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The 40-minute Hypnosis Session I always thought of myself as a somewhat average type person. I pretty much always seemed to fit in as one of the crowd but not really ever a stand out. After graduating high school I attended an out of state college where I got my bachelor's degree in electrical engineering and master's in computer science. Being gone from my home state for over six years my ties back to those back in my hometown were pretty much gone. After my final graduation I secured a position at a company located in Chicago. Having grown up in the southwest winters really took some getting used to. Eventually I moved into a condo north of the downtown area. I worked between the downtown and home. My life was pretty good at this point. Like anyone wanting to succeed I put in a lot of extra hours each week. I wanted to make my mark and be of value to the company. Through the first few years I had developed a circle of friends. Our group contained not only men but women as well. Some of the men and women started to date each other, a few married to each other, some met people outside of the group. As I guess with any circle of friends it grew and then started to become smaller and smaller till one day we weren't much of a group anymore. People moved on with their lives. I myself was always on the shy side with women and didn't really date all that much (really at all). Being a book worm in college I wanted to get good grades. It also did very little for my social life and now found myself slipping back into my old habits. As I became established at work I no longer had to put in the long hours I once did and now found myself with an excessive amount of time on my hands. I now had more time after work and the weekends with nothing to do. By now the newspapers, though still being printed (on dead trees) were a shell of their former self. I hadn't read one for a long time. So I started surfing the net looking for inspiration on anything to do. I found everything from various nightlife outlets, social groups, personal want ads (dating), to name a few. It's amazing how much time I found myself wasting in front of a computer. Then I found a sections on services offered, and it wasn't prostitutes looking for customers either. The topics varied all over the place as to the services offered. Some were quite amusing to read actually. Then one evening I came across a really unique ad on a topic I had no real interest in but found myself going back to it more than once. The as read as follows: I am a professionally trained hypnotist who specializes in building the self-confidence of those seeking to express their feminine side. Under my hypnotic skills you will develop and reinforce the femininity within you and how to think, act and feel more like a woman. Set aside your negative thoughts which have long haunted you. With hypnosis you cannot do anything against your will. Celebrate the essential femininity within you. I thought how odd of an ad was that was. Who would contact that ad and what exactly was it the hypnotist going to do you. Intellectually I know what hypnosis is. I myself have never undergone it. I've heard not everyone can be hypnotized and of those that are you can't be made to do anything you don't want to do. I decided to bookmark this ad and call it a night. The next day the ad came to my thoughts throughout the day. When I got home I started to read up on the topic of hypnosis. I knew in a sense the classical definition as to what it was. I've heard about it more so from it being an amusement through a stage act. Sure there is such a thing as hypnotherapists who do legitimate services but this as certainly does not appear to be offering that. The phrase "seeking to express their feminine side" made me think what is that all about? Curiosity was getting to me. I had read it so many times I've memorized it. Finally two weeks after first reading it and I decided to make contact "out of curiosity". I mean what guy wants to by hypnotized into becoming more feminine, really, not me. It was Friday night and I guess out of boredom I made initial contact. Clicking the button opened a pop up window where a copy of the ad appeared at the top and as I read downward various boxes appeared asking for some basic information (age, sex, sexual preference, city location, and finally what the inquiry was regarding. No name was needed at this point so I went about filling out the on- line form. I wrote that I was inquiring about the above ad that I came across even though I don't wear women's clothing nor had I thought of doing it before. I also stated I was interested in hypnosis and had never been hypnotized myself. At the end of the pop up I was asked to select a manner to be contacted. The first three required me to reveal a personal form of contact (phone number, text, email). The last was through an anonymous emailer. I've read about those. On both ends we get a code that will allow messages to be sent via a third party. Neither of us would have access to either person's identity. The government actually uses this service for its whistleblower program. It allows a totally untraceable contact without fear of being outed. That sounded like the best option for me. Clicking the submit button a pdf was generated with a copy of my answers to the form and the codes needed to check for a response. I saved that document to my computer. Having finished up I was about to close everything out when I needed a quick restroom break. A few minutes later upon arriving back I saw an incoming message had been received. I opened it up and it was already a response. The response said it was sent from someone named Mistress Linda. I opened it and read through it. She stated that not all who respond to her get a reply but after reading my reply she decided to talk more to me about why the ad caught my attention and why I sent a message. I hit a reply and told her originally I had seen it, read it and moved on. Later though for some unexplained reason it stayed on my mind and felt an urge to reach out. Pressing send moments later another reply came in. In this response she said it would be much easier if we at least talked real-time with each other. Her reply had a button embedded to start a audio chat. Why I did what I did next I can't explain. I should have just deleted the message but instead I clicked on the button. I heard a woman's voice coming from my computer. It was Mistress Linda and she was talking directly with me. I heard her say hello to me then asked what my name was. I replied with my name (first name only at this time). She asked me if I had ear buds I could wear; it would cut down on echoing on her side. I did have a pair and was told to get them and put them on. Once on I could hear her voice in the middle of my head (as headphones do) and she heard me through the built in mic. She told me to relax as we were just going to have a conversation and get to know each other. She started asking me questions which required simple answers from me. She told me she wanted me to relax, and clear my mind of all thoughts. Her questions continued as did my replies. I started feeling very relaxed. I was really enjoying this, whatever it was. As time went on Mistress Linda made me feel more comfortable and rather than her continue to ask me questions she started to have me concentrate on my relaxation. I could feel my awareness start to close in on me. It was like I was getting a sort of tunnel vision and before I could react to it my lights went out. I woke up Saturday morning. I felt refreshed more so than I can remember. I noticed I had my ear buds in and removed them. I then noticed I had a major erection unlike anything I could recall. I needed to use the bathroom so I got up and went. Even though I was rock hard I somehow was able to go. Once back in my bedroom I laid back in my bed and tried to take care of myself. To no success I still had my hard and no amount of masturbation was working. I started to imagine anything that would help me find relief. A memory flooded my mind, something from when I was young, something I don't recall the last time I had thought of it. Early Memory The memory came back of my mother's good friend who I was told to refer to as my aunt, although she really wasn't. When I was about 10 I spent a couple of weeks with her when my parents went away on a vacation. It was the very first time they went on vacation without me. While staying with my aunt, I asked her if I could go outside to play. She told me to stick around the house and stay clean. I went out and stayed close to her house. What I didn't do well was stay clean. Instead what happened was I had to run into the neighbor's yard to get my Frisbee. As I walked over to the far side of their yard the neighbors next door had a dog, which I didn't know about. As I picked up the Frisbee and turned back towards my aunt's house a dog came running over to me. I didn't realize it was on a long leash and thought it was attacking me. I started to run as fast as I could when I slipped on some wet grass in the neighbor's yard. When I fell down I also slid for several feet giving my pants and shirt huge grass stains. I got up running back inside my aunt's house when she saw me. She was definitely not happy with me. She started yelling at me. I tried to tell her what happened, that I was running for my life, but she wasn't listening to me at all. She had me follow her up to the bathroom and told me to strip. I didn't want to strip naked in front of my aunt but in the end that's what happened. She told me to get into the shower and clean myself up. She grabbed my clothes and left. After cleaning up I got out of the shower. She had left me with no clothes. I heard her call for me from the room I was staying in. As I walked in I noticed my suitcase was on the bed. The suitcase was full of my clothes; she had removed them from the dresser. Looking at me she zipped it closed and told me to stand right there and don't move. She grabbed my suitcase and walked out. I said nothing. A moment later she came back and told me to sit on the bed With only a towel to cover me I did. She said how disappointed she was with me. Boys are always so mess and dirty. She told me her daughter was never like that. Her daughter was older than me by at least 5 years and away visiting her father for the summer. She then said since I disobeyed her I needed to be punished. She then left the room again. Moments later she came back in with clothes, but they were girl's clothes. I didn't like this one bit. My aunt said that she still has some of her daughter's clothing from when she was my age, and since they were so pretty and couldn't bear to part with them. She then looked at me and then from the clothing she had she grabbed a pair of pink panties and told me to put them on. The look on my aunt's face was not anything I've ever seen before, she was mad. Any resistance I may have before was gone. Taking the panties I slipped them on. Next she pulled out a training bra and had me stand a certain way and slipped it on me. Any will to fight was gone. I felt defeated. Then came what I can best describe as fluffy pink satin dress covered in ruffles. It was on me before I could react. She had me sit and was instructed to sweep my skirt out before I sat down. I was told since I didn't know how to keep my boy clothes clean I no longer was going to be allowed to wear them until I could prove I could keep my new clothes clean. I begged my aunt to let me change back and that I would be good. She told me she now had no doubt I'd be good, especially if I wanted to wear my boy clothes again. You might think this was bad, really bad but it got worse. I ended up wearing dresses for two weeks. Not only that but starting the day after I had been dressed up my aunt told me she didn't trust me on my own anymore and that I was going with her whenever she had to make a run somewhere. She told me we were leaving in a few minutes so make sure I "tinkle" before we leave. As I turned to go she then reminded me to sit when I go. That happened a long time ago. It's not something I often remember but when I do I find even my memory of it extremely embarrassing. As that memory came to my full recollection the deep humiliation I felt back them overcame me I found myself orgasm. I felt satisfaction from my orgasm but then I felt deep embarrassment. The Pink Dress returns Today, Saturday morning, I decided I needed to do a little shopping. Never really one to consider myself a "shopper" I only went out when I needed something, though for some reason I couldn't for the life of me remember what I needed. I drove to the local mall and went inside. I figured if I just walked around whatever it I needed it would come to me. I started at the south end of the shopping mall at the big box store located there. As I entered I passed through the tools, lawn and garden and then appliances. Halfway through I had walked through the men's clothing, shoes and was now in the women's clothing section. As I was coming close to the entrance to the mall proper I saw on display a girl's dress in pink, just as I remember my aunt first dressed me in. I then realized I had stopped in front of it and had reached out to touch it. At that moment a voice spoke to me, a sales lady asking me if I needed help with anything. I'd bet my face went red at that moment. The sales lady then put one of her hands on one of my shoulders and said they carried extended sizes beyond girls and if I'd like she could find a dress in my size. I think my face was redder than red. The sales lady then grabbed one of my hands and said no need to worry, the store had a private dressing room and that I wasn't the only male interested in the items they sold in this part of the store. I was lead into the back and to the private dressing room. She asked me my dress size but I didn't know. She looked at me quizzically and then asked me to undress down to my underwear. She then measured me and asked what my bra size was. Once again I didn't know. She then asked me how much dressing up have I done. I replied not for a long time and only when I was very young. She then said I'd need everything and wanted to know if I needed her help. Staring downward I found myself saying that yes I really need help and asked her if she could help me. We started basically from the skin and worked our way out. In short I had on a bra, falsies (she suggested I get better fillers but for now this would do, and then panties and a garter belt. Next up were nylons. She ran out again for more and came back with a few boxes. She opened one and took out a pair of pink patent leather pumps with what looked like a five inch heel. The first pair fit me. She left again and this time came back with the dress. As she took it out of the covering she helped get it on me. She zipped it up and then walked me to a full length mirror. Staring back at me was that little boy from way back with my aunt and I was wearing close to the same prissy pink dress now as I did then. In that moment my life from that moment long ago to right now connected and while I couldn't quite describe how I knew from this moment on my life was going to be different. The sales lady had me turn one way and another pointing out how well it fit me. I admitted being embarrassed and said I don't know why I stopped at that dress or why I followed her back. She then told me "Honey no girl wears a dress like that anymore, it's too feminine. We actually don't carry it in girl's sizes, only adult. It's on display to catch the eye of sissies, men who like dressing up as you are now. She then told me to look at myself again in the mirror and asked how masculine did I think I look. I replied I didn't. Exactly, you may not have realized it prior to coming in the store but you know that deep down inside you're just a little sissy girl wanting out. Just look how your pretty dress and high heels match so well. Then without asking me if I wanted to buy these clothes she asked for my credit card to pay for it all. I gave her my card as she started to walk away she stopped, turned, and asked if I had a purse, I said I didn't. She was gone for less than a minute and came back with a pink purse and slid it over one of my arms to my elbow and let it hang. She replied, "Perfect" She came back with what looked similar to an iPad but it was more of a hardened device. She then used it to scan in all of the labels and came up with the final total. It was close to $550 dollars. I signed the bill and then she asked me if I was going to wear my purchase out, with a smile. She then said at least admit to yourself that you really would like to do that. I meekly said yes but that as much as would like to at that moment I sadly replied that I couldn't. She said she understood. I was helped out of my new pink dress and redressed in the clothes I wore in. She then told me she'd bag everything up in sealed bags and if I wanted she could have them ready for me at the pick-up counter on my way out. I thanked her and said I'd do that. She then handed me her card and told me that as a service the store hired her and few others as personal shopping assistants and as a part of that service I could call her number anytime and tell her when I was coming and possibly what I might be interested in. She would have things already pulled and waiting. She had my sizing and previous purchases linked to the ID number on the card she handed me. All I needed to do when calling was give her that ID and I'd be set. She took my bags, gave me my receipt and then told me to follow her. We walked in back to a different door. She then took the card she just gave me and showed me it had a RF chip like a credit card has on it. We walked through the door back into the store. As the door closed behind us she showed me that it had no outer door knob. To the side was what looked like a blank wall plate where a light switch would be and brought the card up to it, the door popped open. From the store side it didn't really look like a door since it had no door knob. We were in the men's section of the clothing store. She said this door was put in for special customers like myself who had a finer sense of style. She told me to enjoy my purchases and keep her in mind when I needed something else. I walked away somewhat in a daze and decided to skip the rest of the mall. Stopped by the pickup counter and saw a kiosk for customers to scan in their receipts. A few minutes later a man came out with my sealed bags and called out my number. After he verified my receipt I was handed my bags. I left to go home. On the ride home I reflected on what just happened. I had never done anything like this before. I felt invigorated even turned on but then realized I did not have an erection. With how I felt at the moment I thought I would have had a raging erection. I felt myself again, but still nothing. Rather than being alarmed I thought how I hoped I wouldn't get an erection if I was dressed up in my new clothes, I would be embarrassed if someone saw me in my new outfit sporting an erection. When I got home I brought my packages into my bedroom. I carefully opened the bags and carefully removed the items one by one. With great care I placed them on the bed. I don't know how long really I sat there but I did staring at my purchase feeling actual content. Then a thought came into my mind that I really needed a shower before I tried everything on again. Rather than taking a shower I instead drew a bath. I soaked in it for a while then decided that the hair on my legs needed to be shaved off. Hairy legs and a pretty dress just didn't go well together, even I knew that. I briefly got out of the tub, drained it and refilled it with fresh warm water. I grabbed my shaving cream and a fresh 8-pack of disposable razors. I got back in the tub and carefully lathered up one leg. Carefully, not to cut me myself, I shaved one leg then the next. The cleaner my legs looked the better I felt. Once my legs were done I looked at my genitals and thought how ugly all the hair around there looked with freshly shaved legs. My chest hair went next. By now I had gone through three razors. I felt my arm pits and shaved off the hair there as well. Then using a new razor I shaved my face. Being that all the hair below my neck was now gone I got out of the tub and dried off. Walking back into my room I sat on the edge of my bed and started to get dressed. The hardest thing I had to do was work up the zipper on my new pink dress. It wasn't because I couldn't reach it more that I had never done it before. Last thing I put in were my pink five inch heeled pumps. As my feet went in I felt a great calm descend upon me. Gone were the stresses of life. I got up and worked on trying to walk gracefully in high heels. It's a skill that I never thought I would one day be working on. For anyone who never walked in high heels before you do have to relearn how to walk. Once you figure it out you're set for life. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself some lunch. Once done I went to my computer and powered it up. I logged into the secured messaging used yesterday with Mistress Linda and sent off a message to her, telling her of my adventure. Within minutes I got a reply from her. She told me to put my ear buds in, and press the included button within her message. As I was on my recliner I put my ear buds in and pressed the button. A few moments later Mistress Linda's voice came on. She asked me if I had a web camera, I did. She then told me to press the button in her reply to me. When I did it my camera came on. Moments later my screen came up, it was Mistress Linda. She was the lady from the store. Yes it's me sweetie. Now don't you look like the most feminine prissy little sissy girl? She said she likes helping males like me find their true inner self. She was happy to help me get started. She then started talking telling me to calm down and relax. I woke several hours later. My computer was still on and while Mistress Linda was no longer on rather geometric patterns filled the screen and calming soothing music of some kind was playing. The Salon Treatment Looking at the clock I suddenly realized I had an appointment in an hour. I immediately shut down my computer and got up. Going back to my room I grabbed my pants and removed my wallet and cell phone. I was worried I was going to be late. I placed my wallet, phone and keys in my purse, slipped it on over my arm to my elbow and walked to the door. Opening my door I made sure it was locked and proceeded to my car. Once in I drove to my appointment, an appointment I never realized I didn't make. Upon arriving I looked, it was the right place. It's called La Boutique. Entering I said I had a four o'clock appointment. The receptionist looked me up and said yes you do, please follow me. I followed her back to a private room. She asked me if I had ever had a full body wax before. I replied I had not. She told me to get undressed and to flip the red switch by the door when ready. She handed me a smock. Several minutes later I was all naked. I walked to the switch and turned it on. A minute or so later a lady came in. She said looks like I'm getting the whole Monty today. I didn't really know what she meant by that. She had me lie face down on her table. She then proceeded to cover one area after another with hot wax, press in strips and rip them off, and move on. Soon it was time to flip over and the fun really began again. With no delicate way to say it having my tender genital area waxed was difficult but I persisted. Once my body was done she started in on my face. My whole beard area was gone over even though I had shaved earlier. Then she said not quite done yet. She then trimmed my eyebrows back and carefully put wax on one, ripped it off, then did the other. When my brows were done she looked at me and said what a brave little girl I was. She said she was through but I was to stay still the next two people were up next. A nail technician came in and did my finger and toe nails. I couldn't believe how feminine and pretty my hands looked. The third person arrived and said she was the last one to deal with back here. She took a look at a paper and said once again I was really getting the works. She then asked me to move to the chair she pointed towards. At first it reminded me of a barber's chair but it was more than that and after having a second look at it appeared to be more clinical in nature. She put on rubber cloves and looked at my earlobes. Marking each with a pen I just sat there and took it all in. She then pierced my ears. I was told I now had a set of starter earrings in and gave me a sheet of paper with instructions on the aftercare. After that she brought out a tube containing a needle and some forceps. She pierced both of my nipples and inserted a bar with little balls on each end. Lastly she sat down on a stool. She raised my legs split them apart, one foot on either side of her. My "thing" was just sitting there in the open. She took a new needle and a few other items preparing me. Once done she gave me what's called a PA piercing. Looking down I saw a metal ring now through the end of my penis. She then said one more to go. She then said I was getting a guiche piercing. I didn't know what that was. It was on the underside of my penis at its base and went side to side. As she was putting the metal ring through it she then took the end of my penis and looped the metal ring from my PA piercing through the guiche ring. She placed the little locking bead on both rings. Surprisingly I said nothing but essentially my penis was now pulled between my legs with no way to pull it out. I was told to get dressed and to turn off the red switch when I was through. Getting dressed went faster than when I first dressed at home. Off went the switch and moments later another lady came in. She took me to another room that had numerous wigs on display. She said that since my real hair was still full and longer (but not long enough) I would have to wear a wig for a while. She started showing me a booklet at the various styles and lengths I could choose from. After choosing what she said would look good on me she fitted me with a wig. Turning towards a mirror I got a little misty eyed. She said I needed to finish up in front and lead me back to where I came in. I was lead to a chair and sat down. Next a make-up specialist stopped by with a cart load of make-up. She settled on the facial make-up she said looked the best on me and then guided me on putting it on properly. Last up was lipstick. Not ruby red but definitely deeper than my own lips she selected a color and guided me on how to do it best. When I was done she had me stand and then announced to the salon, "It's a girl." I paid the bill and left. I felt more alive than I can ever remember. I didn't feel embarrassed at all even though I was wearing my pink dress. I was actually proud on how good I thought I looked. Once again I drove home. When I got home I fixed myself a tiny dinner. I have to watch my girly figure. And then back on my computer. Waking up Sunday I knew I needed more clothes. While I loved my pink dress dearly I couldn't wear it every day. I took out Mistress Linda's card and placed the call. She answered it in person. I explained to her my dilemma on clothing. I had almost nothing to wear. We talked about what I was looking for, what occasions and so on. I was told to come to the store in an hour and meet her in the private area. As much as I loved my pink outfit I couldn't keep wearing it. It would be in tatters from wearing it too much. So I held my breath and decided on a pair of sweats. Beneath the sweats I could at least wear my bra and panties and heels and not feel like I was going out naked. Thankfully I had a set of sweats in white; at least my pretty pumps wouldn't clash. God forbid I'd go out mismatched. Taking a final look at my make-up I grabbed my purse and out I went. Walking in the store, to the men's section I found the door and using the card walked in. There at the private dressing room was Mistress Linda. She hugged me and gave me an air kiss. She said how pretty I looked. I ate up her complements. It made me feel so good. She said we have a busy day ahead and she wasn't kidding. I was there for over four hours trying on one outfit after another. Since I worked in an office I bought several skirt suits and matching heels. Since I seemed to like pumps the most that's what I bought. Most were closed toe but I bought a few open toed as well. All had stiletto heels and all were five inch in height. I really seem to like that height a lot. I had an arm full and then some of pretty dresses, not to mention the skirts and blouses I bought. After ringing everything up the bill was over $7000.00, well worth it! She then told me I couldn't walk out in sweats, and I agreed. We decided on a really pretty red dress and matching stiletto red pumps. Looking in the mirror at myself I felt so warm inside. Mistress Linda told me she only came into work today to help me and said I needed help getting my purchases home. This time while everything was bagged up in normal store bags, the kind you can see through. This time I didn't care anymore and I was proud that I had the body to wear such pretty clothes It took my car and Mistress Linda's SUV to get all my purchases home. She helped me put my new clothes away. To make room she made started by removing all of my male clothing and setting it aside on the bed. One by one my purchases began to fill my closets and dressers. They were practically overflowing. Mistress Linda then had me bag all of my boy clothes up and take them to my car. She then told me to take them to a mission drop off box close to where I lived. She said there are real men out there that need clothing. I agreed and said I'd be back soon. As each bag left my hands and fell irretrievably into the donation drop off box I felt better and better. Returning home Mistress Linda then told me I had a busy day and needed to relax for a while. She had me sit on my recliner. She pulled a chair up next to me and carefully made me relax. Doctor's Appointment Monday morning I awoke in my bed alone. I remember sitting on my recliner but not how I got into bed. I knew I had to take today off. I called into work and knowing my boss, Jennifer, got in early asked if I could take the day off. She said I had plenty of unused vacation left and I would soon lose it if I didn't use it. She suggested I take the week off. Looking at the clock it was still early. I noticed an envelope on my table addressed to me. Opening it I read it. It said, My sweet girl you've come so sat so fast but have yet to cross the finish line. This morning you have an appointment at a clinic I set up for you. No need to worry about the details now it's complicated and best for the doctor and you to have that discussion. This afternoon you'll need to go to the courthouse. You have a 1pm appointment with a judge. Take the second envelope on the table with you for that appointment. I got ready and left for my doctor's appointment. I didn't know why I needed to see the doctor but I knew I had to go. Checking in I didn't have to wait long. I was called in and followed the nurse to an exam room. Moments later a lady doctor came in and introduced herself. Looking at her computer she said that I was there because I wanted to start hormone replacement therapy. She had access to my previous physical results and said normally she would first take blood tests but since mine were only two weeks ago they would do. She told me I was going to be prescribed a testosterone blocker as well as a female hormone. She then had a few pages she asked me to read over, initial where it asks and then date and sign each page at the bottom. The first page dealt with a testosterone blocker. It talked about the side effects of taking it to make sure I knew and consented to taking it. I initialed where it asked and then put my signature and date on the bottom. The second page was for the female hormones. It also talked about the side effects of taking it to make sure I knew and consented to taking it. I initialed where it asked and then put my signature and date on the bottom. The final two pages were for injections. One for an initial injection for a powerful testosterone blocker to get me started. The other for an injection of female hormones likewise to get things going. With the papers signed she sent the two prescriptions in to my pharmacy. The Doctor then asked me to stand and lift my skirt, as well as pull my panties down, then lean over onto the exam table. With my tail end exposed she injected one then the second injection. As the documents I signed stated I became flush in the face and started to feel hot. The doctor had me sit. A nurse came in to stay with me for at least 20 minutes. Once no further side effects appeared I was free to go. I get in my car drove to the pharmacy to get my new prescriptions and then left for the courthouse. Judgement Day Arriving I looked to see what courtroom the judge was in I confirmed that I had been scheduled for 1pm. Going through security went ok. I walked to the courtroom and entered. I sat till I was called. Once called up the judge asked me if I had my paperwork with me. I handed the bailiff the envelope Mistress Linda had left for me. The judge opened it and took out the paperwork. The judge asked me why I wanted my name changed. And without me even thinking why I said my life is so different now and my old name no longer fits with who I am the judge said she understood, signed the document and declared that as of now my legal name was Tina Marie Anderson. Taking the second document she read through it and asked me why I wanted my gender changed to female. I replied I never felt male in my life and with the changes I've made recently nobody would mistake me as being male and I really would like to be declared female. The judge took her pen and signed that document as well. She then proclaimed "it's a girl" and the court room started clapping. As I was leaving the bailiff told me to go to a specific room where I could get copies of my legal documents stating the changes. Going to that room I gave them my name, my new name. They gave me a letter stating where I needed to submit copies of these documents to. This obviously wasn't the first time someone like me was passing through. I got the suggested number of copies needed plus a few extra copies and left. The next day I ran around getting my IDs changed. Driver's license, credit cards, social security to name a few. I had one final place where I needed to change my ID and that was work. I called my boss, Jennifer, and asked her if we could meet after work, I'd buy her dinner. I told her I needed to discuss a few things with her. She asked me if I was resigning. I told her no nothing like that but I really needed to talk to her. She agreed and we set a time to meet at a restaurant we both were familiar with. Meeting my Boss, for the first time Jennifer and I were going to meet for dinner at 6:30. I was just pulling in and saw her BMW already parked. I walked in and already saw she had a table. As I approached her I could tell she was looking past me, not seeing the man she thought was coming. As I approached her she was still looking beyond when I stopped pulled a chair out opposite from her and sat down. Jennifer immediately said to me, "I'm sorry I think you're at the wrong table miss". I replied I know you think that Jennifer but I am not. Then I said to her, "Jennifer it's me, Daniel, though I don't really feel the name is appropriate anymore". Jennifer just stared at me, her mouth wide open. Then she said, "Daniel is that you?" I told her I know this is a shock but I'm hoping we can still have dinner today. I told Jennifer that I'd like to be addressed from now on as Tina, since Daniel is a little bit out of date. Just then our waiter came and asked us "Would you ladies care for something to drink?" We placed our drink order and got back to talking. Basically I told Jennifer that I had been hiding a big part of who I really am from everyone for most of my life. It's gotten to the point where I no longer can hide who I really am. I've struggled in silence for far too long. She asked if I wanted to work as a woman from now on. I told her that not only have I legally changed my name to Tina but my IDs have all been changed as well and also included in the change in my legal gender. She started to ask if I had a sex change but immediately said not to answer that. Jennifer told me our company has an open policy on such a thing and that she suggested I contact my HR representative tomorrow morning. In the meantime she'll go down and talk with her first thing in the morning. Jennifer then looked me over again and said, "Girl you really pull off being a woman very well". She said too that while she knew I really hadn't dated anyone as long as I had worked there she never thought anything if it. I know Jennifer had many other questions but because she was my boss and this dinner now became a work related meeting she had to be careful in what she asked. She told me she has a second cousin who had gender issues and finally transitioned. She said the family wasn't hard on her but it honestly was somewhat awkward for a while at family events. Everyone kept using the wrong name and gender pronouns but eventually it all seems to have worked out. I told Jennifer that I was an only child of parents who both were only children as well. I told her that they said to me more than once that they felt they robbed me of an extended family since by the time I was born my four grandparents were dead and I had no Aunts, Uncles, or Cousins. Because of that I don't have an extended family to worry about. That now makes it easier for me especially since my parents are also gone. I said I guess I'm used to being alone, not that I don't mind being around people. As we finished dinner and the bill came I was going for my purse to get my wallet. Jennifer grabbed the bill and said the company was paying for it. As we left the restaurant we walked into the bar area for a night cap. Jennifer told me that my HR representative will tell me what forms I needed to bring in to update my company employee profile. She said it's not too hard to deal with it all. HR will go over what to expect. In the meantime HR will handle notifying my coworkers in our area and the company's policies on such a matter. As we parted Jennifer gave me a big hug and a kiss on my cheek telling me not to worry. As I drove home I felt so very feminine knowing I now would be going to work as a woman, and not the man I used to be. One Year later My re-introduction at work went well enough. I know it was a lot for some to deal with. People dealt with it in their own way, some were very openly supportive of me others were more stand offish. Since going on the meds my body started going through changes. First off I still had my penis but it no longer worked as it once did, well besides it being secured as it was. It never got embarrassing erections. My testicles also started getting smaller and less prominent. It was a lot less to hide away. Within weeks of being on female hormones my breasts started to bud. It was an exciting time for me. As they grew and grew I wondered how large they would become. Since I transitioned at work I started with pads to give me a solid B cup. As my breasts grew in behind I knew I wanted to be bigger than a B cup, so eventually sized up to a C cup and finally a D cup. I gave time for people to get used to the current cup size before stepping up in size. Seeing my breasts every day before getting dressed really enforced how feminine I was feeling. At the one year mark I decided to have breast augmentation. I took two weeks off of work to allow time for the surgery and time to recover. Only Jennifer knew what I was doing on my two week vacation. She had to know because she was going to drive me to and from surgery. Surgery went well. I woke a little groggy but was on my feet quickly. Also during surgery I had my trachea reduced (Adam's apple). As bits of my male self were replaced with a more feminine manner it only reinforced my feminine self. Returning to work after my two weeks off went well. Nobody said anything about my new breasts. My chest size was what it was before my vacation. The only difference was that it now was all me in there. Mistress Linda Mistress Linda has been a real friend and my rock. She really has helped me through my transition at work. She has a soothing way about her that allows me to focus my attention towards the women I'm becoming rather than worry about who might not approve. In the last year almost all of Daniel has been extinguished. She loves having fun with me showing me how far I've come. A favorite thing for her to do is play with my noodle (as she calls it). My bits below were unlinked a few months ago. Since I was now impotent it was easy to keep tucked away. She likes to bring me to orgasm by putting a finger in my tail end and then carefully rubbing my wet noodle up front. She really knows how to bring me to orgasm; even though I no longer am able to orgasm on my own. She likes that I'm dependent on other's to orgasm and that she's the first person for me to call. She's not always open to help me so sometimes I have to wait a few weeks. More recently my tiny testicles have been experiencing a bit of tenderness. As part of "informed consent" in being prescribed hormones my doctor had told me that not only will noticeable shrinkage occurred with my testicles but that in a low number of patients pain will develop. Mistress Linda said I needed to confide in Doctor that I was experiencing pain. I made an appointment and was examined. My doctor told me it's obvious that my testicles had definitely shrunk in size, and volume wise were less than half their original size. She then informed me the pain would continue to be present and the level of pain will continue to rise. Then she told me there is only one treatment for this condition. The treatment was castration and she highly recommended it to me. My head went into a bit of a spin. I always knew a day like this was coming. This now would be the first time something I was born with would no longer be with me. My doctor looking at her computer gave me a few dates that she had open when I could be castrated. Now that the initial shock of being told my testicles needed to be removed I came to realize this was a good thing. It would allow me to cast off a relic of masculinity. I took the earliest appointment in two days' time. I was told I needed to arrange someone to be with me to drive me home and care for me for 48 hours. T-Day Mistress Linda told me she would gladly be there for me. We arrived at the hospital where I was signed in. We were led to a room where I undressed and got into a gown. It was a little tight on top but I've gotten used to that. Mistress Linda sat next to me calming any fears. This would rid me of something that would allow me to feel more feminine. One step closer to my heart's desire and one step away from the maleness I was running away from. A nurse came in, checked my ID and gave me an injection to start my sedation. Within minutes I was out. My first recollection was waking up very groggy. Mistress Linda was looking down at me smiling away. Mistress Linda then said, "Honey how does my girl feel?" I replied that I was sore but ok. Moments later the doctor came in. She also asked how I felt. I replied as I did to Mistress Linda. My doctor told me that my surgery went well. I was also told no heavy lifting for the next week till I got my stitches out. She asked me if I had any questions which I did not. Mistress Linda helped me get dressed and we left. A week later I had a doctor's appoint with my doctor. She had me sit in an exam chair and spread my legs apart. She carefully removed my stitches. I could feel her examine my ball sack. She moved it one way and another then pressing it in. She then told me to discontinue my testosterone blocker, it was no longer needed. She then asked me how I felt since being castrated. I replied surprisingly calm of all things. She said that now that my body no longer can produce testosterone my t level was now zero. Prior to surgery while I was on the testosterone blocker my t level was significantly lower but not zero as it is now. She then started touching my "noodle" and my sack. She told me to describe how I felt and did I feel any sexual feelings build. Other than my doctor playing with my noodle and empty sack I felt no sexual response at all. My doctor said that was good. She then had me sit up and told me to put my panties back on. She then asked me about my shoes. She said that every time I've come I've been wearing what appear to be five inch heels. I told her that I wear nothing but five inch heel. They feel the best on my feet, I love how pretty my legs look, and love walking in them. She told me that with prolonged wearing I would start finding my feet wanting to stay in their pointed position naturally and more difficult to walk bear feet. I told her I'm already there but it's worth it to me because wearing them really makes me feel very feminine. My doctor then said that the one thing I needed to consider again was now that I was castrated my clock was ticking on the window of time I could get sex change surgery. I now had up to one year from my surgery to qualify for a sex change, if I wanted one. After a year things would be too small to use without problems. I thanked her for everything and left. I knew I was committed to living as a woman since I already had changed my legal name and gender. Since starting with my current doctor I also started seeing the psychiatrist she recommended I see. My psychiatrist specialized is gender dysphoria patients and has been great to see. Things have been going well with my psychiatrist. She had also confirmed what I already knew. She gave me the critical diagnosis of gender dysphoria. I was already past the one year mark of living full time as a woman. My situation is really easier than most with this diagnosis since I had no immediate family to come out to. In my case it was mostly my coworkers and that already was a year behind me. Sure I had my circle of friends I once hung around with but time marched on and that group was long gone. Some still worked where I did but they all seemed to accept me in one way or another. My one year mark after my diagnosis of gender dysphoria came without me really thinking of it. I was given my final ok from my psychiatrist to undergo my sex change. When I actually was handed the paperwork authorizing me to have the surgery it made me get quite emotional. In the time since I first made the change to now not only had my outer-self changed so much but my inner-self had changed as well. If I was really honest with myself I knew I would never have the ability on my own to take these steps. I had a lot to thank Mistress Linda; she really was my rock in helping me. The Flight With my surgery scheduled, Mistress Linda agreed to travel with me. We both are flying out to the city where I will be having my surgery. I can't begin to express the utter joy I am feeling right now. As I sit in my seat on the plane I think back in my life how much has changed. I love that I've been able to live this past year as I have. Such as today I'm flying wearing a cute black pencil skirt, white top, black suit jacket, and five inch high black patent leather pumps. I notice as I sit in my aisle seat, legs crossed, and dangling one of my pumps off of my big toe, a man im the aisle seat directly across from my is trying hard not to be noticed by me. I can see stealing a glance at my leg and pump and then seeing him trying to rub away his growing erection. I kind of laugh no so much at him but the irony of the moment. Several years ago I was flying home from the west coast; it was a four hour flight. I was already seated when a person came on board. That person was obviously a man but was wearing women's clothing. For the purposes of discussion I'll refer to that passenger as a she. She sat down across the aisle from me. As a matter of fact I now am sitting in the same seat she was, same aisle and seat number. Across from her I sat in the same seat the man right here right now is sitting in. At the time back then I guess I was in denial about a lot of things though my physical reaction was the same as the man across from me is having. I do remember thinking how brave she was to fly dressed that way, in her case there was no mistaking that below that pretty outfit and standing in those pumps was a man. I think though in this case now he's not thinking the same of me. I didn't know if she was alone in the plane or if someone she knew was perhaps sitting behind her, I don't know. I do recall thinking I wished I had the courage to do something like that, and now several years later here I am, though likely further along than she was. It's been an interesting year, I don't really know how I got the courage to ever come this far. It started with dressing up, really for the first time as an adult, then quickly after I felt the need to feel more feminine. I started on hormones shortly afterword's. In a short amount of time my breasts started to bud and bloom outwardly. By one year I already had decided on breast implants and shortly after that started having pain below. Quickly acting I ended up having to undergo castration. That allowed me to stop my t-blocker and eventually up my dosage of female hormones. And now today I'm flying, with Mistress Linda to a hospital to undergo my final step in being able to live the rest of my life as a woman. As we touched down, taxied to our gate and deplaned we walked to baggage claim. I noticed the man who sat across from me dart into the closest men's room, a place I no longer am welcomed. After getting our rental car we drove to the hospital to check in and get the time tomorrow morning I needed to be there. We left for our hotel, checked in and got settled. Mistress Linda suggested I try and relax for a little while; tomorrow is going to be a big day. As I lay down in the bed Mistress Linda helped relax me, she's so good with that. Before I knew it several hours had passed and it was time to for a light dinner. I had to stop eating by 7 the day before surgery and stop drinking anything by 9. Morning came soon enough. I didn't really need to get all gussied up today; we just had a short drive and get checked in. I wore a red dress and matching five inch heeled pumps. This past year I've worn nothing but high heels so for me walking in five inch heels comes pretty natural to me now. We arrived at the hospital and got checked in. I was taken to my room and told to use the bathroom one last time and change into a gown the nurse handed me. As I sat down to pee one last time it occurred to me this is the last time I will be peeing through a penis ever again. Though I haven't stood to pee in a long time doing so in the future will never be an option. I thought about how I used to masturbate often with my penis. I don't think it was ever porn star material if I remember right it likely was t least six inches when hard. I haven't been able to get hard for at least a year. My noodle was also no longer six inches long. I used to love stroking my penis; I could bring myself to the brink of getting an orgasm and just hold it there keeping myself just short of it. The longer I held back the more intense my orgasm would be. As that thought went through my mind I realized I was actually trying to get my penis hard, but I realized I only held a little soft noodle in my hand. Those days are long gone. A year of female hormones and castration has done its duty and taken away my ability to get an erection. Yes I do miss it, even now. But as I think of what I lost knowing how feminine I've become and what I am going to gain makes me feel better. Finishing up I got back in bed to wait. Mistress Lisa looks especially beautiful today I must say. She looks so very happy, really more so than I can remember. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me a shot that made me drowsy. Before I knew it they were taking me in for surgery. A New Woman I slowly woke, a bit disoriented at first. Trying to make sense of where I am. The Mistress Linda came into view. She then said "How is my special girl doing?" She had such a happy look on her face. She told me the doctor said everything went well. At first I didn't know what she was talking about. Then it came to me, I had just had a sex change surgery. I mean I really just had a sex change. I started to show signs of panic and Mistress Linda did what she always has in the past, she quickly calmed me down using her comforting voice. Shortly my surgeon came in. She told me surgery went well and she thinks I'll be very happy with my vagina. As she said my vagina I felt a massive calming go through my body. I knew my penis was now gone, forever. And even though I had been castrated earlier I knew I no longer had any vestiges of maleness lift. I now had no choice but to sit to pee for the rest of my life. How did this vagina work, actually? I mean I know I thought about it, fantasized about it but now I actually had one. Sure it was made from a portion of what used to be my penis and scrotum but it was all switched around. My erectile tissue was amputated it was gone and knew I had nothing left to get hard. My most of my scrotum was used in building my vagina but even all of that didn't make the cut. I was told that initially my feeling down below would give me mixed signals because things were all either moved around or just gone. There was no turning back, no undoing, this was it. I spent the next few days as an inpatient. They removed the packing and then had me try out my new equipment (or as some may say the lack of equipment). It took a while before I could start peeing. It then felt really strange as I went. Since the sheathing around my penis was inverted it felt like water was running over my penis, you know the one I no longer have. I made a comment as to that. My nurse said not to worry my brain would sort out the sensations within a few weeks. The nurse showed me the proper way to wipe myself. She said I didn't want to get a yeast infection. I was released but Mistress Linda and I needed to stay locally till my stitches could come out. That day came soon enough. We went in for my appointment with the surgeon who had me get on a gynecological examination chair. I was leaned back a little and my legs spread open. My surgeon and her nurse then started to remove my stitches. Mistress Linda watched from behind very contented on what she was seeing. I was told to keep up with vaginal dilation and make an appointment with my local doctor for any follow up visits. The surgeon then said to reframe from sex for a specified period of time to let everything heal up properly. Going home to reality Mistress Linda and I flew home. I flew home without a penis, and into the unknown. Life started getting back to my new normal. For several weeks, especially at work, I would look at people wondering if they could tell I now longer had a penis. The only thing work anyone knew was I took a two week vacation and nothing else. I certainly didn't tell everyone. Honestly I think that at least by the time I had breast implants most people that knew me figured the bottom surgery had already occurred. Most people who aren't gender dysphoric or know someone who is really aren't educated in all the steps taken. I think too since my bottom surgery the level of feeling feminine has increased by quite a bit. I rarely have flash backs to when I had a functioning penis. I think I'm pretty much beyond that. As for sex I just reached enough time since my bottom surgery where my doctor gave me the ok to try. Mistress Linda, while dominant, has never been a dominatrix towards me. Sure she's assertive towards me and I usually acquiesce to her "suggestions" but I've started to feel a distancing starting to occur. As our relationship started to change I've felt the need to find a person I could find comfort with. Back as a man I never felt sexual attraction towards a man. Now after all of this I still find no sexual attraction towards men. My psychiatrist has told me my gender and sexual preferences are two separate things. Just because I now am a woman it doesn't mean I now prefer men. I've concluded I still like women, but now being a woman myself any relationship with another woman would be under different circumstances. A few months after I had my bottom surgery my boss Jennifer left the company for a new opportunity. She still lived in the greater Chicago area. We stayed in touch and periodically met for dinner. Jennifer is 7 years older than I am but our age never was any issue. Both she and I had never married anyone. Jennifer was born a woman; of course my road to being a lady took a different path. We became very close. I confessed to her more of the details of the steps along the way I had to take. Yes she knows about all of my surgeries I've had. One night out we both had too much and rather risk driving I suggested we take an Uber to my place for the night. Besides I had two bedrooms. I offered her some night wear to wear. I too got changed. We then sat up for a little while still talking away. She brought up the subject of my surgeries again. One thing led to another and I just came out and asked if she was interested in seeing anything. Jennifer replied only if I felt right in doing so. I started with removing my top. I said how I developed up to a B-cup on hormones and as I did I padded them out to a D-cup. I then had implants but hormones still weren't done and filled out to a DD cup. She asked about my nipples, also seeing they were pierced. I told her they react now as any women's would react and they were quite sensitive. She asked if she could feel them. I told her I had little experience in someone else touching them but it was okay. As she touched them the sensation was way beyond anything I could induce on my own. Touch is always different when you do it and someone else does it. I then asked if she was interested in my bottom side. She was. I stood up with my back to her and lowered my panties. I showed her how my fat distribution was now the same as any woman's. I then leaned forward touching my knees. I heard her gasp a little as she saw my pussy lips from behind. I told her a common myth is that far redistributes itself when a genetic male starts taking female hormones. I told her that's not really the case but outwardly to others that's what it appears like. What happens is with the drop in testosterone and increase in estrogen my body lost fat from the male areas but gained anything new in my hips and butt. Then I turned around showing her my new vagina. All heeled up with zero miles on the odometer. Jennifer then took her clothes off to compare her vagina to mine. As we both examined each other Jennifer said she couldn't tell at all I once had been male. She was fascinated how I looked down below. She then stood up and gave me a huge hug and a peck on my cheek. She then caressed my shoulders and asked have I thought of taking my vagina for a test drive ever. I reminded her that gender and sexual preference are really two separate things. And while I may have changed genders I still am only attracted to women. She asked me if I had tried anything yet with a woman, I replied I had not. Then she told me that she also prefers women. I was kind of shocked because at company events I'd seen her with a man. Jennifer told me it was an old high school friend who's gay and we both helped each other, when needed, such as at a social event. He had his boyfriend. Jennifer said that while she's had a few girlfriends she's never had a serious relationship with anyone so far. I told her I never would have guessed that. She replied then they've pulled it off well. Jennifer then asked me in a serious tone "Tina I know we've known each other for several years, first professionally then now more so socially, but would I ever consider dating someone like her?" I told Jennifer I've always found her stunningly beautiful and a strong lady I've looked up to. She brought me great strength at the beginning of my transitioning and now I found her a great friend as well. And then it happened. Jennifer started giving me a simple kiss on my mouth. I returned it as well. We kissed again this time embracing each other pulling each other closer. Our tongues started to explore each other's mouth. We started to embrace each other even more. The passion built. We both came down on the couch, Jennifer on top of me. I felt myself getting hot; I haven't had that feeling in a long time. And then it hit me, I no longer had a penis, what do we do now. Jennifer noticed me pause and figured I didn't know what to do. She said that she'll pleasure me first then I can return the favor. Jennifer lowered herself and spread my legs, then moving her head lower to my vagina. She started to lick my vagina; it was mind exploding what I was feeling. Her tongue started inside of me and before I knew it I was having an orgasm like never before. And the more she kept up the longer it continued. She slowed to give me a rest then started right back up. My orgasms were not like a guy's instead they came on, were very intense, kept building, and were multiple orgasms. Jennifer let me rest a bit before it was my turn to please her. And from what I just learned I set her off just as much if not more than my experience. Once I was done returning the favor Jennifer and I made our way to my bed. We didn't want to end up asleep on the couch or floor together. Thinking at first we were done round 2 began. The Next Morning We woke up late, it was a Saturday morning. We both lay in bed together just enjoying being with each other. As much as I liked Jennifer before I saw her in a whole different light I saw her more in a sexual manner now. I think she may have felt the same thing. But while we both sensed something had changed neither of us still had not yet come to full terms with it. We got out of bed and had breakfast together. We had a long talk. I admitted to Jennifer I really liked her a lot, and more than our relationship prior to last night. She replied the same. Jennifer asked how I liked sex as a woman. I told her something that really shocked her. As a man I never had sex with anyone, ever. Other than masturbation I had never ever had sex before with anyone. She stood there shocked. I told her nobody knew that but her. Jennifer smiled, as only she can, and gave me one hell of a kiss. Then she said wait till I introduce you to a dildo and a vibrator! Jennifer said she needed to go home to get a few things done and asked if I wanted to have dinner over at her place. I told her I'd like that and asked if there was anything I could bring. She replied some wine. We ended up sharing another Uber to pick up our cars. Both had parking tickets but a parking ticket was much better than a DUI. Jennifer and I parted and I was on cloud nine. I had several hours before I was to go over to Jennifer's house. I needed to buy some wine and perhaps buy a new outfit, something special. I also decided to call Mistress Linda. I told her about Jennifer. Then Mistress Linda said that our time together was coming to an end. I didn't know why she was saying that. She then told me she likes to find "men" who are confused and help them along a different path. I told her I didn't understand what she was talking about. She then asked me to sit down, which I did and then said it all will become apparent in a moment. She asked me about how we met. My recollection to that moment was a little fuzzy, actually a lot fuzzy. She then said she had prepared me for this very moment to make sure I could handle the truth and still have a rewarding life. Then she uttered a series of what seemed like unconnected words till the last one was uttered. And at that moment the vail of secrecy was lifted. Everything now made total sense to me. I now remembered answering an online ad that Mistress Linda placed. From the moment I answered her ad she was determined to to hypnotize me. During our first time talked through our computers she had hypnotized me. She found it easy to put me deeply under. From that moment she built false memories that felt very real to me. They were all very vivid. From those memories she guided me down the path my life took. From my old perspective as Dan I recall having my earliest memories of crossdressing inserted into my memory, of my first time dressing up. It never happened. Next I remember shopping for clothes and meeting Mistress Linda for the first time in person, even though I still didn't realize who she was. Every time we met she put me under to re-enforce a growing desire to be feminine. It's a feeling I still is present even though the real truth has being revealed. I can recall my first doctor's visit and starting female hormones. I can still feel that first injection going in, feeling it spread inside of my body. I recall a desire to have my own breasts and even once my breasts had only grown so far I felt a growing desire to have larger breasts. I then realized that the pain I felt in my groin area wasn't real it was a suggestion. If I was honest with myself being castrated for some reason now to bother me. Mistress Linda told me the only thing that first implanted memory do for me was to allow myself to be honest with my deep inner feelings. She didn't hypnotize me to buy women's clothing she lowered the wall I had built up to block me from acting on it. I found myself agreeing. As for my first doctor's appointment where I got started on female hormones that came out of her exploring my inner desires and allowing me to decide on an honest decision. I then recalled it was me who looked up the doctor online and made the appointment myself. It was my words, deeply honest words I spoke with my new doctor about wanting to go on female hormones. Even now thinking of that visit brings me such joy. As my breasts started to bud and grow I now honestly remember at a deeper level my true feelings and it was pride that I somehow was able to just do it. Mistress Linda never forced me to do anything. What she did was allowed me to honestly reason it out inside of me. Mistress Linda admitted to one thing I didn't decide on my own. That decision was what my feminine name would be. She said when we each are born someone names us. Transitioning to being a woman usually entails a name change. So she took on that responsibility to name me. Getting breast implants was also my decision alone. I decided it to begin with, made the call, decided on size, and asked Mistress Linda to be with me. My time with my psychiatrist too was all me. Sure I discussed the implanted memory as my own but all Mistress Linda did was move a repressed fantasy into my consciousness. She didn't make it up she allowed a reoccurring dream (if you will) into what it was a true desire. And lastly my sex change. Mistress Linda explained that too was my decision. As she got to know me more she could see I was unhappy as a man. And I always felt I was trying to pass as a man, than trying to pass as a woman while transitioning. She asked me to just think about how I felt this past year I finally admitted that I grew up confused about myself. At first I couldn't pin point anything but as I got older I often had dreams of being a girl instead of a boy. That was always there, even into adulthood. I then realized while I may have dated women I never let us get close. I felt that I was living a lie. If I had no choice but to feel this way I didn't want to bring this on anyone else. As much as I did like the few girls I dated I never allowed us to get close for that reason. I knew each of them would find the right person in life, I wasn't that person. I knew it to my core. And now, in a sense waking up in the body of a woman, a vagina and breasts, I found that I was truly happier this way. Without meeting Mistress Linda I never would have found the courage to take this path in life. And now finding Jennifer has been the best relationship I've ever had, even though it's truly justly begun. I started crying; Mistress Linda came to my side and gave me a hug. She said, "There is nothing to be sad about." I replied they are tears of joy. I'm now living the life I was meant to. She hugged me and said she was so glad for me. Then Mistress Linda leaned to my ear and spoke a few words. My crying stopped, and I stared forward. Mistress Linda told me her time with me has ended. I would remember her as a friend at my time of need. And as friends often do we just slowly drifted out of each other's life. I was free now from my past and eager to live my future. As she stood up she then told me to forget about how we met through the ad. And then said when she closes the door as she leaves I'll come out of it and go on with my life. Mistress Linda left my house and closed the door behind her. I must have zoned out there for a moment, I have to get a move on it. ********** In conclusion An ad just appeared on an online site as follows: I am a professionally trained hypnotist who specializes in building the self-confidence of those seeking to express their feminine side. 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