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A Weekend To Remember by Vivian Bird Hello. My name is Elena Russell and I am enjoying life to the fullest. I am 36 years old, 5 foot 8, with long, blond hair, large boobs and I enjoy the company of both men and women. I wear very feminine, sexy clothes and I'm not adverse to showing off my substantial cleavage, or long legs, in public. I am the epitomy of a "girlie girl" and I never tire of flaunting my femininity. The funny thing is that I wasn't always a woman. I was a man named Richard Russell. I lived alone in an apartment and wore frilly panties and pantyhose under my suits when I went to work at an accountant's firm. At night, I wore dresses, makeup and high heels, but never strayed from the safety of my apartment. Then, I met Giselle Beaumont and everything changed for the better, mostly during a single weekend. Let me tell you about it. ****************************** About two years ago, I decided to go out for dinner at a restaurant on Friday evening, after work. Since I was wearing a jacket, I decided to wear a bra under my suit, in addition to my usual pantyhose and panties, just to see what it felt like. It was the first time I had worn a bra in public, even though I was the only one who was aware of it. The tightness of the bra straps on my shoulders and around my chest was delightful. I guess I picked the right night to go, since a beautiful woman was sitting alone at a table next to me. I must have been ogling her, especially her boobs, which were on display in a low cut dress, since she asked me why I was staring at her. "I'm sorry, Miss." I answered. "I didn't mean to stare, but I don't see a woman as beautiful as you are on an everyday basis. "I'll move to another table if it would make you feel more comfortable." "No, you don't have to do that," she said. "Thank you for the compliment. I certainly don't get told how beautiful I am every day either. Quite frankly, it is a boost to my ego, which can use a boost from time to time. Why don't you join me at my table, so neither of us has to sit alone." It took me about a half a second to move and sit next to her. "Thank you," I said. "My name is Richard, Richard Russell." I held out my right hand for a handshake and she extended her hand as well. I noticed that her fingernails were long, well manicured and bright red. Her touch on my hand sent a feeling of electricity up my spine. "Nice to meet you Richard," she responded, removing her hand from mine and casually dropping it on my thigh. "My name is Giselle Beaumont." Her scent was alluring and my dick was getting stiffer by the second. It seemed to be getting quite warm, so I unconsciously unbuttoned my suit jacket. Her lipstick was red and shiny and I would have loved to kiss her if I had the nerve. I just couldn't stop staring at her. "Tell me Richard," she said finally after looking me over. "Have you been wearing women's clothes in secret for a long time?" I stammered something unintelligible and finally said "How did you know?" "Several things. First of all, your fingernails have been filed into ovals like women do. Although you are wearing clear polish on them now, few men do even that. I'll bet you wear red polish on the weekends, maybe even on your toes. Then, when you opened your jacket, bra cups were evident under your shirt. Also, I think that all the practice you have had in trying to look like a woman has caused you to do certain things instinctively, like the demure way your legs are angled, with your ankles crossed. Women do that, not men. So, what other ladies lingerie are you wearing under your suit?" I could feel my face burning with shame and guilt. "Panties and pantyhose," I admitted, "along with the bra." I buttoned my jacket again. "In my apartment, I wear everything a woman wears, high heels, makeup and all, for several years now. But nowhere else. I guess that you think that I'm some kind of sexual deviate now. I'm sorry. I'll go and let you eat in private," I stammered as I rose. As I started to leave Giselle said, "Please sit down Richard. I understand perfectly. Let me tell you something that will ease your mind. My name wasn't always Giselle. I used to be called George." My mouth fell open in astonishment. This beautiful, sexy woman was once a man named George? She continued as I sat back down. "Of course, that was several years ago. I was probably similar to you then. Completely closeted, except in my own living quarters. I was ordering ill fitting mail order clothes and stuffing my bras with falsies, or attaching breast forms with tape or glue. I tried to walk in high heeled shoes that didn't fit my feet properly. Finally, I got disgusted with myself and come out of the closet. I started to wear female attire at work and in public. It was terrifying, but that was the beginning of the total transformation that you see in front of you now." "Giselle, it is hard for me to believe anyone can change themselves so drastically. I have never seen a woman as beautiful and sexy as you are. Is everything that I am looking at real, or are you just a very good female impersonator?" "As real as I can get, sweetie. Female hormones did a lot of the work, although I also needed breast implants to get my boobs up to the size I wanted them to be. Of course, the final step was the sexual reassignment surgery, where my penis was transformed into a very realistic and functioning vagina. It was a lot of work and cost a lot of money, but well worth it. Tell me Richard, are you satisfied with being a closeted transvestite, or are you looking for more?" "I'm not really sure," I answered. "I just love wearing women's things and I admit that I often fantasize about having big breasts, long hair and a curvy, feminine body. I sometimes feel that I would be much happier being a woman. Up to now though, I'm terrified of even thinking of admitting my feelings at work, let alone going there dressed as a woman. Sometimes, I feel if I could wish for anything I wanted, it would be to look just like you do and to live and work as a woman. I would love to wear dresses and skirts, dangly earrings, perfume, high heels, sexy underwear." "Then why have you locked your true self up in your apartment, Richard? Are you a homosexual, or possibly a bisexual?" "I've only made love to women, if that is what you mean. I've never done it with another man, although sometimes when I am all dressed up, I sometimes fantasize about things like that." "Believe it or not, I think that I might be of some help to you," stated Giselle. After I transitioned successfully, I wanted to help others do the same. In the past couple of years, I have been able to help three men transition into various stages of womanhood. They have all been on female hormones for awhile, which has helped a great deal. One of them, Delilah, has recently had Sexual Reassignment Surgery, known as SRS and is recovering as we speak. Another, Lucy, has had implants, but doesn't think that she will have the final surgery. She still likes women sexually a lot more than men, so she wants to keep her male equipment. The third, Brittany, just began six months ago. She has just about completed her hair removal process and although her breasts are starting to develop, she is considering speeding up the process with implants. All three of them are living full time as women, at home and at work." I also have a good deal of help. My own endocrinologist, Dr. Kay Ambrose, is the person who administers the hormone treatments, such as estrogen and sometimes progesterone. She is extremely careful to monitor blood levels to insure that the hormones are not causing any other physical problems, such as liver damage, or blood clotting. Wendy Gomez is the person in charge of hair removal. She is capable of multiple techniques, including electrolysis and laser therapy. Dr. Daniel Abernathy is the surgeon we use for all of our plastic surgery needs, such as breast implants, alterations to the face, hips and derriere and even SRS, if you go that far. Prior to getting SRS, you have to see a psychiatrist for at least year to get permission for the surgery. The psychiatrist that we use is Dr. Leona King, who is both understanding and supportive. She helped both Delilah and myself through a really emotional time period in our lives. I wouldn't be surprised if Brittany started seeing her shortly." "By the way, do you have a feminine name that you use when you are dressed?" "Yes, " I answered "Elena." "I would be more than happy to assist you as well, Elena. However, I would insist that you start by wearing female clothing outside of your apartment. You don't have to do that at work if you don't want to right away, but you have to get used to others identifying you as a woman, not as a man, and treating you altogether differently. If you can't do that, there is no sense in going further. If you aren't really serious, than you might as well continue as you are now." "Giselle, I'm absolutely serious," I said. "I would be honored if you would help me. I know that I could never do it alone. How could I show you how serious I am?" "How about going back to your apartment and getting dressed, right now? Then drive over to my house that way. That wouldn't be much, but at least you would get out of your apartment as a female." "Giselle," I replied, I'm afraid that you will laugh at me. I got all of my clothes mail order and none of them really fit well, even my high heels. My makeup skills are not very good and I just have one wig that is losing hair." "I'll tell you what," she answered. Why don't you just follow me to my house as soon as we finish dinner. We seem to be the same size physically and I have lots of clothes and shoes that I bet would fit you. I'm sure that we can find a nice outfit for you to wear. I'll even give you some makeup pointers. Then, we can go to a nice place I know of for a drink after you are dressed. That would resolve the first issue and hopefully give you some confidence. How about it? You have nothing to lose and perhaps everything to gain, such as your future happiness." "Oh, Giselle, would you really do that for me? I would love that so much. We would actually be going out together as girlfriends, wouldn't we?" "Yes, Elena, we would. So, lets get started on our dinner so we can get you started on the road to womanhood." Ninety minutes later we were at Giselle's house. "If we had more time," she said, "I would have you use something to get rid of all the hair on your arms and legs and the rest of your body. For now though, lets just use some heavy makeup to cover your 5:00 shadow and have you wear a dress that will cover the rest. Why don't you start by taking all of your clothes off, while I get an outfit for you." Giselle came back with a pretty blue dress, a silky slip, panties, bra, nylons, a garter belt and black high heels. "These should fit you pretty well, I think," she said. First, why don't you try on those panties. They should fit you quite tightly. Actually, they are called a gaff, so that you don't bulge in the wrong place through the front of your dress. When you put it on, make sure that you tuck yourself. Do you know what I mean by that Elena? "Yes," I answered. "I do that at home when I remember." "Good. How about a garter belt and nylons? Have you worn them at all? "Yes, I have. I really don't like panty hose too much. The only reason I wear them under my suit is that garter straps can be seen under my pants." "That is understandable. Notice that these stockings are quite dark to cover up that leg hair that you have. That is something that has to go right away." I started putting on the panties and after I tucked my cock and balls, they indeed held me in place between my legs quite well. The garter belt and stockings were next. I noticed that the bra was size 36C. Before I could put it on, Giselle said " don't put on that bra for a bit, Elena. I want to glue these breast forms to your chest. They are the same ones that I used to wear before my implants. It will just take a couple of extra minutes, but I want you to feel the weight of them when they are attached to you. It would be approximately the same if you ever chose to have the same size implants." She took me into the bathroom and used a razor to remove the hair from my chest. She also had me shave my facial hair as closely as possible. Then, she put glue around the edges of the silicone breast forms and held them to my chest until the glue dried. "This glue will hold the forms in place for several days, or until you use this solvent to remove them earlier," she said, handing me a small bottle. When I put on the bra that Giselle had given me, I noticed that the breast forms seemed to fit perfectly in the cups. I definitely felt the weight of them and how the straps of the bra were pulling on my shoulders. When I looked down, all I could see were these two gigantic mounds sticking out of my chest. Elena said "they will jiggle a bit when you walk, especially when you wear high heels. Don't worry, you will soon get used to that. I am going to find a wig for you. While I am doing that, you can put the slip on and try on the shoes. I think they should fit. They have three inch heels. Have you worn heels that high before?" "Yes. That is the size I wear at home." "Good. Give them a try. Don't put the dress on yet though. I want you to put on your makeup before the dress so you won't get it soiled." I pulled the slip on over my head. It felt delicious as it tumbled down over my body. I adjusted it over my bra, intrigued at how it jutted out over my faux breasts. Then I slipped my feet into the heels. They fit quite well, much better than the ones I had at home which were very tight on my feet. I took a few steps in them and had no problems. Giselle came back and had me sit at a dressing table with a big mirror. She started by giving me a jar of foundation that would cover my stubble. This was followed by eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, a touch of rouge, lipstick and lip gloss. She had me do the work, but corrected me on several occasions. "Not bad, Elena," she commented. "I'll show you some tricks when we have more time. How do you think you look?" I was truly amazed at the effect we had achieved. It actually looked like I had a woman's face. "You will look even better, Elena. I promise you. But for tonight, you look fine. Now, carefully step into this dress, put your arms in the armholes and I'll zip you up in the back. When the dress was on, it fit me rather tightly on top, but more loosely around the hips and butt. It fell to a couple of inches above my knees. "It will fit a lot better on you if you get started on hormones. You will fill out quite nicely around your hips and ass. The top of the dress looks great on you though. Do you like it?" "I can't believe this is me," I answered as I posed in front of the mirror. "The dress makes my boobs look huge." "They are the same size as mine. You will get used to them quickly. What you might not get used to so quickly is the way everyone will be staring at them. Men and women alike. Now, lets have you try on this wig. She put a brown wig with blond highlights on my head. It fell to my shoulders and covered my ears. "Turn your head around a few times and see how it feels." I did so. "It feels great, Giselle and it looks beautiful." "Good," she said. Now for the finishing touches. I'll spray a little perfume on you and here are some clip on earrings and a bracelet. I have some inexpensive press on nails that will just take a minute or two to put on. They should match your shade of lipstick. Obviously, we don't have the time for a proper manicure, let alone a pedicure. Your shoes are closed anyway, so nobody will notice." When the nails were in place, Giselle handed me a small clutch purse. "You have lipstick, makeup and a few dollars in there. Make sure that you don't leave it on the table, or in the ladies room." I started to blush when she said that, realizing that I would be totally out of place in the men's room dressed like this. "Ok, Elena, I think that we are ready to go. Are you alright? You seem a bit red." "I'm fine, Giselle. Better than fine. I can't thank you enough for your help I really do look like a woman." "The bigger question, Elena, is how do you feel?" "Like a woman who is about to go out on the town for the first time in her life. Lets go, before I get cold feet." Our heels clicked on the pavement and I could feel my breasts juggling as we walked out to the car that was parked in Giselle's driveway. It was a bit windy and I could feel the breeze swirling under my dress for the first time. I got into the passenger seat and Giselle said "Elena, if you get out of the car the same way, anyone within eyeshot will be able to see right up your dress. Please keep your knees together and slide both legs out at the same time. Then stand up. That will be much more ladylike." I blushed again and said "Thanks Giselle. One of dozens of things I have to learn. Thank goodness I have such a wonderful teacher." "Its all part of being a woman, sweetie. Tricks of the trade. How did it feel walking outside to the car?" "Delightful. I loved the sounds our heels made and the breeze blowing under my dress was kind of erotic. I could also feel my breasts jiggling, just like you said they would." "Yes, especially when you are wearing heels. If you aren't wearing a bra, it becomes quite noticeable. You have to wear a special sports bra if you are a runner, or your breasts will bounce violently on every step. We got to the tavern quickly, without any incidents. Giselle parked the car and I got out the way she had instructed my too. "No problem," I thought to myself. "I just have to remember to do it from now on." The tavern was quite dark inside and since there was no greeter, Giselle led me to a table in the rear. As we walked to the table, I could see other patrons, both men and women, checking us out as we walked past. We sat down and eventually a waiter came over. "What can I get for you ladies?" he asked. "I'll have a vodka martini please," said Giselle. "How about you, Elena? "I would like a Margarita with no salt, please," I told the waiter. After he left I said to Giselle, "when he was taking my order, he was staring right at my boobs. Was he doing the same thing to you?" "Of course," she answered. "You will have to learn to accept that, especially if you want to have large breasts. Elena," she continued, "men are conditioned to look at your breasts and legs, even before your face. As far as your legs are concerned, it isn't so much your legs themselves that interests them, but what lies between them. You have been a man for a long time. Aren't I right in my assessment?" "I guess so. I never thought of it that way before. You have been a woman for awhile now. What do you look at on a man?" "Actually, I am more interested in what he has to say. For example, can he express his feelings. Few men can, you know." "I always thought that I could, express my feelings I mean." "Yes, but you have probably always had leanings toward being a woman. When did you start cross dressing?" "When I was about seven or eight, I saw my mother's nightgown in the clothes hamper. So, I took it into the bathroom and put it on. It felt shimmery and wonderful. I think that was when I got my first hardon." "Did you continue putting on your mother's clothes?" "Once in awhile, until she caught me in one of her dresses. She wasn't really mad though. She just told me that I was a boy and boys don't wear girl clothes. So, I stopped, at least for awhile." "When did you start again?" "In college, in my dorm room, after the boy I was rooming with flunked out. I took some clothes from the dryers in the laundry room. It was a coed dorm, one floor for boys, the next for girls. Unfortunately, another guy moved in about two months later." The waiter came back with our drinks. As he set the martini down in front of Giselle, I could see him looking down her dress at her abundant cleavage. After a couple of sips from our cocktails, two guys came over to our table and asked if they could buy us another drink. Luckily Giselle said "thanks so much for your offer, but we have to get home early tonight. Maybe another time." They left, but not before letting us know that they frequent the tavern at least two nights a week. "That should give you an indication of how passable you are as a woman. I didn't think that you were ready for the male attention tonight though. Were you OK with what I said?" declared Giselle. "Absolutely," I answered. "I was afraid that you were going to invite them to sit down with us." "Elena, let me ask you a personal question. Have you ever had any relations with a man?" "No, not at all. I haven't even kissed another man. Of course I have had many relations with women." "You said "another man" just now. Look at yourself. Do you consider yourself to be a man right now?" "I guess not. I sure look like a woman and to tell you the truth, I feel like one as well. When those guys came over, I don't know what came over me. I found myself checking them out, their looks, their bodies. It really scared me. That has never happened to me before." "Maybe because you have never met any guys while looking and feeling like a woman before. Lets do another thing that will be a first for you. Lets go to the ladies room. If you have to use the toilet, make sure you sit down. You will have to get in the habit of doing that from now on." We visited the women's rest room and in addition to going to the toilet, we freshened our makeup in the mirrors above the sink. I was surprised that the ladies room was very similar to the mens room, minus the urinals and with a few more stalls. It smelled quite a bit nicer as well. We made our way make to our table, finished our cocktails and Giselle suggested that it was getting quite late and that we should probably leave shortly. "Elena, since it is so late, you are certainly welcome to stay at my house tonight, rather than going back to your apartment. I can loan you a nightgown to wear if you wish." "I'd like that," I replied. I think that drink has gone to my head a bit and it is probably best that I not drive anywhere tonight." When she got to her house, she made us both a cup of tea. As we sat there on the sofa, sipping our tea, she caught me staring at her again, especially at her breasts. "Would you like to see them?" she asked. "You can't seem to take your eyes off of them, so you might as well see what they really look like. Maybe you will have a pair of your own someday." She reached in back of herself, unzipped her dress and pulled it down to her waist. Then, she unhooked her bra and slipped it off. I reached out tentatively, first with my right hand and then with my left. Now I had two warm, positively exquisite breasts in my hands. I could feel my penis start to stiffen as I started to rub Giselle's boobs. The nipples started to harden and extend as I kept rubbing. After a short while, I knew that I had to taste them both. I started with the left breast, while still rubbing the right one. My tongue snaked out and gently rolled around the now erect nipple. Then I kissed the tip and finally took it into my eager mouth. As I suckled, I heard a soft moan come from Giselle She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I could feel our breasts pressing against each others. She started pulling the zipper down on the back of my dress and as she started to pull the dress off my shoulders. I started sucking her right breast. More moaning. Soon, Giselle had removed my dress, my bra and slip and was rubbing her hands all over my body. I was reduced to wearing nylons, heels and a gaff, which soon found their way to the floor. She stood up and removed her dress, her slip and her panties as well. She came back to sit next to me and continued rubbing her hands all over me, my face, my arms, my legs. I went back to kissing and sucking her breasts. "Would you like breasts like mine Elena? You can have them you know. Breast implants are so much safer and easier than they used to be. You can be just about any size and shape you wish. You can grow breasts with hormones as well, but it is a very slow process and their shape and size is usually not what you want." "I'm so confused, Giselle. I would love to have breasts like yours, but it would mean that I would have to live as a woman from then on. It is a very big commitment to make." "Not really," she replied. Not unless you are satisfied with your current existence, wearing clothes that you love only in your apartment and afraid to be seen in public as you really are. You saw what happened this evening, and you told me how you felt. You said that you felt like a woman for the first time in your life. Why wouldn't you want to continue to feel that way? You don't have to get implants immediately. You can wear the forms you have on as long as you like. However, your blouses and dresses will look so much better after you get implants. You can wear bikini's and low cut clothes without any problems and the jiggling you will feel whenever you move will not only raise your level of feminine feelings, but draw the interest of any men in the vicinity. You won't have to worry about sticking your breasts on with glue. Take your time though. I think that you will know when you are ready to make that commitment." Giselle kissed me again, very tenderly. "Elena, I know you said that you had only had sex with women. But do you think there is any chance you would ever want to have sex with men as well?" "I don't know, Giselle. Right now I'm only turned on by sexy women like yourself. As I mentioned earlier, when I'm dressed, I sometimes think what if, but that is about as far as it goes. I think that I would feel very guilty having sex with another man." "That's just it, Elena. You wouldn't be having sex with another man, since after transitioning, you will hopefully be a woman in every sense of the word. A few minutes ago, you said that you feel like a woman. If that is so, then sex with a man would be the natural thing for you to do. You mentioned earlier that when those guys came to our table, you were checking them out. That sounds like a woman's reaction to me." "I really couldn't believe that it was happening. I've never felt that way before. Of course, I've never been in public completely dressed as a woman before either. I was feeling so much like a woman that checking out those men seemed to be the right thing to do. I even found myself looking at their crotches to see if they had erections." "Elena, I'm so glad that you feel that way. Now there is another step that I suggest you take as soon as possible. . You can say no to this suggestion if you wish, but I can call Roger, a friend of mine, to come over to my house tomorrow afternoon, to see how you will react. I know that it might be scary for you, but Roger is a kind, gentle soul and also a real hunk. I am sure that he can make you feel even more like a woman." What are you suggesting, Giselle? That he make love to me? "He can if you wish, Elena, but he would start by just touching you and have you just touch him. Then perhaps a hug and maybe a kiss. Where it leads from there would depend entirely on you." "As I told you, I have daydreamed about how I would react to a man. But I never thought that I would actually be in that position. You won't believe this, but just talking about this is causing my gaff to become tighter and tighter." "I'll tell you what I'll do Elena. I'll call up Roger first thing tomorrow and see if he can come over sometime in the afternoon. You don't have to do a thing you don't want to. I'll make sure that you are dressed very nicely. I guarantee you that Roger will love what he sees." "I guess that would be alright, Giselle. I have to find out the truth about myself sometime. It might as well be sooner rather than later." Giselle shrieked with delight and kissed me again, harder this time. After a few more minutes of kissing, Giselle took my hand and led me into her bedroom, where we sprawled on the bed, completely naked. She grabbed my cock, which was rock hard and did her best to swallow it whole. Since we were in the sixty-nine position, I started to lick her pussy and suck on her clit. We continued doing this for several minutes, until I was about to cum. Then she pulled her mouth off my cock. "Baby," she moaned. "I want to feel your beautiful cock erupt inside my pussy. If you start using hormones, within a short period of time, it won't be as delightfully big and hard as it is tonight. So until then, lets get our money's worth out of it." With that, she put some lubrication on my cock, straddled me and impaled herself on it. She rode me faster and faster, rubbing her clit as she did so, until I couldn't stand it any longer and shot my wad deep inside of her beautiful pussy. My orgasm must have triggered hers, since she suddenly screamed several times, before going limp on top of me. Awhile later, we fucked again, this time with me on top of her. When we were finally sated, she asked me "could you tell that my pussy was created by a surgeon? Did it feel any different than any other women's cunt?" "Giselle," I answered, "as far as I am concerned, you are a woman in every way. Your pussy is tight and feels like velvet. Whoever your surgeon was, he, or she, did an incredible job." We cuddled for awhile, and Giselle finally said, "it is getting late to try on clothes this evening. Why don't we try to get some sleep and we can get to that job first thing in the morning, after a good morning love making session of course." I readily agreed to that suggestion and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, I woke up to Giselle giving me a delightful blow job. This time she didn't stop in the middle. When I came in her beautiful mouth, she swallowed my load and ran her tongue around her lips to get the last few drops. When she was finished, she said "OK Elena. It is time for us to shower and then we will make you feel like the beautiful woman that you really are. Make sure that you also give yourself an enema. It is important for a woman to feel she is clean both inside and out. By the way, I called Roger and he said that he would be delighted to meet you. He will be coming over this afternoon. I also called up those ladies I told you about that I am helping transition and all three of them will be here this evening. They are all anxious to meet you as well." "This is all going so fast, Giselle. My mind is just spinning right now." "That's because you have been stuck in one place for so long. It is quite natural to feel overwhelmed when you start to leave your safe nest and venture into the real world." "Thank goodness that you are here to help me along the way. I could never do this alone." "Lover, this is the type of thing that I do best. Just ask the others when you see them this evening. Leave all the organizing to me and you just relax and enjoy everything. You'll see how much happier and fulfilled you will be." With that, Giselle handed me a tube of depilatory cream and told me to use it on my legs, arms and underarms. After I completed the enema, I spread the cream all over my body. When I rinsed, and amazing amount of hair came off as well. "This is just a temporary solution," she said. "One of your first transition steps should be to start the permanent hair removal process, since it takes so long. Your beard should be your first priority. Had you thought about hair removal?," she questioned. "You can shave as close as you want to, but that 5:00 shadow will be hard to avoid. If you have to use special makeup to cover it up. It becomes a real chore." "I had thought about it, but that is as far as I have gone," I answered. "I realize it will be a necessary evil if I decide to go that way." "Then, lets get you dressed and ready for Roger. He will be here in a couple of hours. I put some clothes out for you in the other bedroom. See if they fit alright. Then, I'll help you with your makeup again. I wish we could style your hair, but a wig will have to do until it grows out. If you decide to start on hormones, that will make your hair grow faster and thicker." When I went into the other room, everything from a gaff to a yellow sundress were laying on the bed. Everything seemed to fit quite well, even the four inch heels. Luckily, my "breasts" were still glued on securely and a nice amount of cleavage showed in the fairly low cut dress. I twirled in front of the mirror and enjoyed seeing how my dress fanned out around my legs. I went into the other room where Giselle was patiently waiting for me in front of the makeup mirror. "You look great, Elena. That sundress is perfect for you. I think that Roger will really be impressed. Now, lets get some makeup on you and finish getting you ready." An hour or so later, my face again looked very much like a woman's and I felt like one as well. We hadn't eaten breakfast, so we decided to make ourselves a brunch. Giselle, in addition to being a wonderful friend, was a great cook as well and her chicken stir fry was delicious. Afterwards, I had to freshen my lipstick and steeled myself for Roger's arrival. The doorbell rang about a half hour later and Giselle had me go to the door. I opened it and there stood a man who could easily be a male model for a clothing firm. He was about six foot one, dark brown hair and built very solidly. I stood there staring at him. "You must be Elena," he said, holding out his hand. When I didn't respond immediately, he asked if he could come in. "I'm sorry, Roger, of course you can come in. You must excuse me. This is all making me very nervous." Giselle came to my rescue and escorted Roger inside, where he sat on the sofa. "I think that Elena could turn out to be the most beautiful of all the transition ladies, don't you think so?" "Without a doubt," answered Roger. "Elena, Giselle has told me so much about you, that I have been looking forward to meeting you ever since she called me earlier. I know that you are quite nervous, so why don't we start off by taking a walk together, outside. Would you be comfortable walking in those heels?" "Yes, of course," I stammered. It is a beautiful day outside." Roger rose from the sofa, put a hand in the small of my back and led me toward the front door. His hand felt strong and his touch excited me for some strange reason. He opened the door for me like a gentleman and out we went. We walked side by side for awhile, before Roger said "Elena, of all the ladies that Giselle has helped to transition, you are by far the one that is most feminine and attractive. Have you been living as a female for long?" "Not at all," I answered. "In fact, until I met Giselle yesterday, I only dressed in my own apartment. The first time I went out in public was when Giselle took me out for a drink last evening." "You act so natural though, in your walk, in your voice and even in the way you move. I could swear that you have been a female for many years." "To tell you the truth, Roger, I have wanted to be a woman for many years. Whenever I see an attractive woman, I don't necessarily want to go to bed with her, I want to be her. When I saw Giselle yesterday for the first time, I stared at her, because I wanted to be in her body." "Have you had sex with women?" "Certainly. Lots of times. I love women, dearly. Its just that I would like to be one myself." "So why haven't you done something until now? Why did you just dress in your apartment?" "Because I was terrified of going out alone. I didn't have anyone like Giselle to encourage me and help me. She is wonderful. These are her clothes that I am wearing. She gave me the breast forms that I have glued to my chest. She has offered to help me in my transition and is giving me the courage and motivation to do so." "Have you ever gone out with men? Had sex with them?" "No, never. When I am dressed, I sometimes fanaticize about having sex with a man. Last night, two guys came over to our table and asked if they could buy us a drink. Giselle said no and sent them on their way, but I noticed that I was checking them out, their bodies, I mean. I don't think that I am gay. Its just that when I am dressed like a woman, I just naturally think like one and I am more attracted to men." "Are you attracted to me?" Roger asked. "You are a very attractive man, Roger, so I guess that I am." Then I noticed that somewhere along the way, Roger had taken my hand in his and we were holding hands as we walked. My hand felt small in his, but I enjoyed his touch and his strength. It was almost like a surge of emotion passed between us. It felt very natural to be walking hand in hand with him. "Perhaps we had better start heading back to Giselle's house," said Roger. "Those high heels of yours can't be too comfortable while you are walking on this sidewalk." "I feel fine right now, but perhaps we should be getting back." Roger put his hand on my waist to help turn me around and left it there. It was exciting. It was warm. I enjoyed having his hand and arm around me. The next thing I knew I had put an arm around his waist as well. There we were, walking with an arm around each other's waist. Our bodies were touching from shoulder to hip. I could feel my breathing rate quicken and a sexual urge started to envelope me. We stopped for a second and Roger turned me toward him and kissed me lightly on the lips. It was the sweetest kiss that I had ever experienced. He kissed me again, harder and my arms went around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I could feel my breasts press against his chest and I could feel his erection press against my stomach. I came close to collapsing in his arms, in what I guess could be called a swoon. The walk back was much quicker, even though Roger was holing me tightly to him, his hand rubbing my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. Giselle met us at the door and I heard him say to her "she's ready." Giselle said "Roger, why don't you wait out here for awhile, and I will prepare Elena. I won't be long." I went into the bedroom with Giselle. She said "It looks like you and Roger have hit if off quite well. You sure seem to be enjoying yourself immensely. Do you think that you want to go further? Do you want to go to bed with him?" "Giselle," I answered, the hug and the kiss that he gave me, were the most enjoyable ones that I have ever had. They were incredibly erotic. I found myself just melting into him. I am just aching for him to do more. I want everything that he wants to give me." "Then, lets get you out of those clothes and into a sexy nightgown. You won't be needing that gaff either. I also want to lubricate your rear end, just in case you both decide to go the limit." "Giselle, I want to see his cock and touch it and taste it. Then I want him to put it inside me so I can feel what a woman feels when she gets fucked." "Elena, it really sounds like you have already made your decision about transitioning. You seem to accept a man having sex with you very readily. That must be because you already think of yourself as a woman." "I think that I do, Giselle. I hope that I will know for sure after Roger and I are finished. This will be my first experience with a man and I want it to be glorious.". Giselle helped me undress and gave me a frothy nightgown to slide into. It was low cut and showed off my boobs to good advantage. She suggested I still wear my garter belt and nylons and high heels, but had me take off my gaff. She took some lubricant from the bedside table and put it inside my rear end. Her fingers lingered a bit as she did so, which turned me on even further. She left me sitting on the edge of the bed as she went to get Roger. He came in and sat beside me. I asked him to take off his shirt, which he did quickly. I ran both of my hands over his muscular chest and played with the hairs on it. I don't know if this was exciting for him, but it was incredibly stimulating for me. I even licked and sucked his nipples, which got a sigh out of him. "Now, I want to see your cock, so how about taking the rest of your clothes off," I asked. He did so and his beautiful cock was right in front of me. It wasn't huge, about 6 inches, and Roger had been circumcised. I reached out and took it with my right hand and started to rub it. "My God," I thought to myself, "this is the first time that I have touched a cock other than my own. It feels wonderful, smooth and hard. Now, I want to taste it." I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock. Then, I ran my tongue over the underside of it, which drew another sigh from Roger. He also put his hands on top of my head, cementing my position. Then, I began to suck him, while continuing to rub his cock with my hands. I also made sure to lightly touch and rub his testicles. He started moaning and finally pulled my mouth off his cock. He said "if you keep that up, I'm going to cum. I don't want to do that until after I'm inside of you. Is that OK?" I didn't answer, but rather, I scooted up on the bed, got on my hands and knees, spread my legs, pulled my nightgown up to my waist and said, "Roger, I want you inside of me, but it will be my first time, so please be gentle." He must have seen the lubrication in me, but he still rubbed some additional on his cock. He got in back of me and started to line his cock up with my puckered hole. Then, he pushed the tip of his cock inside me and it started to hurt as my sphincter was already objecting to my first intruder. "Relax, Elena. Don't tense up. I promise that I will wait as long as it takes. We are in no hurry." Here I was, spread eagled on the bed, clad in a nightgown, garter belt and nylons, my false tits hanging down from my body, with a handsome, desirable man trying to put his cock inside my ass. The most amazing thing about it was that I wanted this to happen, more than I've ever wanted anything. A thought crossed my mind that I wished he was putting his cock into my pussy, not my ass. But that would come in time, at least I hoped so. He pushed again and I felt the bulbous head of his cock enter me. It hurt, but it also seemed to fill my cavity. "Stop, stop" I said. "Don't go any further until I get used to this." Yes, this was painful, but there was something else as well. There was a tingling sensation inside me, almost like at itch that I couldn't scratch. I wanted more, a lot more. Gone was any pretext of having sex with another man. Roger was a man and a strong, handsome one at that, but I was no longer a man. I was a woman, in the throes of passion, with her man inside her body. Roger started to push in further. This time, it didn't hurt as much, but the feeling was even more erotic. I was being consumed by this man, his cock inside me, giving me sensations that I didn't know existed. I was breathing hard and I wanted more, so I started to push back against his cock. More of it entered me. "More, Roger. I want more of you in me. Fill me up with your beautiful cock. I love it." He did as I asked and I could feel his pubic bone rub against my ass. I had taken all of him inside of me. I started to moan as he began to pull out a bit and then enter me again. "I am being fucked," I thought. "I am being fucked by a man. I am a woman being fucked by a man." He was touching parts of me that I didn't know existed. The pain was gone now, replaced by pleasure like I had never felt before. . "Harder, baby. Deeper, harder. Fuck me. Don't stop, don't ever stop. I want your cock in me forever. I want all the cum you can give me. I have been waiting my whole life for this." Roger did as I asked and started to really slam into my ass as fast and as powerfully as he could. Suddenly, I felt him tense up and I realized that he was cumming inside of me, giving me his sperm. That seemed to trigger my own orgasm, but it was an orgasm different than I ever had before. It seemed to start in my toes and go all the way through my body, up to my head. I heard someone screaming. Then I realized that the screams were coming from me. In addition, my cock was spurting cum all over the bed sheets. My body was literally trembling with the intensity of my orgasm. So this is what women feel I thought. It was then that I realized how much better sex is for a woman than for a man. Roger and I cuddled together for awhile, my head on his shoulder. I felt so sated and protected. I could feel his cum oozing out of my burning asshole. He finally rose and asked if I would like to take a shower with him. I stripped off my sodden nightgown and followed him, my breasts bouncing with every step. He soaped me up, paying special attention to my breasts and cock. He turned me around and started to rub the soapy lather in my asshole. He had three fingers inside me and was finger fucking me. I was sore, but it still felt so good. I bent over and pushed back against him. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. There I was again, impaled on his beautiful tool. He took it slow and easy this time, until I begged him to fuck me harder. He did so and finally left another deposit inside of me. I had another internal orgasm, not as incredible as the last one, but still very nice. As I lay back down on the bed, Roger dressed and said "Elena, this has been delightful. I don't think that you need concern yourself about having sex with men from now on. Your orgasms certainly proved that you are well on your way to transitioning. I think that you will become a truly beautiful woman. Giselle is a great teacher. Follow her suggestions and you can't go wrong. I hope to see you again soon." With that, he walked over to the bed and kissed me lightly on the mouth before leaving. Giselle came in a few minutes later, smiling. "Roger told me what happened," she said. "He said that you have been totally initiated in the joys of womanhood and that you even got a bonus in the shower. How do you feel now?" "Totally and utterly satisfied," I answered. "Roger was marvelous. He certainly knew how to push every erogenous button I have and even found a few extra ones." "So, are all of your questions answered? Are you convinced that you are ready to start your transition to becoming a woman?" Oh, yes, Giselle. There is no doubt in my mind. I am ready to start as soon as possible. I want to begin the female hormone regime and I want to start the hair removal treatments. When can I begin them?" "I will call Dr. Ambrose right away and set up an appointment with her. I can also get an appointment for you with the hair removal people. There is more than one method now. Electrolysis, or laser . They will explain both methods at your appointment." "How about breast implants? When can I get them? These breast forms I'm wearing are nice, but I want to feel it when men touch my breasts and suck on my nipples." "We can get you an appointment with my surgeon as well but you might want to wait a bit and evaluate what implant will mean. Remember, when you have implants, you will have to permanently dress as a female. Especially if you want your boobs to be the size you have now. That means at work and everywhere else." "I know, Giselle. There is no need to delay my intentions any longer. I am planning to tell them at work on Monday. I will also be wearing women's clothes in my apartment building and letting everyone know what I am planning to do. Thanks to you, I know what makes me happy now and I would be a fool not to embrace it." "I am so happy for you Elena. You will see that you have made the right decision. You are so much like me when I started my journey. I would be happy to be your mentor every step of the way. Now let me get on the phone and find out when Dr. Ambrose can see you. Then, I will get you a hair removal appointment. I think that you should talk to Dr. Ambrose before you make an appointment with a surgeon for breast implants. When can you get off from work?" "I can usually take time off in the afternoons. If need be, I can make the time up in the evenings. Quite frankly, after I tell my boss and coworkers my intentions, I might be looking for a new job. But that will be OK too. There is always room for a good accountant and then I could start somewhere else as a female. Now, before you make those phone calls, could you please give me a hug? I'm still trembling from all that has happened today." Giselle wrapped her arms around me and we embraced each other tightly. Somehow, her lips found mine and we wound up back on the bed. My hands were all over her and I eagerly ran my hands under her dress, while she reached for my cock. I pulled her panties down and literally dove between her legs and started eating her pussy. She turned so that she could get her mouth on my cock at the same time in a beautiful 69 position. We were both so turned on that it did not take long before we both had orgasms. We must have both fallen asleep afterwards, because when I woke up, Giselle was telling me that we have to get something to eat, before the three ladies come this evening. "I think that you will like them, Elena. Just remember that they are in three different stages of transitioning. Brittany has been on hormones for about six months and her breasts are just starting to bud. She is getting anxious though, kind of like you, and I suspect that she will get implants before long. She is just about finished with the hair removal process. She is not entirely convinced yet that she wants to trade in her penis for a vagina, but she has already started her psychiatric testing with Dr. King in case she decides on SRS as well" "You will see that Lucy opted for large implants a year ago and usually wears dresses and blouses that display them prominently. She has said that she will definitely not go through sexual replacement surgery, since she is only interested in sex with women and her cock is very important to her. I think that although she always dresses as a woman, she might still think of herself as a man." "Delilah had her SRS a few months ago and she is in the final stages of recovery. Her new pussy looks great, I might add. She is very anxious to have vaginal sex with men, but hasn't received the go ahead from Dr. Abernathy, her surgeon, yet. Of course, she competed her psychiatric testing with Dr. King, so that she could get her approval for the surgery. She also had implants two years ago and has also had some facial surgery." "When I first met all three of these ladies, they were in much the same state as you have been. They loved to dress as women but needed some encouragement to go to the next step. It took very little encouragement from me for them to start hormone and hair removal treatments. Whereas you had never been out as a woman in public before, they all had experienced that several times before I met them, with mixed success. My involvement with all of them was strictly as a mentor and teacher. You were the only one I desired to have sex with. There is just something about you that is irresistible to me. By the way, I hope that you can stay with me again tonight. I would love to cuddle with you again. Then in the morning, you can try on some clothes and we can even go shopping for some underwear for you." "I would love that, Giselle," I answered. "Even though I just met you, I feel so comfortable around you. I am obviously very sexually attracted to you, but I have also realized that I have been so much happier since I met you. I want our relationship to grow and go on for a long, long time." "In that case, how about if I called a restaurant and ordered in some food for us. Do you like Chinese?" "My favorite. I especially love General Tso's Chicken." "Me too, as well as Egg Foo Yung. How about it if I order both of them?" "Sounds like a winner to me," I concluded. While waiting for the food to arrive, we both took showers and got dressed. Luckily, my breasts stayed glued to my chest. This time, I tried to do my makeup myself, and Giselle only had a few extra pointers for me. "Very good, Elena," she said. "You are getting the hang of it. I'd like to kiss you again, but it would smear your lipstick, so I'll have to wait until the ladies leave." "It will be smeared anyway, after we eat. Lets just leave it to kissing though, or the delivery person will find us in bed again," I said as I went to her and pressed my lips to hers. "Besides, we had better get dressed before the person finds us like this." After dinner, we did repair our lipstick and just had time to put the final touches on our outfits, before the doorbell rang. Based on Giselle's description, it had to be Lucy, since her outfit left little to the imagination. She wore a red halter dress, with a neckline that plunged almost down to her naval. Her cleavage display was cavernous and she was obviously not wearing a bra, since her nipples were clearly defined pressing against her dress. She was also adorned with jewelry around her neck, both wrists, and on most fingers. Her fingernails were long and were the same red color as her dress. Since she wore four inch sandals on her feet, I could see that her toenails were also the same color. Her hair was blond, wavy and hung down to her shoulders. She seemed to be a strange combination of stylish and trashy at the same time. "You must be Elena," she said excitedly, as she walked over to me and gave me air kisses on each cheek. "Giselle had told me so much about you. I just couldn't wait to come over and see you for myself." She looked me over from head to toe. "My, my, Giselle certainly wasn't exaggerating. You are quite the looker already and you are just getting started. I can imagine what you will look like after a year or so with Giselle's help. I don't think that I've ever heard her more excited about anyone than she is about you. I'm Lucy, the one who doesn't dig men, so you can feel safe that I won't be reaching for your cock anytime soon. Of course, if you trade it in for a pussy, then all bets are off." "I'm very happy to meet you Lucy," I said. You certainly look like a very beautiful and sexy woman regardless of which sex you go to bed with. Your boobs look amazing. Are they just implants, or did you also take hormones?" "I started taking hormones soon after I met Giselle. But when I heard that they can prevent you from having erections I talked to Dr. Ambrose. She was able to reduce my hormone dosage so that I would continue having erections, but still get most of the other benefits. So my boobs are mostly the result of implants. Here, let me pop one of my girls out for you so you can take a closer look." Just then, Giselle came into the room. "Keep your boobs in your dress, Lucy," she said. "I know you are proud of them, but it would just make Elena that much more anxious to get implants for herself." The doorbell rang again and Brittany and Delilah came in. Brittany was a raven haired beauty. Unlike Lucy, her breasts barely tented the print dress she wore. I remembered that Giselle had told me they had just begun to bud and Brittany, obviously, was not wearing breast forms like I was. Delilah had a figure similar to Giselle, with large breasts, a small waist and rounded hips. Her blue blouse and black skirt were fitted perfectly to emphasize her curves. She was quite tall, probably six feet in her heels and her shapely legs seemed to go on forever. She was the only one, other than Giselle, who had gone through SRS and it was hard for me to believe that this exquisite creature had once been a man. I knew that I could learn a lot from her as well. I was amazed at how different each of them were. Lucy was the sexpot, Brittany the inexperienced young lady, and Delilah the personification of a woman. I really didn't think it was possible for anyone to suspect that they started life as men. I just hoped that I could follow in their footsteps. Giselle had brought some iced tea and cookies from the kitchen and put them on the coffee table in front of us. She said "Elena, why don't you tell everyone something about yourself and what your future wishes are?" I stood up from my seat on the sofa and said "well, two days ago, the only feminine thing I did was dressing while I was alone in my apartment. I really liked doing it and felt very comfortable in dresses and skirts, but I just didn't have the courage to leave my apartment dressed that way. I also wore lingerie under my suits at work. I had been doing this for several years before I met Giselle last evening." "Everything has changed since then. Giselle persuaded me to go out with her last evening and we even had two men hit on us. I guess that the most important thing that has happened is I realized I wasn't really a man anymore, even though that is what I was pretending to be. Giselle really brought out my inner person and proved to me that I was a woman first and foremost. I even had sex with a man this afternoon and I loved having him put his cock into me. It was a first for me, since I only had sex with women before. He treated me like a woman and I truly felt like a woman. After that, I knew that I wanted to do everything possible to transition and do it as quickly as possible. I want to rid my body of male hair. I want to get implants. I want to be filled with female hormones and I want to have a beautiful pussy like Giselle's and I guess yours as well, Delilah." "I notice that all of you are dressed in very feminine attire. I want to be a girly girl as well. It would be hard for me to wear pants again. Dresses and skirts feel so much more comfortable. I love the feel of a bra around my chest. Panties are so much better than jockey shorts. Hose and heels feel so natural on me. I'm going to get my ears pierced so I can wear long, dangly earrings. I'm going to let my hair grow long so I can do away with wigs. Giselle had been giving me tips on makeup techniques and female cleanliness." "All of this has happened in a little over a day. I'm going to come out at work this coming week, so I can go there as a female every day. If they object, then I'll have to find another job. Giselle has promised to make me appointments with Dr. Ambrose for the hormone regimen and also Wendy to begin the hair removal process. After I get started with Dr. Ambrose, I will go to see Dr. Abernathy for an implant briefing and let him suggest other cosmetic procedures I might need. I'm even going to get started with Dr. King, since I know she will have the final say for my SRS which will take at least a year." "I hope that all of you ladies can give me some advice as well, based on what you have gone through so far and what your goals are for the future. I look upon Giselle as my mentor, as I know that all of you have, but I'm sure that your input will be very valuable as well. Lucy, I want to find out more about why you don't want to have sex with men. Brittany, I know that you haven't had much more experience than I have, but you can tell me what impact hormones have had on you and what your goals are as well. Delilah, you have gone though everything I want to do. Between you and Giselle, I can learn so much." "You know, this whole process is terrifying to me. I am looking forward to it, but I'm afraid of it as well. Not so much the surgeries, but the psychological part of it. How are my emotions going to be affected by the hormones, for example. Have implants changed your lives and views. Do you ever get tired of wearing dresses? What kind of reaction have you received at work and with your families when you came out to them." Delilah was the first to answer. "Your emotions will definitely be affected by the hormones, Elena. You will become much more emotional than you are now and you will start crying more than you ever have in your life. The tears will just come streaming down your cheeks. Of course the hormones will have a lot of other impacts on your body. I'm sure that Dr. Ambrose will tell you exactly what to expect. As far as implants are concerned, they made me feel like a real woman, long before I had SRS. I'm sure that you are wearing the same breast forms that Giselle loaned me a long time ago. They were great, but implants allow you to feel so much more. They are a part of you. They give you an identity as a woman. You certainly feel that you are a woman when you have breasts and so does everyone else who sees you." "Get tired of wearing dresses?," questioned Brittany. "Not on your life. I love wearing them. The only pants I own are jeans and they are skin tight. My ass looks sexy as hell in them. I want to look like a woman wherever I go and I refuse to wear anything resembling a males attire. I've got great legs and dresses and skirts allow me to show them off. I'll be getting implants in the near future, so my dresses will look so much better than they do now with my tiny titties. I'd love to have real cleavage so I could wear some low cut outfits, like the others. I'm sure the hormones would increase my breast size eventually, but it would take a long time. Too long. I'm really happy with the other things the hormones are doing for me though, especially on my hips and ass. And my hair has never been as full and lustrous as it is today. I have more mood swings, but that is what all women have to deal with." Lucy said "you wanted to know why I don't want to have sex with men. You see, I had an uncle who lived with us who abused me sexually several times when I was about twelve. I thought that I was gay after, especially since I was somewhat effeminate, but when I started going to high school, I realized that I really liked girls. By the time I went to college, I was screwing them regularly. One of the young ladies decided to dress me up in her clothes one evening and something clicked in my brain. The feminine attire felt so good on me that after awhile, I started collecting a whole wardrobe, including falsies. Girls seemed to really enjoy having sex with me dressed that way, so I continued wearing girlie clothes. I had no interest in men though and I still don't. I never really thought seriously about transitioning however, until I met Giselle. Then, after starting on hormones and all, well you can see how far I've come." "I always wanted to be a woman," said Giselle, "as far back as I can remember. I was an only child and my father died when I was very young, so I was raised by my mother. When she went to the store, I used to dress in her clothes, being careful to put them back before she returned. They felt so good on me and they smelled wonderful. I would even put on her underwear from the laundry hamper. She must have discovered my secret, however, because I might have put things back in the wrong places. One day, she just told me to stop because I was a boy and not a girl. I did stop, for awhile, but after I got a job and moved away from home, I started spending most of my salary on women's clothes. My facial features were such, that I found I could pass quite easily, so I spent the majority of my time, in and out of my apartment, as a woman. I met Dr. Amb