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Transfiguration: A Love Story By Gurl Friday "The main source of your trouble, Mr. Lafemina, is your tiny penis," Dr. Cox told me. "And, of course, your equally under-sized testicles. Fortunately, I can help you with your problem." I did not know what to say. For several hours, Dr. Cox had been running various tests on me. I had come into the clinic on a referral from my therapist, counselor Harley Demale. I had started seeing Ms. Demale about two months previously. I was having relationship troubles with my girlfriend, Alicia, and needed professional advice. Alicia is a very take-charge kind of woman. Most people think she is insufferably bossy. Which is not really fair, although it's true that she can be rather uncompromising at times. Alicia and I had dated, on and off, for a year or so. Maybe "dating" is not the best way to describe it. It's not like we were boyfriend- girlfriend in the usual sense. Alicia saw other guys sometimes. A lot of the time, I suppose. On an irregular but continuing basis, though, she would call me and tell me to come over. Usually this was fairly late at night. And usually she had been drinking. Anyway, I'd drive to her very nice apartment on Fuller Avenue, get buzzed in over the intercom, and show up at her door pretty much whenever she wanted. She would have me strip naked as soon as I came in and she would be all over me. I would spend a long time with my lips on her full, incredible breasts and an even longer time with my face planted in her crotch, my tongue lapping her pussy and sucking on her clit as she came repeatedly. Eventually she would let me up and allow me to put my penis in her. She seemed perfectly fine with the fact that I would finish pretty quickly. She never seemed to want me to spend the night. She had to be at work early the next day, or maybe a friend was coming over in the morning, that sort of thing. Anyway, I was not entirely happy with how the relationship was going. I guess I needed more than just occasional and sort of one-sided sex. So, like I said, that's why I sought out help from a professional counselor. At our initial session, Ms. Demale listened as I recited a litany of things that bothered me about Alicia. Eventually she interrupted me and asked me whether I had shared these concerns with my partner. I had to admit that I had not. "Why not?" she asked. "Because she scares me," I admitted. The rest of the session went in a slightly different direction from that point. Counselor Demale asked me to talk about my prior relationships with women. I won't repeat all the gory detail here, but basically most of my girlfriends had not exactly treated me very well. She asked me about my family and I talked about how my parents had divorced while I was still very young. My father had soon remarried and had several children with his new wife. We interacted less and less as time went on, so by the time I was in college we hardly talked at all. My mother did a good job raising me on her own. Then she died in a commuter train accident when I was in my senior year. I had to take a semester off to deal with the estate and my own grief. That meant I graduated half a year late. All my friends had scattered by then. I took a job in a new city and that's where I was today. We ran out of time at that point, but Ms. Demale suggested that we start weekly sessions. At our next appointment, Ms. Demale welcomed me back to her inner office and said, "Last time, we talked about your dysfunctional relationships with women and your general personal history. Today, I'd like to make a detailed diagnostic assessment of your mental state. We can begin with some simple tests that can give insight into your authentic self. The results will provide a rough guide that will inform the direction of our sessions together. Shall we begin?" For the next hour, Ms. Demale put me through several series of psychological tests and recorded my responses. Many of the tests involved her showing me a picture and asking me to talk about what was going on in the picture and how the people in them might be interacting. With her encouragement, I did my best to tell stories about the participants in the pictures. Many of the pictures were things like people walking in the countryside or talking over dinner, stuff like that. Some of the pictures seemed sort of odd. For example, one featured a very well dressed woman - tight, dark gray skirt; white, silk blouse; dark stockings; very high stiletto heels - with a man, apparently naked, on all fours at her feet. He was wearing a leather collar with a padlock and a chain leash held by the woman. When that picture came up, I got really uncomfortable. I was completely unable to talk, frankly. Ms. Demale assured me that everything was okay, that we could go on the next picture. "We can talk about that one another time," she said. After the tests were complete, Ms. Demale told me I had done very well and that she would process the results and construct a therapy plan based on my responses. "Nice to see you again, Avery," my therapist welcomed me the following week. Again, I sat on the well-cushioned couch while she took a seat in her obviously expensive office chair. She crossed her legs, dangling one high heeled pump in the air. "I've reviewed the results from our session last week and constructed a treatment plan that should be just what you need." She smiled. "Today's session is going to be an easy one for you. All you need to do is relax and listen. Have you been hypnotized before? No? Well, it's not like the carnival stuff you might picture when you think of hypnosis. This is therapeutic hypno-suggestion. I'll help you into a deep, very relaxing trance. Once you are in a deep trance state, I can work with your unconscious mind to help ease your anxiety, calm you, and provide gentle reinforcement for positive changes in your life. The trance state will also help you open up about your feelings. You will awake very refreshed and confident. All of my patients find the experience very motivational. Sound good? Nice.? Ms. Demale produced a consent to treatment form with pages of legal disclaimers that I quickly skimmed through and signed. ?Great, let?s begin.? And with that, she dimmed the lights in her office and had me lie comfortably back on the couch. Her voice shifted tones to a very soothing pitch and she began to take me under. Sometime later, I awoke feeling absolutely great. Ms. Demale was smiling at me and clearly happy. ?That was a wonderful session, Avery. You did really well.? I took a little time to collect myself before I left feeling happy and content. I could hardly wait for our next session. It was only considerably later that I thought about the fact I had absolutely no idea at all what happened after I went under. Things continued much like that for several weeks. We would generally start with some discussion about what was going on in my life and how the prior week had gone, then we would do hypno-therapy. During one of our therapy sessions almost two months into the program, I brought up a ?date? with Alicia that had happened during the week. Although it was good to have sex on a semi-regular basis, overall it was not meeting my needs. I mentioned that maybe things would be better if I could last a little longer with Alicia during intercourse. I thought that if I could do that, she would get more pleasure out of that part of the sex. Maybe then she would want me to stay over. You know, not that it was super important to me. But it would be nice, I thought. Ms. Demale seemed doubtful about that helping the situation, but she recommended that I should get myself checked out medically to rule out any physical problems. And that?s why I made an appointment with Dr. Lydia Cox, MD. And that is how that same Dr. Cox had just then given me her medical opinion that my penis was undersized. I think I had been sitting there with my mouth open for a little while, thinking about what she had said to me. She seemed content to wait out my initial reaction. Although I did not have any notion that I was incredibly well-gifted ?down there,? I was also fairly sure that my penis was normal sized. Pretty close to normal sized, at least. Pretty close. Wasn?t it? ?Tiny?? I managed to ask in a sort of a squeak. ?Yes, tiny,? she answered. I was sitting on the end of the examination table dressed in a flimsy, pink hospital robe. (That was the only color they had available today, apparently.) Dr. Cox reached under the robe and took hold of my penis with her thumb and forefinger. ?See, it?s just plain small.? She gave it a little tug. I was so embarrassed that it actually got smaller and stayed completely limp. My testicles retracted, too. ?Here?s what I?d like to do,? she continued after a moment, still gripping my penis with two fingers. ?We can administer therapeutic adjustments to your hormone balance. I feel confident that we can eliminate your problems at the source. The therapy is not quick ? it will take several months before we see substantive progress ? but it will be efficacious. We can begin today. I can start you off with an injection and write you prescriptions that you can fill right here at our pharmacy. Two little pills, twice a day. We?ll follow up weekly at first to monitor your progress and continue the booster injections.? ?That is, of course, if I have your consent for treatment,? she added, and gave me a warm smile. ?Um, okay,? I managed. ?If you think that?s best.? ?I?m positive,? she gave my penis one last little tweak, smiled again, and that was that. One injection and a visit to the clinic?s in-house pharmacy and I was on my way back home, not entirely sure how to process what had just transpired. The first week went by quickly. I took my pills as instructed and otherwise just had a normal week. The meds made he feel a little funny, but nothing too bad. A little nauseous. My second appointment seemed very matter of fact. One of Dr. Cox?s assistants took my vitals and a blood sample, gave me my injections, and I was on my way after a very brief exam by the doctor. The second week went as the first, although the nausea was mostly gone. I continued to see Ms. Demale on a weekly basis as before. She had a nice office that happened to be a few blocks from the medical center where Dr. Cox had her practice. Like Dr. Cox, Ms. Demale was a woman in her late 40?s or so, tall, and always immaculately dressed. She tended to wear tailored skirt suits and expensive-looking pumps with very high heels. Her demeanor was professional and invited trust. ?Dr. Cox consulted with me about her physical diagnosis, since it bears directly on the treatment we?ll do here,? she told me near the end of our session, the week after my initial medical checkup. ?I believe the main problem is that you have a much smaller than average penis, correct?? My face flushed bright pink. ?Um, well...? ?I understand you are uncomfortable talking about your little problem,? she said. ?I can also see that you have not completely accepted that your member is undersized. It?s important that you recognize a problem before you can make any progress. Let?s try a little test and see if that brings clarity.? She retrieved her file full of diagnostic pictures, sorted through the thick stack, and placed one on the table in front of me. It was a photo of a man?s penis. A black man?s penis, actually. A very large, very black, penis. It had to be at least a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It had large, prominent veins up and down the shaft and a huge, bulbous head. Down at the base of this monster cock hung a pair of testicles as big as tennis balls. ?This is what a man?s penis looks like,? my counselor told me. ?A man?s penis is large, it is hard, and it makes women swoon at the sight of it. A penis like this is meant to be sliding down a woman?s throat and gagging her with its fullness. A cock like this will fill a woman?s pussy and fuck her into total submission.? ?Tell me, does this look anything at all like your penis? Does your penis even begin to compare to this cock in size, strength, stamina?? She waited a long moment. ?No? Well, I think that answers your question.? ?Oh, I see our time is up. I think we had a great session today. See you again in a week.? Totally stunned, I left her office in mute shock. The worst part was, I could not get the image of that enormous penis out of my head. If that monster is what women expected, there was no way my little dick was going to be able to match up. Another week went by, another visit to Dr. Cox, another injection, more pills. The medication was doing something, but I was not sure exactly what. The nausea I experienced the first week or two was more or less gone now. But I still felt funny. It was with some trepidation that I arrived for my next session with Ms. Demale. I was still thinking of the previous session, still picturing that enormous black cock, and on top of that feeling weird from the medication. Still, I showed up and was ushered back to see my counselor at the designated time. This session was remarkable only in how unremarkable it was. Ms. Demale made no mention of my penis at all. I relaxed considerably. As usual, the hypno-session left me feeling warm, safe, and energized. At the end of the session, Ms. Demale gave me some MP3 files and instructions to listen to them using headphones for half an hour each day. The MP3?s contained recorded hypnosis programs that featured a soft, warm female voice soothing me into a relaxed state. I could just notice other audio tracks buried behind the main narrative. Ms. Demale told me this had been found to be a particularly effective way to reinforce the message. I started listening to the files that night and they became a regular part of my daily routine. After the first month of being on medication, Dr. Cox pronounced that I was doing well and showing no signs of complications. Consequently, she changed the protocol so that I only needed to do office visits with her once a month. As far as I could tell, the meds were not doing anything. My penis seemed the same as before. If anything, I was having a little trouble getting an erection. I asked Dr. Cox about this and she assured me not to worry. The program was not an overnight fix, she explained again. With time, I would see major changes. I needed to be patient and let the meds do their thing. Before I hardly realized it, six months had gone by since I had started getting help. I had been on medication for four months. I had seen Alicia less and less during this time. Actually, I had not seen her at all for at least two months. The last time had not gone very well. She noticed that I had gotten my ears pierced ? I now had small studs in each earlobe ? and wanted to know why. I told her it just seemed like something natural to do. She said something about it being femmy and I nearly started crying. I had been more emotional lately for some reason. We started to have sex as usual, but after eating her out for half an hour, I was not especially successful at penetrating her. Eventually Alicia told me to stop trying. I said something about being tired. Alicia did not really seem to mind very much. In actual point of fact, I was just not that into having sex with her. In any event, it turned out not to be an issue going forward. After that night, Alicia had not called me. That was fine with me, really. So, like I said, the months had passed very quickly. I had arrived at Dr. Cox?s office for my regular exam. The receptionist, Joon, looked up from her computer. ?Wow, your hair looks really terrific,? she said. ?Thanks, I?ve been taking better care of it lately,? I replied, pushing a stray lock back in place. ?It?s very shiny and healthy looking. And I love that you are wearing it longer like that. You should definitely keep growing it out.? It?s true that I had been letting my hair grow. I was also using conditioner every time I washed it and just generally taking better care of it. I guess I had not really thought about it much, even though, truth be told, I was actually spending a lot of time on grooming lately. Brushing it every morning and every night took a little time, yet I did not mind at all. I think this was part of being more confident. You know, taking the time to care about my appearance was a way of saying that I was a worthwhile person. Part of my mind knew that my new attitude about my appearance was the result of the hypnosis sessions and audio files that I got from my therapist. Not that I had a problem with that. In fact, having nice hair made me feel absolutely great. The therapy was totally working. So my hair was now down to my collar and felt thicker from the conditioners and ?product? that I styled it with. Besides my hair, I was also taking better care of the rest of my grooming, too. My eyebrows had been a total mess, but a visit to an eyebrow place at the local mall had cleaned up any unruly hairs and gave my brows a nice, tidy line. My nails, which had also been a mess (both fingers and toes) were now nicely shaped and filed. I keep a coat of clear polish on them to keep them strong. ?Your skin looks great, too,? Joon added. I thanked her for the compliment. Again, good skin did not come for free. Fortunately, there are a lot of very good videos on YouTube about skin care. Most of the bloggers are very attractive women with super clear skin who share their routines, tips, and tricks. I paid close attention and tried to follow their advice. I shaved my face very close every day, even though I probably did not need to shave that often. Actually, my facial hair seemed to be much less dense than it used to be. Sitting at home in the evening, I usually had on a gel facial cream. I washed that off before bed and applied moisturizer. In the morning, after my shower, I would put on a different moisturizer and another cream that helped protect my skin from the sun and also sort of evened out the skin tone a bit. A quick dusting with a finishing powder took care of any shine. My skin care routine really paid off. My face looked smooth and clear. Pro tip: good brushes are a must! It was only natural that I wanted my skin to be healthy looking all over, not just on my face. Shaving helped make it much easier to moisturize everywhere. Besides, I thought the clean, hair-free look on my legs, rear, arms, back, and chest made me look, well, nicer. It really bothered me to have unsightly stubble anywhere. I had just started getting laser treatments. It was going to be really nice when I did not need to worry about shaving anymore! ?Good to see you again, Avery,? Dr. Cox welcomed me back in the exam room. ?I see you are coming along very nicely,? she said, studying my chart. ?Um, my penis does not seem to be any bigger,? I offered with some temerity. Dr. Cox intimidated me a little. She was so professional and so confident. ?And my nipples are itchy lately.? ?Don?t worry about your penis,? she reassured me. ?Just let the medication work. But let?s see about your nipples. Please remove your shirt.? Dr. Cox looked my chest over. She gently felt my pectoral area. When she touched my left nipple, I jumped a little. She gently pulled on it and observed that it immediately got hard and distended. It made me feel funny down in my crotch, which I tried not to show. ?Your nipples are puffy and sensitive to the touch. I recommend you keep them from rubbing against your shirt. You could try taping cotton pads or band-aids to your chest, but I think you would find it a lot more convenient and comfortable to try a padded bra.? She cut me off when I started to object, ?I know, you think it would be embarrassing to wear one. Well, it?s not embarrassing to treat a medical condition. Most people think women wear padded bras so their breasts look bigger. However, many wear one because it keeps their nipples from chafing against their blouses. Same problem you have.? ?Now, there is something else we need to address. I think we need to do something about your weight.? That figures, I thought. I had gained a few pounds here and there over the last few months. Mostly in my rear and thighs. I figured Dr. Cox would want to put me in a diet, so what she said next caught me off guard. ?You are significantly under the target weight that I think is best for you.? ?What?? ?Yes, your current weight is 152 pounds. At five foot eight, that is too skinny for you. Bear in mind that everyone carries weight a little differently. Although you see standardized charts saying this and that, those are not useful in all cases. Remember, we are trying to do what is best for you, not some hypothetical model. So for you, putting on a few pounds will fit in better with our overall goals. Make sense? Good. We can start you off with some weight gain shakes and go from there. You can purchase these at any health food store. Just add a shake to each of your regular meals, plus another one just before bedtime.? ?Exercise is always important,? she continued. ?Especially so when our goal is to increase your body mass. I?m going to refer you to a personal trainer that I know who can help you design an exercise program that will complement what we are doing with your medications.? ?That sounds great,? I replied. I could imagine myself getting more muscular. Not too muscular, though. I?d be happier just getting toned, now that I thought about it more. Lately I had noticed I was getting kind of flabby. For example, my chest looked rather soft. So did my rear end. The next week I met my new personal trainer, Barb Thikket, at a local gym where she worked with her clients. Barb was an imposing woman. She looked like one of those women body-builders, which I learned was because in fact she was a body-builder, or used to be, anyway. She no longer competed, she told me, but did like to stay in top form. Barb did a physical assessment on me, first measuring me all over, next asking about my activity level, then asking me to perform some strength and balancing maneuvers. I don?t think I did very well, but Barb had a positive and encouraging attitude that was very motivational. ?So what I do with my clients is called body sculpting,? she explained. ?We can target certain areas and use some techniques that will change the shape of your body. We can get started with some aerobic exercise and flexibility training. Part of my method also involves using shapewear, which uses compression to target problem areas. So we will need to order some items for you. Some you?ll wear during your workouts. Others you will wear daily at work and around the house, under your clothes, which really helps reinforce the progress you make in the gym. I have your measurements, so leave the ordering to me. In a week or two, you?ll have what you need to start making the new you.? Less than two weeks later Barb called me to say my workout gear had arrived and asked me to come to the gym to get started. When I showed up, Barb pointed out a stack of clothing and told me I could change behind the partition at the back of her office. At her direction, I stepped out of sight and stripped down. ?Everything off,? she said. ?We?ll start from the skin out.? The first thing she handed back over the top of the screen was what looked like a pair of panties. ?High waist briefs, with moderate compression,? she explained. ?Has the added bonus that it will keep your little guy in place during exercise.? Dutifully I pulled them on. They fit pretty tightly. I pushed my penis back between my legs and the briefs flattened things out down there. Next came a sort of vest, with straps over the shoulders and a triple line of hooks and eyes for closure in the front. I struggled with the vest a bit, but got it fastened up. Even on the outermost row of eyelets, it was really tight. ?That is a latex waist trainer. It does two things. First, it compresses your abdomen, which provides core stability. Second, it shapes your waist ? no love handles for you!? That was true, for sure. Another thing it did was shove the flesh of my chest up and out. It was a little weird and embarrassing. ?Besides the shapewear, I also got you a couple of workout outfits. You can wear one outfit for today?s session. This top and leggings are from a company called Onzie.? Barb handed over a tank top and a pair of tights. I put on the tights first. They were black and fit snuggly. The legs were odd. Instead of solid fabric, from the thighs on down was a clingy mesh. You could see my hairless legs through the mesh. I was glad that I shaved my legs, because it would have looked awful with leg hair pushing through the holes in the mesh. The tank was fairly normal, although the top had straps that went up over my shoulders in front and then crossed in back. The design left my shoulder blades mostly exposed. You could easily see the shoulder straps of my waist trainer. Barb had me come out from behind the screen. She seemed very pleased with how everything fit. I pointed out the waist trainer was quite tight, and she assured me that was the idea. I also asked about the tights, and Barb explained that the mesh provided the needed compression while at the same time allowing perspiration to evaporate. I guess that made sense. She had me put on a pair of white footie socks and a pair of gym shoes, and herded me out into the gym floor. I was feeling pretty awkward and shy. I was sure others people working out were looking at me. Barb was completely oblivious to any distress I was experiencing and launched me into what seemed to me like a pretty grueling workout. We started out with 20 minutes on a treadmill until I had worked up a good sweat ? which was pretty easy because of the latex encasing my torso. After that came a rotation of light dumbbell exercises that engaged the muscles in my legs, back, and chest. Most of the work was on my legs and glutes. Finally we wrapped up with some yoga positions and stretching exercises. At the end of the hour I was soaking in sweat and completely exhausted. ?Okay, that?s enough for your first session,? my trainer announced. ?We?ll amp things up a bit over time, but you did just fine. You should be very proud of yourself. Now go shower and change, and I can talk to you about the shapewear I want you to wear between workouts.? She handed me a towel and the clothes I wore into the gym (she put them in a little bag for me) and pointed me to the locker room. ?Um, maybe I should wait and shower at home,? I said. I did not like the idea of using the men?s locker room. ?No, because I need you to try on the daily shapewear. And you don?t want to get those all sweaty, do you?? I was left with little choice, so obeyed. Meekly, I took my bag and walked to the men?s locker room. Once inside, I quickly found an open locker near the back and started to disrobe. The locker room was full of big, sweaty guys. Most of them were in a lot better shape than I was. I was more than a little intimidated. As I was taking off my mesh tights, I caught a guy looking at me with a very odd expression. I tried to ignore him as I took off my tank top, now down to just my compression waist trainer and briefs. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. My penis and testicles practically shriveled, which just made it that much worse. I could tell he was still looking at me. Somehow I managed to shower and get dressed. I found Barb back in her office. Once more, I went back behind the screen and stripped down. Barb handed me another shapewear garment. This one was similar to the waist trainer, but was made of a stretchy fabric instead of latex. It also provided a lot more coverage, all the way down over my hips and thighs to just above the knee. I had a bit of a struggle getting it on because it was quite tight all over. Once it was on, I noticed that the crotch had an opening that would allow me to pee without removing it. For now, I made sure that my ?parts? were tucked up inside. ?Let me see how that fits,? Barb said. She stepped behind the screen and looked me over. There I stood in a skin tight undergarment that encased me from my thighs up my torso and over my shoulders in back, while leaving my chest exposed. Worse than exposed, really. Like the waist trainer, this body shaper pushed my chest up and outward. Barb pulled a little here and there making sure the fit was correct. ?It?s sort of tight,? I said. ?No, that?s exactly the right fit,? she replied. ?The shaper pulls your tummy in very effectively. It also has the side benefit of pulling your rear up. Your butt looks terrific.? I was still very uncomfortable, but I got dressed with the new body shaper on under my regular clothes. Barb gave me a shopping bag with another, identical body shaper, my latex waist trainer, several pairs of the control briefs, the workout outfit I had worn that day, as well as another workout outfit that I had not yet tried on. I could hand wash the body shaper I had worn each day and alternate between the two. It was really weird going to work the next day with a tight body shaper under my pants and shirt. All day long I could feel the pull on my abdomen and rear end. On top of that, I had on one of the control briefs, too, because I had discovered that my penis and testicles tended to work their way out the crotch opening in the body shaper. That was both uncomfortable and embarrassing. The tight briefs kept things in place. Even worse, my nipples were really, really sore. The workout had caused bad chafing. Every time I moved, the rough cotton of my shirt rubbed them worse. By the end of the day, I knew I had to do something. So after work, I drove to the local mall and went into Birkstroms, one of the nicer department stores. I was nervously looking around the women?s underwear section when a saleswoman appeared behind me. ?Can I help you?? she asked. The woman was around my age, maybe a little younger, and was dressed in a professional looking skirt and blouse. ?Um, maybe. My doctor told me I have a medical condition that is causing increased sensitivity in my, um, nipples. And, well, she suggested that maybe... maybe a bra would help prevent chafing,? I explained, trying to hide my embarrassment. ?A padded bra, actually,? I added. The saleswoman ? her name tag said Leeza ? paused a moment to consider what I had just told her. ?Oh, okay. I?m sure I can be of assistance. Do you happen to know your bra size? No? Okay, let?s get you measured and we can go from there.? She brought be back to a fitting room, grabbing a cloth tape measure on the way. Once we had some privacy, she measured my chest ? once below the fleshy part and once across the nipples. She announced that I was a 36A. I was not sure if that was a good or bad thing. She told me to wait while she picked out some bras I could try on. Leeza returned a few minutes later with several bras. She had me remove my shirt, which displayed my body shaper wrapped tightly around my torso. She paused again and seemed quite interested, but said nothing about it. She did suggest that I needed to pull the straps down and undo the top hook and eye fasteners because it would be better to wear my bras underneath the shaper rather than over the top. Once I complied, Leeza helped me into the first bra. She wrapped it around me loosely and had me lean forward a little so my chest sort of fell into the bra cups. Once they were situated, she did up the closure in back and adjusted the length of the shoulder straps. Leeza felt the cups and verified that I filled them correctly. ?This is a wirefree contour bra from Wacoal,? she explained, ?It?s what we call a ?tee shirt bra? because it has smooth foam cups that softly define your breasts without being too obvious under your shirt. The beige color helps with that, too.? She asked how it felt, and I answered honestly that it felt strange to be wearing a bra but that it seemed to fit well and it felt soft against my nipples. Leeza practically beamed. I tried on a few other models of bra, but the Wacoal one seemed to be the best. Leeza thought I better have at least two, so I could wash them, and started to leave to get a duplicate of the one I already had on. As she was leaving, I remembered something. ?Um, I think I also need a bra for when I work out. I get really sweaty. My personal trainer is sort of tough.? ?Oh, sure. Let me get a sports bra in your size. That should work,? Leeza said. In a jiffy, she came back with another of the Wacoal tee-shirt bras and two black sports bras in medium and large. The medium seemed to fit better. Leeza removed the tags from one of the bras so I could wear it home. As she was ringing me up, she handed me her business card. ?I?m glad we could find things that work for you,? she said, ?If you need anything else in the future, I?d love to help out again.? I thanked her for her assistance. She had clearly tried to make me feel comfortable about buying a brassiere, and I let her know I appreciated that. She gave me another big smile and told me it had been her pleasure. Over the next three months I kept up a pretty consistent routine. On Mondays and Thursdays I worked out with Barb. Every other Tuesday I saw my therapist Ms. Demale. Once a month I checked in with Dr. Cox. My body was clearly responding to the weight gain program. I now weighed 185 pounds, about 30 pounds more than when I started. However, the results were not exactly what I had expected. Instead of getting more muscular, it sort of seemed like the opposite. My arms seemed slimmer than before. More toned, yes, but smaller. It seemed like most of the new weight went directly to my rear, hips, and thighs. Even more disconcerting was my chest. My breasts were clearly getting bigger and my nipples stood out rather prominently. Dr. Cox continued to reassure me that the medication was doing its job and that what I was seeing was just a side effect that was not cause for concern. I was not so sure. Ms. Demale gave me some new hypnosis files that she said would help with my body anxiety. Still, I had to do something because my clothes were not fitting any more. For workouts, Barb ordered new shapers and workout gear that fit my new size. For every day wear, I found myself back at Birkstroms and the woman who had helped me before, Leeza. I explained that I had gained some weight and none of my clothes fit. We went into a fitting room and I removed my shirt and undid the top of my body shaper. When I took off my bra, Leeza appeared to be sort of fascinated by my larger breasts. ?Yes, you are certainly bigger than when I saw you last time,? she said. She had me remove my shoes and pants so she could take measurements. Leeza left and returned with a handful of bras and panties. She helped me into one of the new bras. ?You are now a size 38B. Almost a C cup, actually.? The new bras were much like the old ones, only larger. They provided a lot of support which felt nice. She also had me try on some new panties, which I had to do over the top of the ones I already had on because otherwise the store could not take them back. The new panties offered light control, Leeza said. They seemed to fit well, so while Leeza left in search of outerwear for me, I traded out the old, too small panties for a pair of the new, larger ones. Leeza came back with several pairs of jeans. None of them fit. Some did not have enough room in the seat and thighs. And the ones that did have enough room were super loose around my waist. It was a little frustrating. ?I think I know what will work,? Leeza told me and disappeared again. She returned carrying another pair of jeans and a pair of pants. She also had a few shirts. The jeans fit perfectly. They hugged my hips and rear while tapering down to sit snuggly around my waist. They sat a little lower on the hips than I was used to, and the zipper seemed short, but that was okay. I mentioned that they fit rather closely, and she told me the fabric was designed to stretch a little. I tried on the pants and they fit just like the jeans did. ?Those are size 14. They are, um, women?s jeans and trousers,? Leeza explained. ?I figured that was okay since you are already wearing a bra and panties and a corselet.? I did not know what to say, exactly. It was sort of disconcerting that men?s clothing no longer fit me. On the other hand, it was good to have pants that fit properly. While I was still processing that, Leeza helped me try on the shirts. The first one was too big, but the others seemed to fit pretty well. Leeza confessed that these were also ladies wear. She said I could try on some men?s shirts if I wanted, but they would be too tight in the chest and too loose around the midsection. I could see that she was right. The women?s tops provided enough room for my breasts yet tapered to follow my narrowish waist. They also widened some at the very bottom, which matched my larger hips. Apparently, with the help of the body shaper and thanks to the weight I had gained in the last few months, I had an hourglass figure. Eventually I settled on two bras, half a dozen pairs of panties, a sports bra. two pairs of jeans, two pairs of slacks, three button-up shirts, and a couple of casual shirts. Leeza picked out a new pair of dress shoes for me while we were at it. They were black and fairly basic, but they did have a small block heel. They looked good with the women?s pants. As I was getting ready to check out, I realized that my wallet, phone, and keys would not fit in the pockets of my new jeans. I ended up getting a black shoulder bag to hold my things. Leeza gave me a ?frequent shopper? discount, which was nice of her. I left Birkstroms wearing a woman?s body shaper, a bra, control panties, ladies jeans, a cream colored blouse, women?s low-heeled shoes, and a purse. Back in my car in the parking lot, I sat crying quietly for a while thinking about the changes in my body. It was just a lot to get used to. I was going to have to dress in women?s clothes from now on. I decided I really needed to talk with Counselor Demale about this. I called her service and got a priority appointment for the next day. The following afternoon, I was in her office talking about my experience the prior day. She asked how I felt in general, and I had to say I was feeling great most of the time. She asked how I felt about the shape of my body, and I had to think about that for a while. ?I am not really sure,? I answered after some reflection, ?At first I was really upset. I really have no choice now except to dress in women?s clothing. Men?s clothes don?t fit at all. That?s the kind of thing that any guy would find upsetting. And like I said, I was upset at first. But now I?m not sure. Although these clothes should feel wrong, in actual point of fact they feel very comfortable. The more I think about it, the more conflicted I feel. It?s complicated.? ?Body image is a complex thing. And clothing is an important part of how we see ourselves,? my therapist told me. ?So it?s important that we feel comfortable and confident in how we look, how we dress, and how we present ourselves to the world. I?d suggest you embrace your body as it is. You need to let you be you, and dress however you want, look however you want, and carry yourself however you want. Acceptance is a much healthier path.? ?Maybe you?re right,? I admitted. ?How do you feel about your small penis?? she asked me. ?Does it still trouble you that your penis and testicles are considerably smaller than average?? I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. I had never thought my penis was especially small until Dr. Cox told me that as part of a clinical diagnosis. And then Ms. Demale had driven the point home when she forced me to compare my own penis with that photo of an enormous black cock she had showed me. Even though it had been some time since then, the image of that huge member still haunted me. Obviously my penis was much smaller than that. And now my penis had, if anything, gotten even smaller. Similarly, my testicles ? which had never been big ? pretty clearly seemed smaller than they had been. My counselor picked up on my distress. ?I think you should be happy with the smallness of your penis,? she advised me. ?A small penis and diminutive testicles are a sign that you are more in touch with your feminine side. You don?t need to be an alpha male to be happy and pretending to be one is just going to cause you stress. That is just not who you are. You can be much more comfortable being who you really are. More like a girl. Wearing girl?s clothes, having long hair like a girl, wearing makeup like a girl, carrying yourself in public like a girl ? these are characteristics that you have gravitated toward and that make you happy.? ?Are you sure?? I asked her. ?Won?t people think I?m a sissy or something?? ?Do you think of yourself as a sissy?? she asked me in return. ?And if you do, is there anything wrong with that? If being a sissy is who you are and makes you happy, is that a bad thing? Perhaps you would be happier thinking of yourself as a sissy.? I thought about that for a while. ?Do you think I?m a sissy?? I wanted to know. ?Yes, actually. I do. I think you are a sissy. A very sweet, very girlish little sissy.? Ms. Demale ended our session with more hypno-therapy. When I came out of trance my anxiety about the changes in my body and appearance had faded. I felt like I had worked things out productively and was much more at peace with myself. I cried a little and thanked my therapist for helping me through this. She dried my eyes with a tissue and told me, ?Anything for my special girl.? My life continued on. Barb cut back our personal training sessions to once a week. I was expected to do aerobic exercise two or three times a week on my own. I went running in a local park sometimes. Other times I dropped in for an aerobics class at the gym. It turned out the Joon, the receptionist at Dr. Cox?s office, also took those classes. That was really great. Joon was several inches shorter than me but probably weighed as much or maybe a little more. She said she was trying to stay fit and watch her figure. She looked terrific, in my opinion, and I told her so. It was good to have a familiar face around while exercising. Often after class we would hang out together for a while, getting a smoothie or something. We quickly became good friends. It was really fun gossiping with her about other people in the gym, or about work, or whatever. We started having lunch together whenever our schedules lined up. Occasionally we would catch a movie. Speaking of work, it was time again for my quarterly performance review. I did data analysis for a company that handled human resources for other companies that preferred to sub-contract that function out. My manager, Aditi, spent most of the review going over my workload from the previous three months and talking about upcoming projects. Most of the feedback was positive and Aditi mentioned only a few areas in which I could improve. As the review was wrapping up, Aditi said to me, ?You know that we highly value workplace diversity.? Of course I agreed; the company liked to promote that point. It was part of projecting a progressive image for our clients. ?Good. I want you to know that in particular we are in strong support of alternative lifestyles. We have no room at all for discrimination based on race, religion, ethnic origin, marital status, veteran?s status, age, sexual orientation, or gender identification.? She emphasized those last two bullet points. I was not sure where she was going with this. It was all pretty standard stuff. For a moment, I started to get worried. Had I done something to violate the non- discrimination policy? ?So again I want to let you know that you are a very valued team member. The company supports transgender employees and pledges to provide a safe and accepting workplace.? Aditi told me. She wrapped up the review and I wandered back to my desk in a fog. My manager, and presumably everyone else at work, thought I was transgendered! They were going out of their way to make sure I felt comfortable. I think I started giggling at how serious Aditi had been about it. It was really sweet, I suppose. Oh course I was not really transgendered. Of course not. I mean sure, my body looked a lot like a woman?s body with the breasts and the wide hips, and sure I had long hair and earrings and wore just a touch of makeup, and sure I came to work in ladies? career wear. Oh crap, I thought to myself. How had I not seen this? How had this happened so gradually and so naturally that I never quite put the pieces together? Was I a transgender? I was not sure. But apparently everyone else thought so. If I was expecting the Earth to stop turning or mass mayhem to break out because my employer decided I needed to be reassured they would not fire me for being transgender, it did not happen. I continued to do my job just like before. No one treated me any differently at the office or at the gym. Strangers often mistook me for female, which frankly had been happening for a while now. I no longer felt compelled to correct them. I admit I spent a lot of time wondering about myself, but before long the mundaneness of life reasserted itself and I just kept doing what I had been doing. I confessed what had happened to Joon and we both had a good laugh about it. She kissed me on the cheek and told me that however I wanted to be, that was just fine with her. April and become May, May had become June, the days were getting warmer, and another two months had gone by. I was back at Dr. Cox?s office for my regular visit. I chatted with Joon while I waited. She had a new necklace and matching bracelet that were very cool, which I mentioned to her. She seemed happy that I liked them and complimented me in return for a new pair of earrings I had on. She also liked the pants I was wearing ? I had been shopping at Birkstroms again. I talked about how I was gaining weight and it all went straight to my backside, which made her laugh and sympathize. ?Your butt looks pretty good in those,? she assured me. Before long I was called back to see Dr. Cox. ?I?m having trouble with erections,? I told her when she asked me how I was doing. ?Frankly, it?s been more difficult for a while, but now they are just not happening at all.? ?Fortunately we now have a range of medications that can very successfully treat erectile disjunction. If you want that, I have some samples you can try. However, I?m going to want to closely monitor your reaction because we don?t want any deleterious drug interactions with the other medications you are taking. Let?s finish the rest of your usual checkup and then you can take a pill for your ED here in the office where I can watch for problems. Sound good?? I agreed that would work. A little while later, after the standard physical, Dr. Cox gave me a tablet of Viagra. She told me it would take about an hour to take effect, so I would need to wait in the treatment room until it did. I surfed on my phone and read a magazine or two to pass the time. Periodically someone would check my blood pressure and heart rate, which remained normal. I felt slightly flushed, but otherwise was fine. It was getting late in the day by the time one hour had elapsed. The office had officially closed by this time and most everyone had left. Dr. Cox came back to see me. She said she needed to see the results, which meant I had to strip naked. She had me get up on the exam table wearing one of those stupid hospital gowns. She pulled out a pair of foot rests and positioned me at the edge of the table with my feet in the stirrups. With a gloved hand, she examined my penis. ?Not hard yet,? she said. ?I think I know why. The Viagra does not spontaneously give you an erection. Instead, it helps you get one. You still need to be aroused in order for it to work. Let me try something to increase your arousal.? She squirted some lubricant onto a gloved finger and placed her fingertip against my anus. ?This is going to feel unusual at first, but I need you to relax,? she told me. With that, she inserted her finger into my rectum. I let out a tiny shriek of surprise. ?That?s starting to get a response,? she announced. She worked her finger in deeper. My penis started to get hard. It got even harder when she began moving her finger around in my bottom. She slid a second finger into me and continued working them back and forth rhythmically. ?Hmm, I?d like to see a stronger erection. Let?s try more stimulus.? She pulled her fingers out of my rectum. Although I could not see what she was doing, I could hear her looking around in one of the drawers in the office cabinet. ?There you are,? she said to whatever instrument she had been searching for. A moment later, something much bigger than Dr. Cox?s fingers invaded my backside. Whatever it was seemed to be long and cylindrical and well lubricated. It completely filled me. It felt enormous. Dr. Cox let me get used to its size, then started to pump my rear with it. My penis responded with the biggest and hardest stiffy I had seen in a long while. I moaned softly as my physician worked her tool in and out of my ass. ?Dr. Cox, will you be needing anything else?? It was Joon, apparently the last person left in the office besides Dr. Cox and myself. She had popped her head into the treatment room. When she saw me up on the exam table, feet in the stirrups, legs held wide open, with Dr. Cox ploughing my butthole with a large dildo, her jaw dropped. She stared openly at the sight of that fake cock disappearing into my plump ass and my small penis standing absolutely erect. ?Oh my god!? she breathed. ?That is so fucking hot!? Joon moved into the room and closed the door behind her. ?Did you know that Joon thinks you are really cute?? Dr. Cox asked me in a conversational tone. She continued to fuck my ass with that giant dildo. ?She loves feminine girly bois like you. Sometimes she practically gushes about how attractive you are, now that you are such a complete sissy.? While Dr. Cox was talking, Joon was rubbing her breasts and crotch through her dress. She was breathing heavily. ?Fuck,? she repeated. Joon started to pull off her dress while doing her best to keep eye contact on the dildo moving in and out of my rear. Her bra and panties followed immediately after. Her large breasts hung over her cute tummy. A lot of Asian girls have small tits, but Joon was not one of them. Her nipples stood out prominently from her large, dark areolas. Her hips and thighs looked soft and wonderful. I was super turned on. I?m not sure what was making me hornier: Joon?s ripe, naked body or the ass- fucking I was getting from my doctor. Frankly, I didn?t much care. It was glorious. Joon approached me and more or less jammed one of her big breasts into my open mouth. I licked and kissed and sucked on her nipples. She pulled the hospital gown off me and her lips went straight for my own breasts. Joon began to kiss and suck at my nipples, sending an electric charge through my whole body. We were sucking on each other?s tits and it was driving both of us wild. Dr. Cox still wielded her dildo, but she slowed down the ass fucking. I don?t think she wanted me to climax just yet. Over the slurping sounds Joon and I were making over each other?s boobs, I thought I could hear a wet, squishy sound coming from Dr. Cox. I could not see, but think she had her fingers up her cunt. Joon was clearly getting off from the mutual breast worship, but she just as clearly had decided she needed more. She climbed up on top of the exam table and lowered herself down onto my very erect penis. A look of bliss washed over her beautiful face. ?Oh yeah, give me that girly little cock,? she purred. ?Mommy?s pussy needs her little sissy?s penis.? Joon slid up and down on me, slowly and taking her time. ?Mommy?s so hot for her sissy girl. Your little dick feels so good in her big girl cunt.? She started to fuck me faster. Her tits were bobbing up and down above me. Her wonderful, thick thighs rippled as they propelled her cunt up and down on my cock. Joon leaned over and kissed my hard. Our tongues danced together. ?Avery, you are so sexy. I love your big tits and your big, round ass. You are such a total sissy. You love being a sissy faggot, don?t you sweety? Say it. Tell me how much you love being my sissy faggot.? ?Oh god, Joon, yes! I love it. I love being your sissy faggot!? ?Are you going to make Mommy cum, little girl?? Joon was clearly going over the top. She started to come in powerful spasms, screaming, ?Fuck me sissy! Fuck me sissy!? That was all I could take. I erupted into her with an enormous convulsion and continued to spurt for what seemed like forever. I collapsed back onto the exam table. Joon kissed me and gave me the biggest smile ever. ?I think I love you, my sweet, sweet sissy,? she told me. ?I love you too,? I told her, tearing up. Somewhere down between my legs, I could hear Dr. Cox cumming. Presently, she removed the dildo from my ass with a wet plop. ?Well, that seemed to go pretty well,? she said. All three of us started laughing. Dr. Cox had a big, shit-eating grin on her face. Joon looked like the proverbial cat ? you know, the one with the canary. I was completely blissed out. It took a while before we could bring ourselves to clean up, get dressed, and go home. Joon kissed me while I was leaving. It was heavenly. So, that happened. The incredibly twisted and hot episode on the exam table was a pivotal moment for me in so many ways. For starters, Joon and I became a couple pretty much the next day. We met up for lunch and neither of us made it back to work that afternoon. We shortly became inseparable. We moved in together not long after. I was very happy to finally have a girlfriend who valued me and liked me for who I am. She was ecstatic to have a smart, loving, and cute sissy boi all her very own. It was more than just a fetish. She viewed me as someone who would understand her in the same way that she understood me. What started as friendship at aerobics class burst forth into deeply-kinky lust, only to develop into a mutual and emotionally fulfilling love. I could never have asked for more. Over the days immediately after what Joon and I referred to as ?the clinic sexcapade? I learned a lot about what had been transpiring just below the surface for these many months. Apparently my therapist had concluded from almost the very start that I was a frustrated sissy. My psychological profile placed me well along the transgender scale. I did not want to transition to fully female, but I did need to be able to strongly and outwardly express my feminine nature. I guess I confessed a lot while I was in trance and free of the restrictions that I thought society had imposed upon me. Ms. Demale got my consent to undergo physical and mental changes that would allow me to express my inner self. She showed me a video recording in which I admitted that I had always wanted to be more like a girl and agreed to hormone therapy and hypnotic suggestion that would make my body and mind better align with my feminine inner self. Once I had committed to the program, she used post-hypnotic suggestion to partially block the full weight of that decision from my conscious mind. Ms. Demale said that was necessary to reduce the anxiety that otherwise would have tortured me. She periodically checked that I was still okay with the changes happening to me and that I was truly happier. She admitted this was an unusual approach, but effective. In all honesty, I had no complaint. Of course Dr. Cox had been in on this the whole time. It surprised me only a little to learn that she and Ms. Demale were occasional lovers. Dr. Cox had put me on a regimen of spironolactone and estrogen, which together had blocked the testosterone receptors in my body and started what was more or less female puberty. That?s why my breasts grew and my hips and ass as well. The weight gain along with the exercise program and the body shaping control garments had helped that along. I now had the secondary sex characteristics of a woman. Dr. Cox thought I had made sufficient progress that I could cut back on the hormone therapy somewhat and still maintain my girlish figure. This would also make it easier for me to get erections, although I would almost certainly need ED drugs as well. Joon liked getting fucked ? and she actually preferred small penises ? so the new treatment plan matched up well with our desires. Although I slowed down the weight gain, I did continue to put on some pounds for a while longer. Honestly, I wanted bigger boobs and thighs. I really liked being a big, beautiful woman, like Joon. Eventually I had outgrown my clothes again, which meant a trip back to Birkstroms and my favorite saleswoman, Leeza. Turns out Leeza had been promoted to a ?personal shopper.? The meant she worked as a wardrobe consultant on an individual basis with select customers. I made an appointment with her over the phone and she sounded more than happy to help me once again. We met in Customer Service on the third floor. She was dressed in a gray skirt suit that looked terrific on her. If you are going to sell clothing, I suppose it?s important to look well-dressed yourself. Leeza greeted my warmly. ?You have really filled out,? she said, looking me over. I was now well over 200 pounds. She brought me to a fitting room and took my current measurements. We went back to her cubicle and talked about my lifestyle and wardrobe needs. I told her that I was now pretty much living as a woman, which did not seem to surprise her all that much. ?Okay, I can work with this,? Leeza told me. ?Give me a couple of days and I can have a new wardrobe picked out for you, top to bottom, inside and out. I?m sure you will love your new things, but of course you are under no obligation to buy anything you don?t like. Trust me, though, you will look amazing.? ?You have really lovely hair,? she added as I was getting ready to leave. I smiled and said that a lot of people told me that lately. My hair had grown even longer and was now past my shoulders. ?But you should really have it cut and maybe give it more shape. I also really like that you are taking care of your skin. You look great. However, getting a professional to work with you would really pay off. We have both services, hair and cosmetology, right here in the store. I can schedule appointments for you when you come back to try on your new clothing.? I told her that sounded great. A few days later I was back at Birkstroms and ensconced in the same private changing room we had used earlier. Leeza asked me to undress and put on a white terry cloth changing robe. When I was ready, she came back into the changing room with a portable clothes rack and a few shopping bags ?Okay, let?s start from the bottom, so to speak,? she smiled. ?Please put this on.? She handed me a new pair of control panties. ?Feel okay? Good. That?s a high-waist shaper from a company called Spanx. Size extra large.? Next came a new bra. This one seemed considerably more substantial than the ones I had worn so far. Leeza helped me into it and adjusted the straps. ?This is a full-coverage bra from Goddess. It?s a size 40D.? The new bra felt really wonderful. It was very supportive. It also made my breasts look terrific. I was stacked! The next thing that Leeza pulled from one of the shopping bags looked like my waist trainer, but it had laces on the back. ?This will help define your waist even better than the shapewear you have been using. This is a corset. A waist training corset, to be more specific. First, put on this liner, which will be nicer on your skin and also will keep sweat and oils from getting on your corset. Then we?ll get you laced up.? I pulled a stretchy cotton tube up over my torso. Leeza opened up the front of the corset and slipped it around my waist. She closed the front hooks and pegs (she called it a busk) and started to tighten the laces on the back. She worked methodically, pulling the corset in evenly. ?We can?t go too tight just yet. You need to ?season? your corset for a few weeks before you can start tight lacing. Just get it snug for now. Over time, it will stretch to a custom fit on your body. After that, you can start serious reduction. Your natural waist presently is 38 inches. This corset is a size 32, which means when fully closed it reduces to a 32 inch waist. Until the corset is seasoned, we will only tighten it down about halfway. You should wear this a few hours day to break it in, then gradually wear it longer until you are used to the corset and the corset is used to you, too.? She smiled. ?At that point, you can lace it down all the way closed. It will very dramatically change your figure.? I took a look at myself in one of the mirrors in the changing room. What I saw was woman with long, thick hair that was laced into a corset. Her large breasts were held up and out in a pretty bra. Her ass and hips jutted out prominently from below her corset. Honestly, I felt a little faint. I could not ignore my reflection in the mirror: I looked like a big, beautiful woman. I absolutely loved it. Still somewhat dazed, I let Leeza continue to dress me. I put on a pair of black pants that came high on my waist and fit tightly all the way down my leg. Leeza mentioned that the pants were a size 18. They were snug across my generous hips and butt. Instead of closing in front, the zipper was on the left side. The pants did not have any pockets. Next came an off-white, long-sleeve dress shirt, size extra large, with subtle ruffles along the front and at the cuffs. The outfit was accessorized with a slim ladies wrist watch, a few simple bracelets, a pendant necklace, and earrings that matched. Last came a pair of black pumps with a three inch heel. ?This is your office look. Basic but sophisticated. You can mix and match with some other pairs of trousers and blouses that I?ve picked out.? Over the next 40 minutes or so, I tried on five or six pairs of pants and at least a dozen blouses. Most of the pants fit close without being too tight but some had wide, loose legs which were very feminine. Most of the blouses were variations on the first one, differing only in color and small changes in the cut and details. Some had long sleeves, while for many the sleeves ended just past the elbow. One was practically translucent. My bra showed through very plainly. Apart from the see- through blouse, it was clear that Leeza was going with a conservative look for me at the office. That made sense. ?Let?s try on some casual clothes you can wear when you go out to dinner or are just hanging out,? Leeza suggested. I stripped back down to my underwear. Leeza mercifully undid the laces of my corset and let me out of it. She handed me a new bra and panties. These panties fit low on my hips and had a little lace around the top. They matched the lacy pink bra she had left for me. These were much more girly than the previous ones. ?Nice,? Leeza said. She had me try on several pairs of jeans. Some hit low on my hips, some went up to my belly button. Some fit skin tight all over. Some flared out below the knee. Leeza considered the fit of each and selected two pairs of skinny jeans and one pair with a boot cut. I also tried on some leggings, which Leeza explained was a ubiquitous look for women these days. My boy parts showed a little in the leggings, so I tried them on over the control briefs and that problem was solved. Leeza matched the leggings with a pair of knee-high riding boots. They looked great and would go well with the jeans, too. Next came an assortment of tee shirts, casual blouses, light sweaters, and tank tops. My bra straps plainly showed under the tank tops, which is just what women did now. ?Let?s try a few more things for fun,? Leeza said. From one of the garment bags she removed a beautiful blue dress. I could hardly wait to try it on. The bodice fit snuggly on my torso and seemed to make my breasts look bigger. The skirt