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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 12, Oh - My - God!) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ************************************************************************ This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Twelve - Oh - My - God! I awoke from what I, at first, assumed was my drunken stupor, in my own bed. My head hurt like hell. A fluffy white quilt covered me. As I gained my bearings, I realized that Debbie was sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, lovingly smiling at me. "Good morning sleepyhead," she spoke quietly. I was having difficulty focusing. Everything was blurry. 'Could I have gotten that drunk?' I wondered. I could barely remember the night before, although I did seem to recall a party celebrating something for me. "Good morning," I answered groggily. "Wow! Does my head ever hurt! And my body too. What happened last night? I feel like I've had the crap beat out of me." "Actually Lee Anne," Debbie advised me, "you've been sleeping for the past twenty-four hours. Your party was two nights ago honey." "Huh?" I replied, completely disoriented. "That can't be. I didn't drink that much. Did I?" "Oh, you were pretty drunk sweetie. But no, you weren't drunk enough to pass out for an entire day. You don't remember yesterday, do you?" she quizzed me. "It was a very big day in our life Lee Anne." I thought to myself that she was really taking the whole 'Lee Anne' thing pretty far. I wasn't even 'in role' and she was calling me Lee Anne. "Wait!" I exclaimed, working desperately to process her words. "You said I became partner two days ago. Then you said that yesterday was a very big day in our life. All I remember is making partner. What happened yesterday that I am unable to remember? And why am I so sore all over? Did I have an accident or something? God Debbie! I can't tell you how bad I feel. I hurt like hell!" "You hurt honey?" she asked, motherly sympathy in her voice. "Let me get you something," she said as she ignored my other questions and walked into the bathroom. She returned with a glass of water and several pills that she told me to take. Obediently, I swallowed them all. I then returned to my questions. I wanted to know what was going on. "What happened yesterday Debbie?" I persisted. "Honey, do you remember asking me to look into what you'd need to do to get your very own, real breasts?" she asked. 'What was she saying?' I vaguely remembered a conversation about breasts, in a fantasy sort of way. But I didn't remember asking her to actually check it out for me. Acknowledging that I remembered some talk about breasts, I asked her to explain what she was talking about. "We left the party with Regina Rae and Carla honey," she began. "We had to practically carry you to the car. Then, we came back here and continued partying. You were really feeling your oats. Eventually, we all put on cute little baby-dolls and ended up in bed together. While we were fondling and groping each other, Carla mentioned how she wished you had real breasts, like the rest of us. You totally agreed with her Lee Anne. At that point I told everyone how I had made a call earlier in the day, before your partnership party. I'd found a plastic surgeon in town that specializes in breast implants for transsexuals. She explained that she could implant breasts for you in an outpatient surgery procedure that had a very short recovery time and that she could set it up whenever we were ready." As Debbie was relating this story, I was wondering where she was going with it. I had no recollection of the events she was describing. My head was spinning. I didn't have to wait much longer to find out. "Anyway," she continued, "we agreed that if you really wanted breasts, that you should have them. Soooo, the next morning we woke you up early and took you to the clinic for the procedure. You signed all of the consent forms and even selected the cup size yourself. I was concerned that maybe you'd chosen too large of a size, but now I think you are really going to like them Lee Anne. The doctor said you'd be fully recovered within seventy-two hours. But we can take the bandages off now if you're ready," she advised me as casually as if she was talking about what we were going to eat for breakfast. 'Was I really awake?' I wondered. 'Was this some crazy dream that I was experiencing?' I just knew that what I thought I heard my wife telling me could not possibly be true. How could I come home drunk one night, and two days later have undergone surgery to implant breasts? If it were indeed true, this was more like a nightmare. I wouldn't be able to show up for work at my law firm with tits! But my chest did hurt like hell! I moved my hands up my sides and slowly moved them to my chest. 'Oh shit!' Sure enough, I was wrapped in gauze. And yes, there was what felt like a raised area where my breasts would be. In fact, there were substantial mounds. I vigorously shook my head to try to ensure I was awake. "Debbie!" I exclaimed. "You must be kidding me! Tell me this isn't really happening! I can't have real breasts! How can I ever go back to work? I'd be laughed out of the firm! After all that I've been through to obtain my partnership status!" I was freaking out as the reality of what happened settled upon me. Debbie looked genuinely surprised at my reaction. "I'm sorry Lee Anne," she pouted. "I thought this is what you wanted. You seemed so sure two nights's ago when we were all making love. Regina Rae was confident that it would be fine at work. She and Carla said that no one would probably even notice if you wore a tight athletic bra under your suits. Please don't be mad at me honey. We did it for you." I was speechless. How could I yell at her? She seemed so despondent that she had upset me. I just lay there. Finally, I looked at her and said, "I just can't believe that this is true." I was exasperated. I lay there stewing in anger and frustration. I just couldn't believe they would do something like this to me. Unable to express the extent of my dismay, I said, "Well, we may as well have a look at them. Will you help me remove the bandages?" Debbie smiled brightly and replied, "Sure honey. Let me get some scissors." A few minutes later she returned with scissors and a damp cloth to wipe away residue from the stitching the surgeon had used. Before she began, she told me to close my eyes until she was finished. Nervously, I complied. She pulled the covers off of me and went to work. The anesthesia from the surgery must have been wearing off as I was beginning to have more of a sensation of weight on my chest. Debbie was careful as she eased the scissors under the gauze that was wrapped around my chest. She cut through the bandaging along both of my sides. Slowly and deliberately, she removed the layer that covered my chest. She then softly dabbed around my chest, wiping it clean. The touch of her hands on my breasts felt unusual. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed the heavy sensation upon my chest. I wanted to open my eyes, but Debbie made me keep them closed until she told me I could look. When she'd finished removing the gauze and wiping me clean, she helped me sit up in bed. As my torso was lifted, I felt for the first time what it feels like to have a pair of boobs hanging on your chest. It was sooo weird. They were quite heavy. Debbie helped me to stand and carefully walked me toward her dressing room. As she turned me, I could tell that she was facing me toward her full-length mirror. "Okay honey," she declared, the excitement in her voice ringing through. "You may open your eyes now. They really are beautiful!" I hesitated momentarily. I was nervous. Would I be repulsed at the sight of boobs on my chest? Or would I be totally thrilled? How could I be thrilled? This was no longer a fantasy game. The moment of truth was here. Opening my eyes, the sight reflected in the mirror was entirely incongruent. With no make-up or wig on, my face did not look feminine in the least. The only clothing I wore was a pair of white Vanity Fair Lace Nouveau briefs, through which I could see that, thankfully, my cock still existed. But right there on my chest was a pair of boobs. And they weren't inconsequential boobs either. In fact, they were huge! I learned later that they were DD Cups. They had wide circles of dark brown areolas with good-sized nipples that protruded outward. I didn't know how to react. I was shocked. Although I seriously doubted Regina Rae's alleged assessment that I could hide these large breasts with an athletic bra, my initial reaction wasn't one of complete revulsion either. I stood before the mirror staring at them for I don't know how long. Debbie stood just behind me, smiling warmly, watching and waiting for my reaction. "Well?" Debbie gushed impatiently. "Don't you just love them?" "I?. I?.. I guess," was all I could think to say. "What do you mean, you guess?" she challenged me. "They are magnificent Lee Anne! They're bigger than mine! I'm actually a little jealous of you. The guys will all be after you instead of me when we go out clubbing." I still was at a loss for words, although her encouragements made me feel a little better and a little bolder. "Do you really think so?" I asked, feeling oddly hopeful that she was right. "Duh! I'm sure of it honey," she responded. "I can't wait for Regina Rae and Carla to see them. They told me to call as soon as you woke up. I'd better call them now. Here," she said, handing me a plain, white-lace, full cup bra. "Put this on to help you support those new hooters while I phone Regina Rae. Then get dressed and come downstairs for some breakfast." Clasping the bra around my new appendages, I marveled at the way they filled in the enormous cups. They really were quite large. Although rocked with conflicting emotions, I liked the way they felt. My fingers trembling, I cupped them in my hands through the lace bra. 'Wow! I had real breasts.' As I fondled my newly acquired mounds, my mind was devoid of negative thoughts. Not thinking about the consequences at work, I was simply proud of my boobs and was anxious to show them off to Regina Rae and Carla. Grabbing a white negligee with a matching coat that was lying on a chair next to my bed, I put them on to go downstairs for breakfast. I was famished. I must not have eaten in days. Debbie had made coffee and poured me juice. After a bowl of cereal, we curled up on the couch and waited for Regina Rae and Carla to arrive. Debbie continued giving me positive reinforcement about my new acquisitions, although I swayed back and forth between worry and pride. Regina Rae and Carla arrived in an excited frame of mind, eager to see how my surgery had gone. Of course, Regina Rae immediately seized control. She made me disrobe and remove my bra so they could get a good look. Their reaction upon my removal of the bra was immediate. Screeching and gushing, they marveled at how beautiful they were. Without permission, they reached out and touched them. I didn't want to admit it, but I enjoyed the attention that I was receiving from the girls. I had completely forgotten, for the time being, how having breasts would affect me at work. Carla commented that I must really like being touched, as my nipples grew larger when she and Regina Rae fondled me. Realizing the power touch had on my new mammaries made me blush. Her initial curiosity sated, Regina Rae was ready to proceed to another level. "Girls," she decided. "We need to go shopping! Our new girlfriend is going to need a completely new wardrobe. Are you feeling up to it Lee Anne?" 'Jeez!' I thought. 'Slow down!' The idea of going out in public just yet didn't thrill me. For all I knew, I'd still be seen as a man, only now with unnaturally huge breasts. Trepidation in my voice, I told her I felt a little tired and thought perhaps that I should wait. She eyed me distrustfully, as though she suspected I was stalling. Thankfully, she acquiesced and agreed that it could wait until tomorrow. Giving me no time to further put her off, we made plans to hit the mall first thing in the morning. I really was feeling tired - tired and overwhelmed. Excusing myself, I went upstairs and crawled back into bed. Suddenly, I felt quite drowsy. I could hear the girls downstairs talking, but could not make out their conversation. I had no doubt they were discussing me as I fell asleep. The pills Debbie gave me, combined with the fact that I had so recently had surgery, put me in such a deep sleep that I don't remember anything until Debbie woke me the next morning to get me ready to go shopping. Entering the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, double-checking that I really did have a pair of boobs. Satisfied that I wasn't imagining things, I stepped into the shower, the warm water washing over me. The hot liquid felt nice. I washed my hair and decided that I needed to shave my legs also. While I was shaving, as if by second nature, I shaved my balls again. I left a small patch of hair just above my clitty. I soaped up my body, taking my time washing and gently massaging my breasts. I loved the way it felt as I rubbed my sudsy hands all over them. My nipples grew as I touched them. A shudder ran up my spine as I realized that my cock was swelling without me even touching it. It was reacting to my touching my titties. 'Mmmm. It felt sooo good.' I didn't want to lose that feeling and continued to massage my nipples. What happened next was completely unexpected. My excited penis tensed as I began to shoot my load right there in the shower. Without even touching my dick! 'Amazing!' I thought. Debbie yelled in to me, "Are you ever getting out Lee Anne? We need to get you ready to go shopping." Shaken from my orgasmic splendor, I yelled back, "Be out in a minute honey! It just feels sooo good in here!" I smiled to myself knowing that I wasn't just talking about the warm water on my body. When I stepped out Debbie said, "My! You look flushed. Were you masturbating or something in there?" she joked. "Er? no," I protested. "I was just showering," I lied. "Right!" she said dismissively, as if she knew exactly what I'd been doing. "Come on over here and let's make you look pretty." Debbie told me to pay close attention as she went to work on my face. She explained that since it appeared that I would be spending much more time dressed as a girl, I would really need to learn to apply my own make-up. Debbie was expert in her application. When she was finished, my face looked much softer, though the make-up was clearly not overdone. She retrieved my dark brown human hair wig from her closet and began to fit it over my head. As she did, she observed, "You know honey, if you let your hair grow, I think we could style it to look very pretty without the need for this wig all of the time." Her assessment was probably correct. I'd had long hair in high school and college, although I never had it styled. But it was thick and had plenty of body. When I applied to law school I cut my hair short so that I'd look more professional. The partners in my firm would never tolerate it if I grew my hair out. In fact, I thought to myself, 'Who are you kidding? You're screwed!' Forget the hair! No matter how I tried to buy into the self-deception that Debbie, Carla and Regina Rae were attempting to sell me, I knew deep within myself that I was never going to be able to hide these huge knockers at work. I felt helpless to control the situation. Debbie chose a plain outfit for me to wear shopping. I wore a plaid, pleated skirt and a simple white blouse with rounded collars. I wore the full cup, white bra that I'd worn the day before and a pair of plain white panties and tan pantyhose. She gave me a very practical pair of brown leather flats that she said would make the day walking at the mall much easier on my feet. Later in the day, I appreciated her consideration. As I admired my image in the mirror, I finally concluded that my huge boobs would never be a feature that would go unnoticed. The doorbell rang downstairs. Carla and Regina Rae had arrived. They each wore tight short-shorts and halter-tops with sandals. Their hair was pulled back in easy to manage ponytails. They looked both cute, and yet, extremely sexy. Debbie wore a blue pullover T-shirt dress that clung tightly to her hips and accentuated her extremely tight body. Regular exercise was certainly paying off for her. They decided to stop for coffee and pastries at Starbucks. Regina Rae was driving her Suburban because, as she put it, "We're gonna clear the racks today girls!" Being new to the whole female shopping excursion thing, I had no idea what to expect. I was excited though. After all, the main purpose of the trip was to buy clothes for me. In order to enjoy the day, I avoided the issue of my return to work and the impact that my breasts would have upon me there. Once I saw the final results of Debbie's handiwork, I was not as apprehensive about going out en femme. To put it simply, I looked like a girl and there was no way anyone would know different unless I was forced to talk a lot or they could examine me between my legs. Additionally, knowing I sported my very own bouncing boobs gave me confidence. As we sipped our coffee and munched on muffins, Regina Rae laid out how the day would go. She decided that I would build my wardrobe from the inside out. Thus, the first stop was to be a lingerie store. Regina Rae chose an exclusive, high priced lingerie store where the sales clerks paid extra close attention to the shoppers. All of the sales girls were cute, sexy looking college-aged girls. The wardrobe for the clerks seemed to require that they wear the store's lingerie in a revealing fashion. Thus, the girls wore low-cut dresses and blouses of lacy material that showed off very sexy bras. Additionally, all of the girls wore short skirts or dresses and stockings held up by garters. Having breasts did nothing to diminish my male lusting for the sexy young creatures in the store. When we walked in, Regina Rae, Carla and Debbie went right to the racks and began browsing. I didn't really know what to do or how to act, so I kind of stood behind Debbie. A cute little girl wearing a short, tight, black mini-skirt and a white, see-through lace blouse through which you could see she wore a black lace bra, approached us. She had long, wavy dark hair, with sexy bangs, and the sweetest brown eyes. Her breasts, while not substantial, were perky and fit her body perfectly. I wondered if she realized when we walked in that this was going to be her lucky day. "Hello ladies. My name is Shannon. May I help you with anything?" she inquired sweetly. Regina Rae motioned to me and said, "We're shopping for a complete lingerie wardrobe for our girlfriend, Lee Anne. We want her to try everything on to ensure that it fits. Can you arrange for us to use a large, private dressing room so that we can all assist her in modeling her new lovelies?" Shannon's eyes turned very bright. Quickly realizing that she had hit jackpot, she exclaimed, "Of course!" Addressing me, she said, "How exciting for you Lee Anne! A completely new lingerie wardrobe! Is it your birthday or something?" Debbie giggled and spoke for me. "Yes Shannon," she said. "In fact, it is Lee Anne's birthday today." Regina Rae and Carla were suppressing laughter at the way Debbie was teasing me. I guess, in a way, it was my birthday - my birth as Lee Anne. With Shannon's eager assistance, Regina Rae, Carla and Debbie began selecting various items for me to try on. They chose several pretty pairs of panties of all styles, material and colors, most with matching bras. Noticing that the price tags were quite high, I whispered to Debbie, "We can't afford to spend this much money on lingerie for me Debbie. I mean, can't we share? We're the same size." Debbie shushed me. "Don't worry about the cost sweetie. We all want this for you. And no, we're not the same size anymore. In case you haven't noticed, your knockers are monstrous. You could never wear my bras again. Besides, Regina Rae wants it so much for you that she is paying for everything we buy today. It's her gift to you for helping her get through her divorce." I couldn't believe it. Regina Rae was funding an entire feminine wardrobe for me. Afraid that I'd feel completely indebted to her, I wondered what was next. Oh well, 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,' as they say. Accepting that, over which I had no control, I joined with the others in picking out various sexy under-garments. It was kind of neat that our cute sales girl had no idea that I wasn't a woman. In addition to panty and bra sets we picked out a variety of lace slips of different lengths, teddies, merry-widows and bustiers, everything in many different colors. We picked out several sexy nighties, including baby-dolls, peignoirs and even basic pajama sets. The more we shopped, the more excited I got about everything we were buying. Debbie took on the task of picking out stockings and pantyhose in several shades and styles. Finally, we were ready to try everything on to make sure the sizes were correct. This particular lingerie store had a strict policy that a sales girl had to accompany customers in the try-on rooms to make sure no thefts occurred. Sooo, cute little Shannon entered the private dressing room with us. When I realized that Shannon was going to be in the room, I hesitated about disrobing to try on the lingerie we had selected. Carla, taking note of my reluctance, began whispering in Shannon's ear. Shannon nodded as she listened, then smiled sweetly as she turned to me. "Lee Anne," she began. "I understand that you have a certain, ah,? 'special quality' that you may be shy about. Let me assure you that I completely understand. In fact, I don't mind at all. I think trannies are sexy. Please make yourself comfortable around me. I simply want to make certain that you are a satisfied customer. As far as I'm concerned, we're all girls here." Although I was put off a bit by being called a "tranny", I smiled appreciatively at Shannon's understanding. The other girls began urging me to get undressed so that we could get on with our shopping. Reassured, I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I then unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. After sitting down to remove my pantyhose, I stood up, reached behind my back, and released my bra, letting my new breasts bounce free. Shannon, who had fairly small, yet perky breasts, looked upon them admiringly. I then pulled my panties down and my cock, which was somehow excited by my little striptease, sprung free. Shannon gasped when she saw how large my penis was. "Oh - my - God!" she exclaimed involuntarily. "What a combination Lee Anne! You are the most amazing creature I've ever seen! I have to admit that I generally like girls, but I think you could change my mind." I blushed and said, "Why thank you Shannon." I was a little embarrassed at the way she went on, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Regina Rae seemed irritated. "How are we ever going to know how your panties fit if you can't keep your clitty under control Lee Anne?" Looking around at the other girls, she asked, "Who wants to help our new girlfriend with her, er,?. situation?" At first, I was confused at what she meant. Just then Shannon spoke up. "Would it be alright if I helped her out ladies? I've never seen anything like her and may never again. I'd really love to help." Regina Rae looked to Debbie, who nodded her approval. "Okay sweetie," she said. "But we get to watch. Alright?" "Sure! Whatever!" Shannon exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly, I realized what was getting ready to happen. This cute little college girl, who I'd been lusting after since I'd walked into the shop, was going to suck my dick. I made no effort to stop Shannon, since I'd just heard my wife give her permission. I was beginning to get more comfortable with the idea that things were going to be different in terms of our accepting each other with other sex partners. Shannon approached me and put her soft hands on my naked shoulders. Looking into my eyes with an almost dreamy expression, she kissed me on the mouth. As I savored her soft, sensuous lips, her hands drifted down to my breasts and she gently kneaded them with her tiny fingers. I loved the way it felt to have my breasts fondled in a sexual way, especially by this sexy little girl. Shannon's long fingernails felt fantastic as they slowly stroked my nipples. She had the touch of someone who knew how to make a girl feel good. My dick was at full attention, poking into Shannon's crotch. She looked down at my member, lowering one hand to grasp my fully engorged tool. She began to sink to her knees, but as she passed by my titties, she paused, kissing and softly suckling each one for a few moments. She left rings of her slick, high-gloss red lipstick on each one as she did. From there she worked her way down my belly until she was kneeling before me, face to face with my one-eyed monster. Shannon was so gentle. I loved the way her soft, wet lips felt as they slowly worked their way around my cock. As she kissed me all over, she continually flicked at my love rod with her velvet tongue. I was extremely turned on by Shannon's attention to me. Savoring the opportunity she'd been given, she was in no hurry for the experience to conclude. Regina Rae, Carla and Debbie were enjoying the exhibition as well. They were sitting on the dressing room couch, their hands inserted inside of their panties and rubbing their respective pussies as they watched Shannon blow me. I couldn't believe what an amazing ride I was on. Placing my hands behind Shannon's head, my fingers entwined in her beautiful dark hair, I pulled her mouth down upon my hungry cock. I was anxious for this sweet little girl to bring me to an orgasm. And she was happy to oblige. As she worked her way up and down on my dick, I realized that, although she was young, Shannon was a very skilled cocksucker. And I told her so. She responded to my praise by sucking me completely down her throat. I began moving in and out of her wet mouth in a fucking motion. The combination of my rocking and her sucking soon had me ready to release my juices. "Do you want to swallow?" I asked, not wanting to do anything to upset her. She indicated her acquiescence by increasing her sucking pressure. The little hottie wasn't about to let go of my meat until she sucked me dry. Soon, I was squirting my jism down her throat. She took it all like she was dying of thirst, moaning and groaning her pleasure as she did. When I had finished my orgasm, she continued to suck me until there was no more cum. I watched admiringly as she gulped all of it down her throat without losing any to her chin. She then slid her lips from around me and stood up. "Wow! What a wonderful cock you have Lee Anne! I only wish that you could have fucked me. But I wouldn't want to have missed tasting your sperm either." She then kissed me one last time, sharing some of my sperm that remained in her mouth with me. Addressing the peanut gallery, who had all brought themselves to orgasm as Shannon sucked me off, she said, "Thank you girls for sharing your girlfriend with me. She was delicious!" Everyone assured her that they were happy to share me. Now that my clitty was hanging softly between my thighs, we got down to the business of trying on the lingerie. We had so much fun. Everything we'd chosen fit. Shannon was soon ringing up our purchases at the register. The final price tag was staggering, but Regina Rae seemed unconcerned. Apparently, when you have as much money as her family, a little shopping trip is no big deal. Shannon thanked us for our business and gave me a special smile and wink as she said, "And thank you sooo much for the tip Lee Anne." I told her she was welcome and that I was happy to give it to her. We all giggled, as we understood the hidden meaning in our words. >From the lingerie store we made our way around the mall to other shops. I don't even know how many pairs of shoes we bought. We bought several styles of high heels as well as a variety of comfortable walking shoes and tennis shoes. We spent the most time trying on dresses, skirts, and tops. When we finally finished at the end of the day, Regina Rae's Suburban was packed to the ceiling with my new wardrobe. Thanking Regina Rae profusely for her generosity, she insisted that I had earned everything and that she was happy to do it for me. By the time we arrived back at our place we were all beat. After unloading the car, we fixed cocktails and collapsed in our den. After a while Regina Rae said that she and Carla were going home. She suggested that we all get some rest so that we would be ready for the party tomorrow night. "What party?" I asked. "Oh?! Didn't Debbie mention it to you? We're having a party to celebrate your promotion to partner and also your coming out as a woman." The mention of my recent promotion brought me immediately back to reality. The look on my face must have said it all. "What's wrong honey?" Debbie wanted to know. I looked at her incredulously, amazed that she didn't understand. "What's wrong?!" I exclaimed. "How in the world am I ever going to go back to my law firm looking like this?" I asked, pointing at my well-endowed chest. "There is simply no way that they will ever accept me. I have no choice except to resign and find a job elsewhere with a new identity. I doubt even Elizabeth Morgan would still entertain a partnership with me looking like this!" I whined as I waved at my DD hooters. As the weight of reality fell upon me, I broke down and began to sob. Regina Rae jumped in. "Hold on now Lee Anne honey. Who says they won't accept you as you are? Don't get all worked up over something before you even take steps to address the situation. There are materials that we can wrap around you so that your breasts are not so obvious. Don't be such a defeatist. Besides, you have a few weeks of vacation ahead of you. Why not enjoy things as they are for now? We'll work out a solution to your partnership concerns. Everything will be just fine. Trust me on this. Let's just take things a day at a time. Okay?" Although I had learned not to trust her, Regina Rae's assurances were comforting. And I knew she was right about one thing. There was no point in worrying about it now, although I couldn't imagine how we were going to conceal my huge boobs enough to let me masquerade as a man at work. I shook my head as it hit me that I had just referenced myself as 'masquerading as a man', rather than, 'as a woman', as I had been up to now. I quietly agreed that I would take things a day at a time. Turning my attention back to the party, I wanted to know who was going to be there. In an off-hand way, Regina Rae said that she had just invited a few friends whom she wanted me to meet as Lee Anne, and thought it would be a nice way for us to celebrate my latest success. Naturally, I was uncomfortable at the lack of detail provided. As I was constantly learning, she almost always had something hidden up her sleeve. I wasn't going to learn any more than she'd revealed though. Excusing themselves, she and Carla kissed Debbie and me goodnight and went home. Debbie and I were so exhausted from our day of shopping that we went straight to our room, put on nightgowns, and fell fast asleep in each other's arms. ....to be continued in Chapter Thirteen, "My Coming Out Party" Note To Readers - I want to thank everyone who has given me such wonderful feedback about "Woman Partner". I am really happy that so many people are enjoying the adventure. This is my first story, and I never imagined that it would be so well received. Some have expressed that they wish the chapters would come faster. I thought it would be more fun to spread things out, which is part of why I didn't publish the entire story right away. But now, I find that I am reviewing each chapter before publishing it and am working to refine each one, to ensure that it is as well written as possible. I think the final product is benefitting from the extra effort. Please be patient as I try to provide you the best story I can. Meanwhile, please continue to enjoy "Woman Partner". AND Keep your comments coming. I love hearing feedback!! Hugs, Lee Anne