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Keep Your Friends Close!
by The Princess
As amazing as the following story seems I am living proof that it is one
hundred percent true. I have to admit that there are times that even I do
not believe it so I sure can understand if you feel the same way.
To begin I will have to give you a quick run down of my life up until two
years ago.
My name then was Steve McMartin. Ring any bells? Yep the same McMartin
that played over three hundred first class games of football for
Melbourne and captained them to three premiership flags. The same Steve
McMartin who ran a very successful sports management business in
Melbourne, Australia.
Two years ago I was forty two years of age, happily married to my wife
Chrissie and the father of two twentyone year old twin boys.
We had all the trappings of a successful professional sporting career and
a lucrative business. Chrissie kept our home beautifully and accompanied
me whenever an engagement required a beautiful woman at my side.
Our boys, Jason and Shane were in their last year at university and were
looking to travelling overseas as soon as they graduated. We were looking
at being empty nesters and the freedom that entails.
My three best friends in the world apart from my lovely wife were all
from my football past. The four of us turned up at training on the same
night after being chosen to try out for elite level football. John, who
was studying medicine, Graeme, who was studying business, and Kevin who
was studying journalism. I was one year younger still in high school but
I knew that the business world would be my future.
We all became fast friends and that has stood the test of time. All four
of us graduated in our chosen fields and had long careers playing top
class football.
I was the youngest of our group and also the shortest. At five eleven and
a half I was a little short to be top player. The other lads were all
around six three. I on the other hand was a little quicker than most and
reasonably mature in my outlook. As such I was first made vice captain
and then captain until my retirement. An injury to my left knee brought
about my early departure but at thirty and having played so many games I
was ready for a new challenge. I started my sports management company,
All Stars and never looked back. After three years we had three agents
and an admin staff of three girls.
It was my philosophy to make sure that an athlete received fair pay for
fair effort.
Graeme joined our firm on his retirement from football and with John in
sports medicine and Kevin in sports reporting it was easy to keep our
group together. We met every Saturday morning during the winter months to
play golf and went on to watch a top game of football together. Summer
months we played tennis each Saturday. Kevin being a top sports reporter
allowed us entry to all the top sports events and we loved them all.
As well as our Saturday get togethers we always had dinner and drinks
together every Thursday evening. We were a very close knit group of
friends.
My home life was pretty even too. I loved my darling wife and she loved
me. We met at a football function when we were nineteen and even though
John had eyes for Chrissie it was me she chose. I was worried that our
friendship would be affected but John assured me that there was no hard
feelings and was our best man when we wed six months later.
Chrissie was a tigress in the sack. She loved sex. After twenty two years
of marriage I never had the urge to stray. All my needs and desires were
well and truly taken care of at home and the thought of another woman
never entered my head.
Now here's where trouble comes into paradise. One Thursday night I
couldn't make our group weekly dinner date as I had a work function to
attend. In my absence the lads got to drinking a little more than they
should and began to spill there thoughts regarding me. Apparently they
all harboured grudges towards me and my life unbeknownst to me.
John resented my happy marriage to Chrissie as he was divorced with no
prospects. Graeme felt that he should be M D of my company and if I
hadn't injured my knee and retired before him he would have started the
company and I would have been working for him. Kevin was the dark horse
of the group. He had a big thing for male to female transsexuals. An
attribute he kept hidden from us. He had not found the happiness he
observed in me and that bothered him.
During this outpouring of dissension, a tipsy Kevin came up with the
start of a plan. They were watching the television above the bar when a
transsexual woman was being interviewed regarding discrimination she had
encountered. The lads all stopped to watch and Kevin said. "Imagine our
Steve in her position, it would be the answer to all our prayers."
The other two went strangely silent in thought.
"It sure would," answered Graeme
John chimed in, "I could have Chrissie, and you Graeme could have the
company. What about you Kev, what would you get?"
"Satisfaction is all. Steve has been so high and mighty getting
everything his own way all his life it would be good to see him on the
receiving end for once." He neglected to mention the real reason was so
that he could fuck the arse off me. Or was that what he meant by the
"receiving end?"
A plan was hatched and the end of my existence as I knew it was nigh.
John being a Doctor would furnish Graeme a drug to put in my coffee at
work. This would make me feel ill, nauseous, and mentally amiss.
The next few days I unknowingly ingested the drug. Chrissie asked me what
was wrong? I didn't know. I had always been fit and healthy and had no
idea why I was feeling off.. After a few more days of not being able to
eat or sleep I visited John who had always been our family GP.
John conducted all the usual tests and when nothing obvious turned up he
referred me to a specialist. The specialist took samples of everything,
checked me right out and told me he would send the results to John.
I received a phone call from John's office to call me in straight away.
"Not good news I'm afraid Steve."
Oh no I thought. The big 'C' I was sure.
"No nothing like that thank god but it is very serious. You have an
aggressive intolerance to testosterone. This is extremely rare but it
does happen. If left untreated you organs will pack up within six months
and you will atrophy and die.
"What are the options John? You know I've always been a straight shooter
so please tell me like it is."
"Unless we administer a testosterone blocker right away you have no hope.
If we do and your condition improves we will know we are on the right
track to save your life."
"What if it doesn't improve."
"We will cross that bridge when we come to it Steve."
I rolled up my sleeve and John gave me the shot. "Side effects John?"
"Minimal if all we need is the blockers. If we need to go further there
will be some changes."
"Go further?"
"If this doesn't work I will need to administer female hormones to
counteract the damage to your system done by the testosterone."
"Oh my god, do you mean boobs etc?"
"Let's not worry about that just yet hey mate?"
The next few days showed only a little improvement. John had me come back
with Chrissie.
"I have researched your condition and I feel that a referral to an
endocrinologist is in order."
Off we went and I had another series of tests.
Back to John's office for the results.
"Sorry mate," John began. "Female hormones are the only way to treat your
disorder"
"What will be the side effects John?" Chrissie asked through clenched
teeth.
"Well I'm afraid reduced libido and sexual function are almost immediate.
Reduced muscle mass and some softening of the masculine features."
"But will I stop feeling like shit John?"
"Yes you will Steve, I can almost guarantee it."
Small wonder he could guarantee it when he was causing it.
I rolled up my sleeve and John gave me the first of my female hormone
shots. I did not know it but as well as stopping the drug that had me
feeling ill, he had laced the hormone shots with a drug closely related
to nicotine. It was very addictive and provided a sense of well being and
content. After that first shot I was convinced that whatever John was
doing was the right thing for me.
I felt great.
Chrissie took me home and as long as John gave we the shot twice weekly I
continued to feel wonderful.
Back at work and trying to get on with my life.
The first thing to go was my ability to function as a man in bed with
Chrissie. I tried to keep her happy with my tongue but I knew she needed
more. The next thing was my suits becoming to large for me. I was loosing
mass at an alarming rate and soon had to purchase new smaller clothes.
The next thing was the emergence of my breasts. I bought some training
bras to stop them shifting around on my chest and becoming sore and
sensitive rubbing on my shirts.
I started getting whipped by the lads every Saturday at tennis and John
suggested that if I wanted to continue to play perhaps the women would
let we into their comp. He would give me a physicians letter explaining I
was transsexual and they could not refuse. At this point I decided to
forgo my sporting activities for the time being.
My moods at work were becoming unpredictable. During a meeting with a
particularly tough negotiator I suddenly burst into tears. Graeme
suggested that some time off might be the best thing for me and the
company. He assured me that he would take good care of the company.
Chrissie was climbing the walls. I was home each day and of no use to her
as a man at all. We were fighting a lot and eventually she asked me to
move out. At least until we had my health sorted out. I had plenty of
money so I went looking for a place of my own. I found a nice two bedroom
unit in a nice suburb and the agent explained that the previous occupant
had unfortunately passed away so it was complete with all her belongings.
This suited me as I needed furniture and it would save me having to race
out and buy straight away. As it turned out the previous owner had lovely
taste and her furniture suited me nicely.
Her clothes filled the wardrobe of the main bedroom so I put mine into
the second bedroom wardrobe and left hers intact for now.
The next thing that happened was my changing tastes. I started putting
sugar into my coffee which I hadn't done for years. I began to enjoy the
daytime soaps. I loved reading women's magazines and I started to notice
men. I could imagine being with a man as a woman and wondered what it
would be like to be a complete woman.
One afternoon I was watching a program and all of a sudden I had an urge
to do my nails. I went to the previous owners dressing table in the main
bedroom and found all I could possibly need. When I was finished I was
looking at a half decently made up woman in the mirror. Next stop was the
closet and I found her underwear, pretty dresses, shoes and pantyhose. I
was mesmerised by my reflection. My beard had all but disappeared and my
features had softened. The clothes did not quite fit and the colours of
the make up weren't quite right and my hair was a little short but it was
then I knew that I could make a presentable woman.
I liked what I saw and enjoyed the feeling of femininity that was
enveloping me. If I could no longer be a functioning man I would like to
be a functioning woman.
John was giving me my shots and I was feeling great. I missed my old life
but was enjoying my new life too.
I would have visits from the lads and they would be full of sympathy. It
sure felt strange to be treated a woman by my friends but it was obvious
to all that that was what I was becoming
When Chrissie would come by and it was more like two girlfriends getting
together. We no longer argued and she took me under her wing and began
teaching me the tricks of the trade to being an attractive lady. She
suggested outings and the two of us would shop, dine and socialise as two
attractive middle aged girls.
I eventually became bored with not working and realised I need something
constructive to occupy me. I called Graeme and asked him if I could
return to work. He felt that it would be awkward as I was still a little
androgynous. The same for playing sport. Graeme then asked me to find a
measuring tape. He measured me and through all my shots I had actually
lost some height. I had gone from five eleven and a half to just under
five ten. I had also gone from ninety five kilos to seventy five. I was
almost fashion model sized. I had no problem fitting into a size twelve
dress and I now had the arms of a girl. A far cry of just a few months
ago when I could and did beat the guys right and left handed arm
wrestling anytime I wished. I now asked them to open twist tops I could
not budge and lift things I could no longer shift.
Graeme said that if I had a little facial surgery perhaps I would like to
return to work as his personal assistant. If I could pass as woman he
would allow me to become his secretary I was mortified as I was still in
theory his boss. He pointed out that sports people expected to deal with
men and tough men at that. Did I really think that I could fulfil that
rale any more? Of course not. But as his PA I would be involved with all
the goings on with my company and be making a valuable contribution too.
I told him I would think about it.
Back in John's office he told me that the effects of all the estragon
were irreversible. They had done their job well. Even if I could stop
their use I would never function as a man again. Perhaps I should
consider going all the way and become a complete woman. I told him I
would think about it.
Kevin came around to 'cheer me up' and told me he had done some research
on the subject of transitioning. He showed me through hundreds of
websites showing before and after photos and some very attractive women
at that. He showed me SRS sites and I read how well a lot of these new
women were doing. I had to admit to Kevin that I was becoming very lonely
emotionally and perhaps I would think about all he had shown me. When I
admitted this he came and sat very close to me and I actually liked it
when he put his arm around my shoulder. he suggested I should get changed
and show him how I presented as a woman. For some reason I did not want
to refuse and once dressed it felt nice to sit and talk with him as a
woman to a man. I asked him to call me Debbie as Debra was the name
chosen for me had I been born a girl.
I had updated my wardrobe to include the type of clothes that I liked to
see a woman wear when I was a functioning man. Dresses with full skirts,
pretty blouses, 'A' line skirts and lots of high heeled shoes. I had
always encouraged Chrissie to dress this way and had insisted the girls
in our office wear a uniform of black skirt, white satin blouse, hose and
heels. Full makeup was mandatory. After all lots of horny young guys come
to our office and we wanted them to come back.
I had always taken every task head on and undertaken to the best of my
ability. This is why I had been successful at school, work and on the
sporting arena. If I was going to become a female I would do it with the
same tenaciousness as the rest of my undertakings.
I began researching all my options and planning my future. I did not want
to look like a guy in a dress and I wanted to be a useful member of
society. This meant the very best of medical procedures, the best in
deportment training, and the best in retraining to undertake my new
position in the company as Graeme's secretary. I think that the fact that
this scared me made me more determined to get on top of it all.
I rejoined my gym but undertook the woman's program. I worked on trimming
my body not bulking up. I wanted to be competitive on the tennis court
and if I was to be wearing a little dress while doing so then I would
look the best I could. I had always liked the thought of netball and
would work hard to become a good player in that sport.
I decided that being somewhere between the sexes sucked and as my
testosterone intolerance would never allow me to be a man again I would
become the very best woman I could be. I decided on Doctor Supreech in
Bangkok and spent eight weeks and forty eight thousand dollars in his
surgery receiving 'the works.' Full facial feminisation, hair restoration
to fill in my male hair line, breast augmentation to give me a gorgeous
pair of plump C cup breasts and a lovely little tight vagina with a depth
of eight and a half inches. I wanted to be able to accommodate a real
man.
I arrived back in Melbourne wearing a delightful floral skirt and top to
be met by Kevin. He seemed to be everywhere I was. Still I was grateful
as I was still very sore from being turned into a girl 'down there.' He
took me home and put me to bed.
The next day he picked me up and took me to a lovely restaurant where all
my friends were gathered. I couldn't help but notice Chrissie and John
were now a couple. She explained to me in the ladies bathroom that she
had real needs and John was able to make her happy. It was strange to be
sitting in the adjoining cubicle with my ex wife with our skirts up and
panties down being able to hear each other pee and talking about her
being fucked by my good friend. How times change!
My twin sons, Troy and Adam were there with their new wives, Sally and
Becky. They all knew why I had undergone my change from man to woman and
being the open minded, educated people they are they accepted me with
open arms. I found the boys now related to me very differently. Instead
of asking for my advice and approval they now looked to me as a mother
figure, wanting to protect me and look after me. Their wives who never
knew me when I was a man instantly accepted me as their second mother in
law. The girls talked to me about babies, clothes, makeup and yes even
sex. I'm sure if they had known me as my previous self they would not
have been so forthcoming but it was nice to be accepted so fully by these
wonderful girls.
I wasn't in too much of a hurry to be fucked just yet even though I was
reasonably keen to experience the ultimate act of femininity. I wanted
time for my new girly bits to heal. I sure gave them a healthy work out
with my dilators and my vibrator though. Fortunately I was orgasmic and
self lubricating. It was only a matter of time. I did want my first time
as a woman to be something special though. Not a wham bam thank you m'am
sort of encounter.
I was a lousy typist so I enrolled at a well known typing schooling the
city. I also studied shorthand and how to run a business office and how
to be a proficient secretary With a lot of practice my typing was up
there with the other girls and I was getting satisfactory grades in all
my subjects. It was hard getting used to typing with my long nails but I
was determined to do well as I knew the girls I employed in the past
could do it.
I enrolled at a modelling and deportment school also and found I had a
wonderful time becoming a becoming woman I was older than the other girls
and as such was treated as something of a mother figure. I am proud to
say that most of the girls that I met at the deportment school are now my
friends and I love catching up with them and doing the girly gossip
thing.
The next part of my self imposed adult education was to learn to dance as
a woman. I learned ball room, old time, modern and rock and roll. It was
wonderful. I loved being lead while wearing wonderful pretty dresses.
My persona had become well and truly one of a female, one more skill to
master.
If I was going to be the female in sexual encounters for the rest of my
life I was damn sure I was going to be good. I had my experiences with
Chrissie and my previous girlfriends to draw upon but I wanted more. I
wanted to be a femme fatale. I was now a woman and I was going to the
best woman I could possibly be.
I knew of an exclusive, very high priced call girl called Heidy the guys
used to talk about back when I was a member of that group. I rang her and
booked her for an entire night at a cost of two thousand dollars. When
she arrived at my place she began to apologise that she didn't do girls.
I explained to her just what I needed and she took to teaching her
lessons with great gusto. By morning I had just about worn the veins off
my black mambo and I felt ready to take my place as a woman both in the
world and in bed.
I became Graeme's personal secretary and I actually love my job. I still
am involved in the company affairs but avoid the tough negotiations which
I now find I do not care for. I have to act as an underling to Graeme and
call him Sir and mister in front of clients but I find that assisting him
and making coffee while wearing a skirt is to my liking in my new station
in life. I know take home a secretaries salary instead of my previous
directors salary but I find that a small price to pay for my current
satisfaction.
I took up women's sports and found I love them even more than men's
sports. Women are more tolerant and forgiving and more supportive. I also
love the little skirts. I have to admit that there is still the odd cat
fight in women's sport but since my new situation sees me so less
aggressive I am happy for the more 'butch' girls to take care of that
side of things.
Kevin and I became more than just friends. We started by just being there
for each other and providing a date for each other when one of us needed
an escort to take to a function. He seemed to be infatuated with the new
me and the inevitable happened in a cab on the way home from a wedding
where we had been guests. It was all tongues and hands. He carried me to
my bedroom and it happened. He sipped his hand up my dress while carrying
me. His fingers pushed my panties to one side and found their way to my
opening and clitoris. My juices began to flow and by the time he had
three fingers inside me I lost control. We went off like an A bomb!
I used every one of Heidy's tricks and did not give the poor man a
chance. Just as he laid me down on the bed I spun around and grabbed him
by the crotch. I opened his trousers and reached into his underpants to
grab and stroke his cock. I had showered with this man hundreds of times
so it wasn't a surprise to discover it's size but it was sure a pleasant
experience as to it's hardness. A girl likes to have her fella rock hard
for two reasons. One it proves he finds her attractive and really wants
to do her, and two a hard dick feels wonderful inside her and is a lot of
fun to sit on and impale herself.
In the morning we did it again in the shower just to make sure it wasn't
the alcohol doing the fucking. - It wasn't!
How do I describe sex as a woman after so many years experiencing sex as
a man? Being submissive and passive as opposed to being in charge? Number
one I love letting him do the work. I take delight in being a princess
and lying back and being satisfied by a man. I like the fact that it is
my vagina that is accommodating his thick cock. I truly love the
sensation of being blown into! Afterwards when he is holding me and I
feel his manhood shrink and slip out of me and I feel his seed oozing
from my gash, I do feel very girly running for the toilet before I spill
his juice on the bed or our carpet. Sitting on the toilet while he drains
from me is perhaps the biggest wake up call to my new position in life
that there is.
The sensation of a big dick in my mouth is also wondrous for me. I had no
idea how much a turn on it was to take a mouthful of sperm. I love it and
I find it delicious! It makes me feel truly feminine and the taste is to
die for I am thinking of patenting an ice cream or yoghurt flavour in
sperm taste and texture. It could make a fortune!
One thing that alters when changing from a man to woman is hoping that
the toilet at houses where parties are thrown has a locking door. As a
man if interrupted while peeing you just laugh and say it's occupied. If
interrupted while peeing as a girl with dress up and panties down it is a
little difficult to even kick the door closed. Usually I ask Kevin to
stand guard when I need to pee in such situations.
I'm now Mrs Kevin Springfield, personal secretary to the M D of
McMartin's All Stars, Grandmother to two wonderful grandsons provided by
my son's wives, best friend to my ex wife Chrissie, captain of my netball
and ladies tennis teams, and one of the most contented people you will
ever hope to find.
I love baby sitting my grandsons. I get to be a grandmother and change
nappies, bottle feed, bathe them, and yes I have learned to knit so I am
enjoying knitting little booties and the like for them I am learning to
sew so I can make some pretty dresses for my grandaughters when they
arrive.
Now to all you switched on, observant and anal retentive readers. You
want to know how I could possibly know all of this don't you?
Being a woman and something of a stickynose, I read my husband's diary.
It turns out that Kevin is an obsessive diary recorder. There it was for
me to read. How my best friends stole my company, my wife and my gender.
I should be so mad........but I'm not!
Love Debbie.
XXXXXXX
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