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The Problem
Janet L. Stickney
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As I ran my hands down my body I felt the soft silky blouse, the soft
swell of my breasts, saw my legs and the short skirt. Grinning, I once
again checked the mirror, then pulled my shoulders back as I opened the
door. With a smile on my face I entered the room, calmly walking over
to the chair. I smoothed the skirt as I sat down, looking across at my
guest. The look on his face was one of awe and shock.
"Damn!"
"What?" I asked. "I told you what had happened and why I would be
dressing as a woman, so why are you so shocked?"
"Because you look so hot! That's why!"
My becoming a woman all began when I lost my job due to the buy out and
restructuring of the company. At every job I applied for, I was told
that I was over qualified, the money wasn't right, or some other silly
reason. After a few months of that, one of the interviewers slipped up
when he told me that if I were a female he would have hired me in a
minute. He told me that they needed to hire more women and/or
minorities in order to win contracts with the government. That bit of
news was enlightening and unexpectedly opened a new door for me. After
a lifetime of dressing up as a girl , I knew that I had the skills to
look like a woman; what I really lacked was the nerve to try and do it
every day.
It was a very tough decision to live as a woman because of all the
"if's"...
If I decided to work as a woman, I would forever be a woman....
If I could not master all of the gestures that are so natural to born
females...
If I could not handle the way men treat women...
If I could manage to interact with other women without being
discovered....
If I failed in any of the above, and others, I would be a goner...
For about three weeks I thought about what the guy had told me, but
with money running low and few options, I made a very daring and
momentous decision. I decided to try it. I knew that I might fail and
be discovered, but with all of my experience, I also knew that I had at
least a fair chance of succeeding, so I called the interviewer back,
and using my best feminine voice, I asked about the job opening. Very
polite, he set the appointment for Thursday the following week, which
gave me plenty of time to get ready for the biggest debut of my entire
life, let alone all of the implications of my decision. I made a list
of things to do, in order, then picked up the phone and made several
reservations, the first was for an all day session at the salon. Jenny
had done my hair many times, often suggesting that I do more; I was
finally going to take her up on her offer. She set the time quite early
for the next day.
I wore a simple skirt and blouse, no hose, no makeup and flats. Jenny
had me undress, leading me to the waxing room, then had me lay on the
table. To say that it hurt would be an understatement. She found hairs
on my body in places that I didn't know I had hair, then, without
mercy, yanked them out with the sound of ripping with each pull of the
wax sheet. Legs, arms, underarms, groin trim, butt, back, and chest
were each covered with wax then ripped off to make me hairless. My skin
was red and raw for over an hour, even after she applied the lotion,
but even with all the pain, the result was a smooth hairless body. Then
it was on to get my hair and nails done.
My hair was dyed blond and curled, my eyebrows thinned, my nails
extended a bit and painted a soft rose color. Then came the laser
treatments on my beard. She removed about a third of my beard, followed
by a mud pack and some lotion before another girl began my makeup. For
the next three days I went to the salon to have my beard removed, and
by the weekend I had virtually no hair on my face. One more session
would do it, and I made the appointment for Monday morning first thing.
Becoming a full time woman was one of pain as well as delight, but I
was focused on the task, and began to enjoy the way I looked and the
way my skin felt.
There were other issues of course, like hormones to make my skin
naturally smooth and soft without having to use the wax, as well as
breast development and the general rounding out of my body. I knew that
I would have to take the pills if I wanted any social life beyond my
front door, because this was not going to be just playing dress up.
This was going to be the real deal. I was going to become a woman,
24/7, no exceptions, a life shaping commitment and that thought, while
certainly scary, only made me more determined. Thats why I searched out
and found the very best vaginal panty on the market along with
extremely good breast forms. It was very expensive and took a whole day
to have made and put on, but when they were done I looked like a 23
year old woman from head to toe. Better yet, I would start having
periods just like all the other girls! I was as complete a girl as I
could become right then.
No matter what anyone says, it's hard for a guy to become a believable
woman; women act and react in different ways, have different ways of
looking at life, and are more prone to be 'nesters" than guys are.
Women simply do things differently than men, and there was no doubt in
my mind that it was going to be a challenge. I am however, blessed with
a few attributes that will make it easier. I stand 5' 8" in my bare
feet, weigh in at 147, and my hair, while not shoulder length is long
enough to do up in a modestly longer style. With a good diet and some
exercise, I was sure that I could get down to132 or less.
For the interview I would need documents to prove that I was who I said
I was, so I dug out the ones that I had created in my girl name. Using
the computer I had scanned in my birth certificate, changed the name
and sex, then printed it out. Using that, I had bravely applied for a
drivers license, which was not fake, but real. Those two things would
prove who I was, only my credentials were left to chance because I
couldn't use them. All I could do was recite them and hope for the
best. After my last session of laser treatment, they did my makeup, and
I left the salon to pick out an outfit for the interview. I wanted
something feminine, yet very business like; colors, but not bright.
What I bought was a jacket in a pale mauve. I would wear it with a knee
length black skirt, no blouse, and tasteful jewelry.
The morning of the interview I took a shower, then got dressed,
starting with plain white panties and a modest bra that revealed
nothing, especially my custom made breast forms. The way the vagina
panty padded out the curves in my hips and butt, it gave me a 37-26-37
figure, which pleased me to no end. After doing my makeup and hair, I
slipped on the pantyhose, then the skirt, which was just slightly above
my knees, followed by the jacket. A gold necklace, bracelet, and small
hoop earrings, then my perfume, and finally, the lipstick. Making sure
that I had everything, I grabbed my purse, opened the door, and stepped
into the future.
I was led into the office by a cute young girl, then seated myself
across the desk. After a quick series of questions, I was offered a
position much like the one I had before, but at a slightly lower pay
scale. I was shown to an office, a cubicle about ten by ten. I was
actually surprised by how quick the interview went, but put that aside
and concentrated on getting settled in. A photo ID card, computer and
name plate were all delivered within a few hours; I met some of the
other girls, then started on my first project. As the next few days
went by I began to get a better sense of the work place. Bill, my
immediate supervisor was about 50, and an avid girl watcher and in
general, a pleasant but dirty old man. His common terms for the women
that worked for him were baby, honey, and sweetness. None of the women
liked those terms, but never did anything about it; I also hated to be
called by those words, but I decided to let it go. I did have some guys
that I worked with that were very nice, and we worked together very
well; my knowledge of certain things surprising some of them. About a
month after I started work, I was promoted to Assistant to the
President, and Tom asked me out to dinner! He was about my age, 23,
very talented, single, and very handsome, and of all the girls, he
asked me out!
"I know a real nice, quiet Italian place...if you like Italian..."
I didn't even have to think about it. "I'd like that Tom! I love
Italian!"
"Seven okay?"
"That'll be fine."
Going out with Tom was going to be my first date ever as a woman, and
just like I did for the interview, I planned what I was going to wear
very carefully. Since I had started working as a woman, I finally broke
down and had a pair of very special panties,ones that were custom built
just for me, and gave me the total function and look of a female. That
made it possible for me to wear the black thong panties and feel good
about it. A black lace push up bra, a garter belt, and black hose. The
dress was a simple sheath dress with no sleeves a round neckline, and
was two inches above my knees. It fit me perfectly.
Tom was a perfect gentleman all evening, a funny and delightful man.
Dinner was wonderful, and when he took me home, I kissed him at the
front door as was expected. As I undressed I was elated. Going to
dinner with Tom had been my first date ever with a man, and I knew that
he had no idea that I too was a male; I was not going to let him find
out either!
As the weeks went by I became accustomed to the vagaries of womanhood;
all those little things that men don't think of. Like remembering
everything! Who wore what to every event for example. Then there was
learning what to wear and when. I was used to doing my makeup for night
time outings, but day wear is much different, and I spent some time
learning how to look normal! I also started on hormones, which could
take over a year to reform my body, so thats why I spent some big bucks
on a very special panty. It made me not only look like a woman, but
gave me the option of performing like one. Since Tom and I had gone out
two other times, I knew that very soon I would have to "take care" of
him, and if it came to it, that panty would make it possible.
I enjoyed every minute of being a woman. All of my preconceived ideas
about being a woman were, for the most part, shattered. Like...cleavage
for example. Most women used their cleavage rarely. Usually their
breasts were covered by blouses, sweaters, or dresses. Once I began to
accept the fact that I knew almost nothing about women, I made it my
challenge to learn and then master everything. Girls learn from birth
how to manipulate men, starting with their dad moving to boyfriends
then to husbands. I never learned any of that, but I was trying. They
learned how to dress for every occasion how to remember everyones name
and so on. That might come natural to some, but most, like me have to
learn it. My hill was not getting any less steep.
Tom and I went out to lunch, which is when he told me that his mother
wanted to meet me! He told me that she was excited to meet me since we
were 'dating'. We had gone out four times by then. I know for sure
because the girls all talk about it, that a guys mother can be very
critical because they face the prospect that another woman will take
their little boy away. I instantly knew that I would have to schedule a
trip to the salon for some more work! Smiling I told him I would be
delighted.
Our date with his mother was on Saturday at five in the afternoon,
which gave me plenty of time to get ready. I made the appointment and
on the day, I was once again plucked, baked, curled, dyed and made up
to perfection. I knew that he did not need his mothers approval, but
without it our dating would probably end, so I decided to help him a
bit. I bought a pale green shirtwaist dress that fit me perfectly, was
about two inches above my knees, and enhanced my figure perfectly. I
wore my padded pushemup bra with my high cut panties and sheer
pantyhose with white heels and all white jewelry with bright red
lipstick to match my nails and my very best perfume, the one I know he
liked.
He and I walked into his mothers house hand in hand, and she met us by
the pool. A small woman, she isn't more than 5' tall and maybe 100
pounds. Tom is 6'2" and a solid 220. They could not be more different.
She smiled and took me by the hand and led me to chair near hers.
"Thomas, would you get Amy and I some iced tea?"
Still holding my hand she asked how we met and those sort of questions.
Then she asked me about children.
"Oh!" I said quickly. "I cannot have children. An accident at a very
young age ruined that possibility."
Of course, the accident was that by accident of birth I was born a
male.
"Well," she said softly, "there is always adoption, that is a good
alternative. Thomas would be a great father, just like his dad."
"We've just started dating, and it is way to early to discuss those
kinds of things."
"You're such a lovely girl, so I just assumed that you and Thomas...
never mind. Obviously I have stepped into a sensitive area of
discussion."
"What's that mom?"
"I asked Amy about children."
"Too early for that mother."
After that his father joined us and we had a pleasant afternoon if a
bit nosy. His mother did her best to find out everything she could
about me. Where I grew up, who my parents are, and sisters or brothers,
things like that. Tom kept squeezing my hand and I gave her the barest
minimum information, but she insisted that she wanted to meet my
mother. I finally had to tell her that my mom had died of cancer over a
year ago and she quickly dropped it. Thomas and I left a few hours
later. At my house I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
"I have never seen anyone stonewall my mother so easily! You skewered
her really well today!"
"That was not my intention and you know it! There are some things I am
not ready to tell anyone."
"Tell me about us then Amy. Will there be more?"
"That depends Thomas."
"On what?"
"On how quickly you can undress me."
Turns out he could undress me rather quickly, so I led him to my
bedroom and proceeded to let him ravage my body. But it was not all one
way, I attacked him several times just to show him that I meant it.
That was my first time with a man, and I cannot say that I did not like
it. It was wonderful, and that special panty worked as advertised. I
quickly knew that I would have to start in a program so that I can
become a real wife some day.
His mother called and asked me to a lunch at a bistro downtown. I told
her that I would be delighted and prepared carefully. I just knew she
would try twenty questions again. She asked me, but my mom had died,
but my Grandmother is still alive and I visit her twice a week. I did
not tell Thomas's mother that. I also did not plan to say anything
about Tom and I sleeping together. That is none of her business. For
our lunch I wore a very nice skirt and flowing top with my heels and
perfect makeup. My best friend Julie told me that a lot of moms get
very protective about their sons. I could see that I had one of those
to deal with. My mother used to call women like that busy bodies.
"Hello dear. So nice of you to join me."
"Hello Grace. Thanks for asking me."
"Is Thomas treating you well?"
"He and I are fine Grace."
"You said your mother died of cancer, what kind may I ask?"
"Breast cancer. It took two very long and very miserable years to kill
her."
"I'm sorry dear, I really am. Sorry about making you feel bad. Do you
play golf?"
"Yes, why?"
"Our club is hosting this years couples tournament, and I was hoping
that you and Thomas would play this year, as a couple of course. It's
so much fun! We have a wonderful dinner and dance later that night with
a live band, it's really quite nice."
"Well, if Thomas asks me I'll consider it Grace, thanks for asking."
Our lunch went about the way I assumed it would. I did not take to
Grace right away, with her holier than thou attitude because she has a
lot of money, and I'm willing to bet that most people just gave in to
her. I am not one of those people and she quickly knew it. Her
invitation was just to see what I would say. She did not like it that I
said I would wait for Thomas to mention it. She was hoping that I would
agree and force Tom to do it. Fat chance.
I went to see my Grandmother at the assisted living/nursing home. She's
87 but acts like she is 17 and I love her dearly. She is the one that
told me to be myself, whatever that was. It turns out the real me is a
woman named Amy. I took her out and we went to lunch at a nearby
restaurant. As we were sipping on our drinks and waiting for our order,
Thomas walked in! He saw me and waved, then I saw his mother right
behind him. There was no way she would not try to join us. None. But I
had told Grandma about Grace and her 'I got money listen to me'
attitude, plus that I could not have children due to a childhood
accident. I also told her what I called the accident. I saw Grandma
wink at me and smile. A war was about to break out, and I'm positive
that Grace would lose.
"Hello Amy! How nice to see you!"
"Hello Grace. This is my Grandmother Rose."
"Can we join you?"
"Please do."
Once they were seated Grace started asking Grandma about our family,
but Grandma already knew what I told her so she shut Grace down rather
easily."
"I know that Amy told you about her mother, Kelly was not very old when
she died. It was a terrible time for all of us, but it was very hard on
Amy, having to watch that cancer eat up her mother like that. But she
and I have been very close all her life and now she looks after me."
"That's very nice Rose. Do you two live together?"
"No dear. I live in an assisted living home. I have my own apartment
but all the help I need. And of course if I ask, Amy will come to my
aid if I need her."
"I see. That's very nice. I was hoping that she and Thomas might..."
"That's up to them isn't it Grace? I mean, we had our chances when we
were their age, right? You and I sorted out the guys and then made our
choice, so I guess it's time for us to let them figure it out and
simply be happy with whatever they decide. I know that I will be
delighted with whatever Amy decides. Won't you?"
Grace hated it, but nodded her head yes. I saw that Thomas was trying
hard not to laugh, and I grabbed his hand under the table. During lunch
we talked about family, hers a rather large and very successful tribe,
ours smaller and more middle class. Tom asked if he could see me later
and I said yes of course. On the way home Grandma told me she did not
dislike Grace but could not, and would not, be friends with her.
"Be careful around her Amy. She knows that we don't trust her and since
she also knows that we won't bow down to her she'll try something else,
maybe not to necessarily disgrace you, but put you in your place, and
she'll try it at something like a dinner party where she'll let
everyone know that you are not of their class. Thomas might not be able
to help you there honey."
"That's okay Grandma, I won't need any help to put Grace in her place.
I got it."
When Tom showed up I was eager to hold him and let him love me. He
exuded a strength that I find intoxicating, but he had to know the
truth, so I told him about myself, straight out, no frills. He merely
looked at me and started laughing!
"My mother was beyond pissed that your Grandma did not kiss her ring,
and the fact that Rose handed my mother her ass when she started
talking about us. She was seething by the time she got home. She thinks
that because she has all that money that she is special. I keep telling
her that won't work with a lot of people. She was still steaming when I
left to come see you. Now, whatever shall we do about our dilemma? And
lets not worry about this boy or girl thing. We'll work it out, okay?"
I kicked him out the next morning so I could do my chores, like
laundry. I needed the time to decide how to handle Grace, but I was
aware that she might dig far enough to find out that I started life as
a boy. That might not be terrible since Tom and I have slept together a
few times and he knows that I am a woman, so even though he knows the
truth I was hoping he would stand up for me. Turns out that Thomas was
right. Grace invited me to a ladies luncheon at her club. Tom told me
there would be about 15 ladies there.
I had a whole week to get ready, and went out and bought the perfect
outfit. I was not about to buy a dress that looked to be from 1900, I
bought a tailored suit. White, I would wear it with a red blouse and
red heels and accessories. On the day of the lunch I hit the salon, and
when I left I never looked better. My hair and makeup were perfect, and
I was ready for Grace to do her best.
The ladies were all about Grace's age, and all of them looked to have a
ton of money. I was introduced to all of them, and joined them at the
table.
"Amy is dating my Thomas. They seem to get along quite well
considering."
"Considering what Grace?" I asked.
"Well, you do work in an office, right?"
"That's correct Grace. I do work in an office. I am the executive
assistant to the President of the company. I am up for promotion to
Vice President in a few weeks as a matter of fact!"
The ladies all congratulated me while Grace was busy forcing a smile.
She had no idea what I do for a living and I could care less.
"I understand that you are not really a female." Grace went directly
for the jugular, just like I expected.
"Well, you might want to check with Thomas on that since he has been
staying at my house for quite a while now. Maybe he can clarify your
obvious intent to smear me in front of your friends."
"Well You cannot have children!"
"That is true, I cannot have children, however I doubt you or any of
these very nice ladies can either, and certainly not my Grandmother,
yet nobody doubts that you are all women, right? Thank you for a
wonderful lunch. Have a nice day ladies. Goodbye Grace."
She was beyond furious when I left since she did not know about Tom
staying at my house once in a while. Her face was purple with rage, and
when I merely smiled at her she almost but not quite exploded. In her
mind people cower when she speaks, They do not tell her to stuff it,
yet I called her out in front of her friends and that did not go over
well. Smiling I left the club and promptly called Tom and told him what
happened, including her allegations. But he knows the truth because I
myself had told him. He was laughing when he hung up. The crap was
about to hit the fan as they say.
That night I once again reminded Tom about myself and the panty I use
and why, and reminded him again that I was waiting to be scheduled for
my final surgery. He merely smiled and told me that his mom had already
called him and she was beyond furious at me for "making her look
foolish" in front of her friends.
"I'm pretty sure that she won't try that again, but she might try to
mess up your promotion. She is a very vindictive woman when she is
angry."
"Let her. They know about me at work too, and my boss could not care
less. As long as the job gets done he's good, but I'll put a bug in his
ear about Grace anyway."
He and I spent a delightful evening together, and the next day at work
my boss told me he got the call I warned him about. He told me that she
sounded like it was a huge conspiracy on your part to get her money. I
assured her that you make more than enough money, and you certainly did
not need hers, and she hung up on him! I quit worrying about Grace,
took my promotion, and went back to work. It was about a month later
that I had my surgery to become a complete woman, and a few months
later Thomas and I got married without anyone else there, including
Grace. Talk about furious, when she found out that we were married I
thought she would explode. Too bad.
My problems have all been solved and I have a wonderful husband. Life
is good.
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