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I am Tami By Tami Lynn Benevento As I finish putting on the last of my makeup, I look at myself in the mirror. I am a 25 year old woman but in the back of my mind that doesn't seem right. I remember growing up as a girl but, that too somehow didn't seem right either. I loved being a woman; I couldn't imagine ever wanting to be a guy. But somewhere back in my subconscious I am thinking that maybe I should have been born a guy. But, that thought quickly disappeared and I finished getting ready for my date with Steve tonight. Steve is a couple of years older than me and we met two years ago through some mutual friends. We hit it off right away and have been dating exclusively since then. Tonight Steve is taking me to the nicest restaurant in town. I think he is going to pop the question to me. We have talked about getting married, we both want to have kids and have very similar views on life in general. I was so hoping that he would ask me I love him so much. When Steve picked me up, he seemed very nervous, which I thought was a good sign. As we were eating, he got down on one knee, proposed to me and handed me a ring that had to be at least ? of a carat in size. I couldn't say yes fast enough and everyone in the restaurant clapped. I was so happy that I didn't hear or see anything but Steve. The only thing that made this moment sad was that my parents and sister weren't able to enjoy it with me. They were killed in an automobile accident 7 years ago. I think one of the reasons, and there many, that I love Steve is because of his parents, especially his Mother Sophie. Steve is an only child and I became their "adopted" daughter. I love them as much as I loved my own parents. Many times when I needed a Mom to talk with Sophie was there for me. We spent the rest of the dinner talking about what kind of wedding we wanted. Well to be truthful, I did most of the talking and Steve just kind of shook his head in agreement. After dinner Steve was drove me home, where he was going to get lucky tonight. Out of nowhere another car runs an intersection and T-bones Steve's car on my side. I sense that the fire department, ambulance and paramedics are there getting me out of the car. I kind of remember getting to the hospital and then I black out. I don't know how long I was out; I sensed that the Doctor saying that I was in a coma. I sense that Steve, his parents and some of my friends are constantly by my bedside. But what I mainly sensed was a series of dreams that I had. But they seemed more real than other dreams I have had. They were more like I was remembering things in my past... It was the first day of my 1st grade class. We had just moved to town and Mom had driven my older sister Susan, she was in the 3rd grade and me to school. I was scared and didn't want to go. Mom convinced me that it was alright and walked me to my classroom. My teacher Ms. Stone was very warm and friendly and made me feel at ease. She had the entire class stand up and say their names. I stood up and said "John Savage". Wow where did that come from? At recess I met this boy Frank. We immediately hit it off and became best friends. As my "dreams" continued, I could see myself growing up. My life is as I remembered it, well sort of. But in my "dream I wasn't Tami, I was this John Savage guy. Frank and I stayed best friends all through school. We were inseparable. We did everything together and looked out for each other. I was involved in sports and dated girls. Frank introduced me to my girlfriend Lisa. He dated Lisa a couple of times but, thought we would be more compatible, as a couple. We double dated to the Junior and Senior proms and the winter formals. Frank Wagner was one of those once in a lifetime friends. Why hadn't I dated him? Why wasn't he the one that asked me to marry him instead of Steve? I remember being so confused. We had graduated from High School and started the local Community College. I wanted to major in business and he wanted to major in Biology. We did though manage to have an English1A class together. One Friday in October, we cut class and went up to the mountains to go deer hunting for the weekend. We made camp and hunted that afternoon, seeing nothing. Friday night we sat around the fire, ate and talked about life in general. After we were all finished talking we retired to the tent to get some sleep. As I was lying there, with Frank laying a few feet away from me, I was trying to figure out why I hadn't ever had sex with him. He was tall, very good looking and if we were married, I just knew that we would be celebrating our 75th anniversary someday. But why hadn't I slept with him and why was it that I never had sex with Lisa either? Was I a lesbian or straight, and why was I head over heels in love with Steve instead of Frank or Lisa? I came to realize that while Frank was my best friend in the world, I wasn't attracted to him. I wasn't sure why but, I was thinking of him as a brother. Saturday morning we got up before the sun rose, made a quick pot of coffee and took off. Again, we saw nothing and went back to camp for lunch. Saturday afternoon we went out again, parked my truck and we took off on foot hiking some old logging roads. We had been gone for about an hour when we heard a shot and someone cry out in agony. Thinking that someone was accidently shot, we ran over to where we heard the noise come from. As we came to a clearing we saw a parked Suburban and two men, one holding a pistol, standing over a third man who was obviously in a lot of pain. We watched for a couple of moments. The guy holding the gun was saying something to the guy laying down and not getting the results he wanted. He raised his gun again but, before he had a chance to shoot, Frank yelled "Stop". The man with the gun immediately turned around and in one swift motion shot Frank in the chest. Instinctively, I raised my deer rifle and shot the man. His partner turned to me and I got off a second shot killing him too. While it seemed like all of this took forever, it actually probably took less than 15 seconds. I ran over to Frank and he was dead. Oh my God, what was I going to do now? I went over to where the men were; I have watched enough cop shows to know to first get all of the guns away from the bodies. The two men I had shot were dead too. I was so mad I kicked the man and emptied my rifle into him. I went over to the wounded man; he had passed out from the pain. I checked him out and saw that he was shot in the knee cap. Not knowing what else to do, I made a bandage out of my tee shirt, and put it on the wounded man's knee. I tried to call on my cell phone but there was no signal in the area. I took the wounded man and put him in the back of the Suburban. I didn't want to leave Frank there so I put him in the back of the Suburban too. I took off driving like a madman. I needed to get this man help and the closest hospital was over two hours away. But I knew there was a Forest Service Station on the way and I decided to drive there and hopefully they could help. After I had been driving for half an hour, the man in the back sat up and started yelling, "Who are you and where are you taking me?" This so startled me that I immediately swerved so that he was thrown against the side of the Suburban knocking him back out. A few minutes later, I was pulling into the Forest Service Station. I ran into the office and told one of the Rangers what had happened and that I had a wounded man in the back of the Suburban. I also told them that I didn't know if this guy was good or bad. They grabbed their first aid kit, took a look at the man and put a set of hand cuffs on him to be on the safe side. The Rangers called 911 to get help. They said that a Medivac, air ambulance would be there in half an hour. They also called the local Sheriff's Office and the FBI, as this was on Federal land, and reported the shootings. As we were waiting for the helicopter, the man came to. He started asking all sorts of questions, where am I, who are you, what happened. "Slow down, my name is Mark Simpson and I am the head Ranger here. This young man, (Huh?), found you after you had been shot and before those two guys had a chance to finish you off. He saved your life. Now relax we have a Medivac helicopter coming to take you to the hospital. You don't have any identification on you; would you please tell me your name?" "What only two guys? I need to use your telephone right now." "You aren't going to use the telephone or go anywhere until you tell me who you are and why those guys were trying to kill you. The Sheriff's office should be here before the Medivac comes and you can tell me now or tell them later. The choice is yours." "You don't understand. I can't tell you anything about me. But, I do need to make a phone call." With that he passed out again. Soon the helicopter landed and they loaded the man and Frank's body on it and took off. "Ranger Simpson, I need to call Frank's parents and tell them what happened." "Sure no problem, come in here." "Hi Mrs. Wagner, this is John...No everything is not all right, Frank and I were hunting and..." I told her everything that had happened and told her that I would come by as soon as I got back into town. It was strange, but in the back of my mind, I seemed to remember Frank being killed in an automobile accident along with my parents and older sister, who he was dating. I was sitting in a daze, thinking of all that happened and why all of this didn't seem right when the local Sheriff's Department showed up. They questioned as to what had happened and took me back out to the crime scene. When we got there, the bodies were gone. At first the Deputies thought I was confused as to the location until I showed them the blood where Frank had laid. They immediately secured the crime scene and called for the County's CSI team to show up. While one Deputy waited, the other took me back to my truck. As we drove up to my truck, one of the first things I noticed was that the passenger side window had been broken. I didn't have anything valuable in my truck and nothing seemed to be taken. The Deputy didn't believe in coincidences and called for a tow truck and another Sheriff's unit to come and take me home. A couple of hours later, I had broken camp and was home. As we drove up to the house, I noticed that the front door was open and I had a funny feeling. I asked the Deputies to check out the house for me. They went in and one came out a minute later talking on his radio. "I am sorry John, but someone has shot your parents and sister." "Are they still alive?" I managed to get out "Your parents are dead, but your sister is still alive." I rushed into the house and immediately threw up when I saw my parents. Someone had shot them in their heads, blowing out their brains. Susan had been shot in the head too, but she was still alive. I hugged her as the paramedics and the police drove up. The paramedics stabilized Susan and they took her to the hospital and I rode with them. While I was at the hospital, waiting to hear about Susan, two men walked up to me flashed their FBI badges and asked me, "Are you John Savage?" "Yes I am." "I am Special Agent Johnson and this is Special Agent Ramirez. We would like to ask you a few questions about what happened today...." I told them everything that had happened. When we were almost through, Agent Johnson's cell phone rang. He said a couple of things, listened, look at me and said that he understood. "We need to talk some place a little more private." He talked to one of the nurses and she led us to a private office. We sat down and Agent Johnson started talking, "The man, whose life you saved, was actually a man by the name of Amir Abdul. He was a deep undercover agent with the FBI. He had infiltrated a very large and powerful Al-Kida cell here in the US. He became comprised when someone recognized him. They took him out to the middle of nowhere where they had just begun to torture him, that's when you and Frank showed up. The two men you killed were the sons of Rashid Mansur, the leader of the cell. It seems that there was a second vehicle in the area and they are the ones that probably took the bodies and broke into your car. We are assuming that they found out where you lived from your registration. We are also assuming that they thought that one of the local Sheriffs would probably bring you back to your truck. We think that they went to your house, looking for you to return. When they saw your parents and sister, well they couldn't leave any witnesses behind. Anyway, long story short, you have a very big price on your head right now. From this point on, you can never go home or have contact with your friends and/or family. To do so would not only endanger you, but them too. Do you understand?" I sat there in a state of shock, it was almost beyond my comprehension to be able to understand what all had happened. I told him, "Yes", but wasn't really sure of everything he had said. He said that I would be put into the witness protection program. We talked for a few more minutes when there was a knock on the door. It was the Doctor wanting to give me an update on Susan. It seems that she was technically brain dead, but for now she was stable. He also said that with-in the next couple of days, her body would shut down requiring life support to keep her alive. Since I was her only living relative, I had to make the decision what to do. The Doctor was kind, sympathetic and told me to take my time thinking it over. In the meantime he let me go in and see Susan. She laid there with tubes coming out of her mouth and nose. It was hard to see her like that, but I could tell that she wasn't in any pain. I stayed a few minutes then Agent Johnson said we had to go and get me to a safe house. I kissed her goodbye and we left. The "safe house" was actually a nondescript single story ranch style house in the middle of a subdivision. We drove into the driveway, the garage door opened and we drove into it. Once inside, Agent Johnson showed me my room and told me to clean-up and then try and get some sleep. I guess I was more tired because as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. Agent Ramirez had cooked breakfast and I was famished. As I ate, he told me that another Agent would be coming by shortly to discuss my options with me. About 10:00 Agent Madeline McQueen showed up. She was in her late 20's and it was her job to help those going into the witness protection program. She explained my situation to me. Since I killed Rashid Mansur's only sons, he had put a $1,000,000 bounty on my head. "John, probably 90% of the time it's enough to just to move a person and change their identity. But in your case with such a large bounty on your head we have to take extraordinary measures. We have found over the years, that many times when a person is in witness protection they eventually go back to whatever bad habits they had before. Most of the time this doesn't cause a problem but, we have had cases where the person was recognized and was either killed or we had to move them again. As an example, we had one man testify against a major crime boss. This guy liked the ponies and even though we told him that he had to stay away from the track, he eventually found himself there. The crime boss had put feelers out and it was just a matter of time before he was recognized and killed. What I want to discuss with you today is a program that we have had in place for the last five years. For the lack of a better word, we brainwash or reprogram the person in such a way that they forget all of their old habits and we instill new habits in them. It's like if you were a slob, you would become a neat freak and vice versa. This, so far, has a 90% success rate as compared to 60% for the traditional witness protection program. We have actually have had several of very severe cases like yours. What we did was to change the person's gender and reprogram them to think that they were born and raised in their new gender. They have totally accepted their new roles and are living productive happy lives." "Are you saying that you want to change me into a girl? There is no way I'm going to allow you to do that to me." "I am just here to go over your options with you. What you do with them is up to you. You can either go the traditional route and I think I can say with all sincerity that you will probably be dead with-in a year's time. There are just too many people out there looking for you. If you chose the other option, with what we have seen with the other's successes, you should live a long and happy life. You are lucky that you are still young and should be able to pass as a girl very easily. If you looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation. Believe me, if I didn't sincerely think that this would work, I wouldn't have brought up the option." "It sounds like I don't have much of a choice. What would happen to me? What would you do to me?" "It's a fairly long drawn out process. You will be under our medical and psychological care for at least a year. During that time you will go through a series of hypnosis and drug sessions. After we have finished, you will remember your friends and family and also remember why you can't ever contact them again and why you are in the witness protection program. But, instead of remembering growing up a boy, you will only remember growing up a girl. You will think that your parents, sister and friend actually died in an automobile accident. As far as surgery goes, we now have a couple of options. In most of the cases, we just do the standard sexual reassignment surgery. The new women think that they had to have a hysterectomy. Other than that, they are all woman. We have another option with you. Have you decided yet what you want to do about your sister?" "Yes actually I have thought about it a lot. The Doctors say that there is no chance that she will ever recover. I can't stand the thought of her being a vegetable for the rest of her life and I know she wouldn't want it either. So I guess I will just let her pass." "Have you thought of donating any of her organs?" "Yes I guess that would be alright, why do you ask?" "This is something to really consider. It's not out to the public yet but, in the last few years we have perfected an ovary, fallopian tubes, uterus, vagina and partial hip transplant with very good success. Susan was shot in the head and the rest of her organs are all healthy. What I would strongly suggest is that we do a transplant from your sister to you. Being that you are related, the chances of rejection will be greatly reduced." "You want to do what? That's just plain sick. There is no way..." "Listen John, You already said that you would let her organs go for transplants, how it this different than getting her heart or lungs?" "Well..., I guess it really isn't all that different." "Good, doing this will help both you and us. We would like to get the FDA's approval for this operation but, we still need more case studies and we will follow your progress over the years. You won't know we are doing it of course. You will become a woman with everything that entails. You will be able to get pregnant and will probably be able to deliver the baby naturally. While you will believe that you are born a girl, what your sexual orientation will be is anyone's guess." "So what all will happen?" "First Susan and you will be transported to a secure medical clinic that we have. She will be put on life support and you will immediately be started on large doses of estrogen. Your reprogramming will begin right away. After a month, you will be castrated and the doses of estrogen will be reduced. You should start seeing changes in your body at that time. At two months, your body's hormone levels will have stabilized and that is when we will do the transplant." "What will happen when I get the transplant?" "What we will do is to first crack and spread your pelvis. This will give us better access to your insides. We will cut your urethra just below the bladder and remove it along with your penis, scrotum and prostrate. We will do the same for Susan leaving her ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, vagina, labia majora and minora, urethra and clitoris intact. These will be placed into your body, the urethra will be attached to your bladder, the blood vessel and nerve endings will be attached. The labia majora and minor will be grafted to your body. And before we close the gap in your pelvis, we will take a section out of Susan's pelvis and place it in the gap. This will widen and slightly rotate your hips like a naturally born woman. You will have approximately a six week recovery period. During this time, your reprogramming sessions will be increased in both frequency and intensity. It usually takes a month, or so, for your new ovaries to start producing the necessary hormone levels. Sometime around the 4th month you will get your first period which means everything is working as it should. At this time, you will be transitioned into your new life. You will start college and room with one of our Agents. You won't know that she is an Agent just a roommate. At this point you will no longer remember that you were ever a boy. But, to make sure that the reprogramming sticks you will receive additional programming 3 times a week for another 6 months. At that time your roommate will move out and you will be on your own." "So that's all there is to it." I laughed. "What if there are complications or your reprogramming doesn't work?" "I am not saying that there can't be problems, I will say though the as far as the surgery goes, we are way below the levels of other types of transplant surgery. In the last 3 years, we haven't had any of our patients not accept the reprogramming. The choice of what you want to do is up to you. But, you really don't have a lot of time to make a decision." "Well I guess I really have no choice. When do we start?" "We leave right now and we should be at the medical facility by tomorrow afternoon." With that Agent McQueen made a couple of phones calls and we loaded up in her car. She explained that Susan would be waiting for us when we arrived at the medical facility. We drove all night with the three agents taking turns driving. We only stopped long enough for gas, food and to use the restroom. When we arrived, I wasn't sure where we were but we had to go through all sorts of security. True to Agent McQueen's word, Susan had arrived before me. They took me in to see her. She didn't look any different other than she had more tubes coming out of her. The attending Doctor said that they had to put her on life support. He gave me several forms to fill out and sign. They were to give permission to terminate Susan's life support when they were finished with her, to give permission to harvest her organs, a Power of Attorney for me and to give them permission to operate on me and to settle my affairs. I kissed her and they led me to my room. It was a bright and airy room in a one story house. I was told that I could come and go as I pleased except that I had to be at my sessions when they were scheduled. My "handler" was a woman by the name of Marie Hamilton and she proceeded to start me off right away. She had me completely undress (that was the last time I ever saw any of my boy clothes) and take a shower. When I finished, she had me dress in panties, a bra with silicone breast forms, a knee length skirt, a short sleeve blouse and a pair of black pumps with 1" heels. I looked at myself in a full length mirror and I guess I was a bit disappointed because looking back at me was a guy in a skirt. I didn't look like a girl at all. "Wear these for now, when you feel like you are ready to shave your legs and underarms, want to do something with your hair and/or nails just let me know and I will help you. That is what I am here for." "Thanks I will." "Before we go any further we need to decide on a new name for you. It can't be close to your real name at all. For example your name is John and you can't have Joan. It has to be something completely different. What names do you like?" "Well, I don't know, I have always liked the name Tami." "That's a very good start. What about a middle name?" "I like the name Lynne." "Ok then its Tami Lynne and I'm going to give you the last name of Benevento because that last name is the one that was approved for you." "Hmm...Tami Lynne Benevento, I like the sound of that. I guess I am going to become a sexy Italian girl then," we both laughed. Marie took me to the medical center where they poked and prodded me and took what seemed like a gallon of blood from me. The nurse then had me bend over, lift my skirt, lower my panties and she gave me my first injection of hormones. I don't know if I was more surprised or maybe a bit disappointed but, I didn't immediately feel any changes going on. When the Doctors were finished, Marie led me into a room that looked more like a living room. She told me to sit on the couch and Dr. Billson came into the room. He asked me several questions about what I was allergic to, what surgeries I had and so forth. When he was finished, a nurse came in with a syringe filled with something. Dr. Billson said that this was the first part of my reprogramming. The shot would help to relax me and to clear my mind so that it would be more open the reprogramming. He asked if I had any questions before we started and I said no. The nurse gave me the shot and I immediately started to relax. In the back of my mind I was hearing about when I was a little girl. I was "remembering" when I went to Debbie's for the first time and we played dolls together. I started to "remember" other things too; I remember my first day in 1st grade I stood up and said my name is Tami Benevento. I am not sure how long I was out but when I did wake up I felt different somehow. I felt more comfortable in my new clothes except when I looked at my legs. They didn't look right with hair on them. I'll have to see about taking care of that. Marie took me back to the house and started teaching me how to cook. After dinner was cleaned up we went in and watched TV. We watched The English Patient and I was completely caught up in the movie. I even felt myself wanting to cry at the end. At bed time she laid out a set of silk pajamas for me. They felt nice next to my body but didn't feel quite right on my legs. The next morning I asked Marie about shaving my legs and she said she would be more than glad to help me. They looked and felt much better. The next month went by fast. My routine was constantly being changed but, I kept learning new and wonderful things. After each of my reprogramming sessions, I felt more and more feminine. I needed to do something with my hair. It wasn't long enough that I could really have it cut. But Marie trimmed it a bit, colored my hair a warm chestnut brown and gave me caramel highlights. I loved the way it looked. Then it was my nails, I needed to get my ears pierced, my eyebrows waxed and finally I wanted her to show me how to do my makeup. One day I asked Marie, "Why do I have a penis and balls hanging between my legs"? "Well if you want, we can remove them for you." "Oh yes please do. They are ugly and I have no need for them." The next day I was castrated and my penis was surgically tied back giving me a flat front. The next month went by equally as fast. The big difference was that I started noticing my body changing, my hips were becoming wider, my waist smaller, I was losing muscle mass, my hair was thicker, I was starting to grow breasts and I was more emotional. I had almost completely forgotten about John and in my mind I was Tami. One day I could see that Maria was in some physical pain. I asked her about it and she said that she sometimes got cramps with her period. "When I was going to get my period Marie?" "Do you really want to start your period?" "Oh yes I do." "Well you remember what we have to do to for you to get your period?" I thought for a moment and then it hit me that I had to have the transplant which meant taking Susan off life support. I had been in to see her everyday and knew that she wasn't getting any better. "Yes I know we have to take Susan off her life support and then transplant her organs to me." "Are you ready for that?" "Yes I am." With that she made the arraignments and two days later I was on the operating table with Susan next to me. I reached over, took her hand and said good bye as the anesthesia was taking effect. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the recovery room with Marie at my side. I felt like I should be sore as hell but I wasn't feeling any pain. Good drugs I guess. The Dr. came in and told me that my surgery went well. I was to have bed rest for a week but Physical Therapy would be starting with me right away. I should be up and walking, a bit, by the end of the week. But it was going to take at least 6 weeks for the fractures in my hips to heal enough to walk without the use of a cane or walker. Even though I was in bed, my reprogramming sessions continued. I now clearly remember going to my parents, Susan's and Frank's funerals. I have clear memories back to when I was 4 years old. When I was 16, Frank stole some bourbon from his parent's liquor cabinet. We snuck away and proceeded to get drunk. We looked into each other's eyes and lust hit us squarely. Before we knew it we were in each other's embrace kissing and finally having sex. We each climaxed twice before we passed out. I knew after that, that Frank was the one for me. We went out a few times then I found out that I was pregnant. Frank was supportive of me but relieved when I decided to have an abortion. I told my Mom and while she was trying to be supportive, I could tell that she wasn't all that happy about me getting an abortion. In the end she drove me the Women's Health Center. Unfortunately there were complications and my uterus was damaged to the point that the Dr. said I would never be able to have children again. It was a bittersweet coincidence that Susan was "killed" in the automobile accident, because of that I was able have her uterus transplanted in me, with the hopes that someday I could have children of my own. After that, Frank and I sort of drifted apart. We were still close friends; in fact I was the one that suggested that he date Susan. It was then that I started thinking about other girls. Frank introduced me to Lisa and we were a couple for the last two years. Unfortunately after High School, Lisa and her family moved away and that was the last I saw of her. I had all of these wonderful, and not so wonderful, memories of growing up. I remember that Frank, Susan and I went camping. That's when we saw two men torture another man. We ran away and called the sheriff's office. Frank and Susan were involved in the automobile accident before they could testify, but I did testify, sending the two men to prison for life. Right after I testified, I was whisked away into protective custody I am now being processed through the Witness Protection Program. The physical recovery went by fast. The first time I was able to shower was my first real chance to examine my new body. While it seemed strange to see my feminized body, it all seemed like it should be. I now knew that I was a girl now. About 6 weeks after my surgery, I was feeling slightly off. I was feeling bloated, my breasts were tender and I felt very emotional. I mentioned this to Marie. "Well, your period is due soon. I wouldn't be surprised if that's what it is," she replied. "I don't know about that," I replied. "But, I don't feel very good." "Cramps?" asked Marie. "It feels that way. Plus I feel bloated and my breasts are sore." With that she gave me a couple of Aleve for the pain, told me to lie down and gave me a heating pad to put over the area of my uterus. It helped a bit but I was still very uncomfortable. I spent the rest of the day just lying around the house, still feeling very uncomfortable. I didn't feel like eating and finally went to bed. The next morning I woke early still with cramps. It felt like liquid was flowing slowly out of my vagina. I got up and went into the bathroom and saw that my period had started. It was weird; initially I panicked, like it was my first time. But I got my first period when I was 13 so it wasn't like I didn't know what to do. I washed my hands and unwrapped a tampon to use. I sat on the toilet with my knees apart, opened my labia and inserted the tampon gently into my vagina and gently and slowly pushed the plunger all the way and removed the applicator. Once it was in, I didn't feel the tampon at all, which is a good thing. I told Marie that I my period had started. "Well, this is a good thing, Tami," said Marie. "It means your body is functioning properly." "As long as these cramps stop, I'll be happy." Over the next two days my cramps subsided, my blood flow stopped and I started to feel normal again. Marie said that this was a good time for a gynecological examination and took me to the health center. The nurse led me to a room asked me for a urine sample and gave me a gown to put on. A little while late she returned with Dr. Shelia Alexander. Dr. Alexander first asked me drop my gown while she examined my breasts. She was pleased with my development and said everything was normal. I expressed concern that I was only an A cup but she said that I was just a late bloomer and that I will be getting larger. I had always been self conscious about my small size but, had to admit that clothes fit me better. She had me scoot down on the table, place a paper towel over my lap, put my feet in the stirrups and spread my legs. This is usually the part when I usually felt embarrassed. But this time I felt more relaxed. Maybe because this was my first exam with a woman Doctor and I felt more comfortable with her. In the past all of my exams had been with male doctors. I never really felt very comfortable with them even though I knew that this is routine for them and their only concern is for my health. Dr. Alexander first looked at the area outside of my vagina. She used a couple of her gloved fingers to spread the lips apart. She then examined the structures of my vulva and checked the tone of my pelvic floor muscles. When that was over, she started the speculum exam. She inserted the speculum into my vagina and gently opened so that she could see into my vagina and see my cervix. She asked if I wanted see what my cervix looks like and I said yes. She had the nurse hold a mirror and I was looking into a part of me that I had never seen before. After checking my vagina and cervix, she took a thin plastic stick and a special tiny brush and gently wiped away some of the cells from my cervix. This is a Pap test, which I remember I had done several times before. She then closed the speculum and gently took it out. ?Next came my least favorite part of the exam, the bimanual exam. Dr. Alexander inserted two of her gloved fingers into my vagina. With the other hand, she gently applied pressure to the lower part of my belly. I felt some slight discomfort and pressure when she pressed in certain places, but it didn't hurt like it did with my other Doctor. She also did a rectal exam. She inserted one finger into my anus. She told me to relax and take slow deep breaths and it was not that uncomfortable. With that the exam was over. Dr. Alexander said that everything looked fine and that there was no indication of my body rejecting the transplant. From everything that she could see, there wasn't any reason I couldn't get pregnant if I wanted to. I felt like a huge weight had lifted from me. I was so worried that I couldn't ever have children. Eight weeks after my operation, Marie had me doing some light jogging to help build my strength back up. I was feeling better than I had in a very long time. My periods started to come like clockwork, which made Dr. Alexander very happy. But because I was still having severe cramps, she put me on birth control pills. She said that would help reduce or eliminate the cramps. True to her word, the next month was a breeze with no cramps. I couldn't believe that I had been here for almost 6 months. The Feds had a tax lien sale and sold Dad and Mom's house and cashed in on Dad and Mom's life insurance policy. All of the money they put into a trust, for me, which came to almost a half million dollars. They sent everything in the house to here for me to go through. The word was spread around town was that I was so distraught that I had committed suicide by throwing myself in front of a moving train. There was even a closed casket funeral with most of the town showing up. The Feds provided me with a new birth certificate, driver's license, high school transcripts, a passport and checks, ATM and credit cards all issued to me. Marie had become my best and only friend. One day she suggested that we go to town for a day of shopping and whatever else we wanted to do. I liked the idea because I was getting sick of my clothes and I hadn't been shopping for over 6 months. We took off the next morning and with-in an hour we were in Denver. Marie drove me to the Cherry Creek Mall and we got there just as it opened. We started at Victoria's Secret where Marie asked the sales girl to measure me for a new bra and panties. She explained that I was a late bloomer and that I have been going through a growing spurt. Jill, the sales girl, said no problem. She measured me and I was almost a 34B. Jill said that Victoria's Secret has what they call, "Seven must-have bras that solve every dressing dilemma and always put you best shape forward". They are a full coverage, a push-up, a demi, a wireless, a tee shirt, a convertible and a racer back bra. She showed them to me and I tried them on. She also measured me for matching panties. I knew I always loved VC but, never could afford to buy their lingerie. I started to tell Jill thank you but, they were more than I could afford. Marie said, "Do you like them?" "Of course I do, who wouldn't?" "Then buy them, you can afford almost everything \you want." I then thought about Mom, Dad, Susan and Frank. I missed them dearly but, I guess there is a silver lining in every cloud. I did have the money to buy what I wanted. I told Jill that I would take 3 of each of those she showed me in white, beige and black. I also took matching panties and thongs in all three colors. It felt strange to whip out my ATM card and pay over $600 for my new lingerie. But it was something that I knew I could get used to. From Victoria's we hit bebe, Abercrombie & Fitch, Burberry, Forever 21, J. Crew, J. Jill, Macy's, Sak's Fifth Avenue, Neiman Marcus and Nordstrom's. By 3:00 we hadn't eaten yet but, I managed to almost buy out the stores. We had to take two trips out to Marie's car to store my packages. We grabbed a quick bite at Nordstrom's Caf? Bistro. As we ate, we sat and talked about the day and my future. Marie asked me if I wanted to go to college. I said yes and she told me that with my grades I could get into any school I wanted to. "Have you thought about what you might want to major in?" "I was majoring in Business, but I think now I might want to go to law school then join the FBI." "Ah, an excellent choice, when we get back, why don't you start looking at some schools and we will go and visit them. If you apply now, you should be accepted for the fall semester." "Excellent, do you like have any suggestions?" "You might think of either Stanford or UC Berkeley. They both are excellent schools." We talked back and forth then I asked Marie, "What now?" "I think we should go to the Aveda salon and spa I saw here and get ourselves pampered." "That sounds good to me." Marie had already booked an appointment for both of us. She had us getting a complete make-over including a facial, a full body massage, a manicure and pedicure and our hair done. My hair was to my shoulders and pretty straight now. I decided to get a perm with large curls followed by a demi color. Marie's hair was to her shoulder blades and decided to get a spiral perm. My stylist, Sarah, first cut my hair in round layers, rolled my hair on peach and purple perm rods, saturated each with perm solution and let me process. I remember as a girl Mom giving me perms, but this is my first in a salon. It didn't really stink as much as I remember when Mom did it. Sarah then rinsed me out and put neutralizer on, which felt cold. She then pulled my perm rods out, rinsed me again then put the demi color on. My hair color, from when Marie had put it on me, had faded and looked pretty mousy. We decided on a rich brown with a hint of gold in it. Soon she was rinsing me out for the last time and took me to her chair. She put some of Aveda's Be Curly Curl Enhancer into my hair and blow dried my hair using a diffuser. After she dried my hair she finished up using their Curl Control to help control the frizzes. I now had large bouncy and sexy curls, I loved it. Sarah sold me the Be Curly kit. Marie had nice spiral curls and loved her hair too. We paid our stylists and left much invigorated. "You know Tami, it's after 7:00 now and there is no use to try getting back tonight. Why don't we find a motel, get some dinner and go out and party tonight?" "That's a fantastic idea, I was getting so bored back there, its nice being out and on my own." We picked up a few things that we would need to spend the night and got a room at the Holiday Inn Express. Marie and I were about the same size so I loaned her one of my new dresses and shoes to wear. Marie wore a black rayon/acetate pleated jersey dress with bare shoulders, a halter neck and fell to about 2" above her knees and black pumps with 3" heels. I wore my new Infinity Edge strapless push-up bra with my new red silk Jenelle short dress which had a halter top, fitted bodice and fell about 3" above my knees and matching shoes with 4" heels. When we finished getting ready, we stood next to each other and looked at ourselves in the mirror. Marie was a little taller than me but, with me wearing the higher heels we were about the same height now. "You know Tami we look like two girls that want to get fucked! Let's go." We both laughed and went to dinner. The restaurant was very nice and we talked mostly about my future over dinner. I knew that when I had to finally leave, I would miss Marie terribly. After dinner we went and had a drink at the bar next to the restaurant. It wasn't a problem for me to get in because the Feds had given me two driver's licenses. One said that I was 21 and the other one had actual age on it. We were sitting, talking, listening to the music and having a glass of Chardonnay when two guys came up and asked if they could sit with us. Their names were Tom and Mark and they bought us another glass of wine. As we talked, Tom seemed interested in Marie and Mark in me. Mark was very good looking, about 6' and 175 lbs, with sandy blonde hair and drop dead gorgeous blue eyes. He was almost 30 and I told him I was 21. He asked me to dance and I became putty in his hands. I had an over whelming urge to kiss him. As I was waiting for him to make the first move, a thought flashed through my subconscious that this was wrong. I didn't like guys I liked girls. But as soon as it came into my mind it left as Mark leaned in to kiss me. I remember kissing before, but this was different. I was on my toes to meet him instead of looking down when I kissed. As he held me, he engulfed me in his arms and his kiss was forceful but, tender. He made my toes curl and I started to become so horny. By this time I had finished my 4th glass of wine and was feeling no pain. I wanted Mark to take me home. But, before he could even ask, Marie saw what was happening and quickly grabbed me by my arm saying it was time for us to go. Tom and Mark stood there dumbfounded. They were sure that they were going to get lucky tonight. We were out the door before they could even ask for our phone numbers. As we drove back, Marie asked me if I knew why she took me out of there. When I said no, she explained that for now, I needed to keep a low profile. She explained that there would be time for boyfriends later. We were back at the motel with-in a couple of minutes. We walked up to our room and I was feeling no pain but, I was still horny. When we were inside, I looked at Marie and all of a sudden I wanted her. Maybe this is what flashed through my mind. After all, she was my closest and dearest friend. I leaned into her for a kiss and she gently pushed me away. "Oh Tami, I can't. It's not that I don't want to but, I could get fired." "Look Marie, for one thing no one will ever know. Besides you are my teacher and mentor and I need you to show me how to turn on this body." I wondered what I was saying. I have had sex before I knew what turned me on. But, somehow I needed to be shown. "Besides I need to find out if I am a lesbian or not." She looked at me and pulled me to her. Her kiss was definitely different than the one I had just got from Mark. It was sweet, tender and more sensuous. Soon were intertwined in each other's arms. Marie proceeded to undress me and I her. While we didn't speak many words she showed me so much. I seemed to remember sex as being different. My orgasm came fast and before I knew it I was done. But with Marie, my orgasm built up and built up inside me. Every part of my body that she touched, fondled, pinched or sucked sent waves of anticipation through my body. When I finally came, there was wave after wave of pleasure going through my body. As soon as one orgasm subsided she started building another inside me. After my fourth one, I was so exhausted that I collapsed in bed and feel fast asleep in Marie's arms. Thinking back, I don't think Marie came once that night. She was just focused on me. When I woke up the next morning I was a bit sore but had a very good feeling inside my body. As I rolled over and looked at Marie, she said, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" I looked her in the eyes and said, "Of course I did. I have never had anyone give me so much pleasure as you did last night". "Well it is a known fact that a woman knows better how to please another woman than I man could ever understand. But, there is something about having a guy cum inside you that is great too. You will have to decide what you want for the rest of your life. As far as you and I go, this was a once and only time. We both had a little too much to drink. What I said about getting fired is true. You are young and have your whole life in front of you. One day you will meet that special person and he, or she, will sweep you off your feet. You will be leaving us soon and starting a new life. I have a very good feeling about you and know that you will succeed beyond your wildest dreams." "I hate thinking of having to leave you. You are my best, and only, friend and I don't want to lose you." "Don't worry you will be starting a new life, you will make new friends and won't even think of me." "That won't ever happen!" Marie thought sadly, 'Well when you are finished with your reprogramming, you won't remember me at all.' We hugged knowing that things will work out for the best. We took turns showering and getting ready for the day. We had breakfast and decided to do some more shopping before returning "home". I picked-up a couple of other outfits and more shoes. We ended our shopping trip at the MAC store at the Cherry Creek Mall. To my surprise, there were more guys working in there than women. One of them, David, came up to us and asked if he could help. I said that I wanted to start wearing better make-up and he said that we came to the right place. I assumed that David had to be gay but in talking with him I found out that he was straight, married and had two small children. He said he didn't know what he wanted to do after High School. One day he was over at his girlfriend's and she asked him if he would help her set her hair with hot rollers. He had done a great job and it soon became a regular event. What started as just his girlfriend soon became her girl friends too. He enjoyed doing hair and being around women so much that he enrolled in the local cosmetology school. While in school he met his future wife and learned about make-up. He said that while he enjoyed doing hair, he really enjoyed doing make-up. After school he took some advanced classes in make-up, got his dream job working for MAC and has never looked back. While he is telling me all of this, I can understand why he has been so successful. He was very good looking and had warm kind way about him. I told Marie, "He could do my make-up any time!" and we both laughed. By the time he had finished, he had sold me over $1000 worth of creams, lotions, foundations, eye shadows, eyeliners, brushes, powder, etc. I was hooked on MAC and knew that I would be spending more money with them in the future. With my shopping finally done, we headed back to "home". On the way back Marie had given me something to help me relax since I was so wound up after last night and all of the shopping. When I was fully relaxed she put a CD on to continue my reprogramming. When I woke back up I clearly remember being at the bar last night and meeting Tom and Mark. Between the drinks and the fact that I hadn't been laid forever, I made sure that Mark got lucky. I brought him back to my room. We hastily undressed each other while trying to kiss at the same time. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. I looked at him, his cock had to be at least 7" and very thick. I stroked him with my hand while kissing him. He moved around putting his cock in my face and he was facing my pussy. I started to lick and suck his wonderful cock and he started to lick and finger me. Just as he was ready to cum, he pulled out of my mouth, spun himself around and put his cock in my vagina and started fucking me. I remembered cuming almost immediately. When I did, he slowed down and brought me to a second and third climate before he finally let himself cum. We lay in each other's arms and I was as content as I could be. Before long, he started getting hard again. This went on all night. We got very little sleep. He got up about 7 and said that he had a meeting he had to get to. He left without even getting my phone number or giving me his. I got up, showered, cleaned myself out and got ready for the day. I met Marie for breakfast and we discussed each of our nights. We then went shopping, ending up at the MAC store and heading "home". After we got back, I started looking at different schools and decided that it might be a good idea to take a trip out to California and look at some schools there. We flew into San Francisco and rented a car. We looked at Stanford, UC Berkeley, Davis and San Francisco, Golden Gate University, and the University of San Francisco. We then drove to Southern California and looked at UCLA and San Diego, Loyola, USC and Pepperdine University. While the So. Cal universities were all first rate, I decided that I actually liked the No. Cal schools better. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I needed to be close to the mountains. We went back up north and I finally decided to apply to Stanford. I did the application while I was there and arraigned to have a copy of my transcripts sent to them. A couple of days after returning, I received a phone call from Stanford saying that I had been accepted for the fall semester. I thought that this all happened to fast to be real. But Marie told me that they pulled some strings to get me in. I had a couple of more weeks left there and I felt like I was ready to tackle the world. I had a follow up exam with Dr. Alexander and she said that everything was working perfectly. I was ovulating so that I had to be careful so I didn't get pregnant before I wanted to. Marie and I flew back out to California and I started looking for someplace to live. We finally found a small 3 bedroom 2 bath house about 5 miles from the school. Even with the money I had in my trust, I wasn't able to buy the house outright and I still had to have money for school and living expenses. We arraigned for me to buy the house on a 30 year mortgage. It was clear that I was going to have to find a job and unless I wanted to completely exhaust my money, I needed to get at least one roommate. We returned and I started getting my things organized. All of my things and those from my parent's house were shipped to my new house. Marie flew back out with me and helped me get settled. She took me out and I bought a used Honda Accord. After a week she returned promising to keep in touch. I ran an ad in the local newspaper and at school for a roommate. I must have got a dozen calls. Most of the calls were from women, but there were a couple from guys which I said no thanks. I had 6 come over to meet with them. They were all very nice but, I don't know why but one, Vicky, really stood out to me. She was in her late 20's, a nurse and had just gone through a bad divorce. She had won custody of her 3 year old girl and was looking for a place to live. Originally I didn't want any kids, but there was something special about her and her daughter Simone` that I said welcome. She was so happy. She had originally told me that she and Simone` would share a bedroom. I told her that the 3rd bedroom was going to waste and Simone` might as well use it. After she got moved in, we were sitting watching TV after Simone` went to bed. Vicky got up and went to the Kitchen and brought out 2 glasses of wine for us. "Cheers to our new home and friendship!" We drank up and soon I was getting drowsy. Vicky put a CD on the stereo and I fell fast asleep on the couch. When I woke up, Vicky was in the kitchen making some breakfast. I remember looking at her and thinking we had been friends, almost sisters, for a very long time. That she and Simone` moved out here with me after her divorce. She and I had taken a road trip out here stopping in Denver for some shopping. We had spent the night there and even managed to pick-up a couple of guys for some meaningless sex. She immediately found a job as a nurse at the local hospital and I found a job as a receptionist with a local law office. As the summer progressed, I made new friends and really excelled working at the law firm of Johnson, Wilson and Calvert. In fact, they offered to let me work my work schedule around my school schedule. I started dating but nothing serious. In September I started school. It was much harder and time consuming than I had thought it would be. So between school, studying and work, I didn't have much of a social life. Occasionally I would go out with friends to dinner, concerts and such. But I was pretty boring. About 6 months after Vicky had moved in, she told me that she was moving back home. Her Mother was sick and her ex had joined AA, got counseling and wanted to see if they could try and get back together. What could I say? I really liked having her and Simone` living with me. Actually having Simone` around me was good because I came to realize that I really wanted children of my own. The movers came, packed her things and shipped them home. Before she left, we had one more glass of wine together. I remember feeling drowsy and falling asleep on the couch. When I woke up later, I was glad that that bitch Vicky was gone. She never paid her rent on time and was a slob. The only thing that kept me from kicking her out earlier was her little daughter who I had grown to love. But, sometimes things get to a point that enough is enough and she had to leave. Ever since my parents, Susan and Frank were killed in that automobile accident, I have been on my own. I even drove from home to California on my own. I stopped in Denver late one evening and decided to spend a day or so there just shopping. After a full day of shopping and getting a makeover, I went out to dinner at the hotel's restaurant. I was tired, but I was hornier than ever. After dinner, I went to the adjoining bar. There was this incredibly good looking guy sitting at the bar by himself. I went over and asked if I could buy him a drink. The music started and I drug him onto the dance floor. While we were slow dancing I did everything I could think of to try and seduce him. Just as I was beginning to think maybe he was gay, he leaned in and kissed me. Before I knew it, we were going to his room. Mark provided me with what I needed that night. When he fell asleep, I quietly got up and went back to my room never seeing him again. When I moved to California I knew no one there. I was getting lonely which is one of the reasons I took Vicky in as a roommate. I won't say that it was a complete mistake but, I never introduced her to my new friends. I was embarrassed by her and her slob ways. The whole year past fast, I was doing very well in school. I was actually starting to have a social life and enjoying myself. I had to get another roommate to help with the expenses. Linda and I were the same age and very compatible. I had met her at school and she was desperate to find a place to live since her boy friend had kicked her out. With some reluctance, at first, I asked her if she wanted to room with me. She couldn't say yes fast enough. We were both pre-law and shared several classes together. She helped me meet more people and it was wonderful having her around. We dated guys, had boyfriends over and generally had a great time together. Before I knew it, we were graduating. While I had many friends here, I felt sad that my parents, Susan and Frank couldn't have been here to see this. But, Linda's parents and sisters had become my surrogate family and they were yelling for me. I spent the summer working fulltime at Johnson, Wilson and Calvert. I was now working as a paralegal for them and they said they would sponsor me through law school. I was so happy that I couldn't wait to tell Linda. I called here and we decided to meet some other friends for dinner and drinks afterward. There were 10 of us, mostly friends of both of us. I felt blessed to have a great job; good friends and my house doubled its value in the last four years. They only thing really missing was having someone special in my life. I had dated many nice guys but none of them were special. Linda said I was just being too picky. To "prove" her point she started dating one of my "rejects". Actually I introduced them thinking they would make a great couple and I was right. They dated for two years and Jim finally asked Linda to marry him. Of course I was to be her Maid of Honor. After dinner we went to this jazz club. We were drinking, laughing and dancing. We had been there for about an hour when my friend Stephanie grabbed my arm and said that she wanted to introduce me to her boyfriend's friend Steve. I never believed in love at first sight, lust maybe, but not love. But when I saw Steve, it hit me like a load of bricks. He was a couple of years older than me, about 5'10" 160 lbs with light brown hair and hazel eyes. But beyond his good looks I could immediately tell that he was a good person. We talked for the rest of the night. It was like we had known each other for years. When it was time to go, I gave him my phone number hoping that he would call me. About 10 minutes after Linda and I got home, the phone rang. It was Steven calling to make sure that we got home OK. We talked for another hour before he asked me if I would have dinner with him the next night. I couldn't say yes fast enough. We started dating exclusively and after about a month he introduced me to his parents George and Sophie Manning. They were very special people. After Steve was born, Sophie had to have a hysterectomy so they didn't have any more children. They had always hoped that he would bring someone home but I was his first. He explained that I was the first one worth bringing home. They became my adopted parents. When Steve and George would take off and go fishing, Sophie and I would go shopping. While she loved Steve dearly, she had always wished she had a daughter. As Steve and I grew closer, George and Sophie treated me more like their daughter. Jim and Linda set their date for the following June. The next year was crazy between law school, working, helping Linda with her wedding plans and spending time with Steve of course. Before I knew it I was walking down the aisle, turned and waited to see Linda's Dad walk her down the aisle. While I was very happy for her, it meant that she moved out of the house. We had been roommates for almost 5 years and she left a huge void as she left. I debated whether to get another roommate or not. I was making enough working that I was able to make my mortgage and be able to put food on my table. Besides when Steve came over we had the house to ourselves. Steve spent so much time here and I at his place that he said that it seemed logical that we move in together. I nixed the idea saying not until we got married, hoping that would put some pressure for him to ask me to marry him. We continued dating and growing closer. We talked about getting married and I knew that we would someday. It was just a little frustrating waiting. As I finish putting on the last of my makeup, I look at myself in the mirror. I am getting ready for my date with Steve tonight. Tonight Steve is taking me to the nicest restaurant in town. I think he is going to finally pop the question to me. We have talked about getting married, we both want to have kids and have very similar views on life in general. I was so hoping that he would ask me I love him so much. When Steve picked me up, he seemed very nervous, which I thought was a good sign. As we were eating, he got down on one knee, proposed to me and handed me a ring that had to be at least ? of a carat in size. I couldn't say yes fast enough and everyone in the restaurant clapped. I was so happy that I didn't hear or see anything but Steve. The only thing that made this moment sad was that my parents and sister weren't able to enjoy it with me. They were killed in an automobile accident 7 years ago. I think one of the reasons, and there many, that I love Steve is because of his parents, especially his Mother Sophie. Steve is an only child and I became their "adopted" daughter. I love them as much as I loved my own parents. Many times when I needed a Mom to talk with Sophie was there for me. We spent the rest of the dinner talking about what kind of wedding we wanted. Well to be truthful, I did most of the talking and Steve just kind of shook his head in agreement. After dinner Steve was driving me home, where he was going to get lucky tonight. Out of nowhere another car runs an intersection and T-bones Steve's car on my side. I sense that the fire department, ambulance and paramedics are there getting me out of the car. I kind of remember getting to the hospital and then I black out. I don't know how long I was out; I sensed that the Doctor saying that I was in a coma. I sense that Steve, his parents and some of my friends are constantly by my bedside. But what I mainly sensed was a series of dreams that I had. But they seemed more real than other dreams I have had. They were more like I was remembering things in my past... As I start to come out of my coma, all of these thoughts were in my head. Who were John Savage, Marie and Vicky? Am I really a woman or something else? I was so confused. Were they really hidden memories or just weird dreams? I did