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Robert's Metamorphosis by Vivian Bird Robert and Andrea Anderson had just returned from a two week cruise to the Caribbean, only to discover that Robert's suitcase, containing his clothes, had been lost by the airlines. "The vacation was great, honey, but now I have to wait for the airline to find my suitcase to get my clothes back," said Robert. "You've got lots of other clothes, Bob. Just wear those until you get your suitcase back, and get all of the clothes washed, "responded his wife, Andrea. "That's fine for most of my stuff, like pants and shirts, but since we were gone for two weeks, I took all of my underpants with me. Now I don't have any to wear until I can get out to the store to buy some more, or they find my suitcase. Its too late to go to the store today and tomorrow is Memorial Day and none of the stores will be open. I can't wear the boxers I have on for three days." "Well, you can wear a pair of my panties if you want to," suggested Andrea. "We are just about the same size. I'm sure they would fit you." "Come on, Andi. Men don't wear panties, unless they are transvestites." "OK. Just walk around with no underwear for a couple of days then. See how that feels, she answered disgustedly. After a couple of hours, Robert hesitatingly approached Andrea. "I guess that I could try a pair of your panties. I feel awfully uncomfortable without any underwear on. These pants are really scratchy." "That's my big macho man. I'm glad that you are secure enough with your manhood to realize that wearing a pair of panties won't jeopardize your maleness." Andrea went to her lingerie drawer and took out a pair of blue, silk panties, with very little design, or fringe and gave it to her husband. "See how these fit, darling," she said. Robert took the panties into the bathroom, took off his pants and slid the panties up his legs. He quickly realized that the smooth silk felt quite a bit different than his cloth boxers. In addition, they were a bit tight and felt like silken hands were caressing his penis and balls. As he touched himself lightly, he realized that the tight silk was starting to produce an erection. A little more rubbing and his erection threatened to tear open the blue panties. He stood there thinking to himself that he could live with this for a day or two. When Robert came out of the bathroom, Andrea asked him if the panties were comfortable enough. "Yes, they're fine. A little tight, but they feel OK. It is just for a day or two anyways,' he said. "Just OK?" questioned Andrea, "Looking at that erection you have, I'd say it was a lot better than just OK." "I guess you're right, dear," answered Robert. "It is a strange feeling, but for some reason, I'm really turned on by the panties." "Do you think it is the feel of the panties, or the idea that you are wearing women's underwear that is turning you on," asked his wife? "I imagine a little of both," said Robert. That night, Robert and Andrea had the best sex they could remember. Andrea was insatiable, having orgasm after orgasm. Robert's tongue, fingers and cock were used to their best advantage. He deposited loads of cum into Andrea's mouth, pussy and once, for the first time ever, in her tight asshole. It took some coaxing for Andrea to do the anal thing, but once past the uncomfortable first entry, she was pushing back on Bob's cock and screaming for him to do it harder and deeper. The next morning, Robert was wearing the blue panties under his three piece business suit. Unfortunately, they were having the same effect on him then as they were the previous evening and he had an obvious erection in his trousers. Andrea had the answer for him. She pulled down the zipper on his pants, took out his cock and put it into her mouth. A few minutes later, Robert was sated and his penis was quite flaccid. Then, Andrea showed him how to move his testicles back into his body crevice, pull his penis back between his legs, and pull the tight panties back on. "There, that should keep you out of trouble, at least until you get home tonight," she said. Robert couldn't get over how much he thought about the silky panties he had on during his meetings and other work activities. Each time he had to relieve himself, he reveled in the feel of the panties; how much they stroked his psyche and how really comfortable they felt. Of course he had to use the stalls each time he visited the rest room, for fear that a male coworker would see the panties if he used the urinals. He also had to adjust his balls and penis as Andrea had shown him that morning, before leaving the men's room. When he got home that evening, Andrea gave him a huge kiss, snaking her tongue inside of his mouth and using one hand to open the zipper on his pants. "Just checking to see if you're still wearing the panties." she said. "How did they feel all day?" she questioned. "I couldn't believe it," Robert answered. "I didn't stop thinking about them all day long, even when I was talking to my boss. It's amazing what a little bit of silk can do for a guy's libido. I really enjoyed wearing panties" "That's great Bob," said Andrea. "I just knew you would really like wearing them. I'll tell you what. I'll go to the store tomorrow and buy you some more panties so you can wear them whenever you wish. What colors would you like?" "Why don't you pick some out for me, " answered Robert. I'm certainly not a panty expert." "Not yet, anyway," answered his wife, with a sly smile. While they were having dinner, Andrea said "You know, if those panties feel as good as you say they do, then I know something else that will really feel quite wonderful on your body. Nylon stockings! They are amazing. It feels like your legs are being caressed all day long. And the best of all is when you rub one leg against the other. It is almost an electric feeling you get from the friction of nylon rubbing against nylon. I could almost have and orgasm from just rubbing my stockings together. You can't believe how good that feels." "I don't know about all of this," said Robert. "You already have me wearing panties. Anything more might be pushing things a bit, no matter how they feel." "Phooey," said Andrea. "What's the difference if it makes you feel good? Besides, nobody knows what you are wearing under your clothes besides the two of us and I'll never tell," she said impishly. "You could wear them under your suits, just like the panties, and nobody would ever know. Just think of how wonderfully horny they would make you feel all day. By the time you get home, you'll be more than ready to stick that big cock of yours in my pussy and pound me until I cum. "Andi, you are making me very excited, just talking like that. I guess that I could try wearing nylons, just to see what they feel like. You sure make it sound like it could be quite erotic. I would be surprised though, if they felt half as wonderful as the panties." "Great," said Andrea. "Lets get these dishes washed and go upstairs and get started. By the way, you have a choice of pantyhose, or regular nylons with a garter belt. Which would you like to try first? "What would you suggest," asked Robert? Which one do you think would feel more erotic on me?" "Well, if you put on pantyhose, you would have to pull them down, along with your panties every time you went to the bathroom. Then again, with pantyhose, it would give you another means of making sure that dangly thing between your legs doesn't get loose. With nylons and a garter belt, you would just have the panties to deal with. You also get the exquisite feel of the garters pulling up your nylons each time you moved your legs. It is hard to describe, but I think that you would like it. I tell you what. Lets try the nylons and garter belt first. Then we can try the pantyhose the next day." When the Anderson' got upstairs, Andrea took out a black garter belt from her lingerie drawer and a fresh pair of nylon stockings in a package. She gave them to her husband and told him to take off his pants, shoes and socks. Robert did so and asked Andrea which way the garter belt went on. She showed him how the garters should hang and he put it around his waist. He took one of the nylons, but before he could put it on, Andrea pointed out a big problem. "You aren't going to feel what I just described with all of that masculine hair on your legs," she said. "You'll have to shave it all off. Then you can get the full affect of the nylons. Believe me honey, you will freak out when you get the entire experience." "I'm about to freak out now, Andi" said Robert. "It'll take a long time for the hair to grow back, won't it?" he questioned. "Sweetie." said Andrea, "you won't be taking your pants off in public anyway with panties on, so they won't know if you have hair on your legs or not." "I guess you're right," answered Robert. "OK, what razor shall I use, my electric one or the pink blade razor that you use?" " I would suggest the one I use, but since this is your first time, why don't you use your electric razor so you don't nick yourself and spoil the sensation," said Andrea." Once Robert finished shaving his legs, he came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Then Andrea showed him how to roll the first nylon into a doughnut shape and carefully put his toes into it. Then, she had him pull the stocking up his right leg and fasten the front garters to it. The little buttons and metal clasps gave Robert a bit of a problem, but Andrea quickly taught him how to do it and also how to adjust the garter straps to the right size. Once he completed fastening the rear straps, Robert noticed the new sensations he was already experiencing. His leg felt like it was encased in a tight, silky cocoon. The garter straps seemed to have a life of their own, moving up and down with every movement of his leg, pulling on the stocking and then releasing the tautness. He could even feel the air of the room swirling around the nylon. "How does that feel, honey? Was I right?" questioned Andrea. "Oh my goodness, yes." answered Robert. "It feels incredible. I can't wait to put the other stocking on." "I can certainly see your anticipation," said Andrea. I think that I can take care of that problem." With that, Andrea kneeled down on the bedroom rug, tugged Robert's panties down, releasing his very erect penis, and took it into her mouth. As she sucked his cock, she also rubbed her right hand up and down his manhood, while she gently caressed his testicles with her left hand. It didn't take Robert long before he was squirming and moaning and finally ejaculated a large deposit into Andrea's mouth. She swallowed most of it and went into the bathroom to wash the rest of it off her face and hands. When she came back, her husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed with an incredible look of satisfaction on his face. "Hmm," she thought. "Maybe I can carry this little experiment out farther than I originally thought. He really seems to be enjoying the changes." This time, Andrea had Robert put the nylon stocking on his left leg by himself and fasten it to his garter belt. He didn't do badly, but needed some help to fasten the rear garter to his stocking. When the job was completed, Andrea had Robert rub one leg against the other. "Oh my god," he said. "It feels amazing. When I rub them together, it feels like electricity is being generated and it radiates right into my crotch." "I told you so," said Andrea, happily." I just knew you would love wearing nylons as much or more than panties." That night their lovemaking was even more sensational than the night before. Andrea had Robert wear his panties, nylons and garter belt to bed and proceeded to "fuck his brains out," as the saying goes. The next morning, Andrea left a pair of pink panties she had bought for Robert the day before on the bed, while he showered, along with a fresh pair of nylons and a pink garter belt to match the panties. "Do you really want me to wear those pink undies to work under my clothes," asked Robert? "Of course, sweetheart," she answered. "I want you to feel the delicious sensations they will give you all day long. I'd like to see you wear them each workday and we can decide at a later time what to do about the weekends." After Robert left for work, Andrea examined her own body in the mirror. At the age of 40, she was still very shapely, even though her days as a ranked woman's tennis pro were over. Her breasts filled out a 36 C cup bra very well. They sagged just a bit more than when she was 20, but still stood out high and proud on her chest. Her waist was still 26 inches, as it had been for years. And her hips, although a bit large at 38 inches, just made her rear end that much more desirable. As she gazed at herself, her left hand caressed her right breast, gently, while her right hand slowly moved down her body until it found the junction between her legs. She started moving her index finger up and down her slit which was getting quite wet. Her ministrations continued on both fronts, until she was pinching her nipples and putting two fingers inside her pussy and finger fucking herself rapidly. She sank down to the bed, luxuriating at the exquisite feel of her orgasm and the thoughts of what these last two days meant to her previously boring marriage. "If he really likes panties and nylons," she thought, "what else can I get him to wear?" That afternoon, Robert's suitcase was delivered by the airlines. Andrea thought of hiding it, so that her husband wouldn't go back to wearing his boxers, but quickly realized that she couldn't hide it forever. When Robert came home from work, Andrea said "Bob, your suitcase was finally delivered by the airlines. I threw your dirty clothes in the wash, so you can go back to wearing your usual underwear any time you want." Her husband looked somewhat taken aback by this revelation. "That's fine, honey, but would you mind if I continue wearing the panties and stockings for another day or two? They really felt great on me today. I couldn't stop thinking about them." "Of course darling" said Andrea. "Whatever you want. I'm so happy that my little suggestions have given you so much pleasure. Tomorrow, you can try the pantyhose and compare them to the stockings and garter belt." "Andi, don't you think that I'm going too far with all of this? I'm a man, but I'm wearing all of these girlie undies to work. I really like wearing these things, but I'm afraid that I'm starting to enjoy them a bit too much." "Don't be silly, darling," answered Andrea. "Life is too short to not enjoy things to the fullest. Your body is giving you a major signal about wearing these clothes. You wouldn't be so turned on by them if you were going too far. Just accept the wonderful feelings you get from these clothes and stop worrying." After returning home the next day, Robert told Andrea that although the pantyhose felt OK, they weren't as good as the stockings. "I missed the feeling of the garter straps moving on my thighs," he said. "I think that I will stick to the garter belt and nylons. By the way," he added, "I noticed that I couldn't feel the stockings rubbing against each other." "Of course not, silly," said Andrea. "Your pants legs are getting in the way. Why do you think I wear skirts and dresses all the time instead of slacks?" "Really,? said Robert? "It makes sense I guess." "I tell you what honey," said Andrea," let me give you one of my skirts to wear right now, instead of your pants so you can see what I mean. There is nobody here but us and I'll never tell." "Andi," I'd like to try your skirt idea, but I just can't help thinking that we are going too far with this experiment." "Nonsense," said his wife, going to her closet and taking out a beige, full skirt with a side zipper. "This one has always been a bit loose on me, so it might just fit you. Now, get those pants off." Robert complied and Andrea had him step into the skirt. She zipped him up and had him turn around, quickly, swishing the loose skirt around his stocking clad legs. "Excellent," she said. "How does that feel?" "Wow," he exclaimed. "I can feel the stockings rubbing against each other now and it feels incredible. I can actually feel the air circulating under the skirt. What an amazing feeling." "I'm really happy that you like it so much, Bob," said his wife. "I'll have to get you a couple of skirts in your size to wear around the house. One thing, though, It looks ridiculous to wear a skirt, hose and panties, with your socks on over the hose and those ugly male shoes on your feet. Please take your socks and shoes off and let me get you an old pair of my sandals to try on. You should be able to get them on your feet, even though they are somewhat larger than mine. That would look so much better." Andrea looked in her closet, while Robert took off his shoes and socks. She came back with a pair of brown, platform sandals, that had a two inch heel, but had an open front, so that Robert's toes would not be pinched. "I can't walk in heels" he said, "I'll fall on my butt." "Don't be silly" said Andrea. They only have two inch heels. Twelve year old girls can walk in them." Now go ahead and put them on. I'll bet that they will make your legs look nicer as well. So Robert tried on the sandals, which were a bit small for him, but were alright for just walking around the house. When he stood up, he tottered a bit, but got the hang of it relatively quickly. "Very good." said Andrea. "You look so much better that way. I'll get you a pair of low heeled pumps tomorrow that are in your size, so you can walk around the house in them. You know, Bob, your lower half looks very attractive. In fact, your legs, with those nylons and without all that hair on them, are quite shapely, especially when you are wearing even those short heels. They would look even better with nail polish on your toes." "Absolutely not," said Robert. "That is going way too far. I'll wear this skirt and the sandals for the rest of the evening, but that is more than enough." "Of course, dear," said Andrea. "Just get used to those things you are wearing and see if you feel good in them. You don't have to wear or do anything that doesn't make you comfortable." As she said this, she was thinking to herself, "now if I can possibly get him in a bra, there is no limit as to how far I can push the envelope. I'm going to call Madeline for that prescription I talked to her about. I'd like to get his female side revved up as quickly as possible." That evening, while they were watching TV, Andrea's hands were all over Robert's lower torso, rubbing his nylon clad legs sensually, actually making Robert moan once or twice. When she finally reached his panties and touched his very erect penis, Robert erupted, without Andrea getting him out of the panties "Wow, these clothes really help your libido, don't they," she said to him. "A lot more than I thought they would," replied her husband. "I better go upstairs and change my panties." The next morning, Robert went to work in panties, nylons and garter belt under his three piece suit. Meanwhile, Andrea was busy calling her friend Madeline, who happened to be an endocrinologist. She had already told Madeline that Robert desired to be a male to female transsexual and wanted to get him a prescription for female hormones to get him started on the transition. "The only way I can prescribe the hormones now is if you make an appointment for me to examine him and give him the proper blood tests very soon. I can give him a starter dosage, but I will have to adjust the dosage and possibly the medications based on what he wants and what his body needs," explained Madeline. Andrea and Madeline finally set an appointment for her to see Robert in one month. As she drove over to Madeline's office to get the initial prescription, Andrea was thinking about how much Robert had already been feminized in such a short timeframe, and how much more she could subject him to. After filling the prescription, Andrea went shopping at a women's clothing store, but with Robert's sizes, adjusted to women's garments. She also stopped at a specialty store, noted for sexual toys. Satisfied with her purchases, she returned home to further plan her next steps. Meanwhile, Robert had a bit of a scare at work. While attending a staff meeting, he sat with his legs crossed and noticed that he could faintly make out one of the garter clips under his pants on his top leg. He quickly glanced around, but didn't see any undo reaction from any of the other attendees, so he uncrossed his legs and made a mental note to be very careful about this in the future. When Robert got home that afternoon, he told Andrea what had happened. She told him that he had two choices. He could either wear pantyhose, or stop crossing his legs, at least when in the company of others, including his secretary, Michelle. Naturally, she didn't add the third alternative of not wearing feminine undergarments. Over the next two weeks, the only female clothing item Andrea added to Robert's collection was a pair of black pumps with a two inch heel. She had also purchased a pair of white pumps with three inch heels, and a pair of four inch stilettos, but she felt that he might not be ready for them as yet. The black pumps fit perfectly and after a few days, Robert walked around the house very naturally in them. Andrea really enjoyed the click of Robert's heels as he walked around those parts of their house that wasn't carpeted. Robert was five foot six and Andrea was two inches shorter, so Andrea made sure that she wore the same size heel as her husband so that they would remain the same relative size. Robert was very careful at work as well, not crossing his legs, or doing anything to bring undo attention to his attire. What he didn't notice, however, was his gait, which had changed somewhat, since he started wearing heels at home. Heels necessitate that you walk in a certain way to maintain your balance. The heel of a man's shoe hits the ground first when he is walking. If a woman in heels did that, she would be inviting disaster. So, after a couple of weeks of walking in heels around the house, the style of walking stuck with Robert even when he was at work and wearing men's shoes. This change was quickly noticed by Michelle. She had been Robert's secretary for over five years and she knew her boss pretty well. So, when he started walking in a different fashion, she started to wonder why. Not that she minded since Robert's new walk moved his rear end back and forth very suggestively. One evening, after dinner, Andrea gave Robert a slim, gray skirt to wear, instead of the one he had been wearing for two weeks. The new skirt had a rear vent so that Robert could walk comfortably, but would necessitate a slightly shorter stride. Robert put the new skirt on, with the black pumps and walked around the living room. Andrea could see Robert really getting into the way his legs rubbed against each other as he walked. "Now is the time for the next step," she thought to herself. She said "Robert, you really look like a cyborg, half one thing and half another. From the waist down, you look like an attractive female, with a nice butt and great legs. But from the waist up, you still look like a male. I know that you started wearing panties and all of the rest because they felt so good on you. But why stop half way? I'm sure the top half of a woman's outfit would feel just as good, or maybe even better." Robert seemed taken aback by this and actually started blushing. "I'm afraid that we have already gone way too far with this game, Andi. I like these clothes a little too much already. Anything more would be overkill. Besides, I can't imagine anything feeling as good, or erotic as these panties, nylons and skirts." "Don't be silly, Bob," said his wife. "The top part of a woman's clothing is probably even more sensual. That's the part that most men stare at all of the time, isn't it? I'll tell you what. Let me get a couple of things for you to try on. If you don't think they really feel wonderful, you don't ever have to put them on again." "I guess that would be OK," said Robert, as Andrea was already going upstairs to get some of the things she had already purchased. She came back with a closed box and told her husband to take off his business shirt and tee shirt. She rubbed her hands on his chest, making sure to massage his nipples until they stood up. She was puzzled that his nipples seemed to be slightly puffier than she had remembered. "It has only been a couple of weeks that he has been taking the hormones. He can't be reacting to them already," she thought to herself. Robert wiggled a bit while this was happening, but he certainly didn't object. "Bob,"said Andrea, "you don't have a lot of hair on your arms and chest, but you have to get rid of what you do have. Get that razor you have been using on your legs and remove all the hair above your waist and under your chin. Here is a tube of Nair that you can use as well. Let me know if I can help you in any way. By the way, don't forget to get rid of that underarm fuzz as well. You might think that this is silly, but I want to make sure you can really feel all of the erotic sensations women feel on the tops of their bodies. Call me when you finish and I will come in and get rid of the few hairs that you have on your back." With that, Robert took the Nair and dutifully went to the bathroom to complete his mission. He called for Andrea to do his back after about fifteen minutes. Andrea inspected his torso and told him that he had done a great job. She shaved off the few hairs on his back and the two returned to the living room where Andrea had left the box she had retrieved from upstairs. "Now, I'll reward you with a woman's most sensual garment of all," said Andrea. "One that not only provides its wearer with distinct sexual feelings, but also provides a woman with a variety of opportunities to maximize her sexuality." With that, she opened the box and removed a white brassiere. "That's a bra, Andi," said Robert. "You expect me to wear a bra? That's ridiculous." Andrea was taken aback by Robert's harsh reaction. She pulled back slightly, but decided to push back. "It isn't ridiculous at all, Bob," she said. A bra can give you the same type of feelings that a garter belt, or panties can and you don't seem to mind wearing them at all. You will be amazed how the constriction of bra straps reminds you constantly of your femininity and even improves your overall posture. What is ridiculous is you standing there in your skirt and heels and making a big deal of a bra that nobody will even see except you and me." "But I don't have breasts like yours to put into a bra. It would look stupid on me," said Robert. "That can easily be taken care of" responded Andrea. "Let me show you how this goes on. You'll be amazed at how good it will feel." With that, Andrea started sliding the bra straps up Robert's arms, before he could object further and fastened the hooks and eyes on the back of the garment. "Great. I was hoping that I got the right size. There is nothing as uncomfortable as an ill-fitting bra," she exclaimed. She made sure it fit on Robert's shoulders as well by adjusting the straps on both sides. "There. Move around a little and tell me that doesn't give you some exquisite feelings. Robert shrugged his shoulders, bent over, waved his arms back and forth and twisted from side to side. "I'll say this much, it makes me feel different than I felt before you put it on me," said Robert. "I can't put my finger on the difference, but somehow it makes me feel more complete. Does that make any sense," he asked his wife? "Perfect sense," she answered. "As I told you before, you looked like two different people in one. Now, you are starting to really resemble a complete woman." "What did you mean when you said that my lack of breasts can be easily taken care of ?" asked Robert. "Because it is easy to fill out those bra cups with realistic silicone breast forms that look and feel quite real," answered his wife. "As a matter of fact, I have a pair right here so you can see what I mean." With that, she reached into the box again and took out two large breast forms, that contained realistic nipples. "These will give you the same breast size that I have, 36C and I know how much you appreciate my boobs. Now, I will be able to have some fun with yours as well." The best thing is the feeling that they will give you. There will be an added weight on your chest, that will be borne by your bra, but you will constantly feel the tug on your bra straps. But best of all, they will move and jiggle with every step you take. Believe me, it is the most feminine feeling possible, outside of sex of course. Your high heels will even enhance the jiggling effect. Let me put them in your bra so you can feel what I mean. As Andrea tucked the silicon breast forms into Robert's bra cups, he twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view. "Please stand still, Bob," she said. "I have to seat them properly for them to look right. I have an epoxy to attach them right to your chest, but the epoxy can only be removed after several days, so that wouldn't work, at least for now." Andrea had chosen a bra which would push the forms and whatever fat Robert had on his chest, together in the center, giving her husband a fairly reasonable cleavage. "There now," she said when she was done. "Take a look at yourself now and tell me that isn't an improvement over that t-shirt you were wearing." Robert walked over to the mirror, pausing every step or two to savor the jiggling he felt from his new breasts. After posing for several minutes in front of the mirror, looking at himself from every possible angle, Robert said "Andi, this is amazing. I actually look like a honest to goodness female, at least up to my neck." "Give me some time Robert, that is easy to fix as well. Now, I want you to try on one more thing." She went over to the box and pulled out a silky, billowy, white blouse. She gave it to Robert and told him to put it on. "This will complete your outfit. I don't want you walking around the house in your underwear." Robert didn't complain and put the blouse on. He had some trouble with the buttons which were on the opposite side than the ones on his shirts, but finally got them fastened. He tucked the blouse into the waistband of his skirt. "How does all of that feel, honey," she asked? "I can't describe it, Andi. It feels different that anything I've ever felt before. I feel like a totally different person. So feminine, so erotic." "I can tell by the bulge in your skirt how erotic you are feeling," said Andrea. That is something we will have to take care of. I'll get you a couple of gaffs tomorrow. "What's a gaff, asked Robert? "That is a tight panty that you will wear which will insure that your male parts are tucked between your legs, instead of in front of you," she answered. "That way, you will look as flat in your crotch area as any other woman. "While I clean up in here, why don't you walk around the house and get used to the scrumptious feelings you must be having now. This is what a woman feels like every day, Robert, or should I call you Roberta from now on. When you have had enough, why don't you meet me in the bedroom. Perhaps tonight we can have some fun as only two women can." When they met in the bedroom, Andrea had already changed into a revealing, black nightgown. On the bed beside her, she had put a matching nightgown, but in red. "Roberta, why don't you change into this now. Keep your bra on though and the breast forms. I might just want to play with them like you always play with mine." He picked up the red gown and dutifully went into the bathroom, not objecting a bit to his new task. "That looks beautiful, honey,: said Andrea when Robert emerged from the bathroom. "Your cleavage looks very appetizing in that outfit. Is it comfortable on you?" asked his wife. "Very much so," said Robert. "I can't believe how feminine I feel and how sexy I look with my new breasts" "One more thing, darling" said Andrea, taking out a small bottle of perfume and dabbing it on her husband's wrists and behind his ears. "I want to make sure my beautiful girl smells as good as she looks when I make love to her," she said. "Roberta, please make love to me like another woman would. Don't use your penis tonight, just your hands and mouth. Promise me," said Andrea, as she laid down on the bed. "Eat me baby, make me come with your tongue." Robert was somewhat shocked at his usually proper wife's language, but excited by it as well. He went straight to his task, raising her gown and starting to massage her legs gently with his hands, while he began kissing her most sensitive areas. When his lips finally reached her pubic mound, Andrea was ready. Her vaginal lips were slightly swollen and glistening from her inner secretions. Robert licked her mound from one end to the other, then put his tongue into her pussy as deep as he could and moved it from side to side. Andrea's moaning was becoming louder. "Oh, Roberta, that feels so good. Suck me baby. Make me cum," she begged. Robert's face was being flooded with his wife's juices and he started moving his lips and tongue to her clitoris, while he put two fingers inside her pussy. As he sucked on her clit, Andrea started screaming, "Fuck, yes, eat me, suck me harder." Then she saw stars on the ceiling and lights flashing all over the room as she came with an intensity that she had not felt for years. Eventually, Andrea quieted down and saw that Robert was lying on his left side, one hand on his prodigious breasts and the other stroking his cock under the nightgown. "OK Roberta," she said. "Now I'm going to show you how a woman feels when she is made love to so you can see what you have been missing all these years." With that, she started rubbing her husbands ass, slowly, but surely working her hand into the butt crack. With the other hand, she took a small jar of lubricant out of the bedside table and put some on his puckered hole that she had now uncovered. With that, she pushed her index finger inside his opening up to her first knuckle. Robert, totally surprised by her intrusion, tried to pull away, but Andrea countered by plunging her finger in deeper and moving it around, searching for his prostate. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me" asked her squirming husband? "Just relax your muscles and go with the flow, darling. You'll really love this when you stop trying to move away." With that, Andrea inserted her middle finger into her husbands rectum and started moving both fingers in and out quickly. Eventually, Robert stopped squirming and instead of trying to get away, he spread his legs apart and started moving his butt in time with Andrea's thrusts. "Oh, oh, oh" he said, each time Andrea pushed her fingers deeper inside him. After a few minutes of this, Andrea felt that she had opened Robert enough for the next part of her plan. Again she reached into the bedside table and pulled out a lifelike dildo and covered it with lubricant. Robert's face was still buried in the pillow, so he had no idea what was coming. Andi moved the dildo next to her husbands anal opening and very gently pushed until the tip was inside him. Robert, still probably thinking that she had put more fingers in him, was more than willing to cooperate. However, when Andrea started pushing the bulbous head of the dildo inside him, Robert realized that the pressure and pain he was feeling was due to something a lot bigger than his wife's fingers. "Relax, baby. Take it like a good girl. It will only be uncomfortable for a short time and then you will feel like a real woman," said his wife. Andrea paused with the head of the dildo inside Robert for a couple of minutes, so that he could get used to the intruder. Then, she pushed a little harder and another inch or two was now in him. Robert tried to pull away, but there was really nowhere to go except to fall off the bed. Little by little, Andrea persisted until the entire dildo was buried in Robert's ass. At first, the pain and pressure was difficult for Robert to take. However, slowly but surely, most of the pain was replaced by a feeling of fullness and yes, even excitement at what was happening to him. Instead of complaining and pulling away, Robert was now starting to moan and breathe more heavily. Andrea started to slowly move the dildo in and out of her husband, fucking his ass with more and more speed. "Oh god, Andi. What are you doing to me," screamed Robert. "What do you think I'm doing Roberta," exclaimed his wife. "I'm fucking you and letting you feel what a woman feels with a cock inside of her. Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it the greatest feeling in the world?" Robert seemed to be enjoying his deflowering more with each stroke and started to push back each time Andrea pushed the dildo into him in an attempt to get more of it inside him. "Andi, I love it. Fuck me. Deeper. Faster. Fuck me. Oh my god, I'm going to come, he screamed." With that, a copious stream of semen squirted out of Roberts penis once, twice and even a third time. He then collapsed on the sodden sheets and Andrea slowly pulled the dildo out of her husband. Tears were actually in Robert's eyes as he quietly sobbed into his pillow. "Now you know Robert and you will remember the feeling of being fucked like a woman for the rest of your life," said Andrea. The next morning Andrea woke before her husband. They were both wearing the nightgowns from the previous evening and Robert was still wearing his bra and breast forms. Since it was Friday, she put a fresh pair of panties on a chair, followed by a fresh pair of nylons and garter belt. She also put the bra, without the breast forms there as well, hoping that Robert would take the hint and wear that under his business suit as well. Since the next day would be the weekend, she thought that she might try to talk Robert into wearing his full outfit all day and maybe even get him to go to a restaurant that evening, en femme. Robert awoke a short time later, while Andrea was downstairs making breakfast. He took off his rumpled and semen stained nightgown and threw it into the laundry hamper Then he went into the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth and shaved both his face and his legs. When he came back into the bedroom, he saw the feminine underclothes on the chair and put on the panties, nylons and garter belt. He looked at the bra, remembering how good it felt the evening before and tried to put it on. He struggled with the back hooks and finally turned it around and fastened it in the front. Then, he spun it around, so the cups were in the front, and put his arms in the straps. For a minute or so, he looked around for the breast forms, but then remembered he had to go to work today. So, he took out a undershirt, a white, broadcloth dress shirt and a gray, pinstriped suit. After putting on his socks and shoes, over the nylons, he went downstairs for breakfast. Andrea was sitting at the table having some toast and coffee. Robert went over to her and gave her a kiss. "Andrea, can you see my bra straps though this suit," he asked? "Of course not silly," she answered. "But why don't you take off the suit jacket and let me see if I can see it through your shirt and undershirt." Robert did so and turned from one side to the other. "Well," he questioned. What can you see?" "Just my handsome husband. That broadcloth shirt and undershirt hide the bra very well. I'm really happy that you decided to wear it, even without the breast forms." "Well, I couldn't hardly do that without letting them in on my little secret" he said. At work, everything went OK, until Robert asked Michelle to draft a letter for him. He had his suit coat off and leaned over to give her some notes that he had scribbled on a yellow pad. "Looks good boss," as she put her hand on the middle of his back. The feel of a bra strap is unmistakable to a woman. However, just to make sure, Michelle stood up and told Robert that she would get right to it and pushed him on his chest, to supposedly point him toward his office. If there was any mistake before, there was no misunderstanding now. Michelle's boss was wearing a bra, as well as other ladies undergarments. As soon as Robert was in his office, Michelle called Andrea to find out what was going on. "I figured that you would be the one to find out," said Andrea. "Robert has been wearing women's underwear under his clothing for the past couple of weeks. He says it feels good and excites him immensely. When he comes home, he puts on skirts, blouses and heels as well. In fact, I have started calling him Roberta." "Do you think that he is gay," asked the secretary?" "No, at least not yet," said Andrea. "But who knows about the future. I've been feeding him female hormones for two weeks now and his nipples are already getting a bit puffy. Last night, I screwed him in the ass with a dildo and he had one hell of an orgasm. "But why are you doing this," asked Michelle. He seemed to be so well adjusted prior to all this." "Because our sex life was getting to be non-existent. Now, it is a raging fire every night," said Andrea. We haven't had sex as much in the past two years as we have had in the past two weeks." "I guess you know what you are doing, Andrea," said Michelle. Is there anything I can do to help you?" "As a matter of fact, there is something I was thinking about," said Andrea. "Since tomorrow is Saturday, I am going to get Roberta into full makeup, a wig and a dress and take him to a restaurant for dinner. If you happened to show up at that restaurant, it might be interesting. Of course, you would have to pretend you wouldn't be able to recognize him." "Sounds like fun to me," said Michelle. Give me a call tomorrow with the time and the place. I'd love to see him totally decked out. Could I bring my brother Alex along? He is bisexual and it might be interesting to see the interplay between them." "Great idea," said Andrea. "Since this restaurant has a dance floor, maybe Alex can persuade Roberta to dance with him." As soon as Robert got home that evening, Andrea greeted him with a big kiss and suggested that he spend the entire weekend in feminine attire. "In fact", she said, I'd love to see you with makeup and a wig. I wish we could do something with your hair, but it is too short for that right now. I think that you would look like a real fox. "I don't know, Andrea," said Robert. "I'm not sure I'm ready for all that. I'm not sure that I want to look like a fox either. I'm not interested in men. I'm only interested in you." "Are you sure, Roberta," said his wife." "You really seemed to enjoy yourself when I shoved that dildo up your behind last night. I've never seen you cum that much before. You just might have some bisexual tendencies. Now go upstairs and pretty yourself up for dinner. Why don't you try those three inch heels tonight? They will really make you feel sexy. After dinner, the Anderson' sat on the sofa, while Andrea showing her husband how to sit, stand and move as a woman. "You have to keep your knees together, sweetie, or the world will know your secret. And when you walk, take small steps, with one foot in front of the other. It will be easier to keep your balance that way on those higher heels and also give you a nice rear end wiggle." She also told him to push his chest forward when he walked. "You have great looking boobs now and you should be showing them off more." That night, Andrea gave Roberta a frilly, low cut satin nightgown to wear, although she still asked him to continue wearing the bra and breast forms. "Those things will make you feel much more like a woman." "I know," answered her husband. "Every time I see myself in a mirror, I can't believe that is me." "Just wait until tomorrow, honey," said Andrea. I want to show you how to put on makeup and then you will really start to turn some eyes. Again, they had sex as two women and both fell asleep, completely sated. The next morning, after breakfast, Andrea asked Robert to shave his face exceptionally close and also again shave his armpits, chest, arms and anywhere else hair had grown back. He also took a bubble bath, which softened his skin and gave him a flowered scent. Afterwards, he put on his new gaff to insure his penis and testicles were safely tucked away, panties, garter belt, nylons, bra, breast forms and per Andrea's orders, his white, three inch heels. He was about to don his skirt and blouse outfit, but Andrea interrupted him and gave him a lovely white, flowing dress with an empire waistline, which ended two inches above his knees. Before he could put on the dress, Andrea sat him at her dressing table, which was covered with makeup products. She began with a "cover up" foundation for his face. Then, she plucked some stray hairs from his eyebrows, not giving him the total feminine arch, but not the masculine look either. When she began plucking, Robert objected, saying that "eyebrows don't grow back that quickly. Everyone will notice at work." Andrea said "don't worry. I'm just taking enough off so that you will look feminine enough when you are totally dressed. People won't even notice anything when you have your male clothes on." A couple of coats of mascara, eye shadow, rouge and lipstick followed in quick order. "Notice how I am doing this, Roberta." You will have to do this for yourself from now on." With that, Andrea asked Robert to hold out his hands and fitted press on nails to his fingertips, which were the same shade of red as his lipstick. "I forgot about your toenails earlier, but I don't want to make you take off your nylons and all now, so we will wait for tonight for that. Next, she took a long amber wig from her closet, brushed it out and placed it on her husband's head. The hair hung down past his shoulders and looked quite natural. Finally, she had him put on the white dress, suggesting that he step into it and pull up the bodice, so that he wouldn't get makeup all over it. There was a long, back zipper, which Andrea helped him fasten. Robert asked why the dresses waistline was just under his bra. His wife explained the nuances of the classic empire waistline to him. She also sprayed Channel Number Five on his wrists and behind his ears. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Roberta," said Andrea. I think that you look and smell beautiful." Robert walked over to the full length mirror and gazed at himself. Actually, he stared, since the creature he saw in the mirror, wasn't Robert at all. It was a sexy, voluptuous woman. "Like what you see, sweetie," asked his wife? "Wait until guys get a good look at you. You will have to fend them off with a stick." "Andi," said Robert, "I actually don't recognize myself. Robert is gone. I look like a real woman now. In fact, I really feel like a woman, with breasts and long hair and makeup and everything." He posed and spun around, to see and feel the skirt of the dress twirl around his nylon clad legs. He didn't even seem to have any problems negotiating the three inch heels. "We still have some finishing touches to your outfit, like jewelry and a purse," said Andrea. But today will be your entrance into the world as Roberta. We have to go out shopping for some extra clothes for you and I'd like to get your ears pierced so that you can wear all the beautiful earrings that I have. Then tonight, we are going to go out to a restaurant as two females. We can even pretend that we are lesbian lovers if we want to." Robert was still looking at himself in the mirror and only comprehended a part of what his wife said. "What did you say, Andi? Something about going out? I can't go out dressed like this. Everyone will make fun of me." "Be serious, Roberta," she said. Look at yourself. Nobody will think you are anything but a woman and a very attractive one at that. We should have done this long ago. I would kiss you right now, but I would smear your lipstick. A half hour later, Andrea convinced her husband to go into the garage and get into the passenger seat of the car so that they could go to the mall. She instructed him to first sit on the seat, then, with his knees together, pull his legs in after him, to prevent bystanders from seeing his panties. He was still complaining that someone would recognize him at the mall. She reminded him that he just told her that he didn't recognize himself, so how could anyone else. "Just remember, " she said. "Let me do all of the talking. You haven't worked on a higher female voice yet." When they got to the mall, Robert reversed his instructions to get out of the car and Andrea took him by the arm and the two walked into the mall. They had to walk slowly, since Robert had not practiced with the three inch heels much. They first went into a lingerie shop, where they purchased several bras for Robert in different styles and colors. They also bought some new panties, slips, nightgowns and a corset with built in padding in the derriere. Luckily, Andrea had all of Roberts measurements, so their saleslady didn't need to have Robert take off his dress to be measured. Next, they went into a store that sold makeup. "If you are going to wear makeup, Roberta, you are going to have to get your own. I don't want you using mine all of the time," said Andrea. They bought what was needed and proceeded to a hosiery shop, where they bought extra nylons and pantyhose in various shades. Then Andrea told her husband that their next stop was a jewelry store, where he would have his ears pierced. "That's going over the line, Andi," he said. Everyone at work will see the holes in my ears and know that something is up." "Not if we buy studs for your ears that males would wear. Lots of males wear them now, in both ears. Just tell them that your wife thinks you look sexy with them." The piercing was a bit painful, but in a short time, "Roberta" had holes in each ear, with diamond like studs in the holes. They also bought a pair of studs suitable for men. They received information on how to care for the holes properly. While they were in the jewelry store, they also bought a woman's wristwatch and a couple of necklaces and pendants. A purse was their next purchase, followed by a trip to a clothing store. Robert stayed in the women's dressing room, while Andrea brought him additional dresses, skirts and blouses to try on. It took awhile to try on all the clothing and Robert was tired and hungry when they finally walked out of the store. In addition, his feet and legs hurt from walking around in three inch heels. "Get used to it, Roberta," said his wife. Tonight, I want you to try wearing the four inch stilettos to the restaurant. You did really well in the three inch heels today, so another inch shouldn't give you much trouble and stilettos are so much sexier. Now, let's stop and have lunch at the food court" she said. There is a great place to get a nice salad there. Now that you are getting comfortable dressing as a female, you will have to watch your weight a lot closer. When they got home, Andrea unzipped Robert's dress and told him to hang it up in the closet. She also took the corset out of the bag and had her husband put it on over the rest of his lingerie. Of course, she had to tighten the laces a good deal, but finally was satisfied. The corset had given Robert a more defined waistline and the padding made his rear end much sexier. "Just wear that until this evening and get used to it, Roberta," she said. When it got closer to the time they would have to leave for the restaurant, Andrea coached her husband in touching up his makeup. She told him that it had to be bolder for the evening. Then, she took his wig off, brushed it thoroughly and put it back on his head. She also replaced the studs in his ears with small, drop earrings covered with pearls. She also put the pearl necklace they had bought earlier on his neck. Then she brought out the black cocktail dress they had purchased. It was fairly tight fitting, accentuating his bosom and butt. It was also quite short, ending three inches above the knee. "Roberta, in this dress, you must be careful how you sit and get up. Otherwise, you will be totally exposed. But it looks great on you and with the stilettos, it should really show off your legs." Quite frankly, Robert was totally confused. He loved the new clothes. Other than the corset, they were extremely comfortable and made him feel soft, sexy and very feminine. The trouble was that he wasn't a female. His breasts and butt were noticeable because of the forms and padding he was wearing. He didn't know how to speak with a feminine voice. Andrea had to tell him how to sit, walk and even the position his arms and wrists should be in. Shortly they would be going to a fashionable restaurant, with both of them wearing very feminine dresses, stilettos and heavy makeup. Who knows who they would meet there and what would happen next. He knew he had to trust that Andrea knew what she was doing, but he kind of felt like a lamb being led to a slaughter. "Are you ready, Roberta," asked Andrea? "I guess so, Andi, but I'm really scared," answered Robert. "Going shopping is one thing, but going to a fancy restaurant in a cocktail dress and stilettos is something else. I can barely keep my balance and it is even hard for me to breathe in this corset. Who knows who we will meet there." "You are doing very well in those shoes, Roberta," said Andrea. "And the corset is giving you a really cute figure. Women have to endure certain things to look good that men never have to do. Believe me, you look ravishing in that dress. Every man in the restaurant will be ogling you." "I don't care about the men," answered Robert. "I just hope that I can get through this evening without making a fool of myself." With that, the Anderson' got into their car and Andrea drove them to an Italian restaurant, "La Dolce Vita," that was not only well known for its marvelous food, but also for its extensive wine cellar. They also featured a three piece band on Saturday evening. Guests could dance on a small dance floor if they chose to. Andrea neglected to tell her husband about the latter feature and the arrangements she had made with his secretary, Michelle and her bisexual brother, Alex. When they got to the restaurant, Andrea gave the car to a parking attendant so that Roberta would not have to walk very far in her stilettos to enter the restaurant. Andrea quickly got out of the car, but when Roberta hesitated, the parking attendant opened her door and took her hand to help her out. As he did so, he was looking at the chest of the attractive woman he was helping and moved his gaze down to her legs as she unfolded them to slide out of the car. After planting her stilettos on the ground, Roberta attempted to stand, while the attendant still clung to her right hand. Off balance, Roberta fell into the arms of the attendant, who threw his arms around her to keep her from falling. Terribly embarrassed, Roberta clung to his rescuer with her arms around his neck, noticing how strong his arms felt around her. They quickly untangled themselves and the attendant asked Roberta if she was all right.. "She's just fine, thank you young man," said Andrea as she gave the attendant her car keys." She added "you can let her go now." Once inside the restaurant, Andrea told the maitre d' that she had a reservation for two. He looked at his list, found the reservation and had one of the waiters take them to their table, helping both of them with their chairs. This surprised Roberta, never having that happen to her before. After giving them menus, the waiter left saying he would give them a few minutes to select their orders. As they gazed at the menus, Roberta was very aware of the position that she found herself in. Here she was, dressed to kill in sexy, feminine attire, sitting in a fancy restaurant, and imagining herself being stared at by everyone sitting around her. She was still thinking about how strong the parking lot attendant's arms had been and also how the waiter had stared at her breasts. As the two were deciding what to order from the menu's, they heard a familiar voice saying "Well, hello Andrea. Fancy meeting you here." Roberta's eyes opened wide and the rest of her body shrunk down in her chair as she recognized the voice. "Hi Michelle," said Andrea. Gesturing over at Roberta, she said "I'd like you to meet a cousin of Robert's who is staying with us for a few days. Roberta, this is Michelle. She is Robert's secretary." Michelle offered her hand to shake, but Roberta's hands were trembling so much, the only thing she could do was force a smile and nod in agreement. "Staring at Roberta, "Michelle said, "you know, I think that I can see a faint family resemblance. Well, so long, I just came over to say hello. I am sitting over there," pointing to a table with a man sitting at it., "with my brother Alex. I hope that you both have a great time. I just can't wait for the dancing to start. Alex is a great dancer. Isn't he a hunk?" With that she left, leaving Roberta with a very rapid heartbeat and quite short of breath. "See," said Andrea. "Your own secretary never recognized you. That should prove something to you. You could at least shaken hands with her when she offered. And we must work on your female voice since you can't be mute every time we go somewhere like this." "Are you sure she didn't recognize me," asked Roberta? "She said that she saw a resemblance." "That's what everyone says when they meet someone's relative, said Andrea. "I'm sure that you've used it yourself a few times. Roberta did her best to compose herself as the waiter came by to take their dinner orders. Both of them ordered lamb and Andrea also asked for a bottle of red wine. "Very good, madam," said the waiter. "Might I add that both of you charming ladies are looking quite beautiful this evening." "Thank you very much," said Andrea. Roberta smiled at the waiter and nodded her head. During dinner, Andrea make sure that Roberta's wine glass was never empty. In fact, she made sure that Roberta drank almost the entire bottle herself. Just before they finished eating their dinners, they saw a three piece band come out start playing some old classics. Several couples got up to dance, including Michelle and her brother, Alex. After a while, Alex came over and asked Andrea if she would like to dance. Absolutely," she said. I never turn down a chance to dance with a handsome man." With that, Alex led her to the dance floor and they started dancing. Roberta, thankful that Alex hadn't asked her to dance, noticed that the two of them seemed to be having quite a conversation. When the music ended, Alex brought Andrea back to her table and asked Roberta if she would like to dance. Roberta shook her head from side to side and tried her best not to look at Alex. "Oh, go ahead, Roberta," said Andrea. It is only a dance and there is certainly a lot of people on the floor already. Terrified, Roberta tried to stand, but her legs weren't cooperating. Alex finally helped her to her feet and half led, half pushed her to the dance floor. Since the band was playing a slow number, Alex took Roberta's right hand in his left hand and put his right hand around her waist. Roberta didn't know how to escape his hold, so she put her left hand on his shoulder. He drew her a little closer to himself. It was a fairly slow song, but Alex, who was a good dancer, spun her around a couple of times. Since Roberta already had consumed quite a bit of wine at dinner, the spinning, plus the wine, plus the stilettos, had her stumbling around and holding on to Alex for dear life. Michel pulled her closer to himself to steady her. "You are very beautiful, Roberta," said Alex. I am so happy you consented to dance with me. Your perfume is intoxicating. With that, he put his nose next to her left ear and sniffed. Then, he put his tongue on her ear and slowly licked it. Roberta had no idea what to do. Should she push him away from herself, should she scream, or should she just wait for the end of the dance to avoid a scene. She finally chose the latter. Unfortunately, the song went on and on. By this time, Roberta was plastered up against Alex. and started to feel a decided bulge below Alex's abdomen, pushing against her stomach. Since Alex was quite tall, he still towered over her, even though she was wearing four inch stilettos. Alex rubbed his lower body against her and put his tongue inside her ear. Luckily, before Roberta could do anything more, the song ended and Alex released her from his embrace. With his help, Roberta stumbled back to the table and collapsed into her chair. Alex thanked her for the dance and said "I hope to see you again sometime, Roberta." Roberta's face was flushed and she was trying to catch her breath. "Andi, please pay the check and get me out of here, now" she gasped. "Aren't you having a good time, honey," answered Andrea. "It sure looked like you were having the time of your life on that dance floor, rubbing up against Alex. Did he try to kiss you?" "No," said Roberta, "but he put his tongue in my ear and he kept pressing his hard on into my stomach." "That's what women have to put up with all the time, Roberta. Men are so crude sometimes. Get used to it, sweetie, said Andrea." The problem isn't what he did," answered Roberta. The problem is that I really liked what he did. I was getting very excited. I still am. It is a good thing I am wearing that gaff you gave me. Otherwise everyone would see I'm not really a woman." With that, Roberta started crying. "What's happening to me Andi" she sobbed. "Am I turning into a homosexual? When Alex rubbed up against me, I really wanted to reach down and touch his cock." "A homosexual is a person who enjoys sex with the person of the same sex," said Andrea. "You are looking and acting like a woman now. You've told me you even feel like one. So, your reaction to Alex was very natural. Seems to me that what you really are becoming is a transsexual. A man in the process of becoming a woman and confused at all of the strange changes happening to her. I think that is wonderful, baby. I'll try to help you through this as much as possible." With that, Andrea asked the waiter for the check, paid the bill and helped Roberta up and out of the restaurant. During the ride home, Roberta continued to cry. AS soon as they got home,, Andrea confessed that she had been giving Roberta female hormones for two weeks, since she had been so enamored with wearing women's lingerie. "That is probably the reason that you are going through all of these mood swings. Tomorrow is Sunday, but I'll try to make an appointment as soon as possible with my friend Madeline for you, She is an endocrinologist and perhaps the hormone dosage you are taking is a bit too strong for you. She prescribed the dosage, so she can regulate that, talk to you about your transition and answer all of your questions." "What do you mean by transition," asked Roberta. "Well, if you have any thoughts about becoming a woman, there are several steps you have to take to get there," answered Andrea. "Of course you can stop whenever you choose to. Madeline is a go