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The Start of a New Life
Amy Holiday
The sun was bright as I headed south on Interstate 95. It was early spring
and I was happy to leave the north for my new home. The traffic moved along
at a pretty fast pace from the Carolina's south and picked up more speed
south of Jacksonville. Since my legs tend to cramp up I stop for either gas
or a break about every hour And besides, I drink so much coffee or diet
coke that I really do have to stop that often.
The traffic was steady for most of the trip, heavy around Jacksonville,
then thinner as I approached Daytona Beach where I spent the night. On my
way at 8 AM the next morning after a free breakfast in the hotel I got off
the Interstate an hour or so later at Fort Pierce and switched to the
Florida Turnpike. The turnpike parallels I-95 south and avoids a lot of the
traffic through Fort Lauderdale and Miami.
My last stop on the mainland was for gas and a burger at the end of the
Turnpike Homestead Extension in Florida City. From there south there is a
long stretch of straight divided two lane road through the southern end of
the Everglades to Key Largo. It is the beginning of the Overseas Highway
that ends in Key West, my destination.
The road to Key West is about a hundred miles of mostly two lane road. The
speed limit is moderate as the highway goes through one small town after
another. I stopped at a roadside park and changed my look. I took off my T-
shirt, put on my mastectomy bra and a feminine top. I did my makeup as well
as I could looking in the mirror on the back of the sun-visor. I was
changing my life and I wanted to look female when I arrived at my
apartment.
I started my transition three months ago and although my face is more
feminine, especially with my long hair, I have no breast development or fat
relocation. But I am thin and make a reasonable presentation for someone
who is almost five foot eleven. I picked Key West as a place to live
because the locals are pretty laid back and accepting. It is also about as
far away from anywhere as you can get. I trashed all my male clothing and
now have only women's things. It didn't make any sense to keep my old
clothes since I had no intention of ever wearing them again.
On my last trip, about a month ago I rented a small apartment. Each
apartment has one parking space in small gravel covered area in front of
the apartment building. My apartment is on the second floor but has a
ground floor entrance. I propped the door open and carried all my luggage
and stuff up the wooden stairs to the second floor. It is a small
apartment, one main room, a kitchen, one bedroom and a single bathroom.
There is also a small wooden deck at the back. The view out of the front
windows is of trees and the apartment house across the street. But the view
out the back through the sliding glass door is of a lush green courtyard.
Tall trees block the view of the apartments on the next street over. There
is also a small roof over the deck so there is shade during the day and
protection from a light rain.
It was dinner time and I was hungry but I wasn't ready to go to a
restaurant as yet. Actually, I was a little scared someone would see me as
a man in woman's clothing. But I wasn't as apprehensive about going to the
grocery store. There are all kinds of people in grocery stores, old people,
pretty young women, some not so pretty women, and a few men. I put myself
in the not so pretty woman category. Also people don't look at each other
very closely in grocery stores. They are to busy scanning the shelves for
the food items or looking down the isles as they push the grocery cart.
Everyone seems to be in some kind of daze. Even the check out clerks spend
most of their time looking at the groceries they are scanning as they pass
the bar codes over the scanner. Then they look at the bags as they load the
food into the paper or plastic bags. They only look up to ask you for the
money. Then say something nice like "have a nice day" or "thank you for
shopping with us" as they hand you the receipt. So I felt pretty
comfortable as I headed to the nearby Publix supermarket.
I changed to shorts and a cotton top with flip flops on my feet. I think
flip flops are the universal feminine footwear in Florida. As expected no
one said a word to me as I went up and down the isles filling my grocery
cart. The young bag boy at the checkout counter asked me if I wanted him to
put the groceries in my car. I felt very good that he was going to offer to
help a woman. He also called me ma'am. Of course I let him take my
groceries out to my car and put them in the trunk. I offered him a tip but
he said it was a free service from Publix.
Back home I hauled the groceries up the stairs reminding myself that I got
a second floor apartment for privacy but wondering if this up and down was
going to get old. In a short time I had dinner ready and was sitting on the
sofa to watch football. Even women watch football, don't they?
During the next couple of days I toured the island and took in all the
tourist sights. Key West is not that big and it is hard to realize that at
one time it was the largest city in Florida. I found a local salon,
recommended by a lady I met on one of my trips to the grocery. I had told
her how much I admired her hair and asked where she had it done. I got the
full treatment, or at least for me, the full treatment. I had a pedicure, a
manicure with nail extensions, a haircut and permanent. When I looked in
the mirror I felt so very good. It was a dream come true. I also loved my
beautiful long red nails. They matched my toes that were now on display
with the flip flops.
One problem developed that I had not anticipated, although I should have. I
needed more bras. It is warm or rather hot down here and my bra gets all
sweaty. Like I need a fresh one every day. Also my skin sweats under the
breast forms and drips down and soaks the elastic on the bottom of the bra.
I ordered a couple more on line. I would have bought more but they are
pretty pricey.
On about the third day while I was fixing some dinner there was a knock at
my door. I had no idea who it could be but I went down and looked through
the peep hole. There was a young woman standing there. When I opened the
door she introduced herself as Cheryl. She lived in the second floor
apartment next to mine and came to invite me over for a drink and to meet
her room mate. I told her I was in the middle of fixing dinner but she
insisted I come over. So, I told her I would be over in a minute, went
upstairs, turned off the burner on the stove, brushed my hair, put on some
lipstick and went to their door. Cheryl had left it open for me.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. These were the first people I had met
as my new me, Monica. Cheryl's room mate, Jennifer, was another young woman
about Cheryl's age, perhaps twenty-five. They greeted me like a long lost
friend. I was happily surprised. Cheryl and Jennifer both worked in town
and had been here almost a year. They warned me about the guy downstairs.
He is always hitting on them. I said that at my age, mid thirties, I don't
think he will be so aggressive. No, they said, thirties is right down his
ally. They were so happy to have someone living next door. Cheryl took me
out on the deck and showed me that there is a door between the two
apartments. They hoped I would leave it unlocked so we could get together
without running up and down the stairs.
After a few glasses of wine Jennifer suggested we go out for something to
eat. She was in the mood for something fried. So off we went to a local
bar/restaurant. We all ordered appetizers and more wine. I really enjoyed
the conversation when suddenly Jennifer asked if I was a tyranny. I gulped
and said yes. Cheryl said that she and Jennifer were lesbian and it was so
wonderful to have me next door. I explained that I considered myself
lesbian also because I didn't want to be with men. Both women laughed and
said that they could introduce me to some other women my age. Life can't
get any better than this. I started to cry. We all toasted to a wonderful
life.
The next morning I had one whale of a hangover. I only weigh 155 pounds and
with female hormones my body processes alcohol like a woman so I was pretty
smashed last night. Then I remembered I had an appointment with my new
doctor at 10 AM. She had been recommended by my doctor up north because her
practice included transgender patients. The office is just off Duval Street
on the southern side of the island. I parked in the nearby parking lot and
took the elevator to the fourth floor. There were three women sitting in
the waiting room. An assistant handed me a health form to fill out. Boy
they ask a lot of questions. I turned it in and waited for perhaps twenty
minutes.
A door opened and an assistant called my name. I followed her into a small
room with an examination table. She took my pulse and blood pressure then
handed me a hospital gown and told me to get undressed, put on the gown,
and wait for the doctor. In a few minutes the doctor came in. She was short
and had the most beautiful head of light brown hair. She introduced herself
and opened the discussion with me about what I had already done and what
medication I was on and so forth. Then she did a brief examination of my
body and listened to my heart and breathing. She noted that my nipples had
started to bloom and that I should expect some growth in the near future.
At first it will only feel like a softness in the chest but will expand bit
by bit. But she warned that men do not usually grow very large breasts and
need augmentation to look natural. She also noted that I had had my
testicles removed. The scrotum had atrophied and my penis had shrunk up
pretty much also. She asked if I planned on SRS and I said no. I told her
that I really am not attracted to men only women so I didn't plan on ever
having a vaginoplasty because I didn't think I would ever need a vagina.
She said that it was good because there wasn't much skin left to work with.
We went over what to expect in the next few months and said that she would
like to see me every month or so. Since I didn't have any testicles I
didn't need any testosterone blockers only female hormones. She said that
she wanted me to get some blood work done before our next meeting and then
gave me a prescription for hormones. I left feeling really good about my
new doctor.
Key West is beautiful and a great place to live but not a great place for
large size women's shoes or clothes for that matter. Once a month or so I
drove up to Miami for a day of shopping. There are outlet stores of every
kind in Miami, shoes, dresses, shorts, tops, everything. I am to tall for
high heels, although I would love to wear them, so I mostly bought flats or
low wedge heel shoes and plenty of flip flops. In Miami I could actually
try them on unlike the internet where I could get everything but it was
always a crap shoot as to whether it would fit or even look good.
Cheryl and Jennifer became good friends. They invited me to their parties
where I met a wide range of Key West people. Many of their guests were
lesbian but I can only guess because no wears a name badge with lesbian on
it. But when two women come together I guess they are a couple. Not many
men came to their parties and those that did were not the macho looking
guy. I guess they were just normal guys they knew from work.
At one party a very tall gal started a conversation with me over a glass of
white wine. She was easily five foot ten but wore three inch heels which
made her over six foot. I was impressed with her casual manner and her well
manicured appearance. Her hair and makeup and were impeccable. After only a
few minutes I got the distinct impression that she was hitting on me. This
had never happened to me before. I really wasn't sure what to do. So I just
kept talking. The next day Jennifer came over and said that Gloria was
taken by me. She had seen Gloria at lunch and she kept asking questions
about me. I asked Jennifer what I should do. And she said to just keep it
up at the next party, which was next Friday, and see what happens. But, she
added, beware Gloria likes to be in control. Unless you are willing to be
the weaker partner don't go out with her. I thanked her for the information
but then wondered what came next.
My entire life I had always been the man in the relationship. I was
expected to be in charge, or so I thought. I didn't know if I could handle
a relationship with a stronger willed person. But there was only one way to
find out. I agreed to dinner with Gloria. I really enjoyed the evening. As
expected Gloria drove and picked out the restaurant. Again she was well
groomed from her hair to her nails. Her make up was flawless. I asked her
how she did it and she said that she had taken a cosmetology course with
the idea of becoming a beautician but decided against it because it didn't
pay enough so she borrowed some money and opened a cosmetics store that
sold all natural cosmetics to tourists. The hours could be long but the
income was excellent, especially in season.
Jennifer had already told Gloria that I was transitioning so I didn't have
to worry about telling her of my condition. But Gloria did ask some
questions about why I needed to become a woman and how did I like it so
far. She seemed to accept my explanations at face value. And that was good
because I told it like it is. Almost my whole life I looked in the mirror
and saw a boy and then a man but I wanted to see a girl and then a woman.
But I never told anyone. My therapist explained it as a shame response. I
was ashamed to want to be a woman. The shame was so great that I did lots
of manly things to cover things up. I went out for all the athletic teams
in high school and at college I took on a sloppy look with long hair and
pierced ears. But I did like girls. I got laid as often as the next guy.
After graduation from college I got a good paying job and had enough money
to afford to cross dress. Although I rarely went out I spent many weekends
as Monica. Sometimes I put on a nice outfit and went for a long drive. But
this wasn't enough. I saw a therapist who worked with me to help me find
myself. After about six months I came to the conclusion that I needed to
become a woman. She agreed since I didn't have any other issues. She said
that sometimes people think that changing gender will solve all their
problems but that changing gender only solves one problem, feeling that you
are the wrong sex.
After dinner Gloria drove me home. I asked her in for a glass of wine but
she said not on the first date. But that she enjoyed my company and hoped
to go out together again soon.
A couple of weeks later another woman hit on me at one of Cheryl's parties.
We went out together to a movie the next night. She was a little more
aggressive than Gloria and was into kissing and hugging on the first date.
In a few months I knew a number of women my age, joined a bowling league,
and went bicycling with a club. My confidence grew and so did my body. My
face was very feminine, my breasts were there but only an A cup. My butt
and thighs were larger which filled out shorts and jeans much better.
Except for boobs I had an excellent body.
So I went to Miami to see a plastic surgeon. I felt more confident in using
a Miami clinic for breast augmentation and everything else. After a year on
hormones my doctor suggested I go ahead with breast augmentation. I wanted
a larger chest than I had now. I visited a well-known clinic. After a brief
examination I scheduled my surgery for the following month. My surgery was
to include breasts, chin, and Adam's apple. The time really dragged. I was
so anxious for the surgery that I had trouble sleeping. Also I could stop
wearing those silicone breasts.
I let my hair get longer and longer. I loved playing with it. I had always
been jealous of women with long hair. I wanted to be able to put it up in a
pony tail as I jogged. It was plenty long now. It also was starting to show
some grey and I was beside myself. I was to young to be a grey haired old
lady. So I colored it to a rich brown that matched my natural color.
The month finally went by and I drove up to Miami, South Miami actually.
Jennifer came with me. We checked into a very nice hotel near the clinic. I
brought a cooler full of food because the doctor said I would have to stay
at least a week for recovery. He didn't want me driving back to Key West
right away. On the morning of the surgery Jennifer drove me to the clinic
without any jewelry or a purse or anything. Jennifer had my identification.
The front desk took my information and had me sit down. The Today show was
on the big screen flat TV in the waiting area. In less than fifteen minutes
the nurse called out my name. She escorted me down a hall and through some
double doors to a large room with many alcoves all around the perimeter.
She led me to one of those, handed me a plastic bag for my clothes and
valuables and a hospital gown. She pulled the curtain closed so I could
undress and put everything in the bag.
I was trying to tie the gown in the back when she came in and told me to
leave it untied and to lie down on the gurney. It was really cold and she
provided heated blankets to cover me up.
In a few minutes the anesthesiologist came in, introduced himself and
checked the charts. He asked a few questions and then had me sign a
permission form for him to put me under. While this was going on the nurse
took my blood pressure and pulse. We chit chatted while waiting for the
doctor.
In less than a quarter hour the surgeon arrived and had me tell him what he
was going to do. He used a marker and put some marks on my chin, throat,
and chest. Then he said he would see me in the OR.
The nurse had put an IV needle in my left hand and hooked it up to a saline
drip. She told me she was giving me something to ease my anxiety as she
used a needle to inject something into the IV flow tube. Then she pushed my
bed out of the alcove and down the hall to the OR. That is the last thing I
remember.
When I came to I was in the recovery room. I was very groggy but awake.
Almost immediately a nurse came over and welcomed be back to the world of
the living. She said that the surgery had gone well and I might start
feeling some pain. I tried to look down and see the results and she raised
the bed so I could see easier. There they were, two raised areas on my
chest. I reached up to touch them but she said not to.
Jennifer came in and sat next to me. I lay there for quite some time.
Finally I said I have to pee. The nurse said that is what she had been
waiting for. It was required that I urinate before leaving the Recovery
Room. She brought over a bed pan and I had no trouble relieving myself.
In a few minutes two attendants helped me stand up, get dressed and sit in
a wheel chair. They rolled me to the clinic exit where Jennifer was waiting
with the car to take me back to our hotel.
The nurse had given me some pain pills and said that she had called in a
prescription for me to a local pharmacy that delivered. I really felt like
I had an elephant on my chest. I spent the next two days in the big easy
chair in my hotel room taking pills and drinking water. I only got up to
use the toilet. During the day Jennifer went shopping in Miami while I
watched TV or read magazines. At the end of the week Jennifer took me to
the doctor's office. He removed the bandages revealing the two most
beautiful breasts. He removed the band aid on my throat and took out two
stitches. He also removed the bandages from my chin and removed the
stitches. It looked like I had been a pretty good fight but he said things
looked great and I could go home anytime. But come back in a month for a
follow up. He gave me a cotton support bra to hold me up until I felt
better. He recommended I wear a bra continuously for the immediate future
until I was comfortable.
Jennifer and I drove back to Key West. Every major bump was painful as my
new breasts bounced up and down. They didn't feel like I expected. Natural
breasts are all fatty tissue and move all over the place. There was no
question there was something inside me that looked great but had a more
solid form. I still loved them. Now I felt and looked more like a woman
than ever before.
When I got home Cheryl brought over a casserole she had baked. She wanted
to see my new boobs and I was more than willing to show off. It took almost
a month for my face to return to normal. I loved to look at myself in the
mirror. I wasn't a raving beauty but I was pretty.
I changed my wardrobe some. I could now wear tank tops without a bra. I
loved to show some cleavage and my nipples stood out through the thin
cloth. I felt really sexy.
After over a year of leisure I was getting bored. I was also spending all
my savings. In my previous life I been in sales. Having worked for
different companies I was an experienced outside sales rep. Gloria set me
up for an interview with a local radio station. They were looking for
someone to sell air-time. The called the position something like Executive
Air-time Consultant, it was sales plain and simple. I loved it and I guess
they liked me because the next day I was called back to meet with the
station's manager. No one said anything about gender or anything. He just
said I was hired and should plan on starting work Monday.
I was so excited. I called Gloria and let her know that I had been hired. I
had a party at my apartment Friday evening to celebrate my new found job. I
invited the people I had met during the last year, about twenty-five, men
and women, including Cheryl and Jennifer next door. I didn't want the guy
from downstairs complaining about the noise so I invited him. I also
thought it would be funny watching him try to hit on the women at the
party.
I probably overspent on food and drink but I was in a celebratory mood. I
had hot buffalo wings from the place on the corner, hush puppies, shrimp,
nuts, nachos, veggies, and assorted dips. I filled a small tub with ice
and filled it with beer and wine. I got wine in these cute little bottles
so I didn't have to worry about glasses. It might be a little tacky but I
liked it. And so did everyone else. People started showing up at seven and
the last person left at about one AM. I was exhausted and left cleanup for
the next morning and went straight to bed.
I cleaned everything up Saturday morning and then drove to Miami for some
shopping. I needed some business outfits for my new job. I even bought a
couple of pair of high heeled shoes. Gloria said that people respond well
to a really tall woman.
On Sunday I went to church. It was the first time since moving to Key West.
I was so thankful for my new life and how well things had turned out. I had
really created a new life and I loved it.
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