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Domestic Dilemma Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Cheryl and I were happier than ever before, and simply enjoyed the company of the other without any thought that our lives could get any better, or worse for that matter. We had been married about a year when we inherited a lot of money, enough so that neither of us would ever have to work again as a matter of fact, and that led us to try things we had never experienced before. When I casually mentioned that when I was in high school I had gotten all dressed up in my sisters clothes and gone out, she wanted every little detail, so I told her how Janet and I had gone out, as a pair of girls, shopping and to the show, adding with a grin that some guys had tried to pick us up and failed, then later, how Janet and I laughed about it. It was a real kick to have those guys think I was really a girl, and Janet and I went out like that a few more times, but I never let her get me stuck with a guy, and we soon dropped our escapades with me in dresses. Cheryl didn't say much about what I had told her, but about three days later she asked me if I would do it again, get dressed up I mean, and looking at her face and seeing that "I want you to do this look" of hers, I agreed, but reluctantly. That set her off, and I quickly found myself being measured, with Cheryl telling me that she would pick up what I needed, since she didn't think anything she owned would fit me. Cheryl is 5'2," tall, about 110 pounds with long blond hair, green eyes, and a knock out figure. I'm 5'7", weigh about 140 with brown hair cut just at my collar and brown eyes. As she went shopping, I pulled out the only pictures I had of myself as a girl, wondering how I would look now that I was older. It took both of us four hours to get me ready and then dressed, but when I looked in the mirror I saw an older version of the younger girl I had become at one time. My bust was a nice 36C, my waist, courtesy of the waist nipper a svelte 26, and my hips a rounded 35, was all accented by the shirtwaist dress I had on, a red dress with white polka dots, and on my feet low white heels. My hair had been brushed out in a sort of feminine way, and the makeup had changed how I looked almost completely. It was like looking at my sister or maybe a cousin! I went with Cheryl to the patio where we had a beer, letting the sun warm us up. As I sat there I realized that I really didn't mind being dressed as a woman, and better, actually didn't think that I looked that bad. Cheryl on the other hand, was all giggles and smiles at first, then she got that serious tone in her voice, telling me that we could have "just gobs of fun as two girls", urging me to not only stay dressed that whole day, but she also wanted me to let her fix me up the next day so we could go out and get me a better wardrobe! I wasn't so sure that I wanted to leave the house, but after Cheryl stood me in front of the mirror, I had to admit that I looked good enough to "try it" and gave in, but reluctantly, telling her that if she made any remarks about me not being a woman, I would leave her there all alone. I made it very clear that I wasn't going to be humiliated in public. That's what led to my getting dressed again the next morning, and as Cheryl and I left the house I became more than just a little self conscious about how I looked, but with the typical wave of her hand, Cheryl assured me I looked just fine, and soon found myself in a lingerie store as Cheryl happily began to pile things in my arms. From there we went to a dress shop, then shoes, jewelry, and so on until I was exhausted and with tired, aching feet, demanded that we go home. That night I tried on all of the stuff we bought, surprised at just how much better I looked when I had clothes that actually fit me, and began to think that maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I wore the pleated white skirt with the red blouse to dinner, joining Cheryl on the patio to enjoy the setting sun. "You look very nice Karen," Cheryl said using my new girl name. "Just having clothes that fit makes all the difference!" "But those shoes of yours killed my feet!" I said a little angrily. "They were tight!" "Those were my oldest shoes, and we figured they would be tight! How do the new ones you have on feel?" "Okay I guess, not as bad as the others, that's for sure!" "Would you," Cheryl asked me, "like to go out again tomorrow? There is one of those outdoor art shows we can go to. It wouldn't be like we were in a bar or anything, you could relax and just look around like everyone else." I thought about it for a while, then agreed, as long as we only went to the art fair, so the next morning I once again got dressed, wearing a short tan skirt with a white pullover top and my white gym shoes. Cheryl wore about the same thing, and after helping me with my hair and makeup, we left. The place was crowded, but not one person even bothered to look at me, concentrating on what they wanted to buy instead. We had lunch, walked all over the place, and even bought a few things. On the way home we stopped for an early dinner, then went home. After the first few moments of sheer terror passed, and seeing that nobody cared about how I looked, I had a day long adventure that was not only pleasing but fun! Cheryl and I were laying in bed that night just talking, when she asked me if I would consider becoming Karen for the entire summer! Before I could say a word, she stopped me, explaining herself by mentioning our total lack of things to do, and suggested that if I were to start dressing as a woman every day, then we could join one of those groups where women help out in the community. She told me that we would always be together, and given the way I looked, there was no reason I shouldn't at least consider it. Shocked, I lay there without responding, then she began to nibble on my ear and I quit wondering about dressing as a woman since my mind wandered to other things, like Cheryl. The next morning she casually mentioned that it would not take much for me to become a woman, saying I could lose a little beard, diet some, wear the right clothes, and act the part. According to her it would be easy. I wasn't quite a sure about that as she was, but did agree to look into it, which is when she handed me a packet of information. As I looked it over I saw that she had included laser beard removal, liposuction and breast enhancement services as well as hair and nail salon ads. Looking at Cheryl, she began by telling me that by not having a beard was no big deal, and would make it easier for me, and I wouldn't have to wear as much makeup, so I said that was probably okay since it would eliminate the need to shave at all. Then she went on to detail every item she had put out for me to look at, with a logical, reasonably sane excuse for me to do it. Like breast implants! When I got to that I said no way, then she flipped a few pages and showed me pictures of various women participating in clubs, and in every photo I could see breasts, especially the ones taken at the beach. I was still against it, but to calm Cheryl, I said that I would think about it. After we were dressed, she took me for my first laser treatment. It didn't hurt very much, and almost half of my beard was removed in just a few hours! Cheryl and I went home and lounged for the rest of the day, although she did mention that as long as I could get by without boobs, she thought it would be okay. That put me at ease, and over the next few weeks my beard was completely removed. Even though I was terribly concerned about it, I agreed to some minor body sculpturing, which is when a doctor took the fat from around my waist, and distributed it around my hips and bottom. I didn't really struggle with having my waist made smaller, but having it put around my hips and butt gave me pause, and it was only because I was already beginning to like being dressed as a woman that I went along with it. The first time I tried to put on my own jeans I was shocked at how they fit, loose in the waist and tight around the bottom, but all I got from Cheryl was a sad smile as she handed me a pair of sweats, telling me that I knew what so many women contend with. Later, and again with her help I put on some makeup, did my hair, then added a padded bra before she and I went shopping to get me some clothes that fit better. Why? I asked myself, did I let her talk me into this? But, every time I looked in the mirror I knew why. I liked what I saw. Seeing myself as a woman and liking what I saw was something that simply happened, not like before when Janet and I did it. When Janet helped me get dressed as a female it was on a lark. This was entirely different, and I knew it. Cheryl and I picked out plenty of panties in my new size, plus jeans, slacks, and shorts. On the way home I finally admitted to myself that I was going to do it, have the implants I mean, but kept the news to myself at the time. Seeing myself as a woman was new and exciting, and not having to pad my hips convenient, but once I agreed to it and it was done, there was no going back. I would forever have a round, full bottom with swelling hips, no matter what I wore, but wearing a skirt, while still an option, was now routine. Cheryl and I still slept together and enjoyed each other, but with a new edge. Something about my bigger butt turned her on, which led to sessions that left us both exhausted. I can say that I didn't mind that at all! Then Cheryl began to let me do my own makeup, showing me all the tricks she used, and after a few days of that, I felt that I was competent enough, which is when she suggested that we go to her salon so I could get my hair styled and my nails done. While she only suggested it, I could see for myself in the mirror that if I were to continue dressing as a woman, having my hair done was going to be essential. I didn't say anything for almost three days as I thought about it, but I had not worn any of my male clothes for three weeks, wearing skirts or a dress everyday instead. My butt felt better if I didn't wrap it in tight denim, and according to the doctor, I would have to wait at least another week before I healed completely. In the meantime, I kept seeing myself more as a woman than a man, and finally told Cheryl to make the appointment. As I said it I knew that I was taking a huge step, then I looked in the mirror to see what I had become. I liked being able to dress as a woman, the thrill of it, the way I looked, plus all of the attention I was getting from my wife told me it was the right thing to do, but I knew there was one other thing I would need if I were to continue as a woman, only the finality of it held me back. My appointment at the salon was on Thursday morning. Cheryl merely dropped me off, telling me that she would rather I select what I liked and not have any input, telling me that a woman's hairstyle was a personal thing. Marie, the stylist, took a lot of time helping me decide what to do, using books so that I could see the results. It took almost three hours for her to do my hair, but while I was under the dryer I had my nails done by a different girl. Watching her add that paste, then form the nails, file them down and finally paint each nail was like watching ten nails being pounded into the box that held what was once my male self, yet I was smiling and happy as I told her how long to make my nails and selected the color I wanted. I no longer cared about being a male, only making myself and Cheryl happy. My hair, normally a soft brown with some natural curl to it was left the same color, although Marie added some auburn highlights, then accented the curls, adding a few more, which, when she was done left me with a pageboy that framed my face and had curls all around the back with a wisp of bangs over my forehead. It completely changed the way I looked, and I am the very first person to say that I loved it. Marie took my credit card, paid the bill, then I stepped outside to wait for Cheryl to come pick me up. As I stood there I was well aware that men were looking at me in a casual sort of way, and while I was only interested in Cheryl their looks gave me a thrill because I knew that I had passed the test so many guys use when they look at girls. Cheryl drove up a few minutes later, all smiles when she saw me, complimenting me on my choice of color and style. We went to lunch, then while we were sitting there looking out at the people walking by... "You," I said to Cheryl, "told me that having my own breasts would make it easier for me to wear certain styles of clothes, but I don't see a lot of women with their cleavage on display. Is it that important?" "Karen," Cheryl said to me with a sigh. "What I told you was that if we become involved in some of the charity events going on around town, then you might find it easier if you had your own breasts. Women usually wear very fancy gowns to those affairs, and at our age, wearing a gown that shows some cleavage is expected. If I remember right, I also told you that you can get away without them." Cheryl was no help at all! I guess I was looking for her to tell me that I should do it, which would take some of the onus away from me, but she left me sitting there to make that decision on my own. "Why did you ask me that Karen? Are you thinking about it?" "Look at me!" I said a little loudly. "Take a good look! My hair, my nails, my...bottom, then tell me that I shouldn't think about it!" "You look very nice honey," Cheryl told me, "but what is it that your really scared of?" Drawing in a deep breath... "Will you still be able to love me? I mean, other than...I would be a woman all over except for...you know what I mean!" "Yes dear, I know what you mean," Cheryl said as her hand folded over mine, "and yes, I'll still love you. It's just that our love will be different! You know how turned on I get when I see you naked, just imagine how it will be if you have breasts! You'll be able to feel everything I do, feel the same way, and still be able to...act!" Well, I told her that in the interest of being able to wear anything, I wanted to get breast implants. After we finished lunch we went to the best surgeon we could find, and after talking to him, my surgery was scheduled for just two days later. Once again, Cheryl said nothing, letting me pick my breast size, with advice from the doctor of course, only asking a few medical questions. It was a nervous two days before I went back, and after a six hour operation I awoke to find that my chest was wrapped tightly in bandages. After a week in bandages they were removed, and for the first time I was able to see the results. The doctor had assured me that I would not be able to see the scars when they healed, but the stitches I had expected were not there! He had used that medical adhesive instead. My breasts looked completely normal if a little tight, but normal none the less. I was able to wear a sports bra until I was completely healed, which was another three weeks. The day I was told that I was completely healed, Cheryl and I went home, and for the first time I knew what it was like to have someone suckle at my breast, which gave me chills. Her lips, tongue, and teeth nibbled, licked, and caressed my nipples, which drove me crazy, and as her hands roamed all over me, I let her take charge until at last she settled so that I impaled her. Cheryl and I did not leave the bedroom that day, and I knew that whatever it was that turned her on, I didn't care! The next day we went out and I bought new bras since I was a full C cup. I bought bras that were plain as well as push up in several colors, plus a few tops and dresses that revealed all of my new charms. About the only thing that I had to get used to was not being able to sleep on my stomach very well. Cheryl seemed like a tiger when we were alone, and our lovemaking became very intense as she helped me explore every facet of my new parts, which told me I had done the right thing. Where we live the charity season as it's called was about to start, so Cheryl and I selected several that we liked, then joined the group. About two weeks later they had the first fund raiser, which was a dinner and dance. I wore a white sequined sheath dress that was backless and had a plunging front, while Cheryl wore an indecently red dress that was so daring that I thought she might fall out of it! We went in together but were soon separated by the throngs of people, so I meandered to the bar to get a drink, which is when I met Tom. He was very polite, and I was as ladylike as I could be. As we talked I kept an eye out for Cheryl, but didn't see her. Tom was taller than me by about two inches and I had 3," heels on, with dark brown hair and was wearing an obviously well tailored tuxedo. I told him my name, but couldn't tell him that I was married to Cheryl, so I told him I was married and left it at that. "Where's you wedding ring?" Tom asked me. "Did you break up?" "Well, sort of," I told him, "I just forgot to wear it, that's all." "You're the first woman," he said with a grin, "I ever met that forgot to wear her wedding rings. Maybe you're ashamed to say that your marriage didn't work out?" Cheryl walked up right then and saved me from trying to figure out what to say, at least that's what I thought, but no, she killed that idea right away when she told me that an old friend of hers was there and wanted to stop by the house. I introduced her to Tom of course, which is when she asked him if he wanted to come over as well! Of course, he said yes, then offered to drive me home. Cheryl, with a wave of her hand told me to go ahead, she would be along soon! Tom took me by the elbow and steered me outside, then to his car. He was a good driver, and even though I am a terrible passenger, I was able to relax enough to wonder just what the hell I was going to do with him once I was at home. I solved the problem once we were in the house by excusing myself and changing clothes, putting on a pair of shorts and a blouse and sandals, taking enough time for Cheryl and her friend to arrive. In my mind it was 50-50 whether it was a guy or not. It turned out to be a girl. Cheryl and her friend went to change, with Kelly borrowing a pair of shorts and a top. When they returned Tom seemed to be in a heavenly state, but then again he was surrounded by three attractive women. We all adjourned to the patio where we had a few more drinks. When Cheryl mentioned that we shared the house, I saw him look at my ring finger again, certain that he figured I was single, and Cheryl, while staying very carefully away from the fact that we were married, and did not force Tom on me, was still able to give the impression that I might be available. Kelly, like Tom, didn't know that I wasn't a woman, and both Cheryl and I were careful to keep it that way. The last thing we needed was a scandal, so we avoided it by pretending that I was what I appeared to be. Tom left a bit later, offering to drop Kelly at home. By the time they had left I was an emotional wreck, but Cheryl was positively jumping for joy! "You did it!" she yelled at me. "Nobody, not even Kelly knew that you were my husband!" "Yeah," I said ruefully, "but Tom thinks that I'm a single woman! I wasn't wearing any wedding rings, so he assumed that I was single!" "He was very polite Karen," Cheryl said quickly, "and he is very handsome. You two make a cute couple." "But we're married!" "Of course we are," Cheryl said with a growing smile, "but nobody can know that can they? Two women? Married to each other? Not hardly!" Cheryl came and sat next to me. "Honey, when we're alone, we can be married, but outside of the house it has to seem like we're two single women!" "Yeah, I know that," I said, "it's just that..." "Tom is attracted to you," she told me, "and in a way, you're attracted to him, which is confusing, isn't it?" "He took Kelly home, so maybe the two of them will..." "Unlikely Karen, Kelly is engaged, so I'll bet that Tom is probably going to call you within a few days and ask you out, possibly to dinner. "A date? Me?" I said incredulously. "But I can't! We're..." "Two single girls when it comes to everyone outside the house, remember?" That night Cheryl once again reminded me about the delights we shared in bed, but Tom called not two days later, but the next morning! With Cheryl watching and listening, I agreed to a luncheon date that afternoon. I wore a long flowing skirt with a loose top and sandals when Tom picked me up. With a wave of her hand, Cheryl closed the door, leaving me on my own with Tom. He took me to lunch at a place on the wharf, polite as I expected, and to my very great surprise, he had me laughing at his jokes, taking my hand in his while he told them to me. The we went for a drive by the water, ending up at his country club, where we had another drink before he took me home. I knew it was coming, so I relaxed and let it happen when his lips touched mine, then I went in with a wave and a smile, only to collapse on the couch. Cheryl walked in with several shopping bags in her hand, smiling widely as she continued into the bedroom. Following her, I saw what she bought when they spilled out on the bed in a splash of bright colors. Red and black, yellow and blue, green and white all tangled in a mass until she held them up so I could see them. There were four swimsuits, two were full suits, but two were bikini's! Cheryl handed me the green and white bikini, telling me to try it on, so I quickly stripped and pulled on the bottoms, making sure that I was well hidden. The top fit more than fine, leaving me wondering why a girl would bother. I mean, my breasts were barely covered! I was a bit lumpy in the bikini bottoms, but we both knew that I had a way to hide it, so that did not matter. Cheryl wore the red and white one, and as we stood side by side looking in the mirror, we could both see that there wasn't much difference between us. I chanced a glance at Cheryl and saw a tear in her right eye. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "It's...you look so...you make me feel like a..." "What are you trying to say Cheryl?" "You look so damned good as a woman, and you can turn me on like a light bulb, but I didn't realize when we started this just how sexy you would look! Especially now that you have that figure!" "What else?" I asked, afraid of the answer I might get. "You have Tom after you, and it won't be long before you two are...before you give in..." "You know I'm not like that Cheryl!" "Maybe not then," she said sadly, "but just look at yourself in the mirror and tell me that Tom won't try to get into your panties!" "He won't!" I said forcefully, "I won't let him!" "Men," she said with a weak smile, "have a way of making us do things we know we shouldn't do Karen." "But I'm not that stupid Cheryl! He would find something he shouldn't, then what? Get my ass beat?" "I met someone Karen," she said quickly, "he's a VP, and he's asked me out for tonight." She paused, then, "we both need a man to escort us to those affairs Karen, and since you have Tom..." She broke down crying so I took her into my arms and held her as she quivered in jolts of sobbing. I knew what she meant when she told me I had Tom. As much as she liked me as a woman, and still loved me, she felt a growing need to have a manly man hold her, touch her, and caress her. I looked in the mirror and didn't see any trace of the man I once was, and understood Cheryl more then her words could ever say. We would stay together, but each of us would have a man. As she stopped sobbing, I wiped her eyes with my finger, took her hand in mine, and walked out on the patio, stopping only to get some soft drinks. Unsaid was the notion that another man might just have the pleasure of her company; and while that did not thrill me, I understood it much better than I imagined, because I was essentially a woman by then. I looked, smelled, acted, and probably tasted like one. I had the figure, and the face, plus, I had a guy that wanted me. Her guy called her that night, and while she was talking to him, I went to our bedroom to shave my groin. If she had a guy to make her happy, then I had to make sure that I wasn't lumpy anywhere I shouldn't be. After about an hour I no longer looked like a man anywhere. I slipped on a nightgown and went to bed in the spare room. As I lay there in bed I wondered how we could both love each other, as I knew we did, yet need someone else to make us happy! Tom managed to make a chill run down my back when he kissed me, but I had put that down as an exciting new event rather than being drawn to him. Some time later Cheryl slipped into my bed, ran her hand over my hip, then up so she was holding my breast in her hand. Massaging the nipple, she woke me up, so I turned to kiss her while my hand found her pleasure point. Her hand, like mine, drifted south, only she did not find what she thought. Hearing her gasp, I rolled her on her back, spread her legs, and brought her to fulfillment, which is when she did the same to me. We lay side by side that night, but in the morning, I moved my clothes into the spare room. Unseen by either of us was my acceptance of my femininity creeping up to envelop me so completely. Cheryl and I shared our love, that wasn't in doubt, yet I had come to like being a woman in almost every way, and as a woman, Cheryl was right. Outside of the house, we had to become two single women. That scared me at first, knowing that I would have to act and interact with men in ways that were alien to everything I knew about myself. I could appreciate a handsome man, but beyond that I would be lost. Only my own experiences as a man would be available to guide me, which were not enough. Cheryl, a woman in every way had all of the advantages since she had a lifetime of experiences to draw on, and if it came to it, she could be with a man, as a woman, and not hold any fear. As I once again looked in the mirror and saw my naked body, I realized that after having managed to create what looked like a woman's groin with a bit of adhesive and luck, that there was no difference between Cheryl and I. My hands cupped my breasts, the most visible sign that I was a woman, the focal point for so many men, and were certainly the major definition of my new self. I stood there for a long time, just staring at myself before I slipped on some panties, shorts and a top. The inner conflicts tearing at me caused me to wonder why I had agreed to all of the changes. Then it hit me. I had personally asked to have all of them done! Cheryl had merely suggested things and left it for me to make the decisions, which I had eagerly done. In my quest to satisfy our joint thrills, I had turned myself into a woman! It was when I was making coffee that I realized that by becoming a woman I had sated some part of me that I had not known about or understood. Janet had helped me discover the fun of being a girl when we were younger, but I myself had plotted the course that led to my being a woman. Cheryl, while professing her love for me, and even though she still loved me, had felt the need to find a "real man", which I no longer was. Tom's image drifted into my minds eye, smiling, tall and handsome, and I wondered why he was able to cause me to act and react as a woman around him. Until I met him, I had never once considered any man as anything but a friend, but he had exploited my feminine weaknesses, and I had come to like him a lot. And that's the dilemma Cheryl and I were in. Call it a domestic dilemma. Our love for each other, her need for a man, and my inability to be anything but just another girlfriend for her. Then there were my feelings for her, a very strong love of course, a willingness to try anything to make her happy. Sadly, when I glanced in the mirror, I had the premonition that our lives were about to change forever. That's when I knew that I could no longer pretend that this was just a game, but a seismic change in how I was going to live my life. Oh, I could have had the implants taken out and my hips and bottom made smaller, but I had no ambition to go through that pain again, and frankly, I liked the way I looked. I liked being a woman, not for the personal contact with another, but because of the way it made me feel inside. Once I came to that conclusion it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and with a new outlook on myself and my status, I felt myself becoming the woman I looked like I was. The emotional trauma over, I had some coffee, went to my room and put on a bra before I left the house on an errand that would put an end to the charade of a life I was living. The doctor gave me what I wanted as well as the name of a person to see, someone that could help me while I waited. It took several hours, but when I left the shop there was no doubt in my mind that Tom, or any other man would never find out that I was actually a man. The device was made so that intercourse would be possible, and better, was not detectable, and I would only need it for a short time while I waited for the drugs to take over my body and complete the superficial changes I had already made. By the time I got home my confidence level was up as high as it ever had been, yet I knew that I would have to tell Cheryl what I was doing, risking not only our love, but almost everything else as well. She was not home, so I changed into a bikini, made a drink and lay out on the lounge chair by the pool, waiting. I heard them come in, Cheryl's familiar laugh, then a deeper voice, a giggle followed by footsteps as they went to her bedroom. Our dilemma was getting bigger, yet I felt no remorse. Cheryl's needs were being met by someone else, a thought that would have once sent me into a rage was merely a notion that at least one of us felt complete. The rapid decline in our relationship wasn't the fault of either of us, it was the result of our united exploration of my feminine side, with me the main culprit. I lay back sipping my drink, content knowing that I no longer had to compete for her attentions without having the requisite working male parts. Some time later they discovered me by the pool, and while Cheryl was a bit red faced, her friend was all smiles. I said very little as I stood up, the cleft of my device, traced by the clinging material, denied my manhood, and made Cheryl's eyes widen when she looked at me. After he left... "Care to tell me," Cheryl asked, "how you managed to look like..." "No dear," I said with a smirk, "I'm not going to tell you. As far as we are concerned, as a couple that is, I am just another woman, but one that lives here with you." I sat up, looking her in the eye, then took her hand. "Cheryl," I said calmly, "you just slept with that guy while I was down here sunning myself. Now, take a good look at me and tell me that I excite you the way I once did, and make me believe it." She said nothing, but slumped a bit. "Honey," I said, "you and I, we started this together, but we both know that I have to finish it alone. I have to become a complete woman; there isn't any other way, is there?" Saying nothing, she slumped even further in her chair. "I went to see a doctor today Cheryl. I have started in a program to complete what we started. I'll be a woman before Christmas." Her eyes went wide as I sauntered into the shade, turning to face her. "Cheryl, we both know that I am right, don't we?" She started crying, but I remained where I was. I had shed my own tears, alone while she was with her friend, and now it was her turn. I was the one that had inherited the money, the house had been the one I grew up in, so she knew that I was in control of the situation. Waiting until she was once again calm, I made an offer, a very generous offer, which she agreed to. My lawyers drew up the documents the next day, and within two more days she signed them and was out of my house. Our dilemma had escalated into a catastrophe, one we had not foreseen or planned on, yet in our attempts to change our mundane lives we had inadvertently lost touch with the other. As she left the house for the last time, I hugged her tightly even as her friend waited with a truck. The house felt empty yet strangely, I felt liberated. Since I had a small wardrobe, I found solace at the mall as I ballooned my scant wardrobe into one that would be the envy of most women. Then I turned my attention to another portion of my life that needed to be resolved. Tom. When he called I invited him over, answering the door in that skimpy bikini, sending a clear message that any male would understand. Since I was virtually a female anyway, I did not consider what I was about to do as anything but what a man and a woman would do. When his hands touched my shoulders I stood perfectly still, even when I felt the string holding my top fluttered loose and my bra fell to the floor. His lips, touch, scent and strength combined to make me feel weak in the knees, and as he took charge, I let him lead me to the bedroom. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it away even as his pants hit the floor and I could see his excitement standing tall and proud. Later, as we lay there drenched in sweat I let my fingers tweak his chest, all while a new understanding of what a man brings to a woman became clearer. His gentle breaths signaled that he was almost asleep, but rather than be disappointed, I felt relived. I had managed to satisfy him as only a woman can satisfy a man, robbing him of his strength, leaving him contently calm. I washed up, got dressed in a robe, leaving him there as I went to the kitchen to gloat all alone. The dilemma that had arisen because of our ignorance had passed, with Cheryl and I both veering off into our new lives, hers as a new wife, mine as a new woman. As I thought about it, the phone rang. It was Janet. She had just returned from her trip abroad, and wanted to know what was happening in my life. Sitting down, I began to tell her just as Tom walked into the room and started nibbling on my ear. Janet said that she would catch the first flight home, to "save me," she said. I told her to take her time.