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Day 6 - Thursday Waking up the next morning was like waking out of a wonderful dream - happy but unsure about what had really happened. The lightly throbbing tenderness I could still feel around my anus and the fact that we were both naked reassured me that the previous day was more than just a fabrication of my mind, however. Just like the previous mornings, Nick was spooning me, his strong arm holding me close and his hand gently cupping my breast as he slept. Unlike the previous days though, I had no qualms about adjusting my position so that his soft cock was pressed against my ass. Gently rubbing against it, I felt it begin to stiffen, and I shifted my position once more. I closed my eyes in pleasure as he easily slipped inside of me, and I slowly began to roll my hips, bucking against him as he filled me. It wasn't long before he was awake and enthusiastically joining me in our slow, morning coupling. I twisted my head around so we could kiss, both of us ignoring each other's morning breath as we sucked greedily on each other's lips and tongues. We kept our pace slow and easy, making things last, gently caressing each other's bodies wherever we could reach. Unspoken, we both knew this was more about enjoying the moment, unlike the previous day's frantic need for sexual release. Our lovemaking was long and tender and the fact that Nick instinctively understood what I wanted made me love him all the more. Gradually I began to feel the pressure build within me, however this time, just like the lovemaking itself, the release of my climax was slow, warmly, gradually spreading throughout me, making my skin tingle with goosebumps and my hair seem to stand on end. With barely a whispered, shuddered sigh of pleasure, Nick also climaxed within me as my loose sphincter muscles enveloped him, his by now watery seed spilling within me. "That was incredible!" Nick whispered to me, as I leant back against him, his cock still inside me though shrinking back down. "What a way to be woken up!" I smiled in full agreement, and reached up to tenderly kiss him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wouldn't want you to be unhappy that I woke you." "I don't think it's possible for me to be unhappy when I wake, as long as you're lying by my side," he replied. I smiled as he went on, "Of course I'm definitely not going to complain much if that's going to be your method of getting me up in future!" Laying there in his arms, I considered suggesting we remain there for the rest of the day, but there were things I wanted, needed to do, besides snuggling with my man and jumping his bones that is. Besides, after so much sex the night before, our bodies could probably both do with a break to rest and recuperate. "Nick," I said softly, "I know this is going to sound strange given we finally discovered we wanted to be together just yesterday, but... is there some way you can find something to keep yourself occupied by yourself today? Trust me when I say I want to be able to spend every moment, both waking and sleeping, with you, but there's something I need to do today, and I just feel like you can't be there when I do." I was glad when he put up a fight, I knew it meant he truly loved me, wanted to be with me, but I was adamant and he eventually gave in. "I suppose I could go work out," he said, defeated "maybe see about getting a massage, taking a swim, a bit of sunbathing, that kind of thing." "That's right," I replied, "you have to go take care of that gorgeous, muscular bod I love so much for me!" He showered first on my express promise that we could shower together another day, and on my insistence, left while I got myself ready. After discovering I was still stubbleless, and going through my by now second nature morning hair and makeup routine, I dressed in the last of my sundresses, clearly an item of clothing I had come to adore and would perhaps have to persuade Nick to buy me more of. Black with tiny white polka dots and a white satin halter-neck strap that tied in a large, pretty, feminine bow behind my neck, I decided the underwiring of it provided enough support to allow me to go braless. A tiny black lacey thong and sexy, strappy black sandals completed my outfit. Once dressed, I drew out the slip of paper from my purse along with my phone and began to dial. An hour later, sitting at a table outside a Starbucks as I sipped on a peppermint mocha and picked at a cherry Danish, I saw her approach me with a smile. "Hello again Alexis," Kimi beamed, sitting down across the table from me, "you look fantastic, even better than you did when you left the salon. Maybe it's just the tan, but there's a glow about you - you're enjoying your time as a woman, maybe?" "Well," I shyly smiled, "I guess a fabulous afternoon and evening of passionate sex will do that to a girl." Her look of shock quickly turned into a huge smile, her eyes shining. "Congratulations! I'm glad you and Nick are enjoying yourselves." "We really are. Look Kimi, I called you for... well, the reason I said on the phone, but that wasn't all. What Nick told you earlier this week, it wasn't exactly the truth." I told her the full story, everything that had happened to Nick and me so far, including everything he'd told me last night about the two of them. She let me tell the whole thing without interruption, and when she could see I was finished, quietly asked me what I wanted to know. "I feel stupid for even asking this, I know I'm going to feel terrible whatever the answer, but... do you have any feelings for him? After everything that happened between you?" "Alexis, I can't lie to you, I do still have feelings for Nick, but please let me explain before you start to feel upset." She said, with a sad-looking half-smile. "What happened between us that day, it started me on the path to who I am now, the person I knew even back then I was supposed to be. I still loved him for that, even though he hurt me so much by immediately rejecting me. "I contacted him again because I needed closure on that part of my life, and despite, or maybe through, our continued conversations across Facebook, I had it, right up until he showed up on my salon doorstep, when seeing him brought all those old feelings flooding back. I must admit I thought something seemed a little fishy about his being gay story, but when I met you and, to be frank, saw a little bit of that teenaged boy I used to be in your face, I thought maybe he was telling the truth. "The fact is, if everything had gone to his plan, if your suitcase wasn't lost and he'd reconnected with me under normal circumstances, yes, I probably would have ended up sleeping with him again, maybe even more - I told you I thought he was gorgeous and that's the truth. The man he has become is just so much more than the boy I once came out to, lying to me about your circumstances aside." As I felt my heart begin to break, she continued. "The thing is though Alexis, whatever else I may be, I am NOT the type of girl who goes around stealing men from someone else. You have to believe me about that. You won his heart fair and square, and should you ask me to, I will do everything in my power to help you hold on to it. As much as I may have loved Nick, I love you too, and you both deserve a shot at happiness. "I know you're going through a similar situation to what I did all those years ago, and of course I'll help you through it in any way I can. We barely know each other so you didn't need to tell me everything you just told me, yet you bared your soul to me as if we were old friends, and what I saw was beautiful. I love you for that, and for the knowledge that you and Nick are going to be so good for each other." I reached across the table, hugging her, feeling tears welling in my eyes. "Don't cry!" she said, "You'll set me going too!" We sat there holding each other, each sobbing a little. Finally I pulled away, both of us sniffling away our emotions. "Thank you Kimi. From the bottom of my heart, for everything you've already done for me, not to mention any help you offer me." "Don't mention it." She smiled back at me, before her face suddenly fell as she checked her watch. "Eek! Come on!" She said, standing and pulling me to my feet by my hand, "We're going to be late if we don't hurry!" We ran together through the streets of Honolulu, hair and skirts streaming out behind us, until we arrived, panting, at our destination - a small non-descript office building. Ringing the buzzer we went inside and up a flight of stairs to one of many glass-walled offices, nothing giving away what was contained within, besides a small brass plaque affixed to the glass reading 'DR. JOHN CASTLE M.D.' Entering the small waiting room on the other side of the glass, Kimi breathlessly told the receptionist that we had an appointment for a consultation. She handed us some forms on a clipboard and asked us to bring them back to her once they were complete. The forms were all standard medical stuff, insurance, medical history, previous doctor, contact information (for which I left both my and Nick's details), and the like, and I took my time filling them out ensuring everything was correct before handing them back. The receptionist asked me to take a seat, telling me she would call me when the doctor was ready to see me. It seemed like an age before we were called through, but soon we were sitting across the desk from a handsome looking man in his mid-thirties, with coarse dark hair and glasses. He introduced himself to me as Dr. Castle, but he and Kimi clearly knew each other, catching up with each other's lives. She had told me on the phone that, though he hadn't been involved in her transition, she did go to him now for her hormones as well as him acting as her OB/GYN, and that he was one of the best in the country. The only reason we'd been able to get an appointment at all today at such short notice was through her connection and friendship with him. The doctor turned back to me, saying, "Alexis, before we get to the physical examination, I'd like you to tell me about yourself. When did you first discover you wanted to transition?" Nervously, I recited my story for the second time that day, this time glossing over the more lurid details of the sexual encounters Nick and I had shared the day before. He interrupted me on occasion, asking me to go into more detail about my feelings, or asking me to clarify on occasion when I realized I'd skipped things in my nervous haste and went back on myself. All the while, he was typing notes onto his laptop, though I never felt he was anything but engrossed in my tale. When I was finished, he asked me if I ever had, or had at least thought about cross- dressing on previous occasions, to which I told him the truth that the previous Sunday had been the first time I'd ever even considered wearing anything but men's clothes. He continued by asking me things about my appearance, how I felt about my hair, having to put on makeup, my face and body, and I told him truthfully that I loved the way I currently looked, everything I had to do to maintain that look included, but that I had started to feel a slight loathing each time I had to remove the tape, allowing my genitals to spring back into place and ruin the appearance I worked so hard to otherwise maintain. He finished by asking about my voice. "I assume it's something you've worked on the last few days?" he asked, "I must admit, it's very convincing, even knowing the truth." "Of course," I said, "though I didn't have to do much work - it kind of came naturally the first time I tried to use anything but my natural voice. I just thought about the way women I've known talked and tried to replicate it. My real voice is more like... like..." I paused, frowning. "Well this is embarrassing; I can't quite recall what my old voice sounded like." "Hmm... very interesting," he mumbled, taking further notes. "Before I say anything more, I'd like to examine you, with your permission of course. It'll mean removing the tape, of course." Kimi had told me to expect that, and I had, unwillingly, come prepared, the bottle of solvent in my purse. "I'll give you some time to undress in here while I go next door to read through my notes. Once you are undressed, if you could climb on the table and place your feet in the stirrups, we'll be able to get started." He left the room, but I allowed Kimi to stay as I began to remove my clothes. As I hung up my dress, I could see her admiring the way I looked in just my panties and heels. Soon I was naked, and began the now unpleasant task of freeing the remaining reminder of my malehood. I grimaced at the sting, and even more at the sight of it popping back into place, even forgoing the opportunity to rub the numbness from my testicles. I just didn't want to touch any penis beside Nick's, particularly one that so clearly didn't belong. I climbed up on to the examination table, laying back and resting my feet into the stirrups which kept my legs spread apart, and Kimi left to tell the doctor I was ready. On their return, he began to wordlessly examine my body, occasionally turning to his computer to make further notes. Beginning with my face, and gradually working his way down my body, he finished by inserting a gloved finger into my anus. Though highly unerotic, the feeling of being penetrated still made my unwanted penis jump. Removing his finger and the gloves, he told me I could sit up once more and redress. He continued wordlessly tapping away at his keyboard for a moment, and for some reason I could see color beginning to rise in his cheeks. Finally he turned to face me, his face red. "Well Miss Tanner," he said, sounding like he was restraining anger, "I must say that I am absolutely outraged that you felt you had to lie to me. Why you wanted me to think you had only been dressing as a woman for a mere few days, when the longer truth is so readily apparent, I simply cannot begin to understand, but I must ask that you tell me the truth, if you wish my diagnosis to be accurate." I was shocked at his outburst, my hand automatically rising to my wide open mouth, even as I once more felt the hotness of my tears forming in the corner of my eyes. "John!" Kimi said sharply, "How long have we known each other?" "Well... about four years, I suppose," he replied. "More than long enough to know me and trust me, and you should trust me when I say I met Alexis as a boy for the first time this Sunday, and if his trepidation then over what we did to make him over that day is anything to go by, she is telling you the absolute and honest truth. I fully believe that she had never previously thought about being anything but a boy, just as I fully believe she has no intention of now being anything but a girl." He turned to me, and I nodded firmly, thanking Kimi with my eyes, still unable to speak. He looked down at the ground for a moment before raising his head back to me, mollified. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice much softer, "but you must believe me too. In all my years in this profession, I've never come across a case quite like yours, someone who came to their decision so quickly after so short an experience of dressing as a woman. And your appearance... I've known many transgendered women who, even after a full year of living as a woman every day, still did not have the full appreciation of a woman's clothes, hair and makeup as you appear to have already grasped. The fact that you can't even remember your male voice... Everything added together... though I still have no idea why anyone would want to lie about such a thing, you must understand why I thought you couldn't possibly be telling the truth. I apologize whole-heartedly if I upset you." "It's ok," I told him, "it's all come as kind of a surprise to me too. Not exactly what I was expecting when I arrived at the airport last Saturday. But what Kimi said is true - Until this week I'd always been Alex; now I just can't imagine my life as anything other than being Alexis." "Well, Alexis, taking all that you've told me this morning into consideration, I do believe you will make an excellent candidate for gender reassignment surgery. The thing is though, under the circumstances, that you've been dressing for such a short time, and not in your everyday life at that, I have to recommend that you see a licensed therapist and receive their approval before we can move further. I would also recommend that you do so on your return home from vacation - I would love nothing more than to take you on as a patient, but the process isn't short, and as you don't live in this state, it wouldn't be prudent for either of us. "However, I hope this news should be good, and," he continued, turning and writing on a pad, before handing me several slips of paper, "I can fully recommend you visit a former colleague of mine. His practice isn't too far from your home town as you'll see from the address there, and I will of course be happy to pass on your case details to him today, should you like me to." I looked down at the other slips of paper he had given me. "Prescriptions," he said. "estrogens, progestogens and anti-androgens, or testosterone-blockers as they're more commonly known. The therapy is really only for the final surgery, I see absolutely no reason why we can't start addressing the chemical makeup of your body at the earliest opportunity." I squealed in delight, throwing my arms around his neck, much to his surprise. "Thank you!" I said, "You have no idea how much you just made my day!" "No, I believe I do," he said, patting my back before easing back away from me. "As I said, I do believe you're an excellent candidate. Now," he continued, reaching for a case of hypodermic needles, "if you'd like to raise your skirt up to your hip, we'll get you started on your path." As Kimi and I strolled to the nearby pharmacy the receptionist had directed us to, I couldn't keep the smile from my face. Though the sting of the multiple injections of hormones was still lancing through my buttock with every step, the pain was a reminder of the first steps I had taken along the path to happiness. Kimi was excitedly chattering away, as she had done when we first met at the salon a few days and a lifetime ago, but I barely heard her through my delirious daze. The wait for the prescriptions to be filled at the pharmacy seemed to take ice ages, but finally three different bottles of pills nestled in my purse and we turned to our next task at hand - shopping! Kimi was fully aware of my tight budget, and I wasn't prepared to dip into Nick's money more than I already had so quickly into our relationship, but she told me she knew some places and we picked up our car from the hotel and were on our way, the first time I had driven since Nick and I had arrived, I realized. Driving in heels was a little tricky at first, particularly on roads and in a car I didn't know. Thankfully it was an automatic transmission so I didn't have to worry about changing gears, and I gradually got used to the different position my feet and legs had to be in to use the pedals. With Kimi giving directions, we drove to an area of town Nick and I had not visited in our wanderings of the city earlier in the week, and found a parking space within a short walk of our destination. It had been an age since I'd last had to parallel park, and doing so in heels was too much of a worry - the space was tight, and the merest slip of the foot and I'd have some explaining to do to the rental company. I asked Kimi if she could park for me. "I know it's one of many things I'll have to learn to do eventually," I said, "but I think I need some practice in wider spaces first. A lot of practice." We swapped seats and she took the wheel, expertly maneuvering into the tight space. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I was useless in heels at first too. Frankly you picked up walking in them much quicker than I ever did, every now and then I still find myself stumbling a little." Once we entered the store, I felt myself getting cold feet. Despite the fact that I fully thought of myself as Alexis now, it still felt somehow wrong to be in a lingerie store, surrounded on all sides by such feminine finery, satins, nylons, laces and much more in so many different colors. I think Kimi felt my trepidation, slipping her hand into mine and giving it a small squeeze in reassurance, and, with a nervously deep breath, I returned it. She began to gently pull me around the store, holding things up to my body, some of which I had no idea the name of, cooing and squealing as she found things she thought would be cute, pretty and sexy on me. In no time at all, I had a large armful of new underthings, a sexy high-cut one-piece swimsuit, and even a couple of new sundresses from a small rack of clothing at the back of the store to try on. The fitting room soon became a brightly-colored, frilly war zone, as Kimi helped me try on the various garments, scattering aside anything she didn't like or needed a new size of, piling up the things she wanted me to purchase. I was in a whirlwind of confusion over the various straps, hooks, studs, catches and other fittings, but the various sexy images I was ever so briefly allowed to see in the mirror made me happily agree with Kimi's decisions, and I was honestly shocked that I got away from the store having paid less than three hundred dollars, considering the difficulty I had in carrying the various laden bags now in my possession back to the car. The trip had been expensive, but Kimi assured me I'd be paid back in dividends once Nick got a look. I dropped Kimi off at her apartment, thanking her for a wonderful day and making her promise that we could hang out again before my vacation was up, just the two of us girls. I drove back to the hotel, returning my purchases to our room. Nick wasn't there when I entered the room, so I hung up my two new dresses and put away the swimsuit and the majority of the lingerie, stashing some in the bathroom for later. Once I was done, I decided to put my feet up, sitting down on the couch and stretching my feet out to rest on the coffee table as I turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until I found a recording of a Foo Fighters concert. I quickly found myself tapping my feet to the beat of the music before beginning to lightly headbang. The feeling of my hair gently swinging around my face made me get even more into it, and I was soon bouncing in my seat, my arms and legs waving around as if I was wildly playing the drums, and my hair, as the song went, whipping back and forth. Braless as I was, I could feel my breasts bouncing around under the haltered cups of my dress, a mildly erotic feeling that caused me to gleefully shriek at the fun I was having, before I was interrupted by a loud clearing of the throat beside and above me. I practically leapt out of my skin in shock, frantically clawing my disheveled hair from my face to see Nick standing next to me, wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, black cargo shorts and a huge grin. "I guess you didn't hear me come in over the music," he said, "I've been standing here watching you rock out for about 5 minutes now. I always did have a thing for rock chicks," he added, that grin spreading across his face all the more. "God, you startled me!" I said, taking a swipe at him but missing, "You couldn't have called to me when you came in?" "Actually I did, you didn't hear that either. Hey, I got you something," he said, changing the subject, likely so I'd stop trying to hit him for scaring me. He pulled a gift-wrapped box, tied in a big red ribbon, from behind his back and handed it to me. "A gift for me? You didn't have to buy me anything!" "That's sweet, but why don't you open it anyway? For me?" I grinned and greedily tore off the ribbon, ripping the wrapping paper away from its contents, a brown shoebox with 'Saucony' on the outside, a name I instantly recognized. Opening the lid, I discovered not only the pair of running shoes I had expected from the label, in silver and white with pink and black accents, but also several pairs of ankle socks, two very short pairs of tight-looking black spandex shorts and two sports bras, one in hot pink, the other in a bright yellow that matched the shirt he was wearing. I looked up at Nick, a huge smile radiating from my face. "I figured, as much as you were enjoying the dresses and heels and things, you were probably missing being able to go for a run; I know you always loved to be able to do that back home. I knew you wore Sauconys back home, and I checked your other shoes in the closet and went half a size bigger so they should be a good fit. I thought maybe we could go for a morning run together tomorrow, you know, right before we shower each other off," he added with a naughty grin. "They're perfect! Thank you!" I exclaimed, quickly slipping on the socks and shoes. It felt a little odd for my feet to be flat on the ground again after getting used to the heels, but I was already looking forward to being able to go for my first run in a week the next day. I stood up and hugged him, kissing him on his cheek. "Look at you, my wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend! They fit great, I can't wait to break them in. The clothes too." I paused. "I bought something for you too." "Lexie, sweetheart, I know your money's tight. You don't have to go buying me gifts. You're the only gift I could ever want." I couldn't help but 'awww' at his sweet words, and kissed him again on the cheek. "Well, technically it's for both of us. You're going to have to wait until after you take me out to dinner before you get to open it though!" Whether he caught on to what I was hinting at I wasn't sure, because he announced that he was starving from working out in the hotel gym and pool that afternoon and that he'd love nothing more than to take me out. I realized my stomach was growling a little too - Kimi and I had eaten a small salad earlier after we left the pharmacy, but it hadn't filled me for nearly long enough. We decided on teppanyaki, at a place that Nick had seen earlier while out shopping for me, the show of the chef cooking at our table, performing tricks with the food and his cookware adding entertainment value to the delicious, yet healthy food. Throughout the meal, we continually fed each other morsels of food from our plates, both starting to purposefully miss our target, poking pieces of shrimp or steak into each other's lips, noses or chins, giggling as we did. I'm sure it was absolutely sickening for the rest of our table to watch our very visible, if chaste, display of affection, but neither were particularly in the mood for caring what anyone else thought at that point. As we shared some green tea ice cream for dessert, Nick turned our conversation a little more serious. "So are you going to tell me, then?" "Tell you what?" I asked, genuinely unsure of what he was talking about. "What was so important that you had to do today that meant I didn't get to spend the day enjoying being with the woman I love." Instead of replying, I pulled my purse into my lap. Reaching in, I pulled out and carefully placed each of the three pill bottles I had been prescribed earlier in the day on to the table in between us. "Are you sick? Is everything ok?" he said, genuine concern washing over his face, his hand enclosing mine. "Nick, I'm fine. Better than, in fact," I smiled. "These," I said, pointing at the first two bottles, "are progestogens and estrogens, and these," pointing at the final bottle, "are what the doctor called anti- androgens. Testosterone-blockers." I added, after seeing the blank look on his face, which made way for open-mouthed surprise. "I made my decision. Last night, in fact, after you told me about Tommy and Kimi." "Alexis, I... I don't know what to say! That's wonderful! You're sure this is what you want to do?" "If you'd asked me that same question this time last week, I'd have had you committed, two days ago and I wouldn't have had a clue, but now? Yes, the experiences of these last five days, especially yesterday, well now I can't believe I never knew it before, that all these years there was a part of me hidden away that I never knew about. The real me. "I'm sorry about hiding it from you, about going to the doctor in secret, especially after I promised you'd be the first I'd tell. I felt like I needed to speak to Kimi first, hear her side of the story, and what she went through when she realized the life she was living wasn't the right one. Her having gone through everything that I'm facing... it was a reassurance, you know? That I had made the right choice. So I needed her to be with me, guiding my first steps along the path." Despite the explanation, I could see he still looked a little sad that I had confided in someone else before him, someone that I had only so recently met. Two people, if you included the doctor. "Nick, I need you to understand. Kimi was like... well, you know when you're learning to ride a bike, and you have the training wheels stopping you from falling over and your dad's there with his hand on your back guiding you? Well soon, the training wheels come off, but your dad's still there, helping you along your way. Kimi was my training wheels, I wouldn't have been able to get started without knowing that safety net was there, stopping me from falling, and you're.... like my...... dad..... OH GOD! That's a horrible analogy!" He laughed, and in my embarrassment I joined him, both of us quickly in hysterics. Gasping for air, he gruffly whispered "Who's your daddy?" which both set us off even more. Finally we both began to calm down, wiping away tears of merriment and taking gulps of water to assist our breathing. "I think I understand what you're trying to say, comparisons to your father aside." "Kimi may have helped set me on my path, but it's you I want walking beside me, helping me and guiding me as and when I need it. Kimi may be there occasionally too, I'd be stupid not to get advice from someone who's been there, done it and bought the cute little capped-sleeve t- shirt, but YOU'RE the one I want to share this experience with. After all, once I'm done, it'll be you I'll be worshipping with my new vagina." He spluttered into his water at my forwardness and needed a moment to recover, I patted his back to help him swallow. "You mean you're going to go all the way? The surgery too?" He asked, finally able to speak. "I can't see any way I could live with not being as complete as possible. The only way I can touch myself down there right now is to tape myself back. And trust me, as wonderful as it is to have you in my ass, I can't wait until I can truly make love to you as a woman. It's not definite yet though - I mean that's obviously what I eventually want, but I have to go through therapy first, live as a woman in my everyday life for a while, before the doctors will agree to perform the operation." It was a moment before he spoke again, his hand gently rubbing mine, a tender look on his face. "I love you Alexis, I promise I'll be there every step of the way through this, until you're completely happy in yourself and way, way beyond." I reached to him, my hands on his shoulders as I kissed him, his creeping to hold my waist, gently rubbing my hips with his fingertips. "Thank you Nick" I said, as we parted, "that's more than I could ever ask of you." Our kissing soon became a little more passionate, and both realizing where this was leading, it wasn't long before we were back once more in our hotel suite, our bodies pressed together, even as our lips were doing the same. I could feel his wonderful cock insistently pressing into me through his pants and my dress, and I gently began to fondle him, his hands also reaching down to pull up my skirt, caressing and squeezing my pert little bare butt. Before things could move any further, I pulled him around and pushed him backward to sit down on the couch. "Wait here," I breathed, "Before we go any further, you have to open your present." I felt a light swat to my buttock as I turned to leave him, and squealed in girlish delight, before stepping lightly to the bathroom. There I retrieved what I had stashed earlier and began to undress, untying the big satin bow behind my neck before unzipping and slipping my dress to the floor, unbuckling my shoes, unhooking my bra and peeling off my panties. Naked, I stretched, my butt pressing out behind me as I arched my back, glorying in the beautiful femininity reflected in the mirror, my cute large breasts, my tight but undefined abdominal muscles, the flat but curved crotch disappearing between my legs, and my pert little butt, imagining how the hormones I had begun to take earlier in the day would begin to affect my appearance over the coming weeks and months. Turning back to the subject at hand, I collected my purchase from where I had laid it on the closed toilet seat. I pulled the miniscule black nylon g-string up my legs, feeling the barely-there, thin string of material settle between my cheeks before raising the other piece of the set over my head, pulling it into place on my bust. Looking back in the mirror, I could only gasp at how beautiful, flirty and sexy I looked. I hadn't gotten a good look at this piece in the mirror earlier in the store, but Kimi had assured me it should be the first of my purchases that I should show Nick. Thin black spaghetti straps led down to a layered ruffling of an almost completely see-through nylon-like material Kimi had told me was called georgette, covering my breasts, though leaving a generous cleavage, my fake nipples proudly tenting it, the color difference between them and the rest of my breast completely visible. Below them, the georgette fell in loose waves and layers, the purposefully uneven, handkerchief-style hem, barely reaching below my panties and certainly doing nothing to hide them. Underneath my bustline, running all the way around my body, was a bright red satin ribbon, contrasting brightly against the black of the rest of the babydoll, tied in a big, flirty bow at my sternum. All in all, my wrapping looked pretty similar to a sexier version of the present Nick had given me earlier! The contrast between the black babydoll and the wavy golden tresses framing my face and pooling on top of the straps gave me a somewhat sultry appearance, particularly after I redid my lips in deep crimson to match the bow, and if Nick loved the way I looked even half as much as I did, I was about to get very lucky indeed. With butterflies flitting about in my stomach, I fairly skipped back out to the living room. Nick sat exactly where I had left him, still fully clothed - good, I wanted to be able to help unwrap him too! He hadn't noticed my return yet, and I began to glide toward him, stepping lightly on my toes. "It's time to open your present, Nicky," I sultrily breathed, "be careful with it, the contents are delicate." His mouth fell open, his eyes wide, and it was all he could do to lightly place his hands on my hips, under the georgette skirting, as I sank into his lap, straddling him and lowering my mouth to his. I ground myself against his immediately tented pants, feeling his hard but covered cock pressing insistently at my own unwanted one, my tongue swirling inside his mouth, my hands running through his short hair. Gradually I felt his hands slide around me, cupping my bare buttocks, his finger tracing the line of the g-string through my crease which sent electric shivers running up and down my back, causing me to arch myself into him. He began to kiss, nibble and suck at my now exposed neck, producing little girlish squeals from my lips as I enjoyed the tickling sensations of his kisses. Suddenly his hands were gone from my ass, appearing between us as he fought with his belt buckle, finally winning the battle and wiggling beneath my hips to push his pants and underwear to his knees behind me, from where they fell to the floor. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it off him in one swift movement, turning my attention to kissing and lightly sucking on his exposed nipples as my hands massaged his chest and shoulders. Naked as he now was, I felt his penis jump against me with each light flick of my tongue over his tiny, but erect nipples, eliciting gentle moans as he enjoyed my ministrations. The involuntary movement of his cock combined with my grinding, rubbing hips meant I soon had him where I wanted him, both metaphorically and literally. Forcing myself downward, I felt him pop into my unlubricated entrance, and I moaned deeply, arching my back once more as I closed my eyes. We sat there for a moment, neither of us moving an inch, his head just barely inside me. I re-opened my eyes to see him, his head tilted backward over the back of the couch, his eyes closed, a look of rapt pleasure on his face. Slowly, ever so slowly, I resumed rolling my hips, gradually inching my way down his full length, his eyes re-opening to gaze lovingly into mine as I did. Without lubrication, the going was tougher than it had been before, rawer, though I doubted that my passage had fully returned to normal after the multiple poundings it had received the day before and that morning, and so imagined it could be much worse. Nick could obviously feel it too, as we both took our time, pausing to adjust now and then, until eventually I was pressed into him as far as I could go, his full length as deep inside me as it could be in this position. "I love you, Nicholas," I said, almost certainly the first time I'd used the full form of his name since we'd first met all those years ago. "I love you too, Alexis. I love my present, it's just what I always wanted," he replied, with a soft, genuine smile on his face. We kissed, and I slowly raised myself off him before plunging back down as forcefully as I dared. We shared moans of pleasure, desire and a little bit of pain, mixed together in each other's mouths, and I repeated my action, taking on a slow but rough pace. In this position, I could feel the dragging sensation on my chest of my breasts rubbing against his muscular pectorals; I'm sure he was loving the sensation of my nipples against him, but it made me a little frustrated that it could be so long before I would be able to feel my own sensitive, engorged nipples and the soft skin of real breasts rubbing and pressing into him. Still, combined with that wonderful ability to guide his aim where I wanted that came from being on top, this was certainly going to be a position I'd have to remember for further down the road of my transition. This time, for the first time since our relationship began, it was Nick who came first, but hearing the shuddering groans of his orgasm and feeling those hot jets shooting up inside me meant I wasn't far behind, my own climax hitting at the thought of giving him pleasure as much as it was from the wonderful sensations of him inside me. As he slipped out of me, he pulled me to lay down with him on the couch, my back to him, and his semi-hard cock still pressed between my cheeks, occasionally grazing against my rosebud as he breathed. Leaning on his elbow above me, I turned to face him, both of us with contented smiles planted firmly across our faces. "You certainly know how to wrap a gift, Lexie," he said. "So I guess your day with Kimi wasn't all doctors and pharmacies, huh? Do I have any more gifts coming my way?" I giggled naughtily in response. "Perhaps. You'll just have to wait and see. Maybe if you're a good boy..." "As long as you'll let me, I'll always be good to you, baby," he said, with a light kiss, his hand gently stroking my hip underneath the material of my babydoll, flicking lazily at the thin waistband of my panties. He slid his hand up my stomach, causing me to involuntarily press myself back into him, his hand finally cupping my breast through the pretty material, my babydoll skirt lifted all the way up. "So... how long before I have some real versions of these puppies to play with?" "I've kind of just been thinking about that myself. You've no idea how frustrating it was to not be able to feel anything more than my real chest being dragged about when they were pressed into your chest just now, how much I'm looking forward to feeling your hands on me there. The thing is, the doctor told me it'll be a few months before I even notice my nipples puffing up, let alone any actual breast growth. And even when that does happen, it'll be so gradual as to be barely noticeable. It could be 5 years or even more before they're done growing! I paused. "I was kind of thinking.... How do you feel about... implants?" "Lexie, haven't I already told you? I'm along for the ride, you're the one in control of what you do. You have to do what makes you happy, and whether that means waiting for your breasts to grow by themselves or jumping the gun, so to speak, it's solely your decision to make, like any decision about your body. I can't be the one to make them for you." I smiled and kissed him. "Right answer. But would you like something to hold, something to squeeze in your hands, something to flick your fingers or tongue across, sooner rather than later?" "Frankly Lexie, I'm not even sure why you feel you have to ask that question. If you don't already know the answer to that, you don't know me as well as I'd hoped." I grinned over my shoulder at him. "Then it's settled. As soon as my nipples have grown enough that it's uncomfortable to keep these puppies stuck on to me, I'm getting some puppies to call my own!" Nick graciously agreed to clean up the mess we had made on the couch while I cleaned myself up, and it wasn't long before we snuggled together in bed again, him naked, me in one of Alexis' pretty nightgown's, long, sheer black nylon with white lace embroidering that was revealing without actually showing anything. One look at me in it had set Nick raring to go again, but the lack of lubrication from our earlier encounter had left me feeling sore, though obviously satisfied, and I apologized as I asked him to hold back for now. He relented, and it wasn't long before he drifted into a gentle sleep, my head on his chest rising and falling with each breath. I took some time to join him, thinking about the additional life-altering decision I had made that night, yet another decision that had come so quickly and easily, wondering if there could possibly even be any remaining walls of my masculinity still to crumble and fall.