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Five years of my life, up in smoke. I'd been suspicious of Claire for a while. Nothing major, just the odd thing. How she was more careful of her appearance. She was staying at work a lot later. She'd started being more cruel towards me, taking potshots that I wasn't the most masculine of guys. Making cracks like I wasn't a real man because I liked watching Strictly, how I'd probably prefer to wear the dresses (I didn't. Well, not then at any rate) or be held by the big muscular men, how enjoying cooking and baking made me somehow less masculine. This hurt me a lot. Not in the way she intended. Why should it? Most of my best friends were women, and I didn't see anything wrong with actually being female. No, what really hurt me more was the fact that she was using this as something to try and hurt me with in the first place. Anyway, it all came to a head that one day in December, just a week before Christmas. She confessed to having been seeing Darren at work and was moving out to live with him. I was devastated. As I said, we'd been together five years. We'd made our home together. OK, I'd paid the bills and the mortgage as my job as an IT analyst paid a lot more than her job in a bank, but it was OUR home, and now it was empty. It was all mine, but felt deserted. The name I'd been christened was Keith, but I hated the name. I'd not been blessed with a middle name I could use, so I just went by the initial, K. Nobody called me Keith, apart from my mother, and she had died a while ago, or my bank, especially on my credit card. As guys go, I didn't cut particularly masculine figure. I was slightly built, and short at 5ft 3in, but I didn't care. I was smart and quite successful, i had nothing to prove to anyone. I never had an issue with being on the small side, apart from the problems I sometimes had buying clothes, but I'll talk more about that later. After the break up, I took a few days off until the new year. It was the bleakest Christmas I'd ever had, and i was still in a raw state when I got back to work. I tried to hide it in the office, but my colleagues knew something was up. Maybe it was the red eyes from crying, or suddenly getting up in a meeting and heading to the toilet when something set me off. My best friend at work, Dani, was my shoulder to cry on. She was fab, so strong but so empathic, and never let me wallow in self pity as she could say just the right thing to cheer me up. She was the perfect buddy and she really took me under her wing. As I said, most of my friends were women, and I never really thought of my female friends as potential partners, it just seemed wrong, somehow disrespectful, like I was somehow thinking of them as objects, rather than people. This was especially the case with Dani as she was gay, so any sort of attraction was never an issue. "Come on, K, you need cheering up. Why not come to Zumba with me next Tuesday? We can go for pizza and put the world to rights over a bottle of pinot grigio later." "Oh, I don't know Dani. I can't dance. Besides, I've been surviving on takeaways since we split. I'm a physical mess!" "You don't need to be really fit or be able to dance. Some of the other girls are awful, but they have a great time!" "Girls?" "Yes, it's usually only women that tend to go, but don't let that put you off, they're a great crowd. Besides, you might meet someone. Who knows?" "You'd better not be trying to set me up with someone!" "Well, there is Barbara. She's a widow, and only just over 70." "No Way! I'm not going to a Darby and Joan Club!" "I'm just winding you up, mate. They're a great crowd. I promise you'll leave with a smile on your face! I'll pick you up at 6:00, be ready to sport!" So I got home from work early on Tuesday. Against my better judgement I put on a pair of tatty combat shorts, an old Star Wars T-shirt and my trainers which were getting a bit worn. I hovered near the window to see Dani spring up the front door step and ring the bell. She looked fabulous: a pair of leggings in a pale blue leopard print, a skimpy crop top to match, powder blue trainers to set off the whole ensemble. Her figure was amazing. I could see that Zumba might be a good way to get in shape. I opened the door and she burst out laughing. "Have you been to the charity shop? Wait, is that a BBQ sauce stain on Chewbacca's face?" "Oh, don't be mean. You know I'm not sporty. And, who would serve Chewbacca with bbq sauce? Anyone know for Wookies it's gravy!" "Well, you can get away with that outfit this time, but if you're going again. I'm taking you shopping! I don't care if you gyrate like Nureyev, you can't do it if you look like a tramp" Dani drove us to her gym and I went into the studio, gingerly. There were about 20 women in various colourful Lycra outfits. I definitely felt like the dumpy relative at a wedding. There were from all ages too. I was introduced to Dani's best friends in the class. There was Barbara, who had a great figure for a 70 year old, then there was Julia, another slim woman with short dark hair, about 50; Gail, who was a bit younger, maybe 35ish, with long blonde hair. Natalie was more curvy, but still looked sexy and nimble. We had a chat then the instructor took the stage. Lisa was stunning: a little androgynous with short platinum hair in a sort of quiff with her toned body encased in a Zumba-branded set of Lycra in neon pink. She asked if anyone was new, as if I didn't stick out like a sore thumb being the only guy in the crowd and wearing the worst outfit the studio had seen. She spoke to me, reassuring me that the moves seemed difficult at first, but I'd pick them up as I went on. I returned to my position just behind Dani to follow her moves. The music kicked in and it got me right in the pit of my stomach, jazzy Latino, utterly infectious. I had just about figured out the moves for one track, then it was time for another. There was a lot of modern dance music as well as the Latin, and a couple of standards, like Tina Turner's version of Proud Mary. I was nervously self-conscious at first, but once I relaxed and got into the music, I was off, salsaing, mamboing and chasseing with the best of them. I was a puddle of sweat at the end of the hour, but then I realised I had a huge grin on my face, the first time I'd felt that happy in weeks. Dani noticed "Get a load of Wayne Sleep here! You were great and looked like you were having fun!" "That was awesome! I've not felt this good for ages. I think the pizza has to be on me!" So we left the gym, got home, showered and went out to Pizza Express and talked about lots of stuff, but mostly about how great Zumba was. "Wow, you took to that like a snake-hipped duck to water! You were great! You said you couldn't dance" "I can't, but that really struck a chord with me. It was more than the music and the moves, it was great to be part of the group. It felt so good. And the other women were so welcoming and friendly. You know, I was worried they might think I was just there to ogle, and I admit, as a straight man I couldn't help but notice I was surrounded by lithe women in lycra, but the best part was getting into the moves. So when are we going shopping?" "Shopping for what? Oh, better outfits? Well, as you're just one of the girls, I know someone who works at Pineapple Studios shop, so I could get you a great deal on some pretty pink floral leggings" "Behave, you cheeky cow! I'm not sure I'm ready for Lycra!" "Oh, babe, you've no idea how a great fitting pair of leggings feels. I did see a website for meggings, men's leggings. Perhaps you could try them. Or how about looking at some Zumba stuff?" "No, let's just get some fairly plain stuff. I might look at somewhere online like Decathlon, or head to Sports Direct, see what they have. Fancy a trip into town on Saturday afternoon, after your morning class?" "Two days time? You won't be able to walk after that class tonight, but I'll be your carer and provide crutches. The next day at work, I found out Dani had been right. I felt like I'd done a few rounds with Tyson Fury, and he'd hit me in places I didn't know existed on my body. Even though I had tender muscles all over my body, I got the feeling that people were happier to see me, or less concerned, at least. Maybe it was because I had a greater tendency to smile than anytime since the breakup a few weeks ago. Saturday came and I picked Dani up this time. I parked the car and we headed into the local shopping centre and the nearest sports shop. "You definitely need some shoes. Those things you had on your feet will wreck your knees, they've got no padding" I was dreading this becauseI've got really small feet, so Dani had hit on my weak spot. I really had trouble buying shoes. I was a 6 (actually a small, 6, probably a 5?) and most ranges of men's shoes started at 7. "Babe, I don't know. They've got nothing in my size" "What do you mean?" and she looked down "Oh, look at your diddy feet they're so cute! You know, women's shoes are smaller than men's? I bet you'd fit a pair of womens." She called the sales assistant over and said "My friend here has titchy feet, so I think he needs to try these in a 6" holding up a pink running shoe. I gawped in horror as she winked at me then said "Just kidding, can he try these?", this time holding up a more subtle shoe which was pale blue with an aquamarine flash on the side. They were Saucony and you'd probably say they were girly, but not too flamboyant. The assistant didn't bat an eyelid and disappeared into the stockroom for a couple of minutes, returning with a shoebox. I tried the contents on, expecting them to be too big, but they were perfect. My feet felt wonderful. I jumped up and down to test the cushioning and they were great, like standing on a thick carpet. "OK, we need to get you an outfit." I chose a couple of fairly drab T-shirts and a couple of basic pairs of shorts, nothing too fancy. "Mate, they're not going to set the studio floor alight, are they?" "Well, I'm hardly going to show up like the Sugarplum Fairy, am I?" "You'd so rock a tutu!" She put my selections down and picked out a turquoise running vest and a pair of black shorts with matching turquoise piping. They were loose fitting but quite skimpy. I took them and looked. "These are a size 10. They're women's shorts!" "Babe, your legs will look fab in these. They're unisex, try them on." So i popped into the changing room and pulled them on. They fitted really well and felt great to move in. I emerged from the cubicle and said, "OK, I'll go for these" She picked out a matching water bottle to go with them and some cute little socks in white. "Can't wait to see you in this lot next Tuesday! So Tuesday night came round and I changed into my new gym kit and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved how it all felt and I have to admit I looked, if not feminine, certainly androgynous. Something seemed to have clicked, like a light switching going on in my head. Dim, but definitely throwing out some new light I'd never seen before. There was something I liked about the look. It felt more like, well, me. Not that I'd ever felt any sort of unease with who I was, but I felt like the mirror, which had been telling little white lies, had now decided to reflect soemthing a bit more truthful. I must have stood there for a few minutes because the doorbell went, so i picked up my bottle and a towel and opened the door to Dani. "Wow, you look great, like a true Zumba diva! Well, you would do if you'd shaved your legs" I looked down and realised she had a point. I wasn't massively hairy, but my legs definitely had a look of a blond hobbit about them "I'll let that one go, but next time I will. I do like how the new look feels though. Let's Zumba!" This week I was greeted by the girls like a sister, and they admired my new outfit. "That colour is gorgeous, it really sets off your eyes" said Barbara. I felt like one of the gang even more. Even Lisa complimented me on my kit. Of course, this made my confidence soar, and it showed. I felt more comfortable with my moves, felt more fluid and felt my body moving like I was actually in the beat, like I was part of the music. I knew I was now hooked and there was no going back. I went every week. It became a routine, though next time I had taken a razor to my legs. It felt odd at first, but the moment I slid into my bed and felt the cool sheets on my bare skin, I was in ecstacy. I carried on going to Zumba in my turquoise outfit, came home on a high, stuck it in the washer and made sure it was ready for the next week. I started to notice my body was getting slimmer, I'd lost the paunch and my muscles, especially in my legs were looking more toned. Not bigger, just more shapely. I liked how I looked and felt. After one session, Dani dropped me off at my place and suggested I try some of her other fitness classes. Of course, I knew I had to. "I've got Body Combat on Thursday, Spin friday and there's a dance aerobics class on Saturday morning. You'll love them, but you'll need more gym clothes or else you're going to be working out in a corner on your own because there's no way you can do classes on consecutive days without washing them!" "OK, I think I need to get online and do some shopping." I remembered Dani mentioned meggings, so I did a quick search and found a site called sTitches which had some interesting designs. I was going to order a couple of pairs that were fairly subdued. Then I thought about Zumba and how everyone else in the class wore such vibrant, jolly colours so I decided I needed to go for multi-coloured designs. I quite liked the design called Funky Universe, but then I set eyes on Atomic Triangle. Then I knew they were the design I wanted. But what to get to wear on top? I really needed something to match, which, to be fair, as the leggings had a range of colours, shouldn't be too difficult. I found a women's purple running vest on Amazon which was perfect with the leggings. I wanted more, so I found Hygge Bands, a sort of tube you can wear as a headband, or as a sweat band on your wrist. I loved some of the looks of women wearing them to hold their hair back and they came in such lovely patterns and colours. I had ordered this stuff, and I was hoping it would come in time for my next class. Sure enough, it all arrived in time. I started to get ready and pulled on the leggings. Oh... my... God... they felt AMAZiNG on, especially with hairless legs. I put on the vest and the headband and checked myself out in the mirror. I'd definitely tripped over the threshold of androgyny, looking less like a guy wearing effeminate clothes and more like a vaguely butch woman wearing women's clothes. The hygge Band helped, looking like it was holding back longer hair than I actually had. Oh, let me tell you about my hair. I was born with a shock of bright red hair, and throughout my childhood it was a beacon for bullies. "Duracell", "Copper Knob", "Ginger nuts". I'd heard it all as I was growing up. It sometimes felt that my hair was so incandescently red that it actually glowed and people could see me for miles around. I felt it drawing attention to me wherever I went. When I was a teengaer, I tried growing it because I was into heavy metal. I failed as I never really had the courage to take it to its eventual end point of beyond shoulder length and being able to wear a ponytail if I fancied it. As I got older, I grew into my hair colour, as it also became more mellow. I also kept it shorter and neater as it was less high maintenance, just a slick of wax and away I went. Something had again clicked, though. One of the reasons I failed at growing my hair when I was younger was the embarrassment of being mistaken for a girl, because of its colour and my small size. Now, though, I wondered why I was so mortified by that. Really, now I would have welcomed the mistake. I was starting to think I liked being taken for female. I felt so at home as part of the zumba sisterhood, just one of the girls. I really liked the increasingly feminine image in the mirror when I was ready to go to aerobics. It was the new me, and I liked it. I was now certain I was going to grow my hair, properly this time. I started to identify with famous women with red hair, and how beautiful they were: Nicole Kidman, Christina Hendricks, Gillian Anderson, Alyson Hannigan. I was starting to see myself as one of them, a Titian sister. I was now proud of my red hair and I was going to grow my hair and wear a Hygge Band to actually hold it back. There came a knock at the door, and I answered it. "Wow, get you, glamour puss! You look fab. I love the head band. We'd better get going. Now, have you got your tampons in case your period starts?" "Bloody cheeky mare! It took me ages to put this look together." "Just kidding, babe. You look amazing. I'd kill for those legs. Anyway, let's go, or we'll be late." That night's class was great. The girls loved my leggings. Lisa even complimented me on my look after the session. "You've really blossomed, hon. I can't believe you're the same person that turned up a few weeks ago. You seem much more happy and you look amazing" "You have no idea, babe. I'm so loving this and everything it's given me. I feel so right being in this class and part of the gang" Once again, I was walking on air when I left the class. I wanted to push the envelope. I'd worn unisex or male clothes, but I wanted to try actual demale fitness wear. First thing I did was get on my laptop when I got in to order some more stuff. I discovered Tikiboo, a company that made the most incredible fitness wear. Their leggings and shorts have designs to die for. I went for some leggings in rainbow tiger stripe but they didn't have a matching vest or T-shirt. All they had was a sports bra top. I thought about it for a bit. I mean, it's not like I actually have boobs, but they looked like they were designed to keep things in place, so didn't matter what size you were, so I added one to my basket because to complete the look i needed one. I also bought a pink mesh- backed vest with the Tikiboo logo. I was going to love this outfit. I next tried Dani's dance aerobics class on Saturday mornings. This was a big step for me as it was the first time I'd actually set foot outside in daylight in my new fitness look. I didn't get so much as a glance. It's funny, people really don't take much notice of people they pass in the street. Next Zumba class, Dani couldn't make it, so I had to go on my own for the first time. I was so comfortable doing Zumba, it never bothered me. I wore my Tikiboo leggings and pink top. As great as the sTitches meggings were, the Tikiboo were in a league of their own. They felt so wonderfully soft, but supporting and made my legs and my bum look just plain luscious. I wore the sports bra under the vest and my hair was now long enough to need the Hygge band to keep my fringe out of my eyes. Then on the way home I remembered I needed to get a few provisions so stopped off at the supermarket on the way home. Only when I stepped into the brightly lit aisles did it then occurred to me that I was essentially dressed as a woman in a public space. For a moment of panic, I froze, then decided to just tough it out and do what I needed to do. I picked up a basket and sheepishly did my shopping. When wandering through the store, I came across the makeup display and I thought, some of the other girls wore makeup in class, just a slick of mascara, and maybe a subtle lippy, and some nail polish. Why not pick up some bits and pieces, and maybe have a play around? I bought some Maybelline dark brown mascara and a nude lipstick in a peach colour. I even tried it on my hand from the tester. For nails, i got a light pink to match my Tikiboo outfit. I threw them in my basket and headed to the checkout. The checkout assistant was a young man, maybe 20 or so. He scanned my items and then said it and I almost swooned. The words that came out of his mouth were "That's ?21.35, love". He called me love! He thought I was a woman! I flashed him a smile, in an attemptedly coquettish way, and got my credit card out of my quite masculine wallet and paid. Fortunately it was contactless, so he didn't see the obviously male name. I was totally buzzing as I drove home. I don't know why, but, again, being thought of as female made me ridiculously happy. I messed about a bit with the makeup I'd bought and looked up some Youtube tutorials, and just about got the hang of what i'd bought. However, I'd forgotten to get some nail varnish remover so had no way of getting the polish from my fingertips. Work was going to be interesting tomorrow. I suppose the people at work had noticed I was looking trimmer, my hair was longer, but I did tend to keep my clothes for the office conservative but casual, just chinos and an open-necked shirt. Sure, I was looking more svelte and my hair was getting a little longer, but there was none of my burgeoning androgyny in fitness classes bleeding into my work life. Well, not until I arrived sporting subtle pink nail polish. I didn't get a second glance that I noticed, then Dani came into my office and shut the door behind her. "Mate, the others have noticed your nails. I have to admit, they look great, but they are talking about it, and how you're looking a bit different. The hair, the smooth arms and now the nails. Are you sure you're OK with them gossiping?" "Dan, babe, I am loving the person I'm becoming and way I feel I'm growing as a person. Let them talk. I'm totally comfortable with it. You know what, maybe it's time to let my inner Zumba diva loose in the office! My wardrobe needs updating anyway. Maybe i should now be called Kaye, 'K', 'A', 'Y', 'E'. nobody would notice". We both chuckled. I got home that night and was straight on the Next website to look at women's workwear and got onto ordering some. After all these years I had been so underawed with the clothes on offer for men, and, worse still, the selection available in my diminutive size. Like shoes i struggled to get trousers to fit and shirts were often baggier than I liked. The women's selection, however, was incredible, there must have been easily a couple of dozen pairs of trousers to choose from. There was so much that felt liberating with this drift to being more gender neutral, but being able to choose exactly what I wanted, instead of picking one or two things that were the only thing they had in my size, at the small end of the range in men's clothes was a lovely side effect. And, OMG the shoes! The luxury i had to be able to choose any pair and know, after my experience with getting trainers, they would fit. I just upped and ordered a pair of gender-neutral navy blue loafers which, after my experience with trainers, I was confident would fit plus a couple of plain white blouses and two pairs of black trousers. Thanks God for online ordering and credit cards! So next Zumba, I was wearing mascara and my lippy and my Tikiboo outfit and a matching Hygge Band. Dani picked me up. "OMG, you're gorgeous! I mean, if I didn't know you had a cock, or were my best friend, I would be all over you like a rash. Babe, I didn't mean to upset you or anything in the office the other day. I'm so happy for you, and, I'll admit, a little turned on!" "I bet you say that to all the men, dressed as women on their way to do Zumba, you tease! It's stupid how quick things are progressing. I've never been happier and I owe it all to you, so I'll snog you, but no tongues" "Well, you know Lisa is a lezza as well, right? I think she has a thing for you too" "Babe, I love you like the sister I never had, but I'm not a woman so i'm not Lisa's type" We went to the class and we did the usual greeting hugs, and I did feel that Lisa held on a little longer to me than she did to the others. The class was awesome again. I'd gone from being the nervous, dumpy guy at the back to the svelte, lithe class member at the front in the fabulous outfit that everybody followed, all in the space of two or three months. It was all there, the whole package: the Lycra, the swivelling hips, the arms, the pout. I was in my element. Every track was my own Strictly routine and I would have been disappointed with anything less than a 10 even from Craig on the judging panel. After the class, there was an announcement. It turns out it was Julia's 50th next week, so the class were going out for a meal on the Saturday after class and maybe some dancing afterwards. Barbara said, "Oh, Kaye, you must come. We'll have a great time!" I was a bit hesitant, but Dani jumped in. "Of course you will, right, Kaye? I shot her a quick dirty look, but said, "Sure. I'd love to, if you'll have me along" "You're just one of the girls. Of course you have to come," said Lisa. Dani and me headed back to mine for a takeaway afterwards. "Dani, what did you do that for? Who is supposed to come, K or Kaye? I mean, if it's Kaye, I literally haven't got a thing to wear. I can't turn up at an Italian restaurant in fitness wear." "Babe, the girls know you as the skinny, flat-chested bird that stands at the front. That's who they see you as now. You're not the paunchy, nerdy, nervous geek that came to that first class those months back. You've got the figure to wear anything. I'm going to book you into my hairdressers on Saturday morrning, then I'm taking you out girly shopping that afternoon and because I'm so nice to you and because it means missing my dance aerobics, you're going to buy me lunch. Wear some jeans, some gym trainers and a clean T-shirt. I'll bring you a handbag you can borrow, and a purse. Oh, and don't forget to style your hair and put on your lippy (which is SO you, by the way) and mascara, but we'll be getting you lots more makeup. I was in the office the next day with a mix of anticipation, excitement and nervousness. One of office staff, Sarah, a lovely, friendly young woman who was due to get married in a few months. with came in asking if I wanted a coffee. "Yes, please, Sarah". When she brought it in, she noticed the nails. "That colour is lovely on you." I blushed "Thanks". She smiled at me, a kind of understanding, even empathic, smile. It made me feel good that I hadn't met with any negative feelings so far. Maybe I was just lucky. She blurted out, "Me and the other girls have noticed you've changed a bit. Really, it suits you. You seem much more at ease, and more approachable." I blushed even more. "Hon, that means more to me than you can ever know." Next morning I got up early and braved the early morning air for a run in one of my Tikiboo outfits (it was becoming a bit of an addiction). My collection of aerobics kit was expanding and had its own part of the wardrobe now. Well, after the breakup I had more space to fill, so why not? I'd also started running on my days when I didn't have any classes. I guess it was the endorphin high that I'd also become addicted to that kept me going. I'd bought some Tikiboo longsleeved tops and a jacket, plus matching new trainers in pink which were perfect for running. I ran through the park, past lots of other joggers, and nobody again batted an eyelid. There were no alarms going off, there was no big flashing sign over my head burning the word TRANNY! Into the retinas of passers by. Maybe it was because I was feeling more comfortable in my feminine guise. I bought a pastry and a cappuccino at a Costa on my way back. I gave my name and my cup came with the name "Kaye" scrawled on it. I guess I was passing as female. I got back to my house and had a shower. I gave myself a super-close shave. I'd started waxing the rest of my body, and my hair was quite fine and fair, so I didn't need to get rid of any more hair. I wore a unisex deodourant on my bare armpits and put on a pair of, admitedly male, jeans, but they were quite skinny. I also wore a Tikiboo T-shirt and matching saucony shoes. I applied the little makeup I possessed and blow-dried my hair into as feminine a style as I could. It was still fairly short, just below the bottom of my ears, but long enough to put a wave in to look fairly androgynous, if not absolutely femme Dani came to the door at 9. "Hi, babes. Looking good." "I don't know. I look like a bloke in jeans and an effeminate T-shirt. "Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. Your look says lesbian on her day off, rather than a bloke in jeans. You'll smash this!" We got in her car and she took me to her hairdressers, a fairly trendy place called Cutz. we were greeted by a middle-aged blonde, Irish woman who I later found out was the owner. "Hi, Clodagh. This is Kaye. could you give her something like a pixie cut?" "Oh, that would be perfect on her" Looking at me, she said, "Darling, your hair is a gorgeous colour. Do you have any Irish in you?" "Not for a couple of generations, but who knows before that? All of my Mum's family have red hair. I always used to hate it, but I'm really getting to love it now." "Believe me, darling, most women would kill to have that colour. Sure, I get loads of girls coming here to get their hair dyed like that, but it never turns out just right, like yours" She washed it, and got to work with the scissors. She kept most of the length, but added choppy layers. She finished off with a blow dry and some gorgeous smelling product that left it in place. I looked at my reflection, and Clodagh had worked miracles. I absolutely loved it. It was short, but softly feminine. She had framed my face beautifully, and the red colour seemed somehow more vibrant. I now felt that my red hair was a beacon again, but not this time drawing attention and shame on me that I had growing up, I felt my hair colour was now screaming "Look at me! I'm beautiful!" I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Oh, darling, I think I must have done something right! Here" Clodagh handed me a tissue, and I got up and was ready to go. Dani gave me a wolf whistle. "Wow, i knew Clodagh could work miracles, but you look nothing less than stunning, babe!" "I know! I can't believe it!" I almost sobbed. I paid the bill, leaving a big tip and gave Clodagh a massive hug. "Thank you, sweetheart. You have no idea how much this means to me!" "Ok, next stop MAC" Dani and me walked over to the big Debenhams and it only turned out she had made an appointment for a makeover at the MAC counter. Steve greeted me. He was a tall, thin guy who welcomed me like I was his best girlfriend "Hello, honey. You must be Kaye. Sit down and let's get started. I love your hair." He began by cleansing my skin. Then he applied primers, foundation, started working on my eyes, then my lips, blusher, powder and spritzed on something to set the look. I'd not seen what he was doing on my face as he'd hidden the mirror. He uncovered the glass and I gasped. Looking back at me was, not a small, effeminate man, but a gorgeous, redheaded woman. I saw Dani in the reflection grinning like a Cheshire cat. Again, i paid for steve's services and bought up the items he'd used on my look. I kissed him before we left. Me, a bloke, kissed another man. OK, it was on the cheek, and he was almost certainly gay, but I was so overcome, I was almost speechless. But above all, I'd never felt so happy Dani said to me, "Kaye, you are a total babe. If I didn't know there was a little extra there in your jeans I'd swear you were all woman. Let's do lunch. How about Bodega?" Bodega was a not-too-expensive tapas restaurant that did some good lunch deals. The concierge greeted us "Hello ladies. Table for two?" "Yes, please" said dani, so a waiter escorted us to a table in a window. I still felt a little self-conscious, but Dani put her hand over mine and said "Babe, you've got nothing to worry about!" The watier took our order. I ordered a gin and tonic and Dani had a diet Coke as she was driving. Food was great. We had great fun watching the people outside. We finished out drinks and I came to pay by credit card. The waiter brought the card machine over and, having been unflappable throughout the service, did a double take when I handed him my credit card with the name Keith on it, then he smiled and told me I looked gorgeous. My heart filled just a little bit more after the hairdressers and makeover had more than topped it up. I almost made a gaff when I went to the toilet before we left as I hovered over the men's before remembering I was a girl today, so used the ladies. "OK, let's get dress shopping." "You can't expect me to try a dress on in the women's changing room! I'll get run out of town, maybe tarred and feathered. I'll be in the Sunday papers!" "No you won't. Nobody has so much as raised an eyebrow at you. Well, apart from our waiter, and that was only when he saw your name on the credit card. Really, hon, I don't know why you never had it as K instead of Keith. Besides, it's not as if they're communal. No one's going to see your Special K." I had to admit, she had a point. "OK, let's go to Next. I'm getting Kaye's new workwear from there soon." "Next sounds good. What colour do you want?" "Green? That works in redheads. Or I always had a thing for red." "No, tell you what, every girl needs an LDB." She picked out a pretty little one with lacey sleeves in a skater style. It was gorgeous. She also chose a faux leather one and a wrap dress with brass buttons. I took them into the changing cubicle and tried on the leather one, then the wrap and finally the skater dress. She agreed that the latter one was the best. I tried on some shoes and chose a beautiful pair of black court shoes with a 3in heel. I couldn't believe how great it was to just pick up a pair of shoes from the shelf and be able to try them on. We went to the checkout. "You're going to need underwear and tights to go with that." We bought some undies in M&S, popped into Clare's Accessories for some cheap jewellery, when Dani said, "You have to get your ears done! How did I forget that?" So I got my ears pierced and had some plain studs in place and a black necklace. We picked up a reasonably priced black clutch bag and a small purse in Dorthy Perkins. "There's one more thing. You need boobs!" "How am I going to get tits by Thursday, go to sleep with my chest in a growbag and hope they sprout?" "No, we can get some falsies. Let's look on Amazon." She started fiddling with her phone and sure enough she found a set of fake boobs that could be delivered in a couple of days. I wanted to look in proportion with my skinny figure, so decided to get a pair to give me B cups. By the end of the day, I looked like Julia roberts in pretty woman, walking along the street with armfuls of bags. I couldn't wait to get home and try the outfit. Dani drove me home, I kissed her goodbye then eagerly went into my room to see the full effect. The undies were gorgeous, lacey in black. I managed to tuck the wee lad up and under (I'd seen a video on Youtube about how to do this) which gave me a lovely clean, smooth crotch. Then the bra, which I padded out with socks. Putting on the tights was fantastic. As great as wearing leggings felt, the pair of sheer black nylons I'd bought felt just sublime. Why had I never tried wearing tights before? I looked in the mirror and took in a sharp breath at the stunning redhead looking back at me. I couldn't believe that was me, or how totally happy it made me feel. I just loved every part of being a woman: the clothes, the look, but probably mostly just being accepted as female. It felt so right, it made me feel complete,, warm, clean, even. I didn't think I'd want to be permanently female, but, even being kind of gender-fluid, I was loving the female aspect of it. Being accepted as a girl was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced. I was really going to have to re-evaluate a lot of my life soon and I was going to have so much fun in the process. My new female workwear had arrived while we were out, so I chanced on wearing it on Monday at work. I put on some subtle makeup, styled my hair as close to how Clodagh had done it, and put on the trousers, which were straight, but hung fabulously, and a plain white blouse. I was looking a little more androgynous (no boobs, for example), but definitely more female than male. I put on the loafers and left the house. The girls in the office turned as I came in and they all smiled. I was so happy I bought a round of Krispy Kreme to say thank you. The day went swimmingly, as did the rest of the week. I did my classes as normal, gyrating like my life depended on it. Then Saturday came. I was so excited about going out with the girls. I stepped into the shower and had a close shave. I applied my makeup, trying to repeat the style that Steve from MAC had done. I did my hair again like I'd been doing all week, I was getting better at it, so it didn't take too long by now. I put on the knickers and bra, stuffed the falsies into the cups. I pulled on the tights, put on my dress and slipped my feet into my heels. Dani had lent me some perfume that she thought would suit me, so I spritzed on a little of that. I smelt fabulous. I put a few things in my handbag and ordered an Uber and picked up Dani on the way. We pulled up at her place and she came out, looking stunning. She was in a short red dress and her hair was up. She got in the car and we kissed our greeting. "You look ravishing, darling! There's something different about you. Have you done something to your penis?" I burst out laughing. "That's a sore point. Literally! Anyway, you look fab too, babes." The table was booked for 8, we arrived at 7:45. There were already half the class there, including Lisa who had taken androgyny the other way, wearing a royal blue suit and a white shirt and matching cowboy boots. Her quiff was razor sharp and just enough makeup to set off her blue eyes. I realised why I so admired her, she was another gender-fluid sibling. The rest of the crowd arrived, including Julia, the birthday girl. I gave her her present and a peck on her cheek. She whispered in my ear, "You're gorgeous, I'm so jealous!" We took our table, me next to julia and Dani, opposite Lisa and Barbara. The food was fantastic and the wine started flowing. We had such a great evening and it was time to move on. We went to a pub nearby where we had another drink. I needed to go to the toilet, so Dani came with me. I was touching up my makeup in the mirror when I heard a familiar voice from behind me say, "K? Is that you? Oh my God, what have you done to yourself?" It was my ex, Claire. She was clearly pregnant, and was looking at me in shock "Claire? Great to see you. Yes. we've obviously both moved on quite a bit since you left me." "But you.. You're dressed as a woman! I knew there was something funny about you!" "Claire. I'm not just dressed as a woman. This is me now. Maybe I should have taken the hint when you were trying to hurt me saying I wanted to be a female dancer on Strictly. Turns out you were right, though I didn't know it at the time. And best of all it doesn't hurt and there's nothing "funny" about me. I've never been happier being myself. Anyway, I'm glad to see you're going to be a Mum. is it a boy or a girl? When is it due?" "Thanks. It's a boy and due in two months." "Is it Darren's?" "No. I mean it's not your's, if that's what you're getting at. I left Darren. He was shagging another woman from work. He got her pregnant and they both had to leave the company. I'm running my own business now as an estate agent and I've met another guy who is the baby's dad. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I'm glad you've found yourself and that you're happy. Take care, hon." She gave me a tender kiss and was gone. Dani had been listening in the cubicle. She came out when Claire had gone. "Are you OK, mate?" "Yes, I think I am. I'm a bit sad she never mentioned kids with me. I'd make a great Dad." "You still can. It's not like you had anything chopped off, well, not yet, anyway." "I suppose not. I'm not sure I ever will. I've got a lot of things to think about over the next few days." We rejoined the others and there was a few of them that wanted to head to a club. My feet were starting to hurt, but there was no way I was going to miss a night dancing. We headed off to a local lesbain club and we hit the floor. There was lots more alcohol flowing. I'd rather developed a taste for gin and tonic. I was quite squiffy. We kissed goodbye to the girls. Well, all apart from Lisa who was last seen snogging a rather cute brunette in the corner. Dani and me got an uber back to my place. We chatted over a coffee, about her love life, which was not going well. She'd just split up with her girlfriend of a few months so was down in the dumps. "Aww, sweetie. LEt me give you a back rub, lose some tension." I started massaging her back. She moaned her approval as I caressed the knots out of her muscles. She smelt fabulous. I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable in my knickers as things started to stir and firm up, as it were. I couldn't help it, and give her neck a little nibble. She gasped. "Sorry, dani, it just seemed like the right thing to do! I didn't mean it!" "Shhhh!" She turned round and leant in and gave me the most gentle, delicious kiss I'd ever had. I kissed her back. She held my hands in hers and said "you said you had a lot of thinking to do about your future, but if you want, you won't have to face that future alone". All of a sudden another big realisation dawned on me. I loved Dani, and from what she'd just said, she loved me. She took my hand and lead me upstairs.