For Friends and Family Part 11 Meeting Nichola
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For Friends and Family Part 5 - Life as Nichola
Sorry to those who tried to read these stories as a stand alone, this is
the 5th episode, it starts with For Friends and Family, in future I'll
put what part it is at the title.
As we walked from the hospital, our heel clacking in unison, a sound
that I was going to have to get very used to, Amy asked "Does it hurt
Nicky - Oh sorry sis I forgot you cannot talk until after your next
appointment with Jonathan".
Smiling I shook my head and considered the fact that nothing really
hurt, my nose, yes that was uncomfortable, and so was my chin.
It was in these two places where I had the most bruising and swelling,
though the swelling was reducing and soon there would be none.
My breasts they felt... Oh it's hard to explain, but while these felt
swollen, which they were as I had gone from a flat chest to a B cup, and
next week I was going to be a C cup. But they felt swollen, they were
not uncomfortable; they were, well just there, gently jiggling away as I
walked, such a pleasant feeling.
Before I left hospital I had had a consultation with Jonathan or Dr.
Jackson (we know him socially as a family) and he explained why the
scarring was minimal, my cheek implants had been done by a relatively
new method which only needs the smallest of incisions for the implant to
be slipped in in a semi plastic state it's then manipulated onto my own
cheek bones and held in place for a day with a former while it sets and
bonds to my own bone.
My boobs were similarly done with an incision at the side following the
natural line of my breasts, as I mentioned before these were 'pumped up'
- it's the only way to describe it under a local anaesthetic as my skin
stretches.
My hips and bum was also enhanced by a similar method to my cheeks, a
'former' the shape of the desired hip and bum shape is attached to me
and a solution which bonds with my own fat gives me the feminine shape,
this was also used on my lips, so my new, very feminine lips do not need
re-doing every so often as collagen enhancements do.
These 'formers' were another reason I was sedated after the operations,
as they are uncomfortable.
Using my trusty i-pad I mentioned that these seem very permanent,
Jonathon told me that they could well be permanent if I desired them to
be, but to remove them the procedure has to be reversed and with for
'formers' in place a solution is injected into the area of the implant
which after 24 hours or so makes it revert to a fluid and unbonds it
from the fat or bone so it can be removed.
This set my mind at rest so really I was happy, that during the year I
was to be Nichola, nothing would 'fall off' or go floppy!
When we got outside it was quite cool, the breeze wafted up my skirt,
which was a strange and wonderful experience.
We walked to Amy's go faster Mini Cooper S and drove home, chatting
away, or rather Amy was talking I was listening.
We got home and Mum greeted us, ushering us inside saying she had just
made some soup for lunch, which sounded good to me, to get more solids I
soaked pieces of bread in the soup until they were nearly mush.
Lunch was a pleasant affair, Mum and Amy talking and me typing, now we
had to plan my 'training' in the arts of being a woman, and I had five
weeks now to go before I started my new job in my new sex.
Very roughly we devised a 'plan', which we would follow on a daily
basis.
Mornings consisted of a girls morning routine to get ready for the day,
also fashion guidance from Mum and Amy, deportment, how to walk sit and
act as a girl, and a session on Make up.
Afternoon would consist of more deportment, learning how to do different
hair styles by myself, writing and signature practice and voice
training, to try and get Nichola's inflections right.
Evenings would be 'free' time, but there were my diaries to read and the
make up DVD to watch, as this has the essential pictures of people I am
supposed to know at work.
So after a lazy Friday, spent reading my diaries and watching the DVD on
make up we had a really pleasant day.
Dad arrived home and hugged me like a daughter, and we had a nice family
meal, finally I went to bed after Dad had checked the area the
operations were carried out and he pronounced that he was pleased the
way they were healing and in his opinion the swelling was decreasing
nicely, this was on my nose, chin and breasts, the other wound marks for
my hips, bum, cheek and lips had healed thanks to the cutting edge
surgery.
When I got to my bedroom, it felt strange to undress and see my top half
every bit a woman, my groin said man, and my legs, smooth and hairless
said woman, a very confusing picture, I looked at my hips and bum, no
one could mistake these as male, they screamed female.
I shook my head and selected a peach satin and lace nightdress with lace
around the bust and hem, it also had spaghetti straps, it felt really
sensual sliding down my body.
Amy stuck her head in the door and told me that Chloe was coming round
tomorrow morning to give me my new false vagina, this time it would be
in my skin tone, she was also going to do some more hair removal.
Now Amy took me through my nighttime routine before bed, as a man I was
used to toilet, teeth then bed!
Now I went to the toilet, douched myself skin cleanser to remove all
traces of make up, intensive night serum face cream, clean my teeth then
finally bed, and I would do this every night during my life as Nichola,
we kissed good night and we parted.
I slept really well that night, woke up about eight, with Amy shaking me
by the shoulder, then she taught me my morning routine which was.
First toilet, then shower, moisturise face every day and body every
third day, but until my skin was as smooth as her skin I had to use body
lotion every day, clean my teeth then get dressed.
Today I decided on a simple denim skirt some 2" above the knee, barely
black hold ups, midnight blue silky panties, my sports bra and a jersey
cowl necked top in cream, I combed my hair (read wig) and was ready.
I went down stairs to find that the rest of the family were there, as
usual Mum and Amy were going to see Nichola in the sanatorium, I
realised that it was a big strain on Mum while I had been in hospital as
she had to split her time between her natural daughter and me her
surrogate daughter.
Asking how Nichola was, (via the typing method of conversation) I found
out that she had regressed to what the psychiatrists explained as a
safer time for her, she was also somewhat withdrawn, but that it was
early days and the prognosis was good. I asked if Nichola knew what was
happening; Dad answered this saying "Not at present, the specialists
think that if she knew she didn't have to rush back to return to the
work she loves it would in all probability slow her recovery".
Mum then continued "but as soon as she is capable of understanding the
sacrifices you have made to help us, we will tell her everything".
We continued to discuss Nichola, in herself she was fit and healthy, the
after effects of her attempted suicide were thankfully receding.
I remarked to Mum that she must devote all her time to her real
daughter, I would manage with her occasional help, but it would mean
that Amy would spend a lot of time with my training; Amy readily agreed
to this because I knew that while she loved her sister deeply, visiting
her made her feel deeply uncomfortable.
Mum looked relieved that we felt that she must devote her time helping
Nichola recover and admitted that it has been hard.
The doorbell rung and Amy went to answer and returned with Chloe, she
sat down and had some coffee, Today I was informed more hair was going
to be removed, my prosthetic vagina would be fitted, Chloe informed me
that this was a newer model which had some enhancements to the one I
wore previously.
Also now I had a more feminine shape I was to be measured to see exactly
where I needed to loose weight, or inches!
Mum and Dad left for the sanatorium, I was amazed how I saw things
differently, they were my family and Amy was my sister, also I saw
myself as a woman.
We went up to my bedroom and I stripped, Chloe showed me my new
prosthetic vagina, as I slipped my dick (which looked smaller, but
surely the hormones do not work that fast) into the tube which allows me
to pee sitting down, she pointed out that the vagina was much improved
as it had a slick lining which didn't need as much lubrication before
sex and the rubbing of my partners dick against my clittie (read dick)
would give me ultimate sensations of pleasure and I would find it a lot
easier to douche.
When I started this, the thought of having a man felt alien, yes I had
dabbled in homosexuality at university, always being the passive
partner, but now secretly I was thrilled at having a man as a woman, if
you see what I mean.
When I looked in the mirror now, all I saw was a woman, even through the
bruising it was Nichola I saw.
Now for the measuring, Nichola was 40 - 28 - 42, with a D bra cup.
My vital statistics were 38 - 32 - 40 with a B cup, soon to be a C cup
and then a D cup.
So I needed to loose 4" on my waist, and gain 2" on my hips.
The girls discussed this and they decided that as well as serious
dieting and hope that the hormones would shift fat distribution from my
belly to my hips; a waist cinch was the short-term answer.
But there was no answer to my bra size Nichola was 40 under bust, while
I was a 38, the only way out of this was to buy new bra's in 38D! An
expensive business as all Nichola's underwear was really good quality
with a Bra costing ?30 upwards, and they were all very feminine.
Now I had my vagina fitted I decided to wear a pair of jeans, as I
wiggled my way into the skinny stretch jeans I realised that Amy was
right on the first day, these jeans screamed GIRL and showed all of my
attributes including my luscious derri?re. However it was a good job
they were hipster style as they would be tight around my waist.
Hair removal was next, Chloe set up her equipment and started on the
sparse hairs on my belly, between my boobs and on my face, as I was not
sedated she could only do so much work.
After an hour she stopped and packed up, I rubbed salve onto the areas
to soothe any irritation.
We had some coffee and Chloe left saying she would see me on Tuesday.
Amy then told me it was time for deportment!
I thought that deportment was a thing you read about in Bronte novels or
Miss Jean Brody, but not on your life.
Amy had me walking with heels on with a book balanced on my head - no
kidding.
As she told me, men tend to walk hunched up slightly, unless they had
been in the armed forces. Us girls walk head up, chest thrust proudly
out, back straight, we are proud to be a woman.
We also walk differently, we position one foot in front of another,
giving a sway to the hips, the higher the heels the more pronounced the
sway is, becoming a sexy wiggle.
For two hours Amy had me walking with the book on my head, low heels
high heels and towering 6" heels. (As a spur to perfection she reduced
my daily food intake by 5 calories every time the book dropped, as I was
on 1000 calories a day this was serious)
She had me walking on the flat, up stairs, down stairs, on carpets, on
wood floor also sitting down and standing up, all with that damn book on
my head!
Sitting down and getting up, men just flop into a chair, we women keep
our knees together and sit in a ladylike manner, not slump like a sack
of potatoes. So the basics are sit down gracefully and stand up
gracefully all with that damn book on my head.
Finally we stopped and prepared lunch, I was 100 calories down today as
the book dropped 10 times - what a slave driver Amy is!
For me a tuna salad sandwich on pitta bread, for Amy the same salad on a
wholemeal brown roll.
After lunch Mum and Dad arrived, the news on Nichola was good as far as
things had not gotten worse, she was still withdrawn and regressed but
no worse.
Amy announce that we were going shopping, I needed another sports bra to
last me until my boobs were enlarged to a C cup, and two pairs of C cup
sports bras until I was finally up to my D cup when I could wear my own.
I didn't worry about going out, as I knew I would have to get used to
going out as Nichola, so the sooner the better.
Amy had me change into a tight skirt and blouse, I chose a burgundy
pencil skirt in a linen mix, satin lined with a thin black belt, for my
blouse it was a pink chiffon blouse with a pink satin camisole
underneath to maintain my modesty.
I chose black knee length boots with a 4" block heel and a matching
shoulder bag.
Finally a cream wool ? length single-breasted coat and a cute knitted
hat.
Amy showed me how to use makeup to conceal my bruises, and with some
blushed and lipstick I really looked the part, of course I wore the
oversized shaded glasses to hide what was left of the swelling.
I thought things were going too easy, however the tight skirt was a ploy
to teach me how to get in and out of Amy's Mini without showing the
world my knickers or tearing my skirt!
The slave driver had me going in and out of the car for half and hour,
until she was happy with my performance, giggling, she informed me that
it's great I couldn't talk or else I would argue with her.
I thought as we drove, that she was Oh So wrong about that, I was eager
to learn how to survive as a woman, I would do anything to achieve this
goal, I was now enjoying my challenge.
We arrived in Oxford and immediately went underwear shopping; I bought
sports bras in 38B, two in 38C and four in my final size 38D as I would
be wearing these when exercising.
We then went shopping for waist cinches, I ended up buying six at ?45
each! I also bought some bras, everyday ones to start with Hedona
Chantelle in ivory, black, ice blue and skin tone, these would do for a
start, nice fitting bras with satin cups, underwired and unpadded.
We arrived home for supper, I just wished that I was allowed to talk,
After supper to see how the subliminal pictures were doing I was shown
pictures of people in the diary and I had to type their names and my
relationship with them.
I only got 4 out of the thirty or so but the strange thing was all four
were guys that Nichola had been in a relationship with! (Now that was
scary and thought provoking)
The weekend went well, Sunday followed and my training never let up.
Make up, fashion, deportment (I was growing to hate that book) but I
only lost 90 calories off my diet - getting better.
Mum and Dad went to take Nichola out for the day, so it was Amy and I,
that sister of mine is a slave driver, without even thinking I was
regarding Amy as my sister.
Monday came and I went for my appointment at the hospital, Amy drove me
there and waited for me, first I went to Dr. Jackson for a full
Examination, the bruising was fading and the swelling was going down. He
was pleased at the other areas of my body and pronounced that I needn't
use dressings on them, he examined my throat and asked me to say my full
name, "Nichola Elizabeth McKinnon" I clapped my hand to my mouth and
stammered "is that my voice?" Jonathon smiled and answered "it certainly
is young lady, do you like it?" "Like it" I squealed "I love it, it
sounds absolutely right".
"Well as far as I can tell it's as near as we can make it, to me it
sounds a bit throaty, or husky, but it's not that noticeable"
I was elated, things were coming together. Next I was taken to an
examination room where I was told to take my top off and Bra, a local
anaesthetic was given to each side of my breasts and the saline added to
my tear shaped breasts, expanding them to a C cup, I noticed then that
some work had been done on my nipples, they were the size of a large
eraser on the end of a pencil, very perky and when I touched them VERY
sensitive needless to say I loved them.
I got dressed putting my new pink sports bra on 38C cup and my blue
jersey roll neck jumper.
The I was taken to the orthodontist where a cast was to be taken of my
teeth and caps were to be fitted to make my teeth more feminine, also
they were to be whitened to give me that perfect smile.
Finally after three hours I re-joined Amy and we drove home, her face
when she heard me speak was a study, her mouth hung open, they she flung
her arms around my neck saying "Oh Nicky, your voice is just perfect, a
bit of coaching and you'll be absolutely perfect, but that throaty sound
is going to drive men wild, you lucky cow!"
Now as we drove home we could have a proper conversation just like two
sisters.
Mum was home when we arrived, she had already been to see Nichola, so my
training commenced again, now I could speak I asked Amy where she knew
all about deportment.
"Oh" she casually said "when I was a senior at St Anthony I used to
tutor the young girls so they grew up like ladies, but they only did
half and hour a week as we had loads of time, you sis we have to cram
everything in"
I was watching the make up DVD daily and getting to recognise faces,
also reading the diaries I was really getting into Nichola's head set.
I explored my wardrobe and found the most fabulous collection of
clothes, everything was of good quality, everything was cut in the most
feminine manner, from business suits (10 of those) complete with blouses
to mix and match, all silk, chiffon with matching camisoles, satin again
all cut in very feminine styles, I had cocktail dresses (8 of these)
evening gowns (only 2 - only!!) but I found that once she has worn them
she sells them to a clothes hire company.
Lots and lots of skirts; different styles and colours. Too many tops to
count, blouses, tunics, sweaters, T-shirts.
My walk in wardrobe was full, then of course there were coats and
jackets, full length, ? length, blousons, bolero, fur and linen, a
jacket for every purpose, in fact looking through the collection,
several jackets for every purpose.
And I have not even mentioned my underwear drawer!
I was in heaven, but as you can guess I was beginning to question the
reasons I had agreed to this, yes it was to help the family and yes it
was to live out a dream of mine to live and work as a woman.
But every day I was being immersed in the world of a young woman, I was
taking to it like the proverbial duck to water, what of the future... What
indeed.
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