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For Stacy By Jennifer Adams To get to where this all started I have to give up a little background. My name is Brian S. I don't want to give my whole name for anonymity. At the time I was twenty-five and a couple years out of college with a BA in business. It turned out that getting a job with that BA was a little harder than I had thought since I didn't have any work experience to go with it. I ended up working in a factory for just over minimum wage. Shortly after that, I met Tina. We moved in together not long after we met. For a couple of years things were great. We had great sex and we could talk about almost anything. On day, I was getting dressed after a shower, and laying on the bed was a hot pink bikini. She must have dropped it there while I was in the shower. The fabric was stretchy and shiny. I picked it up and felt it. I rubbed it on my cheek and the feeling was pure electric. I was instantly aroused and wondered what it would look like on Tina. While I was daydreaming, I heard Tina's footsteps coming down the hall so I quickly dropped it and just made it to my side of the bed when she came in the room. "Hi Honey," she said. "... Hi Baby," I replied and stepped over to hug her from behind. She giggled and grabbed my semi-erection and said, "Hmm, something's got your motor running?" "Just thinking of you..." I said as I squeezed her in my arms. "Hmmm... Too bad I have to go to work..." she told me. "Damn! I hate it when you have to work on Saturday." "I know you do, but we need the money," she said turning to kiss me. We kissed and then she said, "Good-bye honey, I love you." I replied, "I love you, too. See you later." With that, she turned and left. Alone all day and I was already aroused. I looked at the bikini and thought about how damn hot it would look on Tina as I heard her close the door and then get in the car, start it and drive off. I picked it up again and felt its smoothness. I beginning to get turned on again. Suddenly out of nowhere a thought occurred to me. I should just try it on and look in the mirror. After all, I was just a little taller and a little bigger than Tina. I stepped into the panty and slid them up my legs. The feeling was sheer bliss. I pulled them into place, but it just wouldn't do. It only covered my ball sack and my stiff dick stuck out the top of the panty like a grotesque flag pole. I took them off and went into the bathroom and took care of business. Afterwards I came back into the bedroom and put the panty back on, now I had a giant bulge in front and everything stuck out everywhere. These were obviously designed to work with a flat crotch. I thought a moment and the solution came to me. I pulled the top of the panty open and pushed my equipment back between my legs. That was a vast improvement. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out how to put the top on. I looked in the mirror. What I saw looked like some hairy monster in a hot pink bikini. This wouldn't work! I took it off and put it back on the bed. I went to get dressed in my own clothes but I couldn't stop thinking about that damn bikini. I put on my boxers and pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I started to leave the room, but I couldn't. I walked back to the bikini and picked it up. This was nuts. I had to get a grip on myself, but I couldn't seem to get my mind off of it. I stripped off my clothes and all but ran to the bathroom. I ran a tub of water and shaved off all my body hair. I didn't even think about how I would explain it to Tina. I toweled off and went back into the bedroom and put the bikini on once again. It looked much better this time. When I moved certain ways I looked very girlie with my longish light brown hair and the padding built into the bra. The fantasy was pretty good. As I pranced in front of the mirror. I thought it would look sexy if I had heels on, so I found a pair of high heeled sandals and put them on. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out how to walk in them and soon I was prancing once again. I brushed out my hair and thought I looked almost as cute as Tina. Then I thought about putting on a little make up I fiddled with Tina's make up, I had seen her do it many times. Finally, I got it on and the effect was incredible, but my brows were too thick so I trimmed them a little. Next I decided to paint my toenails. They looked real sexy in the sandals. I figured toes? Why not fingers? I did those too. They would have looked better if they were longer, but Tina didn't have any fake ones. I began to feel aroused in a strange new way. The feeling was taboo and that in itself made it exciting. There was the fear of what people would think if they knew what I was doing right now and the fear of thrilled me, drove me. I dared myself to leave the bedroom, then walk to the other end of the house and back. Then out the sliding glass doors into the fenced in backyard. While standing by the pool, I thought, why not go for a swim. What if someone saw me? It turned the thrill up a notch. I took off the heels and jumped in before my fears could stop me and swam a couple of laps. I told myself I was a hot girl in a sexy bikini. I got out and didn't want to go back in the house soaking wet. Tina would kill me. So I sat on a lounge chair to dry off. As I was sitting there, I found some of Tina's stuff on the table. There was this stuff to lighten your hair color and a bottle of tanning lotion. I used them both. The lightener didn't work as far as I could tell. Oh well. I laid the chair back and relaxed in the sun. The next thing I knew, Tina was shaking me awake. I tried to look up. Somehow I had turned over in my sleep. "Hi, Baby..." I said, glad that she was home from work. Only then when I saw the look on her face did it all sink in. I turned back over and sat up. "My you look cute!" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Tina... Honey, I can explain," I started to say. "There is nothing to explain dear. Obviously, my boyfriend wants to be a girl," she said. "No wait Tina..." I was too late. She stormed back into the house and closed the door. I went to follow her, but the door was locked. Dressed like I was, I couldn't go out the gate. I just stood there in my heels and bikini. I could hear her moving around inside, but she wouldn't answer me when I yelled. A short time later, I heard a truck pull into the drive and soon her mother, brother, and best friend Janet were all staring out the sliding glass doors at me. Gary yelled through the glass, "You look hot, Brian." I noticed he had a bulge in the front of his pants. His mother hit him in the arm. "What?" he demanded. I turned and walked back to the chair and heard him yell one last time. "Shake that cake, buddy!" I flipped him off and heard Tina yell. "Faggot!" I sat in the back yard facing away from the house for another hour or so when I heard Tina yell over the fence. "Good-bye Brian... Or Brianna." I could hear the sneer in her voice as she continued, "You can keep the bikini and the heels, I wouldn't wear them now anyway." Something came flying over the fence and landed in the deep end of the pool. "Sounds like you get to take a swim." She giggled cruelly and added, "Oh Brianna, you might want to put on more lotion or you'll get a nasty burn." With that I heard her turn and walk away. I was alone. I felt silly standing there in a bikini. What had been a source of great arousal earlier in the day now felt shameful and humiliating. Now all I wanted to do was get out of this stupid get up and put far away from me as fast as possible. I stood in stunned silence for a few minutes and then dove into the pool and retrieved the keys at the bottom. It was only when I went to the back door to unlock it that I discovered that she had put the security bar down in the slide rail so that even if the door were unlocked, I couldn't open it with the wooden stick in the way. I was stuck! The only way I could get into the house now, was to walk around to the front door. I looked at my reflection in glass and Gary was right, I was hot, but I didn't know if I could pull off walking around the house in broad daylight dressed the way I was. Surely the neighbors would see me and I didn't want that kind of notice. I didn't even know what time it was. I couldn't see any of the clocks in the house and I hadn't thought to bring a watch with me. I just stood there staring at my reflection and thinking about how hot I looked. I mean, of course, I didn't really have the wide hips and narrow waist like women do. My breasts didn't appear all that big since the padding was designed to enhance and not replace. I was also a little too tall for an average woman by a couple of inches. On the other hand, my hair now looked lighter more of a reddish blonde than the brown it normally was. With my slightly thinner brows and light make up, it did pass for a woman's face even though I could still see me in it. Also, the flat spot in the front of the small panty did look like it would on a woman. I was starting to feel the way I had earlier in the day. I guess it wouldn't be too bad to just wait until after dark to slip around front. I began sashaying around the pool in my heels. Fantasizing about what it would be like to be a pretty woman in a bikini with men falling all over themselves to get near me. I tried to mimic the way I had seen women models walk on runways on television. I began to imagine that I was a world famous fashion model displaying the latest swimwear as I swayed my hips and turned. I posed my arms in what I thought to be sexy poses, thrust my chest out as I walked and the like. After a while, my feet and legs began to get tired so I sat down on the lounge chair and rubbed more lotion on to my exposed skin and thought it might be a good idea to spray more lightener on my hair so it didn't get damaged as well since it had conditioner in it. I laid back and pretended that I was a model on vacation waiting for my actor boyfriend to show up and what we would do when he got there. Kind of a PG rated version since I didn't was to imagine actually having sex with a man, I just didn't swing that way. I dozed off again out of boredom. I woke again some time later and the sun was just beginning to set. "Finally!" I thought. I sat a little while longer until it was just past dusk. I took off my heels since it would be easer to run bare foot and I walked to the gate. I was rather surprised that I still walked like a woman in heels. I even stayed on tip toes and my hips tilted forward a little from walking in heels all day. Off handedly, I wondered what would happen if I wore heels longer than just one day. I opened the gate and peered out. The street was quiet, I guessed most people were inside eating a late supper. I sprinted for the front porch and grabbed the door knob. It was locked. "Damn her!" I thought at first, but then realized that it was probably best that she had locked it. I don't know what I would have done if someone had walked into my house while I was out back being a girl. I ran back to the pool and got the keys off the table and sneaked back to front door without incident. I unlocked the door and rushed in and slammed the door. I was going to go up to my room and get out of this stupid bikini as fast as I could until I looked around the house and the magnitude of what happened began to sink in. Tina left me! She had left the living room pretty much intact, but the dinning room set was gone along with the china cabinet. They did belong to her. On the floor where the table would have been was an envelope with "Brianna" written on it. I dropped the heels and picked it up. I opened it and read what Tina had written. Dear Brian, I'm sorry, this is just too much for me to deal with. I wanted to surprise you with my new bikini, but you surprised me instead. I don't know how many more of my clothes you wore and I don't think I ever want to I never knew you were a transvestite and that is just not my thing. I believe I was fair in only taking my things and splitting what we bought together. If you disagree, I should say too bad, but I won't. If you do disagree with anything I have taken, call Janet and I'll drop it off at her place for you to get. Please don't call me as I am not able to deal with you. Tina I could see that the word love had been erased. I was stunned. I walked back to the living room sat on the couch and cried for a long time. I ended up being hours before I finally made it up to my room and I didn't like what I saw when I got there. Her dresser was gone, along with her vanity. Her closet was empty well almost. As the shock of seeing her stuff missing began to wear off, I noticed that there were still some things in the closet, and on the bed. It was the clothing I had bought her along with another note on top of the pile on the bed. It just said. I left some things for you that either you bought me or I just didn't want anymore. The pile consisted of bras, panties, pantyhose, and a couple of nightgowns. There were a couple of dresses in the closet. On the bathroom counter I found a small pile of make up items, mostly what I had used that morning along with a few other items and a couple of bottles of perfume. I looked around at the tub where I had shaved off all my body hair. "Well, at least I don't have to try and explain where my hair went." I said aloud grimly. I went back to the bedroom, laid on the bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke in the morning with a start. My stomach was rumbling. I realized that I hadn't eaten anything the day before. I hopped out of bed and hit the bathroom. I had to take the bikini panty off to get my dick out from between my legs. After I went to the bathroom I took the bikini panty into my room and took off the bra. I was a little shocked to see that I had a dark tan with white tan lines. BIKINI TAN LINES! My stomach rumbled again so I didn't have time to think about it. I threw on a pair of boxers and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. I didn't really feel like eating, but my stomach kept arguing. After a couple bowls of cereal. I headed back up to my bathroom to clean up so I could survey the damage I had done the day before. Standing in front of the full length mirror after my shower, I was beginning to realize just how my trouble I was in for. Instead of being a guy with bikini lines, it was worse. Much worse. I stood staring with my mouth agape at the pretty girl looking back at me from the mirror. She was the one who pranced around my pool yesterday with her strawberry-blonde hair, cute face, bikini tan and hot pink nails. Only now her boobs were gone and she had a penis. I poked it between my legs and looked again. Now she was a too tall pre-teen girl. Either way, I was kind of screwed. I had to think of how I was going to hide all this to go to work the next day. It would be a couple of days before my facial hair would grow out enough to be noticeable. This was going to be a problem. The first thing I would have to do is buy nail polish remover since that was the one thing Tina elected not to leave for me. I guess I would also have to buy hair dye and dye my hair close to its original color. It seemed that a trip to the drug store was in order. I put on a pair of boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. I also made sure I had cash. It was too warm to wear gloves, but I did put on a ball cap. I figured that I if I had a problem, I would just say that I lost a bet or something. I put a ball cap on and headed to the drug store. I needn't have worried anyway. The clerk kept calling me miss. She helped me get nail polish remover and as she said, "hair color". Even though she commented several times that she thought my color was cute and that I should keep it. I thought it best to just stay quiet and just let her think I was a girl. I went home and removed the polish and dyed my hair brown again. When I was done I looked in the mirror and wanted to die. The new color did little to hide the cute girl that kept looking back at me through the brown locks. A hair cut! That was what I needed to do. The only place open on a Sunday was one of the salons at the mall. I called and asked if they took walk-ins and was told yes. Twenty minutes after I walked in the cute girl looked back at me, only now sporting a bob. I told the girl I had wanted a trim. She said that was what she gave me and if she cut it any shorter that I would look like a boy. I told her that was exactly what I wanted. She looked at me weird and said that if I wanted a boy-cut all I had to do was ask and she went back to work. When she was finished I had a boy's hair cut, but I looked more like a girl sporting an edgy hairstyle. It was the brows. I definitely had girl's eyebrows and it made my whole face look feminine. She said that it look good and I was lucky that I was cute enough to pull it off. I just blushed and thanked her. I gave her a nice tip since I had yelled at her and left. As I was leaving the mall, I passed a sales lady in the concourse who was giving make up demos and she talked me into sitting in the chair so she could work on me by offering me a twenty-five dollar gift card. She told me she was having a little trouble getting volunteers and if I let her have her way she would throw in free earrings. I figured that maybe I could give them to Tina after she calmed down a little to get her to listen to me. I kind of dozed off a little and Barb, the sales lady shook me awake and told me I was done. I looked in the mirror and gasped. I was beautiful. I now had dark shadowed eyes and deep red lips, my cheekbones stood out and I had red nails. I looked like any teenager in the mall. Teen age GIRL that is. It was then I noticed the free earrings. I was now wearing them. She handed me a gift card and suggested I go into the store and get nice skirt and blouse to go with my new look. I just thanked her numbly and walked off in a daze. I couldn't believe this. I was knew I was never real masculine, but I never thought of myself as girly and here everyone I ran across seemed to think I was a girl even when I was dressed as a man. I stopped at a bar on my way home and some lose bought me a drink. I gulped it down and left. When I got home, I was going to just wash everything off, but I got to thinking. I aught to at least look and see what I look like dressed in girl clothes. I tried on everything Tina left me and I did look pretty good in almost all of it. I would have looked much better if I had boobs though. I stuffed a bra with socks and that seemed to fill the bill. I was a pretty young woman. This seemed even more exciting than it had the day before. I put on a pantyhose, a mini skirt, crop top and heeled sandals and modeled them, then I went downstairs and made myself a salad. I had just finished eating and put the bowl in the sink when I heard the front door open and I froze. I just turned my head and looked at the door as it opened up and Tina stepped through and yelled. "Brian? Are you..." Her eyes found me in all my feminine glory and she trailed off in mid-sentence. "Ah!" She screamed and began to close the door. "Tina wait!... Please?" I called to her. "Please don't run off," I finished as the door slammed. I ran to the door and hesitated a moment and then thought. "Oh to hell with it!" I flung the door open and chased her down the driveway. "Tina! Wait!" I yelled again and this time she stopped as she was getting in the car. "Brian, Oh man! I can't... Brian this is too weird!" She started getting in the car again. "Tina, please don't let it end this way. Please come in so we can talk about this. I'll change clothes," I begged. "I love you." Her expression hardened. "I can't love you like this," she said with venom and motioned to how I was dressed. She sat in the car, but didn't close the door. I took that as a good sign. "I understand what you are saying. I don't understand why I'm doing this stuff at all. I just want to explain what happened. Please? Then we can part amicably..." I trailed off. Her expression softened a little and she got out of the car. Then she did something weird she took my hand and led me into the house. I offered to go change, but she said that how I was dressed was oddly comforting so I stayed the way I was. I explained how the bikini caught my attention and that I wanted to see her in it and curiosity just got the better of me. I seemed to become obsessed with making it look like it would on her and ended up the way she found me. I went on to tell her about how today I was trying to undo what I had done the day before, but everyone kept thinking I was a girl and how the sales lady re-did my face thinking I was a girl. I told her that I was going to wash it off when I got home, but I was curious to see how I looked with the make up and the clothing and that I had come down to eat and was going up to take everything off when she came in. She said that finding some strange woman tanning in our yard that turned out to be her boyfriend was just too traumatic for her and seeing me dressed like this was easier since I looked like a different person. She didn't think she could ever get over the shock of yesterday and as much as it saddened her, she just could never think of me in the same way ever again. We held each other and cried. When we separated, she looked at me and said that I was going to have a small problem because the woman used waterproof make up on me and I would have to go get the removers to take it off. Then she stood up and said, "Brian I will always love you, but I could never live with you again." I said, "I understand." Even though I didn't. With that she walked out my door and out of my life. I buried my head in a couch cushion and sobbed for until I again cried myself to sleep. In the morning, still in the clothes I slept in, I discovered a small paper sack on the porch. I brought it in and found out it had make up remover in it and a note from Janet. It also contained a pair of falsies. The note just said that Tina had asked her to drop this off for me. I was grateful that I wouldn't have to go back to the mall like this. Of course this still left me with my other problem. I still had to go to work and still looked more like a girl than a guy. I didn't even bother to change. After going to the bathroom, I just re-tucked and went down to get the cordless phone. I called in to work and paced in my heels as I waited for my boss to pick up. When he did, I told him that I need to take a couple of days off for personal reasons. He told me that with several people on vacation that he couldn't afford for me to be off. He asked if I was sick and had I been smart I would told him yes, but I said no. He said that if I wasn't in to work in an hour I was fired. I looked at the cutie in the mirror and realized I would never be able to get all this stuff off and get ready for work in time. Even if I could find a way to hide my thin eyebrows. Finally, I said, "Carl, I just can come in today." "Fine!" He said sounding really angry. Bring your uniforms in on Friday and get your last check!" Then he slammed the phone in my ear. Now I was unemployed. I continued to paced as I worked off my aggression. It took me about two hours to calm down enough to stop pacing and I went upstairs to get cleaned up. I took off my skirt and blouse and checked myself out in the mirror. I noticed that the heels were kind of shaping my butt and made it look more like a woman's butt. On one hand I found the shape of it sexy, on the other, the fact that it was my butt scared me more than a little. When I showered I decided to re-shave my body hair and my beard and mustache I figured since I looked so girlish and it would be a couple of weeks until my brows look full enough to pass as a man again, I would play around a little more with dressing up. I used the stuff in the bag and removed my make up and I remembered that the lady at the mall said that I needed to clean my ears with peroxide so I did. After my shower I put the adhesive back on the falsies and put them on my chest. Then I put on a pair of white lace panties, white clam diggers that showed off my flat crotch and a pink shirt that only had one sleeve. I found a color that looked close to my nails and painted my toe nails. Then I played with what make up Tina left me. I put on a pair of low heeled sandals and checked the mirror. I looked cute. I found a red haired wig in Tina's closet and put it on and looked in the mirror again. It was too much. I looked like a living doll. Pranced around the house like that doing housework and when that was done, I watched a couple of soaps and a couple of other shows I thought women would watch. Then I worked on my resume a little I was kind of like my own secretary. It was nearly three weeks until my eyebrows filled out enough for me bush them up a little so I could dress as man again. Luckily I had enough savings to be out of work that long. I spent the whole time dressed as a girl. I even went out to buy groceries as a girl. Of course, I waited until late at night when very few people were around. By the time I was able to be myself, I was pretty much girl-ed out and I was glad to be a guy again. The only thing that remained was my hairless body until it grew back again and my much darker bikini lines. I also had holes in my ears, but they wouldn't be too noticeable with out earrings in and the would close up eventually. It also took me a couple of days of using polish remover to get every last bit of polish off my nails. Also my hair had grown out a little so I didn't look so much like I had a pop culture girl's hair cut. I boxed up everything that didn't hang put trash bags over everything that did and put them back into Tina's closet. I ended up doing odds and ends kinds of jobs for about a year. I delivered pizza for a while and managed a gas station for a little bit. I never again was even tempted to wear Tina's old clothes, but I didn't get rid of them either they just kind of sat in storage in the closet. I also didn't date anyone let alone consider sharing my bed and house again. I was in a bar on a Monday night, which was my day off, when Bob walked in. Bob and I had gone to college together and had lived down the hall from me in the dorm. He sat down next to me and we began catching up on old times. I asked. "So, what have you been up to since college?" He replied. "Well, I just kind of bounced around from job to job and not really doing much of anything." I said, "I know what you mean, I couldn't even find a gig in my field and now that I have one, I don't like it." He laughed. "Eh, too bad they couldn't get us jobs along with our degrees." We both laughed at that. He went on. "Hey, look. I'm starting up small real estate office and I could use someone to run my office. We could partner up, I'll help you get your real estate license we'll split the profits 50/50. What do you say?" "Sounds great!" We talked for quite a while and eventually, I asked where he was staying and he said that right now he was staying in his car since he was putting everything in to getting started. I offered him my spare bedroom. He ended up following me to my house. He was rather pleased with it. I told him that I was living with someone when I bought it, but she left me. He said that was sad. He said, "My folks used to live almost right behind you." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, I grew up there. They both passed away a little over a year ago," he said. "I'm sorry to hear that," I answered. "Their car was hit by a semi. At least it was quick," he said sadly. "You didn't keep the house?" I asked. "No, it was in their will. We had to sell it and split the proceeds between me and my sister Julie and my share is tied up in this venture," he replied. "Nothing ventured nothing gained?" I asked lightheartedly and we chuckled. "Yeah, something like that," he said, finally. We went to bed and in the morning we began preparations to get started. I kept working nights at the station for a while until we got the office space and he sold his first dozen property. Then I quit my job and went to work at the office fulltime. He handled reception and phones since they were sales opportunities. I only did that when he was out of the office as I did my prep to get my agents license. I mostly handled the financials, computer system and website services. My office was in the back kind of by itself and I liked it that way. A couple of weeks after I went full time Bob said he had a treat. He had a remote. He pointed it down the hall and suddenly music filled my office. He said that it was supposed to be relaxing to help ease stress. I told him that I thought it was cool. The days continued and I eventually got my real estate agent's license, but this meant that now I also did closing paperwork and increased my commissions. As time went on I began to notice odd little things I was doing. I seemed to be eating a lot of salads with light dressing. I grabbed a diet coke one time by mistake and now I seemed to prefer it. I also noticed that when women came into the office or I was out and about, I would watch them intently. Not sexually, but how they acted, what they said and how they said it. I watched the difference between when they spoke to a man, a woman, or a child. It was as though I was filing it all away or something. I asked Bob what the music was that we listened to in the office and he said it was called easy listening for relaxation. I asked him to get me a copy of the music we played in the office since I was really beginning to enjoy it. There were ten CD's in all and before I knew it I was listening to them all the time, at work and at home. In fact, I listened to it so much, Bob got sick of it at home and asked me to use headphones. Then almost a year after we started the agency, I began to feel fat. I don't know what it was, but I just felt like I needed to loose weight. Also about this time, I began to feel as though I were too tall. Light switches seemed to be too low on the wall. I started falling into chairs because I seemed to think they were taller. I would look up to high when talking to people, even Bob. I would look to where I thought their eye would be and found myself looking over their heads. That would last for a couple of days and then everything seemed normal. Then a week or so later it would happen again. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty skinny, but it felt right to me. Everything in the mirror would look too tall and not really at the same time. I couldn't figure it out. When I asked Bob, he said that he had no idea. A couple of weeks later, it seemed to change. I felt that everything and everyone should be taller and I felt like I should be wider, well at least my hips. I would have trouble walking for a day or two and would trip over my own feet and then I was fine. Again, it would happen a few days later and after a day or two I would walk without a problem. Around that time, I would also misjudge distances with my arms. I would reach for something and miss it a couple of times before I had to turn and look right at it to pick it up. After a day or two it would also stop and then happen a few days later. My clothing seemed to be getting too big for me and I started getting chaffed in places from the extra material rubbing against my body and I had begun wearing two pairs of socks because my shoes were getting loose on my feet and rubbing blisters on the back of my heels. At different times I thought I saw Bob watching me, but when I looked at him he was looking elsewhere. I wondered if I was going nuts or something. Bob continued to say he didn't notice anything out of place about me. There was also something weird with my penis and testicles. They felt huge to me and seemed to always get in my way when I moved. I started scrutinizing them every night. I slowly began to notice that they seemed to be getting smaller but I wasn't sure what to do about it and I was afraid to tell anyone about it. I kept telling myself. "It's probably just be my imagination." I couldn't understand what could be causing the changes. The music I was listening to came to mind among other things, but Bob was listening to the same music that I was and he didn't seem to be changing. None of the other things I had thought of appeared to be the cause either. It suddenly began to feel normal to sit to pee and a Saturday morning not long after that I found that I needed to sit to pee. I had been trying to deny what was happening in my crotch until my penis and testicles all but disappeared. There was no denying it now. My testes seemed to have pulled back up inside my body along with my scrotum and my penis was so small that standing no longer was an option. It was only about a half an inch long, the weight of my scrotum pulled it into a downward angle and it was turning pink. In fact, it was almost beginning to look like Tina's clitoris and my scrotum kind of looked like the pink lips that stuck out a girl's pussy. When I discovered this I was startled out of my complacency and I tore my clothes off one night and stood in front of the mirror. It was only then that I realized just how thin my body hair had become. I had noticed that I was loosing a little in the shower for the past couple of weeks, but now I could tell that there wasn't a trace below my neck. Even after a couple of days, my facial hair, which was slowly lightening over the past few weeks, was extremely fine and nearly transparent. With the way my penis had shrunk and positioned itself it looked like I had a slit. I looked for all the world like a little girl below the waist. Below the waist? Who was I trying to kid. My whole body looked like an adolescent girl on the verge of puberty. My hips were wide and my waist was narrow, my chest, shoulders, arms, legs and neck had shrunk and now looked feminine. My face was softer and my brows thinner. My lips and eyes looked bigger while my nose looked smaller. Even my nipples looked like little kid's nipples that are the same color as their skin, only mine were slightly puffy. My hair that I kept forgetting to get cut was now as long as it had been when I dressed as a girl. That reminded me about the girl clothes in my other closet. I thought about trying them on, but right now I was scared. For some reason it looked like I was turning into a girl. I put my bathrobe on and went down the hall and knocked on Bob's door. He opened it and stared at me for several seconds before saying. "Brian? What's wrong with you?" "I don't know man," I said, the worry in my voice made it raise a little and made me sound like a girl. "It looks like I am turning into a girl." "What?" he exclaimed. "That's not possible. Is it?" "I don't know..." I trailed off. "Look!" I said and I opened my bathrobe. I watched him as he slowly looked down my body and then back up to my face and said, "Dude! This is unreal. Can I get a better look?" I just nodded timidly and headed back to my room with Bob following me. I realized that I could feel my butt cheeks jiggling as I walked. In my room, I took off the robe and he sat on the bed and looked me over while he had me slowly turn around. He stopped me and looked at my crotch. He got real close and then leaned back a little. "Can I touch it?" He asked. "Sure, I guess," I said. He reached out and split my "lips" and looked at my tiny penis, then he turned me around and squeezed my ass cheeks a little. He had me lay on the bed on my back and spread my legs. And looked between them. The skin around my dick stayed kind of firm looking like a closed vagina. He open the folds again and looked and probed inside with a finger and said, "Well, you don't have a vagina, but it looks like you do. Not only that, the rest of your body looks like a female." As he said that, he touched my tiny penis and I jumped. I felt like a pleasant electric jolt. "You okay?" He asked and I nodded as I drew in a sharp breath. I was shaking and I said, "Man, I've been shrinking too. My shoes are sloppy and my clothes are baggy. I'm getting chaffed by my clothes and my shoes have worn a blister on my heels... I don't know what to do." He had me stand up again and said, "Yep, you're shorter than before. Hold on a minute." He left and came back with a tape measure and a pencil. "Stand against the door frame." I did, and he marked where the top of my head was with the pencil. "Okay." I stepped forward and he measured from the ground and announced. "Five foot, four inches." "Five-four? "I asked. "That means I've lost about six inches. "Damn Bob! What should I do?" "Well, first I would say, you should call a doctor. Then you should probably find something that fits you better," he suggested. The only things I have here that might fit are some things that Tina left, but they are women's clothes..." I said cautiously remembering the last episode with those clothes. He thought for a moment and said, "Well, if they'll fit so what? Unless you'd rather run around naked..." "No!" I replied. I went to the closed and pulled out the women's clothing I had worn about two years ago. I opened the box and started taking the things out and placing them on the bed while Bob just stared at me. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, it's just that... Well, a woman empties a box the way you are doing it. A man would just dump it out. Maybe the changes are more than just physical?" he said defensively. I stopped what I was doing and looked at myself. He was right, I hadn't really thought of that. I wondered how girly I was acting now. "Hmm, I guess you're right. Wow." He continued to watch me as I found a less feminine pair of panties to wear and slid them up my legs. I pulled them into place and thought. "Wow, they fit much better." "What?" Bob asked. Oh Shit! I had said that out loud I had to think of a quick cover. "They fit better than my boxers." "Oh. Given your new shape, I would guess so," he replied. Good save! He didn't catch it. I never told him about my three weeks of cross dressing and I wasn't sure I wanted him to know. Of course, the least feminine thing in the box was the pink crop top and the clam diggers. I added the sandals that matched. He didn't act as though he noticed that I knew it was a matched outfit, or perhaps he just put it up to my acting girly. I glanced in the mirror and noticed it looked even better on me than it did the last time. We went downstairs for me to call the doctor and in this outfit. Again I could really feel my hips shake and my butt jiggle. He followed me down the steps and I swear he was watching my ass, but I couldn't say for sure. I took an odd sense of pride that he might be checking me out. I think I should have been slightly disturbed at that, but I wasn't. I called the doctor's office and the receptionist told me she could get me in in a week. Bob told me I could take the week off if I wanted, but I said that it wouldn't be necessary. Then he asked if I wanted to go eat and pick up some more panties since they seemed to fit better. "Like this?" I asked, gesturing to myself. "Why not? What better way to go buy women's underwear? Otherwise you might look like a pervert or something... Well okay, maybe not, but..." he reasoned. "Yeah, but what if someone recognizes me?" I asked. "Trust me, no one will," he said and I did trust him. Still I resisted. "Bob..." I whined. "I don't want to go out as a girl." He just gave me a stern look and said, "Come on, lets go." He took my hand and led me to the door. "Wait!" I said and tried to pull my hand out of his grasp. "No, we need to do this so you are coming." He still had that stern tone in his voice. "If I'm going to go out in public like this, I need a little more work..." I said as I gestured to my obviously flat chest. "What do you suggest?" His tone softened a little. "I... Uh... Well..." I was flustered so I just blurted it out. "Look Bob, I've done this before." "Huh?' He paused. "You have?" I looked at the ground and noticed I was kind of twisting my foot back and forth the way Tina did when she was nervous. "Yeah, that's why Tina left me. I don't know why, I kind of became obsessed with this bikini she had bought and before I knew it, I had shaved my body, made myself look feminine and was prancing around in it. I fell asleep like that and she came home from work and found me. The next day, I tried to undo what I had done but I had done too good of a job to be undone in a single day. While I was out, I was mistaken for a girl and ended up having to wait three weeks before I could pass as a man again. In the mean time I tried out dressing like a woman with the help of some things Tina gave me. Now if I am going to out in public as a woman again, I'll have to look the part. The make up is probably not safe to use anymore it's been up there for nearly two years and I don't know how long Tina had it before that, I can use the falsies and fix my hair." "Oh," was all he said and let go. I went up to my room more than a little embarrassed at what I had just confessed to Bob. I kind of wondered what he would think about me now. Maybe he would think I wanted this to happen, or that I somehow caused it. I guessed I would just have to wait until he thought it through to see what he had to say. This made me a little worried because I realized that with that information he might freak out and leave like Tina did. The truth is, I needed him. With my body making such a drastic change that I can't believe I hadn't fully noticed before now. I knew I needed him to lean on and be strong for me. I hoped he could be there for me. In my room I dug out the falsies and took off my top. I put new adhesive on the backs on them and positioned each one on my chest and slipped my top back on. I looked in the mirror and it blew me away. I looked much better than I did the last time even with my hair in shambles. I thought that it looked almost like I had just spent the night having wild sex with my boyfriend and it made me giggle. I caught myself and just shook my head. I brushed out my hair and parted it in the middle which I already knew made it look more feminine. Then I took the earrings and dipped them in peroxide and pushed them into the marks on my earlobes left from when they were pierced before. Now in the mirror, I looked cute and realized that no one would suspect that anything other than what I appeared to be. A woman. I walked down the steps and caught sight of Bob. He just stared at me for a long time. I nervously twisted my foot and began twirling my hair with my finger. Finally, I asked him. "Well?" "Um... Uh..." he stammered and then, "My! I can't believe it. You look pretty." I was waiting for good, but it didn't follow. I looked at the ground and giggled I didn't know what else to say so I softly said, "Thank you." He looked me up and down for several more seconds, then said, "Are you ready Stacy? "Stacy?" He glanced at me and said, "Well you don't look much like Brian do you? Besides, you look like a Stacy. It just sort of fits." I thought about it a moment and replied, "I guess it's Stacy for now." He opened the door for me and we walked out to his car. He opened the passenger door for me and walked to the driver's side and got in. "You seem nervous?" he asked. "A little." "Understandable, but it seems like you have more on your mind," he pressed. "Uh... I guess so..." I said as I looked out the window. "I noticed that you pierced your ears," he added. "Yeah, they were pierced before." I confessed. "They look pretty," he commented. "Thank you..." I knew what was going on. It was the 800 pound gorilla sitting between us only this one was pink. The one neither of wants to start talking about, but needs to be discussed. I didn't want to talk about my revelation to him or how he felt about it because I was afraid of what he might say, but I needed to know. ' Knowing is better than guessing.' I told myself. ' at least I know where we stand.' I turned this over in my mind for a few more minutes and said, "Bob, I'm sorry if my confession frightened you..." He was quiet for a couple of minutes and it scared me, but then he said, "It didn't. I guess it just kind of startled me. I mean, it was such a private and personal thing to admit to someone else." "It doesn't freak you out that I have done this before?" I said bluntly look straight at him. "After what you showed me this morning, it would take more than that to freak me out..." He glanced over at me and added. "I'm sorry, I know you couldn't help it, you needed to tell someone and it's not like you meant for this to happen..." "Yeah, I didn't. I mean, I don't want you to think that because I dressed like a girl before that I did this to my self. I mean not consciously. The last time I dressed this way, it was kind of a fluke. I didn't mean for it to happen it just sort of did and then I figured since already looked like a girl why not try it out while I had the chance. It was fun, but as soon as I could pass as a man again, I packed the girly things away and planned to never touch them again. I don't know why I kept them, I guess I did just in case. But I never wanted anything like this to happen." "I know," he said sincerely. He was quiet for a couple of minutes. When he stopped at a red light he turned at looked me. When I returned his gaze, he looked right into my eyes and quietly asked. "Would you like to try it out again? Maybe even take it a little further?" "Further?" I asked. He answered by putting his arm around me and drawing me close to him. I didn't resist. When my mouth reached his, he pushed his tongue between my lips and I yielded to him. As his tongue entered my mouth I felt a tingle rush from lips to my nipples and then down to what was left of my penis. I wanted this! I couldn't believe it, but I did. It was like the fulfillment of my fantasies. I put my arms around him as he brought his other arm up to embrace me. Passion exuded like a heavy mist and permeated through the car. I began to feel my toes involuntarily flexing when suddenly a horn sounded and shattered the mood. We pulled apart and stared straight ahead embarrassed to be caught having such a private moment in public like that and Bob pulled away from the light. As he drove, I unfastened my seatbelt and slid close up against him and fastened the center belt around my waist. He put his arm around me and I nestled into his chest. "Yes." I paused still basking in the euphoria of our kiss. "I would definitely like to try further." He kissed my forehead and I giggled. "Let's really do you up?" he asked. "Okay," I replied dreamily as Bob lightly rubbed my cheek. I thought about it and was kind of thrilled at the prospect of going all out being a girl. First we went to a fast food place for a quick breakfast. The girl took Bob's order and then looked at me and said, "What can I get you, miss?" I loved it! We got our food and Bob put his arm around me as we walked to the table. Then he waited for me to sit down before he sat. It was cute. While we were eating, a little boy who looked about two came right up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Timmy." I looked down at him and said, "Hi Timmy, I'm Stacy." He giggled and ran away. I looked in the direction he was running and saw a woman who must have been his mother sitting a table away from us. She said, "Hi, he's such a little lady killer. He flirts with every pretty girl he sees." I blushed and Bob snickered. "Oh, thank you." He ran up to me and said hi a couple more times while we ate. I know I blushed every time he did it. When we stood to leave he said, "Bye-bye, Stacy." A funny idea struck me and bent down and kissed his cheek and he turned red. Bob said, "Oh, found yourself a new boyfriend Stacy?" I said, "Uh-huh." And he turned even redder and ran away and hid behind his mother. We looked at each other and giggled as she gave me a wink. Then Bob took my hand and we walked back out to his car. I was reveling in my new little game. Bob drove us to the mall and we spent most of the day going from shop to shop as I tried on everything from underwear out and more. I got new nightwear and some new jewelry. I ended up in the same salon where I had been mistaken as a girl the first time. The same stylist trimmed my hair and kept commenting on how pretty I looked. I also went to the same department store for make up, but the saleslady that made me up the first time was no longer there. Bob also took me to a nail salon where I was treated to acrylic finger nails along with a manicure and a pedicure. I felt wonderful as I was pampered and waited on all day. We stopped at a place in the mall for a light lunch and continued shopping. I won't even tell you how much we spent, but I had a whole new, if not limited, wardrobe. I was also a little surprised at how well Bob seemed to be handling all this. I was having a blast playing my part and perhaps a little more of my girly feelings I seemed to exhibit earlier this morning. Bob seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. After we got home and Bob helped me put everything away in my "girl" closet, he suggested that it would be nice to go out for an upscale supper. He headed downstairs and I got to work on getting into a little black dress, a garter belt with black seemed stockings and black high heeled sandals. As I was getting dressed, it occurred to me that I should be more freaked out by all this and it seemed odd that I wasn't. I chalked it up to being two years with out companionship. When I walked down the steps, Bob's jaw dropped as he saw me. "What?" I asked. "You're beautiful," he said and I giggled. "I mean it!" he said defensively. "Thank you." I blushed yet again and added, "You look handsome." And he did look great in his suit. "Thank you," he said with a nod. "Shall we go, M' Lady?" With that he offered me his arm. I took my small matching purse with my right hand and slipped my left arm into his and he led me out the door into the night. We went to a nice restaurant with a lounge and a dance floor. The food was great, all though, I don't remember much of it as I was too intoxicated with the wine but mostly the emotions I was feeling. After dinner, he asked me to dance and I graciously accepted. I let him lead me around the dance floor. This was an entirely new experience for me and I seemed to take to it like a duck to water. He kissed me several times while we danced and each one was like a surge of electricity. They were like pleasure spikes in my aroused euphoria at being in public and on a date with a man, but not just any man. I was out with Bob, whom I already have feelings for and now they were becoming more intense. I wanted to continue dancing like this for ever, but Bob told me it was getting late and we needed to go. I let him lead me to the car with his hand in the small of my back. I reveled in the sound of the click-clack of my high heels on the cement and knowing that it was the sound of me walking. He opened the door for me and I sat and swung my legs in and then slid into the middle of the seat and buckled up while he walked around and got in the car. When he pulled on to the street, he put his arm around my shoulders and I rubbed his thigh. I think we both had the same thing in mind, carrying things to their apparent conclusion. We pulled into the drive and he helped me into the house and drew the drapes as I put some soft music on. We continued to dance as we seduced each other. We took our time, our actions were deliberate with a sense of purpose. By the third song my dress was lying on couch in a heap along with his shirt coat and tie and pants. We massaged each other as we danced and he took particular fondness with my ass. As he played with my ass, he pulled me tightly against him and I could feel the contrast between us. His body was hard and mine was soft. His skin felt course while mine felt smooth. Even with me in heels, he was tall and I was short. I could even smell the difference in our scents. He smelled masculine and I smelled feminine. I felt his stiffening penis, while my diminished penis didn't even twitch. This all aroused me, but it did not focus in my crotch as it used to. It was more like every nerve ending in my whole body was hyper-aware. We continued to kiss as well. He reached into the front of my panties and touched what was left of my penis and I bucked my hips slightly as it was now extremely sensitive. That was all it took to bring me to climax and I nearly lost my balance, but he held me up. It wasn't nearly as intense as I had been used to and I felt my cum just sort of dribble out rather than shoot like before. I also found that it didn't end my arousal like it used to. It left me wanting more. So, I reached down the front of his boxers and touched his penis. It was the first one I had ever touched that wasn't mine. It felt so different to me. It was about the same size mine had been and it felt extremely warm. Suddenly, an idea hit me and on impulse I went with it and slowly dropped to my knees causing Bob's hand to slip out of my damp panties. I pulled his boxers down as I lowered myself and found I was staring straight at the tip of his penis. Before I could think about what I was doing, I sensuously took in into my mouth. The magnitude of what I was doing hit me. Regardless of what I looked like, I was a man and here I was on my knees in a bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels with another man's penis in my mouth. Rather than disgusting me, it turn my arousal up a notch. I was submitting to a man like a woman. I licked and sucked him for several more minutes until I could feel him pulse in my mouth and knew he was about to climax. I let his penis slip out of my mouth and said in a breathy voice that sounded like a bitch in heat. "Take me Bobby. Make me a woman... Make me your woman." I didn't know exactly where that had come from, but I liked it. At that moment I wanted nothing more than for Bob to make me his woman. He needed no other prompting. He gently guided me to lay on my back on the soft carpet and pulled my panties off, leaving me in my bra, garters, nylons, and heels. Then he lifted my legs and slowly entered into the only place I had for him down there. I felt him gently penetrate me for the first time. The feeling was intense as he finally slid it all inside of me and then began to pump back and forth. He stared into my eyes and I into his as he slowly pumped in and out of me, occasionally stretching down to kiss me with long lingering kisses. I knew we weren't just having sex. There was more to this, much more. He was making love to me soft and sweet and I was returning the love as I slowly moved my hips to meet his thrusts. I felt him begin to quicken his pace slightly and I knew he was close. I met his thrusts as we worked together for his climax. He leaned down and kissed as I felt him explode inside me. At the same time, I shuddered as I felt my own intense climax rock my body. "I love you," he said and then looked startled that he had said it. I looked up at him, smiled and said, "Stacy." He looked confused so I added. "I love you, Stacy." He smiled and said softly, "I love you, Stacy." "I love you to, Robert." As we lay in the afterglow I though about it. It was incredible, I had never experienced anything like this before and I have had more than one other partner in my life. I decided right than, that I would do all that I could to keep this treasure I had found. I would be Bob's doting lover as long as he would have me. It didn't bother me that it meant I would have to be a woman to do it either. I was really enjoying that anyway and even when the novelty wore off, I was sure I could keep it up as long as this would be part of my life. He laid down on top of me and slid his arms under my shoulders as his hand cradled my head and kissed me again. We laid there on the floor, breathing hard and I could feel him softening inside me, but he was still there. As we lay there touching and rubbing each other as we recovered, he began to stiffen again and soon he was back up and thrusting inside me again. This time it was even more sensuous as our arousal slowly built up to a crescendo once again. We continued like this into the wee hours. I woke to find my ass nestled against Bob's crotch and his arms around me. I thought about it and quickly decided that I liked waking up this way. I laid there in his arms enjoying the comfort of being wrapped in his embrace when he began to nuzzle my ear and kissing my neck. Then he softly asked, "Are you awake?" I said, "M-hum." I felt his penis in the crack of my ass and it only took him a moment to find the mark and we were at it again. Afterwards, I got up and went upstairs and took a shower, re-attached my falsies and dressed in a pair of stretch pants and a t-shirt. I came back downstairs and cooked him breakfast while he showered. I got a thrill from cooking my man breakfast. Later, I packed us a lunch and Bob took me to a near by lake and we hiked a little. I liked looking down to see my pink and white sneakers on the trail while we walked hand in hand. We talked about the same kinds of stuff we normally did, but it was somehow different. We seemed to view things more like a couple than roommates. That night, we shared my double bed. We decided not to fully move Bob into my room at this point but that seemed to be a real probability in the near future. On Monday morning, I wore a skirt suit to the office and found it a little different to drive in a skirt and heels. Bob and I drove separate cars to the office since we occasionally had run separate errands and he still hated the CD's I liked listening to. I noticed that as the day wore on, I seemed to move more naturally in my skirt and heels. In fact, it seemed as though I was walking, sitting, typing, and writing more femininely and sexily. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but I could tell. I also seemed to feel more comfortable wearing a skirt, heels, bra, panties, and pantyhose. Even late into the afternoon, when I saw my reflection in one of the two decorative mirrors, I had to stop a moment and check myself out. I would also scoot my chair back from my desk and check out my legs in nylon. Each time I would feel a thrill shoot through me that was a combination of fear of discovery and arousal that I was being a woman. I also caught Bob checking me out several times and once or twice he would gab my ass or feel my legs as I walked by. This only added to my sense of arousal and by the time we got home, I was ready to go. Bob needed no encouragement as he was on me as soon as he closed the door, only this time he striped me completely and sucked my tiny nipples and fingered my tiny penis as he made love to me in the rear and kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck. When we were finished, I picked up my things and took them to my room. I asked Bob what he wanted for dinner and he said, "You in nothing but your heels." So, I donned my heels and made him pot roast in the buff. I found it erotic to be an object of lust and Bob seemed to really be enjoying the show. We ate dinner and I cleared the table, Bob picked me up and put me on it. Then he laid me back and spread my legs and began licking my "pussy". It felt wonderful. He licked me until I climaxed, but he didn't stop and soon I had another and another. Finally, he stood up and unzipped his pants. I knew what he was going to do, but I had another idea and scrambled onto the floor on my knees and took his hard shaft into my mouth. I licked and sucked until he exploded in my mouth and I struggled to swallow it all. It was my first taste of male cum and all though it wasn't the best tasting stuff I've ever had, I could get used to it. Giving a blow job, made me feel cheap and that turned me on After we got cleaned up, I went up and got dressed in stretch pants and a sports bra and took off my heels, I really loved showing off my flat crotch. When I came back downstairs, Bob was on line. I motioned me over and I saw he was on some fetish store's website. He pointed to a pair of high heeled shoes that made the wearer walk on the tip of their toes and each one had a little built in lock on them. The caption under the photo said they were locking ballet shoes. He said, "How about serving me dinner in those?" I thought about what had just happened earlier and smiled. "If you buy 'em, I'll wear 'em," I dared. I had never seen them before, but inside I thrilled at the thought of wearing such shoes. "Oh yeah? How long?" he asked in an amused tone that hinted excitement. "Obviously as long as you want, Lover," I said with a wink and pointed to the lock. I watched him click buy and felt a tingle of excitement run through me. Then we walked to the living room to watch television. Tuesday and Wednesday found me in shorter skirts and higher heels, but were otherwise similar to Monday. On Thursday, I went to the doctor. The nurse looked a little shocked when I, looking obviously like a woman, answered to the name Brian S. but lead me back to intake anyway. I was glad that I happened to be the only one in the waiting room at the moment, having been the last one called before lunch. She took my vitals, height, weight, pulse, and blood pressure and noted them in my chart. She asked me why I wanted to see the doctor and I told her that for some reason I was turning into a woman. She looked at me and then looked at my chart. She said, "Normally, I would think it was all in your head, but given the vast difference in your body since the last time you were here, I share your concern. You've lost about sixty pounds and about six inches in height. You bone structure also appears to be proportionate meaning that it looks like the rest of your bones have shrunk to match your height, as least for a woman. I see that you have taken to dressing like a woman." "Well, these clothes seem to be more comfortable now. There have also been some other changes in my life since this started to make me glad it is happening, but I am still worried about possible side effects and I am confused as to why it is happening," I told her. "Hmm. I can understand that," she said, handing me a gown. "I think Dr. Johns is going to want to see all of you." She showed me to an exam room and closed the door as she left. I took off my clothes and donned the gown and sat on the exam table. A short time later, Dr. Johns came in and looked at me and said, "Hmm, what do we have here?" I told him about everything I had noticed about my body changing and added what Bob said he had noticed about changes in my mind as well. He said he would have a look. He had me take the gown off and looked me over and noted that my I had no body hair at all. I didn't even have follicles. He mentioned that it looked as though I had the bone structure of a young girl on the verge of puberty. He poked and prodded a little more and even had me lay on my back with my feet in the stirrups and poked around my crotch. He noted that I appeared to have labia majora and labia minora and said it looked like a complete vulva with a swollen clitoris, but no vagina as of yet. I asked him what he meant and he said that he didn't know just how far this would go and that I might end up a fully functioning woman. He was clearly amazed. He felt my hips and had me stand up with my back to him and bed forward. He wrote some notes in my file. He had me put the gown back on and took be down the hall for an ultra sound. Finally, we sat back in the exam room and he told me that at this point, he had no idea as to why I seemed to be changing sex. He went on to say that it was clear that was what seemed to be happening. He said that he