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Chapter Twenty Week twenty one and I was still trying to get clear from Sam what a real girl's night out was. She told me that the whole idea was to get dressed up in the sexiest outfits possible, then have enough drink to lose some inhibitions. You then went dancing and the idea was to do as many naughty things as you wanted to without grabbing a man and getting laid. That is unless you met the right hunk and wanted to get laid. I was definitely not sure whether I should be part of it. "Tom, two things, firstly you have less than seven months left to find a man, convince him that you are wonderful and get him to fall in love with you to the extent that he not only proposes but that the wedding is arranged. The guy has to be well off and straight. In order to achieve that, you are going to have to give yourself up to being a woman for at least the next several months. If you don't believe it, no one else will. Remember the options are either to achieve that, or to get enough dirt on Justin to get him put away. In five months we have come up with suspicions but not one single bit of evidence. The chances are looking a long shot. The alternative is that we lose the wager. You will end up, in Thailand, out of your mind on drugs, selling yourself to anyone who will buy, until such time as Justin gets bored with the joke and you disappear. In the meantime I will have become the shit's plaything here. You, have no option. You have to go for it and get over your inhibitions. I hate it, but I need you to live and stay with me, whatever. You are my partner and my soul mate and I will stick with you forever, regardless of how this changes. I am doing whatever I can to help you be the killer babe that you need to be" I was brought up short by Sam's very blunt assessment of the situation. I had not really realized how much Sam was pushing me on, helping me. "Hang on, you said there were two reasons why you wanted a girls night out. What was the other one?" "For the last twenty one weeks, I have been holding back, putting my needs into the background so that I can help you become a convincing woman. I am now frustrated as hell, in danger of becoming explosively horny and I need to let my hair down." I had been told in no uncertain terms. The lovely Danny was set the task of investigating the problems that the NHS trust had with Justin's system. He was gone all week. When he returned he had a puzzled look. "Ok guys, I am really unsure about what is going down. I saw the spec as you did when you bid for the work. I have been through what Justin has installed and it does not make sense. There are some bits that are fit for purpose and meet the spec. There are some bits that are nowhere near the spec but work. There are bits that are near the spec and are such rubbish that they do not work. It is a mess. If they want a price to patch up the system you are going to need to be very careful. I have written down my estimates of what needs to be done and a rough calculation of the design and programming hours required. I have not been able to calculate the installation costs. It is a mess. They can not have had proper diligence over the contract, the quality of the product and the control over installation. I think something stinks." Danny left us with his comprehensive report and went home for the weekend. Justin had clearly managed to win the wager with an inferior product that was not fit for purpose. The only problem was that the wager was over who won the contract, not who could produce a workable system. We decided that we would follow up this information and see if we could find a way out. Preparations started for the big girl's night out. We went to get our hair and nails done. My toes and nails were done in a green that was slightly darker than my party dress. Sam's were a deep red to match her skirt. We were pampered and preened and then returned home for a lovely smelly relaxed bath. When I just relaxed and let it happen, it was a lovely experience. Funny how your view of life can change. Sam helped me with my make up and I was entranced with the girl with the smokey green eyes that looked back at me from the mirror. Sam was the perfect contrast with her deep blue eyes and honey blond hair. By the time I had my tight fitting fine woolen dress, my gaff, the belt, shiny sheer stockings and sandals that were higher at over two and a half inches than I had ever worn. My dangly ear rings flashed and sparkled and looked great against my auburn hair. I was sex on legs. I was pleased with how I looked until I saw Sam fully dressed. Her top was loose but almost completely see through. Her bra was a wisp of lace and did nothing to hide the curve and shape of her breasts and nipples. Her skirt showed off her bum to perfection and the five inch heeled shoes made her legs and bum taught and sexy. She was hot. One look and my todger was straining at the gaff. My nipples also started to make their presence obvious. Sam saw the look in my eye. "Down boy, it has taken me an age to look like this and you are not spoiling it." We poured ourselves a glass of wine and waited for the girls to arrive. The first was Donna. She was about the same height as me but willowy slim. She was wearing a pair of red hipster pants in a fine strechy material that must have been painted on. Her thong peeked above the back of her pants. Her top only just covered her C cup boobs and hung like a pelmet leaving her flat stomach exposed and drawing attention to her pierced naval. Her hair was up and she was wearing a pair of shoes with heel heights the same as Sam. I had to look up to her. Air kisses and hugs and I gave Donna a glass of wine. Angie was second to arrive. Angie is the shortest of the group at about five foot two. She was looking a cross between cute and really hot. Angie was blessed with the most ample boobs of the group. She was wearing a flimsy summer dress with thin shoulder straps and a low neckline. Under it she had on a lacy bra that presented her lovely ample bosom to the world. It was difficult to take your eyes off her boobs but if you did, you were rewarded with the sight of her thong and hold up stockings through the dress. Angie's shoes were almost as extreme as the other two's. Megan was the last to arrive. She was wearing a dress that was little more than a basque. Her waist was hugged by the basque and her beautiful tits presented above it. Her boobs were thrust up and you could just get a peek of the nipple if she moved quickly. She wore a short skater skirt under it and a pair of sheer tights. It turned out that I was the only one not brave enough for the killer heels. Megan was about two inches shorter than me normally. With her heels on she was, maybe, a fraction taller. We killed a couple of bottles of wine while the girls related stories of other girl's nights out. Megan, Donna and Jackie each related situations where a girl's night out had ended up in bed with some hunk, or in one case the back of a car and in another case a local park. I had no idea that they were capable of such wanton behaviour. There were tales of men being led on and then left with their trousers down. The tales became more and more hilarious and lewd. I noticed that Sam had not retold any times that she had got laid on a girls night out but did relate to a couple of occasions before we were married where she had come close and one occasion when she had given a man a hand job while dancing in public. Another time she had come on the dance floor when a man was fingering her. I was shocked that the girls could have been so wanton. Next it was into a taxi and off to the club. We went straight to the bar and had our first round of shots. Whilst we ordered the second the first challenge was set. The last person to get approached and chatted up bought the next shots. The rules were that there were no holds barred but everyone had to tell the truth. Straight away the girls started acting more outrageously. Dressed as they were we soon had men buzzing round us. There were flirty smiles, laughter and chat. I was watching mesmerized when I felt a presence next to me. He was ok but nothing that would set the heart racing. Soon we were chatting. I was self conscious and slow. Soon after the men were dismissed and I was told that I was the slowest and that I had to pay for the shots. The next challenge was who would be the last escorted to the dance floor. No sooner had the challenge been set than the girls were eying up the men giving the come on signals. Again I was left standing in seconds. A short hesitation and a rather good looking young man who was probably a few years younger than me chatted me up and we danced. Three dances later and we were back at the bar. The shots were on me again and they were double shots. The next challenge was to have a dance where our bums were groped. I was starting to get a buzz and was getting fed up with buying all the shots. I gave a come on smile to a good looking young man who was tall and athletic. I soon moved in to him so that his arms circled my waist. I ground into him and his hands went down to cup my bum. It was rather a nice feeling having my bum fondled while we shmaltsed together. I could feel his muscularity through his shirt. We stayed like that for two more dances before I returned to the girls. Again I was the last and paid up. The next challenge was to get our tits felt up. Megan said that she already qualified during the last dances and so did Sam. That left Jackie, Donna and me. Donna went back to a guy that she had been dancing with before as did Sam. In no time I was back in a clinch on the dance floor. My nipples were standing out like chapel hat pegs, because I was willing my man to touch my breasts. My breasts may have been small but they were hungry to be touched. I danced as sexily as I could and slowly felt his hand move up my side. I could barely wait for his hand to reach my nipple and moved to make it more available. When he finally touched my breast cupped it and played with the nipple through the fine wool it was as if I had had an electric shock. We spent the next two dances with him fondling first one then the other. People could see and I did not care. When I finally dragged myself away it struck me that I could describe the feel of those hands in detail but if you asked me to describe his face I would have been pushed. Again I lost and bought the shots. Donna had bought her guy back to the bar as had Megan. We got our heads together and the next challenge was a snog with tongues. Donna claimed to have qualified already. Megan disappeared back to the dance floor with her man and was in a tongue clench with her man in no time. Sam was quickly back with a guy she had danced with before and was soon lip locked with him. That left Angie and me. I was not going to be left out last again. I spotted a hunk of a guy nursing a drink at the bar. He was good looking, well presented and alone. I went up to him and said that I was very sorry but that I had an over whelming need to kiss him and that I would be very much obliged if he would indulge me. He looked briefly taken aback then a big smile crossed his face and he said he would be honoured as he took me in his arms. He was a fair bit taller than me even with my heels on. He was solid and hunky. Our lips met softly at first then I started to tickle his lip with my tongue. In no time we were in a hot and steamy clinch. I had flash backs to my time in Belgium. I had initiated a kiss with a man and was being thoroughly turned on by it, we kissed for a while then chatted then kissed then had a dance and kissed . I said that I had to go freshen up but that I would meet him back at the bar. When I returned to the girls Donna Megan and Sam had guys in tow. We freshened up our make up and Jackie had to buy the next shots. Sam said we had just under half an hour before taxi time and the last challenge was skin on skin, hand on fanny and/or hand on cock. We had another shot and while the other girls went off with their partners, I went off to collect my hunk. I kissed him hello again and it developed into a full blooded snog. He suggested that we find a quiet place where we could concentrate on what we were doing. He led me by the hand until we found a booth. We settled in behind the table and started the tongue tango again. I was getting good at teasing his tongue and nipping his lips. I felt his hand on my thigh caressing and starting to move upward he reached the bare flesh above my stockings and pleasant as the sensation was, I came to my senses enough to take his hand firmly in mine, remove it from my leg and place it on my boob. We were side by side in the booth and he was able to reach round my back and inside my dress via the low back. The feeling as he played with my nipple was wonderful. His slight stubble was a little rough on my smooth skin and he smelt very male. I knew that I could not have his hand on me so I started to explore. As I brushed the front of his trouser I could feel the bulge of his erection. I stroked it a few times through his trousers and he pressed my hand with his. His kissing became more urgent. I undid the zip of his trousers and rummaged inside. His cock sprung into my hand and free of its constriction. For the first time in my life I had my hand on a man's cock. It was hard as iron under a soft silky skin. It was fascinating. I slowly rubbed him and he let out little sighs of pleasure. I could feel his pre cum on my fingers, lubricating my hand. I started slowly wanting to make his pleasure last. I wanted to retain control over him. Every time I felt him close I slowed down eventually I went faster and faster till he exploded over my hand. He shot streams and I was lucky that my clothes did not get covered. Not only did I have a feeling of power over him but I came just before he did. We shuddered and flopped together. Typical man, as soon as he had got his rocks off, the intensity of his kissing dropped off. I took some tissues and cleaned him up as he started to soften. His cock was lovely. It was the same length and a little thicker than mine used to be. His glans was a beautiful shape and definitely larger than mine. I had never really thought of a cock as a beautiful object before, but it was. He asked me if we could either go back to my place or his, he was disappointed when I said that I was going home with my friends. He pestered me to agree to a date with him and I said that I would think about it. We exchanged phone numbers and after one last snog it was taxi time. All four of the others looked as though they had a bit of stubble burn, all had lips that looked well used. I supposed that I must look the same. Donna said that she was taking her hunk home and was going to jump his bones all night. The other four of us were laughing and joking as we got into the taxi. The first question was whether the last challenge had been achieved. Jackie said that she had been fingered by an expert. He had got her to orgasm twice. He was definitely potential for a return match. She could well give him a call. Megan said that her one was a rat, a hunk of a sexy rat, but a rat none the less. He had made no secret that he was married and that his wife was visiting her sister. He was pressing hard for her to go home and have sex in the marital bed. She could feel he was well endowed when we were dancing and she had already had a feel. When they found a quiet place he made no bones about getting his old man out. She had been prepared to be pissed off about his behaviour, but when she saw the cock it was beautiful and substantial. She had an overwhelming urge to kiss it so she did and ended up giving him a blow job. Did she swallow? No I let it dribble out on his trousers. He was a mess. It served him right. Even then he was suggesting that I became his bit on the side. His cock was lovely but not that lovely. Had she come? Oh yes she had come earlier on the dance floor. He had been caressing her clit as they snogged. Very satisfactory. What about Sam? Skins both ways, she had been expertly manipulated by her partner and had come two times, she had reciprocated but had been a little disappointed with the size and quality of his todger. She hadn't been tempted in the slightest to give him a blow job. He had been a bloody good kisser though and he really knew how to fondle a girls breasts. Her nipples had had a fine workout that evening. Did she want to see him again? No not even for a good snog. His nipple technique was tempting but overall no. Ok what about Jen? Yes I had made my man come. I had no other option like the rest of them. What was his like? Rather beautiful and so silky and like iron as well. Did he come copiously? Oh yes I thought he would never stop. Did you come? Yes. Did you blow him at all? No. Were you tempted? The thought did cross my mind. Did I want to see him again? Did I? Of course not, but the idea tickled. We were then into ratings. Hunkiness: Sam 8 Jackie 7 Megan 8 Me 8 Movement Sam 6 Jackie 8 Megan 7 Me 7 Snogging Sam 9 Jackie 8 Megan 8 Me 9 Breast technique Sam 8 Jackie 7 Megan 9 Me 9 Finger technique Sam 8 Jackie 10 Megan 7 Me no score Cock size Sam 6 Jackie 8 Megan 9 Me 8 Cock beauty Sam 5 Jackie 7 Megan 9 Me 8 Total shagability Sam 7 Jackie 7 Megan 8 Me how do I judge? I am not shagable. But if I was 8 The whole evening I had not been jealous. I had not been mad at Sam for playing with men. I had not worried when she snogged men, was fingered and played with their cocks. It may have been very different if there had been a chance of her going to bed with someone else, but rightly or wrongly, that worry had not crossed my mind. I had been one of the girls that night, acting outrageously and having fun. We dropped the two girls off, got home and fell into each others arms on the sofa. "Did you enjoy that Jen?" "Yes that was one hell of a buzz. It was fun being bad and letting my hair down. I know it was wrong to egg each other on but it was fun." "How did it feel having men lusting after you?" "Strange but fun." "Was it nice having breasts for a man to play with?" "Yes, it was driving me crazy as he played with my nipples. I wanted him to kiss and suck them. It was the first time that I have been really pleased to have breasts." "What was the snogging like?" "At first I was reluctant but as soon as I just accepted that I was a girl, then it became exciting." "How was your first cock?" "Surprisingly beautiful, I had never thought that cocks could be beautiful." "Did you think of sucking his cock?" "The thought did cross my mind." "If you had been physically able, do you think you would have contemplated shagging him?" "I don't know." "What was it about his maleness that you found attractive?" "His smell, his strength, the hardness of his muscles, the softness of his lips, the beauty of his cock but most of all his lust for me, it made me feel powerful." "Welcome to the world of women, girl." We were silent and cuddled for a while. "Sam, how often do you have girls nights out?" "Not often, only on very special occasions." "Are they always that raunchy?" "Sometimes a little less, but generally the same or worse." "How often does it end up in bed with a stranger?" "What people do on girl's night out stays on girl's night out. No tales." That left me with a slight nagging doubt. Sam told me that she was still feeling so horny that if someone did not shag her in the next ten minutes then she would have to go out hunting for a man. I duly obliged as often as I could. We slept the sleep of the dead but when I awoke in the morning I was very conflicted as to whether I felt like a man or a woman. When I told Sam how I was feeling, she cuddled me for a while and told me that for now I needed to be a woman. Any time that I felt masculine and wanted to give her a good seeing to, I was more than welcome. She said that she understood exactly how I felt. She was having difficulty seeing me as a man. I no longer smelt like one, felt like one, or acted like one. I may have gathered from the night before that she was extremely heterosexual and related totally to men. She said that we had no choice but to continue down the road we were on. She loved me totally and whatever happened we would stay partners. She wanted us to bring up a family as mother and father, but, if there was no other choice, as mother and mother. Chapter Twenty One Week twenty two and we kept looking for suitable candidates for me to meet. I had a couple more initial dates but it was so hard to find anyone who was acceptable and wanted a real relationship. In the meantime we worked on coming up with an estimate for the work that was needed on the system that Justin had sold the NHS. Sam and Danny worked together to come up with a price. The calculations showed that it was going to cost the trust almost as much as it would have cost them to install our system in the first place. We gave them our estimate. We discovered that the person who was in charge of the procurement was different to the man who had previously been in charge. When we enquired about him, we were told that he had moved on to another role. This was worth following up. Week twenty three and the trust accepted our quote. We were amazed that they had acted so quickly, but they assured us that they had no choice. We decided that Sam, Megan and Danny would work on the Trust project and Jackie, Tim and I would look after all the other business. We would split freelancers between us. We were now into the start of May and we hit a patch of warm and sunny weather. We took to working outside whenever possible and Sam suggested that we use the opportunity to get some tanning. The girls worked in bikinis when outside and with a wrap on when they came indoors. Sam looked stunning in her bikini. It was barely decent and you could just see the edge of her butterfly. I wore a skimpy top, I did not have much to cover but I felt better with a bikini top on than going topless. It was really strange being on show in a bikini. I needed a sufficiently full bottom to hide my gaff. It brought home to me how feminine my shape was becoming. The boys all wore shorts. I became aware that they guys tended to have a larger than usual bulge in their shorts when they were working round the bikini clad girls. When I commented on that fact to Sam her only response was. "Yes, I know, fun isn't it. You get to assess what each guy is packing and how easily aroused they are. You never know when that information will be useful." And with that she gave me an exaggerated lewd wink. We went to the gay club for a night out on Saturday but I had the feeling that Sam's heart was not in it. Week twenty four and we were well into the work on patching up the Trusts system. I don't know whether I was pleased or not that the heat wave ended and we went back to normal clothing. The reduction in sexual tension was palpable and the work rate went up noticeably. I had been seeing my mum and dad fairly regularly and mum had just taken it her stride to treat me as a daughter. It was clear though that she was concerned that everything was alright between Sam and me. She asked straight out whether our sex life was still good. When I asked her why the question she said that she had the impression that Sam was fidgety. I had also picked up on the same feeling. I needed to talk with her about it. Interesting information came from the NHS Trust. The person who had been responsible for the procurement, one Jonathon King-Smyth, had been moved sideways out of purchasing and into some job in grounds and services, whatever that was. It appeared that his purchase of Justin's system had been seen as a bad error and thus the sideways move. It was commonly agreed that he was a thoroughly nice chap and it must have been a temporary lapse of judgement. We were not so sure and decided to investigate. Sam, Megan and Danny took every opportunity to find out about Mr King-Smyth. Megan was sure that while she was working on the system in the Trust buildings, she could hack into the payroll and HR records without fear of discovery. During the week I had another session with the doctor. He was still amazed at the speed with which I was responding to the hormones. He reduced my estrogen input slightly and my testosterone blockers were reduced by a significant amount. He said that at the rate my testicles were atrophying, they would probably have ceased producing any testosterone by my next visit. I was very close to complete chemical castration. He said that I might as well get them removed because they no longer had any useful function and were now merely a cancer risk. I asked what would happen now if I decided to change my mind and revert to being a male. After giving me a strange look he answered that from now on I would need to take a testosterone supplement for the rest of my life. I would need a double mastectomy. My muscle mass could return with a sufficiently large dosage of testosterone. My penis size would never return to its previous full size but some recovery in firmness would be experienced. My beard would never grow back in any real sense. My moods would probably change and my skin and hair would become more coarse. My face would remain quite feminine unless I had more surgery done. In other words, I would never return to being the Tom that I was, but I could achieve a somewhat lesser version. I kept Sam up to date with the latest from the Doc and I could tell that the information upset her. She was putting on a brave face. We decided to review where we were. I was living virtually all the time as a woman. At work and whenever we went out I presented myself as a woman. It was second nature for me to use my female voice now, even when I was cross. I wore my gaff all day and everyday except for sometimes at the weekend when we were slobbing about. I wore women's clothes all the time except when I was dressed in sweats. I put on make up without thinking. I decided that the coming weekend I would be Tom to see if I still could. By the end of the week we had found out that our Mr King-Smyth was married with a family that was grown up. He had two passions, golf and The Masons. My dad was a mason so I would recruit him to find out what he could. Tim played golf and we agreed to pay his green fees so that he could play at our target's golf club. At the weekend I ditched bra, panties and gaff. I wore my old boxer style pants and I tried on an old pair of my jeans. They were far too uncomfortable. My shape had changed too much. I found a baggy old pair of shorts that were comfortable and donned an old sweat shirt. I stomped about in a male manner and talked in my old Tom voice. I was careful to use male mannerisms, especially rummaging my meat and two veg. I thought I was doing ok until we decided to watch a film that evening. By the time we got through the film we had both had a good cry at the sad parts. What a girly reaction. I had felt odd with no bra. My nipples were rubbing against the roughness of my sweatshirt and I was conscious of the jiggle and weight of my boobs when I moved. Sam had tried to keep a straight face all day but when she saw me absent mindedly caressing a nipple during one of the sex scenes in the film, she burst out laughing. "Tom, Jen you have been acting like a bull dyke all day. It is as if you are a woman trying to convince all and sundry that you are really a butch bloke. I love you for trying, but for as long as you are on a diet of estrogen and deprived of your man juices, then I think you have to go with what comes naturally. I can live with it. I have to." When we talked about my efforts I had to admit that I found the female clothes comfortable and that dressing up was fun. I liked trying to co ordinate colours and textures. I felt more confident, if I put a little make up on before I went out. I enjoyed wearing jewelry. I loved the feel of dangly ear rings touching my neck. I liked brushing my auburn hair. For now at least I was a million miles away from the rugger bugger, testosterone fueled guy that I had been before. On Sunday the sun shone. We are lucky to have a large garden that is not overlooked so we spent a large part of the day lying naked in the sun, reading, dozing and making love. We both loved being naked in the sun. Chapter Twenty Two Week twenty four and we were progressing well with the NHS trust work. Megan had found a massive amount about King-Smyth. We knew what his bank accounts were for payroll and expenses purposes. We knew his address, his job history, his medical history, his family and so much more. It was interesting that his salary was paid into a joint family account but his expenses were paid into his named account in a totally different bank. Dad had agreed to find out any dirt through the Masonic lodges. I spent a couple of evenings following Mr Smyth home and watching the comings and goings at his house. It all looked pretty normal, but he did have a rather nice Porche in the garage. He never seemed to use it for work, only in the evening. Sam and I despaired of finding a suitable target for me through the dating sites. Donna came up with a brilliant suggestion. She had heard that a friend of hers loved walking and after breaking up with her husband, she had joined a walking group. The group was mostly singles and the people were genuine and nice. It sounded a great idea. I was going to join at least two walking groups. Weekends were going to be spent rambling in the country, it would reduce my Sam time, but at least I enjoyed walking. After a few days research, we found the best options. One group met weekly on a Saturday and another two met every other week on a Sunday. I was going to end up getting very fit. We asked Megan whether she thought she could hack into the bank system to get a print out of Mr Smyth's bank statements. She said that it was too risky for her and almost certainly out her range. She said that she did know someone who might do it for a fee. She would ask him. When we were sitting around after dinner Sam had been engrossed on the computer. "That's it, all settled, we go next week for one week." "Where?" "South of France." "How?" "We are close to finishing the trust project. What we don't finish by the end of next week, we can leave to Megan and Danny. You are going to wear your most butch outfit, put your hair in a boys pony tail and pretend to be male for the journey there and back." "Very funny." "We fly into Bezier and have a car booked. We are stopping in a naturist camp site in a caravan." "What? Don't be silly. How can I be naked with tits and a willy?" "No problem. I have researched a way that you can look like a woman naked. What you do is to use surgical glue to tuck your willy back between the cheeks of your bum, then pull the folds of your scrotum over it to look like the folds of the labia and glue it all down. I have seen pictures of it and it looks very real. I even found a lady who does the glueing and you have an appointment to see her on Friday. The glue is good for at least a week but will start to come apart after that. No gaff for a week and I will have you all to myself." "When did you start to arrange all this?" "Three weeks ago, I realized that once you start courting and going walking and all, I shall probably only see you at work, at breakfast and in bed. I want you all to myself even if it is only a week. Oh and here is your international naturist card in the name of Jenifer, photo and all. On the plane and hiring a car, you will be my husband, at the camp you will be the cousin that I live and work with. I thought sisters might cause a few raised eyebrows when we snog." It sounded great. I couldn't wait. "I suppose you realise, that if your willy is going to be out of sight and action for the week, you only have two more days to give me a good rodgering, so no more idling, you have a job to do." We spent as much of the next two days making love as we could. On Friday evening we went to see a nurse who in her spare time worked with transgender and transvestite people. First I had to have the hair on my scrotum removed. She then showed us how push my balls up into my body cavity, fold the penis into the empty scrotum and use the surgical glue to create a very realistic labia. I could still pee out of the rear end of the false labia. Once that had been completed I needed a bit of sculpting of my pubic hair and, voila, I looked all girl. Later that evening, I stood, naked, in front of a long mirror and inspected myself. I looked all woman. I looked tall and a little bit chunky, with the slim hips of an athlete, a flat stomach and the slightly broad shoulders of a swimmer. I had a small but well formed bust with nipples that reacted to just about everything. Anyone looking at me would have seen an attractive athletic woman. I kind of liked what I saw. In the morning we were up at the crack of dawn. Our packing was simple. All we needed was a couple of pairs of knickers and bras, a sun dress, a pair of shorts a couple of tops and a wrap for covering up when we had too much sun. We had already started to get a tan in the garden. It was a beautiful warm mid May morning when we arrived in Beziers and picked up the car. About forty minutes later and we were being shown round our caravan. Clothes came off as quickly as possible and we headed to the pool. It is a lovely feeling swimming naked in the sunshine. It felt strange with boobs. They almost felt like water wings. I was very conscious of them as I swam. They may have been small, but they were there. My arms brushed against them when I swam the crawl. The camp covered many acres of woodland, meadow and heath. The concentration of chalets and caravans was very low and it being May, there were very few tourers. Most of the clientele were a lot older than us, probably pensioners. There were a few young couples with preschool children and some about our age. Everybody was happy, welcoming and very easy to talk to. We crashed out with our books by the pool for a while. As men walked by I could hear Sam muttering to herself. When I asked her what she was saying, she said that she was marking the men on the size and the beauty of their todgers and their overall shagability. From that point on we would score the first two factors and the last was decided by the question, would you, and a thumbs up or down given. I became aware fairly soon that when Sam walked about, stretched or did her exercises some of the men had to turn on their stomachs to avoid embarrassment. I wondered if I could have the same effect and to my delight I did cause some embarrassed hiding of stiffies. Sam admitted to me that she had been playing games earlier and promised to behave in future, yeah likely. We walked round the grounds hand in hand. It was so beautiful with the wildflowers and the teeming bird life. After the stress of the previous six months it was as if we had stopped the world and stepped off it into paradise. We ate in the little restaurant in the evening. We just wore our wraps tied over our boobs. Some people dressed for dinner others stayed naked. It was warm and friendly and the food was simple but good. The local wine was of a very drinkable quality so we indulged. When we went back to the cabin Sam started my education. She took me right back to basics of how to touch her to give her the greatest pleasure. She taught me where her greatest pleasure spots were. She slowly instructed me how I could bring her to climax after climax without ever penetrating her with my dick. It was a dream. She showed me how I could use my lips and tongue as well as my fingers. I learned for the first time how to manipulate her clitoris with my tongue, how to use it to find her g spot, how to gently stimulate her bum with my tongue. I learned so much about giving pleasure. I could keep her riding high on a wave of intense pleasure. Why had she never taught me this before? I also learned how intense my pleasure could be. She showed me what pleasure I could have just from her hands and lips on my boobs. My biggest surprise was how sensitive I was between my legs. By stroking the lips of my false labia and applying a little pressure I would be driven to an intense orgasm. The area between my cock and my sphincter was an erogenous zone that I had not discovered before. Sam could bring me to ecstasy by playing with my sphincter. I had never felt so aroused in so many ways before. I suppose that my sexual pleasure had been so centred on my dick that I had not allowed myself to be aware of all the other pleasures. Kissing was now an art form. We could both get to the cusp of an orgasm by kissing alone. Our days were spent soaking the sun, walking, swimming and making slow languorous love. In all the time I had been with Sam, I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure. It was never a rush to orgasm. It was an intense peak of pleasure that went on and on and on. We talked and talked about the pleasure we could give each other. I asked Sam why she had never taught me how to give her pleasure like that before. She told me that I had not been ready to learn and if I had stayed as Tom I probably never would have. She really missed the raunchy full on sex that she used to have with Tom, but this was a lovely alternative. I could not argue with her. We made love like two women and the sharing and the understanding were complete. During the week we had kept in touch with Jackie and Megan. All was going smoothly with our projects. They had almost completed the Trust project and everything else was fine. Megan said that she had contacted her super hacker contact. He was happy to do what we wanted for a ?5000 fee. He could not start for four weeks though because he was doing a freelance job for the government. At the end of our idyllic week Sam sat me down to talk. "I want to talk to both Tom and Jen. I think Tom is slowly disappearing and Jen is becoming more real. I wanted to show both of you how much I love you. I wanted to reassure you that I still love you and want you. I still have the Tom that I love, all of that is still here. I now have Jen as well and this is a big bonus. I love having you as my girlfriend, Jen is more than just bits of Tom. She is a real person and I love her to bits. I would hate to lose her out of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and Tom. I want us to have children together and I am getting really broody. I want to have a family with Tom and Jen. We can be two mums together if necessary. I don't care that we are in danger of Justin wrecking our lives. I want our child. If everything goes wrong and Justin takes you away from me, I will still have our child. If you agree I would like to come off contraception and start trying to get pregnant as soon as possible. If we are lucky it might happen in my first or second cycle. I contacted the sperm bank and fertility clinic and I could have my first try in just over two weeks time. I am sorry to dump this all on you, but it is something that I really want. Before you make your mind up, though, there is one other rather delicate thing that I need to talk to you about. The Tom that I love is still there, the Jen that I love is now there as is the Jen I lust after. The Tom that I lust after is disappearing. I have a feeling that he may never come back. Your love making is becoming more and more naturally feminine. It is much more Jen than Tom. I think that it will be almost entirely Jen soon. I know that I am heterosexual and Tom awoke in me a love and a need for full on raunchy sex. I love being taken by a testosterone fuelled man. I am afraid that every now and then I will want a good seeing to. I do not want to be unfaithful to either Tom or Jen but at some time, as an alternative to Jen, I am going to need a man. I suspect that I will want a no complications shag, not love making. I think that sex with a man, who I have no demands on and has no demands on me, would be the answer. I don't know whether I would be able to do without the occasional heavy duty shag. If Tom were able to return it will not be necessary. This is something that is very difficult to say, but I know that I will start to itch in a way that Jen can not scratch. The bottom line is that I want us to have our family and I want us to be together forever but I do suspect that my heterosexual lust is an itch that at some stage I will find difficult to avoid scratching." The suggestion of starting a family came as a great surprise. The question of the itch had been a concern that had been growing in my mind for weeks. I knew that my erections were getting less frequent, slower and not so big. I knew that our love making was as much lesbian as heterosexual now. I knew that the last week had been gloriously lesbian, but I was scared. I had seen how much Sam enjoyed male attention at the girl's night out. I did not want to lose her. It occurred to me that I had not been jealous that night. That had just been playing though. What would I feel about her having sex with another man? Would I be able to cope. At that moment I did not think so. Our journey back was quiet. Both of us were deep in thought. Sam had been making a statement, not asking permission. She had realized that she had a need that would still remain, even if I was unable to fulfill it. She had been totally relaxed and comfortable making love to me woman to woman for the last week. It was also clear that there was some confusion and discomfort when we were making love both heterosexually and as two women at the same time. When we got home we made beautiful lesbian love again and continued on and off through the Sunday. On Sunday evening we talked. "Sam, I love the idea of us starting a family. If all goes well, then we will both be there to bring up the children. If I end up dead in a Thai brothel, then I will know that you will be safe with our child. I will be the best mum or dad, if I get the chance, and I know you will make a lovely mum. The big elephant in the room is your sexual need. Ever since this whole thing started I have been terrified of losing you. I know you love men. I know you love sex and need it. I know that I am becoming less and less a man. I often forget that I am a man and the majority of the time I think of myself as female now. I know that heterosexual sex with me now is not as satisfying as it was and it scares me. I do not know if I could handle you having sex with another man. I don't know what knowledge of you being with another man would do to me. Thank you for being open with me. We need to keep talking about all the real deep problems if we are going to get through this. I had no problem with you snogging and groping another man on girl's night out but that was just a wicked game we were all playing. I want us to have a family and yes please can we go ahead with the fertilization."