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The Thrill of it all Janet L Stickney [email protected] Just being able to get dressed up always sent shivers down my spine, a feeling that never failed to wash over me; just the thought of it was almost enough. I had kept my secret close, not allowing anyone to know, but the urge to leave the safety of the house was starting to overwhelm me in every sense of the word. Soon it became a daily occurrence, that when got home, I would quickly put on a dress, or skirt and blouse and remain that way until I went to bed. I always bought the very best items I could find for shaping my body, Had tried some hormones for a while and lost all my body hair, rounded out a bit and had the beginnings of small breasts when I quit taking them. Frankly, I got scared. And I had almost mastered the art of makeup, yet I always stayed home, but I could feel the pressure to go outside mounting, and I realized that very soon I would no longer be able to resist my urges. The question was, where would I go if I did leave the house? I had a good job that paid well, and could indulge myself, but only to a point. I wanted to go to the mall, spend hours there shopping, visit a salon to get my hair styled, and eat at a nice restaurant. In other words, I simply wanted to be accepted as a girl. Those were the dreams. The reality was that every time I considered it my knees started to quiver. Whether in excitement or fear I'm not sure, yet, in time, the day finally came. It was a Saturday, which gave me plenty of time to get ready, and that afternoon, wearing a nice summer dress and low heels, I stepped out of my apartment for the first time ever.... and I met my neighbor on the way down the stairs! Swallowing hard, and rather than running, I continued past her, made my way to the car, and left the area. I was positive that she knew who I was, but there was nothing I could do about it. However, I did dread the thought of having to return, and have her see me again. As I drove around my mind began to take everything out of context, warping it into a scenario of frenzied terror, the very thought of being caught dressed like that, as a girl, getting worse as the hours went by. But I had no choice. I had to go back home, then walk back into the house, dressed the way I was. I should have known better. After all the hours of practice, I looked as normal as any girl my age would, yet the fear lingered. When I pulled into the parking lot I could see her, just sitting there on her balcony, sipping a cold one. All I could do was my best, and walked up those stairs with my hopes high, my doubts and fear raging. I almost made it too. "Hi! You look spectacular! That color suits you!" "Yeah. Hi Janet." "Come inside, join me, have a cold beer. You look like you need it." I was caught, and there didn't seem like there was anything else I could do, so I joined her, sitting across the small table from her. "I would never have guessed that you were into this! But damn girl! You look great!" "How did you know?!" "Think about that! Just how many people live at your place? One! It had to be you! But, like I said, you look fantastic! Better than most." "Thanks." "First time out?" "Yeah." "And you're worried I might tell everyone? Don't worry, I won't, but I will ask you if you want to go see my brother performing tonight." "I... I... can't. Sorry." "Yes, you can, and should," she said firmly. "W...wwwhereee?" I almost couldn't ask! "He's the headliner at Mama's. He's a female impersonator. Been doing it since he was a kid, and got so good at it that he decided to make a living at it. Listen... ah.. what's your name?" "Jennifer,," I said timidly. "Jennifer. Nice name. I know that you're probably scared, but I've been watching my brother do this for years Jennifer, and it doesn't bother me at all! Especially when the girls look as good as you do!" "Tonight? I'm not sure that I..." "You have a little black dress, right? All girls do, so wear that; it'll be perfect! Come over at six. We'll have a nice dinner then see the show. You'll be fine, Okay?" By the time I was back in my apartment, I had grudgingly agreed to go with her, yet those pangs of fear were still there, nagging at me. Janet told me I looked great, which by itself was nice to hear, as it confirmed that I looked good, and it was someone other than me saying it. On the other hand, going out to dinner and a club would be the height of excitement and also great concern! I had dreamed of it many times, just going out someplace and being accepted as a girl, but this was my very first opportunity; I could trust Janet and go with her, or hide in my apartment forever. Based on what she told me, it was a no brainer. First glancing at the clock, I undressed and headed for the bath. A bubble bath had always calmed my nerves, and as I sank into the water, I hoped that Janet was right. Black lingerie, nude pantyhose, and my little black dress, a sheath style that hugged my curves tightly, and my shiny black heels accented the best makeup I had ever managed, and with my hair down, just covering my gold earrings, I had to admit, I thought I looked great. A gold bracelet, and necklace, some perfume and red lipstick, and I was as ready as I was going to get. Ready or not, I managed to meet Janet at the door, and she looked fabulous to say the least! Her usual uniform of jeans and sweats on the weekends, suits and skirts for work, had been replaced with a shimmering red number that displayed all of her assets to their absolute fullest! My modest bit of cleavage came from tape and gel pads, while hers was, well, impressive. She and I left in her sports car, the restaurant across town, a smallish yet very nice place. I did my very best to mimic her walk and arm movements when we walked in. "Afraid?" she asked. "A little, but nobody is staring at me, so..." "Honey, if they're staring at you, it's only because they're trying to figure out a way to get into your panties! You look just great and you know it, so quit worrying so much and enjoy your dinner!" I managed to get through dinner okay, then it was off to the club. I had heard of Mama's but had never been there, so I had no idea of what to expect. I figured, female impersonators equals sleazy, but I was astounded to see that the club wasn't anything like I expected. Clean tables, soft lighting, and soft music to begin with! Again, I followed Janet inside. "Miss Janet! How nice to see you again! And just who is your lovely friend?" "Hello Marcus," Janet said brightly, "this is Jennifer. It's her first time here, so hands off!" "You wound me! A creature as pretty as she should be on the arm of a handsome man!" "You're handsome enough I guess, but you're too tall for her!" Smiling at their pleasant jibes, I followed them to a table, right up front, and a waitress wearing a tuxedo style dress took our drink orders. "Marcus owns the place Jennifer. He's quite the ladies man, and he flirts with all the girls that come in here. Elaine, his wife doesn't seem to mind because as far as I know, he has never cheated on her." The club started filling up, most of them guys dressed like women, which shocked me a little. More than a few I could easily pick out, but there were some that I never did figure out. They could have been females as far as I knew. Yet all of them were dressed very nicely, and there didn't seem to be any animosity towards them. We were there about an hour when her brother showed up at our table. It was hard for me to believe that the woman sitting next to me was a guy, because there wasn't any sign of it, in ant way! She had magnificent cleavage, which was obviously very real, with creamy smooth skin, small hands, and a voice to match. "So," she said, "you must be Jennifer! Marcus is over there raving about you. I think he's in love... again! I'm Nancy, Janet's um... sister. Nice to have you here tonight!" "Thanks... Nancy." "I have to get ready, so I'll see you two later?" Nancy was wearing a cream colored linen suit with matching heels. Everything about her screamed woman, from her delightful figure, to her face and hair. It was hard to believe that she was anything but a woman. Janet merely laughed at my obvious confusion, but didn't offer anything. Just about the time I managed to relax and enjoy myself... "Would you like to dance," came a clearly masculine voice from over my shoulder. He moved in front of me and I saw that he was tall with dark hair and a winning smile. "I...um... I can't..." "Oh quit that Jennifer! Anyone can dance!" Janet sounded...motherly? Without waiting for more denials from me, he took my hand, then led me to the dance floor, sweeping me into his arms and leading me around the dance floor. So there I was, only my second time ever out of the house, dancing with a nice looking guy at a nightclub! You could say that I was elated that everyone thought I was pretty, but I was also wondering if this could lead to more adventures out of the house. I should have known better; going out dressed like that was a drug that once tasted, I would not be able to live without. Later Nancy put on a show that was beyond words in quality, singing all of her own songs and wearing fabulous costumes. After her show she rejoined us at our table. "If you like," she said to me, "I can show you a few tricks that will make your presentation even better?" "When?" "How about right now? We can go back stage, and I'll help you a bit!" I hesitated, so Janet said... "go on honey, she won't hurt you, and who knows? You might even learn something!" Nancy asked some pointed questions, then helped me get my dress off. Seeing my breast forms, she snorted, then pulled out some medical tape and proceeded to tape my chest in a way that produced mounds of flesh, which, when I had the bra back on, gave me great cleavage! "I'll bet," she said, "that you simply fold things back, right?" "Yeah, how else..." "Well, depending on just how good you want to look, say... in shorts? Or maybe tight slacks? You can get a panty that will take care of all that, and make you look like a girl at the same time! Let me show you." Nancy pulled up her dress, and there it was, looking for all the world just like the real thing! Seeing my stunned look, she led me to a small table where we sat. "Jennifer, you look just delicious, and for you to continue staying inside is a crime! You're one of the very best amateurs I've seen in a very long time, and one of the most natural looking girls I've seen in here in just about forever! It would be a total shame for you to hide behind that male side you have! I'll bet that all your life you have always wanted to be a girl, and it's only now that you can, right?" I nodded my head yes. "So, now that we know that, isn't it about time that you stepped out of that shell and became the woman you really are?" "Job," I barely managed to squeak out. "What do you do? Engineer? Lawyer? CPA? What?" "Engineer... I work at World Wide." "As it happens, the head of their personnel department is a frequent visitor here! And she looks great too! Maybe, if I talked to her, it could be arranged so that you can be the woman you want to be!" "Stan?! He comes here!?" "And she looks great too! A very well dressed mature lady if I say so myself!" "I... I'll think about it, but..." "It's a big step, I know, but I've been there, where you are now, and I understand. I wish I could have done it when I was growing up, but instead, I work here; more than anything I want to be a woman, but if I have the surgery, there goes my career!" Nancy and I walked out to meet Janet, who was sitting with a very nice looking older lady, who, after I looked at her closely, recognized her as Stan! I sat down next to her, wondering if she recognized me. It took a moment, but she did. "You look great....?" "Jennifer," I said softly, afraid for my job, which was stupid. "First time here?" "Yeah. Janet lives next door to me, and Nancy is her sister." "Talk about the best connections in town! Let me tell you, Nancy knows everybody; especially the very best people, those that can make us look better!" By the time I got home I was exhausted totally from the excitement, but as I looked in the mirror I wondered if Nancy had been right; it was true that I was hiding behind my masculinity; my inner girl had always been screaming to get out, yet the very thought of working as a woman, while enticing, would take a lot of time for me think about. The mere fact that everyone I knew would find out, especially if I were living and working as a woman, and that was very scary. I lay in bed that night hoping that I would get the chance to go back to the club again... real soon! The next morning as I ate a small breakfast, I wondered if I should get dressed up again, or just be myself that day. My mental wanderings were interrupted by a harsh knock at the door. It was Janet, and in her hand was a small bag. "Nancy gave this to me. She said to give it to you. I peeked, and I know that you'll just love it!" Opening the bag, I saw one of those special panties! "You looked? At this? This is a... she showed me..." "Yeah. I know what it is, it's one of those panties that Nancy uses. She said to tell you that she cleaned it really well, and she thinks it'll fit just fine. She's gotten bigger over the years, and had to get a bigger size. This is one of her old ones. Try it on!" "Now? But...." "None of that, go try it on, and let me see how it fits!" I took the panty, still in the bag, into my room, and with trembling fingers, held it out. Ugly is what it was, but still... I could hardly wait. I pulled it on, making sure everything was in the right place, then stood to look in the mirror. Damn! Was the only word that came to mind. I was still standing there gawking when Janet walked in on me. "Oh... That looks like it fits you perfectly!" "Yeah, but how does it..." "You sit like the rest of the women in the world silly!" "But..." "Now that you're almost dressed, why don't we go out and hang out? Maybe do some shopping? I need to get a few things anyway, and I just thought you might want to go." "Like that?" I asked, pointing to her shorts. "Sure! Why not? It's warm enough! Come on girl, get yourself going!" When we left, I too was wearing shorts, and the clearly defined Y in my groin simply screamed girl. I couldn't have been happier. Janet was all bubbly when she saw me, and made it clear that she thought that I should consider being a girl all the time! Even being only my third time out, I was elated at the freedom I felt, the pure joy at being outside dressed as a girl so great that I almost cried. No finger pointing, no laughing, just Janet and I walking through a local mart as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I bought some panties and lipstick, while Janet picked up a smock and some nail polish. From there it was lunch, then we headed off to see Nancy at her house. When the door opened, there was a guy standing there. I knew it wasn't Nancy, and I was right. It was her "husband". His name was Ron. He let us in, and Nancy walked out of the kitchen, wrapped in a robe. "HI! I see you tried it! How does it feel?" "Natural?" "That's my girl!" "We just stopped by to say hi," Janet said, "and let you see Jennifer in the daylight." "And she looks just as nice as last night!" Nancy said taking my hand... "Can we talk a minute... in private?" Once we were alone... "I wish I were like you Jennifer, I really do. You're young, pretty, and you're well educated you have a good job, and best of all, you're a natural. I have no idea if you're just a weekend girl, or if you want something more, and I won't try to guess, but I will say this; if you have any intention of becoming a real woman someday, then now is the time to start; don't wait until you're to old, figuring that nobody will understand, because they never do. Nobody has figured out whatever it is that's inside of us that makes us this way, but you and I? We're alike in more ways than you might think, only you have the chance to make becoming a girl a reality, and I don't. I want you to know that I'm always here for you, to help you get even better, and maybe help out when you think it's all too hard. Okay?" "Sure Nancy, thanks. Thanks for everything!" "What are you using for breast forms? Just those gel pads again?" "Yeah, they're okay I guess, why?" With a laugh she said... "I started with birdseed poured into a pair of cut off pantyhose! But, now I have tons of stuff that I no longer need, and obviously, as you can see, breast forms are one of the things I no longer need! I have some that slip in your bra, some that stick on, and some that you can even attach for longer periods of time! If you want them, they're yours." "I know you don't need breast forms, but why me?" "Because, like I said, you're so much like me at the same age honey. Only you have a chance that I never had. You can, if you want, actually become a woman someday. I have helped many guys like you over the years improve, but you, you're special somehow. You seem to have it all. The looks, the temperament, and the education to become a successful woman someday... if that's what you want that is." "I'm a bit overwhelmed Nancy! I mean, this is only my third time out!" "But it doesn't show, does it? You went out shopping this morning, without a second look from anyone I'll bet, and that alone says a lot. Just think about what it is that you want out of life and go for it. I didn't, and I ended up schlepping my ass across a stage for a bunch of drunks. You have more to offer, so you'll want more out of life than that. It's that simple." "But I don't know what I want! I mean, I always felt like I should have been a girl, but now..." "Now you have a job, a career, right? And family to think of?" "Yeah." "Well, in my experience, if you stand around waiting for the time when everyone will simply accept you, or agree with your decisions, you'll never be happy, not with this, and probably not anything else! For example, your mother wants you to live over here and you move way over there. She isn't happy, but you are. Who is right? And who is happy? Jennifer, you and I? We don't exactly fit in the way we are, and the only way that we can, is to become what we should have been in the first place and let the world accept us or not! Anything else would make us miserable, and personally, I don't think that we should be the ones that are miserable! Why not let them be miserable instead?" "Yeah, I guess you're right, but you could change, right? I mean, you have the body and all..." "I could, but I would be out of work! A real woman cannot work as a female impersonator, and trust me, I make a lot of money doing what I do! Even after my career is over I'll probably stay the way I am because I'll be to old for the surgery, and besides, Ron and I have been together ten years now, and we have a good thing going; I won't gamble on changing that." "I'm not sure Nancy, I mean, I want to be a girl, and I've always know that I should have been a girl, but my mom would freak right out!" "Maybe, then again, maybe not Jennifer. I'll bet you were dressing up a lot as a kid, right? So what makes you think she doesn't already know?" Nancy had given me a lot to think about, but nothing that had not already crossed my mind. She wasn't pushing me one way or the other, but she made all of the issues very clear. In my mind, the biggest hurdle would be my mom. No matter what I decided to do, she would find out, she always did, so maybe Nancy was right; maybe I should just talk to her. When I rejoined Janet, she and Ron were drinking coffee, waiting for Nancy and I to reappear. We stayed a while, then, on the way home, I decided that I really should tell my mom what I had been holding back for years. It was a huge gamble, filled with some decidedly dangerous issues, but in my heart I always knew that the day might come, and after talking with Nancy, that particular day was as good as any other. I did not mention my decision to Janet. Once I was safely inside my apartment, it took every single ounce of nerve I had to make that call, but it was simple. I merely asked her to meet me at a local caf? that afternoon because I had something very serious to talk to her about. No details, and surprisingly, she agreed. It wasn't that I was going to start living as a girl, but the fact that I was considering it at all, even in the slightest way, was a major event in my life, and I wanted to tell her myself. Rumor and innuendo would be the worst possible thing I could let happen. With that in mind, I went to the bath and began to get ready. Almost two hours passed before I decided that I was ready for the biggest debut of my life. I wore the summer dress with low heels, tasteful jewelry, and my best makeup and hair. Just a dab of perfume on my wrists and neck, then it was time to leave. I stood at the door for a moment gathering my nerve, wondering if I were doing the right thing, then I recalled what Nancy asked me; if I really thought my mom didn't know. I knew she did, which would make my appearance as a female almost anticlimactic in a way, although I was feeling intense trepidation at that moment. Telling someone you love dearly that you are somehow different isn't the easiest thing in the world by any means. I wasn't even sure that I wanted to live as a girl, or be, as Nancy put it, a "weekend girl", even though I always thought that I should have been a girl. It was a lot to gamble on, and while I was afraid of what my mother reaction might be, I was hoping for the best. With my heels clicking on the sidewalk as I neared the caf?, I saw her sitting there, just as calm as could be, dressed to the nines, looking gorgeous as always. I gathered all of my nerve, and stepped inside, then turned towards her table. She looked up, saw me and obviously recognizing me, she smiled! Hesitating a moment, she waved me to the table. As I sat down... "So! You finally got the nerve to go out of the house! You look very nice dear; better than I had hoped!" "You hoped? You knew? How could you know?" "When you asked me to meet you here because you had something 'serious' to talk about, of course I knew; for anything else you would have come to the house! And I'm sure you picked a place like this so I wouldn't make a big scene, right? I can add things up honey, and after all those years of playing dress up in my clothes, well, there was only one, possibly two, conclusions to be drawn... right? And this is the one that had to most possibility!" I was floored! "This is your big news?" "Yeah," I said quietly, "but I'm confused, and..." "And you want me to help you?" "Yeah." "No dear. You're really asking me if it's okay for you to be different. Or maybe even become my daughter someday? You are my child and I would never intentionally hurt you, you know that, but you're an adult now, and you are the only person that can make this kind of decision! I've always known that you liked dressing up, and maybe, in the back of my mind, I might have even thought this day would come, but if that's what you're asking me, I can't help you. I can accept you, and I can love you, and maybe I can guide you a bit, but I cannot, and will not, make a decision like this for you!" I was shocked at her answer, having been confident she would give me her opinion, yet she left it to me! I just sat there, unable to say anything that would make any sense to either of us, then it came to me. "So... you don't care if I become a girl?" "Of course I care! I'm not at all happy that you are even considering this, not even a little! But, if it makes you happy, and obviously it does, then it must be the right thing to do, and what I think doesn't matter, does it? You and I both know that life is to short to waste it; life is what we make of it, and whether you do this once in a while, or all the time, it's something that you alone have to decide on, and even though I don't like it, I'll support your decision because I don't have a choice! The choice is all yours. Now, lets get something to eat! I famished!" We went through the small line, got something to eat, then sat to enjoy the meal. My mother had told me nothing, yet she had managed to tell me everything I needed to know. As I sipped my drink... "I will make one suggestion honey," mom said, "if you decide that this is the real you, that you really want to become a young lady, then it has to be like everything else you've done. I always told you don't ever do anything half way, right? It'll have to be all or none if you want to have any chance of succeeding. Understand?" "Yeah, I guess so." "If you decide to be a girl all the time honey... by the way, what do I call you? I don't think I ever knew!" "Jennifer," I said, "Jennifer Michelle." "That's a nice name. Very feminine." "What about the rest of the family? They'll freak right out!" "Not if you really mean it, and if you look like you do right now, they'll get over it. Why worry about them anyway? I'm the one you have to worry about!" "I thought you would go... ballistic when you found out mom!" "That wouldn't serve any purpose would it? I'm not thrilled that you want to become a girl, men have so many more advantages that we girls don't have, but you'll eventually find out for yourself what that means. Now, the only question remaining is what are you going to do about this?" "I don't know right now mom. I do know that the Director of Personnel does this too; I've even met him, when he was all dressed up, and he told me that he could make it possible for me to continue working, as a girl, if that's what I wanted to do! But once I do that, it'll be forever! There's no going back as they say!" "That's probably right," mom said with an unexpected grin, "the people you work with? They'll probably accept the change from boy to girl, but they wouldn't accept you changing back very well. No dear. If you do this, then it has to be a one time thing, and you'll simply have to do your best, every day, all the time, without fail. Can you do that?" I don't know! I mean, I'll try, but everyone makes mistakes!" "That's true, and people tend to overlook the odd mistake honey, but you know what I mean. You have to walk, talk, and move like we do, all naturally, without any male mannerisms or you'll fail miserably, and become the object of ridicule and maybe worse, and I know you don't want that!" "Not hardly mother!" "Then you know what you have to do. Just study your options carefully, then make your decision, and stay with it. Anything else will probably lead to some very serious, and possibly dire consequences." She hugged me tightly when we parted, kissing me lightly on the cheek to let me know she still loved me, regardless of what I wanted to do. I was still struggling with the mere fact that I was even considering it, yet deep down, after all those years of harboring the truth in my secret place, and all those times I cried myself to sleep because I wanted to be a girl, I knew that I really didn't have a choice. All those years of hiding, rummaging through the hamper for clothes to wear, bad makeup during my learning curve, crummy wigs that I bought for a dollar at garage sales, shoes that were to big, and a variety of other, even less inspiring events, had led me to this day. Well dressed, some even say pretty, good makeup and my own hair, with clothes that actually fit me, plus, a new friend that could, and would, help me if I needed it. The answer was as plain as the nose on my face. Even though I had not been out many times, I was feeling confident enough about my abilities to be able to leap over my doubts. I was going to become the girl I had always known I was, and just like mom told me, there couldn't be any "try", There could only be "do". All or none. On Monday morning I was in Stan's office early. I wanted a private talk with him, to assure myself that he wasn't just blowing smoke up my skirt, and could actually arrange for me to work as a female. He was very effusive when he saw me, and shut the door before he said a word. Then... "Let me guess. You want to work as a girl, right?" "You said it could be done, so..." "This company has 12,000 employees in 10 states, and I want assure you that you are not the first person to transition while working here! There are several that I personally know of. We have a very firm policy on the issue, which does not allow anyone to harass you in any way. The results of something like that can lead to dismissal if they don't stop after a fair warning. Now then, is that what you want to do? Transition and keep working?" "What do I have to do?" "You need to legally change your name, but as long as you do that within a reasonable length of time, we can go ahead and issue you a new ID card, which means that you have to appear as Jennifer when we take the picture, which you'll do anyway of course. Then I send out an email to all supervisors informing them of your change in status. I also amend your work records to reflect your new name and so on, and that's about it. The rest will be up to you." "Can I... how long before... I can... start?" "Tomorrow if you wish, just come in and see me first thing in the morning, and I'll do the rest." With all my ducks in a row so to speak, by the end of the day I had made up my mind. I was going to do it, even though my experiences outside the house were limited; but, and Nancy made it clear, nobody is ever ready for every event, not even "real," women. No longer willing to hide from myself, I was ready to begin a totally new life. Since most of the women in the office wore suits, or skirts or nice slacks, and blouses, I had enough clothing to get by until I could go shopping and add to my meager wardrobe. I did call Nancy, and asked her about those stick on breast forms she mentioned, and when she said it was okay, I stopped at her house on the way home. Nancy not only gave me a pair of her best forms, but she even help me attach them to my chest for me. "Now, they have to come off every few months or so, to let the skin breathe, but they are the best, and if you use the cream concealer I used, You won't even be able to see any seams at all!" I thanked her, then went home to put on that panty she had also given me. It rounded out my hips and bottom, the slight swell below my waist adding definition. As I stood there naked and looked in the mirror, and saw breasts swelling out from my chest, all I could do was smile at my reflection. I carefully pulled on the panty, using the adhesive she had given me. After once again using the concealer Nancy had also given me, there was no sign that I was anything but a girl. My body shape had completely changed. Where once I had angles, I had curves. Only my beard was going to cause me some trouble. But, I could get it removed easy enough, and put that out of my mind. Instead I filled the tub and took a long bubblebath. Totally relaxed after making a very momentous decision, I lay there in the tub casually removing all vestiges of hair I could find. The feeling of total calm, after making the decision to live and work as a girl was a great relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I slept quite well that night, the jitters returning only when I was completely dressed and ready to leave the house, but I was too far into my quest, and I could not turn back. I drove to work, walked in, and went straight to Stan's office. He didn't bat an eye when he saw me, and I went through the rigmarole of new ID, photo and so on before he called my supervisor and told him to come to his office. Harry was a bit startled when he saw me, but quickly adapted, and greeted me warmly. "Look at you! You look very nice... Jennifer? I want to assure you that you will have no trouble at all, and if you do, you tell me and I'll take care of it. If I can't, then Stan will, so... welcome aboard! I'll also order a new desk plate Jennifer." "Thank you, both of you!" Walking along beside Harry through the office to my desk was a bit unnerving, but I managed, and ignoring everything else, went to work. I had to finish a report on the effects our new pollution controls were having. I was deep into working out the wording when... "Hi there! I'm Heather!" "Hi. I'm Jennifer." Heather was the office busy body. I dreaded her reaction, but... "Did Ken quit... hey! Wait a second! You're Ken!" "No, I'm Jennifer. Ken is gone and won't be returning." Surprising me, she didn't even bat an eye when I told her that. She knew of course, but seemed to ignore my new status, and said... "Well, let me introduce around the office then!" It was hard to do, but had to be done eventually, so I agreed, and as we walked through meeting people, she told them that I was Ken's replacement. Nobody seemed to get it right away, and although I did get a few long looks, everyone seemed to accept me for what I looked like; a girl, about 22. I was wearing a gray suit, the skirt just at my knees, with a red blouse and black heels. "Just watch out for Gary, he'll hit on anything in skirts, although he is easy on the eyes." "I know all about Gary, Heather. He won't get anywhere with me though!" "Yeah, maybe, but he'll try, he always does, and you're so cute that he won't pass up the chance to give it a go!" "He'll be a very unhappy man, that's for sure!" By the time the end of the day came, I was exhausted, both from the work, and the tension of exposing myself like that, but I survived, and stopped to make an appointment to get my beard removed. Having to shave was something I definitely wouldn't miss! The next day was a little easier, because people had seen me, and word had spread. Gary showed up at my desk, right at coffee break! "Hi there! I'm Gary, and I was wondering why a cute girl like you would want to have coffee all alone?" "Because I have lots to do," I said sweetly as I could, "and besides, the other girls have told me all about you!" "All good I hope!" "Well," I asked a bit snidely, "is it true that you got that girl... Elaine, down in planning pregnant?" "That's an unfounded rumor with no truth to it!" "That's not what I heard, so why should I trust you?" "Because I'm only interested in having coffee with you!" "Well, I guess I can trust you that far!" We had coffee, then, someone, a bit later I think, put a bug in his ear about me, because he never stopped by again. As the days went by, that vicarious thrill I once enjoyed evaporated as dressing up every day became mundane, almost to the point of drudgery. My beard was disappearing under the needle, and my need for more makeup was waning, and I soon began to go without it sometimes. Janet and I kept sharing things, and she often offered help in the form of suggestions on what to wear and when. On the whole, being able to live as a girl was a dream fulfilled, but it was a lot less exciting than I thought it would be. None of my chores changed, as I still had to clean the house, wash clothes, do the dishes and so on, and my job assignments did not get any easier either. I quickly came to understand why so many women went without makeup too. It was time consuming to put on everyday; but I almost always wore makeup at work. The taste, the smell, the way it made me look and feel was worth more to me than the time it took to put it on. My life evolved into one of expanding my wardrobe, getting my beard removed, and learning how to walk and talk among other things. In short, I was busy, but I was bored. Janet had been after me to join her when she went out to clubs, but I always demurred because while I wasn't worried about getting found out, I was spending a lot of money turning myself into a girl. But being bored is a strong incentive, so I finally agreed to join her. Having just started my regimen of hormone therapy I was almost broke, and when I mentioned it, Janet just laughed! "You silly girl! The guys pay for everything!" "Guys?" "Yeah, and well, I sort of mentioned to Jack that there was this cute single girl living in my building, and well, he's bringing a friend. He says that you'll like him." "But I've never... what I mean is, a guy? And me?" "You plan on being an old maid? No? Then wear that black sheath dress and we'll all go out and have a great time. Now go get ready and come to my place. They'll be here at six. Now scoot!" "Yes mother," I said, and went to get ready. I was mentally prepared for a date. After having spent the last four months working as a girl and with my body starting to change, I was ready. Besides, I wear that marvelous panty that allows me to participate as a complete woman if this date comes to that. We'll see. My breasts are starting to swell and fill out, and I think that within a couple of months I will have a full B cup. Right now I am an A cup without any padding and my hips and buns are rounder as well. Janet looked simply put, delicious. She was wearing a deep blue sequined mini dress with silver heels. Next to her I felt like a girl in a potato sack. The guys were right on time, and we left for dinner. My escort was a guy named Grayson, a Celtic name for sure! But he is tall and very handsome and very hunky. I could not imagine him without female companionship at any time, but he was with me, so I win! All through dinner he kept watching me, touching my hand and smiling, so I know that he liked what he saw. I know I did. Every one of my girl senses kicked in when I saw the way he looked at me, and I loved it. The hormones were obviously working!When he kissed me goodnight I tingled all over and I felt more like a woman than ever before, and wanted him to do more, but it was way to early for that. But he asked me out to lunch the next day. Of course I said yes. He and I walked into the cafe and were sitting there when my mom walked in! She saw us sitting there and walked over. "Why hello Jennifer! How nice you look! And who is this handsome young man?" "This is Stanley. He and I met the other day and we just hit it off." "Well have a nice day honey. Nice to meet you Stanley." That afternoon he tried his best to get me naked and almost succeeded, but my better senses kicked in and I sent him home. After he left I went to talk to Janet. She already had guessed what was going on. "Well? Did he score or are you still a virgin?" "I'm a... no. He did not score! He tried, and I almost gave in, but..." "You two are adorable together! You need to snag him before some other girl does Jenny! I know about that special panty Nancy gave you, so I know that you can... do it, so tell me why you are letting him slip away!?" "I'm not! I'm... scared." "Just let him lead the way Jennifer. He knows what to do, all guys do. Now go call him and ask him to stop by later, maybe for a light dinner? Oh, and wear something he can't resist." Janet was right. I went home and called Stan and asked him to dinner. Then I planned every moment of my deflowering to the smallest detail. I had the small roast, the wine, the soft music, and best of all, my tiny black babydoll and black heels, That would get his attention! I wasn't which would come first. The food or me. I opened the door and he saw me, then smiled widely and hugged me tightly while pushing his tongue down my throat. I was instantly on fire and took his hand and led him to my bedroom. Food would be later. His touch was electric, his caress gentle and exciting, but when he slipped my babydoll off my shoulders I almost fainted. Then he began to take his shirt off, but I did it instead. After that I was led to the bed and then into the ecstasy of love. every sense, every nerve, every fiber of my being was on fire. He showed me the way to womanhood that I had only heard about. After that I made him mine and our dinner was quite late that night. The thrill of it all was becoming a woman, the journey difficult but rewarding. I am his and he is mine.