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This story was originally inspired from watching girls on the grids at Motorsports events and who are employed as eye candy in amongst all the high technology and high-octane world. Have you ever noticed that on the motor racing grids, it is usually the men who race and it's the glamorous ladies usually holding up the umbrellas to shield the riders or drivers from the sun or the rain? Just what would it be like for a boy to be suddenly exposed to that typical female role? Could he cope and just what would his reaction be particularly as he has to look and act completely like a girl. This story is set at initially over the weekend of a British Superbike Motor Cycle Racing event at Donington Park in Leicestershire several years ago. It's best to read the first two parts of the story first. A big thanks go to Linda Coleman who has taken a keen interest in the story and has done prompt proof reading and made lots of suggestions. The story continues. Chapter 17 - At the salon (Tuesday through Thursday) When I woke up the next Tuesday morning, I found myself snuggled well into Marcy's nightdress covered back. After a most unladylike yawn and stretch, I lay awake and then started to question what I was planning to do to myself. I realised that in a little while I was going to have to get up, dress up as a girl, swallow my hormones and then work all day in that bastion of femininity, a beauty salon. It all seemed a bit confusing, weird and yet truly wonderful to me. It was also quite a realisation to know that in a few days, I was also going voluntarily under a surgeon's knife to get two specially shaped bags of fluid inserted into my chest. As Marcy snored quietly beside me, I thought that perhaps I was going into this way too fast and deeply. Then I thought that perhaps it was because I was being pushed into it a bit too hard by Marcy and then by that guy Jake the photographer. It was going to be a huge difference from some occasional private cross dressing in my bedroom to going through a sudden gender change and dressing full time. At that moment, as I stared at the ceiling I was certainly very unsure if this was the right thing to do. After a few minutes tossing things over in mind without coming to any conclusive decision, a pressing full bladder made me get up. So I got up, put on one of Marcy's warm house coats, used the toilet and then started to make our breakfast. It was milky porridge for me and bran flakes with dried fruit for her washed down with some much needed coffee. We'd removed the breast forms the night before as Marcy wanted to do some more hair removal on my chest and it felt strange at first walking around without them on my chest. When she finally surfaced into the kitchen about 15 minutes later I asked, "tell me something. Is what I'm doing entirely sensible to you?" "Sensible? It depends on your definition of the word," she replied still looking less perky than normal courtesy of her just having woken up. "Well is it sensible to completely change my gender and appearance?" I asked. "When you put it like that, then it's probably not sensible. But then who said that you need to be sensible if it's in your mind to go and do it?" she asked. "That's just it. I was lying awake this morning and I don't really know if I'm sure I want to do it," I replied. "Well it's not too late for you to back out if you're having second thoughts," she admitted. "You don't have to do it and nobody is forcing you into it," she added which rang true. "the only time I used a bit of coercion on you was in the first few days at Donington. It was only meant to be a temporary arrangement and then you'd stop. However, that seems to have awoken something inside you." "Yes but for a time it also became almost impossible to stop being Lara because of unavoidable circumstance," I replied and shrugged. "Every time I tried to get back to being Larry something would come along to stop it happening or maybe I just didn't want it to stop happening. During that time, I found I secretly enjoyed being stopped from being Larry again as if the choice was somehow out of my hands." "Yes I see what you mean," she said. "It's probably a guilt trip you're feeling right now then. Being forced to be Lara avoids you feeling guilty about it all because it's somehow not your decision to make." "Yes but now it's all my decision what I need to do," I replied. "That seems to make it feel somehow less attractive or exciting." "So do you want me to tell you what you should do?" she asked checking her watch for the time we should leave. "Perhaps I do," I replied honestly. "I thought as much. So I should go back to dominating you is that it? Do you want me to take all the decisions for you then?" She countered laughing. "Yes in a way that sounds much better," I replied. "Well in that case I'd definitely want you to at least try to live as Lara a little bit longer and see how you feel. Let's see if you feel the same way. I mean it's only been a couple of weeks since you've been fully out as Lara," she advised. "That's true," I replied handing her the bowl of cereal and a mug of steaming hot coffee. "I must admit I've always felt wrong about myself since I was quite young." "Well do you feel right now as Lara?" she asked sitting down to eat. "It's really quite hard to say," I replied. "I'm obviously very excited about the possibility of a modelling career after losing my dead end job. I could if everything works out, get into the exciting world of advertising and promotions. That would be a dream come true for me!" "It would be like that for many other people," she admitted. "However you do look very pretty as a girl. That's definitely a big plus. In time I'll help make you look even prettier." "The big difference though for this dream to work out is that I need to get a couple of bags of liquid inserted under my nipples in a few days' time," I replied. "By the way, talking of nipples mine are suddenly feeling quite tender today. After we removed the breast forms yesterday and they feel a bit more sensitive when I touched them." "Can I see?" she asked. So I eagerly parted my house coat to reveal my flat hairless chest. "Yes I can feel that there's a little hard bud under each nipple now. So your breasts are growing already and that's probably due to the hormone injection you got at Derby." "Perhaps I should just let my breasts grow naturally then instead of getting breast implants?" I suggested. "It seems they're already growing by themselves." "You could but that would take months and you definitely wouldn't get any of those modelling jobs that Jake promised," she cautioned in between mouthfuls of cereal. When she finished she just put her bowl and cup into the sink to be washed later when we got home. "Come on we better get moving and open up the salon." "Do you still want me to go with you?" I asked. "Of course," she replied. "You'll only mope about here all day." "I wouldn't get paid though would I?" I asked. "Yes of course you'd get paid. I'm short staffed at the moment with Liza and Marion away on maternity leave, so you can help in a big way plus we can always carry on with more of your hair removal at the salon when times get quiet," she said putting on her coat. After giving my long hair a quick brush in the mirror, Marcy then showed me how to tie it up. I'd decided to wear a pair of my oId jeans, my usual trainers and one of the bike team T shirts but Marcy told me that wouldn't do when she saw what I was going to put on. "You can't wear that stuff anymore Lara," she said shaking her head. "Why not? What do you suggest?" I asked. "Well do I need to spell it out?" she asked. "Also for now just put some mascara on your eyelashes. I'll give you a makeover later and show you how to do your make-up properly in future." Then realising she was right I went to my stash of female clothing to change. So I put on a pair of spandex, black 80 denier pantyhose, an old padded bra she gave me, some stretch jeans of hers that she threw at me, a girl's cotton blouse and a pair of low heel wedge sandals for comfort. "There that's much better," she said then throwing me my new warm padded jacket. I locked the front door with the key she'd given me and followed her out to the car. On the way to the salon, Marcy said, "If there's a space in between the bookings today, we'll do a lot more sessions of hair removal to your face and body." I thanked her as she drove down back streets at speed to get to the salon on time. When we arrived at 8:30am she told me to relax and to be just nice to everyone. "I'll try," I replied. "I think you're really caught up tight in all this stuff. So it might be a good idea to just try and relax a little! Just enjoy yourself," she cautioned. "You could be right," I replied before she then gave me a boring but necessary task to complete. She'd set me to work tidying up the three supply cupboards and stocktaking on all the supplies they used. There were hair dyes, hair conditioner, shampoos, nail polishes of all kinds and colours, and permanent solutions and so on. So I decided to put everything in supplier alphabetical order at first and then I realised that was going to cause problems as we had more than one shampoo supplier so then I decided to put them all into type order. That done, I told Marcy we didn't need to order any more conditioner or shampoo for a while as we had 48 large bottles of each on the shelf. "Oh we'll get through that lot in a couple of weeks," she laughed. "We go through a dozen bottles of each a week at the moment." "Well it should be easier to keep a tab on what's being used now," I replied showing her the clipboard with a page for each beauty product stocked in the cupboard. "Nice try Lara, but the girls won't bother to fill in a form each time they want a bottle of shampoo or conditioner. What you could do is to get the names, addresses and telephone numbers of our major suppliers and add that to each inventory page," she said after she'd looked at my work before she went to deal with a client leaving me to my task again. "Right oh yes," I replied a little disappointed my idea wasn't practical but Marcy's idea had merit, so I looked at the invoices and filled in the information for each item. "Good job," she said later when I'd finished and was having my elevenses. "I've got some spare time now if you'd like to do some body hair removal." "Sure," I replied thinking that she could zap the last of my body hair with the laser again. So I lay there on the treatment bench as she worked up and down my body zapping the skin with pulse after pulse of laser light. She gave the area on my chest and under my arms a first thorough treatment. "Fortunately for you, you do have naturally dark hair so that's helping with the treatment," she indicated. During the treatment the conversation shifted to what breast size I should get. I told her nothing smaller than a Double D cup but she said, "you're mad wanting them that big." "How come?" "Because you are!" she replied adamantly. "Don't forget that you'll be carrying that extra weight on your chest for the rest of your life." "500cc is half a kilo so 1000cc would be just a kilo," I exclaimed doing the simple arithmetic. "That doesn't sound too bad to me." "Well wait until you've had them a few months and by then your hormones will have kicked in. Then perhaps they won't feel so good to you," she cautioned. "What do you suggest?" I asked. "Well let's wait until we get home later and we can try an experiment with one of my bras," she said. "We can let you see and feel what it's really like to have bigger breast implants." "Well I've had those breast forms on for a while," I replied. "Surely those will be the same?" "Yes but those don't weigh the same," she advised. "Silicone is slightly lighter than saline and those were not double D in size." So that night after eating dinner and relaxed, Marcy then indicated that I should try on one of her current bras. Thinking it might be a bit of a laugh, I went into the bedroom and she handed me a pretty one with a lacy pink pattern on the front of the cups. I clipped it on in front, turned it around and then put my arms through the straps. She helped adjust the straps and the clips at my back. "Now imagine both those cups filled up with your breasts in a day or so," she said like it was some kind of crazy idea or notion. "I didn't realise you were so well endowed Marcy," I replied. "My old breast forms were definitely not as big as your breasts." "E cup breasts are not that much fun to carry around at times," she suddenly admitted. "If you look at my shoulders you can see where my bra straps have been cutting in. They did take a bit of getting used to. At least at first but now I'm used to them." "What other problems did you face?" I asked very curious. "Well apart from the extra weight there is all the movements they make, and then men stare at them all the time. Sometimes they move and wake me up at night when I don't wear a bra so I usually wear comfy one in bed too these days," she replied after a pause. "Then sometimes they're just uncomfortable particularly as I used to do a lot of jogging. Even a good sports bra doesn't help with them." "I noticed and I wondered why you wore a bra in bed," I said. I was about to remove her bra when she said to leave it on and she would be back in a few minutes. When she returned from the kitchen, she was holding two large party balloons which were filled with warm water. She carefully inserted the balloons into my bra cups so I could feel the weight pull on my bra straps. "How much water is in each balloon?" I asked. "Over half a litre in each one," she replied. "So that's more than an extra kilo in weight you have on your chest. Do you feel it?" "Yes I feel it despite the bra support," I admitted. "Right so try and imagine you didn't wear a bra, and that support wasn't there," she asked "I never thought about it like that before," I admitted. "Not many do," she replied gently helping me to undo the bra. "It's best we just unclip the bra rather than try to remove the balloons as we'll probably burst them and make a horrible mess. Don't forget that your breast development with the hormones isn't very pronounced yet so whatever implant you get your breasts will only get larger once the hormones kick in." "Yes perhaps then it makes sense to go for a smaller size or at least a size that will look normal on me when the hormones have had their effect," I suggested. "That seems sensible to me," she replied. "You can get saline implants that can be reduced in size or increased so those might be worth considering." That night we went to bed and she asked me to go down on her again which I gladly did. One reason was because I liked giving her oral pleasure and the second was because I felt she deserved it. Over the next few days, I had a few more hair removal sessions with Marcy including some more on my chest, back and in my armpits. I also had some extensive electrolysis on my facial hairs and it seemed as if it was going to take a long time to remove every facial hair follicle. She was also keen to continue shaping and moulding my eyebrows too so that they were no longer bushy hairy caterpillars but just thin high arches over both eyes. That made a huge difference to my face. I also telephoned the clinic and told Doctor Jones what I wanted and he thought that made perfect sense too. I wanted to go for 400cc saline implants with a teardrop shape. He said that saline and that shape would be fine but I should leave the final size up to him as he would only be able to assess it better during the operation. The night before we were due to go to the clinic, she asked me how I was feeling and I admitted to being nervous but that I would be glad when it was all over with. I also had late calls from Jake and Brent that night wishing me well in the morning. Jake was on the phone telling me that he'd arranged a few other promotions and events for me but didn't want to go into great detail on the night before my surgery. "It's just something to look forward too," he said before ringing off. Marcy advised me to get my own bedroom ready for me returning home and since that made good sense, I made up a fresh bed with newly laundered bed linen. I also made sure everything I needed was to hand and ready. I bought some over the counter pain killers and lots of bottled water too just in case I needed them and put them ready beside my bed. Chapter 18 - Day 18 (Friday) At the Clinic Marcy obviously volunteered to drive me south for my appointment with Doctor Jones, the plastic surgeon who would do my breast implants. The journey was event free apart from a small traffic hold up just before the final exit off the motorway. "Are you feeling alright now?" she asked as we neared the clinic. "Truth be told, I'm half scared to death," I replied. "I've never had any surgery before and I'm really dreading the pain I'll experience in recovery." "You've nothing to be scared about," she declared. "I've done it and I admit it's sore but it's not that bad." "Maybe your pain threshold is higher than mine though," I said. "Pain is pain," she replied. "But yes I've heard that men can't handle pain as well as us women." "We'll soon find out," I declared as she drove into the grounds and parked the car as close as possible to the entrance. We walked in just a few minutes fashionably late but not enough to cause any problems. I was quickly registered at reception and was then shown to my private room where I was asked to change into a clinic dressing gown and to wait until I was called. I'd brought with me an overnight bag with a nightdress and slippers as requested. Marcy stayed with me but we didn't talk too much. It was just small talk and about what Jake had talked about the night before. "We'll just have to wait and see what he has in mind," said Marcy. "Hopefully it's something good." "There's not much point worrying about it now," I said just as a nurse arrived after twenty long minutes of waiting. She had popped in to give me a pre-med injection into my ass. She also took care to check on any possible body hairs I might have had left on my chest and underarm areas. "It's nice that you don't have any body hair to worry about," she declared. "Thanks it's all been zapped by either laser or waxing by my friend here," I replied glad that Marcy had done such a good job that there was none to remove. The nurse chatted for a few more minutes as she went through her checklist asking if I'd eaten anything and if I'd had a bowel movement and so on. Satisfied with all my answers she told me that an orderly would be along for me shortly and then she left to go back to the theatre with her job seemingly done. Marcy stayed with me until the theatre orderly arrived about thirty minutes later with a wheel chair and asked me to hop onto it. Despite feeling groggy from the pre-med, I easily did as he asked and he then started to push me towards the operating theatre at the end of the corridor. Marcy held hands with me as we went towards the double doors. She gave me a lovely kiss on the lips and then I was quickly wheeled into the ante room and prepared for surgery. I was told to lie on a trolley and I had a catheter inserted into the back of my hand which would be used to administer the anaesthetic and IV solutions. Before long I was counting backwards and I didn't even reach six before I was out of it. The surgery lasted around 90 minutes Marcy told me later. The surgery itself went well and without a hitch according to Doctor Jones. Later I was to find out that I'd been given two 450cc saline implants which during the surgery they'd decided would suit my frame perfectly and could be reduced in size when my natural breasts increased with hormone treatment. Saline was thus chosen as they felt that I could more easily add or remove from them. They had inserted the implants via an incision in my arm pits and then inflated them up to the size I needed with the saline. I only saw much later that there was no surgical scarring on my chest. When I awoke though back in the ante room I didn't quite see it that way. "Oh my God," I cried out in intense discomfort after I came round, "I feel like I've been run over by a truck!" I felt like I couldn't breathe properly and not only did I have the implants inside me; my chest was all strapped up with some kind of support bra in place along with some strapping bandage. Apart from feeling sore, I still felt light headed and groggy after waking from the anaesthesia. It felt a bit like a bad hangover and those always made me want to sleep. Thankfully Gladys my nurse arranged for an injection of pethidine painkiller into my saline drip otherwise I'd have screamed like hell to get the two large sacks of fluid in my chest removed there and then. That painkiller helped so much I had a couple of hours of sleep and felt considerably better when I woke up. However, as it still hurt to move around, I wasn't able to get moving for the rest of the day. So I stayed in my bed in the private room at the clinic overnight with Marcy staying in the nearby motel. That first day was more about surviving the pain caused by the surgery, rather than actually discovering what my new breasts looked like. I did notice these two bumps sticking out of my rib cage but with the support bandages they didn't look too big to me. It was only later that I realised that they were being squashed flat. Chapter 19 - Day 19 (Saturday) Going home When I woke up early that Saturday morning after a restless night of sleep, I pulled myself up in the bed. I found that I wasn't in that much pain; it was just very uncomfortable. I watched a little television and found the motorsports channel which covered all kinds of car and bike racing events including some British superbike coverage so I watched that with interest. I eagerly drank plenty of water as my throat still felt sore which was probably caused by the anaesthetic pipe placed down my airway during the operation. I tried to pull myself up a bit more to sit in bed and quickly realised the implications of what I'd had done as I could feel the weight. These breast implants couldn't just be easily unglued or removed like the breast forms I'd used and they were now very much part of my body. Even if I wanted to revert back to being Larry, that was going to present me with a big problem with obviously another expensive operation to get them out again. Also they just wouldn't be very easy to hide or conceal any more. At 8:00am I had porridge for breakfast washed down with a lovely cup of milky tea. I had regular visits from the clinic nurses who had come in every hour to record my vital signs and see how I was feeling. They told me everything was looking normal and I was given some more antibiotic pills to take to help counteract any possible wound infections. I was also given a prescription for more pills to take over the next several days. Then at 9:30 am Doctor Jones paid me a surprise visit and after a check- up including looking at the sutures he suggested that if I was feeling fine I could go home that very afternoon to recover there. He said he would arrange an appointment for ten days later for a further check-up and removal of the stitches. "If there is the slightest sign of infection get in contact with me straight away," he said giving me his mobile number. "In fact if you have any problems at all just please give me a ring." I obviously promised to do just that. "It's important that you should realise that since every woman's body is unique, there's no exact timeline for recovery from your surgery," he cautioned. "However, most surgeons agree and I include myself in that, full recovery can take on average six weeks. The good news is that many women feel perfectly fine after about a week to ten days." "When will the pain and discomfort start to subside?" I asked. "I would think the pain will diminish a lot by Monday. Thereafter you'll probably just have some slight discomfort," he advised. "You'll be able to manage it with some over the counter painkillers like bufren or cocodomol." "Thanks can you give me some painkillers for the journey home?" I asked. "Yes I'll get you some delivered from our pharmacy," he replied. "Now before I go I have some other advice for you." "Yes?" I queried. "You'll need to wear a bra at all times until your stitches are removed so we give you two support bras that are made in a breathable fabric, they have a seamless design, have fully adjustable straps and give a good fit," he said holding the spare one up for me to see. "Those will do until you can get yourself fitted with some more fashionable bras after the stitches are out. We'd recommend that you get measured for your first bra rather than just try some on. It's far better to get measured up properly." "Thanks I'll definitely keep that in mind," I said realising I didn't know any shops that did that kind of service. I hoped that Marcy would know. "As I was saying after a week or so you'll find that the tenderness will start to disappear and movements won't hurt so much so you'll be able to slowly ease back into light exercise and work should be possible from a week on Monday. I'd avoid any strenuous lifting or do any jarring activity like jogging or workouts for a few more weeks yet though," he helpfully advised. "Thanks but right now I just can't see me doing very much exercise," I replied. "Now I know you've just had breast implant surgery but if you'd require any more cosmetic surgery in the future, then please let me know and we can arrange it," he suggested giving me his card. "What other things do you do?" I asked. "Lots of things for transgender women such as yourself including even the final gender confirmation surgery." "Thanks though but I'm not ready for that step yet," I replied. "Yes I know but if you get a thumbs up from your therapist please do get back in touch," he said. "We also carry out facial feminisation surgery, liposuction on the stomach and waist and then we can reinject the fat back into your rear to give you an ideal hour glass figure that you'd probably like." "If you've got a leaflet or brochure please send them to me," I replied suddenly not discouraged by the immediate discomfort I was in. "You can pick up our new colour brochure when you go out past reception on your way home this afternoon," he suggested helpfully. When he left, I asked a passing nurse to fetch me a brochure and she helpfully obliged. I was able to read it while I waited for my departure time. Then Marcy dropped by an hour later and stayed with me until we left that afternoon. We shared my lunch as my appetite hadn't fully recovered. She ate most of the fish pie I'd been given, while I still managed to eagerly consume the creamy rice pudding. After a final check of my blood pressure and temperature, I was given the all clear to go home just after 2pm. As I left my room, I was surprisingly presented with a large bouquet of flowers by the matron which I really appreciated a great deal. So it was that I left the clinic almost a kilo heavier and 5,000 pounds poorer having settled the clinic's bill with the savings I'd rescued from my mother's house. Most of the trip home was thankfully uneventful though I did get concerned calls again from Brent and Jake asking me how I was doing. I told them I was in a little discomfort now but in not that much pain thanks to the painkillers I'd been taking. Then a few miles from home, Marcy had to suddenly brake hard to avoid a stupid cat that crossed the road right in front of us. The brakes worked well as we skidded to a sudden stop but it had the effect of me sliding forward into my seat belt with a thud. "Sorry Lara, are you all right?" she asked looking over at me. "Yes I think I'm fine," I said as thankfully I'd taken the precaution of carefully putting the seat belt in the gap between my breasts rather than over them. "Thank goodness. I was really worried I'd caused you a serious injury," she declared. "No I think I'm fine," I reassured her though part of the belt had painfully pushed hard against the inside of my left breast. Marcy stopped outside a pharmacy to get my antibiotics and she bought me some more basic painkillers too. However, the long drive home left me quite tired and I was very grateful to rest up in bed after the trip. Marcy took great delight in looking after me. She fed me some delicious homemade soup and home baked bread. The only time I needed to get up was when I needed to use the toilet. The rest of the time I was either watching movies on Netflix, reading magazines or I slept. I did a lot of the latter. At one point Marcy joined me on my bed so we could watch a movie together, but I fell asleep watching it and when I woke up she'd gone to her own bed to sleep. Chapter 20 - (Sunday) Recovering at Marcy's Over the first few days, I was able to control the pain and discomfort of which there was a lot by taking analgesics as I needed. Although the pain and swelling was less than I expected, it still hurt even when I breathed out hard or coughed. This was I was told quite normal, and that it would slowly and naturally disappear over time. To help reduce this pain and speed up the healing process, the clinic had provided me with those two recovery bras. I looked at the spare one in detail and it seemed like an instrument of torture rather than an item of clothing. The bras were specially designed to maximize my post-operative comfort, but they also provided stability, increased my blood circulation and put on a mild compression to ensure proper lymph drainage. They were not exactly feminine in style but were purely functional. That second day after my surgery, Marcy decided upon herself that it would be a good idea to change my dressings and I somewhat reluctantly agreed with her. I think she was just curious to see the results. "Sit up straight abit," she ordered after putting lots of soft pillows behind my back and head. Carefully with me bolt upright, she removed the Elastoplast straps which had been stuck to my skin since Doctor Jones visit on Saturday morning. "Just as well you don't have any chest hair," she declared. "That's very true," I said as she slowly pulled and eased the bandage strip off the bare skin on my chest. It was naturally slow painful going but finally inch after inch she managed to remove it to reveal me wearing just the other support bra that they'd given me. It had hooks in the front and she slowly but eagerly undid each one. When the last one was undone, I felt my breasts suddenly expand as they were no longer confined as before. My breasts were still wrapped in a lightweight bandage and there was a small bandage covering both armpit incisions. There were no obvious signs of seepage from the incisions and so we decided to leave those armpit bandages in place a bit longer. With the bra and the other bandages off when I looked down, I was quite shocked to see how big my breasts were. Marcy got a mirror from the bathroom and held it up so I could see them better. "It seems that they are just like two jelly moulds stuck on my rib cage," I declared looking at them. "They don't look very realistic to me. What the hell have I done this for?" I wailed feeling sad. "Come on don't be silly," she countered and pointed to the bruising on the skin. "Give them some time to develop a bit. It's early days yet for your skin to adjust to them. As you can see the skin here is still very discoloured and tight." "How long is that going to take?" I asked impatiently. "Well obviously it'll be a few months until you get the traditional teardrop shape but I know he used the teardrop implants," she replied. "He used them on me and you can see they've worked out just fine. You'll just have to learn to be patient until then." However, now I was still feeling quite sad by their shape. "Jake said that he wants to use me in what will be effectively nude pictures because I'll have body paint on to look like racing leathers." "I wouldn't worry Lara, they'll be perfect. They're certainly the right size for your body," she said and then she leant forward to kiss me on the right and then the left nipple. The feeling sent an electric shock through my body as I felt her lips on my taught sensitive nipples. "Wow, that feels amazing Marcy. I've never experienced anything like that before. No one has ever kissed my nipples before," I said noticing that they were now also quite hard. "You'll come to love having your nipples sucked and kissed, just like any other woman," she said. "Right now I don't doubt it," I replied very happy to feel them grow. "For now though we better hide your two beauties away until they heal a bit more," she said slowly and carefully hooking up my support bra again. "It's looking good so far though your breasts are showing extensive signs of bruising. Now what would you like for your breakfast?" "You!" I laughed. "You can't have me at the moment," she said smiling at my comment. "How about some spicy baked beans on toast then?" I asked. "Coming right up Madame," she declared and then she went through to the kitchen to cook the food. I was quite hungry having lost my appetite over the last two days or so. At around 2pm, I was woken up by a knock at the front door as the other team members arrived for a meeting. I was really pleased to see Joe and Eddie with Brent again. There was another mechanic called Andy who hadn't been at Donington and obviously he hadn't known about me and what I'd done that weekend. They decided to have the meeting in my bedroom as then I could take part as I didn't feel like getting up. As they all went to get chairs to bring into my bedroom, Marcy declared to Andy. "Andy just so you know this is Lara now. She came out as trans at Donington. She's in bed just now as she had her breast implant surgery on Friday." "Wow!" exclaimed Andy. "I did have a wee suspicion about you." "Why?" I asked. "I knocked your bag over in the truck once and noticed a few pairs of ladies' panties on the floor when I picked it up. I thought that was strange thing to see in a guy's bag," he explained. "Yes those were mine," I replied just as the others returned. So Joe, Eddie and Andy sat on the chairs from the kitchen while Marcy and Brent sat on either side of me on the large bed. I was propped up with lots of pillows behind my back. Joe and Eddie were very happy to see me but did make the usual crude jokes at my expense. "How are you feeling today Larry?" Joe asked "Joe her name is Lara now you idiot," said Brent again quick to jump to my defence. "Sorry Brent it's just taking a bit of getting used to," Joe replied. "I'm sure you'll get used to it in time Joe," I replied. "To be honest it's taking me a bit of time to adjust to it too." Then attention quickly shifted onto Brent and the fact that he'd missed the races that very day at Cadwell Park because of his broken collar bone. "Do you think you'll be fit for the next round at Brands Hatch next weekend?" asked Andy. "Well I've entered for the event," replied Brent. "I think I'll be fit enough by then to take part. The bone hasn't fully healed up yet but it should be a lot better by Friday." "When will you know for sure?" asked Eddie. "It's just that we'd need to book a couple of days' holiday at the end of next week if you're racing down in Kent." "I know that Lara won't be well enough to travel so I'll be brolly dolly again," said Marcy. "Plus I'll do all her other jobs too as well as keep you guys fed." "Just so long as you don't break your neck this time wearing those stupid high heels of yours," laughed Brent and pointing at me he added. "You can see the results of what happened last time." They all laughed at Marcy and I and we both blushed. The chat then turned to preparing the bikes ready for Friday morning practice and it was agreed that they would fix up the damaged race bike with more parts they could source online rather than cannibalise from the spare bike. "Good idea but that'll cost us money we don't have," said Brent. "This season's budget is almost gone and we have another two race weekends to do." "Something will turn up," declared Eddie. "At least the race bike will be fully sorted out." "That's something then," agreed Andy who kept on eyeing me up. It was making me feel uncomfortable as he kept staring at me and my bosom. "Sadly I can't help as I've just lost my job and I just spent my savings on my boob job," I said. "I will be working for Marcy though from Monday next week." "Thanks Lara I completely understand and appreciate your position. Who knows something might come of the feature we did for the Cadwell Park programme," replied Brent sympathetically again. Soon after, the meeting broke up and they left the bedroom one by one saying goodbye to me as they went. When Brent left he had a big smile on his face so it was good that somebody was happy. So with all the guys finally gone, Marcy and I settled down to watch another vintage movie. This time I didn't fall asleep. Around 9pm, Jake called again to see how I was feeling and I told him I was feeling much better though my breasts were still tender to the touch from the bruising. He asked when he could take more pictures and I told him I'd take at least another week to ten days to recover. He asked me to keep him posted on my progress and I agreed. When I put the phone down Marcy joined me again but with a parcel in her hand. "This is for you. I completely forgot to give it to you," she said. "I saw it in a shop window on Friday afternoon while you were in the clinic and I just couldn't resist buying it." "Oh Marcy you didn't need to do that," I declared opening up the wrapping paper to reveal a large box. I removed the lid to reveal it was a knee length cocktail dress with a low neck that was surely going to reveal lots of cleavage when I wore it. "It's amazing. I can't wait to try it on." "It won't be too long until you can," she said taking another box out of the carrier bag she'd used. "You better open this box too." I could tell it was a shoe box by its shape and sure enough when I had the lid off and peeled back the tissue paper there were a pair of 4" pumps with needle thin heels in black that would go perfectly with the dress. I just smiled and wondered when I'd get to wear them as I'd hated wearing high heels before. Lastly she pulled out a pair of stay up sheer nylon stockings and tossed them on the bed beside me. "When you get better we can go out clubbing together with you dressed to kill in that outfit," she smiled. I smiled too. "To a lesbian club?" I asked. "No to a straight club I know not far from here," she replied. "It's a date then," I said happily. "You better watch though as the guys there chase anything in a dress," she said laughing. "Especially girls they haven't seen or met before. You'll be like honey in the centre of a swarm of bees buzzing around." "I think that's something I'll need to get used to," I replied unsure how I was going to deal with an advance from a man in the future. If indeed I ever had such an advance. Chapter 21 - (Monday) Still recovering at Marcy's Marcy went off to work at the salon leaving me alone in her apartment for the day. She'd prepared some ready meals in the fridge that I just needed to put into the microwave to cook if I felt hungry. Most of the time I just lay in bed, read magazines, watched television and got up when I needed to use the toilet or get something to drink from the kitchen. I also had a much needed masturbation as I was feeling in desperate need of one. I just needed to look down at my bumps on my chest to realise that I was now stuck as Lara. My breasts were going to be impossible to hide and would obviously be noticeable to everyone I met. I had a couple of calls from Marcy who obviously was keen to find out that I wasn't up to any mischief while she was away. Sadly, for me I didn't have the energy to go looking through her clothing drawers and wardrobes to see what she had to wear much that I wanted too. However, I did eagerly try on the dress she'd given me but without zipping it up and I thought it would fit me very well. I then tried on the heels too while in bed and those also fitted well. At least they fitted with me lying on the bed rather than standing up or walking in them. This third day after my surgery things were better still pain wise but there was obviously still a great deal of discomfort from the remaining bruising still on my chest. I took another call from Jake that afternoon who said that he would be in the area on Wednesday and he wondered if he could drop by then over coffee for a chat about his projects. "Yes of course," I replied enthusiastically. "I'm still in bed today but I should be feeling a lot less pain or discomfort by Wednesday given my current rate of progress." "That sounds good then," he said. "I'll give you a call or a text beforehand to let you know when I'm due to arrive." "Thanks that would be great," I replied giving him Marcy's address. When Marcy called again about thirty minutes later she was surprised to hear that Jake wanted to pay a visit to see me again so soon. "I think he has another agenda Lara," she said sounding suspicious of his motives. "What do you mean by another agenda? Maybe he just wants to see me again?" I replied. "Think about it honey. What do most men usually want from a woman?" "Do you think he's interested in me sexually?" I asked. "Yes I do. Plus, I saw the way Andy was looking at you yesterday and he seems very keen to get inside your panties too," she declared. "Trust me I know that look in any man." "Well perhaps you should be here with me when Jake arrives?" I suggested. "Then we can find out what he really wants." "Yes I'll leave the salon early then. Just give me a call when you expect him to be at the apartment," she indicated. "What Chinese food do you want tonight? I don't feel like cooking, so I'll pick up a takeaway for us on the way home." "Just a prawn curry with egg fried rice please Marcy," I replied. "Good I'll see you just after 6 tonight then," she said and hung up just as I said, "Ciao." So I picked up Marcy's three-month old copy of Vogue and started to flick through it when there was an unexpected knock at the door. Reluctantly I got up to see who it was thinking it might be yet another eBay special delivery for Marcy. However, when I looked through the door viewer I could see it was Andy. Thinking maybe that he'd left something behind from the day before, I still somewhat reluctantly, after Marcy's warning, opened up the door slightly so we could speak. "What's up?" I asked with the security chain on maximum. "Nothing really I just wanted to talk to you for a bit," he said. "I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you." "Thanks that's very sweet of you Andy but Marcy's been really great at letting me stay here and she's been looking after me while I slowly get better," I replied through the crack in the door. The door was still on the security chain. "That's good that she's doing that then. I also dropped by to tell you that you do make a very attractive woman now. When I saw you last night, I couldn't believe the transformation in you since I last saw you at Snetterton 6 weeks ago," he said flattering me. "Can I come in for a bit?" "Sure," I replied unhooking the security chain. "Thanks," he said as I closed the door with him inside. "It's taking a lot for me to adjust to this transformation too, believe me," I replied and I led him towards the kitchen where I impulsively filled the kettle with water for a cup of tea. "I was going to just do the brolly dolly job at Donington to help out the team but lots of other things happened and this is the outcome." "So just what have you had done so far?" he asked seemingly genuinely interested. "Well last Friday I had my breast augmentation surgery done, I've also had some laser hair removal on my body and electrolysis hair removal on my face, Marcy gave me hair extensions and lip fillers at her salon. Oh and I had my nails done too as you can see," I said holding up my hand to show off my talons extending well past the tips of my fingers. So I stood there in my housecoat waiting on the kettle to boil while he sat in his mechanics' overalls at the breakfast bar. When the kettle started boiling, I made us both a cup of tea. I made his tea just the way he liked it as I remembered from the past race meetings we'd been at. "This is a lovely cup of tea Lara as usual," he said smacking his lips. "Do you mind if I ask you a direct personal question?" I groaned inwardly almost predicting what he was about to say. "When did you first realise that you were different so that you should do this?" he asked. "Oh I'm not exactly sure when I first realised it but it was from a very early age. When I was maybe 5 or 6," I replied and then took a welcome sip of my own coffee to wash down another couple of pills from my daily dose of female hormone pills. "Ah so you were really quite young then?" he said almost questioning my reply. "Yes I've always felt like something was wrong about myself since those days and so now I'm finally doing something about it," I replied simply. "Right. So what's next for you Lara?" he asked. "Well obviously I still need to recover from my breast augmentation surgery and then I have to try and live normally as a female for a year or more before I'm eligible for gender confirmation surgery," I replied. "I have to convince a therapist that I'm serious that this is what I want." "Do you really want to go through with that stuff?" he asked. "It sounds very painful." "Not particularly no because from what I've heard it's painful for a while so no I don't fancy it," I replied. "But then I don't want the chick with a dick title either. I've just started taking female hormones and they're already having an effect on my libido and on my skin." "Your skin?" "Yes it's already much softer now. Plus, Marcy's hair removal treatments have been helping too," I replied. "It seems from speaking to Joe and Eddie that she's the one who has actively encouraged you into all this," said Andy. "That's true. She said that she sussed out a long time ago that I was trans," I replied. "It just took a bit of persuading to realise it's what I wanted and needed too. Now I do, I'll probably go all the way." "And what about guys?" he asked. "What about them?" I asked back not knowing what he was meaning. "Will you start seeing guys? Go on dates and stuff?" he asked. "I've already been on one date with Ian Wilson while I was at Donington. Though it was more of a get to know you type of date," I replied. "Ah well I was wondering, when you feel a bit better of course, if you'd like to go out for a dinner date with me," he said looking straight at me. "Oh my," I replied. "I wasn't expecting that. Yes, when I am feeling better it would be nice to go out to see a movie or go to a club with you." "That's great," he said. "But why would you want to date me?" I asked sounding suspicious. "Well I've known you for a long time and I know what you like and what you don't. Since I like what you like, I think we could get along pretty good," he said. "So it obviously doesn't worry you then that I'm trans?" I asked. "Well I'd be lying if I said it didn't matter. However honestly I think it actually helps," he replied. "Why does it help?" I asked. "Well you see I'm gay and when you were Larry, I actually really fancied you but you always seemed to be a bit aloof and distant so I thought you were straight. Now I know you're trans I think it would great if we could go out together now," he replied. "But I'm not gay though," I replied. "I still very much prefer women." "Ah I thought that might be the case. Sorry then for wasting your time," he said sadly. "You haven't wasted my time. I'm actually very flattered that you would want to take me out on a date. That counts for a lot in my book," I said. "When I'm feeling better we can go and see a movie or something." "When will you feel better?" he asked impatiently. "It will be at least another week before I can go back to work at Marcy's salon," I replied. "So it will probably be sometime in the middle of next week. It might be sooner." "That's great so that's a yes then to a date," he replied making sure. "Yes it's a definite yes," I replied. "Thanks," he said cheerfully draining his cup. "Well I better get moving off home and let you get back to bed." "Thanks for dropping by Andy," I said as I showed him to the door. "Do you mind if I can give you a kiss?" he asked standing beside the open door. I hadn't counted on such a question but I replied with, "sure on the cheek." So he kissed me on the cheek and then departed. I closed the door and went back to bed to lie down and even have a nap. It felt quite weird to be kissed by a man for the first time even if it was on the cheek. I was feeling quite content as I pulled back the duvet to get back into bed after removing my house coat. When Marcy arrived home after 6pm with the take away food I told her what had happened. Her reaction was quite predictable, "I did tell you he had the hots for you." "Yes you did," I replied and declared. "I just didn't expect it to be quite so obvious so soon." "You'll just have to grin and bear it until he gets tired of you rejecting him or you show apathy towards him. If you show the slightest encouragement, he'll be like a moth around a lamp and difficult to get rid of," she said obviously drawing her comment from experience. "So just play it cool then?" I asked. "Yes ice cool," she replied. "That's of course the opposite thing you should do if you do want to have a serious relationship with him." "I don't think I'm really ready for that yet," I replied. "I don't know if I ever will be." "Time will tell," She said as she dished out the food from the takeaway onto some plates. After eating we went to bed early and watched some television cuddled up together. Tuesday was a pretty dull and boring day as I still recuperated. I redid the polish on my nails using Marcy's gel varnish, practiced my make-up skills and brushed out my long hair. I got up for a while towards the end of the day and made Marcy some beef stew and potatoes which she really appreciated when she got home. Chapter 22 - Wednesday - Jake drops by When Jake dropped by that Wednesday afternoon I was already able to get up and about. I was dressed in a pair of Marcy's stretch jeans, a blouse and a loose sweater over my still healing and tender breasts. There was virtually no pain unless I coughed or sneezed, so I tried not to do either. "How do you feel today?" Jake asked as I let him in. He was carrying a small bunch of supermarket flowers which he kindly gave me. Another first for me. "I'm so much better today thanks," I replied as I carefully arranged the flowers in a vase. "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" "That would be nice thanks. A cup of whatever you are having will be fine," he replied already sitting at the breakfast bar and putting his photograph folder on top. "A cup of tea coming up then," I replied putting on the kettle. "Marcy said she wanted to be here to see you but she's sent me a message that she's been delayed in traffic." "That's ok I only came here to see you and to see how you were doing," he replied, "and to bring you this folder of pictures." "Well as you can see I'm finally up and about today. Yesterday I did very little except lay about in bed, but today the pain is so much less under my arms and across my chest so I decided to get up and get dressed. So I've been busy doing laundry, vacuuming and I've even been cooking the supper as I've just got back from the shops," I replied. "It smells delicious," he said referring to my pasta bubbling on the stove. "It's pasta in a tomato sauce," I replied. Jake then opened the folder to show me the pictures he'd taken of me at Donington and more recently at Oulton Park. "You can keep these pictures," he said generously. "You could say it's the start of your photographic portfolio." "Thanks," I replied finally switching off the living room television with the remote control to concentrate on looking at them. As I flicked through the pages I declared, "You took some really good ones at Oulton Park." "You're very photogenic, have a warm smile and are very pretty, dare I say it," he said as I began leafing through all the photos of me posing beside and on Brent's bike. "Thanks that's good of you to say. By the way you mentioned something about an advance at Oulton Park. The surgery last week has used up all my life savings and I really could use some money for food, new clothes, make-up and so on." "Yes I imagine you will," he said pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. "I came prepared for that and I brought some cash with me. Would 500 pounds be all right for now?" "That would be great thanks," I replied eagerly taking the money. "I'm due Marcy some money for my food and board here. So I can also square her up with some of this." It was then I noticed that he was simply staring at my new bosom. Not only that but I realised he had that blank, stunned, slightly stupid expression which indicated he was interested in my breasts more than anything else. It also seemed that he couldn't maintain eye contact with me, and his mouth was slightly open. It seemed he wasn't having a conversation directly with me, but with my breasts. "When will I need to be ready for the leathers modelling job?" I asked trying to get his mind back on the job. "I was thinking that we could arrange it for the week after next, provided you're fully recovered," he said all misty eyed and still staring at the sight of my new, fabulous, full breasts bulging out of my chest despite the surgical bra. It was like this dramatic development of my new assets had totally changed his opinion of me in his eyes. "Perhaps I should wait until after I've seen my surgeon again and then get the nod from him?" I asked. "When will that be?" he asked slightly disappointed. "Oh not too long. My next appointment is in just five days' time," I said. It felt strange that everything was radically redefined by my new breasts. Our meeting left me in no doubt about the power of large breasts, and the realisation on how life was going to be from now on. "I also have to tell you about some other projects I've got in mind," he said. "They will all pay very well but you might not want to do them as they could be considered a little unsavoury." "Unsavoury? How come?" I asked. "Well I have a good contact for an online shemale website and he's always looking for new girls like you. The pay is pretty good at a grand a session for 200 photos and I can earn half that taking the pictures," he said stunning me. "I'm not sure I want to get into that kind of stuff," I replied unsure what he had in mind. "What even at a thousand a shoot?" he asked. "That would be for just a couple of hours posing as you slowly stripped off." "I'll think about it," I replied knowing that Marcy just wouldn't approve. "What's in it for you?" "Well they will pay me to take the still pictures during the shoot," he smiled. At that moment Marcy suddenly let herself in and walked in on us. She greeted me with air kisses. "There was a big smash up on the ring road," she said hanging up her coat. "Any one hurt?" I asked. "Probably as there were some ambulances and fire engines in attendance to clean up the mess," she replied shaking hands with Jake. "How are you feeling today and what's for supper Lara?" "I doing well thanks and it's pasta," I replied. "Oh good because I'm bloody starving," she replied switching on the kettle again to re-boil the water. Soon we were all sitting down looking at the pictures and Marcy liked most of them in the album. "You definitely take a good photo Lara," she said after she'd gone through the album front to back and back again. "I like that one best." "Which?" Jake asked. "This one of her sitting on the bike. She looks totally relaxed and happy," replied Marcy. "Yes that's my favourite too," he replied. "Can you get it made bigger?" she asked. "I'd like to frame it." "Sure what size would you like?" he asked. "A ten by eight print would be big enough," she replied. "I'll print one up then and bring it next time we shoot some more pictures," he replied. "We're heading to Brands Hatch tomorrow for the next round of the British Superbike Championship," she said. "Maybe you could bring it with you?" "Yes I'll be there on Friday afternoon so I could have plenty of time to meet you then," he said but smiling at me. "Don't look at me Jake, I'm not going to Brands Hatch," I replied. "I'll be here resting up and getting better." Chapter 23 - Friday - Brent withdraws from Brands Hatch After a restful morning I finally called Marcy just after lunch to find out how things were going at the Kent race circuit. Instead of giving some good news that he'd managed to set some good lap times she gave me the exact opposite instead. "Brent's race engine broke this morning in a big way Lara," she said easily transmitting her disappointment and the misfortune. "Do they know what caused it?" I asked sighing. "Eddie thinks that something might have happened to the engine when Brent crashed at Donington," she replied sullenly. "Can it be repaired or can they use the spare bike?" I asked. "No, it can't be repaired because the engine is too badly damaged. It's going to need new pistons and valves and a couple of other expensive parts to rebuild it and the engine in the spare bike is just too slow to be competitive so Brent took the decision to pull out of the meeting," she said sounding quite downhearted. "What a pity," I said. "The only consolation is that you can come home early then." "We'll we've decided to stay tonight and watch qualifying practice tomorrow, and then come home tomorrow night when the roads should be a lot quieter," she said. "What time will you get back here?" "I'm not sure but it will obviously be well after 10pm," she said. "Anyway how are you today?" "I'm feeling even better today. The discomfort eases up a little more each day," I replied. "Tell Brent and the guys how sorry I am and I'll see you tomorrow night. Give me a call or texts when you are heading home and I'll have some food and a glass of wine waiting for you." "Thanks Lara I will," she replied. "You're a doll!" Then she hung up after saying 'ciao' as usual. Chapter 24 - Monday - Back to the clinic For me the weekend had come as a welcome relief after a busy day helping at the salon and I was glad to have missed the races at Brands Hatch which had ended in disaster. I would have hated to have gone all that way south to just have that happen. With Marcy having to work on the Monday because she'd been away at Brands Hatch for three days, she offered me the use of her car down to the clinic and my post-surgical check-up so long as I drove her into work and collected her when the day was done. It was a pity that she couldn't afford to take the time off to come with me but I just totally understood and accepted it. Over the weekend, I'd slowly but surely got back to normal or rather it was the new normal. Everything seemed totally different to the way people treated me when I went out for a walk to the way my breasts bounced as I walked up and down stairs despite the support bra I constantly wore. Although still recovering from the surgery and with Marcy being away, I'd still kept busy at the salon and that helped to focus my energy on helping out. I'd been trusted with shampooing customer's hair and making sure that supplies were to hand for the hair dressing and cosmetics teams. In turn, I'd had some treatments done to my own hair to make it bouncier and my make-up skills were now also much improved. "I'll get back as soon as I can," I assured her as I dropped her off at the salon. I was wearing as usual her stretch jeans, sensible flat shoes, a blouse and cashmere sweater with my hair up in a high ponytail. "Send me a message when you're on your way back," she replied before slamming the car door shut. It was great to drive her sporty little car again which made the trip south less boring. There were also calls from Marcy, Brent and Jake wishing me well. I arrived thirty minutes early and had to sit in the waiting room for over forty minutes to be called. A doctor who I hadn't met before, collected me from the waiting area and escorted me back into a small office with an examination table to one side. "Right I see you had breast implants ten days ago now with Doctor Jones," he said by way of introducing himself. "I'm Doctor Ramsay. Doctor Jones is sadly unwell today so I am seeing all his patients instead. Hence the reason I am running late and I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting." "That's quite all right," I said crossing my legs trying not to look too nervous. "How are you feeling today?" he asked. "I'm feeling fine today. A lot of the pain has gone," I replied. "Right then let's take a look at how Doctor Jones's handiwork is looking now shall we?" he said and at once I started to remove my sweater. I undid my blouse and removed it to reveal the clinic support bra still compressing my breasts. "Let's have the support bra off too then Ms Tulloch," he said after he'd read my notes a little. So I slowly unclipped the many hooks from the eyes in the front of the bra and then removed it. I was really glad to get free of the tight garment at last. Then I immediately felt the pull of my new breasts on the skin of my chest thanks to gravity. "From first appearance I'd say you've had a good pleasing result," he said taking a picture of my bare breasts. "This is for Doctor Jones to add to your file." "I see yes. It's no problem," I replied. Then he started to cup and prod at my breasts and let them fall, he asked me, "Do you feel any pain anywhere or any serious discomfort now?" "No none and not since the middle of last week," I replied honestly. "The bruising is pretty much gone and there isn't any bleeding or seepage from your surgical sites," he said giving my breasts a very thorough examination. He even took out a tape measure and recorded the results. "I reckon you are a 38D bra size Ms Tulloch so that should make you very happy. Now we'll just get those stitches out and you can be on your way home." "Thanks," I replied looking down at the gap between my breasts. It felt very strange indeed to look down at them both and realise that they were actually now part of me. It felt as though they belonged to someone else for a few moments. He pulled out a surgical pack and set it beside the examination table. He washed his hands and put on a face mask. He slipped on ordinary latex gloves and opened up the pack as I just waited sitting on the examination table as requested. "Put your left arm above your head," he said though his mask. I did so and looked out the window as he cut each stitch and gently pulled it out of my skin. "Now the other one," he ordered and that was quickly done too. He applied a precautionary band aid over each surgical wound just in case the wounds should reopen. "Did you bring a bra with you to wear home?" he asked. I replied, "No I'm sorry I didn't think I'd need one." "It's all right there's a shop here that's associated with the clinic that specialises in catering for our breast implant patients' post- surgery," he said surprising me that much I kept my arm in the air when he'd finished. "I'll show you where to go and you can choose what you'd like to wear. Jennifer does give very good advice on the style and type of bra to wear until you're fully recovered. You can drop your arm now and get dressed." "Thanks," I said wondering how much they charged for their bras. I quickly put on my blouse over my bare breasts and carried my sweater. They certainly had a mind of their own as I walked. "It definitely feels like I'm going to need one for the journey back at least." "Yes I expect you will," he said. "Right then please follow me and I'll show you the way." He showed me the shop door and wished me a good trip home. I thanked him and then went inside. I was pleasantly surprised that all the bras were just a few pennies more expensive than a clothing store near home had been. Jennifer quickly measured me up and agreed with the doctor that I was a 38D. "I usually recommend a broad lace sports bra rather than an underwire or a fashion bra for your first bra." "Why?" "They give you much needed support but at the same time they're very comfortable to wear," she said handing me one in my size. It was one piece so it was a little difficult to pull it over my breasts. After I tried it I agreed that she was right. I decided to buy two there and then deciding that another would be useful while one was being laundered. So I walked out around midday towards Marcy's car with my boobs now gently bouncing up and down with every step in a way they hadn't done when I wore the surgical support bras. It was like feeling I had these quivering jellies stuck on to my rib cage. I buckled up my seat belt carefully and before I switched on the engine I called Marcy. It went through to her voice mail. "Hi it's me just to let you know I'm a bouncy 38D now. The doctor seemed very happy with the progress I've made, he took my stitches out and I can finally dump the support bras the clinic gave me. Right now I'm wearing a lacy sports bra which seems to be very comfortable. I will be back at the salon in a couple of hours. Ciao." So with the short and sweet message over I could get moving. I drove about half way and stopped at a service station on the motorway suddenly realising my bladder needed emptying. I'd been so excited on leaving the Clinic, I had completely forgotten to pee before I left. I parked the car, put on my dark glasses and walked towards the service station building. I used the disabled toilets which were thankfully empty, instead of the ladies which had a small queue outside. After washing my hands, I went into the shop and checked out the make-up on sale and bought myself a tube of Max Factor pink lipstick and black mascara that caught my eye. I went to pay for them and no one said a word or passed a comment. I was only asked if I needed a bag for them and I said no thanks. So after buying some fuel, I pulled down the courtesy mirror and applied my new make-up. Satisfied I pulled out and headed on back north. I arrived back at the salon at around 2:30pm and set to work. Marcy wasn't around as she had nipped out to a wholesaler to buy some items the salon needed. She arrived back at 3:00pm and complimented me on my appearance despite not approving of my choice of lipstick. "You'd be better off sticking to red Lara. That lipstick isn't that flattering," she said. "Now come through and show me your new boobs." I dutifully followed her into the back room and I stood in front of the full-length mirror against the wall as I slowly removed the sweater and blouse to reveal my new bra across my chest. "Like them?" "Yes do you?" she wondered. "Yes they're taking a little getting used to, but I really like the feel of them," I replied touching the nipples. Even almost naked I looked completely girlish. The surgeon had certainly done his job well because I now looked from the waist up just like any other woman wearing a bra. "Now take off the bra," said Marcy encouraging me to go further. So, I slowly started to undo the bra and closed my eyes as I did so. I felt the bra loosen and then fall away and so then I opened up my eyes. There they were, those two hanging orbs stuck onto my rib cage. They were truly the objects I'd fantasised about since I was quite young and now they were there. I had real breasts. They were still looking slightly bruised but they hung in the shape I'd wanted. They looked perfectly natural. The cold air and tweaking my nipples made them grow instantly. "Those look very lovely Lara," she said casting her expert eye over them. "Thanks so are they worth the five thousand then?" I replied. "I'd definitely say so," she smiled and hugged me closely. She removed her top and bra to show me her breasts so we could compare. I could see that the main difference apart from her bigger tits was that my aureole was not as big as hers. Mine were still coin size small while hers were about three times the size. My nipples too were much smaller in size. She asked me to sway gently from side to side. So I swayed a bit to the left and then right and I saw that my breasts moved with me but with in- built lag. Then I felt the right breast bump against the left giving a pleasing sensation. When I leant forward towards the mirror my breasts swung forward too like two large cow's udders. "Have you tried to massage them yet?" she asked. "No I still haven't had the courage to properly massage them yet," I replied so I reached up with my right hand and massaged my left breast feeling the fullness of it. My skin was soft to the touch and I ran my fingers between them. The valley between my breasts was warm and when I touched my nipples, they were a lot harder and much more sensitive than I remembered. Then I cupped my left breast in my hand and it felt heavier than I'd thought it would. It was quite a strange and stimulating sensation. Just a few weeks earlier I'd sucked on Marcy's gorgeous breasts and now I had my own impressive pair! With Marcy looking on, I stood and stared at them for a good fifteen minutes. It seemed that a stranger was now staring back at me. Who was this lovely woman in the mirror? Where was that 'go for' kid who stepped into help the race team? Where was my old self? Wherever he was, he sure wasn't looking in the mirror. What was between my legs was all that was left of my past. I felt dizzy with happiness and yet I also felt guilty. This didn't feel right! How could helping the team have gone this far? Whose fault was it? Before, I could have just chucked the female side of me whenever I felt that I couldn't take it anymore. Now however I was stuck as a woman until I could arrange for some corrective surgery and at the moment I just couldn't afford that. To get money I'd need to work for Jake. Chapter 25 - Monday - Celebrations "Come on Lara, let's go and celebrate your new assets," Marcy said enthusiastically. "How?" I replied still coming to terms with what I'd done to myself. "Well you have to support those guys on your chest with a better sexier bra than that one," she said grabbing her coat. "I think we should visit June's shop and get you some proper sexy bras." "Isn't this a proper bra?" I asked pointing to the one I was hastily putting back on again. "Not nearly proper enough," she smiled grabbing her purse and mobile phone. I quickly got dressed and followed her out of the salon and along the street to June's Lingerie store. I'd seen the store before but I'd obviously never dared go inside such a bastion of femininity before now. "June this is my friend Lara and she's just had her boobs done, so she needs a decent set of bras and matching knickers to wear," said Marcy introducing me and loud enough so everyone in the shop could hear. "Come right this way then Lara," said June looking up from her stock lists on the counter and beckoning me to follow her. She led me through to a back room fitting area and asked me to take my sweater off. "We have all the main kinds of bras here Lara," she said showing me a large board that had a complete set of descriptions. "You can choose between a balconette which is great for support and giving you an uplifted shape, the straps are wider apart so you can wear open tops without the straps being seen not that it matters that much these days for some women. Then there are plunge bras and as the name suggests they offer less coverage but give great support just the same. So a plunge bra is good for showing off lots of cleavage. Next up we have full coverage bras which cover more of the breasts and obviously offer maximum support." "It sounds like I need some of each." I replied getting a word in between her brief hesitancy. "I'm not finished yet though," she smiled. "Do you wear T shirts?" I nodded yes. "Then you should get a T shirt bra which has no seams to show through the T shirt. Then there are strapless bras when you want to have bare shoulders, half cup bras which as the name suggests offer less coverage than full cups. Then there are sports bras and front fastening bras, a non-wired bra for comfort and even sleep bras," she said pointing to each one on the poster on the wall. "Perhaps I should try on some to help me choose?" I asked still unsure which to get. "Yes of course my dear," June said. So for the next hour or so I tried on the full range in my size and mentally noted what I liked and those I didn't. With June and Marcy's coaxing I settled on 6 in the end with matching panties. A T shirt bra in white, a sports bra for comfort, two sleep bras one in lacy red and the other in black, a plunge bra in black and lastly a pink balconette. June wasn't finished though and thought that I should consider some shapewear too. "This will pull in your waist and hide any unsightly bulges you might have," she declared making indirect reference to me being transgender. "I can't," I replied counting the notes in my purse. "I don't have that much money." "It's all right Lara, I'll loan you some money until pay day," Marcy said. "Plus June gives my employees 15% discount in return for us doing her hair." "All right then," I said and picked out two high waist flesh coloured panty girdles. The bill including the discount was just short of 150 pounds and it just made me wince how expensive being a girl actually was. So leaving my new T shirt bra on, I put on my clothes and headed out back to the salon for another hour or so of tidying up until 6pm. That done, Marcy and the other girls then insisted on dragging me out to the nearest pub to celebrate my new charms. I was quite surprised that the pub was quite crowded despite it being a Monday night. We headed straight for the bar and thankfully Marcy insisted on ordering a round of drinks for everyone. The male bartender immediately snapped to attention when she ordered and he didn't seem in the least bit irritated that it took us some time to choose our drinks. When we were standing at the bar, it seemed that the guys nearby were always staring at my new breasts. The first guy on my left, seemed happy to stare as he looked me and then Marcy over. He kept staring all the time we were standing with the rest of the girls. He just kept looking and looking at my breasts in a brazen and very embarrassing way. Finally, I gave up and deliberately turned my back on him, however he then moved slightly to get a better view from the mirror behind the bar. I wondered what he got out of it looking at me so openly so I asked him, "Can I ask you what you're staring at?" His reply stunned me. "I'm sorry I'm actually a plastic surgeon," he replied producing a business card. "You've obviously just had implants done but whoever did it, did a fantastic job." "I'm amazed that even another plastic surgeon could be that sure I've just had implants," I replied. "I'm sorry it's just that I noticed that your breasts are still sitting just a little high on your chest and that's what made me a tad suspicious," he replied. "Can I ask the name of your surgeon?" "Yes its Doctor none of your business," I replied sarcastically. When the girls suggested moving to a cubicle that had become free, I was glad to move away from him as he was obviously somebody with an overt breast fixation. Little did I realise it then but my experience was to prove that he was actually quite a normal man. Then on the plus side there was the pleasure of being included and accepted by the girls. They were treating me just as they would any other woman in their company which was a nice sign. Every time a group of men would walk past our cubicle, both Marcy and I were pointed out from the other girls. The men walking past would notice me, then they'd check me up and down in a way that I found quite unsettling. I was completely unused to this experience unlike Marcy. "Men keep staring at me," I said to her over the noise in the pub. "Well to all intents and purposes, you're now a female and it's not just having breasts that you need to get used to. You've crossed a gender line today by being here and permanently joined the fairer sex with all that entails. It's also why we didn't stay at the bar and found this cubicle," she explained. "Notice the men are happy to stand around ogling everything in a skirt. So yes Lara, you'll get used to it in time though so don't worry. I let them look. Looking doesn't hurt, it's when they try to touch that you need to worry." "It seems that they've got this primal urge to stare at breasts and nothing seems to deter them," I replied. At first I was bemused, even flattered in a strange way that first night out. The feeling of power my new breasts gave me was certainly quite a novelty. When we went to the lady's toilet after a couple of hours, the men would magically move aside as we moved past. Then when we went back for another round of drinks, the men let us go in front of them in the queue just so they could ogle our cleavage. Then suddenly, it didn't sound quite so empowering. When we got back to the table, I asked, "Just why do men find large breasts so fascinating?" "Because they're all perverts," laughed Rachel. "I know the answer," said Hilary. "They seem to associate them with sex and fun. When a girl has large breasts, they naturally assume that she must be more interested in sex than someone who doesn't." "I suppose that makes sense," I replied thinking about the time the boot was on the other foot. When I was Larry I would go to the gym a couple of times a week and decided that I'd need to start up again after nearly two or three weeks of recovering inactivity. When I went back to the gym, I suddenly understood what having large breasts really meant. For a start I didn't feel as if I was as efficient at doing weights as I used to be. Quite simply, my new boobs just got in the way. I couldn't help but admire my newly curvaceous silhouette in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, but running on the treadmill again was suddenly a nightmare. I now know that all the anti-bounce sports bras in the world aren't going to stop the unwanted bouncing movement of my two breasts filled with liquid. They would bounce and bounce with every stride. Sometimes uncomfortably so. At one point I was even forced to put my T shirt bra back on, on top of my sports bra in a bid to stop the bouncing. Suddenly as I got changed to leave, I remembered my friend Susan at school who was forced to hold her over ample breasts as she ran playing hockey. Needless to say she wasn't very good at the game as a result. Suddenly I could relate to her claim that her breasts were making her life a misery. When we left the bar to go home that night I was aware that three women outside were staring daggers at us. Then I realised that breasts are as threatening to some women as they are titillating to men. We parted company with Marcy and I deciding to get a taxi home as we'd had too much to drink. We walked over to the taxi rank and waited for one to show up. As we waited, it started to rain and I shivered as a man walked quickly past. "Gorgeous breasts ladies," he said as he walked past us. I looked up at the sky indignantly. We hadn't invited, or wanted his attention or compliments. I suddenly realised that if I was now going to have a whole lifetime of being checked out, and commented on, like some prize heifer, it was going to drive me quite mad. I found myself wanting rid of these implants as we went home in the taxi, but Marcy told me to just relax and enjoy the compliments. "It just seems that I've a piece of public property to be ogled at, like a nude statue or something," I said to her. "Having large breasts is sexy and fun but there are times when I don't want my body to be viewed as clownish." "Sometimes I just want to be anonymous too," admitted Marcy. "That's practically impossible once you get breast implants." "And yet you keep them?" I asked. "Yes I really do like them now. After a few weeks I started to quite like my new breasts. It's undeniable that they do make me feel more feminine and a whole lot sexier. In time you'll come to feel the same way Lara," she advised. "I hope so because these aren't fantasy breasts anymore, and obviously I can't remove them very easily," I replied. Chapter 26 - Thursday - Photo session Wearing my new bra and matching panties I excitedly pulled the pantyhose up my legs. Normally I'd be feeling as randy as hell when I wore female clothing but now it just felt very nice. I was amazed at how well I filled the cups on my bra. The bra was a perfect fit and hugged my rib cage perfectly. It was wonderful just seeing my girlish figure in all the lingerie I wore. I stepped into the dress and pulled it up carefully over my breasts. I reached behind with difficulty to zip it up. The knee length dress was a tight fit around my legs and ass. As soon as I put on my new heels I was transfixed as I stared into the mirror. My dress which I'd cinched in with a wide belt was properly filled out by me for the very first time. The belt suddenly made me feel like Dolly Parton. Suddenly, I knew what a 'figure hugging' dress meant and I had one. The outfit definitely called for heels in a way that I'd never felt before. So wearing Marcy's gift shoes, I carefully strutted around the bedroom taking small mincing steps because of the tight hem of the dress. I stood in front of the mirror in Marcy's bedroom admiring my new breasts from the front and to the side. When I dressed alone in my room before becoming Lara it was pretty stressful as there was the possibility of being caught by mother. That wasn't an issue any more and in fact Marcy was actively encouraging me to enjoy it all. I looked immediately much more feminine in the shoes. And obviously much taller and sexier. Yes, it was an odd sensation staring at the new me. I'd obviously known about padding out my bras with socks and pantyhose. However, it was nothing like that now as I stared at my twin orbs and the cleavage beyond. I couldn't stop staring at myself. It didn't take very long to convince myself that I'd actually finally gone and had a boob job. Marcy shook me out of my reverie. "Come on girl, time to get your ass moving. You've a photo shoot to do at Jake's remember?" "Yes I remember, I just need to do my make-up," I replied. "Then I'm ready. Are you sure you want to come too?" "Yes totally sure. I'll need to keep Jake off you at some point," she laughed and seeing I was struggling with the eyeliner. "Here let me do that." She stepped into the bathroom and helped me do my make-up in a heavier style than I'd normally do. I had long false eyelashes, wicked up curls on the outside of my eyes, cupid bow lipstick and lots of foundation and blusher. "There now we can go. Grab your handbag and let's get moving!" I put on my quilted coat and grabbed my bag to follow her out of the apartment. We reached the outside door and I felt the cold wet wind lash my thinly covered legs as we walked to the car. "Hurry get the car started," I shivered as I got in and sat down on the front passenger seat beside her. It didn't take her long to get the engine fired up as I put the heater on maximum. "Oh that's better," I said as the car quickly filled up with warm air. "That's another thing I don't like about being a girl." "What's that?" she asked. "Going outside in freezing weather in thin stockings," I said honestly. "So walking in high heels isn't a problem now then?" she laughed. "Yes well that too, but bare legs were not meant to be exposed to freezing easterly winds," I replied. "Well we have a couple of hundred miles to go. So let's get moving," she said letting off the handbrake. The distance soon disappeared as we chatted about the photo shoot and what we would expect when we got there. The weather got worse with rain turning to sleet as we drove south. "I hope we don't break down now," said Marcy as she peered through the big flakes of snow landing on the windscreen. We had to make a quick pit stop a few miles away from the studio to fill up the car with petrol. I let Marcy do that as I wasn't going out into that freaky wintry weather for early October. Jake had booked a large studio for the session and we arrived on time thanks to Marcy's driving. We saw the van with Brent's name on the side to show that they'd arrived safely to deliver the bike. As we got out of the car, I was pretty nervous as I just didn't know what to expect. However, Jake soon put me at ease when he greeted us at the door just as sudden stinging squall of hail or sleet lashed us. "Damn this awful weather. We made it despite it doing its worst," said Marcy getting a hug first from Jake as I closed the door to keep the chill out. "You are looking lovelier than ever Lara," he said happy to see me and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, that's nice of you," I replied struggling to unbutton my coat with my long nails. "So what happens now?" "Well before we go to make-up I thought we could do some pictures with you just posing on the bike in a couple of different positions first to find out what works best before we do the shoot proper," he suggested. "That sounds fine to me," I replied and Marcy nodded her approval. "Follow me then girls," he said leading the way up to a large studio where the Brent's spare green coloured bike was waiting. Fortunately, it was dry and warm to the touch having been stood in front of a warm air fan. "Swing a leg over the bike first Lara and we'll start taking some pictures. Take off your coat and the dress as we wouldn't want them to get dirty or torn. It was pretty warm in the studio under the bank of lights he used. So I posed for a few photos wearing nothing more than my bra, panties, pantyhose and my stilettos while crouched over the bike. "Can you put this helmet on too?" he asked and I saw that it was the wrong size for me. It was way too big and I said so. "Don't worry that's deliberate," he replied. I need to see your face and that's the best way to do that when you have a full face helmet on. So I posed and smiled wearing the helmet as he took lots of pictures goading me and coaxing me into positions he wanted. His favourite word was 'perfect' when he managed to get a good shot. He moved around too trying to get the best picture and then finally he asked, "Can you lose the bra now?" "Topless?" I asked. "Sure I just want to see how they look through the lens for a few pictures and then we'll get you into the body make-up." After a nod of approval from Marcy, I unhitched my bra and let my boobs hang free. Jake was suddenly much happier as he took another 20 pictures of me topless. "Right Lara, perfect, I'm happy now. Let's get Sue to paint the leathers onto you and we're good to go with the shoot," he declared. So I sat down on a stool with Sue starting on my shoulders with airbrushed green paint that covered my skin totally. She worked to a picture of a pair of racing leathers and Sue dutifully reproduced the colours and shapes of the leathers directly onto my skin. I thought it would take a long time but she was very quick and skilful at the same time. Pretty soon my breasts were covered as she worked her way down my stomach and back. When my top half was done in the drying latex paint, Marcy handed me a nude panty girdle that we hoped would cover up my private area. Sue took a comfort break while I changed out of my underwear and was waiting for her on her return. She dutifully applied the paint to my legs in turn before asking me to stand up for my ass, stomach and pelvis. With the first coat done she did a second coat of paint which intensified the colour yet more. With that done she moved onto the stripes in the leather suit and she used a brush to skilfully paint those on as I patiently sat still. The only advertising logo was one for the helmet manufacturer which was painted just above my left breast. The last thing she did was to paint in the zips which were the most time consuming but added to the realism of the finished effect. To be continued