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I am Alex Part 1 I really had to leave school at sixteen and find a job to help my Mum with the household finances. My Father died of a sudden heart attack when I was only nine. He left no life insurance or any other funds for my Mother. She managed to keep things going by working long hours, sometimes two jobs to keep us (I am an only child) with a roof over our head. I helped any way I could and quickly learned how to keep the house clean, do the weekly shopping and look after the household laundry. I worked hard at school and passed all my exams, but it was clear that a university education was beyond our means. I managed to get a job as a junior clerk at a big IT company near our home. The job did not exactly tax my intelligence, but the pay was reasonable and helped to ease any financial problems at home and enabled my Mum to get back to working a normal working week. I adore my Mum and because of the early death of my Father, we are very close and have no secrets. My Mum is very, very attractive and has many admirers, but she has always shunned their attention to make sure I received the best upbringing. I really do not have any close friends as my Mum is the only friend I need and I think she feels the same, we really love one another's company. I often sit in her bedroom when she is getting dressed and admire the style of her clothing and I love the transformation that applying her makeup makes to her appearance. So much so that one day I ask, "Can I see whether your lipstick would improve my appearance?" "Are you serious?" She asks "Boys do not normally wear lipstick". "Surely Mum that is their choice. There is nothing on the label that says 'Men Only' and I think it would make me look prettier than I am". "It is usually girls who want to look pretty, Boys normally want to look handsome" Says Mum. "Well Mum, I want to look pretty, as you are pretty. Can I see how I look?" "OK - I will help you see how you look". Mum explains how I have to purse my lips and then applies the gentle red colour she is currently using. She then dabs my lips with a tissue and invites me to look in the mirror. "Mum, don't you agree that I look much prettier with my lips brightened up in this way?" "Alex, you really do look lovely, but do you think this is the way a boy should look?" "Why ever not?" I ask "I don't see why I the use of lipstick is exclusive to girls, besides I really love the way I now look. Please let me use it, I don't care what other people think, but I hope it does not upset you." "You must do what you feels is correct and if that is the case I will be very happy for you and certainly will not stop you" This is how I started to wear makeup. Mum gave me this lipstick and I wore it all weekend and was delighted at my improved appearance. I went to work on the Monday with my lipstick adorning my lips. This caused quite a stir at the office, which I did not understand. Everyone asked me why I was wearing lipstick and I simply told them that it improved my appearance. My best friend at the office, Fiona, asked if I was worried that people would think I was a Sissy. "Fiona" I said "They can think what they like, I am not a Sissy, I just love the improvement to my appearance that lipstick makes" Within a week, no one seemed to notice and I was treated like anyone else in the office. The next thing I wanted to improve in my appearance was my hair. It is a rich brown colour, like my Mum's but hers is always full and glossy and waves around being about shoulder length. I decided I wanted my hair to have this appearance. I simply let it grow, shampooed it regularly and added mousse and started to blow dry it give it more volume. I started to use a ladies hair salon and explained to the stylist what I wanted. She was superb and trimmed and developed my hair as it grew. After several months, I had achieved the volume and flowing lines I had craved for. Mum told me that this gave me a very feminine look and was this what I wanted to achieve. In fact she directly asked me if I was gay. "Mum, I am a boy, I do not fancy other boys and there are several girls I would love to date. I just adore looking pretty. Is that a crime?" "You are different from other people" Mum said "That is certain, but if you can live with the inevitable comments you will receive about your appearance, I have nothing but admiration for your determination to do what you want." I got the sort of remarks that Mum had suggested at the office. I simply told everyone that I saw no reason to be so conventional and that I could express my appearance any way that I wanted. Fiona came up to see me and suggested we meet up after work, to which I agreed. We went to a coffee shop near the office after work and Fiona said "You really do draw attention to yourself by the way you do your hair and wearing lipstick. I have to ask you, Alex, are you gay?" "Absolutely not, I see why people may think this of me, but I just really enjoy the way I look, which may be unconventional for a man, but all these comments are not going to stop me expressing myself the way I want". "Actually" Fiona said "I admire your self determination and I do find you an extremely charming and interesting young man. I will also confess to you that you really do look very pretty". I blushed and told her "That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me. You see I want to look pretty and in future want to be even prettier". Part 2 Very soon people at work and elsewhere came to accept the way I looked. I really got used to setting my hair and added highlights that made it more alive and attractive. I have very light facial hair and only need to shave a couple of times a week, but as I like my skin soft and smooth, I shave daily and rub in moisturising cream to keep it soft. I do not like body hair and so see that my legs, arms and armpits are always free from hair. One weekend, whilst shopping for a new lipstick at a big department store in our town, I selected the colour I wanted and gave it to the girl at the counter, who was superbly made up and looked absolutely stunning. "You really do look fantastic; the way you have applied your makeup" I told her "I wish I could look as pretty as you". "Would you like to know how it is done?" She asked with a smile. "If so, I can give you a demonstration this afternoon when my assistant will be here. If you then buy our range, there is no charge". I immediately fixed up an appointment. I arrived back in the afternoon and the girl sat me down in a quiet corner of the cosmetics department and spent the next hour working her magic on my face. She applied foundation followed by a light blusher to my cheeks, contouring it up my cheekbones, then black eyeliner sweeping it past the corner of my eyes, before applying several blue shades of eye shadow, black mascara to my eyelashes and after plucking a few stray hairs from my eyebrows she emphasised them with a dark colouring. Finally she applied a bright red gloss lipstick. All the while she was talking to me explaining what she was doing and how I could do it myself. She explained the selection was based on my skin colour and designed to compliment my hair. She said that it was the first time she had ever done this for a man and that she was surprised how uninhibited I was at having treatment which was really only used by women. I told her that I just loved to look pretty and facial makeup helped me achieve this. When she had finished she showed me the result in a big mirror. I could not believe how gorgeous I looked and my appearance sent a shiver down my spine. I knew at once, that this was going to be the way I would look from now on and purchased the full range that had been used. When I got home and greeted my Mother, she was clearly shocked. She was even more taken aback when I informed her that from now on, I always intended to wear full make up. "You realise that you now look more feminine than most women and people will almost certainly make rude remarks and ridicule you". "If I do look very feminine" I told her "So be it. I know that this look is so intoxicating that I simply cannot resist continuing to look this way. I am also sure that as this does not embarrass me in the least, people will soon get used to the way I look." "I have to confess" said Mum. "You are easily the prettiest person I have seen in years and you are clearly so comfortable with your appearance and you look so happy that I will support you at all times" I gave Mum a big hum and went to my bedroom to arrange my makeup on my dressing table. I touched up my makeup and reapplied the lip gloss and looked in the mirror for ages loving the reflection in front of me. I cleaned off my makeup when I went to bed and the following morning took a long bath before dressing. I then sat in front of the mirror and applied my own makeup for the first time. There were a few mistakes, but the girl from the cosmetic department had been a good tutor and I finally achieved the look I was after. I stayed that way all day and even went for a walk with Mum in the nearby park. Several people stared at me, but I just smiled at them. The fact that I am not the least embarrassed at my appearance meant that nobody showed any offence. I got up very early on Monday and dressed in a dark grey suit with white shirt and striped tie. I had applied my foundation before dressing and then completed my makeup, spent ages on my hair before leaving for the office. I just slipped my lipstick and gloss in my pocket. The office went silent as I walked in and everyone starred at me. I just spoke to a few people as I made my way to my desk and told them that from now on this is how I would look. I sat at my desk and got on with my work and soon the word had been past round the whole office. About mid morning Fiona came over to see me and told me what was being said. Fundamentally, they were used to my earlier more subtle use of makeup and that they accepted my new look and showed no offence. Within a couple of weeks, I don't believe anyone even noticed that I looked different. Part 3 As the weeks went by, I continued to look pretty with my hair and makeup, I got my ears pierced and after wearing gold studs for a time, I started to wear more interesting earrings, hoops and drop earrings in colours to match my clothing. I also realised that I wanted to look elegant as well as pretty. I am only five foot six tall and came to the conclusion that I would be more elegant if I were taller. To me the solution was simple I needed high heel shoes. So I went to a ladies shoe shop and bought a pair of black leather court shoes with a three inch heel. These were no good with socks so I wore them with black tights (pantyhose). I found tights felt wonderful on my legs. I then found fine denier tights were even more comfortable. I made sure that my trouser hems covered most of my shoe. The first pair of shoes had a fairly stubby heel, but as time went by I got used to and enjoyed wearing very fine stiletto heels and up to five inches high. They made my feet sore at first, but now I can stay in them all day without thinking about them. My new height really does improve my elegance and forces me to a much more refined posture. I love it when I sit down and you can see all of my shoe and a couple of inches of my fine denier tights. I soon stopped wearing black tights and now usually wear a flesh colour as it is simply more elegant. I have also been looking after my hands, carefully grooming my nails which are about quarter of an inch long and beautifully rounded with an emery board. I started to apply plain nail varnish but soon wanted something more elegant. Now my nails always match my lipstick, from pale frosty pink, through bright red, to deep burgundy. At first all these changes produced comment at the office, but this is no longer the case. I am just greeted and treated like everyone else I work with. Mum now enjoys the way I look and gets very excited with every addition I make to my appearance. She has also become more conscious of her own appearance and really does look stunning these days. One Saturday morning, after a long soaking bath, I towelled myself down and started to dress, underpants, fine denier pale tights, a white shirt, I then decided to get a cup of coffee, so I slipped on a pair of four inch heels to avoid laddering my tights before going to the kitchen to make my coffee. Mum was already up and sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coffee, so I joined her and we sat chatting about nothing in particular, when Mum suddenly said "You really have the most beautiful legs, it seems a shame to always cover them in trousers". "Whatever do you mean Mum, I can hardly go wandering around in tights, heels and a shirt" "Well, you could wear shorts at the weekend and have you ever considered wearing a skirt?" Mum asked. I laughed "You are being ridiculous" and left to finish dressing. But when I got to my bedroom, I could not help but look at my legs and realised that they are lovely. Later I drove into town (I now have a car) to do some shopping. I need a new suit and some bits and bobs of makeup. I could not get out of my mind what Mum had said about my legs. After buying my cosmetics, I was wandering through the store to leave and was passing through the ladies clothing department, my eye caught the most beautiful dress. It was simple with a lovely multi coloured print with red dominating. The dress was made of silk and had three-quarter length sleeves and a matching red leather belt. My Mum's words ringing in my ears, I simply had to try it on. I asked one of the assistants and she looked at me a bit strangely before asking what size I was. Of course, I had no idea, so she checked my measurements and suggested a UK size 8. I took the dress into a changing room, slipped off my trousers and shirt and put on the dress; the hem fell to about four inches above the knee. I somehow manage to pull up the back zip. I slipped on my heels and out of the changing room inspected myself in a full length mirror. The sales assistant was really excited, her hand shot to her mouth as she said "You look simply stunning, that dress was made for you". I looked at myself in the mirror and had to agree with her. "I'll take it" I said. I changed back and the assistant packed the dress and accepted my payment. "Please come again, we really have some lovely clothes that would suit you so well" She said. I thanked her and left the store. As I drove home, I realised that this was certainly another turning point in my life. I looked so pretty and elegant in this dress, surely this must be the way forward for me. I modelled the dress for Mum when I got home. She insisted we went out to dinner together to show me off, as she put it. We left in the early evening after Mum had lent me one of her handbags (purse). This made me think about all the accessories I would need if I started to regularly wear dresses and skirts. As we strolled down the driveway to get into the car, I experienced several new and wonderful sensations. The gentle breeze blowing up my skirt and freedom of movement as the skirt caressed about my legs. We had many admiring glances at the restaurant, not just me but Mum, dressed in a wide skirted plain navy dress, was also appreciated. I soon got the hang of walking in a dress and enjoyed the opportunity to fine tune my poise and hand movements. I spent the whole weekend in this dress and was rather sad to return to a suit on Monday morning. Over the next couple of weeks, I built up a comprehensive wardrobe of dresses, skirts, tops, blouses, a couple of coats and accessories, thanks to the help of the lovely shop assistant who had sold me my first dress. At her suggestion, I also visited the lingerie department and purchased loads of really pretty panties. This experience opened up to me the fantastic opportunities available to use clothes to express a mood or a way to present myself that is totally lacking in the limited range of men's clothing. I realised I had found a way of totally expressing my feelings. One weekend when I was satisfied that my new style wardrobe was adequate, I bundled all my menswear clothes into the attic and on Monday morning got up really early and bathed before dressing in as pretty pair of pink frilly panties, white fine denier tights, a cotton navy blue printed dress with full skirt that falls just to the knee, a wide navy blue leather belt and matching navy leather shoes with four inch stiletto heels and ankle straps. I carefully combed my hair which now falls over my shoulders and spent forever applying my makeup. I had painted my nails a vivid red the night before and finished my makeup off with a matching red lipstick. I have never felt more comfortable in my life I then went for a light breakfast with Mum who told me I had never looked so pretty, which delighted me. I picked up a matching navy handbag (purse) and dropped in some makeup, my wallet and a spare pair of tights before leaving for work. Everything feels good about what I am now wearing. I have never in my life felt so relaxed and confident. My appearance at the office clearly surprised everyone, but I simply told them that they had better get used to it, because this was my new image. I really do not care what other people think of me (except my Mum, of course) and my only interest is how I feel and I know that this style of dress is so satisfying to me. Part 4 Gradually over the next year or so, I learned more and more how to combine clothes, accessories, jewellery and makeup to the degree that I am the envy of all the girls in the office. My new confidence also shows in my work, as I have been regularly promoted and I am now section manager with my own office. I have absolutely no desire to become a woman, but I love being completely feminine. I work hard on my poise, gestures, the way I walk and my posture to enable me to be completely feminine. I love shopping for clothes and shoes. I find that pretty panties make me feel pretty and the range of styles is so much more interesting than men's underwear. I have also discovered stockings and I find wearing stockings with a suspender belt (garter belt) and matching panties under a beautiful dress is the ultimate in femininity, so much so that I never wear tights any more. I have also undergone electrolysis which has completely eliminated the hair from my beard, legs and arms. I find that clothes can be used to influence my work situation, which I find fascinating. Today I arrive in a bottle green straight jersey dress a narrow black belt, matching shoes with a modest three inch heel. My makeup is subtle but complete, but my nails and lipstick are my (almost) signature bright red. My jewellery is minimum, just a pair of gold earrings and a gold strapped watch. I have a meeting with some of my sales team and I want them to feel I am more a colleague than their boss as this will get the best out of them. The meeting goes well and I am sure they leave determined to impress me with results. In the afternoon, I have to do a presentation to the board of directors regarding a new project that I believe will really improve our business, it is risky but cutting edge technology and if successful will make us the leaders in our field. I have a cloakroom attached to my office and at lunchtime I change into a charcoal grey pin striped suit. The skirt is straight and falls just above the knee, the jacket is long sleeved with a narrow lapel that fits closely at the neck with four buttons down the front. I match the outfit with a pair of black leather court shoes with four inch heels and black seamed stockings with a narrow Cuban heel. I add a little more makeup, particularly my black eyeliner and mascara. I check my folder and pick up my memory stick for my Power Point presentation and then go to the board room for the meeting. I am deliberately five minutes late and open the door wide, before standing for a few seconds before entering the room. Yes all eyes are turned in my direction and although the three Executive Directors know me, this is the first time I have met the Chairman and three Non-executive Directors. The CEO introduces me to these four Directors and I am then invited to give my presentation. It takes about an hour including the Power Point presentation. I then invite questions; nearly all of them are both enthusiastic and supportive. However, one of the Executive Directors (who has never liked me) tries very hard to belittle me and destroy the project. I parry all his questions with ease. Eventually the other board members are putting him down. Finally, I am asked to leave the meeting to enable the Directors to discuss and vote on the project and its funding, which is considerable. About an hour later, I am summoned back to the board room to be informed that the Board has given the go ahead for the project and that I am to put together a team immediately to develop the project. I send out a memo to my selected candidates for project team. This invites them to a meeting the following day to inform them of the project and inviting each of them to join the team. The following day I wear a pink dress with white polka dots, it has a very full skirt and I add a stiff petticoat to slightly lift out the skirt. I have a very feminine frilly pair of pink panties and matching suspender belt, white stockings and strappy fuchsia coloured three inch heeled sandals and matching thin leather belt. My makeup is a pale base with pink blusher, slightly exaggerated; my eyeliner and black mascara are very subdued. I painted my finger and toe nails the night before in a fuchsia shade that matches my shoes and I now apply matching lipstick. I put on my white summer coat and pick up my pink leather clutch bag before looking at this very pretty image in the hall mirror, I love the look that is very feminine but almost school girlish, which is my intention. I want to appear vulnerable at my team meeting today, as I hope it will make my proposed team really want to assist this apparently naive young person with the challenging project. I leave the house with a broad smile on my face. At the meeting, I appear slightly nervous and make sure all my gestures and mannerisms are completely female, as my selected team are all men. All readily agree to sign-up for the project and assure me that they will give their all to make a success of this development. I am sure it was my appearance that assisted greatly in achieving a first class, dedicated team. It is so much easier to achieve your object wearing female clothing. About a week later I was asked to see the CEO and he informed me that my main adversary at the board presentation was no longer with the Company and this meant there was a vacancy on the Board and that I had been invited to fill that vacancy. He gave me full details of salary, bonus, share entitlement and documented responsibilities as a Director. I thanked him and said that I would give him my answer as soon as I had time to digest the information he had supplied. I am convinced that my skills in dressing and deportment have assisted in this invitation for someone as young as myself. Mum is absolutely thrilled at my news and I take her out to dinner to celebrate. Sitting opposite to Mum at dinner, I was again marvel how beautiful she is and how smart she always looks these days. I comment as such to her and she tells me that it is thanks to me. "I have to keep up with you and this encourages me to make that extra effort, besides I have come to enjoy turning people's heads!" That night I read the whole of the proposal to become a Director. I change my nail colour to a deep burgundy, two coats and then a transparent sealer. I rise early the following morning to take a long scented bath, before applying body oil to my smooth soft skin. I pick out the most elegant dress in my wardrobe. It is black in colour with flecks of grey to lift the sombreness of the colour, made in fine gabardine wool, with a straight skirt to the knee. There is a high neckline and three-quarter length sleeves. I wear gold accessories, a thin chain necklace, small disc earrings, a gold chain strapped watch and a couple of ornate gold finger rings. A narrow black leather belt accentuates my hips. I have a boys cut black pair of panties trimmed in black lace and matching suspender belt which supports my ivory coloured stockings and I slip my feet into a pair of four inch leather stiletto shoes. I apply soft foundation and accentuate my cheek bones with subtle rouge blusher and then apply graduated grey shades of eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara and a dark eyebrow colour to my carefully plucked and combed eyebrows. I finish off with lipstick to match my nail colour I pick up a black leather handbag, pop in my wallet, makeup, spare pair of stockings and a handkerchief. I check myself in the hall mirror and see the reflection of an extremely elegant, attractive business lady. I am utterly confident in my appearance and realise this reflects in the way I conduct myself. I drive to work, slip my care into its parking bay and stroll through the office nodding to everyone I pass, but not looking out to anyone. Today I want it to be clear that this is someone who gives instructions not someone to take orders. I settle myself in my office. Go to my cloakroom to touch up my lipstick apply this powerful but elegant perfume before walking down to the CEO's office. I check with his secretary that he is not engaged and then tap on his door and walk straight in. He gets up from his desk with an enquiring look on his face. "I would be delighted to accept a position on the Board in the terms you supplied to me yesterday." He comes forward and shakes me by the hand and expresses his delight at my decision. I sign the necessary documents and return to my office. I call in several members of my development team for progress reports and in a couple of instances make it clear that greater effort is required if we are to succeed on schedule. My attitude and appearance leave them in no doubt of the consequences should they fail to achieve my laid out objectives. Within a fortnight my team have come up with a first class schedule of development and I give the go ahead to put the project together. I know many of them have burnt the midnight oil to achieve this position. Once again I have been able to use the power of dressing and appearance to achieve my own objectives. Away from work, I can sometimes be totally frivolous in the way I dress. Sometimes even outrageous because I just want to see what effect it has on people as I pass by them. Today I am going shopping. I have on a red and white striped T-shirt, white hot pants, red fine denier tights and red patent leather four inch thick heeled shoes with ankle straps. I have a red feathered fascinator set at an angle on my head. I have bright red nails and matching gloss lipstick. My eyes are exaggerated with progressive shades of blue eye shadow; my black eyeliner is swept up at the corners enabling me to extend the area for the eye shadow. I have black colouring to my carefully combed and plucked eyebrows; I have attached false eyelashes and applied a rich coating of black mascara. I have a matching red patent leather shoulder bag and have drenched myself in a young intoxicating perfume. I drive into town in my BMW sports car with the roof down and park in the shopping centre. Yes, everyone does a double take when they see me; I think it is so much fun. I pop into the store where I purchased my first dress and that same assistant, Janet rushes up to me and tells me laughingly how outrageous I look. "Only you could get away with an outfit like that" She says "And that is because you are totally un phased by what people think of you and I now know you simply wear whatever clothes you like and you are never influenced by etiquette or normality". "You and my Mum are the only people I have ever met who truly understand me and I stand in awe of your perception." Part 5 Gradually I develop a style which suits me and become less erratic in my dressing. I now only want to appear feminine and sophisticated. I get such a buzz in preparing myself each day that I get up at about 5am every morning as it takes so long to prepare myself. Today is typical, the alarm goes off at 5am and I run a bubble bath filled with beautiful scented oils and soak for ages before towelling myself down. Thanks to electrolysis, I no longer have any facial hair or hair on my arms and legs. I examine my face and pluck a few stray hairs from my gently curved eyebrows, slip on a blue diaphanous dressing gown and return to my bedroom. My clothing for the day is already prepared and I slip on a pair of the most lacy cream nylon panties, as always the sensuous feeling of the fabric sends a shiver down my spine, next a matching suspender belt. I always wear stockings now as I believe they are more feminine than tights and I no longer wear very short skirts. The best feeling of the day is always putting on stockings, I open a new packet of champagne coloured seamed stockings and gently roll them up my legs and clip them to my suspenders, making sure the seams are perfectly straight. I slip on a pair of coffee coloured shoes with the tiniest four inch heel. This pair has peep toes giving a glimpse of my red toenails. I next put on a cream silk blouse with long sleeves; I love the feel of silk against my skin, I then put on a very wide coffee coloured skirt that matches my shoes, it falls to just above mid calf and rustles and moves with every step I take. I then sit at the dressing table and brush out my hair with care, my honey coloured hair comes to just above my shoulders and is a simple cut but full. Now to put on my makeup, this can easily take an hour. Foundation followed by blusher to accentuate my cheekbones, dark brown eyeliner and then four shades of brown eye shadow, very light more to accentuate my eyes than exaggerate them. I apply a dark brown pencil to my eyebrows and then comb them to shape, a metallic bronze lipstick co-ordinates with my eyes and finally a light dusting of powder blends it all together. I always paint my nails the night before and I am wearing a bronze colour that matches my lips and co-ordinates with my clothes. Now I put on a pair of gold drop earrings, a gold chain belt, a gold metal strapped watch and a gold chain bracelet on my other wrist, just one gold ring with an enormous diamond solitaire. I spray myself with a very heavy scented perfume that will linger in my wake. Finally I get up and walk to my array of full length mirrors that form part of my wardrobe area, everywhere I see the ultra feminine being, dressed to perfection. I check that my stocking seams are straight, marvelling at the beautiful shape of my legs in these smart shoes, loving the feel of my skirt touching my calves. It is so exciting and gives me total confidence not to say excitement. I probably parade for fifteen minutes in front of my mirrors making sure my walk, posture and hand movement are total femininity I walk downstairs loving the pull of my suspenders on my stockings, feeling the stretching of my calves from my heels and noting the click of my shoes on the Italian tiled kitchen floor. I make myself an espresso coffee and a slice of toast, drinking an orange juice whilst I wait. I then glance at the paper whilst sipping my coffee. When I am ready, I walk to the hall, put on this small round hat set at an angle. I know hats are not fashionable for everyday wear, but I nearly always wear one to and from work, as I think they are so feminine. I pick up my matching clutch bag and leave for my car and the drive to work. A different outfit every day but almost always the same routine which I love and have never got over the excitement of it. Part 6 I am finding that I crave more and more for something else. I love to look feminine but now I want to feel feminine. I am drawn more and more to the desire of wanting breasts and no longer wanting this bulge at the top of my thighs that can sometimes spoil the appearance of a skirt. This desire gradually overtakes my mind; I cannot get away from it. When I start losing weight and my work does not appear to be one hundred percent, I finally visit my doctor and explain to him my desires. He refers me to a psychiatrist, who after a couple a sessions recommends hormone treatment. Over the next year I regularly take my hormone tablets and slowly but surely I develop breasts, my hips widen and my rear becomes rounder. I do become more emotional, but not something I am unable to control. My voice changes, assisted by speech training and I now have a beautiful sophisticated very feminine voice. Finally, the operation, which was very painful, but I have now recovered and I am completely comfortable. This has now given me everything I want, I not only look feminine, I feel feminine. I love my pert breasts, which are very sensitive I am thrilled to say. I prefer not wearing a bra, but can only do this when I am alone at home. As for down below, I can now wear the tightest skirt that lies flat over my stomach and for underwear I have a much bigger choice including thongs. I can now dress with even more pleasure, but only if I plan to be alone at home as I do today. It is the weekend and I have all the time in the world. The bubble bath, then I rub over body cream to improve my so soft skin, on with a pair of very sexy, skimpy, frilly black briefs that just covers my shaven, so adorable pussy. A black lacy suspender belt, then black very sheer seamed stockings with a point heel and very long, they reach the top of my thighs. The feeling of the nylon against my legs is already causing some dampness at the top of my thighs. Black five inch patent leather shoes with steel heels and the tiny tips, a voluminous bright red silk skirt that falls to just below the knee, a black transparent nylon blouse, that caresses my braless breasts causing the nipples to go rock hard, sending a shiver over my body and increasing the dampness on my panties. I add a back patent leather belt before sitting at my dressing table to firstly do my hair and then apply my makeup. This time the blusher is very obvious, the eyebrow colour is black, and the eye liner is black and swept upward in the corner to enable me to apply a palette of blue and grey eye shadow. I glue on my false eyelashes before applying a thick coat of black mascara and I then paint on a vivid red lipstick that matches my nails and my skirt. I put on a pair of large bright red thin hoop earrings to complete my outfit. Well not quite, I don a bright red small round hat with a veil that comes to just below my eyes. I then go and parade in front of my wardrobe mirrors. I look so feminine and so sexy, I check that my stocking seams are arrow straight and look again at this vision that is me, I ache with pleasure and spend the next fifteen minutes parading in front of my mirrors, I portray total femininity and I spend as long as I can enjoying this sight, desperately resisting what I know will happen next. Finally I cannot resist any longer, I slowly move my elegant fingers with their bright red nails to my breasts and touch my rock hard nipples; it is like a bolt of lightning striking me. I shudder all over and fall onto the chaise longue that I have in my wardrobe area, writhing in the ecstasy of my orgasm, which goes on and on. It is so intense that I nearly pass out. Finally, I move my hands from my pert breasts and let these erotic feelings ebb away. I get up tidy myself and touch up my hair and lipstick and change my wringing wet panties for a fresh pair. I just hope I have enough pairs to last the day as I know this is only the start. I smile at this beautiful, feminine vision in front of the mirror and tell how much I love her and everything she does.