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Nobody will believe it Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Everyone was doing something, but I kept putting it off until finally, some of the other nurses told me that they had the perfect outfit for me to wear, and no matter what, I would not be out of uniform. I didn't get it until they told me, and while I was still shocked at their suggestion, they told me it would be easy. All I had to do was get a set of clothes, including a white dress, white hose, then, the exact nursing cap that my school issued to graduate nurses, the graduates that were females that is! See, the hospital always held a two month fund raiser every year, using the money for the children's wing. As a freshly graduated nurse, I was lucky to be hired by the most prestigious hospital around, and I really liked the atmosphere, salary, and the people, but I didn't know about the fund raiser until almost a month after I hired in, which was during my probationary period. I didn't like the idea of having to dress as a woman, but at least, I thought, as a female nurse, I would fit in, and not wanting to get a bad review, I silently went along with the plan. That night, knowing that my mom would have a field day when she found out what I had to do....for two months, I swallowed my pride, and told her. See, the big deal is that businesses put up so much money for every person that wears some sort of costume, which meant that the hospital always encouraged participation. It wasn't mandatory of course, but the rumor was that anyone not participating, found their raises somewhat less than everyone else's and being on probation, I knew there wasn't anything to do but go along with it. I was doing my Internship during my fourth year in Nursing school, which, with a good evaluation, would let me graduate in the summer, a full year ahead of schedule, one of only seven students allowed to do it. So, at age 21, there I stood, trying to explain it to my mother. She listened carefully, giggled a little, then told me she would help me become the girl I needed to be. If I were going to wear a dress, I figured that I would be the ugliest nurse in the hospital, and once they saw me, they would have pity on the patients and let me go back to being myself. I should have been so lucky. That is not what happened. It was worse, much worse. My name is Kelly, I stand about 5'7" in my bare feet, and I weigh in at about 135, about average for a guy my size I guess. Mom made a few measurements, then told me that she would be back, her voice light, a hint of glee in it as she shut the door on her way out of the house. She never said much, but she didn't have to be so giggly about it! I went to the den to study. Mom returned a few hours later, some bags in her hands, a smile on her face, and that look in her eye. Working as a floor nurse, I did not wear scrubs, and in fact, most of the other nurses wear dresses or skirts and blouses as well. I am one of just three male nurses in the hospital, and the only one that is dressing as a female. I heard the other two were dressing as Batman and Robin. No such luck for me. I did not have to start until my rotation on Monday, which, mom said, was plenty of time to get me ready for my debut. I could hardly wait. Since it was late, mom said we could wait until the morning, and sure enough, first thing after coffee the next day she handed me a bottle of depilatory, and told me to use, and remove all the hair on my body, shave as close as I could, and wash my hair. She would be waiting she told me. I won't go into the details, just suffice it say that I never felt more naked than when I stepped out of that shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and went into my bedroom. Shivering a little, mom paid me no attention at all as she simply handed me a pair of plain white cotton panties, a "full brief" she told me. Once I had them on she and I went into her bedroom where she started in on making me beautiful, although I did suggest that she was wasting her time. Ignoring me, she went to work, and within a very short time my face was all one color, I wore a soft blue eye shadow with taupe over that, black eyeliner both above and below my eyes, and my eyelashes were thicker, longer, and I certainly did not look like myself. My hair isn't that long, and I figured that I would be stuck with a wig, and I was right, I could see it on the vanity, but mom interrupted my thoughts, telling me that it was time to get me dressed, so we went back to my room. First was the bra, which we stuffed with nylons, then I had to struggle to get a pair of pantyhose on. That was followed by a padded pantybrief, to "give me hips" mom said, then the skirt, and a blouse. Watching in the mirror, it was painfully obvious that not only wasn't I going to turn out looking like an ugly stepsister, I was cute in a sort of masculine way, if that makes any sense. Mom had me put on a pair of low heels and took me back to her room, where she sat me at the vanity and put the wig on me. I don't know what I was expecting, one of those fly away bouffant style whore wigs I guess, but the one I had on was short, framed my face, just touched my shoulders, and looked perfectly natural. Mom handed me a lipstick, and after I took one more look in the mirror, I put it on my lips. When I finally got the chance to look in the full mirror, any hope I had of being tossed out because was ugly, vanished like a wisp of smoke. I wasn't what I would call beautiful, or even cute, but sadly, I didn't look like a guy in a dress either. Mom didn't say anything, leaving me to look in the mirror and ponder my fate. When the other nurses had suggested this, I was told by the head administrator that all new people were encouraged to participate, for the entire two months if possible, then he went on to point out that like me, he himself had done two months as a woman, except he worked in the offices, which was worse according to him, because he had to wear heels and I didn't. Then he mentioned that the total amount coming to the hospital if I did dress as a female nurse was over twenty grand! Four suppliers had put up the money he said, and hoped that I would be a good sport about it. What he did not say was that my future raises and possible advancement hinged on my ability to "take a chance" as one of the nurses told me. The girl I saw staring back at me from the mirror looked like your average girl, but I knew it was me, what I would have looked like had I been born a girl. Turning to look at mom, I was at a loss for words. "Now that we know that you can do this, all we need to do is get you some clothes, including nurses dresses, some white hose and shoes to match, and certainly some lingerie, all white of course." Looking at the way she was staring at me, there wasn't any doubt in my mind at all. She expected me to go with her! She quickly found a purse for me to carry, put on a little makeup herself, then, with a bit of cajoling, I reluctantly joined her in the car. I was on my way to shop for some new clothes for me, all women's clothes, and I was more than a little worried that I would be caught out, and spent the time we drove to the mall fidgeting in my seat. Harrowing does not exactly describe the sense of eminent disaster I felt, but quietly followed my mother into the mall, then into the lingerie section of a huge department store. Panties and bras, another padded pantybrief, then three slips, a nightgown, white pantyhose, and two camisoles were piled in my arms. After mom paid the bill, we went to a shop catering to nurses, and picked up three dresses, three skirts, and three tops, all white of course. I also bought a cap from my school. I expected to leave, since I thought that we had everything I needed, but mom disagreed. "Do you expect to be able to just change clothes when you get home and be your usual self? In a few weeks your hair will be long enough to forgo the wig, and once you have your hair styled you'll look silly as a man! Redoing your nail polish every night will get very tiresome, and besides, you'll have to start acting like a woman! Just how easy will that be if you go back and forth between man and woman? No dear, I just can't see it. You'll just have to stay as a woman, full time, until this is all over, and that means that you'll need at least some street clothes. Now come with me and help me pick them out." Three skirts were selected, by me, at mom's insistence, plus four blouses and two tops, then a couple of dresses. By that time I had simply given up trying to fight it, and went with the flow of things. Shoes were next, white nurses shoes, plus heels in black and white, flats in taupe and black. We dragged it all to the car and started, I thought, for home, but mom stopped at a shop that catered to mastectomy patients, pulled me inside, and let me stand there like a dummy while she explained to the woman why we were there. The woman didn't even blink when she took me to a fitting room where I was subjected to being fitted with breast forms that not only matched my skin tone perfectly, when the woman glued them to my chest, she told me that adhesive would last for two months with no effort at all! As I struggled with getting my bra back on, both mom and the woman giggled, letting me fumble around a bit before mom stepped in and showed me the easy way. Fasten it in front, spin it around, then slip your arms through the straps and pull it up, then adjust oneself in the cups. I felt like a complete ass. Just walking set things in motion, tugging at my chest, bouncing, and generally getting in the way, but when mom noticed my distress, all she told me was that "half the population in the world has them, and they get along just fine, and you will too." Great. Not only did I have boobs that were going to be stuck to my chest for a few months, mom wasn't the least bit sympathetic. I put all of the clothes in my room, then took a close look at myself. Sadly, I looked enough like a woman to pull it off, but two months was a long time, and I was sure that I would fail. Regardless of that, I would surely have to stick it out, since I had those breasts stuck to my chest. With a sigh, I went back into the familyroom to sit with mom. "Mom...I...this is..." "What dear? You look very nice, so quit worrying so much! It's only a few months, you'll survive." "Mom!" I said. "I look like a girl! And..." "And what?" "Nothing I guess...it's just the these clothes feel so...soft, and they make me feel...delicate I guess!" "So?" she said. "Girls are supposed to be delicate, soft, and feminine! If the clothes make you feel that way, that's good, because it will help you get along at work better." "I suppose," I said with a sigh, resigned to my fate. All that day I tried on the clothes mom had bought, especially the nurses dresses. With the cap, I looked exactly like every other nurse in the hospital, and it was obvious that unless I screwed up royally, I might just be able to get by. As I tried on the other clothes it was apparent, even to me, that no matter what I wore, I would look like a woman, and strangely, I began to like the way I looked. Still, I was at odds with the way I was raised and the way I looked. On the one hand, the patients needed the best care I could provide, and what I wore shouldn't matter, but if they found out it might hurt their recovery. That combined with that very odd feeling I was having, led me to only one conclusion. I had no choice but to become a female nurse in every action. With that thought in mind I began to relax, and see this, as not a challenge to my masculinity, but an opportunity to improve myself. The next morning mom once again helped me with the makeup, but told me that I had to learn it myself, and let me do most of it, under her eagle eye of course. The wig was pinned on really tight, then I got dressed, put on my cap, nameplate, and school pin, took the purse mom gave me, and went to work. Just walking into the hospital took all my nerve, then, when I walked in and people saw me, they went about their business as if it was the most normal thing in the world! Apparently, they had not recognized me! I went to my assigned floor, was once again greeted normally, although most of the staff did tend to stare a bit at first, but, I went about my duties, just like always. Everyone treated me very nice, and there weren't any snide remarks about the way I was dressed. About the only thing that happened was when a patient ran his hand down my bottom as I turned to walk away. I shot him a look, and he dropped his hand, but it was very unsettling to find out that some guy thought I was nice looking enough to do that to me. When I mentioned it to the other nurses, they all laughed, and told me that happened all the time, and I had better get used to it, especially around the older guys. The day went by quickly, all without incident, yet I was glad to be on my way home. When I was back in my room I looked in the mirror, expecting to see runny makeup, but that wasn't the case. I looked only a little less pristine than when I left for work that morning! I changed into a plain skirt and blouse, then went to start dinner. Mom asked how the day went, but other than that, nada. The next day, a repeat of the first, was easier, and by the end of the week I no longer worried about being dressed as a woman, and by then, I knew enough about makeup to do it myself, so life became easier for mom and I. Because of the way I had been treated all week I didn't realize that I was being engulfed by the feminine attitude bubbling up inside of me. I knew it was there, I knew that I no longer worried about dressing as a woman, and also, I knew that I was beginning to like the attention I was getting as a woman. I spent the weekend getting used to doing my own makeup in all sorts of ways, plus how to dress for different occasions, all under mom's guidance. The next week went easier, as everyone had seen me, and the "newness" of me as a woman had worn off. I found myself acting more like a woman, or maybe, less like a guy in a dress, and I had started to pick up the way the other nurses spoke, such as ending a sentence as if it were a question. I wasn't even aware of it, but when Carol, one of the other nurses commented on the fact that I was walking, talking, even to the point that I sounded like a woman with a slightly husky voice, and using my hands like a woman, it hit me hard. I had no idea, and was almost ready to make a conscious effort to not be so much like a woman when she said that it made me fit in better. Deflated, I went about my work and put it out of my mind. That week and the next went by, and with each passing day the feminine attitude I felt kept growing, and I no longer felt the need to fight against what I was feeling, which came to a head on Friday, and my life took an abrupt turn when several of the other nurses asked me to join them for dinner at a popular hangout for medical types. When I told them that I wasn't sure that I should, they told me not to worry so much, and I finally agreed to meet them at seven. By going, it would be my first foray out into the world as a woman, other than at work or with mom in tow. For some strange reason, I felt excited about it. Well, by the time I got home, I was convinced that as long as I stayed within my small circle of friends, those that knew the truth, I would be okay. Yet the urge to look better than I did as work overwhelmed me, and the minute I got home I took a shower, shaved again, then made sure that I did have any errant hairs sticking out anywhere before I went in the closet to select what to wear. Cheryl, told me that a nice dress would be nice, so I picked out the one I thought looked best on me, the pink shift dress. It was sleeveless with a round neck, and when I wore the hip pads, it looked as if I had a fairly nice figure. When I opened my dresser to get some clean underwear, I saw a new set, right on top. A pink satin bra with panties to match, and a waist nipper that was flesh colored. Mom had been shopping again. I took them out, slipped on the panties, and went to do my makeup, using only slightly brighter colors, just like mom had told me women use during the evening, black eyeliner and pencil to outline my eyes, soft blue eye shadow with a sort of white with a touch of plum in it over that. As I sat there doing my makeup I realized that I was doing my very best to look as nice as the other girls would, and that made me smile. With the waist nipper and padded panties on, the dress hung perfectly, and the light tan pantyhose made my legs look very shapely while the short hem of the dress, about two inches above my knees, accented just how good my legs were. I never realized that before that moment because my normal work dresses were always knee length. The white earrings with the matching necklace were just right, and the white heels made me feel extra feminine, which made me smile to myself. Then, for the first time I used some of mom's perfume. The pale red lipstick, muted yet sexy, completed my efforts, and I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, ready to join my friends for a night out. Mom wasn't home, so I left a note, then drove across town to meet my friends. None of them had ever seen me wear anything but white, so I was sure that I would shock them a bit, but, like mom told me, it was easier to remain as woman rather than change back and forth all of the time. The valet took my car while I walked inside, confident that I looked just as nice as any of the others. I saw them sitting at a table that overlooked the expansive dance floor, and simply walked up, then sat down. After they greeted me, they all began to ask me how I managed to look so good! Now, the word beauty and Kelly in the same sentence sounded like an oxymoron to me, so all I said was that however I turned out, it was a fluke of nature. We ordered dinner, and the three of them started talking about the doctors they thought were cute, the single ones anyway, which left me out of the conversation of course. While there were some very handsome single doctors working around me all day, I had never considered them anything but coworkers, and content with the knowledge that I would return to my old self, and not being a woman, I simply didn't care that they were eligible. I listened, and when the conversation drifted to people working at the hospital, I found out a lot of things that I didn't know, like the fact that about three years previous, another guy had dressed as a woman for the same two months, but when it was over, he simply didn't revert to his old self, and worked at the hospital until she found a better job! They all looked at me, but I said that wasn't going to happen and they let it drop, but not without a few derisive snorts and some giggles from the other girls. During dinner it was mentioned that the job of assistant to the hospital administrator was going to be open soon because Helen, the woman that held the post was retiring at the end of the month. The job paid about the same as that of a head nurse since that post was reserved for someone that actually was a nurse. The money was slightly more, but not enough to make any of them take it. They all said that wearing regular clothes would be nice, but they all liked it where they were, and didn't feel like changing. As they all looked at me, I didn't know what to say, and could not have anyway, because four guys walked up to our table just then! They were some of the doctors the girls had mentioned. They each stood behind one of us, then, they all asked each of us to dance! I had never danced with a man, and didn't want to start then, but when all of the other girls said yes, I was left with almost no choice, and took his hand. I stand almost 5' 10" in my heels, yet he was taller than I was. His name was Bill Pickle, an intern in the vascular, or cardiac unit. He was a really good dancer, and I managed not to step on his feet more than once. He had seen me around the hospital, knew my name was Kelly, but that was all, except for the fact that he thought I was a woman, and at that point, I wasn't about to break his bubble. That was because I didn't want a scene, not for any other reason. But, he was very nice to me, and I could not help but laugh at his silly jokes, or grin when he made passes that a blind girl could see. His hand in the middle of my back grew a bit tighter when the music slowed down, and I found myself unwilling to mention it, and let him hold me, just like he was doing. Bill was only a year older than I, and I wondered why he was still single. Tall and handsome, smart and witty, he seemed like a real catch for some lucky girl, not me of course, but a good catch anyway. When he walked me back to the table, he kept his arm around my waist, then gave my hand a small squeeze when he rejoined the guys at their table. All at once I was inundated with questions! "Well?!!!" "Well what..." I said. "We saw you laughing with him, and the way he was holding onto you, well, it looked like both of you were enjoying being very close together!" "We were just dancing," I said, "and he wasn't holding onto me any more or less than the guys you were dancing with! Besides, you all know that I'm not a..." "Tonight you are honey! Tonight you're a sexy young lady with a knockout figure and a nice smile, and that cute young doctor seems to like you...a lot, so just go with it!" "But what if he wants to...I mean...I can't just..." "You can be yourself Kelly, that's all any of us can do." "But I couldn't! What if he..." "Hi Kelly" Bill said, standing behind me, "I was wondering if you would join me out on the patio for a glass of wine?" The other girls all smiled at me, and as one, nodded their heads yes, and unfamiliar with a girls ability to say no, I let Bill take my hand. I mean, I'm not a woman, I thought to myself, so I couldn't get into to much trouble, all I had to do was politely say no if things got out of hand, and walk back and join the others. Bill got our wine, and we stood by a small railing that went around the veranda. I sipped my wine carefully watching him at the same time. Small talk about what school we went to, how long we had been at the hospital and so on was what we talked about, punctuated by more of his silly jokes. I set my wine glass on the railing, turned back, and found his arms wrapped around me, his lips only millimeters away from mine. Then he kissed me, gently at first, which caught me off guard, then with more urgency. Shaken by what I had let him do I broke away, panting, more in fear and shock than lust, but he didn't know that, and tried to kiss me again. "That's enough of that Bill! Calm down, and lets rejoin the others," I said, hoping he would agree, which he politely did. The girls and I left together, and on the way out I heard nothing but ribbing about the way I could say no. On the way home all I could think about was the way Bill smelled, and tasted. Thoroughly confused at what had happened, I refused to believe that after just a few weeks in dresses that I could come to like it, then have some guy attracted to me! As I undressed, mom came in, sat on my bed, and simply watched me. I got down to my bra and panties, and started to shake a little. "Cold?" mom asked. "Get your robe, you'll be warmer." "It's not that mom, it's something else." "You went out with your friends, and some guy found you attractive, is that it?" "Not just some guy mother! He's a doctor at the hospital! He kissed me! I didn't think that would happen! The girls said it was natural and I should just go with it...but I....I mean... mom, he kissed me, twice!" "I'm sure that surprised you, but that's not what's worrying you...is it? You kissed him back, and that's what bothers you!" "I didn't kiss him back mother, I...ummm, had my arms around his neck. I was off balance, that's all!" "Honey, the minute I saw you all fixed up, I knew that some guy would hit on you! Your just not used to having guys do that to you, and you don't know how to shut them down yet. That'll come in time, but right now, the best thing for you to do is quit worrying about it so much! I mean, you didn't do anything else for him did you? Anything I should know about?" "Mother! Of course not! I'm not that kind of..." "What? Your not that kind of girl? Of course you are! We all are when we're... excited, or in love! But that's enough talk about this. Clean up and go to bed. We'll talk in the morning." I lay there in bed, wrapped in the silky smoothness of a nightgown, wondering just how I was going to break the news to Bill. He didn't deserve to be led on, yet something had happened to me while he kissed me, and I wasn't sure that I liked it, but I wasn't sure that I didn't either, and that was the rub. In the morning, with a robe over my nightgown, I went to get some coffee. Having breasts made the gown fit and flow over and around me, just like it would any woman, and after learning how to sleep with boobs, I usually paid no attention to them, except that morning, they began to mean something to me. My boobs were no longer just "in the way", they were a symbol of my growing feminine side, and more, I knew that I was beginning to like it. Since it was the weekend, and I was off, I helped mom clean the house, then she suggested that she and I see about widening my wardrobe just a bit, to give me more choices. Things like jeans, maybe some shorts, a few more tops plus some shoes, then she said that I might as well get makeup that was better for me. Since we were using the same makeup, that made sense, and I agreed. We both cleaned up and left for the mall, where I had to try on the jeans, then we left, with me wearing those same skin tight jeans that so many girls wear, and went to a makeup store where I had my makeup redone, then bought what they used on me. It was easy to admit that the woman had made me look better, fabulous in fact, and I only hoped that I could do as well as she did. The way the jeans fit were very strange, since they fit tightly, and accented my shape, including my bottom, and in the front, made me look as if I were a female! Mom and I, walking towards the exit, passed a small shop that did nails, and she suggested that I might want to have mine done, short of course, but in a more feminine way. I had not yet tried polishing my nails, but I knew that what I was feeling about myself would only be compounded with every step I took towards being more like a woman than a man. My feminine side won, and I didn't hesitate. It took the girl about an hour to do my nails, but it was worth it. We stopped for a quick bite, and were leaving when I saw Bill and one of his friends walking across the parking lot! I tensed up, which mom noticed, then looked at the guys. All at once it seemed, Bill saw me, and a smile grew on his face as he drew closer. Mom was no help at all, so when Bill reached us, I introduced him to mom, but his eyes almost never left me. I smiled of course, but wanted to leave as soon as I could, so the moment mom paid the bill, we left. "Bill," mom said, "is really cute! You two make a nice couple." "Mooom!" "What?" she asked. "All I said was that you two looked very nice together, which is true!" "Don't you realize what just happened?" "No, but I'm sure that you'll tell me Kelly." "Mom! I introduced you as my mother, and dressed like this, it only makes him think that I'm a woman, a real woman your daughter! I mean, if we're together, and I'm dressed this way, how can he think anything else?!" "Well, I am your mother, and I see nothing wrong at all! Don't you think he'll find out at work? The fact that he's attracted to you means nothing, unless you let things get out of hand. Is that what's happening? Are you planning to let things get out of hand?" "Of course not!" I said with more vengeance then it required. "I think your protesting to much Kelly. I think that you're beginning to like being a woman, and having a handsome young man like Bill attracted to you isn't the worst thing that can happen to a young lady." "But I'm not," I said loudly, "a woman! I only look like one! It's part of the fund raiser! Remember?" "Perhaps," mom answered, "but it does seem like you are enjoying this, and I can see no reason you shouldn't enjoy being a woman! Understand me Kelly, it's not like I want you to become a woman, but it just seems to me that you have adapted quite well, both at work, out with your friends, and the fact that Bill seems to like you doesn't mean that you have to be more than friends with him! Relax! He is just like every other man honey, visually attracted to women they find appealing! But that doesn't mean you have to let him jump your bones, it only means that he is a new friend, and that's all!" It was so easy for mom to sit in judgment, after all, she is a woman, and certainly knows how to handle men, but I don't, yet she expects me to be just like her, or the other girls! I knew, when she said that I was "protesting to much" that she might be right, yet I just could not bring myself to admit, even to myself, that yes, I did like being dressed as a woman. Not once before, during my entire life, had I ever dressed as a girl, so I never knew the delightful senses that such an experience held, nor did I ever before taste a man's lips against mine. Yet, within a very short span of time I had done both, and liked it! The moment those words came to mind, it all made sense to me. Because I liked being dressed as a woman, I had let everything masculine about me fade to the background. I had acted just like my friends around Bill, and even let him kiss me! I knew that I wasn't pretty, like a model, or as graceful as I should be, or even as confident as a woman my age would be, but it didn't seem to matter. I looked in the mirror, just to be sure, and looking back at me was the face I was quickly becoming used to seeing, and it was wearing makeup. Still a bit confused, by the time we got home I was ready to let the girl Kelly take over my life, just to see how much I really liked it. If it was bad, I could always go back to my guy self at the end of my two months as a girl, and everything would be okay again. I should have known better. I went to my room and rearranged all of my new clothes, then set up a small card table so that I would have a vanity of my own, and pulled off the wig. I felt somehow naked without it, then began to wonder if I could get by with my own hair. Wearing a wig was like wearing a very tight hat all the time, and my scalp always felt damp, but seemed as if it wasn't long enough yet, and put the wig back on. Wearing jeans cut for a woman made my buns more prominent, and in front, because of the way I tucked things out of the way and the tight pantybrief, there was no trace of my manhood, while my trim waist, compliments of the waist nipper, made my wider hips look perfectly shaped. The fact that I wanted to get away from the wig and wear my own hair, nagged at me for a bit, so, with that thought in mind, I put some more lipstick on, grabbed my purse, and told mom I was going out. Mom had told me my hair wasn't long enough, and I tended to agree, but I wanted a professional to tell me that, so I drove to a small salon that I passed every day on the way to work, and went in. The girl at the counter gave me a radiant smile, asked if she could help me, and when I told her I wanted to talk to a stylist, she introduced me to Jeri, an older lady with blond hair. I explained that I had on a wig, and wanted to see if my hair was long enough to go without it, and soon found myself in her chair. The wig was removed, then she washed my hair, checking the length. Sadly, both mom and I were right, it was not long enough to go without the wig, almost long enough, but not quite. "You know hon, your hair is long enough that I can add extensions to your hair. They look perfectly normal, and will stay in place for quite a while. All you have to do is pick the color, I'll dye your hair to match, then I'll put them in. It'll take about two hours if we start right now." I asked her what extensions were, she showed me some, then explained how the extensions were held on, (tying) and were they easy to get out, (no) and finally, I gave the go ahead. I picked out a color that wasn't much different than my own hair color, and Jeri went to work. It was tedious to just sit there, but Jeri didn't waste any time either, and at the end of two hours my hair was down past my shoulders! By letting Jeri add extensions to my hair I knew that I had made a commitment there wasn't any easy way of getting out of. Then she cut it before she set my hair in a soft body perm to hold the shape. When I looked in the mirror, I was a totally new woman, and I loved it! I would no longer feel as if I were wearing a hat all of the time, and my hair enhanced the way I looked quite a bit. It was expensive, but without any thought, I handed her my credit card, paid the bill, and started back home. I knew what I had done, I think I knew before I walked into that salon. The extensions I had added to my hair would not just come out, they would have to fall out, and that wouldn't happen until my own hair got so long that I needed to have it styled again. Maybe six months from then. It was a delicious thought, knowing that I would have to remain a girl for another six months, and maybe I would even regret it, but I didn't think so, and in any case, I could always shave my head if I had to. When mom saw my hair she gasped, walked over, and took a very close look, and realized what I had done to myself. Without a word she went back and sat down. I did not see her grin because her back was to me. Carol, one of the girls I had been to dinner with called me shortly after that and asked me if I wanted to go malling, and I quickly agreed, since I knew without any doubt that I would need to buy some more lingerie, and of course, more clothes. I told mom I was meeting Carol, grabbed a pop out of the fridge, and left for the mall. It was almost 5 by the time I left the house. Carol was shocked when she saw my new hairdo, an we talked about it as we shopped. Carol told me that most of the other nurses knew that I liked being a woman anyway, and the fact that I had made the decision to have my hair lengthened wasn't very much of a surprise for her. That's when I told her that I intended to remain as a woman until the extensions needed to come out, and also, that I wanted to explore everything about being a woman. I told her that I had an idea what I wanted to buy, and Carol was able to point me in the right direction, Cindy's Cache, a place well known for it's sexy lingerie. Carol watched as I picked out the black bustier with the matching panties, some black pantyhose and two more bras, all without saying a word about my selections. I knew she was aching to ask me just what was going on, even though I think she already knew. From there I went and had my ears pierced, bought a few more skirts and blouses, a suit, more heels, then some perfume that I liked. Carol is a year older than I am, quite petite, and very pretty, which meant that we had zilch in common, yet she and I had clicked almost from the start. She bought a new dress with handbag and shoes to match, then stood by as I went into one of those male fantasy shops and bought a red babydoll outfit. "Is that for you to use on anyone we know?" she asked with a smirk "Not really," I said, "it's for me, but you never know, do you?" "I see!" Carol replied. "Just a little something for your hope chest then?" "Nope. It's for me," I said, "I always wanted to see a woman wearing one of these, but it looks like the only way I'll ever see it is if I buy it and wear it myself! "Right...Bill has nothing to do with it! Liar!" With that elfin smile on her face she kept grinning until yes, I finally nodded my head. "Okay! He is cute, just like you said, but I haven't talked to him for three weeks, and besides, he and I...we can't...I mean not like you....it's just...." "It's just," Carol said, "in case you decide to seduce him, or give in, which ever comes first!" I didn't answer her, I wasn't so sure she was wrong, and didn't want to blurt out anything by mistake. When I did tell her that I had extensions put in, so I wouldn't have to wear a wig, that had drawn a gasp from her, because she knew full well that six months was the minimum time before you could get them out. After we walked out of Cindy's, I once again told her that I had no intention of going back to my male self any time soon, certainly not when my two months was up. I knew that it had been a very short time since I put on a dress for the first time, yet there was this constant, nagging feeling inside of me that it was okay, and kept telling me to be the woman I was rapidly coming to enjoy being. Carol, like me, was single, and was in no hurry to start a family, but she liked the attention men gave her, which I was also coming to understand. We both bought earrings, the cheap kind, stopped for a peek in the window of a dress shop neither of us could afford, then, after we left the mall, stopped at a local pub. "Kelly," Carol said, "you just don't get it do you?" "You're a lot prettier than you think you are, and tell me this, has anyone, anyone at all suggested, even once that you look like a guy in a dress?" "No...why?" "That first day you came to work, none of us expected you to look the way you did. We even had a pool going on it, but when we saw you, none of us could believe our eyes. You stunned everyone Kelly, big time! You not only looked like a woman, you acted like one, and after a few days, you sounded like one! When we asked you to join us for dinner, we had no intention of setting you up, that just happened. All we wanted to do was let you know that we support you, and if you want to keep dressing as a woman, which is a done deal since you had those extensions put in, we'll help you in any way we can. Now tell me the truth...you like being a woman...a lot more than you have already told me, don't you?" What could I say?! "Well, it's different, that's for sure! I'm not, what I mean is, it's only been about a month or so! How can I tell?" "You lie worse than my little brother Kelly! You love it, so don't deny it! Besides, I never met a girl that would buy an entire outfit, one that didn't enough material to cover her entire butt, unless she had some guy in mind! You just wanted to see yourself in it? I don't think so, it's probably for when you decide to let some guy, maybe the Dill, get into your panties!" "The Dill?" I asked, trying to avoid the rest of what she said. "Bill! Bill Pickle! They call him the Dill, because he's so tasty! Come on Kelly, he's cute as all get out, we all know it, but so far, you're the only one he has ever come on too! So tell me, what do you really plan on doing with that next to nothing babydoll... really... and not that fantasy about you wanting to see a woman in it!" "Bill? He's very nice and all Carol, but..." "What? Do you think he doesn't know everything about you already? That hospital is big, but not that big! He had the word on you the minute he got to work the day after that dinner!" "He...he knows?" "Yup," Carol said with a grin, "and I heard that he is going to ask you out to dinner...real soon. Maybe you'll have a use for that cute little outfit sooner than you think!" I hated it when Carol was so smug, but she was almost never wrong about things, and she has, without a doubt, the best hook into the rumor mill of anyone I knew! If she said that Bill knew about me, and was going to ask me out anyway, I was ready to bank on it. I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have smiled when I had that thought, because I saw Carol give me the thumbs up and grin back. I started to giggle, actually giggle, something I had never done before, and I relaxed to the point that I told Carol that yes, I had a few dreams about Bill, but cautiously added that I was still unsure about myself. She let it drop, and we split up to go home. On the short drive home I wondered if Carol was right, about Bill knowing the truth I mean. If he knew the truth and still asked me out, what did that make him, or, if I accepted, me? And if I did say yes to a date, how could I explain it to mom? She had said it was natural for men to be attracted to women, me included, and didn't seem to worried about it, but that was because it had all been talk. Now, Bill asking me out seemed almost imminent. I had at first grudgingly agreed to do this, dress as a woman I mean, then I found out I looked okay, and later yet, I found out that I liked it, more than a little, but couldn't admit it, even to myself. Yet I had willingly had my nails done, then extensions put in my hair, knowing full well that my time as a woman had increased to six months, all while ignoring the warnings my male side was yelling at me. Now, I had bought a skimpy little outfit that had only one purpose. To turn a man on, and I was still trying to avoid telling myself that I liked being a woman! Maybe my inner conscious was telling me that yes, I was probably going to let Bill seduce me, if he wanted to try that is. I knew what I was thinking, and it scared me to think that I could cast off my maleness so quickly, yet it simply felt like the right thing to do. When I was safely in my bedroom, I undressed, the took out that teeny babydoll and slipped it on. Carol was right. There wasn't enough material to do anything but entice someone to rip it off an ravage me, and except for the small lump in my panties, I looked more like a female than a male, even if my waist was a bit thick for a woman. With a sigh I changed into a nightgown, then wrote a check to pay mom back for all of the things she had bought for me, and left it on the kitchen table. As I lay in bed I wondered why, after such a short time I could accept myself as a woman, found no complete answer, and drifted off to sleep, but during the night it came to me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was a woman, a real woman, and I needed to be a woman in every respect. The very thought of it made my dream become calm and very serene, as if peace had fallen into my soul. The next day at work I looked up our resident plastic surgeon, and asked him if we could talk. Once we were in his office I told him what was going on, how I felt, and added that I had no clue why this was happening to me. Thomas, old enough to be my father, listened without interrupting, his chin resting on his folded hands. As my mentor when I first started at the hospital, he and I often talked about my work, what my goals were and so on. I trusted him without reservation, yet I simply could not bring myself to ask him what I was there to ask him! I knew it could be done, in theory anyway, but... "Kelly", he said, "you are here to ask me something, something related to the way you look I would guess, so why not just ask me? If it's a boob job, I'll be happy to help you. If it's more than that, you need to tell me! Now, out with it." He even sounded like a father. "I want..." I paused, swallowing hard as the words formed on my lips. "I want to know if it's possible to make it look as if I have a vagina, without the surgery, and I want my own boobs too." "I see. Well, I can do all of that for you, quite easily as a matter of fact, but are you sure about this? How long have you been dressing as a woman? A month? Five weeks at the outside? That's awfully quick Kelly, and I'm not sure that enough time has passed for you to make that kind of decision. Having a boob job isn't for the faint hearted Kelly, You might be down in bed for a week, then almost another few weeks before you won't experience any pain. Are you ready for that?" I knew it was a very big step, one that could be reversed if need be, but I was awash in the emotions of the moment, and told him in a very clear voice that I was prepared to do it. I told him I had to know if what I was feeling was real or imagined, and having a body that looked at least more like a woman than not would give me that chance. After a few more questions, he finally said he would do it, then told me it would have to be at night, since the O.R. he used would be empty then. He told me to make the arrangements for my vacation, and he would see me that night after work for one last session. I had not told, or consulted with Carol, Cheryl, or mom about this, but I knew I would do it, I had to. I was nervous all day, but kept silent about my plans, had my vacation approved, then realized, about three that afternoon that I would have to tell mom. There was no way I could avoid it. I mean, I just could not disappear for maybe a week without telling her, so I called her, and asked her to meet me at five. I was waiting for mom when she walked in, took her to one of the private offices, and told her what I was going to have done. Not one word came out of her mouth for what seemed like an eternity, then.... "Are you sure this is the right thing for you to do Kelly? This is major surgery, and not to be taken lightly, and on top of that, you'll have to dress as a woman all of the time, which apparently, is what you want to do. Does this have anything to do with that young man...Bill?" "No mother, it doesn't have anything to do with Bill...exactly, and yes, I'm sure about this. I have to find out if what I have been feeling is right for me or not, and this will give me the chance to find out." "Since you feel this way, I won't try to stop you Kelly. Did you want me with you for your meeting with the doctor?" "If you wouldn't mind. I would feel a lot better." Thomas went over the procedure in great detail, told me that he thought that I should be a C cup, then described how he would make it look as if I had a vagina, and finally, asked me if I wanted to have my beard removed at the same time, and mentioned that it would be easier for me to have a natural waist if he removed the last, or lowest, floating rib. I agreed to everything, and within the hour I was given a shot that put me completely out. I didn't even see the nurses on duty! When I woke, I was sore all over, from my hairline to my knees, and felt like puking, but didn't. Thomas checked on me three times the next day, leaving me on a moderate dose of pain killer, which almost did the trick. He let me go home after two days in the hospital. Walking was painful, but the new sports bra I had on helped a lot. Once I was in my room mom helped me get undressed, and I was able to see the results of the surgery for the first time. There were no visible stitches in my breasts or my ribcage because he had used the new medical adhesive, but the biggest change was in my groin. Other than the fact that I was hairless, I looked just like any other woman! My waist was at least two inches smaller, making my hips look a bit wider, then mom pointed out the two small puncture wounds on my hips. I looked, and knew what Thomas had done. He had taken my fat cells from my waist and injected them into my butt, which made me wider and rounder! I slipped on a nightgown, went to bed, and fell into a very deep sleep. Over the next two days I was able to get up and walk around, and took the time to explore my new body. My face was smooth and clear of hair as was my body, and I had a shape that was very similar to most women my age, and I loved it. After a shower I felt wonderful, and began to get fully dressed so I could try and help mom around the house. All of my clothes fit better, and I had no need of the waist nipper, or even makeup, unless I wanted to wear it! I wasn't quite as sore, and managed to get by without any pain medication, and began to try on all of my clothes for fit. Since the breast forms I had used were a C cup, my bras fit just fine, better in fact now that I had something of my own to put in them. I heard the doorbell, but ignored it since mom was home, and continued to try on my lingerie. Mom had told me to adjust all of the bras or my shoulders would hurt, and I was in the midst of adjusting the straps on my Pushemup bra when the door burst open. Turning, I saw Carol standing there. All I had on were a pair of high cut lace trimmed white panties with the matching bra. I saw her, and without even thinking, turned to face her. Carol just stood there staring at me, and I knew why. My panties fit exactly like hers did, and better, my bra was filled to what seemed like overflowing. There wasn't the slightest trace that I had even been a man, not even any stray hairs. With her watching, I put on a thin top and pulled on a pair of jeans. My feet went into my gym shoes, and we stood there like two dummies. "Damn Kelly! You've changed!" "That's an assumption on your part Carol," I said with a grin. "No it isn't, and you know it! You have a fabulous figure now! Care to tell me how you managed all this?" "No. I can't. Lets just say that I am a woman now and let it go... okay?" Carol and I went out for a walk, and I have to admit that I never felt more complete, more at ease or relaxed ever before in my life. I felt as if I were an equal to Carol and the others, and no longer worried about how much I loved being a woman, because, in almost every way. I was one. I told Carol I would be back on Monday, and asked her not to say anything to anyone, and she agreed. I went back to work, doing my usual duties, with nobody the wiser. Bill stopped by a few times and we talked, but he didn't ask me out, but I took a lot of ribbing about his being there to see me. He waited until Friday to ask me out, and I said yes of course. When he came to get me I let him in the house, he politely greeted mom again, but his eyes were locked on my cleavage. I wore a brand new dress. It was short, with a modestly low cut neckline, the black dress hugged my figure, and made his eyes go wide when he saw me. He may have had a plan of his own, but so did I. I wasn't out to drag him back to my bed, or even visit his, but I did want him to know that I was a woman, and that there wasn't any doubt about it. Bill took me to dinner, then dancing, then, on the way home, he stopped the car and pulled me to him. My lips touched his, and my eyes went dark as an explosion of sensations burst through me at the speed of light. We kissed and touched, his hand cupping my breast in an embrace of lust filled desire, his panting telling me what I already knew. My breasts grew tense when he touched me, my nipples extending, every one of my senses on alert as his lips touched my neck, then lower, until he reached the very top of my cleavage. He wanted me, and while I was quickly growing willing, I was unable, and broke away from him. His tented pants told the story, yet he remained a gentleman, and took me home when I asked him to. That night I had dreams of Bill and I together, dreams that would never come true, yet I felt more feminine than ever before. I knew that someone had wanted me, as a woman, and that validated what I felt about myself. According to my consent to be a woman, I had one week left before I was supposed to return to my manhood, but there wasn't any way that was going to happen. I didn't want it to, but I would have to tell the administrator. He would either fire me, or let me stay, but I had to tell him. I made the appointment, then met him in his office. "Hi Kelly, come in." "I have something to tell you sir." "I'll bet I already know Kelly. You are going to remain as one of our female nurses aren't you?" "Yes sir. I...ummm...can't go back sir. "Yes, I know" he said, "Thomas told me that he had helped you with a little surgery, so I am assuming that whatever he did for you makes it impossible for you to be anything but a woman." He sat down at his desk, motioned for me to sit down, then went on. "I'm glad you came in today Kelly, I have something else I wanted to talk to you about. As you know, our chief administrative assistant is retiring in two months. We have asked several other nurses if they were interested in the job, but they have declined the job. You are at the very top in your ratings, everyone respects your professional judgment, and your internship will be over within a month. Would you like to take the job? Everyone we talked to said the pay wasn't enough, so we raised it. It would mean a huge raise for you. Are you interested?" He had known about my surgery, maybe not the details, but he probably guessed that I had a boob job, and simply dismissed what I had done, then went on to offer me a better job! I would have to finish my internship of course, and the specter of a higher wage made me say "yes", without any hesitation. He sent me to personnel where I had a new badge made up, complete with a new picture, then I went back to work. I did not say anything about the offer made to me, yet the rumor mill began to rumble with the news, and by the end of the day, everyone knew. Carol was the first to congratulate me, and we made plans to hit the mall again so I could buy some clothes proper for an office environment. Mom was very happy at my promotion, and we celebrated that night by going out to dinner. Bill called later that night and extended his congratulations, then asked me to join him that weekend for a party at his mom's house! He mentioned they had a pool, with the clear implication that I should bring a swimsuit. I said I would be there, but he said he would come and get me. Casually mentioning that to mom, she smiled, and asked me if I knew what that meant? "Sure! He's having a party, other people will be there, food, some swimming maybe, possibly some dancing...why?" "You did say it's at his parents home?" "Yes...why?" "Kelly! Men always want their mothers approval if they meet a girl they like! The 'dinner at my parents house' is a way for his mother to meet you, make a judgment, all without any pressure! Being a party, he is disguising it as just a get together, but what he wants to happen is for his mother to smile and nod her head yes and accept you as his choice!" "No way mom! He said it was just a get together for some of the staff! He only asked me because..." "Just how many times have you kissed that poor boy? One? A lot? No...don't tell me Kelly, just don't be surprised when his mother takes you aside and wants to talk!" I had no idea that would happen, but I took mom at her word, and wondered why Bill would make sure his parents would get to meet me, especially since Carol told me that he knew that I wasn't a real female! I added a swimsuit to my list of things to buy when Carol and I went shopping, then began to search the papers for an apartment of my own. With the new raise, I would be able to afford it, and it was time I was on my own anyway. The days dragged by, but on Friday after work, Carol picked me up, and we headed out for the mall. Carol confirmed what mom had said about Bill's mom, but told me not to worry about making his mom happy, only him. We started in a department store where I bought several dresses, but mostly suits and skirts with blouses to compliment, then shoes, more panties, some slips, pantyhose, and more jeans plus some shorts. We looked at their swimwear, but passed on them, heading for a shop that sold only beachwear. I had already made a serious dent in my credit card, but I was really starting from scratch, and not having a life time as a girl to gather clothes, I had to buy everything. Carol kept pressing me to buy a bikini, but I flatly refused, telling her I didn't have the body for it, and picked out several full cut suits to try on, and ended up with a light blue one, high cut on the legs, with some support for my breasts and a bit of boning to help me in the waist. Carol said I looked great in it, although she kept trying to get me to buy a bikini, and I kept saying no. On Saturday morning I slipped on a pair of shorts and a top, no bra, and went to make coffee. Mom wasn't even home, so I took my coffee back to my room to get ready for Bill's little picnic. Both mom and Carol had suggested that I take a nice skirt and blouse to change into, along with my swimsuit, so after a quick shower, I did my makeup, very modest, brushed out my hair, letting the permed in curls go where they would, added a pair of small gold earrings and my heart shaped necklace charm, the put on my least revealing bra and clean panties. I wore the same shorts with a pink pullover top and my gym shoes. Then I tossed everything else I would need into a small bag, along with my blow dryer and brush. When I was ready, I put on some plum colored lipstick, a bit of perfume, grabbed my purse, and headed over to Bill's house. A girl let me in the house. She looked to be about 17, and looked a lot like Bill. She had long blonde hair and one of those figures that only teenage girls have. Thin. Big blue eyes, and a wide smile over a very short top and some shorts, she introduced herself to me. "Hi! I'm Prudence, but everyone calls me Prue. Bill said to watch out for a fox with auburn hair and a nice smile! That's you!" You must be Kelly." "Just then another young girl showed, and I met Cathy, 'Cathy T' the girl told me to call her. "Her name is so long," Prue said, "and is hard to pronounce, so we abbreviated it! Come on! I'll show you where to put your stuff, then I'll take you out on the patio. Dad and Bill are setting things up." I set my things in her bedroom, then followed them out, through the kitchen to the patio. Bill was busy setting up some kind of music, his dad, with his back to us, was busy at the grill. I felt a hand on my shoulder, turned, and looked directly into the eyes of what could only be Bill's mother. She was magnificently beautiful, with blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled, her face well toned yet with signs of age barely visible around her mouth and eyes. "Hi! I'm Julia. You must be Kelly. We're very glad you could join us today." Glancing over at Bill, she said, "Bill has mentioned you more than once Kelly. Now I see why!" "Thank you!" "Would you help me dear, I have all those trays to bring out." I said I would, and she yelled for Prue and Cathy to help as well. Once we had the trays out, Bill joined me, greeting me with a small kiss on the cheek. Nobody missed it. Both girls said they were going into the pool, and ran to change. They were back quickly, and the difference between them was striking. Prue was a small boned girl, with a nice figure, a modest bustline and almost no hips, while Cathy was taller, more rounded, and fuller of figure. Her bustline threatened to burst out of her suit, and her hips were very womanly. Yet the two girls, obviously close friends, were on the cusp between being little girls and becoming women, each different in shape, yet both were giggly, having fun as only kids can. They both jumped into the pool without a thought. I sat with Bill's mom for a bit, and we talked. She wanted to know what I did at the hospital, and when I told her that I had just been promoted to Chief assistant to the hospital administrator, she smiled at me. She wanted to know where I went to school, my age and so on, all fairly general stuff, and I wasn't afraid to tell her any of it, but it did bring truth to the idea that she wanted to know what kind of girl her son was attracted to. The others showed up about then, Cheryl was with her new husband Ken, Carol was with one of the Interns from the trauma center, and the rest with long time mates or friends. The party was a hit, and after I changed into my swimsuit to join everyone in the pool, I know that many of the people there who had no knowledge of my transformation were very surprised by the way I looked. Bill stayed by my side the whole time, and I saw his mom watching me a few times. Later, as Carol and I changed into our street clothes, she said something that finally made sense to me. "Bill's mom asked about you..." Carol said, "she wanted to know if you were serious about Bill." I started to say something, but Carol stopped me. "Kelly, she just wants to know if the woman her little boy likes, is good enough for him! Relax! You passed with flying colors!" I went home later, stopping on the way to look at an apartment, promising to be back to sign a lease the next day. When I signed the lease, I made arrangements to have my furniture moved, and within a week I was on my own. Mom wasn't really that sad to see me go, she had been dating a guy and wanted to spend more time with him, so it worked out for both of us. The very next day, when I got to work, two dozen roses were delivered to the desk, and they were for me! The card was signed by Bill, and I quickly had him paged to thank him, which is when I invited him over for a dinner at my place on Friday night. I was going to start my new job the following week, and decided to start everything new, including my personal life, beginning with Bill. I wore a very pretty floral dress that had a full skirt and a fitted bodice, and also, my best Pushemup bra. Making sure that the top two buttons were undone, I set the table, and waited for him to arrive. After dinner, he opened the wine he had brought, and we sat sipping on it while staring at each other. Wine wasn't on our list of things we wanted to do together, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time. After just one sip of wine, Bill moved close to me, took me into his arms, and I submitted to his ardor. His tongue went into my mouth, his hand cupped a breast, and I stroked his neck. Slowly, he began to unbutton the front of my dress, and I simply lay back and let him. When he reached the front hook of my bra, he released it, and I broke free of the constraints. When his lips touched my nipple, I shuddered in delight, never having felt like that before, and let Bill stroke and kiss me until I was ready to cry out. I knew that I could not offer him what he expected, but I had other things to offer, and made it clear when I pushed him back and began to unbutton his shirt. I kissed his nipples, then he picked me up, and took me to the bedroom, where I finished unwrapping him. His belt, the button, followed by the zipper, and he sprang to life. When he reached for me I stood up, and slowly removed my dress, casting aside the bra, then pushing my pantyhose down as I stepped out of the heels. He was on his knees watching me from the bed, then, as I slipped onto the bed, he pushed me on my back, and began to kiss me all over. I felt his hands as he pulled my panties down, and I kicked them away. Letting him continue to kiss me. His head moved lower and lower until he spread my legs and kissed me there. I broke out into a sweat when he did that, the sensation it gave me almost more than I could stand. After such a long time with my groin in the shape of a vagina, I wasn't sure how I would react, but I was very sensitive there, and the way he did that, well, it was wonderful. Anxious, I rolled him over, and kissed him, the same as he did for me, then, when I reached the pinnacle of his manhood, I touched him, stroked him, felt his manhood in my hand, then gently touched my lips to him. With a flicker of my tongue I caressed the entire length of it, then took him. As his back arched I began to minister to his needs, one hand on his shaft, the other holding his round and very full sac. As I bent over him I felt his hand on my bottom, then the gentle pressure as he maneuvered first one finger, then two into me. We both reached a crescendo at the same time, and spasmed together, my body shaking even as he filled me up. When he was done, I moved to lay next to him, smiling. I had done it. I had made love to a man, and I loved it. Bill continued to stroke my skin, raising goosebumps, yet he continued to slowly stroke me all over, then, all at once, he was between my legs again, and I could not help but hold him there. My hands, one on each side of his head while he kissed me, licked me, and drove me crazy. He rolled me over, and once again I felt the fingers in me. Then, as he moved me around, I could feel him entering me, the solid pressure of his lust combined with my willingness, allowed him to enter, and as he held on, I moved to meet his every thrust with equal joy. When we were spent, we lay there in each others arms panting from a lust spent wildly on each other. I slipped on a robe, put on some coffee, and rejoined him in bed. Twice more that night I had him, and even when he said he was done, I managed to make him rise to the occasion. We slept in each others arms that night, and in the morning, I did my very best to arouse him. Before he woke, I changed into my little red babydoll, put on some more coffee, then woke him up. One look was all it took for Bill to drag me into bed., and just like Carol told me, my teeny babydoll was quickly tossed aside. I know for sure that I became a woman that night, and no longer held any doubts about who, or what, I was. Bill and I spent the day together, and on Monday I began my new job. Two months later, after Bill and I had reclaimed that wild night several more times, I went to see Thomas, told him I was ready, and why, so he made the arrangements without any protests. A month later I was a woman in every sense of the word, and as I healed up, Bill and I began to see more and more of each other. After six months I let Bill enjoy the new me, several times as a matter of fact. Talented is the only way to describe the way he was with me. Bill managed to turn me on in every way possible, and when he kissed me there, it was like no experience I had ever had. I quivered, shook, trembled and yelled, all at once, but Bill didn't quit, driving me higher on that plain of desire. When he asked me to marry him, I said yes of course, then sealed our pact by tending to his needs. Bill's dad walked me down the aisle, while Prue and Cathy were my bridesmaids, Carol was my Maid of Honor. We honeymooned in Hawaii, but we might as well have stayed at home, because, much to my continuing joy, we didn't see much of the islands.