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I tossed and turned all night, finally falling asleep in the early morning hours. I was jolted awake about 7 AM, having been in a wild nightmare where I was being chased, naked down a narrow alley. I briefly tried to fall back asleep, but I gave up, realizing I was too anxious. I had worn my original nightgown and a small thong to bed. I figured no one else would be up, so I quietly made my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. I had more or less tiptoed down the hall, so my heels wouldn't make any noise. I had to shake my head at myself. I had become so indoctrinated into my feminine ways that it was difficult for me to give up wearing heels, even when it didn't really matter. I shut my eyes as I stood in front of the coffee maker, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the fresh brew. Lost in my thoughts of what might happen later that day, I didn't hear Tom until he was no more than a foot behind me. "Fresh coffee smells great doesn't it? It will wake me up, every time. You have some for me?" As he asked the last question, he stepped closer, putting his hands on my bare ass cheeks that were not covered by my nightgown. Spreading them apart, I could feel the strength in his hands. His actions had awakened me completely, my heart now racing at this surprising turn of events. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He stood there wearing only the thin pajama bottoms but no top. With my ass cheeks wide open he pressed his groin against me. I felt his cock immediately, warm, hard, even pulsing. He wiggled his body so its hard form, pointing upward was wedged between my cheeks. He felt huge back there and I was way uncomfortable, so I tried to move to the side. He reacted quicker than me, however, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. "I've enjoyed having you around this week, probably more than you know. Annette really acts like a slut when she sees you flashing me. She's given me some of the best sex in a long time. But a man can't help but want a taste of something new. Especially something hot, forbidden and in your case unique. You remember that feeling? It can make you do crazy things. I know you're family and all, but it's not like we're blood relatives. Besides I'm pretty sure you can't get pregnant." Tom leaned forward and started kissing my shoulder, moving up my neck toward my ear. His actions brought goose bumps on my skin and I was getting scared and nervous. I hated the feel of his cock on my ass. Again, I tried to move but he squeezed me tighter. "I don't expect we can fuck right now, but I would love to check out your new boobs. They look great. I bet they feel and taste even better." Pulling back, he forced me to turn, rotating me so my back was pinned against the counter. I glanced down and saw his cock still hard, bobbing against his pajamas. He pressed forward so he used his body weight and his cock to keep me still. Sliding his hands upward from my waist, he gathered my nightgown in them, gradually exposing first my belly and then my bare breasts. He moved my gown upward until he held it completely above my breasts, his hands now holding me at my arm pits. The coolness of the kitchen accentuated by my fear, caused my nipples to harden, so they stuck out an inch or so. He moaned as he bent down and took my nipple in his mouth. He bit it lightly, ran his tongue over it and then sucked it and part of my breast into his mouth. Again the contrast between the cool air and his warm mouth caused me to startle. I wanted him to stop, to leave me alone and considered screaming. Instead I tried to push him back. "Tom, stop it. What would Annette say if she saw you? Plus, Dani wouldn't like it either. This isn't right." He looked up at me and grinned. Ignoring my pleas, he move to my other breast and repeated the process. After a minute or so, he straightened up and moved his hands to fondle my breast, alternating lightly squeezing them and rolling my hard nipples between his fingers. As he did so he looked at me with his sick grin. The whole time his cock was pressed against me. Finally, he seemed to come to his senses and he moved his body away, but glanced down at me. Seeing something he chuckled. "Annette was right. You love this stuff. Your panties are wet and that little cock of yours is hardly stiff at all. She told me Dan was training you to come like a girl. I guess she's right about you being born to be a woman. Tell you what, if you don't tell my wife about this, I won't tell your husband that you creamed your panties." He laughed at that, as he released me to sit at the table. Still grinning, he motioned at the coffee pot. "Looks like it's ready. I like mine black." I was humiliated, and didn't know what to do. So, I turned away from him, pulled my gown down to cover my breasts, although my rock-hard nipples were still poking out. I picked up his cup, filled it with coffee, and turned toward him again. I desperately wanted to fling the hot liquid all over him. To burn him with it, the way his touch burned my skin, but I didn't. I knew I wasn't that brave, or that thoughtless about Annette. Like my tryst with her the other day, this would just have to remain a secret. I placed the coffee on the table and pivoted to pour my cup. I added the sugar and cr?me. I had wanted coffee to clear the cobwebs from my head so I could think clearer about today. But Tom's actions had already done that. I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time a man tried to have his way with me. I had just taken the first sip, when I heard footsteps. Annette walked into the room, headed toward me. I wanted to tell her what happened, to have her hold me and defend me against her husband. But I was also embarrassed and worried that I somehow had encouraged Tom's actions. So once again, I did nothing. I felt trapped and had lost my will to fight back. I felt like my life was going to be over today anyway, so what did it really matter. I looked at her and asked if she wanted a cup, now hoping she hadn't seen any of my interaction with Tom. She moved next to me, wrapped an arm around me, and smiled. "Thanks honey. Guess you couldn't sleep, huh? I can understand you being excited about today. Dan will be so pleased with you. I'm just glad you came to me so I could help with this." I smiled back, but inside I felt empty. Everyone seemed to think I was excited about being a woman. But I saw it as leaving my real life behind and living a lie. But I guess it was too late now. So we sat at the table together. Tom kept looking at me, leering almost. Annette gave me glances, showing support and treating me like a sister. My mind spun, as I realized this was going to be the rest of my life. Finally, Annette asked if we wanted eggs. Life went on as if this was just another day. After breakfast, I offered to clean up and then went back to my room. It was still about six hours until the reunion, so I decided to take a shower and wash my hair. I took the opportunity to closely shave my face and trim up a few loose hairs around my cock. It was difficult for me to look at it now. It seemed so out of place with the rest of my body and honestly, I felt betrayed by how it reacted lately. I would never have imagined being able to come without it getting hard. Now it seemed almost automatic and I had to really fondle it to get it fully engorged. It was just one more thing about my new life that puzzled and frustrated me. After my shower, I rolled my hair the way Annette had shown me so I could get my curly hairdo. By then, my lack of sleep caught up with me and thankfully I fell asleep on the bed. It was a good three hours before I woke again. This time I felt refreshed. Surprisingly, I had lost the gloomy feeling that had enveloped me that morning. Even looking back at Tom's actions, I was able to feel better about them because in a way it signaled how convincing my appearance as a woman was becoming. He was attracted to me even knowing I was technically still a man. Maybe my life wasn't ruined after all. I mean Dani loved me and would probably be so excited when she saw the new me at the reunion that maybe I could convince her to have sex like the old days, me fucking her. Who knows? With this encouraging thought, I started getting ready. I put on the new light green bra and panty. Fitting the panty around my waist so that the lace trim on the thong gave just the right look to my ass cheeks sent a wave of pride through me. The same thing when I hooked my bra. I had to admit my breasts were lovely and not many men or even women would not find them attractive. Sitting down on the floor by the full-length windows, I began applying my makeup using the natural light streaming in from outside. Annette and I had tried various looks for me over the past few days and I knew just how I wanted to be. Even though it was a casual event, we agreed that using more makeup, sort of an evening look, would be best. So I applied full foundation, concealer, and blush to contour my cheeks and face. I used a brow powder and sealer to get the full arch that my shaped brows could provide. I used lots of eyeliner, shadow and my new false lashes to make my blue eyes standout. Layering mascara on top of my false lashes, gave me a very sultry look. I finished by using lip liner and shiny lipstick in a rich maroon color. The contrast between my light skin and the colorful eyes and lips gave me a very feminine appearance. With my face done, it was now a little more than an hour before we were to leave. I hadn't dressed completely yet, as Annette had put my sports outfit in her closet soon after my surgery. I went ahead and pulled on my stockings, reaching just above my knees. The clip-on bows gave a whimsical, yet sexy look. I buckled on my platform shoes. I still wasn't sure they were right for a bowling party, but I guess Annette was right in that it was mostly the men who would be participating. I checked my hair and it was dry. Removing each roller, the curled hair bounced down as it was released. Each one I removed gave me more and more curls. With the rollers all out, I shook my head to loosen the curls a little. Next to my implants, getting my hair cut and styled this way was the biggest commitment I had made to being a girl. I had hated wearing a wig. It was hot, was tight on my head and I always had a headache at the end of the day. But once I removed it, I could go back to being Hank easily. Not now. The bangs, angled cut, highlights, and of course all the bouncy curls were all feminine. Other than getting a buzz cut, I couldn't avoid the overly feminine look my hair gave me. But today, I was glad I had it. Along with my extensive makeup, it would make my debut as Hanna as convincing as I could be. As I had gotten ready, I decided to just be positive today. If down the road, I reversed my breast surgery, I would explain it then. But pouting and being depressed about my new life wouldn't change anything. So I covered my curls with lots of hairspray. I wanted them to be bouncy, pert, and sexy, not wilted, stringy, and loose. With my face, hair, and lingerie complete, I went to finish my look. I picked up the box with the diamond jewelry my new sisters had gotten for me. They had started this process of shifting me fully to a feminine persona with these accessories, so I was going to use them all. I carefully switched out the stud earrings, putting in a dangle style and diamond solitaire in each ear. Next was the necklace, bracelets, and anklet. I slipped the big diamond ring on the ring finger of my right hand and again being very careful, switched out the plain navel ring for the glittery, dangle that filled my bellybutton. I glanced in the mirror. The shiny, glittery jewels spread about my body seem to reflect light wherever I turned. I could see how these would draw even more attention to my looks, as if I needed that. I now was dressed except for the matching skirt and top. Slipping on my robe, I went to Annette's room to see how the whole outfit looked. Tom was already in the living room. Annette was touching up her makeup. Seeing her outfit made me shudder a second. She had a cute peplum top, capris and flat leather sandals. She was very casual in appearance. I knew I was dressed as opposite of that as possible. Hearing me enter the room, she stood up and knew what I wanted. Going to her closet, she brought out the skirt and top combo, laying them on her bed. I was a bit eager to see how my whole outfit looked, being concerned now that I was dressed inappropriately for the reunion. I picked up the top and carefully pulled it on over my head, making sure I didn't get makeup on it. I could tell it was fitting tightly, as I had to pull it down over my large bust. I was pleased to see that the neckline didn't reveal my bra, although the lace on the cups was right at the edge of the trim. The way the bra uplifted my breasts gave me fantastic cleavage and a very sexy look. The fabric was a clingy nylon that molded around my breasts, fitting so tight that in profile it looked like the top was painted on. When I tried it on at the store, the top extended past my navel, but with my new larger breasts, it only came down to the top of my bellybutton. I looked in the mirror, and it seemed okay, especially since I now had a lovely piece of jewelry for my pierced navel. It wasn't a look I would have chosen for myself initially, but I could live with it now. Turning away from the mirror, I picked up the skirt off the bed. I unzipped the back and stepped into it. Immediately, I noticed that the panty which had been sewn into it, had been carefully cut out. I went ahead and adjusted the skirt on my hips, zipped up the back, and centered the pleats in front. Glancing down I could see it was very short. I stepped to the wall mirror and it seemed okay from the front. Short, but okay. I swiveled so I could look over my shoulder to see how it was in the back. Again, fine. I had to admit the look with my stockings stopping just above my knees, leaving a gap of bare skin below my skirt was a very cute, but maybe too sexy for the event. As I looked I bent forward a bit, and realized that with any movement, my bare ass cheeks would peek out from under the skirt. It was obviously designed to be short, but the built-in panty was supposed to provide some coverage. I wasn't sure this would work at all and looked over at Annette who had been watching me get dressed. "Annette, you cut out the attached panty for this skirt, why? It's so short I can't move without flashing my butt! I expected it to be tighter up top, but your change makes it unwearable. I've got to find something else now." "Oh don't be silly Hanna. You look wonderful. So sexy, yet cute. I love the way your knee stockings look with that short skirt. I'm sure the guys will love it too. I just thought that the attached panty was far too staid for the rest of your outfit; it looked like a diaper it was so thick. It was only there so the wearer could play tennis or run. So really, it wasn't necessary any more. I assumed your new bust size would be really emphasized now, and it is. I mean, it looks like you can see every inch of your lovely new boobs. So it makes more sense that your skirt is short and tight too. It's not like you're naked down there. Your panty covers everything and is pretty on its own right. So what if you're showing off a little, that's a girl's prerogative. Do a spin for me and let me see how much shows." Her arguments didn't persuade me, but I did a little spin so she could see. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that because the skirt was tight, only the bottom half of each butt cheek was visible. I bent over from the waist and about the same amount of skin was visible. I shook my head, but didn't know what else to do. None of my other outfits I had at her house would be better suited for a casual event, unless it was my romper. Even that showed as much leg and breast in its own way as this outfit. So I felt trapped. I looked over at Annette again, wishing I could wear something more casual like her. It seemed so unfair. I was so new at dressing like a woman, and all my friends and Dani seemed to want me to dress like I was an experienced female. Going to the reunion was stressful enough on its own, but because of my outfit, I was going to have to be careful how I walked, sat, and moved at all times. Just moving in front of the mirror was causing my stockings to stretch. I could tell I would have to be pulling them up constantly. I knew how that would look to a guy; it wasn't like adjusting your socks. Something about stockings invariably looked sexy to guys. If you pulled them up, smoothed them, or adjusted them at all, it made men think you were putting on a show. "Doesn't that show too much? Isn't this a family thing? I mean if kids are going to be there, I don't want to go looking this. Everything is short or tight; I feel like a stripper. It's bad enough to be stared at by men, but kids looking would make it too weird. Maybe I could just borrow some capris or shorts from you?" "You look terrific, just relax. There reunion is primarily for people who lived in the neighborhood, so kids won't be coming. Many people don't even bring their spouses unless they are local. I mean if I still looked as hot as you, I'd be showing more too. Trouble is, my hips are too big and I'm too small up top. Plus, if I know Tom, he'll be looking all night, so I'll just wait and reap my rewards later, you know? Now get your stuff together, any makeup you need for touchups, a brush, your perfume, and wallet. I've got the perfect little purse that will look great with those shoes. I'll be done in a second, it's almost time to go." I could tell this was going to be a horrible day. The only good thing would be seeing Dani again and going home at the end of the day. I told myself I could survive this nightmare if I just focused on how happy she would be at how I looked and how willing I was to try to please her. If I thought about how radical my life might change as a result of this party I would have freaked out. I just closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Gathering my makeup and things took my mind off my anxiety, unless I focused again on how different my life was now. Before the only thing I thought about at a party was whether Dani would agree to be the designated driver, so I could have more than one beer. But not tonight. Once I had my stuff in Annette's purse, which did go great with my outfit, I also packed my suitcase. I wanted to be ready to go home with Dani, straight from the reunion. Being sexy for Tom and Annette, had also ramped up my own sexual desires and I missed being with my wife, or husband, whatever I should call her now. I brought my stuff out to the living room, which got Tom up to his feet. I could see him look me over, and it felt like my skin was on fire, being so exposed. But he didn't say anything other than to offer to put my suitcase in the car, which he did. Annette came down from the bedroom shortly and we were on our way. My pulse was racing as we drove to the bowling alley. I kept rehearsing what to say to people who knew me as Hank. I also pictured Dani's reaction to my new look. I wondered if she would noticed my increased bust. If she would be happy with my new hairdo. If she would think I went overboard with my outfit. Whether wearing all the flashy jewelry was too much or not. These questions help distract me from the pounding in my chest and the lightheadedness that was washing over me. My nerves were a wreck. I knew I would need a drink as soon as we got there. Pulling into the parking lot, I could see it was full. We were about 20 minutes later than when Annette said it was supposed to start. A quick glance and I spotted our car, which meant Dani was here. Inwardly I prayed that maybe my co-workers and neighbors had decided to skip the reunion. Hopefully, they didn't like to bowl or had something else planned. In any case, it was time to reunite with Dani. I followed Tom and Annette into the building. The noise was loud, as conversations were going on everywhere. The background music was from the eighties and nineties, I guess being appropriate to when most everyone lived in the neighborhood. I looked around quickly, almost panicked as I searched for Dani. Then I caught sight of her. She was talking to two guys, who I didn't recognize. What floored me immediately was how she was dressed. She was wearing a cute, flowery shift, a pair of low heels, and light black hose. Her makeup was done, although only lightly, and she had styled her hair. It was like she had moved back towards the look we had when we first met. I was so surprised she had returned to a dress, as she seemed convinced that pants were her preference once she had me feminized. Her appearance froze me and I couldn't decide to go over to the group or stay near the entrance. Annette and Tom had spotted her Aunt and headed toward Carol, leaving me alone. Just as I was seriously thinking of running back out the front door, Dani saw me. Her face shifted from a friendly tone to one of shock. She rapidly excused herself from the two guys and came toward me. She was glancing around nervously as she made her way to me. When she got to me, she turned me slightly sideways, and we stepped behind a pillar located to the side of the entrance. "Hank, what are you doing here? And why are you dressed like Hanna? Don't you know people from our neighborhood and your company will be here? Is this why you've been gone from home, to make a statement about your condition?" As she spoke she looked me over. I could tell she was bewildered by my transformation, although I wasn't sure she noticed all of my changes. I was so stunned by her reaction, I hardly knew what to say. After letting her questions hang in the air a few seconds, I blurted out a response. "I thought this is what you wanted. Annette and Cindy told me you'd be thrilled. They convinced me I should go all out to be Hanna. I was sure you'd be pleased. I understood there would be people that knew me, but I was convinced it was what you wanted. Should I leave? Is it too late?" Again, the questions went unanswered for a second. Dani was obviously checking me out further and considering everything as fast as she could. Finally, a small smile appeared on her face. She pulled me in for a hug and then moved back a step. "I should have guessed that Annette was up to something. She's got a reputation for stirring the pot. Plus I'm sure she put you in compromising positions with Tom so she'd reap the benefits. I must admit you look cute, very cute. I love your hair. It suits your face perfectly. I see you did some piercings too. I guess if you're going to go all out, it makes sense. Your whole look is very sexy, but in a sweet girl-next-door way. Did you do your own makeup? Plus what happened to your skirt? The panty is gone. I mean you're going to catch a lot of attention if we stay. But it seems like more has changed. Are you wearing some sort of super padded bra? You look much larger." I couldn't contain it any longer, and began to blush. I also sensed that I had made a huge mistake in allowing Annette to push me down this path, but I felt so trapped now. I looked up at Dani, unable to answer from my shame and humiliation. "That looks like more than padding though. Did you do something to your chest?" I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I glanced down at the floor as I spoke. "Yes, I went for surgery. I thought I was going to get my breasts reduced. But through a horrible mix-up, the doctor took my request to make me look like I did when I was younger to mean I wanted fuller, larger, more balanced breasts. I didn't know what to do when I came out of recovery. Annette told me you'd love it and persuaded me that I couldn't go back now. That's when we did my hair, nails, and got the piercings. I have been doing my own makeup and styled my hair too. I know I'm not the man you married anymore and I can't believe how I got to this point. It wasn't what I meant to happen. It just seemed that you liked me so much this way, that you preferred Hanna to Hank. Pleasing you has become the most important thing in my life, so I swallowed my pride and did as Annette suggested. She said I might as well go to this reunion and quit hiding our new life. Dan, I'm so sorry I messed everything up." Tears started to well up in my eyes and my whole body began to tremble. I was afraid I had totally ruined not only my marriage but my life. Seeing my reaction, Dani wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. As she held me, she whispered in my ear. "Hanna, you haven't messed everything up. We will be fine. In fact, you've shown more courage than I ever expected. I was stunned about your condition and haven't known how to handle it. As we dealt with everything, I found out more about myself than you. I do like you as Hanna more than Hank. I like being in charge. I like the way our sex life has turned. I find your new look so sexy, it's driving me wild. I can't wait to see you naked. But I also like being a girl too, being Dani. For a while, it was nice just being a slob and not caring how I looked, being just one of the guys, being Dan. At first I thought if you looked like a woman, I needed to look and act like a man. But I realized when you were at Annette's that I wanted to be somewhere in between the girly-girl image I had been hiding behind and the macho front I was trying out. But my look doesn't mean I don't want you to look like this. I mean, wow, you are so sexy looking. So, I guess what I'm saying is maybe Annette was right, even if her reasons were wrong. Now that you've taken these steps, it makes it impossible to go back. Even if you cut your hair, removed your piercings, removed all the polish and makeup, you couldn't hide your breasts. I'm just so glad you gave the wrong signals to that doctor, because I would have been devastated if you fixed your condition that way. I love having a sexy partner, who is I guess my wife and I want you to stay that way. By the way, call me Dani again, okay? I guess I want to be who I really am too." She moved to kiss me and slid her hand down to cup my ass cheek. I could feel a twinge of sexual excitement sweep through me, causing my cock to twitch in my panties. Dani lightly ran her left hand over my right boob, feeling for herself the newer, larger curve. As she caressed my body, she plunged her tongue into my mouth, asserting her dominance and control. Finally she broke our kiss and released me. "I guess we might as well go in and meet everyone. I can't wait to introduce Hanna, my wife. I feel so liberated right now. It's just seems right to quit hiding how we feel and what we are. If people can't adjust to the new you, or the new me, or our suddenly lesbian-like life, then we don't need them anyway. But be ready. With the way you look, you're going to get a lot of attention. I'm just going to have to put you on my bowling team, because every guy here is going to be watching you as you bend over to roll the ball down the lane." "What? Annette said only the guys did bowling. I'd never agreed to wear this outfit, if I knew that. I'm mad enough she cut out the attached panty. I feel too exposed as it is." "That girl has more tricks than you could imagine. She's suckered you again. But what the heck, a little ass cheek might get our opponents distracted. Besides, I've worn those types of skirts and the panty usually winds up wedged in your ass anyway or it's so puffy that it looks more like a diaper. At least this way you've got on pretty one underneath. But more importantly, we need to get out in front of this situation. I'll feel better if we go talk to Sandy and your bosses, rather than have them see us unexpectedly. We can set the tone if we do it right. Finally, I'm pretty proud of how you look and how sexy you are. I'd like to do a little showing off. But before we go, let's fix you up. Here's a tissue, you need to dab the tears from your eyes or they'll ruin your mascara. Also you need to touch up your lipstick, I rubbed some off when we kissed." Her words made me feel better about my new look, but I was still mad at Annette and scared overall. I did as she suggested, taking a compact from my purse and using its mirror to fix my makeup. When I was done, Dani took me by the hand and we headed into the room to mingle. We must have made a strange site, in this neighborhood reunion crowd of casually dressed suburbanites. The first person Dani wanted to talk to was our neighbor, Sandy We knew her casually and she had always been friendly and nice. I especially wanted to gauge her reaction because if she had problems, then everyone else could be trouble. It only took us a few moments to locate her, but as we walked by we got lots of stares. I tried to tell myself it was because we were two women holding hands, but I also felt like I was walking around half-naked. This much exposure was something I never experienced as a man and I knew my outfit had to be causing a lot of talk. When we spotted her, she was getting a beer from the bar and we came up behind her. "Howdy neighbor. I hoped you'd be here." Sandy heard Dani's voice and turned to greet us. "Hello Dani. Did Hank come...?" A look of puzzlement washed over her face as she saw me. A quick look up and down and seeing Dani hold my hand, really had her off stride. But it took just a moment for her to smile in a friendly way. I wasn't sure if she recognized me as Hank or not. "Sandy, this is Hanna. Did Jack come with you today?" "No, he usually skips these reunions, as he doesn't know anyone and the chatter always focuses on things we did in the past. Truthfully, he spent most of the day playing golf and I'm sure he's at the bar getting drunk with his buddies now. Hello Hanna, nice to finally meet you. I've got to be honest, I wondered if something was up with you two. I mean, I saw a cute girl once out on the deck at your house, who looked amazingly similar to Hank. Now that I know what's happening, I feel better. I have to say Hanna, you look amazing. Maybe a bit over the top in that outfit, but I'm sure the guys will like checking you out. Can I be blunt, since it's just us girls? I assume this is something that Hank felt all along, but suppressed. What finally brought you to make the change? I think it is so brave to be yourself, even if it is surprising to others. I don't think I could do it, but I admire you two. How long have you been out?" The onslaught of questions caught me off-guard at first, but I understood what a shock it must be. Dani squeezed my hand and took control, answering Sandy's questions and interjecting details in anticipation of follow-ups. Seeing how accepting my neighbor was of my new lifestyle, made me feel better but more than that it was how Dani stepped forward to deflect the pressure from me to herself. She made it seem like she had encouraged me to make the change public, as it fit better with her own personal feelings and desires. Of course, I had to give a few details about some of my changes, but Dani made it clear that a medical condition had led us to start this process. Now she told Sandy she felt totally blessed to have this opportunity, leaning in to give me a quick kiss as she finished. As we parted to continue to mingle, Sandy told us that we would have to get together soon, just the three of us girls, for some more serious talk, maybe over a few glasses of wine. Before we could leave, she came to me and gave me a big hug and told me she was glad to have us as neighbors. I smiled, trying to keep from crying, and told her that her reaction made me feel so much calmer about our situation. I could see my real voice caused her to react more, I guess maybe making my conversion even more convincing. Taking my hand, Dani led me to meet others from her old neighborhood. Most seem to be puzzled, but accepting, although she did get a few unwelcoming stares from a few people. We worked out way around until we saw my boss Tim and Don, another coworker standing with a tall, broad chested man, next to one of the bowling lanes. Dani whispered it was time to finish our transition. I swallowed nervously and let her pull me toward my fate. As we walked toward them, Dani let go of my hand. As we approached, I saw Tim look over at us. His first glance was similar to others I had seen from men at the reunion, a quick scan up and down my body, finally gazing at my cleavage. It didn't look like he had spent more than a second checking out my face. His eyes then went to Dani, and his face showed he recognized her. A smile on his face, he greeted us. "Hi Dani, great to see you. I hoped you'd come tonight. Any chance Hank came with you? I need to give him a hard time about missing work this week. He hasn't made a run for it, has he?" Tim followed his jab, with a quick laugh. Then he looked more intently at us and I saw confusion cross his face. He stared openly at me and I felt he was beginning to connect the dots. Don, who was a supervisor of another group, had been silently, but now began to smile slightly, as if he was catching on to a joke. The tallest man, someone I hadn't met, seemed interested in Dani, but he did do the body scan of me that almost every man had done at the party. I was starting to feel light-headed as I realized that I was stepping over a threshold in my life that I likely couldn't back over. Once Tim and Don saw me as Hanna, they wouldn't be able to undo that impression. My legs were a little shaky, and I was just glad that Dani was close enough to support me. I couldn't bring myself to make full eye contact with any of the men, so I just sort of looked toward them in an unfocused way, seeing but not fully. I really wished I had gotten a drink or two before making this move. Dani, though was undeterred by the situation and smiled at all of the men. "Hello Tim, we've been looking for you. I knew you'd make it, as you love to reminisce about old times. But no, Hank didn't make a run for it. He did make a major change, though. A change brought on by a medical condition he's been dealing with. A condition that required a new life style but one we are both really happy about. So, I'd like to introduce you to Hanna. She's my wife now, but still your employee." I could see the shock sweep across Tim's face. Don's smile flattened out, as he processed what Dani said. It took only a few seconds for Tim to understand and realize as my boss, he needed to be respectful of me in this situation. I don't think our company had specific training for this, but I knew I had attended seminars on diversity and how important it was to be inclusive. There were several employees that were openly gay or lesbian, and in fact one worked in the HR department. So, I wasn't worried about losing my job, but still I knew this was going to be an adjustment that would be awkward for everyone. As Tim and the others looked at me, I knew I needed to speak up. "Hi Tim, Don. I hope my absence this past week didn't make any problems at work. But I needed to do this. It was something that was essential for me and Dani. I know it seems unusual, maybe even extreme, and may cause some problems, so I just hope we can work it out without too much disruption. I plan on being back at my job on Monday, unless you think that would be unwise." Again, I could sense the wheels turning in his head. I wasn't sure how he felt privately, but I knew he was a good supervisor and followed company policy in regard to his workers. Finally, a slight grin spread across his face. "Nice to meet you Hanna. I'll be glad to have you at work on Monday. I'm sure I can work out any adjustment we need to do to get old Hank's work back on track. In fact, Justin filled in for him and did a really nice job. His engineering background gave us a bit of an advantage with Hank's assignments. I bet if we combine your skills with his, that we can make a team that will improve our production in that area. Seeing you like this does clear up something for me. Tammy, my secretary, thought she saw you wearing a bra once or twice at work. I told her she must be wrong. But I guess, maybe she was right about you. Now it's pretty clear that you needed one for support. So don't worry, I think we can help you fully in this time of transition. Plus I have to admit, honestly, it will be easier to work with you than Hank. You're much nicer on the eyes than he ever was." Everyone sort of chuckled at his joke about appearances. Smiling, he reached out, but rather than shake my hand like he would with a man, he grasped my upper arm, giving it a light squeeze before patting, then rubbing it. I instantly recognized this move, as he used with all the women at work. It was a sort of more intimate, parochial contact. Don spoke up, following Tim's lead, also saying he was glad to meet me. The way they both acted like I was someone entirely different and Hank was gone made me feel both more at ease but also uncomfortable. I knew they had to be feeling the same awkwardness. I guess Hank was gone and they were just trying to figure out how much of him this new person, Hanna, retained. Tim's remark about replacing Hank with a team between me and Justin did confirm my expectations of how he would work me in as Hanna. I knew he favored male leaders for groups, as there were no women in those roles. So I could tell he already had moved Justin into my leadership role, as I had expected. What caught me off guard was his obvious staring at my body. He made little pretense about it, glancing repeatedly at my cleavage and was very slow to remove his hand from my arm. It made me more uneasy about how things would go at work, as it triggered memories of how he interacted with other women there. Experiencing it made it seem real now, but I had seen him hug women, rub their backs, massage their shoulders, and even stroke their leg, if they sat next to him. It had seemed innocent when I watched as Hank, but as Hanna, I saw it for what it was. Tim was subtly letting them know he was in charge, and he felt he could be more intimate with them because they were female. Just when things were really starting to get strange, the tall man in our group spoke up. "Daniella, I was hoping you'd come. I've not seen you since I left for college. You look wonderful." He moved to her and gave her a hug. She responded in a very receptive way, perhaps even more eagerly than he did. As he broke the hug moving his arms back, she turned him so he faced me. I noticed they kept one arm wrapped around the other's waist. I immediately sensed that Dani had an interest in this man, as I could see it in her eyes. She always had a look about her when she found someone attractive and that look was present for this man. "Honey, I want you to meet an old friend of mine. This is James. He lived right next door to us when I was growing up. Of course, he was several years older than me, being a senior in high school when I was a freshman. James this is my wife Hanna. I guess you heard some of our recent transition, but we've been married ten years. No kids, but a wonderful marriage, which is now headed in a brand new direction. How about you? Your mom told Aunt Carol you'd gotten married in college. Is your wife here too?" "No, in fact I'm single now. We divorced about a year ago. Luckily we didn't have kids either, so it was a rather clean separation. But one reason I wanted to come to this reunion, other than maybe seeing you, was that I'm moving back here for a job in a few weeks. I thought I'd see who was left in the area from our old neighborhood, as well as scout out possible living quarters. I can't tell you how great it is to see you. I thought about you often and then when I found out I was moving back I hoped to reconnect. You were so friendly and helpful, I was sure you'd be able to give me some advice on locations. Don and Tim told me a lot about the town and it seems the business I'll be joining has some contracts with their company, so I feel better about my move already. But it looks like you two, just got here; why don't we go get a drink while we continue our conversation?" Dani quickly said yes, and after telling Tim I would see him first thing on Monday, we went to the cash bar. James insisted on paying for our drinks and we sat down at a table at the edge of the room. It was noticeable how attracted Dani was to him, she even sat closer to him than me at the table. But I also saw him eyeing me multiple times. I guess he was trying to figure out how much of a guy I was anymore. But the way they interacted told me a lot. As they talked I could tell that Dani had a crush on him when she was younger and it seemed as if she still found him attractive. But now, that interest was being returned by him. They even found lots of intentional 'unintentional' ways of touching each other. When we finished our drinks, Dani turned to me and told me to go get us another round. I sensed it was both a way for her to be alone with James for a moment and a signal to him who was in control of our relationship. I excused myself and went to order more drinks. While I was standing there, I adjusted my stockings and checked my makeup with my compact. I knew these were very feminine moves, but felt I needed to do both. When I got our drinks and turned to go back to the table, I saw Tom and Annette nearby. He of course winked at me. I guess he thought I was still putting on a show for him. Back at our table, I saw where James had moved closer to Dani and since they were on the backside of the table, I had to lean over to give them their drinks. This of course gave him an eyeful of my breasts in the tight, low-cut top. My move prompted giggles from Dani and a wry smile from James. I looked a bit confused, so Dani confessed that she told James that I had just had surgery so I would be prettier for her. I sensed right away that James now saw me fully as a woman, and not male competitor for Dani's attention. In fact the way he looked at me, especially my breasts, made me think he might be attracted to me as well. Maybe he was having ideas of a threesome. The way that thought popped into my head, with little actual evidence to support it, shook me for a second. It was clear that I was having issues about not being male in my daily life any longer, and doubts were surfacing about my role in relationships. I had to mentally shake my head as I seemed to think every man wanted me now that I looked like a woman. Dani had flipped me sexually, so that I was the submissive, receiving partner rather than the dominant, penetrating one. Maybe I envisioned others seeing me that way as well. I closed my eyes briefly, just to clear such thoughts from my mind. I was not going to fall into such questioning traps just because I did not look like I used to. I could still be confident about my marriage and my life. I smiled at James as I sat down, smoothing my skirt so as to cover me as much as possible. "Yes I thought it might help me with my condition, although in hindsight it does seem a bit selfish and self-centered. Plus, I let my sister-in- law talk me into wearing this silly outfit. It really isn't what I normally wear." "Sounds like you're really changed what you normally wear anyway. I think it is a very pretty outfit and you look nice in it. Sometimes people feel that they have to follow a certain dress code. I like that you seem comfortable switching your look. As far as being a selfish act, it seems like you did it more for Dani than anything, so it is more selfless in my eyes. Overall, you two make a very attractive couple. I'm sure you'll find lots of ways to fit into new relationships and roles. It already sounds like your boss has plans to pair you with a guy at work. You just have to be open to new experiences." As he talked, I noticed he put his arm around Dani's waist. A subtle move which she didn't resist. She reached out and put her hand on mine, squeezing it lightly. Her face looked happy, almost radiant. Looking at me and then over to James, she made a toast. A toast to a new life, new adventures, and renewed acquaintances. I tried hard not to read too much into it, as I took a sip of beer. The alcohol had begun to reduce my tension and I focused on just getting through the rest of the party. I mean, I was already out to my neighbor and boss, so my path was set for a while at least. I might as well try to relax and enjoy Dani's reunion. As we talked, it was clear that Dani was attracted to James. They both seemed to exchange touches, glances, and subtle innuendo almost subconsciously. There was definitely some kind of bond being formed. But scarily, James was almost as flirty with me as Dani. He apparently liked touching, as he would reach out and run his fingers over Dani's arm when she spoke or pat my shoulder when she said something funny. He even went as far as to rub his leg against mine at one point. Until recently, I had never had that kind of contact with a man, and it made me nervous. Just as I was about to say something, Aunt Carol came by. She said hello, told Dani and I that we both looked cute, and welcomed James back to the neighborhood. She had heard he was moving back to town. But before she left, she told us we needed to sign up for a bowling team, as we were about to start the event. She explained that she wanted everyone on a four-person, mixed-sex team. We'd each bowl two or so frames and add them up for one score. Best scores would get a prize. I tried to tell her I wasn't sure I wanted to play, using the excuse I didn't live in the old neighborhood, but she would have none of it. I turned to Dani for moral support, as she knew I was uncomfortable about how I was dressed. She looked at me and then over at James. "Well sounds like we need to join a team. Are you bowling with anyone James?" "No, I haven't spoken to anyone about it. Can I bowl with you and Hanna?" "Sure. I guess that means we need to recruit another guy for the team, don't' you think so Hanna?" Dani's dig at me corresponded with her grabbing James's hand in hers. She smiled at me, as if to demonstrate that she didn't considered me manly any longer. I wasn't sure what to do, but as I fumbled around, Tim came back over to our table. I noticed he was not with Don any longer. "Hey guys, you got a team yet? Don was here with his wife, brother and sister-in-law, so they have a team. I was wondering, could you use a fourth person?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, we could. I was hoping we could find a single male to join us. As long as you aren't intent on winning the prize. I haven't bowled since I left the neighborhood and I imagine Hanna will have a time in those heels and long fingernails even getting the ball down the alley." The guys laughed at that, and when I inquired about using bowling shoes, they laughed even more. They informed me that since this were just casual games, and there were more people here than the alley had shoes, management had told them they could just use street shoes. I cursed my luck. It was going to be bad enough in the short skirt, but heels would make it almost impossible. I hadn't even considered my nails and how they might keep me from putting my fingers in the holes of the bowling ball. I just closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and told myself to just get through this night. As I was calming down, I felt a warm hand grab my thigh just below the hem of my skirt. My eyes popped open and I turned to see that Tim had sat beside me and had placed his hand on my leg. He had a sly grin on his face. I could also see that Dani and James were still holding hands. "It will be okay, honey. If I remember correctly James is a pretty good bowler and I still belong to a league, so I think we can carry you two girls. We may not win, but we should be competitive. I know for sure we will have the two cutest teammates out of everybody." As he finished, he slid his hand down and lightly ran it around the upper hem of my stocking. Tim finally removed it, but had kept his eyes on mine the whole time. I felt violated and intimated at the same time. He had touched me so casually, yet in a sexual way that I was unnerved. All I could think about was how I would have to deal with him every day at work. Would he think he could be this forward there too? Maybe I need to put my foot down now, so as to set a precedent. But before I could react, Dani stood up. The guys followed, with Tim graciously offering me his hand to help me to my feet. I did so, but quickly adjusted my skirt before we headed to the signup sheets at the desk. James walked next to Dani and Tim fell in beside me. Reaching the desk, James took charge and started filling in a sheet. Tim surprised me again, by placing his arm around my waist and pulling me next to him, so he could whisper in my ear. "Hanna, I know this might seem odd to you, perhaps even too forward. But I want you to know how attractive you are, to reassure you that when you come to work on Monday, everything will be fine. I don't want you feeling insecure about your appearance or how your sudden conversion from man to girl appears to others. I will be there to support you and will be sure to instruct Justin to treat you not only with respect, but also let you know how sensual you are. I understand that for women, much of their self-esteem comes from being viewed as pretty and sexually attractive. You certainly meet those goals. As a single guy, you've perked my interest and I'm sure other men at the office will see you similarly. So try to relax and enjoy your new found attention. As Hank, you were just another guy, a regular sort of work-a-day fellow who didn't stand out. As Hanna, you will garner a lot of attention, as you have the kind of attributes that men like to look at. So enjoy this, don't tense up when a man compliments you, or wants to let you know how pretty you are with a soft touch or a friendly hug. I sensed your tension when I did what men naturally do with a sexy girl and I'm going to do everything I can to help you become comfortable with that kind of male attention. Hopefully by the time the reunion is over, you will be well on your way to appreciating the casual caress, a quick squeeze, or the lingering touch of an admiring man." As if to reinforce his message, Tim had held me tight against his body using his arm around my waist. His eyes were focused on my breasts and by squeezing me he had help push them upward making them even more prominent. He had kept his lips right next to my ear, occasionally grazing my cheek as he spoke. He finished by releasing me and as he withdrew his arm, slipping his hand under the back of my skirt, lightly rubbing across my bare ass cheeks under the thin material. His actions made my skin crawl, but I felt helpless. I knew I was going to be in foreign territory when I returned to work. I would certainly need his support to help explain my transition. So I tolerated him taking liberties with my body and forced myself to smile at him, as if it was all okay. "Thanks, Tim, I appreciate your help and support. I will try to remember your advice when I come back to work. I just want everyone to let me do my job and I don't want to be a distraction." "Don't worry honey, you'll be more of an attraction than anything. I'll be sure everyone knows how willing you are to be cooperative and a team player." The words 'team player' struck a note within me. I had heard him refer to other women in his group that way, when he had positioned them as subordinate to a male. Tim was a big believer that women should be there to help their man, whether it was their husband, boyfriend, or boss. Although he never expressed it outright, he obviously saw women's roles as to be the willing partner to the men in their lives. Perhaps, I would have to learn to act that way now at work, beginning with supporting Justin as he took the lead role for my group. These thoughts filled my head as we got our team score sheet and headed to our assigned bowling lane. I was so focused on how work was changing that it didn't dawn on me till I was there, that we were surrounded by a small crowd. As teams finished, they would get drinks or snacks and watch others bowl. I was immediately intimated. Tim sensed this and took me over to select a bowling ball. James was helping Dani too, and together we looked at the choices. Of course the guys had shown us the rack with the smaller weight balls, almost all in bright pastel colors, designed for smaller, weaker women. Dani found one that fit quickly, but it took me a moment to find one that had deep enough finger holes that would accommodate my new longer fingernails. With our bowling balls, we moved to the lane. James went first and made a strike. Dani followed him, and did okay finishing with a spare. Tim spared too, so that left me. I was nervous as I stepped up. I knew when I went to roll the ball, I had to bend over, which would flash my ass cheeks to the crowd. I also felt uncomfortable in my heels, as it made it almost impossible to do a smooth approach. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I tried to settle down and went on down the lane. I released the ball, but it veered to the side and only took out a couple of pins. I could hear giggling in the background and a comment by one guy that at least I had a nice form. Waiting for the ball to return, Tim came up to me and gave me a couple of pointers. I tried to remember them as I rolled the second ball, but I only wound up knocking down six pins total. I was glad my part was over. I knew I only needed to do one or two more. Sitting down, next to Dani, she smiled and whispered that I needed to adjust my hose, as they were starting to sag. I did as she suggested, trying my best to be inconspicuous in front of the crowd. The next round saw both Tim and James rolled strikes and Dani got another spare. It was my time again. This time I went down the lane faster, but released the ball a little too early as I was in a hurry. It bounced and went right into the gutter. I couldn't help but blush as the crowd tittered and again made comments. By now, the rail behind our lane was packed with more guys. I could tell they were enjoying the show I was making when I bent over. The embarrassment washed over, as I waited for my ball to come back. Being nervous, I acted without thinking, pulling up and then smoothing out my stockings, and reaching up to tuck in a bra strap that had slipped down my shoulder. Of course, these actions drew the attention of the guys, as did my leaning over to pick up my ball. I tried to do better the second time and did manage to keep it in the lane and get a few pins. I hoped I was done now, but when we reached the tenth frame, Tim and Dani both made strikes which meant I had to roll the last ball. I just wanted it to be over but I had been so nervous that I would fall in my heels that I decided to take them off. I went up to roll the ball in my bare stockings, which made it much easier to do my approach. The ball even left my hand smoothly and headed straight down the alley. Shockingly I knocked down all the pins. I was so excited that I had done it right, that I turned, jumping and squealing as I went back toward my team. There had actually been a small cheer from my admirers. I was so excited that when I approached the bench where Dani, James, and Tim were standing I jumped toward them. Of course, Tim moved right in, catching me in mid-jump to give me a big hug, wrapping his arms across my ass, as he lifted me up to twirl me around. I immediately felt embarrassed again, as I was putting on such a spectacle. Worse yet, I had made it look like I had headed for Tim, which allowed James to hug Dani as we celebrated. I know we looked like two couples, on a date, with the girls hugging their men. I couldn't believe what I had done. I was now being held up in the air by my boss, his face just inches from my boobs. The low cut top practically pressing them against his chin. I leaned forward whispering to him to let me down. He grinned and told me sure beautiful. As he eased me down on my feet again, he took the opportunity to run his hands up my body and down my arms to hold my hands. I could see out of the corner of my eye, that Dani was similarly entwined with James, only closer. It also looked like they exchanged a quick kiss. My insides were tumbling around as the mixed emotions of humiliation, jealousy, and strangely sexual desire mixed together. But what was foremost in mind was how I had reacted after rolling the ball. I had actually squealed and jumped for joy, like a kid. More accurately, like a teenage girl. When I had been diagnosed with gynecomastia, I had asked the doctor if that meant I had more female hormones than most men. His answer had not reassured me. Now, that doubt surfaced again. I could understand looking like a woman, especially after my ill-planned surgery. But how could I act and feel like one? It didn't escape my notice, that when Tim had held me so tight, my cock had twitched and engorged a little in my panties. Was I really more of a woman than I wanted to admit? I had hidden behind the notion that I was being forced to be feminine, that my condition was only window dressing and that I was really all male. But was that true? Maybe I was actually more of a girl than I wanted to acknowledge. These thoughts flew through my head in seconds, as Tim held me. I finally freed myself from Tim's grip, so I could put on my heels again. But sitting down at the bench, I was immediately surrounded by a small group of men, none of whom I recognized. They all wanted to tell me they liked my spirit, how I kept trying to get better through the game. They saluted my willingness to take my shoes off to do a better job, as if that were a big sacrifice. It was awkward, bending over to slip on my shoes and buckle the straps, with them standing in front of me, more or less staring down my top as I moved. I had never realized before how exposed a woman can be in some outfits. One guy, even put his hand on my upper arm and leaned over to ask me if I wanted a beer? I felt like a lamb among wolves. But just as it was getting out of hand, Dani came over and asked if I wanted to get some food with the guys. I was glad to get away from the group of men, but I also felt like I was stepping into a date-like situation. Looking over, I could see that James and Tim had headed toward the desk to turn in our score sheet. Dani suggested maybe we should go to the bathroom to freshen up before we ate anything. I reluctantly agreed, having felt the need to pee ever since we started bowling. Once inside the restroom, each of us went to stall to do our business and then met again in front of the mirror over the sinks. "Hanna you did really well for your first time. First time bowling and flirting with guys. Tim seems to really like the new you, doesn't he?" "I guess, but it just feels awkward and wrong. What's up with you and James? Did you kiss him?" "He kissed me. He caught me off-guard and did it before I knew what happened. I reacted to it, but I did kiss him back, but that seemed so natural. I have to confess, I had a huge crush on him growing up. I thought he was the cutest, sexiest guy I'd ever seen. He still seems that way I guess. So it was hard not to kiss him. But what about you? You jumped right into Tim's arms. I thought you were going to kiss him too. Plus the way you flirted with all those guys afterward. Did one of them ask you out?" "No, no, not really. I just jumped because I was excited I did so well. Tim just happened to be there and caught me. What's happening to us, as a couple? We're married to each other, but it seems like you're letting these guys treat us like we are single. Is that how it's going to be?" "Well I admit, it does look that way. But know that I still love you more than anyone. I still want you to be my wife, but seeing James made me feel different somehow. I supported your changes due to your condition, but it didn't remove my desire to be with a real man. I think you've been more receptive to Tim's advances than I expected too. Being honest, I think the guys can give us something that we can't get on our own. Let's go with it for now, and see how we feel when we get back home, alone, okay?" We had been fixing our makeup and hair as we talked, and glancing at each other both in the mirror and face to face. It had been hard to hear Dani admit she was attracted to James, but she was open and honest about it. Also, I knew inside how I had reacted to Tim, so it made it difficult to be too critical of her. I mean, I thought Tim might kiss me too when he was holding me, and I have no idea what I would have done then. So, as long as we were open about it, maybe it would be fine. I turned to Dani, hugged her tight and told her I loved her more than anything too. I also told her I would follow her lead, as she had been in the woman's role all her life. We smiled, lightly kissed, but not enough to mess up our lipstick and left to rejoin the guys. I felt at that point, like I was on a date and admitted to myself that I was excited about it, as my cock continued to buzz when Tim put his arm around my shoulder and steered us to a table. The rest of the evening we sat, ate, and talked. The guys were very flirty, and every once in a while, someone would come by and chat. Annette and Tom dropped by, so did Aunt Carol and Bill, plus many people I didn't know from Dani's old neighborhood. Finally, as the reunion started to wind down, Dani asked James, if he would escort her out to our car. She told me to go thank Annette one more time for taking care of me, get my stuff, and then to join them. Tim offered to take me out, as he could help me carry my things. He also knew where Dani had parked and didn't want me out in the dark alone. That statement made me shudder a bit, as it implied I was not capable of taking care of myself, given my new identity. But I realized quickly, it was just a way for Tim to be with me a little longer. I found Annette and we went to their car with them, so I could get my suitcase and effects. I thanked her again, and Tim and I left, with him carrying my suitcase. Walking toward her car, I saw James and Dani entwined and leaning against it. They were kissing heavily and it looked like James had his hand up Dani's skirt. At that point, Tim took my hand and pulled me aside. I was surprised at his move, but he didn't hesitate a second, taking me in his arms and kissing me. I was caught off guard, as my mind was still focused on seeing Dani and James making out. His forceful approach and my distraction caused me to just relax and respond to his kiss. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, and his hands were caressing my body. Instinctively, I sucked on his tongue as he moved it inside my mouth and my eyes closed as it I were lost in a fantasy. I wrapped my arms around him as he pulled me in tighter. My mind was racing now, realizing I was kissing a man. Even worse my boss. Just as I was about to panic, he broke off the kiss and looked at me. "Hanna, I had to do that. I've been mesmerized by you all night. You're so attractive and interesting in a way other women aren't. I know this might seem strange and awkward, if for no other reasons than you're married and I'm your boss. But I want to pursue this further if I can. Earlier this evening, I mentioned how I might handle your change at work. Now I think, it would be best if I transfer you and Justin to Don's group. Our work is similar, and in fact that shift has been discussed in the past. Nothing would change, work wise, other than Don would do your performance reviews and handle supervisor requirements. That would free us up to see each other. I'm guessing that you and Dani have discussed some kind of open marriage, seeing her with James just now. Can I see you again?" I was totally in shock, both from seeing Dani and James, and now being intimate with a man. I was going places I never imagined. However, I had to admit, my pulse raced