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Coffee? Tea? or Me? The first time I walked into Claire's Cafe, I wasn't really sure it was my kind of place. If I knew back then what a profound change that casual decision would have on my life later, I'm not quite sure if I would rush inside quicker or run far away. Claire has that kind of effect on people. I had just moved in to Granite Bend, a mid-sized northwestern coastal town up in Oregon, to start a local machining business. I had inherited a bunch of machine tools, (mills, lathes, 3d printers, etc) to go with my own collection, and I had located a nice little well equipped shop space for sale next door to Claire's coffee house. It fit my budget, had a little living quarters on site in the back, and was in an area where there seemed to be a need, so I pulled up roots and moved in. Starting a new and unfamiliar technical business in a town can be a bit slow, but I was lucky to have fairly low overhead so I wasn't really in a hurry to ramp up production. On my first day I got everything set up and dialed in, placed some local ads, started a new sign for the building on a few machines and then lo and behold, it was lunch time already. I decided to walk on over to check out the Cafe next door and see if I couldn't meet the neighbors and find some lunch. Claire's Cafe was a decent sized place for a coffee house. It felt very cozy and bright inside, with sci-fi murals covering half the walls, old town nostalgia photos on the others, with a large central coffee and sandwich bar. The clean and well-kept tables were about half full, which I later found to be about average for a weekday. There was a seating nook next to a low banked fireplace on one side, with scattered books, magazines and board games strewn about. But there was no wi-fi or any kind of wall TV's or the like. I walked to the front counter. The cute girl at the register with a name tag that read "Cheryl" asked what she could get me. She was fairly short compared to my tall, somewhat over padded frame, with a distinct surfer girl vibe despite the pink apron and star antenna head band that seemed to complete the uniform for Claire's waitresses. I introduced myself as the new owner of the CAD shop next door, and asked for a sandwich and a cocoa. Cheryl giggled, then said "You're lucky the boss isn't here, she is like suuuper pissed that your moving trucks were half blocking the road earlier." I blushed. Oops, so much for making a good first impression with the neighbors. "Er, sorry about that, it won't happen again, I promise. I did actually go get a permit for that, but they never put the signs up for some reason." She shrugged. "Eh, city hall around here isn't exactly quick on those kinds of things. But no worries, I'm sure she will forgive you... eventually!" she finished with a smirk. I nodded politely, took my lunch to go and made good my daring escape! I spent the rest of the afternoon working on the pieces of my new sign, and the Granite Bend fabworks was officially ready for business. As it turns out, Granite Bend wasn't quite ready to do business with me though. Ads take a while to be posted, I wasn't on a particularly busy street, so to say the first week was kind of slow would be a bit of an understatement. By Thursday the next week I had ran out of easy projects to spruce up the front of my shop, explored the local used book store and bakery across the street, wandered through the little park, and basically exhausted the first pass of local businesses within walking distance. My car was still technically on the way according to the shipping company, but I was starting to get a little worried that it hadn't already arrived. Still, I didn't really have a need for it right then either, but being cooped up in the shop was starting to get a little old. I decided to take a bit of a break and put a sign up with my cell number in the window in case someone happened by wanting a 3d printed copy of their nose or something, then decided to brave the coffee house next door again. Cheryl was working the register again, along with a somewhat taller, beautiful lady with no name tag on. She had long, red hair with green dyed tips that matched her green eyes, tied back in a pony tail that showed off her multiple pierced ears and delicate nostril piercing set with an emerald. Cheryl waved as she finished up with the customer in line. I decided to grab a table and stick around for a bit, since I needed a break from playing with the robots in the shop. I decided on a nice spot over near the far wall with a likely looking popular science issue laying nearby. Pretty soon the mystery waitress walked over and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Claire, what can I get started for you today?" she said in a lovely voice I could have listened to all day, a smile lit up by her sparkling eyes. I found myself tongue tied for a second, though I quickly recovered. "Er hi, I'm Elliot, from the CAD shop next door, I understand I should apologize to you for the disruption the other day, and I beg your forgiveness. Also I would love a chicken panini sandwich and one of Cheryl's world famous Cocoa's to go with it too if that's all right?" I finished with my own smile. Claire frowned for a split second at the memory, but then laughed. "Hey, don't worry about it, though your begging could use a bit of work heh heh. Kidding, but hey, as you probably guessed, I'm Claire, and this is my Cafe. Welcome to the neighborhood!" She said with an encompassing gesture. After that, we chatted for a few minutes about local business stuff while she sent my order over to the counter. Mainly small talk, while I tried my best not to get lost in her eyes. I've only just met the lady and here I am acting like a moonstruck teenager. Lucky for me, Claire's spell was broken by a truly impressive string of cursing as the very elaborate coffee and cocoa machine emitted a sharp cracking noise, followed by an impressive steam cloud and an equally impressive shower of luckily still lukewarm cocoa powder. Claire raced over to survey the damage and to check if Cheryl was ok. She had a minor steam burn on her arm, but was otherwise fine. I grabbed a clean towel from the front counter, ran it under the cold-water tap, and had Cheryl wrap her wound. She seemed far more distraught about having broken what I gathered was a very rare component on an equally rare and complex antique coffee machine. Claire seemed equally put out about the damage. "I knew it, I knew I should have bought that spare retainer ring when I saw it, now what are we going to do? We can close for the day, but that's our bread and butter and I don't even know when I might see another. I'll have to look at buying a whole new machine! that will take a week to get here at best!" Seeing her smile turn to sadness nearly broke me, and I knew I had to do something. I pondered for a second. "Hey, is there any chance I can see the broken part?" I asked. Claire shrugged, grabbed the still warm part fragments with a towel and handed them to me. Definitely not good, the apparently cheap brass casting had cracked in three places along a thread, for sure not weldable, and it certainly looked to be structural for the machine pressure at least. But nothing I couldn't probably make pretty easily. I made a show of picking up and examining the pieces, turning them over, and taking finger measurements that I would definitely be redoing with some calipers. "I tell you what, I will bet you a hot Cocoa that I can fix this by tomorrow morning when you open if you let me take the parts next door to my lair!" Claire looked at me, her eyes searching my eyes for something. Apparently, she found whatever she was looking for because finally she shrugged again, and said, "Sure, It's not like you can break it further, and I need to take Cheryl to get her arm looked at." The Cafe was otherwise empty of customers, so the two ladies locked the cafe up as I took my newfound treasure back to my place for closer examination. Cheryl was upset that I didn't get my meal, but I reassured her that I would certainly be back for more, and she should concentrate on healing her burn instead of worrying about me. I had a nice chunk of high-quality brass stock that looked to be almost a perfect color match, and a few hours later I had myself a pair of brand-new, technically counterfeit "Stage 2 intermix Steam couplers" for an apparently legendary Italian coffee making machine highly sought after worldwide. That part was also apparently the only flaw in that machine, prone to failing, and rarer than rare. I made note to make a pile of them and list them online later in the week. I had a few hours left to kill in the day, so I decided to temporarily mount the shattered old pieces on a bit of scrap wood plaque material, and engraved a nice little brass plaque with the date and "for honorable wounds received in battle, Cheryl is hereby granted admission to the Order of the shattered Coffee Ring." I wrapped the whole package up with the new ring and it's spare, and then went to go sleep back in my new small bedroom behind the shop. It was a fairly sparse room, as I hadn't really had time to decorate, but it had a nice big closet, some leftover furniture from a previous owner including some sort of mirrored workbench, and a fairly large and comfy bed with a brand-new mattress. Usually, I am a pretty solid sleeper, but that night my dreams were haunted by a certain redhead with green eyes, and I didn't get much in the way of actual sleep. The next morning, I headed over to the coffee shop slightly before their normal opening time, knocked on the glass, and waved at Claire and a newly bandaged Cheryl. They quickly let me in, and I handed my package to Claire with a dramatic flourish and a bow. Amused, she took the box from me with an equally elaborate curtsey, made all the more impressive by the heels and coffee apron she wore. After briefly negotiating with the taped-up box, she audibly gasped at the sight of the apparently brand new, impossible to find parts. "But, but how? I've looked everywhere? How did you...? But where...?" she asked incredulously. "Go ahead, see if they fit! I made you one for the other side as well since it also looks like it might be ready to go." She spun the new part in place and locked it to the lower housing with a little squeal of joy. The machine soon rumbled to life. I guess I got the threads right because it didn't leak at all, something that inspired its own second joyful noise from Cheryl, as apparently that had been a bit of an issue before. The second new part fit equally well, and I was rewarded with an unexpected hug and a kiss on the cheek from Claire for my efforts. She smelled like roses and some sort of exotic wood or spice. I'm pretty sure you could have heated coffee off me with the amount I blushed from that. Claire thanked me effusively, and proclaimed that I was to receive free Cocoa for at least a week, a rare prize indeed. Cheryl was equally happy with the joke plaque I made, and it soon found a place of honor on the wall behind the troublesome coffee machine. Presents delivered, I took a to-go Cocoa and headed back to my shop to open for the day. A few hours later, my door opened, at last, a customer! It turns out that my first customer was actually Claire. She looked around the shop in amazement at the variety of milling tools and whatnot on display. "Wow, you weren't kidding about the robots. This is amazing! You'll have to give me the tour sometime. I am here on official Coffee Shop business today though sadly." She smiled, clearly not sad in the slightest. She continued, "So, you were able to recreate the nearly impossible part in a day yesterday, do you think you could do anything with this?" she said, gently laying a very complex and quite obviously broken assembly on my counter along with a picture of the complete unit, an accessory steam frother also for the now infamous coffee machine. She continued, "As near as I can tell, this is the last unit in existence, and I've been told by 3 different shops that it would be impossible to recreate. What do you think?" I took a look. tricky for sure, and getting the back interface just right would take a trip to the plating shop and some rubber casting, but I didn't see anything that looked like it would be impossible. I nodded, and grabbed one of my pricing flyers. "This will be a fairly complex build, especially if you want to preserve the engraving on the outer casing or at least have it look identical there. I'll also have to get the steam tube assembly chrome plated after I make it. You are looking at a 99% new part, as the main body and most of the larger pieces are too pitted to repair, but I can certainly make you one if I can hold onto this for a while to get the dimensions. With that cracked receiver flange, I might need to take a few measurements off the machine as well, but shouldn't be a problem. It will take a couple of weeks to get everything ready and back from the platers though if that works for you?" She nodded, and I went over the timeline and pricing and processes. At the end, I paused a bit nervous. Claire was clearly an 11 out of 10, and I was probably a 6 on a good day in terms of looks and whatnot. "as you can see, it's going to be a bit of an expense, but er, I don't normally do this, but, well... oh... ahem, uh, if you happened to want to go out to dinner somewhere with me sometime, I could work on it during the shop downtime... But only if you want to or something..." I finished lamely. Claire's beautiful eyes widened slightly in surprise. Worried, I started to continue when she interrupted. "I'd Love to!" she exclaimed. "But you are going to charge me your normal business to business rate for this," she continued mock sternly, "otherwise you aren't going to make any money! Besides, this is a tax write off for me as well, and it's going to be a real coup over on the collector forums, the only fully functional Bertoulii V in the world!" I grinned at her, my hands up in mock surrender. We worked out the details, and I got a date! That was also the start of an extremely busy time for me in the shop, as word of mouth spread about the coffee maker repair, and I soon found myself able to hire a couple of apprentices to watch the shop for me with projects rolling. One date led to another, and then more. It turns out that we were surprisingly compatible. I enjoyed her taste in movies and entertainment, she nearly swooned when she discovered my sci-fi book collection. Together we went on to dominate the local trivia night at the nearby British style pub, and went on to explore all the beaches and parks the surrounding area had to offer. In a few weeks' time I presented her with a working and fully operational coffee milk frother, and took her picture as she flipped off the camera, beaming as she pointed at the new impossible part. Someone on one of her forums had been rather dismissive on the possibility she could pull it off. We quickly became inseparable, and one night, one thing led to another and we discovered that we both really enjoyed making love to each other as well. Claire taught me things I wouldn't have believed were possible, and it may be I taught her a trick or too along the way as well. It turns out we were both fairly kinky and adventurous as well in the bedroom. I quickly found out that her piercings above the neck were certainly not the only ones, and her ringed nipples and clit hood were amazingly sensitive. I hadn't noticed her pierced tongue initially either, but it too was amazing in different ways. I soon found myself sporting my own PA piercing, which Claire deeply enjoyed. Things went on this way for months. One night, after an amazing lovemaking session involving some silk ropes, we lay cuddled together at her place in the afterglow and talk turned to deepest desires and fetishes. "Come on!" Claire implored. "What is your deepest, darkest secret desire? I want to know!!" she teased me in her most sultry voce, nibbling at my earlobe with a giggle. "Huh," I spoke. I mean, she was my dream come true, what could really top that? "Well, you know I have a thing for pierced as well as tattooed girls for sure, you know, the whole Alt scene? There's that, I guess maybe every guy ever has that secret three way wish deep down somewhere, but honestly what I really wish to do most is find new ways to make you happy and see your eyes sparkle. They do that you know!" I finished with a grin of my own. She threw a pillow at me "Oh come on! There has to be something, though that is too cute. What else?" she looked at me, searchingly. I sighed. "Uh, ok. I've always kind of wondered what Anal might be like..." I finished, beet red. Claire looked confused. "I thought we tried that already, remember? That night after the movie marathon...?" she said, puzzled. "Er, no, not that kind of Anal. On me," I said, turning another few shades redder. Clair hugged me tight. Oh wow, that is sooo hot! I want to try that too!" and she kissed me passionately again, this time with much more tongue. A few minutes later when we came up for air again, I decided to ask her the same question. "So, Claire, goddess of my heart, I've answered your question, now I ask you the same thing. What is your truest, deepest desire?" I managed to waggle my eyebrows seductively at her while saying that, which was definitely harder than it looks. Claire got really quiet, she cuddled up closer to me, but she didn't answer right away. I have to say she looked troubled, maybe even a little apprehensive to answer. I kissed her on the forehead. "It's ok, you don't have to answer if you don't want to. but if you did, nothing would change the way I feel about you my love." I hugged her again. She shivered a bit. "no, I... I want to tell you, but I'm afraid that it really might, and I don't want to lose you." She let out a long sigh and turned to me on her elbow, her mind resolute to continue. "So, you remember I told you early on that I was Bi, and that I had experimented in college?" I nodded. "Well, there's a component to that of me that, well, it's always been a deep dark fantasy. I've told people before, and they've always walked away. Maybe not right away, but it's always an end. But, here goes. there are actually two of them. The first, is that I am really, really into the idea of Chastity," she said, her face turning her own shade of red. It was adorable. I nodded. "Well, that doesn't seem so bad, I don't know much about what that means but I'm sure-" She cut me off mid-sentence. "I mean, like really into it. I get off on the idea of maybe never getting off again. Maybe some cruel master or mistress might keep me locked away until I couldn't stand it anymore, and beyond." She shivered again. I could tell that she was both really aroused, and really conflicted about telling me any of this. I just kissed her softly on the forehead again, and held her tight. "But that's not the one that really scares people away. It's what I want to do to them. To you," she continued. She looked up into my eyes. "You are this great big lovable lump of a man, with a monster cock, and my deepest, darkest fantasy is to take you, take that and feminize you into my sexy female lover!" And with that, she jumped out of bed, grabbed her robe from the floor and fled out into her living room. I was stunned into silence. I had honestly never considered that she might say something like that. Something inside me must have thought the idea appealing though, because even though I was worried and starting out of bed to head after her, I was rock hard at the thought as the idea started to percolate in my brain. I quickly pulled on my own discarded robe, and headed out into the living room as well, making a brief detour to grab Claire a glass of her favorite wine. "Hey," I said, as I sat down next to her, handing her the glass of wine with a half hug. she was shaking like a leaf. She looked at me, questioningly, half afraid of what I might say, half eager. "I have to say, I never really considered that, but my little guy down there seems to maybe like that idea, like a lot." I guided her free hand down inside my robe so she could feel for herself. Her eyes widened again, and the fear left and was replaced with wonder and hope. I continued, "So, when you say feminize, what exactly do you have in mind?" I asked, curious but also serious at the same time. Claire drank a large gulp of wine and continued, a hazy faraway look in her eye as she daydreamed, her hand idly toying with my near stone hardness member. "Well, only things that you also want and are ok with, but for starters I would take you to get all the hair on your body removed, and buy you your own panties to wear. Some hair extensions on your head, maybe a nice plug too." My penis twitched. "Next, I'd teach you makeup, pierce you in several places including your ears, and get a set of fake breasts." I eyed her own stunning 36dd's. She noticed, smiles and starts toying with my cock ring. "I'd turn you into a lovely little slut, maybe a nice waitress or a secretary for your shop. Eventually, I'd start you on hormones, there's an informed consent clinic the next town over. Estrogen coursing through your veins, making you grow your own tits, making Mr. happy here maybe not quite as big, but giving you female orgasms," she continued. It was my turn to shiver now. "After the hormones do some work, we would finish any remaining work with some surgery. A cute button nose here, a pouty lip there, maybe a bit of permanent eyeliner to round things out, and I bet you would be one hot babe." She pictured that in her own mind, a small gasp as she sucked on her lower lip as the very idea brought her to the brink of orgasm. "The last step would be for us both to find a hot guy with a huge cock for you to suck, and for him to fuck you in the ass, and me in the pussy for the last time, before we pierce me shut and have you castrated." She shuddered again as she felt me involuntarily cum on her hand as my own mind raced. "Just imagine it, me your own anal only whore for as long as you want, you my feminized shemale Eunuch," she finished. "A tremendous fantasy from my depraved mind, but one that can never be." Claire sighed. "And now you know. Just a fantasy, and some fantasies should be left alone". I surprised her and kissed her full on the lips. "but what if it didn't have to be? What if I want that too?" I wondered aloud. She didn't answer, and we sat side by side staring off across the room lost in imagination, before we fucked like mad rabbits once again. It took some time for that idea to catch hold and become and obsession in me as well. I started doing research, making plans. We started slow. I took her shopping to the nearby mall at the lingerie store and told her to pick out something for her... and something for me. Something cute. I followed her into the dressing room, and the bemused clerk measured both of us. It turns out they carried both practical and sexy underwear, as well as various "chest enhancers". We left with several bags and my own set of breast forms as well. I wore the panties out of the store. Claire insisted on taking me to her favorite clothing shop as well, and we left with a couple of outfits for me as well. It turns out the owner was an old College friend of Claire's, and found the whole idea dressing me up a bit of a rush as well. We made one more stop that day, at the piercing store where Claire had her and my previous work done. I had Claire wait outside as I spoke with the piercer, then she brought us both into the room. Claire, to her surprise, was first in the chair. Mary, our piercer was an interesting girl. She had more metal in her face than most, with rings in her lips, nose, eyebrows, cheeks, and just about everywhere else visible. All gauged up to large sizes, her Septum clacking on her lip studs as she worked. A bright pink shock of shaved side hair, distressed leather leggings and a tight spandex top that left no room for imagination about the size of her nipple rings completed her look. "Alright folks, Elliot here says you are getting a set of large Labia rings up one side and down the other? Awesome, I did the same myself." She hiked up her skirt and showed us both. We both blushed. 6 needles per side later, Claire was sporting an impressive array of 12ga rings side by side. A bit shakily, she vacated the chair after, pain warring with the intense feelings from the piercings. Now it was my turn. I turned to look at Claire, as I told Mary exactly what I wanted done today. Claire, and Mary's eyebrows both shot up in surprise as they heard my plan for the day. Mary said, "You're the boss!" and got to work. Claire looked at me with lust in her eyes as Mary continued my transformation. The first step was relatively easy, piercings in my lobe, Diath, and edges of both ears to match Claire's setup. Doing them all at one go was going to hurt, but nothing compared to what was next. Then came the largest gauge Tongue stud she could safely fit in one step. But the last hole for the day were going to be the worst. Mary turned to me. "Now you are absolutely sure that you want a Urethral Reroute today? Once you have this, you will be sitting down to pee for the rest of your life, and if you cum, you will be wiping behind your balls from now on." I nodded. Mary said, "Cool," and shoved the largest tube I have ever seen down inside my urethra, then jammed the largest piercing needle I have ever seen into the end of it from just under my balls. Right where the opening would be for a woman. Apparently I screamed and passed out. By the time I came to, a few stitches and some flexible tubing ensured that my new modification would be here to stay. For the next few weeks, we were both a bit under the weather while we healed. I got kind of used to my new plumbing, and Claire figured out how to sit down without pain from the rings. I started wearing my new panties every day, much to Claire's delight, and she surprised me with a matching set of butt plugs for us both. Soon I was wearing mine every day. Life in the shop continued as normal as possible, as did the running of the Cafe. No one notices someone with a few extra piercings in either place, they just care about the end products. I started looking around for a laser hair removal place in my free time. It turns out there was one near town, so I booked an appointment for the next week. Claire was heading out of town for a few days to some sort of Barista conference in Portland, so I figured I had some time to surprise her with the results. It turns out Laser hurts like a Bitch! By the end of the first session, I would gladly have traded its pain for any of my piercings, but such is the cost of beauty, or something like that. As fate would have it, on the way home from that first appointment, I drove past the informed consent clinic Claire had mentioned. Something compelled me to pull into the parking lot. I sat there for a long time, staring at the Transgender flag in the window. Was this what I truly wanted? Was this the real me? I wrestled with that decision for a good hour, before I pictured the dreamy look on Claire's face as she told me of her desire. That won me over. I knew I would do anything to make her happier, and in the end, I found that I liked the idea of seeing where this might take me. Besides, I reasoned, if I didn't like the results, I could just stop and kind of go back to normal. Or at least that's what I told myself. This was the first really permanent step along the path I was taking though, so I was more than a little nervous when I walked inside. The receptionist looked up as the bell on the door announced my entry. She smiled and waved me over, pointing at the headset she was wearing as she finished up with a call in. Drew, as her nameplate read, finished up quickly than was right with me. "Uh, Hi, I'm Elliot, and uh, I saw your flag in the window, and I was wondering, er, can I make an appointment? or how does this work?" I asked. Drew beamed. "Oh heavens, welcome! You are in luck, the doctor is in today and we just had a couple of cancellations, so if you have time, we can get you in today! She does great work!" Drew gestured at herself. Aside from a slightly low tone of voice, I would never have guessed that she was also a customer of the transition clinic. I gulped, then nodded. Drew handed me a stack of forms to fill out then sent me out into the waiting room. It was all pretty standard stuff until I got to the consent paperwork. Was I aware of the following listed effects of Hormone replacement therapy? was I willing to be subject to those effects of my own free will? etc. I checked all the boxes yes, signed the form, and handed them back to Drew, who took them with a smile. "Welcome, Sister," she said. I shivered just a bit. Soon, the nurse was calling my name. It seemed strange to be doing this when I haven't even thought of a girl name yet. I'd have to work on that. They took blood samples, had me pee in a cup and sent those all off to the lab while I went to the exam room. I was surprisingly self-conscious as I took off all of my clothes and put on my pink exam robe. The doctor knocked, and then Doctor Helen Mirthwatre entered the room. "Hi!" she exclaimed. "I'm Dr. Mirthwatre, and I'll be starting you on your journey today. Do you have a preferred name, or..." She trailed off. "Elliot is fine for now, I haven't thought of a new one yet, but my girlfriend and I will work on that." The Doctor nodded and continued. "Right! Well, you are in luck that there is no one in line ahead of you for labs, so we should be able to prescribe you something today. So, let's get started with the exam!" The doctor proceeded to do a fairly normal physical checkup, then moved on to examining my genitals and pelvis. Her lip quivered a bit when she saw my still healing reroute, but she was very professional and said nothing. Finally, she finished and went to go get the lab results. After that, she injected me with a fast-acting dose of booster Estrogen, and prescribed a series of pills and whatnot as part of something called the "powers" method. I got a strange look when I asked if it would give me super powers. Finally, she handed me a couple of pamphlets about transition steps, local resources, a sperm sample cup to bring back at my next appointment and a list of breast augmentation surgeons in the area. I thanked her, and then left in a bit of a daze. Drew actually stood up and hugged me as I was on my way out like a little sister. It was only on the drive home that it hit me that I was now running on female hormones for the first time, and I was in for a wild ride. To be continued...