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Jenna develops and learns more about her new life and relationships. Chapter Twenty One Theresa and Alexi left me out of the party plans only letting me know it was a surprise. I pondered their devious plans, what would they have in store for me, a reverse surprise party, a girl baby shower, a debutante ball, something even nuttier like a bridal shower? The possibilities were endless and I had to return to work. I showered but got distracted exiting the shower stall. My image stared back at me, Jenna stared back at me. My face was undoubtedly feminine and scrolling down, the new breasts were looking much more natural. I was developing an hourglass figure, a woman's figure, soft and alluring, curving in all the right places. My skin was softening as the strong muscles melted away. My shoulders, arms, legs were diminishing. My boobs were looking better by the day, rounding out into perfect orbs of sensuous and soft flesh and looking more natural as my implants settled into their permanent positions. I loved them, they made me feel so feminine in so many ways. Looking down and catching a glimpse of my cleavage, walking or any motion, my chest jiggling around, filling out all my tops and casting a feminine shadow from the side. With almost everything I did, they reminded me of my new femininity. I posed, twirled, shimmied, cupped my breasts together, I loved them, and then moved them up to kiss them. I licked my own breasts, getting more and more excited and finally moving my slender hand down my venusian torso. My hand naturally guided down to my vagina, where my hand slowly massaged my beautiful lips and gently worked inwards to the clitoris. I stroked the nub gently and felt the wonderful waves of pleasure working their way from my rolling pelvis outwards. I sat on the edge on the tub and kept gently working and kneading, now starting to moan with feminine tones of delight. I eventually came, a slow building flood, not crashing around me but enveloping me in a sea of warmth and intense satisfaction which left me in an endorphin high, happy, content, not exhausted but energized, like after a great massage. I slowly came down from that high, facing myself in the mirror. "Come on Jenna, girl. We've got work to do today," I said to myself, getting up the motivation to work from home today. I cleaned up and wore my new boy briefs and a white casual demi bra, which displayed my breasts pretty prominently since Theresa's shirt was a little too tight on me. My bra showed under the shirt, my boobs still growing my increasingly girlish figure but the bra was well outlined under my top. I was all girl. I had on one of Theresa's plain t-shirts and my old shorts, I really needed to do more shopping, it was so much fun. Using one of Theresa's belts, a cute silver studded thing with an ornate but small buckle, I cinched my old "Jim" shorts really tight to further accentuate my figure. My waist was shrinking by the minute but my hips and butt were still about the same size. I assessed the outfit, these shorts were actually not comfortable and a girl has to feel confident in her ensemble. Theresa and Alexi were out running around getting mystery party supplies, I thought maybe I'd just hit TJ Maxx at lunch for some cheap around-the- house outfits. I topped it all off with the longer wig with the slight banana curls. I brushed the red hair for some time before I was satisfied with my appearance. The hair cascaded down to my shoulders. I tossed it around as I moved my head, brushing it out of my eyes. I quickly realized that not only were my boobs constantly guiding me to femininity, my long hair would also reinforce it as it flowed into my vision, around my face, down my neck and shoulders. I subconsciously played with it, and shook my head to reposition it and every time I did so, making an outward statement of femininity but also sending messages inward of my womanhood. Everything was pushing me more toward Jenna, I was fine with that and enjoying it immensely. The look was captivating and I could have lost myself in my new feminine mystique. My mind had drifted off, lost in a feminine haze, and I had neglected work somewhat over the past couple of days and Larry would soon be pressing me for more details on the new initiative. I emailed Larry about making the new introductions to Jenna. I had to place several calls for assistance with some information and arrangements and I first needed Larry to break the ice. Checking the caller ID I answered in my new normal voice, "Hi, Larry!" "Hi, uhm, Jenna? You sound chipper this morning." Shit, did he know that I was just pleasuring myself? "Things are going pretty well and I need to invite you and the office to a party at our house Saturday. Theresa's not telling me what's going on but we want to introduce Jenna to all our friends and neighbors." "Oh, great, send me all the details." "I'll tell Theresa to, she's planning something and I'm suspicious." "The Meyer parties are always a hit, looking forward to it." He paused before switching topics back to the work at hand. "So I talked to HR and we cleared everything. I held an all hands meeting yesterday and everyone is very curious but supportive. They hope you're doing well." "Tell them all thank-you very much! I really appreciate your support too!" "You're very welcome! Now the project is on track and I want you to reach out. You have my approval for any support you need. This will probably make our year so we have to move on this as quickly as possible. When will you be back in the office?" "How about tomorrow, we're moving fast on this and I want to brief everyone on the details." "Better you than me, it gets over my head technically." "Okay, boss, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and look out for the new redhead. It's a wig but I like it!" "Redhead, got it. Great, Jenna. We'll see you, take care." I had to dial marketing for some templates and materials for the handouts. They were super particular on presentation formats and styles so I dialed up Cheryl Anderson for the latest materials. "Cheryl, this is Jenna Meyers. Larry should have contacted you about me." "Jenna! Oh my god, you sound great! How are you?" "Thank-you, I'm doing alright, just still getting used to things. I need a whole re-education!" "I bet, so how's the family taking it?" "They're helping me out a lot, it's a new family dynamic but we're adjusting." I paused and thought to say the least. "Listen, we're going to get the details out later but everyone at the office is invited to my big coming out party this Saturday. Theresa is arranging a surprise and I'm sure it's going to be something extravagant. I'm sure your invitation is in the mail." "Oh, your parties are so much fun, I remember the time you were dressed up as the cop from the Village People!" She laughed loudly then hushed up, what happened next wasn't exactly work appropriate and she was in a cubicle. "Well, anyways, can you help me with the presentations for the board?" We talked business for about 15 minutes and she supplied everything I needed. "I'll be in the office tomorrow with a draft, would you want to schedule time to look it over?" "Sure, how about 10 am?" "Great, I'll be the redhead." "Wow, getting daring!" "Trying on a new style, doing a lot of that lately." "I bet. Say, if you need any help or anything, us girls have to stick together!" "Thanks, Cheryl. I really appreciate it." Larry had cleared the way for my revelation and I just realized, ohmygod, I had nothing to wear tomorrow. "You know, you could help me, are you free for a quick lunch and shopping trip? I really have nothing to wear to the office tomorrow. I've always thought you were pretty stylish and you could help a girl out." "Are you kidding? I always have time for shopping! How about 11:30 at Macy's?" "Awesome, thanks a bunch Cheryl!" The rest of the calls went just as well. Everyone was curious for sure but I was treated well, some might have to do that if this project succeeded, we would all hit our bonuses this year, but I think everyone really liked Jim and extended the same feelings to Jenna. I put on a little day makeup for my meeting with Cheryl and grabbed my purse. I slipped on a pair of sandals, driving would be much easier in them than in the heels, and I headed back to the mall to meet Cheryl. She was waiting for me, staring down every redhead she saw, unsure if it was me. I took a deep breath and walked up to her. "Cheryl Anderson, meet Jenna Meyer." "Ohmygod, Jenna you're so pretty!" she shrieked a little too loudly. I cringed but she hugged me tight, released me, took a step back and a glance from head to toe, and hugged me again. "You're beautiful! How do you like it?" "I'm starting to get used to it" "We HAVE to do something about your clothes, girl. Dayamn." She was right, I was pretty slobby. No self-respecting woman would be seen in public like this. I needed to up my fashion game. "But your makeup is great, did Theresa help you?" "No that's all me, I'm doing some things right but my wardrobe is pretty limited." "I can see that. Listen I'm going to fix you up, girlfriend." "OK, let's shop!" We hit Macy's, she insisted I couldn't be seen in public in a plain white tee and men's shorts. She was right of course. I tried on several outfits but we finally settled on a boring, but feminine outfit, white capris and a patterned aqua top which exposed just a bit of cleavage and had an open shoulder design. I wore it the rest of the day while shopping for work attire. I loved the pencil skirt from yesterday but that was a little formal for our office. Cheryl explained that redheads should go with more colors. I agreed as I had noticed the emerald green blouse really worked for me the day before. The colors were exciting and vibrant and I grew dizzy trying on so many combinations as Cheryl rushed to return to work. I quickly noticed the light and soft feels of all the various fabrics against my skin and the styles which flattered me. I became like a Christmas tree to be decorated with all kinds of various things - and I hadn't even started with jewelry yet. As I posed for Cheryl in about a dozen different combinations, I began to really enjoy seeing myself in these different ways. I kicked my leg back in poses, jutted my hip out, flipped my hair, placed my hand on my waist instead of my hip, and tried a hundred other feminine poses. I didn't want it to end but Cheryl and I both had to get back to work and the afternoon of girly fun had to end soon. We settled on a nice work outfit, cute and flattering but very professional. It was an Anne Klein women's blazer in pink, but Cheryl corrected me on the color, which I was informed was flamingo. It featured large black buttons, no lapel and a comfortable but flattering fit and three quarters sleeves. I also picked up black slacks, which tapered and ended just above my ankle. Cheryl told me that I would have to add some accents, necklace, earrings, watch, and a bracelet which all complemented each other and the outfit. There was no way I could do that by myself. Whoops! I guess Theresa or Alexi would have to help me tonight on another mall excursion. She also informed me that my lipstick should be more muted with this outfit. I had so much to learn. Cheryl looked at her watch and had to run, she hugged me again and said she enjoyed our girl time together. I had had a great time too and was left in the mall, a girl on her own. I went to the car and headed to TJ Maxx for some casual clothes, needing basic shorts and tees for around the house. I grabbed a few cute tops, sticking to brighter colors, and some shorts, which were an adjustment. The women's shorts did fit my blossoming figure much better, showing much more of my smooth legs - and showing how much I needed some tanning -cinching it at my thinning waist, allowing extra material for my growing hips, but also snugly fitting in the crotch to plainly demonstrate my smooth female pelvis. In the dressing room mirror, I purposefully jutted out my hip. There was nothing male about me, I had become Jenna and this was so much fun. I was walking out to pay when I went by the cutest little light navy blue number. I had to have it. I returned to the dressing room, throwing off those old rags and pulling the sleeveless dress over my head. It cascaded down, the top clinging to my curves and the banded waist showing my skinny middle before flaring into a pleated A-line skirt, ending just above the knee. I twirled and the skirt flared out, brushing against my thighs. I shook my butt in the mirror and the skirt swished to and fro. I felt positively girly and almost skipped to the checkout counter. The clerk complimented my dress, I said, "Thank-you very much, I love it!" I twirled side to side with the skirt flowing around my legs. I strolled out the door, bags in hand, feeling flirty and feminine and girly. I couldn't help myself and my wide smile broke into a giggle. Getting in the car, I touched up my lipstick, checked my hair and put on Theresa's sunglasses. I couldn't wait to show it off to Theresa, she'd love me in this! I loved the way I looked and felt! So sexy! This must be the rush women get from shopping and a new outfit. This girl felt ready to take on the world! Chapter Twenty Two I drove home and bounded inside, no longer concerned about nosy neighbors but actually wanting to show off my new dress. Unfortunately no one else was around but it felt good to be out and free of all the sneaking around. I openly walked up the driveway to the mailbox, almost hoping that someone would see me, checked the mail and went in with my purse in hand. There was nothing but bills addressed to Jim Meyers, I had so much stuff to change, but that would have to wait for now, I had to catch up on some work, busy girl. I made it upstairs to the computer and started checking emails, but I couldn't log in. I remembered the password, my user name and double checked the spelling but couldn't access my account. I called Bob at the helpdesk, "Hi, this is Jim Meyers. I'm having trouble logging in to the network." "Hi, Jim. We don't have an account for you, it was deleted a couple of days ago." "I just spoke to Larry a couple of days ago, I've had some extenuating circumstances..." "Yeah I know, how are you doing? You sound great." "I'm ok, but my account..." "Jim, your account name is now Jenna.Meyers and the password has been temporarily reset to Password123, you'll have to change it on your first login." "Damn you guys are moving fast! Thanks!" "Thank-you, ma'am. Anything else we can do for you today?" "Just come out to our party Saturday!" "Wouldn't miss it for the world!" "Thanks, Bob" "Thank-you, Jenna." I logged in as Jenna and set to work after changing my password to something a little more secure than Password123. The emails came flooding in, lots of "Welcome to the Club" emails from my fellow female colleagues and more messages of concern and support from the boys. I sent a broadcast email, thanking them for the support and kind words. This support was great and any concerns I had about work issues were quickly dismissed. Bob had even changed my signature line to Jenna Meyers. I highlighted my new name, selected Font and chose Blackadder ITC, a more flowery style which reflected my new gender, mood, attitude and me, Jenna Meyers. I smiled, looking at my new signature line, I wasn't concerned about the change, the impact on my coworkers but I was proud of how it was just so cute! My phone rang, bringing me out of my lapse of concentration. Seeing the local number, I hesitated in answering it and let it go to voicemail. I didn't need another complication of dealing with another identity crisis. As soon as the phone alerted me to the voicemail I picked it up. It was Terri, the RN from the hospital. She was calling to express her concern and to relay the sympathies of much of the rest of the staff who had cared for me after the operation. Mary, Kara, the doctors, the aides were all upset about the way my case was handled and were ready to help me if I needed witnesses for my case. I really appreciated the support and redialed Terri's number immediately, she must have had me in her contacts and answered, "Hi, Jim! Everybody hopes you're doing ok!" "I'm doing ok, Terri, thanks for your message. I really appreciate your call!" "It's the least we could do and I want you to know that I'm here for you if you have any questions about recovery. I had the same procedures by Dr. Demarcus and I had a support group for trans people, I want to make sure you have the same resources and help that I had. I know your situation is different, I wanted to become a woman but I've talked to my group about you and they are available to help you through this too, ok?" "Terri, thanks for everything and I want you to know that I'm - well, we're - the whole family, we're doing okay." "Jim, that's great but if there's anything you need, just call me." "Actually, Terri, we're doing great. I'm adjusting to this and I don't know how to say this other than to come right out and say it. You can start calling me Jenna. Theresa and I are getting along really well and I'm liking this." "Oh my gosh, really?!?!" She shrieked excitedly. "Yes, it's true, this is getting to be fun. I'm going to hit the mall and get some new outfits today." "Jenna, that's a great name! Sounds a little like your male name - I just changed a "Y" to an "I", pretty unimaginative on my part. Do you need any help shopping?" "Well, thanks for the offer, but we're going on a family shopping trip, just us women now." "That sounds nice, and your family is so accepting too. My family didn't take it so well but I'm glad you're doing well." She sounded a little depressed and I was striken that she didn't get the same level of assistance that I had. I empathized with her and my heart reached out to her. "Terri, let's get together sometime next week. I think we should have lunch. I'm open next Tuesday." "Oh, that would be great! Can I bring a couple of girls from the group?" "Sure, let's have a get together!" We set up all the details, lunch at Genevieve's, on the river. She was inviting her friends, joining us were Kayla and Maria, who were both trans women like us. Everyone seemed to be eager to meet me and my mind started bubbling with questions for them. Many questions about relationships with spouses, children, parents, friends and work, but also a number of intimate questions about spouses, hygiene, sex, and more sex. Thankfully Genevieve's offered some privacy with outdoor dining. Then my mind turned to Terri, she didn't seem to be having as easy a transition as I was. I felt guilty for this and truly wanted to help another woman, a sister. I quickly shopped online for a sentimental gift for her, deciding on a nice sculptured vase with a beautiful form of a woman hugging another woman, caring for her as she had cared for me in the hospital. It would demonstrate how I now was concerned for her and wanted to repay the favor. The vase would arrive Monday, I'd wrap it in some pretty pink wrapping paper with a bow for my girl friend, my sister in transition. Eventually, I had to break out of my sentiments for Terri and return to work. The hours slipped away as I worked on the project. I didn't even hear Theresa and Alexi get home. They rustled around downstairs for a while before I even realized it, obviously hiding whatever they picked up shopping. I couldn't wait for them to see my new dress but had to finish my train of thought. Finally, Alexi came in, "Hi Mom, sorry we took so long. Oh that's such a cute dress! Let me see you!" I swiveled in the chair to let her see but didn't catch on that "Let me see you" meant to stand and model it for her. Alexi corrected my lapse. "Mom, stand up and turn for me, that's what I meant!" I stood and spun around, the pleated skirt swinging around, modeling the dress for my daughter. I felt pretty and special, smiling at her, then fixing my hair, which had also swung around as I showed off my new dress. "You have great taste, you look wonderful!" "Thank-you." We hugged and she beamed, "We're going to have a great time Saturday night, I can't tell but it's going to be a blast!" "Just one hint." "Welllll, I can't!" "Come on, give your Mom a clue." "Okay but don't tell Mom," I swore to secrecy but she insisted on the pinky swear. We intertwined pinkies and entered into the most sacred of female covenants. "Don't tell Mom I said anything, but it's going to be a formal affair," she whispered. I'd have to ponder this one, but it was a good clue. Alexi ran out of the room and yelled to Theresa, "Mom, you have to come upstairs and see Jenna!" "Is she alright?" "Yes, but come on up." Theresa came up and had a look of surprise. The bum she had left this morning in a tee shirt and man's shorts had transformed herself into a beautiful and stylish woman. I posed and modeled the dress for them, moving this way and that and spinning around, showing off the skirt and the back. Again, subconsciously fixing my hair with a head shake before realizing I was doing it. "It's beautiful, where did you get such a sense of style?" She hugged me and gave me a little love peck on the lips. "Well I still need help with accessories," I walked over to the door, where I hung my work outfit for tomorrow. "Can you help a girl out with this outfit?" They were amazed at my style and taste before I revealed that I had help with the blazer. Theresa said, "I'm all shopped out honey, is it alright if Alexi takes you to the mall?" "I understand, we'll have fun Mother-Daughter shopping." Alexi's eyes lit up. "Yes, let's us girls go!" she squealed excitedly. Theresa directed Alexi to keep the accessories for someone older and work appropriate. She looked a little disappointed but understood that I was looking for a professional appearance for now, my wild redhead side would have to wait. This was turning out to be quite the girls' day with two shopping trips, with a girlfriend and now my daughter, new outfits, a new name at work, and loving this long hair. Every day was such an advance in womanhood, a new dimension of ever expanding femininity and I kept taking it in and learning what a great wonder it was to be a woman. I truly enjoyed all the new experiences and the overall acceptance of my new persona was so overwhelming. Alexi snapped a picture of my pink, sorry, flamingo blazer and black slacks then grabbed my hand. "Come on Mom, I know just the place where we can pick up some accessories for work, it's kinda boring stuff but should complete your outfit." I drove back to the mall, sliding into and out of the car in a skirt already becoming second nature. Alexi led me into Claire's, even with my greatly undeveloped sense of women's fashion, this stuff was way too young and girly for me, but especially for work. She saw the look of disapproval on her mother's face and explained, "I just want you to open up to some different ideas first, we can try on anything without a sales clerk getting too pushy. Anyway, I'm getting something out of this trip, too. We are getting your ears pierced today too, you know." Okay, wow. I hadn't even thought about that and brushed my hair around my ears as I considered the idea. Alexi took that action as being afraid of the needle. "Mom, it's real quick and hardly hurts, I'll hold your hand and it will be over before you even know it." "Alexi, I'm not afraid of it, just never thought about it. But they'll notice my wig." "That's okay, they'll be cool. You're just getting the gold studs at first that open up the holes, after a few weeks we can go shopping for more stylish earrings for you. Mom will let you wear hers, I'm sure. She won't let me touch her nice diamond earrings but maybe she'll make an exception for her wife." "She damn well better, I bought her most of them!" We laughed and looked around the store, getting ideas and Alexi teaching me what matched my business suit. The sales girl eventually approached us, "Are you ladies doing okay, we're having a great sale this week. That's a gorgeous dress! Where did you get it?" I told her at TJ Maxx, "No way, how much was it?" "Only thirty-five dollars." "No way, what a great deal, it's so stylish!" I knew now I was expected to show it off and made a little twist. "Do you really like it?" "It looks great on you, thanks for cluing me in!" So now I was a trendsetter in ladies fashion. Things were changing pretty fast. I was truly flattered by the attention and the sales girl's outburst was attracting the attention of the other girls in the store, who looked me up and down and also seemed to approve. I think I was blushing at all the attention as us girls shared in our sense of fashion. I started feeling giddy again at the attention and my new feminine nature. "Well, thanks for cluing me in and let me know if I can help you with anything." "Thanks for the compliment, sweety." Did I really just call her sweety? I turned and almost instinctively brushed my hair again and rejoined Alexi, who was beaming with pride at her new Mom. "Mom, I love you so much. I'm so happy you're enjoying this and I'm happy that we're still a family. I was so worried that you and Mom would split up or something." "Oh, honey, we never even thought about that. I'm so happy too!" We hugged and walked out of the store hand in hand, never closer. I loved my daughter as Jim but it was more of a protective relationship, as Dads do. We had never really bonded and I felt us grow further apart as she became an adolescent. I took an investigative eye on her relations with boys, especially boyfriends and she seemed to resist that approach and keep things from me. I just wanted the best for her but the Dad has to protect his little girl and the teenage girl has to grow and sometimes rebel. It was just the natural course of events. Now, however, she and I were bonding like never before over little trinkets and baubles, brightly colored cheap pieces of plastic and pot metal. If this is all it took, I could have done this before. Dad could have gone shopping with her and I started to regret the distance which had grown between us over the years. It wasn't the usual Dad thing but I could have done this with Alexi. I had missed years of her life. I started getting a little misty eyed. Alexi had started talking about something while I was absorbed in thought, when she noticed my troubled face. She held my hand tighter. "Mom, what's the matter?" I stopped in the middle of the mall and tried to compose myself. I was getting really emotional, those hormones must really be flowing. I hugged Alexi tight. "Honey, I know we've kind of drifted apart over the last few years and I'm glad to be more of a part of your life now. If this is all that comes from my operation, it's all worth it! I love you so much baby girl." I was completely losing it now and couldn't settle down. Alexi guided me to more of a private area near a shuttered store, holding me around the waist and digging a tissue out of her purse. I hung my head and my hair drifted around my face, partially hiding the scene. I couldn't help it at all and the tears came streaming. I was a blubbering mess of female emotions. Alexi leant me all her concern and support as I broke down, wiping my face and soothing me. "Look at me, I'm a mess." I sobbed. "It's fine, Jenna. What do you want me to do?" "Just be here for me. Let's have the close relationship we had when you were younger. Alexi, I always meant the best for you but it only seemed to push you away. I don't understand why we had to grow apart, but I want to be close to you again." The words came streaming out like the tears did as feelings Jim had held back for years flowed from Jenna's voice. "You're my Dad, you're my Mom, how could anyone be closer, you're two parents in one. Don't tell Mom that but we're closer now than ever before. Forget about that, it's mostly my fault - I was young and stupid and we've got each other now." A mall cop approached us, to make sure we were alright, Alexi spoke up, "We're just sharing a Mother-Daughter moment, we're ok." He nodded, not wanting to get any closer to avoid this estrogen overload. "I've got an idea! Most typical thing in the world, Mom, let's go hit Panera for some chocolate! It really does work!" I loved the brownies but always took female chocolate remedies as a feeble excuse for a sweet tooth indulgence. Kind of like Jim having a beer with a barbeque. I started getting better and we went in the women's room by the food court to freshen up. I still entered the women's restroom with a little trepidation. Thankfully there were no other women there and I fixed my makeup and made sure my dress was still in order. I adjusted my bra straps and my boobs as Alexi looked after me, approvingly. "So, uhm, Mom, how do you like them?" "What, oh, you mean my hooters?" "Mom! We call them boobs or boobies!" "Sorry. They're...fine, they just make me feel so womanly. It's overwhelming, I can't even think about acting like a guy anymore, especially with these...boobies...jiggling around all the time. They look great on me, don't you think?" I thrust out my chest, exaggerating them and we broke up laughing. When we both recovered, I had to touch up my mascara again from the laughter. I thought, I'm going to go through the whole tube if this keeps up. Alexi sought to show her new Mom more of the ropes. "Mom, that's why girls can't wait for their boobs to grow and want them to be bigger, they reinforce the image of womanhood in our minds. They're certainly physical but really make us feel like the women we become in puberty. You're starting to understand, I can tell." She stroked my hair and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you Mommy." "I love you too, honey." Mom and daughter left the ladies room, a new understanding and relationship budding in the women as they headed for my ear piercing and on to recover with one of the most common bonds of feminism, chocolate overdose. Alexi ordered two chocolate brownies with coffees to wash it down, we sat and ate and enjoyed conversation about Alexi's latest relationship with Daniel. He seemed like a nice enough boy from her description and I avoided the usual Jim questions about his goals in life, his education, and which sports he played. Alexi appreciated this direction and eventually volunteered those vital details on her own. She never would have shared that covert secret with Jim. The brownies were scrumptious and somehow did taste better than usual. My ears still stung a little but I unconsciously played with my new earrings, getting used to the feel of my weightier lobes, which I could feel moving around more when I shook my head. Yet another new sensation to get used to, but I was enjoying each and every one of them. Chocolate is a way to open a woman's mind, and we chatted for some time. Alexi opened the discussion about her parents' marriage. I spilled my guts about our relations to date, our feelings for each other and yes, she knew that our relationship was physical as well. I blushed deep red but eventually continued. I opened up about my hopes and fears and before we knew it, the mall was starting to close. Time just got away from us while we were talking. We walked to the car but then I noticed Alexi taking a quicker step and a tighter grip on her purse and looked at her, puzzled. "Mom, you're a woman now and we need to watch out for predators. I wish we weren't here so late." Another thing I never thought about, I was the weaker sex and I was looking very tempting in this dress, it was late and the parking lot was mostly deserted. It was fun and all in the daytime, but now I was a target for those wanting to prey on a woman, from stealing my purse to rape. Holy crap, rape! Even with the estrogen and all the primping and dressing up, I still had my wife and had no thought of being with a man. My gender had changed but not my sexuality and forcible violent sex made me shudder. I got a little paranoid. We reached the car and jumped in, my skirt be damned. I locked the car and started the ignition. "Alexi, I have so much to learn but I had a great time talking with you tonight." "I had fun too, Mom. You'll have to borrow some of Mom's stuff for tomorrow but we'll do it again, okay?" "Absolutely! But I can do without that little scare in the parking lot. You freaked me out a little." "Sorry, just trying to be safe, you know, like you taught me." She had listened all those years and I looked at her and smiled. Alexi smiled back. "I love you Mom." Everything was right and good in the world. I stretched over the console and hugged her as best I could, pecking her on the cheek, leaving a smear of my lipstick. I instinctively fixed my lipstick smear on her cheek. I also brushed my hair back to check my bejeweled earlobes in the mirror, seeing my flowing hair and the gold studs, another step into womanhood. I smiled back, pursed my lips, and blew myself a little kiss.