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My name is Amanda, or Mandy to my friends, and I'm a post-operative
transwoman. And when I say post-operative, I mean post-operative. I've
had it all done in the pursuit of femininity - liposuction, stomach
staple, breast augmentation, extensive facial feminisation (twice),
voice feminisation and full gender reassignment. Emotionally, I feel
ten times richer than before my transition although, after spending tens
of thousands on my transition, my bank manager would probably beg to
differ!
You should never ask a lady her age but let's just say that I'm not
exactly in the prime of life any more. That's not to say that I'm old;
in fact many have commented that, thanks to the hormones and a lot of
help from the surgeons, I look at least ten years younger than I really
am and am looking forward to spending the rest of my life as a slim,
attractive woman rather than a haggard and overweight guy. And that
suits me fine! Also, thanks to those same surgeons, I no longer have to
contend with those awkward "is she or isn't she" pauses that used to
make me dread meeting people for the first time.
Before my transition, I was an accountant in a large company. Nowadays,
though, I prefer the flexibility of contract work. It pays well and I
can take time off whenever I want but it does mean that I never really
get to know anyone where I work. It's just a case of "another week,
another placement."
I like to keep a diary and normally, it's full of the same old boring
stuff that you'd expect to read from any middle aged woman. However, I
still can't believe what happened last week and I'm dying to tell you
all about it. I can't think of a better way than by sharing my diary
with you so let's relive it together.
MONDAY
Today was the first day of a five day placement at Planet (Imports) Ltd.
Their budgets are in a bit of a mess and I have to get them sorted out
by the end of this week. The first day of a placement is always like a
leap into the unknown so I always like to play it safe with my clothes.
Whilst I still get a thrill from slipping on a dress and hearing the
click-click of stilettoes as I walk, there's nothing worse than turning
up dressed to the nines only to find that everyone else is in jeans and
flats. Equally I don't want to appear underdressed so today, as I
usually do on Mondays, I chose a trouser suit and a pair of mid-heeled
ankle boots as these normally enable me to blend in with any company
dress code.
Arriving at Planet was a bit of a shock. The company is an
importer/distributor specialising in ladies" workwear. With a generous
staff discount on offer, the girls take full advantage of the range on
offer and, I have to say, they all look stunning. With my trouser suit,
I definitely felt rather dowdy so it's skirts, higher heels and a bit
more makeup for the rest of the week! After all, although none of my
colleagues know it, I'm secretly flying the flag for the trans community
and I don't want to let the side down, do I?
I'm working in the finance department. All told, there are about ten
people in the team and I'm working alongside a woman called Sue who
seems very nice, as do the others. I did have a little chuckle to
myself, though. There's a guy on the far side of the office who I
caught looking at me several times. When I looked over at him, he
immediately looked back at his computer monitor and carried on with his
work. He looks a bit young for me - probably in his early 30s - but
he's quite cute looking so I may give him a chance, assuming of course,
he doesn't mind being with a woman like me!
Let's see what tomorrow brings!
TUESDAY
Today, I went all out to impress! Out came the power suit as this girl
doesn't take competition lying down!
Joking apart, I love getting properly dressed up for work and nothing
beats a smart tailored skirt suit hanging an inch or two above the knee
teamed with a white silk blouse, barely black hold ups and plain black
stiletto courts. In my pre-transition days, I used to dream of being
able to go to work like this and I still sometimes have to pinch myself
to ensure that I really can now and it's not just a dream. I also went
a little heavier on the makeup; nothing over the top but it's been a
long hard road to get where I am today and it's just nice to be able to
enjoy the benefits.
I had to laugh today. Sue told me that she thinks I've got an admirer.
I did have a little giggle when she said it as she obviously hadn't
realised the significance of the word "admirer." When I was active in
the trans community, admirer was a term used a lot as a more polite way
of saying "tranny chaser'! Let's just hope that Sue doesn't know what I
know!
Anyway, my admirer is, apparently, the guy who was sneaking furtive
glances at me yesterday and Sue told me his name's Peter. Apparently,
after I went home, Peter had gone over to her to ask about me - who I
was, what I was like, what I was doing, that sort of thing. I haven't
told anyone there about my "interesting" past and, thanks to my
surgeries and speech therapy, it's not immediately obvious to most
people so I don't think either of them suspected anything. Anyway, he's
still sneaking glances at me over his computer monitor when he thinks
I'm not looking and, as I said yesterday, he is rather cute looking so
who knows?
WEDNESDAY
Well, today it happened. I was at the coffee machine getting a drink
and, when I turned round, Peter was behind me.
"Hello Mandy. You're new here aren't you? I'm Peter by the way."
I introduced myself and explained that I was there for a week to sort
out the budgets. Peter looked quite disappointed when he heard that I
was to be leaving so quickly and there was then one of those awkward
pauses that happens when someone wants to talk but hasn't got a clue
what to say next. In the end, I took a sip of my coffee and broke the
deadlock by saying that I'd better let him get back to his work.
There's something about Peter I really like. So many guys think they're
God's gift to women and presume that they only have to open their mouths
and utter some over worn chat up line to have women falling at their
feet. Peter is different; he'd obviously gone out of his way to talk to
me but his shyness gave him an air of vulnerability that made me want to
give him a hug. Anyway, I'm there to do a job, not to "get off" with
the staff.
He is rather cute, though!
THURSDAY
Peter found his voice today. I had gone to the coffee machine and, once
again, he was standing there when I turned round.
The conversation started off innocently enough with the usual "hello,
how are you?" pleasantries followed, unfortunately, by the predictable
pause. I was about to excuse myself when Peter took a deep breath and
asked me if we could meet for a drink tomorrow as he'd really like to
get to know me a bit better.
"Are you sure?" I laughed. "I'm old enough to be your mother!"
"You don't look it and I'm sure," he replied with a serious look on his
face
After joking with him that flattery would get him anywhere, I told him
that it sounded very nice and accepted his invitation. There was
another short pause and I noticed Peter starting to blush. I asked him
if something was the matter and he took a deep breath. The conversation
that followed really shook me.
"Mandy, I hope you don't mind me asking this and tell me to mind my own
business if you don't want to answer."
"Yeeessss?" I said slowly wondering what he was about to ask
"Are you by any chance transgender?"
I was stunned both by the directness of his question and that he'd
obviously "read" me. It was my turn to get flustered and seeing my
embarrassment, he quickly retracted his question and apologised saying
that he shouldn't have asked before turning and starting to walk back to
his desk.
I called him back and asked him what made him think that I was
transgender and whether it would be a problem for him if it was.
"Before I answer your questions," Peter started, "let me say that you
are absolutely beautiful and I've not been able to take my eyes off you
all week. I know you caught me looking over at you and I'm sorry if it
made you feel uncomfortable. As for what made me think it, I don't know
to be honest. You look like a woman, you sound like a woman and
everything about you screams 'woman.' It's just something like a sixth
sense that's been bugging me this week."
I'm afraid that I don't go for all of this "sixth sense" stuff but even
after giving him my best "come on, now tell me the truth" look, he gave
nothing more away. This is something I really don't want to discuss
with people I hardly know but, as he'd asked me out on a date, I would
have to tell him at some stage so giving an untrue or evasive answer to
his question would not have been fair.
After making him promise not to discuss it with anyone else, I quietly
confirmed that I was, indeed, a fully transitioned transwoman. I then
pointed out that he'd not answered my second question - would it be a
problem for him. His answer was immediate:
"Absolutely not. I still really want to get to know you and I'm looking
forward to our date tomorrow even more now."
Looking forward to our date even more now? Maybe he is a tranny chaser,
sorry admirer (LOL) but if the prospect of being with a transwoman
excites him, who am I to complain?!
As I looked over to his desk, once again I caught him looking back.
This time, he didn't look away but smiled and I'm sure I saw him wink
too!
I really don't know what to expect tomorrow but, whatever his motives
are, he's definitely very cute!
FRIDAY
My last day and, I have to say, I'll be quite sorry to move on. It's
nice being in a place where the women really make an effort and it's
been fun trying to keep up with them - I hope I haven't let the side
down.
Sue tipped me off that it's "Dress Down Friday" today so it was a casual
outfit today. Of course, for the girls at Planet, casual still meant
far smarter than the staff at most of the other places I've worked wear
all week. I also didn't want Peter to get cold feet before our date so
I decided to be a little daring and go for one of my favourite
miniskirts, teamed with a black polo necked sweater, opaque tights and a
really cute pair of high heeled stiletto ankle boots.
As it turned out, the outfit was a hit and I received several
compliments including one from Peter who came over to my desk to check
that our date was still on. It's really nice to meet a guy who takes a
genuine interest in what I'm wearing and whilst I know that, in this day
and age, guys commenting on how their female colleagues look is taboo in
the workplace, from Peter it just sounded sweet and innocent. I'm
really starting to like him a lot.
As I walked out of Planet for the last time, I was really quite sad that
I won't be going back there. Maybe a settling down into a stable job
wouldn't be such a bad idea.
THE DATE
It's 11:30pm and I've just arrived home after the most memorable date
I've ever been on!
Peter was so sweet with his complements that I wanted to look my best
for him so tonight, so I wore a black pencil dress teamed with black
high heeled pointy courts. I love the way they accentuate my curves
and, at my age, I do need all the help I can get in that department! I
also took extra care with the makeup. I tried not to look too tarty
but, let's face it, what man can resist looking into smoky eyes and
kissing deep red lips!
Peter and I had arranged to meet in the bar at a local hotel and I got
there just after 7:00 as we'd agreed. I looked around the bar but
couldn't see him - just three couples each enjoying an intimate evening
out and a woman dressed in a plain black dress and court shoes who
appeared to be a member of the hotel staff collecting a tray of drinks
from the bar so I sat down and waited for Peter to arrive.
After a couple of minutes, the woman at the bar turned round and walked
towards me with a bottle of champagne and two glasses on a tray. "Peter
really does know how to treat a lady," I thought as she arrived at my
table.
"Hello Mandy, you look amazing," she said as she set the tray down and
broke into a smile.
The penny dropped!
"Peter?" I replied more than a little shocked.
"I prefer Petra when I'm like this," she replied.
I told her that she looked stunning and then added, in mock indignation
"I think you've got some explaining to do, young lady!"
Petra apologised for not telling me sooner but said that she was really
scared of people at work finding out. She went on to say that she's
felt that something was wrong since a young age and, whilst she now
realised what it is, she was having difficulty coming to terms with it.
With a hint of sadness she added that she really wanted to spend the
rest of her life like this but was scared to take the first steps and
was hoping that I could give her some reassurance and advice.
I told her that it would be my pleasure and then asked her about her
"sixth sense" and how she knew I was transgender. She told me that it
was a little bit like a car that's overdue for a service. Most people
wouldn't know but a garage mechanic would immediately realise because of
small telltale signs. She said that she'd spent so long watching
YouTube transition videos that she was able to spot the signs that, on
their own, would not give anything away but, together, told the story.
I asked her what would have happened if I'd told her I wasn't
transgender when she asked.
Petra laughed as she answered. "Well, let me first say that you look
fantastic and any guy who isn't attracted to you is probably gay. So,
unfortunately, you'd now be sitting here with Peter making awkward
conversation before both of you decided to call it a night at around
9:00 and go your separate ways."
That would have been a real shame. As I think I may have mentioned,
Peter was rather cute. However, as I looked at Petra, who, despite her
insecurities, looked every inch a confident and beautiful woman, I knew
that she would beat Peter in a cuteness contest any day. Womanhood will
be all the better for having her as a member and the lucky guy that
snares her is really going to hit the jackpot.
I'm really looking forward to spending a lot more time with my new found
sister as I guide her on her journey.
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