road to being a real woman was to give me a prescription to start on my course of female hormones. Before giving me my prescription, she said she needed to examine me. I was asked to take off my blouse but I could leave my bra on while she listened to my chest. A few other tests were done including taking my blood pressure. I put my blouse back on. Having been satisfied with her examination, she wrote out my prescription and she saw I was visibly shaking as she handed it to me. "Are you all right?" she said. "Yes, it's just this piece of paper you've just handed to me but it feels like the greatest gift ever." "Oh, you'll get over it fairly quickly when your chest starts to hurt as your breasts begin to bud." "Right at his minute, I couldn't care less." Elizabeth gave me some booklets explaining what I was likely to expect as my body changed with the hormones, information on surgeons who did Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS) and more details on the costs involved. She also said she would make the necessary arrangements for the appointments with the appropriate specialists. So now I was on my way, at last. Chapter 11 On My Way I knew it was going to take several months before any results of the hormones would begin to show, but I could not swallow that first doze quick enough. It just felt so good, so right. I felt that something would now happen and a strange feeling of relief. I think Janet was stricter about my medication than I was. She always made sure that my medication was there at the right time and she made sure I took it. There was no way I was going to miss taking it anyway so Janet need not have worried. Although I was told that the hormones might retard my beard growth, they would not stop the growth all together, so I embarked on course of electrolysis. To say it was unpleasant would be an understatement. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Who said beauty was going to be pain free? This was now my regime, hormones, electrolysis and doctors' appointments. Elizabeth was of course correct that as my breasts began to grow, they would indeed be painful. But yet again, this was a cross I was only too willing to bear. As well as my breasts, my body began to change shape in other ways. Muscle mass gave way to more fat in certain areas. For instance, my hips became bigger and rounder. Although I never allowed any hair on my body, always making sure any that did grow were swiftly removed, well this re-growth was now much thinner as a result of the hormones. Janet and I made plans for my eventual SRS and decided that I would have it done abroad, in Bangkok in fact. Because my breasts were not going to be as big as I (I mean we) would have liked, it was decided that I would have my breasts enlarged by breast implants to about a D cup at the same time. All this was done with the approval of Elizabeth who in fact made some of the arrangements on my behalf. When it came time for my operations, when final approval was given, both Janet and I would travel to Bangkok. For her it would be a holiday, for me it would the culmination of a dream come true. I was able to keep on working throughout my transition period, although there were periods when there were interruptions for the various appointments I had to attend. I had no apprehension about coming and going as a woman these days, whether I was shopping or attending the hospital for my regular appointments. I was Anna now, full time. When I was, at last, given the approval that my SRS could go ahead, the hospital in Bangkok was contacted to set up a suitable date for my operations. It was now on to the Internet to make the necessary travel arrangements. I was also able to put my work on hold while we were away. My excuse was that I had to go into hospital for an urgent operation, which of course was partially true. Janet and I were able to spend a few days sightseeing in Bangkok before my operation was due. I probably did not appreciate the sights and sounds of the places we were visiting, to be honest, I was too preoccupied. When I attended the hospital, I met the medical team and the procedures were explained to both of us. That included the aftercare and how long full recovery would take. Further medical checks and examinations were done to ensure I was fit enough for the operation to take place. I was declared fit. So there I was on a hospital trolley, in the ante room next to the operating theatre. I already had been given my pre-med and now had to wait for the anaesthetic to be administered. I was nervous and apprehensive even with the pre-med. It did go through my mind whether I was doing the right thing but that thought was soon dismissed. I knew I was doing the right thing. I was not going to back out now having come this far along the road to womanhood and I wasn't going back to being a man. I wouldn't want to go back. I've even told the surgeon, if I should die on the operating table, I want him to complete the operation anyway so that I can be buried and be remembered as a woman. The anaesthetist entered the room, exchanged the usual pleasantries and told me exactly what she was about to do. As the anaesthetic was being injected into the back of my hand, I was asked to count from ten backwards. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..." Staring in the full length mirror, the reflection coming back is of a naked woman, her black hair just touching her shoulders. She is suntanned except for the marks left from where her bikini covered her. She has nice shaped firm breasts and a nice rounded figure. A wisp of hair between her legs shows the entrance to her vagina. Slowly she runs her hands over her body, tracing the shape of her curves. She smiles. Another naked figure appears next to her and says, "Come back to bed, Anna dear. You've all the time in the world to admire your new body." The End