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A Year Ago - part XI by MadQuill
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review
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As I was getting dressed the nurse opened the door. "Doctor wants a
second semen sample, just in case, thanks," as she handed me the sample
cup and the door shut.
I opened my purse and took out my phone. I had forty minutes before I
would meet Jake. I looked about for the lesbian magazine but it wasn't on
the table, nor in the drawer. I would just use my memory of Jenn, that
sexy beauty.
I pictured her naked but with white trim about her neck and a wrists,
black hose covering her legs and simple but tall black pumps. My arousal
was strong as I lifted my dress hem and leaned back against the wall in
my own heels. Pushing down my pantyhose and the thong I quickly grabbed
my penis. The second minor orgasm of the day!
The used the mirror to check my makeup, touching up my lips and blush.
Settling my red dress about my hips I stepped back and looked at myself.
Of course Jake could easily recognize me. My hair was still near a boys
cut.
I used my credit card to handled the payment since these consults weren't
covered by my medical plan. Interestingly the therapy would be. Nurse
Rachel came to speak with me.
"The hormones will be ready by 5pm. Can you stop back near around then?"
I had planned to leave the City after lunch but realized I could do some
shopping.
"I can manage that, sure. Could you text me with an update?"
Exiting the building and walking I was distracted by the idea that the
doctor would have my surgery so soon. And the therapy wasn't in my plan
either. A block from the restaurant I saw a salon that had a beautiful
wig on the head stand in the window. If I had been wearing something like
that I could have avoided this lunch.
Jake was there when I arrived. He was polite but curiously anxious.
As we shook hands I tried to adjust mine to a subtle press. He had a
strong hand, but he was well over six feet tall and at least two hundred
pounds.
"Michael, I gotta say you stunned me this morning. Leaving the elevator I
immediately recognized you."
I was still standing. "Can we sit down Jake?"
He continued as he shuffled the chairs. "But wow, you look great, I mean,
dressed that way. I mean I'm not saying anything you don't know, right?"
He had ordered two beers and I took a huge gulp of the cool lager.
He was smiling. "So how did 'this' happen? You left the firm about
fourteen months ago, right?"
I was more nervous and looked down at the mug. "Jake, it's important that
I ask for your discretion. I would appreciate you're allowing me to
control who and when I choose to reveal my gender change to."
"What? You mean this isn't just a tranny kind of thing, just for today?
Wow, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions Mike."
"No, it's understandable, but it's Sara now, and will be going forward
Jake. I'm having my named changed and the legal issues will be settled
within the month, but can you agree to hold my secret please?"
He realized his glee earlier was inappropriate and changed his
expression. "Of course Michael, I mean Sara. I'll not tell a soul. I was
with those business guys and they had questioned me. I told them simply
I'd seen an old friend, that cool right?"
I looked at him and changed my plans. I would stay at the Hotel tonight.
I needed more than just the meds. I didn't want another random meeting
like this. It wasn't Jake's fault but my stupidity that lead me to this
moment.
We parted and I hoped I could trust him. I called the Hotel to settle the
room for another night and re-traced my steps to the salon. The new blond
wig was an expensive piece with human hair, darker blond, just about at
my shoulders. As I left the salon near 3:30pm I got a call.
"Sara, the Doctor as spoken with Doctor Thema who has agreed to see you
this evening at five if you can make that." Nurse Rachel had a horrible
manner but I sensed that this was important.
"We'll have the meds sent to her office so you save a trip OK?"
I paused, this was important. The Doctor wants this Thema to guide her
regarding the starting of my hormone treatment. "Sure, what's the
address?"
Walking along the shop windows I curiously watched my reflection. This
new hair so changed me. I could barely believe this was me. Anyone who
had known me wouldn't recognize me without looking into my eyes. How
stupid to have to explain to Jake, to have to trust in him. Maybe he
would be good to his word, but it was outside of my control now.
I decided to spend the hour shopping for a some simple jewelry. I had the
bracelets and earrings but no rings. Entering a shop I had previously
used eighteen months ago I saw the woman I'd bought a gift from for an
earlier girlfriend.
"Can I help Miss, aahh, a ring is your interest. Surprising how many
single girls buy one for themselves. Many like to have a diamond but on
the right hand."
She hadn't remembered me especially with the wig, which was good. Of
course as I was dressed and in tall heels, it was easy to disappear.
Today I agreed, I wanted a serious ring for my right hand.
I left an hour later with a three quarter caret solitaire set in
platinum. The credit card wasn't an issue and that surprised me. Maybe
she did recall me, but nonetheless I had a great E color VS-1 stone on my
hand.
Doctor Thema was a middle age short woman. Her grey hair looked super.
Many of her generation colored theirs to protect their age. Her manner
immediately relaxed me and we spoke for nearly an hour.
"Sara, you know this life change will not be all as easy as the past few
weeks. I'll release the hormones to you if you agree to see me every
other week for the next few months. The Doctor was concerned about the
abruptness of your decision but seeing the context and the effect I'll
support your decision."
"Those friends that have been made aware of Sara's changes will be
essential. Respect their surprise and they may help nurture you. I
understand that your parents are on the other coast but you should set a
schedule to bring them into your life."
I'd told her of my recent meeting with Matt.
"The men you choose to stay close with may present the most challenge.
Please go slowly and be careful. Surprises in a sexual relationship can
lead to difficult encounters. Please remember that a good friendship
isn't easy to find. Your friend Lynn could also be helpful, but that's up
to you. I think you handled that meeting very well."
She spent some time explaining the possible side affects of the hormones.
The new products were highly targeted cross-sex for someone like me.
"The sexual performance should not suffer with this particular regiment
Sara, but please keep me aware of any negative affects. Use this E-Mail
to provide me the updates." She handed me a card with her cellphone and
e-mail address.
Near seven I arrived back the Hotel. I went to my room and showered. The
wig was on the headstand. As I came out of the bath I saw it and
chastised myself again. So stupid. The Jake episode still bothered me.
I decided to have dinner in the Hotel restaurant and slipped on my black
pants and a white blouse with my black strapped heels. Exiting the
elevator a man paused to allow me to pass.
"Thank you," I said walking by and smiled.
The wig seemed to give me some anonymity. It was so simple. I sat at the
window bar and enjoyed a glass of wine thinking of the alternatives. New
hormones would soon be silently altering my chemistry and I considered if
I should visit the salon during my next visit to see Thema. Maybe some
hair extensions would be good. The tech had suggested that my hair was
too short for an affective job at this length.
Having a moment I looked at my phone and noted that sometime didn't seem
correct. I re-booted the software and sure enough I quickly received
eleven e-mails from the past five days that somehow had been undelivered.
Nine of these related to my business issues but the other two were
personal. The first was from Madison wishing me well with the doctor. The
other was from Bill. He had sent me a note Saturday at 11:45am, four days
earlier, telling me he would be at his parents house for a week due to
his mother's health. He was in the City. I immediately sent a text
telling him I was at the Hyatt and pushed send. Then I realized I had
sent my request as if I was still Michael. Sending the text at that
instant I failed to remember he had not met Sara.
I blink later he texted that he would be here thirty minutes, 'order us a
round'.
That meant two black & tans and a shot of Stoli each. I looked about, the
crowd had grown to more than fifty people. He'd expect me at the Bar near
the TV. This was a problem. I couldn't just walk up to him like I'd
managed with Matt. But a plan came to mind.
Thirty minutes later I was in the ladies room and Bill approached the
empty stools I paid the barkeep to hold. Two shots and the brews were set
waiting. A Twenty-dollar tip can do good things. He sat down and the
barkeep told him I was in the 'Ladies room'. He chuckled and sipped the
b&t. He didn't question anything and I saw him as I turned the corner. My
heels were noisy to me, but the crowd was providing some cover. I simply
slipped into the stool next to him and took the shot.
Turning slightly toward him I said, "Bill, I have to explain some
things," I spoke in my normal female voice since I could no longer
achieve Michael's range.
He looked surprise as he watched me down the shot. "Excuse me Miss. That
was for my friend. Please, he went to the restroom and will be right
back. That's his seat."
He had registered my statement. "Bill, it's me." I handed him my license.
"What, what the fuck is this? Where's Michael Miss? Did you steal his
wallet?"
I turned to look directly at him, thankful I was wear pants. "Look at me
William."
I'd used that name when I was expressing an important point, "Yes, I'm
wearing a wig and my nails are polished. My face is a little thinner and
I've got makeup on. Oh and my chest is different too."
He was completely beside himself. "No Fucking way you are Michael." He
threw the license to the bar and started to get up.
I put my right hand on his left forearm. "Bill, don't leave. Let me
explain what has happen over the past few weeks."
He paused and push clear of my hand. "Listen lady, this is not a nice
joke. I got a text from my buddy Michael not some babe in heels."
I handed him my Audi keys, hoping the fob would stir him, hoping he stay
and give me a chance to explain myself.
"So you've stolen his car and his ID, get the fuck out of here." But then
he paused and looked at me, shaking his head. Bill stood and walked away.
I turned and watched him then pulled my phone from my bag and hit the re-
dial.
"Hello? No way Michael, no way it is you. Please." He looked back me at
the bar, then around the room as if the old Michael would come and expose
the prank.
"I'm going to wait here until you return and finish your beer Bill. I
want you to understand how different I feel. Shit Bill, you're my best
friend and I need you to talk about this, to see the new person I'm
becoming. It will be a lot less difficult for you than the conversation
will be for me."
He closed his phone and was standing still about forty feet away, looking
at me. After a moment he turned toward the door and left. I watched and a
tear formed and I was alone.
I saw the barkeep looking at me and she approached, "Old boyfriend huh?"
I did hear her, but was lost in thought. "Oh, him, yeah, sort of."
Then a few minutes later Bill came back through the door and sat down
beside me.
"I acted so badly, but shit I'll give you, I mean, I'm not convinced it's
actually you. Michael how can, two weeks ago we rode the hilltop route
together."
I smiled. "It was seventeen days ago, two weeks ago I did something out
of curiosity and the next thing I was learning to alter my voice and
manners. It may seem rash to anyone else but these changes have made me
happy. This morning I met with a doctor and she has schedule my surgery
for breast implants. As you see I've elected to live as a female Bill,
but I'm still in many ways the guy you've known for fifteen years."
He interrupted, "Really Michael? There is no way that is true. Shit
you've got tits and a ass that screams for attention. What equipment do
you have inside those sexy slacks? Even just sitting at the bar I'm
distracted by your long legs and your shoes. Are you going to lose your
dick? The idea that we can get on without this being an, "
He paused and I quickly said, "Bill, can you give me a chance?"
He just looked back and I wondered what he was thinking. Could he remain
a friend without seeing me as a 'partner'? The 'sexy shoes' comment
stirred me. He sipped the beer and turned away to the TV screen now
showing a basketball game.
"You have to understand that my programming is fucked up when I look at
you Michael. I smell your perfume and see you sultry eyes. I'm troubled,
thinking of your evident femininity. How can you not see the affect this
is having?"
He was rattled. "What do you call this new self?"
"Sara, I like the name," but he interrupted me again.
"And what, do you have sex with girls still or have boys become your
focus?"
I thought his question concealed part of the problem. He was seeing me as
truly female and therefore a possible lover. We had many double dates so
he knew I loved women. Matt's comments came to mind. There was another
buried issue; Bill's stepbrother was gay. Tim had come out to Bill five
years ago. They had been really close up until then. Shortly after coming
out Tim had moved out west and now lived with a older man, but he was a
bit of an artfag due to his partner's money. Bill and the family saw Tim
infrequently. Bill missed the earlier relationship he had with Tim.
"I'm unsure what these changes may mean to my sexuality Bill, but I still
desire women. I haven't slept with a woman since Lynn. Though I'm quite
infatuated with someone named Jenn. Are you suggesting that my physical
appearance is troublesome? You're not saying you want to go to bed with
me, right?"
He punched me harder than he realized, "What does, has she met the new
girl Sara?"
"You mean Lynn? Yes." I rubbed my arm. It hurt and I'd be bruised.
"I'll bet that was a difficult conversation."
Still smarting from the punch I said, "We had lunch a few days ago," but
he interrupted me again.
"She must have been excited to see, shit, never mind." Bill was
withholding something.
I considered the possible issues but he continued, "She tried to tell me
you may be gay, just after you two split. She was troubled by your good
looks. I'll bet she had real trouble, damn Michael, you've lost quite a
bit of weight."
"Bill what Lynn thought and thinks is history. She and her friends were
at times difficult to deal with. But back to my 'physical appearance'. I
am not interested in having sex with men."
"Glad we can move passed that idea, shit. Mic, I mean Sara, you do look
incredible. There are guys watching you, and the hair, wow. A wig right?
But still beautiful."
We settled down and spoke about the gender politics and where transgender
people fit.
"I guess if you're gay, I know, you're not sure what that means for you,
but if so it must be complete. I mean, consider Tim. He and I never had
an sexual experiment. Maybe because I did sense his sexuality, even years
ahead of his announcement. We still share stuff on-line you know, but he
is really into guys and the sex. You're still attracted to girls but your
story about the guy in the Porsche, you weren't a little attracted to
him? Or the salesman you mentioned?"
We had been drinking for nearly two hours and I had gotten some food but
we were a little intoxicated. I considered his question; was he probing
or was he a little aroused.
"Man, I just don't know yet Bill. Guys don't seemed to get me excited.
This Jenn girl though, wow I'm at a lose to explain it." I didn't share
the details of Sunday with him.
He started to get ready to head to his parents and I asked, "Are you good
to drive? You can have the other bed in my room if not."
He considered the bill and said without looking, "No way 'Sara'. I'm too
aware of my curiosity to sleep in the same room as someone who looks like
you. I'll get home OK. It's less than six miles."
I smiled at his statement. He had been probing. "Text me when you're
there OK?"
He looked sharply at me. "Michael wouldn't have asked that Sara. Let's
get out of here, you first."
We exited the bar, him following me, my heels clicking on the Lobby
stone.
I turned about abruptly, he was looking at my ass!
Smiling slyly he said, "Do we shake or hug now Sara?"
I hugged him and his hand touched my bum. I pushed it away. "No Bill,
that isn't how we'll handle saying goodbye."
He waved as he stepped out the door.
Back in my room I showered and took my first hormone pills and found a
lesbian porn movie on the adult channel. It was one of those Blake
knockoffs. Slow but to the point. All of the girls seemed to get off. My
mind saw Jenn dressed as one of the beauties, black hose, suspender and
heels. Her long brown hair let down. She brought me off again but I slept
roughly due to the alcohol.
As I drove quietly away from the City, the doctor's schedule was on my
mine. The minor outpatient procedure was reversible but I'd told Bill the
truth. This was me. Doctor Thema had really helped me put the past ten
years in context. In her view this wasn't sudden but inevitable. The next
three weeks I needed to confirm some feelings. Therefore I wanted to
experiment. I needed to be with a woman. To see how loving and being
loved as a woman was different. I realized also as difficult as it may be
I had to try sex with a man, to be penetrated. I clearly enjoyed the toy
play Sunday. The research I'd found indicated that my gender change could
alter my orientation.
The thought brought me anxiety. Some strange man could be problematic.
How would I find and offer myself to such a guy? Maybe I could find a gay
friendly bar and try to get picked up? I knew that I could be hurt if I
was to tried an fool a guy.
Returning to my thoughts of Jenn I wondered if and how I could get her
interested in me. Then I realized she already was. She was on her own
when she watched me at the track. With her pony tail and t-shirt she had
nailed me. She is who I wanted but how do I ask her without Angelica's
being aware?
Almost an hour into the trip my mind considered the three of four
encounters I had with men, men who seemed to be interested in me.
Thinking of the look and build of the four I noted I was interested is
larger men and Blair was clearly handsome and tall as well as smart. I
wondered how I could explain myself though.
I arrived back home in the late morning still wearing my new wig. A
neighbor might have questioned the blonde if they weren't all busy with
their day. Actually I was surprised that either Mr. Johns, the retired
mechanic nor Mrs. Greggs who lived opposite me, hadn't approached me
during the past two weeks.
Getting some water to hydrate I realized that Thomas might be the man.
Angelica had made it clear in her note but he would definitely share any
sexual adventure we had with her, and maybe that other woman too. I need
only text him she had implied. There was little to no chance he would
hurt me nor be surprised by my boy bits.
I got focused on the backup of work and didn't consider the new adventure
for the rest of the afternoon. Bill's text near five brought me out of my
work head though.
"I'm sorry I wasn't more understanding. Did some research on your
changes. Seems I could have a friend who's a new girl. I'll tried to be
more respectful next time Sara."
I didn't respond, he could stew a bit. I finished up work and headed to
get some groceries.
The WFM was always crowded around dinnertime. There were very good
prepared foods available and I was standing on line when I saw Cynthia
just a few steps ahead of me. I wondered if she would recognize me with
the wig. She would never have missed me with my short cut. Thankfully I'd
found that salon yesterday.
I was busy making notes on my phone and barely focused on the progress of
the line. I looked up a minute later, she must have left the line. I
looked about and didn't see her. Turning around I looked right into
Cynthia face. She must have re-joined the wait. She looked up at me but
didn't seem to see me.
I was surprised to be this close to her. I had in that brief moment seen
so many details that my male self wouldn't have noticed. Her scent, rose
and jasmine, reminded me of slow dancing with her five months ago while
we both attended a wedding. Lynn was in the bridal party so I spent time
with Cynthia. She actually was Lynn's most beautiful girlfriend. I had
been aware of her subtle interest as we moved about the dance floor.
"I wondered how long it would be before I meet you Sara," Cynthia said
quietly.
"I must say your hair looks great, and you move very well in those 4"
heels."
I hadn't turned about, just slowly moving forward. I was next to select.
"I'll meet you at the cafe 'Sara'," Cynthia said a little louder since I
had step away. At least she hadn't caused a scene.
My appetite had changed and I moved to the salads but was too distracted
to do anything. I simply moved away. I considered running out of the
store, but turning to look where she was found her right beside me.
"Oh Sara, I've upset you." Taking my hand she moved us to a small table.
I looked to her face, "I am a little disconcerted to see you here
Cynthia."
She was slyly smiling, "I'll bet you are. Well girl, this is what I'll
help you deal with. Lynn of course shared her lunch meeting with you a
week ago. But your phone picture didn't prepare me for the woman I see
before me. Yes Sara, I do think you're a woman. There are many reasons
for this but let's have a real dinner. I'll grab some shrimp and
vegetables, you get a good white wine and we'll cook together at my
place. How's that sound?"
I looked to her eyes, I was distraught but maybe her plan was a good one.
"Sure Cynthia, let's do that."
I hadn't been to her house so I followed her black Miata. I was surprised
she live less than a mile from the school where I walked. How had I
missed this?
"I bought this house only two months ago. I realized I couldn't keep
waiting to get into a good relationship. I needed the tax break as well.
Here put that Montrachet, no let's just open it. I need a drink as much
as you do. The glasses are just to the right. I'll get the shrimp cleaned
if you'll use the other sink and prepare the salad."
Her talking was calming me. I withdrew the cork and handed her a small
taste.
"I like your selection. The subtle butter of this chard fruit is
exquisite."
Thirty minutes later I realized I had found my first female friend. I had
not enjoyed her snarkiness while I'd dated Lynn. Now I sense that we were
both attracted to one another, even back then.
"I'm a bisexual Sara. When we were dancing at Tanya's wedding my panties
were damp."
She was standing near the range looking at me, "I've wanted you since
Lynn first introduced us almost a year ago."
Later we were sitting on her porch, our heels off and feet up, "I'll take
your earlier comment about dancing as a compliment but I'm off the range
pending the changes ahead for me Cynthia."
She moved closer and she could have kissed me, but she said, "Oh Baby, I
can wait for you!"
The End of part Eleven
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