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College Girl Pt 3 By Holly Day (Please read College Girl and College Girl Pt 2 before reading this installment.) Leaving my friends' dorm I walked back to my car. I passed a guy getting back to the dorms with his books under his arm. He saw me and couldn't help himself but stare as I passed, giving me the once over. I blushed and lowered my eyes then just for fun I added a little extra action to my walk. After I got a hundred feet past him I looked back to see if he was watching. Sure enough he had been staring at me the whole time. I smiled and flipped my hair as I walked off to my car. With exams coming up I needed to study more with my study group. I took the week before finals off and hit the books. Brian, Amber, David, and Ashley were wonderful study partners. We compared our notes, discussed what will be on the exam and worked on copies of previous exams that were available through older students. We all felt well prepared and took our exams. As soon as the exams were over I went over to Ashley and Amber's place and helped them pack. The guys came over after we had filled the boxes and did all of the heavy lifting which I no longer had the muscles to do. Afterward we went out for pizza and rehashed our year at school and about how much we would miss each other over the summer. Tears were in my eyes as I hugged each of them and we said our goodbyes. I decided to work even harder at club over the summer so I could earn enough money to cover my educational expenses and then quit the job. Antonio was nice enough to allow me to escort customers on both Friday and Saturday nights. I worked longer till closing on the other nights of the week, so I was saving even more. There was another business party around the Fourth of July again. Many of the customers I had escorted were there, and I made sure to make each of them feel special, even those who I wasn't fortunate enough of spend time with, got a hug and kiss. This time my birthday was the next day, but many of the men wished me happy birthday anyway. Many of the entertainers were different from the previous year. There had to have been quite a change over and about a half of them were new this year. I was the only waitress who worked the parties which put me in a different league than the other girls, in that I actually talked with the men when they visited the club. I knew just about everyone personally, like if they were married and had kids. One guy had even wanted to match me up with his college age son. I had to let him know that my boss would frown on any contact outside of work or my normal escorting. The nicer I was to them the more generous they were with me. I liked playing it sweet and coy; not raunchy like most of the other girls. The limousine trip back to the apartment was the first time I had time to talk to Destiny since we had arrived. She was a bit disappointed in her remunerations. "I think it's time for me to move on to another city," she told me. "Why would you do that?" I asked. "The customers are obviously getting bored with me. My tips have been down for the last couple of months. It happens like that. The money goes to the new girls and the most attractive girls. You'll see by next year your tips will start to decline. That's when you know it's time to move on to a new city." "So where will you go?" I asked. "I'm thinking a big city this time. Somewhere, where there are enough clubs to move around and stay fresh like New York or LA," she answered. "I'll miss you. You have been such a help to me," I said and then hugged her. "I'll let Tony know tomorrow and give him a month notice. That should be enough time for you to find a new roommate," she told me. That's going to be tough I thought. I need someone who understands my lifestyle and wouldn't been attracted to me. That leaves other girls at the club or a guy not into transsexuals and sure of his own masculinity. I hope the boss has some idea. The month went quickly and I helped Destiny pack. She really didn't have that much. She only took her clothing and a few pots and pans. Everything else she sold or gave away. We loaded up her car and gave each other a last hug. I turned around and went back into the now lonely apartment. School would be starting up in a couple months so I decided to try and get a university student as my roommate. It was now the beginning of August and I decided to treat myself to a vacation. I had saved enough to splurge a little. It was the off season for Miami so I packed a couple bags and bought a five day stay at a resort including the airfare. The hotel had a shuttle from the airport and I arrived in the late afternoon. I was tired from my trip so I made an early night of it. I checked in and unpacked all of my clothing. I put my small collection of jewelry that I had been amassing from gifts my customers had given to me in the room safe. I then made a tour of the facilities, an evening walk on the beach and a little window shopping at the boutiques. The next morning I slept in and got up after 10am. I got dressed in a pretty sundress and sandals and made my way to the hotel restaurant. I kept brunch light with a plate of fruit and a croissant along with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. It was noon before I got back to my room. Opening the top drawer I found my new swimsuit. The tag said it would give me a tan without lines. I held it up and saw that it was transparent, but when put up to my skin, the leopard skin pattern concealed my body. Well not that it concealed that much. The top was two triangles of fabric that barely covered my breasts and the bottom was a thong that covered only what needed to be covered. On my last trip to the beauty salon I had had a rather severe bikini wax that left only a small line of hair. It hurt like hell but I really like the results. I put on a pair of wedgies that shaped my legs and added roundness to my bottom. I then put on my wrap that covered my thong and thighs. Looking in the mirror I marveled at how far I had pushed the illusion. I put my hair into a pony tail with a scrunchy that matched my swimsuit and added a little makeup, just some waterproof mascara and waterproof lipstick. Looking in the mirror again, I thought, almost perfect. The nose and cheeks could be a bit more feminine. Maybe if the nose were a bit smaller with the end a bit up-turned, and maybe if my cheekbones were a bit larger. Then it would be perfect. I got out a large woven bag and filled it with my hotel key, a beach towel, a comb, a little money, a bottle of sun block lotion, a bottle of water, and a romance novel. I was just about done. Last I put on a large sun hat and a pair of sunglasses so I could read while sitting in the sun. Down on the beach I picked up a folding lounge chair and moved closer to the water. It was rather awkward and I found it a little heavy carrying everything. Losing my muscle strength was just one of the small prices I had made for my education. I set up my chair and took the towel, the lotion and the novel out of my bag. Finally I pulled the string that tied on my wrap. The wrap fell to the ground and I bent down to pick it up. It was then that I realized that an older gentleman was taking it all in. That is until his wife who was sitting right next to him hit him in the arm. I covered my mouth and giggled. Then I looked over at him and mouthed, "Sorry." Sitting down I took the sun block lotion and applied it over my body as well as I could. I pulled out the romance novel kicked off my shoes and finally relaxed. It was really a nice read and I started to identify with the heroine. After an hour, I decided I needed to cool off and made my way to the waters edge. The surf washed the sand from under my feet and cooled them from the hot sand. I then ventured into the surf and felt it lapping at my legs. By the time I was up to my waist I felt the surf just about knock me off my feet so I dived into the next wave. Suddenly I realized that my top had shifted and I was bare breasted. Quickly I readjusted the top and continued swimming only to have it almost come off again in another large wave. That time I just made sure I didn't lose it and didn't worry about it covering me. I just made sure that it was back in place when I came out of the water. I walked back to my chair and toweled off a little. Then I dried my hair and ran a comb through it before putting my scrunchy back on. Sitting down I felt a shadow. Looking up into the sun I saw this beautiful Latin man. His tan was so dark that at first I thought he was black. He was wearing a Speedo and I liked what I saw. "I noticed that the lady is alone, yes?" he said in a Cuban accent. "Yes the lady is alone." I replied. He looked at me and smiled, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Hector Rodriquez." "Hi Hector, I'm Jamie," I said. Wanting to keep this gorgeous man interested, I asked him, "Are you on vacation too?" "No I am currently just a beach bum. My family is wealthy and I help spend it." "Nice job," I giggled. "May I sit down?" "Sure pull up a chair." He went over to where the chairs were stacked and came back with an identical lounge chair. With a single motion he opened up another lounge chair and placed it next to mine. "So Jamie what do you do back home?" "I'm a student at a Midwestern university and I work at a nightclub." "Oh are you a dancer?" "Oh no, not me, but many of the other girls are." I conveniently left out the escorting and party girl aspect of my job. Looking at my book he asked, "Does the lady like to read?" "Yes I was just doing some light reading," I said putting my book back into the bag. Seeing my lotion bottle, he asked, "Jamie would you like me to apply your lotion for you?" I must have turned red all over because I felt warm all over. "Sure. That would be nice." I handed him the lotion. I had just given permission to this Latin hunk to rub lotion over my entire body. This was like a scene out of my novel. I turned over and opened up the lounge so that I could lay flat. I then slowly put my head and chest down first and then slowly lowered my bottom onto the chair. He first poured a small pool of lotion in the small of my back and then I felt his strong hands massaging it onto my back from my thong to my shoulders. Next I felt the lotion on my thighs, and his hands caressing down my thighs and calves. Next the lotion was dribbled on my buttocks. First his hand gently rubbed the lotion in circles then he started rubbing harder as he moved between my cheeks and neared to thong strap resting between my buttocks. I felt my ass rise as he got closer. Then I felt a smack across my ass and turned to look at him. "Roll over," he ordered and I did. He took my right arm and applied lotion to it down to my fingers and repeated the application n to my left arm. He then started at my feet he worked up my body. I was breathing heavily by the time he had completed my stomach. Then as he reached my breasts I pushed his hands away. "I think I should complete it from here." "Why, is the lady shy?" "No the lady is not shy. Just look around us." We had attracted quite a crowd of observers. "This is a public beach. There are families with children." "Ah yes the lady is right." I finished with the lotion and continued the conversation. "So Hector what do you do to have fun here?" "Do you like to party?" he asked. "Yes I love to party." "Good a friend is having a house party tonight. May I take you." "Yes Hector that would be nice. What should I wear?" "Wear something sexy," he said with expressive hands. "I'll pick you up in the hotel bar at 8 this evening." "I'll be ready." "I have to go now and get something done." He leaned over and I felt his lips touch mine. It was a long kiss and I parted my lips in acceptance of his tongue. He then got up without a word and walked back to his car. I watched him all the way. What a tight ass. I could imagine it between my thighs and breathed deeply, my chest heaving. He turned around to see if I had been watching and was pleased that I had. He smiled and waved as he drove off in a convertible. I went back to my room and took a shower to wash off all the salt, lotion and sand that had gotten into every crevice. After dying off I looked in the mirror. I needed to get my hair done. Then I looked at my hands and feet. Damn I need to have my nails done and a pedicure too. I called down to the front desk and arraigned an appointment at the beauty salon. In an hour I was there. A nice Cuban woman started on my nails while a second woman started my pedicure. "Does the young lady have a special date?" "I've been invited to a house party by someone I met." With a wary eye she looked at me. "Be careful there are a lot of sharks around here who would take advantage of a pretty girl like you." "Thanks but I'm sure everything is alright," I said leaving the part out about my intentions for the night. The hair stylist did a wonderful job putting a little flip in my hair. I tipped them all well and went back to my room. I picked out my red cocktail dress. The dress was very short and the neckline very low. The back was so low that I had to wear a special bra. I decided that with my tanned legs, no hose were needed. I pulled out the matching red shoes from the closet. They had three inch heels, opened toes and straps that wrapped around my feet and ankles. I then turned to my makeup. This was an evening affair so I went all out. I used a foundation and cosmetic powder on my skin followed by eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and an eyebrow pencil. Looking in the mirror I thought my eyes were perfect. For my lips I used an outlining pencil and a glossy lipstick. A couple pieces of gold jewelry around my neck and wrists and gold hoops in my ears, I was almost ready. I then lightly sprayed on cologne. Stepping back and striking a pose in front of the long mirror I was quite pleased with the look. Finally I took out my clutch pure and put into it makeup for repair, my room key, my ID, a little money, a small tube of lubricant, and several condoms. I went down to the bar and since I was still only twenty ordered a virgin daiquiri. Hector was punctual and surprised to see me ready. "You're ready?" "Yes is something wrong?" "No. It's just that most women are at least twenty minutes late." "Sorry I'll have to work on that," I giggled. He then presented his arm and I took it. Proceeding out to the entrance, his car was waiting with the top up. The valet first opened my door allowing me to slide in. He then followed Hector around to the other side and opened his door at which I saw Hector give him a tip. The drive through the exclusive area of town was beautiful. Finally we pulled up to a beach house. It was a contemporary design all in white and glass. Walking in, we were immediately surrounded by friends of Hector's. I talked with some of the richest people in the city. Many wanted to know how I met Hector. I was honest I told them we had met on the beach. The answer was the same with everyone, a polite nod and a smile, as if to say I was another of Hector's sexual conquests and would be gone soon. Little did they understand, it was really the opposite. I had a problem though. I needed to let Hector know that I had something extra between my legs. The chance came faster than I thought. After an hour Hector started to show me around the home. It was beautiful and when we got to the first bedroom, I new what was coming. Turning to face Hector I saw him lock the door. "Hector there is something I need to tell you before we do anything." Hector just smiled and kissed me passionately. "Please you have got to let me tell you." "You mean that you are still a man," he said holding me around my waist. "Yes, how did you know?" "Your voice and that Adams apple. You're nearly perfect but I've seen it before." Then squeezing my ass he continued, "I'll just have to make do with the pussy you have back here." "Oh Hector take me," I said, living out my romance novel. Hector began kissing me again and I felt the zipper on my dress come down and the hooks on my bra come loose. I then responded by undoing his shirt and running my fingers through his chest hair. I then stepped back and let the dress and bra fall to the floor. I went down to my knees and undid his belt and trousers and let them slide to the floor. Then pulling down his boxers I found what I wanted. It was now 9 inches fully erect. I kissed it and gave him a sample of my mouth before standing up. Hector then lifted up my face and kissed me again with opened mouths and pushed me backward onto the bed. I raised my legs into the air and Hector removed my panties tossing them into the air. I sat up and again started sucking his cock to make sure he stayed hard. With one hand on his member I used the other hand to get the lubricant and a condom out of my purse. With one hand I managed to get the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it up his magnificent cock quickly. It was something that I was becoming very talented at doing on other men, but had never gotten to practice it on myself. I then rolled back on the bed and raised my legs again. Hector put some lubricant on two of his fingers, and slowly worked them into my ass. Then positioning himself, he impaled me with that monster. For twenty minutes he fucked me until I was moaning in ecstasy. I was crying, "YES, YES, YES" when he finally came. He stepped back and smiled. "You really know how to please a man." "It's my job," I said absentmindedly. "You mean you're a working girl." "Sorry, but yes I guess I am," hoping he wouldn't be upset. "You're on vacation and you still want to be fucked." "By you, yes I want to be fucked," I said enthusiastically. "Ok, I promise you that in three days you are going to be too sore to walk." We got dressed and I repaired my makeup before going back down stairs. Obviously the crowd knew what had been going on. We had been gone too long and my hair was no longer perfect. The smirks were everywhere. I was just a tart to these people of wealth, but I didn't care and it showed. Hector's friend and the owner of this fabulous home smiled as he asked me if I had liked the tour. I wrapped my arms around Hector's neck then said, "I especially liked the bedroom," and kissed my hunk who responded my grabbing my ass. "Good then," said our host. Hector said our goodbyes with me hanging on him. I just wanted him to take me home and do it to me again. And do it he did. Hector was right by the time I got back on the plane I could hardly walk or sit but I was totally satisfied. I spent the time on the plane flight back thinking. I knew I was close to the end of this life. On a piece of paper I added up the future costs of my tuition, fees, supplies, living expenses and rent for the next two years. I had enough just to make it through and then some but I wasn't sure if I had enough to cover unknown expenses such as the medical and legal fees of changing back. I still had month before school started up again. If I really tried hard, maybe Antonio would set me up three times a week. Then I thought about my other alternative. I could just stay this way throughout school and change back afterwards. I did the arithmetic and beamed. Wow that is a nice sum of money. I could even get a really nice car. But the thought of what had happened with Destiny came back. I hadn't factored in the loss of income from being around too long. That car was fading fast. Maybe if I carried through with those thoughts I had had while looking in the mirror back in my hotel. A little cosmetic surgery might refresh the customers' interest. Nothing too much just my nose and cheeks nothing that would not have to be changed back. Then I pushed a bit further. Hector had read me from my voice and Adam's apple. Maybe just maybe I could get that corrected too, just for the next couple years. I figured it would put me back at least ten grand but I would earn back ten times that much over the two years. And if Amber is right, I could be filling a 34C by the end of the year. I noted that I would need to include an additional wardrobe allowance in my budget. As soon as I got back I made arraignments for the cosmetic surgery. I found a doctor who specialized on voice feminization surgery as well as capable of doing my nose and cheeks. The surgery was scheduled for the middle of September about two weeks before school started. At work, my boss was expecting me to give notice when I asked for two weeks off. He looked puzzled and asked if I was taking the time to think. I lied and nodded my head. Instead I went to the clinic about fifty miles away and had the facial feminization surgeries. I had one of the other waitresses, Cindy, pick me up and take me home. I made her promise not to tell anyone about my surgery. My nose was now just the right size and a bit lifted at the end. My cheeks were fuller. Lastly my Adams apple was shaved and my vocal cords tightened giving my voice a naturally higher pitch. Hector would not be able to read me next time. After a week I ventured out the door. I was still careful not to speak and wore my large sunglasses to cover the bruises which weren't too bad now. I went early to the bookstore to pick up my books and paid my tuition. By the end of the two weeks I was ready to meet the world. I dressed up in a simple black dress with a push-up bra and four-inch, high-heel pumps. I had my hair styled and my nails were done in a French manicure. For jewelry I picked out a gold chain, a pair of small gold hoops and a gold tone watch. I did my makeup at home instead of at work this time. I made sure my eyes were captivating and my lips were sumptuous. I put the bag containing my usual waitress uniform and my makeup kit over my shoulder and headed to work. Antonio saw me come in. "Yes Antonio. I'm back," I said with a big smile. Seeing my face and hearing my voice brought a big smile to his face. "Jamie I like it." Looking at me from every angle, he examined the work. "Beautiful, simply beautiful, are you sure you don't want to be an entertainer?" "No Antonio," I said in my now very feminine voice. I saw something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. It was desire. "Jamie, I've never had you before, but this Saturday will you be my escort for an evening of dinner and dancing." I was in shock. Antonio never had asked me out before. He had kept everything quite professional between us. I always thought it was because I was in college. He only ever took out the most attractive entertainers who had big tits. I put on a pleasant face and answered, "Yes Antonio I would love to be your escort." That Saturday Antonio picked me up in the club's limousine. He came to my door and rang the bell. I had spent all afternoon preparing for this. I had had my nails done again and had the beautician do my hair in an up style revealing the nape of my neck. In my ears I wore diamond stud earrings and around my neck, a simple diamond solitaire necklace. On my wrist I wore a beautiful watch. My dress was red and had a plunging neckline. The hem was just above my knees and skirt was pleated allowing it to fly up if he spun me too fast on the dance floor. My shoes were red, open toed with three inch heels just meant for the dance floor. Antonio was dressed in Armani with Italian shoes. He was such a gentleman and offered is arm to lead me to the car. He opened the door and I slid in as gracefully as I could. The chauffer then took the door as Antonio followed me in. On the trip over Antonio complemented me on my outfit and told me where we were going. He took me to the best restaurant in town. All the men had to wear suits and ties and the woman were dressed to the nines. The waiters all dressed in tuxedos and served our every need. Antonio ordered the wine and the waiter brought it out for his inspection. The whole meal was quite a show. My menu didn't even have prices in it. I chose a stuffed chicken breast with rice pilaf. Antonio chose the surf and turf. We talked for a while and then the music combo started playing. Antonio asked me to dance and I happily said yes. On the dance floor he guided me in ways I didn't know existed. He taught me the basic moves of swing dancing and I started catching on after a couple dances. At the end of the third dance he twirled me till my dress was flying. When I stopped I was breathing hard and blushing. A couple actually applauded my effort and told us we looked so nice out there. We continued the evening dancing and talking. I told him of my decision to continue on as I was till I finished school. Till then there was no reason to change anything. He was happy to hear it and promised to treat me right. We then ordered dessert. I went with a sorbet and he had the cr?me Brule. We continued to dance and talk for another hour. When we left the limousine took us back to his home. I had been there several times but I had never seen the master suite. It was huge. My jaw must have been wide open when I looked at the ceiling. "Do you like it?" asked Antonio. "It's beautiful," I said as I saw the fireplace and looked into the master bath. It was clad all in marble with a large whirlpool bath and a shower with more shower heads than I'd ever seen. Come back in here said Antonio as he was taking off his suit and hanging it up in the walk-in closet. I did and he came up behind me and kissed the nape of my neck. I could feel him undoing my zipper. I let the dress fall to the floor and kicked it aside. Standing there in my demi- cup bra, panties, garters, hose, and high heels, I felt like a woman needing to be made love to. Antonio turned me around and gave me a most passionate kiss. I reached down and found him already hard. I stepped back and kneeled in front of him and slowly lowered his briefs. Seeing his cock made me realize what Ashley was talking about. It was what a woman wanted. I looked up at him and he told me to go ahead and enjoy. I put my lips to his manhood and kissed it. I played with the head then I licked the whole length. Getting to his balls I realized how endowed a man should be. His balls were the size of golf balls. I licked them and the full musky smell of his masculinity filled my nostrils. That smell raised my desire. I then went back and sucked his cock taking the whole thing until it was down my throat. My nose was touching his hair again getting that musky smell. He then raised me up and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and took off my shoes. He unhooked my hose and rolled them down my legs. Next he reached up and pulled my panties down. Seeing my little flaccid member he took it in his mouth and sucked. It felt wonderful. None of the other men had ever done that. It never did become stiff but it was receptive to his efforts. It just felt so good. He then stood up, and I again I got him good and hard. Moving me further up the bed he had me get on my knees as he applied a lubricant to my anal pussy. He then very skillfully entered me. He undid the hooks on my bra and garter belt. I let the bra slide down my arms and he threw the garter aside. As he fucked me he reached under me and massaged my breasts. After awhile I felt him pick me up and seat me on his lap. At this point I started doing the fucking. At one point I raised up too far but he quickly reinserted himself. I was moaning with each stroke. I had found just the right spot. His cock was massaging my shrunken prostate. I was a bitch in heat. I kept getting louder and louder until I felt him tense up and fill my bowels with his seed. There had been no condom this time and I could feel his semen lubricating my ass. I collapsed and rolled off of his softening member. He turned me around and with an open mouth kissed me. His tongue just overcame me and I returned his advance. My breast pressed into his strong chest. Afterwards we got into the whirlpool bath and had a wonderful time washing each other. He dried me and I dried him. Brushing my teeth and drying my hair with his hairdryer I then reappeared from the bathroom. On the bed was a beautiful new long sleeping gown. I realized that I would be staying the night so I put it on. He had already picked up my things, neatly put them on the dresser, and was already in bed. He patted the side he wanted me to sleep on. I slid into bed and cuddled up to him. We were soon fast asleep. It was early when I sensed Antonio moving. I rolled over and looked at his face. I kissed him on the lips and he began massaging my body. Within a few minutes we were fucking again. This time I was on the bottom with my legs in the air. This time he found the spot that made me excited. We both collapsed into each other and arose happy. We showered together and I got dressed in my clothing from last night. The chauffer took me home and Antonio was off to his office. I didn't do the walk of shame but instead walked a walk of triumph with my head high, shoulders back and a feminine stride. I didn't meet Ashley and Amber again till the day of classes when we were all walking down the hall to our first class. Again they were startled by my appearance. "You've changed but not toward being a male I think," said Ashley. "Yes I had my nose and cheeks done," I said. With those words Amber's jaw dropped, "And your voice. What did you do?" "Oh that, I had my Adam's apple shaved and had my vocal cords shortened. Doesn't it sound better?" "Yes it does but what happened to becoming a man again?" asked Ashley. "I took some time thinking about what you said last year and I thinking about my options. I decided that I would stay a female throughout college. I can change back after college. It just makes more sense and I get another couple years to think it over." Amber looked at me skeptically, "I think Jamie is here to stay. Do you plan on keeping your job as an escort?" "Oh that. Sure, I rather enjoy it and I can save for my final transformation whatever way it goes." "You enjoy prostituting yourself?" asked Ashley. "It's not that bad. I can turn down anyone through Antonio. He's always been good at screening my gentlemen friends." "You mean your Johns," said Ashley. "Now don't get mean. I promise never to bad mouth your boyfriends," I said to both of them. "Point taken but I don't make money doing it. I just enjoy it," said Amber. "So do I, it's just that I enjoy the money as well. That's actually the main reason I had this work done. Over time my tips would have dropped. According to my last roommate that is normal and is why she moved to LA. I decided that some improvement was needed to keep my customers interested." "I see," said Ashley. "So who did you fuck last?" With that we dropped the subject of what was right and wrong. I told them all about how my boss had been so turned on by the new me that he finally fell to my charms. I didn't leave anything out. Then the three of us went laughing and talking to our first class of the quarter. That night a group of about a dozen of my college friends showed up at the club. Amber and Bill were still dating, as Ashley were David. Last year Ashley's boyfriends used to make me sad but now I was happy for her. I wasn't sure I wanted a boyfriend yet. No boyfriend would ever put up with me working this job, at least no boyfriend I would want. So I decided no boyfriends before I was through with school. It was a quite a while later before I realized that I had made a subconscious decision to remain a woman. Everyone I knew had gotten so comfortable with me over the last couple years that they had no difficulty dealing with the new me. The one question I had to keep answering was "Are you a woman down there too?" "Of course not," I answered honestly. The men all had mixed feelings. On one hand the idea of cutting anything off scared them and on the other hand they would have loved to get into my pants if I had. The women all were thinking "Well not yet." Within a week a new entertainer was hired at the club. Antonio asked me if I would mind having her as my roommate. Since I hadn't found a new roommate, I accepted the request. I just didn't feel safe living alone. At first it wasn't bad but in the last week every bump in the night caused me to flinch. Candi moved in with as little as Destiny had left with. She did have money so we ended up buying a few things that along with my possessions made the place more comfortable. Candi was still older than me but closer in age than Destiny was. I had looked up to Destiny as my mentor, whereas Candi was the big sister I never had. Candi was not as cautious as Destiny and a lot more flamboyant. She was good company and we laughed a lot. My business classes were really interesting and through my contacts at work I got all sorts of help. Sometimes my escort dates turned more into tutoring sessions from real business men. They loved to help a pretty girl out. Candi really was a good roommate. She had a good sense of fashion. She was very curious about my status. She understood that I was first a student and then a working girl. She was just unsure of why I didn't get on stage. I explained that I was just didn't think I was that talented and had never learned how to dance solo. She offered to teach me. But I told her that I preferred talking to the customers. "That's nice but I can still teach you. You really need to learn how to do a lap dance and strip tease for your escort customers." That would be good, I thought. "Yes I see what you mean. Could you really teach me?" She straightened up and smiled answering, "Sure I can. I'll put together a routine and I'll teach you." "Thanks that would be nice." The conversation turned to how each of us had gotten into the business. "When did you start your transition," she asked. "What do you mean?" "When did you decide you wanted to become a woman?" "I didn't," I answered. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. "You are on hormones, right?" "Yes." "You live and work as a woman?" "Yes" "You've had facial feminization surgery?" "Yes I guess." "Have you had an orchy?" "A what?" I asked. "An orchiectomy, have you had your balls removed?" "Oh that, no my doctor mentioned it, but I said no." "Really, aren't you interested in SRS?" "SRS, what is SRS?" Again I got that same puzzled look. "SRS means sexual reassignment surgery." "Oh is that what it means. No I still am looking forward to being a man again. I'm just doing this to earn money to go to school." Her response took me by surprise. She broke into laughter. "You're in denial. You're really in denial." "I am not in denial," I shot back. Getting her composure again, she looked me in the eye, "Really girl, you are beyond that point. It's time you faced it. The best thing for you would be to have your orchy and be done with it. Then you wouldn't be able to look back. Let me see what you have left down there." "What, no," I protested. "Come pull up your skirt and lower your panties, I want to see your package," she ordered. I complied as ordered. Nervously I stood up, lowered my panties and raised my skirt so that she could see my genitals." "Just as I thought she said. "You're balls are the size of peanuts. They are already history sister." Then feeling my penis she said, "And this little guy is shrinking due to your lack of erections. The sooner you have your SRS the better because they need all the skin possible to make a vagina," I felt like crying. Then it happened I did start crying. I pulled up my panties and sat down and cried. Candi stood up and hugged me. "Now, now it's not that bad. I'm going through the same thing. Just sit down and I'll show you." I tried to stop crying and sat down. Candi stood in front of me and pulled her panties down. "See I've already had my orchy and plan on my SRS next year. That's why I work this job. I need to raise the money for my surgery." I saw what was left of her genitals. She had really been hung. Even flaccid her penis was six inches long. I reached out to touch it and saw that where her testicles should have been was just the remains of her scrotum. "See how nice it is not having those things getting in the way. After I had it done I was a bit sad but it was for the best. There was going back and the commitment to going through with my transition became easy." She then got me some tissues and I had a good cry. She knew what I was going through and comforted me. She leaned my head on her shoulder and stroked my hair as I got it all out. "I'll think about it," I cried. "Good, the sooner you get it done the better. You'll not be able to concentrate on anything until you do." "Thank for your advice," I said as I got up. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now. When I got up I knew she was right but it still took me another week to make up my mind. She was right. I had a terrible week at school. I just couldn't concentrate on my studies and at work I was not my normal cheerful self. At my weekly study group I decided to broach it with my friends. I waited until we were about through going over our homework assignments before speaking up. "Please, would you all just stay for a minute? I need your opinions. As you know I have a new roommate." They all nodded their heads. "Well she thinks that I am. Well she told me that I am in denial. You know about being a transsexual. I mean she thinks that I really want to be a girl and should plan on actually becoming one." Ashley spoke up first. "Well to be honest Jamie, I think she's right." Amber quickly added, "Yes I think you are too. There isn't anything masculine about you anymore. Not that there ever really was, but you obviously like being treated like a woman and having sex as a woman. Brian then spoke up, "Jamie when you first dressed up and spent the day as a girl I knew you were gone. Then you jumped at the chance to go on hormones. A little thing like acne was all you needed to accept continuing on those hormones and changing your body permanently." Finally David spoke up, "You could have stopped this year and changed back. But instead of saving your money, you spent more money to have facial surgery that made you more attractive as a girl." I looked all my friends in the eye and then lowered my gaze. "Thank you all for you honest opinions. I guess I need to face up to it myself." A tear could be seen coming down my cheek. Ashley saw it, came over and gave me a hug. Then Amber gave me hug. Even David and Brian gave me hugs. Amber then added, "We all love you Jamie. We just want you to know." "Thank you," I said with a sniffle and then reached into my purse and pulled out a tissue. "I needed that. I'll talk to you later." At that we all went our separate ways. The next day I went in for my shots. I told the doctor of my decision. "Jamie, I'm glad you finally have come to this point. I can schedule this for Friday afternoon if you want." "So soon?" I asked, "Yes if you want?" he answered. With as much determination as I could muster I said, "Ok, I want you to perform an orchiectomy on me this Friday." "Good girl. We will do it at the university hospital. I'll have you stay overnight and by Monday you will be back on your feet." "Thanks doctor," I said and left quickly. I still had a hard week getting through classes and I had to let Antonio know that I would not be at work this weekend. I think Candi had already told him what was going to happen because he didn't ask why I needed time off. Candi took me to the hospital on Friday and waited for me to get out of surgery. The surgery was a rather quick affair. I was under a local anesthesia and conscious the whole time. I heard the doctor ask for his surgical tools and felt only a slight tug a couple of times. When he asked for the pan, I knew it was almost over. When I heard him ask the nurse to remove the pan, I knew it was over. I felt the tugging of the sutures as he completed the surgery. When he was done he ordered that I be taken to recovery. Then he came around to the side of the table and looked over at me, "You did very well Jamie. I'll see you in a little bit." With that I was rolled into recovery. About an hour later, I think, the doctor came in. "How are you feeling Jamie?" I feel groggy. "That'll pass. Everything went well. There were no complications and you should recover quickly. We'll just let you recuperate over night and your friend can take you home tomorrow after I examine you." "Thanks doctor," I said and then drifted off to sleep. The next morning he came back and examined his handiwork. He then signed the release forms and Candi came in, "Hi sis, how are you feeling?" "A bit sore but they gave me some pills to take," I answered. "Well I'm here to take you home," she said in a cheerful tone. Candi then helped me get dressed and fixed my hair. She had brought some makeup with her so I could do my face. Going to the bathroom mirror I did my eyes and put on some lip stick. I looked at the woman in the mirror and felt a lot better. The decision had been made and there was no looking back. I sat in the passenger seat looking at the scenery on the trip back to our apartment. I now had a weekend to convalesce before classes. I had my homework to occupy my head and spent the first half of the day working on it. Candi made sure I had a good meal before she left for work and gave me a kiss on the forehead before she left. I didn't last too much later after that. I took a pain pill and lay down. A deep sleep overcame me quickly and lasted well into the morning. What a dream I had. I was sailing on the ocean wearing a bikini, and hair band and large sunglasses. My sailing partner was a hunk with six pack abs. It's hard to recall but I remember him saving me and carrying me up onto a beach. He had to give me mouth to mouth which faded into a torrid sex scene. I was being impaled in my dream with his massive cock. But to my surprise he was not taking me anally but vaginally. I was a complete woman in my dream and very happy. I woke up with a big smile until I realized I was dreaming. Then there was a weird let down. "Damn," I blurted out. Candi heard me and came running. "What's wrong, Jamie?" "I'm sorry; I just had a weird dream. I was shipwrecked with this hunk and I was his woman. I mean I really was a woman." "So what's wrong with that?" she asked. "Oh nothing, it's just that I woke up." Candi let out a laugh. "Expect more dreams like that. You are definitely ready to meet my doctor." "But, I already have a doctor." "Yes but this is the one who is going to do my SRS." "Oh thanks but no thanks. I'm not ready yet." "Silly he won't do the surgery now. You need to meet with him so that you can start with all the paperwork that is necessary for an SRS. That will take at least a year." "Really it takes that long." "Well you have to attend a lot of therapy sessions with a psychiatrist or psychologist who specializes in gender dysphoria. After a year they make a clinical diagnosis in which they advice whether or not the patient should have SRS. I'd say in your case it's a done deal but they still require that you have a year of therapy first." "So are you seeing a therapist?" I asked. "Yes and if you like I'll introduce you," she offered. "Let me think about it for now but a few more dreams like that and I'll be ready." "So what would you like to do today?" she asked. "I saw you completed your homework yesterday and you have a day off for a change." "I'd like to go to a park or zoo and just have a quiet day." "Good idea. It's a little chill out, so put on a sweater and we'll head over this afternoon." Candi was turning out to be a very good friend. She drove us over and we had fun going through the various animal houses. The big cats were my favorite but the great apes were the funniest. We pointed out different chimps that looked like people we knew and laughed. After some popcorn and sodas at the park we went out for Chinese food. Making it home just before dark we collapsed onto the sofa and vegged out in front of the television. I leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks for all your help this weekend. You are really a good friend." "You are very welcome, Jamie. It's so nice to have a roommate as nice as you." The next week went by in a blur. I worked really hard to catch up on my studies. With midterms just a week away there wasn't much time to relax. I was back to my old self at work. In fact I was even a little better. I was happy really happy. Antonio saw it too. He made sure I had a good customer to escort on Saturday evening. At our next study group session my friends all saw the difference too. Amber was the first to ask, "So the last couple weeks you were in an emotional free fall and now you're ready to start singing. What happened to change that?" "I did it." "Did what?" asked Brian. "Snip, snip," I said making a scissors motion with my fingers. "No, really?" said Ashley covering her mouth with her hand. "Yep, I made the decision that I want to become a woman and there is going back now." "So you're happy with the decision?" asked David who was obviously uncomfortable. "Yes, I am and I want to thank you for your help." My friends all looked at each other and accepted the inevitable. "Well I'm glad that that is sorted out," said Amber. "Now let's get to work." My customer that evening was really nice. I dressed up in my simple black dress with pearl necklace, dangling earrings and bracelet. Over it I wore a black shawl and my closed toe three inch pumps. I opened my wallet and checked my ID. It said female and I agreed. We went out to a country club dinner and I socialized with many of the social elite in the community. Afterwards he took me to his estate and we had a marvelous love making session. He very gently ran his hand up from my anal pussy to my now empty sack to my flaccid little member. He continued to stroke my empty sack. "Very nice," he whispered in my ear. "You are doing the right thing. I particularly like geldings." He then spread my legs and made love to me. I came a couple times before he finally stopped. I rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply before collapsing on his strong chest. We sat in his bath with me in his lap. I felt his cock get stiff again and our last fuck was done in the soapy water. I was moaning so much that I didn't even hear his grunts. Afterwards we wrapped in a single towel and I reached up for a last final kiss. As we got dressed to take me back he asked me if I was going to have the final surgery soon. "No not too soon. I have to go through therapy before they will do it." "Good I really want to have you again before you do." "Thank you. Just ask Antonio and I'm sure that can be arraigned." He drove me back to the club where I got into my car and drove back home. Candi was already home and wanted to know how it went. I told her what a great time I had and she listened intently to every word. "This guy really liked the fact that I had been castrated. He said he like geldings. I'm still trying to figure that out." "Don't try," said Candi. "Just take his money and enjoy the ride." We both giggled and went to bed. The rest of the quarter worked into a routine and ended well. My grades were high and I was again on the Dean's list. At the club my regular customer's were very generous and my escorting had completely paid for my surgeries. The Christmas business party was just around the corner, and Candi had kept her word. She had spent at least one night a week teaching me how to do a hot and steamy strip tease. I was really looking forward to using it at the party. ( to be continued )