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Chapter Thirteen Running to the office with the towel barely hanging on for the ride, and my left arm and hand protecting my still tender bouncing breasts, I reached the phone on the fourth ring. Not even thinking, I answered, breathily, "Hello?" "Oh, uh, do I have the right number?" Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit again! My voice! My body was still numb and tingling and exhausted, my mind still awash in endorphins from marathon sex and reeling from the delights of a woman and I had answered in full female voice. I quickly muted the phone and screamed in terror, just to clear my head. A high-pitched girly scream like from exasperation, exhaustion and fright. What do I do? "Oh, Larry, this is Theresa, Jim will be right in!" I lied. I faked fumbling the phone like it was being handed off. The towel dropped to the ground, exposing my breasts and female sex but I ignored the distraction and talked to him, naked to the world, pacing to work off my nervousness. As raspy and gravelly as I could whisper, "Uh, hello, this is Jim." Standing there naked, breasts hanging out, my new vagina exposed, sweaty and glowing, having experienced pleasure and bliss like never before, I couldn't have been farther from Planet Jim. But I forced the lie as best I could. At least after the shower, I could only barely smell the J.Lo perfume anymore. "Man, you still sound like hell. Are you ok to take this call? I can talk later." I tried sounding as cavalier and as masculine I could manage, "Yeah, I sound a lot worse than I feel." That at least was not a lie, my body was still weak but tingling with pleasure. I tried to redirect to business asap. "So I found some interesting information in the data and would like to discuss with you." "Please, my flight boards in about 10 minutes so we'll have to make it quick." The quicker the better, this was weird, talking to the boss in my birthday suit, only my birthday suit was more like Lady Godiva. My breasts kept swinging around as I paced and talked but I managed to concentrate on the task at hand. We reviewed the information and Larry was excited about the discovery. Ten minutes later, he said, "Look I have to board soon but I'll need more information. This is very encouraging, the client will love it, you'll have to present with me next week. We can get you a microphone if your voice is still weak but will you be well enough to go to Dallas by then?" Again, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I loved the work I did, loved that it was successful but I look like a girl and suddenly feel more feminine than masculine. "Larry, I don't know. I need to see the doctor and get back with you." "I'm not sure I grasp all the details yet, I'll need you there for background and technical questions, ok? And I need to share the rewards of this, you deserve recognition for your work, Jim." "Uh, ok, thanks Larry." Then it was stream of consciousness, "I have to hop on the plane, but we need to meet tomorrow. I'll come over to the house to make it easier on you, see you at 9, ok, bye!" And he was gone. I turned, now wiped out from the lesbian adventures with my wife, the opportunity, and the fear of figuring out how to handle the Larry situation tomorrow. Theresa had woken and apparently had been standing there for a while. She now walked in, still naked and funky from our lovemaking. She slowly strolled up to me, kissed me and hugged me, "Honey, we have a lot to talk about." Chapter Fourteen Theresa grabbed my hand and walked me back to the bedroom. She had made the bed already. "Here, you need to get dressed, wear these," handing me her underwear, a sports bra and white cotton panties, "I'll get you an outfit," and she disappeared into her walk-in closet. I was feeling like a woman but was back-tracking on it after talking to Larry. I was still holding her underwear when she came out with a robe and several garments of hers. "Jen, I love you and want to help you. I can see you are conflicted between your old self and the new you but I could tell - you're where it is you belong now. Reconstructive surgery can't bring Jim back, not completely and not satisfactorily. It's not just the sex that is better. Everything can be better. I want you to try this out, I want you to live as a woman, just for a little while and see the joys of femininity. We can be lovers, I'm good with it, you were very good to me. We'll work everything out with the kids and the family and friends. Whatever happens with the lawsuit, we will be very comfortable. If we have to start new lives together, we can. I love you as you are, do you love me still?" "Of course I do, but this is a drastic step. What if the kids or the family doesn't accept me, what if I change? There are so many unknowns here." "That's why it's a trial basis, just for a week or so. If you don't like it, you go back. You're already completely accepted by strangers as a woman, you just seemed so happy and I want you to be happy, man or woman. I spoke to Alexi last night and she wants to see you be happy too, man or woman, Dad or Mom. We'll have the money to live well, either way." "I was happy as a man." "But last night and today, you seemed very happy as a woman," she said, teasing me. It was true, I was acting very effeminately last night as one of the girls and the sex was mind-blowing. I admitted it, conceding this point sheepishly, "I enjoyed it." "Of course it was, baby. And it will be mind-blowing again but what about me, my feelings?" I had been self-centered about the changes again and realized that Theresa should have some say in all these alterations as they affected her as well. I got all wrapped up in my orgasm, my beautiful female orgasm and hadn't even thought of satisfying her needs. I was all wrapped up in how everything was changing for me, my life, my relationships, my job, just everything, and wasn't considering where my wife was with all this. I realized my selfishness and sought to make reparations on my short-sightedness. "Theresa, these changes, they're so consuming and it's changing everything about my life. How are you with this? Your husband is gone, you've been a great support to me, are you okay with...Jen?" I referred to myself in the third person to sum everything that had happened to me. To us. She took my hand in hers, moving closer, "Baby, I'm okay with whatever makes you happy and whatever keeps us together. I love you so much, Jim or Jen. I loved Jim's masculinity, his strength and he was my rock. We've only known Jen for a couple of days, but I love her femininity, her adventurous acceptance of what is happening, her sexiness, and her companionship. I'm discovering new things about myself too and the journey, with you, with my Jen, my partner, my wife, has been exhilarating. I'm falling in love with Jen all over again. It's exciting, almost like an affair, but it's with my lifetime partner and it's good. It feels like the butterflies you get with a new relationship, a new love. It's a change for both of us but I'm very happy right now and I want to keep exploring the new you and the new me." "So you're ok with us, with our relationship?" "Of course I am, sweetheart." "We're lesbians." "Let's forget about labels or tags, we're who we are, Theresa and Jen. We're not the Lesbians. So am I gay or not?" I pondered the question, she's with who she married, but she's with a woman, the convolutions were rapidly piling on but she quickly moved on. "I still love the person I married, does that make me gay?" I had no idea, this was a question for higher authorities than me. "And then what are you? You're still acting out your sexual orientation you had 3 weeks ago, you still make beautiful love to your wife. Is that gay now? We are who we are, I don't care about a label. I love my spouse. I was never attracted to women before you changed. I don't know if any other woman would be attractive to me but you, my beautiful Jen, are. And I'm ok with that, actually I really love it!" She kissed me hard on the lips. "Oh my god, I love you so much, honey. I never want to let you go." I hugged her tightly. She was someone special, she really did love me. It didn't matter what or who we are, we're in love and that's the only thing that truly mattered. "I love you too, Jen." She hugged me back, kissing me gently. It could be alright, it might be alright, but work still nagged at my mind. I enjoyed the embrace for another minute but the warm pleasure of the closeness of our bodies was being gnawed away as I thought about work. "But I have to meet with Larry tomorrow, what am I going to do?" "Call him back tonight and tell him you have to review the medical situation with him first and prepare him for some shocking news. Tell him if he can accept the medical situation, you will be able to help him with your great opportunity. Otherwise you can't be of assistance." "That almost sounds like blackmail. He's been great to us and I can't pull that on him." "Make it sound less harsh, less quid pro quo and he should accept it. Use your feminine wiles," she winked. "I certainly can't do that!" taking the same pose of feminine objection as before. Theresa looked me up and down, "Girl, look at you, listen to you, you're Jen, not Jim, at least for this week. And you, my spouse, my girlfriend, my wife, my lover will get my full support, no matter what. Try it, just for a week. If it doesn't work for you, you have the reconstructive surgery and we go back to Jim and Theresa Meyer, best they can rebuild you, no problems, no repercussions. Please, I want you to be the happiest person you can be. Try the panties on, Jen honey." I considered, then thought of her love and acceptance and our happiness. I relented and slid them up my legs. I paused and walked into the bathroom, looking in the mirror and taking them off again. "Theresa, it looks ridiculous with all this hair, I'm going to shave my legs." "Oh, you're completely right, do you need any help?" "If it's just like my beard. No, not really." I wetted my legs and added some of her shaving cream from the shower. It had a pinkish shade to it and smelled of lavender. I didn't bother looking for my spicy scented man's shaving cream. "Here goes nothing," sitting in the tub, I lathered and started shaving. I could sort of see the change to a smooth finish but the effect wasn't completely revealed until I washed my legs off and dried them. A few nicks here and there but otherwise very smooth. Theresa liked the view too. I rubbed my legs together, it felt good, so smooth and sexy. I extended them, crossed them, and slid my hand down my legs and snatched the panties off the floor. I slid the panties up, my bottom half looked and felt great. Except I noted that I needed a tan. As opposed to my male underwear sagging around my genitals, they cupped my new girl parts, the gentle mound firmly nestled in the soft white cotton. My hips and cheeks flared out of the panties, making me feel a little more feminine too. I put on the sports bra, still not ready for regular bras after the implants. I adjusted my boobs in the cups, my nipples poking out slightly. I looked in the mirror. "See, doesn't that feel right?" I turned to and fro, looking over my shoulder at my butt. I felt somehow lighter and freer. I glided about the bathroom tile, OK, I said to myself, I turned and shot the mirror a sexy look. It worked, and I worked it. I looked just like any other girl. I winked and blew myself a kiss. Theresa could see it was working. "How about something simple to start with? It's still feminine and will make you feel special but there's nothing complicated about it and it should fit you." She handed me a yellow sundress from her post-childbirth wardrobe. It would be larger than the rest of her wardrobe and should fit me. "Put it on over your head." Straight from male to a sundress, a quantum leap. I put it on and let the fabric flow down, over my breasts, out past my hips, easily settling onto my girlish figure, and I noticed, accenting it. The panties didn't cover my hips and cheeks completely and the airy effect of the dress on my legs, hips and cheeks made me feel even more feminine. My legs were smooth and the dress flowed around them, I felt more confident, and happy and content. Theresa adjusted it, shifting the material. I looked in the mirror and all I could see was a beautiful woman, me. "Turn and work it, baby." I did so, the skirt flowing outwards, I stopped facing the mirror and noticed a little cleavage, respectfully displayed, my cleavage. Theresa ran from the room and retrieved sandals with a slight heel and a sunflower on the buckle. I put them on and couldn't have felt prettier. Taking a few hesitant steps, I quickly got confident with the slight heels but walking the only way I could in them put ever more of a female wiggle in my step. "You look fabulous, kiss me you sexy thing!" I did, a long and lingering kiss. I was eating up the compliments too, I felt pretty and sexy and feminine and it felt right and good. "Now makeup!" I sat on the edge of the tub and she applied foundation like before, mascara like at the mall, lipstick and eyeliner and eye shadow. After Theresa finished, I batted my eyes and moved my lips together, lips gliding against each other with the creamy lubrication of the lipstick. During this, I wasn't allowed to look in the mirror. When I did I was finally allowed to, I was shocked. "I present you Jen Meyer, loving wife of Theresa Meyer!" I looked at myself and saw the picture of femininity. I twirled, smiled, posed and every angle was all woman. "Theresa, honey, you do fabulous work!" I was amazed. "Nails!" She produced a cornflower blue little bottle of nail polish and told me to sit. I did and she worked on my hands. "You'll have to grow these nails out and you need a manicure so bad. We'll get you into a salon." She painted each nail then did my toenails. "Don't ruin the finish, you need to let this dry." Theresa didn't allow to touch anything without admonishing me about guarding the nail polish. The effect was that my hand movements were now dainty and feminine as I worked on putting all the beauty materials away. "Jen Meyer, I love you my beautiful bride!" She paused and seemed to have a thought lodged in her mind. Something she stored away, but something which made her euphoric. "I love you too!" I kissed her but was careful not to smear my lipstick. She kissed me back heartily, not giving a damn about the lipstick. "How about some of your perfume?" "Of course, you need to smell as pretty as you are." She sprayed my neck and wrists, I rubbed my wrists together and was consumed with every breath by the scent of a woman. "I'm going to get ready and we're going to hit that sale at the mall! Then I'm going to ravish my beauty when we get home to our love nest!" she purred with sex spilling from her mouth. "I will honor and obey that request as your wife," I said teasingly. "Hold on to that thought! Wifey!" This was fun and I walked happily back to the office. The heels and the dress introduced more of a sway to my walk. My hips wavered back and forth and I felt more fully feminine. I sat down and thought for a minute at my desk. This was wrong, I said to myself, and crossed my smooth legs together, sitting up straight and thrusting out my boobs and placing my beautifully painted fingers on the keyboard, I composed an email to Larry. If he could only see me now! Larry: We need to talk about my medical situation prior to our meeting tomorrow. I remain fully committed to the company and the division but my situation could complicate the tasks at hand. I would like to meet you at the Cheesecake Factory at the mall at 8. Theresa will join us. Sorry to be so circumspect but this can only be done in person. I apologize for any inconvenience, Jim Meyer This was it, I was going the distance with it. Larry was open-minded but this would still be a shock. I hit send and became Jen. Whether I would be Jen forever, I didn't know, but I was a beautiful woman, Mrs. Jen Meyer for now and I loved it. How could I not, I was beautiful and sexy and feminine and I was drinking it up, engulfed by this strange new world of womanhood. I felt the happiest I had ever felt and giggled to myself, elated at the possibilities I had been denied all my life. I would now be the woman getting the attention, I would be the stylish one getting looks as I sashayed down the street, but most importantly, I was now the luckiest girl in the world, a devoted wife to Theresa. Chapter Fifteen Theresa and I caught up on housework the rest of the day. It took my mind off things and we were great partners and finished up the house rapidly. I was still in the sundress, taking care to keep my skirt out of the way and growing ever more accustomed to the sandals with the short heels. Finishing up the last of the chores, she slipped up behind me and cupped my breasts, tickling my neck with little kisses and teasing me with her tongue. I quickly started getting hot and bothered, spinning to face her. Our breasts melded together and she explored my new curves. Theresa was more than interested in me again and I was eating it up. "I love my new Jen doll." "I love you and I love this too but we've gotta get ready!," I protested. She bit my lip and tugged on it gently. "I want you again." "I know, I love this but maybe just a quickie?" We had a couple of hours and were headed, hand in hand for upstairs when Alexi walked in. "Hi, Mom, Hi, uh, Hi Moms!" She looked me up and down, she had just called me Mom. We hadn't discussed this part with her, but she was substituting with probably the only correct way she could, especially since her Dad was wearing a sundress and sandals, looking great in makeup, and acting effeminately. "Alexi, your Mom and I want to have a talk with you," I said. We walked into the kitchen together, my hand still in Theresa's hand. "How are you handling my, situation? It has to be quite a change for you and I need to make sure you're ok. I've been thinking only about me and your Mom and work and we haven't had a chance to see how you're doing." "Dad, uhm, Jen, you know, what should I call you?" "We haven't even thought about that, see we need to catch up!" "You two sit down and I'll get us something." Theresa walked to the kitchen, leaving Alexi and I alone. "Alexi, you know I still love you with all my heart." "I love you too...," she still searched for a name. Dad, uh, no. Mom? Already have one, not so much. How would Mom react? Jen? Too new, too strange, doesn't recognize parental status. "And I love your Mom as much as ever and she still loves me but things have changed pretty drastically for us." "Dad, you seem to be adapting really well, I'm so proud of how you're handling this and I'm really ok with it. I don't know what to call you but I'm glad that my parents are still together and I'm good with everything and it's actually kind of fun so far." "Well, I'm glad you're having fun!" "And I think you're having fun with it too!" I didn't know if she was alluding to my dress, I was sitting on the couch with my now smoothly shaved legs slanted to one side, parallel to each other, or if just moments ago, she could see that Theresa and I were about to run upstairs for a quickie. I tried to recover but she spoke first. "You and Mom are getting along really well...," she suggested with a quick raise of her eyebrows. She knew, she had caught us, and it was embarrassing as all hell but I was happier that she was accepting of us. "The only thing is how we relate to the world, suddenly I have two Moms and there's all this baggage associated with that. The world has come a long way but you know there's still some closed minded people." She sidled over to me and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Honey, this is all new for all of us...," Theresa entered and smiled seeing her wife and daughter bonding on the couch. She kneeled in front of me, kissing me gently on the mouth. "Hey you two, get a room!" Alexi said with mock indignation. "So what do I call you?" "Alexi, I've been kind of accidently named Jen, but I'm thinking, it still sounds too much like my old name." I thought for a moment, what would sound more feminine, more me? The sundress, the hormones, and the lesbian encounters with my wife were all drawing me into femininity. I felt drunk with my blossoming female sexuality, my existence as Jim was fading away as Jen overwhelmed me with excitement and new pleasures. "Jenna Meyer, pleased to meet you," I curtsied for her and she laughed, rushing over and hugging me. "No, you're my Mom too! Pleased to meet you, Mommy! Momma Jenna!" I looked over at Theresa, she approved and joined in a group hug, the three Meyer women, Theresa, Alexi and now Jenna. We women, our family would pull through this together. I was so happy to be accepted and welcomed as one of them, I started getting tears in my eyes. Theresa wiped my eye, "I love you so much, Jenna." Chapter Sixteen It took a while for us to compose ourselves. "Sweetheart, your makeup is running, you should wash your face and get ready to meet with Larry." "What should I wear?" "You need to be recognizable to Larry, it will be difficult for him to get past your cute face and your boobs but wear some of your old work clothes he's seen you in before." I proceeded upstairs and washed my face, removing the smeared mascara, the lipstick and gazing at my new face. My eyes were the same but nothing else. My brow had been shaved down, nose reduced to a thin, cute, and perfectly aligned slope, my chin was pointed and feminine. My jaw was still stronger and contrasted somewhat with my other gentle features but the estrogen leaking into my bloodstream would reduce the musculature over time. I would grow my hair out to match the rest of my face and I would soon be unrecognizable as a former man. A long, strange trip I had been forced into but was eagerly embracing. My eyebrows also betrayed my otherwise adorable face. I needed to shape them into a feminine arch. I?d also have to go for electrolysis for my beard. My adam?s apple was gone but of course the neck was still stronger, that would be slowly remedied by the estrogen and would become graceful and smooth like the rest of me. I couldn?t wait to fulfill my full female appearance to match the femininity blooming inside me. I stood there for another minute, in my panties and sports bra, assessing and admiring myself. I went to the closet to get my old clothes together, naturally sauntering over in a womanly walk. I looked over my former male uniforms on my side of the closet and then turned to Theresa?s side. Her clothes were so much more inviting, exciting, and interesting. I had choices of dresses, skirts, capris versus pants or shorts. I had colors and designs available to me that I could never use before. Lace and frills, daring translucent numbers, halter tops, sleeveless tops, silks, scarves, oh my! Her side was much more fun and interesting. I turned back again and grabbed the old reliable office khakis and a button down oxford, so stiff and drab and pulled the coarse material over my supple skin. I instantly noticed the differences, already my hips had grown and my old man pants were tight in the hips, obviously loose in the crotch, and loose in the waist. My belt went in a notch farther than the well-worn hole I used before. I hadn?t noticed the changes in my figure but the estrogen was already giving me a more feminine figure. This actually pleased me. The oxford was probably a size too large for me now, I was rapidly losing muscle mass, but even with the extra space, the buttons were still difficult around my boobs. I walked out for Theresa?s waiting review. The buttons were gapping, revealing my bra to an easy view from the side. Obviously, this wouldn?t work. ?Take the shirt and bra off, we have to do something about your boobs.? She went into the medicine cabinet and retrieved an ACE bandage, unrolling it, wrapping my upper chest and boobies tightly. They still hurt under pressure and I was uncomfortable and squirmed, trying to adjust them. She only wrapped my boobies up tighter. It was a continual dull ache and they chafed against the rough handling and material. ?They hurt,? I squealed. ?You have to be Jim for only a couple of hours tonight, and then you can convince him that you need to be Jenna and you can wear a comfortable bra like I do. Just a few hours, ok Sweetie?? I realized this might be my last time portraying myself as a man and I?ll put all those chapters behind me. From now on, I would be Jenna, a beautiful woman. A little suffering would be worth it. My boobs would have to endure this for now, and then be encased in a soft or silky bra, never to be topless in public again. I was still wearing panties and my smooth ?down there,? as we women called it in proper company, was still gently held by that soft material. My rounding butt mostly covered in smooth material which revealed no lines had I been wearing nice tight pants or a skirt, like I would have rather been. I put the oxford back on and it fit much better now, although I definitely had a case of gynecomastia. The silicone didn?t compress much but it would have to do. ?Jim,? Theresa emphasized the ?M,? ?how does that feel?? ?Okay, but I can?t wait to get back into something more fashionable.? ?Are you becoming a clothes horse?? Absentmindedly, I scratched at my chest, ?Guy clothes are convenient and easy but girl clothes are so much more fun!? ?Aren?t they, though! You have to be boring old JIM today so how about if we do some shopping for you tomorrow?? ?That would be fabulous!? ?JIM, tone down the Jenna and concentrate on your meeting.? I couldn?t help it, I was being forcibly masculinized, even if for these few hours, it wasn?t me anymore. I went upstairs to gather the laptop and some papers ? whoops, I still had nail polish on! I admired my nails for a moment as I realized I?d have to remove the accents to wait another day for that delightful display of my burgeoning femininity. I got my old wallet and shoved it in my back pocket, put on my watch, which was looser as well and lightly bounded downstairs before realizing that today, I should be heavily plodding down the stairs like a man. My boobs were so compressed, the hammering didn?t result in them bouncing all over the place. ?Uh, honey, we forgot my nails.? ?Oh, let me get the nail polish remover and cotton balls for you.? After scrubbing the last trace of femininity off that I could remove, I strode out of the house as Jim. I tried to rehearse Jim?s voice on the way but the attempts were ridiculous, there was no going back to Jim?s voice or anything deeper than an adolescent boy just starting to hit puberty. I pulled up to the mall, near the entrance for the Cheesecake Factory and jumped out, circled the car and opened Theresa?s door. ?Quite the gentleman!? ?There?s a last time for everything!? I joked. She laughed too, we were both very comfortable in tonight?s mission, in our status, and in our relationship. We walked past several stores, some outfits in Talbot?s momentarily caught my eye but Theresa nudged me in the ribs and I rejoined my masculine charade. Her arm in mine, we appeared like any other husband and wife, except my face was that of a woman. If we had time to plan this out more, I would have let my beard grow out a couple of days for more reinforcement of my former masculinity. We made it to the restaurant and Theresa checked for Larry, we had arrived first. Getting a table for three, I opted to sit with my back to the entrance, Larry would see the back of my head and get the idea that it was Jim before he saw my feminized face. Theresa would greet him and warn him not to be shocked at the results of the surgery. I?m sure his expectation would then be more geared to the Beast, not the Beauty but that was the plan we concocted. Nothing could be perfect or easy, laying all the cards on the table was the only way to go about this. Except now the King became the Queen. I booted up the laptop and we ordered drinks, beer for me today, Theresa ordered a red wine. Suddenly she looked up and smiled, ?Larry! How was your flight?? She arose quickly, blocking his view of my pretty side. ?A little turbulence but fine, nice of you to come, Theresa we haven?t seen you since the Christmas party.? ?It?s great to see you too, now Jim had some complications and frankly, malpractice from the surgery. Larry, I want to prepare you, Jim is ready for a reaction. Don?t feel that you have to hide anything but it?s going to be very different. He had several surgical procedures done which were intended for another patient. We?re trying to work with the hospital on a remedy but some things can?t be repaired so we?ll have to live with them.? She walked over, I covered the bottom of my face with my hand. ?Jim, you look ok to me, we can work with whatever the problem is.? Theresa was trying to keep me from speaking yet so she immediately jumped in, ?Jim?s face has changed substantially along with other things, Jim, honey, give him more of a view.? I slid my hand down farther, showing the nose, the chin. Larry?s frame of reference was the back, the hair, the eyes, but he squinted to be sure of what he was seeing and his eyes then grew a little wider but any poker player could have caught a glimpse of a ?tell? . ?Jim, what did they do, you look a lot younger!? Theresa again jumped in, ?Larry, they did a massive facial reconstruction intended for someone going into gender reassignment surgery. He has fine, but feminine features.? The light was dim but I was taking slight offense that he didn?t see my pretty face. I finally spoke, ?Larry, they also changed my voice and several other things, important things.? I glanced ?Down there.? Now his eyes didn?t hold back, he drew the inside straight and the calculations were completed. ?Oh my god, are you going to be ok?? My faith in Larry was confirmed, he was more concerned for me than for the strangeness, the office gossip, or any side issues. ?Larry, I think we?re going to be fine. Theresa and I are doing well and Alexi is handling it well. I think I?m going to adjust,? I said in the understatement of the year. ?Larry, I?m going to adjust to the new, uh, body, I?m going to be Jenna Meyer.? ?Oh, uhm, and you?re ok with that, there?s no way they can fix this?? ?They can?t fix my voice, they can do surgery down there but it?s not ever going to be the same and I actually I am kind of liking it. This is the first time I?ve gone out in public as a man, I?ve been living as Jenna since last week and I?m, we?re ok with it. I feel fine right now, I don?t need to get fixed.? ?Oh, I?m sorry, I assumed you wanted to change back. This is major. I?m a little at a loss for words right now, Jim?oh shit, Jenna?? This appeared to be taking a wrong turn, Theresa shot me a concerned look which Larry picked up on. ?I?m fine with it, whatever makes you happy and you know I appreciate the work you do.? ?I don?t want to be a disruption in the office, I just want to be me and suddenly, I am Jenna and I?m happy with that. It?s weird, I never thought of this before, I never thought being a woman would make me so happy. Theresa?s helping me, would you help us through this? I?m willing to work out any arrangement that will work for you.? Larry smiled, ?Uh, Jenna, that sounds like a proposition from a woman to her male boss! Are you trying to work up the corporate ladder?? The risqu? joke make us all laugh, he would be alright. The waitress stopped by and Larry ordered a beer. ?We?ll have to think over this for a while and see how to approach the office, but I have to focus on the work at hand, not BS about Jim becoming Jenna. As long as Jenna does the same good work as Jim, I?m ok with it. Let?s order some food, I?m starving!? Task oriented as always, Larry wouldn?t be a problem. We talked over dinner more about the operation, the hospital?s stonewalling us, and my business idea. He offered any support he could provide us with our difficulties but was laser focused on the initiative I proposed, peppering me with questions and trying to understand all the technicalities of it. I related all the information to Larry, this was a normal work discussion. Theresa smiled at me throughout, this being far from her area of expertise, but displaying her admiration and love. She took me hand and showed support, although she had to be bored stiff. I noticed little things changing as the discussion wore on. I stopped trying to regulate my voice, it became Jenna?s regular high pitched tone. I became more demonstrative and was speaking more with my hands. This seemed to lead to my mannerisms leaking more into femininity. My inflection of my voice changed and I realized that Jenna was naturally taking over the conversation. When I realized this, I looked at Theresa, she was watching me intently. Larry was taking a bite, she took advantage of the pause and whispered in my ear, ?You?re doing great Jenna. Love you!? We concluded with Larry saying he had to get home and we would work up the initiative for the board of directors. Theresa and I walked out, completely satisfied with the way the meeting went, I felt like I was walking on air. We hit Talbot?s on the way out and she headed straight for what had caught my eye earlier. She picked up a stunning red bodycon dress, holding it up to me for size. We went to the dressing rooms, going in together for the first time. I stripped and removed the ACE bandage, letting my suffocated breasts hang free, the crosshatch pattern of the bandages etched into them. She massaged them and kissed me, ?My girl is back! Try the dress!? I wiggled into it and Theresa zipped up the back. I was braless and the dress was tight, making my nipples show but the dress also highlighted my developing figure. Theresa left the room and returned with some red 3 inch heels, higher than I had worn yet. I slipped them on and minced out of the dressing room, hesitatingly to the mirror, I was stunning! I turned and wheeled on one toe almost in a ballerina move. The heels make me feel even more sexy and now I was fully feminine and free again, although a little racy without my bra. Theresa smiled at me, knowing this was right and good. The girls were back together and she quickly applied some makeup. ?You know, you have to learn how to do this soon.? I nodded and batted my eyes and smoothed the lipstick around my mouth. I rubbed my lips together, appreciating the smooth coating of lipstick, ?Bye-bye Jim, hello Jenna!,? I said. Theresa left to pay for the dress and shoes. She turned, ?Hello Jenna forever!? and walked out of Talbot?s as I turned back, gathering the receipt and my laptop. I strode out of the room, a confident and sexy woman. Theresa ran right into Larry. ?Theresa, hi, I realized I needed to reinforce to Jim that he has my support and we?ll get through this and probably outdo the other divisions with this great idea, oh shit!? He realized it was me. ?Oh. My. God. Jenna you?re beautiful!? ?Thank-you, boss,? I posed for him. He was at a loss for words, looking me up and down. I spun again, showing off the dress, although I was really showing off my new sexy body and we both knew it. He was almost speechless, I had that effect on a man. I kind of liked it. ?Larry, you see, I really am ok with this.? I appreciated the flattery and the effect that I would now hold on men. ?Yeah, I can see that, but you?ll be wearing appropriate underwear at the office, right?? He noticed my nipples provocatively poking through my dress. ?Sorry, Theresa?s treating me to this and I wasn?t comfortable all wrapped up in a bandage,? I quickly adjusted with feminine modesty and covered up, extending my arm across my nipples. Where did that reaction come from? ?Of course, we?ll talk tomorrow and keep working up the initiative, how?s 2 pm?? ?Works for me, talk to you tomorrow.? As we said bye, my voice climbed another octave, I wasn?t concerned about hiding anymore and I liked the flirty tone, I was really getting into this. Larry turned and walked out of the mall. Theresa took my hand in hers and we started walking to our car, my heels clicking on the tiles, the tight skirt forcing me to place one foot in front of the other which of course exaggerated the motion of my hips. My shoulders and arms moved naturally to balance the motion. No one could guess that two weeks ago I was a man. I was increasingly fine with that. Theresa guided me away from the wheelchair ramp, which in my heels would have been tricky. I avoided the traction bumps, navigating the steep curb in the tight dress with Theresa taking my arm in hers, helping to steady her lady. This was certainly more difficult but as I caught myself in the window of the shops, it was well worth the trouble. We made our way to the car. ?I?ll drive, you need to learn how to drive in heels and I?m not taking any chances with a woman driver!? She joked but the walking was tough, how would I use the pedals with the 3 inch heels? ?You also need to learn how to sit down properly.? Wow, everything was new! She opened the passenger side door for me and directed me to plant my butt in the seat, keep my legs closed, and swing them in. I started sitting, she instantly corrected me. ?Smooth the skirt out so you don?t wrinkle it, honey.? I ran my hands over my expanding butt, smoothing out the material as I sat. I kept my smooth legs closed and executed the rest of the maneuver satisfactorily, maybe even gracefully. Sitting in the passenger seat, I reflected on my position as Theresa closed the door. I opened the mirror and gazed at myself. Everything was new and beautiful, my eyes, the gateways to the soul were the only thing I recognized as Jim. Theresa got in the car and handed me her purse. ?Like what you see? I know I do.? She cupped my face in her hand, pulling me closer and kissed me several times, very gently, then parting her lips she probed my mouth with her tongue. I responded with a whimper. ?Come on let?s get home, you are driving me crazy in that dress!? If I was driving her crazy with this dress, now I wanted to push her over the edge. I looked back in the mirror and decided to fix myself up, I reapplied a little mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick. The last remaining bit of Jim, my eyes, were now accented with the mascara and as I tried different looks with my eyes, closely my eyelids slightly, seductively, the womanly gaze erased the last hints of him. Theresa watched my performance, interested in my makeup discovery process. She remembered back to the excitement she had as a girl, playing with Mommy?s makeup. Now her husband was doing the same and she was happy with him enjoying it. She drove and pondered how things would work for them and considered a dozen possibilities as she drove, each with her and Jenna together, forever. She reached over to Jenna and pulled her closer. I gave one last wink at the reflection and smiled to myself. I said to myself, ?Jenna, girl, you?re going to get laid tonight? and suddenly my pussy was getting moist and warm. I felt totally a woman and I?m totally going to enjoy the womanly pleasures. I leaned over as Theresa nudged me closer, cuddling with her, seductively tracing my fingers on her leg and lightly kissing her neck. She put an arm around me, lightly rubbing my side, sometimes sneaking into forbidden territory and tracing the outline of my breasts in the dress, fingers lightly dancing across my nipples. I moved closer to her, trying to melt into her, wanting her to have her way with me, to give myself over to her.