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The Costume By Arecee "And the second place winner of this years costume party and the $500.00 prize is Susan Smith, which means that first place goes to Brenda Stansfield along with the $1000.00 cash prize" announced Joe Wilson, vice president of the realty firm my wife works for. "Damn it, why can't I ever beat Brenda?" asked Susan. Brenda and Susan had been friends since sixth grade and their friendship had continued through high school and college. It was a coincidence that both ended up working for the same company, but at different offices. Susan has always had a competition of sorts with Brenda but not enough to ruin their friendship. Susan and I had gone to the annual Halloween party dressed as Laurel and Hardy, with very authentic looking costumes which we borrowed from Susan's sister Lori who works in the wardrobe department of a large filming studio. We had spent the whole day getting ready since we wanted to look perfect. I went as Laurel and Susan went as Hardy. Susan had gained quite a lot of weight since the two years of our marriage because of a glandular condition. However our love is so great that we would do anything for each other. "Tracy I want to win this contest next year no matter what," said Susan, "so I'm going to start planning right away so we can have plenty of time to be sure we win." This was the beginning of a journey with an outcome none of us could have envisioned. Several days had passed since the contest and I had just returned from my daily run. I was a distance runner in high school and received a track scholarship to college where I met Susan. While I was in college I joined the boxing team in addition to the track team. My nickname was "pretty face" because I was the only one on the team that never received a broken nose and to this day my nose looks good, almost petite in a feminine sort of way. I continued to run around fifty miles a week, which kept me very fit and lean. I'm not very tall at only five foot six. When I met Susan she was five feet tall and only weighed one hundred pounds and had a great figure, however in the last year she has gained sixty pounds and turned from 36 22 34 into a 48 38 48 figure. Anyway Susan called to me from the kitchen and said, "Tracy I finally decided what costumes we will wear at next years party. You know how we said that we would do anything for each other no matter what?" "Sure I do," I replied. Suddenly this little pang of fear struck my stomach even though I didn't know why. "Well were going to go as Marie Antoinette and King Henry. My sister has the costumes from a movie they shot several years ago and she says there should be no problem using them." I suddenly felt better since going as Henry would be kind of fun. "The only problem is that Marie's dress is made for a woman about five feet six and Henry's is made for a fat man about five feet tall. That means that you will have to go as Marie and I will go as Henry. It should be fun." "What do you mean I'll have to go as Marie? That's silly, I'm a man." "Oh come on Tracy, it's a costume party, no one will say anything no matter how good or bad you look." "Yes they will, imagine me in a dress and then think, skinny, short hair, no tits, no ass, and then you get the picture." "Can't we at least try?" "Why should I try, it's a lost cause, couldn't we be someone like Tarzan and Jane, Superman and Lois, the Hulk and a victim, anything but Marie." "Well let's see, if you're Tarzan you will have to lift me on to your shoulder and I doubt that is a possibility, and as Superman I think you are a little underwhelming, and as far as the Hulk is concerned. So get real, there is no way you are going to look like the Hulk. I'm sorry but you aren't built for those roles. Why not try to be Marie just for me?" "Because I will look like some kind of gay boy and I don't want it." "You won't look like a gay boy, you will look like a woman, I swear Tracy you can be such an ass at times." "Well think about this, if I asked you to look as much like a man as possible and then go out ion public what would you say?" I asked. "I love you, and if that's what you asked of me then I would do it." "Honey you know I love you, but I just don't want to make a fool of you and me." "I know but with Marie's dress on you will look great and besides who would know that you're a man, all it will take is a little makeup and a few other things, come on Tracy it will be fun." "Get serious, you've got to be crazy. No one in their right mind is going to think I look like a girl no matter how hard you try." "No listen to me, let me dress you up, put on some makeup and then we will see okay?" "I still don't think this will work but I did promise you that I would do anything no matter how stupid it sounds." "Oh come on this is going to be fun and you might even like it." "Well don't count on it, dressing in women's clothing has never been on my top ten list of things to do." "Jeez Tracy don't be such a poop, looking like a girl is fun and looking like Marie Antoinette will be special." "Well it won't be special to me, you can count on that." "I know you don't want to admit that I'm right but lets see what you will look like. Come over here to my makeup table and let me get started." Over the next hour Susan tried different blushes, shadows, and lipsticks and finally had me try on a little dress that used to fit her. "Okay Tracy look at yourself in the mirror and see what you think." I looked at the reflection and saw a beautiful face from the chin up and the eyebrows down but the rest looked like a skinny guy in a dress. "Come on Susan you've got to be kidding, this isn't going to work. I look like a man with a pretty face, or a woman with short hair and no body," "Look Tracy this is just a starting point and there is a way for you to get a figure and my doctor says it's reversible." "What do you mean your doctor?" "I checked with her and she told me that if you're healthy and can pass a physical she will put you on hormones so that you can develop a woman's figure." "Wait a minute Susan this is going to far! I don't want to develop a woman's figure, I happen to like the way I look now and I really don't think I should be taking female hormones just for the fun of it. What's wrong with stuffing a bra and putting some padding in the right places?" "Tracy that won't work because the front of the dress is very low cut and I want you to look real and not like a guy with fake tits." "Well what do you think people are going to say when they see me changing?" "Don't worry Tracy no one will notice anything for at least 2 or 3 months. You do all of your work at home so who would notice?" "I would notice and I won't like it. I'll be damned if I want to look like a man with tits. I don't know Susan you are really scaring me." "You won't look like a man with tits, you will look like a woman, come on Tracy you know how much winning the contest and finally beating Brenda means to me and you looking like a real woman will win first prize and you did say no matter what." "I know winning first place is nice but it can't be so important that I should take hormones and ruin my body." "Get serious Tracy, taking hormones isn't going to ruin your body. We'll win the contest and then you can stop taking them and go back to being a man, okay?" "How do you know my body won't be all fucked up from taking hormones? What if I can't look like a man anymore after I quit taking them and you don't like me anymore?" "Tracy you know I would never do anything that would hurt you and I will always love you no matter what you look like." "You say that now because I look like a man but will you feel that way when I look like a woman?" "Of course I will, remember we said no matter what? Please Tracy do this for me," Susan said in a pleading tone. "Oh all right go ahead and make an appointment for me with your doctor and I'll see what she says." "Thank you Tracy, I love you so much for doing this for me." Three quick days later I was in Dr. Johnson's office. "Hi, I'm Tracy Smith. My wife made an appointment for me to see Dr. Johnson." The receptionist looked up at me and smiled. "Dr. Johnson will be with you in a few minutes. Why don't you sit down and read a magazine while you wait." I sat down and grabbed Cosmo and started to leaf through the pages but for some reason I seemed very nervous, anxious and wondered if being here was the right thing to do. I started to read an article on how to please your man in 15 different ways when Dr. Johnson came in and asked, "Reading something that might interest you?" "No! I was just looking through the magazine," as I turned beet red with embarrassment. "Oh I'm just teasing you. Come on lets get started with your physical." We went into an examination room and she had me strip and put on a hospital gown. Dr. Johnson first listened to my heart and lungs, poked here and there, took a lot of measurements looked in my eyes and ears, drew some blood, grabbed my scrotum and asked me to cough and then she examined my prostate gland. God did I hate that since I had never had anything inserted into my rectum before. It felt like a log and then when she wiggled her finger on my prostate, I couldn't keep from leaking a few drops of fluid, I felt like such an ass, a grown man leaking on the sheet. "Well Tracy everything seems to be in order. You seem to be very fit and lean. What sort of exercise do you do?" "I run about 50 miles a week and do 100 sit ups a day." "You're wife called me and told me that you wanted to start hormone replacement therapy as soon as possible. Do you know the risk involved in doing this?" "My wife told me that it's reversible and I shouldn't worry." "That's true in 90% if the cases but just in case you are the 10% I like to collect a sperm sample so that you can have children in the future if you and Susan choose. Here is a bottle and I want you to go to the bathroom and collect a sperm sample for me." I went to the bathroom and was finally able to get off and returned to the examination room with my sperm sample. Jacking off in the bathroom of a woman's doctor with no reading material other than Woman's Day was a real task. "Okay Tracy, I'm going to start treatment today. I'm going to prescribe estrogen tablets and a testosterone blocker, which I want you to take three times a day. I'm also going to give you an injection two times a month. The improper dosage can cause heart and liver damage so I want you to follow the dosage I give you religiously and I will monitor you every two weeks when I give you your injection. You won't notice any changes for about six weeks or two months and then it will take anywhere between six months and a year to complete your changes. Are you ready for your journey into womanhood?" "I guess so but I'm a little worried. What if I want to go back to being a man again if I change my mind after you start treatment?" "That shouldn't be a problem, I can give you massive doses of testosterone and that will eliminate the feminizing effect of the estrogen." "I'm still worried, I don't know if this is the right thing to do but I did promise Susan so we might as well get started." "Don't be afraid you will probably like it more than you think. You might even find the changes quite exciting. As your body starts changing and you grow breasts and become more curvy you will probably find it quite erotic. I think most people have always harbored a secret desire to be able to live as the opposite sex at least temporarily and now it is your chance to see what it feels like. You have the opportunity to experience life as both a man and a woman. If you ever feel like you are losing control of yourself please call me. I'll always be here for you. I also want you to cut back on your running because too much exercise can prevent changes in young girls going into puberty and I don't want to take a chance with you, so I want you to run no more than two miles a day." With that she gave me my first injection and that was the beginning of my journey into womanhood. I stopped at the pharmacy and filled my prescription and was on my way. When I came home Susan was waiting for me. "Well how did it go?" she asked. "Okay I guess, Dr. Johnson is very nice, I really like her." "I know she really is a special person to do this for me. Normally you would have to have some psychiatric exams before you started treatment but she is doing this as a favor to me. Oh honey I'm so proud of you doing this for me. We are going to have so much fun just wait and see." With that she gave me the biggest kiss she had given me in months. She then asked me to show her where I got the injection so I pulled down my pants so she could see. As soon as she saw the spot she grabbed me and pulled me to the bedroom and made love to me like it was the first time we had ever done it. For some reason Susan seemed to have lost interest in sex lately but today she was insatiable, she attacked me with a lust I hadn't seen in her in months. I still don't know why Susan got so turned on by the idea of me looking like a woman, but maybe it was just the idea of us winning the contest. My treatments were going very well even though I hadn't noticed any changes. I stopped getting my hair cut and it was beginning to look a little scraggly but I could live with it. My appearance wasn't a problem because I worked at home for a very small startup computer company designing software. I only go into the offices once or twice a year so most of the people there don't even know what I look like. My pay isn't real high but the owners make up the difference in stock with the hope that someday we will be worth a lot of money. So far the business was doing well but unlike most dot com businesses we were producing revenue and even making a small profit. Because of this there some interest in our company by some larger firms. It was almost Christmas and it was time for our annual trip to my mom and dad's house for the holidays. Each year we fly to the east coast to visit and stay a few days. I had just received my injection from Dr. Johnson and I was feeling different. I don't know what it was but I just couldn't wait to see my mom, there just seemed to be so many things I wanted to talk to her about. It was also about this time that I noticed that my chest was beginning to become sensitive and my pants were becoming a little tighter. I figured it must be from the lack of running but I would ask Dr. Johnson next time I saw her. Susan and I caught our flight and landed in Boston two days before Christmas. It was really cold and being used to Californian weather we were freezing however the temperature seemed to be affecting me more than usual. We caught a cab to my parent's house and the ride from the airport was like a picture postcard. The snow on the houses and in the yards made me think of a Norman Rockwell painting. We had called ahead so mom and dad were really excited to see us when we arrived at their home. After we brought our suitcases in, put them in the spare bedroom, we then talked with my parents. Mom talked about all our old neighbors while dad talked about all the sport teams we used to go and see. When I was younger I couldn't get enough of sport talk with my dad. We would talk about football, basketball, baseball, soccer, track and boxing. In fact anything sport but now I seemed to be more interested in my mom's conversation with Susan about fashion than sports. My mom and dad have been married for 27 years, marrying right out of high school. My mom really takes good care of herself and looks like she is still in her early thirties. She is rather short but has an incredible figure. She was one of those girls that was built like a Playboy model. You know large breasts, tiny waist, and perfect hips. She still looks great but always talks about those five extra pounds she wants to lose. Anyway Susan and I turned in early because mom wanted to take Susan shopping the next day and I was going to watch football with dad. We got up the next day and ate breakfast. Mom and Susan were getting ready to leave and for some reason I asked my mom if I could go with her and Susan. Mom looked at me strangely and said, "Tracy, Susan and I are going clothes shopping and you would be bored out of your mind so why don't you stay with dad?" "Oh, okay," I answered, but for some reason I felt sad that I wasn't able to go. Mom and Susan returned late that afternoon and were all excited about all the clothes they found on sale. They wanted to show us everything but Dad decided he had better things to do however I thought it would be fun to see everything. It was really weird, as they started to open the packages I started to notice all the different fabrics, the colors and styles. They really fascinated me to the point that I was touching them to see how they felt. "Tracy," mom said, "there is something I want to talk to you about. There seems to be something different about you that I can't quite put my finger on. You look different, kind of ummmm softer and you seem to talk more, are you okay?" "Sure mom I feel great, maybe it's because I don't run as much as I used to," I replied. I couldn't tell her that the hormones I was taking might also be responsible. It had been seven weeks since my first injection and Dr. Johnson had told me I would start noticing changes after about six weeks. Susan, mom, and I spent the rest of the day talking and laughing about everything, I don't think I have ever felt so close to my mom as I felt then. Poor dad seemed to look left out but I just didn't want to talk sports. The days flew by and it was suddenly time to leave. We started to pack our suitcases and for some reason I started to cry. Susan looked at me and asked, "What's wrong?" "I don't know, for some reason I just felt sad and this happened. I guess I'm going to miss my mom and I just started to cry. This never happened before when we left." Susan looked at me and smiled, "Well it looks like you're starting to become a young lady. I noticed that you seemed interested in different things beside football and you were also much more fun to be with. Maybe the hormones are having an effect on you." With that we finished packing and went to leave for the airport. I hugged my dad and then I hugged my mom and felt the tears start all over again. "Tracy honey what's wrong?" asked mom. "I don't know mom, I've just become so emotional lately." "Well I hope you're not sick or something, be sure to go to the doctors when you get home." "Okay mom I will. I love you," I said and then we left. The flight home was uneventful but Susan and I talked a lot about my personality changes and the changes that were going to happen to my body. I told her how strange it felt to be so emotional since I almost never cried as a child and now I felt as though I could cry for almost no reason at all. She hugged me and told me that was part of being a woman. I was changing so dramatically and she couldn't wait until all of my changes were complete. She told me that we were going to have so much fun doing things together like best friends and best girl friends. I really don't know what she meant by that, but for some reason it put me at ease and I actually felt really good about myself and the changes that were starting to take place. About a week had passed and I went back at the doctors for my next injection. I felt that I had to talk to Dr. Johnson about several concerns that I had. "Doctor," I started, "I've been noticing several changes in myself and I don't quite know what to make of them. The first thing that I noticed is that my pants are getting snug in my butt area. I didn't know if that was from my decrease in running or something else. Next my nipples have become increasingly sensitive to the point that I have to put band aids on them so they won't become more irritated when they rub against my clothing, also I seem to have a very difficult time getting an erection when Susan and I have sex and the last thing is that it seems that I want to cry every time I get upset. As an example I was running a computer program the other day and I got so frustrated that I just started to cry which made no sense to me." "Oh Tracy, don't worry, it's just a normal reaction to your new hormones. I know I should have warned you about your mood swings but everyone reacts differently to the hormones and it sounds to me that you are acting like a normal teenage girl going through a similar time of puberty. As far as your hips and nipples are concerned you're starting to develop into a young lady. The hormones and testosterone blockers are having an effect on you penis and your libido so it's no wonder you are having problems obtaining an erection but you should return to normal when you go off the hormones. Now let me examine you so I can see how well you are advancing." I removed my clothing except for my underwear. "Sorry Tracy but those have to come off too." I removed my underwear and felt naked and very self-conscious but the doctor reassured me. "Don't worry Tracy we're all women here. Let me see your chest so I can see how you are doing. My goodness, no wonder your nipples are sensitive, you probably haven't noticed but they have grown about 50% larger than when we started and I can feel a slight swelling under you nipples. "I'm going to feel your scrotum to see what effect the hormones are having on you testicles. They seem to be getting softer which is what I expected. Let me measure your hips to see how they are doing." Dr. Johnson took the tape and measured my hips and waist. "It looks like your hips have increased about an inch in size which is very good and your waist has decreased about one inch. You seem to be developing very nicely. We're lucky you were late in starting puberty as a boy, which means there are less male characteristics to overcome. I noticed that you have a very light beard and haven't developed much body hair so you will look much more feminine than a normal male who started puberty at an earlier age. "I have to ask you about your mother because this will determine what kind of development you will have. Your hips will become rounder than they are now and you thighs will also become larger and less muscular. Your calves will become slightly rounder and softer looking, you will lose a little muscle tone in your arms and your breasts will end up from one to two sizes less than your mother's." "Gosh when my mother graduated from school she had large breasts and now she complains that they bother her back. I'm not going to have that kind of problem am I?" "No I don't think so since you will probably end up a B or C cup, so consider yourself lucky. You might want to consider wearing a camisole or a training bra to ease the irritation on your nipples however a loose fitting shirt might also work. I hope I've eased your concerns about your transformation and if you have any questions don't hesitate to call. I'll see you in two weeks," replied Dr. Johnson. The next three months seemed to fly and boy did I change and no I didn't start wearing a bra or camisole because I wasn't going to give up my masculinity and women's clothing would do that. My breasts began to fill out a little each month, well actually a lot or at least it felt that way since I'd never had breasts before, my waist began to shrink, my butt became much more rounded and my body hair became much finer. My calves became rounder and softer looking and my thighs filled out to meet my hips, even my face was softer looking. I was beginning to hate the changes that were happening and I wanted them to stop and most of all I couldn't believe hormones could do this to my body. I was very self-conscious about my looks and the changes that were taking place. Thank God Susan was around or my confidence would have gone to nothing and I would have quit the hormones for sure. Every change that would take place Susan would compliment me on no matter how slight. We were in the bedroom one day when Susan looked at my chest and said, "Tracy your breasts are starting to grow. They look so nice on you much better than your chest did before. I've also noticed that your complexion is soft and smooth looking, it's much better than before you started the hormones." I looked in the mirror and didn't like what I saw but with Susan's reassurance my confidence in myself grew and I think I started to want the changes or at least see what the changes would do to me. Susan would compliment me every day and I think that was the reason I was able to get through this awkward period. As time passed my breasts were becoming sensitive in a very pleasurable way and I couldn't keep my hands off them but I also noticed that my breasts hurt every time I would bump them and it seemed that I hit them all the time. I would look in the mirror and couldn't believe that was my body. My breasts felt so good when I caressed them and the feelings I got when I felt myself was incredible. My breasts grew to almost a B cup and my nipples had doubled in size. I mentioned to Susan that my breasts bounced a lot and were beginning to hurt when I ran so she picked up a sport bra for me so I wouldn't be uncomfortable when I went running. I didn't like the idea of wearing a bra because men don't wear bras but after running with it on I changed my mind and decided to accept wearing my first piece of feminine attire. Other changes had also taken place with my hips going from 29 inches to 35 inches and my waist shrinking from 28 inches to 24 inches. I'd actually lost a little weight. I even asked Susan if she could pick up some new briefs for me since my old ones didn't fit anymore. I explained that they felt very uncomfortable and they were chafing my skin and making my penis feel sore. She told me the reason they didn't fit was that I was becoming fuller in the hips and smaller in the waist. She then explained that new men's briefs wouldn't fit either since my waist would be too small. Susan went to the bedroom and got a pair of women's panties and asked me to try them on. She told me that she had purchased them before she started to gain weight so they didn't fit her anymore. I said all right since nobody would ever see me in them. I took my briefs off and pulled the panties on. They were black satin and I couldn't help notice how smooth they felt. The legs were high cut and the waist was small and they fit over my hips perfectly. The only problem I had was with my penis because it pushed the front of the panties from my body I also noticed they only had a small narrow strip of fabric that went between my butt cheeks making me look as though I had nothing on from behind. Susan told me to tuck my penis back under my legs so I did and it made them fit better but there was still a little bulge sticking out and it was a little unnerving to feel the nakedness of my rear. I looked in the mirror and I was amazed at how feminine I looked. I also started to notice that the panties felt very sensual and smooth, making me feel sexy, which was something my old briefs didn't do. I thought I could start to like this. I still ran everyday but I found a problem with my new panties as my penis fell out of the side of them. I told Susan but since they felt so good and make me feel sexy I decided to put up with the inconvenience. My mood swings weren't as bad as they were but I was still very emotional. Susan and I didn't have intercourse anymore because I didn't seem to be able to get an erection hard enough to have penetration. I sure hoped that changed after I went off the hormones, which couldn't be soon enough for me. Susan and I still had sex or at least she did since my tongue still worked better than ever. She seemed to love it when I licked her pussy. It bothered me when she said things like, "Oh yes girl and go girl that's perfect." Susan tried to blow me but I didn't seem to produce any sperm so I wasn't sure if I was having an orgasm or not. I noticed that my breasts had become increasingly sensitive to the touch and I found myself feeling them a lot when Susan was at work, to the point that it felt like electricity running from my nipples to my groin area. I rubbed my nipples and breasts and I suddenly got so excited that I couldn't stop. My breathing became short almost like a pant. I felt my eyes glazing over and couldn't concentrate on anything but the intense feelings I was getting from my nipples. I kept rubbing my breasts and finally my groin until it felt like lightning exploded through my body. Nothing came out of my penis but it felt better than any climax I had ever had. 'So this is what it's like to be a woman,' I thought. When Susan got home from work I told her of my experience and she gave me the biggest hug, then she told me that she would show me something special when we went to bed. After we had finished dinner Susan told me that she wanted me to take a bath. I never take baths so I told her I would shower. "No," she said, "I want you to take a bubble bath because tonight is going to be special. I want you to start enjoying feminine things and there is nothing like a bubble bath to do that." Susan ran the bath while I removed my clothes. When the bath was ready I went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. The bubbles and water caressed my new body with a sensual feeling I hadn't experienced before, I loved the feel of the water as it caressed my breasts. "Well Tracy how does it feel?" Susan asked. "It makes me feel soft and relaxed, it feels sensual and it feels wonderful," I answered. "That's good because I want you to enjoy the feeling of femininity in the most pleasurable ways. There is something else I want you to do for me, I want you to shave your legs and under arms so that you will feel even more feminine." "Wait why do I have to do that, nobody can see my legs or my under arms under my sweats and that's all I wear even when I run." The thought of shaving my legs scared me because this would be something that I would be doing to uncover another layer of femininity. Taking pills and shots required little effort on my part and the changes that took place just happened, but shaving my legs was making an effort to become more feminine, something that I had to do to myself that would remove some of my masculinity and I wasn't sure that's what I wanted to do because after the costume party I wanted to go back to being my normal self. Also I was afraid that I might start to like being this way more than I would like to admit. "Look Tracy when you go to the party dressed as Marie Antoinette I don't want you to go as a man that looks like a hot chick, I want you to go as a woman that looks like a hot chick. To do that you will have to become a woman in every sense of the word other than your penis. That's why I want you to shave yourself and that way you can wear something other than your sweats." "Susan you know the only clothes that fit me are my sweats and I like wearing them. No one can see the changes that have happened to my body. You know my shorts and pants are too loose in the waist and too tight in the hips and don't fit me anymore." "That's why I'm going to take you shopping soon for some clothes that fit you properly and you can show off your beautiful figure. I'm going to love showing you off and watching all the men drool all over themselves. Now let me show you how to shave your legs. Point your toes down like this, apply lather and shave." I raised my leg out of the tub and did as she said. I lathered then shaved. As I did I suddenly began getting feelings that were foreign to me. I felt a softness envelope my body and started to feel very sexy and turned on. I couldn't understand why I was suddenly feeling so feminine. These feelings were a puzzle to me and I wasn't sure that I liked the way I was feeling. I liked the feeling of being masculine and these changes scared me. Susan's comment about men almost made me sick but I was concentrating on not cutting my legs so I let it pass. After I finished Susan came back into the bathroom and said that she was going to wash my hair. My hair had grown quite long as it had been eight months since my last haircut. When Susan was finished she had me get out of the tub and dry myself off and put on a satin robe or as she called it a cover up. The fabric felt so soft and smooth and with the new sensitivity of my skin it felt special and was making me more sexually aroused. She then had me sit at her makeup table and she started to dry my hair. "Tracy you have nice thick hair but you have to take better care of it. I'm going to trim and try to style it a little but next week I will take you to the salon for a perm and nice style." Susan worked on my hair for a while and then she started to pluck my eyebrows. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm doing your eyebrows since they look like caterpillars. If I don't you will look like a butch lesbian and I want you to look like the most feminine woman alive." I can't quite explain it but Susan plucking my brows started to excite me and I couldn't wait to see what all the changes would do to me and my appearance. It also bothered me that I was beginning to want the changes. Dr. Johnson was right it was having an erotic effect on me. After she finished I couldn't believe what a difference it made. I looked like a pretty girl even without makeup. "Well what do you think?" "God I'm really pretty," I replied. "Yes you are, pretty enough to make ninety percent of the women you meet jealous. The last thing I'm going to do tonight is lotion you. Women have drier skin than men and your hormones have made your skin drier and softer so lay on the bed so I can get started. First take as little lotion in your hands and starting at your feet rub it up your legs so it is absorbed by your skin. When you are done I will do your back and front. I started rubbing the lotion onto my legs and couldn't believe how soft and smooth they felt. Shaving them definitely made them more sensitive to the touch and how the skin felt. God my skin felt good. The more I rubbed the sexier I felt. "Susan," I asked, "Does massaging my legs like this always make a woman feel sexy?" "Yes it does and that is part of being a woman however in your case it is probably effecting you more because of the high hormone levels you have." "Well I hate to say it but I'm starting to like the feeling I get being like this and it's starting to scare me." "Tracy honey don't be afraid of your feelings, just go with the flow, and enjoy being a woman and all the things that being a woman can bring to you." I finished my legs then rolled over so Susan could do my back. She started applying lotion to my back, first to the shoulders then working down to my butt. As she rubbed the lotion in I was starting to get turned on especially when she massaged my ass cheeks. "Susan you're really starting to get me aroused by the way you're massaging me." "That's the idea sweetheart and I was noticing how round your behind has become in the last month. Your skin is so soft and smooth I can't believe it. You're going to have guys tripping all over themselves watching you. I'm finished with your rear so turn over so I can do your front." "What do you mean guys? I don't want anything to do with guys. This makeover is for you not for anyone else." "Wait until you start going outside and men see you, you're going to have to beat them off with a stick." "I'm not going out until the party and if some guy even looks at me wrong remember I was a boxer in college and I'm not going to be afraid to beat the heck out of him. I'm definitely not going out after the party until I've gone off the hormones and returned to normal." "We'll see but we will talk about that latter." Susan began rubbing lotion on my stomach area and moved very softly to my breasts and began massaging them. It felt good when I had rubbed my breasts myself but with Susan doing it I was getting aroused like I never had before. I had always taken the male role when Susan and I made love but now our roles were reversed, she was the male and I was the female and I liked the feeling of being seduced. I started to lose control of my body and began to move back and forth. "Stop it Tracy, I'm not done yet, we'll have plenty of time for this latter." "I can't help it Susan it's like I lose all control of myself when you caress me that way." "Well you head better learn some control or some guy is going to rape you with your blessing." "I told you no man will see me like this." Susan finished with the lotion and put the bottle next to the bed. She then told me to lie perfectly still. She sat down next to me on the bed, leaned over and kissed me lovingly on the lips. As the kiss continued Susan thrust her tongue into my mouth with a heat I had never seen in her before. Then she broke the kiss and very softly caressed my neck and shoulders with her lips moving closer and closer to my breasts. The closer she got to my nipples the more I wanted to move. Finally she brushed the tip of my nipple and it felt like a jolt of electricity ran from my nipple to every nerve in my body. Slowly she licked my nipples in a circular motion until I started to moan in ecstasy. She then took the whole nipple in her mouth and began sucking and caressing the tip with her tongue. I was responding with a heat I couldn't control. She asked me to lay on my side and continued to suck my breasts, first one then the other. I felt her fingers move slowly down the center of my back until they went between my butt cheeks and lightly across my anus. She began to repeat this over and over while sucking on my breasts. Each time she did this I felt my ass arch higher and higher each time she stroked it. I was so hot I felt like a cat in heat but she kept caressing me and making me wonder what she could do to bring me relief. Somehow she reached the bottle of lotion and put some on her finger. This time when she reached my anus she slowly pushed her finger into it when my butt was arched to its highest point. When she had finally entered me I had the most intense orgasm I had ever felt and finally knew that this was the relief I'd been looking for. As the night went on Susan brought me to orgasm after orgasm, first with her fingers and then with a small dildo she said she bought to use on herself since my penis didn't get hard any longer. By morning my nipples were so sore I couldn't touch them and my anus was also very sensitive but I felt more fulfilled than at anytime in my life. As the next two weeks passed, Susan taught me the pleasures of being made love to as a woman. I also started to wonder whether Susan wanted to win the contest or be married to a woman. I had never seen her so sexually excited when I was a man. She almost couldn't wait to have sex with me every time she saw me and she always took the male role. I found myself almost craving her dildo inside me. I didn't know such pleasures could exist and it was making me at ease with my new life and making me question myself as to whether I might want to stay this way permanently. That scared me. During this period Susan bought me some tapes to teach me how to sound feminine when I talked. She also bought me some satin underwear she said was a gaff and it would allow me to wear woman's clothing without showing my manhood. What little I had left that is as my scrotum had shrunk slightly as my testicles seemed much smaller. Anyway I tried on the gaff and it looked like the panties I had been wearing except that I was able to tuck myself back farther. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw no indication that I was a man. In fact I now looked like a woman and a very foxy woman. I also studied the tapes and practiced my voice exercises several hours each day. After several days my voice broke and I was able to talk and sound feminine for two or three hours at a time. Each day I was able to increase the length of time that I sounded feminine by thirty or more minutes. The first time Susan heard my feminine voice she phoned and I answered, "Hello". "May I speak to Tracy please? "This is Tracy," I replied. "No way," she said, "is this a joke, who is this?" "I swear to God honey it's me. I've been practicing my voice lessons and my voice just broke. Do you like it?" "Wow you bet, you sound like Lauren Bacall. You had better be careful on the phone or a stranger will think you're a phone sex line." I didn't want to tell her I was starting to enjoy all the changes, but I was. Several days passed and the phone rang. I had just finished my voice lessons and my voice was stuck in the feminine range but I figured what the heck the only person to call me this time of day was Susan so I answered it. There was a pause; "Uhh hello Mrs. Smith is Tracy home?" "This is Tracy," I answered. Another pause, "Oh hi this is Bob Rangel from work. I'm sorry I just assumed that you were a man by the way you sign your e-mail. The reason I'm calling you is to inform you that our company has been sold to a large computer firm. The buyout was very lucrative for all involved. "The two owners are going to retire but the rest of the employees are to start working in new corporate offices one month from now. You're very much needed in the acquisition, so much so that you will have your own office and two secretaries. The last bit of news is that you are a very rich young lady. The hard work and trust you had in the ownership of the company will mean that your stock is worth slightly more than two million dollars. You are to start at your new position on May the tenth, so what do you think?" "Oh my God I can't believe it, two million dollars and I have my own office, I can't wait to start. Yes I'll be there on May tenth" "I'll be look forward to meeting you and I know we will have a wonderful time working together, goodbye." The way he said that made me shiver then the shock of being a millionaire hit me like a train, "wow I'm rich." Just as suddenly the realization that I had to report for work in an office hit me harder. "Oh my God what am I going to do, they think I'm a woman. I know they're going to see right through me, I'm dead." When Susan got home from work I told her the news. "Oh my God Tracy I can't believe it, we only have a month and we have so much to do." "What do you mean we have so much to do?" "Are you kidding? You have to learn to be a woman. Right now you're a man that looks like a woman. You have to learn how to walk and sit. How to gesture with your hands, how to apply makeup, how to do your hair, wear clothes, how to shop, how to flirt, how to say no, when to say yes, and that is just the beginning." "Why do I have to learn all that if I'm just going to go back to being a man in six months?" I asked. "Because when you show up at your employers and act like a man looking like you do now they will throw you out on your ear. I'm going to make an appointment for you at the salon tomorrow and that way your hair and nails will look like they should. While you are there they will give you a makeover so make sure you pay attention to how they apply your makeup so you can practice when you get home. Then this weekend we're going shopping for your new wardrobe, God this is going to be so much fun. I love you Tracy for doing this for me." I was speechless that I had to do all that. "Why can't I do just enough to pass until I go off the hormones and become a man again?" "Because you will think you're passing because you're a man, but a woman will spot you in an instant and you will be dead or wish you were. I have to teach you some fundamental gestures so you won't be so obvious when you walk into the salon. You need to walk properly and you have to stop sitting with you legs apart, in other words you have to walk and sit like a woman." "Okay I guess you're right and like you said this could be fun." Over the next two hours Susan had me sit and walk, walk and sit, over and over. I thought I knew how to walk, I did as a man but as a woman that was another matter. I would walk and Susan would say, "Not with your legs apart and don't land so hard on your heels, place one foot in front of the other and try to step on the balls of your feet, that will make you take shorter steps and you'll walk more smoothly and not all gruff like a man." We continued until I was passable but I really needed a lot more practice to look like a natural woman and not a man trying to be a woman. "Well I guess this will have to do for now but tomorrow we have to practice some more because you have so much to learn," said Susan. The next morning I threw on my gaff, my sports bra and some sweats, as those are still the only clothes I had that fit me. My body had developed to the point that even with sweats on you could still see that I had a figure. My breasts pushed the top out and the pants clung to the curves of my hips so there was no mistaking me for a man. My hair had grown quite long but it looked like hell. My nails were a little long because I'd stopped trimming them when Susan asked me to around two months earlier but they were chipped and nasty looking. I arrived at the salon and introduced myself. "Hi I'm Tracy, I think Susan Smith made a appointment for me for a makeover?" "Oh Tracy, Hi I'm Sandi, we've been expecting you. How do you know Susan? She said you were girlfriends in college." I thought to myself, 'they think I'm her girlfriend instead of her husband. If they knew that they would have a heart attack." "We were in the sorority and I came to visit. I just went through a bad divorce and spent the last three months in the Amazon rainforest and that's why my hair and nails look so bad." "Don't worry honey when we're done with you, you'll look like you've been modeling in New York. Take this smock and change out of your sweats in the changing room and then come over here so I can wash your hair." I went to the changing room and removed my sweats and felt very self- conscious about my appearance but after looking at my figure in the mirror I felt better because it had developed so nicely. There was absolutely no way a man would have a figure like the one I saw in the mirror and I felt at ease with myself. I put on the smock and walked over to the basin and lay back so Sandi could wash my hair. She started the water and ran her fingers through my hair and said, "My you have nice thick hair. I think I'll give you a light perm so it will be easier for you to style your hair. I also think you could use some highlights in your hair to look a little more sexy. What do you think?" "I'm in your hands Sandi, do what ever you think would be best." She washed and conditioned my hair and then brought me to her chair. "I'm just going to trim your hair enough to clean up the split ends and so I can style it so it will look nice." After she finished trimming my hair, she wrapped it in foil and did my highlights. Then rolled my hair in rollers, applied the perm solution and had me sit under the drier. I looked for a magazine to read and decided on Vogue since Susan and I were going shopping and this way I would know a little bit more about fashion. I didn't read long because Lorraine came over to do my manicure. She took my hands and looked at them and shook her head. "What in the world did you do to your nails?" she asked. I just smiled. She dipped my hands in a solution and started pushing my cuticles back until they looked healthy, then she began filing and shaping. When she finished she removed my shoes and did the same to my toenails. "I think I will do you in pink," she said, as if I knew what she was talking about. I soon found out as she began painting first my toenails then my fingernails. When she finished I looked at my hands. What to me just looked like hands before, now looked like sexy hands, very sexy hands. They looked so pretty I couldn't stop staring at them. Lorraine smiled at me and said, "I guess you approve. May I suggest some toe rings, they'll make your feet look really cute especially when you wear sandals." "Sure I'd like to try some," I replied as though I was in some kind of hypnotic daze. Lorraine put some rings on my toes and she was right they were cute. "My nails have never looked so pretty or sexy," I said. For some reason having my nails painted made me feel extremely feminine. By this time my hair was dry so Sandi led me to the cosmetics counter to let Rachel do her worst on me. I tried to watch very closely what she was doing. She looked at me and told Sandi that I needed a wax. She said okay and led me to another room and had me lie down on a table. "Rachel's right you do need a wax." Then she proceeded to smear wax on my face but she didn't stop there as she also did my legs and underarms. No big thing I thought until she ripped it off. Boy did it hurt. "Tracy some women have facial hair like you and most have electrolysis done so they don't have to wax their face anymore. We have a person in our salon that does it so think about it okay?" "I will," I replied but I didn't think that I would have electrolysis since I was going to be a man again in another six months and I might want to grow a beard again. With the waxing done Sandi brought me back to Rachel's table and the makeover began. I watched as she put on a light foundation, some color and blush and then she went for my eyes. "Traci you have very long lashes so this will be easier than usual," she looked and then said, "I have to do your eyebrows first because they aren't quite right." She began plucking and plucking and drawing a line from my nose to my brow. When she finished she began applying shadow and liner and finally mascara. Then she lined my lips with a brush and then did the lipstick and gloss in bright pink to match my nail polish. I got the most delicious feeling when Rachel applied the lipstick. It made me feel so feminine, it must have been the texture of the lipstick to make me feel so special. The whole experience was intoxicating. Sandi brought me back to her station and removed my curlers and brushed my hair out into an airy style. When I looked into the mirror I couldn't believe the beautiful woman that was staring back at me. Tracy was gone and Traci was looking back. My God I couldn't believe how sexy I looked. My complexion was flawless looking almost like velvet, my lips were full looking and my eyes were doe like. I was starting to get hot just looking at myself. Thank God for my gaff because I felt a stirring down there that I hadn't felt in months. "Well Traci how do you feel?" "Oh Sandi I feel wonderful, thank you so much," I replied and with that I gave her a hug and I didn't know why except that I felt so pretty and sexy that I just wanted to thank her. "Oh Traci now I know why Susan likes you so much you're so precious and I think you are the most beautiful woman we have ever done here. Oh by the way think about the electrolysis okay?" "I will thanks Sandi." As I walked to my car I never felt so sexy and wonderful in my life. Before my transformation I would have my haircut and that was it but this was a totally different experience. The feelings I was having were feelings of euphoria and feelings of femininity that were both exciting and beginning to take control of my brain and feelings that I couldn't control. These were feelings that I didn't want to end and were sending me over the edge of my understanding of sexuality. I kept thinking sexually that I'm a man in a genetic sense but I could no longer think like one. My mind was reeling. I had completely lost any sense of masculinity in my thought process. I thick I even started to sway my hips more as I was walking. I started to drive home and stopped at a signal when a car stopped next to me. I looked over and there was a man in the car, he looked over and smiled. I blushed and smiled back. I noticed that he was very handsome and I felt my groin twitch and my nipples becoming hard. 'Wait a minute what am I doing?' I thought, 'I'm a man and he's a man, why am I smiling at him and why am I pleased that he smiled back at me and why am I becoming aroused?' The lights changed and he drove away much to my relief and yet I felt flattered that he had smiled at me. 'What is happening to me?' I wondered. When Susan arrived home from work she walked in the door and screamed, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Tracy, I can't believe it. I knew you were pretty but you're incredible. If I didn't know better I would have thought you just came home from a modeling session and changed into sweats to relax. So what do you think of the new you?" "Susan to be perfectly honest I love it. I didn't know being a woman could be so much fun. The care Sandi and the others gave me was great. I just might go there every week for a manicure and pedicure. It makes me feel so sexy with my nails painted." "I know how you feel but just wait until you have a wardrobe to wear. It will make you feel even more feminine and then you will have to be careful because men will be after you like bees to honey." "I don't want men after me and that thought scares me since I don't like men in a sexual way and just look at them as friends. A strange thing did happen to me on the way home. A man stopped next to me at a traffic light and he smiled at me and when I smiled back his face lit up." "What did you think when you did that?" "It was a strange feeling for me because when I looked at him I noticed his eyes and thought he was very handsome in a romantic way and not as a guy thinking that he was the kind of guy that got laid a lot." "Well I guess the hormones are changing your brain also. Today is Friday so I want to take you to the mall tomorrow to start your new wardrobe. You look so good right now I want to make love to you. Maybe you might even dream about your dark stranger while I'm caressing you." "No way Susan, you know you excite me every time you touch me and you're all woman and I would never even think about a man like that. I have to admit though that after my makeover I felt so sexy and alive that I didn't want it to end, but after the smile I felt so vulnerable and innocent I almost started crying. I pictured myself as a young girl wearing just shorts and a light sleeveless blouse standing next to a pond touching my toe to the water and looking at a mist with large innocent eyes not knowing whether I should continue or go back." "Oh Tracy that's what I love about you. Right now you're like a girl that's thirteen years old and is beginning to discover her femininity and sexuality. For me when we make love it's like seducing a young virgin. I get excited just thinking about it. You look so good I want to seduce you right now." She came to me and began kissing me on the lips. I felt her tongue enter my mouth as her hand reached under my sweatshirt and she began to caress my breasts. She pulled me to the couch, pulled off my top and removed my bra. I was getting really hot when she began kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples making me moan with pleasure. She removed my sweat pants, gaff and stroked my back with her fingers. While she did this she removed her own clothing so we were both naked. Susan had been giving me anal sex lately so I thought I knew what she was going to do. She would tickle my anus with her finger and then insert a small dildo. When she would insert it I would orgasm wildly. This time she had me close my eyes and inserted a double ended dildo into me and then into herself. It was larger then the small dildo and hurt at first but as I got used to it my pleasure grew beyond the smaller one. As she pumped I wanted her to go deeper and deeper. "Fuck me harder, oh deeper, deeper," I moaned. Susan and I came at the same time, I shuddered with ecstasy and Susan just screamed. As I had my orgasm I kept seeing the face of the handsome strange man that had made me feel so good earlier. Maybe Susan was right, I was becoming a woman and maybe I did want a man. That thought made me shudder and Susan asked me what was wrong. "Nothing I just wish this was over and I could go back to being a guy so I could make love to you like a man again." "Don't worry honey you please me this way more than you did as a man as much as I hate to tell you that." When she said that it made me wonder whether she wanted me to change back to a man again. The next morning we ate breakfast and it was off to the mall. I wore my gaff because Susan told me that I would be trying on lots of clothes and some would show my penis bulge. Our first stop was Victoria's Secret. Susan explained to me that the most important part of a woman's wardrobe were her undergarments. She told me that they could make you feel sexy or bold, innocent or hot. If your bra wasn't right you would look frumpy or worse. By the time we left I had purchased wonder bras, lacy bras, strapless bras and another sports bra. I also had to buy new thong underwear to match. When I first tried on my new wonder bra I loved the soft delicate feel of the fabric against my breasts. The bra almost felt like hands that were wearing satin gloves and were lifting my breasts. They felt so secure, it's hard to explain unless you have breasts and have felt what a beautiful bra feels like. It felt so good and I loved the way it pushed them up creating cleavage. I looked at myself in the mirror and it felt as though I was peeping at a young girl and then I realized that the young girl was me. I ran my hands up my body and over my breasts almost to my neck. It was an extremely erotic sensation knowing that I could feel those breasts any time I wanted. I decided to wear one of my new bras because it felt so much more comfortable and sensuous then my old sports bra. I tried them all on to see how they fit and I was amazed at how much more feminine I felt. While we were there I also bought four pairs of nylons, five pairs of panty hose and two garter belts. Susan told me that a woman should always be prepared, that she might get a run and always carry a spare pair of stockings at all times. We then went to every woman's store in the mall looking at and trying on clothes at each one. When I used to go shopping I was in and out quickly since I hated shopping, pick an article buy it and go. I would be there one-hour and no longer. Today however it was try on blouses, skirts, and dresses, pants, slips, sweaters, camisoles and more. The thing that surprised me though was I was having so much fun, laughing and giggling with Susan modeling clothes and being surprised that something on the rack could look so good on my body that time passed so quickly so it was only an hour before the mall was going to close. "Quick Tracy we still have to buy you some shoes," Susan said. I was still in my men's running shoes and they were starting to look pretty bad. We went into Wild Pair and measured my feet and Susan said I was lucky that I wore only size eight since men usually have larger feet than women. I ended up buying eight pairs of shoes. I bought five pairs of heels of varying heights, two pairs of sandals, one with heels and a pair of canvass shoes that had platform soles. I wore them right from the store as they made me look much more feminine than my old shoes did because they looked cute on my feet. I also bought a new pair of running shoes at Lady Foot Locker since mine were so worn. On the way out of the mall we stopped and bought some nightgowns for me because Susan said it was the best way to feel sexy at night. We hadn't eaten all day and I was famished so we stopped at Denny's to have a light dinner. A girl has to watch her figure and since I was a size six I definitely didn't want to gain weight and have to throw out my new wardrobe. I ordered a salad with low fat dressing and Susan ordered soup. I looked up and saw a guy staring at me so I smiled at him, which made him turn red. I thought he was cute so I looked and smiled again. Susan looked at me and said, "Stop flirting with that guy or he will get the wrong idea about us." "I'm not flirting I just smiled at him." "Tracy what you just did was flirting and you can get yourself in a lot of trouble if you're not careful." "Susan you're right I do have a lot to learn." "When you flirt like that it should be a signal that you want to meet that person and not to be friendly that's why pretty girls don't always acknowledge a guy because they don't want to send the wrong signal and make him think that your interested in him." We finished eating and left but I couldn't help myself and turned around and smiled at the guy again. I thought he would spit out his coffee. Susan and I ran out the door and started giggling uncontrollably. I had told Susan that no man would ever see me like this and here I was flirting with them, had the hormones changed me that much? When we stopped Susan looked at me and said, "Tracy you are such a flirt please be careful." We drove home talking and giggling all the way. When we arrived it took two hours to put all my clothes away and when we finished we were so tired that we just fell asleep in each other's arms. I don't think I've ever felt so close to Susan as I felt right then after spending the day as girlfriends, best girlfriends. The next day I began wearing my new clothes and noticed how much more feminine I felt. After wearing sweats for so long the feelings I got from the different fabrics and the way I looked with women's clothes on was beginning to give me new feelings about myself that I couldn't ignore. I was starting to feel very special about myself. I would look in the mirror and see a very beautiful woman, beautiful enough to win almost any beauty contest. This whole experience started to please Susan and to win the contest but now I was beginning to want to please myself. I was really getting into being a woman and I wanted to learn everything about femininity that I could so that I could be the best that I could be. Susan again showed me how to walk and sit, how to coordinate my clothes and how to walk in heels. That was a real challenge, that I thought I was going to break my neck. We worked all day Sunday so I would be able to practice on my own when Susan went to work on Monday. Susan set up the video camera and recorded me so I could see what I was doing and it would be easier to correct my movements. It was weird to watch myself and see how I would over emphasize my gestures. I looked like a comedian on some show trying to impersonate a woman. When we first saw the video Susan and I laughed hysterically but I learned the subtlety of the movements and how the smallest thing would look feminine or masculine. Even shaking hands one could look feminine or masculine just by reaching out to the other person. The more I practiced the more natural and feminine my movements were becoming. I also practiced applying my makeup. There was something about makeup that was affecting me more than anything else. Applying the mascara and lipstick was especially exciting and the way it changed my appearance was like a narcotic to me. The more I put on the more feminine I felt and I thought I looked prettier. Susan gave me a reality check when she looked at me and told me I looked trashy. She told me in most cases less is better so I removed it and then reapplied a lesser amount. I guess my male instincts took over when I looked at myself since I wanted to look as cheep as possible as though I wanted to seduce myself. The mixed feelings I get sometimes from male to female really screw me up. I wish I could feel one way or the other but not both ways at the same time, I guess I will eventually