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I was in the kitchen ironing one of my work shirts when I heard the knock at the door. Looking down at how I was dressed I decided it was best to ignore it and pretend I was not home. The knock came again a little more loudly. "I am not home, go away," I said quietly. Then out of the blue I heard keys rattling and the deadbolt start to turn. Panic immediately set in, quickly I ran out of the kitchen, nearly falling as I slipped on the hard wood floors in my nylon covered feet. Rounding the corner for the stairs I heard the door catch on the chain with a bang. Whew, I had set the chain. I ran to my room and stood quietly listening, nothing, they must have left. Only one other person had a key to my house, my best friend Ben. After my parents had died he and I had become even closer. I inherited the house, a 3 bedroom 2 bath craftsman, and had given him a key for when he was in town on the weekends to stay in the extra room. Up until now he had never used it. I pulled the curtains back cautiously. To my relief his car was not in the driveway. "He must have left." I decided that the threat was gone and headed back down to finish up my ironing, but as I entered the kitchen I froze. There standing with his back to me looking in the fridge was Ben. As I took a step back to run again he turned. "Hey I hope you don't mind I used the key and came in the back, but I will be down here all week to open a new property and... Oh um sorry Miss is David..." He stopped mid-sentence as a look of realization came over his face. "Dave, what's up, is there a costume party I am not aware of or?" I wanted to run. No, I wanted to disappear. Instead I just stood there and stared at him. I stood there in a plain mauve dress with white capped sleeves and sweet heart collar. It was double breasted with a belt and patch pockets. It fell comfortable to just above my knees, allowing for ease of movement. I had ordered it off line at a house keeping uniform site. To complete my look I was wearing suntan control top pantyhose. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail with a white scrunchy, and tiny gold stud earrings adorned my ears. I wore basic make up, just a little mascara and foundation, and under the ironing board were my rubber soled clogs. I looked like any other housekeeper from the hotel that I worked for, but I wasn't a housekeeper, I was the hospitality manager (bar manager) and I wasn't a girl, I was David Jensen. Ben's best friend since high school and very much a guy. My body was able to move, so I scurried over and picked up my shoes. "Let me go change and I will explain, this is not what you think," I said and turned around to leave. "Wait David, it is no big deal, you just startled me. I have never seen you dressed before, but it is cool," Ben said. I turned around and looked up at him, I felt so small next him all of a sudden. What did he mean by "just never saw me dressed before" then it hit me. "You knew about this?" I gestured at my dress. "Of course. Come on man I have known you for 20 years. I notice things about those I care about. The fact that your arms and legs have been hair free for a year. Or the little bit of eye make-up that was still there. At first I just thought you were going through a phase but as your hair grew longer and your gestures changed, I figured you may be, well you know, transitioning." I felt kind of foolish as I thought back. Of course he noticed. With that I moved over to the table and sat down. "I am not transitioning, this is just something I have found I enjoy doing. I am not sure why but I like how the clothes feel and doing chores in a dress like this seemed fun, like playing a charade. But I am not becoming a woman." He smiled at me. "Ok, I am good with it, do you use a female name? Donna maybe?" "No I do not use Donna, now I am going to go change." Once in my room I was overcome with emotion. Sitting on my bed I began to cry. Looking at myself in the mirror across the room I gaped. I had folded one leg under me, the other was draped over the knee. My elbows were on my lap face in my hands. I dabbed at my eyes with my knuckles so as not to ruin my mascara. Everything was a very feminine gesture and all second nature. My god, Ben was right, I had really changed, all of the dressing and pretending had affected my body language. I stood up and unzipped my dress. Letting it fall to the floor. In the bathroom I took a baby wipe and started removing my make-up. Sure enough I still had dark lash residual color and standing in my slip and pantyhose with my hair up I still looked like a girl, a boyish one, but still a girl. I hung up my slip and dress. I went over to dresser and pulled out a pair of Jeans and a polo shirt. It wasn't until I turned around and to check my butt in the jeans did I realize that without thinking I had pulled them on over my panties and pantyhose and I was still wearing a white sports bra. I crossed my arms and was just about to pull the bra over my head when Ben knocked. "Hold on a second," I said and grabbed my polo shirt and swiftly pulled it on over my bra. Slipping on my Sperry deck shoes quickly I pulled the door open to see Ben walking down the hall towards the spare room with his suit case. He turned and did a quick head to toe look at me. "I was just letting you know I was up here in case you were going to come out and had not changed yet, but I see you did. I will be down in a few, please don't feel uncomfortable." Then he stepped into his room. "Yeah like that is possible," I thought. After putting away the ironing board I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at the kitchen table to contemplate the fact that I probably just lost my best friend. I was on the verge of tears when David came in. As if nothing was even a slight bit different he launched into how his company had its offer of the Stratford resort accepted and he was the one that would be finalizing the deal and then staying on to manage the transition. "Two years we have been trying to buy that hotel and finally it happened. I never expected to be the one the board would ask to bring it in, but I am excited. It comes with a huge raise and promotion." As he spoke I couldn't help but feel kind of upset with him. He had just come in and found me dressed as one of his hotels maids and he was acting like it was totally normal. I mean, if the shoe was on the other foot I would want to at least ask some questions. "Could he really be that accepting? No he is just trying to change the subject. That is good right? I mean just pretend it didn't happen. But I want to explain for some reason. I want him to know. I need a reaction." He was standing at the counter across from me. I was sitting at the table with my legs crossed at the knee. It dawned on me that I was still wearing pantyhose and if he looked my ankle was exposed. I dangled my shoe. No reaction. "I hope you don't mind but I would like to stay for a week or so until I find an apartment" Ben went on. I looked up at him "Of course you can stay as long as you want, that is if you are not too uncomfortable with Me," with that I let my shoe fall off my foot exposing my reinforced toe suntan pantyhose and painted toenails. "After what you just saw I expect you will not..." he cut me off. "I told you nothing has changed. I don't care if you dress like a man a woman or a chicken for that matter. If I never see you in a dress again or if that is all you ever wear from now on, you are my best friend and family, it doesn't bother me. But I can see it bothers you that I know. So maybe it would be better if I leave." This time it was my turn to cut him off. "No please don't leave I can't lose you too. After my parents you are all the family I have." With that the tears came. Before I knew what was happening he had taken me by the shoulders and lifted me up to my feet and was holding me. My face was turned in his chest. I was on my toes and sobbing. The tears came on full force. My body was shaking. He held me tight. I realized that he was stroking my hair like a man does a woman and pulled back. Looking up at his face all I saw was concern. "Why aren't you asking me about what you saw?" Don't you want to know?" "Look at us, we played football together in high school. Chased girls in college and now I am in your arms crying like a teen girl. You came in and I was do laundry in a maid's dress, one of your hotel's maid's dresses. I am standing here in panties, pantyhose, women's jeans and a sports bra, yet you ask no questions. Why?" "Well I admit I was surprised and I am curious, but when I was upstairs I figured that it was better to just let things be normal and you would tell me when you were comfortable. I noticed when I came down that you were still wearing women's things but figured it was just how you liked to be. So I left it alone, and as I have said I really don't care as long as you are happy." I smiled and asked him to go into the living room. I grabbed my tea and followed him in not bothering to slip my shoes back on, my nylon feet on full display. Sitting across from him I started out slow but soon things I had never told anyone just poured out of me. I told him how as a kid I had dressed in my mom's things sometimes. How it was just fun to be a girl but then I liked being a boy too. When I hit puberty I found that wearing nylons would turn me on but not always. I explained that as we got older it was less of a sexual thing but more that it would just feel comfortable and calming. It became a release for stress. When my parents passed and I moved into their house I was distraught and found that I needed the stress release that cross dressing gave me. Over time I found that I was doing it more and more. "As you said about a year ago I started keeping my body shaved and even went so far as to have laser, I didn't think you noticed," I said blushing. He just nodded when I explained that over time I just stopped wearing men's things at home completely, unless he was visiting of course. I was not sure when it happened but I took on a female persona at home. "So you do have a female name then," he said with a smile. I stuck my tongue out at him. He explained that last November he had noticed that at times I still had mascara stains, and that my hair was getting longer. A few times when he would come by he said he smelled perfume and almost asked me who the girl I was seeing was but then when I got closer he realized I was the one wearing it. It wasn't until just last month that he was sure I was cross dressing. "I watched you go up the stairs and was shocked to notice that you were wearing the exact jeans that my secretary wore on a casual Friday, and when you bent over to pick up your shoes that same day the lace waist band of your panties showed." As he spoke I was crimson from embarrassment. "It was after that I saw how your mannerisms had become very different, your hips moved more freely. You cross your legs at the knee or ankle now and your knees are never apart. I swear one day you swept a non-existent skirt under you as you sat. So while today was a little shock it was expected I guess." "How did I let this get away from me this far?" I thought to myself. Looking down I took an appraisal of how I was sitting. At some point during the conversation I had tucked my legs to one side next to me on the chair. I had without thinking taken the scrunchy I had on my side table and pulled my hair into a high ponytail on top of my head and was absent mindedly holding a bottle of clear nail polish, which in my mind I was about to put on my nails. I looked over at him and he had a knowing smile. "Yup you are a girl at the moment and you didn't even realize it huh?" He asked. "I had no idea I had reached this point. You are sure you don't care?" "You are my best friend regardless of your gender. Now, you have always been a little self-centered but you have said nothing about my big news, you jerk!" With that it was over. Things were normal, sort of and we both began to laugh. "I want to hear all about it, but hold on I am freezing let me grab a sweater." I got up and headed to the stairs. Looking down as I took my first step up I paused, I loved how my toes looked and felt in the pantyhose. Without turning I started up, but over my shoulder I called to him "Ben my name is Dina, not Donna, call me Dina." Then I nervously skipped up the steps to get my sweater. In my room I pulled off my men's polo shirt. I selected a pink Esprit pullover but before I put it on I slipped two small silicone pads into my bra. They were not large, not even false breasts. Women call them enhancers, or "chicken cutlets". They sit under your natural breast tissue and push up the flesh to give a more full appearance. With my sweater on you could not really see them but I had a small bust line with them. Looking in the mirror I had barely removed any eyeliner in my haste so I chose to repair the damage and replace my mascara. Some pale lip gloss and my pearl studs and Dina was looking back at me. Not really passable as a girl but a very androgynous feminine male. In my closet I fished out a pair of basic black ballet flats with my toe when my eyes settled on my acid wash denim knee length skirt. It was high wasted and straight cut with a kick pleat in the back. The cut limited how much I could spread my legs and lent to a very feminine movement. I touched and wondered if I could really wear it in front of Ben. My hesitation was silly, looking down just because I was wearing jeans nothing said male. I was completely dressed as a woman so why not wear what I wanted. He said he didn't care, but could I be comfortable around him? As I descended the stairs I reveled in how constrained my legs were in the skirt. Short feminine, I rolled my hips with each riser. I was very nervous, I wondered if this was what a girl felt like when she tried to dress to impress a boy that was waiting for her. "Is that what I am doing? Trying to impress my best friend?" The tap of my flats announced my arrival. Ben looked up and then rose with his eyes wide. "Wow Dina, you look fantastic!" I blushed, thanked him and told him to sit the hell down, but my heart was pounding with the feeling of the compliment. I sat back down in the chair. This time I did sweep my hands under my skirt as I settled. The skirt was tight enough that my knees were together. With my legs crossed at the ankle, I smiled. "Well Ben, this is how I dress at home. If you truly don't care then let's see how things go, I hope this does not ruin our friendship." "Oh and don't get any ideas, I am totally straight." I smiled and giggled. Of course you are he said straight faced. The problem is while I consider myself straight at that moment I felt more like a straight girl than a man. After a quick silence he started to tell me about the new hotel and how much the partners were expecting from him. He outlined the process of legalities that were coming. At one point we started discussing the six clubs on the property and I gave my advice on how to maximize the hospitality portion of the project. I had been managing the two bars and one club at the current hotel for three years and thought I could give some insight. Over time we moved into the kitchen again. I put on an apron and started to clean some chicken breasts as we talked. He had a few beers and I enjoyed some wine. We sat across from each other at the dining table and ate the baked chicken and salad I prepared discussing things. Nothing seemed abnormal. Ben had a new project and I was his best friend just like so many times before, only this time I was in a skirt and acting more like a house wife than a best friend. Neither of us noticed, or at least Ben said nothing and I was oblivious. Ben loaded the dishwasher and I sipped my wine. Finally I found myself yawning. I looked at the clock, 2 am. We talked all night and I was exhausted. I bent over, picked up my shoes, walked over to him by the sink, rose up on my toes put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye and told him thank you for the evening. I realized that if he bent over and kissed me I would welcome it. That scared the hell out of me and I hurried up to my room, less wine from now on. The next morning when I swung my legs out of bed I shivered. I had forgot to turn the heat back on before retiring and it had to be in the 50's in the house. The baby doll nighty I was wearing did nothing to keep me warm. I went over to my closet and pulled out a calf length flannel night gown and promptly pulled it over my head. Normally I would have removed my baby doll first but I was freezing an additional layer would be good. When I stepped into the kitchen I hopped up and down. The floor was ice cold. I quickly turned around and pulled out a think pair of sweater tights from my dresser. Feeding my toes in I admired how warm the white cable pattern tights were. Not once did putting on pants or sweats cross my mind. Back in the bathroom, I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it back tightly into a ponytail. After I washed my face I looked at the crow's feet at my eyes. I pulled the skin back and wondered if collagen injections would help. My jaw was hair free as was my chest and arms. The laser had been somewhat painful but so much better than shaving. After having my underarms done I had contemplated accepting the advice of Linda, the woman that did my laser, and having my pubic area cleaned up "A cute little landing strip will feel fantastic Dina," she assured. She obviously knew I was a cross dresser, though that description was not as accurate as it was once. But I still was not sure. Just as I got to the top of the stairs I heard the furnace kick on. I had forgot Ben was here. Standing in the kitchen filling the coffee pot was Ben. He was wearing grey sweat pants and white tank top. His feet were bare and he was shivering a little. He turned and smiled "My god woman, this house is a freezer at night, if you want me leave just say so, no need to freeze me out." "Well you big dummy go put some socks and shirt on and I will finish the coff..." I paused and realized that he just called me woman. I liked it! "What? Are you ok" he said with a strange look on his face. "What's up with the look? You look like you won the lottery, did you?" "It's not every day that a girl finds a strange man making her coffee in the morning," I said with a smirk on my face. "I forgot to turn the heat on last night, now go up and put some clothes and I will finis." If this is what it was going to be like with him around and me "pretending" to be a girl I was going to like it. We sat in the kitchen and had coffee. As the house warmed up we discussed the day. Ben wanted to stop off at the new property to take a look at the grounds. Not an official visit but he said he like to do a "recon" the day prior to arriving as a new boss. "This way I can dazzle them with my knowledge," he explained laughing. I told him that I did my grocery shopping on Sundays and would finish up the ironing later. "Why don't we go together, you can come look at the property with me and I will help with the shopping?" It make sense since he was staying for a little while. About an hour later I came out of the pantry with my list and Ben was standing at the sink. When he turned and looked at me his face changed. He looked puzzled at first and then disappointment was obvious. "What?" I said. "Oh nothing I was just expecting Dina, but I guess she doesn't go out to the store," he replied. "She? You mean me? Of course I go out shopping as Dina. I even have stores that are Dina's and they know me as her there only, I just assumed that you would not feel comfortable going out with me in a dress. Here at home is one thing but I didn't want to make you uneasy." "You know Dina that never even crossed my mind. I just expected to see you dressed like you were this morning. Um, I just thought of you as a girl and um well, I guess it is up to you, but I am totally comfortable with you as 'you.'" "Me as me? Well Ben let me remind you that me is a guy, this is like a game. I don't know why I am playing it but I am. Honestly, I really am enjoying it, but Monday David will go to work. A rather androgynous David but still David," I explained. He nodded. But the look of disappointment was there. Like a kid who was told "no" when he wants something. It was the cutest. "I would like to hit the road by noon, is that good with you?" he asked. I looked at the clock: 45 minutes, just enough time if I hurried. "I'll be ready, give me a few," I called running up the stairs. I knew exactly what I wanted to wear. I don't think he expected me to change but after his look there was no way I was not going to change. From the top of the stairs to my room I was hopping on one foot as I pulled off the jeans. Opening my door I was in just my panties and camisole. I hurried to my closet and went to the back to find the dress I couldn't wait to wear. It was rather fancy but I figured it was a Sunday and people would just assume I had been to church. Besides Ben was wearing chinos and an oxford shirt with a blue sport coat. I wanted to dress up to his level if maybe a little more. In my dresser I found the black lace thong and matching bra I needed. From my stocking drawer I pulled out a brand new pair of jet black sheer to waist Victoria Secret pantyhose. I was extra careful tucking my male equipment, luckily the thong was tight and held me under well. I had only worn It once before and had forgotten how it felt to have it pulled between my cheeks and high on my butt. I kind of liked it. With my hose on I settled the waist band in place and admired my bottom. An old feeling of sexual excitement rose. "Stop it Dina you will ruin things," I told myself and hooked my bra in the back. This time I did wear breast forms. Good quality silicone that I had spent $800.00 on. They gave me a C cup and as they warmed to my body heat formed well to my chest. I went with neutral tones for my make-up and darker lip stick to accentuate my lips. Full lashes and a delicate heart necklace. I brushed my hair into a loose wave around my shoulders and stood up. I shook a little, I couldn't wait to put on my dress. The dress was a retro 80's bubble skirt style. The tiered skirt had three layers that ended at my knees. The top looked almost like a jacket or two pieces with a waist coat but was actually sewn to the skirt below my breasts. The collar was scooped and the sleeves three quarter with full capped shoulders. Black with fuchsia and yellow roses made me feel like a dark princess. I was just about to reach lift my hair and pull up my zipper all the way when a devilish idea hit me, I left it at the bra line. Since David was tall I could get away with heels but I knew we would be walking so I settled on black velvet sling back flats with a pointed toes and bows. I liked the idea of my heels being exposed. I twirled in the mirror. I felt amazing, like I was floating and a stirring was happening in my panties. I turned and walked away quickly to stop that. I was loading a black clutch when I heard the kitchen door open and Ben call out, "You about ready Dave? I don't want to hit the after church traffic, let's go!" He came around the corner and stopped wide eyed. "Oh David told me to tell you that he had to take off and won't be back until tomorrow for work, but if you don't mind I would like to go with you," I said like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Then turned, pulled up my hair and asked if he would be so kind to zip me up. His eyes twinkled and he reached out to my zipper. "Of course you can go with me Dina, you are gorgeous! How could I turn down a beautiful woman's company?" The day was delightful. I had been out many times before but never with a companion, especially not a man. The breeze on my legs was intoxicating a few times I squirmed due to the movement of my boy parts getting excited. David did not seem to notice. When we got to his work we walked the grounds. They were beautiful, I could see why his company wanted to take this place over. They were a little outdated but the potential was huge. Just as we were getting ready to leave one of the cleaning ladies came out of a room. She wore a simple grey knee length dress that buttoned up the front. A white sweet heart collar adorned the neck and a precious white and grey piped apron was tied around her waist. She had on suntan hose and black ballet flats. Her hair was dark and she looked to be Hispanic. I immediately was overcome with jealousy. Not that she was looking at Ben but that she could be who she was. I wanted to be her. This was something I could not understand but it was why I wore a maid dress at home. Ben noticed me staring and commented that she was cute. Taking his arm in a possessive way I asked, "Do you like girls like her? Maybe I should look more like her for you." He laughed out loud at that. I did too. We were still buddies, sure I was wearing a dress and Dina but still buddies. What he didn't know is inside I was serious. At the grocery store I decided to push the game and made him carry my purse in the cart. When we chose food I asked what he would like his wife to cook for this week. He fell in line with the idea and soon we were calling each other honey and sweetie. I held his arm in line. On the way to the car he took my hand, I didn't even pretend to not want him too. He opened my door for me and I caught him admiring my legs as I swung them into the car. When he got in I pulled them hem of the skirt up a little and caught him stealing glances. At one point I giggled. To which he asked what? I just smiled. Then at the last red light before the turn to my house he looked again, this time he didn't look away when I caught him. I took his hand and placed it on my knee with my hand over it. He tensed. "Ben I wore these stockings for you as much as me. I just didn't know it until you kept looking. I like your hand on me. David wont but Dina does." He smiled nervously and then the car behind us honked. The light was green. We laughed but his hand never left my nylon covered knee. When we got home he carried the groceries in and I went upstairs to change. While I loved the dress I had things to do and I didn't want to ruin my nylons. I switched to a denim skirt, oversized sweater, nude hose and white slouchy socks. I left the thong on, I was enjoying the feeling of the string between my cheeks. A little while later David came into the kitchen in basketball shorts and a hoodie. He had a concerned look. I was just about to ask him what's up when he mumbled about needing to go for a run and was out the door. It dawned on me that I had been flirting pretty hard with him all day and it was confusing him. Actually, it was confusing me too. I never looked at any man in a sexual way, but all I could think of is how much I like his hand on my knee and how much I wanted him to kiss me. To curl up in his arms. To put my feet in his lap. Have him rub my nylon covered arches and toes. Good lord what was up with me! "You're a guy Dina, um David!" I had this urge to rub myself. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "I am not sure you are a man anymore honey," I whispered and I started to tear up. I was sitting on the couch reading the papers Ben had left out, when I heard the front door open. He came in looked at me, then without a word went upstairs. Before long I heard the shower come on. I started to think about going and getting in with him. "WTF! You aren't some love sick teen girl Dina, you are an adult and a man for Christ sake." Just as I thinking this the water stopped. I was standing at the sink washing out my wine glass when he scared the hell out of me by coming up behind me and putting his arms around me. I jumped and squealed, to which he chuckled. I tried to turn but he hugged me closer. I started to protest when I felt his breath on my neck and he whispered in my ear, "Dina, I am not sure about any of this, but if I don't kiss you soon I am going to explode. I just took a cold shower because I can't stop thinking about how adorable you are. How much I want to hold you and kiss you and be." He paused and let me turn to him, still in his arms. "And be more than your buddy Ben. I want-" I didn't let him finish. I rose up on my toes put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed him as hard as I have ever kissed anyone in my life. Our lips parted and I took his tongue into my mouth. He lifted me up onto the counter and kissed me back long and soft. Then, we parted and looked at each other. Seeing different people for the first time. He lifted me up and carried into the living room. Then as if I was a child he sat down holding me on his lap. My arms draped around his neck. "Ben I don't know what to say, but please I am scared. Can we slow down and talk please?" I said breathing hard. "Of course sweetheart, I want nothing but to go slow and know you." That statement made me melt. "You are unfair, I want to be with you but you know that under this skirt is not a female body right? That no matter what I look like, sound like, or act like these are just fake," I said cupping my boobs. "And in my panties is more than you want." "No, you are being unfair to yourself. Those are just body parts, your mind and soul seem to be what has changed. I don't think you realize just how feminine you are. I would be will to bet that if you were completely naked I would still see a woman. She may be underdeveloped but a woman none the less." I curled into him like a child as he stood and carried me up to my bedroom. He lay me on the bed then asked if I would like the lights off. Confused I just looked at him. Then fear ran through me as I understood what he was suggesting. "You are going to stay in here with me Ben?" I asked in a small voice. "Dina unless you tell me to leave I don't think I could be apart from you tonight. I promise nothing will happen you don't want." And then he pulled off his shirt. I didn't move. He undid his buttons then paused and looked at me, I said nothing. Slowly he pulled his jeans down. He was in nothing but his boxers. I could not look away. He was muscled in places I did not realize. Thick thighs and broad chest and shoulders. But the front of his boxers was full and I felt a stirring in my pantyhose. He started to go to the light switch, but I stopped him with, "On please." Then I sat up and shimmied to the edge of the bed. Never taking my eyes off him I reached down cross armed and pulled my sweater over my head, shaking my hair free as I did. He moved over and sat in the chair by the door watching me. My eyes still on his I unzipped my skirt from behind and slid it over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and then slipped by socks off. I moved over to his knees and looked at him. He was so intent and was trying to hide his reaction to me with his right hand. I smiled. Just as I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my hose he stopped me. "No leave them on I love how your legs look and feel in them." I bent over and kissed his mouth. "I have something better baby," said and pulled them off making sure they ran across his leg as I did. He actually squirmed. I tried to walk as sultry as I could to the dresser letting him see my thong in my bum wondering what he was thinking. Out came a pair of black seemed thigh high stockings. I sat on his lap and wriggled, I could feel his excitement on my butt cheeks. Pointing my toes I slipped one then the other stocking on. I spun around on his lap. "From here I think we should turn out the light because this is window dressing and my chest is not what it seems. Please don't hate me for what is happening in my panties." He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. With the light off, just enough of a glow was coming from the window that we could still see each other but it felt more comfortable than the bright overhead lights. As I lay on top of him we kissed softly. I could feel his erection in my belly. I had never touched any penis but my own before but I did not care. It did not feel like I was doing anything wrong. I was his girl and he was my boy and I wanted him. I traced the head of his manhood with my thumb and he moaned. "Oh you don't have..." I shushed him and slid my hand into his boxers. It felt warm and soft and huge! He arched his back and pushed his underwear off. Under me Ben was completely naked and I wanted to see. Sitting up I slid back straddling his thighs. He had to be 8 inches or more and thick. It hit me that he was hard because of me. I turned him on. I was a thing of desire. As a man I had never had anyone react like this to me. I had never felt such desire, such power. I reveled in it! He reached up and cupped my breasts. I had dropped the breast forms when I took off me sweater but I still had on my empty bra. He caressed my nipples. I liked it I felt tingles. This was new. I was rubbing his penis against the gusset of my panties when I felt myself slip out of the tuck. Quickly I reached down to fix it, only to have Ben stop me. "No baby let her out, I want to feel her like you are feeling me, please." He called my penis "Her" I liked that. I lifted up and "She" came forward. Soon I had both in my hands rocking back and forth grinding. Suddenly he said he was going to cum. I stopped and he froze. With a smile and no idea why I was doing it I slid down and put the head of his cock in my mouth. My eyes never left his. I ran my tongue over the tip. It was salty but not unpleasant. I liked the feel of it in my mouth. Thinking about what I liked when girls had don't this to me I cupped his balls with one hand and gripped the base with the other. My hair fell into my eyes, to which he reached down and swept it aside. With the head rubbing against the roof of my mouth, I suck my cheeks in and pulled, careful to keep my teeth out of the way. Slowly I stroked with my hands. He tensed. I thought I was ready but I wasn't. I didn't have a girl friend to tell about our first time too or tell me what happened to her. My mother never felt the need to tell me how to swallow and expect a huge amount, so when he came it was like having a cup of warm salty pudding forced into my throat all at once. I gaged and he freaked out. I swallowed fast and took a breath. That made me cough as I inhaled some. It went all over my face. It got in my hair. It was in my nose and eyes. Ben kept trying to apologize and I kept trying to regain my composure. Finally I got caught my breath and started to giggle. "Well I can see that I will need some practice doing that." Then I laughed more because I realized that I just said I would practice sucking his cock. He chuckled too. I sat up and looked at my hands and hair. "Geez Ben it is everywhere," I laughed. "In my defense it has been a long time," he said. I slid off of him and went into the bathroom to get a towel. Without thinking I flipped on the light. Glancing in the mirror I was startled by the woman I saw. First, the fact that a woman looked back struck me. Then the fact that her face was covered in semen with her mascara black and all over her eyes, made me think of one of those xhamster videos I had seen. I wiped some off of my fore head then decided to put it in my mouth and taste it. Ben startled me when he said, "You have no idea how sexy that gesture was." He was standing in the door naked. In the full light I could see his penis was getting soft but still was engorged. I smiled. Then I stepped back and tried to cover my chest and groin. When I did this I felt that I was hard as a rock, a much smaller rock than Ben but still hard. He stepped forward and moved my hands. "Yup I was right, all woman." He pulled me close and kissed me. "Dina, I never want you to hide from me again. Do you promise honey?" Looking into his blue eyes, I melted. "Never Benjamin. Never again." I dropped my hands. He reached any with one hand undid my bra. He hooked a finger in my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. Then he took my hand and led me over to the mirror on the back of the door. Standing in the light of the bathroom we look at eachother. He was a handsome man. Perfect, strong muscles, a large penis and glowing blue eyes. Next to him was a strange creature. Shoulder length brown hair and well made up face with green eyes. Her legs were long and shapely covered in black stockings, I felt my penis stir. Her hips were narrow, waist somewhat thick but not too unattractive. Her belly was shiny with semen. Her chest while a little soft was not a bosom. She was a good 6 inches shorter than him. "See Dina, this is a girl, a woman, my woman. Not a male," Ben said softly. At that moment I knew he was right. While I saw much to improve, I felt female. Ben swept me up again and took me to the bed. "Please bear with me honey, I have never been with a woman with such a beautiful clit before but I like her." Then he reached down and began to stroke it between his fingers. I came almost immediately. "Sorry as you said it has been a long time." We cleaned up with the towel. I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and arms around me. I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Looking over at his side of the bed "his side" was this really our bed now? I saw that he was gone. I stretched out and wondered what today would bring. Was it going to be awkward? I was shaken from my thoughts with Ben yelling from downstairs, "Dina honey coffee is ready, please come down I have to leave soon and I want to see you first." I pulled the covers back and was greeted with my nakedness, only my stockings remained. I got up and pulled on a pair of clean bikini cut panties then started to grab my robe. I stopped and smiled. Ok mister, let's see how you feel this morning about me. I quickly skipped over to his room and found what I wanted. I stepped into the Kitchen and smiled at him. "Good morning Benjamin, sorry but I just grabbed the first thing I could throw on, I didn't want to miss you." With that I pointed one black stocking toe and twirled my hair. I had nothing on but my panties stockings and his oxford shirt, with barely any buttons done. He took a breath. "Geezus Dina, you are going to kill me dressed like that." "Oh you like this huh," I giggled and came to him wrapping my arms around his waist. "Can't you stay home and spend some more time with me?" He kissed me. "No baby I can't, and neither can you. We both have work." This statement hit me like a truck. I had to go to work. I had to be David. I had to be a man. "Oh shit Ben, I got caught up in last night. I have no idea what I was thinking coming down here dressed like this. Please excuse me I need to go change and put this silly charade away." I turned and started for the stairs only to be caught from behind by Ben. "Dina this isn't a charade, it is you and me." He paused. "Maybe you should just quit and be yourself from now on." I leaned back against him. I felt so safe in his arms. I wanted to just say yes and do whatever he suggested but in the back of my mind I still was David and this was just a game I liked to play to feel good. Last night withstanding, the two of us were just buddies and two guys. I turned and looked up at him. "No Ben, I can't." Then I rose onto my toes kissed his cheek and pushed away. On the way up the stairs I told him I would clean his shirt before I gave it back and then hurried to my room. As if on auto pilot I went about setting out my work clothes, a pair of flat front khaki slacks from Kohl's in size 10. They had a mid-rise and tapered legs. I had bought three pair because though women's they easily passed as men's skinning cut. Over the last few months I had been replacing my male wardrobe with women's equivalent options that were androgynous is style. It was like a secret cross dressing ritual and for some reason I liked the idea of wearing girl's things while presenting male. Next came a men's blue button collar oxford shirt, and a pair of black loafers. These were men's but I had recently had flirted with the idea of trying to pass some flats off. This morning I did not even consider it. I started the shower and sat down on the toilet to relieve myself. Then entire time I was ignoring what had happened over the last few days. In the corner of the bathroom was Ben's discarded boxers. They brought back scenes of me on his lap last night and suddenly my penis started to rise. "Geeze I am a mess," I said out loud with my head in my hands. Standing up I let my panties drop to the floor and stepped into the shower. As the water hit me I felt better. Reaching down I rolled my stockings off. Carefully I rinsed them out and hung them over the rod. As I washed my hair it dawned on me that a pair of nylons drying on the rod had become a common occurrence in my house. A strange thing for a man. With this I giggled and started to lather my legs. While shaving I noticed some bumps in my groin, pubic hair is very coarse and if you shave it bumps are common. They are itchy and not very attractive. I decided it was time to take up the advice of my laser technician and remove most of it. Once out of the shower I wrapped a towel around my chest and went about applying lotion to my legs and arms. My penis started to respond and I remembered the Ben called it a clit and "her". Holding the head between my thumb and forefinger I examined it closer. "She" really was not very large, 2-3 inches soft and no more than 4 when hard. My testis were not overly huge either, and shaved it really did present a juvenile feminine appearance. I thought about some of the she-male porn I had looked at. "Was that what I was becoming? A she-male?" The thought bothered me. "No I am not a she-male," I declared to myself. Plain white cotton panties and a cami tank went on with my shirt over them. As I dried my hair some and pulled it back into the low ponytail I wore to work I realized that even make-up free, dressed like this in just a shirt and panties I still looked more female than male. It was fall and with the chill in the air I could get away with a pair of dark blue tights under my slacks instead of trouser socks and still pass them off as male. (I was fooling myself) I pulled them on and settled the waist band at my belly button. This entire time I felt like nothing was out of the ordinary. I carried my shoes down stair and went to the kitchen to make a travel cup of coffee. Once moving my things over from my purse to a messenger bag and slipping my feet into my loafers I stepped outside for work. The day was boring and normal. Checking liquor invoices and making sure that the bar and wait staff was scheduled. I had to shuffle a few people on the night shift but nothing too challenging. When a delivery was dropped off I had to sign for it and without thinking I signed "Dina" I didn't notice until he gave me my copy. Looking at the guy he didn't even care or take any notice. That was interesting, I thought. Maybe I could start signing Dina on things more often? But why bother? It was not like I was going to change my name, or maybe... I shook my head. "Stupid." Ben called me at lunch and asked if I could get free. I was tempted but felt that I should try to get our relationship back to more of a normal resemblance. So I turned him down. While eating my salad I watched Rosita, a young Latin girl that cleaned rooms in the west tower. Her dark hair and full hips made me insanely jealous. She had no idea how lucky she was to wake up every morning and get the privilege of wearing lovely pantyhose, a wonderful maid's uniform and be unseen as she went about her feminine day. It was so unfair that I couldn't be a Hispanic young cleaning lady. I let the thoughts swirl in my head as I dangled my shoe in the sun. Looking down at my foot I wondered if I could get away with more sheer tights tomorrow. When I got back to the office there was a message to call my laser clinic. Sure enough Linda was able to fit me in this afternoon if I could get there by 4:30. I would have to leave a little early but I was tired of shaving bumps and this morning proved it to me. I was kneeling on the back bar putting a bottle of whiskey on the top shelf when Cindy, the day bartender, commented on my pants. "Oh I love the cut of your Khakis! Where did you get them?" Without thinking I answered at Kohl's in Juniors. It wasn't until she spoke again did I realize what I said and that she knew what I was wearing. "They only show a little panty line and look great with your tights." My head dropped and I sunk down on to my butt sitting on the bar. With a pained look on my face I was about to say it is not what she thought when she smiled. "Come on David, you work around mostly women. Of course I can tell you wear women's things. We all do. Honestly, with your hair, skin and the occasional make-up residue I am surprised that HR hasn't asked you when you plan on transitioning," This shook me. I thought I was so careful. "I am sorry, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I just feel better this way," I said not making eye contact. "What would you possibly need to apologize for? You are being silly. No one is uncomfortable. A few of the bus boys have made comments that you are gay, but you are a great boss and we all love you." Cindy smiled. "Thank you, a week ago I would not have admitted this but I may need to visit HR in the near future," I said trying to look brave. Cindy immediately hugged me. "Linda I have no idea what I was thinking that I was going unnoticed." ZAP! I jumped. "Dina you need to sit still, I will apply more lidocaine gel but I warned you that this would be more painful. I have been wondering for quite a while when you would stop pretending to be a boy, now here we go." The laser hit me again and I winced. She was under my testis, I had no idea it was so sensitive there. "That is just it Linda, I am not pretending I am a boy, I am one, but I am also a girl. Lately I think that I am more girl and getting more feminine everyday but you are holding the thing that says otherwise." This made her giggle. "Speaking of, tell me about Ben," she said with a sly look. For the next hour I experience my first girl to girl gossip session about a man and sex. I was embarrassed at first but soon I opened up and told her everything. She had tears in her eyes from laughing when I told her about the cum all over my face and not expecting the explosion. I got my first advice on technique as a woman and before I knew it she was done. Holding a mirror for me to see Linda explained the after care, "Ok Dina, you will be red for the next 12 hours or so. You can't really see a difference but over the next two days the follicles will release the dead hairs and you will be smoother than you ever have, there will no longer be any dark pores since the follicle is dead. Around your bottom you may have some irritation so I suggest you use preparation H to sooth it. Also, no panties or underwear for the week. I actually suggest that you wear a full skirt but I doubt you are ready to do that at work. If you are going to wear pants during the day, pantyhose with no panties, sheer, no thick tights, will help your skin breath and keep the irritation from any friction to a minimum. If the redness gets worse or you see signs of infection see your doctor, but that won't happen. I love that you chose to go fully hairless no strip, so naughty! When you are ready for your legs to be done call me." I thought for a second but declined. "No it may seem strange but I actually like shaving my legs, it is a feminine ritual that I enjoy, but when I get tired of it you never know. Maybe next time we can do some eyebrow shaping." I was sitting in the living room sipping wine with a bag of peas under my broom skirt reading Elle magazine and liking the feeling of wearing no panties under my pantyhose, when the doorbell rang. Looking through the peep hole I laughed, it was Ben. Why did he ring the bell? I opened the door and he smiled and pulled roses out from behind his back. I took them and hopped up and down with excitement. "You are adorable, why didn't you just come in though?" "Well, I didn't know what to expect, my girl from last night or David my old friend and I didn't want to assume anything. I am glad to see its you Dina." I rose up on my toes and kissed him. "I have never been given flowers before, now I know why other women like it." I paused realizing I was thinking of myself as a woman. "Never ring the bell again please, this is your home until you find a place, unless..." I stopped and took his hand and led him into the living room. "We should talk Ben, but first let me put these in water." As he sat down he saw the frozen peas and gave me a look. I smiled and picked them and took them to the kitchen. I came out of the kitchen and put the flowers on the table by the window. Turning around I was overcome with the urge to kiss Ben and hurried over. Plopped myself on his lap and started kissing him. Coming up for air, Ben smiled and pushed back some. "After this morning I thought maybe you were having second thoughts about us. But now I can see you aren't." I slipped off his lap and moved over the chair across from him. Folding my legs under me spreading my skirt over my knees. "Well, when I left for work this morning I actually was having some doubts, but then Cindy, one of my bartenders, told me she liked my pants and tights." At first he looked at me as if to say so and then I saw the realization come across his face. "You wore women's pants and tights to work today? She noticed?" he asked concerned. "I wear women's clothes almost exclusively these days, though I thought they were androgynous enough to not be noticed, apparently not. Not only that everyone is aware and as you have noticed I have developed quite feminine traits and movements. They all noticed that too. To the point of thinking I was going to tell HR I was transitioning." "Wow Dina, how did that make you feel?" he asked. I paused and thought before answering. "I was scared at first but I realized that I had no reason to be. Sure a few busboys and others think I am gay, but I don't care. Besides I think I have a boyfriend. So maybe I am?" I said smiling at him. "Well I guess that makes me gay too Dina, but I don't think so. I don't like boys and you are not a boy in anyway. What about HR?" "Ben if you agree I think tomorrow I am going to go in and tell them from now on I would like to be called Dina. That I am transgender and prefer feminine pronouns. I don't think I will be wearing a dress but I want to see if this is really my new normal." He looked at me for a while. Then motioned for me to come sit with him, patting the couch. As I settled in next to him he put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder. "You don't need my agreement sweetheart. Just know that I will support you in any decision you make. I am the COO for the property so low be the person that even thinks of messing with my girl." I looked up at him. "Is that what I am now Ben? Your girl?" He kissed my lips gently. "I hope so, I don't think I can imagine living without you anymore," he said softly. With tears in my eyes I stared at him. "I love you Ben, I am yours." That night was not a repeat of the prior. We lay together and just talked. It scared me that less than a week ago we were just buddies, two guys that are best friends. I had a secret but he was not involved. Now, I was laying in his arms in my no "our" bed. All I could think about is how much I wanted to be as feminine as possible for him and me. I slept well and woke to the sound of the shower being turned on. I stood peeking through the cracked door at Ben in the shower. I had never really looked at another guy like this before. Sure I saw them in the showers at the gym, but I did not "notice" them. Now it was different. It was like I was doing something naughty. It dawned on me it was because I saw him as the opposite sex. This made me smile. Then without turning around he said "You know if you are going to look you might as well join me." I jumped and giggled. Stepping to the shower door I let my nighty fall off my shoulders exposing my nakedness in the full light to him. I covered my chest like I had something to hide. He opened the door and smiled. I went to him and buried my face in his chest. We kissed. He was slippery with soap and I liked it. I reached for the body wash and he quickly took it from me. Then slowly he began to wash me with his bare hands. My skin was on fire with goosebumps. He reached around me and massaged my chest. As he did this I decided right then and there that I would be looking into hormones and implants, but still my nipples responded like little erasers. I moaned. He moved along my sides with a strong pressure stopping at my butt. Then to my surprise his thumb started to rub my rosebud. "My Dina, your pussy is completely smooth. I don't want to hurt you but that is very sexy," he whispered into my hair. I turned to him. "My pussy? I guess it is. Mmm I like that. I am going to do some research for us so my 'Pussy' is ready for you, and it will be smooth and free of hair forever. So will my clitty," I said with a grin. "Laser does wonders, that is why I had the peas in the living room." We kissed more and then he knelt before me. I pulled his arms trying make him stop but he refused. "If I choose to go down on my beautiful girl and make her happy then please let baby." I was in the bathroom putting on my mascara in just my bra and pantyhose when Ben came in. "No panties?" I explained the need to let my area breath but I was finding it arousing to be this way. "Well Dina, if I don't get out of this room I will never get to work because I may need you again." I giggled and playfully slapped his arm. I felt like a silly little girl and I loved it. I came down the stairs dressed basically like the day prior, only this time I had on nude pantyhose and black wedge heels. Nothing too high, 3 inches, but it would be the first time I was wearing heels to work. My shirt was a baby blue blouse with cuff sleeves. I chose to go as natural up top as I could and only wore the cutlets with my push up bra. My hair was in a ponytail held with a blue scrunchy. Make-up was minimal, just mascara, base and subtle lip gloss. I stood in front of my closet for 15 minute staring at a khaki knee length skirt but I finally decided that day one I would wear pants. By the end of the day I realized I should have just worn the skirt in fact this would be the last time I wore pants ever. Walking into work was a little nerve racking. The sound of my heels clicking on the floor was deafening to me. Cindy was first to see me. She came around the bar and hugged me. You look amazing! But what do we call "Dina" I interrupted. I put my purse on my desk and then headed to the elevator to go up to the 9 floor to see HR. Dennis the concierge saw me and smiled. I waved but kept going. Mrs. Johnson was the HR manager and when I walked in she looked at me blankly and said "It is about time." Apparently everyone knew I was going to do this one day, except me. I filled out a stack of papers. Fortunately I lived in a state that allowed me to declare my gender and name expression at will. Of course my paychecks would still be made out to David but henceforth my name was Dina Marie at work and my new name tag reflected that. She discussed legal name changes with me and how to go about it, she had a friend that changed her name after a divorce. At lunch I went over and had my ears pierced at the mall and marveled at how nice my new diamond studs looked and felt. I stopped at Kohl's and found a cute gabardine pencil skirt and wore it out of the store. Driving back to the hotel I couldn't stop looking at my new nails. I chose a dark plumb color to match a new tube of lipstick I found at Mac. The ? inch length was going to take getting used too. I was crossing the parking lot when someone honked at me. I turned to look and there was Ben's BMW. He pulled into the executive lot and quickly got out. "Holy cow baby you are hot!" he declared and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back and looked over at the windows of the lounge. "Ben, today is my first day as a woman in real life. While everyone has been amazing I don't know if I am ready for the entire resort to be full of gossip about the transgender dating the COO." He looked hurt by this. "Honey I don't care. I want everyone to know you and I are a couple. But I will honor your wishes," he said. I thanked him but not before I grabbed his butt. The rest of the day was meeting people as Dina. It was full of hugs by women and strange looks by men. Frank the general manager actually hit on me asking if I wanted to go for a drink. To which I got great satisfaction telling him I had a boyfriend. Of course his comment of "I bet you do sugar panties," pissed me off. I decided Ben was going to hear about it. I was on cloud nine until Ramona, one of the maids walked by. Looking down at my skirt and legs I felt the familiar jealousy and regret that I was not her. I shrugged it off and headed home. The rest of the week was exciting but by Friday things seemed to go back to normal. I was still the hospitality manager. I still was exhausted at the end of the day. My hope that the excitement of wearing hose and a skirt everyday would reenergize my interest of work but it didn't. I was in charge and I didn't like it. I also did not like being the "former" guy running the bars. I did love the fact that I was a woman and dressing as girly as I could but something was still missing. At home things were amazing. I was madly and deeply in love with Ben. I reveled in being around him. Waking next to him was a dream. I dressed as sexy as I could for him. We were pleasantly surprised that he had a real fetish for my legs and feet in stockings. We spent every moment not at work together and were addicted to each other. Soul mates exist. He went with me to my first transgender therapy appointment and soon became my medic as he would give me my weekly hormone injection in my growing bottom. When I chose to have my bilateral orchiectomy he was concerned saying it was not necessary but I argued that without my testis my clitty will get even more adorably small and I wanted no testosterone in my body. So, I found myself with a bag of peas under my skirt at home again. We discussed SRS often but sex was amazing. I was one of those lucky special girls that had a prostate and Ben would hit it every time. I know some cis girls like anal sex but for girls like me it is even better. One of the best things about having my pussy versus vagina it was much easier to just sit in his lap and have him enter me or to be taken while standing. It was incredible. We celebrated my name change when it was legal with an overnight stay at the Stratford and that night I discovered what was missing. Ben and I were just getting up in the morning when a knock at the door came with a small voice of housekeeping. I pulled on a terry robe and opened the door. In walked a small Hispanic woman. With extra towels. Ben paid no attention to her. He walked right past her like she was just part of the building. I noticed this. She was wearing the new uniform for the resort, a pink housekeeping dress with a cute apron and small pinned on cap. She had on off white hose and rubber soled clogs. She smiled as I took the towels and thank you Ma'am I told her I liked her shoes and she smiled again and with broken English she responded, "Comfort for long work of dayp" Out of nowhere my clitty sprang to life. She had not reacted to any woman that way in months. Her accent was amazing. As she walked out I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the door. What I didn't know was that Ben had seen the entire interaction and noticed my reaction. "Baby, did you just get sexually excited by her?" he asked. With a red face I nodded. "Yes, but not in the way you think." He sat and waited for me to explain. Looking at him I felt fear for the first time in a long time. Would he accept what I was about to admit? He interrupted my thoughts. "Dina I know you like to wear maid dresses from the hotel why would that be hard to accept?" "It is not just the dress, it is the girl, who and what she is." His face was calm and he nodded. "I love being a woman. Love being your woman but something is missing and I did not realize what it is until now." I paused and took a deep breath. "When you found me in my maid dress I was not a female version of David. I was a young Hispanic girl. I spoke with broken English. I was not noticed by people except as the plain somewhat attractive girl that brought more towels." I gestured at the door. "I need to be her. My name Dina is short for Adina. So I am asking if you could accept me as her." I was starting to tear up. He came to me and was on his knees holding my hands in one swift move. "Oh honey I will love you no matter what you become. If you want to explore this then let's do it, but you have to agree that I will be part of it. I can't lose you." I began to sob. "You will never lose me Benjamin, I will die without you. I love you but I need this." At breakfast Ben suggested that maybe I should let him have me hired here in housekeeping. I could assume the role of one of the maids and the only people that would know would be him and the manager, since paperwork for employment would need to be filed. After some discussion we settled on me coming in next week as a "temp" hire. I would spend the week and this would give me time to live the fantasy, while not upsetting our lives. Also as a temp the manager would not be informed. I would take a week of leave from my job and explore. I loved it. The following Monday I was sitting in the housekeeping manager's office at the Stratford signing for a uniform to use for the week. The form from the Temp agency identified me as Adina Marie Lopez. 35 years old and here on a work visa from El Salvador. I was to fill in for Rosa who was going home to Mexico for a wedding for the week. I liked that I was a Latin girl filling in for another Latin woman. Ms. Franklin, our manager, directed me to a small locker room to change. The dress was delicious to me. Simple pink and a wonderful thing. When I came out Ms. Franklin gestured to my legs. "Adina those nylons are not going to work. This morning I will let you get away with nude but after lunch I expect you to be wearing the uniform requirement of off white hose. Not that I think you can afford it but stay away from anything expensive, they run easily and runs are not allowed. I suggest Leggs control top and be sure to have at least one extra pair." With that I was handed a name plate and ushered off to meet my floor partners and draw a cleaning cart. On the way home I was exhausted. I had no idea the amount of work I would do, but I had never been so satisfied in my life. Looking at my hands I missed my nails but I realized that I was too poor to wear such nice nails and had them removed. My pink polish was already chipped which added to my satisfaction. Adina worked with her hands. At a light I looked in the mirror and pulled the bun out of my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I really like the dark almost black color it was now. Over the weekend I had it dyed to a color fitting of my Latin background. The melatonin activating lotion I used to darken my skin had given me a warm chestnut color. It said it would last two weeks but I may need to reapply if I wanted it longer. Too bad this was only for the week. Pulling into the driveway I saw that Ben was already home. He came to the door to great me with a kiss and a smile. "So Ms. Lopez how was your first day?" "Oh Ben it was by far the hardest I have worked since football practice." Which made both of us laugh. "But I loved it." Thursday morning Ben caught me looking at my body naked in the full length mirror. I liked how my hips were filling out and that my breasts had really developed over the last month I was almost a full B cup. I was not happy with my nipples. While they had grown and were crazy sensitive they were the wrong color. My skin was brown but my nipples were pink, I frowned. "What is the matter honey? Don't you like how you are developing?" Ben asked wrapping his arms around me. "Si Papa, but I have white girl nipples," I replied in my practiced accent and vocabulary. "Well honey need I remind you that Monday you have to be the white girl you are again. Your week of fun is over. Maybe we can do it again in a month or so." "Si, Si you are right as always," I said depressed. The thought of going back to Dina the kept white transgender girl friend of the COO was awful to me. I was being truthful when I told him I wanted dark nipples. That I hated that part of me was a white girl. Over the last week I had found the peace of being nobody. I was part of the furniture. Just staff to be ignored or leered at by the older men. I liked being flirted with. I even like the rude comments. So Sunday found me reapplying my lotion taking my skin to even darker shade. I came down the stairs in a broom skirt and peasant blouse. Cheap suntan hose with reinforced toes adorned my legs. Ben was in the living room reading. I had a plan and I hoped he would understand but Dina was gone. "Ben darling we need to talk," I said without my accent "I guess Adina is staying for a while then," he said gesturing to my appearance. "No honey, she is staying forever. I sent my letter of resignation in an hour ago. I have booked a reservation at a clinic in Mexico City to help me become physically who I now know I am. I will be gone for a month for some cosmetic surgery and therapy. When I come back David and Dina will be gone forever. I will physically and legally be Adina Marie Lopez. A 35 year old housekeeper from El Salvador here on a work visa." His mouth fell open. "What about us. I love you. I will lose you." And for the first time ever I saw tears come to his eyes. "How is it even legal? You won't be a citizen baby." "No llores, carino. Te quiero." I paused. "I love you honey, but I will be back but I will be who I am supposed to be. No it is not really legal but with money papers can be gotten." We made love that night for the last time as equals. I absorbed his touch and essence. In the morning I kissed him goodbye and said I would be home soon and that I would send him my itinerary to pick me up at the airport when I was ready. Once he was gone I packed one bag with a few simple dresses and a multipack of pantyhose. I sat down at the computer and transferred all my remaining assets to Ben's account. Then I closed everything that related to David or Dina. I packed up my documents, birth certificate, will, insurance, SSN card and all picture ID with the exception of my passport, that I had recently changed to read Dina, into a paper bag and went down to the fire place. Once a blaze was going I knelt down and placed the bag in the flames. With tears in my eyes I declared, "Adios, David y Dina rest in peace, mis amigos." The tears were joyful as much for the loss of two people. Not a minute later a honk came from the Uber I called. With the cheap rolling bag I bought at Goodwill in tow I took one last look at David's house. I already didn't even recognize myself as him but soon I would not be him in anyway. Once through security at the airport I went to the ladies room. There I put on some heavier eyeliner to mimic what I saw Hispanic girls wearing. I turned on the faucet and let the hot water run. Once it was hot I took out Dina's passport and placed it under the running water. While the water did its job destroying the paper and print I took inventory of my face. My hair was dark and my skin brown, but my features where still very Caucasian, angular, a prominent roman nose. I took solace in the hope that the clinic would do what they guaranteed, that when I left gone would be this androgynous Caucasian person, replaced by a decidedly Hispanic woman. I smiled at the thought. The water had done its job, Dina's passport and identity was gone. The print on the pages rubbed away with the water. Her picture came free from the booklet and slowly smeared to illegibility. I mushed the pages with my fingers until everything was destroyed. Just as I was going to drain the sink and throw the mush out a woman stepped up to the mirror to me. Looking in my sink she exclaimed. "Oh my, honey what happened to your papers?" I turned to her and gave a puzzled look and replied, "No se hablar ingles," paused then shaking my head. "Um how say um is not mine." Then walked out to my gate. When we passed over the boarder the pilot came on and announced welcome to Mexico everyone. I was hit with a wave of fear. I was now effectively a non-person. I did not exist. I had nothing to identify me and now I could not get into my home country, I was alone and if the clinic for some reason was not there to get me, or just stole the $50,000 I had paid in advance I was lost. I began to weep quietly. At customs I was asked the purpose of my visit and to see my ID. "Oh shit, I had none" I thought. But when I answered coming home and started to dig in my purse franticly the customs agent just waived me through. I stepped out to the curb and sure enough a young man standing next to a new minivan was holding a sign with the name Senora Adina Lopez on it. I smiled and told him it was me. After opening the door for me and glancing at my legs he placed my bag in the back. Soon we were moving through heavy traffic towards the hills outside of the city. We chatted some. He was working his way to pay for a chance to go to the US to works with his uncle in Chicago. He looked at me in the mirror and asked if I was American. I shook my head and replied El Salvadorian. He did a double take then stopped talking. I am sure he understood more than he let on. An hour later we pulled up to a huge hospital in the hills. The grounds were beautiful, patients in various states of bandages were walking around the grounds. I was taken immediately to a private room on the 5th floor and handed a gown. Once I was changed a young nurse put my dress and hose in the closet and explained the doctor would be there shortly. A little while later a grey haired man with a German accent introduced himself. He had a folder with pictures and my correspondence. We discussed my desires. He assured me through surgery and some intensive mental therapy when I left I would be unrecognizable as anything other than a full figured Hispanic woman. I would be provided with a passport from El Salvador along with birth certificate and work visa to return to the United States temporarily. He explained that I could stay for six months but unless the visa was extended or I was granted citizenship or married an American man I would have to return to El Salvador. Looking seriously into my eyes he handed me a clip board. "When you sign this you need to understand that you will give us permission to change you permanently. You will never again be an American man that cross dresses as a Mexican girl. If you need time take it." I signed Adina Marie Lopez without pause. He smiled. "Very well Ms. Lopez we will begin right now." He rang the nurse call and instructed them to start and IV. The next thing I remember was waking in the middle of the night in extreme pain. Not one part of my body did not hurt. I could barely see with all the bandages. My chest, hips, thighs and upper arms were covered in compression bandages. I pushed the nurse call button. "Medias de pan, por favor," (more pain meds please) I croaked. The fact that even in this diminished state I automatically spoke Spanish did not register. She pushed a button on a machine and blackness closed in. For the next week I woke often but was very hazy. I remembered the doctor a few times removing my bandages. He made comments about adding more DNA cocktail. Another time I woke to find him pushing the plunger on what looked like a calking gun but it had a large probe inserted into my thigh. Then as I woke I would hear a voice instructing me in Spanish, speaking to me about how it was my first language. How English, while I understood it well was difficult to speak. I found out that under sedation I was wearing headphones always. I was being subjected to extensive subliminal influence. All of which was to help me achieve my desired personality and identity. I remember thinking it was a bunch of bull. The next week I was up and walking around. While still groggy I could feel a definite change in my body. I was softer. Rounder. My thighs would rub together when I walked. One day I reached over to turn up the volume on the Mexican soap opera I was watching, the men were el guapo, and I noticed that my bicep definition was gone. In its place was a soft round fleshy upper arm that jiggled. It dawned on I had not really looked at my body and its changes. Cautiously I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to find a wonderful brown set of thick plump feminine legs, with fat thighs. My hand shot to my mouth. "Why was I so fat?" I moved to the bathroom and stood in the full mirror. Standing there was a woman with bandages over her nose and chin. Her hospital gown was almost tight around her large butt. Her calves were full and round extending from dimpled plump knees. Her arms were soft and jiggled with fullness. I reached behind me and undid the ties on her gown. It fell to the floor exposing me. I was not fat but fatter. I had a small little belly "cum belly" David would have said. Full breasts with silver dollar sized areolas and eraser nipples, both the color of coffee, hung from my chest heavily. While my skin was not as dark as it had been artificially it was now even and the color of caramel. Turning I saw a full butt with some cellulite dimples. "Oh God Ben is going to find me ugly and fat." Nestled between my now child bearing hips and thighs was my now tiny little clit nor more than an inch in length. Even she was darker brown. I wondered if I should have had SRS, but I promised Ben I would not. A day later the doctor came in and we talked about my surprise. He produced a file of pictures. Pictures of middle age women for El Salvador. Poor women that did not have the opportunities to eat right. He looked me with a blank look and explained. "Ms. Lopez you were very specific in who you wished to become. You are her physically now." He reached over and gently removed the bandage from my nose and chin. There was a little bruising under my eyes but I was mostly healed. My cheeks were flat and round. A cute little pointed nose made me smile. My lips were plumper and my chin small and round. Gesturing to my wide cheeks I asked if the swelling will go down. He said it was gone. "Adina this is your face now." I couldn't stop looking, I touched my nose. Lifted my chin to see the small double chin. My thin brows seemed to smile on their own. I began to cry with joy. "Muchas gracias, doctor. Me encanta mucho. Soy las mujeres Mas felices del mundo!" "Please Ms. Lopez slow down, my Spanish is not as good as yours." I thrilled at that statement. "Thank you doctor, I is happest lady in the world," I exclaimed. He took my hand. I realized my English really was broken. I suddenly felt a small tingle between my thighs. My clitty was getting excited by this revelation. I spent the next week up and about. The first time I tried to put on the pantyhose I brought I realized for the first time how effective "control top" panty was. I actually had to shimmy to get them over my butt. Once in place they were tight all the way down my legs. I couldn't pinch some nylon to adjust them. They were effectively a second skin I loved it. I did my make-up heavier now and my dark curly hair was marvelous. I spent a few days working on my English. While I understood it easily it really was my second language now. I would translate this to Spanish before having full comprehension. When speaking I thought in Spanish first then translated it to English. Finally my day to go to America, my new home, arrived. I packed up my same rollaway case with the few new skirts and dresses I bought to fit my figure. I put my Passport and birth certificate in my purse along with an extra pair of pantyhose and my make bag and went to the bathroom to pee. As I struggled to pull my hose I smiled. I chose a red sleeveless blouse, black and white knee length fitted skirt, suntan pantyhose and black patent leather loafers to fly in. I checked my new cheap phone to be sure it was charged and waddled down the hall to the same boy waiting to drive me to the airport. This time he paid no attention to my legs as I got in. We chatted some he had no idea who I was. I liked that, though it was a little scary because Ben would never recognize me. I read a Spanish cinema magazine on the flight and sipped the water I was provided. Once I we landed I found I was nervous as I approached customs, "what if they don't let me in, they can tell my papers are fake?" I thought. The customs agent asked my citizenship. To which for the first time in my life I replied El Salvador. Next what my purpose of the visit. I handed him my work visa "Is for work at hotel," I replied with my new broken English. I would need to work on that. He looked closely at my picture, then smiled. "Welcome to America Mrs. Lopez." I smiled and took my passport and visa. I was going to say I wasn't married but I left it alone. It had only been a month and three days since Dina boarded the plane but now everything seemed different and strange to me. I was born here and grown up in this city. I had flown through this airport my entire life, but suddenly it seemed foreign to me. I forgot how to get to the bus pickup. When I asked for directions I was uncomfortable with my English and wished I could just use Spanish. I took a seat on the concrete bus bench and realized i how profoundly the subliminal therapy had affected me. I didn't think it was possible but now I really did have the personality, feelings and emotions of a foreign cleaning lady, just arriving. I had sent Ben an email telling him I would arrive tomorrow. He wanted to pick me up at the airport and while that would have been amazing, I missed him so, I wanted to see if he could tell it was me without being where he would expect me to be. When the bus arrived I called Mrs. Franklin the housekeeping manager. To ask if I could stop by and pick up my uniforms for work. We had been corresponding through email and I was now her newest fulltime house keeper. She commented that she knew an Adina Lopez to which I said it was somewhat common in El Salvador. When she picked up I tried hard to use my English well, but came out all jumbled. "Hola um hello Ms. This Adina Lopez. Can I come get uniforms for nest week por favor?" She seemed annoyed with my accent but welcomed me to the resort and told me to see Linda to pick the dresses. When I got there I had some trouble remembering the way to the office but it came back. I chatted with Linda in Spanish while I tried on three dresses until we settled on a size 16. I was now 6 sizes larger than Dina. I noticed that the girls were now wearing either nude or suntan hose and not white. She said the Mr. Ben had changed the color because his fianc?e said it was silly to wear white to clean. When she said fianc?e I caught my breath. Ben had moved on. I excused myself to the ladies room and cried. Well now I was alone for real. I asked for this and now I had it. But now I had to find a place to live. I opened the bathroom door and came face to face with Ben. He looked so handsome. I wanted to crawl into his arms. He stepped back and looked at the door. "Oh sorry wrong room Miss." He turned and started walking away. He did not even take a second look. I was just one of the cleaning staff. Then he froze mid step and turned. He walked up to me with a look of surprise. He looked down at my cleavage "showing from the top of the pink dress and then up to my face. "Dina, is that you?" I looked down he was not looking at my boobs but my name plate. I nodded. "Si." "But you can't be, she is still in Mexico until tomorrow. And you don't look." He paused and stepped back and look at me from head to toe. "How can you of changed so much in a month, it is not possible." His disbelief while thrilling also hurt. He reached up to my face. I was just about to say he must have mistaken me for someone else, that my nickname was Dina when he asked me the color of our jerseys in football. I answered, "Verde." (green) His eyes widened. "Eres tu, carino," (it is you baby) he answered in perfect Spanish. He grabbed me and held me and started to kiss my hair. I missed you so. I melted. "But you have a finacee I was told," I said with tears. He pushed back from me, no not yet, the girl of my dreams just got home. He held my hand and we started walking towards the door. As we approached our reflection shown a short plump Latin girl and a tall Adonis of a man walking hand in hand. I giggled. When we got home I went up to our room and started to hang up the few things I had. Ben said nothing just watched me move. I would turn and smile and he would smile back. Finally I started to remove my uniform dress but I became self-conscious. I held the dress to my bosom. "I is not the who she is no more, I have a fat body." And started to cry. Ben came to me and pulled the dress away. No you are beautiful. He caressed my arms and then my butt through my pantyhose. "Adina while you look different, I can't help myself, you are my soul mate. I love you." I buried my face in his chest. He lifted me like I wasn't 35 pounds heavier and brought me to our bed. Then he started to kiss me. When he got to my nipples I arched my back. "My god they are so dark and beautiful," he said and flickered his tongue. "Si Si mi amore," I moaned. Moved down my body kissing my belly. Finally he found my tiny clit in my pantyhose. "Ah I see Adina still likes to go without panties in her pantyhose." And he began to gently lick and suck her through the gusset. "Aye Papi!" I screamed and slammed my thighs closed around his head. He went faster and rubbed my butt. "I love how full and round you are now." He reached up and swiftly tore a hole in the back of my pantyhose. Before I knew it he pants were on the floor, my ankles were on his shoulders, my boobs bouncing and he was pounding away at my pussy. As he tensed and came I did too, for the first time in my life I came at the same time as my partner. I found myself on the couch still just wearing my ruined pantyhose and no top. Ben refused to let me cover my breasts. A tampon was deeply seated in my pussy to hold his seed in and my feet were in his lap. As we talked he rubbed and kissed my nylon covered toes. I started to tell him about my time in Mexico in English but I was finding the word hard to use. He laughed. "While your accent drives me wild, as you can tell I have been learning Spanish in your absence so use your native language." My native language, he really understood what I had become. We talked and drank wine. By the next morning we had sex four more times. My pussy was actually a little sore and I was up to using Super absorbency tampons to fill it. I came down the stairs in the black thigh highs and his shirt again just like the day we first realized our love. When I came into the kitchen his eyes got huge. "My god baby you are the most beautiful woman in the world, but this is not going to work unless you can do something for me." He came to me and knelt down. Looking up at me he pulled out a black box. The kind of box that women everywhere dream of. Taking my hand with tears in his eyes he started. "You are my best friend from child hood, no one knows me better. I thought that I had found the most wonderful version of you before you left and frankly I was scared who would come back, but now that I have you I can't be without you. Please let me cherish you and take care of you for the rest of our lives. Adina Marie Lopez will you please become Adina Marie Henderson, will you marry me?" My entire body shook as I answered, "Si," and folded around him. He was not done. He carried me up stairs to our room and opened the closet. There hanging in the back was the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen, size 16. He looked down at me. "I hoped you would say yes." We married the next morning, I wore the dress and gorgeous white lace pantyhose and no panties. He wore a handsome blue suit and when the judge said you may kiss the bride I was the happiest woman in the world. So here I am. A citizen of the United States again because of marriage. Ben has moved on to run another property and I am still a plump housekeeper at the Stratford. No one sees me. I am part of the walls. I am just the girl who brings towels, and I couldn't be happier.