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I'm Now Called Dee Ch. 07
Coming out to Kate's parents had been easier than either of us thought,
I wasn't so sure about my parents. I knew the days, weeks and months
ahead were going to be difficult. They would turn out to be a
rollercoaster of ups and downs and of emotions.
As expected my parents weren't over the moon when I introduced them to
Dee. My father stormed out saying, "Don't speak to me until you get
this nonsense out of your head. MAN UP!"
Mum, looking crushed and looking over her shoulder at me, followed him
out in tears.
A couple of weeks later, Kate had a phone call from mum wanting to know
if she and Dee would meet her for coffee in town. This sounded hopeful.
On the day, I dressed carefully, conservatively, with minimal makeup.
Mum had arrived before us, as we sat, she took my hand, giving it a
little squeeze.
She said, "Dad doesn't know we are meeting like this and, for the time
being he won't know."
Was I reading too much into what she said? Did I dare hope that she
intended we meet again? Oh, please I thought, I didn't want to be
completely cut off from my family. We talked for a long time, with her
reminiscing, about my childhood. She always thought I was different
from the other boys of my age. When the girl next door got a pram and
doll, I wanted one. Mum and dad thought I'd grow out of it, dad trying
to make me play football, rugby, cricket and other sports. I wasn't
interested. She even told us that when I was about five, she had been
out shopping with me, and needed the ladies. Taking me in with her, one
of the other women complained about a boy being in there.
"Stupid old bat did she think I was going to leave a five year old
child waiting outside? I gave her a piece of my mind."
"Talking of which, I need to go," said Kate.
"Me too," said mum.
Kate looked at me. "Dee?"
"No, you two go, I'll wait and order us another coffee," I said.
The cafe only being small didn't have their own toilets, instead the
patrons used the public toilets of the shopping centre.
I could have gone, but didn't want to push mum too far too soon. Let
her slowly get used to the idea of having a daughter.
When they got back, we had that next coffee, a bad idea. I now needed
to go. I made some lame excuse about needing a charger for my phone. I
set off in the opposite direction they'd come from and headed into a
department store to use their toilets. On the way back I stopped at the
makeup counter, just looking. I came out with a lipstick, I didn't need
it, but I liked the shade.
When I got back, we agreed to meet again, mum would ring us to arrange
a day that coincided with one of dad's club outings.
In work I was still displaying my male self, how long I would be able
to keep it up I didn't know. What I did know was I wished I was living
24/7 as a woman.
My life was now busy with change. I'd had a couple of sessions of
psychiatric assessment and was now receiving counselling, meeting
regularly with a peer support group. It was a relief to know I wasn't
alone and that other people felt the same, be it as M to F, or F to M.
I was also offered hair removal treatment, voice therapy and hormone
treatment. One thing that was stressed was I could stop at any time,
but once hormone treatment started some of the changes couldn't be
reversed and I would eventually become infertile.
I now needed to urgently sort out a visit to a sperm bank. It was also
time to start informing friends.
The sperm bank was emotionally draining. My medical history was
checked, any communicable disease such HIV or STDs. If I was donating
for other recipients, I wouldn't have qualified on several grounds. I
wasn't tall enough, I didn't have a degree and I had reddish hair.
I was instructed on the best time to donate and how to prepare for the
best most potent ejeculate. They also wanted at least six donations,
for future implantation to stand any chance of success.
I would leave my first deposit that day, it would be tested for any
abnormalities and potency and we would be informed of the result in
within 48 hours.
I was handed over to a, confused looking, assistant in a white coat.
She led me down the corridor to a room, and handed me a small sterile
cup. I guess it wasn't every day that she handed one of her little
cups, to a client wearing a dress.
The room was small, sparsely furnished, some pornographic magazines and
videos. Kate wasn't allowed in with me, I was left on my own to
masturbate. Although Kate and I enjoyed watching and reading
pornography together, today it all seemed too seedy. When Kate and I
made love, it wasn't penetrative sex like a man and woman, but two
women making love. That's what I thought about as I eventually produced
a sample.
The next time we went, I asked her to wear her sexiest panties and
masturbate as I watched. After orgasming she took her soaking panties
off handed them to me, and straightened her dress. I sniffed them put
them in a plastic bag, inside my handbag. I would use them later as a
masturbatory aid. We then made our way to the sperm bank.
This had the effect of keeping my mind from dwelling on why we were
going to the bank. All I could think about was her travelling on the
tube and walking around London, with no knickers on.
On the way home she started to tease, sitting opposite me on the tube,
letting her skirt ride up a bit and opening her legs. I found it
exciting, and was soon flirting back, caressing my 'breasts' and
copying her actions. There were some disapproving coughs, I heard
somebody say 'dykes.'
We didn't care we were having fun teasing and succeeding in arousing
the men, judging by their trousers. Women were better at hiding their
arousal, so we weren't sure about them. One woman across the aisle was
showing an interest, mimicking our actions and smiling at us. If that
was an invite, it wasn't one we were going to take up. Kate and I only
had eyes for each other.
We gradually introduced our friends to Dee, some were supportive, some
took a while to get used to the idea. Others dropped us completely, as
if I had some sort of communicable disease.
I had hoped that by Alex's wedding, I would have started my hormone
treatment, but that wasn't to be. I did get to be one of her
bridesmaids. It was one of the best weddings we'd been to, I could
relax and enjoy myself without fear of discovery. Most of us were known
to each other and we knew each other's preferences. I did make one
contact, John, an IT manager. He told me he would keep me informed if
any position became available in their organisation, should I feel the
need to move. He didn't think a woman with my IT experience, would have
any problem landing a job with them.
Once I'd made my six deposits, I started hormone treatment. My support
team were helping me with getting my documents changed to reflect my
preferred sex.
Mum was now used to having a daughter and enjoyed helping me choose
when we went shopping. She'd always had good taste and would tell me if
something didn't suit me, often saying,
"Try this," or "that would look good on you."
She even told dad, saying things like,
"I went shopping with Kate and Dee today,"
"Our daughter did..."
"Dee is visiting the doctor today, for a checkup."
Dad just hid behind his paper, occasionally grunting a reply. At least
he was being kept up to date with my progress.
The hormone treatment kicked in within three days, I don't mean
physical changes but, my emotions seemed to be more intense swinging
from high to low. Three months in my chest felt achy and my nipples
were swollen and itchy
Both Pamela and Kate told me I was going through puberty. Pamela saying
that the women in work were beginning to notice some change in me, but
hadn't yet worked it out.
"Perhaps you should come clean in work, or start somewhere else,"
Pamela suggested.
After a lot of thought, I decided on a clean break and I'd speak with
John again. My plan was to give a months notice, then take a few weeks
off to have my Adam's apple shaved. I was fed up of dressing to hide
it, besides if I was growing breasts, I wanted to give people a hint of
flesh. Hell no I wanted to flaunt them!
I had my ears pierced, let my hair grow longer. I was reinventing
myself, now I was a 24/7 woman, there was nothing to stop me.
Over the months my body changed, hair finer, skin smoother, breast buds
became small breasts.
One was smaller than the other, despite all I'd read and all that the
support group told me, I still worried I'd end up with different sized
boobs. My penis and balls shrank. I was losing muscle, not that I had
much to start with. My figure was rounding out.
I'd settled into my new job, made friends with the women I worked with.
What put the icing on the cake for me, was a simple request, that no
other woman would have given a second thought to.
Ruth, coming out of the ladies said, "I've just put my money in the
tampax machine and the sodding thing has jammed! Have you anything, a
liner or tampon, I can borrow?"
She may have only asked me because I was the first 'woman' she came
across, but I felt as if that was another hurdle crossed.
It had been almost a year that I'd been a 24/7 woman. My breasts had
grown to a B cup. OK some might think them small, but they were all
mine and I was delighted with them. When aroused my nipples enlarged
and stiffened, the feeling seemed to go right down to my groin. As far
as I was concerned I didn't need breast augmentation, or top surgery.
At home Kate would catch me admiring my breasts in the mirror, cupping
them, squeezing them together to give myself a cleavage. When we made
love she paid special attention to them, caressing, fondling, licking
and sucking.
I was still undecided about bottom surgery, but as soon as I could I
would go on the waiting list, after all I could stop at any time. Some
days I wanted surgery, it was only a bit of flesh that I no longer
needed. Other days I thought of the videos I'd seen, and Alex's video
diary, and was afraid.
Various scenarios played through my head.
I would never have to worry about tucking, or if there was a bulge in
my clothing, where one shouldn't be. Not that there ever had been, but
it was always at the back of my mind.
Revenge sex, I imagined laying in bed and revealing to Craig he'd just
fucked his ex work colleague, Dave. Was that ever likely to happen? The
thought of the look on his face was almost worth the risk of him
possibly turning violent.
What if I tried penis in vagina sex and preferred it to what I had with
Kate? I loved her, She was my safe haven and I hoped that wouldn't
happen.
All these thoughts and fears I discussed with Kate, but for me the
positives were outweighing the negatives and I knew it would only be a
matter of time.
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