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Weaponizing Estrogen Vol. 1: Alexandra © 2017 by Tori St. John Chapter 1: A Happy Accident It's not that I hate men. It really isn't. The way that I see it, in my attempt to make the world a better place, I made a strange discovery: It turns out that many men are far better off emasculated. Men don't realize this simple truth, of course. Which is where I come in. Utilizing just a few simple techniques, my track record for achieving my intended outcome is remarkably high. I tend to get mostly positive feedback from the men whose lives I've touched, even if it sometimes takes a while. I'm convinced that these men (and the people around them) are happier as a result of my influence. I could go on and on about the evils of testosterone. Virtually all child molesters are men. Same for rapists. Same for flashers who expose themselves to innocent pedestrians. Same for peeping Toms. On and on. Some men just can't handle their 'T'. This is a real problem that the world faces. And I'm out to make the world a better place in ways that are also pleasing to me. That said, my first experience wasn't about me seeking a specific type of evil man, it was more of an accident. I was a tomboy back when I was a little girl. Like many women, as I grew older, I often imagined what my life would have been like as a man. I would frequently also imagine how men that I knew would handle being female. The vast majority of men are completely oblivious to what females deal with on a daily basis! Before I get started, I will admit that I've been at least slightly turned on by the idea of feminizing a man for a long time. My fascination kicked into high gear when I learned about cross-gender hormone therapy in nursing school. After graduating nursing school, I sought and landed a job working at a medical clinic that specialized in serving the transgender community. I mostly worked as a surgical assistant to the physicians that handled breast augmentations, which we called B.A.'s for short. I sometimes picked up extra shifts assisting with laser hair removal. One of the physicians at the clinic, named Dr. Katherine Green, ("please just call me Kate"), specialized in hormone therapies. Dr. Green could probably sense something about my curiosity based on my high level of interest and questions on her favorite subject. She loved expounding on the miracles of hormones, and I loved hearing about her specialized protocols. Before long, we started going to lunch together on days when our schedules matched up. I quickly learned that Dr. Green's preferred method for hormone delivery was bio-identical pellets. These are pellets, slightly larger than a grain of rice, that get inserted subcutaneously, usually in the buttocks. Once inserted, in the case of a trans-woman, these will deliver a consistent dose of estrogen for about 4 months. The pellets are practically impossible to take out. In theory, they could be located and extracted using ultrasound. In practice, they typically migrate from the insertion site while breaking apart into smaller pieces that can't be located. My first experience in finding a male to feminize occurred on a weekend shopping trip. I like to think of it as a happy accident. I was at Nordstrom, and I had just decided to purchase a pair of comfortable-but- cute shoes for work. As a nurse in clinic that specialized in plastic surgery, I was expected to be a little bit more glam than a nurse at a hospital. I chose wedges with about a 3" heel, closed toe per regulations. While I was waiting in line to complete my purchase, I noticed a guy who appeared to be, for lack of a better term, "stalking" the women's shoe department. He was about 5'9" with long hair and appeared to be about 30 years old. I would normally have described him as handsome if it wasn't for the fact that I was creeped out about his interest in women's shoes. Let me re-phrase. It wasn't his interest, per se, that creeped me out. It was more the way that he went about it. He seemed to be sneaking between isles, afraid to make eye contact, and lurking. I might not have noticed him if he would have just owned the fact that he was shopping for women's shoes. After I finished my shoe purchase at the counter, I headed over to the in- store cafe to sit down and enjoy a glass of white wine. I started thinking about the lurker. I thought that the awkward situation was likely to be one of two possibilities: (1) he's somewhere on the gender spectrum leaning towards female, but he's not comfortable presenting as female in public shopping, or (2) he has some kind of shoe fetish and plans to go home and masturbate with his shoes on. In either case, I thought to myself: "I can help this guy." I obviously had a lot of experience with transgender issues, but not much experience with fetishes. It occurred to me that if this was a fetish, it was costing this guy time and money, not to mention creeping out women in the shoe department. For the sake of argument, if he was interested sexually in women's shoes, I thought that it would be interesting to find out whether removing or diminishing his sex drive with estrogen therapy would make him happier: he would have fewer awkward situations to deal with, more money, more time, et cetera. So, with my curiosity burning, I decided to investigate. I returned to the shoe department. My person of interest was still there. A sales lady had just brought him a pair of 4" heels, Mary Janes, size 10.5. She asked him if he would like to try them on, and he blushed. "No," he said, "I'd just like to purchase them." I pretended to be shopping while I worked out how I was going to approach the man. He seemed so uneasy. I knew that one false move would scare him away and leave me without the answers that I wanted. I also knew I was looking cute and I hoped to use that to my advantage. I was dressed nicely for my shopping trip in a flattering mini dress paired with heels. At this point, I was thinking that I might come on to him, but I wasn't sure how. Suddenly, the man completed his purchase and started to walk away. I was going to miss my opportunity! So I followed him. To my delight, he walked straight up to the Nordstrom Cafe and took a seat in a row of stools at the bar. I doubt I would have had the courage to approach him if he had instead high tailed it to his car in the parking lot. But this was now totally in my wheelhouse. I sat down at the barstool next to him and pretended not to notice either him or his shopping bag that contained a pair of heels in his size. He ordered red wine, soup, and salad. I ordered a glass of champagne and a salad. Now that I was up close, he was far cuter than I first realized. He was male in appearance, but he had nice, high cheekbones. Full lips and full hair. A bubble butt. He had arms that were toned but not huge. And he was fit, there wasn't any belly fat on him that I could tell beneath his outfit of a blue polo shirt paired with jeans. I couldn't help but imagine what the team of doctors at my clinic could do for him if he desired! Out of nowhere, I decided 'now or never', and spoke directly to my prey, "Hi, my name is Athena, what's your name?". I know that's not creative as far as pick-up lines go... but hey, I'm a girl, I keep myself fit, and I have great boobs. I figured that all I needed to do was get a conversation started. I could sense he wasn't jittery like he was in the shoe department. "My name is Alex," he said. Followed by, "Are you having fun shopping today? Just getting started?" Way too easy, I thought. I responded with, "I am having fun, but my girlfriend just canceled our plans to go to a movie tonight. Now I'm contemplating what to do for excitement after I'm done shopping." I could tell I had him hook, line, and sinker as he stammered out a meekly stated suggestion that we go to a movie together. Later that night, the movie happened. We also went out on a platonic "date" at a wine bar about a week after that. I told Alex that I was a nurse on our first encounter, but I intentionally held back that I deal with trans patients and that I love helping them. It was time for our third date, and though I had already determined that I wanted to be in the friendship zone, I suggested to him that we cook dinner at his apartment. After dinner, while we were sharing wine together, I confronted him about seeing him shop for shoes. I told him that I wanted to be his friend no matter what he was into, and that I'd like to help him reach his goals if I could. It was at this point that I told him that I work with transgender patients daily at my job. I had him dead to rights, and he blushed like crazy. I could tell he was not comfortable and was trying to choose his next words carefully. He told me at first that he was an occasional cross-dresser, that he really liked to dress in private and imagine what it would be like to be 'passable' and be able to try out experiences that are typically only reserved for women. I thought, "great, I can work with this." I asked him to show me his wardrobe, and he reluctantly agreed. His reluctance changed quickly to excitement as he showed me a vast assortment of heels, skirts, and dresses, most of which wouldn't be ideal if his goal was really to "pass" in a casual setting. I understood, however, that going glam is an exciting prospect, even if not a realistic starting point for a male who is hoping to pass as female in public for the first time. In a way, I felt bad for him, because whenever I buy a cute outfit, I get to wear it in public. I remember thinking that it's gotta suck to pay money and imagine looking cute in an outfit, but then never get to actually experience rocking it publicly. After reviewing his female wardrobe, and with real excitement I might add, I offered to help him become "passable". I suggested that we spend a few months working on his female appearance together, and that we plan a weekend trip to celebrate and let his female side out. I was thinking it would take about 4 months to help him become passable. For the proposed weekend getaway, I suggested Vegas or anywhere that we could be anonymous, so he could have the best chance at feeling comfortable for his first time presenting as female in public. Before I left his apartment that fateful Saturday night, I suggested that I come over again on Sunday afternoon, and that he be prepared to greet me with his best female presentation. I wanted to see what I was working with so that I could triage the situation; it was my goal to clip out his most masculine aspects so that we could pass as a female couple when our weekend trip rolled around. When I arrived on Sunday, I was apprehensively expecting that I'd have my work really cut out for me. Thankfully, it didn't turn out that way. From the neck down, Alex was mostly passable. She was wearing a blue sheath dress with a cute pair of light pink sling-back heels. The heel height was a manageable 3," and she walked perfectly fine in them. She had shaved her legs and arms. Her legs looked great, and I was surprised that she wasn't wearing hosiery, since MTF trans patients tend to love hosiery from my experience. Her arms were maybe a little bit too toned for a best shot at "passability," but not far out of the ballpark. Her "boobs" were breast forms resting in a D-Cup bra. Not terrible in terms of outline in the dress, but maybe a little bit too big, since they would draw attention that would make it more difficult to pass on her first try. Overall, her shape wasn't too bad with the breast forms and natural bubble butt. I thought that with proper shapewear or a corset, her waist might be nicely drawn in, and would present an even more flattering outline in a dress. Above the shoulders was where we would need the most work. First problem, her makeup was totally caked on. It somewhat needed to be, because she was trying, quite unsuccessfully I might add, to cover her beard shadow that was poking through. Her hair was OK, it was approximately hitting below her ears, and she had flat-ironed it straight. I complimented her on all the positives. I worked with her on makeup for a while. Then I told her, "Great. Let's get you changed back to male mode, and I'll give you my prescription." After Alexandra had changed back to Alexander, I gave my Rx. "OK. Number one priority is that you need to start coming into my clinic for laser hair removal on your face. The reality is that the beard shadow will make it hard for us in public, because you will need lots of foundation and beard cover, and that is a certain giveaway. LHR is permanent, but I think that it will probably make you look younger when you are in male mode, plus you won't have to shave as often once we get started, plus this is a key to enable you to have realistic female experiences." "Number two priority, this is a fun one, let's get you to my favorite corset shop and get a rush order in. Today. I want you to start waste training with a legit corset every day. This will be a sign of commitment and should be exciting to have something so feminine in your everyday life. Most genetic females don't even get to experience what it's like to lace-in to a luxurious corset. With a few months of training, two things will occur: (1) you'll be comfortable in a corset and confident rocking it with any outfit of our choosing, and (2) your waistline will be feminized by drawing it in a few inches. It's really just your bottom ribs that will be drawn in over time, but this will definitely help your female figure. You can wear it in stealth mode under your clothes at work during the daytime." "Number three. I know you don't think you are ready or maybe even wanting this. I think you ARE ready. I think you are curious deep down inside. Please hear me out on this before you chime in. I think that you should sign an informed consent form and let a doctor that I know at the clinic provide you with a course of female hormones. This will allow you to really experience femininity for a while. You will have a chance to really feel like a woman. You'll get softer skin, less toned arms, more bubble to your butt, maybe some glow and feminization of your face. In one course, you'll see some breast growth, probably, but most likely nothing major, and it will probably shrink when you come off. You may or may not become infertile, so I'd strongly suggest that you bank some swimmers, just in case. I don't want you to regret anything later on. But you yourself acknowledge that you are confused about the boundary between cross- dressing and sometimes wishing you could really present as a female frequently. So why not try hormones to help you answer the question. If you decide you like them, who knows, maybe you'll want to continue." "We have clients at our clinic that take female hormones even though they present as male. It really isn't a big deal. Some of them hide their breast growth with sports bras which also isn't that big of a deal. I see that they have fun with it all the time. If, after one course, you decide to discontinue, then at least you found out where your limit is, and the only cost was some subtle changes to your physique, probably modest at best. Consider that this might be worth the price of knowing where your limits are and how you want to live your life." I could see that Alex was blushing and I was pretty sure he was also trying to hide a hard-on when I was talking about hormones... so I knew I had his interest, probably including his sexual interest, when I brought up the subject. What I didn't tell him was that it's extremely rare that we have patients who start hormones decide to come off. The hormones tend to change a person's thinking, and once a person is willing to take that step, it's rare to see someone actually stop for good. We had a long conversation after I presented my three recommendations. It boiled down to Alex being excited about LHR on his face, also excited about the prospect of corset training, but not so sure about trying out hormones. At least that's what he claimed. Chapter 2: The Journey Begins I started Alex waist training and also started to see him in the clinic every couple weeks for LHR. On his second visit to the clinic, I scheduled an appointment immediately after his LHR for sperm banking. "Please don't get mad at me," I said, "but I scheduled you for the sperm banking room after our appointment today. You can cancel if you want, but I thought it might be good to get started. You'd need about 3 or 4 samples before you start HRT. If you get them out of the way, then it gives you flexibility to decide about HRT later on." To my delight, Alex agreed. My plan was well underway. I told Alexandra, "I can't wait for our weekend in Vegas as two girls... you're going to have so much fun! Seriously, after our trip you probably won't want to ever go back to wasting your time in male mode!" Things progressed. We took several weekend shopping trips together, Alex in androgynous clothing but leaning male, me as myself. I was having a great time introducing womanhood to Alex. He was soaking it up like a sponge. On one shopping trip, we went to get his ears pierced. Frankly, I was surprised he hadn't done that already. Seemed like such a modest step to me. We'd also get mani-pedis together, and I convinced him to get a somewhat sheer white-ish, iridescent shade on his hands. With the shade that I chose, you couldn't really tell he had nail polish on, unless lighting was good and you were looking closely. I wanted to ease Alex into femininity. I was worried that if we went too fast, he might get negative feedback from someone when I wasn't around, and he might get scared away from indulging in it further. Chapter 3: Progress and a Big Step After our 5th LHR session, about 10 weeks in, his face was really starting to clear and his sperm banking had already been completed. Finishing up his LHR session, I spoke up, "Hey, you're doing great, you seem happy and interested in feminine experiences: how about trying a course of hormones?" He replied, "Athena, I've been giving this a lot of thought, and yep, I think that MAYBE I'd like to try... what do I need to do?" I was shocked and very excited to say the least! I told him, "Great! Sit here. I'll go get the informed consent form and I'll be right back." Back with the form in a flash, I continued, "This form outlines the changes that you and I have already talked about. After you sign, I'll bring Dr. Green to get you started. We have an awesome system here... bioidentical hormone pellet implants. You'll love them!" He seemed suddenly nervous which made me suspect that he didn't think it could happen so fast. But the clinic already had his blood work from when he started his sperm banking, and there were no other obstacles aside from the informed consent form. Consent signed, Dr. Green came in, and her enthusiasm matched mine. "Hi Alex, Athena has told me all about you. I'm here to help you with your journey. Hormones are great, I like to think of them as a software change, compared to surgery, which is a hardware change. I recommend implanting 10 pellets of estradiol today. This is a moderate dose. It lasts about 4 months, which is about the period you'd want with any trial... Time enough for you to know whether decision is right for you or if you want to stop. After a couple months, your testosterone will diminish. You may feel tired, and if you do, you can come in for a B12 shot, or maybe even a testosterone pellet. Of course, if you find you really like estrogen, we can up you E dosage also." Alex asked a few questions. I could tell he was both excited and nervous at the same time. I kept thinking he was going to back out, but he didn't. In short order, we had him up in on table with pants pulled below his waist. We sterilized and numbed a small spot on his bubble butt, then the Dr. made the incision and inserted the trocar full of female hormone pellets. With one motion, pellets were in. Next the bandage was applied. Alex was now on female hormones for the next 4 months. No going back! I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was turned on thinking about all the changes that would be happening to him, mostly out of his control. Small things that women get to experience that men don't. That tingling and sometimes sore feeling associated with breast growth. Emotions, like feeling super happy and then crying, or even feeling what I will describe as "bitchy" on some days. Experiencing life not driven by testosterone or overwhelming sexual urges. Would Alex still want to shop together, or would it bore him if the arousal aspect wasn't there for him? Would he still want to go on our trip in 2 months? I was so eager to see changes and find out! I was excited that the hormones would be incessantly doing their work in Alex even when he wasn't consciously focused on his feminine self. 24/7 for the next 4 months, they would slowly but surely do their magic. Chapter 4: Introduction to Mother E Alex was implanted on Wednesday after our LHR appointment. By Saturday, I was dying to find out what changes, if any, had occurred so far. I had observed changes in our patients many times, but never had a personal connection like this. Also, this was my first time actually instigating the changes. I suggested we meet at our go-to wine bar. Alex showed up in male mode, as usual. He didn't have experience in full female presentation in public so far. When our server, who was a new employee, greeted us, she asked, "what can I get for you ladies?". Then she quickly realized that Alex was male and corrected herself. After she walked away, I asked Alex, "Has that been happening a lot lately?" Alex replied, "Nah. Well, maybe. It depends how you define 'a lot'. Come to think of it, it happens two or three times a week, and it rarely happened before I met you. I think it's the combination of long hair, increasing lack of facial hair from the LHR, and earrings. I don't "pass," but a quick glance gets me read as female." "This is great progress," I said, "as you won't be creeping out women who glance at you in the shoe department!" "Ha ha," Alex replied, sarcastically. "Just kidding," I said, "but, in all seriousness, this is wonderful... we are close... if you were to dress casually, we could probably get you to 'pass' with just a touch of makeup and a purse." After we downed our first drink, which was celebratory champagne that I suggested, we each ordered a second glass. As we waited our refills to arrive, I asked, "Soooo, tell me, have you noticed any changes so far?" Alex replied, "Well, yeah, I almost got into two car accidents already. Also, yesterday, I couldn't complete a simple calculation at work." Me: "Oh, so you're telling me that two days on estrogen has already made you bad at driving and bad at math! Guess I deserve that sarcasm after my jab at you creeping in the shoe department. Get real!" Alex: "OK, I'll get real, but keep it down a little. I don't want people to know I'm experimenting with estrogen and life on the other side. That said, I think that I'm feeling changes already, but I'm questioning whether they are real or just my mind playing tricks on me. I swear my face feels softer when I touch it. I've been wicked horny lately, and I don't know if it is the idea that I am locked into this decision for 4 months that turns me on, or if it simply has to do with all the male and female hormones that are presently in my system." Alex: "I felt euphoric during my drive into work on Friday. It seemed like MORE than the usual TGIF euphoria, but impossible to know if it's really an intensified emotion from hormones already. There's one thing I've noticed that I am pretty sure is real... my nipples have been tingling like crazy." Whoa, I thought. This last comment really got me because I figured he was right, the tingling nips are real, and I knew what would come next. "What do you think about all this?" Alex asked me. Me: "Well, I am excited for you. You made a decision and now you get to enjoy the ride. Worst case is you don't like it, and in that case, you just need to wait it out and you'll know that it isn't for you. On the other hand, maybe you'll like it a lot, and then you have choices. Maybe you'll want to continue presenting as male but take hormones. Or maybe you'll want to present somewhere else on the spectrum... androgynous or female, perhaps." Alex: "Whoa, cool your horses Athena, one step at a time. I'm only a few days in!" He was right, I needed to slow down slightly, I was getting too far ahead. I spoke to him, "OK, I will settle down about the future, but I have a couple suggestions for right now. First is, let's go shopping tomorrow and get you some inconspicuous sports bras. Trust me, it will make your shirts more comfortable given what your nipples are going through. It will also prevent you from being caught with some embarrassing shirt tenting, which could happen even before you get actual breast growth." Alex replied, "Holy Shit! I didn't expect to actually NEED a bra so soon. You're probably right. This is already crazy, and I'm just at the start of my 4-month experiment. What's your second suggestion?" Me: "My second suggestion is a prep task for Vegas that could be started now. We're gonna get proofed at casinos and clubs that we go to. I suggest making a subtle, legal change to your name. Go from Alexander to Alexandra. When you're in guy mode, if you get proofed, you can laugh it off as a mistake on your birth certificate or something. But when you are in girl mode, if someone sees Alexander, you might easily get read. You might have to pay that 'guys only' cover charge at many Vegas clubs with Alexander on your ID. That would be a major buzz kill. Also, now that I think of it, let me get Dr. Green to write you a note that says that you are currently under hormone treatment. This can get you and 'F' on your driver's license!" Alex: "Wow, Athena I love how creative and excited you get when it comes to feminizing me. I'm enjoying myself and I'll go along with it for now. Guess I don't have much choice, because I can't remove the estrogen pellets that you friend implanted into me. I just hope that I don't get myself into something I can't get out of. And I hope that you don't get bored or disappointed when I reach my limit." Me: "Oh, Alex, dear! I have a feeling that we will always be friends! I expect that this experience will bring us closer, if anything." We went shopping together on Sunday and scored some 'wins' at Lululemon. I helped Alex find some high neck tank tops that had built-in bras, as well as a couple of sports bras. I hoped that these wouldn't print through his shirts at work and cause a situation. Chapter 5: One Night Stand After our shopping experience on Sunday, it was the 'off' week for LHR, so I didn't see Alex at all during the week. I could hardly wait for Saturday, when we had plans for dinner and a movie. Saturday came, and we went to an upscale Italian restaurant for dinner. Not a moment after we were seated, I hit Alex with, "Well ???". Then the waiter arrived at an inopportune moment, just as I was about to get my answer. Waiter gone, Alex gave me what I had waited all week to hear: "It's been a crazy week. I've been tired a lot and I've had insanely intense dreams. I'm sure the dreams are from my hormones going wild. You're going to think I'm joking again, but I'm not joking: I actually cried for no reason on my way to work one day. Very weird. I'm not sure whether I like this or not." Alex continues, "Also, I'm seriously still not joking, my boobs have felt like they are ON FIRE all week. Like an intense tingling. And also sore and itchy. They may look like pecs, but they feel like boobs as far as I can tell. I had no idea this would be so intense and no idea about what women have to deal with up top. At the same time, my crotch feels like someone dumped cold water on it. I'm used to having morning wood, like clockwork. For the first time since puberty, there's nothing going on down there in the morning. I'm also not spending as much time with sexual fantasies as I used to." I was intrigued and turned on by the physical and mental changes that Alex was committed to whether he liked them or not. I didn't know whether I should feel bad for my part in his decision-making process. On the one hand, better that he try this out now, rather than get married, start a family, and then 15 years later decide to transition. He'll probably be happier starting now rather than later. On the other hand, I did have a small amount of worry (guilt?) thinking about the possibility that I led him to a place that he might never have arrived at. Was my whole project a huge mistake? Fuck that, I thought. He was being a creeper in the women's shoe department when I met him! He probably would have arrived at this place sooner or later. I helped him, clearly. He won't be a creeper anymore. Before long he'll be passable enough that no one will think twice when they see him shopping for women's shoes. This was destiny, and I'm pretty sure all I did was speed it up. Out of nowhere, I became really turned on. I spoke to Alex. "Hey, I have a random question for you. Make that a random question and a random proposal. Question is, do you think it would be possible for us to hook up one time and go back to being friends the next day? Proposal is, how about we skip the movie tonight, and go hook up at your place?" I got two yes's for answers. This made the rest of our dinner a bit tense. I'll leave the hook-up details out, but suffice to say we had a great night together. His skin WAS soft. His nipples WERE extremely sensitive. Electric, really. His downstairs still worked just fine, though it felt to me that I was making love with a woman. He already smelled like a woman, and it was only 10 days on hormones! We always tell patients at the clinic that changes take a long time. Here, from first- hand experience, I was learning that some changes, in fact, happen quite quickly. Reflecting back on it, I feel that it was smart and right of me to leave it at a one night stand. Even so, in a way I wanted it to be more. I didn't have a problem wrapping my head around the fact that he was probably going to end up transitioning. I thought about it a lot and I think there are some things that I'd love about being with a trans-girl. The problem that I had was the bad first impression that he made. I just couldn't will myself to get over it. I didn't want to be with the 'department store creeper'. I imagined there were probably other situations, maybe more creepy, that I had not witnessed. I felt like I couldn't ever trust Alex due to our inauspicious first encounter. We postponed our Vegas trip by two months, and by the time it rolled around, Alex was legally named Alexandra and had an 'F' for gender on her drivers license. So I'll refer to her as female from here on out. Vegas was awesome, but it wasn't how we originally envisioned it. Chapter 6: Vegas Let Down About a month before Vegas, I had Alexandra easily passing as female in public. And she loved it. She was so surprisingly confident that I started to invite her to outings with my friends from the clinic. She soon fit right into the group. Part of me felt a sense that I accomplished something helpful, but another part of me was a little bit sad to be sharing Alexandra with the world. I guess I was selfish to an extent. I missed the time when I had Alex and her 'secrets' to myself. One night, after wine and out of nowhere, Alex spontaneously invited our friends to Vegas for our girls' weekend. That was OK, but not a great in my book. If she would have asked me before inviting the group, I would have told her that I would have preferred one weekend of solo time with her. I didn't hold it against her for wanting more people. After all, this was her introduction to being seen aa a female in society, and it must have been very exciting for her. After Vegas, we kept in touch, though not as frequently as when we first met. At this point, our encounters were usually in social situations with a group of women. It was during this time that Alex began to spread her wings and really explore her newfound femininity. Alex remained in male mode at her job. She did something related to computers, but not IT. I should know exactly, but I'm not a nerd girl. She would spend many nights and weekends as a female, and even picked up a weekend role at a coffee shop as her female self. I believe this was mainly to gain experience as a female and also to form a larger circle of female friends. Alex continued to come see me for LHR. She would typically show up to the clinic in male mode during her lunch breaks away from work. Before long, I noticed that she had a decent amount of breast growth, enough that she had to take efforts to hide her new boobage for male mode presentation. To do this, she often wore a tight sports bra, sometimes two, paired with a larger polo shirt than the rest of her frame demanded. Chapter 7: A Big Step for Alex Noticing her efforts to hide her breasts started my devious wheels spinning. I had tried to convince her to come out as trans at work, or to interview for a new full-time position as her female self. To me it was obvious that her female self was her true self by this point. Alex always resisted my suggestions to jump in and go 'full-time female' in presentation. She would make up some line of excuses for why she needed to be male at work. I knew it was bogus, I could tell how excited she was when I would bring it up, "Imagine how great it would be if you could show up every day to work in a dress!" She was just scared, I thought. So, I decided to plant a seed during one of her LHR sessions. "Your boobs are coming along nicely. But, you know, we specialize in breast augmentation here. You would have so much fun with just a little more ooomph up top! A little more side boob, a little better cleavage. A little more bounce. Imagine how fun THAT would be in girl mode for you! I think Dr. Zisi is available for a quick consult after our appointment today, if you are interested." Alex thought for a moment, and then spoke, "Sure, I have time today and I'd like to do a consult with Dr. Zisi, but I don't know if I'm ready for B.A. yet." Alex's response was just what I was hoping for, it was the sliver of curiosity required to get her into the consult room with one of our best doctors when it came to selling. Dr. Z was also exceptionally talented at breast augmentation procedures. After introducing Alex to Dr. Zisi, I helped with the sizing consult. There was real excitement from Alex during this process, and it occurred to me that Alex was being seduced more by her own imagination than by the doctor trying to sell a service. I could practically see the wheels turning for Alex as she tried out various sizes and profiles of implant. She was imaging how much FUN they would be to have in girl mode, and at the same time rationalizing that she would be able to hide them in boy mode. I knew, however, that these would be more difficult to hide in boy mode than Alex wanted to believe! I knew that she would probably end up transitioning to full time sooner if she decided to get the BA. On any given day, it's way more fun to be a normal- appearing girl with great boobs than it is to be an awkward appearing male wearing oversized clothing. Near the end of the sizing consult, Dr. Zisi hit Alex with, "We just had a cancellation, and we could get you in next Friday if you are interested." I love seeing this tactic in action! It was true that we had a cancellation, but Dr. Zisi expertly waited for just the right moment to bring it up. Alex took the bait! Just 10 days later she had her breast augmentation completed by Dr. Zisi. She went with 365cc Mod Plus profile, which isn't huge, but it put her right into C/D territory, which is not easy to pull off in male mode. I didn't assist with the surgery, but I did poke my head into the room while Alex was still under anesthesia near the end of surgery. Her arms were spread wide in a 'T', and her boobs looked awesome. Awesome and undeniable. Within about a month, no doubt after real life experience looking rather awkward in male clothes, Alexandra went full time. From time to time we still go shopping together on weekends. One thing is certain: it's highly unlikely that she will be creeping anyone out again during shopping! It's not just that she looks female, it's also that her disposition and confidence have changed for the better. I'm happy to have helped her find her path more quickly than she would have otherwise. The way I look at it, my first experience in feminizing a man was pretty much a win-win all the way through. My subsequent experiences, however, didn't go down quite so smoothly. I'll save those for next time.