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One of my earliest memories is of sneaking my mother's knee high nylons to wear. Of course at the age of 5 they were more like thigh highs, but they felt amazing. In my mind I became a girl by the name of Samantha. I was caught a few times but my mom never paid much attention to it. In grade school I would notice what the girls were wearing and wish I could wear it too. For instance I remember Lisa Johnson wore a floral dress and white tights in 2nd grade and for the entire day I hung out with her so I could just be near her. When she came back the next day in pants I remember wondering why she would want to do that since she was allowed to wear such pretty things. After my parents divorced I was left alone more often while my mother worked. So at the age of 12 I started acquiring dresses and hose of my own to wear at home when I was alone. Eventually I was caught which promptly resulted my being sent to see a psychotherapist. I still remember him asking me if I ever wished I was a girl. I wanted so much to be honest and say yes, but out of fear of acceptance I said no. A month later I asked him what was wrong with me to which he said nothing. I was just a transvestite, a boy that liked to wear girls' clothes at times. This did not satisfy me and honestly made me feel worse, but I let it go. From then on I continued to dress in private. As an adult I shaved my body and would go from having a large wardrobe to purging. I married and hid it from her. Of course eventually she found out and it ended our marriage. I dated exclusively women and was attracted to them but in the back of my mind I realized it was more of an infatuation with their femininity not sexual and emotional attraction. Don't get me wrong I had heterosexual sex but I found that I got more pleasure from wearing a dress and hose than being in bed with my girlfriend. My dressing progressed from putting on pantyhose and a dress to exploring make-up, and buying expensive human hair wigs. I subscribed to women's magazines and devoured the style and make-up advice. I joined a couple of TG support groups and even went to a few meetings, but it was just not my scene. In my everyday life I was just another guy. I worked for contracting firm as a contract specialist, basically I drafted agreements and verified work status. I think I was well liked and made friends. My buddy Bob and I would often go out on Fridays for a beer and darts. During football season he and I got together to watch games. When we went out I had no issues finding a girl and often was not alone when I went home. Actually a funny story is one day Bob got too drunk on a Saturday and stayed over in my guest room. No big deal, except the closet was full of dresses, skirt, tops and all my heels or feminine shoes. The dresser held my hose, panties and bras. Not expecting him to snoop in his state I left him to sleep. At 11 am the next morning he stumbled into my kitchen and promptly asked why did I have a bedroom full of women's things? I paused and then said that my cousin Sam, had spent the last month staying during the week with me for a job but was going home to Seattle this coming week. She was currently on a trip to NYC with a friend but when she got back I would set up a meet. (I knew this would never happen) Satisfied with that answer he shrugged off and said no hurry, then laughed and said "since you shave your body hair, I kind of was thinking you may be a cross dresser" then he laughed again and headed out the door to his car. He had never mentioned my shaving but I guess it was obvious that I was hairless. In December of that year my company decided to institute a tele-work policy for those of us that mostly did administrative duties and could work from home. This would help them downsize the building they rented and jack up the bottom line for the investors. So, I found myself working from my house four days a week and only in the office every Monday for update meetings. You would think that this may escalate my dressing almost immediately, but it was quite gradual, starting with starting my computer up in the mornings in my night gown then headed to shower and putting on my male clothes for the day. It took three weeks before I decided that today Samantha would be doing my job. I decided to look the part and went all out in a skirt suit with black stockings and a bolero jacket. I thought I would be distracted by wearing my favorite things but it was 3 pm before I realized that I had done more work in six hours than I usually did all day. I was relaxed and comfortable. My mindset was, I am a working woman and I need to complete my tasks. That evening I decided to continue the role play. At 6pm I backed up my laptop, loaded a purse, redid my lipstick and headed to the garage to "drive home". I drove around the block, opened the garage and parked. I went to my front door pulled out my keys, unlocked the door and walked in. I dropped my purse and bag on the bench at the door and slipped my heels off. Wiggling my toes I was glad to be out of my work shoes. I shrugged off my jacket and pulled my blouse out of my skirt. Looking in the mirror, I unpinned my hair (wig) and shook it out. In the kitchen I poured a glass of wine. Looking at my reflection in the window I decided it was time to grow my hair out. Padding up the stairs in my stocking feet, wine in hand, I was Samantha the working gal coming home from work. As I luxuriated in a bubble bath I realized how normal it felt. Slipping into a flannel nighty and oversized socks I decided I would have to do this again very soon, like maybe tomorrow That is exactly what I did too, except this time I was up early. Took a shower, did my face and hair, got dressed for work (a wine colored dress with gold double breasted buttons) grabbed my heels and purse as I headed to the kitchen. With my coffee in hand, I went out my door and got in my car to drive around for 15 minutes then back to my "office". That night I repeated the same thing only in reverse coming home. Thursday, was the same only I dressed down in a denim skirt to support sexual assault awareness month. Friday, I was in male mode all day, my productivity was much lower I noticed. Bob and I went out to the pub for darts. He mentioned that I seem so much happier. I just told him the new tele-work policy was really good for my lifestyle and left it at that. Saturday Sam was home all day as I cleaned the entire house in a denim jumper dress. Sunday was football and Monday was the office. As I took off my suite and tie on Monday night all I could think about was what dress I would wear the next day to work. Thus I had a routine, Samantha worked from Tuesday thru Friday and he was there on Sunday and Mondays. I even started parking my car down the street so I could experience walking to it in my dress and tennis shoes with my heels in a bag. After a while I moved all of Samantha's clothes into the master bedroom and put the male clothing in the spare room and redecorated it as an office with a folding murphy bed. Then in March three things happened that changed everything dramatically: I was recognized with the "top performer award" which came with a $5,000 bonus. I had my hair styled into a page boy cut, and I got hit in the face with a softball breaking my nose and cheekbone. "Ladies and Gentlemen the Top performer for the first quarter, with an increase in productivity of 68%... Son I don't know what you are doing now but whatever it is don't stop, as a matter of fact do more!" Mr. Jacobs the CEO declared as he slapped me on the back handing me the bonus check for 5 grand. I assured him I had no intention of stopping my new direction and was seriously considering doing more and that the check was going to help with it. We all smiled and laughed. I realized that I was much better at my job as a woman then as a man. That night over beers Bob commented on how long my hair was getting, by now it was just to my shoulders, to which I said I was getting it cut tomorrow. He said it actually looked really nice, though a little girly and punched me in the arm. The next morning I was up and put on boxers and jeans for the first time on a Saturday in a long time. I was not the kind that liked to wear panties or a bra under male things, I am either a man or a woman, never both. Out the door I went to the get my hair cut. It was not until I reached over to pick up my purse on the seat next to me that I realized that even in guy mode I had been carrying my teal bag all morning. Laughing I looked in the rear view mirror to make sure I was not wearing mascara too. Whew nope. Pulled my wallet out and walked into the shop or should I say salon, you see I had made an appointment at a salon in the local LGBTQ district because I had decided that I wanted a feminine cut that could be styled in an androgynous manner. One of the things you quickly realize after wearing a wig for a while, is they are and uncomfortable and I had been living in them. With my hair long I still felt it was a mess and my female ego wanted a nice style. So I strode in and waited to be taken back. An hour later I came out with an asymmetrical page boy style, which was never going to look anything but feminine. I loved it. Of course I now realized it was ball caps and slicking it back for Mondays. The thing that was really going to show no matter what was, my newly pierced ears. Mindy, my stylist, said why not and I agreed, and now I was sporting two gold and crystal studs. I had to work really hard not to speed on the way home. I just couldn't wait to get home and put on my makeup and a dress to see how I looked. Two hours later I sitting at my kitchen table in a denim skirt, black pantyhose and a fuchsia top reading Elle when my phone rang. "Dude, (I giggled when he said it looking at my nylon covered toes) where are you? We need our star third basemen" I had forgotten the Softball tourney this afternoon! "Give me 45 minutes, what time is the first game?" I had an hour and a half until we started but I was going to miss practice. I ran up the stairs and slid to a stop in front of the bathroom mirror in my stocking feet. Using the makeup remover wipes I hoped that I got rid of most of my raccoon eyes from the mascara. Pulling off my skirt, pantyhose, top and bra I decided that today I would break my rule and leave my panties on in the consideration of time. As I headed to the door with my new hair slicked back under my ball cap I decided to just ignore that, today I would be a guy in earrings. Bob, was all smiles when I got there and glanced at my ears but said nothing. We won our first game so we had a break before we moved on to the semis, during which Bob finally commented on my ears with "I like it looks good on you" pointing at them. To which I deflected with "eh, trying something new, edgy I guess". We were up 4 to 2 in the 6 sixth when it happened. I never saw the ball, I heard it and then I was in ambulance with Bob sitting next to me. Looking up at him I tried to speak but my face felt weird. "Don't talk buddy, you got hit in the face". Six hours later, Bob dropped me at home. The Doctor said that I had fractured my left cheek bone and my nose was smashed. I was to come back in two days, after the swelling subsided, for a consult. Curled up on the couch in my favorite flannel, with an ice pack on my face, I began to cry. I had been enjoying exploring my femininity game and now I was going to look awful for quite a while. Leafing through red book, I saw an ad for cosmetic surgeons when it hit me, if I wanted I could have the surgeon do whatever I wanted to my face. If I so desired I could have him feminize me to whatever level I wanted. Standing in front of my closet door mirror I looked at my fractured face, then I looked at my driver license, I had always hated how masculine my nose was with its large bridge and my chin was pronounced. With a careful amount of restraint I could have both redone to be much more feminine but not girly and I could blame my new look on the accident. So, on Wednesday I was seated in front of the surgeon shaking a little with fear over what I was about to ask for. He said that there was nothing to be afraid of, this was all very routine and he was sure I would look almost exactly the same as before. It was then that I explained that I was nervous because that was not what I wanted. He had a puzzled look, so I took a deep breath and explained "you see doctor, I am a lifelong crossdresser, and lately have been spending more and more time as the female version of me. So what I was wondering if while you fix this, gesturing at my face, would it be possible to feminize my look somewhat?" Smiling at me he nodded and asked just what is somewhat? The next week I was being wheeled into surgery, when the Doctor leaned down and said I would look great. After feeling like I was hit by a truck for a while, I finally went into work. My face and neck were still covered in bandages, but I was feeling better. The boss immediately pulled me into his office and told me to forgo coming in for the duration of my 6-8 week recovery. I thanked him and relayed that due to the damage done I was going to look very different afterwards. He said no problem, I was his best contract specialist and no matter what he needed me. That night I was curled up on the couch in a pink baby doll sipping wine through a straw when the doorbell rang. Looking out the window it was Bob. I yelled just a minute and ran into the laundry to pull on jeans and a sweatshirt. As I came out Bob was standing in the door holding the spare key I had given him last year. I stepped back in the laundry to find socks to cover my purple toe nail polish, when he said "Come on you can't think I don't know, I am your best friend, and I don't care what you wear or what gender you want to be, now come out here and sit with me." What an idiot I had been, thinking I was hiding things. Slowly I opened the door and stepped out toes exposed and all. He looked at me and promptly put his hand out with a smile. "Samantha is it? I have been wondering when we would finally get to meet in person, considering we are best friends and all." Then he laughed out loud and hugged me. At first I was stiff then I melted into him and hugged back. "Call me Sam please," I said. We went into the living room and I sat across from him and started my story. I intended just to say that I liked to dress sometimes but two hours later, I was sitting with my legs folded under me in the baby doll and sweatshirt, the jeans discarded, and I had explained my entire life. Even the story about Lisa Johnson and her little dress and white tights. Bob had told me that he had known for quite a while that I was dressing and had tried to drop hints but I never would acknowledge it. I confided that I thought this was more than just crossdressing now, but I was still finding out. "I guess the big decision will be when I heal up and see how feminine my face has become." His shocked expression made me realize that I had not told him about the surgery. He stayed for a few more hours and we talked the entire time. It was decided that he would bring me in when my bandages were removed for emotional support. As we stood at the door, he hugged me and said that he really liked Sam and looked forward to getting to know me better, but football was still sacred so he would see me Sunday. I stood in the door and watched him walk away. Our relationship had changed, I felt the shift, he was still my best friend but not my buddy. He saw me as a girl and now he wanted to protect me, this made me smile as I closed the door. I just couldn't stop fidgeting. Even after Bob, made a joke about a bee and my butt, I continued to shift in my seat. For the last two weeks I have become accustomed to seeing very little of my face outside of the bandages. It had started to itch a lot two day ago so I called the doctor, to which he said that was a good sign that the nerves were healing well. Now, I was sitting in the waiting area of the outpatient clinic with Bob waiting to be called back. The bandages would be removed soon and I would see just what I had done to my face. I had asked for it to look androgynous bordering on feminine, but not to the point that I could not pass as a male. At this moment I hoped the last was true, due to the fact I was wearing men's jeans and a button up shirt. My hair was slicked back with heavy gel. The last thing I wanted was to walk out of here a man with a woman's face. Deep in these thoughts I jumped when my name was called. Bob put his hand on my arm and smiled, "its ok buddy." I kept my eyes on Bob as the doctor started to slowly remove the bandages over my chin, nothing, not a flinch. Ok, so far so good. I winced as the gauze was removed from my nose. The doctor showed no change in expression, but Bobs eyes got bigger, I started to breathe faster. The nurse then started to wipe my face with a cleanser. I could see dried blood on the gauze. Next the doctor started to press and stroke my cheeks asking if there was any pain or tingling. I explained no, but I was still a little numb on the end of my chin and my left cheek. Bob's expression had gone back to normal but I could see he was concerned. Finally I said I need to see please. The nurse handed me a mirror. I was half expecting to see a monster or the Joker, but what I saw was something very different. As I said I was born with a Roman nose, large with a bump on the bridge, this was gone, not just the bump but the entire Roman nose. In its place is best described as "cute" it was a small button with just a slight point. It would look perfect on a teen, a teen girl and now it was on my face. Next I turned to the left, my cheek bones were higher now and pronounced. Accentuated by how my once pointed, strong chin was now smooth and rounded. I shook my head and my pulled hair out of it slicked back style into its intended feminine look. As tears started to well in my eyes, I looked at the doctor. "Oh my god what have I done?" Suddenly Bob was at my side, holding my hand. "It is ok Sam, you look beautiful," he said. This made me start to cry more. "Damn it Bob that is not helping. I know you mean well but how can I pass as a man with the face of a teen girl? I am not a transsexual and I do not intend on changing my gender, what the hell doctor?" After I calmed down the doctor explained that I was still very swollen, and over the next few weeks the swelling would subside. Once all of it was gone I would look less round and cherubic. Yes, I would forever have a feminine face but not a young girls. He reminded me that I asked for a female face that could be "somewhat" androgynous, and apparently this is what that meant for me. From there the rest of the appointment was very clinical, what to watch for, report any new pain or swelling and the like. I borrowed a hair brush from the nurse and brushed my hair out. Then I put in my earrings, pulled my shirt out of my pants and decided to see how I was perceived by the public. No one looked twice as we walked out of the clinic, but a man did hold the door for me. On the way home I kept looking at the cars next to me to see reactions but no one did at all. Once we got to my place, Bob asked if I wanted him to stay to talk but I was exhausted and told him no I needed to relax alone. He got halfway to his car and turned around and yelled, "Ram's and the Seahawks at 4pm tomorrow, I'll be here the normal time." Then he got in his car and pulled out. This made me smile, maybe nothing would change between us. Inside I knew that it already had. The next morning, I was feeling better. Standing in front of the mirror, I was very excited to put on make-up. It had been weeks since I had been able to do my face because of the surgery and bandages and I was dying to wear mascara. I really did feel naked without it these days. So, my plan was to just do my eyes, but soon I looked like I was ready to head out. Not going to let all my work go to waste I selected black pantyhose, a denim knee length skirt, black Keds and my wolf grey Seahawk jersey over my best breast forms and a sport bra. As I fluffed my hair, pushed out a hip and actually giggled. I could not believe the girl in the mirror. She was cute, maybe 30 years old, a milf for sure and she was me. Grabbing my purse I decided to go to the store to get beer and chips. This would be the first time I had been in public as a normal woman and I was scared and thrilled. Besides Bob was going to be here today for the game and he was going to finally spend the day with me, Sam, in all my female glory. Grabbing the keys I headed out. Within the first few minutes of walking into the Walmart all my hesitation and concern was gone. No one stared at me, no one pointed, hell, no one even noticed me. I was just another woman doing some shopping. I grabbed some Doritos and a twelve pack of beer and was about to head to the register when it dawned on me there was no hurry, I had other groceries to get for the week and I was here so on I went. Walking down the frozen food aisle I caught my reflection, and smiled, I felt fantastic and also normal. As I rounded the corner of an another lane I spotted the shoe department. "Heck it's Walmart and they have woman shoes and I am a woman let's go look." Once I found a cute pair of ballet flats I wanted to try on I realized that I could do that just that, no putting them in the cart pretend I was buying them for someone else. Taking off my sneaker, I experienced a new sensation that was wonderful to me, my stocking feet on the cold store floor. I walked to the mirror and was admiring how they looked when a woman said to me, "Oh those are cute, did you see a size 9?" With a flushed face, I said yes that these were nines and I think there was another pair. She smiled and said, "I like the red ones too," holding up a pair of pumps, I agreed and decided to try them as well. The sound of the heel on the floor was intoxicating to me as I walking in them. As I slid them off she realized that was the only size 9. "Oh poo that is the only 9, you should keep them honey you have great legs and they look great on you." Then she turned and walked on down the aisle. My entire body was a buzz, I had just had my first woman to woman talk and got a compliment. As I bent down to tie my Keds I realized how restricting the denim skirt was and nearly fell over. On the way to the register I stopped and grabbed some gold hoop earrings, perfect for a sports babe I decided, lol. When I was checking out I messed up. I hit credit instead of debit and the checker asked for ID. My ID was of a man, and this face looked nothing like him. Digging in my purse I asked if I could just cancel it and redo it as debit. He said sure Ma'am. I dodged a bullet, but realized I was going to have to do something about my ID. When I got home I slipped on my new flats and put away the groceries, put some Queso in the crockpot and finally sat down to relax until Bob got there. I was engrossed in pregame when Bob knocked. Out of habit I yelled come in and went back to the talking heads on sports center. I heard him in the kitchen and the sound of beer bottles clinking. Coming into the living room he stopped, looked and then smiled. "Um, what is with the big grin?" I asked. "Sam, you are beautiful." Suddenly I was self- conscience. I tried to cover myself with my arms and immediately tucked my legs under me. Looking down I whispered thank you. "Bob you do know I am not trying to be, this is what I have done to myself and I am trying to figure things out, but thank you very much. I feel really good like this." Bob roared a laugh and said good because you look good, then sat on the couch next to me, close, handed me a beer. "Now my friend I am going to take your money on this game," he declared. Just like that we were old friends watching a game. I cheered and danced when my team was up, all the time Bob would laugh and fake concern, or say do a twirl. By halftime I was a little buzzed and excused myself to go to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I decided to push myself and see what Bob would do. Being a crossdresser I had the obligatory costumes, maid, nurse and what I decided on, cheerleader. Quickly I skipped down the hall to my room and dug it out of the closet. I never expected to wear it in front of anyone but I was now feeling the beer. It is red and white and the skirt of course was short and pleated, when I bent over it would definitely not cover much. The top was a sweater, with a megaphone patch declaring cheer. Looking in the mirror I realized that my pantyhose looked silly so I pulled them off. "In for a penny..." I said and decided that white thigh highs would be perfect. Sipping my beer I was actually turning myself on in the mirror. I especially liked that the stocking tops showed. I slipped on my Keds and headed down the hall. For my grand entrance I did my best leap in the air and kicked one leg up. "Go team!" Bob dropped his beer and gaped. "Holy shit Sam! What are trying to do to me?" he said. Still buzzed I coyly twirled my hair. "You said im pretty and well, it is a sport you know. Besides I am feeling really good because you are here." With that I walked over and sat down next to him making sure our legs were touching. "So my little Sammy I propose a new bet. No money, but if I win I get to do something, if you win I mow your lawn and vacuum the house. What do you think, deal?" I actually giggled an said your on. Over the rest of the game I would purposely let my skirt ride up. Or flip the back when I would get up to get more drinks. I am not sure why but torturing my best friend was thrilling me. The Hawks were up 6 with 10 seconds to go and I had already pulled out the vacuum, when the Rams let fly a perfect Hail Mary. It was tipped and touched by three players, but ultimately ended up in a Rams receiver hands. We, I, had lost by one point. Looking at Bob, "Ok fine what do you want to do." He stood up took my hand raising me to my feet, when did he get so tall, and leaned down. "Only this Sam." He kissed me. My eyes got big and I drew back. He pulled away and said sorry. I am not sure if it was the beer, my sexy outfit or that I needed it, but I grabbed his shirt, looked up and pulled him to me. The kisses were long and strong. His tongue found my mouth. Catching my breath, I put my head on his chest. "I think you should go Bob. I am confused and have to figure things out. I didn't expect this and never wanted to go this far. I have to think. But please don't be upset. I really really liked that. But if you don't go I may do more than we want right now." He smiled down at me and agreed. He gathered his things and at the door I kissed his cheek one last time. I leaned against the door after I closed it. What had I just done, how would this change things, do I want this, who am I now? The next morning I was sure a truck had backed over me. My head was killing me. As I got out of bed the sight of being in only panties, bra and white stockings brought the day before back to me. A shower then coffee, then maybe I can come to grips with what is going on. I settled down at the kitchen table with my third cup of coffee and pondered my life. Here I was, in an oversized t shirt, sipping coffee. When I got out of the shower I just stared at my face, gone was the man I remembered, replaced by a woman. No, not a woman a strange combination of female and male. Shoulders up I was a girl. Neck to thighs was a skinny man with a small penis, no boobs and a slender waist. Turning I looked at my butt and legs, I guess they were cute and feminine. I was at a crossroads. What was I going to do now? I had to admit I loved my face and hair, but what about the rest. I was in my glory when dressed. I did not want to wear male things. I was screwed. Not to mention yesterday I had kissed my best friend and I had to admit I liked it. He made me feel warm and safe. Just as I was sure that I had ruined my only real friendship, a strong knock came at the door. At first I thought look at me then just decided I didn't care. Looking through the peephole I saw Bob. I looked at my legs and painted toes and thought well its not like he doesn't know. As I opened the door Bob just smiled and thrust a bouquet of flowers at me. "I thought that I should apologize and see you if that is ok?" My whole body melted and I began to cry. Which in turn made him freak out. "Oh Sam I can go, sorry, please don't cry. I will come back or....not up to you." With nothing to lose I stepped to him and hugged him and sobbed. "No Bob, it's me and I need you please come in." Drawing me in he held me and kissed my head. After a while we broke apart and walked hand in hand to the kitchen table. Normally, he sat across from me but today he sat and pulled into his lap. "Sam no matter what I will always be here for you. I know this is new and strange but you will never lose me. Either as a friend or..." he broke off. I smiled and thanked him. Looking for something to put the flowers in I caught him looking at my butt and legs. This made me wiggle even more. (God what was up with me, this is your friend and you are acting like a love sick teen girl) but I did it anyway. I came back and took a chair. "What do you think you are going to do now that you are... well you know look female?" Bob asked. "I'm not sure but it is obvious I'm not going back, and honestly I have no desire. I love looking like this, (gesturing to my face) but I need to decide on the next step I guess." Bob took my hand "Sam Im not sure how to say this but can I be...your um." I cut him off. "Yes Bob, I think you already are my boyfriend. But please be slow, I'm very fragile." There I said it out loud. The world was still turning. He didn't run and I felt good doing it. With that he got up and pulled me to him. He held me for a long time. "Listen Sam, I am not sure about this either. A few weeks ago you were just my buddy. I mean, I always knew you dressed but I didn't care. We understood each other and I look forward to seeing you. Then out of the blue this gorgeous woman showed up. She knows me like no one else. She is my best friend, but also frail and I want to take care of her. I tried to resist but here I am. Please don't take this the wrong way, I know you can take care of yourself, but I want, no need, to be here for you." I fell apart sobbing. Concerned, Bob got up. I stood up and put my arms around his neck. "Silly thank you so much, I need you too." We talked for 4 hours, about who I was and am. He told me things about his family I never knew. Finally, he said he had to go. It was getting late and he had to go to the store today and pick up his cleaning for work the next day. When we got to the door there was no pretending. I kissed him hard and I felt good. I could have asked him to stay, and I wanted to but I knew that I had to think more and he being here would distract me. So over the next week Bob would come by after work and I would cook for us. I did my job during the day and I thoroughly looked forward to him coming by. We talked and explored who we were. Then on Friday he was getting up to leave and I told him to stay. With concern he asked if I was sure. I wanted nothing more than for him to be there but I paused. Did I really want this to go to the next level? I mean for all purposes he was my boyfriend and I cared for him. So why not? Looking at him I rose and took his hand. "Let's go to bed, I'm tired." Coming out of the bathroom Bob was already in bed. I had put on my longest most unattractive night gown. As I approached the bed he pulled the cover back. He was in his t-shirt and boxers. I smiled and crawled in. He lay the covers over me and pulled me next to him. Gently he kissed my neck and said goodnight. Not five minutes later his breathing was steady, he was asleep. Not too long later so was I. I awoke to the smell of coffee. Getting up, I decided that the flannel nighty was over the top and changed into a babydoll with my robe. I found Bob in the kitchen with toast waiting. He said nothing but came to me and kissed me gently. "Good morning sweetheart" he said and went to the fridge. It felt familiar but new too. Over toast and coffee I explained that today I was going into the office as Sam. I knew now that there was no going back and besides I had no desire too. I planned on stopping at the DMV to get a new DL. Bob, ever the gentleman, offered to take the day off and accompany me to the office but I told him no, that it was important that I do it alone. As a compromise I agreed we could meet for lunch and go to the DMV together. I rose up on my toes and kissed him goodbye at the door. I reveled in how feminine a gesture it was and how warm I felt kissing my "man" at the door. Standing in front of the mirror naked everything was just weird. My hair and face was a cute woman. My legs, though a little skinny were smooth and feminine. Even my toes were pink with polish, but there was my penis hanging there and my chest was flat, no boobs and it made me sad. Not wanting to chicken out I turned and went to my dresser to hide the appendage in silky panties. As I slid them up, tucking it away, I ran my hands over my butt thinking how much I wished it was rounder with thicker thighs. I slipped on matching padded bra and felt better already. She was looking more female. I had decided on a skirt suit the night prior. While was scared to death I also wanted everyone to have no questions about who I was becoming. Letting my camisole settle over my bra, I made sure that the seam in my pantyhose was centered up the front and back. I knew most women didn't care but to me I wanted to look perfect. The taupe hose felt amazing and the reinforced toes accented by my pink toes made me smile. One last look in the mirror at the door as I slipped my foot into my modest black heel and decided it was time. There was not even a sign of a male looking back. Standing at the bus stop I wished that I had waited one more week to trade my care in, the Bug I had ordered was not being delivered for three more days and when I made the purchase I did not think that I would be going to the office as the new me, but here I stood in a knee length pencil skirt with matching suit jacket clutching my purse. On the bus I realized for the first time how often men stare at women. At least three guys had sat so they could look at me, one didn't even try to hide his leering. To which I found myself pulling at the hem of my skirt to no avail. Welcome to womanhood. As I walked up to my building I noticed for the first time the mirrored windows, a cute woman was walking and it was me. The click of my heels were thunderous in my ears, but when Jim from accounting held the door for me I felt a thrill. He had no idea who I was. My boss' receptionist ask if she could help me, then her hand went to her mouth when I told her my name. She quickly gained her composure, always a professional, and called back to him. But when she said who was waiting she struggled with, "Yes, HE is here now." Then said go on back. When I stepped in his office he looked then smiled, is this a joke? Who are you young lady and where is my star analyst? Taking a deep breath I responded, "Well Sir, I told you I would look very different when I came back and well...I gestured to my face nervously." Oh my, was his response then came around his desk and pulled out a chair for me. "Please take a seat and explain." 30 minutes later he escorted me to his secretary and instructed her to update HR with my new information. Then he took my hand and welcomed me to the team. "You look fantastic Samantha, if I was 20 years younger...then he blushed, um sorry." I was told that the arrangement was the same, I would continue to work from home and on Mondays I was to come in for the weekly meeting. Then I was walking out the door. I was a woman at work now. He assured me if I was to chose to go back to presenting male that nothing would change either. When I walked in the diner Bob rose, took my hand and I kissed his cheek. Of course he was all questions about work and actually cheered when I said it was over. During lunch I found myself overwhelmingly attracted to him. It was like I wanted to crawl in his lap and cover him with kisses. It was so distracting that I had to excuse myself to the ladies room and calm down. After lunch we both walked over to the DMV hand in hand. I filled out the paper work for a new driver's license and checked the update photo box for a justification. I was scared to death when they called my number and grabbed Bobs hand to come with me to the counter. To his credit he didn't flinch and put his arm around me. Standing at the desk, the clerk asked for my current ID. With a slight shaking hand I gave it to her. She didn't look at it at all, or didn't seem to, but promptly punched four holes in it to remove the number. Then she asked for my forms. After a cursory glance she placed them back on the counter with a pen. As she went back to her computer screen she said, "Please put your name in block one, not your husbands." I was just about to say what husband when it dawned on me that she thought my male name in block one was my husbands and I had mistakenly put it there. I stood there for a moment at a loss when Bob just reached over and took the pen, "Don't worry Samantha I wilI fix it," he said and wrote over male name Samantha, Nicole and handed it back to the clerk. She then told us to sit in the chair by the camera and wait to be called. When we sat down, I was still confused and gave him a puzzled look. He smiled and put his hand on my knee, I tingled. They called my number and told me to stand on the line. My picture was taken, and I was able to approve it. I was taken with how cute my hair looked and said yes that is fine. I signed the computer screen and not 30 seconds later my card dropped into the basket of the Machine. The guy looked at it then handed to me, then just called the next number. "Is that all?" I asked to which he nodded annoyed. I looked at my new license and liked the picture. Bob, took my hand and we walked out. When we got to his car he held the door for me and I slipped in bottom first then sliding my legs in knees together. As we drove to my house I decided have a new look at my card and on closer inspection I realized what had just happened. I had been so excited to have the picture that I had not read the card. But now I did. There it was, my full female name, a female picture and right next to it was a bold letter "F" under gender. When the clerk had told me to fix my name, she had also "fixed" the gender marker, thinking I was just not too bright, but in actuality what she had just done is take my only picture identification and given me a legal sex change. I now only had female ID. "Oh my gawd Bob, what did she do?" I showed him the ID. He looked at it and just nodded. "I know." When we got in the house I kicked off my shoes at the door then padded up stairs with Bob following me. We were discussing the ramifications of what had just happened. "Sam I don't understand why you are worried, look at you, you are a woman in almost every way and now you don't have to worry about legal stuff," he said and helped me remove my jacket. "Yes, I guess you are right, but I was not ready for this. Hell, I am not even sure if I want to stay this way forever. This will make it harder to switch back when I do," I explained, unzipping my skirt. "It is almost like I am forced into this, don't you think honey?" and stepped out of it. Turning around I looked at him to see why he did not answer. There he sat with his eyes wide looking at me. "What?" I said, then looking down I saw that I was standing there is just pantyhose and my bra holding my skirt. Quickly I covered my chest with my arms. He started for the door. Then out of nowhere I heard myself say "please stay" slowly he turned around and looked at the floor. I dropped my skirt on the floor and walked over to him. "Bob, you do know that this is the real me and I don't ever want to hide it from you. If you are uncomfortable with seeing me, we can wait until I develop more I guess, but I am not even sure about that." Then I rose up on my toes and kissed him. He looked into my eyes and spoke "Samantha, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I started to leave not because I don't want to see you, but because I want to see all of you and I am not sure you are ready." Then he stepped back and looked at me. His eyes slowly went from my head and slid down my body until he gazed at my toes. "I will always look at you." Then he bent over and picked me up, one army under my legs and kissed me hard. Slowly he set me on the bed and began to remove his shirt, kicking off his shoes. I began to slide my hose off but he stopped me. "I have to admit that I love your legs in stockings, is that weird?" To which I giggled. "No Bob, I love wearing them more than anything." And reached out to undo his pants. We kissed and stroked each other. I found that his mouth on my nipples was amazing, and the feeling of his penis in my hand was incredible. When he came I cleaned him up with my hand then licked my fingers. When I came he cleaned me with a cloth. But kissed the tip of my penis. Laying in his arms I felt complete. He looked in my eyes. "Sam, I know it has been a short while since I became your man, but I want you to know something...I love you with all my heart. I think I always have. I am not gay and neither are you. We are a man and woman. Please tell me how you feel." With tears in my eyes I proclaimed my love for him. Then he slid off the bed and got on one knee. "I know you may not be ready but I want you forever. I promise to never hurt you. I promise to love you for the rest of your life and I will never stop waiting for you to become my wife..." I shook all over. Then I said "You damn well will too. Just ask like a gentleman." He took my hand and asked, "Samantha Nicole with you marry me?" I stared at him. I burst into tears, grabbed his face and began covering him with kisses. "Yes!" Soon we were completely naked under the covers and he was softly snoring with me in his arms. I could feel his manhood as it rested on my back. I was engaged to be married to my best friend. Just a short while ago I was a guy that liked to cross dress. Now I was a woman and happy. I wiggled my bum against him. He started to grow again. Standing in front of the mirror naked I hopped up and down on my toes and felt everything move. My body jiggled like Jello in places it never did before. It was a very strange sensation. Not something I was prepared for or expected. 10 months ago I had accepted Bob's proposal to become his wife. The next morning as we sat in the kitchen I had called my therapist and explained that it was time I started to reshape my body and mind to reflect who I had become. A week later I received my first HRT shot and went home with three bottles of pills that would give me exactly what I had asked for. The changes came quickly, at least my doctor said I was changing twice as fast any other patient he had treated. To me it was agonizingly slow. I craved to look and feel as feminine as possible. I no longer had any reservations about go back to presenting as male. Besides, my fianc?e was not gay and I wasn't either, so I had no desire to be married as gay men. My emotions went haywire within a week. I would just wake up look in the mirror and cry. Not sad but overwhelmed. I couldn't get enough of Bob. I craved him! Not just sexually, but mostly just his presence. I stopped being independent around him. I began asking him about every decision. I tingled when he took the lead. Holding the door, ordering our meals and going out of his way to protect me. Something else interesting occurred, after the decision that I was going to be female from now on I realized that I could wear all of the things I had longed to whenever I wanted, not just in my house on a weekend. If I wanted to put on sexy stockings and a short skirt and heels...I could and it was ok. If I wanted to put on a dress with pantyhose every day I could. Many transgender girls find that after going fulltime that the desire to wear dresses and hose is no longer that important. Jeans or yoga pants are just as feminine and they didn't have to be fully made up in frilly dresses to be a woman. For me this did not happen. Actually it was the exact opposite. I will never forget the overwhelming satisfaction I felt standing in a floral Laura Ashley prairie dress with my trunk open watching as the man at Goodwill unloaded bag after bag of my male clothing. When I got back into my car and swung my legs in, once again loving the feeling of my legs rubbing against each other covered in white pantyhose, I began to cry over the enormity of what had just happened. It was pure joy! When I got home and slipped off my shoes at the door I decided that I felt just too amazing and headed upstairs and promptly filled and additional bag for donation. This time it was filled with 6 pairs of women's jeans, two pants suits, and all of my yoga pants and leggings. I even decided to donate my pajamas. An hour later I was home again standing in front of my mirror fixing my raccoon eyes from crying again. No matter what as of that moment I only owned dresses, skirts and night gowns. A few weeks later Bob and I decided to rent bikes and ride along the waterfront. Then have head over to watch a baseball game. When I came down the stairs in an ankle length broom skirt and Keds Bob smiles and said that while I looked adorable that he thought it would be better if I went and changed into jeans. Smiling I told him that I couldn't do that. Puzzled he looked at me and waited for an explanation. "I no longer own anything but dresses and skirts. I donated ever pair of pants and shorts I own. Remember, that while I am becoming more feminine every day, deep down I still get a thrill from dressing this way. So, until it fades away I will be in dresses and pantyhose or stockings fulltime," I explained. The ride was wonderful in a skirt, a new female experience that I loved. It was cool in the ballpark so the long skirt was nice and kept my legs warm. Wearing skirts everyday also has the effect of constantly reminding you that you are female. And it is wonderful. This time I turned to my left and watched as my butt and thighs bounced as moved. I stood with my feet together and marveled at how with my arms down along my butt they were held out to a significant angle because of how pear shaped I had become. I wiggled back and forth and felt the sensation of the fat on my thighs and bottom move independently of my body. Pulling my hands away from my still growing B cups I felt the dull discomfort as they bounced unsupported against my ribs when I jumped up and down. At the four month mark I had a cute little hour glass figure, but a month later I saw that I was still growing. Two months later I discovered that control top hose really helped with my little belly. Now, I saw this pear shaped matronly woman standing in the mirror. It was exactly one week before our wedding and I felt fat and ugly. I collapsed into sobs onto the bed. This brought Bob bounding up the stairs. "What is wrong baby?" he said holding me. "Look at me! What have I done to myself, I am fat and everything jiggles. I am not your hot girlfriend anymore. I am just a homely woman. I should have known this would happen, my mother was a size 16 and now I am too and I have her figure. And I still have this disgusting penis, but now it is between my fat girly thighs!" I cried. "I understand if you no longer find me attractive and don't want me anymore." With that Bob, stood up and walked to the window. Then he turned around and looked at me with this silly smile. I pulled the bed spread over me to hide my nakedness. To which, he reached down and pulled me to my feet. Then he directed us to the mirror. "Please drop the blanket honey." I did but turned and put my face in his chest not wanting to look at myself. He kissed my head and forced me to turn around. "You are perfect Sam. I love how soft you are now. I crave to hold you more and more every day. I love how your body has become so utterly feminine that you exude female presence. If you chose to walk around naked every day I would pass out from my desire for you. I know it may sound strange but I get completely turned on watching you tug your pantyhose over your womanly hips. I find your little penis, or clittie, delicious. It is a testament to who you were and how far you have come. I love how your butt fills out your skirts and accentuates your full dresses. I feel so masculine next to you. I feel powerful and male with you. You are soft, frail and beautiful. You are all I ever wanted. I love you with all my heart." As if to prove his words I could feel his erection straining inside his jeans against my back. Twenty minutes later, deciding to tease him after our love making, I tugged and wiggled as I struggled to get the suntan control top pantyhose over my hips. Looking in the mirror I could see that it really did have an effect on Bob, his penis was getting huge. "You are insatiable mister." I declared with a giggle and crawled onto his lap and rubbed my butt against his erection. The wedding was small. We had a justice of the peace preform the ceremony. Dennis, Bob's second best friend was his best man and Wendi my old friend from work was my maid of honor. My dress was white lace over satin. It had an empire waist and full flowing skirts accentuating my curves. After dancing and drinks we went home as Mrs. and Mr. Robert Andrews. Bob carried me over our doorstep and up the stairs to our bedroom. Were he found that Spanx are hard to remove, but after some playing around I pulled them off and we consummated our marriage. From there our life went back to where it was before, we watched football every Saturday and Sunday together. We went to the corner pub for beers and to throw darts. We saw every action movie that came out. On Thursday nights it was still bowling league only now we were on a couple's team and I wore a skirt and hose when I beat him on the lanes. Yeah, things were very similar to before, only now everything I did was in a delicious dress or skirt. When I did laundry now it was not socks but pantyhose and stockings that dominated my hamper. Now, I was loved and cherished and I never thought twice about my decisions again. I was once a closeted cross dressing guy, now I am a woman that wears what she wants when she wants, and still gets a thrill over slipping on nylons and a dress every day. As I had said I spent most of my life jealous of the girls I saw and the woman I coveted, and now I did not covet them I was one of them. I had become her.