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After 25 years in the communication field I was finally going to retire. I had spent the last two years in DC working for a defense contractor and had one year left on my contract and then retirement. We found a house in TX that we both liked. Because of the hot market we did not want to lose it so we put in an offer and ended up buying the place. The only issue was that I had to stay in DC to finish up, so my wife and two sons moved without me. I of course went down and helped her set up the place but soon I was living in an efficiency apartment in by myself. While I knew I was going to miss them, I also was going to have the chance to do something I had always dreamed of, cross dress without the worry of having to dress then undress before the family came. My dressing was not a secret between my wife and me but the boys did not know. Janet and I had an understanding, I could dress all I wanted in private or when traveling but at no time did she want to see me or have any part in it and never would the boys know. We discussed my dressing and she was aware that I would be doing it often and said she was ok with it. I have to say I was very excited because I didn't have to hide my clothing or purge. The first night in my place I rid myself of any body hair and spent a delicious evening in a wonderful Laura Ashley dress and pantyhose (I especially love wearing hose). The next morning I did not have to rush and change so I was having my coffee in the night gown I wore. Janet called and we talked about mundane things. She asked if I dressed and I was honest. She told me to enjoy it but remember that it would end when I was back with them. "David, you can be as feminine as you wish over the next year, but I swear if you cheat on me we are done. No other men," she declared with a laugh. And so I was free to do as I pleased with no limitations. My closet started out with a few dresses on one end and a couple of pairs of shoes but mostly my male clothing dominated the rack. Same went for my drawers, couple pairs of panties, a bra, some hose, but full up with boxers and socks. By the end of the first month this had changed drastically. A flip in the circumstance had occurred. My closet was now full of dresses and skirts with cute tops. The floor was covered in heels, flats and some women's Keds. I moved all my male things into the closet by the door. I liked not seeing them. The same went for my dresser. Gone were the boxers, replaced with panties. The pantyhose and stockings filled one entire drawer. Bras, nighties, camisoles, garters, you name it I had it. As with my clothing I began redecorating with a feminine touch. Pink and purple towels. A frothy lace bed skirt accompanied my satin pink sheets and comforter. Pastel prints adorned my walls. In the cupboard, shelves of makeup and lotions. I stopped using men's toiletries completely. Floral scented body washes and perfume. I wondered if anyone at work ever noticed but nothing was said. My days consisted of go to the office, come home and change into one of my dresses, until it was decided that I could monitor the project in a Tele-work status and work from home fulltime. The building was being renovated and since I was retiring my office was the first to get stripped. This was a gift to me. Before long I couldn't remember the last time I had worn one of the suits in the closet, let alone not wearing stockings. By the end of the second month I was standing in front of the mirror putting on mascara when it hit. "My god, you have transitioned!" I said to my reflection. Now don't get me wrong, I did not pass very well as a woman. I was tall and still had male features, but with all the practice I was good at covering most of them with make-up and magic. DC is a TG friendly town (Political correctness is queen) so after some uneasy first outings I had come to accept that most people did not care how I was dressed or presented myself. Sure, I got looks from others and still had a few mumbled rude comments sent my way, but for the most part I was just the trans girl in the building. I had become accustomed to using feminine pronouns She/Her and expected to be addressed as such. I adopted the name Kathryn Ann Nicole, or Katy to my friends in the community, and had softened my voice to pass as a husky female tone easily now. In fact my wife commented on it and I had to work at using the old one. I was able to use less and less foundation due to the laser hair removal I was getting done. My reasoning was I hated shaving and looked silly with a beard as a man. So why not just fix the issue. As I stood there staring in the mirror, I got uneasy. Did, I really want this? Had I gone too far? Maybe, I should go to the forgotten door closet and put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I turned and was just about to open the closet when the phone rang. It was Janet. We discussed the boy's school and that John was going to play football and he wished I could be there. Talked about the bills, how my project was going and more daily things. Just as the conversation was winding up she asked me a question. "David are you dressing often?" I paused looking around my feminine home. Glanced at my black nylon covered painted toes. "Yes Janet I am...actually every day. I was just thinking that maybe I should slow down," I answered waiting for a blow up. "Be honest David, do you want to stop?" "No," was my one word answer. "Then I see no reason for you to stop. In fact I think this is a good thing. You should dress as often as you can. Live a female life this year. Because you need to get it out of your system. At the end of your job you are going to come back here and we expect a husband and father. Not a second mother. I have a feeling that after a while you will see that being a woman is not that wonderful, but as of now I think you should just indulge as much as you can." I was in shock. Had she just told me to live as a woman? "You really don't mind if I would live as a woman fulltime while I am here? I asked "Mind, well I don't like it, but it is who you are and I am not going to deny your experiment. In fact I think you should force the issue. Get rid of all your male clothing, have no choice in the matter and then see how you cope." I went to the closet and opened it. There literally was nothing but one suit. A few shirts and some jeans on the shelf. She had no idea how far I had already gone. "Ok I will do it," I replied. She said good luck, and hung up. No customary I love you, just good luck. I stood there for a moment, then pulled out everything put it into a black trash bag and set it by the door. An hour later I was pulling out of the Goodwill having just donated my last vestige of maleness. Not only had I transitioned I was not hiding it any longer. I had 10 months to live as a transgender woman and I wondered what would be the ending of the adventure but I did not want to think about endings I was excited for my new beginning. My life went on in a wonderful feminine world. I joined a local trans group and started going to meetings. We would have dinner and dance with each other. I continued my laser having moved from my face to my arms, chest and back. I was even contemplating getting my legs done. My ears and belly button were pierced and after a party two girls and I got little roses tattooed on our ankles. I figured I would get it covered when I was back to being a man, with what I had no idea. I began to chat with people on Kik and found that I really enjoyed the compliments that men would give me. Over time I started to wonder what it would be like to go on a date with a man. One evening on Kik I got a message from a man named Jeffery. We talked into the wee hours of the morning and I really felt comfortable with him. By the end of the week we had moved on from Kik and were now calling each other. We talked daily, sometimes we even did a Facetime. He was a soon to be retired surgeon from Fredericksburg. At 60 he seemed harmless and safe. I was honest with him about who I was. That I was married and would only be a woman for the year. Since he understood there was no future for us I finally agreed to meet for a movie. I was going on my first date with a man. Janet was not going to know about this. On Friday I was extremely nervous. He was going to be here to pick me up in 30 minutes and I was not sure if I should be doing this. I had tried on everything in my closet. Settling on a denim skirt and pink peasant blouse. When the doorbell rang I jumped. Checking my makeup one last time in the mirror, I opened the door. He was tall and well built. I would never have thought he was 60 years old, maybe 45. In his hand was a bouquet of flower. (My first flowers as a woman) I smiled and invited him in. He followed me to the kitchenette as I looked for something to put them in. After some small talk he helped me with my coat and we went to his car, a very fancy Jaguar. He even held the door for me as I sat and swung my legs in primly. On the drive we chatted and I caught him glancing at my legs. I liked it. The movie was bad, another action film with an ageing action star that should retire. He was a complete gentleman. On the way to the car I took his arm and felt warm inside. He walked me to the door but did not try to kiss me. Did I want him too? I hugged him and thanked him for a lovely evening. I leaned against the door inside. I was floating. Was this what a girls feels like when she is desired? It was wonderful. I wanted to do it again. We did, soon it was a weekly event. Sometimes Dinner, or a lunch together. When he finally did kiss me at the door I took his tongue in my mouth. He placed his hand on my neck and I melted. This was amazing. I looked down and excused myself. "Sorry Jeffery I have to stop. How you are making me feel right now if I invite you in I don't know if I will be able to deny you. I am married." He smiled and kissed me again softly. "Good night Katy." And he turned and walked away. Our relationship grew. I was seeing him two or three nights a week. We kissed and made out like school kids. It was three months when I finally opened his pants and knelt down to take him in my mouth. It was my first time but I understood what a man wants, obviously. I planned on spitting it out but instead I swallowed and smiled. He started to apologize, but I stopped him. "Jeffery I wanted to do it and to be honest, I think I liked the taste. Just don't get any ideas that this will happen often." (I ended up doing it weekly and loved it). He smiled at me and kissed me, ignoring the taste of his seed in my mouth. A few weeks later he stayed the night and I delighted in waking in his arms. Coffee with him in my robe and nightie was wonderful. I caught myself fantasizing that this was our home together and we lived as a couple. My phone rang ruining my revelry. It was Janet. Jeffery excused himself and went in to shower as I took the call. Over the last month our phone calls had ceased and we just texted. The boys never wanted to talk because it was un-cool, so to see her call I was surprised and nervous. When I answered she paused "your voice is completely feminine, if didn't know any better I would have thought you were a real woman," she said. I tried to lower to my normal voice but it came out forced. It dawned on me this was my normal voice now. "What's up Janet we haven't spoken in a while?" "I called because I got an interesting call the other day. Linda said that she found out you are living as a woman and stopped by your place last week to see if you were doing ok and just as she was pulling up she saw a woman and a man kissing at the door. So, tell me are you sleeping with a man now? Is he your boyfriend? Are you gay? Is he there now?" I felt like the world was going to stop turning. My stomach cramped. In the other room was Jeffery. I had slept with him. I wanted to keep doing it. He was my boyfriend. Gay? I didn't feel gay. I felt like a heterosexual woman. She asked if I was still there. "I have been honest with you from the start about this so I will be now too," I began. "Yes, I am dating a man named Jeffery. It just kind of happened we started as friends and it spiraled. Yes, he has spent the night. No we have not had sex but I find I want to. I don't feel gay, but I am a man with a boyfriend so technically I would be, but remember I am a woman here, and...well he is in the shower." My heart was pounding but it felt good to be honest. "I told you to be faithful and you couldn't do it. I don't know if our marriage will survive this, but I still love you, or at least the man that you used to be. You have six more months to figure this out missy, then you better be ready to put on pants again and leave him behind. Don't call me anymore. Texts only from here on out, your voice annoys me. Which you better sort it out if the boys call you. I doubt they would approve of their father is a woman now." The line went dead. I was still sitting there holding the phone when Jeffery came out of the bathroom. He could tell by my look that things did not go well. "Are you ok honey?" he said concerned. "I don't know. Six months ago I was a man that liked to cross dress. Now, well, look at me. I can't even remember how to be him. I don't sound like him or act like him. I know that I have to go back to being him but I don't know if I want to. This has been like a dream. I love getting up in the morning and being girly. I love shopping. I love being soft and gentle. I am pretty sure that I have a boyfriend." I looked at him "not only a boyfriend but a man I want to be with all the time and Jeffery I want to be taken as your woman sexually. What am I going to do? How will this end?" I started to cry. He rushed to my side and knelt down taking my face in his hands. "Yes you have a boyfriend and he loves being with you. You warned me that you would have to go back to being a man but I have avoided the thought. I think that you are getting ahead of yourself, though. You, we, have six months to figure this out. Hell, you may break up with me next week and this will be a moot point." "Fat chance mister you have to get used to me being here." I kissed him hard and he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed. My clothes just fell off of me. He was on top of me naked his manhood hard and inviting. He caressed my entire body, even touching my small penis. As it hardened he smiled. Then without thinking I reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. There I kept my toy. A pink dildo and lube. I had been experimenting with prostate orgasms for a while and was good at reaching them. His eyes never left mine as I filled my hand with the lube then stroked his cock. I pushed one then two fingers inside me. I was slippery and ready. I nodded. I didn't realize how much larger he was than my pink friend until the head popped through my pussy. It hurt at first but soon was ok, very tight. He moved slowly. Pushing then withdrawing. As the pain evaporated into pleasure he hit my spot and I jumped. A stream of cum oozed from my little penis. I moaned and put my legs on his shoulders. We didn't say a word. It didn't need to be said. When he came it was like a torrent and I felt it hit my insides. I smiled. As we lay there I felt him soften behind me. A towel was collecting his deposits and I felt safe. Finally I looked at him "That was amazing. I wish I could just have the choice taken away from me and be transformed like one of those forced feminization stories in Fictionmania." I said "What do you mean forced?" he asked with a straight face "What stories?" I giggled. "I doubt you read them. Stories where the unsuspecting cross dresser is taken drugged and given sexual reassignment surgery, implants and then woken up to find that he is now a she and can't go back. It would be so much easier. I would just have to be a girl and that is it." "You don't really want that to happen Katy, you want a choice and you have a family. We can live this way for the near future. It will all work out." Then he got up and went to the shower again. I talked to him as I sat to pee. "It is a fantasy honey. One that I find very exciting for some reason. To go to sleep and then wake up changed. Having to live with the consequences. Turns me on. But alas it is a fantasy and that is all. We all have them." I did not think about it again, but Jeffery did as I would soon find out. The next morning he called and said that he was going out of town for a week but would be back on Saturday. He wanted to have a special night out just the two of us and that he had a surprise for me. Janet texted me a couple of times about financial stuff and starting referring me to Mrs. I told her my name was Kathryn but she called me Mrs. because I was being a wife. I didn't tell her but I like the thought and enjoyed the Mrs. Stuff. On Friday I went out and bought a new black and white floral dress for our big date. I was very excited and by the time Saturday morning came around I had put the phone call out of my mind and was again floating on cloud 9 of femininity. Jeffery arrived promptly at 7pm. He looked dashing in his blue blazer and khaki pants with a white oxford shirt. I giggled when I thought that I used to own the same outfit. He kissed me and took my arm. I felt like I was in love for the first time. He had reservations at a very upscale club and we sat and enjoyed a bottle of wine, which by the end of it I was quite tipsy and he seemed to be none the worse for wear. I was all giddy and silly. I didn't know that he was not drinking only sipping. He had a plan. After dinner he had to help me to the car. Once inside he gave me a glass of water and made me lay down. I couldn't remember the last time I was this drunk. He kissed me and the last thing I remember is him looking down with a stern face and saying, "Remember you wanted this." Then all went black. In the dream I woke up and was still in my dress and hose in bed. I stumbled to the bathroom and sat to pee. It felt different. Looking down I had a vagina. It was just a dream but a strange one. Light coming in from the window woke me. I was assaulted with the worst headache I ever have had. I swung my legs over the bed and saw I was still in my dress and pantyhose. I got a sense of Deja vu. Trying to shake the cobwebs I started for the bathroom to get Ibuprofen, lots of Ibuprofen. My entire body ached and I felt weak. "That's it I am never drinking again," I said out loud. Looking in the mirror my hair seemed longer, my wig was missing, and my eye makeup was still perfect. I chocked it up to Maybelline being geniuses. The water felt good going down and I started to feel the fog lifting. I went to the kitchenette to start some coffee and there on the table was a box with a pink bow and an envelope. Smiling I thought of Jeffery. I opened the envelope and found a type written letter. Dear Kathryn, I hope that you are ok. By now the effects of your anesthesia should be wearing off, though I am sure you have quite the headache. (Anesthesia?) You expressed your inner most desires to me last month (last month?) and I decided that you needed just what you asked for. I hated seeing you in so much turmoil so being who I am, a surgeon, I took matters into my own hands. You think that we went out last night, but in actuality it has been 4 weeks. After our night out I gave you a sleeping pill that is why you fell asleep so quickly. Once you were out I carried you to my car and brought you to a special clinic in Fredericksburg. Now, please sit down. (I did) While there and under my care you underwent several surgical procedures. (My heart began to pound) I don't know if you have noticed the changes yet but you are no longer wearing breast forms, I have given you C cup implants. (I glanced at the cleavage I now had) as well behind the implant is a long term release estrogen capsule. It will stop you from needing any shots or oral prescriptions but still feminize you. I removed any belly fat you had and reinjected it into your hips and behind along with saline pads to give you a full womanly silhouette. Once your hormones catch up I will remove them if you wish. There were some minor facial eye changes, permanent makeup and Botox. Finally and the biggest procedure was full SRS, along with a transplanted uterus and ovaries. You won't be able to carry a child but you should be able to menstruate. (I began to breathe heavily) You will find in this box some necessary items for who you are now. Please read the instructions closely and follow them diligently. I will call you if I don't hear from you soon. Please use what is in this box immediately, especially the pills. With love, David. This had to be a joke. He was messing with me because I told him that silly fantasy. Looking down again I reached up and felt my breasts and my nipple responded. "Oh my god!" what had he done. Forgetting about any headache I got up and ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, now completely sober, I could see that my eyes where permanently lined. My nose seemed smaller and my cheeks fuller. I reached down and pulled my dress over my head. I stared in disbelief. My bra was full. I undid it and two beautiful round breasts with large areolas and nipples came free. I felt there weight. Cupping one I realized this was real. "Ok Jeffery you gave me implants, they can be removed, but there is no way you took my penis!" I yelled at my reflection. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my pantyhose and panties I pulled them down expecting to see my little member come free from a tuck. What I saw was a heart shaped pubic hair mound and nothing else. I slowly reached down and placed a finger between my legs, it slipped inside of me. I fainted. I woke on the bathroom floor. At first I was disoriented but then I remembered. My hand shot between my legs. Same effect as before. I had a vagina. Suddenly I was racked with sobs. "Oh why did you do this to me? I am a man!" Then I realized I no longer was and rolled into the fetal position and I cried harder. Finally I could cry no more and crawled across the floor to my bed. Getting in I pulled the covers over my head and hoped this was really just a dream. Emotionally exhausted, I fell asleep. It was dark when I woke again. This time I didn't even pretend that this was a dream. I lay there in the dark and thought about my wife. I was still married to her and she had given me permission to live a feminine life but not to become a woman physically. I thought what my sons were going to do. How could I be a father to them now that I was not a man? I considered killing myself, but I did not have the courage. Should I call Janet and tell her what happened? I mean, I was going to have to eventually. No, I couldn't yet. I needed to figure this out. As if on cue I felt my bladder complain. I needed to pee. My mind went to the dream. It wasn't a dream. Slowly I pulled the covers back and sat up. I had forgotten that I had crawled across the floor naked and gotten into bed. It was dark but as I moved I could see the silhouette of my breasts. Standing up they moved and bounced. Instinctively I crossed my arms over them. They felt huge and heavy. I took a step and another new sensation hit me, my hips jiggled, and my thighs rubbed each other. Not wanting to see I did not turn on the light as I settled on to the pot. My butt felt large and cushioned. I couldn't pee. I didn't know how I realized. When I had a penis I just stood there or sat there and it did its work but now nothing happened. Finally I relaxed my abdomen and the urine flowed. I reached over and took a pat of toilet paper and for the first, or really second, time I wiped my vagina after peeing. I would do this for the rest of my life. I went back to bed. I didn't sleep much the rest of the night. I was awash with regret and fear, but right before dawn a thought occurred to me. It was real, my fantasy had happened! I went to sleep and woke up a woman. I had no choice. It had been made for me. Then a new sensation began. A warm glow started to come from my groin and my nipples were getting hard. "Holy shit! I am getting turned on by being forced feminized!" I whispered. I was about to explore but then reality set in again and I stopped myself. Finally I decided to get up. This time I decided to ignore my body. Sure it was new but the only difference from yesterday, well last month, was that instead of padding and a girdle it was me. I opened the blind some and with my arm over my breasts went to start a shower. I once again tried to ignore my new body and washed quickly. When the scrubby touched my nipples I got a shock of pleasure. I stopped immediately. As far as my, pussy, I neglected it completely. Once clean I needed to get dressed. Putting on a bra with real breasts is easier than with falsies. The fact that I needed one was nice I decided. Panties were easy, no painful tucking required now, albeit my butt filled them out more and I had pantie lines where they pushed in my fatty fleshy parts. Pantyhose were another story. As a cross dresser hips don't come into play, as a full figured woman tugging them on was not as easy. I will say this, once I got them situated they greatly reduce the roll of my fat ass. Control top really are important I realized. I went with a simple cotton dress and ballet flats. Looking in the mirror I didn't look much different than before, maybe more curves but still close. I decided to forgo makeup and settled my auburn shoulder length wig in place. Coffee was needed and then a phone call to Dr. Jeffery. As I stepped into the kitchen I saw the white box with the bow. "Please use these items." He had said especially the pills? What pills and why? Could this be any harder to handle? I opened the box. On top was a legal size envelope. Under that two bottles of pills filled out to my female name. "To prevent rejection of transplantation, take one pill every morning with a full glass of water. Should bleeding or spotting occur contact your physician." I placed my hand on my abdomen. I had a uterus and ovaries now. Another woman had given them to me and if I didn't take the pills my body would reject them and I could die. Next was a bag with graduated sized dildos. These were not like my little friend. More clinical looking. "Dilation stints." A small sticky note was attached and I recognized Jeffery's hand writing. "Since you now have female organs your internal passages will stay open just fine but the external Vaginal opening may close up and heal over unless you dilate twice a day for 20 minutes for the next month." I had once watched a video of a young M2F girl sitting on a couch with her legs open. She didn't show the penetration but you could see the dilator inside her. She explained it did not feel good at first but now that it had been a month post op she was started to feel some pleasure doing it. Of course having to sit around for 20 minutes twice a day with a plastic dick inside you can really get annoying. I was going to be doing the same thing. Finally I opened the legal envelope. The first page was a surgical detailing of my procedures and a declaration that upon the successful SRS that the Patient was "physically female." Next a Psychologic evaluation from one of Jeffery's partners declaring that I was mentally a female and recommendation that courts grant name and gender marker changes to reflect as such or cause serious mental difficulties. (I never met this guy how could he make this assumption?) A packet of court documents filled out to request name change to Kathryn Ann Nicole, reason transsexuality. Along with an addendum request reissuance of a birth certificate as person being a female. Everything was signed and notarized by the Honorable Jude Andrew Liston. I remembered that one of Jeffery's friends at the club was a judge. "My god he did it!" I said out loud. Not only did he change my body but now I was legally Kathryn. The old me did not exist. I began to shiver then tears began again. "Why can't I stop crying?" I wondered and then remembered I was coursing with estrogen now. I was truly stuck like this. I woke up a woman physically and legally. A tinge of excitement flowed through me. I got up and filled my coffee. There on the counter plugged in was my phone. "He better answer," I said. He answered on the first ring. "How could you do this to me Jeffery? It was a fantasy. Nothing more. Fantasies are supposed to stay just that, a dream not reality. I did not want to become a woman. You have to change me back. If you did it you can undo it. I have still have time." After a moment he calmly replied "No Katy it can't be undone. At least not for another year. You would have to be completely healed before another surgery could be attempted. I would also explain that F2M SRS is not as successful. I could give you breast reduction and remove your female sexual organs but penis construction is very poor at this time. It would always be flaccid and you would never achieve an erection or orgasm again. You would be forced to take Testosterone for the rest of your life or start to feminize again. There is no way to replace working testicles. At best you would resemble a feminine man." "But what about my wife my children? They are never going to accept this. I didn't want this. They will hate me." I began sobbing. "I think you are not being honest with yourself Katy. This is exactly what you truly desire. Search deep down inside. You have told me you can't imagine going back to being male or living a male life. Now please if you have not done so take your pills." His words stung. He was right, I could not even now find it in myself to be a man again. I hated the thought of wearing a suit and being masculine. The idea of looking in the mirror and seeing David again was abhorrent to me. But even so I should have come to this decision on my own. I went to the table and picked up the pills. I opened the bottle and palmed two of them. "Too prevent rejection" was that what I wanted? To reject my female insides. To lose my uterus, lose my womb. "You gave me a womb Jeffery," I said quietly into the phone. "Yes Honey I have, and fallopian tubes and ovaries. The poor woman that died in the car accident was quite fertile. That is why I am trying to get you to take your pills so quickly. You have been on anti-rejection meds for a month but if you stop for anytime longer that a couple of days the first thing that will happen is your eggs will die. Then more rapidly things will get much worse, bleeding, shock and it could kill you." All I heard was, my eggs. "Are you trying to tell me that...my god...I could become a mother! But your letter said that I couldn't get pregnant." "That is what the general belief is in medicine. But two patients in the UK were able to become pregnant and carry to term. One with artificial insemination the other quite naturally. It has not been released to the public do to privacy laws. This is one choice I want you to have. If you choose to prevent it from happening and let them die I will help you but you need to be monitored very closely by a doctor as it happens." Let them die he had said. I placed my hand on my belly. Could it grow? Would I feel my child inside me? I looked at the pills in my hand. I was suddenly overcome with a new maternal instinct. Hell no they won't die. "No Jeffery I won't let them die, I love them." I replied and swallowed the pills. With that statement I knew. I knew that this was what I wanted. I never was happy as a man and I was never going to be one again. I was a woman, blessed mother. I was given the gift of giving life. It was a responsibility that whether artificially achieved or by birth I could not turn my back on. Ever. I was suddenly overcome with joy and began to cry again. Hearing me Jeffery asked if I was ok sounding concerned. "I am now. More ok than I have ever been in my life. I am me. I am Kathryn and I am a woman. In every way I hope. I owe it all to you lover. Thank you." "I am so glad to hear you say that. This has been killing me watching you sleep everyday this past month. Hoping you would be ok and healthy and happy, but most of all not hate Me," he replied. "Hate you? I don't think that is possible. Be incredibly cross with you, yes I can be that, but I can never hate you. In fact Jeffery I have never said it but I love you with all my heart and I love being with you and being your woman. Would you please come over, I am going to need help with what is coming next." "I will be there in a couple of hours, I love you too Kathryn." His voice was thick and I could tell that he was fight back tears of his own. For the first time I stood naked in front of the full length mirror with the light on. My body was very different. My legs looked longer, my hips wide and full. Turning to the side I had a cute rounded butt and as I hopped it bounced. I giggled "J-LO you have nothing on Katy" I said My breasts were full and round. I explored my nipples and they responded in kind. So sensitive I loved it. My waist was smaller due to the lack of calories and wider hips, nothing like a surgical diet to get a girl in shape. I traced the folds of my vagina, my pussy. It was sensitive but still a little numb in places. I let one finger slip inside. I took it out and brought to my nose. No unpleasant smell. I hated it when Janet was smelly. My man would appreciate a sweet little pussy I thought and giggled again. Looking at my hair I realized that with a visit to a salon I could get away with a cute page boy cut. I brushed it and decided to go sans wig. Looking over at the clock I saw I still had an hour and a half before Jeffery was going to there. Moving to the bed I sat and pulled out a yellow stint. Time to dilate. Laying back on a pillow I spread my knees. With a little lube I pushed the tip in. It entered easily. Pushing it slipped in to the base. I looked at the bag. Assuming I need to be careful I had chosen the smallest stint. Apparently I was larger than that. After some experimenting I settled on a purple one. It was as thick as Jeffery and longer. Once in I followed the instructions and left it in place and sat back to relax for 20 minutes. As I sat there the thought that I had a plastic penis inside me I smiled. I thought of Jeffery being my stint and giggled. My nipples sprang to life. I played with them and found myself moaning. Without realizing it I was gripping the stint, no in my mind, Jeffery's cock with my pussy lips. I could actually tighten and loosen. I was milking his gorgeous cock. I did not achieve an orgasm but I floated some place just under climax until the timer on my watch told me it was time to stop. I was going to like this I decided. I was sitting in the living reading the name change affidavit when the doorbell rang. I got up and glanced out the window. There stood Jeffery, more flowers in hand and fidgeting. I looked in the mirror and straitened my dress. With my new found body it flowed nicely. The skirt poofed out over my hips. Opening the door I stepped back. Shyly he thrust the flower toward me. "Hello Kathryn may I come in?" he asked. I reached out and pulled him in by the collar of his coat. I looked at him and then melted. I kissed him and then slapped his face. "The kiss is so you know I love you, the slap is so you know you violated a trust." "I deserved the slap more than the kiss my darling," he said and handed me the posies. We sat on the couch and I handed him the documents. "How did you make this happen? I assume the judge is a friend of yours. Don't I usually have to appear in person for such an action? Also, I didn't sign anything." Looking at the papers he explained, "Well yes he is my brother in the lodge. I explained that you were in a bad spot and since you were being sedated post-surgery you could not appear. I told him that if you had to begin the process after it would cause irreparable harm to your mental state. As a superior court judge he has the legal authority to make declarations without the undersigned actually signing." "Even the gender change?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that is not difficult just an order. We will have to take it to the county clerk and get it reissued. Your current one is invalid. I suggest that we do you ID and birth certificate at the same time. You need to understand this is you know. David does not exist. You are Kathryn legally. Does that still upset you?" I looked him in the eye. "No, as of this morning and the realization that..." I paused and ran my hand over my belly, "well, I am a true woman I actually relish the fact. I am not sure why but when you explained that I could become a mother, all of the cross dressing and trans confusion just vanished. It was like I had been born again. I am who I have always should have been. You have given me a wonderful gift Jeffery. I didn't think I could love you more but now I know I can." Tears began to well up and I took a tissue to dab the corners of my eyes. "I am glad to hear you say that Kathryn, but don't get ahead of yourself. Only two woman in the world have ever been successful getting pregnant and caring a child. There are no guarantees that you will be able to. We are going to have to put you on fertility drugs to induce ovulation and watch you closely. You will have to find a good genetic match sperm donor too." I crossed the room and knelt before him. "I have all the man I need right here. In fact he actually made me from scratch just for him." I reach for his zipper as I could see his handsome cock strain. "Um dear, I am 60 years old. (His breathe quickening) I don't think I can or should become a father. (My fingers inside his pants tickling) You need a younger man. I will miss their adult years." He groaned as I looked up and pulled him out landing a kiss on the tip. "Their? So we will have more than one? Good now take me upstairs, I gestured at the clock, and it is time for my dilation." I didn't orgasm that first time, or even the second or third, but having a man inside my pussy was what I had always dreamed of. I just didn't know it until that day. We decided to wait on telling Janet and the boys until all the legal matters were complete. I got my ID and birth certificate easily. They reissued me a SSN card and insurance cards. The latter is what decided when we would tell Janet. Apparently the insurance sent her new documents and cards since she was still my beneficiary. We had planned to call and meet just her she called me. "I thought we decided not to talk," I answered smarmily. "Yeah, well I thought that my husband was playing a fantasy game, but now I find he is a woman named Kathryn and all the insurance has been reissued in her name!" My heart skipped a beat, well I guess the cat was out of the bag. "Well Janet you are still my beneficiaries and I will continue to take care of the boys even after our divorce." There I said it a divorce. I had to be free of her. To hopefully marry Jeffery, though he still had not asked. "A divorce! So that is what you want now. Pretending to be a woman has brought you to this. Let me guess you think that your boyfriend will want you? You think you can be a wife and a real woman? I doubt it. You have been playing at it. Being a woman is more than dresses and hose and playing house. Are you going to have a sex change then? I doubt you could handle it." Her voice was high and shrill. I knew that voice it was when she was beyond angry. I was annoyed by her tone. "I already have Janet. Last month. I am a woman now. There is no going back. I am legally and physically female. Accept it or not I don't care. I did not want it to end this way, but you pushed it. Remember you are the one that told me to be a full time woman here. I just did exactly that." There was a long pause on the line. I thought maybe she hung up, but just as I was going to say her name she responded. This time the vitriol was gone. She sounded sad, distant, hurt. "Oh David, or Kathryn I suppose, I knew this was coming. I denied it but in the back of my mind when you were honest about dressing every day and finding out about your boyfriend I knew it was going to end this way eventually." She was crying now. "Just so you know I have told the boys everything. They did not believe it at first but I think they will be ok. It will take time. Please don't hate me Kathy. I won't bother you anymore." I caught her before she hung up. "Wait don't hang up. I am sorry it has happened like this. I wanted it to be better, but how could it really be. You will always be my first love, but now I am the person I always should have been. Anything you want that I can give is yours. If you want my retirement, it is yours. Know I would never in a million years leave you with nothing. Oh, and I prefer Katy." "I may need some of your retirement to take care of the boys, my job is not as good as yours was, but you need your chance to live. I am still angry I think but I understand. Honestly, being a woman is pretty damn amazing. I am glad you get to experience it. Send me the divorce and I will sign. I won't contest anything as long as our boys are taken care of. Please call me and we can talk more but right now I just need to take a long hot bath and cry. If you really are a woman now you understand. Good bye Katy." And she was gone. I found myself falling apart. I jumped onto my bed and cried. I wanted this really but she did not deserve it. Before long both Janet and I were submerged in our respective bath tubs, crying. I would like to say that the boys accepted me easily but that was not the case. For the first few months they refused to see me. It broke my heart but I understood. Finally we began to chat then call. At Christmas they finally agreed to a meeting but just for lunch. It was awkward, but it was what I could expect. Jeffery and I continued to date but within the year it was obvious we wanted different things. I wanted to be a wife AND a mother and he refused to do that because of his age. I was heartbroken when it happened but it did. A year later I was grocery shopping when I dropped my keys and they were picked up by Donald. He was tall and handsome. We had only been dating for two weeks when I came out of his bathroom and found him on his knees. Being a ditz I asked if he dropped something. He looked up at me and asked. "Katy you are the most amazing woman in the world. I can't live another day without you by my side. Please will you marry me?" I fell to my knees in front of him and said yes. Of course he knew my entire story, he had too or we never have been able to be together. It took a year of trying but one afternoon Donald came home to me sitting in the bathroom weeping. He immediately came to me in concern. I said nothing but held up the telltale white stick. There loud and for all to see was a pink plus sign. We are going to ask Jeffery to be our doctor.