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JOANNE'S STORY By Lorna Elizabeth Black Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2009 None of this work may be distributed as original by any other person or group. Permission is given to redistribute this work in its entirety and any credit is given to me as the original author. Any resemblance between characters in this work and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Be also advised, some of the storylines contain adult themes including sex. If you are underage or if this offends, then please go elsewhere. FOREWORD This is a follow on from my story entitled JOANNE. Although there is some overlap, this is how things developed from Joanne's point of view so to put things into context; I recommend you read the story JOANNE first. Chapter 1 - At Last I Can Speak The only reason I am able to tell you my tale is because I have enough self-confidence to write it down. John could never do this, he was always far too shy. Only since Joanne (me) has appeared on the scene, can my story now be told. As John, I have always been extremely shy. Throughout my school years, I have never been able to relate to anyone with the exception of my mother. During my teenage years when boys of my age were beginning to form relationships with the opposite sex, my life was full of frustration, always wanting to form a relationship with a girl, but far too shy to do so. Even on the few occasions I did pluck up enough courage to approach a girl, I usually faced rejection making my situation worse. The few relationships I did have, if you call them that, usually lasted only a matter of days, one date or at the most two. Perhaps I looked on myself as one of these types that were just not going to form a long-term relationship and should focus my energies on some other activity. It was probably this attitude that made me more introverted and made me what I had become until very recently. How could I have possibly known that the answer to all my heartache and frustration was the illusion of a change of sex. So here I was, at what seemed to be the start of a new life, as Joanne. Was this really only an illusion of a change of sex or was it something more? Looking back, when I met Jenny at Mark and Susie's wedding, the old terrors came back to me. It really took all my courage to keep myself going. I suppose I sensed Jenny was shy as well, but she seemed to have that bit more courage to keep things moving. It was she and not me that took the lead. It was she that took the lead to develop the relationship. I can honestly say, she led, I followed. So getting to the seduction scene, Jenny obviously had it all planned, the clothes, the meal, the wine. I suppose by this time I was getting bolder, but not enough to even consider sex. Jenny, again, was leading and I was following. What came over me when I held Jenny's slip, I had no idea. I was aware of the softness and sensuality of the material and for some reason I wanted to put in on. My dream was shattered when Jenny became aware of my actions. When she dropped the bombshell asking if I would like to try it on, well I just wished the ground would open up and swallow me at that precise moment. What had I been thinking of? Why, all of a sudden that I now felt I had to wear women's clothes? Had this been inside me all along? Did I have some deep psychological problem? Jenny really could read me, even if I couldn't. She saw what was to be done, and best of all, she wasn't going to let me go. Of course Jenny had her secrets as well which came to the fore later on. There it was, on that night of nights, secrets were revealed and new partnerships were formed. Jenny got the partner she really wanted and I became what I think I should have been all along. That night we had sex and Jenny did take the lead. She didn't make love to John, she made love to Joanne. I was Joanne dressed in a beautiful nightdress. It was Joanne who lost her virginity that night, not John. Chapter 2 - Joanne day 2 The next morning I was still lying in bed, still in what was now my nightdress, still in a sort of dream state. I became aware that Jenny was not there beside. A moment's panic set in. Where was she? Has she gone? Did I only dream last night? Then I heard a voice, it was Jenny, and she was in the lounge speaking to someone on the telephone. I rose from the bed and padded softly through to the lounge to hear Jenny saying to whoever was on the other end of the telephone, "Here she is now." Jenny beckoned me over and handed me the telephone. I, very reluctantly, put it to my ear and said a very quiet, "Hello." "Good morning Joanne," came the voice from the other end. It was Susie, the one at whose wedding Jenny and I had originally met. At this moment I felt a bit like the old John with nothing to say but before I could even think about anything. Susie responded, "It's O.K. Actually I think it's wonderful and I can't wait to see you. If what I've heard from Jenny is true, you make an attractive looking woman." For a moment I was truly flattered that I was now being considered as attractive. This was definitely a first. All I could say at this time was, "Thank you." I handed the phone back to Jenny and she resumed her conversation with Susie. The call ended with Jenny saying to Susie, "Bye, see you in an hour." "Is Susie coming round here?" I said with slight panic in my voice. "Yes, so you better get yourself dressed and ready." "Ready for what?" "Shopping of course." "Shopping?" "Don't you remember last night, the things you're going to need and tomorrow we might make a start?" "Yes, but?" "Trust me Joanne, it's better to do this now because you need these things now and believe me you'll feel better when Susie arrives. There's safety in numbers." "But what am I going to wear?" "I want you to wear what I had on last night and before you say anything, the clothes I had on when you arrived. To be honest, you can't go out as John, because you know and I know we'll never get anywhere. You have to go out as Joanne because it is only as Joanne you have any confidence. You might even enjoy it." I knew in myself I had to stay as Joanne, the changes from the previous night were too big to ever go back again. Admittedly, I did feel apprehensive about going out as Joanne, but I knew I had to do it, so I set about getting myself prepared. Things had to be done, unfeminine things like shaving. I wondered to myself if there would come a time when I didn't need to this arduous task. I tried not to look on myself as Joanne as I performed this chore. A shower was next where seeing my naked body as it was, what it would be like with a pair of breasts, real breasts. Shower over and fantasy over, it was back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped round me as any woman would do to see that Jenny had laid out my clothes on the bed. There was my bra, slip, a fresh pair of panties, my suspender belt and black stockings. To be honest I couldn't wait to get into these clothes but I thought, if I do this slowly, I could savour each moment as each garment is drawn into place. Jenny came through at this point suggesting I try and put on my wig and makeup myself and she would help if necessary. I felt I made a fairly good effort, Jenny only having to correct a few little mistakes. I must have taken in more about how to apply makeup than I realised from last night. I was now Joanne again and all I wanted to do was get dressed. Slipping off the towel, I slowly drew my panties up my legs making sure that thing between my legs would be hidden. In fact Jenny gave me a panty pad and showed me how to put it into my panties and how it stuck in place. "A little piece of insurance," Jenny said. This was yet another sensation. Was this to be my time of the month? The suspender belt was next, wrapping it round my waist so as to have the hooks at the front, fastening it and rotating it round my waist until the hooks were now at the back. I guided the suspender straps through my panties so that it would be easier when a call of nature was required. My Wonderbra was the next item. This was also arranged to have the hooks at the front to be fastened, rotated round and my arms guided through the shoulder straps. Again Jenny put the silicon inserts into the bra cups and pulled the fleshy parts of my chest upwards and inwards the fill the bra cups and give me back the bust and cleavage I had had last night. What a sensation it was as I pulled the bunched stockings up my legs, one at a time. To venture an opinion at this time, women don't know how lucky they are with all these lovely clothes they could wear with all the different sensations they create. Next came the slip, that slip, that slip that started all this. As it fell gently round my body, I shuddered in pure delight. My skirt was next, sliding it up my legs with the zip fastener to the front, I fastened the top button, pulled up the zip and turned the skirt round my waist until the zip was at the back. Next, raising my skirt, I pulled down and straightened my slip underneath so that it sat correctly. My blouse, that soft silky feel against my body made me shudder again in pure delight. I was still having difficulty with the buttons being the opposite side to a shirt, but I was sure I would get used to them in time. I had to, I needed to. I slipped into my high heeled shoes as Jenny sprayed a little perfume on my neck. The few final touches were added; clip on earrings, lady's wrist watch and a small silver crucifix on a silver chain round my neck. I was Joanne. The door bell rang and I jumped out of my feminine confidence for a moment. "Who's that?" I said with a hint of panic. "Calm yourself, it's Susie, remember," Jenny responded. Jenny opened the door and sure enough it was Susie. She spotted me immediately and said in a playful tone, "Who do we have here then?" Jenny intervened and said, "I would like to introduce you to Joanne." "Well how do you do, Joanne?" Before I could respond, she came over to me and kissed me on the cheek and said, "You look wonderful." I felt slightly apprehensive as we all walked out the front door of Jenny's flat but with words of encouragement from Jenny and Susie and a feeling of safety in numbers, it was into the outside world I went as Joanne. The first thing that struck me was the breeze that is the breeze blowing up my skirt and around my panties and stocking tops. This was nice, very nice, and even slightly erotic. The girls noticed my reaction and said that I would get used to it. Who wants to get used to this when it is so pleasant and why was I the only one wearing a skirt in this trio? Women, they are a mystery. Perhaps, one day I will be able to understand them. I certainly hope so. Anyway, we made our way to Susie's car which was parked just a few yards down the street. My next lesson was how to get in and out of a car when wearing a skirt. I was told, once the car door was opened, to sit, and then swing my legs into the car keeping them together. Well this is something I am going to have to practice. I sat in the front passenger's seat with Susie while Jenny sat in the back. The girls said it would be easier for me to get out and in since I was the one wearing a skirt. I can't say I wasn't nervous and apprehensive about this, but in some ways I was looking forward to the shopping expedition so when Susie parked the car, my first test was about to take place. Car door open. legs together, swing my feet on to the ground and rise out of the car seat. Well I think a bit more practice on my part will be required because anyone in line of sight would have got an eyeful of stocking tops and panties after that particular effort. Well the shopping trip was a flurry of lace, nylon and satin and all materials in between and all for my benefit. Mind you, I was the most enthusiastic once there when it came to choosing. This was seventh heaven. By the end of the day I now had my own wardrobe of female clothes. I had shoes, high heeled shoes. The others bought nothing for themselves. In all the excitement, I was even persuaded to get my ears pierced and a pair of gold studs inserted into the holes. It was back to Jenny's place where I was persuaded to put on a fashion show of my new purchases. I was really on a high. I don't think I had really come back down to earth since I discovered Joanne. I had just finished off showing my new gypsy style white skirt, black top and white high heeled sandals when reality suddenly hit in. I knew, as this was Saturday night, I was Joanne now and would be tomorrow as well, but Monday was coming up fast and what was I supposed to do then. Do I become brave and come out to the rest of the world that I am Joanne? Do I not go into work? Do I go back to work as John? I know the best thing to do is to come out and be damned, but even in my new confident state; I just don't think I could do that. I suppose I could take a few days off work and try and work out what I should do. Probably it would be the coward's way and revert back to John. This was the last thing I wanted and even if I did, the added complication of my newly pierced ears might raise other issues. Jenny was aware I had gone quiet and had something on my mind. She asked, "What's wrong Joanne?" "Monday," I replied. "Monday?" Jenny queried. "Yes Monday," I repeated. "What do I do on Monday?" Chapter 3 - Monday Jenny persuaded me to phone in sick on Monday to which I agreed. I knew this problem had to be faced and faced soon, but Jenny reckoned that Monday was too soon. In fact she persuaded me to take some of my holiday entitlement to follow on from my sick day to allow us to work out the best solution. I'm sure this must have raised some suspicion and probably started a few rumours as well. Well my boss happened to be female, a rather formidable lady called Eileen who was head of the firm. It was a small office specialising in tax and accountancy. There were five other people that worked in the office apart from me. They were all women. One was Millie, a lady in her fifties who was Eileen's business partner in the firm and the others, like myself, worked on the clients' requirements. I replied to Jenny's last statement, "I don't think Eileen would understand." "You might be surprised." "I really have to do this, don't I? But how do you tell someone, the man you have been working with would rather be female? She will probably sack me on the spot." "Not necessarily, not if we set this up properly." "What have you in mind?" "Well, you have to meet with Eileen. So, I thought we could meet her at a cafe or restaurant. Even if she's outraged, it is unlikely she'll cause a scene in a public place." "You said we." "Yes, I'm going to come with you." John felt almost relieved when Jenny said this. "Is that you John?" Eileen said rather surprised at John's boldness. "Yes. Can we meet? There's something urgent I need to talk to you about." "Can't you tell me over the phone?" "No, I really need to see you face to face." "Why don't you come into the office, then?" "That's not possible." "John, are you all right? You sound a bit strange." "Look, I need to see you but not at the office." "OK, where then?" Eileen was perturbed by this conversation. The time and place was arranged at lunchtime in a small Italian restaurant on the high street. Eileen's arrived on time and was shown to her seat at an empty table. She was browsing the menu when she sensed two other people sitting down at her table. Looking up, she said, "I'm sorry but these seats are taken." She looked at the two women who had just sat down, one was a complete stranger but the other looked vaguely familiar. Eileen was not sure whether to restate that the seats were taken or ask who they were. She asked of the woman she thought she recognized, "Have we met?" John being Joanne still had the confidence that came with his change of gender even although he was still very nervous about this whole encounter. "My name is Joanne but you might know me better as John." Eileen gasped, she, for once in her life, was speechless. She just sat there staring intently at Joanne, not really believing what she was seeing. Joanne broke the impasse by saying, "This is Jenny, my friend." "John, is that really you?" "Yes, Eileen it is really me, but I like to be called Joanne." "I can't take this in," said Eileen. Eileen realised she was in a public place and kept her voice down to almost a sneering whisper. "Is this why you brought me here?" "Yes." "We need to talk John, Joanne, whatever you call yourself." Joanne could sense anger rising in Eileen's voice and was now beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea. However the mood seem to lighten when Eileen said, "Let's have some lunch before we do anything. Oh, and lunch is on me." "What is she up to?" thought Joanne. Anyway lunch was ordered, Eileen and Jenny ate well. Joanne just nibbled at hers. She was too nervous, not knowing where things were going. After lunch, Jenny suggested they all return to her flat to discuss the future and this is what they did. Eileen had calmed down enough to accept Joanne's presence. It was obvious she was full of questions which didn't take long in starting. "Have you always been like this?" "Do you wear panties at work under your suit?" And so on. Joanne just sat in silence until the barrage was over and answered with just one word, "No." "So when did all this start?" Eileen continued. "Friday night," Joanne replied. "Friday night, I thought this had been going on for ages." "No, Friday night." "Let me get this straight, you've been dressing as a woman since Friday and now you're saying you want to continue permanently?" "In a word, yes." At this point Jenny interrupted and said, "Eileen, have you noticed another change?" "Don't you think I've seen enough?" "Don't look at Joanne, listen." For a moment Eileen sat in silence, thought and replied. "Ah! I see the other change. Gone is the awkward, shy and gawky man and what I hear is certainly someone with much more confidence and I suppose does actually looks good as a woman." "Exactly." "Is this the reason you've changed?" Eileen continued. "One of them," replied Joanne. "Well, tell me more." Joanne related the tale of what went on that Friday night, about him picking up Jenny's slip, the way he caressed it and how Jenny noticed and suggested he try it on, the whole thing ending with Joanne's creation. Eileen sat and listened intently while this tale was related and began to realise that this was possibly right for John. Perhaps he would have been better born a girl, thought Eileen. "Joanne, and I will be calling you Joanne from now on, I'm glad you've been straight with me. I don't think John could ever have admitted what you've just said." "I have to ask, do I still have a job after all this?" "That's what I like, boldness and to the point, a thing that John did not possess." "Well?" "Of course you do but John doesn't have a job anymore." "What?" "To repeat, John doesn't have a job anymore. I don't want John back in the office ever. I want Joanne to be there instead." "Why?" "Put it this way, I see a confident attractive woman who I know can do the job instead of a shy, rather repressed man with whom I had great difficulty in communicating." "Are you saying you didn't like John?" "Yes, I often felt he did not fit in the office." "So what you are saying, you prefer Joanne?" "In a word, yes." "Is this not going to cause a problem when I walk in the door as Joanne?" "I'm sure there will be a few whispers and giggles when you first walk in, but you will have to get over it. If you want to be Joanne, which I think is right for you, then you will have to be man, I mean woman to bear it. I want you to take the rest of the week off and allow yourself to get fully immersed in your new gender. I'm sure Jenny will help." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure. So, will it be Joanne I see in the office next Monday morning?" "Yes it will be Joanne you will see in the office next Monday." The confrontation with Eileen that Joanne had expected never really took place. This was such a relief that Joanne felt 'she' could now relax. Joanne had 'come out' to her boss, had not lost her job and could now be there twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Obviously there would other people who might be as tolerant as Eileen, but that was for the future. "Just one other thing, I want you, Joanne, and Jenny to come to my house next Saturday for dinner." "Thank you," I said. "Thank you, we would be delighted," said Jenny. Chapter 4 - Saturday So, it was into the car, Jenny drove the short distance to Eileen's luxury flat on the other side of town. She rang the appropriate doorbell and after a few seconds a voice came over the intercom. "Hello, who is it?" Eileen's voice said. "It's Jenny and Joanne," Jenny replied. There was a buzz, Jenny pushed the door open and we entered the hallway. Eileen's flat was on the first floor so we just climbed the stair instead of using the lift. By the time we had got to the first floor landing, Eileen was waiting for us by her front door. She smiled warmly and invited us in. This really was a beautiful flat with the best of everything inside. I presented Eileen with a bottle of red wine we had brought with us a welcoming gift. Eileen thanked us and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Dinner is nearly ready," Eileen said as she showed us into the lounge. Drinks were offered and I chose a soft drink as I always did. That was one thing that had not changed in the transition from John to Joanne. Anyway, it was into dinner to a gorgeous meal Eileen had taken most of the day to prepare. Most of the chat over the meal was how I discovered by new found femininity. To be honest I found the whole thing slightly embarrassing because Eileen wanted to hear what went on that Friday evening. As Joanne I do not really want to talk about John. When it came to coffee, Eileen seemed to adopt a more businesslike tone to her voice. "There are two other reasons I invited you here tonight," Eileen said. She continued, "Joanne, do you have many clothes?" "Well, not really, only what Jenny has given me and the things I bought last Saturday." I replied. "Would you like more?" Eileen queried. "Of course I would." "Well come with me because I think I can help you." I was beginning to understand why we were invited here and with Jenny giving a knowing smile. I also realised that because Eileen and myself were about the same size where the clothes would be coming from. Not that I was complaining, because over the time I had worked with Eileen she always dressed elegantly and stylish and I even, perhaps, had pangs of jealousy about the way she dressed long before I even knew that Joanne ever existed inside myself. So if some of these clothes were to come my way, then I would be delighted. What I didn't realise was the amount of clothes I was to receive and not just that, I had to try on each and every dress, skirt, blouse and every other garment and show myself to the women present for their approval. Not everything I tried on that night suited me, certainly according to the women present. Anything that did meet with their approval, I had to put it into a cardboard box for taking home. The result was, I now would have a wardrobe of clothes that many women would be jealous of. I had everything. I had skirts of various colours, styles and lengths from very long to some so short they were almost indecent. I thought to myself, "When did Eileen wear these? It certainly was never to the office." I had blouses of various colours and styles. Some were of cotton but there were many of silk. I had dresses of various colours, styles and lengths from very long to some so very short. But I did now have a variety of dresses, dresses for summer, flowery and flowing, dresses for formal occasions, and even some little black dresses. I now had a ball-gown in silk with a wide skirt and net petticoat. When I was ever going to wear it, I had no idea. However, trying it on gave me a new sensation of the net underskirt rubbing against my stocking clad legs. It was certainly not unpleasant. The most surprising thing of all was that Eileen insisted that I tried on a wedding dress with all the accessories including white stockings and shoes, head-dress and veil. The nods of approval indicated to me that it definitely had to be included in my wardrobe. Again I had no idea when I was ever going to wear it. There is one thing, though, about that wedding dress, it felt really lovely to wear and I felt really wonderful wearing it. The question came up about my underwear, or lingerie as Eileen put it. Again I had to say I had some but not a great deal. So what I was gifted was beautiful matching sets consisting of bra, panties and suspender belts, girdles including panty girdles with suspender tabs, corselettes both open and panty styles and two traditional style corsets with the tie laces at the back. I questioned all this with Eileen why she was giving me so much stuff. She replied, with a smile, saying, "Although I like nice things, much of this was bought for me by a former partner who liked to see me in corsetry. She liked to think that I was immobilised so that she could have her wicked way with me." Eileen went on to explain that they had broken up and she had no longer any use for the corsetry. Did Eileen say "she"? That was a surprise. More was to follow, namely night dresses. There were full length satin of various colours all with matching negligees. Some were almost transparent which left absolutely nothing to the imagination unless you were wearing a bra and panties as well. Eileen was not finished there because now she produced a number of baby doll sets complete with matching panties. I just could never imagine Eileen in these, but you never know what goes on behind closed doors. Jenny seemed especially delighted when she saw these. I knew she was never going to be wearing them, it would be me. There were various other bits and pieces obtained that evening, like scarves, belts, jumpers, handbags and even some jewellery. Everything was put into what had now become five cardboard boxes of clothes. The fashion show now over, I put back on the clothes I had come in that evening and joined the other women for a drink in the lounge. The rest of the evening went off in a relaxed manner, more wine, more chat and I had that warm feeling inside myself I had come a further step to becoming a woman and I had the wardrobe to prove it. After thanking Eileen for a wonderful evening, Jenny and I loaded the car with the boxes of my new clothes as we took our leave and made our journey home. On arrival we unloaded the boxes and hung my new clothes in what had now become my wardrobe. With a smile, Jenny picked out a white baby doll night dress from my newly acquired collection for me to wear in bed that night. I smiled and duly complied. Chapter 5 - Monday Monday came round all too soon and I knew I had to go into work and face whatever might be thrown at me. On Saturday when we visited Eileen, she said she would pick me up at Jenny's flat and take me into work in her car. Eileen also said that she had hopefully prepared the way for me to make my introduction as Joanne to the rest of the staff. For my debut as Joanne at the office, I decided to keep things simple but stylish. Starting from the inside out, my underwear consisted of matching bra and panties trimmed with lace in white. My breast forms added to each bra cup. Today, I would wear tights instead of stockings just not to be controversial and black would be the colour of these tights. A white full slip was next. Daydreaming for a moment and thinking, a full slip started all this. I had to smile. A simple white blouse with long sleeves and a straight black knee length skirt was my outerwear. My jewellery consisted of a ladies wrist watch, a bracelet and round my neck a small crucifix on a simple chain. My newly pierced ears still had the studs in them from when they done. It was still too early to change these studs for something nicer. Finally my shoes were simple black pumps with three inch heels. My makeup was simple and understated just enough to give a healthy glow. I was now ready to face the world of work. Jenny had already left for her work but she gave me a kiss and a hug trying to reassure me. At precisely 8:30 AM the doorbell rang, I answered the intercom, it was Eileen right on time. I put on my coat, picked up my bag, and made my way out the door. Eileen rather surprised me giving me a hug and reassuring me everything would be all right. She looked at the way I was dressed and gave her approval. My legs were like jelly when we walked into the office. All my co- workers, instead on sitting at their desks were all standing when I walked in with Eileen. I was nervous, expecting some snide remarks but instead when they saw me they gave a round of applause and words like 'welcome' and I was presented with a bouquet of flowers. I had to relate some of the story of my change to them and what I got back was how much I had changed, not in looks so much, but in my newly found confidence. Eileen had either briefed my work colleagues well or they were very accepting about my change. Either way I was grateful and relieved things had gone as well as they did. Now it was a case of picking up where I left off and hoping things would continue to go as well as they had done. As the days and weeks passed, I was now accepted as a female member of staff by everyone and I relished my new found confidence in the workplace especially. I had become one of the girls. Chapter 6 - Later So this is how things have turned out. I need not have worried about the reaction of my work colleagues and this allowed me to get back into the swing of things with more vigour and drive. I found I was more motivated and it showed with me taking on more clients. I was now definitely accepted as one of the girls because I was given the honour of being allowed to use the ladies restroom. One day Eileen asked me if I had a passport and I said that I didn't. As John I was too frightened to ever visit abroad. "Right," she sad, "You need to get one." I thought Eileen was thinking I might have to travel abroad on company business. Eileen went on to tell me what was required, "If you get the photographs, I will get the necessary forms." So that is what happened. Frankly I was not sure if everything was in order but Eileen assured me everything was fine. She took the filled up forms and the photographs and said that she would make all the arrangements. I was sceptical. Before, when I was John, Eileen was the boss and the thought of mixing socially would never be considered. But now things had changed, Eileen was not only the boss but she had become a friend to both Jenny and me. We had been out together as a group on several occasions and she was still giving me some of her cast off clothes. My relationship with Jenny was also getting stronger. We were now committed to each other and all now saw us as a couple, a lesbian couple that is. Jenny has proposed to me and of course I said yes and I will be taking her name when we are married. In both our cases we have no close family, so in a sense it makes the wedding preparations easier. I have chosen my dress. Yes, I will be married in the wedding dress Eileen gave me on our first visit to her place. This wedding dress is made from pure silk, not white, but ivory in colour with a drop waist and slightly flared skirt. It is in a Victorian style with a high collar with a ruffle, long sleeves, puffed at the top and with similar ruffles on the cuffs to the collar. Over the dress small bows and pearls are used as a decoration. The head-dress is a simple band of imitation flowers which sits on the top of the head. Chapter 7 - Aside As an aside, there was one occasion Susie visited us and told Jenny a story about her and Mark's relationship. She saw we were getting on so well and obviously knew how it all happened, so she decided one day, she would like to try and get Mark into a pair of her panties, just to see what his reaction might be. She found it to be easy, very easy. The lure of kinky sex and the power of suggestion might have had something to do with it. Mark apparently had put on the panties with little hesitation. In fact it didn't take much persuasion for Susie to take it further. Soon she had him wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings as well as the panties. Susie thinks it won't be long before he is wearing a dress as well. She said, "When he gets to that stage, we will go the whole hog, wig, makeup, jewellery and shoes and I will be calling him Marcie." "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jenny said on hearing this. "Let's put it this way, he doesn't have to do it if he doesn't want to, but up to now he seems more than willing," Susie replied. "If what you say is true, he may want to become Marcie more and more, perhaps even like Joanne." "I think I might like that," Susie said. "Again are you sure? Joanne and I are a special case and I wouldn't want you to think this will work for everyone. I always thought you two were straight as a die," Jenny again repeated. "I know you and Joanne are a special case but after I saw Joanne's transformation, something inside me made me slightly jealous. I've absolutely no idea why, but I just needed to try this on Mark and so far he's been quite willing," Susie replied. "Please be absolutely sure," Jenny cautioned. She went on, "Since Joanne's creation I've been reading up about her condition. She is transgendered and some changes to her body will need to be made to allow her to develop into more of a woman. On the other hand, Mark may be experiencing the thrill or even a feeling of contentment from cross dressing and he may want to continue, even after you might have lost interest. This thrill or feeling of contentment he has experienced may become very powerful." Chapter 8 - Arrangements On the last occasion when we were invited over to Eileen's flat for dinner, Eileen said something that took me completely by surprise. She said, "Now I've had a little chat with Jenny and what I'm going to suggest to you has her approval." I looked at Jenny and she just smiled and nodded. Eileen continued, "What are your boobs like?" "My what?" "Your boobs, your breasts." "I don't really have much up there. It's my Wonderbra that helps." "Would you like to have a proper pair of breasts?" "Yes, of course I would." "Good." "What do you mean, good?" "Well, next Wednesday you've an appointment to see a plastic surgeon to insert breast implants. It's a small operation and before you say anything, I'm paying for them to be done." I was taken aback. I felt elated but extremely nervous. I felt other people were beginning to take over the running of my life. All I could reply was, "I don't know." This was the cue for the two women to start persuading me and I knew I did not have a strong enough will to resist for long. It didn't take me long to say yes. Eileen handed me a large envelope saying, "All the documents you need are in there including your new passport." I was amazed, the passport had come through. I opened the envelope and took out the contents. I saw two plane tickets, I looked at them and it said Bangkok, Thailand. I thought the appointment might be at the local hospital or some other hospital nearby but this was in Bangkok. There was another sealed envelope in the contents which Eileen instructed me to hand over directly to the medical staff at the hospital. She also said that Jenny and I would fly out the next Sunday, that was eight days time. All the arrangements had been made including hotels when we arrived. I was taken aback by this and eventually I was able to say thank you to Eileen. Jenny didn't seem so surprised, making me think she already knew. The next week was a flurry of activity making preparations for the trip. Eileen suggested I buy some new bras. She seemed to know what size I was going to be after the operation. I had to admit, although I was going to have a decent pair of breasts, I was nervous about the whole thing but with all the activity going on I had little time to dwell on this. I opened my eyes slowly; I was in a bed. The light from the window was too bright making me screw up my eyes. I felt half asleep, groggy and as my eyes got used to the bright light, I saw a figure sitting by my bed, out of focus, eventually becoming clear. It was Jenny. She saw I was waking and said quietly, "Don't try to speak, just yet." Jenny turned her head away from me and said in a louder voice, "Nurse, she's awake." In my befuddled state, questions were running through my mind, like, "Where am I?" "What has happened?" "Why does my chest feel heavy?" "Have I been in an accident or something with this reference to nurse?" "Who is she? I'm a he." Then things began to come back. Now I remembered. Yes I was in hospital and I've just come round from surgery to put in breast implants. Now I had to ask myself the question. "What are my new breasts like?" What I did not know at this point was the surgery had been more extensive than I thought. I sensed I had a surgical dressing round my neck and everyone around me kept saying for me not to talk. "Why?" The reason for this was I had surgery on my vocal cords to make my voice more feminine. A bigger shock was to come because as I was becoming more compos mentis, I was aware of pain in my abdomen area also having surgical dressings on it. Not being allowed to talk I pointed to the area with a questioning look. Jenny took my hand and simply said in a soft tone, "You're a woman now." The End