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A New Life Part 1 Slowly he felt himself coming out of the darkness. Light started to filter in to his eyes. But nothing could be clearly made out yet. Just hints of shadows. And sounds. He could hear sounds. Sounds that were like voices but he could not understand what was said. "She is starting to come around now," he finally made out. Then another voice said, "She is the bravest person I have ever known." What were they talking about? What operation? Just where was he? And what was going on? Slowly his eyes opened and faces came into view. The first he saw was a young woman wearing what appeared to be a nurse's uniform. She was about 27 blond and very pretty. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she looked down at him. "How are you feeling honey?" In a horsed raspy voice he replied, "May I have some water? Please!" "Ok but just a sip. You may have just enough to wet your throat for now." Holding a glass to his lips, the nurse help him take a drink. The cool water felt so good going town his parched throat. It was like he had been in the desert for days without any water. As his awareness slowly returned, he became aware that he was in a hospital room. But what had happened to put him there? He couldn't remember. As he struggled to sit up, the nurse put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down. "You are not ready for that yet. Just relax and get stronger first." Then then nurse called out, "Oh doctor, she is fully awake now." To himself he asked, who is this "she" everyone keeps referring to? A tall disguised looking man approached him. He was about 6 feet tall, looked to be about 40 years of age and, by the look of him, rather athletics. His brown hair was just long enough to come down to his ears and parted to the left. He had a brown mustache and brown eyes, the kind of eyes that made girls weak in the knees. He was very attractive really. But wait! Did I just say he was attractive? In a gentle voice the doctor said to him, "I am Doctor Brown. I am the doctor that headed up the project you are a part of. For now you need to rest for now. I understand that you may have questions but those will wait until later." Laying back, he allowed sleep to return to him, the soft gentle sleep that often comes to those that truly need it. The kind of sleep where there are gentle dreams that allow for the body to fully rest. And what dreams he had. He saw the doctor's face and heard his voice. Together they were walking along holding hands. Slowly the dreams faded and he began to return to the real world. Sunlight streamed in thru the window. Outside he heard the noises of the world. He could hear traffic on the street below as well as the hustle and bustle of people. People were walking up and down the street as well as in the hall outside of his room. His room! Where was he and why was he even here? Reaching for the buzzer he knew would summon the nurse; he found the button and pressed it. In just a minute the same nurse he saw earlier came in. So it hadn't been a dream after all. Or if it had, he was still having it. Smiling at him, she said, "Well good morning sweetie. How are you feeling today?" "I need to go pee real bad and I feel like I could eat a horse." Wait a minute! Was that his voice that just said that? It sounded more like a woman's voice. "That's not too surprising since you have been on a liquid diet for a few days. But before I help you get out of bed, I have to page the doctor. He said to let him know just as soon as you were fully awake. He has a lot to talk to you about." "Just where am I and why am I here?" "As to where you are, you are in room 834 of Mercy Hospital. Why you are here is best explained to you by the doctor. I go page him right away." "I thought you might be hungry so I brought you this." And with that, she placed a tray on a small table and pushed it up so he could have breakfast. On the try was a small glass of apple juice and a small bowl of oatmeal. It wasn't much but he was so hungry it tasted good. As he reached out to take the offered meal, he noticed his hands. They were the hands he remembered, Rather they were rather small petite looking. His fingers were slender and had a grace about them. Thinking to himself, those look like a woman's hands but I control them. He had just finished the oatmeal and juice when the doctor walked in. Today he was wearing tan slacks, a white shirt and a tie with navy stripes going diagonally across it. And yes the doctor looked just as attractive as he had in the, "dream". (What am I saying? I am finding this man attractive?) "Doctor, what is going on here? What happened to me?" "You were in a terrible accident. As I told you yesterday, you were taking part in an experiment when something went wrong. "What sort of an experiment? And what happened?" "You volunteered to be the first person to be transported from one room in the building to another. Everything seemed to be working until you stepped out of the receiving unit. That was when we saw that you were changed." "Changed? In what way did I change?" "Well, you are now a woman. And when you stepped in to the transporter, you were a man. And you appear to be about 21 years old. How it happened we are not sure yet. But even your DNA has changed. According to all tests we have conducted on you, you are a genetic woman now. And as far as we can tell, you are fully functional as a woman. You will soon have a monthly period, and you can get pregnant. We also expect you will be able to give birth vaginally just like any other woman. "Are you serious?? I can now get pregnant??" "What the hell!" "Nurse Donna here has agreed to be a kind of mentor to you until you are fully comfortable in your new life. She will teach you all need to know about being a woman, about your new life. That will include everything from fashion and makeup, presenting yourself as a woman (little things like walking, standing, talking, and so on) to more personal matters. For now I have to go. I have other patients to see. I'll look in on you later." And with that he left. Donna stepped up to the bed. She was about 5'10," and very shapely. She wore the traditional nurse's uniform. She had on a white skirt that was a little longer than knee length, white top, white hose and work shoes. On her head she had the traditional white nurse's cap. It rested on her head. Under that cap, Donna had auburn hair that was pulled back into a ponytail so when she worked with patients, it would not get in the way. "You all are totally serious aren't you," he cried out. "You have made me into a freak, a sick weirdo!" "Oh no dear, you are not a freak. Rather you are a woman now and the world will see you as one. There are a lot of people that are freaks but certainly not you. Soon you will enjoy the things the world has to offer a young woman like yourself. Just think of it. Soon you will start dating, maybe fall in love with a man and get married. Just the sort of thing all girls dream of at one time in their life. And I am here to help you adjust to that new life. "So, if you are ready, we need to get started. The first thing we need to do is get you out of bed. Just let your legs dangle over the side for a minute. Let me help you sit up." As Donna removed the covers, he saw for the first time that his legs were long, slender and very shapely. Just the sort of legs he found so attractive on women. Then he noticed his feet. They seemed a bit smaller than he remembered them being. And his arms! They had a gracefulness about them he had never known before. Not at all like the arms he remembered having. But then the doctor had said the changes in him had been a bit of a modern day wonder. As he slowly stood up, another new sensation took hold of him. Looking down, he could see his chest hiding underneath the hospital gown he wore. But he had mounds projecting out. He actually had boobs!! He reached up to gently touch them, fearing that they were not real. Oh but they were very real! As his long slender fingers touched his nipples, feelings rushed thru him. Feelings he had never experienced before. Not that they were bad. Actually they were rather pleasant, just very different. Coming out of his (her?) dream, he noticed Donna was just standing there watching him. "Different having real breasts for yourself, isn't it?" Blushing he replied, "Oh yes it is. I never fully understood what having boobs meant to a woman before. But I am starting to." Donna then said, "Now let's figure out a new name for you. Obviously you can't continue going by your male name. Not anymore that is. Do you have any ideas what name you would like to use now?" "No not really. I never had to think about that sort of thing before." "Since your male name was Patrick James, how about Patricia Ann? You could be called Patti for short." "Well, since this is a whole new life for me (as much as I didn't want this), maybe I should come up with something totally new. What would you think would be the better name; Jennifer, Sarah, Mary, or Rebecca?" "Oh sweetie, with the right middle name, any one of those would be wonderful. Which do you like the best?" "Is there any chance of my getting turned back to the man I was?" "I don't think so dear. The best advice I can offer is get used to this new life." "Well, until I do go back, I guess I will need to make the best of everything." "Oh sweetie, that will be the best for you." "So, I think I will be Jennifer. Jennifer Ann Mason. After all, if I am going to be a new person, why not go all the way and have a completely new name?" "I like it a lot! And I can see you are really getting into your new life. That will make things a whole lot easier for you." "Yeah, like I have a choice now." With that, both of the women started to giggle. "The next thing I need to do is take a few measurements. You can't wear that awful hospital gown forever. Let me untie it and get your measurements. Then I will be able to get you something nice to wear instead of that thing." She was embarrassed by the thought of being naked in front of Donna. But Donna smiled. She could see Jennifer's discomfort at the idea of being naked in front of her. "Oh sweetie, remember what I do for a living.," As a nurse in a hospital and a former OBGYN nurse in a doctor's office, I have seen women naked before." Slowly Jennifer let the gown slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Looking up, she noticed a mirror on the wall. And in it she saw herself for the very first time. There stood a strikingly beautiful young woman that looked to be about 21 years old. She noticed for the first time just how attractive she was. Her body now had the curves that all women dreamed of having. Even her hair was different from how she remembered it before the accident. Now it was a light auburn and long. It came to the middle of her back. Just like in the T.V. commercials, it shimmered in the sunlight when she gently shook her head. Taking a tape measure, Donna started to measure Jennifer. Starting with Jennifer's hips, she called out each one of the measurements. "Hips 36, waist 26, chest 36, and bust 38. That means you will wear a misses size 8 dresses I think. And I believe you will need size 6 panties with a 36B bra." Slipping off one of her shoes, Donna handed it to Jennifer and said, "see if you can fit into this. Just for size mind you. Not for style or color." Sitting down on the bed, Jennifer tried to put on the shoe and found to her surprise it went on. But it felt a bit big on her. Donna decided that for now, Jennifer should wear flip-flops. At least until they could get shoes that fit correctly. The next day, Donna came in with a bag from a store for Jennifer. In it were two nighties and several pairs of panties. "I got these for you. I thought you would feel better in them than in that hospital gown you have been forced to wear." Taking one panty, Jennifer stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist. It was a pale blue brief but not like anything she had ever worn before. The way the nylon fabric felt surprised her at first. There was something about how that soft material made her feel more like a woman and special. Then she took one nightie out of the bag and slipped it on over her head. It was a pink baby doll night gown. Around the hem and neck was white lace that gave the gown a frilly girlly look. The hem just barely covered her panties. As it fell down over her, her breasts made it stand out in a way she would have wanted to see in a woman when she was a man. But at the same time she admired the soft fabric and the fit of it. Reaching up to hug Donna, she said, "They are so beautiful! Thank you so much! I was getting tired of that other gown." Then releasing Donna and slowly turning around, she said, "What do you think?" Donna just said, "You are so beautiful in that." Over the next two weeks, the lessons Donna had for Jennifer included things like how to just stand and sit like a lady. There were lessons in how to walk with grace, gliding across the floor as she did. Jennifer was also taught how to talk like a woman. She would never have believed it but she discovered that women have ways of saying things that are different from the ways men would say the same things. And she also started to notice her choice in things was changing. She liked to watch shows on T.V. that she had never even considered before. Things like the shopping network and the women's channel. When reading the paper, she would more and more often turn to the society pages rather than the sports pages. And she would look at the sales ads wondering how she would look in the outfits that were shown. When she did watch movies on the T.V. she found that she could get so emotional about the littlest things. Tears would come to her eyes so easily. And she would start to giggle sometimes. The following day brought new things to Jennifer's life. Donna came in carrying a few bags with names of stores on them. Jennifer was already out of bed looking out the window when Donna walked in and presented the bags to her. "Good morning Jennifer. How are you doing today? You seem to be in better spirits." "Yes I am. I can't explain it but in a way, this is starting to be exciting for me. Besides, what else can I do but accept my life. I guess it was just such a shock to me when the doctor first told me what had happened." "Oh dear, it would have shocked anyone to wake up and find you are not the person you had been." Just then Jennifer noticed the bags Donna had in her hands. "What is all this?" "I have bought you a few more things to get your new wardrobe started." In one bag, Jennifer found several more pairs of panties. Some were made of cotton and were of the brief style. There was one pair that was white, one pink, one blue, one pair had tiny blue flowers all over. There were panties that had dots, stripes, pink rose buds, yellow roses, and blue roses. And there were other panties in the bag as well. Donna explained that the other panties were called "hip huggers". They would not come up all the way to the waist. These were made of nylon and were in different colors. Each panty had a contrasting lace trim with a tiny little bow in front of the same material as the trim. Across the back on each was the day of the week. White had, "Sunday," across the back in pink. Monday was across one pair that was a pale blue. Tuesday was on the green panty. Wednesday crossed the yellow panty. Thursday was on the purple. Friday was on the black. And Saturday was on the pink. Looking at the panties the first thought Jennifer had was, "These are absolutely adorable!" "Now for your first lesson in womanhood. For now, you will need to use a sanitary napkin all the time. You are still healing and bleeding a little. Also, there may be some discharge that you will need to control. The best way is to use one of these pads in your panties. Also you might as well get used to the way they feel. From now on, you will be using them along with tampons at least 5 days each month during your period." "Let me show you how to use them. First pull your panties up to about your knees. Just like that. Now peel the backing off of the pad. That sticky side will go to your panties. Put the pad in the middle of the crotch. If you buy the pads with wings, they are a lot easier to place since the wings will force you to put the pad in the right spot. But for now, just place it there." With that, Donna indicated the place for Jennifer to put her first maxi pad. "And at first it will feel kind of strange having that pad between your legs but you will get used to it and soon you will be so glad you have it there. Nothing is more embarrassing to a woman than to have a period and get blood all over her clothes." As Jennifer pulled her panties up and adjusted the fit around her waist, she realized Donna was right. It did feel strange having that pad between her legs and yet there was something comforting about it. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Being a woman that is. But Jennifer's life was just starting. Once that realization came to her, she did something she had never done before, she started to cry. "What's wrong sweetie?" Donna asked. The concern showed in her voice. "Oh it is nothing really. I am just being silly again. I was just thinking about all the changes that have and will happen to me. It was still a lot to handle. And I was just thinking how nice you have been to agree to help me like this." "Oh sweetie, I am happy to do it." And with that, Donna gave Jennifer a hug. It was the kind of hug shared between girls. While it made Jennifer feel good, there was nothing more to it than just a hug between friends. "Oh Donna, thank you!! I love it!," was all Jennifer could say as she looked at herself in the mirror. Smiling Donna said, "It is just the thing to get you a man. If you ever let him see you wearing it, that is." And with that, both women started to giggle once again. "I have to go now. But I will be back later. Then I can show you more things about being a woman." Then giving her another hug, Donna left. Curious about what else was in the bags, Jennifer couldn't help herself. She had to peek inside each one. She found bras, two Capri pants, two really cute tops, a skirt and blouse, and one pair of flip-flops. Holding up the bra, she started to wonder what that felt like. Would it feel the same for her suddenly having boobs as it does for a girl growing into one, having to start out with training bras? She couldn't wait. She had to try it on right then. With that decision made, she slipped off her nightie and carefully laid it on the bed. The care she took with her gown surprised her. In the past, when she took off clothes (as a man that is), she just tossed them wherever. Now she was amazed at how careful she was with that gown. It took her a couple of minutes to figure out which way the bra was supposed to go. Once that was done, she then slipped her arms (her long slender arms) thru the loops formed by the straps. But then she had a lot of trouble. She just could not get the hooks done. Finally she gave up, put the bra back into the bag, put her nightie back on and got back into bed. Turning on the TV for something to do, she happened to come across one of those half-hour long commercials that are so common on cable. In the past, she had just ignored them. But this one caught her attention. The product was called "the wonder bra." According to the lady in the commercial, "This bra will make you look fuller and make you look bigger." The bra was supposed to lift your breasts to make you look a full cup size bigger and yet feel so good while you wore it. And because of the way the straps were made, they would not show under t-shirts or sheer blouses. Just the thing for everyday wear and those special evenings. Jennifer was so enthralled by this that she failed to notice the nurse on duty (not Donna) coming in with her lunch. Surprised and a bit embarrassed, when she noticed the nurse, Jennifer quickly changed the channel. But it had been too late. The nurse had seen what she was watching and just smiled. "We girls will do a lot to look better for our man won't we," was all she said. "Here is your lunch. Oh and don't worry, I got one of those bras myself and it does feel great." Giggling she added, when I wore mine for the first time, my husband could not keep his hands off of me. That was the first time in years he wanted me like that. Funny how some men are breasts men. Well enjoy your lunch." And she left. Jennifer spent the rest of the day just watching TV and trying to relax. But something was tugging at her consciousness. She kept seeing the doctor's face looking down at her. She kept thinking of him holding her, kissing her as they danced a slow dance together. The next morning, Donna came in again just as Jennifer was waking up. She was so pleased to see Jennifer wearing the nightie and a pair of the hip-hugger panties she had gotten. "Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling today?" "I am good. But I did have a few rather strange dreams last night." "Oh? Anything you want to talk about?" "Not right now if you don't mind. Maybe later. So, what are we doing today?" "Doctor Brown thinks you need to start getting out of this room. And I bet you agree with him. What would you say to going out for lunch and a little shopping? As long as you don't overdo it, it should be ok." "I would love that but (giggle) I can't very well go out wearing this gown now can I?" (There was that giggle again! Lately she caught herself giggling a lot. In the past, she had never giggled but then she had not been a woman either). "Oh I totally agree and that is why I got you those things to wear. Go take a shower and make sure to use this hair remover on your arms and legs. No man wants to be seen with a hairy woman." "Just what do I do with this stuff?" "It's easy. Just smear it on and let it stay on for about 10 minutes. Then when you take your shower, the hair will just come right off and go down the drain. It is much easier and safer than using a razor." Then Donna said, "I'll be back in an hour and we can get you ready for your day in public. I think you will love it." Jennifer took the bottle into the bathroom, took off her nightie and panties, and then proceeded to apply the hair remover. The smell was not all that pleasant but she put up with it because something inside told her she had to. Once in the shower, the warm water felt so good to her. She let the water soothe her and melt away the cares she had had. She then started to explore her new body, really explore it for the very first time. She felt of her breasts and tickled her nipples with a finger. Feelings of excitement started to flood her being. Then without thinking, one hand slid down her belly to her new crotch. She had finally gotten used (sort of) to not having a cock there. But now she started to finger her new vagina. Slowly she started to touch it. Then, almost as if her fingers had a mind of their own, one slipped into that hole and started to massage her clitoris. She found the sensation so incredible! As she rubbed faster and faster, waves of ecstasy flooded over her. She felt her clitoris become engorged with blood as she continued rubbing it. She couldn't control herself even though she tried. One finger, then two and finally three were in her. She found that by rubbing a certain spot, she could send waves of delight coursing through her. And she had never experienced anything so intense before. And as she fingered herself, she started to moan softly. Afraid a nurse would come into the room, hear her moaning and worry that something was wrong, she tried to keep quiet. But it didn't work. She just could not prevent her moans of delight. Her eyes closed as she got closer and closer to her first orgasm. Finally, she felt her whole body go rigid and then the sudden relief that came from satisfying a woman's desire for a man. (Giggling to herself, maybe I need to find a man to penetrate me for real she thought). By the time Donna returned, Jennifer had gotten dressed. She had put on the panties that said Wednesday on them and put in place a maxi pad the way Donna had shown her. She had then managed to get into the bra, top, capris and flip-flops. "Now I just need to do something about my hair and nails," she thought as she looked herself over in the mirror. As Donna walked in, she saw Jennifer looking at herself in the mirror. "Fun getting ready for the day now isn't it," she asked. "Oh Donna! You startled me. I didn't hear you come in." "Turn around and let me take a look." As Jennifer turned slowly around, Donna just said, "very nice. You did well for your first time. Did you have any problems? Everything go ok for you?," Giggling Jennifer replied, "it did once I figured out this bra. There must be an easier way to put in on other than having to reach around and get the hooks done while they are behind you. And I had a very, "interesting thing happen to me in the shower." "Oh? Anything you care to share with me," Donna asked. A light of understanding seemed to be in her eyes. "Later. For now let's get me ready for a day out of here." "I'll show you an easy way to get your bar on later. For now I want to give you your first lesson in putting on makeup. Sit down here in this chair and let's get started." "The first thing we want to do is hide any spots you may have. To do that, use this concealer. You just dap a little on those places where you may have a blemish or a dark spot. Using your fingertips like this, smooth it out so there isn't any sudden change in your skin color." And with that, Donna proceeded to apply the concealer to Jennifer. "Now that we have done that, it is time for the foundation. This will be applied the same way the concealer was just over every inch of your face. When you buy some yourself, try to stay close to your natural skin color. The foundation will even out your skin tone and give you a nice even color." Jennifer got some of the makeup on her finger and started to smear it on her face. "Work it from the center of your face toward the outside," Donna instructed. "There, just like that. Perfect!" "Now we put on translucent powder. This will set your foundation and give you a beautiful finish. Take this powder puff and gently pat the powder onto your face. Don't worry about how much you get on. We will take care of the extra in a minute." As Jennifer patted her face with the puff, she thought to herself, "I am really doing this. I am putting on makeup so I look more like a woman! I must be nuts but something inside is so loving this." "Now with this big fluffy brush, gently dust off the extra powder. You may want to use some of that extra powder on your eye lids. You will find out why in a minute." "Men love their women to have a rosy glow on their cheeks. To accomplish that, we use a blush. With this brush, just gently put some blush on the "apples" of your cheeks. Not too much. Remember you want just a hint of color." "Perfect!" Giggling Donna asked Jennifer, "Are you sure you have never done this before? You are very good with this part at least." Blushing a deeper red than the color she had just put on, Jennifer said shyly, "No, this is my very first time." Then Donna said, "The next thing we are going to do is your eyes. Since this is a little tricky, I will do it for you the first time so you can get an idea what to do." "Let's start with those brows of yours. Then need to be thinned and shaped. This will hurt but well worth the pain when a guy notices your eyes and is attracted to you." With that Donna proceeded to pluck Jennifer's brows. She took away stray hairs, hairs that were too long, and hairs that were not part of the overall shape desired. And just like she said, it hurt. It hurt so much Jennifer had tears in her eyes by the time Donna was finally satisfied with the results. "Now, this may seem silly to you but we are going to use this eyebrow pencil to give your brows even more color and shape. We are almost literally drawing on your brows. And we do it like this. Use your nose and the corners of your eyes as landmarks to see where you should use the pencil. See? Just like this." Donna continued working and explaining what she was doing and why. "For day time, you will want to wear a single shade of eye shadow. Simply use the applicator to put some on your lids. Smooth it on all the way from your lid to your brow so it is even and don't use too much. Like this. Close your eyes for just a moment." Jennifer felt the brush touching her eye lids and moving across them. The brush was gentle and strangely comforting as it put a soft brown color on her. Almost as quickly as it had started, the brush stopped. Then Donna said, "Ok, I'm finished and you can have a look now." In the mirror, Jennifer saw the face of a beautiful woman looking back at her. Her soft blue eyes peering out set off by the brow eye color she had on. But still there was a few things missing. "Since we are just going shopping today, I am not going to put any liner on you. That will wait until you are going for a more glamorous look. Like if you were going out to a concert or a fancy dinner. Still you need this." Donna held up a devise that looked like some sort of torture devise. "This is to curl your lashes. Take it, put it over your left eye so your lashes are in it and squeeze. While you do that, slowly count to ten. Be sure to fully open the curler before you take it away from you eye or you will pull your lashed out." Jennifer took the curler and did as she had been instructed. Pleased with her results, Donna had her then do the same with her right eye. While Jennifer had the curler up to her right eye, Donna reached into the bag that held all the makeup they were using and pulled out a small tube that was black and had a gold end that unscrewed. Taking the end off, she pulled out a rather funny looking brush. "Now we are going to make your lashes look longer and fuller. It is just the thing to bring out those eyes of yours, those beautiful eyes." Jennifer felt Donna using the brush to first add some mascara to her lashes and then to brush it onto them. As she did, Donna explained that the brush would separate each individual lash and coat it with the mascara. "Now Jennifer, we have only one more thing to put on your face. This lipstick. For a start, I think you should try this pink. Save the darker shades for evening wear. Here, I want you to do this. First take this liner and go around the outside of your lips. Just follow the contour with it." Looking in the mirror, Jennifer did as she was instructed. The liner left her lips looking a bit strange. But by this time, she trusted Donna's teaching. "Now Jennifer, take this lipstick and just fill in that outline. I'm sure you have seen other women doing it and have some idea what to do." "Yes I do have an idea of how to do it." Giggling Donna replied, "I thought so. You seem to be a natural at this part of your makeup. You did a marvelous job for your first time. At least I assume it is your first time putting on lipstick." Jennifer blushed. "Of course it is. Unless I got it from kissing a woman." As soon as Jennifer finished with the lipstick, Donna then handed her another small tube. This one was lip-gloss. She told Jennifer it would give her lips a shine guys often found very attractive. And since it was flavored, it would make her lips more kissable. "Just smooth some on whenever you feel your lips are a bit dry or want to make them shine. Always carry your lipstick and gloss in your purse." Then she noticed Donna doing something to her ears. There was a pinching sensation on each of her lobes. "Are we done yet?" Jennifer wanted to know. "Just let me put this pendant on you and we are done." With that, Donna pulled Jennifer's hair to one side as she slipped a dainty pendant around her neck and fastened the clasp. The chain was silver and rather dainty. The pendant matched the earring she had on. "You may look at the final product now. I so hope you are pleased with it." As she slowly turned to look into the mirror one last time, Jennifer saw a beautiful young woman looking back at her. Her hair was shoulder length shag cut with bangs that ended just above her blue eyes. Her eyes were made even more attractive by the brown shadow and those lovely long lashes. And that mouth. The pink lipstick and gloss made them look absolutely perfect. Pulling back her hair so she could see what had been done to her ears, she saw she wore a pair of earring. They were silver stars with a white crystal in the middle of each. Reaching up she gently touched one to find out that even though her ears were not pierced (at least not yet), the earrings made it look like they were. Donna was saying something to her that brought her back from her revelry. "If you like, we can get your ears pierced in a few days. I thought you should get used to wearing earrings by using these magnetic ones for a while. You can choose between the ones you have on now, these little crosses, the sliver balls, or these blue crystals. Also, if you want, there are a lot of clip-ons that you may want to get. Just depends on what you want and your outfit." "Still, what do you think of yourself now?" Hugging her, Jennifer said to Donna, "Oh thank you. I never knew I could be so pretty!" (There were more strange feelings! Hugging without getting aroused< wanting to look pretty? Where were all those emotions coming from?) "Jennifer, put on your flips-flops, take this purse and come with me. You are going to make your first appearance in public. The doctor wants you to start getting out and getting some exercise. But don't worry. If you start to get tired, let me know and we can stop for the day." Taking the purse Donna offered, Jennifer followed Donna out the door and into a whole new life. Walking out of the hospital for the first time in several weeks, Jennifer felt the sun on her face. The warm breeze did something to her. It made her feel so alive and happy. The fresh air smelt so sweet after the scent of the room she had been forced to stay in all this time. Donna led her to a shiny little blue car, opened the door for her and told her how to get in like a lady (a very important lesson for when Jennifer wore a skirt). Then Donna got in the driver's seat, started the car and proceeded out the parking lot and down the street. The first stop for the day was a salon so Jennifer could get her first manicure. Together they walked in and Donna told the lady at the desk they were there for their appointment. Checking the list, Patti found their names and led them to a table. The person that took care of Jennifer was named Shawna. She had Jennifer put her fingers into a bowl of a liquid to soften her nails. Then while that was going on, Shawna started asking Jennifer how she wanted her nails done. "What do you mean? There are different ways nails can be done? Jennifer asked. "Oh my goodness yes. Do you want square tips or the more traditional rounder tips? Would you like them to be one color or like the French, half one color and half another? Or maybe you would like them painted with a design." Before she could say anything, Jennifer heard Donna say, "She wants the traditional rounded tips with a shade of pink polish. These are all things you are going to have to decide when we have them done at the salon." That was when Jennifer noticed the shelves that had bottles of polish on them. So many colors to choose from! How did women ever decide what color to use?" Donna standing behind her told Jennifer, "Start simple and pretty. Save the more dramatic colors for special occasions." Shawna totally agreed once she learned that Jennifer was getting her first professional manicure. She indicated that after she had finished with Jennifer's nails, they would be the best looking they had ever been. And with that she started to work. First she had Jennifer soak her fingers in something to soften them up. Then she started working on trimming the nails of the left hand. She used a nail file to start to shape them. She also buffed them to a smooth finish. As Jennifer sat there and watched, Shawna worked quickly and yet professionally. She put some type of form on Jennifer's fingers and then she applied the acrylic that would become the new nails. After it had set, Shawna then used the file once again to shape them, removing the rough edges. Next came the polish. Jennifer watched in fascination as her nails were coated in the bright pink color. It was called, "Rose Petal Pink". Shawna explained that most of the time there needed to be two coats to do the job right. The first coat is to just cover the nails and the second to fully bring out the color. Then a final coat of clear polish so your colored polish is protected, allowing it to last longer without chipping. The whole process took about an hour to complete. Instead of just waiting, Donna had her nails done at the same time. By the time Shawna had finished, Jennifer had long pink shiny nails that took a bit of getting used to. She had never let her nails get that long before. But (the medicine must have been working on her) she liked the way they looked on her. She kept admiring them until her and Donna left the salon and started on their way to the mall. The mall presented Jennifer with another new experience. They had just barely walked in when Jennifer whispered to Donna, "I have to go pee." Donna nodded and said, "Me too. Let's go." Finding the restrooms, Donna got in line with the other women there. Jennifer kind of held back scared to enter that area of total womanhood. Seeing her discomfort, Donna took Jennifer's arm and gently led her in. She whispered, "relax, no one will ever know. Just go into the stall, do what you have to do. Oh, and did you bring a spare maxi-pad in your purse?" Checking in her purse, Jennifer whispered, "There is one here but I don't remember putting it there." Smiling at her, Donna said, "A woman never leaves home without a napkin or tampon in her purse just in case." Then she added, it is time to change the one you have now. Do that after you pee and have wiped. And also remember to wipe from front to back. That will help prevent something nasty from occurring." "If you finish before I do, just watch the other women and do what they do. Wash your hands real good and pretend to check your lipstick in the mirror. I shouldn't be too long." Doing what she had been told, Jennifer entered the first stall that became available. As soon as the door was closed, she hung her purse on the hook that was on the door, pulled down her capris and panties, sat down and relieved herself. She realized that even without thinking about it, she had sat down to pee instead of standing up like she had done for so long. It just seemed natural for her to do so. She had just walked out of the stall after getting everything back in the proper place when Donna stepped up beside her, led her to the sinks. There the two of them washed hands and checked makeup. "Now we start having some fun," Donna told her. "We are going to do what women do best. We are shopping. You will get to try on things and if you like it, maybe even buy it. You need so many new things. This is just the start of your new wardrobe." Leading Jennifer into one store, Donna led her to the dresses. She started looking thru all of them for Jennifer's size. Finding the size she needed, Donna started to hand Jennifer a few. Quickly Jennifer had four dresses in her arms and felt Donna guiding her to the fitting room area. "I can't go in there!" Jennifer exclaimed. "And why not?" "There are women in there in various stages of dress!" "So? What do you think you are? Still a man," she whispered. The realization once again came to Jennifer that her life as a man was completely over. She was a woman and had to live with that fact. The area had a central common area with rooms off of it. Donna found an empty room, led Jennifer into it and said, "Start trying on these. When you have one on, come out and let me see." Stepping into the first room that was open, Jennifer pulled off pants and top. Then she unzipped the dress, removed it from the hanger and stepped in to it. It was a simple blue shirt dress with buttons up the front and a wide belt at the waist. The hem was just below Jennifer's knees and the collar was open just low enough to give a hint of her cleavage. As soon as she had it buttoned up, Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. Turning from side to side, she looked at how the dress fit. It was almost perfect, just the thing for everyday wear. Stepping out of the dressing room to show Donna, Jennifer felt odd, like she should have been wearing dresses all her life. But she knew that had not been the case. Still, she loved the feeling of that dress as it brushed against her legs when she walked. And so it went, Donna suggesting dresses and skirts for Jennifer to try on and Jennifer putting each one on for fit and look. Finally, Jennifer had a total of 3 new dresses, four skirts, four blouses and two sweaters. The fun thing for her was trying on the sweaters and seeing how they enhanced her bust. Almost like the sweaters increased her boob size. But she knew that was not the truth. It just looked that way. Taking all her selections to the checkout area, Jennifer laid everything on the counter. The sales lady commented on each one as she scanned the tag and rang up the total. When she asked Jennifer how she was going to pay, Donna handed her a credit card and said, "It's a special present from me." Turning to Jennifer, the sales lady said, "Oh you lucky girl! Is it your birthday?' Giggling Jennifer slightly blushed and replied, "You could say that." Donna just smiled. With the bags of clothes in hand, Jennifer and Donna next went to the discount shoe store. Donna had said that flip-flops are ok for some things but not for everything. And Jennifer would need something a bit dressier to wear. As soon as they were in the store, Donna led Jennifer to the women's shoes. She then had her slip off the flip-flops and put on a pair of footies so she could try on shoes. Even though they were just to cover her foot, they were Jennifer's first pair of hose. They felt so different from the socks she had worn as a man. She was amazed at show sheer they were. The first time she tried to pull one on, it ripped. Donna told her to be easy pulling them on. They would stretch but only so far. With that, she handed Jennifer a new one. This time, she was able to get it on without any problems. Donna then had Jennifer stand up and put her left foot into the measuring devise. She had to make sure what size Jennifer wore. As it turned out, Jennifer was almost a perfect size 6. Finding the shoes in her size, Donna then started handing Jennifer shoes to try on. There were flats, pumps, slings, dressy sandals, casual sandals and sneakers. Some had heels that were only 1 ? inches high and Jennifer found them very easy to walk in. Then, while waiting for Donna to make another selection, Jennifer saw a pair of slings that had a 3 inch spike heel. She just had to try them on. Taking the shoes out of the box, she slipped them on and tried to stand up. Being it was her first time in heels, she was not very steady but she quickly learned how to stand there without wobbling. Then came the real test, walking. Shaky at first, she took her first steps in heels. She wobbled a bit as her ankles kept trying to turn. After waking the length of the aisle, she discovered the way to walk in them. It was just a matter of balance. And if she would just sway her hips a little, she found that walking in those heels was so much easier. Turning around at the end of the aisle, she saw Donna just standing there watching her, a big smile on her face. "Looks like you want something a bit more than what I have suggested to you." "Oh Donna, I'm sorry. I just saw these and had to try them on. Are you upset with me?" "Oh sweetie, not at all. Just surprised at how quickly you learned to walk in heels that high and to be so graceful doing it." A big smile came over her face as she added, "are you absolutely sure you have never worn heels before?" Jennifer blushed as she softly said, "Never." By the time they had finished with Jennifer trying on shoes, she had a pair of cute ballet style flats, a pair of pumps, two pairs of slings (one pair with a three inch heel), a pair of dressy sandals (in case she got asked out to a fancy place), a pair of casual sandals (for "play time"), and a pair of sneakers. They had so many bags by this time; Donna suggested a trip to the car would be a good idea. Put the bags in the trunk so they would have their hands free for more shopping. Walking back into the mall after going to the car, Donna got a big grim on her face. "I know just what you need now. You need some jewelry. A girl needs lots of things to make her look ever more beautiful. Let's see about getting you some." With that, Donna led Jennifer into a store that specialized in earrings and cute necklaces. Taking her by the hand, she led her to the counter where there was a stool and had her sit down on it. When a salesgirl came up to them, Donna took her by the hand and led her to one side. Whispering in her ear, she told the girl that her friend was a late bloomer and was just ready for her first pair of earrings. The girl, whose name was Anna, said to Jennifer, "you must be very excited about this. I still remember when I got my ears pierced and my first pair of real earrings. I was 14 at the time and Momma took me to have it done for my birthday." "Actually I am very nervous about it all," was Jennifer's reply. "Just relax and hold real still. It will be over before you know it." With that, the girl took a small marking pen and made a small dot on each of Jennifer's ear lobes. Then she put what looked like a very bid, "gun," to the left lobe, adjusted the placement a little and pulled the trigger. Jennifer heard a puff of air and felt a sharp pain in her ear lobe. Satisfied with the results, Anna did the same to the right lobe. "There, all done. Now you will need to keep earrings in all the time for the next two weeks except when you are cleaning the area. And make sure to turn the studs every couple of hours for the next few days." As she sat there feeling the new studs she had in her ears, Donna came up to her and handed her several pairs of earrings. There was one pair that was just a silver ball, one were crosses ( a small dainty looking cross for each ear), one pair was simulated pearls, two pair were of a style that dangled, and there was one pair of gold hoops. "This will just get your earring collection started," Donna informed her. As soon as Donna had paid for everything, they walked out of the store and started toward the car. Walking do the mall, Jennifer was thinking about all she had experienced that day when suddenly she stopped. Turning around she scanned the backs of head retreating from her. "What is it?" "I just saw someone I knew in high school. At least I think it was him." "Are you talking about a guy or a girl?" "A guy. We were best friends in school. We were best friends and did a lot together." "Then maybe you should look him up and get reacquainted with him." "Why? When so much has happened to me lately. I know he will not recognize me. And Do you think I am really ready for that?" "All the more reason for you to meet with him now and of course you are ready. Just look at you. Give me his name and I will see if I can arrange something between the two of you. You need to start getting out and really living." "May we just go back now? It has been a real big day and I am getting very tired." "Of course we can. And you are right; it has been a big day for you." On the way back to the hospital, Donna brought up a new area for Jennifer to start thinking about. "You know, it is almost time for you to leave the hospital and get back into life. Have you thought about where you are going to live and what sort of job you would want to do?" "Not really. But I guess you are right. I can't live in that hospital room forever, can I?" "No. But I do have a suggestion. How would you like to move in with me for the time being. That way you would have me to advise you if you had a question. And since I live all alone, I have plenty of room." Jennifer couldn't help herself. She reached over and gave Donna a big hug. "Oh thank you. That would be great. When can I move in?" "We can get you moved in this weekend. We will get you all settled right away." After Donna had left Jennifer in her room, Jennifer started to pull out the things she had gotten, her skirts and blouses, her dresses, shoes. She would hold one up to her and try to imagine how she would look in it. Then she put it on a hanger and carefully placed it in the closet. She felt tears starting to run down her face. Here she was with a new friend that really cared about her, the start of a new wardrobe and a new life. She was really happy. So why was she crying? The next morning found Jennifer awake and dressed when Donna came in. Jennifer had chosen to wear her new flower print dress and navy slings. Donna also noticed she had done her own makeup and had done a very good job of it. Apparently Jennifer was a fast learner even for things that she had never done before. "My goodness you are looking very pretty today. I really like you choice of outfits for today. And you did a marvelous job with your makeup. I take it you are ready to move out of this place." "Oh Donna, I am so ready. I had a dream last night about being out and on my own. Let's skip breakfast and get me out of here. Please," Jennifer begged. With that, the two of them started to pack Jennifer's things into the boxes Donna managed to find. They managed to talk an orderly into carrying the boxes out to Donna's car. As they left the hospital parking lot, Jennifer looked ad Donna and said, "he was rather cute for a guy wasn't he?" With a look of surprise, Donna smiled, giggled and then said, "Yeah he was. But I'm afraid I am a bit old for him. But you aren't." Jennifer just blushed. Donna lived in a small house near the edge of the city, just 30 minutes from the hospital. The house, even though small, had a certain charm about it. It looked like a smaller version of a mansion from an old southern plantation. There was an enclosed front porch, lots of windows and a well-kept yard. With a box in her arms, Jennifer was led into the house and to a bedroom near the back of the house. "This will be your room. I hope you like it." In the room was a four poster bed, a chest of drawers, a rather large walk-in closet and a makeup vanity complete with a lighted makeup mirror. The bed had what appeared to be a new bedspread and pillows. Around the bottom of the bed, hanging down to the floor was a ruffled bed skirt. From the posters was a canopy trimmed in lace. "Put that box down and let me show you the rest of the house." With that, Donna gave Jennifer a tour of the house. "Here is your bathroom. Don't worry. I have one of my own. It seems who ever built this house had a bathroom for each bedroom." The tour then continued. "Here is the kitchen. You will have complete freedom in this house. I want you to think of it as your home." "So, what do you think of your new home? Think you will like it here?" "Oh Donna, it is wonderful," Jennifer said. Then hugging Donna, she said, "thank you for everything." "I have to get back to work. Tell you what, how about after I get off, we go out for dinner? Do you like Chinese food?" Smiling, Jennifer replied, I do as long as I am not expected to use chopsticks." "It's a deal. I know of a great little place not too far from here. Well, until then. Make yourself at home. Remember, this is your house as well." And with that, Donna left. Jennifer unpacked her things, putting each away carefully. She arranged her closet so her dresses were together as were the couple of skirts she had (definitely need more of them). The shoes were laid out in a neat row. Then she put her "dainty" things (things women wore under their clothes) into the chest of drawers. Panties and bras went in one drawer. The next drawer would be for her slips and nighties. She suddenly thought of something she had seen other women wearing but she didn't have any of her own yet. Pantyhose. All women wore pantyhose at one time or another. She would have to get several pairs before too long. Once that chore was done, Jennifer started to wonder what to do the rest of the day. She didn't want to just stay inside and watch T.V. Picking up the phonebook, she started to look at the map in it and found that there was a library a few blocks away. It would be a very easy thing to walk there. That is if she didn't try to walk in her heels. She changed shoes, going from the heels she had been wearing to her flats. She had considered wearing her sneakers but didn't want to ruin the look of her outfit. Taking her purse (good thing Donna had thought to give her a house key), she ventured out on her own for the first time. The sun was warm against her face as she walked down the street. She noticed birds singing in the trees. A gentle breeze made her dress flow. The wind blowing gently up under her dress felt so incredible. Never had she even considered such a feeling. As she walked into the library, she felt the urge to go pee. With a confidence gained from her day at the mall, she went right in to the ladies restroom. It was like she had been doing that all her life. Not even for a second did she think about going into the men's side. When she had finished and gotten herself put back together, Jennifer went into the main part of the library. She was amazed at how many different things were there; cd's, tapes, paperback books, books on almost every subject you could think of, newspapers, and magazines. As she was perusing the magazines, she found one caught her eye. It was a women's magazine on fashion. Taking it to a comfortable chair she started reading it. Without realizing it, she had spent 3 hours there just reading. Getting up, she returned the magazine to the rack where she found it and left the library. Ideas from the magazine started to swirl in her head. As she walked home, she got to thinking, "I can't just be a 'sponge' and let Donna pay for everything. I need to find a job so I can help her with the bills and start to support myself. Tomorrow I will go back and see if I can find something." She had been home just a few minutes when Donna returned from her job. During dinner the two of them discussed what Jennifer had done that day. When Jennifer suggested that she needed a job, Donna was a bit surprised. "Are you sure you are ready for that?" she asked. Jennifer replied, "I supposed I am. After all, I can can't expect you to support me for the rest of my life now can I?" "Ok but only if you are certain you are ready for that step," Donna told her. The rest of the evening the two of them spent cleaning up after dinner and then settling in for an evening of watching T.V. with conservation mixed in. About 9:30, Jennifer indicated she was getting sleepy and would be going to bed. Donna smiled and reminded her that the next day is Saturday and a chance for the two of them to sleep in. Jennifer had just gotten into bed, her little pink nightie creeping up to her waist as she slid into bed when Donna knocked on the door. "May I come in?" "Why of course you may! This is your house after all." "And it is yours as well now." Donna walked in wearing a sheer black baby doll nightie with red lace trim. Jennifer could see Donna's little matching panties underneath. And she could also see Donna's round full breasts. Donna slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "I have a confession to make. I find you so beautiful and attractive. You don't know this about me but since we are getting to be such close friends, I feel like I can tell you." "You're not a murderess are you?" "Oh my goodness no! I have feelings for you. I want to share something with your right now." With that Donna slid into bed next to Jennifer. She gently put her hand to Jennifer's face and holding it, leaned over to gently kiss her on the lips. Jennifer was a bit surprised at first but the longer Donna kissed her. The more she liked the way it made her feel. The kiss started out soft and so gentle. But each second found it growing more and more intense. Almost without thinking, Jennifer started to kiss her back. There they were, in bed together, two women kissing each other. Donna slowly reached up and put a hand on Jennifer's left breast. Gently she rubbed the nipple with a finger. Waves of excitement coursed through Jennifer. Then Donna stopped kissing her. She sat up and took her nightie off, tossing it to the floor. She helped Jennifer sit up and take off her nightie as well. But it didn't stop there. As Jennifer watched, Donna stood up and slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. There she was totally naked and looking so beautiful. Donna indicated for Jennifer to take her panties off as well. Standing up, Jennifer did as she had been bidden to do. Why she did it she was not sure. It was almost like Donna had cast a spell over her. As soon as she had her panties off, Jennifer got back into bed and felt Donna get in beside her. Once again, Donna started to kiss Jennifer but now her hand slipped to between her legs. Slowly Donna started to rub Jennifer's womanhood. Jenifer could feel her getting hot and so wet where Donna was rubbing her. Their lips pressed against each other's as were their bodies. Donna started to slide down Jennifer's body, gently kissing it as she went until she put her head between Jennifer's legs. Without thinking about it, just responding to what felt like the right thing to do, Jennifer spread her legs wide, exposing her wet excited pussy to Donna. Donna's tongue started to gently tickle it. Slowly she slid it up and down Jennifer. As she got Jennifer more and more sexually aroused, she slid her tongue into Jennifer as far as she could. "Oh Jenny, you feel so good to me. How do you like being a woman now?" Jenny could only moan with delight. She put her hands onto Donna's head and pushed her deeper between her legs. She never thought being a woman could make her feel so good, so sexy, and so horny. That was the word for how she felt right now, horny. Without asking for permission, Donna stopped licking Jenny and worked her way back up to kiss her on the lips once again. But this time, as she did so, Donna slid a finger into Jenny's vagina. She moved it in slow gentle circles until she found Jenny's clitoris and started rubbing it. Then there were two fingers in working on her. And finally three fingers. All three gently sipping into her vagina, making her body spasm with ecstasy as Donna massaged her. Donna rubbed Jenny with her fingers getting faster and faster. Jenny had no control over her body. She could feel the excitement building. She had never experienced such intense feelings of passion before. She could hear her breathing coming in pants. In her ears she heard herself moan with delight. Her whole body was tingling and on fire for Donna. Finally, without warning, her body went rigid and then she had a feeling of a sudden release of the tension. She had had her first orgasm brought on not by herself but by someone else. But it didn't stop there. Donna then had Jenny lick her too. As Jenny put her face between Donna's thighs, Donna placed her hands in Jenny's hair and forced her deeper into that spot. She then told Jenny to stick out her tongue and lick it just like she had done. Jenny did as she had been instructed. Slowly her tongue touched Donna's excited clit. Jenny was surprised at how soft it was and yet so big. And that taste, she would never forget the way it tasted to her. Never having done that, Jenny got instructions from Donna as to what to do. Donna must have already been fondling herself before she came in to be with Jenny because she climaxed rather quickly. But her lessons for Jenny about being a woman in bed were not over. Donna had a few toys for the two of them to use. One was a model of a man's penis when he is excited. Donna told Jenny it is called a strap-on because that is what you did with it. You strapped it on and then you penetrate the woman you are with. Or a man if he wants to let you get into him anally. It was a harness made out of leather and had what looked like a man's erect penis. Jennifer watched as Donna put it on. Then she laid back and spread her legs again for Donna. As soon as Donna had it on, she got on top of Jenny. Slowly she slid the soft plastic penis down into Jenny, penetrating her just as a man would. Jenny felt her vagina stretch to allow the penis into her. It hurt a lot at first because she had never had anything but a few fingers inside. Now it felt like a big hard sausage was pushing its way in. The curve of the dildo was such that it just touched Jennifer's, "G-spot". Just when she thought she could not stand it anymore, Donna stopped pushing in and started to slowly pull back out. The surface of the toy rubbed the walls of her "womanhood" and started to arouse her like nothing else had. Donna started thrusting the penis in and out, gradually getting faster and trying to go deeper each time. Jennifer could feel it sliding in and out of her. And as it did, waves of ecstasy started to flood Jenny's consciousness yet again. She felt her body responding to Donna's touch; her kisses and the feeling of being made into a real woman. She lost herself to the experience. The more Donna thrust into her, the more excited Jenny got. She was starting to pant and feel her body move without her wanting it to. "More," she thought to herself. "I want more!" As hard as she tried to prevent it, she heard herself start to moan with because of the passion of the moment. Her hands went up and pulled Donna's head to her as they kissed. All the while, Donna was thrusting deep into Jenny. Donna didn't stop until Jenny climaxed for a third time that night. Then, as soon as jenny had a moment to rest, Donna took off the toy, handed it to Jenny and said, "now it's your turn to do me. Just put it on like you saw me do and start to force it in to my wet hot pussy. Jenny did as she had been instructed and was amazed at how quickly Donna had an orgasm. It seemed to Jenny like it took a long time but Donna was already excited and well on her way to climaxing with Jenny. Jenny knew exactly when it happened for Donna because Donna let out moan and she went rigid. Such a feeling of satisfaction and desire flooded Donna's body. Jenny took off the devise, gently tossed it to the floor and put her arms around Donna. They then fell asleep like that, holding on to each other. As she slept, Jenny had dreams of being a bride on her wedding night. She saw herself coming to bed in a white night gown and no panties. Her breasts heaving with anticipation of having her new husband making passionate love to her, filling her with his seaman and bringing her to a new awareness of her womanhood. The morning found Jenny slowly waking up. She was alone but still naked. Looking around, she saw how the bed had been messed up. Donna was in her bathroom humming to herself as she showered. She must have heard Jenny open the door because she said, "Good morning sleepy head. I trust you slept well after the fun of the night we shared." "So it wasn't all a dream? We really did what I think