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Whoops Payback By Marina Kelly For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. This is a story about the aftermath of a wife's conduct toward her husband continuing my story 'Whoops'. This story was previously posted on FM; but has been heavily edited and rewritten, thanks to the creative mind of Monica Rose. The ending is a drastic change from my last version. Marina J @ @ @ @ Carol had just arrived home from her office, poured two glasses of Phil's favorite white wine, and waited for her husband's return from work. Lost in her melancholy, Carol lamented her rash actions for the thousandth time, which had put such a strain on their marriage. 'Oh why hadn't I simply talked to Phil when I found all those female clothes?' Halfway through her wine Carol began to relax and realized, at least in the professional sense, things had gone way better than she could have hoped for. Dr. Phyllis had rapidly developed an almost cult like following among San Francisco's transgender community, known as the psychologist with the bodacious boobs. Carol had offered to reduce the size of his implants, but Phyllis declined for now. They had become his trademark, and were partially responsible for the long waiting list of clients. Ignoring the potential ethical conflicts of nepotism, Phyllis had even referred several of her transgender patients to Carol's office for cosmetic surgery. Unfortunately at home, things had not gone as well. Phil told Carol that he forgave her; but he could not forget her lack of faith in him. He remained a real gloomy Gus. Carol had tried everything from sex to booze to lift his spirits. So far nothing had worked. Carol sipped her drink and let her mind wander, and tried to think outside the box, contemplated various scenarios to revive their relationship. She ran a range of ideas through her imagination. 'Let me see, every man's fantasy is a three way - no that would raise the thorny issue of who to invite. If we invited a man I would be left out. There is no way I could compete with her body. Maybe just some role playing, hmmm that has possibilities. Perhaps we could take a romantic vacation; I would love to see Phyllis in a bikini. As Carol mentally visualized her husband frolicking in the surf wearing only an 'itsy bitsy, teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini,' a broad smile broke out across her face. Carol chuckled, "With Phyllis's body it would have to be special ordered of course. This all brought Carol back full circle to reality. Carol's first attempt at sex with her feminized husband had been an unmitigated disaster. Phyllis had initially rejected Carol's overtures outright. Burdened with a great deal of guilt, Carol spent an inordinate amount of time planning and seducing her feminized husband. She knew she had to do something, and was fearful that one day Phyllis might lose interest in her as a sexual partner altogether. Intimacy was only consummated when Carol was the aggressor, and eventually he gave in to her persistent advances. Alas, conventional intercourse proved impossible as Phil's little man would swell; but wouldn't remain firm enough for penetration. On the positive side, the couple rediscovered the joys of oral sex. His penis was still sensitive and with the right stimulation Carol was able to give Phyllis a modicum of pleasure. Her medical books assured her castrated men were fully capable of having erections; there are documented cases of them achieving an orgasm. Carol laid her head on the back of the couch and let her mind wander, attempting to escape the nightmare of her life. She concentrated on the memories of her recent successes in the bedroom. At the offer of sex, Phyllis would feign indifference and put up token resistance. However once Carol got him into bed and started sucking and licking his erogenous zones, his walls of inhibitions crumbled like a sandcastle hit by a wave. Carol took pride in her seduction prowess. Hers, and as it turns out his, preferred foreplay was when Carol would work on his hypersensitive nipples, she could get him to squirm and moan like a bitch in heat. For those brief few minutes by alternating between Phyllis's three pleasure points Carol was able to let her husband relax and enjoy his new status of a man with tits. Carol was able to give her lover satisfaction, albeit short of a sperm spouting climax, but still it provided a form of sexual release he had been without for so long. After her sessions of fellatio, Phyllis would reciprocate; however Carol was aware his heart wasn't in it. She perceived it was performed more out of a sense of duty than enjoyment. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke Carol out of her trance. She jumped up, her hormones raging and almost knocked over the glass of wine perched on the coffee table. Rushing to greet her hubby at the front door Carol glanced through the window treatments hanging on the bay window. Her heart sank as she realized that the car was not theirs. Rather the shiny new BMW parked in the driveway belonged to her ex-best friend, Sue. Carol answered the door and swung it partially open, and unenthusiastically inquired, "Yes, what is it? "Can I come in?" Carol shrugged and replied, "Sure, where's your partner in crime?" Sue nonchalantly dropped the bomb, "Oh Chris, he's gone." A stunned Carol threw the door open and pulled Sue into her house. "OMG, what happened?" Gesturing towards Carol she announced, "You guys 'happened'. I blame Chris for this entire mix-up. If he had been 'man' enough to tell me he was really a 'woman', none of this would have come about. I was so mad at him. I wanted to cut his nuts off and feed them back to him in a casserole." "You wouldn't!" Laughing Sue said, "No of course not, all that blood would be too hard to clean up; but it was an option for a while." "Carol, what hurt me the worst was his actions destroyed our friendship. The bastard is paying for that, I promise. I have been so concerned about you...and Phil too of course." Carol engulfed Sue in a sisterly embrace and tried to comfort her. After a brief pause Carol said. "Sure I was angry, but I don't blame you. I do blame Chris a little. After I calmed down it became clear, the fault was entirely mine, I was a total idiot. It was too easy to believe I was the victim, another deceived wife. I became so self- absorbed in feeling sorry for myself I lost all perspective. It was so simple to jump to conclusions, and to believe the worst about Phil." The two women shared an emotional moment. Sue inquired, "Are we still friends? I haven't heard from you since that day." Carol responded by hugging her friend as firmly as she could. The tears in her eyes clouded her vision but she still noticed the slightest of movements in the porch shadows. "Sue is someone with you?" Sue let go of her friend and took a small step back. She turned towards the open doorway and said, "Oh my, where are my manners. Carol I would like you to meet my new housekeeper, I brought along me so I could introduce her to you and Phil. Chrissie get your ass in here!" In walked a tall, plain looking woman wearing a red long sleeve maxi dress, that was set off nicely with her short brown curly hair and long dangly earrings that lightly grazed the top of her broad shoulders. Carol's first impression was this woman lacked self-confidence; she moved with a strained gate and wore way too much makeup and had a diminutive bosom for such a large woman. Carol stared at her new houseguest, her head on a swivel as she looked from Sue and then to Chrissie and back again. Suddenly she had an epiphany. In amazement she said, "Sue, I thought you said that Chris was gone, if I am wrong this is going to be terribly embarrassing; but isn't this your husband?" Sue let out a belly laugh and looked Chrissie in the face and said, "Oh heavens no. I no longer have a husband. Do I Chrissie?" Chrissie stuttered out the response, "N...No Ma'am, you...your husband no longer exists. He has been replaced with me, your devoted and faithful attendant." Carol raised a cocked eyebrow and stared at Chrissie, half expecting to see a curtsy. But instead she observed a woman with an enigmatic grin who stood perfectly still, her shoulders back, and hands demurely crossed in front. "Sue, what the hell is going on?" "Alright, if I have to spell it out for you I will. As you found out Chris is a transsexual and has wanted to live his life as a woman. I have simply given him that opportunity. We had a long talk and realized we still love each other so we decided to stay together, just not as husband and wife. Chrissie is now my boarder, has her own room - in the basement and pays me rent; but as a punishment for her keeping secrets, she volunteered to become my permanent housekeeper. She goes to her law office during the day and comes home at night. After her household chores are completed she transitions into my friend/companion, and on some special nights, my concubine. She really has a very talented tongue. I am thinking about renting her out." Chrissie shifted nervously back and forth on his feet and turned a deep crimson red from embarrassment; but remained silent. Carol's hand flew to her face in disbelief as she proclaimed, "Oh my God! That means my actions have destroyed two marriages!" "No dear," Sue gestured towards Chrissie, "Our relationship was doomed for a long time. Chris keeping his secret was like the sword of Damocles hanging over our marriage. It was only a matter of time until it fell. So please don't feel responsible for anything that has happened between us. In fact, I believe we are happier now than at any time in our marriage." Chrissie smiled and nodded his head almost indiscernibly in agreement. Carol looked at the wine glasses on the table and said, "I am a terrible hostess. Here Sue take this one, I will get another glass for Chris." Sue took a sip and said, "This is excellent." Carol started for the kitchen and said, "Yes it is a German wine, Liebfraumilch I believe it is called. Phil never cared for wine, but it has become Phyllis's favorite. There are several more bottles in the refrigerator. Let me go get a bottle." Sue stopped Carol in her tracks with, "Don't bother with anything for Chrissie. She isn't thirsty right now!" Chrissie waved his hand as if to say yea, she's right. "Excuse me, I believe I hear, Phyllis' car now. We can all sit down and talk this thing through." "Well if that is what you want, but I had hoped to take everyone out to dinner. I've made dinner reservations for four at the new club on State Avenue." At that moment Phyllis walked through the open door, totally distracted his head down as he was busily texting on his phone. He glanced into the room and only acknowledged his guests with a mere nod. Without a word he headed straight to the bedroom. The rhythmic clicking of his heels on the hardwood floor resonated through the room, and was ended by the gentle closing of the door. Carol took a large gulp from her glass and apologized for the cool reception and began to weep. "Well at least he didn't slam the door this time. I am so sorry; he has become such a curmudgeon and a total hermit. He goes to work and spends his nights pouting in our bedroom." A concerned Sue reached for Carol's hands and said, "It's alright, we can make it another night." "No, please I would love to go out tonight, I am going stir crazy. Aside from work I haven't been out of the house since that fateful day." Chrissie set his purse on the couch and stood up and walked toward the closed bedroom door. Over his shoulder, he said, "As a lawyer I have always had a gift for oral persuasion; let me give it a try." Carol shrugged her shoulders in consent. She and Sue sat in the living room, and drank wine and waited the outcome of the bedroom summit. They waited, 10, 20, 30, minutes and still nothing. Just as Carol was about to go find out what was going on, the bedroom door opened and the two 'ladies' walked into the room shoulder to shoulder. Both Carol and Sue did a double take as their husbands were holding hands. Phyllis had changed outfits and was now dressed in a pink scarf-type blouse and subtle pink and gray plaid tulip skirt, his outfit was completed with white three inch open toe wedge sandals. Without making eye contact, Chrissie walked to his purse and took out his lipstick and compact and proceeded to repair his lips. Phyllis was two steps behind and said, "Carol I can't possibly go out looking like this. Have you seen my lip-gloss? Mine seems to have worn off." At which point Phyllis and Chrissie glanced at each other and giggled in unison. Sue leaned into Carol and whispered, "What the hell happened in there?" "I have no idea, I am not sure I want to know. Let's get out of here before they change their minds." Sue glanced at her watch and walked to the front door with a "Come on ladies, it's time to go, let's party." Phyllis walked over to Chrissie, took his hand and led him to the front door. Carol trailed as she locked the door. As she turned to join the group she was shocked to see Chrissie and Phyllis walking side by side with Chrissie's hand resting on her husband's right buttocks. Sue drove with Carol joining her in the front seat. Phyllis and Chrissie slipped into the backseat and snuggled together. The drive to the restaurant was uneventful except for an occasional tittering chuckle from the rear. At one point Carol turned to investigate the commotion and caught a glimpse of Chrissie with his hand on Phyllis's happy area. Catching Carol's eye, Chrissie gave her a dramatic theatrical wink and calmly moved his hand back to his own lap. The restaurant lobby was crowded with guests milling around waiting for a table. Sue confidently bullied her way through the throng to the receptionist's stand and announced their arrival. As the hostess checked her reservation list, Sue subtly slipped her a twenty dollar bill. Amid a slight murmur of complaints, the foursome was seated almost immediately. The four were shown to a table on the patio overlooking a beautiful well lit Japanese garden. The ladies sat in silence mesmerized by the relaxing nature of the four tiered terracotta water fall that emptied into a fish pond full of coy. It seemed time passed in a flash, as a handsome muscular young man seemed to materialize out of nowhere near their table. All eyes turn to this Adonis as he said in a deep resonating voice, "Hello ladies let me welcome you. I am Peter. I will be your server tonight." Then in a flirtatious manner, he added, "If there is anything you don't see on the menu that you like, just ask for it." Sue ordered a bottle of chardonnay and an appetizer of sliced cheeses for the table. Carol and Phyllis each ordered the halibut special, Sue ordered a petite steak, medium well and told the waiter Chrissie would only be having a green salad with the dressing on the side, commenting, "She's on a very strict diet. Isn't that right Chrissie?" Chrissie replied, "Yes ma'am." Then he quietly murmured to his table mates, "My protein intake is monitored very closely." With a knowing smile Chrissie reached out and laid his hand on Phyllis's hand and gave it a slight squeeze. With a wink at Phyllis he continued with, "However, I do cheat on that occasionally. Man does not live by bread alone. He occasionally needs a little meat." As the waiter left, Phyllis shocked everyone with the offhanded comment. "Girls, get a look at those buns of steel. He could crush a walnut with that ass." Carol, Sue and Chrissie about got whiplash whirling the heads to the direction Phyllis was looking. Then everyone looked at Phyllis who was grinning like a Cheshire cat and responded, "What? I was just making an observation." This produced spontaneous laughter from all four, which was loud enough to attract the attention of several adjoining tables. Regaining their composure, the ladies quieted down and waited for the main course to be served. In low conspiratorial tones, they passed the time by taking turns rating the asses of the various waiters that fluttered around the room. In a unanimous decision Peter's was rated 'best of show.' During a lull in the game, Sue said, "Carol, Chrissie has something important to ask you. Go on dear, now is as good a time as any." Chrissie took a deep breath and stared at the napkin in his lap with his scarlet painted lips trembling, and said, "Carol as of last month Phyllis is my psychologist and has given me permission to officially begin my transition. I feel terrible about the trouble I have caused the two of you. The question I want to ask is: would you consider doing my cosmetic surgery?" "Of course I will, when the time is right." Carol put her hand on Chrissie's jaw and turned it to get a better perspective. She said, "You have great bone structure and a lot of potential to be pretty. Exactly what kind of look are you going for?" Chrissie broke into get sobs and tears drifted down his cheeks. Chrissie used his napkin to dry his eyes and accidently smeared his mascara so that he looked like he had a raccoon mask on. Everyone at the table refrained from commenting realizing it wouldn't help. Between blubbers Chrissie managed, "I have no right to request your help; but please I just want so much to look like Phyllis." He brought his hands up to his small breasts and went on, "I am so jealous of her figure. Could you do the same for me? I can't wait to have a chest like hers that has been my life's dream." Carol was dismayed, "Chrissie you need to really think about that decision. What I did to Phil was a terrible mistake. If you want to live your life as a normal woman you really should have something more proportional to your body frame." Sue reached over and patted her husband's hand, "Now, now sweetie, don't cry; it will be alright." Then a slightly sarcastic tone added, "We will find some way to get you the great big boobies you want." She lowered her voice so that it only carried to Phyllis and said, "I need to speak to Carol. Could you take Chrissie to the powder room and help repair her face?" The two headed for the powder room again holding hands. As the two got out of earshot Sue spoke, "She is so emotional now that the hormones have kicked in." "Sue, if your husband has just begun seeing Phyllis they should not have that much of an impact already." "I know, I probably shouldn't tell you this but I have been feeding him my birth control pills for weeks and weeks and I made a copy of the hormone script Chris brought home and had it filled at two different locations. I have been feeding him a double dose every day." "You idiot, do you know what could happen? He must be monitored very closely. The side effects can be deadly." "I know that is why I am telling you. I still love him and don't want anything bad to happen. I am just impatient for the process to show results." Carol leaned toward her friend and asked, "How far does he intend to take this?" "Right now he only wants to appear more feminine. But, what he wants is irrelevant. I intend for him to go all the way. Mark my words, when the time comes he will be begging for a pussy." An incredulous Carol asked, "You want him to be a complete woman?" "As far as I know, he doesn't like men, so making him into a woman is sweet justice." Carol thought about what she had seen tonight and questioned her friend's observations and began to wonder about her own husband. "As a woman, he'll be a lesbian and will have to stay with me forever. His living 24/7 as a woman started today. Chrissie had her first day at work in skirts. That is one of the reasons she is so emotional. She was read as a man and had several verbal confrontations, one at work with a co-worker and one with a total stranger during the train ride home." @ @ @ @ Meanwhile in the confines of the little girls' room the two former men had a good laugh. Phil asked his friend Chris, "Do you think they are buying our little act?" "I think so, how far do you want to take this charade Chris?" Chris contemplated the question and responded, "I don't normally make out on a first date, but this is special. How about a passionate goodbye kiss when we drop you off at home?" Phil gave it a moment's thought then nodded his consent. Chirs asked, "I have a personal question, can I ask it?" "Of course Chris go right ahead." "You know Sue and I don't have any children, if this goes where Sue intends we never will. You can't have children. Does it bother you? I have been giving the subject a lot of thought. Someday I might want to be a father." Then, smiling, he added, "Or if I am really lucky even a mother. Just the thought of some little rug rat calling me mommy gives me goose bumps." Phil looked his friend right in the eye. "Can you keep a secret?" "Let me see, I kept my cross dressing a secret for 20 years, so I can safely say yes." "Chris, I may already be a daddy." "What, you cheated on Carol!" "I would never do that, I love her too much. When I was in college I needed extra cash, so I frequently sold my sperm to the local fertility clinic. As far as I know there may be dozens of little Phil's running around. If Carol and I ever decide to have children we can always have a turkey baster baby. "What I am suggesting to you is while you can, save a few of your swimmers in case things change for you in the future. I still have the name and address of the fertility clinic; I will email them to you. I am sure they will put them in deepfreeze for you. @ @ @ @ Carol tried to digest Sue's statements when Sue cheerfully announced, "Here come the girls now, forget this little incident and try and enjoy the rest of our evening. Maybe we could even pick up a couple of guys." Carol gasped, "Are you crazy? As a married woman, I will never cheat on my husband; it is out of the question!" "Oh, Carol, don't be an old stick in the mud. Sixty five percent of wives cheat on their husbands at one time or another, so don't go getting all goody two shoes on me. I have already started bringing men home to get Chrissie accustomed to the idea. I haven't taken any to my bed yet, but that will come." Carol gave the idea of fucking a real man a passing thought. She was a young woman with needs, but the thought of cheating on her husband was too disturbing to contemplate. She took her marriage vows seriously and would never violate them. This brief interlude reminded Carol of the intimacy in her marriage that she had cost herself. It played on her mind and thoroughly depressed her. Sue anxiously awaited her response. Carol turned to her friend and said, "I will never have sex again, if I can't have it with Phil." Sue mocked her friend's response and said, "Honey, unless I'm going blind I don't see any Phil, only a bombshell of a she male called Phyllis." "Sue, don't talk like that, Phil is still there. I admit the chassis has been radically altered; but I refuse to accept that I have destroyed the essence that once was my husband ??" he's still in there." The rest of the evening was a disappointment. No one felt in the party mood. Sue dropped off Carol and Phyllis at their home. Carol was dismayed, when her husband, hugged Sue goodnight and gave Chrissie a lingering obviously passionate kiss on the lips. While they were lip locked, Chrissie's hand again almost nonchalantly slid down until it ended up firmly cupping Phyllis's buttock cheeks. Carol chased Phyllis down and wanted to talk about the evening but Phyllis refused to discuss the issue and went directly to bed. @ @ @ @ It was exactly a week later; Carol had a terrible premonition that something bad was about to happen and spent the entire afternoon calling Phyllis on her cell phone. Every call went immediately to voicemail. Her office was no help, all the receptionist would say was the doctor was out of the office. About sundown, a chipper Phyllis bounced into the house only to find a very distressed Carol sitting on the couch working on her second glass of Scotch. "Honey, where have you been all afternoon? I have been so worried about you; I have been calling and calling. Please tell me about your day." Phyllis was positively bubbly, "Carol, please fix me a drink, and I will tell you everything, it has been a magical day. This morning I had a new pharmaceutical representative call on me. Bob was his name, an extremely handsome man with eyes that you could get lost in. After his very professional and persuasive pitch, he invited me out to lunch." A very concerned Carol sipped her drink, leaned forward, and listened intently. In a very nonchalant manner Phyllis continued. "I initially turned him down." Carol who had been holding her breath exhaled and said, "Initially?" "Yes dear, he was so persistent and just oozed charm. You have been pestering me about getting out more so I accepted his invitation just to make you happy. He drove us to the restaurant that is attached to his hotel." "His hotel?" questioned Carol. "Yes, I know that may seem a tad unprofessional. But Bob explained they have the best lunch buffet in the area. We had a delightful meal." Then giggling said, "I am afraid we both consumed way too much wine. I knew I had too much to drink to go back to work. So I took the afternoon off and Bob talked me into spending it with him." Phyllis looked down and rubbed a stain on her blouse then questioned, "How do you get red wine stains out?" A very anxious Carol walked over to her husband and closely examined her blouse. Using her fingernail Carol scrapped off a crusted blob of material. "It would appear you have more than wine on your outfit. Care to explain?" Phyllis shrugged her shoulders and coolly responded. "Oh that, I am afraid I have been a very, very bad girl. After lunch Bob, brazenly invited me back to his hotel room for dessert. I guess some dribbled there." "You went to his room?" "Well not exactly, it was more like a luxury suite." Carol felt lightheaded and went and sat back on the couch. "Damn it, Phil, tell me what happened!" "Well we got to his suite, and I followed him into his bed chamber; and lo and behold Bob had lied, there was no dessert. I just pouted as I had my heart set on something sweet and started to leave, Bob stopped me when he offered to let me a suck on his mansicle." Carol's lower lip began to quiver as she sat and stared in amazement. Phil licked his lips and said, "I don't understand why before all this happened, you were reluctant to give me head. I find the texture and taste to be indescribable, it was simply smoothielicious. I have been told by my clients that every man's discharge is different. I can't wait to carry out my own taste test." Phyllis proudly continued, "Bob's virility was incredible. After I had my creamy dessert he was hard again in just a few minutes. He helped me up from my knees and lovingly laid me on the bed on my back. It was fortuitous I wore stockings and not pantyhose today. Before I knew what to make of it, he had my legs over his shoulders. He pushed aside my panties and licked my man pussy, until I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Then he had my high heels pointed to the ceiling as he rammed that magnificent pole into me. It was pure bliss, I knew I had died and gone to heaven. Oh Carol, if a pussy feels half that good. I am going to reconsider my decision on a sex change." Then with a silly manner Phyllis jokingly said, "What do you think, should I turn my dick into a slip and slide?" A hysterical Carol began to sob uncontrollably and wailed, "Oh how could you do this...to me?" Phil stood callously and watched his wife's distress. He walked over to the sofa and placed his drink down on the end table. With one finger he scooped up a tear running down Carol's face and said in a sarcastic tone, "Whoops, I'm sorry I upset you. You did ask about my day." Grabbing his breasts, and lifting them up for emphasis he said, "You did this to me and you have the audacity to cry. Remember dear, you created this package, don't get upset just because someone found it attractive and wanted to play with it!" Phil went and poured himself a refill, stopping only when the golden liquid threatened to overflow the glass. He stood over an obviously upset Carol, and twisted the proverbial knife. "Honey, I need to ask you a favor." With tears dripping down her cheeks Carol looked up and replied, "What is it?" "I was wondering if you could find someplace else to sleep. I've invited Bob over to spend the night. He knows I'm married; but having you here would be a tad bit awkward. I'm sure you can understand." Flabbergasted at his audacity Carol wailed, "No problem, you bitch, I'll go to my mother's." Phil turned and said, "Fine; but before you leave would you mind tiding up the place a little, it really needs a good dusting. I want to take a bath and get ready for my date." Carol ran out of the room sobbing hysterically. Phil stood in the doorway and yelled "Won't you at least vacuum the carpet before you go? It will only take a minute." In self-satisfaction he watched as she climbed into her car and slammed the door. Phil coldheartedly waved good-bye and closed the front door. Heading to his bedroom he thought, 'I have the whole night all to myself. After spending the entire day in that boring seminar I am looking forward to a hot bath and a good book. I probably was a little rough on her, but she deserved it. Payback is a bitch; it must really suck to be her right now. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell her there is no Bob; that I made the whole thing up. Then again, maybe I won't.' @ @ @ @ Carol had only driven a block or two before she had to pull the car over to the curb. The tears flooding her eyes and streaming down her cheeks made it unwise for her to attempt to drive. She sniffed and collapsed into wracking sobs that seemed to go on and on. How could the man she loved treat her like this? Even as she had the thought, she reminded herself of what she had done to him. Why should she be surprised that he turned away from her for someone else? She had completely destroyed him as a person. Even now, Carol couldn't look at herself in the mirror and honestly say that all the changes she had wrought upon Phil had been because she thought that he wanted them and not because she felt angry and betrayed by him. Eventually, she cried herself out. The tissues she carried in her purse had been used and were now sodden clumps. She used a couple of the less mangled handfuls to clean up most of the mascara that had dissolved and streaked down her face. She still looked a horror, but she would be presentable enough to face her parents. She was glad that it was just a 30 minute drive. If other drivers got a good look at her, they would wonder if she had been victim of a mugging. She certainly did not want to risk being pulled over by a police officer either. The story to explain her appearance would be too incredible and she was too mentally exhausted to make one up. Pulling into the driveway at her parents' house, she could see that someone was home as lights were on inside. She went to the front door and knocked tentatively, but loud enough to be heard. Her mother cautiously opened the door and was appalled at her daughter's appearance. "Come in here honey and tell me what that bastard did now." "Mother, please, your language." "You are right dear, I am sorry, what did that 'bitch' do to you now? As Carol walked in and she saw her father in his favorite recliner, dressed to relax for the evening in jeans and a polo shirt. He took one look at his daughter, without saying a word he stared straight ahead at the magazine in his lap. "Don't mind your father. He is in one of his moods. He has never gotten over the shock of what you did to your ungrateful husband." Liz held Carols hands and lectured as if imitating her husband, "Honey, as women we generate our self-esteem from our families. Compared to men who draw theirs from what's hanging between their legs. There is nothing worse you can do, then steal a man's masculine essence from him." "Mom, if I could undo what I did, I would. I have apologized every way I know how. I am out of ideas, I need your help." Her father who had been eavesdropping on their conversation gave a "Harrumph." Stood up, threw down his copy of Psychology Today and went into his den and locked the door, mumbling under his breath, "It's a little late for that." Carol related her story of woe. Liz was totally supportive and told Carol to sleep in her old room. First thing in the morning she would drive Carol to a divorce lawyer. This prompted another round of tears. Liz got up to fix each of them a strong drink. Carol took the opportunity to go to her father's door and tapped lightly, "Daddy? Please, can we talk?" The door opened to reveal her father. Realizing how haggard his daughter really was, he said, "Carol! Are you all right?" He was stooping over in front of her, looking into her eyes to somehow determine what might have happened to make his only daughter look like she had survived a car wreck. As his wife came into the room, she handed Carol her drink. Carol downed the strong drink in one gulp. Then fell forward into her father's arms and wrapped herself around him. The tears started again. "Oh, Daddy, I have ruined everything!" It came out as more like a moan than anything else. Her mother stood next to her and wrapped her arms around Carol. The three of them clung to each other for several minutes while Carol continued to sob. Her dad pulled back to see her again and asked, "What happened? Did you and Phil, sorry this will take some getting used to; you and Phyllis have a fight? Did he hit you?" Michael knew the whole story about what had been done to his son-in-law. While he would agree that he had plenty of justification in hitting his wife, Michael would not stand by if Phil had begun to be physically abusive to his daughter. Once Carol had regained control of herself, she went on, "No, Daddy. Phil didn't hit me. He would never lay a hand on me in anger. He's too gentle a person for that, no matter how mad he got." Liz rubbed her daughter's back and said, "Why don't I make us some tea? We'll all go out to the kitchen and you can tell your father what happened." Liz led the way for the three of them to take places at the kitchen table while she occupied herself with boiling water and gathering cups and the ingredients for tea. In short order, they were stirring their cups of tea, inhaling the sharp aroma of the steeping liquid and watching the wisps of steam emanating from the cups. Liz and Michael looked expectantly at their daughter as she sipped from her cup. Carol kept her eyes focused on the tea in her cup as she searched for the words to describe her pain and shame. How does one explain that your marriage might be over because the stupid actions you had performed had turned your wonderful husband into an over endowed slut that didn't love you anymore? Finally, the pressure of her parent's steady gaze became more than she could take and she said, "I know I have lost Phil, now I think that I've also lost Phyllis. I want to die." The silence in the room was deafening. Then Mike took Carol's hands in his and said, "Oh honey. I'm so sorry. What happened?" Michael's expression was sympathetic. As Carol related the events of the prior few weeks, the look on his face morphed several times. He seemed to go through the entire gambit of human emotions; shock, anger, bitterness, sympathy, ending in one of love and empathy. Mike contemplated the soap opera events his family was living through. First and foremost was Phil's pain as Carol reminded them of everything Phil had been put through in the past months, followed by understanding as Carol had tried to atone for her atrocious actions and been rebuffed, and then happiness when she related the one dinner outing that Phyllis had agreed to. He ended up looking sad and incredulous when Carol told of Phyllis' renewed distance after the dinner and the latest events and his apparent dalliance with a man. Mike spoke, "Honey, in my 30 years of clinical psychology, I have never heard of plastic surgery causing someone to change their sexual orientation. So initially, I would doubt the story of Phil's sexual exploits with another man. Of course, what you did to Phil probably did enormous psychological damage. Who knows what you have done to that poor man." "Michael! How dare you try and justify what that foul monster did to our daughter!" "Shut the fuck up Liz! If he is a monster, remember it's our daughter who played Dr. Frankenstein and created him...her, whatever." Michael knew that he sounded overly harsh to his wife, but his intended audience was his daughter. If his wife could accept his explanation later, then this might be the only time he raised his voice to his wife, even after all these years together. Liz sat there gob smacked, Michael had never before spoken to her like that. "Carol, my advice to you is to go back home and, on your hand and knees, beg your husband's forgiveness. If he has sought solace in the arms of another person, you must realize you drove him there. Go home and be as loving and affectionate a wife as you can, maybe there is a chance for your marriage." "Daddy, you don't understand. Why are you taking his side? I have tried all that lovey-dovey crap. Phil was always the romantic mushy one, with all his psychology stuff. I have been the stoic scientist. I've tried to treat him like a lady. I even brought him flowers and candy, none of it worked. Phil refuses to let me back in his heart. He is the one being unreasonable; he has to shoulder part of the responsibility for this calamity. After all if he had been open and honest with me, none of this would have happened. A tragic thing has happened to him. Boohoo, he should just get over it already. I see patients all the time with terrible deformities, I help them and they get on with their lives. That is all I am asking Phil to do. He looks like a woman and not just any woman a gorgeous one, thanks to me. Hell, there are thousands of females who would kill to look as good as Phyllis does. Why can’t he just get over it?" "Carol you are my daughter and a gifted surgeon who graduated number one from med school. How can you be dumber than a stick of butter about this? He is your husband, not a lady. You have always been reluctant to except responsibility for your mistakes. Besides, miss smarty pants, Phil could not tell you about the clothes and the trunk ??" that would fall under doctor ??" patient confidentiality." "But Daddy, look at it from my perspective. He's my husband, how do I treat him as the man of the house? He refuses to act the part and when I look at him, all I see is a stereotypical caricature of a high priced call girl." Michael sighed, "This is not a small thing you have done. You have potentially destroyed the best marriage I have seen in over 30 years of practice. Thousands of couples have come through my office for counseling over the years. Your marriage to Phil was the strongest and most loving I had ever seen." "Daddy, did you say 'was'?" "Yes dear, you are the only one who can resurrect the love that existed between the two of you." @ @ @ @ Carol took another strong drink from her mother and retired to her old bedroom. After removing the zoo of stuffed animals from her childhood bed, Carol laid in the dark and sipped her Scotch. For the first time she did some serious soul searching. Somewhere between the empty whiskey glass and sunrise, Carol came to the realization she still loved Phil despite his physical appearance. He would probably never forgive her; but just maybe there was an ember of his old love still glowing in his soul. Phil was never movie star attractive. It wasn't his looks that initially attracted her to him. She decided she was going to do anything she could to keep her marriage together. She was going to woo him and make him fall in love with her again. He might look like hooker, but he still had the mind and soul of a man. She knew how to attract men. She had been doing that since she reached puberty. The next morning, she took a really long shower and ate one of her mother’s fabulous breakfasts of eggs and pancakes. Helping her mother with the dishes, Carl called work and took the day off. She then found a local spa that had an opening, the first stages of her plan called for her to get beautified ??" after all men are really visual animals. Carol got the works, and came out looking like a million bucks ??" about what the bill was, so it was a fair trade. Carol's next stop was at the local boutique where she bought a gorgeous little black dress. Then she hopped next door to Victoria's Favorites for the slinkiest lingerie she could find. She made one more stop at the grocery store, thinking back on the old adage 'The way to a man's heart in through his stomach.' The rest of the afternoon was spent in the kitchen preparing Phil's favorite meal. She had changed into her seduction outfit and had set the table in candles and flowers and was laying the dishes on the table as she heard Phil's car pull into the driveway. The door flew open and Phyllis stormed in, tossed his purse across the room and stopped dead in his tracks as he inhaled the wonderful aromas filling the room. Glancing up he spotted Carol filling the wine glasses and dressed to the nines in her LBD. He simply said, "What the fuck are you doing here?" The angry words sounded out of place coming from an attractive woman in her high, girly voice. Carol ignored the vindictive words and smiled lovingly at her husband and said in a sweet and loving tone, "I live here. Where else would I be?" "I thought that you went to your mother's," Phyllis said flatly. He looked at Carol almost as if she were intruding upon his personal space. Carol looked down for a moment, breaking the stare-down with her husband. The last thing she wanted to do was begin a contest for dominance with him. Tonight was all about him and anything he wanted. "I did," she answered quietly. "But I realized that I love you more than anything and I don't want to lose you." She went to her pretty husband and led him over to the sofa where she sat beside him. She took his unresisting hand in both of hers and looked deeply into his eyes. The thought of each atrocity she had wrought upon him sent a chill down her spine. For one of her regular patients, her actions would have been a work of art. But in Phil's case, she was only just coming to understand how awful it must seem to him. Tears sprang out unbidden as she tried to make him understand how sorry she truly was. "I recognize that I treated you abominably and mutilated your body. I know you can never forget what I did; but could you possibly find it in your heart to forgive me? I would like a chance to win your love back." For his part, Phil sat unmoving, looking at his wife. Her words came to him and he understood what she was said, but they barely made any impact upon the darkness that he felt inside. He had been blissful in his marriage as Carol's husband and he had thought that she was happy as well. And now he found himself stuck in this freakish body, one with no nuts, a squeaky prepubescent voice and humongous breasts. To add to the humiliation, he was still sexually attracted to his wife, but could no longer have sex as a man. He saw himself as just an object of beauty like a painting hanging in a museum only attractive to others but not himself. To preserve his sanity, he had learned to present a strong front to the world though; of a happy, adjusted woman; an act that was proving financially rewarding because of his transgender clientele. Phil answered his wife's heartfelt plea with, "Carol I'm not buying what you're selling. How would you feel if you woke up tomorrow and found you had been kidnapped, your breasts removed and a dick sticking out of you pussy?" "That's not the same thing. Your scenario speaks more of hate and revenge. What I did to you was done out of love. It was simply a misunderstanding. It's what I thought you wanted. I was trying to give you the gift of femininity. Phil sarcastically replied, "Yea a present with a no return, no exchange policy." "Come on Phil, give it a chance, half the world's population didn't ask for it any more than you did; but they love being female, you may come to enjoy it after a while." Phil thought on that for a minute. He hated to admit she may have a point. But wasn't ready to concede the argument so he went on the attack. "If you neglect a plant and fail to water/nourish it. It will die. Do you really believe that now drowning the roots will make it bloom again? Carol replied, "Just because something has gone dormant, doesn't mean it's dead. Please give me this one night to show you how much I love you. I'll do anything you want to revive your roots." Not waiting for an answer Carol pulled Phil out to the dining room. He sat at his customary place at the head of the table and waited quietly as Carol brought out the meal that she had worked on all afternoon. She ladled a generous helping of the beef bourguignon that Phil had always liked. Phil politely complimented her on the quality of her cooking and responded to Carol's questions about how his day had gone in single syllables. Phil made no effort to engage Carol in conversation and it was obvious to her that she was doing all of the work. Carol resolved that she was not going to accept defeat so easily and persevered. As far as Carol was concerned, the meal was over all too quickly and Phil excused himself, retrieved his purse from the living room floor and headed off to bed. Carol watched him walk down the hall to the master bedroom with an aggregated sway to his medically enhanced posterior. The steady click of his high heels seemed to echo well after Phil had closed the door behind him. Carol was glad to have not heard the door being locked. Phil had actually done that to her a couple of times, on those nights she slept alone in the guest bedroom. It took her some time to clean up after dinner and then she braced herself for her second assault upon her husband's stoic demeanor. She closed up the house for the night and made her way down to the bedroom. Opening the door, she saw that Phil had left one of the bedside lamps turned down low for her. This act of thoughtfulness gave her some hope that 'Phyllis' was not totally indifferent to her. She performed her nighttime ritual in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom wearing her new a floor-length gown. The idea tonight was not to ravish Phyllis or call attention to the fact he can no longer perform as a man during sex. Rather it was to just let her girly husband know that Carol still loved him. She was here to hold him and give him loving contact with another person. As a surgeon, her bedside manner had often been criticized by her peers and nurses. She was admittedly lacking in some of the inter-personal skills that her colleagues, like her father and Phyllis, had in spades. But she knew enough that everyone needed contact with someone. She intended to be that one for Phyllis, not some travelling salesman. She turned off the lamp and crawled between the bed covers. Phyllis had recently taken to sleeping on the far side of the mattress when they slept together, but Carol was not going to accept that tonight. She scooted across the bed to spoon herself up against Phyllis' back. Upon Carol's first touch Phyllis became rigid. Carol wrapped herself around her husband, keeping her hands away from anything Phyllis might consider an erogenous zone, and just hugged him to her. She pulled Phyllis into the crook of her arm so the Phyllis's head lay upon her breast. They lay that way for several minutes until Phyllis' rigidity seemed to melt away and he relaxed into Carol's arms. Phyllis laid there listing to the heartbeat of his wife. It was not too long after that Phyllis was wracked with sobs and Carol could not help but weep with him for everything that he had lost. Morning came all too soon; Carol crawled out of bed first. Her morning rituals required considerably more effort than Phyllis, a fact that did not go unnoticed by either party. As Carol left to fix coffee, Phil adjourned to the bathroom to void his bowels and wash his face and hands. A quick brush through his curly hair, some lip-gloss and Phyllis was ready to get dressed. Before leaving the room Phyllis went back and picked up Carol's favorite perfume 'White Diamonds' and added just a hint to each wrist. After his cathartic cry last night he wanted something to lift his spirits and for some reason, perfume seem just the thing this morning. He put on the new bra he had picked up yesterday. He could not go anywhere without a good support brassiere. His bad back had been acting up with the bowling balls attacked to his chest. So he found he was only comfortable with a strong girdle or on special occasions a corset around his waist. For some unknown reason while browsing the lingerie department at Nordstrom this pink bra trimmed in lace caught his fancy. Seeing it on display it just screamed at him. He had to have it. He paid the outrageous price without blinking. Buying sexy intimate apparel had become his current obsession. Wearing them detracted from his manly self-image, but he didn't care, they made him feel good. After donning his underwear, he selected a form fitting eggshell white skirt suit. It had become his favorite. With its suit coat top, it portrayed a very profession appearance yet still emphasized his ample bosom; the skirt was too short for his liking, but the overall effect was pleasing and made Phyllis feel like he was floating on air. Carol had coffee and sweet rolls laid out on their small breakfast nook. The sun shone through the window illuminating the table. Carol prayed it was the dawning of a new phase of their marriage. Carol looked up at her husband and couldn't restrain herself she let out a low wolf whistle, which immediately embarrassed both of them. Without comment, Phyllis pulled his chair further away from the table to make room for his female endowments. He sat he started to say, "Carol, about the other night." Carol reached across the table and put her fingers on his lips. "Honey, please don't!" Pushing her hand aside he went on, "Carol, I need to explain and apologize." "No, you don't! I am the one that screwed up. If you felt the need for physical contact with another man, it was my doing; I am the one that drove you there. I am the one who should be apologizing. Can we just put that behind us and move on. Please!" Phyllis tried to continue the argument. But Carol stuffed a large piece of the sticky bun in his mouth which prevented any further communication. Carol glanced at her watch and quickly finished her coffee, stood and put her cup in the sink. "Leave the dishes, I will get them tonight." She bent over and kissed Phyllis on the cheek. Grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Phil finished his breakfast chewing slowly, trying to digest the emotional dynamics going on. Eventually, he headed for the door after a quick stop in the bathroom to check his appearance. He added a little hair spray, a touch more perfume and he was out the door. He had a full slate of patients scheduled for today. @ @ @ @ Wedged in his trusty compact car, he turned onto the expressway and headed to the office humming a cheery little tune. Ten minutes into the drive he was on the expressway, disaster struck. A loud bang signaled a flat tire. Phil pulled off onto the shoulder and swore under his breath. Watching for a safe break in traffic, he exited the driver's side and cautiously made his way to the rear of the car. Opening the small trunk Phil stood and scratched his head. In his life he had changed dozens of tires, but never had he tried it with long nails, high heels and wearing a skirt. Phil bent over and was about to lift the spare out when behind him came a screeching of tires and a shower of gravel. Phil looked over his shoulder and around his blond locks to see a dusty old pickup truck sliding to a stop a few feet behind him. Out of the truck leaped a muscular young man in his late twenties wearing levies, a tight white t-shirt, work boots and a cowboy hat. "Howdy miss, may I be of some assistance?" "No, that's alright, I can handle this." "Begging your pardon missy, but you's way too pretty a filly to be doing that. My mommy would tan my hide if I let a lady do that. Now please stand over there where it's safe and I'll have this taken care, in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Phil stood back in thankful appreciation as the muscular young Marlin Brando look alike went about his business. As he was securing the hubcap, Phil retrieved his purse and took out $20 to tip him. The young man walked over to where Phil stood, smiled, and said, "All done little lady, but you should get that flat fixed as soon as possible; your spare ain't in any great shakes." Phil stuck his hand out to shake hands; the cowboy rubbed the dirt and grease onto his jeans and declined to shake hands. Phil stuck out the twenty dollar bill to give him. "Please take this as a token of my gratitude." He shook his head and said, "Lady I can't take your money. I's just being neighborly." "But I must pay you back for your kindness." He tipped his hat and said, "Miss, just helping someone as pretty as you is payment enough. You have a good day. Now get into your vehicle, I will step out in the lane of traffic to make sure you get away safely." Phil pulled out, lowered his window and waved goodbye to the Good Samaritan. It wasn't more than five minutes later that Phil realized what an incredible thing had just happened. This was San Francisco, people would never stop to help Phil, but Phyllis had just been treated like a royal princess and nothing was asked in return. He replayed the entire incident in his head and was astonished when he realized the young man had never broken eye contact during their encounter. He had just met a true gentlemen and it made Phil feel a funny fluttering in his tummy. Phil pulled into his designated parking space, struggled to extricate himself because the car next to him took the parking lines as suggestions. It was bad enough getting in and out of cars with a bit of decorum and gracefulness when the car door opened fully, but when it opened only a few inches it was impossible. He was late and took a look around the parking lot and noticed all the other parking spaces were occupied. So he got on his hand and knees and crawled across the front seat. He pushed open the passenger door. With his ballast being top heavy Phil tumbled out the car and landed on the asphalt. Between the seatbelt and his purse strap, he was unable to free his arms to brace the fall. Unluckily his new air bags absorbed the shock; his sensitive nipples were particularly affected. A very unhappy Phil stood, bent over to retrieve his purse, clutched it tightly and brushed himself off. Swearing, "Damn now I will have to take my suit back to the dry cleaners." He took a hankie from his purse; in a very unladylike gesture spit on it and removed a smug of dirt from his dress. He headed toward the front door, and passed some jerk that stared lasciviously at his chest. It was poetic justice that he actually missed the curb and fell on his face because he was eyeballing Phil's jiggling breasts, rather than watching where he was walking. Phyllis smiled and thought, 'Serves him right, all men are pigs. I can't help it if my massive attributes have a mind of their own when I walk. That doesn't give him the right to ogle me.' Phyllis squared his shoulders and strolled as gracefully as he could to the entrance. As he approached the main door a distinguished older gentleman exited. The man with a twinkle in his eye stepped aside and gallantly held the door open for Phyllis to pass through and softly said "Morning ma'am." Phyllis did the hair-flip thing and returned the favor with a broad smile and simply said, "Thanks." From the expression on the man's face you would have thought the old geezer had just won the lottery as bowed his head in recognition. Phyllis proceeded to his office with a bounce to his step thinking, 'Even in a pile of manure you can occasionally find a gem.' @ @ @ @ The rest of the morning was routine. Three patients he referred to general practitioners, one gentleman with simple depression he treated with the prescription of taking a week off, packing his bags and hopping a plane to a tropical island somewhere. The pill pushers would disagree, but Phil always wanted to try non-pharmaceutical cures first. One interesting case came in right before lunch, a young wife ??" in her mid twenties dragged her husband into the office. After an extensive search on the internet she had diagnosed him as having gender dysphoria problems because he was only able to get hard when he was wearing her underwear. After a detailed interview, Dr. Phil simply recommended a good sex therapist for the both of them. At lunch, Phil went to the cafeteria, where he ordered only a salad and unsweetened ice tea. He'd been eating healthier lately because he enjoyed the way it made him feel. He took his tray and scanned the lunchroom for somewhere to sit. His old male colleagues had shunned him like a leper, but a number of the women, mainly the nurses and receptionists welcomed his company. They tried to draw him into their conversations which were usually about senseless woman's fashions; Phil didn't have much to contribute so he sat in rapt amazement at their perspective on the world, so different from the testosterone driven opinions he was accustomed to. Phil thoroughly enjoyed their companionship he was readily accepted as one of them, just because he wore dresses and makeup. After lunch, Phil had a case that consumed his entire afternoon. A young chap came in consumed with self-loathing. He related his story, "My girlfriend tricked me into going to a costume party, with both of us dressed as hookers. I stubbornly resisted until she threatened to cut off sex unless I agreed. She went all out, breast forms, corset, five inch heels, a long wig, even talked me into having my ears pierced, and tons of heavy makeup." Sobbing he went on, "I reluctantly went to the party, she had to pull me out of the car, and towards the front door." Phil sat, crossed his nylon-encased legs at the thigh a pump dangling from the tips of his manicured toes. A habit he had recently acquired and took notes on the pad resting in his lap. As a form of encouragement, he said, "Go on, I hear nothing extraordinary about what you have said. Tell me how you felt about all that." "In simple terms, I prefer the look, touch, sound, and emotions of being a woman. I'll admit there is an erotic element to wearing a bra, nylons and waist cincher." Phil couldn't help himself, he sighed and said, "Tell me about it." "That's what I am doing aren't you listening?" "Sorry I was speaking to myself. Please go on." "You don't understand doctor, once in the party, rather than being embarrassed and hiding in the shadows, I loved every minute of it. I was chatted up by every guy at the party and most of the women. I was plied with drinks and danced every song. During one slow romantic ballad, this really macho football player guy pulled me into his body and kissed me with an open mouth. And the much to my consternation, I kissed him back." Phil brushed an imaginary piece of lint from his suit to buy time to think. He shook his head in encouragement and furiously took notes; he was now beginning to understand why his patient was here. The guy was questioning his sexual orientation and wondering if he might be gay. Phil inquired, "Did you enjoy it?" Shacking with emotion the response surprised Phil, "Yes! But not in the way you are implying. There was no sexual energy in the kiss; simply a pure euphoria that my feminine illusion was so complete he accepted me as a woman. I didn't understand why; that was so important to me but at that moment it meant everything. Am I a freak doctor?" "No, it is a natural human emotion to want to be appreciated for who you are. You felt like a desirable woman and you simply reacted accordingly." Then the patient started to cry. Phil handed him a box of tissues he kept on his desk. He dabbed the tears from his sad green eyes as he related, "On the way home my girlfriend, whom I trusted with my life, was ecstatic. It seems she had used her cell phone to capture the entire evening. She threatened to expose me to my family and friends unless I did whatever she demanded. Of course I capitulated to her threats. The first night, with both of us still high from overindulging at the party it was heavenly. We made love for hours like two women, no penetration simply oral sex." The next morning, she woke me with the announcement I would remain dressed as a female from then on, except at work. For the next two months, excluding when I was in the office, I was required to dress completely en femme. We got into an argument one night, over something really stupid. I don't even remember what it was about. She up and left me." Phil inquired, "Did she carry through on her threat to expose you?" "You bet she did, the vindictive bitch emailed hundreds of pictures of me to everyone we knew. As if that wasn't bad enough she posted them all on face book." Phil curled a strand of his long blonde hair around his finger, buying time for his feelings of D?©j? vu to ebb and eventually replied, "I see, you hated being betrayed by a woman you loved for taking your masculinity away." "If it were that simple doctor, I wouldn't be here now. I don't care what people think of me. I have discovered a side of my personality that I like better than the old me. I have no desire to be some flamboyant drag queen. I just want to have the freedom to live my life as any other normal female. My parents are trying to force me to go back to my masculine self. He is not someone I want to be. I love the new feminine me. I like the way people treat me, better still I like the way I treat them as a woman. "The little things have come to mean so much to me, the taste of lipstick, the smell of my perfume, the click of my high heels on the sidewalk, the way my skirt brushes against my legs. Doctor, you are a beautiful woman, you know what I mean." Phil smiled at the compliment and said, "What can I do for you?" "Doctor I'm depressed. I occasionally have regrets and doubts about my new life style. I have thrown out everything regarding my old life. I have no intentions to go back living as a man. Doctor I need your help to validate the fact in my soul I have always been a girl." Phil was taken aback by this young man's sincerity; he maintained a sympathetic silence and eventually asked, "What about sex? Are you interested in a relationship with a man?" Without a hesitation he replied, "Oh heavens no. I like everything about women. Men certainly have their place; just not in my bed. I will spend my life searching for a mate; but it will be a woman." Phil finished recording his notes and sat in quiet contemplation. Phil had always made it a point not to get emotionally involved with his patients. But there was something different about this case. He unexpectedly found himself bonding with this poor schmuck. He had openly agreed with this patient there was a lot about presenting yourself as an attractive woman that was emotionally satisfying. To handle his depression, Phil prescribed he take a day off and treat himself to a spa day and a makeover. With a sigh, Phil crossed his legs and listened to the lovely swishing sound of nylons rubbing together made. From a ment