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20th July 2013
Human again, Jen has been telling me about Julien. I did not realise that
they have been in almost daily contact. He was busy completing his
research until just recently, now he has finished and he is looking for
his next target. Jen is fairly sure that he will go for a doctorate. Jen
will soon finish her Masters and she is talking about further
specialising in European Law. Strangely enough, it is best studied at the
Sorbonne.
Julien is coming over in two days time. I am going home for a few days to
give Jen some space. We have been together in every way for so long and
it is all starting to change. I don't feel as wretched about it as I
thought I would. I am happy that Jen has found someone. I hope it works
out.
24th July 2013
It has been great being at home. Now I am a fully functioning woman, mum
is treating me differently. I am definitely accepted as a woman by her
now. She had a long natter with me about her first time, I had no idea,
she was much younger than I had thought. She told me about her first time
with dad. I have learnt so much, I am, kind of eager to try things, but I
don't want to rush.
I think I will go on the pill just in case.
1st August 2013
Two interesting things happened after I went home. The first was contact
from Fran, she and Mary had published a paper about the first year's dig
at Tean, around the time that we were there this year. Fran had received
a contact from a historian who specialised in Roman trading, pre their
conquest of Britain. This guy had read her paper and had got very
excited. Apparently, he had found records that must have originated with
traders who had used the Scilly Isles as a stopping off point. He had
found reference to a priestess cult that was forbidden for women. This,
he had always assumed to be a textual error. The text had referred to the
powerful priestesses who were always naked from the waist up.
There were three priestesses and they controlled most of what went on
locally. The head priestess was referred to as the father of the youngest
and she was referred to as his son. He had assumed that the text had been
nonsense but now there was an explanation. He was now searching for any
other references.
The Archaeological evidence had shown the site to have been inhabited for
only a short time. The huge unanswered question, is where the microbes,
that initiated the change, came from and how they were discovered by the
first man or priestess. No earlier evidence of anything similar had been
found.
The second thing was a contact from a psychologist who had used me for
research fodder, when I was an undergraduate. She had heard about my
change and wanted to do a follow up on my personality and behaviour
changes. I thought it would be interesting, so I agreed.
The results were fascinating. Apparently, my emotional intelligence had
become much stronger, so had my warmth, idea orientation, extraversion,
openness to change, forthrightness, spontaneity, self reliance and social
boldness. She said that the differences were quite marked. She was also
surprised at the difference in my behaviour. My confidence levels were up
and my behaviour was more thoughtful, inclusive and group oriented.
I had thought the opposite. I thought that I was avoiding social contact,
but now I think about it, I am spending a lot of time, sharing with new
female friends. I suppose I spend more time rabbiting, than I used to.
August 14th 2013
That bloody time again. Why did I agree to this, I must be mental.
(there will be compensations- Jen)
August 18th 2013
I didn't realise Jen was still reading my journal.
We still sleep together but sex is not the reason. We cuddle and it is
nice.
I am going out with Jim tonight and I am feeling randy. I have even got
myself some sexy, flimsy underwear and I am going to wear it under a
floaty summer dress. Jim knows my background and that it is still too
soon for me to have full on sex, but I am determined to make him really
begging for it. Power.
August 19th 2013
That was lots of fun, but bloody frustrating. I looked back in this
journal and saw that it is only about a month since I started to think of
men as serious sexual partners that I want to shag. It feels quite
natural now. I think that I really want to get on with it. I see the
surgeon again next week, for a check up. I am still using the dildos
everyday, fun but frustrating.
August 28th 2013
I have been given the all clear. Apparently, I have healed very quickly.
Jen is off to stop with Julian next week. She has finished and submitted
her dissertation. There may be a Viva Voce to come, but all the research
and writing is complete. I will have the place to myself for a week or
two. Hmmm.
(enjoy, I am going to-Jen)
September 1st 2013
I am no longer a female virgin. That was different to how I expected it
to be. I was very nervous when the moment came. I had invited Jim round
for a meal and the poor soul had to put up with my cooking. I had assumed
we would eat, talk a little, canoodle a bit and then to bed. I was not
going to drink much, because I wanted to be 100% aware of what was going
on.
When it came down to it, I lost my nerve. After we finished eating, I did
everything I could to delay things. I talked for Britain. Thankfully, Jim
was finding it amusing, rather than annoying.
Eventually, he lifted me out of my chair, held me close and kissed me. It
was lovely to be held in his arms like that. I clung on to him for dear
life.
When he unzipped my dress, I nearly fainted. His warm hands on my bare
flesh, were soft and controlling. I was terrified, but I wanted him to
take control. His caresses and kisses were wonderful, but I could not
stop shaking.
He carried me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed kissing and
caressing me. I was helpless. Then he stood up and started to undress. I
watched him, in a trance, until, finally, he removed his last clothing
and there was the most beautiful, frightening cock, erect and ready to
fill me.
He got on the bed, I so wanted him in me, but I was unable to move. He
gently pushed my legs apart and got between them. When I felt him pushing
against my vagina, it woke me from my dream. I thrust my hips towards him
as he started to enter me. It was a feeling like nothing I had ever
experienced before. Jim is so much bigger than me. I was aware of his
bulk above me and the wonderful sensation of him inside me filling me.
He started to move and we found a rhythm together. It was wonderful. I
was being possessed, owned, dominated, I just wanted to give myself to
him. I had no idea how wonderful an orgasm could be. When he finally
came, I did not want him to leave me. I wanted him to stay there inside
me. In the end he softened and I had to let him go. If I had known it was
going to be like that, I would have done it much sooner. Thank god for
the bugs or virus or whatever got me.
We played with each other until I felt Jim rise again and then I pulled
him into me. It was just as good, but now I was no longer in a funk. I
was giving every bit as good as I got. We managed twice more before I
made Jim breakfast.
This morning, I went and got myself a morning after pill. We did not use
condoms and my contraception is probably not working yet. Better safe
that mummy.
That was bloody fantastic. Jim was a wonderful lover to break me in like
that. I am a bit sore this morning but I don't want to leave it too long
before I do that again.
September 7th 2013
It is even better the second, third, fourth and fifth time. It is so much
more complete, to experience love making as a woman. You are receiving
and giving at the same time. Orgasms are quite addictive. I could spend
quite a lot of my time doing this. It is not quite as much fun with a
condom, but I am not sure that my contraception is fully functional. I
have been out buying more sexy underwear, it is so much fun having
someone remove it.
Jim is looking knackered but happy.
I have not been spending enough time on my proper research. I have been
looking at videos of how to do different types of make up. I have also
been working on my style. I have settled for sexy, cheeky academic, it is
an interesting look to pull off. Why was I ever worried about changing
into a woman. It is bloody marvellous.
September 11th 2013
Jen is back and it is that time of the month again. It is a bit of a
relief this time, because in wearing Jim down to a ghost of his former
self, I do not think we got the contraception 100% safe. I am not ready
to be a mum yet and I have no intention of marrying Jim. He is a good
shag though.
Julian proposed to Jen and she has said yes. We still sleep in the same
bed for old times sake, but we no longer make love, we just cuddle. I am
so happy for Jen. As soon as her Masters is confirmed she is going to
move to France to live with Julian and do her doctorate at the Sorbonne.
I wish her all the happiness in the world.
( thank you, it seems that you have turned into a sex mad slapper whilst
I have been away. I told you that you were moving to the better team.-
Jen)
October 20th 2013
Jen has just moved to France, having had her Masters confirmed. I thought
I would be lonely when she left but my sex life has kept me quite well
occupied. I think I must have worn Jim out. He wanted us to live together
as a couple and he was quite surprised when I turned down his offer. He
is looking for commitment and I am looking to make up for lost time.
Gerry is my new lover. I did not realise it could be so different with a
different man. I think I will sample a few more before I settle down. I
am getting close to completing my research and have got more than half
way through my write up. The messages that I am getting are that it is
looking good and, if I don't cock up, there is funding for me to go on
and do a doctorate at Exeter.
I think the function of this Journal has been fulfilled. I am a happy
bunny now. All the traumas are passed and I am in a good place. I will
have one more session with the lab, but I think that they have had enough
of me, now. The research profile that they have achieved, studying me,
will last them a while. I just want to get on with my life and not be a
curiosity any longer.
So farewell Journal, you have served your purpose.
January 1st 2020
I found my old journal and read it through. It is hard to remember, now,
how difficult I found my transition to femininity. I even find it
difficult remembering what it felt like to be male.
I am no longer Mr Trewidden, I am not Ms or Miss Trewidden, I am now
Doctor Fran White. Back in 2013 I went a bit wild for a period. I made up
for lost time, sampling the delights of a number of hunky, sexy men. It
was good fun, but when I met Adrian, it was as if the world had changed.
He is lovely, sexy, fun, handsome and wise and he is my husband.
Strangely enough, he is a Doctor too, but he is, what he calls a proper
Doctor. He reckons that if I can't cure people and, all that I can doctor
is Philosophy, it doesn't really count. He can't help being an idiot.
We have two children, Ben who is four and Alice, who is just two. I have
a third on the way and he or she is due in April. I love being a mum, I
love being pregnant and I love the smell of babies. Who would have
thought it? I ought to stop at three, but we shall see.
Jen is still in France and married to Julian. She is disgusted with all
things Brexit and thinks that Bozo Johnson and his henchmen are a total
disaster. She has a French passport now and their young son is bi-
lingual.
She teaches at the Sorbonne. I am not teaching at the moment. I still do
research and write the odd paper and I supervise a couple of Phd
students. My biggest joy, though, is my family.
I can not think of any happier outcome to that dig on Tean than the one
that I recorded in the Journal.
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