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Chapter Seventeen We arrived home, Theresa shut off the ignition but my motor was still revving. Theresa looked at me with desire in her eyes. I swung my legs out of the car, arising in a perfect ladylike fashion. "Jenna, your makeup looks great, I love it you sexy thing!" I basked in her appreciation for my developing skills, batting my eyes and making a sexy pose and winking. She embraced me enthusiastically, kissing me full on the lips, and turned, taking my hand. I almost fell in the rush, my tight skirt preventing me from keeping up with her. The heels were not helping much either. Theresa caught me, my knight in shining armor! "Oh my god, you saved me. I almost ruined my dress!" "That would have been a tragedy. You look so sexy in it!" "Thank-you, my lover." She kissed me again, she was ready to tear my dress off despite having saved it just seconds ago. I was steaming hot for her and my new vagina ached for her tongue and finger. I wanted nothing more than to grind my pelvis against her touch and have my breasts massaged by her. "Jenna, let's finish this up inside." Uh, yeah, the garage door was open, the light was on but fortunately no neighbors were outside to witness two women about to attack each other in pure sexual lust. That was really careless, I tried to make a mental note of it, but knew it would be forgotten in the coming rush. We walked inside, Alexi must have been out with friends. Theresa embraced me again and slowly unzipped me from the wonderfully form fitting dress, while kissing my lips and neck. I explored her curves and she explored mine. We walked, our arms wrapped around each other's waists upstairs to our lovenest. With every step toward inevitable ecstasy, the dress sagged further, an slow accidental strip tease, revealing my breasts but hanging up on my widening hips. I let my hips sway with each step, which in turn got my whole womanly body moving, my boobs gently moving side to side. I was finally beginning to get used to the feeling. I still realized the full sensation of my breasts but I didn't need to see Jenna in the mirror to be fully knowledgeable of the appearance they set. They felt a part of me, new, but now a part of me. I pulled off Theresa's top and unhooked her bra, allowing our breasts to meld together. She wiggled out of her jeans and I kicked my heels off and did my own wiggle with the rest of the dress. Theresa jumped on the bed then pulled me down with her. We kissed passionately, hands roaming around each other's feminine landscapes, flirting and returning to each other's nipples, enjoying the touch and feel of soft supple flesh. Moaning, whimpering, and gazing deeply into her eyes, I was in perfect female bliss. She slithered down, kissing and playfully biting me along the way before sucking on my nipples, taking a full mouthful of my flesh into her mouth, teasing the nipples with her tongue and sending tingles throughout my body but electric shocks to my wet pussy. I ached for direct stimulation, having moistened myself completely. Theresa teased me almost sadistically, touching the outer lips, teasing them. "God, I have to have you!" She knew exactly what she was doing. I was almost crazy with lust, wanting satisfaction in the worst way. She finally obliged but slowly, drawing little designs around my female sex, touching the clitoris and withdrawing before finally stroking it gently. I was on a hair trigger and the touch made me come with a howl but she wanted more. Despite the hasty initial release, I was nowhere near done. She now sucked on my lips, again drawing them into her mouth and releasing them, again and again. I could barely breathe between releasing gasps of ecstasy. The clitoris still demanded attention, I was out of my mind with desire, raw need commanding all my female body and mind. Theresa knew I was completely under her control. She finally tickled my clitoris with her tongue, rapidly licking it up and down and around. I was exhaling in a throated half moan, half shriek. My entire body was tingling and unconsciously devoting all its sensations and feelings and energies to the clitoris, finally exploding in ecstasy. I screamed at the release as everything good and happy and sexual blasted through that little nub then through my entire body. It was incredible, I think I nearly passed out from joy. Every nerve ending was firing pleasure, satisfaction, contentment, and my mind entered an endorphin trance. I could barely keep my eyes open or focused as my breathing finally slowed. "Holy shit, you're fantastic!" I barely squeaked with exhaustion and excitement. "I think I know what a women needs. How do you like being multi- orgasmic?" "Oh. My. God. It's the greatest thing ever!" I could barely form words. "You know you're glowing!" "Literally?!?! I feel like it!" I still couldn't quite catch my breath and my body was still buzzing with electricity. I kissed her, "Thank- you for everything, you're the best wife a girl could ever ask for. I love you so much!" "Oh, Jenna, I love you too but you damn well better get over here!" I rolled over slowly and started kissing her. We made love for well over an hour and I brought Theresa to nirvana several times and I actually had a couple more orgasms. We laid together, sweaty but completely happy with each other, cuddling together, two female forms in utter ecstasy. We didn't talk much, we didn't have to. We are connected as women, wives, lovers, we are one. I think we both fell asleep with sexy little smiles of bliss. Chapter Eighteen I awoke first and just stared at my lover for thirty minutes before she stirred. I kept thinking of complete happiness and devotion, growing old together and forever being bonded to this wonderful woman. I thought of long walks on the beach with her, vacations together, eternal romance and love, beautiful love. Each mental image was drawn with two women, hand in hand on the beach, at romantic restaurants, and in bed. My mental image in each picture was of Jenna and Theresa, Theresa and Jenna. I was already imagining us together as women. When Theresa finally opened her eyes, she slowly smiled at me, I leaned over and kissed her, she held me closer and kissed me deeply. "I love you Jenna." "I love you Theresa, be careful or you're going to get me excited again!" We rolled around in the bed, teasing and playfully tangling our bodies together, giggling and being silly girls. She finally nearly rolled off the bed, I stopped her just in time, and she recovered to get up. She looked radiant in the morning light, nakedly smiling widely as I laid there nude in all my female glory. "Am I still glowing?" I asked seductively. "Baby, you're on fire!" she laughed. She helped me to my feet and kissed me again as our naked bodies touched and then meshed together. "I hesitate to tell you this now, but sex is going to get better." "Wait, what, how?" I was mystified and very intruiged. "Jenna, you're still healing and I've only delighted your clitoris so far. Vaginal sex is still against doctor's orders. We can have clitoral orgasms and vaginal orgasms. Several of them, or at once." "I'll go completely nuts! I can barely handle it now!" I protested. "You had me there often as Jim, but do you remember last time in Cancun?" I thought back, she was a wild woman that night and I smiled deviously at bringing her to ecstasy. "Just you wait another few weeks and we'll see how much of a woman you are!" Holy crap, how could it possibly be better? It was already ten times better than a male orgasm, my pussy twitched just thinking of the possibility. I think I'd have a mental breakdown if the female orgasm was any better. We walked hand-in-hand to the shower, Theresa looked in shock in the mirror, "Oh my god, my hair's a disaster!" "No you just look like a woman that's completely pleasured." "Easy for you to say. You're lucky you don't have to deal with this bird's nest." She looked at me and around me face for a minute. "What?" "Do you want a wig until your hair grows out?" "It would complete the look but I don't know..." "Let's just try some on today, would you like to be a fun blond, a sexy redhead, or a mysterious brunette?" I really hadn't thought of my hair and just thought it would take care of itself as it grew out. My mousy brown hair was just an afterthought and since the surgery, I had only tried to mess it up in a non-male pattern. It was as messed up right now as it could possibly be but the #3 clippered hair wasn't going to be a pretty head of hair for some time. Actually I guess I looked like a pretty butch. I looked at myself and realized I wanted to look pretty and if I wanted to be as beautiful a girl as this face and this body had potential for, I realized I had to do something with this hair. So now I had choices as to color, length, and style. "I think you'd make a cute redhead, you were wild enough to be a redhead last night!" I nodded in agreement but still perplexed at all the choices I had to make. "You know, Jenna is a good name for a redhead, too!" I pondered for a moment and had to agree, can you even think of a brunette named Jenna? Some blondes, but the name just seemed to conjure up a redhead to me. "What length would you want?" "I guess something just shoulder length to start. I've never had long hair and don't know how I'd adjust to it." "You'll adjust quickly, you've made some larger adjustments recently and from last night I think you're taking them pretty well! You'll look so pretty." I thought about this change and adjustment. It wasn't just the look of the hair that would be a change, I would have hair in my vision, tickling my neck and shoulders. I would have hair getting in my way all the time, having to constantly brush it with my fingers or do a head flip to move it, all signature female moves which would reinforce my new status. I would have to learn how to put it up, in a ponytail or for a new look. I bit my lip, thinking about the possibilities, staring in the mirror. "Let's go red, then." I would be a stunning redhead. Theresa took my hand, led me through the simple choice of hair color and length and was now leading me into the shower. We showered together but wound up taking a few detours along the way. We were like mad animals, going at each other, hungry for each other. Sudsing each other's beautiful bodies up for the second time, she got serious, "Alright we've gotta get going so let's finish up washing you little sexpot!" "Hey you seem to be enjoying yourself too!" We laughed and kissed and finished up, stepping out of the shower and wrapping towels around our breasts. Theresa wrapped a towel around her longer hair, I scrubbed mine partially dry while wondering how exactly did she tie the towel up around her head. Another skill I'd have to learn. Theresa headed for the walk-in closet, I was anxious to see what look I would have today but concentrated on other preparations. Thinking about myself as a redhead, I tried to pick appropriate eye shadow and went with a more vivid lipstick. I was engrossed in my makeup when I finally noticed Theresa watching approvingly from the bathroom door. "Nice choice, you're going to break hearts. I hope that look is for me." I nodded and winked at her in a sexy pose. My eyes could light anyone's soul on fire and I knew it. This was getting to be so much fun, I had a sexy smile of devious delight. "Hey turn it down a little, we'll never get out of here!" "And that's a bad thing?" I said in my most sultry voice. Oh my god, my entire outlook was changing; I was comfortable as a woman and using my newfound feminine wiles to seduce my wife. How quickly and how far I had come in a few short weeks. I wanted my hair to match my face, my body, and my mind. Jim was fading quickly and Jenna was taking over but it was ok, it was beyond ok, it was glorious! I loved being Jenna and everything was working out for us. I gazed at myself in the mirror, more accustomed to this woman staring back at me. She really needed to do something with her hair, she would look so nice with long red curls, beautiful, sexy, and a little bit naughty. I felt sexy and loved the thought of being a temptress. Theresa came back in the bathroom, "Hey pretty, wake up, you have the rest of your life to admire yourself." I giggled, but quickly got serious. "Honey, are you happy with me, with us, like this?" She came over and kissed me sensuously, "Are you serious? You didn't think I was delighted this morning? Last night? Don't worry about me, I'm so happy with you and us but if you don't get ready, I'm going to punish you!" She teased, playfully giving my behind a little slap. I playfully acted hurt to tease her but tried to get serious. "Everything is moving so fast, and I feel like a new person, and I want to be sure you still love me." "Of course I love you, haven't I proved it!" She ran a finger over my left breast, around the areola, and stopped over my heart. "I love what's in here, and I am thrilled by what's here", tweaking my growing nipple. I melted into her as she embraced my changing body. Her hands slid down my breasts, into my shrinking waist, and completing the curvy circuit to my widening hips and butt. Feeling me in that way, running her hands along my curvy body reinforced her message. It was a woman that she loved, a woman with developing curves, cute little boobies and a ravenous desire for this new sex. Theresa was the greatest wife a woman could ever have. We kissed and she slowly, hesitantly let go of me, "I really do love you but we have to get going." I bit my lip to distract myself from the growing heat in my vagina. I was in a playful mood still and found the sexiest pair of ruffled black silk panties. Putting them on, I knew I was teasing her with the view. They felt absolutely gorgeous and I put an extra wiggle in my walk, enticing her. "You little devil! You know those are my sexiest pair!" I feigned ignorance and pulled out a lacey demi bra, also black. "You're begging for it now, girl!" I felt absolutely irresistible, my confidence growing as I hooked it up, nestling my soft mounds into the cups of a real bra for the first time. The compression devices and sports bras were nothing compared to this feeling. My boobs now had room to move with me, and they did with each step and every movement. It was distracting but the bouncing and jiggling reinforced my femininity with each and every thing I did. I went to the walk-in closet, looking for something keep my emerging sexuality going. I pondered what would look good on a redhead, the contrast of emerald green was always stunning and Theresa had a fabulous silky blouse. I went straight for it and added a black pencil skirt and black heels. I dressed inside the closet, buttoning up, the sexy smooth softness of the blouse gliding over the silkiness of the bra which held my soft breasts. I left two buttons open, but rethought that and unbuttoned another to show a little more cleavage. I pulled up the skirt, zipping the back, sealing my sexy hips and waist in, adjusting it. Adding the heels, I sauntered out of the closet, half closing my eyes and whispering, "How do you like it?" "Oh. My. God. Jenna, you're gorgeous! I just want to eat you up!" Here was her wife, looking ravishing. I couldn't have been more pleased and couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I loved it! I minced across the bedroom, showing off. My breasts bounced noticeably with every step, my hips, framed by the tight pencil skirt, with their every wiggle exaggerated by the short steps I took in the heels, the stride length sexily restricted by the skirt. "Theresa, I feel all woman now, your woman." There would be no going back, how could I not love this! I hugged her and glanced in the dresser mirror, both of us intertwined in a loving embrace. "I love you so much Jenna". "I love you too, Theresa". Chapter Nineteen Finally escaping the intoxication of overwhelming femininity, we grabbed our purses and left the house, headed for a wig shop. Theresa drove again, still not trusting my heels on the pedals. I rode, legs crossed, hand in hand with Theresa. I checked myself everywhere I could, the passenger mirror, reflections from passing cars, my compact. There was no doubting my gender. I suddenly felt so at ease with it, maybe even a little high. I still couldn't get the smile off my face, only adding to my attractiveness. The drive was good but again, every little bump jostled my boobs around in the bra, rubbing smooth skin on silk and the bra and the silk blouse. My nipples swelled at the sensations. I looked down, my cleavage still being new to me and noticed my nipples pointing through the shimmering material. I didn't know what I would do when we got out of the car, but I was sure showing off now! It made me think back to when I was a boy on the school bus and getting an erection but that was embarrassing, now I felt even sexier. I thrust out my boobs, which made my nipples tingle with the static electricity of silk on silk, further exciting me. "Hey girlfriend, we're in public you know", Theresa brought me back to reality. "Um, what do I do about these things?" I asked, at a loss. "Not a lot you can do, if this is going to be a constant thing, we might invest in heavier bras for you. I think we need to make a run to the lingerie store anyway. Your tastes seem to be less comfort and more daring than mine!" "I can't help it, it's so different and new but they feel sooo gooood!" "I've created a monster!" She laughed and rubbed my leg suggestively. We pulled up to the strip mall and got out of the car. Theresa opening the door for me, I paraded across the lot, full of confidence in myself, my walk, my look. I entered the store and looked around. "May I help you ladies?" The sales clerk asked. "I'm looking for something moderate length, red, but not too bold." "Right over here, ma'am. I'm Danielle." "Pleased to meet you, I'm Jenna, this is Theresa." Not missing a sales opportunity, the clerk asked, "Nice to meet you both, Theresa are you looking for anything?" "No, thanks we're looking for my wife today." "Of course". She disguised her disappointment but shifted into her consultative role. We walked to a section of about 30 heads with various red wigs, from fuschia to purple and back again, some wild ones only appropriate for Halloween, in my opinion. I gravitated to the more simple styles and started looking at several calmer wigs. "What hat size do you wear?" I had no idea, all I wore on my head was adjustable baseball caps. Danielle measured me. "Which styles would you like to try?" I pointed out three and Theresa added a couple. Danielle disappeared to find our selections in my size. I sat on a stool with a styling mirror, with some difficulty. I couldn't navigate the footrest with my heels and the tight skirt. I probably looked like I was drunk. Theresa finally held the stool and slid it under my butt as I hopped up. My breasts bounced around like on a roller coaster. I smoothed the skirt and tried to compose myself. I clearly had more to learn but Danielle shortly popped out with several boxes. At least my nipples weren't on display anymore and I settled into a more serious mode. "Okay, honey, let's try a few on. You'll want to brush them and try each on for a few minutes, look at every angle, you might want to take two home for around the house tonight and come back tomorrow too. Whatever suits your needs, we're here to help." I nodded. "You might like one of these two, your face looks rounded and I think this style will look absolutely cute on you." I tried it on and Danielle brushed the hair out for a couple of minutes. I loved the attention but wasn't allowed to look in the mirror until she was ready. She spun the chair around and there was Jenna, looking fabulous in long red locks lazily curling around her beautiful face. My right hand went to the hair, gently brushing it with my fingers. I tilted my head from side to side and the hair flowed down to my shoulders and across my face. I brushed it away and behind my ear. I looked like a very beautiful, approachable woman but one with a little bit of a wild side. Theresa smiled and could tell I was entranced by my appearance. I was ready to buy this one. "That's great, let's try the others." Theresa could tell I loved it and bent down and whispered to me, "It looks great but we girls always try on everything. Try the different looks, you might be surprised!" I nodded and removed the wig, back to boring and drab short hair. "Yuck, get me another one". I wanted something to enhance my femininity. Something that screamed woman. The next wig was straight, absolutely straight and mysterious. Danielle primped me and I instantly could tell the vibrant colors I chose for my makeup were all wrong for this look. The color was more metallic. With the right makeup, heavier and darker, I could be a dominmatrix. I looked at Theresa, who turned up her nose. I nodded at her, Danielle instantly picked up on the distaste and found another wig for me. This one was a bob cut, curling right under my jawline. I looked as perky as an espresso. I actually felt sprightly, observing myself. "What do you think?", I asked brightly. "You're asking me? You have to make the decision, Jenna. I like the first one more but this could work too. Let's see them all." We went through the bunch, trying them on and me trying on the personality of each. I primped and posed for the mirror, finding each wig's attitude and style different. It was strange, how different I looked and felt with each. I finally settled on the slight curl, the bob, and a frizzier, more daring number that made me feel adventurous and a little crazy. I left a deposit and would try each wig for a day, trying on each redhead, from perky cuteness, to sane and reasonable with a possible wild streak, to daring and audacious. I'd have to do everything with each one, from dressing up to the office to working out or doing yardwork, tying my hair up and making sure it worked in all circumstances for me. I thought more about growing my own hair out, it would probably be a year before I had something that could be styled appropriately. But a woman can change her hairstyle with the season and her mind for no reason, right? I left wearing the bob, as I wanted to slowly adapt to the longer hair before going to the shoulder length curls or the perm, which was all over the place. We walked out of the shop, my hair bouncing around my cheeks, contrasting beautifully with my green blouse. I felt confident and sure, the way a redhead should present herself. Theresa handed me the keys, "The mall is across the street, would you want to try driving in heels?" I unlocked the car and bent my knees, planting my cute bottom in the bucket seat, swinging my legs in. I adjusted the seat and mirrors. I placed a foot on the brake, this was different. The tiny toe of the shoe slipped right off. I placed more than the toes on the brake and the heel buckled. "See how hard it is?" I nodded and bit my lip to try to focus. I suddenly realized that I had been doing this a lot. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself to concentrate. Finally starting the car, I transferred from the brake to the accelerator, pivoting on the stiletto heel and slowly applying the gas. My heel slipped and the car jumped. My boobs bounced merrily along. I tried to settle them. "Take it slow, all woman get used to it". I nodded again, in full concentration. "No wonder we're such bad drivers", I joked. A few fits and starts later, I was starting to get the hang of it. Thank god it wasn't a stick, I'd have been screwed. Eventually, I parked at the mall, I put the keys in my purse and checked my makeup. I realized I was concentrating on my driving and was already growing used to the hair, which tickled my cheeks and neck now that I checked it again. It was Jenna staring back at me, and her makeup was fine. I swung my bare legs out and leaned forward to balance on the heels until my boobs touched my legs and stood up, smoothing my beskirted bottom out and grabbing my purse. We walked into the mall for my first real shopping excursion, my hair bouncing as I walked, I shook my hair out of my eyes and rushed into the mall with short little steps, heels clicking, and Theresa falling a bit behind to steal a view of my rear. I was eager to get to shopping and properly dressing this girl up. Chapter Twenty I hit Victoria's Secret first. This was not my first time lingerie shopping but this time it was for me. I would be the one wearing the glorious soft and silky fabrics, shaking my cute butt and putting my beautiful breasts on display for the world to see. This was so exciting and mysterious and Theresa was there to help me along with every sexy and alluring bit of it, guiding me from sensible and comfortable, slowly to more risqu? items which barely covered my lady parts or accentuated them into more tempting positions. The bras came first and I was becoming more accustomed to putting them on and taking them off, my manicured fingers navigating the hooks expertly. My new boobs were now settling into position and the manipulations didn't hurt them anymore. I found that I loved the lacy demi bras the most, they allowed for better display of my cleavage, provided adequate support but also allowing my breasts to bounce a little with every step. It just made me feel so girly. I could peer down my blouse and always see my cleavage but the glimpse of lace was daring. I remembered catching views of a sexy bra and how it excited me, now I would be the temptress! Theresa advised me on the selection of multiple colors for my different outfits and a few styles, strapless, and racerbacks to allow for the different dresses that would soon be in my future wardrobe. Of course I couldn't have as much fun with the panties but I also went daring with them as well, surrounded in all the female finery. I was a girl in a fairytale. I picked out scanty numbers, boy briefs, thongs, satiny, and see through and I couldn't wait to get home to try them on. Theresa had a look in her eyes that she couldn't wait to peel them off me. She looked on with approval of most items and disappeared while I paid for the items. She purchased something separately and would only tell me it was a surprise for both of us. By now, we were starved and we headed for the food court for lunch, with multiple Victoria's Secret bags. We both ordered salads. My hair was feeling more and more natural. As I passed mirrors, the pretty girl I caught a glimpse of was becoming me. We were having so much fun and chatting excitedly about my purchases. We never noticed Peggy, our nosy neighbor approaching. "Theresa, how are you?", but she was really eyeing me and already angling for an introduction. She also took inventory of our purchases. I wished I had worn the longer wig and wanted to spin this one around to cover my face. I was dying and Theresa was doing her best to chat Peggy up until I composed myself, asking a dozen questions about her family in rapid style to keep the prying bitch off me. I took a long drink of water. "Peggy, where are my manners, this is Jenna, we're out power shopping today!" I lamely reached for her hand and probably gave her the lamest cold fish hand shake except that my hands were sweating. "Hi, Peggy, glad to meet you". I lied, mostly about being glad but also having met her before. I knew my voice was weak, but it also ranged even higher than my surgically alterations were, no chance of recognition there. Theresa interjected, "Well great to see you, we were just going to hit the stores again!" She lied, we had hardly finished half our salads, chatting like two women will. "Great to meet you, Jenna, where do you know Theresa from?" The woman wouldn't stop. "We've known each other for years, old friends." "I haven't ever seen you around, are you an old sorority sister of hers?" She was like a freight train, on track and unstoppable. I steeled myself, the redhead asserting herself. "We're a lot more than sisters, we're married!", I blurted. Theresa's eyes grew wide. Peggy's mouth dropped and she dropped back a half step. "Peggy we've known each other for years, I'm Jim Meyers." She paused, in doubt, then slowly realized it was me. If I had thrown a right cross, she wouldn't have gone down harder although I probably was losing the musculature to throw a good right cross anymore. We leaned down to help Peggy up into a chair, the entire food court staring at the three women causing a disturbance. Theresa looked at me in astonishment, but I attended to our neighbor before she went into shock. Peggy wasn't forming coherent words still as she stared into my face, looking for answers in my eyes. I gave her a water. "Little mixup at the hospital, as you can see, I'm in need of a few new things in my dresser, you know?" I said matter of factly. "What did they do, have you always been a cross dresser?" "I'm not a cross dresser, I'm officially Jenna Meyers, a woman, legally soon, biologically already and I've never been a cross dresser. I guess I'll be a cross dresser when I'm gardening and wearing Jim's old t- shirts! I had an appendicitis attack and the hospital mixed me up with a patient who was there for a gender reassignment surgery. Theresa and I are dealing with it as well as possible but it's obviously an adjustment." I realized I was talking about Jim like he was different person. "Are you gay?" "I don't know, we're still married, still together, and still love each other but our sex life is our own business." She took an affront at the reference to being a buttinski. "What about Alexi, how is she handling this?" "She loves her Daddy, even in this form and now we're a family of three women that love each other." I looked at Theresa, she was smiling in approval. "Peggy, we haven't told anyone yet and have no idea how to go about it. I don't want to be the gossip of the neighborhood, the hospital screwed up and they're going to pay for it. Meanwhile, we're adapting to this. Unfortunately, there's no way to go back so I'm trying to get used to this." "They can't fix it?!?!" "I know, the surgery altered my vocal cords and the doctors said another surgery might leave me with no voice, the rest of it would probably leave me with other issues I'd rather not go into here." "Are you going to get a divorce, are you going to date other men?" "Peggy, you're getting too personal now, we don't know what we're going to do, but Theresa and I love each other very much and we need to be with each other. I don't know if you're going to help us but we could use the support right now." I brushed my hair back and sat down near Theresa, she took my hand and rubbed my shoulder. I looked in her eyes and decided what the hell, let's show Peggy exactly where we are. I kissed Theresa, not pornographically in the middle of the mall, but a full sensuous kiss on the lips, demonstrating our love. Theresa was surprised at the redhead again, but returned the kiss with vigor and followed with a hug. "So there it is, we're your neighbors," my mind spontaneously sang music similar to the opening of 'The Simpsons', "The Lesbians". Peggy, we knew, was a busybody similar to the old Dana Carvey character on Saturday Night Live, the Church Lady. We may have been rocking her world but eventually the news was going to hit the street. The redhead in me was running with this but it felt so freeing. I had been locked away for weeks, only revealed to Larry, the hospital, and the lawyer. What's more, I was proud of my marriage and my beautiful body and I didn't want to stay locked away anymore. I enjoy being out in public as Jenna, I enjoy people and why shouldn't I enjoy my life? I took Peggy's hand, "Peggy we're appealing to your humanity, I'm actually asking you as another woman. There was a terrible mistake at the hospital and I have a new reality to live with. I'm a woman. And I've found I'm liking it, Theresa likes it, we love each other and we're Mrs. & Mrs. Theresa and Jenna Meyer. We have an important legal case with the hospital and we need to keep the matter private for now. We both know you want to tell the world about this but we want to tell them ourselves, can you keep this our little secret until we tell the neighbors this weekend?" Peggy didn't know what to say, this violated the very essence of her being. She could never keep anything quiet. Her mind raced for a minute and she lied, "I won't tell anybody, you can trust me." We talked for a brief bit about Alexi and then her family, but it was obvious she was bursting with the news and desperately wanted to run off and tell the world. I didn't want the news spread by Peggy, of all people, but there was little I could do about it, short of kidnapping her and keeping her tied up in the basement. Theresa shared my concern and tried to continue the conversation as long as possible but there was only stall tactics, nothing more we could do. The news was about to hit the street. Ben Eegan would not be pleased, especially because the news would likely get to hospital personnel and possibly damage our case. We needed to act fast, we determined that I would contact Eegan and Theresa should call the neighbors individually. So much for the fun shopping trip. We left the mall immediately, Theresa already on the phone with the Voorhees, reliable allies of ours who had the same problems with Peggy. Theresa passed on Diane Voorhees concern and sympathies about my condition and she volunteered to assist in the effort to put out the blaze and started a phone tree. During the call, the phone beeped twice, it was Peggy already burning up the phones, neighbors calling me to confirm or deny the rumor. I concentrated on my driving, still not comfortable with the heels. Theresa and Diane split up the neighborhood and probably contacted most before Peggy got to them. The details provided were brief but we decided to have a gathering at our house on Saturday to make the announcement official. If Peggy attended, there would be a public shaming of the gossip. The neighbors expressed their shock and hoped the hospital would pay. From the feedback, Theresa believed that all assumed I would be making the transition back to Jim. The secret was out, so we didn't bother with the surreptitious entrance, the pretty redhead walked into her house, with her Victoria's Secret haul, in heels, a skirt, the blouse, striding purposefully but ladylike. Jenna was home. No one was out today, but my secret was out and I felt somewhat liberated. That liberation ended quickly during my conversation with Ben. We don't live in the largest town and Peggy's gossip was certain to get to hospital administration, maybe even the paper. Ben explained that if I displayed my contentment with my situation, that I didn't want to return to being a man, and if Theresa was at ease with it, we stood to lose a lot of money from a reduction in the amount of damages. When Theresa wrapped up a call, I pulled her aside and put Ben on speakerphone. He explained the hit that the case could take. She immediately took the high road with him. "Ben, I understand that you are advocating for us but the situation has changed. Jim, I mean Jenna and I are settling into this situation. We've been informed that her condition is more or less permanent, unless we want to risk some adverse medical consequences, which we don't. I think the ethical think to do here is to seek actual damages, some assistance with counseling and financial compensation for some adjustments we're making but we don't want a big payday, we want our lives back and want to stay together. Jenna's boss has been very understanding and we are adjusting well." "Oh, I understand but your situation isn't completely resolved yet, there may be some considerations that you haven't calculated in and it's my job to make sure that you are compensated appropriately. Are you sure the job won't be impacted? What about loss of affection? There's a lot of downstream that I think you're discounting." The disappointment in his voice wasn't disguised very well. He was missing out on a big payday. Apparently Ben is an ethical lawyer, one of the few, and he agreed that this was the best course of action. "We're going to need help with some legal adjustments, James Walter Meyers will now be Jenna Meyers, we'll need all the documentation adjusted. She looked at me, what's your middle name, honey?" I hadn't even considered it yet but it popped to me immediately, my Mom's middle name, to honor her. "Catherine, Jenna Catherine Meyers". Theresa looked at me, in approval and full of love for her wife. Ben asked us if we were sure and said that the name had a good flow to it. I hadn't contacted my parents or family yet but that would be necessary and I would dread it. Very much traditionalists, but they did have a practicality which I would have to plead to. Theresa concluded by making an appointment to seek a reasonable settlement with the hospital and to begin converting Jim to Jenna Catherine legally. Jim would no longer exist and Jenna Catherine is me. Theresa hugged me, we survived the Peggy problem for now. Alexi bounded in the room. "Moms, what's going on, you've been on the phones for about two hours!" "Honey, we ran into Peggy at the mall, we're doing damage control. We're going to have the neighbors over on Saturday to introduce them to their new neighbor, Jenna Catherine." "Jenna Catherine, that's cool, can I call you Jenna Cat?", she teased and we laughed. "So we've got some work to do to get ready for the party, will you help us?" "Of course, Moms, we Meyers love to party!" She was right, we did have great block parties at the Meyer house and this would be the biggest and most unique party ever. Theresa loved doing unique themes for parties; you couldn't get more unique than this! With short notice, she'd rev up her creative juices. I could almost see the wheels turning already for my big coming out party. "Short notice, but I've already thought of a few ideas for this party. This is going to be a blast!" She hugged me and turned to Alexi, saying somewhat cryptically, "We've got a lot of work to do!" And they were off. I went upstairs with the bags and kicked off my heels, smiling to myself. Despite the scare with Peggy, everything was working out. I undressed and looked at the redhead in the mirror, in my new matching bra and panties. Hello, Jenna Catherine. We would go downtown for the paperwork tomorrow.