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The Home Coming A taxi pulled up to a large, comfortable suburban home and the driver walked around back to unload several large suitcases from his trunk. The figure in back was counting bills out of her wallet, which she fished out of a plain brown purse. He carefully swung his legs out of the cab and straightened his baggy jeans and baggy dark red sweater, and reflexively tucked strands of his long brown hair behind his ears. The driver helped him carry the bags to the front door, then smiled widely, both grateful for the large tip he had received his passenger was very pretty, he thought. The man turned to the door and slowly raised his hand to ring the bell, his body stiffening a bit when he heard delicate foot steps approaching. The girl who opened the door blinked twice, forced a smile and at first leaned for a hug, then thought better when the man's body English warned her off. The man offered his hand and smiled back. She reflexively took his hand and shook it realizing it was now the same size as hers, and his manicure was even nicer than the one she just got. The two struggled to bring the suitcases into the hallway, and girl finally said, "They certainly took, ah, excellent care of you at the clinic." "Well, I kind of became their pet project, and I got many more treatments than I was expecting. The doctors and nurses and even orderlies took a special interest in me. A few patients were having electrolysis and skin treatments, and as long as the techs were there, they worked on me too. I'll never have to shave my legs, and every mole and little blemish were removed. I have 100% perfect skin. And every time they did a procedure they'd do something extra. So when I had my larynx shaved, they did, well, they gave me implants." "It doesn't look like you've had implants," she said cautiously. Well, they are there under my ... breasts ... but they haven't been inflated yet. I've totally healed from that surgery so I just have to go to my doctor locally and I can have my breasts filled out. The way they look now is how they usually do when you're a man and get female hormones later in life." "Really daddy? We can do that?" She seemed fascinated by the idea. "Ha! Yes honey, we can. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a tub now. I feel so grungy after my trip, and I kind of need to relax." "Of course daddy, I'll get the water started." She went in the master bathroom and started the tub, adding some bubble bath just in case. When she returned he was in a big white robe that showed off his perfect legs. He smiled and closed the door, and appeared half an hour later, looking refreshed. The girl started talking about her father's implants again. "That is actually pretty cool. I mean, except for your boobies you have like a perfect body, and you kind of may as well just complete it, you know." By this time he had put on a pair of panties while wearing the robe, and then a tighter pair of jeans, and she noticed that he really did have a perfect body. His rear, especially, was amazing. It was the perfect bubble butt -- round and high. Just shy of fat. "These jeans and lots of my clothes now were parting gifts from the staff. Two of the nurses took me on a shopping trip my last weekend there - on their own time - and got me lots of things," he said. He dropped the robe and expertly put on a plain padded bra, and slipped on a peachy colored short sleeved blouse. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that in front of you. It's just I lost all modesty while at the clinic. I was constantly undressing or naked in front of so many. "That's okay daddy. I'm glad you feel comfortable. I mean, we're both girls now, right?" "Yes honey, more than you know. I actually have ovaries so I get the proper dosage of hormones. And natural hormones work best to counteract my condition. They're designed to be the ovaries of a teen girl, and produce many more hormones than normal. Which is why, I'll warn you, I tend to be emotional. But I've had absolutely no pain since they were implanted." "I know the pain was just awful." "Yes. Who knew that a body could start rejecting testosterone? I suppose you know both my disease and the treatment have created medical history." "Yes daddy. Mom's told me everything." "So you know that the final surgery gave me, ah, complete female equipment?" "Yes daddy. And she actually also told me about your hormones." "Well, I guess we have similar body chemistries, so at least I can understand you better!" She loved that he was relaxing around her, and she took another step to make him know that she was cool with all the changes. "You know, I think it would be great if you got your hair styled a bit. Maybe some bangs and a little layering. It would be fun to experiment with your looks." "You don't like my hair?" he said with mock outrage. "Ha, no! it's really nice! I just think you'd look a little prettier." "Well, I'll put myself in your capable hands. I had lots of instruction from the nurses on being a girl, but I know I'll need a lot more. Want to see me walk?" He took a spin around the large bedroom, then took a pair of heels out of his suitcase, put them on, and walked some more." "Wow, you've got it down perfectly!" She wasn't kidding. His hips moved alluringly and naturally, taking full advantage of his full rear, which swayed from side to side hypnotically. "Yeah, some of the orderlies used to love watching me walk down the halls, even in scrubs." Just then the phone rang, and he read the caller ID, and answered. "Hello Brian. Yes, I'm doing fine, thanks. No, it's okay you didn't pick me up at the airport, I just took a cab. Carrie has been taking great care of me. No, she's fine, really. I think her mother prepared her well. Ah, yes, that would be great. Howabout in a couple hours. Carrie ordered pizza and we're going to have dinner, but you're actually welcome to join us. Okay. Fine. Buh bye." "Brian? Was that Dr. Andrews? He was going to pick you up at the airport?" "Yes. He and I actually have become pretty good friends during all of this. I think he actually paid for some of the treatments I got secretly. And I know he was instrumental in getting me the best surgeon for my facial work." "Wow, mom's going to be jealous. We nicknamed him Doctor Stud!" She saw her father quickly turn red, but he quickly recovered." "Yes, the nurses called him that too behind their back. They shamelessly came on to him once they found out he was getting a divorce." "Oh, he's getting a divorce?" "Yes, he's actually moved out already. I invited him over for dinner - - I kind of feel sorry for him. Financially especially. His bitch of a wife is really trying to take him for all he's worth. We've kind of become confidantes." He didn't want to tell his daughter that they talked a lot about losing their wives -- the doctor from divorce, and him because he realized that his new, involuntary life as a woman would eventually cause him to be divorced as well. She suddenly thought she should change into something besides sweats. She wanted to make a good impression on Doctor Stud. "So, do you have makeup and stuff?" She already knew he did, having gone through his suitcase while he was in the tub. She was amazed at the wide range of feminine clothing there, from thongs and lacy bras to skirts and low- cut blouses. Many still had tags on them, so she figured they had been bought for him on that last shopping trip. He couldn't imagine him buying them for himself. "Yes. Why? Do you think I need some?" "Ha! No! I just thought you'd want to get ready for Dr. Stud!" "Very funny. I've actually gotten pretty good with it, and the nurses made me practice a little every day. It got so I started putting some on just to get them off my back." "Show me! I've got to see this!" "Okay, smarty. Prepare to be impressed." He sat down at her mom's vanity with his makeup kit, and expertly put on a mascara, blush and lip gloss. He didn't need to use foundation because his skin was so perfect. She notice for the first time that his eyebrows were expertly arched, and envied that he'd never have to pluck, given the electrolysis. "What, no eyeliner? That's the hardest part." He picked up the gauntlet, meaning the liner pencil, and quickly and deftly lined his eyes, turned around at her, and stuck out his tongue. She couldn't believe the difference. His brown eyes now looked huge and seductive, and even the light gloss made his lips look big and ripe. She wondered what he'd look like with a deep coat of lipstick. Just then the doorbell rang, and she watched her father pick up his purse, and still in heels, walk to the front door and pay the pizza delivery boy. She recognized the boy from school, and saw as his eyes roamed all over his father. He barely stammered out a "thank you" for the generous tip he was given. After the door closed, her father turned around and smiled at her. "I've certainly gotten better service since I've looked like this." They laughed, and she was filled with relief that his old sense of humor was back. She had also noticed that he had used his full, new feminine voice with the boy, and she hadn't changed it after. It was high -- higher than hers, and musical and almost seductive. She hastily set the table and made a salad, and as soon as she was finished the door rang and it was the doctor. He was in a suit and tie, and now towered over her father since he had taken off his heels. They didn't touch at all, but smiled at each other, and seemed a little self-conscious. Brian, he insisted she call him that, quickly took off his jacket and and tie and rolled up his sleeves, and they sat down to eat. Her father opened two bottles of beer, and gave one to Brian without asking what he wanted, which seemed a little odd. It did look odd to see her now beautiful father drinking beer from the bottle, and getting his lipstick on the rim. The last time she had been in a room with Brian he was all grave and business-like, given at that point his father wasn't expected to pull through, and he was recommending an experimental procedure that had only had limited success. But now he was funny, really funny, and he and her father joked like old friends. Talk turned to a charity function that Brian was committed to hosting with his soon-to-be-ex-wife, and how he had just learned she was coming with a date. "Afterall," she told him, "Everyone knows we're splitting up, so it might be less awkward if we had dates." "Wow, what a bitch, you're right!" She blurted out, and quickly apologized. Brian laughed. "It's alright. Now I just have to find someone she'll be totally jealous of. In four days.. I haven't started seeing other people yet, though she's been dating since we separated, and probably long before." She could hear the pain in his voice, and she noticed her father wince a little, like he felt the pain for his friend. "Well, for all you've done for my father, I think it's the least he can do to go as your date!" She has expected that to break the ice with a laugh, but there was an awkward silence.. "That would be a hoot, wouldn't it?" Her father quickly said. "I mean, if she only knew I was your greatest creation -- it would be like Dr. Frankenstein bringing his monster to the ball." That did bring a laugh, but then Brian got serious. "You know, your daughter isn't just pretty, she's pretty smart. Who better to help me get through that evening than the person who's helped me ... get ... over ... ah ... I mean, helped me move on. And I bet she'd like to come too. It's going to a formal occasion, with lots of cute young doctors. What do you say?" "Really daddy, it would be so much fun to help you get ready! We could buy you a nice cocktail dress, get your hair done, get you a makeover. And, well, me too!" "Well, why not? It's the least I can do for all you've done for me." She was a little surprised at how quickly he agreed, but then she was just beginning to understand their friendship. After Brian had left they made plans. The ball was Saturday, which just gave them five days to get ready. "Daddy, you may not want to hear this, but if you really want to help Brian, I think I'd get a little boob job. I mean, if you already have the implants in place and everything. A little cleavage would go a long way to making you look hotter in a cocktail dress. I mean, if you didn't like the change, you could always go back, right? I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you?" "No honey, it's okay. Honestly, I figure, in for a penny, in for a pound, you know? Now that I look like a woman, it's the last thing that I'm self-conscious about. I'll call in the morning and see if I can get in this week. But I don't want Brian to do it, you know? This is weird enough -- me being his creation and all. I'll call his practice and see if there's anyone else who will handle it." Britney was surprised when he called the next day that he could get in that afternoon. He was just heading out the door when his daughter got home from school. "Oh no you don't daddy! You have no idea what will look good. I am definitely going with you!" So 45 minutes later then found themselves in a doctor's office, Britney naked to her waist and saline lines hooked up to lines to her implants that were tucked away in her underarms. The doctor was a pleasant looking middle-aged woman, Janice Connors, who Britney had met once before. They talked for 15 minutes about the ball and how sad it was that Brian was going through such a hard time while she prepared him for the procedure. "You know Britney, you don't mind if I call you Britney do you? I understand if you do. No? Okay, good. Britney, instead of having your daughter running in and out of this room to check your progress, we may have her come in. Boobs are nothing new to her, I'm sure." "I understand that doctor," he said. "But, it's just they're do weird looking at this point. Like ice cream cones with big nipples at the end." "Well, they won't be that way for long. Let's get her in so she can help you judge, okay?" Britney reluctantly agreed, and in a minute his daughter was standing, smiling at him, and brushing the hair back from his face. "Thanks daddy, this is really pretty cool!" Janice started squeezing two large syringes filled with fluid. He looked down at his breasts gradually filled out -- the last vestige of his self-image as a "freak of nature" disappearing before his eyes. At last, they looked like normal breasts -- not freaky and round and obvious implants, but having a natural shape. His nipples had expanded too, being stretched out by the implants underneath. A sudden breeze as the air conditioning kicked in caused is nipples to grow very erect. He looked up at his daughter, blushing, to see she was blushing too. They both laughed. "Well, that's about a large b cup or a small c cup," Janice said. Given your slight frame, I'd say that would be perfectly adequate. But then, we want to make Brian's ex totally crazy, right? Let's try for more, and then back down until we get just the right size for a low- cut dress, shall we?" She had a twinkle in her eyes and an evil little grin. "Definitely!" His daughter squealed. "Ah, okay," Britney whispered. Now he was looking at the floor-to- ceiling mirror across the room, and had to admit that having a proper chest made a huge difference in his self-image. He would fit in perfectly now, and all those months of being afraid to look in the mirror as he looked like a freak show attraction would finally be a memory. His daughter took his hand and said, "Breathe, daddy. It's not like they're going to explode or anything.." "No, it's not that honey. I'm just, happy that I don't have to look at those nasty things any longer. But, I don't want to overdo it." Now his breasts were really starting to expand, and he looked down to see his trim little belly disappear as the two globes grew together. "Ah, Janice, isn't that enough?" "I like to take it to the maximum, so I can't be blamed for not showing all the options. You'd be surprised how many girls discover they really want to be this big." Britney actually felt pulled forward a little, his breasts were so big. He put his not small-looking hands under them and lifted them up a little, surprised by how soft and yielding the were. "You were given the best possible implants, and with this special fluid, they won't be hard or unyielding like many breast implants. They won't feel like water balloons under your skin, but soft and fatty, like real breast tissue." Britney bounced them a little, then realized his daughter was watching. "Well doctor, these are definitely too big, aren't they honey?" "Ah, yes daddy. No kidding." Janice continued: "The interesting thing about how your breasts naturally formed, in that classic shape transsexuals get, is with implants they retain a bit of a point, which is totally natural looking, though not when expanded like this -- you're a double d Britney. Stripper boobs." She started to draw fluid out. Let's reduce them to the point they have that totally natural look, but are as big as possible, and then evaluate from there." She reduced the size until they lost the balloon appearance, and had a bit of a conical form, the nipples pointing up alluringly. "There, that's as big as we can get them, and still be perfectly natural looking -- except, of course, a woman as slender as you would rarely have breasts this large." She took out a tape measure and measured below the breasts, then across them. The tape tickled the nipples, and they got hard again, and Britney folded her arms over them when done, a little self-conscious. "Okay, that's about a 4.5-inch difference, which is a medium to large d cup," Please get up and move around a bit to see how you like them. There are some tops in the closet you can try on too. They'll look smaller with some clothes on. I'll be back in 10 minutes." Britney cautiously stood up, and his daughter took his hand to steady him. He took a few steps and felt them bounce as he did, then modulated his steps a bit to ease the jiggling. They still bounced, but not as much. He turned around and walked towards her, and asked, cautiously, "Well, what do you think?" "Well daddy, if you want to make Brian's wife jealous, these would to the trick. I mean, they look amazing. I'm sooo jealous!" She looked down at her perfect b cup breasts and squeezed them together for emphasis, making them rise a little out of her tank top. "You are just perfect as you are. I just don't think I could go smaller than a c cup without having them look ... you know ... pointy, like before." "Agreed. But for the ball, you might want to keep these. Try on some of those tops to see how they look." Britney tried on everything from tank tops (sexy) to tube tops (slutty) to a frilly, fitted blouse that framed her breasts in white lace, and became eye-poppingly hot the more buttons he unbuttoned. When it was unbuttoned below her boobs, and you could see the sides of them, he shimmied a little to watch them jiggle. As he did, his hips swayed rhythmically too. "Daddy, where did you learn moves like that?" "Well, I exercised almost every day, including dance classes. It was part of the therapy. I even did some pole dancing! Ha! It was the only class at the time, so now I can bump and grind with the best of them." Janice finally re-entered the room, and they told her they'd decided to keep the d cup breasts for now. Unfortunately, Britney's top no longer fit, so he had to borrow the blouse to go home. He modestly buttoned it high, but noticed that everyone in the office noticed his chest as he walked out. "Let's go by some bras. I mean, right now," he told his daughter. So off to Victoria's Secret they went, and came back with a bag-full of 34d bras in every type -- t-shirt, demi, pushup and minimizer. That night Britney showed Carrie all she'd learned from the girls at the clinic about braiding hair -- which turned out to be a lot. He had his daughter's long blonde hair in all kinds of elaborate French braids and complicated twists. "I mean, I really didn't have much else to do there, so I practiced on some of the other patients, and they practiced on me when my hair got long enough. If I ever want to be a cosmetologist, I'll be all set." "Well, it's a shame your own hair isn't longer so we could do something really fun with it. But I made appointments for us at the salon on Saturday afternoon so we'll be all set for the ball. Now all we need to do is get gowns and shoes. By the way, Brian slipped me his credit card while you were in with Dr. Janice, so our outfits are on him! Isn't that cool!" Britney smiled. "Well, it's kind of like an investment on his part, isn't it? The better we look, the worse his witch wife Sara will feel." The very next day they went to the mall and tried on cocktail dresses, with Britney settling on a brown and gold halter that showed deep cleavage, and actually exposed his new breasts a little on the side too. It provided little support, so he would be bouncing all evening. Carrie chose a more modest light pink dress with cap sleeves. Very pretty, but a little short to show off her long slender legs. By contrast, Britney's dress went almost to his knees, but tapered to become tight, making it almost a hobble dress. It hugged his generous hips and rear just enough to show his curves, but the dress was clearly to put his new boobies on display. The day of the ball began with a frantic, last-minute rush for shoes, and both ended up spending too much and felt guilty running up Brian's credit card so much. Britney settled on a pair of strappy sandals that matched the brown of her dress and also had a bit of a roman flair. While her dress wasn't a toga, she thought it had elements of that. Carrie had open-toed pumps in white. But the big event of the day was the salon visit, which Carrie had carefully orchestrated. Her father had no idea what was going to happen to him there, and Carrie insisted that would be "part of the fun." He had never had his hair colored, so he was a little freaked out when one of the girls wrapped him in a pink smock and started pulling out all kinds of nasty-smelling goos. All she would tell him is his hair was going to become a richer, darker brown. While Britney thought his hair was nice already, he had to admit is verged on the mousy. But it was thick and slightly wavy, and the women at the clinic had thought it was "gorgeous." He resigned himself to relax while the full treatment was performed. Nail extensions and a pedicure, arching his eyebrows a little more, and thankfully a massage. He hated to admit it, but he was extremely nervous about his first appearance in public, even though at this point he thought he was wearing a perfect disguise. Even if some of his friends from his former life were there -- and he knew some of them moved in the same high society circles and Brian and Sara -- they would never recognize him. He made a mental note to himself: Make sure to remind Carrie not to call him "dad" or hang around him too much. When his hair was finally ready, and he thought they'd do makeup and he'd be finished, he saw another girl wheel over a cart filled with packets of hair. The owner of the salon, Jessica, came over to him and said with some gravity: "Britney, darling, you must have a rich boyfriend, because he is spending lots of money on you to get the finest hair extensions money can buy." His first impulse, which he squelched, was to say he didn't have a boyfriend. But his second was to ask how much they cost. "Honey, if you have to ask ..." was all Jessica would say, but the girl who actually did the work whispered the figure to him: $2,800. He was stunned. What in the world could they do that was worth that much? After several hours of carefully adding rows of extensions, his curiousity kept building. He noticed that they carefully kept him away from mirrors until they were finished. After the extensions were added, he had a cut involving many hair clips and lots of scissor work. Then his hair was put up in curlers and he was forced to sit in smock and slacks under a hair dryer surrounded by women in all stages of dress. His first exposure to such an environment at the clinic was traumatic, but given his pathetic situation he had quickly lost all his pride as a sickly, feminine male among women. Now that he looked like a woman, and for all intents and purposes was a woman, he realized he was perfectly comfortable in an estrogen-heavy environment. The big "reveal" took his breath away, and he noticed that Carrie had reappeared and was looking at his face in the mirror to see his reaction. His hair now cascaded in rich, luxurious waves to frame his face, spill over his shoulders and reach down to his breasts. Then he noticed the makeup which had been carefully airbrushed on. His eyes were deep, smoky and sensuous, and his cheekbones highlighted with just the right amount of blush. His lips, which had been puffed up using a coating of a sweet but burning substance ("this will sting, but it will only last a couple days," he was told) were now very full and painted a glossy dark red ("you can kiss all you want and this won't come off until you want it to," a comment that caused him to blush furiously.) He could barely speak, but when he did, he squeaked: "This ... is ... me?" All the girls, including Carrie, laughed at that. She said he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, but with his breasts spelling out of the smock Britney thought, "Either a fashion magazine, or Playboy." They had just enough time to get home and get dressed before the limo Brian sent arrived to take them to the ball. In the scramble to get ready, Carrie put a bronze necklace and matching earrings on her father, plus a matching bracelet. She couldn't have know that those were gifts her father had given her mother on their 10th wedding anniversary. But he didn't want to spoil her moment, and hid the feelings of loss and sadness he felt at becoming another woman in the family. If his wife could see him now, he was sure it would be last straw in their original relationship. He wondered if they could somehow forge a new one. He remembered a time when lying in a hospital bed after his feminization started and he weighed a mere 90 pounds that he saw Brian comfort his wife. She was shaking with grief, and he gave her a long hug that calmed her down. He stroked her hair and told her everything was going to be okay. It was at that moment that he first started liking the doctor who he had thought of as cold and clinical. He smiled, thinking at the time, "what a nice couple they make." Now it was he who was going to be half of a couple with Brian. In the limo Carrie gave him a few quick lessons in how to "use" his new hair -- how to swing it, flip it over his shoulder and how much to have over his breasts. "Honestly daddy, you should keep some over those boobies. It will add a hint of mystery to just how big they really are," she giggled. "Okay, okay! But please, you're going to have to call me Britney for the rest of the evening. If you need to talk, just point to the ... powder room ... and I'll meet you there." "I'm so glad we're doing this, Britney! This is going to be so much fun!" Carrie had never been to such an affair, and Britney realized she could barely contain herself. All thoughts that it was going to be a trial for her father, and that he was only doing this out of a deep sense of obligation to the doctor who had saved his life and saved him from freak-show status were lost on her. All she knew was she was in a $900 dress going to the most exclusive country club in the city. Here blonde hair was piled up high on her head, exposing her elegant neck. Curled tendrils fell to frame her face. With the makeup she looked several years, at least, older than her 18 years. He realized that while once they looked a like, especially because they had the same nose and similar mouths, they now didn't look related at all. Britney's nose was thinner and turned up a bit at the end, and his lips were more bow-shaped. His upper lip especially, had been permanently filled out while hers was a little thin. I'm definitely much prettier, he thought, but then quickly squashed the thought. He briefly considered that all the focus on my looks had made me catty, even with my own daughter. In my striving to be someone who looked totally like a woman, I've gone too far. But the limo pulled up at that moment, and the show was about to begin, so he banished all thoughts and put on a big smile before the door was opened. He realized with his bright white, capped teeth that his smile was dazzling, and he had practiced it in the mirror at the salon. Those teeth framed by those painted lips were simply amazing, he had to admit. He carefully held his knees together when exiting the limo, and took the driver's hand while he was helped out. Light bulbs flashed as he flashed another smile. He briefly noticed that the driver's eyes were focused on his impressive cleavage, and hoped that if the pictures made the society page they would crop that out. Carrie waited in the limo until her father had made his entrance, and marveled how he walked so gracefully on the four-inch stiletto heels down the red carpet. Did he add an extra swivel to his hips? All male eyes were on her father's ample rear as he walked through the doorway, she noticed. Brian was right inside, and there was an awkward moment when they couldn't decide to hug or shake hands. They did a quick embrace while Brian apologized for not walking her up from the limo. "It's okay Brian," Britney said, "I realize this is your even and you must have 1,000 things on your mind." "Well, I just took care of the last detail so we can just concentrate on having fun ..." he started. "And on making Sara jealous?" Brian guided him into a side room, and shut the door. "Look, I don't know how to tell you this, ah, Britney ..." He braced himself for bad news. Sara wasn't coming? He looked like too much of a tramp to be Brian's date? "Don't take this the wrong way," he began again. Britney felt his eyes begin to well up just a tiny bit, but he was sure in the weak lighting Brian couldn't notice. Thank goodness the salon had put on eyelash extensions so he didn't need mascara, because he knew it would run if he cried. They were super long, but they promised that while they were glued on to each of his natural lashes individually, they could trim them back a bit if he didn't like them. They were distracting at first, the way they framed his vision and reminded him of how feminine his eyes must look, but now he had completely gotten used to them. "I was looking at you from the window when you got out of the limo," Oh no, Britney thought, here it comes ... "And you absolutely took my breath away. I mean, the hair, the makeup. That dress! Even your jewelry is perfect. You have turned into a gorgeous woman that any man would be proud to have on his arm." "Oh ... Brian ... thank you," It came out more dramatic than Britney had wanted, but he realized it was a total relief for some reason. "You don't think the ... breasts are too much?" "Honestly, I really hadn't even noticed. And your hair had them so covered. Did I mention your hair is incredible?" Brian said with a smile. Britney brushed Britney brushed the hair back over her shoulders with one sweep and puffed her chest out a little, looking at Brian's eyes for his reaction. He knew Brian must have seen dozens or hundreds of augmented chests in his business, but he was curious if his new assets would pass muster. "Wow, Janice did an amazing job. They look spectacular, and in perfect proportion -- she told me you really wanted to help me make Sara jealous, so I want you to know you don't have to keep them on my account," Brian said with a little laugh. "Actually, I'm starting to get used to them. I guess I can see why transsexuals sometimes go overboard on breasts. I mean, it leaves no doubt that you're a woman." "Britney, I hope that's not still an issue with you. You are a gorgeous woman in every way. Slender but curvy with as pretty a face as any woman could want. You're going to drive every man here tonight crazy." Now brush that hair back over that chest, I don't want them all to have a heart attack when we walk out to the ballroom floor." With that, Brian extended his arm and Britney looped her slender one in it. They had walked like this quite a bit around the grounds of the clinic when we was finally strong enough to take steps, so it seemed quite natural. Only this time he was taller because of her heels, which was a nice change, though he was self-conscious about her breasts bouncing because he had to take slightly longer steps to keep up with Brian, and the unusual gait put his breasts out of sync. Not only did they bounce up and down, but also side to side, making them quite a spectacle. And the right once seemed to be working its way out of the halter a bit, and bulging out the side. But he regained his composure as they entered the huge room, all eyes upon them. She flashed the dazzling smile and saw Carrie off to the side, beaming at the grand entrance. By the punch bowl was Sara, with a frozen smile on her face. She was hard to read. They worked their way around the room, with Brian introducing Britney as "my date." They made small talk with a number of other couples, and when asked how they met, they said they worked together at the clinic, which wasn't far from the truth. And when asked what he did, they said that he was in finance, which also wasn't far from the truth. He had been a financial analyst for a large corporation before he was struck down by the rare syndrome. As a man, Britney was very social and mingled well, so it wasn't a stretch to be engaging as a woman. He noticed that the men struggled to keep eye contact, that some of the women sized him up, and some of the women noticed their guys sneaking glimpses at his chest. It was pretty amusing, and he said so to Brian when they were alone. They found a quiet corner to regroup, and Britney said, "It's very odd to be seen as competition and a lust object at the same time. A lot to take in -- but it's fun. I always liked new and unusual situations, which I guess is why I'd already traveled to 20 countries by the time I was 30. This is kind of like living in a completely different culture because everyone is treating me so differently." "Do you like it?" Brian asked, while snagging them a couple glasses of champaigne from a passing waiter. "Thank you, I could definitely use a drink. Well, I'm not used to being catered to, but what's not to like about that? Being pampered at a salon is really a cool experience. At this point I guess I'm just grateful to be alive and healthy. Thanks again, doc." "You're very welcome. I think it's good karma for me. I mean, you were a pain in the ass and a big challenge for a long time, but now I get to reap the fruits of all my hard work," Brian said with a big smile. Britney hit him playfully on the arm. "All these people think you're a dirty old man, being seen with a sweet young thing like me, so I don't think it's all good karma, buster." "If they only knew you're just a few years younger than I am. You know, I didn't ask them to make you look so much younger. They just assumed everyone who gets major facial surgery wants to look as young as possible. But given the changes to your body, and your second puberty, your body really matches your face anyway." "So we're discovered the fountain of youth? We're rich! Rich I say!" Britney said with a giggle. He noticed Carrie looking at them from across the room, though she was ostensibly speaking to a handsome boy in a tux. "Yeah, if we can only convince people to lose half their weight, shrink about six inches and be in intense pain for months, we can shave like 15 years off their age. I don't think that's going to get us many customers," Brian said. "Yes, I wouldn't recommend it. And the sex-change aspect might be a hard sell for men" "You seem to be adjusting pretty well, I have to say. I hear Carrie helped with your breast augmentation, and that you two really seemed to be getting along." "I think I'm in the final stage of loss. I mean, you were with me when I went through anger, resentment, bargaining, etc. Now I'm in acceptence, yes, but it still hurts. I lost my old life. I'll have to start a new career somewhere else, and I'll have to face sex discrimination. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that if I had to be a woman, I'm such a pretty one. But I'm going to have to deal with it. Carrie has been incredible though. I think she's just happy that I'm doing so well, so I guess I try to pretend I'm doing better than I really am." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Don't be. This is like a new beginning with her, and it's fun to do so much stuff together. I guess I'm kind of being moved to sister status with her, though she doesn't realize it. Still, I'll take it. I think we're going to become closer than we've ever been. I was pretty much a workaholic before this, so we didn't have a great relationship." hey worked their way around the room, with Brian introducing Britney as "my date." They made small talk with a number of other couples, and when asked how they met, they said they worked together at the clinic, which wasn't far from the truth. And when asked what he did, they said that he was in finance, which also wasn't far from the truth. He had been a financial analyst for a large corporation before he was struck down by the rare syndrome. As a man, Britney was very social and mingled well, so it wasn't a stretch to be engaging as a woman. He noticed that the men struggled to keep eye contact, that some of the women sized him up, and some of the women noticed their guys sneaking glimpses at his chest. It was pretty amusing, and he said so to Brian when they were alone. They found a quiet corner to regroup, and Britney said, "It's very odd to be seen as competition and a lust object at the same time. A lot to take in -- but it's fun. I always liked new and unusual situations, which I guess is why I'd already traveled to 20 countries by the time I was 30. This is kind of like living in a completely different culture because everyone is treating me so differently." "Do you like it?" Brian asked, while snagging them a couple glasses of champaigne from a passing waiter. "Thank you, I could definitely use a drink. Well, I'm not used to being catered to, but what's not to like about that? Being pampered at a salon is really a cool experience. At this point I guess I'm just grateful to be alive and healthy. Thanks again, doc." "You're very welcome. I think it's good karma for me. I mean, you were a pain in the ass and a big challenge for a long time, but now I get to reap the fruits of all my hard work," Brian said with a big smile. Britney hit him playfully on the arm. "All these people think you're a dirty old man, being seen with a sweet young thing like me, so I don't think it's all good karma, buster." "If they only knew you're just a few years younger than I am. You know, I didn't ask them to make you look so much younger. They just assumed everyone who gets major facial surgery wants to look as young as possible. But given the changes to your body, and your second puberty, your body really matches your face anyway." "So we're discovered the fountain of youth? We're rich! Rich I say!" Britney said with a giggle. He noticed Carrie looking at them from across the room, though she was ostensibly speaking to a handsome boy in a tux. "Yeah, if we can only convince people to lose half their weight, shrink about six inches and be in intense pain for months, we can shave like 15 years off their age. I don't think that's going to get us many customers," Brian said. "Yes, I wouldn't recommend it. And the sex-change aspect might be a hard sell for men" "You seem to be adjusting pretty well, I have to say. I hear Carrie helped with your breast augmentation, and that you two really seemed to be getting along." "I think I'm in the final stage of loss. I mean, you were with me when I went through anger, resentment, bargaining, etc. Now I'm in acceptence, yes, but it still hurts. I lost my old life. I'll have to start a new career somewhere else, and I'll have to face sex discrimination. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that if I had to be a woman, I'm such a pretty one. But I'm going to have to deal with it. "There is one thing I hadn't thought about, which is a perk." "Guys opening doors for you?" "Well, it goes deeper than that, but that's kind of what I'm talking about. I mean, there's real power in being a pretty woman. Remember at the clinic how all those orderlies would do anything for me, while men and older, unattractive women got taken care of last? At first it was embarrassing, but it's like a super power! One the plane trip home I was having a hard time getting my bags off the carosel at the airport, and like three guys stepped in to help me. One of them helped me get my suitcases to the cab and lifted them into the trunk, which I'm too weak to do now. All I did was flash them a little smile, and they were practically falling overthemselves! The power!" He did a little evil laugh/giggle, and Brian joined in. It was at this moment that Sara chose to come up on them. "Well, you two seem to be having fun. My name is Sara, and I'm the good doctor's soon to be ex-wife," she extended her hand to Britney, who took it gently, making sure she gave it a very feminine squeeze. "Please to meet you. This is a wonderful event and for such a good cause. I'm sooo glad I was invited! My name is Britney Alexander, I'm a friend of Brian's from the clinic in town for a couple of weeks on business. Brian thought I should make some friends here in town and was gracious enough to let me come." He flashed his winning smile and saw that Sara siled back reflexively. "Well I'll be happy to introduce you to some of the eligible men in the room if you're interested," Sara said. Britney had to think a second to understand what the message was. Brian wasn't eligible? Was she testing him? Before Brian could respond, Britney said, "I think I'll stick close to Brian for awhile, but thank you for the offer. I'm so used to seeing him as a doctor it's fun to see the social side of him. I had no idea he had a sense of humor. You two must have been laughing constantly when you were together!" There, Britney thought, take that you bitch! "I'm glad he's keeping you amused, darling. He wasn't much fun when we were together." "Well, I'm sorry you two are splitting up, that must be hard in any case," Britney said, carefully thinking of her next words. "Maybe a fresh start will be good for you both, I'm certainly glad he's on the market." With that, Britney took Brian's arm and squeezed herself closer to him, making sure his arm pushed her left breast towards the right one, emphasizing her sexuality. He looked up at Brian adoringly. It was too much for Sara, who dismissed them with a wave and a parting, "You two try to have fun." Britney saw Brian's look go from stunned "There is one thing I hadn't thought about, which is a perk." "Guys opening doors for you?" "Well, it goes deeper than that, but that's kind of what I'm talking about. I mean, there's real power in being a pretty woman. Remember at the clinic how all those orderlies would do anything for me, while men and older, unattractive women got taken care of last? At first it was embarrassing, but it's like a super power! One the plane trip home I was having a hard time getting my bags off the carosel at the airport, and like three guys stepped in to help me. One of them helped me get my suitcases to the cab and lifted them into the trunk, which I'm too weak to do now. All I did was flash them a little smile, and they were practically falling overthemselves! The power!" He did a little evil laugh/giggle, and Brian joined in. It was at this moment that Sara chose to come up on them. "Well, you two seem to be having fun. My name is Sara, and I'm the good doctor's soon to be ex-wife," she extended her hand to Britney, who took it gently, making sure she gave it a very feminine squeeze. "Please to meet you. This is a wonderful event and for such a good cause. I'm sooo glad I was invited! My name is Britney Alexander, I'm a friend of Brian's from the clinic in town for a couple of weeks on business. Brian thought I should make some friends here in town and was gracious enough to let me come." He flashed his winning smile and saw that Sara siled back reflexively. "Well I'll be happy to introduce you to some of the eligible men in the room if you're interested," Sara said. Britney had to think a second to understand what the message was. Brian wasn't eligible? Was she testing him? Before Brian could respond, Britney said, "I think I'll stick close to Brian for awhile, but thank you for the offer. I'm so used to seeing him as a doctor it's fun to see the social side of him. I had no idea he had a sense of humor. You two must have been laughing constantly when you were together!" There, Britney thought, take that you bitch! "I'm glad he's keeping you amused, darling. He wasn't much fun when we were together." "Well, I'm sorry you two are splitting up, that must be hard in any case," Britney said, carefully thinking of her next words. "Maybe a fresh start will be good for you both, I'm certainly glad he's on the market." With that, Britney took Brian's arm and squeezed herself closer to him, making sure his arm pushed her left breast towards the right one, emphasizing her sexuality. He looked up at Brian adoringly. It was too much for Sara, who dismissed them with a wave and a parting, "You two try to have fun." Britney saw Brian's look go from stunned He finally laughed and said, "Where did that come from?" "Well, Brian, you can't live around two women for as long as I have without master a little of the art of the subtle put down or double entendre. Certainly my wife was a master of that, and I just was thankful she didn't use it often on me." "Ha! I know she can be a handful, I mean, having spent a lot of time talking to her during those weeks when you were in a coma. Where is she now?" "She's actually in Germany closing a big deal that should put us a good financial position for a couple years to come, anyway. I saw her three weeks ago last, and it things were a little strained. I mean, to watch as the bandages come off your husband's face and look into a woman's face -- slightly bruised as it was -- was a jolt. I could see it in her eyes." "Well, if it's any consolation, she had a lot of input into how you'd look. We spent hours going over every feature, and she took seriously your request that you look nothing like your old self because you wanted a new beginning." At this point the band had struck up a slow tune, and Brian looked a little awkward, given couples had started to drift onto the dance floor where they were standing. "If you want to dance, it's okay with me, I mean, in for a penny in for a pound, right? besides, I find I'm really enjoying pissing off your ex. She's just as you described, all she's missing is the broom." He lifted his arms in the proper way, so Brian could lead, and they danced easily. Both, it turned out, had plenty of experience. "Now I know how hard it is to dance backwards while looking up at your partner, especially in heels. I have all kinds of new respect for the opposite sex. Oh, I guess I am the opposite sex now," he said, without a trace of irony. "You're making me look good, that's for sure. I love all the mirrors in this place so I can catch glimpses of all the people looking at us -- including all the men feasting their eyes on you, my dear. Oh, I'm sorry, that just slipped out." "Don't worry about it, please. It helps me immerse myself in the role." Brian danced them over to the punch bowl, where they caught their breath and had a drink, though after a couple minutes they were dissended on by various contributors, business associates and just nosy people wanting to scope out Brian's date. And his date was gracious and charming, without missing a beat. He'd seen enough dramas to act the part of the doting girlfriend at the high society event, and imagined himself as Grace Kelly -- strong and opinionated, but somehow very feminine. If he could only get her smoldering sexuality down, he was sure he'd make the society pages. When his daughter popped up, she has a million questions. "Where did you learn to dance like that? Isn't his ex-wife a beotch? Did you notice that guy, the ambassador guy, staring at your chest? Nice work folding your arms over your cleavage by the way. That's exactly what you're suppose to do without offending a guy." "Well, ah, thanks sweetheart. It was more of a reflex than anything. And I guess it beats say, 'Hey, my eyes are up here'. What you girls go through, sheesh. I don't know if I'll ever get used to all of it." "You're doing great! Really! I'm very proud of how you're adjusting to this, ah, coming out party. And did you notice the Jenkins over there? They were asking me how my father was, and I said, as planned, that you'd moved to Portland and that your and mom's separation was very amicable. Just as that moment, no kidding, you and Brian dance by and he was staring at your, um, rear. It was so funny!" "He's a perve from way back, and once made a move on your mother. I'd love to give him a little payback." "Do it! That would be great! But let me be there, okay! Mom told me about that incident, and I'd love you to make him squirm." The two hatched a plan and made their way over to the middle-aged couple, the man was a successful trial attorney, and the wife spent her time at the country club and bragging about her spoiled kids. Carrie started by saying, "Hellos Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, I'd like you to meet my friend Britney Dubois, she notice you from across the room and said she just had to come over to thank Mr. Jenkins for representing her firm and saving them so much money." Britney extended his hand to them both, but squeezed close to Paul Jenkins. "Yes, I just had to thank you for saving us from that dreadful real estate company that was about to foreclose on the private school where I teach!" Britney has remembered the case, and how Jenkins had bragged about bagging the school principal when the case was over." "I'm sorry my dear, but I don't recognize you from the proceedings," Jenkins said, his guard rising. "Oh my, I'm sure you don't. That was what, five years ago? I was just a teaching assistant at the time, but my boss, Mrs. Klein, raved and raved about what a wonderful man you were! She just couldn't stop talking about you! And now I see what she meant!" Britney have Jenkins one of her now patented arm squeezes, causing her cleavage to rise, Jenkins to plus and his wife to take a step back in obvious disapproval. Britney sealed the deal with a kiss on his cheek, too close to his ear. "It was an absolute pleasure meeting you both! Enjoy the evening!" Carrie and Britney walked away, stifling giggles until they were out of earshot. "Dad, where did you learn to do that?" "From watching you and your mother, silly, and don't call me dad! Are you almost ready to roll? My feet are killing me, and all this attention is exhausting." "But D ... Britney, we've only been here a couple hours? Please please can we stay longer? This is like the most glamorous thing I've ever been to! Please???" He couldn't say no to his girl, but when he tried to re-engage Brian, he was asked to dance by one of his associates, who knew his secret and had helped in his treatment. He couldn't say no, and that dance lead to several others and chats with people from the city's upper crust. Before he knew it, the clock was striking midnight, and the crowd was thinning out. As he and Carrie waited to get their wraps, Brian came up behind them. "You two seemed to be enjoying yourself, so I didn't want to interrupt," he said with a little evil grin. "You son of a ..." Britney began. "How many times did I signal you I was ready to go?" "I know dear, but your ... ah ... cousin was having such a good time, I couldn't tear her away now, could I." "My feet are killing me, and I'm going to burn this damn dress when I get home. I swear the hem is frayed from me pulling it down whenever I'd sit, or hiking it up when these things started to spill out. I can't wait to get back to Janice's Monday and have them deflated! Ha! Merry Christmas! This is your present for the next ten years!" It was great and funny little speech. "I have one more favor to ask, my dear. There's a final dance of the night, and given you're my date, we have to do it. I promise, all obligations are satisfied if you just do this one last thing for me. Please." Carrie stepped into the conversation. "Britney, if this is the big finale, you really should fix your makeup." With that, she dragged him to the ladies room and watched carefully as he restored his makeup to perfection, then lead him out to the dance floor and into Brian's arms. "She has a crush on you , you know," Britney said as he realized that they were going to be the only ones on the floor. What was worse, the tune was very slow, and very romantic, and he realized he had to move close to Brian or it would look like they weren't much of a couple. He smelled a little manly from the long even, while he realized he smelled the the perfect date after Carrie had spritzed him with perfume. "Britney, this was a great evening. You know you went above and beyond the call of duty here, and I want to thank you as a friend, not as a patient." "No problem, Brian, really. Carrie had a great time, and I had to do this sooner or later, so better to kind of get my feminine immersion over all at once. I really feel like a woman tonight for the first time. I know that must sound strange after all the training, conditioning and practice I had at the clinic. But Carrie obviously sees me more as a girl friend now, not her father, and to be ... well ... a kind of romatic ... oh hell .. a sex object all night really sealed the deal. I can be comfortable in my new skin, and I have a new life to look forward to." "That's wonderful to hear, Britney, really wonderful. Now do me a favor and rest your head on my shoulder so we give the crowd a little thrill. Donations will probably double if they see I'm happy and the ex is miserable." Britney found himself complying easily, partly because he was so tired, but partly because he felt completely comfortable with Brian. He has trusted him with his life, after all. To the small crowd left, it looked like Britney melted into Brian's arms. The music was winding up, and Britney suddenly realized that they had to crown the dance with a kiss. They had to! It would seem weird otherwise. Panic set in, and for the first time he felt himself sweating a little, not an easy thing in a skimpy dress in the cool ballroom. He was tensing up and he became conscious of his feet and heels, which now seemed like foreign objects battling him to lose his balance. Just a couple bars left and Brian was separating and looking down at him. He looked up in Brian's eyes and saw a mischievous smile. "Okay, doctor, you win. But you owe me now. You so owe me," he whispered. As the last notes trickled across the floor, he closed his eyes and offered his lips, much as Grace Kelly had done to Cary Grant in It Takes a Thief. At least, that's what he was going for. When Brian's lips touched his, it wasn't at all what he expected. They were warm and dry and firm, definitely a man's kiss, but also gentle. He found himself yielding to the kiss, and yielding up the last part of his masculinity. He pressed his lips back, and to his surprise their lips parted and the tips of their tongues played for a few second before they parted. When he opened his eyes, he saw Brian gazing adoringly at him, and realized he was looking back the same way. To be continued ...