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The Belly Dancing Classes By Sheila Anne Morgan "Look, Honey, they're offering that belly dancing class, I always wanted to take, at the community college again this year. I think I'll stop tomorrow and sign up. You should take it too. You could stand to lose that beer belly you're starting to get," said my beautiful girlfriend, Jill. "Very funny," I replied, "belly dancing is for girls and in case you haven't noticed I'm a guy." "I think you would make a very sexy belly dancer!" I am twenty-four and stand five foot seven and weigh a hundred fifty pounds. I have a slim build except for the start of a beer belly. Jill is the same age and about an inch shorter with a very sexy 36C-24-35 body. We met in college and have been living together since we graduated. Jill has begun a very successful career as a sales rep while I have a more mundane job as a computer programmer for a large retail chain. The next night as we were eating dinner Jill said, "I signed us up for that belly dancing class today. Classes start next week." "What do you mean 'us? I don't want to take belly dancing." "Com'n, Jerry, it'll be fun. Besides the instructor said that if she didn't get at least one more person to sign up she was going to have to cancel the class. She doesn't have a problem having a guy in the class. She said that men have done the dance in the Middle East for ages." "I'm really not sure about this. The other women in the class are going to think I'm queer or something." "Honey, please do this for me. There are only going to be eight women in the class besides you and me and the class will be at Darlene's dance studio, not at the college." Jill knew that I couldn't refuse her when she gave me that puppy-dog look so I reluctantly agreed. The following week Jill and I showed up at the dance studio for our twice- weekly lessons. Jill was dressed in a multi-colored leotard and tights and I was dressed in bike-shorts and a t-shirt. Jill had bought herself a pair of dance slippers while I wore socks and cross-trainers. Darlene introduced herself and had us tell everyone our names. Besides Jill and I there were three heavy-set girls who obviously were there to lose some weight and five girls who were more interested in learning to dance. Darlene told us that by the end of the three-month class we would know all the basics of the belly dance. She also said that we would each be making a dance costume to wear for the recital on the last night. During the class we were taught some of the basic moves and given instructions on how to make a costume. After the class Darlene took Jill and I aside and said, "Jerry, you will need to get a leotard for the classes. I need to be able to see your waist as you dance as the class is called belly dancing. And dance slippers would make your movements more graceful." On the way home I said to Jill, "I can't wear a leotard and dance slippers I'll look foolish." "Do the other girls look foolish?" "No, actually some of them look pretty sexy. But in case you haven't noticed I'm not a girl." "Jerry no one is going to see you except Darlene and the girls in the class. I'll get you a plain leotard and tights for the next class, okay?" "Okay, I guess." True to her word Jill bought me a navy blue leotard and tights. She also bought me a gaff to hide my male parts so I wouldn't embarrass myself. Darlene was pleased when she saw me strip off my sweat pants and t-shirt before class and slip on my dancer's slippers. I received compliments from some of the girls on how good I looked and after we started into our routine I forgot all about what I was wearing and concentrated on learning the moves. After class Darlene gave us a list of music we could purchase to practice by. She told us we would need to purchase zills, which are the finger cymbals used by belly dancers. Before we left Cheryl, one of the girls taking the class, suggested that we get together at her house on Saturday to start on our costumes. Several of the other girls' thought that would be a good idea and Jill said we would be there. As we were driving home I said, "I don't need to go to Cheryl's. I won't need a costume." "Sure you will, Darlene didn't exclude you from the recital." "Jill, I'll make a really weird looking girl in a belly dancer's costume." "I'm sure that you will look as pretty as any of the other girls and remember we will all be on stage together so you won't stand out." I wasn't entirely convinced, but I knew there was no sense arguing with Jill when she made up her mind about something. Saturday we met at Cheryl's and discussed what we would need to buy for the costumes. Everyone made a list of what they would need and planned to get together on the next Saturday to begin work on the costumes. I tried to beg out of attending but Jill said I would be there and I could learn to sew along with some of the others. During the next week I found that I was able to do the steps as well as most of the girls in the class and was even better that some. I also noticed that my beer belly was starting to go away. On Saturday we met at Cheryl's and Jill carried several bags in from the car. As we sat around the family room each of the girls took out the bras and panties they were going to use as the base for their costume. Jill took out two sets of satin bras and bikini panties. One was lavender and the other was pink. She told everyone that the lavender one was for me. I turned a bright shade of red as everyone oohed and aahed over how pretty I would look in them. The next several hours were a whirlwind of activity as cloth was measured and cut and sewing machines hemmed skirts and veils. I was put to work sewing coins and beads to 'my' bra. It was tedious work as the whole bra needed to be covered with decorations. As I sat in the family room working with the girls I found myself joining in the conversations around me just like I was one of the girls. The classes continued and my movements became more fluid as the weeks went by. Each Saturday the costumes began to come together as we completed the various parts. Finally about a month before the classes were to be completed the girls said it was time for the final fittings. This was the time I had dreaded. I was going to have to try on my costume in front of everyone. Jill had me use a depilatory on everything below my eyebrows the night before we went over to Cheryl's for the fittings. I was nervous as a cat as we pulled into Cheryl's driveway. "Jerry, let's let the other girls get dressed first then Jill can help you get your costume on," said Cheryl. "Uh, okay," I said as it registered that she had referred to me as one of the girls. When everyone else had their costume on Jill led me into the bathroom and had me strip off my male clothes and handed me the gaff. I slipped it up my smooth legs and adjusted my male parts so that my front was as smooth as a girl's. Next came the lavender bikini panties, which rested low on my hips and barely covered the crack of my ass. Jill took out the ornate bra and handed it to me and I nervously slipped my arms into the straps and was about to fasten the front hooks when Jill reached into the bag and took out a box containing two breast forms. She helped me place them in the cups and fasten the hooks holding the bra closed. "Where did you get these?" I asked. "I ordered them online. I thought they would look and feel more natural than stuffing your bra with a pair of socks or tissue." Jill then wrapped the belt and skirt around my waist. The belt rested low on my hips and just covered the bikini. The sheer, nylon skirt fell to the floor and was actually four separate pieces, which let my legs peek through as I walked and danced. As I thought I was ready to go out and have all of the girls laugh at me Jill had another surprise for me. She pulled a long, blonde wig from her bag and placed it on my head. As Cheryl had covered the mirror I could not see how I looked as Jill opened the door and led me back into the family room. As I entered the room all conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at me. "Jerry, you look beautiful!" Brenda said. "I knew you would." "Yes, with a little bit of make up no one will suspect he isn't a card carrying member of the fairer sex," said Cheryl. Jill led me over to a hall mirror and I got to see myself for the first time. I had to admit that I looked pretty good and was probably going to be able to dance at the recital without anyone noticing. After all of the hems had been adjusted and everyone made sure that everything fit correctly and wasn't going to fall off as we danced the girls agreed that we should all wear our costumes to class next week and surprise Darlene. The following Tuesday Jill had me take off in the afternoon so she could get me ready for class. When I got home she ran a lavender scented bubble bath for me and told me to make sure there were no stray hairs on my body. After getting out and drying off she had me apply a lotion over my body that made my skin feel silky smooth. Next came the gaff and panties before she had me lay on the bed and she used an adhesive to secure the breast forms to my chest. She then used a waterproof foundation to cover the seams, making the forms look as if I really had tits. After I put the bra on she sat me at her vanity and began to apply make up to my face. I protested that all she needed to do was a little lipstick but she said that this was our dress rehearsal and everyone wanted to see just how we would look for the recital. When she was satisfied with my make up she began filing my nails and applied two coats of red nail polish to each nail before repeating the process on my toes. I told her I thought this was going too far but she shushed me and told me to just relax and enjoy being a girl for the night. Jill pinned the wig to my head and slipped a pair of thong sandals on my feet that were decorated with gold coins. On my wrists she placed a multitude of gold, bangle bracelets and a snake band on each of my upper arms. After putting on the belt and skirt Jill let me look in the full-length mirror. I was amazed at the sexy girl reflected there. I could not see anything that would lead anyone to suspect I was anything but a real girl. Jill got ready and fixed us a small salad for dinner. Before we left she had me reapply my lipstick and she gave me a long caftan to cover my costume and a purse to carry my lipstick and some money. We went out to her car and I slid into the passenger seat as she told me it would be better if she drove, as I didn't have my driver's license. Being out of the house for the first time dressed as a woman was nerve-wracking and I felt as if everyone was staring at me. When I told this to Jill she laughed and said, "They probably are, you know how you like to look at pretty girls when you stop at a light. Now you're a pretty girl and the guys are looking at you. Just smile and enjoy it. I'll even let you flirt if you like." When Darlene walked into the studio everyone was standing around admiring each other's costumes. We were pleased at the look of surprise on her face as she looked at each of us. She recognized the other nine dancers in the room but there was a look of confusion on her face as she looked at me. I was standing on the other side of the group from Jill and she couldn't make the connection. Cheryl led me over to her and said, "Darlene, you remember Caitlin, don't you?" Darlene's mouth dropped open as she surveyed me fro head to toe. "Jerry, is that really you? You are beautiful!" I blushed and replied in a soft voice, "Thank you, Darlene." The class that evening was different from any of the other classes as I was distracted by the feel of the soft, sensual fabric swirling around my bare legs and the weight of the breast forms as they moved in my bra. I had a hard time concentrating on my dancing. As the class ended Darlene decided that it would be a good idea for us to wear our costumes for the remaining classes so that we would be comfortable in them at the recital. She was looking right at me when she said it and I knew she had seen how the new sensations had been distracting me. Everyone decided we should go out for coffee after class. I tried to get Jill to just go home but she insisted we go along with everyone. When we got to the coffee shop I whispered to Jill that I had to use the restroom. She told me she would go with me as we both needed to refresh our lipstick. With some trepidation I followed her into the ladies room. She reminded me to sit in case someone else came in. I went into the cubicle and struggled to lift my skirts and lower the bikini and gaff before sitting to drain my bladder. After making sure that everything was back in place I joined Jill back at the mirror and refreshed my lipstick before leaving the restroom. As we sat enjoying our coffees I began to relax and join in the conversations. I even found myself giggling at some of the funny comments. By the time we left I was comfortable and even kissed each of the girls on the cheek as we parted. The following morning my boss called me into his office. I was afraid the he may have seen some make up or nail polish I had forgot to remove. "Jerry, we are going to be out-sourcing some of our work and I would like to know if you would be interested in becoming a contract employee. Your duties and responsibilities would pretty much remain the same, but you would be self-employed and your package would be more than what you are making as an employee. You would also be working from home. I would like your decision by the end of the week." We discussed all of the options and it seemed like a good deal to me but I told him I would have to discuss it with Jill. Jill and I discussed it that evening and she told me that I was pretty disciplined and should have no problem working without supervision from home. We both felt the extra money would get us into a house quicker also. On Friday I told my boss I would do it and we signed all of the papers and I cleaned out my cubicle and left with my new manual. Over the weekend Jill and I set up the spare bedroom as an office that she and I could share. The next Tuesday Jill showed me how to apply my own make up and paint my finger and toenails. It took longer than when she had done it but after a few mistakes I had it looking as good as if she had done it. I was finding the costume and the breast forms were less of a distraction with each passing class. As I watched myself in the mirror I could see that I was becoming more sensual and graceful in my movements. Maybe it was because I was seeing a pretty girl dancing instead of a guy in a leotard and tights. Jill saw just how much I was enjoying the classes and suggested that I get my ears pierced. She said if I did it now I would have just enough time for them to heal before the recital so that I would be able to wear some sexy, dangling earrings with my costume. She also said that I would be able to take out the earrings and the holes would eventually close up if I didn't want to wear earrings. The next night we went to the mall and I had a stud placed in each earlobe. Working from home gave me a lot more freedom. I was able to wear what I wanted and could work at my own pace as long as I met the deadlines. As I was gluing on the breast forms on Tuesday and had another class on Thursday Jill suggested I just wear them from Tuesday till Thursday. It would help me become more comfortable with them and would save on adhesive and solvent. Jill gave me one of her bras to wear and I started to wear them under my t-shirts as I worked on the computer. I also began leaving my fingernails and toenails polished. At first both the nail polish and the breasts were distracting as I worked at the computer but I soon grew comfortable with seeing my shiny nails as I typed on the keyboard and the feel of the breasts tugging at my chest as I worked. One Wednesday evening when Jill came home I was standing at the stove preparing dinner. I was dressed in one of her calf-length skirts and a scoop-necked blouse. I had the blonde wig on and tasteful, daytime make up. "Jerry, why are you dressed like that?" Jill asked. "We didn't have anything for dinner and I needed to go to the store. I didn't want to have to remove the breasts and nail polish so I borrowed a skirt and blouse and made a quick run to the store." "My but you're getting brave!" "I've been going out with you and the girls after dance class for the past couple of weeks and no one has ever suspected I wasn't a girl. So I figured it wouldn't be any big deal to go to the supermarket." "Did you have any trouble?" "No, in fact the kid bagging my groceries kept flirting with me as he took my bags to the car." "Did you lead him on?" I smiled, "Well, a little I guess. He did have a slight bulge under his apron as he walked away." Jill laughed, "You minx, you're really getting into this girl thing." "You made me what I am," I said defensively, "Remember I didn't want to take these classes in the first place." "Yeah, but you really seem to have gotten into it more since we have started wearing our costumes to class. Even Darlene has noticed how much more sensual your dancing has become." "I'm just trying to be one of the girls!" That night as I was getting undressed for bed, Jill handed me a silky, chemise nightgown. "What's this for?" I asked. "I just thought you might want to stay in character. Tits go better with this than they do with that ratty, old t-shirt." Thursday night after class Jill suggested that I stay in girl mode and we could go shopping on Saturday. She said I should be getting my own bras and panties. "Why can't I just wear yours? We only have a few more weeks of class." Jill smiled, "I think you are liking this girl thing and I kind of like having Caitlin around sometimes. I don't think that when the class ends you are going to want to stop." Saturday, after my shower, I dressed in the long skirt and blouse and Jill and I went out to breakfast before hitting the mall. I had been shopping with Jill many times before and when she shopped for lingerie I usually waited outside. This time she took me right into Victoria's Secret and right to the bra and panty sets. Jill didn't wear plain, cotton bras and panties and she picked out four sets of sexy, satin and lace bras and panties for me. She also picked up two matching garter belts and then went over to the stockings and selected several pairs of lace-topped stockings in various shades. Just when I thought we were through she stopped in the nightgown section and added three different styles of nightgowns to the growing pile. Fortunately I had one credit card that just had my initials on it so the clerk didn't question why the card had a male name on it. Next we went into a woman's clothing shop and Jill picked out several skirts and blouses and dragged me into the dressing room. She told me I needed to try everything on to make sure it fit correctly. As I was finishing trying on all of the skirts and blouses Jill handed me a black dress. "Every girl needs a little black dress for a special occasion. And I'm planning to take you out tonight to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" I asked. "I want to celebrate my new girlfriend." I just shook my head and tried the dress on. When we got to the register, my credit card took another beating and we left the store laden with all of the bags we could carry. We made a trip to the car and placed all of my new clothes safely in the trunk before going back into the mall. Jill said we should take a break before we started shopping for shoes, so we went to the food court and had a soda. Jill was obviously having fun shopping for me. Shoe shopping was another challenge. I ended up getting three pairs of three-inch heels in colors to match the skirts and blouses we had bought. Jill insisted that I get a pair of four-inch, black heels to wear with the LBD as she called the black dress we bought. A pair of white and black flats completed our purchases and we went home. Before leaving the mall we went back to Victoria's Secret where Jill bought a black basque. When I asked what that was for she told me that it could be worn strapless and I would need it under the LBD. It would give me a smoother shape under the dress with no bulges. I thought she was going overboard but she wasn't asking my opinion. We each had to make several trips to the car to get all of our purchases into the apartment. Jill told me to hang everything in the closet in my office and we would see about getting a small dresser for my lingerie. After soaking in a luxurious bubble bath and making sure my legs and underarms were hairless I dried off and applied lotion to my body. I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the bedroom. Jill had all of my clothes laid out on the bed. She helped me put on the basque and I felt it compress my waist another inch or two. It also lifted my breasts. I sat on the bed and rolled a pair of black stockings up my legs and fastened the lacy welts to the garters attached to the basque. I stood up and adjusted the garters and then slipped on a lacy, black, boy-short panty. I had been applying my own make up for several weeks and was able to give my face a dramatic nighttime look using darker colors. Then I slipped the blonde wig on my head and pinned it in place before brushing it out. Jill gave me a pair of long, dangling earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet to wear and I put them on before carefully slipping the dress over my head. The dress hugged every inch of my body from my bust to my waist and ended about two inches above my knees. I could see that the basque did smooth out the lines under the dress and there were no unsightly bulges. Also there was plenty of cleavage for the men to stare at, which made me nervous. Jill told me to put on my heels and go into the living room and practice walking while she finished getting ready. I found that I had to take shorter steps and place one foot in front of the other to walk properly. This gave a sexy wiggle to my hips. When Jill came into the room she looked smashing in her cranberry sheath. She handed me a black, clutch purse and a paisley jacket. We walked out to her car and she drove to an exclusive restaurant. The hostess seated us along the main aisle where we were on display to everyone who entered the restaurant. I noticed that several gentlemen were eyeing us as the waiter held our chairs. I relaxed as the waiter took our orders and Jill quietly coached me on how a woman eats and behaves. The waiter hovered near as he refilled our drinks and made sure everything was all right. I could tell he saw us as two attractive women and didn't suspect I was anything other than what I appeared to be. After dinner Jill suggested we go to a new singles club she had heard about. "What, are you looking for a new boyfriend?" I asked. "No, of course not. I just wanted my girlfriend to have a little fun and celebrate her coming out of her shell." "Are you planning to make this a regular thing?" "Maybe, but that is up to you," Jill said with a smile. After using the ladies room and repairing our lipstick Jill drove us to a trendy club in the newly renovated part of the city. Jill handed me a college ID card that had a picture on it of a girl who looked somewhat like Caitlin. After a cursory check of our ID's we were admitted and we found a booth. A waitress came over and took our order. A short time later two guys approached our table carrying two drinks each. "Dan!" Jill exclaimed, "What a surprise seeing you here." Dan and his friend set our drinks in front of us and he said, "I was surprised when I saw you come in. I thought you were living with Jerry." "I am, but my girlfriend from college is in town and we are out for dinner and a few drinks. Dan this is Caitlin." Dan took my hand and said, "Pleased to meet you, Caitlin. This is my friend Jim," Then he turned to Jim and said, "Jim, this is a co-worker of mine Jill and her friend Caitlin. Turning back to Jill he asked, "May we join you?" "Please do," Jill said as she slid over to make room for Dan. Knowing Jim was going to sit next to me I also slid over. I was nervous having this tall, well-built man trapping me between him and the wall. Knowing that there would be no escape for me. We made small talk as I made up a biography for myself based on my life as a guy, just changing my sex. I implied I was in a committed relationship back home. There was a band playing on a small stage in front of a dance floor. Dan asked Jill to dance and she accepted. Jim looked at me and I nodded my head yes. He took my hand as we made our way to the dance floor. The music was a fast number and as the moves for a guy are pretty much the same as for a girl I was able to dance without any close contact. We danced several dances before the band changed to a slow waltz. I started to leave the dance floor when Jim pulled me into his arms. As he pulled me close he wrapped his arm around my waist and I put my hand on his shoulder. Surprisingly I found it easy to follow his lead. He smiled as I looked up into his pale blue eyes. I nervously returned his smile. Two slow dances later we returned to our seats where Dan and Jim ordered another round of drinks. Jill and I excused ourselves and made our way to the ladies' room. We found that there was a line and we had to wait for a stall. I wasn't able to tell Jill how nervous I was being held close by a guy when she asked if I was having fun. She told me how good we looked together. After refreshing our make up we returned to our booth. Both guys stood up and let us slide into the booth. I could feel Jim watching my legs as my skirt rose up revealing the lacy welts of my stockings. I quickly adjusted my dress as he sat down and took a swallow of my drink to calm my nerves. Dan had his arm around Jill's shoulders and she was leaning close to him as they talked. Jim put his arm around me as he told me what a good dancer I was and how much he was enjoying himself. I told him he was easy to follow and I was enjoying myself also. Which wasn't a complete lie. As the evening wore on I was beginning to relax and enjoy myself. After several more drinks and dances Jill told Dan we should leave but she was feeling a little tipsy and was afraid to drive. Dan suggested he drive her home and Jim and I could follow in his car. I was nervous as Jim helped me into his car and got behind the wheel. I was grateful for the center console between us. He was gentleman as he drove me home but I did catch him looking at my legs several times. When we pulled up in front of the apartment Dan helped Jill out of her car as Jim helped me out of his. Dan handed the keys to Jill and pulled her close. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately. Jim told me what a wonderful time he had and took me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. I found myself returning his embrace and responding to his kiss until I felt his tongue trying to invade my mouth. I released him and said goodnight. "Can I see you again, Caitlin?" Jim asked. "I don't think that will be possible, I'm only here for a few more days." "Well, maybe next time you're in town we can get together. Here's my card, give me a call." "We'll see. Thanks again for a pleasant evening," I said as I hurried past Jill and Dan and let myself into the apartment. A minute later Jill came into the apartment and giggled as she leaned back against the door and said "Whew! That was hot." "What was hot? The kiss you got from Dan or him feeling your sexy ass?" I asked. "Well, that too, but seeing you and Jim playing tonsil hockey really was getting my panties wet." We weren't playing tonsil hockey!" I said indignantly, "I broke it off when he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. I'm not that kind of girl!" Jill giggled again and leaned her head to the side and said, "Just what kind of girl are you, Caitlin?" I hugged her to me and said, "I'm your kind of girl, Jill." We raced into the bedroom and quickly undressed each other before falling, naked, onto the bed. "Eat me, Caitlin," Jill moaned, "Tonight you can be my lesbian lover and I'll show you how two girls make love." My prick was still encased in my gaff and I looked like her lesbian lover as I wrapped my lipstick covered lips around her stiff nipples. I kissed my down to her belly button where I probed it with my tongue until her hands guided my mouth to the moist lips of her vagina. My tongue licked the lips of her pussy until she moaned, "Eat me, Caitlin. Fuck me with your tongue, nibble on my clit." I followed her instructions as she squirmed beneath me and moaned, "Yesss, oh god, yesss. Right there, Caitlin, keep doing that," As her body erupted in the first of many orgasms I would bring her to before she finally released me. After Jill came down from her high she said, "Now, since it's your time of the month and I'm not into returning the favor while you're on the rag I'll show you another way we girls pleasure each other." Jill hopped out of bed and ran to her dresser. She rooted around in the drawer before she found what she wanted. Holding it behind her back, she came back to bed. "Ta da!" she said as she pulled a realistic looking dildo from behind her back. "Jill, I'm not that kind of girl!" I squealed. "Sure you are, Lover, you just don't know it yet. I'll be gentle." "Here, suck on your lover while I get you ready," Jill said as she took a tube of K-Y jelly from the nightstand drawer. "Make believe that it's Jim's prick your sucking on. Get it good and hard and wet so he can slide it into your pussy," She said as she began working her finger into my rosebud. As I relaxed she inserted a second finger and then a third. All the while coating my hole with the slippery jelly. After she had opened me up she took the dildo from me and inserted it into a harness that she wrapped around her waist. It looked strange to see my girlfriend with a huge prick sticking out from her groin. Jill lifted and spread my legs and said, "Relax, Baby, I'll be gentle. I know you're a virgin." Jill pressed the bulbous head of the dildo against my sphincter muscle and began to spread the muscle. I moaned as I was stretched and invaded. Slowly she pushed in further while telling me to relax. I felt the latex monster continue to move deeper into my anal passage until I felt Jill's groin pressed against my ass. She remained still for a moment before she began withdrawing from me. I felt empty as she withdrew until only the head of the prick was locked behind my sphincter. Again she pressed forward and the pain was beginning to be replaced by pleasure. I moaned with pleasure as she fucked me deeper and faster. "Close your eyes, Caitlin, imagine that its Jim pumping his man-meat into your cunt. Think about how he is going to fill your pussy with his baby batter. Think about carrying his baby," Jill chanted as she continued to fuck me. I imagined that I was looking up into Jim's handsome face as he smiled down on me. I felt myself becoming more excited as the prick massaged my bowels and then with a huge moan I came. I had not touched myself and my cock was still trapped between my legs by the gaff but I felt the warm, stickiness spreading around my balls as Jill slowly withdrew from my boy- pussy. We got up and shared a shower as we washed our juices and sweat from our bodies. Then I put on one of my new nighties and fell asleep in Jill's arms. Jill convinced me to remain as Caitlin on Sunday and we went out to a local bistro for brunch. And then we strolled through town, looking through the shops and street vendors. The following Saturday was the recital for our belly dancing class and we spent the week preparing for it. On Tuesday and Thursday we had our final classes. On Saturday afternoon we met the other girls at the hall Darlene had rented for the recital. We helped each other get into our costumes and made sure everything was in place. Darlene had combined our recital with several other classes of younger girls who had been learning ballet and modern dance. We were the last to go on and were amazed at how full the hall was. The music started and we began to dance. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt dancing these erotic dances in front of a large audience. After our performance Darlene introduced each of us to the audience. After the recital Darlene had snacks for everyone and several of the parents complimented us on our dances. Darlene pulled Jill and I aside and introduced us to a gentleman who said he owned a Greek restaurant and was looking for a couple of belly dancers to perform on Friday and Saturday evenings. Jill pulled me aside and asked me what I thought. I told her how much I enjoyed performing this evening and thought it would be fun. I had become proud of how slim my waist had become since we began taking the classes. I actually looked better than some of my other classmates and Jill and I had put much more work into perfecting our dancing. Jill went back and told Mr. Ceros that we would take the job. Sunday morning I figured that since I had been in girl mode for almost two weeks I had better remove my breast forms and gaff and let my skin breathe. As I took my shower it felt strange to wash my chest and genitals. The jockeys and t-short felt coarse against my skin. Jill suggested that we go to our favorite bistro for brunch and I put on a pair of khakis and a pullover along with my boat shoes and we walked to the bistro. As we drank our coffees and ate our bagels I needed to use the restroom. As I walked down the hall to the restrooms I almost entered the women's. I quickly changed directions and pushed open the door to the men's room. A man was coming out and gave me a strange look. I used the urinal for the first time in almost two weeks and it felt strange. As I sat back in my chair, Jill could tell I was distracted. "What's the matter?" she asked. I looked up at her and said, "I almost walked into the ladies' room and some guy gave me a strange look as I entered the men's room. It was almost like he thought I was going into the wrong room. Have I changed that much that I now look like a girl more than a guy?" "Jerry being short and having fair skin I know you were sometimes mistaken for a girl at school. Now that your hair is longer and you have an earring in each ear you look even more like a girl. And with the weight you've lost and your eyebrows being somewhat thinned its easy for someone to make that mistake." "What am I going to do?" "What do you want to do? We've made a commitment to Mr. Ceros to dance at his club. We could always call him and cancel but I don't think you really want to. Then you could get a haircut and take the earrings out of your ears and after gaining a little weight you would be pretty much back to how you used to look." "Jill, I hate to admit it but I enjoy dancing and wearing sexy lingerie and women's clothes. But that doesn't make me much of a man," I said as I hung my head and looked at my coffee. "Jerry, I like you as my boyfriend and I like you as my girlfriend. If you want to wear dressed and be my lesbian lover I can live with that. Darlene and the other girls in the dance class are very supportive of you and you don't need to portray yourself as a man for your job. We can get you some ID and you can live with me as my girlfriend." "But, Jill, what will you think of me then?" "Caitlin, I will think that you are doing what makes you happy and that will make me happy." Jill calling me Caitlin brought a smile to my face and I could hardly wait to get back to the apartment and into something frilly and sexy. The following day Jill told me she had made an appointment with her gynecologist for the following Thursday. I was apprehensive about seeing a doctor dressed as a woman but Jill assured me that she would know what to do. On Friday evening Jill and I showed up at Mr. Ceros' club and performed three sets of dances billed as Sabrina and Fatima. The diners at the restaurant were very enthusiastic and we collected over a hundred dollars in tips. Saturday was just as good and Mr. Ceros told us that word of mouth had brought in several new customers. Thursday, Jill and I sat down with the doctor and she asked me about my feelings and how long I had been dressing. She told us she wasn't qualified to diagnose a transgender condition but she referred me to psychologist that specialized in transgenderism. The following week I met with Dr. Jenner and she explained how she would be treating me. She said I would meet with her weekly and would have group sessions every other week. She also started me on hormones to enhance my figure and block the production of male hormones. She said that no surgeon would perform reassignment surgery before I had lived and worked for at least a year as a woman and had her recommendation. The next day I boxed up all of my male clothes and took them to a consignment shop to sell. Most of them didn't fit me anymore anyhow. Cast of Characters Jerry / Caitlin Jill - Jerry's girlfriend Darlene - Teacher / Dance Studio Owner Cheryl - Dance Student Brenda - Dance Student Dan - Jill's Co-worker Jim - Dan's friend Mr Ceros - Owner of a Greek restaurant Dr Jenner - Psychologist