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A COVID Transition
I was working on grading papers when the phone rang. I answered it
seeing that it was my wife calling. Following my simple "hello," she
let the conversation. "Hello Tricia, how did your class lectures go
today? Did you wear the outfit I set out for you today? Did you look
good on camera while you were lecturing?" "Yes Ann, I wore the outfit.
I was a bit nervous about the black knit top and bralette. The crew
neckline concealed the lacy bralette just fine and I could not make out
any undergarment lines in the mirror or on a camera test. I even went
with the light foundation you showed me. I did not wear the sheer nude
lipstick though, as it made my lips glisten in the test run."
"Well honey, that was the intent. In the small window they see you in
while you lecture, not much is going to betray your feminine look. I
wonder if the girls in your class would be as "hot for teacher" as I am
if they could see your white pencil skirt, silky smooth nyloned legs
and the black polka-dot high heels? Too bad they are below your desk
and out of camera view. I bet there might be a guy or two in your class
that may want teacher too."
"Slow down Ann. I am getting concerned that I may be enjoying this game
of our ours too much. It is getting scary. Dressing full-time for the
past three weeks since the university campus closed, I am finding
myself starting to become quite feminine in my mannerisms and voice. I
had to check myself a couple times today during my lectures as I found
myself thinking about be dressed as a woman and unconsciously crossing
and uncrossing my silky, nyloned legs. I started to elevate my voice
several octaves and use feminine hand gestures. Thank God these
lectures are just being streamed and not recorded. I think we may need
to pull back on the feminine training for now."
"Well dear, I am so glad you are finding your metamorphosis so
enjoyable. Do you really want to pull back on your transitioning? I am
not sure if you can do that at this point, even if you wanted. The
other evening you were quite the woman in bed. Your moans were more
feminine than mine as we made love. Oh, were you moaning -- and asking
for more as you arched your back with you stockinged legs and stiletto
pumps resting against me shoulders! You are a natural woman. And the
way you reciprocated, gently stimulating me with your tongue and
probing me with your fingers was almost more than I can take. My back
is still a bit sore from arching in such an extreme manner. I can tell
you straight out I have never enjoyed sex so much in my life. If your
becoming a woman is more of this, I am totally on board my dear lady."
"Ann, that is what I am talking about. If I keep going like this, you
are going to lose your husband and any semblance of masculinity I once
had. I have no desire to wear any of my male clothing. I am spending my
free time surfing the net for ladies clothing. My eBay cart is full of
clothing and I may hit a limit on likes on Poshmark, if that is
possible. I bought three dresses and two skirt suits, along with three
very feminine, professional blouses after class today. Ann, I am
shopping with the mind that when we can return to classes, I will be
using feminine pronouns."
"Oh Tricia...enjoy the journey. You have talked about doing this for so
long. I can remember the first time you shared with me your desire to
be a woman. Do you remember? It was late in fall, while you were
leading a study session as the graduate assistant in my human sexuality
class. I will never forget. You were sitting on the desk, talking about
of all things, transgender identity in the LGBTQ+ community, when I
noticed your nude pantyhose peeking out between your pant leg and
athletic shoes. That is when I put it together. Your skinny jeans and
athletic shoes looked very familiar to me. They ought to have, as I had
ordered the same from Long Tall Sally a few days earlier."
"Your eyes met mine and your amygdala registered that I had made you.
Your flight response was in full gear. You hopped off that desk so
quickly to smooth the legs of your pants down. Too late, I thought as I
sat there smiling - trying to do so ever so warmly, so as not to be
threatening. I had the hots for you from the first class, as did
several other girls in the class and even one boy I knew of. I could
see in your eyes that you just wanted to get out of there. That is when
I raised my hand. I could see the fear in your eyes that I was going to
out you, right then and there. So, I expressed the observation that
transgender individuals are so often misunderstood and that in some
ways we are all transgender, having both a male and female side to our
personalities. I went on to note that in some individuals, the opposite
gender of their assigned sex at birth, is stronger. Probably
attributable to hormones and neurochemistry that feminizes the
developing brain in utero. You looked so relieved. However, when class
ended a short time later, you were the first out of the room. I had to
jog down the hall to catch up with you. You were booking it in your
women's shoes and skinny jeans. You did not want to talk. I had to
insist you give me a just a couple of minutes to apologize. That got
you to stop and look at me. You asked me what I had to apologize for?
Remember? I said for envying your look. I went on to tell you I liked
how your skinny jeans looked on you. I also told you I loved your off-
white top, as I recognized it from the LTS catalog as I now looked
closer. You were wearing the outfit pictured in the catalog."
"Ann, I remember so clearly. I could not imagine I was standing in the
hall, dressed completely as a woman, talking to the prettiest girl in
my class, about wearing ladies' clothes. I was going to deny all,
although it was plain to see you had me nailed. Before I could get out
a word, you took my hand and place the finger of your other hand to my
lips. Then you said "they are Hanes Silk Reflections" are they not? My
favorite hose when I need to dress professional."
"I invited you into my small office, if it could be called that. A
table against the wall and two chairs turned away from it. As I offered
you a seat, you closed the door and sat down. I remember sitting down
with out concern for letting my jean legs rise. Here I sat with what my
dream girl girlfriend, dressed as woman and my Silk Reflection hosiery
in plain sight. I was wondering where the conversation would go from
here."
"As you took in my outfit, again, you asked me if I was wearing a bra
or bralette beneath my top. I was wondering if I was sitting in front
of Supergirl. Did you have x-ray vision? At this point, what the heck.
I just said yes, noting it was from Victoria Secrets."
"Well Trish, you proved the old saying true, "Gentleman prefer Hanes."
I would soon learn that I preferred my guy in Hanes, as well. It was
what, a month, when I had you going out to a club with me dressed in
black leather mini skirt, sheer black blouse and a sexy black lace bra
to go with the silky black Hanes pantyhose and four-inch stiletto heels
that made your legs look like they never ended. Watching your naturally
long hair sway, while framing your near perfectly made up face, had my
desiring to find the end of those silky legs below your skirt. I was so
hot for you then and I am even hotter for teacher now!"
"Ann, you are the find of a lifetime. Never did I ever think I would
find someone to understand me, much less marry me. You are incredible.
Gosh I wish you were home for I could give you a big hug and a kiss."
"Oh honey, I got so caught up in thinking about us, I forgot to tell
you why I am calling. Word just came down from Cindy, our CEO, that we
are closing the offices for the foreseeable future. Our chief medical
officer has apparently been in contacted with some of his of med school
buddies at John Hopkins. It appears this is going to get a lot worse,
before better. Better means there is a vaccine for the virus. He has
recommended to Cindy that we close and work from home until that time.
So, I will be home with you probably through December. That gives us
nearly eight months to perfect your look, mannerisms, voice and psyche
for when you return to the classroom as Dr. Patricia Owens, rather than
Dr. Patrick Owens."
"Hun," I said, "that is great news. I am surprised that you are
closing, since biomedical engineering is considered an essential
service."
"Me too," said Ann and continuing, "but I almost wet my panties with
excitement, thinking about a great time us ladies are going to have.
Maybe, we will be one of the lucky couples to emerge from this with a
plus one addition to our family. You will make such a great mom."
"I have to admit that would be terrific, Ann. Thinking about being a
mom, rather than a dad, is a bit disconcerting. Just hope it is a girl.
I believe that it will be easier with girls, than with boys, for me to
be their mom."
"Tricia, are you thinking twins or a herd? I must admit I would like to
have girls as well. Now I am using the plural. Maybe one of the
researchers here will find a way to biologically alter males to carry a
developing fetus."
"This is starting to sound like an episode of the Outer Limits, Ann.
Lets take this one step at a time."
"I agree Tricia, let's work on your transition. The second child may
require artificial insemination if your transition goes as well as I
feel it may. Oh, other exciting news. In my role as lead health
psychologist, I have been assigned a new project - assessing
psychological components for successful breast implant surgery,
primarily focusing on breast cancer survivors. When Cindy called me
earlier today to give my unit the assignment, she suggested I may wish
to explore expanding the parameters to include the growing prospective
male-to-female client base. She indicated that one of our prosthetic
research labs is working on breast implants for this group and they are
also looking at some prosthetics for creating more realistic vaginal
areas. She wants to look at factors MTF individuals consider when
deciding on bottom surgery. Is the realism and function a critical
component in the decision-making. I am so glad that this was a phone
conversation, rather than in-person meeting. From the tone of her
voice, I cannot but help think she is making some assumptions about us,
well, you, based on the fact you have dressed for our last two company
Halloween parties as a woman. Maybe we should have not been so
realistic in your presentation. I must admit, your Jessica Rabbit
outfit was one for the highlight reel. You were the sexiest, prettiest
woman in the room. If we had laced your corset any tighter, I think we
would have crushed you rib cage. Glad you had suggested doing corset
training in advance. The tight corset did give you a somewhat fleshy,
realistic bustline. Between your high cheekbones and your near perfect
saunter in five-inch stiletto heels, you were all too realistic. No one
guessed you were anything else than what they saw -- a woman dressed up
in a Jessica Rabbit costume."
"That was a fun and scary evening. My dream costume and nightmare
scenario - your boss kissing me during a slow dance. What was I
thinking to accept his hand to dance? I thought he knew I was a guy in
a dress."
"That Trish is why you need to pursue your transition. He was so hot
for you. I was afraid he was going to try to drag you off to a remote
part of the building for a blow job. Heck, you were so much into being
Jessica, you may have granted him his wish!"
"Ann, I am so glad you stepped in. As we have discussed, I was Jessica
and as scary as it sounds, I probably would have blown him. Thank you."
"Okay Tricia, we need to end this conversation. My panties are getting
wet and I suspect yours may also be as well. Give me an hour to pull
together what I need to work from home. I would not mind you greeting
me at the door with a glass of wine, wearing a negligee. I am thinking
the black satin one. You can lay out my matching chemise with panties
and stockings. Put my black patent heels with them. I know you will be
in your ankle strap stiletto sandals."
"Ann, you know your wife too well. Red lipstick as well will be
awaiting your lips. Your choice of which lips first!"
"Trish, you are terrible. Let me raise you. Pull out "Henry" and set
him with my outfit. I have a feeling he is going to get a good workout
tonight. I will let you dwell on which lips he will penetrate first
tonight. Best you practice your "O's" for this afternoon's delight. Let
me assure you, if you can get pregnant, it will happen this afternoon."
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