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My First Weekend by Anna V. Hedge ([email protected])
PART TWO
I walked to the car, my adrenaline rushing as my senses were hyper aware
of so many sensations.
Every step I took in my 3 inch black pumps made that unimstakably "click"
made by women's shoes.
Every step caused a small tug in my stockings and the garter holding them
in place. A small tug creating a luxurious electric current flowing from
my legs to my hips.
Every step causing my thighs to brush up against the soft fabric of my
black dress, reminding me to keep my steps short, dainty. To take my
time. To keep my back straight. To relax and feel the small sway of my
hips, to enjoy the coolness of the dry, crisp air as it pushed itself up
my legs, brushing against my stockings, to brush against my panty-clad
crotch.
As I reached my car, I caught my reflection on the driver-side window. A
woman in her late 20s, makeup and hair perfectly done. When I brushed a
stray hair away from my face, I caught a glimpse of my beautifully French
manicured hands.
At this moment, I looked up and around the parking lot. Nobody had paid
attention to me walking out of the spa. Nobody had noticed the 20-some
year old man, camouflaged perfectly as a brunette enjoying her walk from
the spa to her car. With that I took a deep breath, unlocked the car
door, dropped the purse in the car, and got in the car slowly, tucking my
skirt and making sure to not ruin my stockings.
I entered the address from my wife's note into the GPS, somewhat clumsily
as I was still getting used to the nail extensions. The address took me
to an apartment building about 10 miles from my current location. I put
the car in gear, at first struggling with the gas and brake pedals,
driving with 3 inch pumps is no easy feat! The drive was nerve wrecking.
When stopped at street lights I made sure to not look to the sides for
fear of being recognized as a man in drag. For fear of being ridiculed! I
drove more carefully and obedient to traffic laws than I ever had. No
need to get pulled over and explain to a police officer why I was so well
dressed as a woman.
At last I arrived at the destination, a modern apartment building. An
apartment building I recognized from one of the listings my realtor wife
had been trying to sell. I found that peculiar. I parked next to the
building, looked at the note again to make sure I had the right unit, got
out of the car and walked to the entrance of the building.
By this point, the sun was starting to go down, though the sidewalk was
mostly deserted. As I entered the building I was welcomed by a deserted
sitting area to the right of the entrance, and a bank of elevators
opposite the sitting area. I looked around, nervous about being found
out, but also excited about finally being out in the world as Anna.
As soon as I hit the button to call for the elevator, the main entrance
door opened and two men walked in. I quickly glanced at their faces (both
good looking, late 20s/early 30s) and their clothes (untucked button-
downs, with stylish stone-washed jeans), before I looked away for fear of
being caught staring. I focused, more than I ever have on a small spot on
the floor about an inch in front of my feet. The two guys were embroiled
in a conversation about the local sports team and mostly seemed to ignore
me as the three of us waited for one of the elevators to arrive.
With a "ding" and the opening of the elevator doors, I felt a sense of
huge relief. What was probably a minute or two, had felt like hours! I
walked into the elevator, and before I could turn around and press the
floor number, the two guys entered the elevator, with one of them hitting
floor number seven. Without looking at me, one of them asked:
"Where are you headed?"
I paused for a minute, before uttering, while staring at the floor, a
soft, feminine: "Six, please."
After he hit the floor number, I stepped back to the point where my back
was touching the shiny, metallic paneling of the elevator. As the
elevator staring moving up, the two guys were quiet. I was now nervously
staring ahead, purse over my shoulder, when I caught one of the guys over
the elevator reflection staring at my legs. Not just glancing at them,
but outright looking at my legs through the reflection of the elevator
paneling. I felt my pulse quicken, and was worried I was going to pass
out when the elevator stopped, and the doors open. The sixth floor!
The guys stepped aside so that I could walk out, on my way barely grazing
the arm of the one that had been staring at my legs. As I stepped past
them, he said:
"You have a good night."
I stepped past the elevator threshold, turned around and found a pair of
blue eyes looking right back at me. Somehow, I looked at his dreamy gray
eyes and managed to reply:
"Thank you. You too."
We exchanged smiles before the elevator doors closed. I caught myself
blushing before I turned around and headed for unit 636. When I reached
the apartment, I wasn't sure whether to ring the door or not. I rang the
doorbell a couple of times, and when I got no response I looked in my
purse. To my slight surprise I found a key that opened the door.
The apartment was furnished in modern furniture, a good part of which I
recognized from Ikea. The apartment was a nice two bedroom place with a
nice open layout and beautiful views of downtown. Next to the kitchen, on
a black table were a dozen roses next to a letter addressed to me...well,
to my female self to be exact.
I opened the envelope, another note from my wife:
My love, I hope you like your new place (my new place???). I think you
will find it to your liking. I took the liberty to move some of your
women's clothing from home, and purchased some basics for you to get
started. You should look through what I bought you and then hit the mall
this weekend. A lady needs more than the basics to survive!
I think initially things may feel a little different, but I know deep
down that this was the right thing for you to blossom in life. I know you
will understand! (was she leaving me?).
A few things you should know. I mentioned my plans for you to Dr. Smith
(my psychiatrist), and she and I agreed that you should seriously
consider hormones. So much so, that she filled out a prescription and I
even filled it for you! I left them in your vanity in your master bath,
with the instructions for them. Dr. Smith will keep on seeing you at your
weekly appointment to check on your progress. We both feel you will be
ready for some surgery to help you feel more like Anna over the next year
or two.
I also managed to pull some strings at the DMV and had your IDs switched
to Anna Reynolds! I even had her use that picture I took of you from a
few months back wearing that lovely argyle sweater for your ID. You look
great! (Sure enough, when I checked in my purse, my driver's license was
switched to Anna Reynolds and had a cute picture of me in a pink argyle
sweater).
Finally, I got you a job working for Lisa Stevens. Her assistant just
left and I thought you would be perfect for the job. Besides, the pay is
not bad and you can definitely handle the job. She also knows about your
transition and will be most accommodating and helpful. You start Monday
so make sure to get some work appropriate attire when you go shopping
tomorrow!
I love you with all my heart and I know in the end this is for the best.
Trish
I reread the note three more times. This was beyond having a good
weekend, it was a life changing event. With my mind racing, I sat down on
the couch. Was this really happening? I was starting to feel a little
anxious when I caught my reflection on a mirror. Staring back at me, with
perfect makeup, was a beautiful woman. A woman. From that point on, my
mindset changed. Hd I not wanted this my whole life? I loved my wife, but
there was always a part of me that wondered if I could live as a woman.
Well, here was my chance.
With that I started looking around my new place. I found my master
bedroom. Trish had decorated it with a modern, but feminine touch. One
side of the room had windows overlooking the city skyline, now light up,
and partially covered by simply white curtains with black flower petals.
The rest of the room was also clearly from Ikea, and the three walls were
painted a light brown color. Simple and elegant. I walked into the
bathroom and found the hormones, and a prescription, waiting for me. I
took a pill out of the bottle, drank it down with half a glass of water,
leaving behind lip-stick on the edge of the glass.
After looking around my apartment I realized it would be a waste to just
call it a night. I went back to the bathroom and touched up my makeup,
grabbed my purse and reached for the door. I stopped for a brief second
when my manicured hands reached the handle, I took a deep breath,
straightened the bottom of my dress and headed outside.
My ride down the elevator went without much ado. I hopped in my car
slowly, making sure to smooth the bottom of my dress as I got in and
drove to the nearest department store. The drive there was uninteresting
except for my having to get used to driving wearing heels, the constant
feeling of the air conditioning blowing cool air up my thighs, and the
couple of stop lights that I caught a guy in the car next to me flashing
a smile in my direction. Then there was the teenager, that when I looked
his way, turned bright-red and looked away. Overall, a fun drive!
I parked on the far end of the store to avoid coming in close contact
with anyone as they were driving in. That left me with a bit of a walk to
the store, which oddly enough, I enjoyed thoroughly. It is hard to
describe the electric feel of wearing stockings, garters, heels, and the
restriction given to every step by a dress. I focused on my walk just
enough to not attract attention, but making sure that I walked with a
shorter stride, giving myself a little hip sway, and making sure to keep
my back straight.
When I reached the department store and I walked inside, I felt the most
incredible sense of happiness. For the first time in my life I felt I
could walk right to the women's section and browse without feeling odd.
What a wonderful feeling of freedom. I only had two hours before the
store closed, so I decided to go right at the section of the store
catering to work clothing. I found two skirt suits, one gray and one
black, with a matching coat that I thought would work quite well at least
for my first couple of days at work. I thoroughly enjoyed grabbing a
couple of outfits, walking comfortably to try them on, and having the
woman attending the store calling me "Miss." Well, thank you very much, I
replied with a smile.
I also had a fun time trying on pumps and Mary Jane's, and settling on a
black pair of each. I could've sworn that the woman helping with the
shoes caught a glimpse of my garter and looked away before I could
notice. Right as the store was closing, I walked outside with the two
suits, two pairs of shoes, three pairs of pantyhose (two nude, one black)
and two pairs of patterned tights. With my purchase I qualified for a
small make-up kit that I was excited to check out when I got home.
Once back in the comfort of my apartment I modeled for myself my new
purchases, put them away in my walking closet, which despite my new
additions and whatever Trish had brought over was too sparse. I was going
to have to do some major shopping this weekend!
I undressed, careful to not get any makeup on my dress, and careful to
not get a run in my stockings. I reluctantly removed my makeup with a
makeup remover that the woman at the spa had sent with me. She also sent
me a masque that she said I should wear for 30 minutes before going to
bed to keep my skin soft. It felt a little strange walking around the
house in panties and a bustier with a masque, but it provided some time
for me to look around the place.
After removing the masque, moisturizing, and brushing my teeth I walked
to my dresser looking for something to wear to bed. I struggled to remove
my bustier, and replaced it with a satin baby doll. The silky material
made me get goose bumps all over and realize that even now, I had just
enough cleavage to make me feel good about myself. I looked in the
mirror, and even without any makeup and with my hair in a ponytail, I
thought I looked quite feminine. The shaped eyebrows definitely helped,
and when I brushed a stray hair with my manicured hand, I got more goose
bumps. Damn, I looked good!
I looked down and noticed a hard object in my lingerie drawer. It was a
vibrator, the smooth and ending in a small ball. I looked devilishly at
myself in the mirror, lay in bed, spread a little lube on the vibrator,
turned it on, and eased it in. The minute the vibrator hit my insides I
felt an electric shock go through my body. Slowly I moved it back and
forth, playing with it until I found my prostate. As I worked the
vibrator I caught myself moaning in pleasure, and the second I hit my
prostate, I shuddered as I climaxed. I couldn't help but give a little
yelp as I did. Oddly enough, my yelp belonged to a woman, it was high
pitched and sounded more like a moan than anything else. I had reached my
first orgasm as a woman.
I cooled down, coming down from my orgasm slowly, with the vibrator still
inside me. As I relaxed, I just knew the rest of the weekend was going to
be great fun.
-To be continued...
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