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Danielle's New Life By Scott Wilson My name is Danielle Patricia Ricci. I live just outside Milan, Italy with my husband Carlo and our two daughters, Maria (5) and Sophia (3). Carlo and I have a small, but high end, fashion design house. We sell our fashion designs all over the world, to some of the most exclusive fashion houses. My story actually starts much earlier. I was born on July 6, 1990, as Daniel Patrick Murphy, to my parents John and Susan Murphy. I was named after Daniel Patrick Moynihan, a man that my Father really admired. I was an only child, as were my parents and were my grandparents. As most 1st born children are, I was a bit on the small side. In high school, I was only 5'6" and 140lbs. I enjoyed playing sports, including football, wrestling, baseball and basketball. But, I was never very good and/or big enough for any of them. Through the last two years of High School, Jamie Patterson was my girlfriend. We were the same age and shared several classes together. Since I was a bit shy, she actually asked me out the first time. We were very close and spent much of our time together, to the dismay of our friends. Her parents loved me as much as my own parents did. Unlike most of my friends, I never grew up in a house. When I was born, my parents moved into an apartment and that's where I grew up. They never wanted the expenses and responsibility of taking care of a house. After a 2007/2008 New Year's Eve party, my parents were driving home. It was stormy and a tree fell over, hitting the top of their car and killing them both. It was ruled an "Act of God" and no one took responsibility. Jamie's parents took me under their wings, so to speak, while things were getting worked out. My only living relative was an 81-year-old 4th or 5th cousin, from my Great Grand Father's side, who lived in Florida and who I have never met. Because I was so close to turning 18 the Court emancipated me. But, under the understanding that Jamie's parents, Sam and Megan, would watch over me. They offered to let me move in with them but, I wasn't ready to let go of the apartment that I had been raised in. I ate most of my dinners with them but, went home to spend the night in my room. To be honest, I am not sure I could have survived that time without their support. My parents weren't wealthy but, between their savings and insurance, they left me $200,000. With Sam and Megan's help, I put it into a Trust Fund that would pay for my college and to help me get settled after I graduated. My trust was all of the money I had. Being raised in an apartment, I wanted to buy and live in a house someday. At Jamie's parent's suggestion, yes kids do listen to adults, I decided to spend the first two years at our local Community College. It would save me a ton of money I could use later towards the purchase of a house. Plus, Jamie was going there and we could spend more time together. My last semester of High School was tough. Not because of the academics but, because I had to deal with the loss of my parents. I have to say; my friends and teachers were amazing with all of the support they gave me. One thing I have always have loved to do, and was good at, was to draw. I especially loved to draw my friends. I didn't have any training, it just came to me. My Father once told me that I was one of those people that are just born with a talent. Such as, those who are really musical or smart. They had offered to send me to some art classes but I said no. For my last semester I thought it might be fun, and a way to take my mind off everything, to take a drawing class that the School offered. I had a really good time. I continued drawing caricatures of my friends, which everyone wanted. Towards the end of the class, we were given an assignment to make a full body drawing of someone. To make it a bit harder, we were not to draw what they were wearing but what you could visualize them wearing. At the time, I didn't realize the huge impact this one assignment would have on my life. Jamie offered to be my model. I have drawn her many times so that part wouldn't be that hard. I just wanted it to be the most flattering image I could draw. The first person that came to my mind was Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly had both grace and beauty. She was the epitome of elegance. I looked at various pictures of women's/girl's dresses and outfits. I found what I was looking for. Jamie sat there for me, like she had many times before, and I just drew from memory. With-in an hour, I was finished. She was looking very demure, Grace Kellyish. I had her wearing a flowing floor length dress, with long sleeves and not so low cut to show any cleavage. I had her hair in curls cascading down each side of her head. When Jamie saw it, she cried saying she loved it and my best so far. I told her about Grace Kelly being my inspiration. She smiled, and said that this shows that I have a sense for fashion. She predicted that, if I put my mind to it, I could probably become a famous fashion designer someday. I told her that I had never thought about it before but, it did come easy for me. I got an A on my project and my teacher echoed Jamie's thoughts perfectly and told me to give it some thought. Soon school was over and I decided it was time to move out of the apartment. There were too many memories there that made me sad. Plus, if I got a one-bedroom apartment I could save around $750 per month. Sam offered to let me move in with them. But with the way I felt about Jamie, I thought it would probably lead to getting into trouble, as if having my own apartment wouldn't. I used the some of the furniture from my old apartment and sold the rest. With my new start, the hurt started getting easier to deal with. Jamie and I took a couple of camping trips including hiking the John Muir Trail in the Sierra Nevada mountains. When school started in September, I took the required lower division courses. At Jamie's insistence, I also enrolled in the Apparel & Fashion Illustration class. After the first month, I was hooked and declared my major as Fashion-Applied Apparel Studies. I sailed through those first two semesters. My instructors seemed to think I had a real knack for designing and sewing women's clothes, they liked my designs. By the end of the 2nd semester, I moved from my one-bedroom apartment back into a two bedroom. The 2nd bedroom became my design studio with a table to draw on, another to lay out material and a sewing machine. I had made Jamie a couple of outfits, as I did for her Mom and a few of our friends. One common comment I did receive, was that my designs looked like clothes a man would design for a woman to wear. They said, what I needed to start thinking about was, how a woman would design clothes that women would want to wear. To sweeten the pot, so to speak, they said that, "There is a very real possibility that you could get a scholarship from one of the big design schools. But, for you to be considered, you would need to start producing clothes from a woman's perspective. Being a straight man, you are somewhat of a disadvantage, in that you think like a man. Gay men tend to think more like women. That is why they tend to be more successful than straight men." I mentioned this to Jamie and asked for her help. I could see a lightbulb go off in her head. "Well, I certainly don't want you to become gay, not that there is anything wrong with that. But, if you need to start thinking about how a woman thinks, for your designs, why don't you spend some time as one?" "Huh, what are you talking about?" "It will be fun. I can teach you how to become a woman. By spending time as a woman, and observe other women, you learn and better understand how we think." "There's no way I could ever pass as a woman." "Let me dress you and if you still think you won't pass then I will drop it. If you think you will pass, then you will have to spend much of this summer as Danielle. Do we have a deal?" She had me in a corner so I said yes. The next morning, she came over carrying a suit case and a couple of other bags. She handed me a bottle of Nair and told me to shower, wash my shoulder length hair. I was to use the Nair from my eyebrows, down to my toes. I wasn't very hairy but, I was a bit shocked by the results. Jamie came in, handing me a pair of panties, a bra and gel inserts and a summer dress to put on. When I finished dressing, she had me sit down. She blow dried my hair and used her curling iron until I had beachy waves. She cleaned up my eyebrows by doing some plucking and applied make up to my face. She then applied a bright pink nail polish to my fingers and toes. This whole time she never allowed me to look into a mirror. When I did finally see myself, I tried not to look shocked. I have to admit that I looked like a girl but, I didn't tell Jamie that. Trying to save my dignity, "See I told you I would look like a guy in a dress." Jamie just smiled, "I saw the look on your face. Come on, we will test this out. Let's go to the mall and if anyone sees you as anyone other than a 19-year old woman, then we will come home. If not, then you will spend the rest of the day as Danielle and we will discuss further excursions. Deal?" What choice did I really have? So, I said, "Yes." She gave me a pair of sandals to put on, a necklace, clip on earrings, a couple of rings and a purse to carry. The whole drive there, I was scared shitless. Jamie almost had to literally drag me out of her car. We went inside and no one was paying attention to us. Of course, Jamie had to say, "I told you so." We had been there about a half hour when two of our friends, Beth and Sarah, walked up to us. I started to panic and Jamie calmly said, "Don't worry they know all about this and they are here to help you." They joined us and couldn't help but gush about how good I looked. We had lunch and spent the rest of the day shopping. They had me try on all sorts of outfits. I must admit I was enjoying myself and knew this wasn't going to be the last time. By the time we left, I had a couple of new outfits, my own bra and panty sets and 3 pair of shoes. On the way out, we passed Claire's. Jamie took my hand saying, "You need to get your ears pierced." I tried to protest and her response was, "Lots of guys have pierced ears, especially in the area you want to work." Of course, Jamie made perfect sense. Half an hour later, we were leaving with me wearing a "diamond" stud in each ear lobe. I knew I had lost the bet. Jamie had me going out, as Danielle, at least 3 times a week. We did more shopping but, I ended up buying most of my new clothes at places like Ross and Marshalls. We also hit some of the local Thrift Shops. The more we went out, the more comfortable that I felt. After a couple of weeks, we went to San Francisco for a couple days. We just two girlfriends spending time together. One thing I tried, before Danielle, was to take some of my drawing to the mall. I would ask random women what they thought about them. After talking with at least, 50 different women, I never got any constructive criticism. Most of the time, it was just, "Oh they are nice." When asked if they would buy one, they would say something like, "I don't really know." By the third week, I was feeling comfortable enough to go out on my own. Dressed as Danielle, I went out with my drawings. I asked 20 random women for some feedback on my drawings. The difference was huge. They were more than happy to make suggestions how they might be changed. I made the changes, that were suggested, and went to the mall again as Dan. I did get some better responses than I had before. But, the results were pretty much the same. The responses as Danielle were so much better. In fact, I had a couple of women say they would definitely buy one of my dresses if it was available. I kept redoing my drawing and making new ones. As I did this, my responses got more positive. By time the summer was over, I was spending almost as much time as Danielle as I did as Dan. I felt very comfortable as Danielle and I learned a lot about now women thought and acted. Jamie made sure that I learned to be a woman from other women. As much as I felt comfortable as Danielle, I never had any over whelming desire to become Danielle. I looked at Danielle as a character I was playing. Similar to an actor playing a character in a play or movie. But, I did start wearing panties exclusively, they just felt better. I also, kept my body hairless. Jamie liked me that way. As my 3rd semester got started, my instructors looked at my new images from the summer and immediately noticed the difference. For the rest of the school year, Danielle became a big part of me. As the season's changed, so did my drawings. I continued to spend as much, or maybe a bit more, time as Danielle. Jamie's only comment was that maybe she was going to have to become a lesbian. On thing I learned about being Danielle, was how I was treated different. When I went out as Danielle, I would only use products made for women. I was shocked that I would have to pay more for common household items, such as shampoo and deodorant than I would for men's products. As my designs showed more a female perspective, I asked what the women thought I could sell them for. I was shocked that Dan could actually charge more than Danielle could, and that was from other women. I was constantly getting hit upon by men, who many times wouldn't take no for an answer. I felt degraded by all of the cat calls, getting my butt pinched or patted and comments that were made to me. Jamie and Danielle went to a Taylor Swift concert. I can now appreciate having to wait in line to use the bathroom. Jamie was constantly getting me to open up and let my emotions take over. She had me keep a diary, writing my thoughts as Danielle. Those nights we spent together, she had me assume the "girl" role and she assumed the "guy" role. She would wear one of my tee shirts and old boxer shorts. I would wear a nighty. She gave me a male chastity cage to put on when we were together. She said that this was so I wouldn't be thinking about my cock. She also introduced me to "getting laid" by her and her dildo. At that moment, our roles changed forever. I had become the submissive "girl" and she became my Dominant "guy." About the only time Dan would come out was when I had to go to school or to take my drawings out for review. Danielle was so taking over my life that, Dan was looked at as being gay Dan. Gay Dan's drawing were much better received than Dan's. Plus, they were given a much higher price that Dan's would have. I applied to several different Fashion Design schools, literally round the world. I was accepted at the Fashion Institute of Technology, Pratt and the Parsons School of Design (all in New York City), School of the Art Institute of Chicago, Nuova Accademia di Belle Arti and Instituto Europeo di Design Milan and the University of the Arts London, Central Saint Martins. I purposely didn't apply to any California, especially LA, schools. Jamie had been accepted to UCLA where she was going to major in Pre-Med. We thought that being so close would be a distraction, for both of us. Of all of the schools, the only one to offer me a scholarship, was the University of the Arts London, Central Saint Martins. The scholarship covered my tuition and other costs, e.g., books, material, etc. I would have to provide for my living expenses. But, they had arrangements, with several building owners, to rent out furnished flats for ?500 ($650) per month, including utilities. All of the other schools were charging $15,000 - $25,000 per semester, for tuition and expenses, plus living expenses. Going to London seemed like a no brainer. I accepted their offer. But, I had to have a sit-down interview to finalize my acceptance and scholarship. During our Spring break, Jamie and I flew to London for a few days. I brought my drawings, and 3 samples of dresses that I had designed and sewed. They loved what I had done but, said they were much improved for what I had submitted earlier. But, I still needed to work more on trying to design from the female perspective. They accepted me and I was to start school on Monday September 6, 2010. I was to come a week early and sign up for my classes. Jamie had an idea. She suggested that I spend the summer in London as Danielle to further refine my female persona. I would leave the first week in June and find a flat to live in. Then she would come a week, or so, later and we would spend the summer there together. I gave notice at my apartment that I would be moving out June 1. I started going through my things and put them into 3 piles. One for what I was taking to London, one to be gotten rid of and the 3rd to be put into storage for when I came back. June 1, my bags were packed and I left my apartment for the last time. The plan was that I would fly over, get a hotel, transform myself into Danielle and start looking for a flat/apartment. Jamie would meet me there a week later. She wanted to have everything packed, for her move to UCLA, so she could spend as much time in London with me as possible. We would talk every day and see each other on breaks, holidays, etc. It was only for two years. After that, I would be finished and could move to LA to be with her. I had an overnight flight and arrived in London early in the morning. I had made a reservation at a hotel that was near the University of the Arts London, Central Saint Martins, where I had been accepted. I checked in and took a much-needed shower. I put on a bra and gaff, a pair of tight jeans, a long sleeve blouse boots with 4" heels, earrings and a necklace. I put on some makeup, and rearraigned my hair, which was well below my shoulders now. Somewhere along the line, I had been given a card for the Vidal Sassoon school nearby. I called and was told they could get me in at 1:00. It was actually close enough to walk. After sitting for 12 hours on the plane, I felt I needed to "stretch" things out. I arrived a few minutes early and they took me right to the back, to change into a smock. As I walked back in, one of the stylists, Christy, met me and showed me back to her chair. I told her that I was going to spend the summer as Danielle and that I wanted her to give me a makeover. After a few minutes, we agreed that I would get highlights and have my hair cut in layers with side bangs. My eyebrows would be arched and I would get gel nails that extended ?" past the end of my fingers. After I was finished, I went to have a cup of coffee. As I sat there, a woman walked in. There weren't any tables available and she asked if she could share mine. I said yes and we started chatting. I told her I was planning on spending the summer in London before starting my design classes in the fall. Jenn asked him, "Where are you going to live?" Danielle said, "I am not sure yet, I am going to start looking tomorrow morning." "There is a flat available in my building." She gave me the address. On the way back to the hotel, I remembered that I needed to take of picture of Danielle to send to Jamie. I happened to be at Trafalgar Square. I asked someone to take my picture with Admiral Nelson's monument in the background and I sent it to Jamie. I went out looking for a flat the next day. I had a cab take me to the address that Jenn had given me. She was home and invited me in for a spot of tea before I could contact the manager. I went in and we mostly made small talk. When the tea was ready, Jenn poured us both a cup. Jenn kept talking, not touching her tea. I didn't seem to notice and took a sip of mine. After a couple more sips, I started to get drowsy and was out like a light. Jamie's parents dropped her off at the San Francisco International Airport for her flight to London. She was a bit worried because she hadn't been able to get a hold of me for a few days now. She received a text message saying that I had found a flat. I was in a hurry and would call her later. I also told her that I was going to meet her at the airport and take her to our new flat. When her plane landed, I was nowhere in sight. She tried to call me and it went directly to voice mail. She waited an hour before hailing a taxi to take her to a hotel somewhere. She tried several more times to call me with no luck. The next morning, still no contact so she went to the local police. She told them how I went missing and asked for their help. They ran the name Daniel Patrick Murphy, July 6, 1990, American, through their system. "I am sorry Miss but, no one by that name has entered the UK in the last 6 months." "That's impossible. I was with him in March when he came to interview for the school." "What is your name?" "Jamie Marie Patterson, American." "Oh yes we see you entering on March 23rd and leaving on March 25th. But, we have no record of anyone accompanying you." "Please check again." "I am sorry Miss there is nothing here." "Here is his phone number can you get a trace on that?" "I am sorry Miss but, we aren't getting anything on that either." Jamie showed them the picture that I had sent her. They went through the video coverage and I wasn't anywhere to be seen. Jamie was devasted. She went to the American Embassy and told them her story. They checked their data base for Daniel Patrick Murphy, 1876 Howe Ave, Sacramento, CA 95864, DOB 7/6/1990, SSA and Passport numbers unknown. Their data bases showed that was no such person existed. They did find a total of 12 Daniel Patrick Murphy's. None of them were even close to my age. They gave her a case number. She was told her to return home and see if she could find his SSA and/or passport number. If she could find those, go to the local FBI office and see if they can help. When Jamie got home, she went to my storage shed. She opened it up, I used her birthday for the combo, and found it to be empty. She went to the FBI, giving them, the case number and she told them what had happened, including the storage shed. They said they would check and get back to her. The next day, she received a call from the FBI saying that they couldn't find any evidence that I ever existed. They said they would keep the case open. A week later, a "rumor" went around that my parents were in the Witness Protection Program. They had been discovered and the "accident" that killed them, was staged. "They" just recently found out about me and I was whisked away and put into protection. That seemed to make sense. Jamie had no choice but to accept it. "Hi Diane, she is starting to come around. ... Yes, I will let you know when she is fully awake." I felt drowsy and groggy. I had the sense that I was in a bed but ... I fell back asleep. This time I could better focus and see that I am in some kind of room, lying in bed with wrist restraints on. No one is in the room and I start yelling, "Hello is anyone there? Where am I?" My voice sounded a bit weird. A few minutes later this woman, in here late 40's or early 50's, walks in. "Hello Danielle, my name is Diane, how are you feeling?" "How do you think I feel? Where am I and why am I restrained in this bed? What's going on, why does me voice sound so different?" "All in good time, just relax and as soon as the anesthesia fully wears off, I will be back in and we will talk." I was still a bit groggy and thought I misheard her when she said anesthesia. But, the way I was feeling, it made perfect sense. Half an hour later, Diane came back in. "Okay let's talk. I will answer all of your questions but, let me do the talking. Okay?" I nodded yes and she proceeded, "Like I said, my name is Diane. You are still in London and you have been here for 6 weeks now. I have a business where I help young gifted artists, like yourself, get started and excel in their art. We have been watching you for a while now. We know that you have great potential to become one of the top Fashion Designers, of your generation. What we do is to sponsor, support and encourage people like yourself. In your case, we are offering to give you a full scholarship to the Instituto Europeo di Design in Milan, Italy. You will also be given a monthly stipend to cover your living expenses. When, yes, I said when, you graduate, you will be placed in one of the most exclusive Design Houses in the world." "That's nice but I still don't understand. I have always found that if something seems too good to be true, it probably isn't. What's in it for you?" "Okay, long story short, we get a portion of your earnings to pay us back and to make it worth our while. By the time you start work, we will have invested more than $150,000 in you. We anticipate, conservatively, that with-in 5 years, you will be making a 7-figure income. So, for the first 5 years, you will pay us back with 25% of your income. After 5 years, that reduces to 10%. We anticipate that our investment, in you, will yield us well over $2,000,000." "What prevents me from just leaving or flunking out of the school?" "Let me finish and then you are free to sign on or leave the choice is yours." "Okay, I'll listen." "Good. We were especially impressed on how you would transform yourself into Danielle to gain a greater insight on how women think. The differences in your designs before Danielle and after were dramatic. We have found that when someone adapts to being the opposite sex so easily, they have a deep seeded need to become the other sex. We have made some changes to help you start living as Danielle fulltime. You asked about your voice. Your vocal cords have been surgically changed to give you a higher, more natural pitch. You have received electrolysis on your face so you won't have to worry about shaving ever again. You have been given breast implants. Nothing to radical, you are a full B cup right now. You have been castrated, the head of your penis has been formed into a clitoris, your urethra has been relocated to the same area as a female. The skin from your scrotum and penis, have been used to give you a vulva and both a labium major and minor. We don't do the full vaginoplasty because it requires too much time for healing. Unless someone looks very close, no one will be able to tell that you aren't a natural woman. You have started HRT. Estrogen pellets have been implanted in your right hip. These will last for about 4 - 5 months. You can get them replaced if you want to." I immediately looked down and saw that I did have two mounds pushing up on my hospital gown. I couldn't reach to between my legs but, I had the feeling that Diane was telling me the truth. "I don't know why you are doing this. I never wanted to be a woman. It was just a role I was playing. It was my girlfriend's idea and it worked out very well. As soon as I get out of here, I am going to the police and have you thrown in jail." "What you don't understand, yet, is that you have only two options. You can go right now, there are clothes in the closet and drawers. No one will stop you. Or, you can stay here and become more successful than you could ever imagine. The choice is yours." "Release me and I am out of here!" "Oh, a couple of other things first. Daniel Patrick Murphy, no longer exists. All records of you have been expunged, right down to your Birth Certificate and School Records. Your Trust fund is now under my control and at a different location. You are broke, with no identity. The only things you will have are the clothes you will be wearing. This isn't the first time we have done this. We have had others choose to leave but, they come crawling back after a few weeks of begging just get something to eat. If you leave, you will have one week to come back. Otherwise you are on your own. On the other hand, if you accept our help, then your identity as Danielle Patricia Logan will be fully restored. Complete with a new Birth Certificate, Driver's License and Passport. At the end of the 5 years, your Trust Fund will be returned to you. I will keep any increase in value to off set my investment in you. The choice is yours." "I just want to get out of here!" "The choice is yours." She handed me a small piece of paper with a telephone number on it. "This number will be good for only one week. If you don't call, the phone will be permanently turned off and you will have no further way to contact us. If the police try to call it or track it, it will be permanently turned off. You will be totally on your own. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand, just let me go!" "Somehow, I don't think so," she said with a bit of sadness in her voice. They released me and showed me the closet full of clothes. They left, giving me the room and for the first time, I was able to look at my new self. Yes, I did have a pair of very nice, but on the smallish side, tits. My cock and balls were gone but, I did have a smooth front, a slit and no vagina. My face looked more feminine than I remembered. There was no way that I could pass for a Dan, even gay Dan. I went to the closet and picked out a pair of jeans, a top. A coat and a pair of shoes to wear. There was a dresser which contained an assortment of bras and panties. I picked out what I wanted to wear and got dressed. Diane came back in asking if I was ready to go. I said yes and she told me to turn around. I did as I was told and she put a blindfold and a hood on me and a pair of earphones over my ears. I couldn't see or hear anything. She led me out the door and to a waiting car. We drove for what seemed like an hour and we stopped. The door opened and someone helped me out of the car. Before I could take the blindfold off, the car was gone. There it was, early morning and I was standing in Trafalgar Square. As soon as I got my bearings, I walked to the closest police station. I told them my story. As with Jamie, I was told that I didn't exist. I gave them Diane's phone number and it immediately came up as an inactive phone number. Since I was an American, they suggested that I go to the American Embassy. It was the same there. I didn't exist and unless I could prove I was an American, there was nothing that they could do to help me. They too tried the phone number with the same results, "There is no such number." They even tried Danielle Patricia Logan with no results that fit me. I was literally a person without an identity. I wandered around the city trying to think of what I wanted to do. I started getting hungry but had no way to get something to eat. I went into a couple of restaurants and pubs but got kicked out. One pub owner, Frank, offered to give me a meal if I washed dishes for him. I said yes and after the pub closed, he asked me if I had anywhere to stay. Foolishly I said no. He offered to let me stay with him. I had no choice and went home with him. Frank was good looking and had a very nice flat. He told me to go and sit on the couch and he would get us a couple of drinks. He handed me my drink and sat next to me. He leaned in for a kiss. I pulled back, I had never thought about kissing a man, though for some reason it didn't seem wrong. This time, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in and kissed me. Instead of pulling away I returned his kiss. I am not sure why but, I was really getting turned on. More kissing led to him getting hard and me taking my top and bra off. He stood up, lowered me down to my knees and dropped his pants, allowing his cock to fully come to attention. I tried to tell him that I have never done this before. Though I did kiss Jamie's dildo several times. Frank didn't care and before I knew it, I was gagging with his cock down my throat. He made sure that I was looking up at him. He came, just as he was pulling out. He spewed his cum all over my face and chest. He had me clean himself up just using my tongue. Again, this was something that I had never thought of doing to a real cock. But, for some reason, it didn't seem wrong. Frank brought me to my feet and led me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and laid next to me. He started licking, kissing and tweaking my nipples. When he started to finger me, he was shocked that he found no hole there. "What the fuck is going on?" I told him what happened and the partial sex change that I had. Frank was furious saying, "I'm no fagot!" He told me to get dressed and get out. I told him that I had no place to go and he said he didn't care just get out. It was pouring down rain and the only place I found to get out of it was a covered doorway. Soon I was kicked out of there and told to find someplace else. I found another overhang and curled up there and went to sleep. I got up the next morning and I was soaking wet. I walked around trying to get warm. I found a homeless shelter and was able to get a hot meal. But, they had no beds available. That night, I found another overhang to sleep in. The next morning, I went back to the shelter and got something to eat and to be able to take a shower. But, my clothes were filthy by now. But I had no other choice but to wear them. I tried to get a job at a couple of places but, without an ID no one would hire me. I had been beaten, figuratively, and was going to call Diane. I looked for Diane's phone number and tried to call it. As with the police, it came up being disconnected. I now knew that I was in serious trouble. The 3rd night I met a woman, Jasmine, who was obviously a prostitute. She said she was in my position 6 months ago. She met her "boyfriend" Johnny and he gave her a place to stay, food to eat and nice clothes to wear. She said he was looking for another girlfriend. I was desperate and went to meet Johnny. He let me shower, gave me a change of clothes and dinner. There must have been something in the wine because started to feel a bit weird. I was sitting in a chair, very relaxed, when he said he had something special for me. He put a band around my arm, sticking a needle into it and injecting something into me. I almost immediately had the feeling of a surge of pleasurable sensation a "rush" going through my body. I had a warm flushing of my skin, my mouth was dry, and had a heavy feeling in the extremities. It was a wonderful feeling. Soon I got drowsy and passed out. When I start to wake again, he gave me another shot and I was out again. I am not sure actually how long this went on for but, I know I needed it. Johnny started to space out my "medicine" as he called it. Soon I was hurting all over. He would only give me my "medicine" to make me feel better, only if I earned it. At first it was as simple as a giving him a blow job, but, it soon escalated to me doing tricks for him. One night, Johnny got a phone call and told Jasmine to take me along with her. I asked where we were going and he just said, "You are going to have some fun." I wasn't naive enough not to know what was going on but, I was still high and just went along with it knowing it would get me another fix. He dropped us off at this hotel and we went upstairs. The door opened and there was this 6'6" guy, Steve, standing there. "Oh, you brought a friend, you are going to charge me twice, now are you?" "No, Danielle is new, so this will be her OTJT." With that, Frank paid Jasmine and led us to the bed. We undressed down to just our thongs. He motioned for me to come over and start sucking him. Jasmine came over so he could suck her tits. I went through the motions of giving Frank the best blow job I could think of. I don't know if it was the drugs in my system or something else but, it wasn't a bad experience for me. The more that he got excited, the more I started to get into it. I think I actually enjoyed it. When he came, he filled my mouth and throat with his cum. He wanted Jasmine and I to kiss to share his load. He got off on us kissing and wanted to see more. We proceeded to make out until she went down to give me oral sex. She knew about my secret but, never said a word. An hour later, we were done and Johnny was outside of the hotel to pick us up. When we got "home" Johnny told me that I did good and that he would give me my shot of "medicine" to feel better. Johnny had quickly found out about my secret. He told me that, in order to get my "medicine," he was going to set me up with men who either wanted oral and/or anal sex. He slowly started to "train" me to receive anal sex. The better I did, the more of my "medicine" I would get. With-in a few days I was a slut. For the few weeks, I was in a state of stupor. I was starting to look forward to the tricks. The more that Johnny gave me, the more that I wanted. Soon, Johnny had me doing 3 to 4 tricks a night, 6 days a week. When I wasn't doing tricks, I was constantly wearing a butt plug to keep everything loose. I was so strung out on my "medicine" I didn't care, I would do anything. After 4 months, I was emaciated. I had dropped down from 140lbs to 100lbs. The only thing that brought me any pleasure was my next fix. It was a bit of a Catch 22 for Johnny. The more he had me strung out on drugs, the more compliant I became and would take on any customer. There were a couple of times where the clients just wanted to beat me. Johnny didn't care because they had to pay 3 times the usual rate. The only stipulation was no hitting the face. On the other hand, the way I had become strung out and "let myself go," the less requests he got for me. It finally got to the point that I was costing him more than I was able to make for him. One night, he drove me to a dark corner and told me to get out. He said I was on my own from now on and drove off. Soon I started going through withdrawals and thought I was going to die. I needed to get some money for my next fix. I just stood on the corner and before long, a man stopped. I got into his car and immediately knew I was in trouble. He took me to a shabby motel room, dragging me inside. He proceeded to beat me until I passed out and then he left. The next morning, I woke up and realized that I had a broken arm and I was hurting from withdrawals. I got picked up by an ambulance and taken to a hospital. When I was discharged, they sent me to a shelter for drug abusers. But, since I couldn't prove who I was, they had no choice to turn me away. I was out walking the streets again, with my arm in a cast and sling. I had no choice but to share a homeless encampment. But there, with the help of some of those who shared the camp, I was able to get through withdrawals. I truly didn't know what to do. I hated Diane for taking my identity and money. But, I also now knew that I should have taken her up on her offer. But, that ship had sailed. I wanted to find a way to get back to the US and see if I could reestablish my life. But without an ID, I couldn't get a job, other than the one I used to have. I made a cardboard shelter and found a couple of old blankets to keep warm. I went through dumpsters to get something to eat. I got a few cash jobs helping around someone's house. I was only able to shower once a week, or so, and my hair was so stringy. On one of my dumpster diving trips, I found a pencil set and some blank paper. I started drawing again. I would sit on the curb and draw caricatures for the people walking by or sell some of my other drawings. I signed each one telling them to keep it, because I still knew, somehow, I was going to be successful. I told them they will be worth money someday. I would only charge ?2.00 but, it was enough for me to be able to shower, make sure I had something to eat and buy more drawing material. I was walking back to the homeless encampment, after I had sold out, when I heard, "Danielle, Is that you?" I looked around and I saw Jenn, who I met that first day at the coffee shop. "I am so glad I found you, we have been looking all over for you." She got out of her car and walked over to me. She started to give me a hug but, I pushed her away. "You bitch, you did this to me! You don't know what I have been through for the last 6 months!" "I know that you have a right to be mad but, please just listen to me." She told me that usually when someone tries to go on their own they call in a day or two. When I didn't call and the police did, Diane sent people out looking for me, fearing the worst. After a month, they gave up figuring that I was probably dead. I told her what happened and I started to break down. She held me tight. I asked her if she thought Diane would take me back. She told me that she knew for sure that Diane wanted me back. "Hi Diane, I found Danielle. She is here with me ... Okay, I'll bring her by tomorrow." I got into Jenn's car and she took me to her flat, not the one I first met her in. She let me shower, gave me something to eat and clean clothes to wear. She fixed my hair for me so I looked presentable. We talked for a couple of hours. I found out that Jenn was like me. She was from Northern England and she was born a male too. But, unlike me, she was gay. Two years ago, she woke up, after being drugged, to find that she had become sort of a female too. She had been a crossdresser, with a boyfriend who tolerated Jenn. When she disappeared, he thought she is dead and she hasn't seen him in the last two years. While she had been a crossdresser it was still a shock to have been turned into a "female." She said she wasn't as strong as I was. She had no choice but to get into playing the female role. Now, she actually loves being a "woman" and looks forward to the day she can have her surgery to give her a vagina. She loved doing hair. Diane made arrangements for her to go to the best cosmetology school, Vidal Sassoon, London. She finished her training and was now traveling, literally, all over the world teaching for Sassoon. They started her out at ?85,000 plus, travel expenses. We talked until I couldn't keep my eyes open. Jenn only had one bed so we shared it. She held me the whole night making me feel safe. I slept for 10 hours. When I woke up, Jenn left a note saying that she had to go into work and for me to make myself at home. She would be back around 6:00. After dinner, she would take me to see Diane. I just relaxed but, had dinner waiting for her when she got home. I told her that it was the least I do. We ate and then left for Diane's. "Danielle, it is good to see you again. Have you given some more thought about my proposal?" "You fucking piece of shit. With all you have done to me and everything that I have gone through the last six months, you act like nothings happened. Like this is just a continuation of some business deal. Hell, I don't even know what Jamie, her parents and my friends have been told about my disappearance. You don't know how just the thought of killing you got me through so many nights and tricks I had to perform. I was just lucky that I didn't catch anything nasty." "I am truly sorry. You are the first who didn't come back and I sent people out looking for you. ..." "And that makes it alright? You don't know how close I came to dying or even having something worse happen to me." "Again, I am truly sorry. How can I make it up to you?" I had the hook in her and just needed to set it. "Here's the deal and it is going to cost you a lot of money. I will take your offer of school and support. You are going to give me my new identity, my money back, you are going to pay for me to finish school. I am only going to give you 10% of my wages now and 5% after 5 years. You will give me my Trust Fund back, plus any interest I earned. Plus, you are going to reduce Jenn's fee to 5% too." "I can live with that." "But that's not all. The only reason that I am alive today, is because of several people at the homeless encampment who helped me. They watched over, and cared for me, while I was going through withdrawals from the heroin I was strung out on. You are going to make a very generous endowment of ?500,000 to the St. John's Homeless Shelter and soup kitchen. In addition, you will buy sleeping bags for all 150 people at the Encampment." "Your helping people get a start is a noble project. Considering your expenses, your fees aren't unreasonable. You will continue your business but, will not make any changes to an unwilling person's body. You must give them informed consent. Who knows, in Jenn and my cases, we may have realized the advantage of becoming female." "What happens if I say no?" "Simple, I will make it my life's mission to expose you and make sure that you are thrown in jail. Jenn is willing to go to the Police with me." Diane looked at Jenn nodding yes. She thought about it for a few seconds and said, "You have a deal. Do you need a place to stay tonight?" "Danielle can stay with me for as long as she wants to." I looked at Jenn and said thank you. We went home talking even more. Being with her was as easy as it was being with Jamie, though I still missed her very much. That night, while we slept, Jenn held me close to her and it made me feel secure and wanted. Jenn had a couple of days off and we spent them together. She fed me and, in a week, I had put 5 pounds back on. My hair was a mess. My blonde hair was yellow and I had 3" roots. She took me back to the Vidal Sassoon school and spent 4 hours correcting my color, taking me back to my natural dark blonde with highlights. I also got my eyebrows redone, a mani/pedi and facial. When we left, I felt like a new woman. Diane called to tell me that everything was in order and to come in to get my new life. Jenn drove me over and Diane showed me my new passport, birth certificate, student visa, driver's license. She showed me my trust with my money in it. But, instead of the $150,000 there was $300,000 in it. She told me that I would have to pay for my continuing education and that extra money should more than cover it. But, they were all made out to Danielle Patricia Logan. I asked her why she changed my last name and she said for a bit of extra security. I said that was unacceptable! I wanted them changed to Danielle Patricia Murphy. She said it would take a couple of weeks to make all of the changes. She told me I had two choices, I could either have my last name changed back to Murphy and wait until next September to get into the Instituto Europeo di Design in Milan. My other option was to keep Logan and start at the University of the Arts London, Central Saint Martins in January. The choice was mine. I had lost enough time already so I chose to keep Logan and stay in London. Jenn told me that she wanted to find a nicer flat, now that she was working. She asked me if I would like to share it with her. I said yes. We spent a couple of days looking and found a much larger, and nicer, one-bedroom apartment that was close for both of us. Even splitting the rent, it would cost us ?800 per month. We took the apartment. That night, Jenn and I were sharing a bottle of wine. She confessed that she had never been with a woman before. She had been a gay man and had only been with men. I laughed, it was good to laugh, saying that I had never been with a man before coming to London. She asked me what I thought about it and I said it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. With the right John, I started to enjoy giving head and being butt fucked. She told me that she hadn't been with anyone since coming to London. We talked more until it was time to go to bed. Jenn cradled me like she had done every night I had been there. I rolled over and gave her a big kiss. She returned my kiss and I showed her what it was like to make love with another woman. The next day, while Jenn was at work, I went by the local adult store and bought several items to share with her. That night as we were getting ready for bed, I excused myself to the bathroom. I came out wearing nothing but a strap-on dildo. Jenn took one look and started crying with happiness. It wasn't my first time wearing a dildo. I had a couple of "clients" who liked to take it in their asses. That was the first of many nights where we would trade off, we both had our own. I never thought I could feel for someone like I felt for Jamie. But, I was falling for Jenn. Soon, it was time to start class. I was at somewhat of a disadvantage in that the other students already had a semester under their belts. But with their help, I quickly caught up. This was completely different than what I had experienced before. It was much more challenging. With the challenge, brought out my creativity. As much as I hated to admit it, my times on the streets had changed me. I rarely, if ever, thought about what it was like to be Dan. When I would watch men, and how they acted, I refused to believe that I was ever like that. That was so foreign to me. I had to admit that I really liked being a girl. It was this, that help my work to excel. During the summer I was offered an unpaid internship with Stella McCartney, who had also graduated from Saint Martins. It was in Product Development and I was able to work with some of their top designers. Jenn wasn't too keen on my taking the internship. We had become very close and lovers. Sassoon had her traveling all over Europe, North America and even a little in Asia to teach their techniques, to sold out classes. Jenn was going to be gone most of the summer and wanted me to come with her. As much as I wanted to, I had to put my schooling ahead of our relationship. When we did get together, it was an intense couple of days. But, with us spending so much time apart, we started to drift apart. By the end of the summer, we talked and decided that I should move out. I found a one bedroom flat and moved my things there. Periodically, throughout the year, Saint Martins would send a few students to seminars around the UK and Europe. It was at one of these seminars that I met, and fell in love with, Carlo Ricci. I have heard about love at first sight and the instant attraction. That is the way it was for Carlo and me. He was a little older than me and was just finishing up his studies in Milan. Carlo was the first man I met that I could just sit down with and have a conversation. We spent the whole seminar together and became very close. I told him about my past and he basically said, "That's alright, we will fix what we can and the rest doesn't matter." At the end of the seminar, I am not sure either one of us learned as much as we should of, we were inseparable. We would call each other every day and meet a couple of times a month on our weekends. He asked me to spend Christmas with him and his family and I said yes. His family included: his Mother (Maria), Father (Roberto) and younger sister (Alexia). I had started learning a bit of Italian and they spoke a bit of English so we got along very well. When I told them that I had no family, they immediately adopted me as their own. Alexia told me that I was the first girl that Carlo brought home and that she has never seen him happier. I told her that he has made me very happy too. Christmas morning, Carlo proposed to me and I said yes. Carlo had been offered a design job with Prada in Milan. We decided to wait until after I graduated the following year to get married. We continued our daily calls and meeting on the weekends. Sometimes he would come to London or I would go to Milan. The following spring, I was sent to a seminar in Milan and I spent the whole week with Carlo and his family. I am not sure if I loved them more than they loved me. Alexia became the sister I never had. Maria became the Mother that I could talk to about anything. While I was at Carlo's parent's home, I slept in a separate room. When we were together, at other times, we slept together. I did love, so much, having Carlo inside me. But, to be honest, the prep work was a pain in the ass, figuratively not literally. When I knew we were going to see each other, I would have to start prepping the day before. I would switch to a liquid diet and take a laxative. Then before we could have sex, I would have to use an enema bag to make sure I was fully cleaned out. Then I had to make sure that he used plenty of lube. After consultation, I elected to have the recto-sigmoid vaginoplasty. It was more evasive, and more expensive, but had the advantages of being self-lubricating, there would be little or no dilation required and I will be able to get all of Carlo's 7" inside me. I set my date for June 3rd. I was going to have to spend 4 - 5 days in the hospital with complete bed rest. I was told that I should pretty much be back to "normal" in 6 - 8 weeks. During the summer, I was offered another intern position at Stella McCartney. I really wanted it. I knew it would do for my career but, I decided I wanted to get a new vagina instead. I told them thank you but I was going to have surgery. I didn't say anymore about it, and told them it wouldn't be fair to them. They told me that even if I had a few weeks they still wanted me to intern for them. I told them that I could probably be able to work the month of August, they told me to come in and wished me well on my surgery. Carlo and his family were by my bedside when I went for my surgery. He had told them about my past and they didn't care either, other than I couldn't have children. The surgery went well and I went to Milan to recover. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a Mother take care of me. When I recovered, I didn't really want to leave Milan. But, I only had a semester left and had to make the best of it. I was able to start interning, for Stella McCartney, in late July. They actually had me designing a dress for their Spring collection. This was an unpaid internship. I did though get full credit for the design and if it went into production, I got a small, 1%, commission on it. Hey if they sold $100,000 worth of my dress, I would get $1,000. At the end of summer, Carlo and I had a chance to try out my new vagina. It felt wonderful and we could now be spontaneous, which we were. The last semester of school was the most challenging. While we still talked every night, between his job and my school, we saw each other when we could. Many times, when Carlo and I were together, we would collaborate on different designs. We would combine my woman's perspective and Carlo's man's perspective on women's clothes we designed. There were several pieces that Prada picked up and paid us well. The piece that I design for Stella McCartney had almost $500,000 in sales. They sweetened the pot, to get me to work for them, and gave me 3%, $15,000. Saint Martin's gave me the opportunity to go to a seminar in New York City. I had to pay my own way but, it would open lots of doors for me. I hadn't been back to the States in over 2 years. I went to the show, with some of my designs and resume. I met with several different companies. They all thought I was from the UK because, unbeknownst to me, I had picked up an English accent. I had several companies show an interest in me and my work. Stella McCartney had already offered me a job with them when I graduated. When Christmas came, I was finished with school and accepted a position with Prada in Milan. They knew that Carlo and I had been collaborating and wanted to make sure that someone else didn't get me. I signed a 1-year contract starting at ?70,000 per year plus commission, which was the same deal that Carlo had with them. We got married in January. Jenn came to our wedding and was my Maid of Honor. But first, I had to be Baptized and join the Catholic Church. We honeymooned in the Bahamas and had a great time. We even spent some time outside our room. We returned tired but, rested, if that makes sense. As is custom in Italy, Carlo and I lived with his parents. We had a separate little house that was ours. Prada had Carlo and I working together. It was very lucrative for both us and Prada. Prada had no problem selling our designs. We were paid over ?80,000 in commissions. Of course, I had to pay Diane my 10%, which I didn't mind. After all, if it weren't for her, none of the probably wouldn't have happened. After a year, our contracts were done. Prada tried to offer us more money, and other Houses offered us very good money too. But, we talked about it and thought why should we let them make money on our designs? We decided to go on our own. We didn't want to try and make our own line of clothing. There was just too much competition there. What we could do was to freelance our talents. We used the money we had saved the previous year and my trust fund money to open our own business. We bought our own house and used one of the bedrooms as our design room. We put the word out that our designs were going to be available in a month's time. We sold both our original designs, and designed what other companies wanted. Diane was right about one thing, after a year and a half, we had made this a ?1,000,000 company. We had grown so much that we had to hire on a couple of extra designers and move to a new building. After 3 years, we hit the ?2,000,000 mark. Carlo and I talked and decided that we wanted to start a family, which meant adoption. We found a lawyer that specialized in adoption and asked for his help. After a couple of months, we received a call about two little sisters, Maria (3) and Sophia (1). Their parents were killed in an accident and they had no living relatives. The only condition was that they had to stay together. We met with the girls and immediately fell in love with them. They stayed with us for a few of months before the adoption was finalized. Now I mainly work from home as I take care of our daughters. Carlo's Mother, Maria, is thrilled to have a granddaughter "named" after her. She and Roberto have quickly spoiled both of them. I never had any Grandparents but, I am so glad that our girls do. Alexia got married to a great guy and they are now living with her parents. Jenn quit training for Sassoon, the travel was killing her, and went to work in one of their salons. She met a woman and they have been together for a couple of years now. It's amazing how things change. She wanted a man and got a woman. I wanted a woman and got a man. I wrote a letter to Jamie explaining what had happened and what my life is now. I gave her my phone number and she immediately called me. We talked for a couple of hours. She asked me if I was happy and I said, "Yes I am!" She had finished her Pre-Med and just started her residency. She met a guy (Brad), another Med student, and they have been married for a couple of years now. During summer break, Carlo, the girls and I went back to California. Jamie's first words were, "See I told you that you would be a big success." She handed me the Grace Kelley picture I had drawn of her. She kept it as a reminder of me. We had a great visit with her, Brad and her parents. Diane is still helping people get started, for a price of course. But, she kept her word and didn't force anyone to undergo any procedures they didn't want to. To her surprise, many of those who she might have had things done on, asked to have them done. For me, I created a foundation to help the homeless and to help them get off drugs. The word got out about I had been homeless and strung out on drugs. Money started coming in from all over the UK and Europe. A few people, who had bought my drawings when I was on the street, sold them for big money and gave all of it to my foundation. One of my greatest satisfactions was when this guy Burt, knocked on our door. He had been at the homeless encampment and was one of the people who watched over me while I went through my withdrawals. Between the help he received from Diane's Endowment and my Foundation, he kicked drugs and got himself cleaned up. He now has a flat and works at an accountant job, which is what he did before he got strung out. He handed me a check for ?1000 for my Foundation. I started to cry and invited him to stay for dinner.