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Author's Note: Your kind assistance and beautiful words continue, thank- you so much! If you have any constructive comments about writing style or the story flow, I eagerly await them. Jim gets to enjoy a new experience. I hope you enjoy. Loving you all, Ellyssa. Chapter Nine The front door slammed and I opened my eyes, coming to grip with my surroundings and the day's events. I heard Alexi's and Theresa's voices in the kitchen and got up with a start. The pain seized me as I quickly sat up but was dismissed as my mind started racing. I moved as quickly as I could, semi-silently, hiding in our bathroom, hoping Theresa would find me soon. She eventually made her way upstairs and found the stuff on the bed. I peeked out of the bathroom and whispered, "Honey?" She screamed, obviously on edge from the week and the day's events. Alexi came running upstairs and entered our bedroom to see what the matter was. Theresa lied, "I just saw a spider!" Our tomboy didn't think, she reacted, running straight to the bathroom to grab a magazine to dispatch the creature to spider heaven and there I was. Oh shit again. She screamed, not recognizing her Dad, but seeing a beat up woman. I sat on the tub and Theresa came rushing in, holding Alexi. "It's ok. It's ok, don't worry Alexi, let's go downstairs. It's ok!" "Who is she?" She, I pondered, I really looked like a she? Theresa held Alexi and slowly turned to me. "Alexi, we have to talk. Dad had complications at the hospital, he isn't quite alright. We need to calm down and sit down and talk. Can you relax?" Alexi nodded but was still shaken. "Let's go downstairs, we'll talk downstairs...uh...SHE will join us." The tone of Theresa's voice went from puzzled to bemused and then intrigue washed over her voice at the end of that sentence. We proceeded downstairs, me slowly navigating the stairs, falling behind. When I finally made it to the kitchen, Alexi and Theresa were at the table with drinks of water. Alexi looked at me again, still trying to piece it together. I sat down gingerly and looked to Theresa. She would have to lead the discussion. My own daughter didn't even recognize me, my voice wouldn't help explain the situation. Alexi was settling down and Theresa was still stroking her shoulder and getting the hair out of her eyes. I started to reach out to touch Alexi and she shrunk from my hand. Theresa looked at me and shook her head no, although the look in her eyes was more than adequate. My hand retreated and I sat in silence. "Alexi, honey, the hospital botched the surgery on Dad. He's going to be alright but he won't be the same for a while. You know he loves you and would have talked to you if he could have. The problem is, the problem is, I really don't know how to tell you this." "What, Mom, he's still in the hospital. That doesn't sound alright to me." She touched my hand, softly, then grasped Alexi's hand, Alexi had provided the opening and Theresa charged through, "Alexi, there's no way to explain this, your Dad is home. He's right here." "What?!?!" She looked at me, then Theresa, then a deeper look at me and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets, her mouth wide open, then looking me up and down. She couldn't believe what she saw and reached out to touch my hand, the same hand that held her as a baby, then touching my face, distorted by the surgeon's blade, swollen and bruised. She instantly retracted her hand but gazed into my eyes. "Daddy? Is that really you?" I couldn't answer, not with my voice. I nodded and cracked a smile. "It's really him Alexi." "What, what is, what happened, what are those?," pointing at my chest, the silicone protuberances. "Alexi, your Dad had the wrong surgery. The hospital screwed up, that's why you never saw him. They performed several procedures intended for another patient. They did plastic surgery on him that a man who wanted to be a woman was supposed to have. They fixed the appendicitis but also changed his face and his voice, and obviously his chest." "Mom, he has bigger boobs than me!" "Alexi, hush!" Theresa looked at me, concerned for my well-being after the harsh comment but it was true. Alexi is our tomboy, an athletic, very physical girl who didn't develop much up top. I guessed my chest was at a B cup, and would grow, probably to a C cup if I kept on the hormones. Even bound and wrapped by bandages, it was obvious I had boobs. For the first time, I compared my boobs to Theresa's. Hers had been hanging on her chest for much longer than mine and were losing the battle to gravity, but were slightly larger. With some development with the hormonal implant, I would soon have the biggest breasts in the family, imagine that! I realized my thoughts had gone way off on a tangent and snapped back to reality but was still self-conscious about my chest. I hunched my shoulders inward and crouched over partially to hide them. I had to interject into the conversation to try and comfort my girl but I realized my voice would quickly betray the message, so I raised my hand to speak. Theresa said, "They also worked on his vocal cords, he has a different voice but if you listen closely you can tell it's your Dad. Jim, go ahead." I opened my mouth but only a cry came out, my eyes welled up again and I could only get out, "Oh baby girl," my pet expression for her but in that different voice now. I bawled, Alexi joined in, "Oh Daddy!" and started the cryfest, like three women around the kitchen table, bawling our eyes out. She reached out to hug me, Theresa joined in. Eventually we composed ourselves but Alexi had to ask the burning question. "Dad, are you still Dad, I mean.." glancing down there. I could only shake my head no. She looked at her Mom, who didn't have anything to say. "I'm supposed to go in to get everything fixed in three months, they say my voice can't be fixed and that I won't be the same down there but I'll look like your Dad again. They just can't do all that right after the wrong surgeries for medical reasons, like scarring." "How will we tell everyone else?" I said, "I don't know, I'm just glad I'm recovering well right now. We have to work through this as a family as we've worked through everything together, ok? I need to concentrate on healing and what to do with this hospital and keep things moving along at work. The sooner I heal, the sooner I can have the reversal surgeries. I just want to be me again." "Daddy, we love you, you know that right? We'll get through it as a family." We hugged again, our breasts touching and obviously distracting Alexi again with my chest. "Alexi, Daddy needs his rest and we need to talk. For now, you don't need to tell anyone else anything. We have to fight that hospital and the bad people in it so it's going to be a really busy time for us. Can you keep up with softball and school?" "Of course I will! Dad, whatever you need, ask! But I can't help you out with those puppies!" She was always one to make light of something, so spirited, sometimes a little inappropriate and this one caught me off guard for a moment. I laughed for the first time in almost a week, partly from the humor, partly out of surprise, but also some from relief that our family was together again. Not my hearty belly laugh, but a loud woman's laugh. I stopped at the surprise of the sound I had made but I was content for the moment, I was home with my family and we were going to get through this together. Chapter Ten We spent that night settling in, reading the care instructions, and Theresa helped me with dilation. It was sore as hell and the penetration of the device was unnerving. Theresa tried to help the situation by handling it as matter of factly as possible but it was strange, my wife pushing a dildo into my new vagina. Yes, it was finally starting to look less like a mutilated piece of meat and more like an actual vagina. The doctor had done great work, totally the wrong work, but it looked more and more like a woman's pelvis, my womanly pelvis. I looked at her and she looked back at me only briefly before continuing my therapy. There was no sensation of pleasure, just some minor pain as it entered me. I didn't think it would all fit. After that, other exercises and rewrapping of bandages were easy. The dilation would be very difficult but Theresa was helping me out, very much acting my nurse to help me heal. The next day, we woke and she showered, I sponge bathed, following doctor's orders with no baths for three weeks, no showers for two weeks. I was down to bandaging only the incisions on my face and the swelling was lessening. I could now see my new face started to take a normal shape and it was very different. I could tell that the surgeon was very skilled. My face was rounded, features softened, the nose was shaved way down and was beginning to look pert, if I hadn't known this was me, I'd say that girl was very pretty, although she still needed a shave. I had no brow and my cheeks had been lifted, the chin molded to more of a fine point. The implants in my chest were still misshapen, sitting unnaturally high, the pelvis area was still badly bruised but there was no man in that mirror, despite the imperfections. Theresa caught me staring as she stepped out of the shower. We stood looking in the mirror together, two women. Granted one was tall and needed to shave her legs but this looked for all the world like a lesbian porno shower scene and I had a starring role. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me on the lips. We would be ok, just a few months. If she had shrunk from me, looking the way I did, it would have killed me. "You better get that bra on before you hurt them." She retrieved a compression bra from the dresser, I objected to the phrase. "Bra? You mean bandages," but I helped it over my head. I gently pulled it over my boobs and nestled them away for the day. I got a button down collared shirt from the closets and put it on, but buttoning the buttons over my breasts wasn't going to happen without pain, so I took it off and found a loose tee shirt. Theresa helped it over my head. The breasts still presented, there was no hiding them but I wasn't going anywhere, not like this. I put on underwear, my tighty whities looked ridiculous with no bulge. Jeans and I was ready to go, again missing that bulge but I quickly forgot about that as I got ready for the day. Alexi had to run off to school and kissed us both goodbye. Her acceptance was also reaffirming to me. We could survive this and Theresa and I got down to business. She would have to do all the talking to anyone we knew and she contacted everyone about a good lawyer. We got multiple references and started calling around, both of us burning up the lines trying to find competent legal help. This was my real therapy, revenge on Memorial Hospital. The first law office I called asked for my name, I said "Jim Meyer" but then my voice made me realize that wasn't fitting. The receptionist asked, "I'm sorry Ma'am, was that Jen Meyer? Would you please spell Meyer?" I was unsettled that she quickly had assessed the person on the line as a woman, but just to get the appointment down, I spelled, "M-E-Y-E-R." I made the mistake of telling Theresa the funny anecdote. The rest of the day I was Jen Meyer. Theresa teased me about it but I was on a mission. I was on the warpath, partly in revenge but also because these arrangements distracted me from my appearance. Theresa wanted to meet with several lawyers on our shortlist but I balked at going out. Fortunately we agreed on one lawyer whose experience and settlements appeared better than the rest. The appointment was set for the following day at 4 pm. I started stressing about going out but Theresa formulated a plan quickly. I would wear something loose of mine up top and get in the car while in the garage. She would look out for when the neighbors were inside, open the garage, and we'd leave with me hiding in the back seat. Meanwhile, I had to check in at work. We might get a big settlement, but a lot would be tied up in legal fees and the reconstructive surgery. Larry had been so considerate but that wouldn't last forever. I couldn't call him so I emailed and said I would have to recuperate at home for a while but was ready to return to work on a remote basis. I could do computer work and emails, but my voice wouldn't allow me much speaking, claiming that the intubation had caused some damage. Larry understood and I started to catch up on work. He had attempted to revise the spreadsheet I was working on a week ago with some new figures but had made some mistakes and I began working to correct them. I soon got completely lost in my work and it was 7 pm before Theresa interrupted me for dinner. Alexi was out at practice and was hitting a study session that night so we were on our own. It was strange, every time I typed on my laptop, my arms rubbed against my sore boobs. My posture was usually awful so I struggled to find a way to avoid distracting myself accidently rubbing the things, or hurting myself by bumping my boobs. Finally I figured I had to sit up straight to avoid the distraction. That pushed my boobs out more and made it look like I was posing. Bizarre. Walking to the kitchen, my arms rubbing the sides of my boobs while walking, causing more pain. Again, this was a minor annoyance but still distracting. Standing up straight helped and I walked into the kitchen. Theresa looked up from the stove and gave me a strange look. I kissed her on the cheek and sat down, retaining my good form to avoid the discomfort of rubbing my boobs. I started eating and talking to her about work and tomorrow's meeting when she finally stopped me. "Jim, what are you doing?" "What do you mean, eating, talking, the usual." "No you're acting differently, your posture and motions." "How so?" "You're acting kind of, I don't know, feminine?" she suggested very gently. "No, no, no, I kept rubbing my breasts while typing and it was annoying so I started sitting up straighter. And when I was walking, the same thing so I adjusted to avoid that. These things are still sore and they keep getting in the way of everything!" "Now you know how it feels! Alright, I was just checking." "Checking what, are you afraid I'll go gay?" "Well, it occurred to me." "Of course not, this is temporary. I just am still a little sore from surgery and rubbing the boobs irritates them. I don't want them to get sore." The rest of the night went well. I helped with dishes and we settled on the couch. I was tired from the day and passed out in Theresa's arms but at least there weren't any disturbing dreams. The next day, the escape plan worked well, and the visit with the lawyer, Ben Eegan, went even better. He opened our eyes beyond malpractice and pain and suffering to Theresa's pain and suffering and if, things didn't work out, alienation of affection. His immediate target was the hospital, the board of directors, the doctor and the new administration for a whopping $60 million! What Brent Westin was telling us didn't even scratch the surface. He heard our story and the things which could be repaired and what was damaged permanently. He shook our hands and promised us that this would work out massively to our favor. We signed our commitment to the lawsuit and he began preparations for filing a lawsuit with full expectations of a quick settlement and no embarrassing trial. We walked out of the attorney's office in a daze. Of course the lawyer would take a third of the settlement but $40 million was an amazing figure. Theresa was giddy and laughing like a schoolgirl. With my new voice, I was sounding a lot like her but I didn't care, we were going to be rich. I forgot all about being out in public, looking the way I did until a man opened the door of the office building for us, I thanked him and he gave me the up and down look and said, "Have a nice day, ma'am." "Did you hear that? I think he was flirting with you!" "Bullshit! He better not be flirting with you! I'll beat him to a pulp!" "With what, your big boobies?" I fed on the joke and thrust my chest out, swinging it from side to side. In the reflection of the building I looked like a pixie girl shimmying her tits. I stopped immediately and tried to forget that just happened. It also made them sore again and I didn't want to irritate them so I resumed my walk to avoid rubbing my boobs with my arms. Catching myself in the window again, I noticed I now had the gait of a woman. Instead of being at my sides, my arms swung more, elbows pointed backwards, my butt was waving side to side. So what the hell am I supposed to do? "Theresa," I whispered, "I see what you meant last night! I'm walking around like a girl!" "It's ok, you'll be back to normal soon enough, less than 3 months now. Let's start a countdown!" I continued walking, naturally shifting my shoulders opposite the movement of my butt, arms swinging side to side. It was a natural motion, balance and counterbalance. I also noticed that my butt looked different in the window but no matter, the countdown had started and we would be back to normal soon. Nevertheless, for a moment I was a carefree woman, out in public, acting as a woman. We walked to the car and it was now after 6 pm and I was hungry. "Can we grab something to eat? I'm getting hungry." "Are you ok with going somewhere?" "Yes, I'm getting by with this and all the neighbors will probably be out. You know they will stop us coming down the street and want to know what's up with me. Let's get home after dark." "Good idea, call Alexi and see if she wants to meet us somewhere." "Well we can't go to any of our usual places, let's go somewhere downtown, I think we can afford it now!" "How about Del Amini's, you're not exactly dressed for it but we can sit at the bar or something." "Uh-uh, no flirting and I'm not going to react well to a guy trying to pick you up again." "Or you!" "Stop! There's no way a guy will be interested in me if he gets up close!" "Oh, you're going to let a guy get that close to you?" "Quit it!" I squealed, we were arguing like a couple of girls, which we probably appeared to be. "I'm not sitting at the bar!" "OK, then let's try Giovanni's, it's a nice casual family pizza joint with private booths." And it was dimly lit, I was still skittish about being seen in public, despite my passable appearance and picking up the increasingly feminine mannerisms. She proceeded down Third to Oak Street and Giovanni's. Alexi called back and would join us in 15 minutes. We walked in, Theresa asked for a "Table for three, please." We were seated and looked over the menu, the waiter came over and gave us ice waters, and asked if we ladies would like some wine. Theresa agreed and ordered two glasses. "Honey, did you notice you're driving everywhere and ordering for me?" "Well, it just kind of happened, I'm taking care of my baby while she recovers." "You just called me a she!" I whispered distressed. "I'm sorry honey. Your face is healing and it's hard to look at you and think he." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pocket mirror. "Look at you, your face is pretty." I knew from this morning's bathroom mirror that she was right. My face was healing very well, most of the ugly colorations were gone and a cute and perky face was emerging from the swelling. The surgeon had done great work but man, was he gonna pay. "Honey, let me show you something." She pulled out her foundation and dotted it in the powder and headed for my face. "Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, what are you doing?!?" Some other customers looked over as I had gotten a little loud. "Just covering up the last of the bruising. Let me do it." "Uh, no!," extending out the no for emphasis and again, sounding just like a woman. "No, try it. Nobody knows you here and it's just a woman fixing her makeup." "There you go with the woman and her thing. Alexi's going to be back from the restroom soon and she won't want to see her Dad wearing makeup!" I whispered. The waiter came with the wine, I now needed something stronger but took a deep and unladylike swig of wine. "Can we just have a bottle?" I asked. Theresa sat back. "We'll see what Alexi says and I guess I'm driving home since you're drinking that." "Ok, fine," we sat in silence, looking over the menu until Alexi arrived. Theresa stood and I followed, they hugged and kissed on the cheek and for some reason, I followed along. Sitting back down, she said, "Hi, Mom and Dad!" Again, customers looked over as there wasn't any traditional Dad at this table. I buried my head in my hands and took another long swig on my wine. Theresa leaned over the table and said, "Alexi, you need to be careful with calling her Dad." "Hold on, you said, her." I said, "My point exactly! I'm still Alexi's Dad!" "But out in public, that will be embarrassing. Can you call HIM," looking at me, "Jen." So now I was Jen. "Fine! How about us GIRLS have a toast to Jen!" We toasted and I had another long drink of wine. Theresa didn't have more than one glass and we allowed Alexi a glass but the rest of the bottle went to me. I was tipsy before the pizza arrived and drunk by the end of the night. We talked and talked and I was referred to a she and her and Jen all night but I didn't care I was having fun and us girls were having a blast. Theresa and Alexi helped me up and deposited me in the passenger seat for the ride home. Alexi kissed me on the cheek and told me, "Good night, Jen, oops Dad." I slurred, "Good night, honey," passing out on the ride home. Chapter Eleven Ben called us back to his office the next day. I wasn't feeling too hot from last night's celebrations and was moving a little slowly. Theresa recognized the overindulgences and assisted me greatly. We got ready, Theresa adding a bit of foundation to my face to disguise the rest of the bruising and to cover the bags under my eyes. Gazing in the mirror, I had to like what was peering back at me. She looked so cute! The short hair looked out of place though and instead of combing it straight back, I kind of mussed in up a bit, adding a little bit of volume. Theresa noticed what I was doing and said that I didn't have much to work with and we were running late. If I wanted, she would work on the hair more tomorrow. She was rushing me along and laid out some clothes for me, pretty much my gender neutral uniform of polos, jeans, and sneakers but I noticed when I put the polo shirt on and tried buttoning the last button that it was actually her shirt. It was more fitted and showed off my boobs more. "Honey, this shirt is yours, does it look ok on me?" and got approval from Theresa on my attire. My chest was looking nice and I posed a bit in the mirror, moving from side to side to capture every angle. Theresa noticed me posing and cleared her throat. "We've gotta get moving, stop admiring your boobs and let's go!" I blushed and snuck one more quick look. Boobs are fascinating enough when looking at other women, try owning a pair! We snuck out of the house in the same way, me slouching down in the back seat until we got down the main thoroughfare. Parking downtown, we walked hand in hand to the office building where Ben Eegan officed. I felt completely comfortable out in public and as happy as a girl could be - well, a man in a girl's body - but it now felt fine to be presenting myself in this way. All was good in the world and we were excited about the visit and the latest news on our upcoming riches. We walked in the office, Theresa telling the receptionist, "Theresa and Jen Meyer for our 9:30 with Ben. She called me Jen again but I sure as heck didn't look, or feel like Jim today. We sat for a moment, waiting for Ben who saw us in a few minutes. He ushered us into the office and asked how we were today. Theresa replied that Jen had a rough night but was recovering and she was fine. Ben got down to business. To our surprise, the hospital didn't take the lawsuit well, promising to fight us to the last dollar. Ben wasn't overly concerned about the development, calling this more of a negotiating technique. The sum of the proposed settlement was substantial but in his, experience, fair. The settlement would likely take the Memorial Hospital's income from the black into the red and it was not unexpected that they would object to it. He would counteroffer with a slightly lower figure to show good faith negotiating but did want to make sure that we did nothing to harm our case. This meant that I would have to remain in my current state for now, not to change a thing so even the hormone release device implanted in my hip would have to stay for now. He recommended seeing a psychologist for support and provided a card. This was only a momentary setback and the new offer on the table would only come down $5 million but he was very firm on the number and if the hospital rejected the proposal, he had no problem with going to trial. Theresa and I agreed on the course of action and authorized Ben to proceed according to plan. Ben had calls to make to follow up and escorted us out of the office, his hand on the small of my back as I left. We shook hands, noticing that he didn't give me a firm grip and vigorous handshake like men do, he more gently took my hand from above it and moved up and down more slowly. We left the office to return home. "Hey, it's late and we had to skip breakfast, would you like to grab something?" Theresa asked. "I sure I could use something, I'm still kind of woozy from last night." "I know a nice place for brunch in the mall." We strolled to the car and headed out, I wasn't even thinking of the way I appeared. We talked about the visit with Ben, the kids, and what to have at brunch. She pulled up to the mall and we entered Macy's in the women's department, walking through the fragrance section where an eager sales clerk asked us if we'd like to try the latest fragrance from J.Lo as she simultaneously sprayed me with it. That was always annoying to me when I was Jim, I didn't know how Theresa put up with it. The perfume did smell nice but I was visibly annoyed. Theresa interjected before I raised my voice, "Thanks for the sample but she's not interested right now." We walked on and she said that I did smell very nice. I inhaled and yes, the perfume smelled nice but I wasn't into smelling very floral and sweet. "It smells like something Alexi would wear. This is a younger woman's perfume." "Honey, your plastic surgery makes you look younger, you can pull it off." Every breath now reminded me of my status, every step reaffirmed my condition, every glance in the many mirrors in the stores reinforced my new femininity. I must have looked concerned. "Jen, don't frown, are you feeling alright?" She misdiagnosed my concern as a hangover. "Theresa, I look different, I sound different, I'm wearing your shirt in public, I'm starting to walk different, am I acting different, are the hormones affecting me mentally?" She held me wrist lightly. "No, sweety, you're just adapting to a different situation." "Now I have to stay on the hormones longer. I know they're just temporary but I think they're doing something to me, I feel so open and free and, I hate to say it, girly. With Alexi and you last night, I felt like one of the girls and you seemed to be treating me like a girl. You're calling me Jen all the time now. Men open doors for me, Ben knows who I am and he shook my hand lightly and touched me like he would a woman when we left the office. What is going on with my head?" "You've got me for your foundation, I'm here for you and we'll work through this. I love you, no matter how you look now. I'm sorry if I'm treating you differently, it's hard for me too." "Oh my god, I've been so wrapped up in myself that I forgot about you. You've lost your husband." "No I didn't. You're still you. I call you Jen in public but you're still my mate, ok?" She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Now let's get some brunch!" I was relieved by her pep talk but the concern still lingered in my mind as we sauntered to the restaurant, hand in hand. She hadn't called me her man or husband but had used a gender neutral term. "Table for two, please," again taking the lead. "So what are you ladies doing at the mall today, a little power shopping?" The waitress started the conversation. "We're just grabbing brunch," I replied, ignoring the fact that she had just addressed us both as ladies. "There's a great sale this week at Anne Klein, you should check it out!" I deferred to Theresa, I had no idea where to take this conversation. Theresa spoke up, "Oh, anything special?" "The usual stuff there, upper end clothing, there's some wonderful classy outfits for more formal events and business outfits." "We might take a look, Jen might be interested, she's getting back to work this week." "Tough economy, glad you found something." She whispered, "I'm making ends meet here but looking for something better." The manager was lurking and she quickly got back to business. "So, what would you like today?" Theresa ordered for us, "We'll have the fresh fruit bowl and English muffins with jelly and coffees." The order was on the light side for my usual breakfast fare but my stomach was still a little upset so I didn't object. "Always trying to get into a smaller size, aren't we? I'll get your coffees right away. Thank-you." The coffee came quickly and helped my condition but at the expense of a bladder that started petitioning me for relief. I tried to excuse myself but Theresa objected, "You know us girls always go the restroom together." I forgot the first rule of women. We both got up and went to the women's room, my first public women's room. I went to the stall and performed the slightly more familiar bodily function, meeting Theresa at the sink. "Well this is weird, I'm usually out waiting for you." "When in Rome, sweetheart." We washed up, Theresa re-touched her lipstick and mascara, then turned to me, "You know, you could try a little mascara. When in Rome." She didn't wait for me to confirm or object to the statement and took the little black brush to my eyes, expertly rolling the goop onto my eyelashes. "Now blink your eyes and I'll re-apply." I did so, she did a few light adjustments and said, "Ok, gorgeous, look at yourself." My eyes were just slightly accented by the mascara, not really a noticeable amount of makeup but my eyes did stand out. As I glanced about, I noticed that my eyes looked much more feminine. I now had perfume and mascara put on in the last 30 minutes. The mall was quickly becoming a black hole for my fading masculinity. "You look great and a lot of being a woman is the confidence you gain from your appearance. Now go out there, you're beautiful!" I did an exaggerated girly walk for her, Theresa rushed to the door and opened it. "Ladies first!" joking. She was right, I felt special and kept a little extra wiggle in my walk. The waitress had just brought the fruit and muffins to the table and we sat, me finally remembering to sit with my legs together. I frequently crossed my legs as a man and I decided to try it in a woman's way. Healing further and without anything in the way, my legs crossed over easily. Theresa approved, giving me a thumbs up as she bit into her food. I kept my legs crossed, a little more comfortable in my own skin. Chapter Twelve Skipping the sales at the mall to return home, I had some work to take care of for Larry the spreadsheets and reports were completed and he had reviewed them and had some questions. I looked them over and replied via email, clarifying several points. It also occurred to me that there was a significant business opportunity with this client and I expanded on the details of an initiative which could blow away the revenue projections for not only my department but the entire division. Larry was interested but couldn't grasp the details involved. He was in meetings and flying back to the home office later and asked if I was available by phone late afternoon and before thinking, I had replied yes. I worked for a couple of more hours on the project, preparing for the call when Theresa called me, asking if I wanted something for a snack. "Yes, of course, that brunch wouldn't carry me all day." My voice! I sounded so sweet and angelic. I tried modulating it down and it sounded like a woman with a cold or a heavy smoker. I can't talk to Larry like this! I whispered, there that didn't sound like a woman. I ran downstairs, the first time I had run since the operation and noticed my breasts jiggling, even with the compression bra, they protested at the abuse and I held them with my arm. Theresa met me and noticed my discomfort. "Are you ok? You didn't hurt them did you?" "No, it's just uncomfortable." "Well, that's how they work and what we deal with every day. I think you're going to have to get used to it for now. You sound distressed?" "I just realized, I set up a call with Larry this afternoon and I can't talk to him like this!," I protested. "I can whisper to him and tell him my voice is still messed up but I found a huge opportunity for him." "It doesn't matter, we won't be needing that income anymore, skip the call, quit your job and let's get the settlement." "I can't leave him in the lurch like that, he's always been so fair to me. It isn't right." "You're so dedicated, it's so cute." "It's the right thing to do, and it's not cute!" I protested again, sounding just like a girl. I also had taken a female pose with my wrists on my hips, pushing out my chest, and swinging a hip out to my left. "Look at you, you're the cutest thing!" My shoulders sagged and I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting. Why was I acting like this? It had to be the hormones flowing but it seemed natural. She kissed me on the lips, took my head in her hands, and tilted my head. She opened her mouth, moving her tongue into my mouth. I responded and yielded to her advance, "Mmmm that's nice." My new voice gave me momentary pause, she opened her eyes and said, "That's a sexy little voice, I like it." She attacked me, kissing more intensely. Despite the different tones I was making and my wife's different approach, I wasn't about to stop her and kissed back. My body responded to her, moving closer. Our breasts melded together, another new and different but good feeling. Her hands moved back to my face, cupping my cute visage in her hands. "I love you so much, Jen. Upstairs. Please," she breathed to me. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. She took my hand and led me upstairs. We moved to our bed, sitting and she started moving around my body, exploring new curves. I leaned back, letting Theresa take over and feel the new me. She was making me feel great, my body responded automatically to her touch. I felt things differently, more sensually, deeper than ever before. I moaned again, appreciating my seductive tones. She giggled and I made a sexy little kind of devilish laugh back. The look in her eyes was one of total lust and desire and she needed me, even in my present condition. There was no stopping her and I relented, she was going to take me, as a woman, as her wife. I was suddenly good with that but medically I wasn't sure I was ready. I paused, "Honey I love you with all my heart, I want you so bad." She figured out where this was headed and took off my shirt, or her shirt. She slowly removed my bra, freeing my breasts, which popped out, relieved of their constraints. Theresa played with my boobs for a few minutes. It was strange but I started to enjoy it. She tenderly massaged them, squeezed them, and teased my nipples. They moved according to her touch, soft flesh, putty in her hands. But when she glided over my nipples, or traced around my growing areoles, but especially when she teased my nipples between her fingertips, it set off fires in my now undulating pelvis, my hips rolling to a subtle but insistent beat. She unbuttoned my jeans and her shorts and guided my hand to her wet pussy, I massaged it expertly, stroking the folds and toying with her nub. Her body was writhing in pure bliss and she moaned. She reached for me, kissing me deeper and more urgently. She moved to my side and then kissed my breast, then the nipple. I moaned desperately, it felt so good. My pelvis started moving on its own. "Oh god, Theresa please don't stop." She took my new breast into her mouth, sucking it and rolling the nipple with her tongue. Strange sensations radiated from my nipples and suddenly my new vagina felt swollen and moist. I was responding to the sexual stimulus as a woman, I moaned like a woman, I wanted sex as a woman and I needed it now! Theresa played with my other nipple, it grew hard and the feelings even more intense. "Yes, Yes! YES! Please." I whined the word please in my higher tone and stretched it to the breaking point. I sounded like a woman in heat! I needed her to please me as a woman would please another woman. I needed it like a woman. I moved my hand down there, I had only entered it with the dilation device in the most gentle and clinical of manners. I had been afraid of damaging the area but now I wanted it so badly, those concerns were forgotten. I was hot all over, which flooded my senses and gave new life to the perfume scents from earlier today. As I breathed in the flowery aromas, we were women, together deep in lust. My finger opened the door of my new femininity, rubbing my lower lips, experiencing new joys. Theresa noticed and moved her hand down, down, down, circling, and in. A rush of nearly orgasmic energy beset my pelvis. Involuntarily, my back arched and I let loose a moan so loud I nearly broke the mood. "So you're a moaner, eh?" she teased me, pausing for a second. "Ooooh god, it feels soooo gooood!" I looked in her eyes with a woman's sexual intensity, she reflected that look back to me. "I'm going to rock your world, woman!" "Yes, take me, I'm yours." Her fingers skillfully played with my new nub, teasing it, rolling it, kneading it. I was in ecstasy with each new movement. If this is womanhood, I surrender to it. Then the motion became more targeted, rolling waves of pleasure, I was out of control, moaning and almost thrashing. Theresa rode the wave, knowing just when to tease and just when to go harder. I finally orgasmed as a woman, spasms of delight rippling through my body, a new dimension opened up, I am a new woman, a chasm opening between my past life and this moment. I kissed Theresa passionately, in exhausted bliss. I compared and contrasted this to previous orgasms, this beat a male orgasm easily but where was I now? This was the best sex I had ever experienced, and from what the doctors had said, would ever experience again. "You're thinking too much, honey, just go with what you like." She was right I did tend to analyze everything and this felt so right. "Honey, I can't believe that, it was awesome!" "I bet, can I get a little delight, too?" Oh, shit she was right, I was so lost in my newfound pleasure I had forgotten about pleasing my wife. I kissed her again and felt her supple breasts. I had to please my wife the only way I could now, my finger or by tongue. I couldn't please her as a man would, as Jim would but Theresa was still as impassioned with me as ever. Jen went down on her wife, probing her vagina as Theresa had done to her. I resolved to make the best lover I could for her and we made love for another solid hour, cumming again and again, with these new abilities, the way I had come to ecstasy, the way a woman did. By the end of it, we were exhausted messes of womanly desire. I found my way, weakly, to the shower. I cleaned up, numb all over. I could hardly move and my body was still tingling from pleasure. Theresa was asleep, with a satisfied smile on her face. She looked so sexy, naked on the bed. I gazed at my lover, pondering the feminine delights we had both just experienced and toying with the idea of starting again. Just then my phone rang. I looked at the clock, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, it had to be Larry!