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When I'd had my breast implants put in the previous week, I had naively
thought that I could hide them from my co-workers and even my
girlfriend, but it had quickly become clear that I had severely
underestimated the change they would make. It wasn't that the doctor had
put massive implants into me, but she had made them proportional to the
rest of my body, and while I am slim and 28, boobs that were correctly
proportioned were, in fact, very large. Coupled with the removal of
tummy fat to give me a more slender waist, the surgery had given me a
figure many women would kill for.
But I was a man, with fully functional boy parts and an active straight
sex life. Now, I just happened to be a man with head-turning tits. And
the first head they turned belonged to Anita, one of my best friends in
the small marketing communications firm where I worked. The two of us
shared a work area, and I had known it was inevitable that she would
immediately pick up on the change. Oddly, the first change she noticed
was the minor change in my hair.
"Nice ponytail. I like it. Wait ... you're wearing a bra, and falsies?"
she said.
I motioned her over to my desk and whispered, "it's not falsies. I got
implants."
"No way!" she said, too loudly. Then she realized I needed to speak with
her privately. "Hey, can you help me bring something up from my car?"
she asked where a couple of others could hear her. She winked.
"Sure," I said, and we went back out into the hall.
"I suppose we should go down. We're supposed to be going to the parking
lot," she said.
As soon as the elevator door closed, she said, "Really?"
"Really."
"What possessed you?"
"I've always wanted to. I just kinda did it. Now I'm freaking out about
it a bit," I confessed.
"Well, if it helps, we've all known about your crossdressing for a
while," she said.
"What?!!!"
"We've talked about it ... different ones of us. Cindy saw you dressed
up getting out of your car a couple of months ago, and we started
noticing your brows and nails. It's ok, really. Nobody cares. We didn't
want to embarrass you," she said.
"No way to avoid the subject now, is there?" I asked.
"Hardly. Can I take a peek?"
I unbuttoned my shirt enough to let her see the breasts inside the bra.
"No way whatsoever to hide those," she said. "Do they hurt?"
"Not really. A little sore under the arms where the incisions are, but
it's mostly just a matter of getting used to them."
"Has anybody else noticed yet?"
"No. You're the first one I've really talked to. What should I do?"
"You have no choice. You need to just belly up to the bar and let
everybody know you got boobs. Nobody cares. They didn't care that you
were crossdressing," said Anita. "Tell you what. I'll get everybody in
the conference room and let you just lay it out on the table."
Anita did just that, and within a few minutes all six of my co-workers
were peppering me with questions.
"Are you becoming a woman?"
"No."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I wanted to. I like how I look. I like doing some things women do, and
wearing some of the things they wear. I also like having sex with them.
It's about how I choose to look and nothing else, really."
"Are you changing your name?"
"No."
"Which public restrooms will you use?"
"Enough of that!" interrupted Sara Bernhardt, one of the two partners.
"I don't see any problem here. If anything, it just shows we're willing
to take risks and be unconventional, and that's a good message for our
present and prospective clients. Anybody disagree?"
"I'm good with it," said Tad, Sara's husband and the other partner in
the firm. "Aaron, you do whatever you want to do. Long as it doesn't
hurt our business - and I don't think it will - it makes no difference
to me."
Increasingly, I was beginning to see the wisdom of the surgeon's social
worker, Sheila. I had opened up, and there was no cloud over me, no
drama surrounding me. Several workers complimented my hair, and as lunch
approached, Kim - another marketing consultant - dropped by our work
area to see if Anita and I wanted to go to Jason's Deli for lunch.
"Well, quite a morning, huh?" said Kim, a free spirit who was a year
younger than me. This week she had red hair (it alternated between red
and black), and she always wore a small stud in her labret piercing
below the left side of her mouth. "Listen, I'm really proud of you. That
took a lot of guts," she said.
"What impresses me the most is you saying outright that you don't want
to be a woman, but rather this is about clothes and lifestyle, but not
about plumbing and sex partners," said Anita. "So far as I know, you're
not even bi. Are you?"
"Nope," I said. "I only swing one way, and then I don't even swing. It's
just me and Alli, but I'm worried I may lose her over this."
"You can lose anybody over anything, at any time," said Anita. "The one
you're stuck with is you, and you have to be happy with who you are and
what you do, or you'll never be happy with anybody else. So Alli doesn't
have a clue about the boobs, right?"
"Right. I've kept this side of me from her completely, I'm sorry to
say," I said.
"Are you sure?" asked Kim. "You thought you'd kept it from me, but
people are more observant than you think. I don't know Alli very well,
but I'm betting she'll be less surprised than you think."
"I know her pretty well," said Anita, "and I can tell you she has
mentioned your eyebrows and nails to me. Not in a negative way. She told
me once that she wished you'd be willing to open up about it, but when
she asked, you told her it was her imagination. But hey, this is getting
too heavy. Let's talk about fun stuff. Like wardrobe changes. Are you
going to start dressing completely as a female?"
"It's funny. You'd assume that was what I would do, and what I wanted
all along, but I'm not so sure. I don't want to be a man dressing like a
woman for its own sake. Just a man wearing he wants to. Sometimes that
might be denim and work boots, sometimes it might mean a blouse. But I
always want it to be me, just me," I said. "With boobs, of course."
Having said that out loud marked the first time I had thought that
through. You'd think I would have done so sooner, but it should be
evident by now that I don't always consider all the factors before I
make a personal decision. And at any rate, there had been no way to
anticipate the feelings I'd have once my implants were in place.
"Well, I'm assuming you have your female things stashed away somewhere,"
said Anita. "There doesn't seem to be much point in that. You can bring
everything out into the open now."
"That's true!" said Kim. "Where's your stuff now?"
I described my hiding place under the stairwell.
"OK, even though you've been crossdressing for a while, I think you
could use a little help. If you like, I could help you organize your
closet. Are you going to be using makeup?"
"Most likely, when I feel like it."
"Then you'll need a well organized vanity too," said Anita. "Tell you
what. It's Monday night, and I don't have any plans, do you two?"
"I don't," I said. "I'm still recovering and won't be up for going out,
but I don't have anything planned."
"Me either," said Kim. "Are you thinking maybe we go over and help Aaron
start reorganizing his apartment?"
"Exactly," said Anita.
The idea was actually quite attractive: Spending the evening with two
really hot girls talking about my favorite hobby, which was now out in
the open. I paused and thought about how Alli would react to such a
change. Anita seemed to read my mind, as was frequently the case.
"It'll be better with Alli too," she said. "I know her pretty well, and
I'm telling you, her biggest beef is going to be keeping secrets. Get it
all out. The clothes, the makeup, the secrets, everything. I'll help you
make your case that you're a better boyfriend than ever," she said.
The girls both pulled out their compacts to refresh their lipstick
before returning to work and Kim asked, "Why aren't you wearing makeup?"
"The hair and boobs seemed like enough for the first day. I didn't want
to overdo it," I said.
"Now that it's out in the open, it seems to me you're free to do
whatever you like now," said Kim. "Want to borrow my lipstick?"
"Thanks, but I'm fine. Maybe I'll wear some makeup tomorrow," I said.
"Promise?"
"Nope. It's all about what I want to do, right?" I said with a laugh.
Kim poked her lip out. "And don't you want to make me happy? I really
want to see how you're going to look in lipstick."
"Manipulative bitch," I said, winking at Anita. I hugged them both and
we walked back to the office, where we had a surprisingly quiet
afternoon. About mid-afternoon, I asked Sara if she'd mind my knocking
off early.
"I can keep going, but I still have a little hangover from the surgery
and there's not much going on. Mind if I call it a day? Anita and Kim
want to come over and help me organize my stuff tonight."
"Not at all, take on off," said Sara. "Yeah, I imagine you have a good
bit of mental shifting to do. We weren't kidding, you know. Nobody's
said a single catty thing behind your back. Just be whoever you're going
to be, and we're all behind you," said Sara. "Let me know if there's
anything I can do to help."
When I got home I realized that I was more tired than I realized, but
with a couple of hours lying around watching daytime TV and dozing a
bit, I regained my strength. I checked in with Alli by telephone, and
the phone rang just as I was hanging up. Anita's picture popped up on my
Android.
"Hi, we'll be there in a few minutes. I bet you didn't think about food.
Want us to bring over some Chinese?"
"That'd be really thoughtful. I'll pop a bottle of wine. Cabernet or
Pinot Grigio?"
"Cabernet. We'll be there in a half hour," she said.
I showered, washed my hair and shaved, but only had time to dry my hair
partially, so I tied it damp into my usual ponytail. It occurred to me
that if either of my guests was about to have a visitor, they'd at least
put on lipstick, so I added the subdued pink lipstick I'd decided to
leave off earlier in the day. I put on a white camisole with a loose
blouse that I left unbuttoned. The timing was perfect, and the doorbell
rang.
"The man cave rescue service is here," said Kim. "But first, food."
The girls had brought a mix of General Tso's chicken and Mongolian beef,
and it was delicious. "Now, let's take a look around," said Anita.
"First, let's see things as they are." There wasn't much to see, really.
I had left my curling iron out from having used it that morning, but
there were few other signs of my affection for feminine ways. My closet
was reasonably neat, and since I lived by myself for the most part,
there was plenty of space.
"Great. Let's pull out the girl stuff and see what we have," said Kim.
Most of the clothes were hanging up, and the makeup was contained in a
large, organized makeup kit so that I could take it out and put it away
easily, without leaving anything out.
"This is going to be a lot easier than I figured," said Anita. "You have
some very pretty things. Of course, all the padded bras are going to
have to be replaced, obviously."
Within an hour, my closet was full of female clothing - dresses, tops,
skirts, pants and shoes, mixed in with my male clothing. "If you're
really going to be neutral as far as what you wear, I don't see much
point in separating everything, do you? I mean, clothes are clothes,
right?" asked Anita.
"True," I said.
While Anita was focusing on my closet, Kim was busy turning my bathroom
sink area into a vanity, organizing my concealers, foundation, blush,
mascaras, lipsticks, glosses and other products carefully in an
organizing tray she had brought with her. "My 'new boobs' gift to you,"
said Kim.
After a while, there seemed to be nothing more to do. We all three stood
in the vanity area, and Anita said, "Now, it's time for you to pay us."
"Huh?"
Both girls laughed. "Not money! We wouldn't do that to you. We want to
play with you a bit ... fix your hair and do your makeup. Surely you can
do that for us!"
I smiled. "You know I will."
Even though I had shaved a couple of hours earlier, I did so again, and
Kim applied my foundation as I leaned against the counter, my back to
the mirror.
"What kind of makeup do you like?" said Kim. "These seem to be pretty
conservative colors for the most part. I'm glad to see you haven't been
doing the drag thing."
"Blech. I hate that. I want to look nice, not be a freak," I said.
"I like your taste in clothes, too," said Anita from the closet.
"Feminine, but not overdone." She brought out a blue peasant blouse with
white trim.
"Let's see how he looks in this," she told Kim, who had applied black
eyeliner to the top lids and colored in the membrane area only on the
bottom.
"Hang on. Let me do his eyeshadow first so the color doesn't fall on the
blouse," she said. "No need to get fancy. How about this nice brown on
the lids? That should look nice."
"Now the blouse!" said Anita. "It's really just a ruse to get you to
show us your tits, you know."
I grinned and pulled off my T-shirt.
"Woo hoo!!" said Anita. "Wish I had a rack like that. May I touch them?"
Without waiting for an answer, she cupped her hands beneath the breasts
and lifted them up slightly. "And you were thinking you could hide
these? Or even that you should? They're magnificent!"
"I want to see the nipples," said Kim. "Will it hurt anything to take
off the bra for a minute?"
"I don't think so. I'm allowed to shower." Kim reached behind me and
unclasped the band, then slid the bra off. The breasts had no sag at
all, but stood out proudly, with nipples that stuck out more than a half
inch. (I made a mental note to ask Dr. Pfeiffer if she had modified the
nipples or if the implants caused that.)
"I feel kinda guilty," said Kim.
"Why?"
"We made you take it off, but you're only supposed to remove it to clean
them."
"Here, I'll take care of it," said Anita, gently kissing my right nipple
and then licking it gently. "There, it's clean. Would you care to get
the other one?"
"You read my mind," said Kim, who did the same to my left nipple, adding
a gentle sucking motion. "We'd better get that back on. We don't want to
do anything to hurt these girls. They're far too good to mess up."
She fastened the bra, and I put on the peasant blouse. Anita squealed,
which wasn't the kind of thing she was prone to do. She turned me around
to the mirror, where I could see that the blouse revealed a slight bit
cleavage, even with the post-surgical bra.
Will you do me a huge favor?" she asked.
"Anything," I said, enjoying the attention.
"Wear this tomorrow. For me."
I laughed it off. "Sure, anything for you."
Kim finished off my eyes with one coat of lengthening mascara, and
located a coral lip gloss.
"What are you going to do with your hair tomorrow?" she asked.
"I hadn't really thought about it. Just a ponytail, probably," I said.
"Not with this blouse you can't," said Anita. "Let's play with it and
see what we can do."
They experimented with several combinations, and I found myself getting
such an erection I was tempted to show them, but letting them kiss my
nipples seemed like all the sexual activity I should be having with my
co-workers.
"How much do you trust me?" asked Kim.
"Implicitly," I said.
"Good. I want to give you some bangs. Don't worry ... I won't do them
straight across. You won't be stuck with them." She found some scissors
and expertly angled them so that some my hair - now parted on the side -
fell across my forehead. "We need something to pin this back with," she
said, looking around. She found a pin with a small yellow carnation.
"Perfect. Take a look."
Anita looked concerned. "Those gold balls in your ears aren't getting it
for me. Didn't I see a jewelry box down in your closet?"
"We must have left it down there," I said. "I'll get it."
"No, you stay put. I'll go," said Anita. A couple of minutes later she
returned and opened, impressed to find that I kept my jewelry carefully
arranged.
"You've bought some nice pieces," she said. "You really do have good
taste. OK, how about these?" She selected a pair of pearl drops.
"Totally demure."
"Thank you," said Anita.
"For what?"
"For wearing the blouse. Will you wear the earrings too?" she asked.
"I suppose so," I said.
Kim stuck out her lower lip. "You've got to do something for me too.
This is your hair and makeup for tomorrow, OK?"
"Doesn't feel right. Too much too fast. No flower in the hair, but I
have the bangs you cut, and I'll wear the lipstick. Will that keep your
feelings from getting hurt?" We all got a laugh.
"What about waist down?" asked Kim. "It's going to look funny if you
wear your usual Dockers."
"It's going to look funny anyway until people get used to the idea," I
said. "I'd rather stick to male pants and regular shoes for the moment.
That way I still have pockets and don't need a purse. Anyway, otherwise,
I'm dressing completely as a woman."
"Maybe you have the wrong idea," said Anita. "Maybe instead of dressing
half female and half male, you should think about dressing male half the
time and female half the time."
"That actually makes sense," said Kim. "So today was your boy day, and
tomorrow's a girl day!"
"No," I said. "Today was a rollout day. It was the first day I didn't
hide what I was doing. But I wouldn't call it a boy day, given that it's
the day everybody's attention was focused on my boobs."
"OK, how about a compromise? I'll let you off the hook on the blouse and
you can make tomorrow a boy day, and you let us dress you for Wednesday.
Nothing extreme, I promise. But we get to dress you head to toe, with
your own stuff. How can you object to that?"
I could think of quite a few objections, but I was weakening - both
physically and emotionally, from the attention of these two hot co-
workers. Still, it felt wrong.
"You know you two could get anything you wanted out of me, but I think I
just need to take this day by day. The whole point of the boobs is
because I wanted them. Some days I'm going to want to wear makeup. Some
days, jeans. Some days, both. But I think it's going to work out for the
best if I avoid labels and slots and just live one day at a time," I
said.
After a few seconds of silence, Kim said, "Hmmph. I hate it when you're
right."
"Me too," said Anita. "So you won't wear the blouse tomorrow?"
"I'll wear the blouse tomorrow, because I want to. And the earrings. And
lipstick. Maybe the coral, maybe something more subdued, but something
that you'll like. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," said Anita.
"Oh, okay," said Anita.
I was exhausted, and it was time to call it a night. The girls left, and
I put on a nightgown and settled back on the couch. Tomorrow would
probably tell more about my future than today.
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