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A lost lover, Changes for Melissa by MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I appreciate the editing assistance of Santacruzman There is an inspiration for this tale and the character Thom in the film directed by Jean Negulesco: "How to Marry a Millionaire". I love the three women characters, Shatze, Pola and Loco and their manipulations. This tale does NOT follow that plot though. I hope you enjoy this story. MQ Part ONE Being loved is great. Being in love is so much better. When something comes between you and your lover, you have to change or you at least admit to have failed at love. Falling out of love was my problem. I wondered how it happen to her and I; how had we fallen out of love? My Ex seemed to stop caring about having me around, having me in her life. It wasn't that I cheated but I hadn't been a devoted partner since her attitude shifted ten months earlier. It was several months afterward that I would find out how she had moved beyond our marriage but it was still a surprise. We were together for two years before marrying. Now fifty months later we were both in very complicated and different relationships. Her shift away from us was dramatic and I believe her change of heart was not related to me. It seemed that one day she just found reasons to be away. Her employer required her to work long hours but there was more to it. I had begun to suspect that she was seeing someone but I had learned not to probe. My previous lover Shelly had been secretive and I erred once and regretted my curiosity. I chose to meddle into her secret only to discover she had been caring for a sickly sister rather than having an affair. Shelly left me the following week and I was saddened by my blunder for months. Maybe that failure had allowed me to be naive about my Ex-wife's behavior as her time away from the house increased. I began to assume that she was playing around at her office and I suppose that led to my unease but the specifics are not typical. It didn't matter now though. We were not together. - - - - - - - Since the breakup of my marriage I had been planning for a big event. The arrangements had consumed many hours during the past weeks. In a way, I had been working on this weekend since I had returned from a Las Vegas business presentation almost a year ago. I had a new home and had completed the renovations. The work and details had consumed me with the research and ordering of the special items I wanted. The two high-end video cameras had arrived the other day. I had set each up and practiced using them sufficiently to make the recordings of the celebration and both were now connected with the wireless system to the hard-drive. During the previous four months the house renovation had been my focus. I have a habit of getting too much into details but that's a different matter. Now the systems and the decorative finishing were completed. The interiors of this unique but older home had required months of work. Many of the work items I had completed without a contractor but the mechanical systems were beyond me. The installation of a new air-conditioning system and the all-house system control had been expensive even for this modestly sized home. The audio and video system were integrated with the whole house control. It had cost more than the proposal but I was past the point of considering it willful. Now I just enjoyed seeing my favorite videos on all five of the large displays about the house. The hard-drive system included all of my favorite music as well as movies (and the best porn I could find as well). I had come to love watching porn movies. As I checked the image quality from the two new cameras and made the minor adjustments I paused. On the monitor I saw the visage I had prepared and become. I wore a black bodycon dress that highlighted my long, elegant neck. The pearls I had bought for the color and drape line helped my less than oval face appear acceptable. I had been blessed with a feminine chin and a soft jaw line. The injections had made my thin lips appear thicker and I wore a deep red lipcolor. At the beginning of my marriage my Ex had insisted that I spend the money and therefore my straight, white teeth only helped my appearance. I had my mom's small duchess nose, which was perfect, but it was my light blue eyes that drew my appearance away from a typical girls. I now tended to wear large earrings and 7-centimeter hoops now hung from my delicate ears. My face had been what convinced Cindy, a lover, that my looks would present as feminine. However my hair, though silky and full was way too short, impossibly short so I wore a wig. I was excited to have the house complete so that I could focus on my other needs. More than eleven months had passed since I had surprised my Ex and began this adventure. With our divorce completed I had determined to more aggressively develop my side practice of investing and the daily trading had begun to show benefits. It was startling that three of the securities I had gambling on had done so well. I hadn't made any really money in the market before these three securities shot up so dramatically. Within a few weeks I had squirreled away a sizeable chunk of cash; enough so that I left my job at the end month. The extra time and freedom had allowed me to finish the new home to my taste. Really the spike in the value of my investments allowed me to change many of the details of my life. Without my Ex to question me, I had been working to decrease my body fat. When my mother had died prematurely her doctor had suggested that her poor diet had contributed to early passing so after the divorce, I decided that my health should be part of my rebuilding process. A friend had suggested I get one of the Pilates systems. I didn't resist her idea and now the Peak unit was in the exercise room and the workouts had helped over the past months to reduce my weight from one hundred and sixty-two to about one hundred thirty pounds. I also enjoyed walking as it got me out into the new neighborhood and the morning path had grown to three miles every other day. Being female, lead me to wanting a soft body with little or no flab and I was already quite slim except for my hips. Thankfully my skin showed little signs of the dreaded cellulite. I was about sixty-eight inches tall and closing in on the four-zero; and now without someone special to celebrate with. My gender alignment seemed correct to me today; it was more fluid and yet individual. How different I felt was due to a series of decisions, each with consequences. I might be alone but I had achieved some level of independence. The Ex might see this all quite differently but I no longer matter to her. Her lover was now the center of her imagination. Of course I didn't feel very masculine any longer. You might understand now that I was moving towards a different life. My feminine nature had complete control at this point and I could not be happier. Well except I hadn't had sex with anyone in months! The phone rang and I got it before the machine picked up. "Yes, this is Melissa." The caller was confirming the timing for tomorrow. I had made the arrangements two weeks ago for the two to visit me and spend the night. "Yes, okay. So the young woman's name is Gloria, I like that. Good, she should arrive about 1pm, humm. Can you ask Gloria to make it nearer to Noon?" The manager said that was okay. "That will be better. Gloria is a redhead correct? Oh yes." I wanted my assistant to have a different hair color then mine. "Excuse me, can I ask you to confirm her measurements?" The woman's voice continued, "She is a true redhead so her hair color is soft red, sort of the color of Jessica Chastain's. Gloria is her real name Melissa. She is five-foot nine and her weight is about one hundred and twenty pounds. We normally do not quote our girls breast size since many clients seem to request girls with big chests these days. Since you have requested a girl with, your note said, 'perfect but smaller breasts' I'll tell you that Gloria is a 35B." The discussion turned to the second reason for the confirmation call. "Now Turner is a big man at one hundred ninety-five pounds and he is six- two. His blonde hair isn't too short but he's a hunk like you requested," she said quietly. She then spoke of his penis. "Not too big though, about seven inches. You requested that we have him arrive via taxi after five tomorrow is that correct Miss Melissa?" I considered my time with Gloria. "Yes, five will work, thank you." I wanted my special day to be perfect and I wanted a video record of the events as well. Gloria would be helping with that. "Yes the time with Gloria alone should be sufficient. Turner understands what he is to wear correct?" She paused. "Yes, a grey two-piece suit with black dress shoes, but no tie nor a belt." She was clearly reading from the notes I had sent them. I remembered about the release. "They both must have the signed video release for my records please." "Certainly Miss Melissa, they have executed the document. We're sure that the two we're sending will more than meet you expectations Miss Melissa." The vocal coaching had helped, my Ex had recommended the woman who had visited for the past six weeks. During these weeks she taught me to use my feminine range and this confirmation made me tingle. I hung up the telephone. I was excited to have the details settled. Now I needed to relax and I went to the wine cooler for a glass of Chardonnay. Stopping in the hall, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I was wearing my grey skinny jeans with ankle cuffs, a white blouse and medium saddle-toned heels. I had applied a simple makeup scheme; mascara and lipstick over a soft foundation without a deep tone of eye shadow. My hair was simply too short still, so I wore a medium length natural wig of soft chestnut color. Maybe in another year I would be able to use a stylist and forgo the various wigs I had collected. My Ex had not been too enthused about my dressing and the other changes. I was quite surprised that I'd even considered it but the convention trip to Las Vegas last year had been full of surprises. I had to travel to Las Vegas with my boss at the time for an important meeting. That night after we had won the contract she had made a pass at me! We had traveled several times previously without such an incident so I was surprised when the meeting finished that she suggested that we stop for a drink in the Hotel bar. As the evening became night she slipped closer to me at the bar. I could tell she was about to cross the line so I moved my chair away. "Cindy we can't do this. One, I'm married, two I work with you and lastly you're just not my type." She was offended. "How am I not? I am very attracted to you Thom. Is it that you know something about me that others don't?" We had been drinking, a lot. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. I had moved back closer thinking I had missed her say something and looked at her face, but she had turned away towards the window. She had spoken earlier about how most bosses were discussed by those who report to them. The fact that she was a successful Ivy League educated MBA also caused others to attack her character behind her back. We worked for a firm with only a hundred and ninety employees and I had heard the upper managers sometimes taking stabs at her success. But now a woman ran the firm. The founder had recently passed away and his wife Justine had taken control of the company. Her husband had died of cancer several months earlier and Justine felt Cindy could do no wrong and most of the time I agreed. I could see that Cindy now had tears in her eyes. She told me how hard it was always trying to be perfect. The other women didn't allow her into their group and the men were terribly jealous of her success. "To make matters worse I'm a transgender woman Thom." This last statement was said so quietly, I had not clearly heard her and I shifted closer again. She thought I was moving to kiss her. She turned to me and kissed my cheek. "Oh Thom I've wanted you for the past fifteen months," she was nearer now and I don't know how but the next moment we were kissing. She kissed me deeply as her left hand went to my crotch. Her statement about her gender was lost to me at that moment. - - - - - - - My Ex didn't see how I could have slept with my boss. I didn't share the detail about Cindy's sexuality, at first. "It was harmless and I won't be sleeping with her again dear." She had discovered a pair of panties that weren't hers in my suitcase. "And anyway who are you to talk?" I said. There were three misstatements in my one sentence; that night had caused me to reconsider everything in my world a new, and I did sleep with Cindy in Vegas and again weeks later, and lastly my Ex was no 'dear' any longer. We both had not been working on our marriage for almost a year. It seemed that we weren't attending to the each other. A drift had occurred. Sadness is somehow a part of every breakup but ours was safe and fair. I thought that she didn't love me any longer and I had found out a few weeks after the Vegas trip that she had been seeing a woman on the side for some months. "Lindsay gives me something you can't or won't Thom," she had admitted to me. This surprised me since she seemed to love cock. Yeah, well it turns out it was more than just sex. - - - - - - - - After my return from Las Vegas I tried to minimize my contact with Cindy but we worked together every day. One evening a few weeks after the trip we were out with the others on our team celebrating the completion of another important contract. Maybe I was a little hurt by my wife's playing around but I stayed out too late. After the third or maybe it was the fourth drink Cindy and I were the only ones left of our group. She was wearing her normal uniform; a nice gray skirt that fell just passed her knees, a white blouse beneath her jacket and fairly tall black heels. These had a strap I have since learned are called 'slingbacks', and her face was flawless. "I need to get out of these shoes," Cindy said as we were standing and she moved towards the bar. "Here, let's grab these," I saw two bar stools and she sat on the one on the right. I remember thinking that we had stayed at the bar too long. Cindy started talking and forty minutes later I knew of how she had come to her gender changes. Shit, I knew about her undergarments! "I wear a slightly boned corset everyday Thom. It's the worst part of this, this womanhood I've selected, created, shit Thom you don't need to hear this." I smiled and said, "Why do you do that, I mean your figure doesn't demand that you shrink your waist Cindy." She laughed out loud. "And you would have slept with poor Cindy in Las Vegas if I wasn't thin, I mean a model thin sexy bitch? Come on Thom. You knew I was attracted to you, way ahead of my pass. Don't fib Thom. You wanted to fuck me, though my 'surprise', I think made me curiously more attractive." - - - - - - - - That Vegas night wasn't really as easy as she made it seem. I did share her bed but she did most of the work. That night when I closed the door to her suite Cindy had blown me with my back against the door. Watching her suck my stiff dick was amazing. She has beautiful eyes and she looked onto mine as she loving licked my cock. She allowed my penis into her throat for god sakes! I came strongly. I watched as Cindy licked me clean, and not a drip was missed. "You seem to enjoy that, oh yes, you do," I moaned as she kissed the tip again. "Was it always that way, I mean you and blowjobs?" I asked. She told me that she had developed a taste for dick but that cocksucking was amazing. "The control and the joy of making a lover happy is special Thom. After my first I became obsessed. There is a joy for me in the act of fellatio." I was with a woman who knew about sucking cock; it was a crazy blowjob. I looked into her eyes as she licked and kissed my penis. Neither my Ex nor any woman had ever been with was this full of passion for sucking my dick. Now it was time to sleep. Cindy had caused me to reconsider the nature of femininity because she certainly wasn't a man. I could have just excused myself, as my room was down the hall but there was something keeping me near her, another element to her sexuality that was appealing. Her dress was still hugging her curves and I smiled thinking of how easily I had agreed to her proposed rendezvous. As I rested sitting in a chair I watched this very beautiful 'girl' move about the suite. I still marvel at her looks and manner. She was so sexy. I didn't even think of what she had hidden below her dress. Cindy was a woman, feminine and beautiful. Though I knew of her secret I still couldn't see anything but a woman. "I need to freshen up Thom," she said, softly closing the bath door. Then a minute later the door slowly swung open and I saw her in her heels. Cindy was backlit from the dimmed bath lights and she slowly stripped off her dark lingerie. She kept my focus but I still could not see any sign of her boy parts. Then she walked over to the chair and slipped to her knees. "I want that beautiful cock in my mouth again Thom," she slowly, I mean really slowly since I had already blasted into her lovely mouth, she sucked me off again. I hadn't come twice in an hour since before I had married years ago. After I came I closed my eyes and leaned back, wondering, could I now get into a bed with her? I had to admit I was tried and I didn't feel like walking to my room. "Come on Thom, I won't bite." I looked at her and gave into her sultry eyes and the thought of more sex. She stood and though she was naked I did not look low as she took my hand. "Sleep with me Thom. If you think it will make you gay then I will understand. But it won't since I am a girl." I stood at the edge of the bed as Cindy climbed beneath the covers. I bent forward as I closed my eyes and I kissed her. Our tongue play helped convince me. Cindy seemed so feminine as my hands moved across her breasts while we kissed. "See they are quite real Thom," she moaned as I rolled into her bed. We hugged as we fell asleep. I recall that I dreamed of sex, having sex with her; Cindy's ass was wrapped around my hard cock, but my hand was holding her, she was on her back and my dick was inside her bottom and I was holding her small penis. I was fucking her. The image stirred me awake and I looked about realizing where I was and saw Cindy sleeping quietly inches away. She had made love to me and I hadn't even considered her needs. Earlier she had offered, "Thom just having someone with me sexually will be amazing," then I had shot my semen into her warm mouth, twice. I studied her face as she slept so near. How different was this than sleeping with my Ex? Cindy and I were slightly separated on the large hotel bed. I could see her nipples, as the sheets were not covering her breasts. I considered getting up and dressing to return to my room but instead lay back onto the pillow awake thinking of how befuddled I was. She was actually more beautiful then my Ex, maybe she had to try harder to conceal her secret. Being ultra-feminine was a part of her life disguise. I knew her body was inches away and slowly I moved closer and carefully pulled the sheet free without disturbing her. Her little penis was slightly hard and why I did so I don't know but I touched her. She didn't move or react and her breathing remained steady. Cindy's was the first penis other than my own that I had ever touched. I looked at her clipped little dick. It was about three inches long and almost cute for she was nearly bare of hair. I rubbed the soft tuff of hair she had shaped into a triangle on her mons and she rolled slightly. I rolled onto my back and was alert for some time thinking of her gender decisions, how she had remade her own world. Her sex was a bit frightening to me because I had definitely been aroused at least once by a cross-dressed woman. It was years ago when I was in New York and saw these three 'ladies'. They were so blatantly sexy yet dressed as women, dresses and tall heels, makeup and long hair. I started to get hard just thinking of them as Cindy snored softly. One of them had called to me, "Come on the wild side mister, my mouth is as warm as any of those other girls." I was alone and watched them strut down Broadway raising other people's interest. I followed for a block or so but grew embarrassed and turned. The taller one saw me and called back to me, "We won't bite." Cindy had told me of how she had decided after college. Cindy being a woman, I wondered if she thought of herself as a gay person as well before her transition. I think those cross-dressers were comfortable with gay sex. I had not shared the NYC sighting with anyone, not even my Ex. I now recalled the Apple ad's for 'think different'; maybe there was some history I was deeply repressing. I recalled Cindy saying, "I felt so un-male Thom. I met a girl in my economics class. She explained herself to me, her boy name had been Charlie, but now she was Marie. We became lovers for a while. Marie was a transgender woman who was planning to have a SRS within a year or two, when she had the money saved. She decided to transfer to Yale; she was quite good at mathematics. We lost touch but her thoughts and her views of her womanhood somehow affected my own sense of self. I began the process of understanding my gender." This was earlier at the bar and she sipped her glass to pause a moment. "You have been with tons of girls, right?" Cindy asked me. "And you have never questioned how you fit in?" She paused for affect. "Well there are many different paths to transitioning and mine was difficult and started late but I knew I needed to do this." Early the following morning in Vegas I had awoken to her sucking me to semi-erect but I wanted to fuck. I had decided something about myself and she deserved to be loved. My nighttime thinking and the dreams allowed me to suspend judgment on whether I was having a homosexual affair. "Ohh Thom, really? Oh please," Cindy moaned and rolled to her hip. First I had to use my slick wet finger to relax Cindy's butt. My finger was covered in saliva; there was no resistance at all as my long digit slipped into her pussyhole. She was squeezing my finger as I pushed deeper inside her bottom. I had most of my index finger inside her sexy butt; I pulled free and then I pushed two fingers inside her hot body. "Ohhh Thom, yeah, oh please fuck me!" "Is there any pain Cindy?" I asked. "No Thom, but I have used a lot of toys to tease myself and have orgasms. The first rule to anal joy is, go slow, the second, use a lot of spit." I moved into her hot bottom again with two fingers. "Oh yes Thom, ohh." Cindy was moaning as I pulled back and out. I then twisted my two fingers, sort of twirling inside of her bottom while I moved in and outward. My fingers were still wet when I shifted and pulled free of her tightness. "Come on Thom, don't you want to feel something incredible?" The sun was coming into the room and she looked magnificent. I moved to kiss her as I reached to caress her breast. "You are ready Cindy?" I asked as I shifted to position my penis. "Thom, yes, you are ready too, push the head of that great dick into my pussy." I knew I was going to fuck her. Cindy was no longer looking at me over her shoulder as I pushed slightly against her hole. "Okay Cindy." I slipped a bit of my cock inside her sexy tight butt while Cindy was on her right hip. I felt her body open around the fat tip of my cock, she moaned softly as my dick head was inside of her bottom. "God yes Thom, be with me, yes that is perfect." My hand moved to her left breast as I pushed slightly. I had enjoyed my Ex's bottom but this was different. Cindy seemed to enjoy the penetration. "Fuck me Thom, slip your hard cock in deeper," she sighed. "Yes fuck me, yes Thom." Quickly I was fully erected and we fucked like school kids, well I didn't pump too aggressively. "Oh Thom, yes, you feel perfect." A few minutes later I came inside her ass with Cindy panting. "Yes Thom, don't stop, yes, fuck me, ohhhh." I think she came but I could be wrong. There was no messy stuff and her canal was moist though I hadn't used any lube, only my saliva. Cindy's ass had fuck me and I saw how much she loved it. She moved to lick me clean and then we kissed. So to hell with what is normal. - - - - - - - - Our late Friday conversation had started at Happy Hour with the six others. It was dark and past eleven when she'd asked me to her flat. It was late but we had discussed her collections and I wanted to see her bike for myself. Arriving at her small loft she showed me her amazing collection of stuff. First the electronics and her old male toys; the great Ducati motorcycle sat empty of fuel in the front space near the door. With a glass of wine in hand she said, "I want to show you my coolest collection Thom. I have four historic ball gowns," she took my hand and led me. As we moved into her dressing suite I was a little apprehensive but we were a bit drunk. There she showed me her wardrobe and something just changed. The surprise was the number of gowns she owned. "Where can you wear these beautiful dresses Cindy? These are vintage right?" She stopped and turned to me. "Not dresses Thom. These are gowns and why right here you silly boy. I can dress anyway I choose to make myself happy. Would you like to see?" A bit later as we sipped the deep red Pinot that matched the color of her gown that she had changed into she told me the history of the garment. "Three different shades of her red-colored gown were made for Marilyn Monroe during the filming of 'How To Marry a Millionaire'. This one is one of the rejects. I had it altered to fit me. Miss Monroe's breasts were a tad bigger. Strangely the hip and butt fit just right. How does it look to your eyes some fifty years later?" She was wearing a medium heel and I could see her lower leg only a bit as she spun. "The purple satin version they used in the film doesn't look as good as this ruby red to my eyes," she said. She was moving, dancing and I was dizzy watching from the chair. "It wasn't free but I feel lucky to own it. It is in remarkable shape given the satin is old. They rejected it for the movie and it was stored in a box. The woman I bought it from on an auction site was one of Monroe's attendants and she removed it after the film was completed. It has handwritten notes on the inner liner. Want to see?" She stepped close and Cindy pulled down the bodice exposing her breasts. I immediately saw the scribble from the seamstress. Shit, my eyes were fixed on her beautiful breasts. "But couldn't anyone have added those notes?" I asked. She smirked. "Non-believer! Doubting Thom! But how does it look on me?" I looked to her face, than to her exposed breasts, her nipples were hardening. "Are you excited by the dress or me?" I asked Cindy. She came beside me and grabbed my arm. "Well actually both but I sense you're anxious being around all of this feminine stuff, correct Thom?" She was more than a bit correct. Our previous sexual affair was quite rudimentary. I hadn't been with someone for whom sex was so in control of her life. Cindy's hormones had helped her with a beautiful yet medium size pair of breasts. The drugs had also affected her penis; it was nearly invisible. Sex meant I had enjoyed her blowjobs and I had fucked her ass. She didn't like to refer to sex in that manner. To her the opening was between her legs and therefore it was her pussy. Though tight it was clearly different than the pussies I had enjoyed previously. She had her arms about my neck as she swung about in the satin gown and heels. "Can I dress you? Is that where this is heading Thom? Care to paraded about with me in a corset and heels, hummm?" Strange but that was exactly what was on my mind. She had somehow cooped my maleness and I couldn't get the thought of her beautiful wardrobe out of my head! I had considered much since the Vegas trip and now I was not willing to hold back. Seeing Cindy in the red Monroe gown was too much and I stood considering her request. "Thom we can." She came and looked at my face. "but have you ever done this, really dressed before?" I told her no. "What have you in mind Cindy?" She walked me to the bath. "Get out of the suit and use this." She turned on the shower. I stepped naked with the razor into the warm shower. "How can I do my back?" but she was there with another shaver. Ten minutes later I was drying and felt the tingle of my smooth skin. She handed me the small beige pants. "No that is a panty, Thom, almost a girdle. Slip it on please." The questions I considered were swept away by the arousal the process was causing. "Can I help you with that." Cindy pointed to my stiff penis. A minute later I released into her palm. "Now we can get down to business Thom." I had not considered what was happening but it was true that there was a desire. Cindy spoke of her own first time. "I was barely out of high school but my mom's full body girdle just looked interesting. I ruined the hose' she had left to dry. I never told her and she never asked me about them. A year later I left for college and began my transition." Looking at Cindy holding a wig I wondered and then she turned me towards the mirror and saw the wig settled onto my head. "Almost there Thom," Cindy said softly. She quickly adjusted the hair and I looked at the reflection. "Wow, oh Cindy what have you done?" I saw a woman. It was me sitting with Cindy just at my shoulder. I saw the bra straps and the face, full of desire and a smile. She had made something new of me. I looked up and she saw my eyes. She bent and hugged me. "Now the dress." I stared and thought of the girls I had seen in New York. "There Thom, you do look feminine, stand please." And we both saw the affect of the shape wear. She took me into her dressing room and it began. The night would change me forever. The late Friday night with Cindy ended with me not getting home until nearly six on Saturday morning. My Ex was asleep but I caused her to stir when I sat softly on the edge of the bed. She turned and slightly opened her eyes without truly seeing me. "What time is it Thom?" she sighed as she rolled over onto her right hip and again closed her eyes without noticing how I was dressed. "You smell good Thom. What are you wearing?" she quietly said but still did not focus on me. Cindy had dressed and prepared me all night and had applied White Linen on my neck and wrists. I didn't answer but stood tall as my Ex became alert. Cindy had helped me shave my legs and crotch and she had sucked me off. I had participated in this full feminine experience though I could never have done so on my own. Having her direct the process seemed fun at first but my arousal grew as the details were manifested by Cindy's magic. The panty girdle held my dick back and hidden. Even as aroused as I was I could not become erect. "Perfume?" My Ex said as she turned back now to look at me, she saw me and bolted up in the bed. She was wearing a beige nightshirt. "What the hell? Who's clothes are you wearing? A wig and jewelry?" She jumped to her feet. "Thom what the fuck! What the FUCK!" she screamed and walked nearer and away from our bed. I was wearing what Cindy referred to as an ultra corset. Together with her waist cincher, which was beneath the corset; the taut pair of support garments had taken Cindy nearly an hour to get my tummy flab down to a twenty-nine inch waist. The support combination allowed the size-ten little black dress to look pretty good on my body. The nude hose' and Cindy's makeup work together with a long natural wig in soft blonde completed this vision that I presented to my Ex this early Saturday morning. She had slipped back to sit on the bed edge as she wrapped her nightdress about herself. "How did I miss this Thom? That you were dressing, I mean what the fuck Thom, I mean like this?" She just sat looking at me but her face wasn't red with anger like I had thought might happen. I hadn't expected to actually go through with Cindy's plan. But as the night progressed and I saw the woman she was creating I got quite excited. Our relationship was nearly over and now I wondered. What was my Ex thinking as I stood less than four feet from me with her near nakedness? But the look on her face had shifted. "I guess you did what you were intending Thom. I'm so shocked I can't think of an appropriate statement, well other than-" She paused and then stood. "No, I'll be honest, you look remarkable Thom, or is there another name for this 'Lady' in my bedroom? Did you." She started a statement but changed her thought as she stood and paced. "What the fuck, you expected me to run, to throw you out?" I had the ride over to consider what her reaction would be. What did I want from her? It was complicated. I felt anew, not anything like the person ' Thom '. Therefore, I wanted her to be surprised but I had expected revulsion because in my head there was a perverse joy in causing her some hurt. She had left our bed for another, though I had no proof. Clearly she wasn't responding like I had expected. I stood tall in Cindy's three-inch heels with the posture that Cindy had taught me; my faux breasts pushed out and forward. The silicone falsies were the lead. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and smiled. She saw this. "I see you are happy with yourself, the waist does the trick, but your face is becoming, for a man wearing a dress." I told her it was okay for her to mock me. "I can't tell you why I did this last night but now it feels right." She had stepped back toward the bed but paused and stepped closer now and her fingers touched my dress. She felt the support garment beneath the fabric at my narrowed waist. "I figured there was a corset, but still. You've got a figure. Has my lack of focus allowed you to lose twenty pounds?" Now standing at my side in her bare feet meant she was shorter than me in the borrowed heels. We were actually very near the same height. Cindy had tightened the laces of the cincher three times over the hour that I had sat while she had applied the foundation to my face and neck. As my body had adjusted and she finished with my face we had worked the ultra over my hips and tightened the strings. "Can you turn for me sweetie?" my Ex asked with a soft voice as she settled back to the edge of the bed. Her tone now shocked me but I was strangely enjoying her looking at me, at the 'woman' in her bedroom. I did as she asked but missed a step and almost fell atop of her. She caught me with her left hand and then ran her fingers about my hips. "It's quite an impressive outfit Missy. Did you have help?" As she said this her fingers came to the back of the dress and she felt the tight corset strings. As she took in the details I thought more clearly about why I had decided to follow Cindy's suggestion. It was at first a desire to try something quite different but it became somehow me as I witnessed the transformation. It astonished me and baffled my mind that there would be a female within me and Cindy could root it out from the deep part of me. "How can you breathe?" my Ex asked. "Maybe you've had your body modified without my knowing?" Now her fingers explored the tight garments concealed by my black dress. "Oh Thom, you've had to have had help to get your waist this small!" Her hands held me at my narrow waist. Getting the ultra on seemed easy until Cindy began to pull on the special wide laces. This corset did the true trick as it held the silicone breast forms in the bra cups. I had sat quietly as my body adjusted and Cindy applied the mascara and eyeliner. She even adjusted my eyebrows. I stood watching my Ex quietly wondering when her rage would rise but she seemed to be enjoying me this morning. We had not had sex in over four months. "I must say that this Saturday surprise has me excited. Can I assume that you're also admitting that you are having an affair? With that bitchy little boss I'll bet. What's her name?" I simply said, "Cindy," and stood tall in my sexy heels. "Give me ten minutes to get ready and we'll run out to get some coffee. My god I think you can pass as a woman. Anyway, it's a bit of a test, for me at least." Cindy had thought so as well, after the shave and working on my face for over an hour though. It had been the wig that convinced me that I might not look ridiculous. Once we were in my Ex's Camaro I became a little uncomfortable with her plan. She looked at my sexy legs as she turned the key. "You've always had great legs but shaved they look stunning Missy." I felt I looked okay, but I didn't really have a clue; and then I realized as she moved down the road that I was overdressed for a Saturday morning in the borrowed LBD and heels. "Tell me how you came to the decision, to dress, I mean to play correct? With Miss Cindy all night?" I now wanted to have her turn the car around and asked her to do so. "Please, let's just make the coffee at the house." She giggled. "No way Missy. You and me are going to have a fun day and I need you alert. Besides, I want to hear you order the Grande and a Venti for yourself." When we arrived she turned off the car as I started to get out. "Sorry Thom, you do look remarkable but there is no way I will let you present yourself dressed quite yet. You need a lot more coaching and other details settled. I'll be right back," she slipped out giggling. When she returned with the two coffees she volunteered telling me of her affair. "Yeah, I've been letting a woman fuck me for almost three months. She is quite pretty but she is somewhere between a full stud and a chapstick dyke. She treats me as her pillow, but a femme too, she knows how to love a woman's body quite well. I've come to realize I like sex with women Thom." She handed me the hot brew and giggled. "But you've known that since we met. Wow, now I'm married to a true femme huh?" I considered this a moment; she had been with several women in college and I had been told by her of the joy that my lips and tongue brought her, 'almost that good'. The car speaker indicated that she had an incoming call; 'Lindsay' it announced. "Please dear don't take the call," I asked. She shushed me as she hit the steering wheel control button. "Yes Lover?" The speaker was quite clear. "What time after two did he get home?" "Lindsay I shouldn't talk right now? Not here at least. Can I bother you to come by the house, say near noon?" I couldn't say anything now to stop her but I could simply leave before noon. Shit I could simply change out of my dress. The voice on the call said, "Sure, anything important?" "Please Lindsay, can we talk at the house?" Just then the fuel light came on the dash. She quickly pulled over into a station. "Lindsay, I mean, please, I have got to take care of something with the car. May I please say goodbye for now?" She hung up and turned to me before getting out to start the pump working. "You will have to decide Missy. I think my girlfriend and I could enjoy your present situation. You need to understand Thom. You and I will surely be meeting with attorneys on Monday if you runaway. Could you allow me to understand how committed you are to the outfit? To the way of life that a transwoman lives?" I moaned slightly and turned to look out the window. This was not what I had expected but it was going to happen. She asked. "Has your little hole been penetrated?" She was out of the Camaro now but she had lowered the windows. "Are you on a hormone regiment?" She talked as she filled the gas-guzzler and chuckled as I sat listening to her with the window down. Her face told me something. She was enjoying this way too much. Looking into the open passenger window she mentioned my legs. "Those aren't pantyhose." I turned and glared at her and started to explain but she had moved to the driver's door and sat back behind the wheel. I then said, "It's a bit of a lark, and no I'm a virg, Shit! What am I saying?" She laughed. "Liar, you have been fucked. I couldn't have made this up Thom and now I'm going to enjoy you, I mean Lindsay and I will enjoy playing with you. At least for the weekend Missy but you need a different name." She paused. "Maybe Melissa?" Once back at the house she suggested that we inspect how the tightly wrapping corset was doing. She saw the affect. "Let's release these strings for a few hours Melissa." First she showed me how to get out of the tight dress without damaging it. Then I slipped the chemise off of my shoulders and it gather on my hips,. "Yeah, nice legs and a great butt Missy." The chemise slipped over my hips with her help and fell to the carpet. She slowly untied the back panel strings of the corset. "This is quite a garment. It must have been expensive Melissa." Continuing with the lacing she said, "I don't want you to faint dear. Sit on the stool Missy." Once the cincher was also released she directed me to breathe shallowly for few minutes. She review the corset. "Oh yeah, this is a five hundred dollar one. Cindy's I assume?" I nodded as she stepped to the closet. "I'll see if I can find another outfit for you. That sexy tight dress isn't called for until this evening. Maybe we will all go out to Lindsay's favorite dyke hangout. You would fit, well, I will have to help you with a fresh face okay?" She explained her rules for today as she went about her search. "You will cooperate with Lindsay and then I will agree to a simple no contest divorce that you will recover from. If you hesitate then we'll have to get really good lawyers and we will throw serious money after each other. By the way, my Lover has a few requirements of me that you will be allowed to witness. Nothing too kinky but she is allowed to direct me and therefore now you as well. She may want to fuck you Melissa." She came to my side and hugged me. "The afternoon could be very special for my new girl," I saw an honest smile on her lips as she closed her eyes but my face must have alerted her to my negative feelings of that thought. "I'm not sure we can stop her Melissa. She fucks my ass at least a couple of times a month. By the way she hasn't had a real cock for almost five years." She went about rummaging through her wardrobe and within a few minutes came into the bedroom with a simple wrap dress and a pair of wedges. "What size are your feet? We're not quite the same height." Kneeing on the carpet she said, "Look at this Melissa. The three-inch wedges will fit. That will help with the more casual wrap dress. Maybe Lindsay will want to go shopping." Wearing just my undergarments she suggested that we both could use a few hours rest before the new adventure began. "Remember, if you cooperate I won't empty your little account sweetie." I slept soundly, but failed to awaken when she did before noon. I heard the door to the second bedroom open and looked up to see my Ex in an all black lingerie outfit and heels standing next to a very tall blonde. Lindsay was younger, about thirty and wearing her bleached blonde hair in a ponytail. Lindsay spoke first. "You could have let me know we'd have the company of another 'female'. I will have to punish you both for that infraction," she giggled. Lindsay came closer and though I wasn't afraid I was a bit timid sitting in a bra with silicone falsies, a garterbelt about my waist and nude full-fashion hose'. The corset was lying over the bedpost. My wig somehow wasn't a tangle and I brushed the hair away from my face. My panty girdle was doing its best to conceal my semi-hardness but my face was a mess. This woman was strikingly beautiful and she walked to me, reaching to my chin and she looked at me. "All girls know to remove their face and brush their hair before bed. I don't see that you've ladder your sexy hose' though. Come on girl, get up Missy. We have loads to talk about," Lindsay said. I was excited that this other woman seemed to be supportive. My Ex's lover was almost as interested in my dressing as Cindy had been last night. Lindsay didn't seem revolted by me. Several minutes later I was standing naked. Her review of my body was sharp. "You have too much hair on your mound for a girl but the legs and back are clear. Did your friend Cindy shave you?" I nodded yes. So began my afternoon as Lindsay and my Ex re-dressed me. There was no longer anxiety as these two were enjoying their work. "Maybe a little tuff here would look best?" Lindsay was skilled at clearing my butt cleft of hair. After the shaving of my arms, fingers and toes Lindsay asked. "How does Missy's voice sound?" I was asked to say my address. "No, no no, too fluty. Don't do a falsetto Missy." "And did you have Missy cleanse herself?" Lindsay asked. An hour later I stood at the mirror wearing my wife's wrap dresses as my Ex reviewed and adjusted my makeup. The corset seemed even tighter than this morning. Lindsay was behind me fussing with the medium length brownish colored wig. "It's not brown Missy. This is dirty blonde," Lindsay said. Lindsay seemed to be completely in control and she spoke as she stepped close to position the clip-on earrings. "Yes dear we are heading to Nordstrom's for some other outfits for Melissa. I want to wear my leather pants tonight. Missy will need a pair as well," she said to the room and my wife smirked. The earrings got tangled in my wig. "Oh, and can she borrow that small plug I gave you last month? She simply must be aware of her position." She struggled to get the metal toy between my cheeks. With some type of lube the small thing slipped in. I had never had even a finger in my ass, but I just let it happen. When the toy was in-place Lindsay announced. "Let's go on a bit of a spree for Melissa!" Though it was difficult at first I negotiated the three-inch wedges on the various surfaces, pavement, carpet and stone. I tripped twice but somehow didn't fall. After shopping for the five outfits, including two dresses and the leather pants we stopped for a small lunch but I was told to keep quiet. They spoke of their new plans as I plotted a legal case for a divorce. Lindsay spoke with her lover while I nibbled at the small salad. Speaking to my Ex Lindsay offered. "A divorce can work since you will come live at my flat. I'll have the furnishings changed since the size of your wardrobe is substantially larger than mine," Lindsay smiled. "Your wife and I have plans for you tonight Missy. Have you ever slept with two lesbians?" Back in the car Lindsay stated the facts. "Missy you will be moving out very soon. Your role in our relationship will be unique for this weekend. Don't assume we will want nor need you around a week from now." My Ex said with enthusiasm. "Let's take Melissa to get her nails done though Lindsay. I would enjoy watching that. May I make a small video of the process?" They were comfortable at the salon but I sat quietly through the hour being told how poorly I'd treated my assets. Lindsay told me to not protest or there would be shame involved. The technician said, "She's may be from overseas but these are the worst. Luckily her hands are quite petty and with work I can help her." The tech used the deep mauve color Lindsay had selected for my fingers. Lindsay came into the changing room to help me remove the hose' so that the nylons wouldn't be damaged. She giggled watching me resettle my balls as Cindy had shown me the night before. The tech then applied the color to my toes. I closed my eyes and just listened to their banter. The tech's work was new to me and sensual. Though Lindsay laughed when my Ex shared the pictures I thought my toes looked good. Lindsay swore. "Just an overnight? No way Missy, you were meant to be a girl!" As I suggested, last night something had rolled over in my mind and though Lindsay's statements were intended to embarrass and hurt me, somehow they didn't. I wanted to get back to the house after the treatment. My Ex had humiliated me and I still had her small toy in my ass. The new acrylic nails were only a quarter of an inch long but they still caused every action of my hands to be considered. I prayed that they would take me home; I really needed to pull the plug out of my butt. With each step I was reminded of the position of the toy. The irritation was offset by the feeling of the taut straps holding the hose' in-place. I didn't get my wish. Instead they stopped at a shoe boutique at a second large Mall and I was fitted with my first pair of stilettos and a pair of open toe heels. "She's a lucky girl, a size eight and at her height, that is not typical," the saleswoman said. Lindsay insisted on two additional pairs. That's how I had learned they were known as slingbacks and sandals. "Missy will wear the pumps home," Lindsay said and turned to me. "Missy, a good heel is more expensive but they are easier to walk all day in. "Her practicing the strut will be fun to watch," offered my Ex. I wondered if the saleswoman had read me but Lindsay eliminated any doubt. "Thom, oh I meant to say Missy, is so tall in those sexy heels. I hope we can get him home without a problem." I was barely taller than my Ex but Lindsay still had more than two inches on me. They enjoyed my humiliation but it was short lived. The sound of our heels on the terrazzo floor of the main hall had attracted the attention of three high school lettermen. They didn't seem to notice nor care if my name was Thom. They saw only three sexy women and whistled loudly. "That was a good thing for Missy to realized," Lindsay stated as the three moved passed. "Most men could care less if you have got a vagina. There's someplace to put their meat regardless of gender." Her thought caused me to see what I was doing with them differently. Cindy's dressing me had changed me and I had begun to think of how affected my world could be. Maleness was not easily cast off but with the help of Lindsay I had passed around other people, even the sales woman at the shoe store had not read me. I smiled to myself. But was Lindsay implying that I had been read and the boys were as queer as me or was she supporting my sexual secret? I realized at that moment that she had a plan to share my virginity. Lindsay snickered. "Let's get home and shower my girls." My Ex just turned and smirked. I think we had a pretty good sex life before she had wandered off with her girlfriends but we had never done what Lindsay and her did with me that night. It was their pampering and tenderness that allowed me to go along. "Missy is about to become a lesbian," Lindsay sighed as she settled beside me on the bed. My Ex corrected her lover. "Not really Lindsay, she is trans now." Lindsay smirked and spoke over her, "Whatever," as she moved up to kiss me. They had both swooned and cared for me and now I lay on my side with Lindsay's hands on my hose' covered legs. Cindy had told me of her own ass play and now I was about to participate in the girls sex play. I watched as Lindsay and my Ex kissed, Lindsay's fingers stimulating her lovers nipples. In the candlelight they looked sensual and their naked bodies caused my arousal. "Missy, girls kiss and caress each other but sometimes we need to be penetrated," her hand moved to my Ex's mons and her fingers disappeared. The loving was serene and focused. Lindsay moved to lick her lover's pussy as my eyes widened. My Ex moaned with Lindsay's hands now caressing her breasts and her tongue playing at her vulva. The pussy kiss began slowly, Lindsay's mouth lovingly licked the pussy I knew but the scene became intense quickly. I had difficulty seeing in the dim light but their arousal was clear. Her hips moved across Lindsay's face as her climax began. "Oh yes Lindsay, there, don't stop, yes, yes, ahh, ahhhhh," the scream caused me to shiver. She had never been loud in bed before. Her breathing was fast and her legs appeared to squeeze tight around Lindsay's head. "When one knows how, a woman can cum quickly Missy, I hope you were paying attention," Lindsay signed. I saw the moisture on Lindsay's face as her lover pulled her into an embrace and they kissed for several minutes. Turning towards me I saw the dildo attached to Lindsay and she moved across the bed to lay beside me. "Now Missy, we can show you how easily your body will respond to a patient lover, roll to your hip." My head was on the pillow as Lindsay and my Ex moved closer and gently kissed me. It was not like their own kissing but it calmed me. I saw Lindsay shift down and her tongue licked along my bottom. I relaxed as Lindsay's finger prepared my bum for her toy while my Ex silently watched sitting by my other hip. The closely shaved skin between my legs was smooth as Lindsay's finger played with the 'twinkle' that she called my hole. I looked to see that my Ex was holding a slim black toy as her lover pushed her finger tip into my bottom that first time. I closed my eyes, I could just leave and stop this but something kept me quiet. It was a new scene to be in bed with them, these two lovers and the night was so erotic to me. I watched Lindsay moved back to kiss and tease my Ex. I hadn't spoken a word of protest. Lying on my back I was a willing receiver as Lindsay return to kiss my bottom. Clearly something had changed in my head. This was more than putting on tights and a dress. Lindsay was going to fuck me and my Ex would watch me be fucked. I saw the fleshy strap-on at Lindsay's hips. "No Missy, this one is only for my lover. You are a newbie, and besides you couldn't handle this dick. We wouldn't want to hurt you." "Ahhh, ohh ahh, Lindsay," I moaned. Her fingertip seemed to enter easily after the plug. "Many girls love ass play Missy, this night may help you appreciate the orifice between your legs," Lindsay leaned forward and whispered into my ear as her fingers rubbed across and around my hole. "If you were not dressed and made up I would call this pegging, but tonight we are three women loving each other." I cried out in surprise, "Ahhh!" as her long finger pushed inside me passed the knuckle. "Don't be a baby Missy, there is more to come." But for several minutes Lindsay's finger remained still and I turned to see her and the Ex kissing each other again as my Ex's fingers played inside Lindsay's legs beneath the fake cock. How it happen I can't explain for my attention was on their sensual kiss, but Lindsay's long finger had slowly slipped completely inside me. I felt her twisting it slowly. I had easily allowed her to penetrate me. "It's all timing and distraction Missy," Lindsay offered as she now held the slim dildo. "and having narrow fingers. Will you be a girl for me Missy?" I watched her reflection in the wall mirror as Lindsay kissed and licked my bum and then my Ex applied some lube to the thin dildo. I anticipated some pain but again Lindsay used her toy slowly and the faux dick moved into me. "See Missy, you do like a prick inside there huh?" I looked at her and then my Ex, but tried not to knowledge the statement. "Then our night is perfect. A woman was born here." She wasn't aggressive with the toy and within a minute I had ejaculated into the thong panty covering my dick. It revealed something new and unique to me. I watched and a few minutes later Lindsay positioned her strap-on at my Ex's pussy. Slowly she pushed the cock into her lover. I saw that my Ex had closed her eyes as she was fucked. Their lovemaking continued through the night but I was simply an observer as they licked and rubbed their bodies together. Twice I was awakened by the sounds of their lovemaking. Much later, beyond midnight, Lindsay came to me on the large bed as my Ex slept and she slipped her fingers inside the thong and took hold of my penis. "She used to need this but I know there is a new way you want sex Missy. I will be there for you when necessary." - - - - - - - - - By the following weekend I was out of the house I had rented with my Ex four years ago and into a small apartment. During the months since our divorce was finalized I had found the historic home I now owned. Because of the crazy way I started this new life I had decided to minimize my contact with Cindy and any other friends. Except for Lindsay. She hadn't been good to her word that first afternoon. She was living with my Ex and still in a relationship with her, but Lindsay just liked dressing me. She maintained a near sexual relationship with me as well. We had sex only twice, three times including her giving me head, since the time with my Ex that first weekend. Our relationship continued until I had nearly finished the house renovations. I had come to realize that I was becoming more independent and I didn't feel the relationship was mutual any longer. Over those months her lessons were essential and I thanked her. "I hope you still care for my Ex because you may break her heart if you leave her Lindsay," I said. We hugged after sharing a bottle of Meursault in my newly painted living room and Lindsay said, "I still need her Melissa." Part TWO So that is how I have come to this special weekend. My world has been dramatically altered by my decisions and my new chest has healed nicely. I feel I am ready for a new phase of my life as a woman. I decided immediately following the divorce that I wanted to determine who and how someone shares my life. Being left and failing at the marriage had affected how I saw myself now. Cindy might have initiated the changes but I have accomplished this for me, and I was now Melissa. On the morning of the event I had a special beauty appointment. The staff of HersSoftly would touch up my hair removal and pedicure, as well as attach my blonde wig to my short real hair by lacing the human hair wig into place. Next week I would return and they would remove it. Sheila did my hair and I was back home by eleven to complete my preparations. Gloria was going to help me dress and possibly more but I wanted to have a simple lunch before she arrived. Earlier that morning I had left the new set of Simone Perele ivory French lingerie out on the bed together with the Lazulie hose' in nude and the ivory Primula silk chemise. Having completed my preparations I heard the bell and slipped on the mules and my white robe. "Gloria, thank you for being on time. Please come in and join me for a glass of champagne and let's speak for a few minutes." She was lovelier than the images and her hair was perfect, a foil to my soft dirty blonde but hers fell about six inches further along her back. "I will need help from you in every possible way this afternoon," she moved close as I said this. "I will fulfill all of your dreams Miss Melissa," her hand came up to push aside my robe and she dropped down to her knees. "First Miss Melissa, a lady must not be full of cream." Her tongue touched the tip of my soft penis just as her long finger slipped slightly across my bottom rim. As she licked along the soft tube of my sex she pressed more firmly yet her finger did not penetrate me. Her expert tongue moved to my tip of my body and then slowly she allowed my sex to enter her warm mouth. She eased off as my little thing became stiff and she moistened her fingers. "Your body can enjoy this moist part of me Miss Melissa," and she captured my member within her sexy mouth again. Her long index finger slipped along the edge of my tight butt opening. I felt the tip of one finger testing the taut ring of my maidenhead. I sensed the slight moisture from her mouth on my bottom hole. "Can I lick you? Can I push my fingers inside of you Miss Melissa?" She continued to tease me for a few moments. "Inside here is so warm Miss Melissa," I gasped as her long finger entered me to the first nub. "I love your subtle touch but I wanted this to happen, " her finger played my bottom. "but I would like us to move, up in the bedroom, " I reached back as she pulled her persistent finger from my hot ass. "Let's go upstairs," I sighed. "and I'll show you the rooms we will use. Oh my god, you really do that well, Gloria, wow," again she had pushed into my bottom. "but let us move, " She paused her tongue play as I persisted, but my voice shuddered from the exhilaration. "there, oh god, we will see what we can do with each other." I turned and was looking down into Gloria's eyes and glimpsed her d?collet? and I reached to help the auburn haired beauty to stand. She kissed me immediately. "Come with me, Gloria your tongue is exceptional." On the stairs she reached and touched my derri?re. "I love your bottom, such a wide butt Miss Melissa," I felt her hand caressing my cheek. "Humm, thank you. " I whispered. "I am enjoying you Gloria and your very long fingers do touch a girl just so," I paused and she came beside me and our tongues met and played. At the top of the stair I told her. "Afterward I will need to familiarize you with the Living Room, the cameras, and the wine. Turner won't be here for hours though." She turned and saw the camera and tripod. As she walked toward it she chuckled. "I've used this type before." I had the two cameras set up. "We'll review the operation a little later," Gloria said for she was back on her knees and her tongue moistened her fingers. "you are determined Gloria, ohhh. " - - - - - - - - - My sexual affair with Lindsay while I was transitioning had been mostly for her pleasure. Previously I had believed I was good at making my Ex climax but Lindsay showed me a new level of attending to a feminine orgasm. She had carefully instructed me on how to attend to a woman. She showed me the delicate female kiss and the patience to allow your lover to orgasm with long foreplay. Even as she minimized my sexual release and contact she had me between her legs and licking her bottom. Her lessons were more general but were focused on reducing the 'the Thom-ness'. "Think of my clitoris as a very tiny penis Missy, treat mine gently," I was prevented from arousal by a taut panty, really more of a girdle she insisted I wear. As I had elected to change my gender I allowed her input. Her help was welcome. She seemed to find the time to visit with me as many as three days a week. "But Lindsay what of your other?" She would not speak of my Ex when she was with me. "Melissa, you require my attention. I will fuck her later, tonight, don't you worry. Do you want to come a watch us? You enjoyed it that first weekend right?" I had enjoyed watching them licking and kissing, probing and entering each other. Their lovemaking was sensual and wonderful. During this period Lindsay had helped me change how I dressed, how I walked and moved, even how I ate. This was so beneficial, though unsaid, She also taught me to excite her mind as well as her body. She recommended that I read all of the Austin classics. She also helped me shape my body and my wardrobe, my collection of undergarments and shoes was wonderful. Her best decision was hiring a voice coach for her 'Missy'. Later I found out it was actually my Ex's suggestion. Full hours were spent with me learning the details of her pussy and ass. During this period she had never allowed me to put my penis inside her. I slowly became less responsive as the meds affected my body and mind. This caused her to arranged for my facial surgery. It was minor but the affects were astonishing. Afterward she explained. "If you thought I would allow you to become haughty Missy you're crazy! Now see what has happened. You will never pass as a boy again. That