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A Year Ago Ch. 01

By: MadQuill



I started on this path about a year ago. I was working on my laptop and mistakenly entered a site showing a group of images of beautiful girls, many nearly naked. The images of the girls were all sexy though each was dressed in a bit of lingerie. My scroll went passed over thirty beautiful girls when I stopped. The image of the woman I stared at was different, and due to something a bit odd, arousing. The next image was of two women, a lovely lady with another girl, both with long dirty blonde hair and their legs covered in creamy colored hose held by suspender clasps. The lady was atop the other and the photograph was shot of their bottoms. It wasn't that the lighting or mood of the image was off. It was that the girl on top had a rigid penis and a tight groin, seemingly without testes. I returned to the first image and realized it was a picture of the 'girl' atop the other. This image showed the girl's face, and her body though covered by a lacy chemise was apparent. Her head was slightly turned toward camera, a gorgeous beauty with a smile, her breasts shown in profile.

This idea wasn't foreign to me. I had a college friend who I'd encountered while he was dressed as a girl. At the time I considered the effort Stan put into her outfit as pretty amazing. Her look was convincing, but I just knew it was Stan, only in a dress. But the image in front of me was not leaving me. I thought while I continued to look. 

I was finding success with my for fee Malware on-line service. I'd quit my job awhile back to run the systems I created as a business. It was a gamble to leave a good position with salary and benefits and now the site was growing and providing me as a sole owner with more income than I could spend. To my mind I just wouldn't do anything less than at the best effort I possibly could. The work was straightforward now that the systems were coordinated. The time I needed to keep it up was increasingly smaller. It was the accounting; the tracking of clients and payments, resolving difficulties the users encountered that took most of my time. Yet I wasn't busy. Now I was daydreaming, the image of the two women now back on the screen.

I needed something new in my life. I had lived with my girlfriend Lynn for 4 months when she'd suggested I wasn't marrying material. Lynn felt I was bit too focused on my own needs and less interested her fulfillment. The development of the site had consumed so many hours and weeks. At the time this had hurt me but I found she was right in many ways. She'd left me less than a month after I'd quit my position. Nine weeks later I had setup the office for the site at a nearby second floor rental over a Copy Center and things were looking up.

I was quite stimulated by the image of the girls. Not in a sexual way, but it had raised my curiosity. I left my desk, the image still on the screen and went to the bath mirror. Lynn had once said it was tough being with such a 'pretty' man. She wasn't picking on my masculinity, her intent was more about how I looked. Looking at my face I now wondered again what she'd meant. That evening months ago we'd been out with three of her college friends when Cynthia had said something at the Bar.

"Lynn, Michael is so beautiful you could almost call him Michelle." Lynn just turned to look away, passed me, rather than commenting.

I knew I wasn't a hunky guy, but now I considered Cynthia's barb. I pushed my mop of blonde hair back to see all of my face. Then I decided to head to the store. I needed some supplies before I could be certain. Like most things I did I was focused at solving a problem. Today I had nothing on the agenda so I started the old Audi and turned left.

I entered the DrugFair looking about and noticed the cosmetics immediately on the right. Pausing in front of the array of products I thought about the list I read on line. I needed a moisturizer, a bottle of makeup base and mineral powder, an eye color kit, two different mascara products, some blush, three lip-glosses in different tones and a brush kit. I glimpsed a saleswoman coming near; slightly panicked I stood still, head down. She was near me and could see the stuff in my little basket.

"Can I suggest you consider an eyeliner, maybe also a lip liner young man? I think you'll need tweezers to help with those brows as well." 

Her comments were sort of helpful but I was nervous. She had read my plan. My blush must have been apparent as I turned to leave, but I stopped. What was I doing? I paused to think, "Any other ideas?"

She was a bit over fifty but pleasant looking and fit. She had been re-stocking an opposite lower shelf. She stood and reached to my shoulder, "Humm, turn into the light."

She moved me about lightly, "You've got a lovely face, great cheeks and skin. Your eyes are your asset. You should get a better grade of eye makeup. Try the L'Oreal set instead. They make a good concealer, here, this one."

I quickly left the store, a bit embarrassed but also surprised that she saw something.

She'd said, "You're going to be beautiful, come back later and show me, ok?" Her tag read Esther.

I realized as a drove home I needed some guidance. YouTube was very helpful. After I'd washed my face i pulled my hair back with my sweatband. Twenty minutes later I was done, well my face was made up but I wasn't happy. I cleaned my face and started over. Two hours and six applications later I had learned the basics and found some color tones I felt helped my look. I was focused, and it was a bit more fun than I thought. I tried to simplify the sequence to minimize the intensity. The results were intriguing. I need to carry this experiment a little further. It was just after Noon when I called a nearby salon.

"Can you fit me in for a styling and coloring?"

After a review of my head the Hairdresser said she would do an andro style, "Think Cara Delevingne but with short hair." The idea I would look like that beautiful model was preposterous. 

Around 3pm I returned to the DrugFair and found Esther working in the toy section.

"Excuse me Ma'am, can you show me where the hair products are?" I stood still as she continued to stack the crayons in the children's toy aisle.

Without looking up she said, "Two aisles to the right."

I didn't move and a moment later she turned, "Did you hear me young lady?"

Now she stood and her face showed more than a little surprise, "I'd say you've changed a little," she came to my side and again reached to turn me into the light. "Who did your hair? It's perfect now."

"These are our best line of products for shorter styles Ms," the cute high school girl working the register said.

I left the store with a smile on my face. As I left another man stopped at the door and did a double take. I wondered what the next step would be. Six hours after I'd got this crazy desire I was moving about the world in my jeans and sneakers, a soft gray sweater without a tee shirt, but people weren't questioning my gender. I wouldn't say I looked like a tomboy, more of a relaxed college student.

The stylist had given me some direction. "Until your hair reaches the top of your shoulders you can get by with the generic hair care from your local store. The risk is yours. I'd start using the Aveda line so as it grows out it stays beautiful."

But that stuff was way expensive, twenty-seven dollars for rinse and shampoo? And I needed 'beautiful hair'?

Last year my workout regiment was altered due to a severe muscle injury. Only able to handle low impact drills I had resorted to a new focus on eating nutritional foods that limited my weight gain. Now a year later I had slipped below 135 pounds, eight of those since Lynn moved out, though I was over 68 inches tall. I'd lost over twenty pounds of body fat. Walking aggressively had become my favorite exercise since I found my muscles were better balanced. 

When I returned to the house I went to the CPU and started to review different women's clothing sites. After twenty minutes I realized the effort was a waste of time. Boston Proper and VS didn't seem right. I decided to visit Nordstrom. They seemed to have a range for many styles. 

Back in the Audi I turned right, 30 minutes later I was in the parking lot. Due to the late afternoon I found a spot near the entrance and quickly I was cautiously reviewing the women's suits. A saleswoman approached. I was still dressed in my Hugo jeans and black sneakers.

"It's a great time to shop, huh? Are you looking for a suit Miss?" I turned toward her voice; she was a good-looking woman about 28 years old, wearing a skirt and blouse. I realized how difficult this was about to become. The hair stylist was curious but didn't pause over my slightly modified male voice. I had gotten away with a near whisper.

"Ahh, I'm just getting started, and I'm a little unsure, Miss . . ." my voice didn't break but sounded a little higher, not too contrived, almost feminine.

She smiled and extended her hand, "Don't worry about a thing, I understand and can be helpful with your search. At this dull hour you've got me as a personal assistant. I'm Cheryl."

I looked into her eyes and relaxed, she hadn't noticed my gender shift. My face was smooth, I needed to shave only every other day, and my face looked pretty good. "I'm Hallie, and I could use a ton of help Cheryl."

I didn't really need a business suit but we started with a well-made, great fitting suit. Cheryl had me visit the tailor and the older woman handled the subtle adjustments. I hadn't shaved my legs since my last cycling club-ride four weeks ago, but I wasn't a hairy guy.

"This is a good fit but I suggest we adjust the hem about a inch, say to here?" 

She also adjusted the waist, "You're pretty slim, but your hips are 37 inches. Do you diet or are you normally thin?" The tailor adjusted the fit of the jacket as well.

"The cut helps define you. You have a small chest."

Cheryl returned and she suggested we try some jeans and tops, "I can help you with two or three casual looks Hallie. This pair will accentuate your hips and butt. You know what though, you're in need of some help up top. What size bra are you?"

I was now anxious, "I'm not wearing one, umm, I'm pretty flat Cheryl," she looked at me with a curious expression.

"So Hallie, we need to help you with that ok?" 

An hour later I left the fitting room with a special set of small breast forms and a collection of three bras. I left the store still unsure whether Cheryl knew I wasn't a girl. I decided to complete my shopping at the other stores in the adjacent Mall. Though I saw many interesting outfits I just didn't have a clue about my style, and the sizing required a lot of guessing. Returning to the Nordstrom I found Cheryl. She was folding some sweater tops as I approached. 

"I can't do this on my own. Can you help me? I am clueless about my sizing, and how to select the appropriate style." She smiled and looked a bit closer. 

"Can I ask you a personal question Hallie? I mean I could see you were at a bit of a loss when we selected the suit and the jeans."

I shook my head and looked down to my sneakers. "What woman would go shopping in these shoes, huh?"

"Well, that's correct but it isn't what I was going to ask. I mean, yes those are horrible for trying on clothes. But I was going to ask if you've ever modeled. Your figure is close to perfect and you have a slightly androgynous look. You remind me of someone, recently but from Europe. I recall now, a Brit model named Sarah Whale. Sure you're a bit shorter but you could go with that minimal, not quite girl look."

I just stood there. This lovely girly girl was advising me to look a bit more like a boy. This stirred a thought. Maybe that was what Cynthia was pushing at Lynn. Were she and Cynthia lovers? This thought distracted me for a moment and I had to ask Cheryl, "Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Only that a great pair of heels is the next stop. Come with me Hallie."

Around 8pm I returned home with four large bags. I had bought twenty-one hundred dollars' worth of clothes and some accessories. The four pairs of shoes weren't all tall heels and I had, with Cheryl's help picked three skirts, several tops and two lovely dresses. I was too tried to get more than the simplest of underwear; a packages of bikinis and some thongs, costing less than a twenty. Cheryl had said the outfits would require a concealed look; no panty line as she called it.

I'd worn one of the bras and the silicone enhancers to get the dresses to fit correctly and though reasonably comfortable I want to take it off. I passed the tall mirror in the Hall and saw the new vision Cheryl had helped put together, 'wear this outfit home Hallie'. 

I had on a low black slingback heel, a bit more than 2" high, setting off the long leg, nearly black pants with the tight fit across my butt. These were tailored to express my ass cleft. My top was a soft pale white cashmere top without a chemise. The fake tities help create a bit of cleavage accented by the simple single pearl necklace and hoop earring now hanging from my ears. I could see the pink strap of my bra due to wide V neckline of the top. My hair looking amazing since I could, with ten minutes and the right tools, get it back to a boyish style.

I had left the house at 7am as a twenty-six year old man and returned hours later as nearly a girl as could possibly be. There was something 'virtual' about me but mostly it was me, re-imagined, but still me. Could I commit to these changes? 

I stared at the image in the mirror of myself for a few minutes. Since then I have been driven to change my existence.

The End of the 1st Phase

A Year Ago Ch. 02



This is an evolving story of sensual investigation. Please review the first Phase...

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I awoke the next morning around 7am and lying in bed considered yesterday's events. Before bed I wandered the Web reviewing the blog, chat and discussion sites where dressing was prominent. I was shocked how many of the people posted images of themselves, many too raunchy for my taste. I didn't feel I was alone with the new interest, just not quite as off as some. Could this become more than a casual sideline for me? There seemed to be a great number of males involved with acting out their desires. I was more than a little committed with dressing having spent nearly $2,400 dollars on the styling and clothes.

The alternative sites where the 'girls' seemed to respect themselves and women in general were less common. The ribald seemed to dominate the imaginations of most. I figured I was like most, trying at an illusion. I wondered if I could step further. Was this dressing a bit freaky or was there something deeper driving my interest? Could I enjoy living as a woman? Then I realized I wasn't done shopping. Cheryl had mentioned hose but I had distracted her with a question regarding my 4" heels and we hadn't completed the selection. I ran my hand over the stubble growing on my legs. I couldn't go out without some pantyhose. I decided to shave my legs. 

After my shower I was applying some lipstick when I realized that I needed to shave my face as well. Going out with lipstick and an apparent beard would be a circus act. I would need to develop a new morning regiment. That is, if I intended to actually be presentable during the workday, but for who? I rarely had visitors and infrequently went out during the day. But right now I needed some pantyhose so I got in the Audi.

Back at the DrugFair I found a rack with the L'eggs, but which ones? What was a medium, and was I in need of support? Not wanting to not run into Esther I was nervous, but I lingered trying to review the packages. I then panicked, grabbed two Silken Mists, nude and suntan large, and moved to the checkout. It was early and the store was quiet as I exited. Once back in the car I realized there was no reason to run out. I looked ok; a woman out for an early errand before work.

Returning home I spent sometime deciding which dress to wear today. Selecting the outfit took more time than I'd considered. I put on a new bra with the falsies and a bikini, slipped the dress over my head and re-settled and styled my hair. With the light make up my face was not right, but the problem was not mascara or blush. The dress looked terrible. It was bunched up around my hips. My legs looked great in the simple hose and the medium heels. I realized I didn't have a slip. I pulled the material a bit to get it to look ok, but I'd need some other garments. I fixed my face and grabbed my cooling coffee and started the cpu.

I discovered two on-line sites offering a range of products, lingerie and stocking, one with free shipping. The search didn't end with pantyhose. Soon I was in full lingerie mode and stopped. Was I ready to begin a 'collection'? The cart had over fifteen items; hose, panties, three slips or what were called chemises, and one delicate set including a suspender, bra and thong. The pause allowed me to review another page, shapewear. I was carrying some weight in my tummy, maybe this waist cincher would be necessary. The images showed a good result and now the cart had over twenty items, since I added several more suspenders and stockings.

I'd planned to work from home today and just await the Brown truck delivery tomorrow. Just stay quiet and see how things went. I needn't worry about anything; I was trying to see if I could adjust to the affect the new clothes caused. I looked at my fingers. The nails needed attention, either as I typically maintained them, or as a woman would. I didn't have a nail file but in my tool kit there was one that might work. Being careful I shaped the 1/8" long ends and softened the edges. I didn't have a polish; again to the DrugFair?

The next afternoon I enjoyed opening all of the fine garments and revising my drawer layout. Shifting the stuff was easy, but organizing the garments was new to me. The top was now for my girl stuff. I quickly removed my tight low-rise bootcut jeans and the red top and slipped the nude tone satin chemise on. Opening one of the Wolford packages of hose to discover an error. The package had the sheer hose I ordered but also a pair of nude suspender pantyhose. It took a few minutes to figure how to get the unusual hose on. I now put on my dress from yesterday and it hung perfectly. A call interrupted my investigations and I didn't get all of the items unpacked until the evening. I wondered if I could now safely venture out in a dress. 

After completing my work agenda for the day I returned to the bedroom and the new garments. As I unwrapped each item I became more aware how I was consciously changing myself. Each walk past the mirror stirred my realization that I'd spent most of the day in heels and a dress. Having a face on was causing a distraction; there was a girl, I mean a young lady in my home. But I was still a rough guy in a dress, moving about, a bit of a klutz, rather than a woman. This thought caused me to pause. A woman moves more carefully about the world. I could get along just as I was, but I considered the alternatives. Dressing was only part of this experiment. I'd convinced myself that my voice wasn't an issue. Being bruised was one thing, tearing an $18 dollar pair of tights was another matter; a found the term was 'ladder'. I needed more than a blouse and falsies to become what I seemed to desire.

I stepped back to the room I used as an office and spent a thirty minutes checking out a site focused on female expression and deportment. I'd also reviewed a Website video suggesting how a woman should walk in heels. With the simple suggestions I practiced around the house, sitting, standing and walking. The mirror helped me see how my subtle movements were so off base. After an hour I sat down and considered my next move.

I wanted to enjoy the evening weather so considered my options. Maybe a stop at the new wine bar down in the Village center might give me some confidence in my appearance and manner. After an hour the mirror just was too biased. There was a little risk, someone might see through the disguise. I grabbed my wallet, ahh. Now I needed another accessory. I could stop at a nearby luggage shop before the bar.

I loved the new silky hose on my shaved legs but the suspender was going to take time to adjust to. Each shorten step in my black pumps reminded me that I was wear stockings, somewhat distracting, yet nice as well. I'd pushed my makeup to slightly deeper tones and hoped I didn't look over the top. This was much more effort than I thought previously. I had donned the earrings and necklace to finish my look. I probably would buy some other jewelry soon. 

The lady at the bag shop was helpful and didn't seem to see the true guy, but I was working to keep that dude under wraps. I purchased a small simple Coach bag, a women's wallet, and a Swatch. She had to help me with the clasp. I was a little nervous as she held my wrist.

"You have such fine features dear, I wish may hands looked this good. I like the natural finish of your nails. The red leather accents your black dress so nicely. And the camel bag is a good selection. Shall I remove the stuffing and tag?"

I decided to park across the Green so I could practice the speed and length of my gait. The varied surface of the walkways required focus. The concrete and stone were ok, but the path across the Green was dense gravel. Each step had to be considered. Entering the bar I saw it was nearly empty. The bar girl didn't give me a second look which calmed my heart rate and she smiled as she asked for my selection. The Pinot was pleasant and I chatted with a couple about the neighborhood while seated looking out to the Green. A single gentleman came in but seemed to be waiting for someone. I finished the glass and considered taking a longer walk about the Green. I needed more practice to help break in the 3½" tall shoes. It was a nice evening, my heels clicking on the bluestone as I moved around the outer ring of the large Green. The surfaces were easier to deal with than the gravel as I practiced my new walk. 

"Excuse me Miss, do you know where Tony's Bistro is?" a young man called from a car along side the curb.

I looked about to get my bearings, "You might have just passed the street, off to the left back about 300 yards," he smiled and thanked me, then drove off in the wrong direction. A moment later he came by slowly and stopped again, now heading the correct way.

"Thanks for the help. Could I buy you a drink Miss, if you have a few minutes? My meeting doesn't start until 7:30 and I . . "

I cut him off, "I appreciate your offer sir, but I've got to get back, Thanks." And I turned at the block where the Audi was parked. I wondered if how I'd spoken had sounded to manly, '300 hundred yards' seemed very specific. I lived in a small Village but the Green attracted quite a few people to the nearly twenty small restaurants.

He moved off a little slowly, maybe checking me out as I got in and started the car. My first adventure seems to have gone off without a hitch. I enjoyed the flirting and the walk. I was surprised how these heels weren't a bother. Cheryl had said the money would be well spent, $425 for a pair of shoes? The affect on my posture was a good thing and I liked seeing my reflection in the storefront as I'd walked past. Window-shopping hadn't been important before.

I now understood the term 'passing' that I read about on-line. Esther and Cheryl weren't playing me. I could dress and look sufficiently womanly. It was a good day, I'd been dressed and acting this new role for the entire day. At a traffic light I checked my face, I still needed to practice with the tones and powders. My face looked too shiny.

Back home I did some Site maintenance and then found a sexy site with pictures of transwomen that weren't racy and under dressed. I search those words 'under dressed' and a site video with two beautiful women making love popped up. While I had dressed as a woman for three days, this was my first time thinking of my new activity in a sexual frame. Maybe I would slipped my dress off and play for a while. 

The two women were shown in lingerie, one in a silvery white, the other is black, each removing some garments and than re-dressing. This seemed so sexy to me and I moved to select the items I might wear. Removing the dress I went to the mirror, the heels pushed my bottom high and my calves looked remarkable in the taut hose. I lifted the hem of the chemise and adjusted the fit of the garters off of the suspender. Turning to look at my back I could see the image of the women in the video touching each other, but I was distracted by the small tuff of hair on my lower back. I needed to consider shaving or some other method. Maybe I should get a removal cream? 

Returning to the mirrored view of my butt, I adjusted the thong and the re-positioned the garter straps on the hose seeing how the two girls had accomplished theirs. I was a little stiff as they played. I turned to review how the chemise looked hanging over my bra. I needed to loss more tummy flab. I went to drawer and picked out one of the two waist cinchers I had received. The nude one was a simple tube with ten hooks. It was a challenge to attach the garment but it did as advertised, with the chemise back on I saw a waistline. The exercise regiment would trim my waist over the next month. Until then I planned to use the cincher. Together with my wide hips the definition of a waist made me feel better. Comfort be damn!

I turned back to watch the girls, there lovemaking had moved along. The blonde in black was vigorously licking the other sexy girl. The one in silver was a real beauty. The world for porn actors wasn't too bad if this girl could enjoy herself and make a living. Her head was back, off the edge of the bed, and she was coming. I felt my panty and started to lightly tap atop my tucked mound similar to how the girl was in the video. I moment later I'd soaked my thong, the orgasm rising surprisingly quick. Today's near constant stimulation was enough to cause me to come. I hadn't touched my penis!

To be continued,

This could be quite an adventure for, Hallie? But she hadn't committed to a name as of yet. We'll see what she decides. Maybe it will be Charlotte, or Vickie, shoot why not Sara? It can't be Madeline, Tess or Louisa.

Thank you for reading! Maddy



A Year Ago Ch. 03



This is an evolving story of sensual investigation. Please review the first two parts of this Phase . .  . 

Five days had passed since my stroll in the Green, something I considered too risky the next morning. I hadn't returned to the DrugFair for the hair remover. The length of the hair on my legs was short but noticeable. I needed a different removal, maybe a waxing. If my dressing were to continue I wanted to have a reasonable way of coping with this; shaving just wasn't the answer. With fairly light hair on my arms and hands but more along my lower torso and legs shaving was just a pain and I wasn't very good at getting to my back. I had tired of the effort my bike club insisted on; tradition leads most of the guys to shave. The appointment was for 12:30pm tomorrow afternoon. The clinician, thinking I was a girl, suggested the procedure would take several hours and the affect would last well over a month. 

Each morning now I would arrange an outfit while lounging with a coffee in my new robe. Getting my face and hair right took nearly an hour. The practice walks and video coaching while dressed took most of the morning and I could see a benefit. The work schedule had to be adjusted to prevent my being noticed hence I waited until after 6pm to visit the office the past few days as required to keep up with the server issues. I had a small worry of being stopped by an officer while driving. There wasn't a law against dressing in women's clothing, but there might be some embarrassment. I had ventured out each of the last four evening, but driven straight to the office.

The morning of my appointment planning an outfit, underwear and dress, shoes, had taken some time. A dressing website was the source of a new technique for wearing my undies. Once I was tucked carefully I figured there was a small chance I would be discovered. I reviewed the minimal bump in the front panel of my thong. I could explain my flat chest as having a need for the small breast forms but the clinician would have to get pretty close to do the proper job of my lower body. I had done a neat trim myself, sort of like a bikini line, and intended to simply refuse her access to my groin. With my thong holding my member I was willing to risk the questions. The clinician might be surprised but I thought, so what?

Afterward I felt good when my pantyhose slipped on nicely. I stepped back into my simple dress, a soft peach with a jewel neckline falling to just above my knee. I'd ordered it on-line and was happy it fit nicely. The low heel seemed correct, only 3" to be as discrete as possible.

"You've got a great pair of legs, and your ankles are nearly perfect. Who makes those stockings, they look very sheer?"

I told her Wolford was the brand; these were great for mild weather. 

"Remember to not shave and I'll see you in three weeks OK?"

The waxing was painful but she hadn't guessed my gender, based on her conversation that is. I couldn't guess what she would tell the others. She was most surprised by the hair on my lower back and bum. While on my tummy I'd pushed the thong down far enough to allow her to clear my entire body, excepting the bikini line. I was now virtually hairless. The clinician had suggested she could 'help with the minor facial hair'.

"I'll apply the smaller wax strips to rid this pesky near beard," she said rubbing my face gently.

I had shaved closely the day before and hadn't considered using wax for my almost smooth cheeks. 

"It's a little heavier than the hair on your butt cheeks. You need to attend to this, it isn't peach fuzz, dear. Make an appointment for three week from today for a follow-up and we'll check your legs then as well." 

The pain was passed but I had a slight reddish glow on my face. She applied an aloe gel that reduced the soreness. 

"The redness will go away in about ninety minutes. Apply the gel once more after twenty minutes."

When back home I looked at my face and I was surprised, the skin looked normal but substantially smoother than my closest shave. I was more surprising by my arms and hands. I hadn't ever been so naked. The sleeves of the dress were about three-quarters and on the drive back I was distracted seeing my wrists without a bit of hair. I decided to go to the office. I had avoided entering the building during the daytime since I'd began this lark. Now I felt I could pass an inspection by the two women who occupied the adjacent suite. 

They had been renting their space for over six months and were a design couple, or so I imagined. Their firm was called InteriorBent, and though I'd only been in their office for a minute once, I guessed they did some decorating. I had assumed they were a gay couple though they had introduced themselves as partners. Avery was taller, with soft brown hair and quite thin, while Madison had near platinum colored hair with a nice figure. I had to look down and away from her nice large breasts. I considered that their partnership might be only a business description rather than a personal one. I feared seeing these two when I climbed to my suite. I had few visitors and my new presence would be immediately understood. I needed to feel perfect, a woman in appearance as well as confidence, prior to entering this next phase. 

Nearly each day before the adventure had begun we had encountered each other, just in passing in the Hall. The offices shared a toilet. This was to be for I had decided that I couldn't abandon my new look, this new me. I liked what I was becoming and felt comfortable in these new clothes. Being seen, as a false woman would be unacceptable and the near approximation of a woman wouldn't do. Days after getting my hair done I had the clothes and accessories of a young woman and I had continued to refine my makeup skills. I needed to get to my server for some adjustments required by my largest client. The evening and night work wasn't as effective for certain tasks. 

It was nearly 4pm when I finished getting ready. I had redressed, the peach dress seemed inappropriate for office work. Bring the dark gray A-line skirt up and over my bottom I turned to button the white blouse but decided I needed a chemise. I noticed my ivory bra clearly through the fabric and the cincher would be better concealed as well. The black slingback heels were just a bit tall; not quite four inches, but I liked how they accentuated my legs in the nude toned pantyhose. I grabbed the Coach bag, which was now loaded with my tools and other stuff. My voice had become quite feminine with three days of working with the on-line coach but my word selection was still an issue. The lessons I'd downloaded had been very helpful, but I needed to practice and being around others was what the on-line teacher suggested. 

Now as I reached the lower doorway I was glad I'd asked for a quick manicure while at the salon. Though I could keep my nails short I now enjoyed seeing my hands with a soft pink finish. I needed to resolve the client issue before six this evening so I was committed, hoping to slip passed their suite. Climbing the stairs hadn't been an issue until now, my heels banging on each wooden step. I was passed their suite when I heard voices. I moved to unlock the door and quickly shut it, as the voices became a bit louder. My suite was actually well insulated from the sounds of their workspace. I now focused on the issue at hand. The data feed and resolution took about forty minutes. I realized that the rug across the wood floor helped quiet the noise of my heels as I moved about the office. I was doing some other minor housekeeping on a secondary server when I heard a light knock on the door. 

"Michael, can you speak with me for a moment please," it was Avery's voice but I stayed still considering the options. She might leave me alone if I could find an excuse.

"Avery, I'm a bit wound into solving an issue. Can we talk in the morning OK?" I realized my voice had not shifted; one of the consequences of the training. Learning to slip back to my nature tone was now a problem. 

"Michael, sure, OK? Are you, you sound like you've a bit of a cold, aahh. Sure thing, I'll come by at some point tomorrow." I listened as she moved off. I crept to the doorway as quietly as possible, having removed my heels. My ear on the door I heard her speaking to Madison. 

"He couldn't spare a moment. He sounded a little weird though. I hope he's OK." 

Then Madison spoke, "What do you mean 'weird', he has a cold?"

They had reached the stairs and the sounds of their heels on the steps drown out the voices.

I waited about thirty minutes, quietly considering what I had just done to my situation. I had elected this new adventure and now it would start to control my life. Could others accept the new Michael, or the Hallie? What was my name now? 

The challenges of my decision were mounting. I would eventually have to explain myself, first to Avery and Madison, and many others. With my heels on I exited the building as the twilight faded to night. Moving away in the Audi I turned toward home.

"There goes someone in Michael's Audi. humm, maybe he's got a new girlfriend?" Madison said to Avery. They were sitting at the window table of the nearby Vegetarian restaurant. 

Avery looked up to just catch the car passing, "She looks cute, with short hair, maybe we'll meet her soon. He could use someone in his life. All work and no play, since Lynn dumped him."

Driving along I realized my voice needed more practice and turned left to head to the nearby Mall. I didn't have a shopping list but I thought interacting with other women would be useful. I entered at the Nordstrom, the Jewelry counter immediately at the door. I looked over the cases and saw several bangles priced close to a hundred dollars. I slipped two from Pandora over my left wrist, noticing the golden tone attracting my eye and the nail color and sheen. The others I purchased I placed in my bag. The salesman was clearly a bit effeminate and seemed uninterested in me. This was my first encounter speaking with a man since starting the voice lessons. I noticed his locution and manner of speaking with his controlled breathe. 

The voice lessons had helped me become aware and I must use compression to focus my speech. Clamping the thighs was an exercise I had been doing over the last couple of days, to repress my male breathe, just as he seemed to be doing. This together with my devoicing was what I used when discussing the various characteristics of the jewelry. I was learning to act with my voice; I needed to present my femaleness to both men and women. I next stopped at the makeup counter and within a moment a lovely lady approached.

"Would you like to experience the NARS lines Miss?" I didn't know what she was asking about, but said yes.

After twenty minutes Theresa showed me the affect of her work. I was spellbound, "How will I ever learn to accomplish this level of 'art'?"

"Do you have an hour to spare Sara?" I had used this in lieu of Hallie, only realizing my error after speaking. Thankfully Cheryl didn't seem to be in this evening.

"Now I'll show you in detail." She removed the makeup and re-applied each product while allowing me to review and understand the techniques.

I left with $425 dollars of product, and a different sense of my character. Theresa was quiet but clear, "This is you Sara, your spirit has emerged. Be on the watch for those snakes out there girl." 

The ninety minutes with Theresa gave me many opportunities to make small errors of speech, correcting each without being embarrassed. In fact the voice coach had suggested that make these small errors was in fact a feature of feminine speech. I was glad I was wearing pantyhose since the stool was tall and my legs were on display. Theresa commented when a handsome man with graying hair came near.

"That one is homing in on your sexy legs and those delightful heels dear. He can't stop his eyes from roaming toward you." I smiled slightly but said nothing. I did look toward him when he was nearest and smiled, causing him to blush. He smiled back, but turned to leave. 

My stroll continued after the makeup do over with Theresa. I stopped at Bebe and tried on two pairs of heels. With the saleswoman's help I found a great pair of natural toned strapped pumps with 4 1/2" heels.

"The strap does look sexy and will help wearing them for an evening. Good shoes should be comfortable and beautiful Sara. The slight platform is nice as well."

Now with two bags in hand I wanted to get home and started toward the Mall entrance.

"Wow, dude, look at that piece of ass," I heard two boys close behind. I didn't turn to look, but used a storefront glass to provide me a glimpse as I passed. 

"She's got a great set of gams buddy. Watch how her cheeks move in that skirt. Yummy." They were speaking loud enough to assure I heard their comments.

I continued to walk along the stone floor, my heels clicking in the near empty space. I realized they might actually follow me outside, so I decided to step into a Men's store on the right. Immediately the tall salesperson scoped out what was happening and moved to encounter the two guys.

"I think the Security team might be on the way boys, better move along now." I hadn't stopped to witness his intervention, moving about as if I was shopping for a shirt. 

He approached and I noted that his tag said William, "They're gone Miss. Sorry for the difficult moment. You avoided a possible problem, this time. Shopping this late can bring out the goons."

I turned to him, not acknowledging the danger, "I'm sorry, what do you mean?"

He studied my face, "I assumed those two were hounding you as you were leaving, it's my error Miss." He blushed as I looked at him quietly for several moments, then without thinking I licked my lips, crossing the tip of my tongue over the smooth NARS Scarlet cream on my lips. Theresa had lined the edge with a Velvet pencil. 

"I have to close Miss, Good evening, oh. Did you want to buy that shirt?" I placed it in his hand and smiled, than I turned slowly about my left heel, my right hand absently touching his lower arm as I moved by and left him standing there. I saw him reflected in a mirror near the entrance. He was standing still, his eyes watching my bottom as my heels hit the stone flooring beyond the carpet.

The encounter was magically. I had flirted with this stranger, my excitement was evident to no one. I hadn't considered a male as a sex partner until a moment ago, yet I had reviewed his height, posture, his suit and shoes, but stopped my gaze a moment at his torso. He appeared a little stiff and I wondered where this interest might lead. Could I adopt a whole new sexuality together with the other changes? As I walked passed Nordstrom I saw a large photo of a beautiful model, dressed loosely in tight pants and heels, bent in a way that her blouse was open and her bra slightly exposed as was her breast. I felt moistness in my thong.

During the past few evenings I had visited several websites that presented 'girls', boys who'd become girls, natural looking females. The time reviewing these images convinced me that something special was happening to my life. I wasn't alone in the ability to pass, to mimic a woman, but I needed to be aware that this was no small task, nor a game. The adjustments I would be making were huge and I hoped for acceptance by others possible. I didn't have an extend family to deal with; they were on the other coast. I was uncertain when I might explain myself to them, if ever. At least I had found a focus and I was enjoying the changes, the rest may not be so easy.

To be continued,

'Hallie' would not do for her new name. Maybe she will be Sara. 



A Year Ago Ch. 04



This is an evolving story of sensual investigation. Please review the first three parts of the first Phase . . . 

*

When I returned home the evening I had visited the Mall the exercise gear I'd ordered was waiting. Once in the house I saw myself in the mirror at the entry. Only a week ago when I looked into a mirror I'd made the leap, not out of narcissism but curiosity. I now reconsidered the issue that Cynthia stirred months ago. It had been present, lying concealed until I'd seen that video. Her comment 'so beautiful you could almost call him Michelle' wasn't the only hit. It had been more of the same. I'd heard similar things while in high school, and once in College I'd been in a theatrical presentation of "Twelfth Night", playing Viola. It hadn't bothered me when the girl I was dating informed me about the character.

"Michael, Viola is usually played by a woman who crossdresses, not a boy." 

"Well how is that different, whether a guy or a girl plays the role?" 

I had enjoyed the complexity of acting the dual character; the various wardrobe issues weren't even on my radar. To my view Cesario was the prime character not the female incarnation. Now I was seeing things differently. Now considering Esther's comments last week I wondered about how I was seen by other people, especially the women in my life. Her words weren't exactly the push but she had inspired the run to the Salon. There the stylist had opened my mind; her seeming unawareness of my gender suggested to me that I could pass. 

Her near bland discussion of my face and hair, my body was beguiling. She acted as if I was a girl, yet several of her statements were perplexing.

"Some of these euro based models have this genderless characteristic. That's how this cut can help with your new look. You're thin and your chin line is very lovely. There are some other details you may want to address."

I had allowed her to discuss her gender politics during the hour while she did my hair. 

"We could have your nails done as well, it's in the details, maybe the 'nude' look? Your cheekbones are so high, you might try a bit of blush."

"The coloring will be essential, too white and the other girls will see through you."

Now a week of experimenting with clothes, makeup and especially the voice exercises had changed what I was. Practicing walking about in the heels, sitting and other body movements had become a pleasant part of my day. Only the work issue was difficult.

After removing the new face Theresa had applied I sat and checked the new garments. The sizing of the Lulu Speed Tights was good and the light blue top worked but the sport bra seemed just a smidgen loose. The big issue of the day had been my inability to slip back to a male voice. The sound was wonderful but I needed to reconcile the nature of Sara with everyone close to me. Many of my male friends wouldn't understand. Some in the bike club might but it would be dependent upon how I came out.

Just that phrase seemed weird. I may be wearing a dress and heels but I didn't see myself as a gay man, but as a female. I wanted to love women, be nearer to them and live as one. Was I possibly a lesbian; that didn't register except when I'd walk by the mirror. I slipped off my heels and went to pour some wine. On the sofa with my iPad I started considering the question. I had done so much in such a short time. Was this rush to change sensible? Was I just releasing an un-tapped reservoir of desire? Why did I enjoy the changes so very much? The new garments and the effect on my sense of self; this voice was the tip of the pyramid. I wanted to explore my world, but as Sara. She could be more than a new start, maybe I could see a future where I would have breasts and, I stopped the thought.

The falsies were more than a little problem. I would have to address the world knowing I wasn't real. The silicone forms reminded me at almost every step. They didn't feel right. But the surgery to create a vagina seemed well outside my boundary, at least right now. I considered the alternatives of implants or possibly using hormones. Doing the research did uncover an temporary alternative: using an adhesive to attached the breast forms!

Moving to the bathe I removed the skirt and blouse, I was surprised I hadn't soiled the white material with all of the makeup Theresa had used. Removing the cincher was a small relief. Each day I was losing just a bit of tummy fat. I returned to the hall to get the heels and the new boxes. In front of the tall mirror I removed the pantyhose and thong. Standing naked excepting the bra my penis was happy to be released as well. The testes seemed to just drop and I marveled again the allusion I, with the help of others, could create. The day's activity had brought sleep quickly after my shower.

In the morning I woke intent to step out on my walk but the rain pushed me to the treadmill. The study last night of the various toning exercises and balance drills seemed similar to a yoga workout so after a three-mile fast walk I paused to considered an alternative. I had arranged another video chat with the woman who offered on-line speech and voice training for 10am so I did forty minutes of yoga following a TV coach. The coach was stressing the midriff with focus on the abdominal muscles. I'd measured my waist at 29" the day before and felt I wanted to get to a twenty-six, just below my cinched waist. I knew my diet would help but hadn't visited the market as of yet. 

The email alert sounded and I moved to see the message. It was from Avery:

"We need to discuss what's happened to Mr. Norton. Seems we'll have a new landlord."

The building I use as an office was part of group owned by Mr. Norton. The manager had informed me several weeks earlier that he wasn't well. The rent was moderate but included full services, including a cleaning service. Mr. Norton had insisted on being presence when I'd signed the lease. He hadn't appeared well then.

I replied via return email that I would call her or Madison later today to discuss any new issues.

The video coach had given me preparation instructions after our third session and I needed to get focused. After a quick shower I did my face, hair and dressed in a suitable outfit. Though the chat would focus on my voice the coach requested that I be presentable. The skills I picked up last evening were helpful even for my day look. I slipped on a clean nude thong and matching bra, some sheer pantyhose and a half-slip. The new dress was a navy stretch knit with half sleeves and an above the knee hem. I went to the dresser and slid the bangles onto my left wrist. I looked at the medium black pumps and slipped my foot in, checked my makeup and moved back to the desk and turned on the cpu camera. Cathy was already on-line. She was pleasant looking, with graying blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She had spent most of the first few workouts on my respiration and air control. 

"Sara, today please don't say anything until I've completed the review, don't even say hello. I can see you, you look rested today, quite lovely, I like the your makeup work. It's a nearly perfect daytime look. Now please stand and spin about." 

I pushed back the stool and stepped back a few feet so that Cathy could my outfit.

"Yes, a every good selection, but I suggest you need a bit redder lip color though. I'll pause and could you see if you have one?"

I stepped away. Her notes had prepared me for the review and the silence. Returning after I'd applied a deeper scarlet lipstick, I smiled and settled myself again, adjusting my posture carefully.

After her today's lesson I was amazed. Previously she had helped me bring my pitch to a neutral range and the lesson now focused on reducing my dynamic range. We spent an extra thirty minutes simply talking of the days news to help me become accustom to the new sound and phasing.

"I suggest you definitively get out and about. Have lunch with a girlfriend and practice!"

I told her of my intent to meet with Avery and my planned trip to the market. 

"But she's not my girlfriend, more of an associate."

I also asked about slipping back to my previous voice.

"That's a tough one Sara. I recommend not doing so, unless you're troubled. The best thing is to remain in this register. Your plan for this afternoon is good. Having goals is helpful Sara. Let's review once more," we ran through the exercises again.

She signed off at just after eleven. I checked my outfit and face again before getting in the Audi for the ride to the store. I needed a great many items to fulfill the new diet Cathy had suggested. As I stepped from the car my hem rose nearly to my panty and I saw the boy collecting the carts smile. I pulled the dress quickly into place and turned back to check my face in the rearview mirror when I noticed a familiar car. It was empty but it was Sheila's Camero. She rode with the club, mostly on the shorter rides. This wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't a close friend and the possibility of being noticed; even a question just wasn't a good idea. 

I got back in and went to another market. Along the way I ran through a list of significant people with whom I'd planned to share this adventure with. It was an odd set of eleven. The two co-renters would now be first. The last would be Lynn. I thought she should find out from me rather than the grapevine. Actually every person on the list was important for the same reason. Hearing it from me would potentially deaden the consequences. 

A cute young worker was bagging the groceries of the customer ahead of me when the cashier asked to review the woman's license. She needed to check anyone's when they purchased wine or beer. I realized I would need to figure a way around this for a few weeks. I hadn't selected any on this trip but I would need some soon. The young girl doing the bagging was talkative.

"So many younger types like you buy almost no meat anymore. Maybe that's why your dress looks so good on you. I can't seem to stop drinking beer with my various boyfriends. Now I've got this belly. Do you exercise Miss?"

I realized then that she had been addressing me and not the other worker. "Humm? Oh, me? I just walk and a bit of yoga now and then."

"Well you're about the same age as Katie there and her and I are at least twenty pounds heavier than you."

I smile and rolled the cart toward the door. Less conversation than I needed but it was something to be speaking with other women without being questioned.

The DrugFair was on the way home and I picked up the adhesive I discovered last evening. No sign of Esther today. After a simple salad for lunch I tried to set the forms on my chest. An hour of minor errors and I was content with the location. I immediately went on-line and ordered a second set, just a little bigger. I figured I needed a backup in case something happened. The weight on my naked upper body was curious. I didn't need a bra, could I forgo wearing one? The notes from the new pair suggested using cosmetics to conceal the feathered edges. Still naked but with the forms in place and concealed I called Avery at the office. 

"Hello, is Avery available?"

It was Madison, she said she was out for a few minutes, "May I make a note for her please?"

I stumbled, "ahh, well, it's, I mean, it's me, Michael."

There was a pause. I could hear her breathing but not speaking. "Michael? Oh yeah, Avery mentioned that you might call, got a bit of a cold? It didn't sound like you."

I had anticipated the events that were taking place, "Well no but I'll see you both in about an hour OK?"

She paused again, "Of course dear, we'll be here until 5pm today. Bye for now," I heard the click of the receiver being put down.

There was no mistaking my voice for what it was after this morning's training. I sounded like I hoped I looked, like a woman. I was now anxious. 

I went to the bathe and reconsidered my outfit. The navy dress seemed too simple. I removed it and tried my new grey suit with the jacket. The fit was great. I removed the jacket and pulled a soft pink blouse into place. I released the skirt stay and zipper to get the tail properly flat. Now I felt better, the color brought the color of my nails forward. Oh, I'd forgot my new gold and rhinestone hoop earrings. Getting the earring through the small holes still was a challenge. I then reconsidered the heels; keeping with the lower 3" pair seemed smart. 

It was just past three when I turned into the parking behind the office. I knew the girls could see me if they cared from their suite. There was a large German sedan with a driver idling near the back stair doorway. I smiled to the middle-aged driver; he must be a chauffeur for he had on a hat. Entering this way instead of from the Main Street had been my way in since I had been dressing. In the dark of evening no one could see me. Now I had exposed my new self to at least three people (if the two girls were in fact watching for me).

On the stairs and a bit more aware of the noise I moved upward with more care than yesterday. I stepped passed their door and entered my office. I put my bag down and checked the servers and updated my email. I moment later I heard some loud laughter from the next door. I knew it was time to face the women, gathering myself I used my compact to check my face, and walked to their suite. The door hadn't been tightly shut so I simply pushed it opened to see three women speaking and laughing about something. 

Avery turned first and being the closest to the entry, smiled as I watched Madison and the third turn toward me. Avery's face wasn't what I expected, her head tilted slightly, "Can I help you Miss?"

I stalled not knowing what I should do, forgetting my planned speech when I saw the third person. I turned slightly thinking I should leave, should run out the door and down the stairs.

Avery seemed to sense this and was stepping closer, "Don't leave Miss, What can, can I , "

She was near my right side and was reaching to halt my exit, "Oh my, it's you Michael. Michael, wow, you look, I mean this is simply amazing dear," she turned smiling to the others.

I quickly looked at their faces, Madison's had a worried expression, the unknown woman seemed to be very interested in the event that was my outing. I completed the turn toward the door. I felt certain I couldn't handle what was about to occur.

"Mim, I mean Michael, please, don't run off," Avery had stalled my exit but I was facing out to the hall as she spoke.

"Dear, clearly something, I mean you've change somewhat, but we're here, as your friends," she must have turned to look back to Madison. I hear the soft tapping of another pair of heels approaching as I stepped away from Avery and headed toward the stairs.

I got to the stairs when Avery again stopped me. I looked back to see Madison standing at the doorway. Her expression was now changed to empathy. 

"Please Michael, let's sit. We need to sit down and discuss, talk about what is new, OK?"

I looked to her face, her eyes near tears, "But not here, I can't." I said as I started down the stairs. 

She turned back to Madison, "Can you keep Mrs. Norton company for a few minutes, OK?" She followed me down to the street.

I was nervously moving on the bluestone walk, sort of in a paced circle. 

"You got to let me say something first, Ok Michael?" I paused and looked at her. Her hands were steadying me. It wasn't the heels; it was what I had just done.

"Michael, you must know, you look amazing, simply gorgeous, OK? Can I get you to sit, maybe over on the bench there? You can tell me then what is happening. It has to be a great story, please? I wish my suit fit this well," her hand now on my hip. She had started moving us toward the bench, the click on stone of two pairs of heels very apparent.

"What did I just do," tears were forming in my eyes.

She grabbed a tissue and carefully dried my face. "The makeup will be fine dear, you're quite skilled, you do understand. If I didn't know I was to see Michael this afternoon I would never have guessed it was you."

"Sara,"

"What was that Michael, did you say Sara?"

I shook my head yes, "It was Hallie but I like Sara, can you call me that please? Michael does feel right, you know?"

She smiled and moved closer taking both of my hands into her own, "Sure Sara, I like the name. Your eyes somehow didn't get messed with the tears." She was reviewing my face with more intensity.

We just looked at each other for a moment.

"I started changing some things about a week ago Avery. It was a bit rash, but each day it felt more and more correct. Can you allow this allusion of a girl to be your friend? I'm not certain I will ever be Michael again. Maybe it is as I started out, just an adventure, but I'm in no hurry to see the other person anytime soon." I paused as she absorbed my statement.

"Well, I can assure you, Madison and I will easily support your 'adventure'. There may be some issues we can specifically be of help with. But that's for much later. Can I ring her or can you return with me?"

I liked that she offered these alternatives. "Who was your friend upstairs?"

"Oh her,? That's your new landlord sweetie. Mr. Norton's second wife; she's inherited his entire estate. You must have seen her car and driver in the lot? That's why I was trying to reach you over the passed few days."

Meanwhile Madison had settled Mrs. Norton on the sofa in the lounge portion of the girl's suite. 

"What can you share with me about what just occurred dear?" Mrs. Norton was seating with her legs crossed near to Madison. Her Spade bag and Zara heels were the focus of her near black suit with a below the knee hem. Her medium blonde hair was up in a knot. She was still wearing her wedding diamonds.

The woman was dressed for a business meeting but somehow still managed to seem beautiful. She had been a senior buyer for a major design house on the east coast for ten years prior to meeting her husband. They were introduced in Paris when Angelica had turned thirty. For the last seven years she had slowly understood his enterprise and applied herself to assuming control. She was about 5'-8" tall and kept slim by training daily with an instructor. 

"Avery called that young woman 'Michael', but that can't be her real name, can it? She appeared quite upset by something. I hope I wasn't intruding with my visit." She realized that she very possibly may have been and stood, picking up her bag. 

"I'll leave now. Please let's arrange for a meeting on Friday, say 3pm Ok Madison?"

Avery and I were still on the bench when the car with Mrs. Norton drove passed. "Let's go upstairs Sara. Madison will get us some tea."

To be continued,

Sara will meet Mrs. Norton very soon . . .  



A Year Ago Ch. 05



Sara's sensual investigation continues. Please find some time to read the first four parts of the first Phase . . .

"I was captivated by a beauty this afternoon Mistress Cora."

My Mistress was standing over me as she removed the harness from her waist, "Tell me about your afternoon then Angelica."

I shared the minor details of my visit to the two lesbians that rented one of my properties. How my impromptu visit had surprised Avery and her partner.

"The curious moment was when a lovely girl in her mid-twenties interrupted us, she was at the door and I watched her face fall to sadness and indecision. Madison and Avery turned their focus to her, leaving me to watch from the corner. One seemed to know the girl, but she called her "Michael". I left shortly after since this girl was distraught and Avery stepped out."

Mistress smiled as she looked down at me. I could see the moisture on her inner left thigh from our sex. Her breasts were loose yet her shelf brassiere was still about her. The slim shaft and belt hanging from her hand glistening from my juice. Cora reached to the bed sheets and tugged them up to cover me as she sat on the bed's edge.

"You're wondering about this new bitch?" she smiled and lightly kissed me. I reached to adjust her brassiere, settling her lovely breasts into the half cups.

She continued, "You want to try your hand at control Angelica?"

I had been seeing Cora for nearly five months. Our relationship was all about her training me as her submissive but we both understood my goal wasn't to be dominated, well sometimes yes, but I wasn't hers alone. Her sex was soft at times and also aggressive. She had shown me how to allow myself to release my need to control. I loved being her sub a couple of evenings a week. Cora had changed me. I'd had many sexual relationships with women over the years but she was different. Being with her I'd learned to move with respect for her desires. She affected how I dressed daily, and my grooming as well. Mistress Cora had filled a void created by my dying husband.

"It might be interesting to observe how you are changed by being the Domme," she kissed me, deeply this time, her tongue tasted of my pussy. "I can help guide you Angelica, it would be fun." Her hand slipped beneath the sheets and her thumb teased my moist slit.

"I'm uncertain Mistress. It's just she looked so in need of attention. There was a moment I wanted to protect her, to help her. She was quite lovely and the girl's responded so quickly I assumed they'd known her but then a moment later I wasn't sure. It's the unknown that is attractive Mistress correct?"

Cora stopped playing with my pussy for a brief moment, "Maybe the two partners already have subbed this "Michael". Maybe you simply misheard her; maybe it was Michelle. At any rate you're attracted to this girl. Talking of her has made you very wet Angelica."

Angelica did not share with Cora the later telephone call. She wondered why she'd held this back?

Mistress stood and moved to her bureau, "Maybe this big boy now?" She held a 10" black dildo, moving across to the bed, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor before reaching the thick carpet. That black piece hadn't been in me in two weeks.

Mistress settled next me and pulled back the sheet, moving the cock toy along my labia. "I want to fuck you again Angelica."

She was petting my head, enjoying my soft long hair. "Do you recall when I first saw you Angelica?"

Her toy was pushing at my pussy lips, "Maybe in the bum this time dear?"

She continued, "I was across the room at the auction, and I stood to look at you, I saw and sensed your needs immediately."

The helmet of the toy was in me, I moaned, "Mistress, slowly please, right there is perfect."

We had been planning to meet this evening but I'd called her after the delayed meeting with Madison. I needed her to quell my heated desire; just thinking of having a sub had caused me to moisten. I'd left Madison before she might pick up the scent of my arousal.

Cora was looking at me very close as her hand slipping the toy a little deeper, "Back in March I went slowly to enjoy the capture of my girl, and you didn't feel threatened by my flirting. I was willing to spend weeks to get you into my arms. If you're thinking of her now she must truly be approached, but I recommend patience dear. Take your time, watch her, she will give you a signal."

Her hand moved to my stocking covered leg beneath the sheets. Insistently she played with me.

Meanwhile across town Avery helped me upstairs and we joined Madison.

"Madison, Sara needs us to help her. Let's sit here a moment Sara."

We moved to the sofa, Avery opposite me and Madison besides me. I wasn't crying but was still a little anxious. They quietly awaited my words. I drew a breathe, "Can I use the restroom, I need just a moment please?"

Closing the door I heard them speaking softly, "Yes, by god that is Michael. She wants to live as a woman and we're the first to know of the change. Her name is Sara though."

Then Madison added, "She looks beautiful. I love her hair, a perfect short cut. That was her in the car yesterday."

Avery added, "I wish I could keep my waist that small!"

"No, to me it's Sara's voice; beguiling that in a week she could accomplish this level of change."

I checked the mirror and opened my bag for the lipstick. This sensual action still giving me pause. I looked at my face; no I looked at myself. I was this woman. I needed to convey the confidence that had brought me this far is so few days. I turned to open the door, noting the sound of my heels.

Madison said, "Sara, I'm so sorry we surprised you earlier with our visitor. Angelica has re-scheduled for Friday afternoon." She stood as I approached, extending her right hand as we sat together closely.

I assumed Angelica must be Mr. Norton's wife. "So, you two women are the first of about fifteen people and friends I need to share my decision with. It would be inappropriate for me to assume you can understand and accept the decision I've made. My gender selection is only my concern but we've spent time near each other so I felt you both should know. I came to this quite suddenly, and have been surprised how I've been accommodated. The people that have aided my transition may not care personally but their work has given me a new view and possibly a new life."

Madison held my hand tightly, "We'll support you Sara, and we'll help in any way. My sister is an Attorney who has handled gender bias cases. She may be someone you need to sit down with, especially to get your papers and license revised."

I turned and hugged her, "That would be so good. I fear driving and being caught."

We talked of the process I'd been pursuing and they marveled at the details. I had some minor issues to address in the office so I said good-bye. They need to close since it was nearly five-thirty.

"No way Sara, we're heading to the Wine Bar on the Green. Please meet us there in, say forty minutes?"

I could complete the minor work and then walk over, "Are you sure you want to be seen out with me? I mean, I'm just saying, a transfemme may not be welcome."

Madison laughed, "Two lesbians and a third won't cause a stir, unless we start making out Sara."

After they'd left I considered calling Lynn. Possibly she could meet me for lunch tomorrow, the sooner the better, but how would she recognize my new voice? I decided to send her a text and asked her to call me 'regarding an important bit of news'.

About two minutes later my phone rang, "Hello, Lynn?"

There was a pause, "Is that you Michael? I think I dialed 555-8282. Michael? What's happened to your voice?"

I spoke quickly running through the changes to my world and she understood almost that fast.

"That makes no sense Michael. What the hell! You're a woman? This makes no sense, Michael? Why?"

"It's Sara now Lynn. I'll handle the paperwork over the next few weeks, but please call me Sara."

Again a pause, "Michael, you're kidding right? I can't believe this. Send me a pic, right now."

Seconds later I heard the alert and then heard Lynn gasp, "You're, Michael, you're a, you're a girl!"

After the initial shock she agreed to meet me the next afternoon for lunch near her office. Three down, twelve to go. I switched my focus to the server maintenance task, enjoying the feeling the honesty brought. I noticed that moving about the office today seemed different. I didn't bang or thump about, now I glided. Moving in the heels seemed close to natural. I had learned to move carefully near the corners of the server cabinets, having laddered two pairs of tights already earlier in the week.

I considered the invite for a glass of wine. The girls were simply being nice; we hadn't spent any time together offsite before today. Then I considered what I would wear tomorrow to meet Lynn. The life changes were clearly more work than guys dealt with, but I'd selected this change. Therefore I had to own it, and not complain.

The office phone rung, "Hello, you've reached the GreenServer, how may we be of assistance?"

"Hello, I'm glad I've caught you before you close for the evening. This is Angelica Norton. I think we may have met this afternoon at InteriorBent. Is this Michael?" It sounded as if she was calling from her car.

"I'm afraid it is not, I'm Sara. How can I be of assistance Mrs. Norton?"

She paused, "humm, OK Sara. Well I wanted to invite you to a meeting this Friday at 3pm. The girls from InteriorBent and I are getting together to better understand how we can mutual serve each others interests. Can you please join us? I would so like to meet you properly, Sara."

I agreed to the time but now I decided to walk over to the bar and discuss with Avery and Madison why a meeting was necessary. Along the way I reviewed the four encounters I'd had this afternoon including Lynn. Each woman had moved quickly passed the visible evidence of my transition, maybe pushed along by the sound of my voice. It surprised me that neither Avery nor Madison felt insulted by my mimicking a woman. And Lynn's tone changed instantly once she received the picture. Now Mrs. Norton seemed to accept me as well.

Next I needed to resolve how to present myself to the two male friends who I thought could tolerant my change and hopefully support me. Matt and Bill were riding club members, but Matt seemed a bit metro-sexual to Bill's simply being a gay man. Neither we're very sexual within the club context but I'd been out with Bill once. He clearly had a posse of gay boyfriends. Matt dated beautiful women that didn't seem quite smart enough for him therefore he was always starting a new relationship.

I realized I would could set these two meeting up via text, and just show up as the new Sara. I needed more time to properly plan these encounters though.

Arriving at the bar, Madison walked over to the door, her breasts still in my mind, "Come join us and a few friends."

An hour later I felt a bit drunk but more comfortable. Two more women who didn't know my history were now connected to Sara. We'd cover many subjects but I felt neither Avery nor Madison had told Emily and Delia about me.

"We'll walk back together OK Sara? Avery needs to do an errand and I left my car at the office as well."

Spending any time with Madison seemed like a bonus. She was dressed in nice black pants and a blouse, her heels taller than mine, maybe to compensate for her stature. She carried the conversation along the walk touching on how her and Avery had been lovers years ago but now each had moved on.

"I'm glad you've cleared that up Madison. Since I'd met you both the word 'Partner' was banging about in my head." Then she asked whether my changes were lead by sexual or emotion needs.

"That's a good question, but I'm still attracted to women. I'm not saying I'm gay or straight since I'm uncertain what that means to me now."

She stopped a moment under a tree. Her breasts were beautifully restrained by a lacy bra I saw clearly when close to her. "I've noticed the way you look at me Sara. Is it me or lust for my titties?"

I turned quickly away blushing, "Madison! I mean, yes, it's me lusting after your breasts. I have no way to understand, it's just not in my mind to imagine how such lovely breasts might feel on my body. Yes, so I do like breasts, and yours are especially nice." I'd turned back to face her.

"Does your curiosity mean we should discuss this in private, or is it just something every transfemme might want, bigger tits I mean?" She realized it was the later and we quietly started to walk again.

"You should get a few different sizes of falsies and try each. I assume you're using a mastic correct? Though small yours move nicely."

I wondered if I'd hurt her feelings, "You seem to know a bit about this."

As we walked she told of her second cousin's transition over four years ago. "She loved my tits too, but she settled on a nice medium rather than as large as mine. I'll have to introduce you two when Candice comes to town next month."

We'd reached the cars and said goodnight. I'd learned a bit about Mrs. Norton's intent to expand the building. The particulars would be discussed Friday.

Driving home I took care to watch my speed but I failed to make it through a yellow light. I saw the Police cruiser a moment later enter the roadway from a gas station. He followed me without signaling me for about a mile, than the car turned off at a side street. My anxiety was evident, perspiration seemed certain to cause my breast forms to release. 

That evening I planned my outfits for the next two days. Selecting my dress for the important meetings showed me that I needed to shop this Saturday. I didn't own sufficient office attire. I would need additional dresses, well and underwear too. I intended to wear my A-line red dress with the new beige 4 1/2" heels and nude hose for my lunch with Lynn. She hadn't ever wore a suspender and hose while we lived together and I decided I needed to feel as sexy as possible when I met the woman I recently loved, the last woman I had slept with. Thinking of her I now wondered why she hadn't enjoyed my oral loving. Something may have been wrong with my technique.

The meeting with Mrs. Norton would require a more professional look. I need two more suits but I won't buy one without getting it properly fitted. The alternatives for the Friday meeting were limited by my wardrobe. I could wear the sexy black pant that Cheryl had helped me select. Putting these on I realized I needed a heel, the cuff set for at least a 3 ½" heel. The white blouse with longer sleeves looked OK, but I was self-conscience of my bra beneath. Next I tried the simple black dress which fell just passed my knees. This felt much better but the heels would be black. The three pairs I had were possibly too sexy, only the 3 1/2" pair Cheryl had selected looked appropriate.

I slipped into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of the breast forms held by the adhesive. I wanted some a bit larger. The second set would be delivered on Friday morning and these would help my figure. Having washed my hair I considered a salon visit Friday for a touchup. After drying I went on-line to arrange the visit for 11am. I reached for my new black nightgown, my e-reader and settled into bed. I had been reading "Fingersmith" for the past three nights. Surprised by the sexy scenes and the dialog I was intrigued by the female characters. Sleeping with a woman while dressed as a woman didn't get me excited but being treated and handled by a woman, maybe submissive to that woman? That was a different story.

I intended to awaken early and do my yoga styled exercise and maybe a quick run as well. Now sleep and dreams took over.

"Thomas please go a little slower, you're here for my pleasure please." Mrs. Norton had summoned her chef and trainer. He had become her only male toy during the past twelve months. Her husband had failed to become erect nearly two years ago. Plastic toys were OK for a while. She'd hired Thomas as her trainer and surrogate ten months ago only to find that he could cook as well.

"Madam, I can understand your need, but you're just so wet, I can barely feel you. You're typically tight, but tonight, well I'd say, with respect Madam, you're sloppy wet. Who's turned on your juice?"

She realized that he was correct. Since she'd placed the call to Michael or Sara? Anyway the tenant lease was clear. She wouldn't use this detail to push her advantage over Sara. She wondered aloud, "have you ever screwed a boy," she hadn't meant to voice this thought.

"What do mean Madam, of course I've had boys before."

She hadn't been with Thomas for six years after she'd left New York. His bisexuality was what had pushed him off of the runway. Most of the male models wanted to play with men who were only into men. Thomas was too easily distracted by female beauty, and girls had the same opening as those male models for god's sake.

"Do you want me to move to your bum Madam?" He stopped awaiting her direction.

"No Thomas, I'm nearing peak, get back to it please."

Later Angelica considered her options. She couldn't remember ever feeling so spirited by another girl. This Sara was tall and trim but her look wasn't andro, well somewhat, but she was clearly submissive. At least Cora had taught her to recognize the manner and attitude of a sub. Her own training had advanced; she understood the protocols of the sub. The highpoint was understanding and setting 'limits'; to Cora training was the sub's life. The be all of love and existence.

Her posture and flexibility were important to Cora, though they didn't go for major restraints nor binding. Cora had spent two weeks just teaching her to pleasure herself. Angelica had moved quickly through the early stages of submission; attention and recognition, and their sexual interaction had progressed slowly as Cora applied her restrictions. Last month Angelica had finally come on command, and Cora had celebrated by penetrating her ass with a strap-on. Cora was training her other opening as a special place. Her Mistress was clear; she was to keep the passage prepared at all times. This increased Angelica's sense that it did not belong to her but to Mistress Cora.

Could she now apply her experience to successfully Domme this Sara? The possibility was new to her and the need seemed strong. Friday would be important but her plan would require care and patience.

The end of Phase One

To be continued,



A Year Ago Ch. 06



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the first story . . .

*****

Rising early I found a yoga show on a different network. This had a faster pace and even more focused core workout. I hadn't run outside since I'd started this change. Today was a perfect day to get out; the skies were clear and the temperature nice. I changed my shoes and grabbed my sunshades, music and key. Starting toward the school field I decided to just exercise on the streets and sidewalk. After walking aggressively for nearly half a mile I realized this wasn't smart. Having worn heels most of the past ten days I could sense my muscles tightening. I shifted to a slower pace. As I neared the school I moved to the track with a softer surface. 

Several others were on the path, one guy running sprints whizzed by me. A few minutes later he ran by again, then slowed his pace to cool down. I walked by and saw out of the corner of my eye his attention to my passing. A few minutes later he came near and waved to get my attention. The music in my ears allowed me to ignore him for a few more steps.

"Excuse me Miss, you dropped this," his hand held my key but the fob was missing. It must have fallen off. 

I stopped and removed the earbuds, "Oh thank you Sir. I would've searched for sometime for that when I discovered it missing."

He handed me the key from his gloved hands, "Why the gloves?" I asked.

"I do my workout on the grass; the mitts help me when the dew is high. See you around."

I watched him jog off to the center of the track and start his calisthenics, impressed with his physique. I returned to look for the fob on the track. It wasn't there. On the way back home I retraced my steps but didn't find the fob. My address was written on the panel but not my name. 

Back home I showered and took care of my weekly accounting while in my robe. I had about two hours before I was to leave for lunch with Lynn. She had texted me and confirmed the meet.

Getting ready I powdered my body and checked my nails; a minor touchup along the cuticle was quickly finished. I had tried several scents recently at the DrugFair but just grabbed a small bottle of White Linen. This seemed a silly way to project your presence, but selecting a scent would require a better selection. I shot a small amount on my torso and rubbed my wrists across my tummy. Better instruction would be necessary to get this correct. Looking at my naked body I wondered about the size of my breast forms. A little bit larger would look all right but too large wouldn't do. Cheryl had said these were a size five. The new set I'd ordered was a size six. 

The smaller forms had been in place less than a day but needed a little attention and the edge feathered with makeup. I stepped into the nude thong and tucked my little boys and pulled the panel taut. The lingerie set I'd selected was rose with ivory lace and there were six clasps on the suspender. I'd found some great stockings at Secrets-In-Lace, these were nude color with a bias welt in black. I put the matching thong on over the suspender. The chemise was rose as well, which wouldn't cause a worry if the strap were exposed. I removed it after I realized I'd missed the cincher. Before slipping it into place though I checked my waist; down just a bit, maybe 28 ½". With my waist cinched I was closer to 26". 

After trying twice to get the tone of the makeup right I cleansed again. Each attempt seemed over the top; I needed a lighter look. I found a website focused on wedding day techniques, when the light is strong. I soften my look by using less foundation and used peach and copper lightly around my eyes. The brown eyeliner was troublesome but with a steady hand I finally was happy with the look. The rhinestone hoops were a little easier to get in my ears today. Now I wished I'd set the appointment at the salon for today. I pulled the red dress over my head and it slid nicely to my shoulders. The new heels required a moment to get the straps just right. I walked about, over to the large hall mirror. Oops, my hair needed a brush. I returned to review the outfit. I felt great, though the heels might be taxing by late this afternoon. I had intended to go into the office after lunch. Maybe I should bring the 3" black heels as a backup.

Looking for my watch I noticed I had run out of time. I needed ten minutes to get to the Green and I wanted to be at the restaurant before Lynn. I grabbed the Audi keys and my bag. I'd have to get several more soon. One just wasn't sufficient. Driving in a 4 ½" heel was tricky, but it was a short ride. I was seated a few minutes before Lynn had arrived.

The restaurant had opened about six months earlier and I hadn't eaten here. From the table near the front window I watched Lynn park at the curb. She hadn't noticed me yet. She was dressed in a simple patterned green dress with a yellow waist belt. She looked like she'd dressed for me, including medium nude heels. She had her sunshades on and a letter shoulder bag of yellow. She moved reasonably well in the heels; something she didn't used to wear often. 

I stood as she turned to follow the Hostess, "Hello Lynn," we hugged lightly and she paused before sitting. Though it seemed appropriate, to me it was a weird moment.

"I'm simply speechless Mich, I mean Sara. You, you're simply lovely. Red is beautiful on you. I need to sit, seeing you is still a shock."

I'm certain I blushed and demurred to her praise as we settled ourselves, "You are so kind to come to see me Lynn."

"Hearing your voice Sara it is easier, there is no hint of the old Michael dear."

Sitting aside me she reached for my left hand, "I wanted to hate what you told me yesterday. Oh, look at those nails! Everything about you is a wow. How did you get so slim, yet with a real set of hips? Maybe a set of pads?"

I hadn't expected the question, "No, I've just got a big bottom I guess." She had said in the past that I had a round butt.

She smiled, "To make it worst Cynthia was with me with you called. Something weird is going on with her. But she was, I mean we both were dumfounded. Did someone help you with your makeup Sara, because you just glow. I'm crazy jealous of your waist."

I knew this would be an issue, "I've been dieting and keeping up with my workouts."

"Seeing you is surprising, but hearing you is crazy."

She was studying my face, hair and dress.

"You look a little older than twenty-six but you've got a reasonable style. Not over the top, well except you're in really high heels. I couldn't move around town in those."

I paused her, "Lynn, you are so nice to say these things, and it makes what could have been a hellish meeting OK. You can see how I've committed to this life change but having some support from you means a lot."

She said, "I can see you've developed a natural manner of a woman. A little more work and you won't ever be questioned."

"It's the deportment and manner training I've doing in my spare time."

She looked away for a moment as if thinking of something, "What would have been shocking was seeing the Michael you were just in a dress. That's not how your text image caught us. Cynthia was floored. I thought it might be a joke, then I saw your eyes. You could not be mistaken for a tranny Sara."

I considered this a moment, I wondered if there was more emotion in her statement. 

"I was worried Lynn, I felt that you might hate me for abandoning your love. More events than you stirred the change. Recent events, meaning Cynthia and the girls, were not the cause. I was surprise how quickly I could shift to this look. Crazy what a new hairstyle and makeup can do. So within a few weeks I'm becoming Sara. Many things will be difficult, I can't imagine taking a trip west to tell my parents. Maybe I'll leave them in the dark for a couple of weeks."

We had a small lunch and a glass of wine. She kept the conversation moving with news of her friends and work. An hour later we split the check and went out to the sidewalk.

As she was about to leave she said, "There will be difficulties and I will respect your request to contain the grapevine. I'll send Cynthia a text in a minute. The introduction to Sara should be on your terms."

We were at the curb standing, my heels tell me what she could see. These were quite tall. A car passed with a bunch of high school boys, whistling and calling out.

"Check out that Babe in the red, Whoa, what a tight butt! And the girl in green, she's a cutie too."

I blushed again, "Sara you're going to get a lot more of that. Be careful, and call me if you need any advice."

As I drove off I decided to take a moment and consider what had happened during lunch. I stopped at the south park. Lynn was kind and more forward than I remember about her warnings. She suggested I strongly consider a plan to explain my gender immediately, for the Police if necessary but for any angry guys.

"Some men will simply beat a tranny. I realize your life isn't by definition that now but the one loose cannon won't ask for an explanation. And set up that meeting with your friend's sister today, this afternoon isn't too soon Sara."

I decided I could trust my old lover, though there was something she wasn't sharing, sometime I couldn't figure but was aware of. She had a bit of remoteness at several moments during our conversation. I also felt now I should have toned everything down, my dress, the makeup and heels were too glamorous. She was overpowered rather than just being aware of my femininity.

"You still have, I mean, you're really still a boy, right?" That question had made me chuckle and it told me how strong the illusion had become. I was a woman, to her and the world. As I paused in the park I recalled an event from years ago. Lynn's comment reminded me that I was a boy not long ago.

When I was about twelve I delivered the afternoon paper near my neighborhood. The homes I served were much larger than ours. I generally saw only the women in these houses. One especially caused me to stir. Mrs. Todd always seemed to know just when I'd arrive at the stoop. I would open the tall glazed outer door as instructed to assure the paper wouldn't be damaged by any weather. Most days she would open the heavy wooden door just as I was bending down to set the folded newspaper on the sill. I'd turn to look up at a pair of heels and hose covered legs rising up to the hem of her dress. She was never in pants and always looked ready for a special visitor. 

As she spoke a simple greeting I would stand and hand her the paper, turn and leave smiling at the chance to have seen her legs again. Today this memory appeared causing me to consider other similar instances. Only once did I get a real thrill from Mrs. Todd. I'd stopped by to collect the fee and it was near Noon. She came to the door in a robe yet wearing high heels. When she turned to leave and close the door the robe moved and exposed her leg near to her groin. I saw the skin above the top edge of her stocking and the black clasp of the suspender. This image filled my fantasies; the sight of her legs fueled my boyhood nights.

I now looked to my own hose covered hairless legs. The stockings were held taut and the small bumps on my thighs where the clasps rested. The waxing had kept my legs smooth. Looking into the rearview mirror I wondered how long before my face and beard would require attention. I wondered how many months before I had a full head of hair, long enough to fall passed my shoulders.

Madison sent me a text with her cousin's law office number. The alert buzz caused me to think of arranging a visit to a doctor dealing in gender cases. Research that I'd read on-line indicated that some type of hormones might be helpful. An attorney would probably require some documentation from a physician to process the name and gender changes on my license. I guess on my passport as well. 

I arrived at the office around 3pm. The door to InteriorBent was wide open and I said a quick hello. 

"We heard you on the stairs Sara. Great shoes but how did you learn to walk in them so well?" asked Avery.

"Oh I just practiced a bit. See you tomorrow girls." From stomping about to proper posture and gait in ten days; I was surprised as well.

The need for secrecy had passed. I left my door open as well. Near 4pm Madison was walking back from the ladies and stopped, "We're going to get a glass of wine tomorrow evening. We'd love it if you could come, OK?"

"After the meeting with Mrs. Norton? Sure, that would be nice Madison. Thank you for asking."

I had searched for a gender doctor nearby without luck. I would have to travel about two hours to the City. I'd called and made the arrangements for the following week. They asked for my medical information but assured me they would not contact the Insurer until after my identity papers were filed. They would accept my credit card payment until then. I realized how many documents would require changing. I call Mary Thompson the attorney immediately. There was no sense in delaying the process. 

Her assistant said Mary expected my call and put me through.

After a brief introduction Mary gave me a couple of assignments to complete prior to a meeting. The process required a physician so we wouldn't meet until after my appointment. 

I left work early. I decided I wasn't happy with my planned outfit for tomorrow. I found myself at a small boutique on the Green. Madison had mentioned the store yesterday. An hour later I left with a knock-off Birkin bag in platinum leather and a feminine sheath dress in dull rose with a lace over layer by Spade. The saleswoman said my new heels work well with this 'ensemble'. The saleswoman didn't question my credit card.

The earlier plan was to contact Bill first and then Matt. I received a text from Matt as I left the boutique asking to meet for a drink and watch some of the Tour coverage. I didn't respond immediately considering the consequences but now I did, "Sure I'll look for you at Snead's at around 7pm".

Returning home I changed onto my Star jeans. Getting these on was easier than a week ago when Cheryl helped me select them. And my new heels looked great; too good actually. I put on the low-heeled shoe from Karan. The gray top was form fitting but I decided not to wear the cincher tonight. How I would approach Matt was on my mind since I'd sent the text. He would be there ahead of me and at our spot at the far end of the bar, the TV area the pub set for alternative sports. The Tour de France wasn't mainstream here. I knew he'd be alone, but the discussion needed to be considered.

'Hi Matt', 'Hello, how'd you know my name?' 'It's me, Michael' 'Get out of here'; it could be hell.

It could get tough if he was challenged but I felt he could be trusted to restrain himself. I considered sending a text image, but he would just laugh it off. It was better to just quietly tell him who and what I'd become. I also needed to be aware of his latest girlfriend failure. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. Just then I got a text, "I'll be there in ten".

I had to get moving. The bar was ten minutes away and I didn't want him sitting there too long. It was a good-looking guy and might attract someone.

The parking wasn't crowded and as I made my way through the vestibule I saw him at the far end, the bartender just taking his order. As I moved along the long bar a couple of guys smiled, one saying, "Can I get you drink?"

I continued right to Matt's spot, taking the stool next to him.

"Excuse me Miss, that seat is being used." His attention on the Tour he didn't even turn to look at me.

I sat down slowly, "Ahh, Matt, ahh it's "

Now he was looking at me, "Excuse me, that stool is for my buddy."

I smiled and turned on the seat to look directly at him, "Matt, it's me, Michael."

There was no recognition in his eyes, than he stood up a bit, "Excuse me?"

I had my license in my right hand and I placed it on the bar. He looked down to it, then back to me. I moved it closer in silence, and he read the name.

Shaken Matt sat back down and turned his head to me, a quizzical look, his forehead wrinkled, "Michael?"

After fifteen minutes of anxiety he had the basic understanding of how his buddy could allow the changes. He was bugged out by sitting close to me. I realize it was an error to revert to our chummy behavior. He needed space as there was a certain coldness in his manner and speech.

After ordering a shot and another beer he stood, pushing the stool away a little. "The name Sara is going to take awhile to get into my head. The visual of you versus Michael is so unsettling, and your body. Did you drop so weight?"

I explained that with the yoga and walking I had probably lost a few pounds, maybe I was nearing 130. I didn't share the details of my using the cincher, nor my waxing. 

He had trouble looking me in the eye, "It's just, for god's sake Michael, you look incredible. Shit, I've had to stare off three guys who you haven't seen approaching."

Taking that as a pause I excused myself to visit the restroom, "Wish me luck. This is a first!"

I moved through the moderate crowd and stood waiting for the single Ladies room to be vacant. A minute later another girl came to wait, "I hate bars that have extra guys stalls."

"As long as it's clean I'll stand the wait."

She turning back to look at the crowd, "Yeah, I guess. Hey, don't look but there's a guy tracking you honey, cute but a little too much facial hair."

I listened and didn't shift, "Why do you say it's me he's interested in rather than yourself?"

She'd turned toward me, "You're kidding right? I'm looking at him and can see where is eyes are targeted. Your turn Babe." 

The stall was empty. I sat to pee for the first time in a public room. I wondered about the seat. The office restroom was only used by the girls. Negotiating the double thong was tricky but the flatness of my mound in the jeans was worth the inconvenience.

Returning to the bar I saw that Matt was watching the Tour, then he caught sight of me. He watched me moving through the now crowded room, staring. As I sat down I asked, "What's wrong? You look troubled."

He turned back to the Tour, "This isn't what I'd hoped to be doing tonight. I wanted to forget about my girl problems. Now I have a new one."

I smiled and swiveled my knees slightly to the right, noticing the suspender clasp bumps. I hadn't removed my hose.

"I'm not interested in you that way Matt."

He needed a big gulp, than said, "That's not what I was implying, I needed Michael to console me, distract me with chatter about the Tour, riding, cars. Anything other than what we've been discussing; girls."

The Tour coverage had ended and we decided to leave. I had to insist I cover the tab.

Out in the parking yard he came clean, "Sara it was surprising how I enjoyed watching you walk to the ladies room. Damn it I know you're a guy, but watching your tail, well. You're not really a guy now, so I watched your butt wiggle and your impact on the others in the bar."

His hands were in his pants pocket, not due to the chill. He was nervous and started to talk about it.

"Sara, I don't know where you put Michael, I assume you still have his boy stuff. Your transformation is shocking. If you hadn't done the license thing I wouldn't have known you. I've ridden with you, behind you, but never had I looked at your butt like I did tonight. Not just me Sara. There were three or four guys hot after your stroll to pee."

I was leaning against the Audi door. He was shifting about, a bit like a tiger in a small cage.

"I'm glad you came out to me Sara. Doesn't that usually mean your gay? But you like girls. So are you then a lesbian? I don't know what I'm talking about, just nervous around your new beauty, OK?"




A Year Ago Ch. 06



I didn't say anything, waiting to determine whether he was done, "Please understand that though I'm different, a girl in so many ways, I'm still your friend, and friends need one another. Please don't disappear Matt, I mean it."

He just walked to his car and didn't say anything else.

Once in the house I checked the mail. There was a package in a nondescript brown box. It was the larger silicone forms. Removing one I was surprised by the weight. The breast was a little bigger than I'd imagined, not huge but more likely a full C cup. My present ones were a B cup. I saw the hour and quickly showered. While enjoying the stream of water I was thinking of Matt's response to my news. I wondered if the bar meeting, the license, was the best way to initiate the new contact. Yet he had understood, didn't walk out nor did he get mean. What more could I have asked for?

I decided to not remove the smaller forms until the morning. I might miss them and not sleep well. I knew it would be an interesting day.

The beginning of Phase Two

To be continued,



A Year Ago Ch. 07



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the story . . .

*****

I didn't sleep well, arising several times to clear the beer from the evening with Matt. His look was on my mind. Lying awake for nearly an hour I wondered about attracting men. Of course I'd considered this after my first walk in the Green. The man offering to buy me a drink that evening wasn't guilty nor was I but I needed some reflection. Matt's comments showed me how my life change might upset some men I actually knew and liked. I fell off to sleep trying to not think of Matt. He was two years older and rode four days a week. He was unlike many riders due to his size, nearly two hundred but over an inch taller than me and in great shape.

I got up to pee and I checked my weight; I was 130 pounds for the first time since I'd turned eighteen. The night was long, but I did fall back asleep, waking an hour late.

The workout yesterday had helped calm me so I checked my E-mail as I made the coffee. Dressing in my sports bra reminded me I would need time to remove the forms and attach the new set. I studied the new set instructions and noted that the adhesive was different. The package included a two-part removal. I used the towelette and the smaller forms were easily removed. Getting this done would allow my skin to breathe while I did my routine.

I only did a short workout, since without the forms I felt a little lost. I tried using an underwire bra holding the forms beneath the sports bra but still felt strange. I stayed dressed in my sweats and did some work on my invoices. I'd gotten a great new account this week and their payment strengthened my receipts for the month. Without having started this business venture I might not have had the freedom to pursue the new world that being Sara was allowing. The expansion of the business had occurred each month, but this new client had nearly doubled the income.

My work plan for today was a bit unsettled. I intended to dress and get to the salon before 11am. I was running at least thirty minutes late and I still needed to attach the new breasts. I changed out of the sweat pants and sneakers. Thankfully these came with a layout template that took the anxiety of positioning them away. Once the larger forms were set I put on my new white bra without disturbing the forms and rolled my hips off of the bed and stood. Moving to the mirror to see how well the template had helped I was happily surprised by the subtle bounce that my heels provided. I stared that my reflection wearing the white bra and thong. Clearly this was the new me. Due to my thinning waist and the new size breasts I had a figure. I reached to the dresser for the tape; my waist measured 28". I would still use the cincher for another few weeks but a new slightly smaller one.

The new sheath dress was hanging near and I was so excited I grabbed a full slip and stepped into it. The zip wasn't difficult because it had a long pull temporarily attached. Returning to the mirror I wished my hair was growing faster. Without makeup I looked too much like a tomboy in the dress. I also noted that black heels were so wrong with this dress. I removed the beautiful dress carefully and re-hung it. Pulling on a pair of my old boy jeans, I needed to snug the belt two holes tighter, and slipped on my heels. I got my keys and headed to the Audi.

The car started roughly, the battery was still original. I paused and called for a service appointment for Monday to have a new battery installed and to have the oil changed. The salon appointment was with the same woman who done my hair ten days before. I'd assumed that she would recall me, due to her running gender conversation. I was still unsure whether she knew I was a boy. When I arrived and asked for Deirdra she came to the front to meet me.

"Thanks for asking for me. You're Sara right?"

Forty minutes later my hair looked wonderful. Deirdra had worked some magic; short hair styling seemed to be her specialty.

Deirdra said as she washed my hair, "I get all of the girls like you that made a quick decision and chopped off their mane. Surprising how many do it at home, I wished they come in before cutting. Maybe they feel someone will talk them out of doing it. Anyway, I see quite a few dykes too." Her conversation went on and on. She didn't seem to recognize me.

"Don't you recall helping me a week or so ago? You mentioned Cara Delevingne, the model as a style cue."

"But she's got long straight hair Sara. I'll grant you the, well your brows and full lips are similar, yeah sorta, but you're short about sixteen inches of hair girl. I do remember cutting your hair, but I think this style works better."

I wanted her to focus on making me beautiful and asked that the nail girl attend to my nails. I selected the color Rose Bowl that she said would cure to a 'soft fleshy red'. When I was finished I arranged for a separate appointment for a waxing. I had waited to determine how many days passed before there was any sign of my beard. Nearly four days and I was still smooth. We set the date for next Thursday afternoon.

The Audi started up without an issue and I headed home to get ready for the office. I was quite excited to have a dress so beautiful. I was looking forward to my new lingerie as well. The platinum set came with a lacy bra with a C cup. I hoped the new forms worked with it. Purchasing underwear on-line, especially bras, was guessing. The white full coverage bra would be a backup if there was an issue.

Driving along I considered how I enjoyed the larger breasts. Madison's were substantially larger. I knew I would never want to have a chest that large. These thoughts stimulated a search within me for the initial event that started my transition. Was that video the only signal?

I had gone out with simple makeup, mascara and lipstick, and I needed to do my face properly. Meeting this new landlord, Mrs. Norton, should have been unimportant, but something about the telephone conversation lead me to take additional care. The dress was nearly $400 so I clearly was trying to impress.

I read on-line that many transfemmes had issues settling their sexual interests, which seemed correct. I recalled the salesman who'd helped me a week ago avoid the boys. I didn't understand how I might act in a relationship like that. His semi-hardness had clearly excited me but was that because I was thinking of his cock or caused by the awareness that I could make him want to bed me? I hadn't ever considered anal sex so there was quite a bit of road to travel to allowing a man to actually sleep with me.

Getting the right office look for my makeup required a second try, but I made notes this time. Removing and re-starting took twenty or so minutes. Time I wouldn't always have available. Slipping the new lace bra on I settled the new breasts into the cups and went to the bath to check the edge detail. A little more work was required to conceal the edge of these new falsies.

Mrs. Norton's coyness regarding 'Michael' aside, I was trying to develop my female personality based on what I'd been as a male: an independent, self-actualized, businessperson. My financial security was increasing but I needed to re-establish the important relationships in my life. Michael's friends could become Sara's but each friend would be on their unique schedule. I couldn't force them to accept me as a woman. My only hoped was that they might be willing to see this new person.

There was something new to me in relating with lesbians. Defining my sexual interest seemed simple; I loved women. Their bodies smooth, scented and delicate were my goal. The softness of touch required to bring on their release was amazing. Such care I thought I possessed but Lynn had left me without saying my lovemaking was at fault. Yet the fantasy stirred by Mrs. Todd was alive. As a lesbian would I be more submissive than I'd been as a male? I considered the way Lynn, and almost every woman I'd slept with, were in bed. I would assure their climax before even considering my own. I just saw their needs as a challenge to meet and could be comfortable only once they were sated. Was my sexual pleasure equal to theirs or subordinate?

I clipped the suspender belt into place wondering if pantyhose would be a smarter choice. The dress hem might ride up and I'd feel odd if the girls found out I was dressed in sexy hose. I selected a sheer pair of fine pantyhose instead. Pulling the garment up to just below my hips I realized that my boy parts were more secure in the pantyhose.

On-line I'd seen an interesting stat: in some European countries young men prioritize their woman's orgasms ahead of their own. This was a cultural change from the previous generation, when women's sexual satisfaction was muted. As a male was I trying to orgasm or was simple ejaculation the goal? What I tried to achieve with my partners was more comprehensive and deep. The world's languages, our art and experience, even the details of the female body, enable a woman to let the other inside; let a man penetrate her body.

I wasn't really attracted to neither Avery nor Madison. Well maybe Madison's breasts were still on my mind, but Mrs. Norton's look across the office two days ago hung with me. She was quite beautiful and something transpired between us in that moment. She clearly knew her husband's rental was with Michael, not a woman named Sara. On the telephone my manner was assertive, trying to maintain a balance. Yet her look that afternoon had caused me to stumble my words and moved me to run. I'd roamed about on lesbian and submissive websites over the passed few evenings and saw certain behaviors that reminded me of myself. I of course wasn't a true female let alone a sub but I needed time to understand the role my gender may have in terms of my sexuality. I wouldn't rush anything.

I found my new cincher, this one a bit smaller, and clipped it into place. The neckline of the dress exposed more cleavage and I had to find the correct chemise. The ivory one looked best and after pulling the dress over my hips and zipping in I walked to the mirror. Wrong shoes again!

It was now clear to me. My goal seemed to be to adapt to this condition of femininity and the need to allow one within. Could I surrender to the process consciously? Here was the core of my submissiveness. Previously I considered my dressing as an emulative activity; to try and be female. There was a great deal of lesbian activities shown on-line and aniligus seemed to be pretty widely enjoyed. But anal penetration required special preparation. It seemed that many women did enjoy this form of intercourse, but care and patience were required. The external appearances were something ten days ago I sought to achieve. Now I realized I would need to modify my body, more specifically I'd need to create a means of allowing someone to enter my body.

I shook with this thought. Seeking to understand why I dressed had turned to a major new sexual activity. I was really late now. I went to the closet and slipped on the strapped beige 4 1/2" heels carefully and stepped back to the long mirror in the hall. Yesterday I considered my outfit a bit too much for poor Lynn. She didn't say anything negative but I felt she was thinking I was dressed like a Barbie. Today I wasn't interested in her feelings. I had a new dress and would strut into the meeting with a smile on my face.

The dress hung perfectly and my legs and heels look correct together, the sheen of the hose soft rather than shiny, Deirdra's work was subtle and looked great, but I'd forgotten my earrings and bangles. Using the bath mirror I still had trouble getting the studs of the hoops in the tiny holes. With my hands close to my face I realized my new nail color and the lipstick I'd used wasn't the best. I needed something different. The last trip to DrugFair I'd picked up three tones of ShuUemura. The rouge worked much better. It was after 1pm when I swung my long legs into the driver's seat.

Riding to the office I considered my small group of friends. Only two knew of my changes. Matt and Lynn were supportive but what of the others? I needed friends and making new ones as a woman may prove more difficult. Most guys would be impossible now. Getting into my panties would be their drive, not enlightened conversation on Maslow's Hierarchy nor the sports scores. Never again would any of the riding club see me as able to pull my load. I remember watching Sheila's difficulty. She is a butchy lesbian and insists the guys treat her equally. She is capable but they only allow her to cut the wind on the shorter rides. I'd watched her butt many times, and now wondered if there was any future for me in the club. Matt had stated it clearly; 'never had I looked at you butt like I did tonight.'

Pulling to a stop I grabbed my new bag and rolled my legs out of the Audi. This simple action caused me to pause. So many actions made me feel feminine yet the need to allow someone inside wouldn't leave me. How does one prepare for this alternative sexual act?

Looking up I noticed Avery on the phone; she waved and turned back to her business. I entered the office and heard an alert. There was a server failure. These weren't uncommon but require immediate attention. The site was down due to a network server issue. After doing the analysis I was able to reset the application server and the site reloaded. Carrying on with this focused work allowed me to lose track of the time. The phone rang.

It was Avery, "Sara, Mrs. Norton has just arrived. She's in the parking lot. See you in three minutes?"

"Thanks for the call. Yes, I'll be there shortly."

I went to the window and discretely saw her stepping from the BMW. She was dressed in an ivory A-line dress with capped sleeves, a lace bodice and soft gray heels. Her hair was partially up and she had a simple rose colored square city bag in her right hand. She couldn't have seen me but she looked up to the window as she moved toward the door.

I realized I should check myself having been hard at the server reset. I stepped into the ladies to confirm I looked presentable. Wondering softly why I cared what this woman thought I almost collided with Angelica.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Norton, I didn't hear you," I was blushing as she extended her right hand after shifting her bag.

"Don't apologize, you must be Sara. I'm happy to meet you. I just need the restroom a moment." She pressed my hand and smiled.

I went to the doorway of InteriorBent, "Mrs. Norton is in the ladies. I nearly bumped her to the floor. I'm clumsy in these heels sometimes."

The girls turned and smiled, Avery saying, "Come and sit on the sofa Sara. Wow, what a beautiful dress. You're quite a clothes horse, and you've got an eye for color too."

Mrs. Norton was at the door, smiling.

Phase Two

To be continued,



A Year Ago Ch. 08



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the story. . .

*****

As I entered InteriorBent I noted that Avery was wearing a dress and Madison was in heels and a skirt. Her medium pumps were saddle colored with a rolled nose. Those breasts were settled in a gray brassiere I noted. Avery's dress was at least 3" above the knee and she wore slingbacks in black. The three of us had clearly dressed for this meeting. I turned to sit and paused to observe Angelica as she entered. 

The last time I had a chance to see her I hadn't paid careful attention. Now my eyes looked directly on her. She had a lovely figure, the V-neck of the dress highlighting her comfortable bosom. Though her breasts were smaller than Madison I enjoyed watching her move. She looked very seductive. I glanced to her hand to study the beautiful bag, but then my eyes fell to her legs and the 4 ½" polished gray heels. Her legs looked especial sexy in a pair of full-fashion silk hose. 

As Angelica moved through the door she started speaking, "Thank you girls for agreeing to meet this afternoon. I'll try to keep our discussion short so you three can get back to your work."

Avery and Madison moved to meet her and they cheek kissed, "Don't be concerned about the time. We can sit here for the discussion Mrs. Norton?"

Avery moved to sit beside me, her short dress riding up to mid-calf, and Angelica sat across the coffee table from me. As she settled and crossed her legs, my eyes were following and I saw the small bumps on her upper thighs of the suspender clasps beneath her lacy dress. I was distracted by my thoughts, watching as her hem slid up a bit. She glanced at me and noted my eyes. She was smiling as I looked back to her face. 

"I'd like to apologize for the other afternoon Mrs. Norton. I was a little out of sorts," demurely I cast my eyes down again. I quickly moved my expression to a smile and looked to her eyes. She had aqua blue eyes and her soft makeup was perfect.

"There is no need to apologize young lady. I could see you needed Avery's counsel. I love your outfit Sara. It's a beautifully fitted dress. You're lucky to be so tall."

She addressed the three of us, describing her intent to add space. A developer would be modifying the building and parking. She continued describing the changes to be encountered later in the fall. She needed our approval since we had long-term leases. She recommended that we await the detailed plans before signing off on the changes and the temporary space agreement.

"Well I am glad to see you all support this plan. Can I offer you to come to my home tomorrow for dinner and cocktails? It would be us four and three others, a close woman friend and two gentlemen."

We were all delighted to shift the focus to a party and agreed to arrive around 6pm.

"I'll send you the directions via e-mail. Sara, can I get an updated address please?"

I realized that the lease had both my name as Michael and the .com e-mail was Michael as well. Her smile was interesting for she truly needed no other evidence of my gender change. Yet there was something attractive in the way her eyes looked at me. I crossed my legs, the material of my fashion hose announcing the move with a distinct swish.

We had finished the agenda and we turned to simple gossip and fashion, "Oh, I almost didn't, ahh, Madison. You were going to search for an old plan my late husband had given you. Any luck dear?"

I watched as Madison jumped to attend to her request. Her breasts swaying beneath the translucent white blouse. "It's just here Mrs. Norton."

Angelica stepped closer and brushed by my arm as she moved to follow Madison's reach. The touch wasn't sexual but my body released a bit of fluid. She was very attractive and I couldn't resist being a little submissive. 

"Sorry I was in the way Mrs. Norton."

"Sara, we're just bumping into each other today. Please, girls, call me Angelica rather than my formal surname. Don't worry, I like you all and I won't bit." She moved toward the door to leave, the old plans in her hand.

After she was outside I saw she'd forgotten her bag, "I'll bring it to her. See if you can get her attention at the window."

We met in the Vestibule, "Thank you for bringing it to me Sara. I'm looking forward to tomorrow evening dear."

She kissed my cheek lightly, a first for me, "You do look splendid dear and those heels are a perfect color for the dress." She held my hand as she continued.

"The others may not have told you, but you do look beautiful."

I thanked her for her compliment and turned to the stairs. I paused a brief moment to watch her enter the BMW. Her legs flashed me and I smiled. She was easier than I'd allowed. I was attracted to another woman. Maybe I would be a lesbian. She didn't seem put off by my change. She might be good to get to know. A new female friend perhaps.

Returning to the girl's office I asked, "What does one wear to a dinner party?"

"No Sara, a mixed dinner party." Madison clarified the invite, "Therefore you'll need a cocktail dress, maybe a LBD?"

"I've got two that may be suitable, but I'll visit the Boutique before we meet this evening." We cheek kissed. 

"Oh, and Angelica kissed me as well, down at the stairs." I smiled and headed to my office. With my heels quiet at the door I heard them speaking about me. I slipped inside, the door still wide open.

"She is doing remarkably well. Less than two weeks and she's figured how to act just a little submissive. Mrs. Norton was quite taken with her, right Avery?"

"Absolutely, there were some sparks flying. She'll need to be careful. We know how some Lesbos can take control, don't we Avery?"

I finished my tasks and closed up a little early. I might need to be fitted for a new dress, and we were meeting at the Wine Bar before 6pm. 

As I passed their office I stuck my head in a moment, "I appreciate your concern girls. I am aware of Angelica's interest."

Avery turned and approached the door, "Sara, don't underestimate her. She'll have you between her legs in a heartbeat. I've seen that 'look' before. That woman is a cougar."

I turned quickly but added, "Maybe she's just what this girl needs, and she does have a great pair of legs." I giggled as I left them.

As I entered the boutique I saw what I hoped would fit me. A perfect tank dress with a patterned lace over the black-tulle backdrop.

The saleswoman smiled, "That dress did you well. I'm glad you're back." I'd almost forgotten I was wearing the Spade frock she'd sold me a few days earlier.

"Thanks for the help with the fit. I was just complimented about it." I moved to the mannequin, "Do you think I may fit this one?"

She came to help, "It's a size six, let me check if we've got this in an eight. It's a Gaultier, but reasonable."

I waited while she checked and reviewed a pair of pumps, shiny and tall.

She returned in a few minutes, "Yes we have the Gaultier, but I may need to take the butt in a little. Please try it on and we'll see."

I left twenty minutes later with the shoes, the dress and a new bracelet. Thanks to the monthly invoices these weren't a problem. I put them in the Audi and walked over to the Bar. 

A late model Porsche SUV slowed as I crossed the street to allow me to step to the curb. I noticed the guy driving, turning only slightly, and smiled as he watched me walk across the Green.

Avery and Madison introduced me their friend, a plump woman name Darcie who worked in the Bank next door to us. We couldn't talk about the expansion with her so we enjoyed the wine and ordered a simple dinner.

"Oh, I did buy a new dress. I'm officially a size eight. Is there a reward for that?"

Madison smirked, "Just remember, it will change girl. You're with us now; we don't compare nor compete."

"And the size varies for each designer and manufacturer. You might be in a six in a Dolce but a 10 in another. Just be happy you've found a way to control your diet," Avery smiled lightly as she said this.

Darcie didn't seem to mind my comment, "You do look great. Exercise is essential, and clearly I need a lot more of it. But I like to eat too, And drink wine."

Just then I saw the man from the SUV approaching our booth, "Hello ladies. I wondered if I could speak with your friend a moment?"

Thankfully I was stuck in the middle of the booth, "And who are you?" Avery asked.

He looked directly to me, "Sorry, I apologize for my manners. I'm Brian Hall. I saw your girlfriend on the Green a few minutes ago. I wanted to ask her to join me for a drink, but maybe another time. I'll send over another round. Thank you for allowing me to interrupt." 

Darcie said, "Thank you for the wine, and her name is Sara."

He nodded and turning slowly headed to the bar.

"He's presumptuous," I said quickly as he was gone. "I simply smiled as he let me pass."

"Well we got a free drink on your smile Sara," said Darcie. "And he was gorgeous!"

That evening I got home near 9pm, a little woozy from the wine. I'd spent a few minutes earlier on-line reviewing the cleansing of my colon as a preparation for anal penetration and stopped to pick up a special enema kit. The decision to prepare my bottom was similar to the others I made recently. The need to allow someone inside my body seemed appropriate for a woman even as I had no intention of allowing a man to enter my bottom. I would attempt this sexual act alone to see if there was anything special about penetration. My bottom was private and I intended to keep it so. 

The order for my phallus shaped toys wouldn't arrive until next week. I'd bought four different toys, small to medium in size after reviewing the alternatives the day before. The number of versions and materials available surprised me. One made of stainless steel was quite expensive. Having researched these toys I felt it would be best to have alternatives. I also bought a special three-plug kit to help me train my opening for eventual penetration. 

I intended to try the cleansing this evening. I would consider the process successful if I felt comfortable and clean. Penetration wasn't my goal. I removed my dress and undergarments and filled the bag. An hour later I felt surprising better about the process. Somehow having expelled the dirty material from my opening changed its function. 

I'd found that there were different reasons why women enjoyed anal sex. I'd allowed that I might become aroused by anal sex, by the thought that I was submitting to some extent. But I was by myself. My bum was clearly part of my new feminine identity. I'd previously overlooked the opening between my cheeks. Now I saw it as part of my anatomy. The prejudice of my male mind had been slain. I was a woman, had a place to receive, to be penetrated, if I choose. I went to the full mirror wearing only my heels and wiggled my butt while watching my cheeks move. 

I decided to explore my body and moved to the bedroom. Taking my time while lying down I breathed deeply and slowly began exploring my opening with my fingers. I had a small bottle of lube as aide to allow my digit into my bottom. I became aroused as a second finger entered my hole. It might have been the preparation together with the wine. The mental stimulation had been going on for well over an hour. I was very relaxed as I played and a moment later I climaxed. I hadn't touched my penis! I was soon asleep.

Saturday I awoke worried about the evening. I had been around women for the greater part of the past twelve days. I still hadn't even shared my changes with my other close friends and tonight I would be attending my first dinner party in heels and a dress meeting strangers! I'd planned to take a bath this afternoon to relax.

Drinking my coffee I checked my E-Mail. Evidently the company supplying my new sex toys must be quite near to my town. The package was 'out for delivery'. After lunch the bell rung. The boxes from Nordstrom and the toy company were piled on the porch. I enjoyed opening the Nordstrom packages; a new pair low-heeled shoes, warm up pants and some cosmetics. The plainly wrapped box remaining was from the toy supplier. 

Inside I found the new anal plugs, a stainless dildo, two silicone real skin dildos and a thin but longer double head dildo. I was surprised to be excited by the fake phallus. Since last evening I hadn't thought about my explorations. I decided to try the small sized plug. I found the lube and returned to the bed. I was wearing my exercise shorts and sports bra. I didn't bother to remove my thong, but turning onto my side I slowly eased the now warm plug passed my anal muscles. Maybe I was anxious for it took me a minute or two to feel it seat tightly within me. I wondered what I could do while this toy was inside me? The Cherry website suggested that a beginner allow a week of active use of the kit.

I went to the kitchen and started the cleanup. After five minutes I was aware it was there and it was stimulative but I could remain focused. I finished the kitchen, but could I do the vacuuming? I started but had to pause. This toy was making me ooze. I returned to the bed, removing it. I noted that I was quite clean from last evening's douche, but I cleaned the plug and set it aside to complete my housework.

Later just as I prepared the bath I re-inserted the small plug. I used the new Chanel bath foam for the first time. The long soak was comfortable. After twenty minutes I stood and removed the small device, and lubed the medium plug. This one slipped into place easily, maybe due to the relaxing bath. I considered how the flared end held my opening. This one was nearly 4" long, longer then my now shriveled little cock. The plug remained inside me until I started to dress for the party.

I reviewed my outfit and selected the black and rose lingerie set, which included a suspender. The hose I selected had soft red colored welts but were nude in tone. The Stuart pumps were quite tall but I hadn't measured them. I was actually excited. The anal play had proven more enjoyable than I thought. It somehow made me aware I truly was different now. I wasn't randy for a cock but knowing a little more than yesterday was a good feeling. The anxiety had passed. 

I started my makeup with a moisturizer and a light foundation. My eyelashes weren't very long so I applied a second coat of mascara. The lip liner was becoming too much work for daywear but this was an evening affair. I was pleased with the highlights and color.

I had also purchased a small bottle of Chanel no. 5 with the bathfoam and lightly dabbed my wrists, touching my throat. I'd seen that some women also place a small amount behind their knees. I turned to look at my face. I didn't look much like a boy even without makeup but I realized now that I wanted to alter my small Adam's bump and maybe raise my brow just a bit. Though Theresa's work on my eyebrows was still looking OK I had to pluck the newly grown hair. I needed more skill before I could feel good about changing the shape.

Turning to the full mirror I considered whether I could go braless. The dress would look good either way. I just wondered. My confidence was too weak. I needed some real boobs. My little cock wasn't as much a problem. I tucked the boys and naked stood looking at my body. Was there a future without a penis? I didn't think I would go that far. I slipped a small nude thong up my legs.

I clipped the small cincher into place and fastened my hose to the sexy suspender and nestled my breasts into the demi-brassiere. These six clasp garments were better at holding the full-fashion hose up. Finally I pulled the black and rose thong into place. Using the second panty really was the way to flatten my bump. The new chemise was the perfect length. I wanted the new dress to fall perfectly. The fitting was unnecessary but the dress was quite snug. My necklace and the new bracelet were all that was remained. I won't wear a watch tonight. I had a fifteen-minute drive to Angelica's home. 

She was coy in her E-mail. I could sense she was attracted to me but we both knew I had boy bits. How strange to have her 'wanting to get to know you'. There was no mention of the other girls. I slipped the new tall heels on and grabbed my new red clutch and slipped the essentials in; Lipcolor, compact and my cards. Black dress and heels, sheer nude stockings on a leggy blonde. How could she resist me?

I was getting ahead of myself. I paused, thought about how to remain calm and closed the door as I swept my legs into the seat. I was off to a party in the Audi!

End of part Eight

To be continued



A Year Ago Ch. 09



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the story . . .

*****

I hadn't driven on these roads for several years, and not in the evening. The countryside was beautiful as the sun slipped lower casting golden rays on the young hay fields. The Audi wasn't running well and I considered calling the Garage to move the appointment when it just died. I was able to pull on to the shoulder. I was uncertain, but I guessed I was about a mile from Angelicas' home. The heels made walking untenable. Sitting there a moment I failed to see the pickup truck stopped behind me. 

I was startled. "Excuse me Miss,"

There was a man at the side of my car. "Sorry to surprise you, but do you need a hand?"

His face was nice, I smiled, "I sure could use a lift to the Norton house. I think my battery is dead."

He moved away form the door to allow me to get out, "I'm supposed to be there. Is it about a mile?" 

I was careful to hold my legs together and prevent my hem from riding too high. I didn't want him to see my hose.

He smiled, "Oh I'd say closer to a mile and a half but I can get you there alright. My dirty truck has a reasonably clean seat. I don't want to ruin your lovely dress Miss."

I turned to see an old Chevy, "Thank you for the offer. I'm Sara," extending my hand.

"Joe, I live up the road a bit."

Once in the truck I was happy the dress wasn't too short. I kept still as Joe drove to the Norton gate, "I don't know what happened. I have an appointment to have it checked, I mean the battery."

He turned to look at me, "I was just behind you Miss Sara. Your taillights were dim. I'd guess you lost a belt for the alternator. I don't think it's the battery."

We arrived at the large house and I thanked Joe, "I'll have my mechanic get that off the road tonight. Thank you for the assistance Joe."

The view beyond the house, which faced east, was a soft setting sun, not a cloud in the sky. I saw Madison's Ford. Three other cars were at the door as well.

"I'd wait until the morning Miss Sara. No one will mess with it. Good night and say hello to Mrs. Norton." I watched him turn the old Chevy and leave.

As I walked to the door it opened and a young woman wearing a black uniform smiled, "You must be Miss Sara. Did Joe bring you?"

I shared the car problem as she escorted me to the Library, "He said I should have the tow truck pick it up in the morning. Do you think that's OK?"

"I'll check with Thomas. He'll know if that's acceptable. My name is Jenn." She was a brunette with her shoulder length hair held up in her cap.

I entered the room and a man near the doorway introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Blair Lace and you must be Sara."

I said hello as he took my hand and kissed it, "I'm a bit late." 

I wasn't comfortable with his gesture but I was still learning the ways that a woman is moved about by those around her. Blair was wearing a tuxedo, which made me happy I had dressed appropriately. 

Blair had taken my arm as we stepped into the carpeted room. I saw Madison was wearing a chocolate dress with cream heels and Avery had on a LBD similar to mine. 

Angelica turned from her conversation and seeing me approached, "Sara, you've met Blair. Blair runs a small software design company. Come meet the others and have a glass of Moet."

Angelica stepped nearer and kissed me, a little too close to my lips, whispering as she did, "He's got a great body, humm?" 

I whispered back, "He's definitively good looking Angelica, but I guess I like girls." 

As we parted I said, "I'm sorry I'm a little late. I had a little car trouble. Your neighbor Joe gave me a ride. My car is along the road."

She seemed to not hear me, "How nice. You've probably lit his interest as well."

Was she testing, looking for how I handled a man? Her statement seemed intent on annoying me. Or maybe she was just distracted by the other guests?

She introduced me to the two other guests I didn't know, "Sergi is staying with me while he's into town, and this is my dear friend Cora."

This Sergi wasn't a handsome man and his suit didn't fit him nicely. I stepped toward Madison but Cora came to say something as Angelica crossed the room to speak with Avery.

Cora was about Angelica's age, a little taller and dressed in a magnificent black lace dress that fell passed her knees. She had beautiful jewelry about her neck and on her fingers, "You look beautiful, that's a Gaultier, and it fits you nicely Sara."

I complimented her on her necklace, "Yes I hadn't a thing suitable to wear for this evening. A bit too much I fear."

She smiled slyly, "So you're a young 'business woman'. I can't imagine having to run a company. I don't work. Others can handle my accounts. I have plenty to do with my charges."

We talked about her outfit and she explained the history of her jewelry. I was glad to have Angelica call her over to speak with Blair. 

I watched her walk away, her butt swaying beneath her dress, her heels and hose black. I reviewed the conversation. What did she mean by 'her charges'?

The maid Jenn came in and spoke quietly with Angelica. Turning to me she said, "don't fret Sara. I'll have Thomas get you home later."

I wondered why the other girls were so quiet, "We both feel a little out of place Sara. Thankfully you were only ten minutes late. It's nice that she's included us all, but why? This Sergi is a little weird and Cora hasn't said two words beyond hello." 

Avery added, "My dress has to be the least expensive here. I can't wait to leave. Blair is good looking but he wasn't interested in our design discussion. Typical guy; he thinks we're a couple."

Dinner was served by Jenn and the chef Thomas.

After dinner Angelica said standing and walking out of the room, "Thomas we all loved the meal. Thank you for your effort. Let's go into the Living Room and enjoy some music, shall we?"

Sergi left soon after, "I'm tired Angelica, please forgive my retiring early."

The party seemed to be ending. It was nearly ten. The girl's followed his exit shortly too. Blair and I were discussing some computer issues and I missed saying goodbye to them.

As I tried to leave Angelica insisted I see her new greenhouse. 

"Blair will find his way home. It's this way Sara."

We left the house an started across the lawn with the softly illuminated glass house about 30 steps off the stone terrace. 

"The grass is difficult in heels. Hold my arm Sara." Angelica led us to the building.

I sneezed lightly as we entered the glazed space, "You've got me out here Angelica. I have to tell you that I'm quite allergic to many plants."

"It may be the plant food or the other treatments, not the green stuff Sara."

She hit the light switch darkening the entire yard, "I wanted to share the view of the stars on this clear evening."

I considered how we had just met yesterday afternoon, but how she knew more about me than nearly anyone. Was this a pass? Was she after something another than friendship? I was very attracted to this woman but I was so 'green' to my new world I didn't care to add any complexity. I watched her watching the stars.

"There's one!" she pointed to the dark sky.

"What's that Angelica?"

She turned about with a near child like joy, "A shooting star Sara."

That wasn't what I was expecting. Moving beside her I asked, "How long have you wished for a greenhouse?"

"It was a present from my late husband for my thirty-sixth birthday. He died before it was completed last month. I hated living so far away from town, from the City. The great exposure here led to the idea. I hadn't considered how I might use the space after dark. We're so far removed from everything and it is very dark."

I saw a telescope in the corner. She moved to a small padded bench at the end of the space. Sitting she said, "Come sit with me."

I sighed and walked the ten steps, noting that the concrete floor wasn't very even, "In the dark it's not easy to move in here."

Angelica said, "I've been out here every night. It's sort of an evening pray. He was wonderful to me." 

She had tears in her eyes, I offered a small hankie. She continued, "You'll get used to it, I mean, I've gotten used to the darkness and the slightly rough surface."

She was just inches away, my hand near her thigh, "He was nearly twenty-five years my senior. Most people assumed I'd married for his money. That isn't correct. We met in Paris and fell in love, simple, not complicated. And I had made a comfortable living, and enjoyed working."

We spent nearly an hour chatting and not once did she speak of my gender change. At one point she reached for my hand, as a friendly touch, not to control nor direct me. I enjoyed just hanging out. It was a perfect night, beside the dinner and the car issue.

"I've got a bottle of wine there in the cooler. Can I offer you a drink?" 

I considered this but said, "I should head home Angelica."

We walked the short distance to the house holding each other to avoid a fall. She went up to bed via the rear stair, "Jenn will see you out dear, Goodnight."

Finding Jenn in the Kitchen she said, "Thomas is available to drive you home Miss Sara."

Thomas brought the BMW around and took me home but stopped along side the Audi. He suggested that he would confirm the belt as suggested by Joe.

"Yep, the belt's gone. What year is the Audi?"

As we continued toward town we spoke about the neighborhood where I lived and as we pulled into my drive he said, "My Mistress is very keen on you Miss Sara." 

He refers to Angelica as Mistress, but so did Jenn. 

"Well I think she's lovely. I'll try and get a mechanic back there tomorrow before Noon to get the Audi running OK?"

Cora watched Angelica from the bedroom window. This young 'girl' was surprising. She'd believed Angelica previously when they had reviewed this Sara. There was no tell, nothing to indicate that she had been born a boy. Even up close her skin was smooth and her neck feminine. 

Cora considered how Angelica was going about the seduction as discussed. Maybe a little too slowly but then Sara seemed more alert than Angelica had initially implied. The other two dykes couldn't be her lovers. 

As Angelica entered the room she saw Cora at the window. 

Her Mistress was smiling as she said, "I'm not certain the 'girl' can be brought to her knees dear. Lest by you. May I suggest, "

"No, you are to stay clear of her. I need her as a friend, maybe more than I need to prove something to you."

Cora moved toward the bed, "Sara is more beautiful than I thought." She caressed her lover's bottom.

"You're very wet my little pussy."

Sunday morning I looked out and the Audi was in the drive! 

There was a note with the keys in my mailbox. "A small present from Mistress Angelica" 

The note was in a feminine hand. Maybe it was Jenn's note, and she just considers Angelica her boss and therefore her mistress.

At least this 'gift' freed up my Sunday. Maybe I could get some shopping in later. I stayed undressed and read the paper on the sofa in my robe and slippers. Needing to pee I was distracted when I walked to the bath and saw my medium plug and the lube. After completing the cleansing I settled the medium plug in my tight opening and sat down to research the concept of 'lesbian submission' on the web. 

Earlier in the week I'd found that there were many different types of submissive women. I just couldn't get excited about some of the acts shown. Did they willingly commit to spanking? It sure looked as such. All of the pain and torture stuff was also not in my imagination but the subtle control and protection was a different matter. Some of the dome - sub relationships discussed on-line sounded very positive.

Most surprising to me was the strong use of fake phallus and even anal penetration. Maybe I had come far with my dressing in these two weeks but seeing women who clearly enjoyed cock but only if it was attached to a girl was exciting. This to me seemed to be the best of both sexes. Though I was far from prepared to initiate a relationship. 

I still hadn't even seen the doctor to confirm how or if I should consider using hormones or plan for breast implants. Once I had attached my full C forms I was sure I wanted my breasts to be a good medium in size. I had seen a French porn movie earlier in the week. The actress Claire's boobs were the perfect size. I snapped a picture to show my doctor on Tuesday. Now I needed to stay focus until my appointment, and relax today. I sent a text to Cheryl at Nordstrom.

Moving to the closet to dress I pulled out the toys, and the larger plug. I was excited just holding this thing after my lesbian research. There were a lot of women with plugged asses! 

I sat on the bed and rolled to my side and removed the second plug. The larger one was significantly wider but to my delight it slipped inside and sealed my bottom. I stood and put on my heels and pulled a thong into place. Moving about with nearly a six inch cock stuffed inside my bum was a challenge. Not because it hurt but due to the stimulation! My little cock was dripping enough to soak my panties. 

By eleven I knew I would have to take this to the next level. The web browsing wasn't helping. The number of images of girls playing with each other's butts was too much. That slim dildo with the soft skin would be my first lover and I was shocked how randy I felt. The cleansing of my bottom had made me a tramp? 

I paused with this thought. I needed a break, or some exercise. I quickly removed the plug and changed into my shorts and sneakers. Walking to the school track I was enjoying the late morning sun. For a Sunday the track was quiet. There were only a few people around jogging. My walking pace was comfortable and every few minutes someone would pass. 

As I walked I considered the new need to be filled. Was the logic I used correct? Being a woman was a lot of things but becoming a slut wasn't on the list. My bum occupied my mind as a walked around and around. I felt comfortable with the new manner of playing. I decided to head home, shower and allow a cock to come into my body.

Pausing I looked at the other people. Maybe there were four girls and three guys on the track. I wondered if any had had anal intercourse. Then I had a strange feeling; a feeling of being watched. Looking about as I walked up the grass no one seemed interested in me. Approaching the street I saw it. Thomas was sitting in the BMW nearby. I decided to move casually toward home but also toward the car. As I got within twenty feet I saw it wasn't Thomas. It was Angelica's maid Jenn.

"What are you doing, spying on me? Your mistress sent you to catch me doing something untold? Sent you to spy, and take pictures?" I saw a big camera on the car seat.

Jenn was crying and shaking. "It wasn't Mistress. It was I. I'd heard her discussing you with Mistress Cora last evening. They said you were 'special'. That you had a . I was curious, that's all. Please forgive me. I, I'm sorry Mistress Sara."

I moved a few away and turned toward the track. Jenn must have driven over to help Thomas with the Audi earlier today. Why was Angelica talking with Cora about me? Could Angelica have said anything about my gender to her friend? What was the reason the maid was here now?

Turning back to Jenn, "Why did your 'mistress' have a 'curious' discussion about me Jenn?"

Tears messed her beautiful face. Until now I hadn't seen this woman. She was a little shorter than me in height, and her breasts were small. She was dressed in jeans and sandals and a t-shirt that had a logo on it. She wasn't wearing a bra and her erect nipples were distracting me.

"They are lovers Mistress Sara. For months they've spent at least two afternoons together. I know they are lovers. I see many things. They leave the bed a mess and the toys; I have to clean it all, put things back to normal. I'm sorry, please don't tell her or she will release me. That would be the worst, if she released me I won't easily find another good situation."

No one had ever called me that, 'Mistress'. I was surprised how the words struck me. Mistress didn't seem to be an address to this woman. It was a name. Was Jenn a paid Maid? I wondered this while letting the spy sit there.

I stood wondering about Jenn's employer and her collection of 'friends'. Blair was interesting but he seemed a little submissive to her and Cora. That dude Sergi was definitely weird. Possibly Angelica ran a stable of 'charges' or was it her 'dear friend' Cora?

Jenn seemed innocent of any involvement or was she a true submissive maid? But she had shared the relationship between Angelica and Cora. That alone would get her fired but maybe her 'release' was something different.

Each of these three women seemed to have a different need of me. I wasn't prepared for these twists in my path to being a woman. Yet I was becoming more confident each day. My world was new but I was the one in charge of my changes.

Standing there looking back at Jenn I wonder if I could do this 'dome' thing? Could I do that? I had a new research topic. Looking back to the BMW I saw that she was still weeping.

"Why shouldn't I tell your employer?"

Now passed my anger I was more than I little excited. But I wasn't trained to think this way. Today was supposed to be for my initiation. Could this spygirl be more important?

Opening the rear door I got into the BMW, "Drive me to your Mistress, Now!" 

Looking to her eyes in the rearview mirror I barked, "You spying little cunt!"

Maybe this might be easier than I thought. I wanted to understand what was happening with these women and how I was involved. Jenn dried her face and drove off quietly. It surprised me that she didn't try to direct me away from her 'Mistress'.

We walked into the Kitchen of the Norton house to find Angelica having some lunch.

"Hello Sara, you look really cute in your shorts and sneakers." 

She looked passed me to her maid, "Has Jenn been crying? What has happen? What's wrong?"

My plan was to share the event at the school and see where Angelica took it.

"I found your maid Jenn here with a camera and binoculars spying on me as I worked out at the school track just now. Did you send this little submissive to gather information on me Mrs. Norton?"

She looked quite surprised and looked at Jenn, who was now balling, her eyes cast downward.

"Mistress, I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Jenn said without looking up.

"Please do not release me, please Mistress."

Angelica moved to Jenn to try and console the weeping girl. 

Looking to me while holding Jenn she said, "I had nothing to do with Jenn's spying Sara. It's her day off and she simply asked to use a car. I will discipline her for the invasion of your life."

Moving away from the maid, "I would fire her but she's a really good maid. Their difficult to find and more difficult to train. She is a part of my life and I won't allow her to continue her mis-directed activities."

She continued but moved toward me, "I have no need for sneaking about where you're concerned Sara. I thought my interest was clear. I need a friend not a concubine!"

Turning back to Jenn, "Jennifer I will deal with you later. Go to your room and get ready."

Angelica came beside me, "She is of course paid for serving me dear, but she is a true submissive. She isn't my property but I am now her Mistress. It's quite common, for some women to have to serve, to be controlled. Some men as well. I'm sorry she invaded your personal, I mean ruined your Sunday."

I listened as she explained Jenn's living conditions.

"So I hope you better comprehend why I wouldn't can her. Please allow me to ask for your forgiveness, I mean, ahh, I'm sorry about this Sara."




A Year Ago Ch. 09



I realized then how she was dressed, actual undressed. She was wearing a silk robe and slippers. I could make out that she was naked beneath the thin robe, her breasts hanging free beneath the garment.

I moved closer to Angelica, and seeing her breasts asked, "What will you do to your 'charge' Angelica? Will she be beaten or restrained for a few hours?" 

She turned to look at my face, "You're treading on new ground young 'Lady' and I suggest you're not ready for the consequences quite yet. Soon maybe."

She turned causing her robe to fly loose, "but not now."

She stepped away saying, "I will take care of my Maid. Thomas will drive you home Sara, good afternoon. And be careful of his very nice cock, girl."

She turned and smiled, lifting her robe to expose her left ass cleft. She was right, I wasn't near ready for what I'd just witnessed. 

Thomas entered a moment later. He clearly knew of all that had transpired. "I'll run you home now Mistress."

On the drive back I considered where this all began. Had Jenn just happened on me at the track or had she been near the house as well?

As Thomas pull up I asked him about Jenn, "You know of her situation, will she be beaten?"

I could see he was uncomfortable speaking to me, "Mistress Sara, I can't, I mean, you need not worry about Jenn. She knows what she did was wrong and she knows how the Mistress will punish her."

I was now curious about his involvement, "Did Jenn tell you she was going to spy on me?"

He shifted in his seat, "I can't say, I'm sorry."

I took this to be a confirmation and step out of the car. My phone buzzed. Cheryl texted me that she was working until 6pm today.

The End of part Nine

To be continued.



A Year Ago Ch. 10



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of her transition . . .

*****

My afternoon plan was changed by Jenn's behavior. I couldn't stop thinking about what Angelica had said to her, "Go to your room and get ready."

My imagination was going wild, fueled by the other surprising statement, "be careful of his very nice cock." 

She was somehow aware of her chef's member but Thomas had acted appropriately around me and in the car home. Angelica had assumed that I would try and get Thomas alone? Even after I'd told her I wasn't interested in Blair's physique?

I entered the bedroom to see that I'd left in such a hurry the large anal prick lay on the floor. Now my plan was to go to Nordstrom's for some addition work outfits and underwear. It would be after 3pm by the time I met Cheryl but I needed the clothes.

After a quick shower I dressed in a simple pencil skirt and blouse and my medium heels. I had to select a new pair of pantyhose since I not finished the wash earlier. I grabbed my bag and got the Audi started. Then I saw the small envelop on the passenger seat. 

It was a sealed note from Angelica, "Thomas was able to get the car problem solved. He's very good at such things. The man always has the right tool when a girl needs one. If you need any further assistance please call or text him directly : 444-1212."

It was an unabashed offer to use her chef for whatever I needed. He was at my beck and call, his subservience more than clear. 

I set the note down and started toward the store. I still wondered how she would discipline Jenn, but why was I so curious? Was it how I'd felt bossing the Maid in the car earlier? 

Though I felt comfortable pushing when required to get something accomplished, handling Jenn was in a different realm. Was my anger the source of the stimulation or was it seeing her small nipples erect beneath her t-skirt the cause of my excitement? I wanted to understand the relationship she had with her Mistress. Maybe I wanted to also control her in some way. She was a beautiful woman who was now filling my mind. 

WOW! Jamming the brakes hard I stopped just before the intersection. I'd almost ran through a red light and there was a police car heading the opposite way! 

I put the thoughts of Jenn's body aside and focused on driving. I turned the stereo on to distract me. I remembered that I'd need to explain my name to Cheryl, or maybe not? How had she not noticed the name Michael on my credit card? Twice I'd used it to pay for my purchases.

As I approached her in the women's casual department she was folding and arranging a pile of jeans, "Hello Cheryl," I said smiling, "It's me Hallie."

She turned toward me and paused, "Well someone's been busy," she said as she took my hand.

I realized that during the passed two weeks I had affected many changes; my makeup, my voice, my breasts forms and I'd found something approaching a style. 

"I need to tell you Cheryl that you were so helpful the last time I was here. I couldn't have found a better coach that afternoon. But now I need another suit and some other outfits."

Two hours later I had two new suits fitted and a huge bag of other ensembles and clothes. I also bought four pairs of shoes and some lingerie as well as three sets of earrings. I was nearly the only customer this afternoon.

"How will you pay for this Hallie? Will Michael's card be used again?" she said this so matter-of-factly. 

Looking up she took my card, "We get quite a few women who shop on their boyfriend's account. It's not an issue. The bills are paid and that's all that the store wants."

Since she was honest I decided to correct her, "Listen and I hope you understand."

She stopped and looked to my face, "I am Michael, but I'm also transitioning to live as a woman. Two weeks ago when I was here I didn't know how much I would change."

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I do understand,"

I interrupted her, "But you must know that your patience and care that afternoon was a god sent. My chosen name isn't Hallie though but Sara. I hope that you can still run the card."

She paused, "You can still sign Michael can't you?" she smiled and continued the purchase.

Returning to the Audi having added $3,500 to my card account I filled the trunk and picked up the note from Angelica.

Driving toward home I picked up my thoughts of Jenn. I again wanted this Maid; at that moment I wanted to have Jenn. I wanted to understand her behavior and what the relationship to a Mistress as about. Somehow I was becoming obsessed with the Maid but more the woman that Jenn was. I wanted to suckle at her breasts, to love her pussy. 

My lust was strong as I entered the house and moved to the bathroom. I saw the toy on the edge of the sink. The day had been full of new events. I poured a glass of wine and sat on the sofa with my CPU and the new cock toy. I wanted to make this a special event though. I decided to shower and dress in my Spade dress and outfit. The toy would have me this evening. 

I stopped before stepping into the warm flowing water. I hated using a shower cap but my hair was clean and a damp head wasn't comfortable. I reached behind and pushed the medium plug into my opening. The toy felt like it belonged there. I touched my fake breasts as I lathered my body. How long would I wait for real breasts to grow? Possibly a year? I was anxious to discuss the details with the doctor.

While dressing I realized I hadn't made a reservation of Monday night and I didn't want to rush for the morning appointment. I booked a room on-line near the office I would visit Tuesday morning. Returning to the bedroom as I walked passed the tall mirror I paused. The soft rose dress made me feel beautiful. I moved a little closer and studied how my legs and ankles looked in the 4 ½" strapped heels. I felt good but I needed to touch up my toe polish tomorrow. I wasn't wearing the cincher but I'd dropped another pound. As I did my makeup my thoughts returned to Jenn. Maybe her first smile the evening we met was the cause of my infatuation?

I put the DVD in the bedroom on with another Claire movie. The girl clearly loved it in her backdoor. Her moans filled the room as I pranced about removing and hanging my dress. I looked over my shoulder at my intended lover, the realskin cock stuck proudly into the air. He was waiting for me. I saw the woman in the movie opening the fly of her lover's trousers. I was wearing just my chemise and a matching thong but without a brassiere. Walking about with the full fashion hose and my sexy strapped heels I saw the toys and pillows on the bed. I had to get passed my anxiety of the act. The toy was going to love me, I would suck this cock, and I would let it fuck my body.

I got on my knees at the edge of the bed, my hand on the base of the cock. The position recalled my prayers as a little girl. I chuckled at the error, but my mind saw me in a nightdress!

Moving toward the phallus slowly I could watch the girl sucking on the screen beyond as I reached around and slowly removed the medium plug, replacing it with the stout one. Then my mouth opened and I extended my tongue to my faux lover. My saliva coated the long side of the cock. I watched as the girl beyond lick about the man's cock, me following her lead. She opened her mouth and the head of the penis passed her lips, just as my boy toy popped into touch my tongue. I held the slim shaft as I moisten the entire head. I was shocked when I saw my reflection of this action in the mirror on the opposite wall. I was sucking off the boy toy vigorously, the shaft now well inside my mouth. I saw the wanton lust in my deeply toned eyes but the feeling of the smooth cock toy on my tongue transported me. 

I shifted my eyes back to the screen to watch the girl languidly licking and sucking off her lover. She would pump him with her hand as she sucked the end of him and then slide more into her mouth. I could only handle a few inches of my toy. Trying to get more inside my mouth I gag and withdrew the toy. Watching her I noticed how she had slowed as she slid more of her man passed her lips and tried the same. Now my mouth was full of cock and I sucked the phallus strongly. I watched her moved to the bed on her side and the naked man lifted her dark hose covered right leg and touched her tight back opening with the tip of his cock. He moistened her rosebud and pushed his finger inside.

My lube was near and I applied some to my opening and the toy. I pushed the thong panel aside and a moment later one finger passed my outer muscle and than a second slipped easily in. The girl on the screen was softly moaning as the man's cock was pushed inside her bottom. My hand was on the shaft of the toy as I slowly inserted the end, there was some pain as with the largest plug but the exercises had helped me relax to allow the penetration and now was that moment. Could I allow my body to accept this new naked cock within me? The toys had been there but this was a cock. Was I about to become a girl or just a cross-dressing fetishist?

The helmet of the 'boy' slipped passed my sphincter and I paused to catch my breathe. There was a little pain just leaving the toy still. It wasn't a large cock but it was inside me. I shifted it slightly and the boy toy slipped out. I was surprised how quickly I reached and pushed it back in, gasping as it entered more deeply. I tried this a second time and it slipped back in but deeper still. I looked to the screen to see the girl smiling as the man pushed deeply into her ass. 

I wanted more of the toy but decided to add more lube. My fingers were slippery but this time when pressed at my opening the toy entered fully, the soft balls of the toy stopping further invasion. I rested with this new lover, smiling as I saw that on the screen they were pausing, she holding him back for a moment with her right hand. I waited for a minute and thought that this new experience was less difficult than I thought. The toy should have a name. If 'he' was going to be in bed with me I would call the boy toy Sam. 

Sam and I rested for three minutes with me on my side and him nearly six inches deep within me. I was ready to explore, not just being penetrated but being fucked. The screen showed the girl now with her back to her lover and his cock deep in her bum as he pumped quickly back and forth. I shifted to my knees while holding Sam within me, then I slowly pulled him out slightly. There was no pain now and I pushed the cock back fully inside myself. Again and again I move Sam into my body and pulled him nearly out. The action seemed almost work like, and a bit awkward. I shifted and positioned him beneath me while I held him about the balls and rode up and down on his shaft. I looked to the screen as the girl did the same; she was fucking her man. Sam was taking me, bring me along to a new place. I watched the woman as I was fucked to orgasm.

In the morning I stood naked looking at the bed, my lingerie scattered about, my beautiful hose snagged. Sam had fucked me twice more last night. I smiled noticing the toy on the nightstand. Each orgasm seemed to get better but produced less semen. I needed to shower and to clean him as well but I felt empty. I found the long double head toy on the opposite side of the bed. It had been inside me as well. I retrieved the small plug and inserted it.

In the shower cleaning the toys and myself I considered my day. I'd planned to leave for the City at 2pm so I couldn't dilly-dally. A simple breakfast and packing, then I'd stop at the office to check the server.

Arriving at the building I met Avery outside. I'd explained my plan at the party Saturday evening.

"You're headed to see the doctor tomorrow? Don't feel embarrassed about why you're there. You are a woman and we need a different level of care."

I was a little anxious, "What if she laughs, or scolds me?"

Avery moved closer and hugged me, "No worries Sara. You are on an adventure and you need to adjust some things. Ask her for guidance and don't be immature. She sees many people who are going through a similar change remember?"

I kissed her cheek, "How Madison will be jealous," she said. 

She kissed me back and patted my bum as she turned to get into her car, "Good luck Sara."

I drove silently thinking of the two week passed. No one had stalled my progress, nor interfere with my plan. Only strong support had been provided by all of the women I'd met, even Lynn. Her promise to not share the news probably didn't include Cynthia. But I hadn't followed up now five days later. I was thinking of last Wednesday night at the bar with Matt. Even he had given me a positive perspective. I worried that I hadn't spoke with Bill. He was my best friend, but we both didn't reach out regularly. I needed to get a hold of him soon. The text method may be the best. 

I was happy I'd booked at the Hyatt. I could get a simple meal and not have to leave my room. I settled my outfit for Tuesday, pantyhose with white lace underwear and the red dress with my black leather medium heels. The mini bar had a small bottle of wine and it was a good evening just thinking of my day and where I had come from. 

I slept well past the alarm; I had set the level too low.

Getting clear of the hotel I would leave the Audi here and walked the two blocks. The office was in a nice low-rise building less than a quarter of a mile from the hotel. I just had to stop at the front desk. 

Exiting the elevator I glimpsed an old associate from my previous employer walking right toward me. I'd booked here because I had used the hotel previously. It was Jake, a hardware designer, but he was with two others, now maybe fifteen feet away. Maybe I could just walk passed unnoticed. I did so and headed to the desk to checkout.

I was standing at the desk looking in my bag for my wallet, "Excuse me Miss. Don't we know one another?"

Jake was at my side, I turned and looked directly at him, "No, I'm sorry, I don't recall."

He smiled and stepped back a bit, "Yeah, uhm, I've mistaken you, for someone else. I apologize Miss."

He moved slowly away, but looked over his shoulder, twice. He'd recognized me but was being polite.

I moment later my phone buzzed. He was trying to reach me. I made a split second decision to not turn, not allow him to confirm it was me going for my phone. I was glad I kept the ringer off and didn't even flinch as I spoke with the agent.

"Do you need to get that call?" the woman asked.

I was a little nervous. Jake was clearly gone. I slowly turned to confirm that the elevator door had closed. My life was still so unsettled.

I looked back to the agent, "No I'll deal with him later, that call can wait. I would like to leave my car in the underground parking until this afternoon. Is that OK?"

Walking along the street to my appointment I realized there was little chance he hadn't known it was me. I could just let it pass or call and ask him to meet. Ask him to share my secret without broadcasting that he'd seen me. Seen me dressed as a woman. There was risk either way. I reached for the phone. I had an extra ten minutes and it would be better to control the information he might pass to others. We'd worked on two projects together and he clearly looked into my eyes. 

Our old office wasn't near but the firm had moved into the neighborhood within the passed year. I pushed the re-dail.

"Hello Jake, it's me Michael. Yes, yes, I've been going through some changes since we last saw each other. But please don't laugh." He corrected his tone and was kind, his comments respectful.

I had a plan, "Can I buy you lunch later today? Maybe around 1:30pm?"

It was set. He would not tell anyone he'd ran into me for now. He agreed to respect my privacy and I would explain myself at lunch. There was a simple bistro a block from the hotel we'd had lunch at several times with business associates staying at the Hyatt. Meeting there made sense.

Hanging up I wished I'd had gotten out of bed earlier. My plan was to have a simple breakfast in the Lounge. I would possibly have missed seeing Jake. I had pushed the risk aside when I'd booked the room.

As I entered the doctor's waiting room a few minutes before my appointment I was surprised to find two other 'women' and a guy. I guessed I'd be waiting for a while.

Twenty minutes later I was alone; the guy had left with his girlfriend. She was actually quite passable. One of the femmes was also waiting for someone. Her friend came back into the waiting room. She was a tall girl, made even taller by her 4" heels. She wasn't unattractive but definitively not passable due to her height and size. 'Telly's' head almost touched the doorway as she and her smaller femme friend left the room.

I spoke with the other girl. She had initiated the conversation, "Don't tell me you're a 'boy'. I'll be beside myself."

I smiled and didn't provide my history. She talked and I listened for ten minutes.

"I've been transitioning for eighteen months. My breasts started to grow but too slowly. I had some modest implants done six weeks ago. My girlfriend loves my new titties."

She asked about my hair, "It's an amazing short do. I couldn't feel comfortable without a wig for well over a year. Now its all my own hair."

I asked, "It has taken over eighteen months for yours to grow to your shoulders?"

"Actually more like two years. I didn't cut it for six months prior to my decision. Sure Sara, and I eat all of the right foods, shampoo only three times a week. Excessive washing will cause you to lose length dear."

I was so out of touch with what most transitioning girls dealt with. 

"Have you had any work done?" she asked.

"You mean to my body or face?"

She realized I hadn't, "I'm sorry to ask such a personal question. You do know that you're quite extraordinary Sara. To look like you do, without a wig and have that figure. No facial fem work, really? How much do you weight?"

I was tiring of her questions but was polite, then the nurse call for her. A few minutes later I was escorted to a room as well.

The nurse handled my chart and prepared a baseline of my vital information, took a blood sample and a urine sample. She also requested a semen sample, which I was surprised by. 

"The Doctor will suggest that you have several stored for future use. Can you please remove for clothes and put the gown on Miss."

She left me alone with a collection of magazines. The lesbian porn one seemed most interesting.

As the doctor entered with my chart she spoke, "Sara, it's not typical for these consults to start this way, but, your transition is unusual. Without your test results we can only review the actual conditions. Your weight is perfect. Right on the slope for your height, for a woman. May I see you naked please?"

She stood watching, "and please remove the heels Sara."

She was of average height, maybe 5'-6", but she was in a heeled shoe. She was still an inch shorter than me standing barefoot. The silicone breasts seemed not to surprise her. She examined my chest then turned to look at my back. With her stethoscope she listened to my heart and lung sounds. 

"I'd like to examine your anus. When was the last intercourse?" 

I paused as I bent over and two of her fingers entered my opening, "Well, with myself only on Sunday, well, actually early Monday." I was blushing, "I've never been with a man."

"Please explain your cleansing method. Too aggressive can be harmful Sara."

Ten minutes later she leaned against the edge of the examine table, "Shall we start hormones today? I want you to try a new product, and let's assume we'll schedule an in-patient surgery for your implants for four weeks from today."

"So quickly? I had assumed you would require at least a year. Are these hormones safe, will they affect my sexual functioning?"




A Year Ago Ch. 10



She smiled, "You're not planning a SRS are you Sara? And of course the drug is safe. You'll be on a reduced form of estrogen. You may not become quite as erect but it varies." She touched my hand.

"Listen, I've seen only one other extraordinary transition. She didn't want to lose her penis either. If I'm mistaken let me apologize. When a new woman passes as easily as yourself they generally don't need as much adjustment to feel truly female."

She approached and reached to touch my chin, turning my head from side to side, "Who helped you with your voice Sara? Yes, I wouldn't even recommend a trachea shave. How often do you have to shave dear, no this looks like a wax removal. You're quite smooth."

We discussed the past two weeks, "So you're telling me that less than twenty days ago you hadn't even considered these changes? I must say that is a little unsettling. Maybe we need to consider a therapy session. Can I setup an appointment with a good friend who specializes in this type of counseling?"

The nurse came back in, "Please arrange for Sara to meet with Thema at the earliest possible date, and schedule a visit with Dr. Charles as well. Oh, and Rachel will provide you a letter in case you're stopped by an officer prior to your legal name change. Have you considered the type and size for you eventual chest?"

I touched my breast forms, "These are nearly perfect, but what do you think?"

The nurse chuckled, "That size is a whole lot easier to live with then these big mamas!"

The doctor smiled, "Nurse Rachel is quite endowed. Those look like a full 'C' and I think their fine Sara."

The End of part Ten

To be continued.



A Year Ago Ch. 11



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the story . . .

*****

As I was getting dressed the nurse opened the door, "Doctor wants a second semen sample, just in case, thanks," as she handed me the sample cup and the door shut.

I opened my purse and took out my phone. I had forty minutes before I would meet Jake. I looked about for the lesbian magazine but it wasn't on the table, nor in the drawer. I would just use my memory of Jenn, that sexy beauty. 

I pictured her naked but with white trim collar about her neck and at her wrists, black hose covering her legs and simple but tall black pumps. My arousal was strong as I lifted my dress hem and leaned back against the wall in my own heels. Pushing down my pantyhose and the thong I quickly grabbed my penis. The second minor orgasm of the day!

I used the mirror to check my makeup, touching up my lips and blush. Settling my red dress about my hips I stepped back and looked at myself. Of course Jake could easily recognize me. My hair was still near a boys cut.

I used my credit card to handled the payment since these consults weren't covered by my medical plan. Interestingly the therapy would be. Nurse Rachel came to speak with me.

"The hormones pills will be ready by 5pm. Can you stop back near around then?"

I had planned to leave the City after lunch but realized I could do some shopping. 

"I can manage that, sure. Could you text me with an update?"

Exiting the building and walking I was distracted by the idea that the doctor would have my surgery so soon. And the therapy wasn't in my plan either but it should have been. A block from the restaurant I saw a salon that had a beautiful wig on the head stand in the window. I thought that had I had been wearing something like that I could have avoided this lunch. 

Jake was there when I arrived. He was polite but curiously anxious. 

As we shook hands I tried to adjust mine to a subtle press. He had a strong hand, but he was well over six feet tall and at least two hundred pounds. 

"Michael, I gotta say you stunned me this morning. Leaving the elevator, I immediately recognized you."

I was still standing, "Can we sit down Jake?"

He continued as he shuffled the chairs, "But wow, you look great, I mean, dressed that way. I mean I'm not saying anything you don't know, right?"

He had ordered two beers and I took a huge gulp of the cool lager.

He was smiling, "So how did 'this' happen? You left the firm about fourteen months ago, right?"

I was more nervous and looked down at the mug, "Jake, it's important that I ask for your discretion. I would appreciate you're allowing me to control who and when I choose to reveal my gender change to."

"What! You mean this isn't just a tranny kind of thing, just for today? Wow, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions Mike."

"No, it's understandable, but it's Sara now, and will be going forward Jake. I'm having my named changed and the legal issues will be settled within the month, but can you agree to hold my secret please?"

He realized his glee earlier was inappropriate and changed his expression, "Of course Michael, I mean Sara. I'll not tell a soul. I was with those business guys and they had questioned me. I told them simply I'd seen an old friend, that cool right?"

I looked at him and changed my plans. I would stay at the Hotel tonight. I needed more than just the meds. I didn't want another random meeting like this. It wasn't Jake's fault but my stupidity that lead me to this moment. 

We parted and I hoped I could trust him. I called the Hotel to settle the room for another night and re-traced my steps to the salon. The new blond wig was an expensive piece with human hair, darker blond, just about at my shoulders. As I left the salon near 3:30pm I got a call.

"Sara, the Doctor as spoken with Doctor Thema who has agreed to see you this evening at five if you can make that." Nurse Rachel had a horrible manner but I sensed that this was important.

"We'll have the meds sent to her office, so you can save a trip OK?"

I paused, this was important. The Doctor wants this Thema to guide her regarding the starting of my hormone treatment. "Sure, what's the address?"

Walking along the shop windows I curiously watched my reflection. This new hair so changed me. I could barely believe this was me. Anyone who had known me wouldn't recognize me without looking into my eyes. How stupid to have to explain myself to Jake, to have to trust in him. Maybe he would be good to his word but it was outside of my control now.

I decided to spend the hour shopping for a some simple jewelry. I had the bracelets and earrings but no rings. Entering a shop I had previously used eighteen months ago I saw the woman I'd bought a gift from for an earlier girlfriend. 

"Can I help Miss, aahh, a ring is your interest. Surprising how many single girls buy one for themselves. Many like to have a diamond, but on the right hand."

She hadn't remembered me especially with the wig, which was good. Of course as I was dressed and in tall heels, it was easy to disappear. Today I agreed, I wanted a serious ring for my right hand.

I left an hour later with a three quarter caret solitaire set in platinum. The credit card wasn't an issue and that surprised me. Maybe she did recall me, but nonetheless I had a great E color VS-1 stone on my hand. 

Doctor Thema was a middle age short woman. Her grey hair looked super. Many of her generation colored theirs to protect their age. Her manner immediately relaxed me and we spoke for nearly an hour.

"Sara, you know this life change will not be as easy as the past few weeks. I'll release the hormones to you if you agree to see me every other week for the next few months. The Doctor was concerned about the abruptness of your decision but seeing the context and the effect I'll support your decision."

"Those friends that have been made aware of Sara's changes will be essential. Respect their surprise and they may help nurture you. I understand that your parents are on the other coast but you should set a schedule to bring them into your life."

I'd told her of my recent meeting with Matt.

"The men you choose to stay close with may present the most challenge. Please go slowly and be careful. No surprises regarding your sex organs will prevent you from a difficult encounter. A good friendship isn't easy to find so tread carefully with the boys in your new life. Your friend Lynn could also be helpful, but that's up to you. I think you handled that meeting very well."

She spent some time explaining the possible side affects of the hormones. The new products were highly targeted cross-sex for someone like me. 

"The sexual performance should not suffer with this particular regiment Sara but please keep me aware of any negative affects. Use this E-Mail to provide me the updates." She handed me a card with her cellphone and e-mail address.

Near seven I arrived back the Hotel. I went to my room and showered. The wig was on the headstand. As I came out of the bath I saw it and chastised myself again. So stupid. The Jake episode still bothered me.

I decided to have dinner in the Hotel restaurant and slipped on my black pants and a white blouse together with my black strapped heels. I held my purse close as I exited the elevator. A man paused to allow me to pass. 

"Thank you," I said walking by and smiled. 

The wig seemed to give me some anonymity. It was so simple. I sat at the window bar and enjoyed a glass of wine thinking of the alternatives. New hormones would soon be silently altering my chemistry and I considered if I should visit the salon during my next visit to the city to see Thema. Maybe for some hair extensions. The tech had suggested that my hair was too short for an affective job at this length. 

Having a moment I looked at my phone and noted that sometime didn't seem correct. I re-booted the software and sure enough I quickly received eleven e-mails from the past five days that somehow had been undelivered. Nine of these related to my business issues but the other two were personal. The first was from Madison wishing me well with the doctor. The other was from Bill. He had sent me a note Saturday at 11:45am, four days earlier, telling me he would be at his parents house for a week due to his mother's health. He was in the City. I immediately sent a text telling him I was at the Hyatt and pushed send. Then I realized I had sent my request as if I was still Michael. Sending the text at that instant I failed to remember he had not met Sara.

I blink later he texted that he would be here thirty minutes, 'order us a round'.

That meant two black & tans and a shot of Stoli each. I looked about, the crowd had grown to more than fifty people. He'd expect me at the Bar near the TV. This was a problem. I couldn't just walk up to him like I'd managed with Matt. But a plan came to mind.

Thirty minutes later I was in the ladies room and Bill approached the empty stools I paid the barkeep to hold. Two shots and the brews were set waiting. A Twenty-dollar tip can do good things. He sat down and the barkeep told him I was in the 'Ladies room'. He chuckled and sipped the b&t. He didn't question anything and I saw him as I turned the corner. My heels were noisy to me, but the crowd was providing some cover. I simply slipped into the stool next to him and took the shot. 

"Bill, I have to explain some things," I spoke in my normal female voice since I could no longer achieve Michael's range. 

He looked surprise as he watched me down the shot, "Excuse me Miss. That was for my friend. Please, he went to the restroom and will be right back. That's his seat."

He had registered my statement, "Bill, it's me." Looking at him I handed him my license.

"What, what the fuck is this? Where's Michael Miss? Did you steal his wallet?"

I turned more to face him, thankful I was wear pants, "Look at me William."

I'd used that name when I was expressing an important point, "Yes, I'm wearing a wig and my nails are polished. My face is a little thinner and I've got makeup on. Oh, and my chest is different too."

He was completely beside himself, "No Fucking way you are Michael." He threw the license to the bar and started to get up.

I put my right hand on his left forearm, "Bill, don't leave. Let me explain what has happen over the past few weeks."

He paused and push clear of my hand, "Listen lady, this is not a nice joke. I got a text from my buddy Michael not some babe in heels."

I handed him my Audi keys, hoping the fob would stir him, hoping he stay and give me a chance to explain myself.

"So you've stolen his car and his ID, get the fuck out of here." But then he paused and looked at me, shaking his head. Bill stood and walked away.

I turned and watched him then pulled my phone from my bag and hit the re-dial.

"Hello? No way Michael, no way it is you. Please," He looked back to me at the bar, then around the room as if the old Michael would come and expose the prank.

"I'm going to wait here until you return and finish your beer Bill. I want you to understand how different I feel. Shit Bill, you're my best friend and I need you to talk about this, to see the new person I'm becoming. It will be a lot less difficult for you than the conversation will be for me."

He closed his phone and was standing still about forty feet away looking at me. After a moment he turned toward the door and left. I watched and a tear formed and I was alone.

I saw the barkeep looking at me and she approached, "Old boyfriend huh?"

I did hear her, but was lost in thought, "Oh, him, yeah, sort of."

Then a few minutes later Bill came back through the door and sat down beside me.

"I acted so badly, but shit I'll give you, I mean, I'm not convinced it's actually you. Michael how can, two weeks ago we rode the hilltop route together."

I smiled, "It was seventeen days ago, two weeks ago I did something out of curiosity and the next thing I was learning to alter my voice and manners. It may seem rash to anyone else but these changes have made me happy. This morning I met with a doctor and she has schedule my surgery for breast implants. As you see I've elected to live as a female Bill, but I'm still in many ways the guy you've known for fifteen years."

He interrupted, "Really Michael? There is no way that is true. Shit you've got tits and a ass that screams for attention. What equipment do you have inside those sexy slacks? Even just sitting at the bar I'm distracted by your long legs and your shoes. Are you going to lose your dick? The idea that we can get on without this being an, "

He paused and I quickly said, "Bill, can you give me a chance?"

He just looked back and I wondered what he was thinking. Could he remain a friend without seeing me as a 'partner'? The 'sexy shoes' comment stirred me. He sipped the beer and turned away to the TV screen now showing a basketball game.

"You have to understand that my programming is fucked up when I look at you Michael. I smell your perfume and see you sultry eyes. I'm troubled, thinking of your evident femininity. How can you not see the affect this is having?"

He was rattled, "What do you call this new self?"

"Sara, I like the name," but he interrupted me again.

"And what, do you have sex with girls still or have boys become your focus?"

I thought his question concealed part of the problem. He was seeing me as truly female and therefore a possible lover. We had many double dates so he knew I loved women. Matt's comments came to mind. There was another buried issue; Bill's stepbrother was gay. Tim had come out to Bill five years ago. They had been really close up until then. Shortly after coming out Tim had moved out west and now lived with a older man, but he was a bit of an artfag due to his partner's money. Bill and the family saw Tim infrequently. He missed the old relationship he'd had with Tim.

I considered his rant, "I'm unsure what these changes may mean to my sexuality Bill, but I still desire women. I haven't slept with a woman since Lynn. Though I'm quite infatuated with someone named Jenn. Are you suggesting that my physical appearance is troublesome? You're not saying you want to go to bed with me, right?"

He punched me harder than he realized, "What does, has she met the new girl Sara?"

"You mean Lynn? Yes." I rubbed my arm. It hurt and I'd be bruised.

"I'll bet that was a difficult conversation."

Still smarting from the punch I said, "We had lunch a few days ago," but he interrupted me again.

"She must have been excited to see, shit, never mind." Bill was withholding something.

I considered the possible issues but he continued, "She tried to tell me you may be gay, just after you two split. She was troubled by your good looks. I'll bet she had real trouble, damn Michael, you've lost quite a bit of weight."

"Bill what Lynn thought and thinks is history. She and her friends were at times difficult to deal with. But back to my 'physical appearance'. I am not interested in having sex with men."

"Glad we can move passed that idea, shit. Mic, I mean Sara, you do look incredible. There are guys watching you, and the hair, wow. A wig right? But still beautiful."

We settled down and spoke about the gender politics and where transgender people fit.

"I guess if you're gay, I know, you're not sure what that means for you, but if so it must be complete. I mean, consider Tim. He and I never had an sexual experiment. Maybe because I did sense his sexuality, even years ahead of his announcement. We still share stuff on-line you know, but he is really into guys and the sex. You're still attracted to girls but your story about the guy in the Porsche, you weren't a little attracted to him? Or the salesman you mentioned?"

We had been drinking for nearly two hours and I had gotten some food but we were a little intoxicated. I considered his question; was he probing or was he a little aroused.

"Man, I just don't know yet Bill. Guys don't seemed to get me excited. This Jenn girl though, wow I'm at a lose to explain it." I didn't share the details of Sunday with him. 

He started to get ready to head to his parents and I asked, "Are you good to drive? You can have the other bed in my room if not."

He considered the bill and said without looking, "No way 'Sara'. I'm too aware of my curiosity to sleep in the same room as someone who looks like you. I'll get home OK. It's less than six miles."

I smiled at his statement. He had been probing. "Text me when you're there OK?"

He looked sharply at me, "Michael wouldn't have asked that Sara. Let's get out of here, you first."

We exited the bar, him following me, my heels clicking on the Lobby stone.

I turned about abruptly, he was looking at my ass!

Smiling slyly he said, "Do we shake or hug now Sara?"

I hugged him and his hand touched my bum. I pushed it away, "No Bill, that isn't how we'll handle saying goodbye."

He waved as he stepped out the door.

Back in my room I showered and took my first hormone pills and found a lesbian porn movie on the adult channel. It was one of those Blake knockoffs. Slow but to the point. All of the girls seemed to get off. My mind saw Jenn dressed as one of the beauties, black hose, suspender and heels. Her long brown hair let down. She brought me off again but I slept roughly due to the alcohol.

As I drove quietly away from the City, the doctor's schedule was on my mine. The minor outpatient procedure was reversible but I'd told Bill the truth. This was me. Doctor Thema had really helped me put the past ten years in context. In her view this wasn't sudden but inevitable. The next three weeks I needed to confirm some feelings. Therefore I wanted to experiment. I needed to be with a woman. To see how loving and being loved as a woman was different. I realized also as difficult as it may be I had to try having sex with a man, to be penetrated. I clearly enjoyed the toy play Sunday. The research I'd found indicated that my gender change could alter my orientation.

The thought brought me anxiety. Some strange man could be problematic. How would I find and offer myself to such a guy? Maybe I could find a gay friendly bar and try to get picked up? I knew that I could be hurt if I was to tried an fool a guy.

Returning to my thoughts of Jenn I wondered if and how I could get her interested in me. Then I realized she already was. She was on her own when she watched me at the track. With her pony tail and t-shirt she had nailed me. Jenn is who I wanted but how do I ask her without Angelica's being aware?

Almost an hour into the trip my mind considered the three of four encounters I had with men; men who'd seemed to be interested in me. Thinking of the look and build of the four I noted I was interested is larger men. Blair was clearly handsome and tall as well as smart. I wondered how I could explain myself though.

I arrived back home in the late morning still wearing my new wig. A neighbor might have questioned the blonde if they weren't all busy with their day. Actually I was surprised that neither Mr. Johns, the retired mechanic nor Mrs. Greggs who lived opposite me, hadn't approached me during the past two weeks. 

Getting some water to hydrate I realized that Thomas might be the man. Angelica's note made it clear but he would definitely share any sexual adventure we had with her, and maybe that other woman too. I need only text him she had implied. There was little to no chance he would hurt me nor be surprised by my boy bits.

I got focused on the backup of work and didn't consider this new adventure for the rest of the afternoon. Bill's text near five brought me out of my work head though.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more understanding. Did some research on your changes. Seems I could have a friend who's a new girl. I'll tried to be more respectful next time Sara."




A Year Ago Ch. 11



I didn't respond, he could stew a bit. I finished up work and headed to get some groceries.

The WFM was always crowded around dinnertime. There were very good prepared foods available and I was standing on line when I saw Cynthia just a few steps ahead of me. I wondered if she would recognize me with the wig. She would never have missed me with my short cut. Thankfully I'd found that salon yesterday. 

I was busy making notes on my phone and barely focused on the progress of the line. I looked up a minute later; she must have left the line. I looked about and didn't see her. Turning around I looked right into Cynthia face. She must have re-joined the wait. She looked up at me but didn't seem to see me. 

I was surprised to be this close to her. I had in that brief moment seen so many details that my male self wouldn't have noticed. Her scent, rose and jasmine, reminded me of slow dancing with her five months ago while we both attended a wedding. Lynn was in the bridal party so I spent time with her. She actually was Lynn's most beautiful girlfriend. I had been aware of her subtle interest as we moved about the dance floor.

"I wondered how long it would be before I meet you Sara," Cynthia said quietly.

"I must say your hair looks great, and you move very well in those 4" heels."

I hadn't turned about, just slowly moving forward. I was next to select.

"I'll meet you at the cafe 'Sara'," Cynthia said a little louder since I had step away. At least she hadn't caused a scene.

My appetite had changed and I moved to the salads but was too distracted to do anything. I simply moved away. I considered running out of the store, but turning to look where she was found her right beside me.

"Oh Sara, I've upset you." Taking my hand she moved us to a small table.

I looked to her face, "I am a little disconcerted to see you here Cynthia."

She was slyly smiling, "I'll bet you are. Well girl, this is what I'll help you deal with. Lynn of course shared her meeting with you a week ago. But your phone picture didn't prepare me for the woman I see before me. Yes Sara, I do think you're a woman. There are many reasons for this but let's have a real dinner. I'll grab some shrimp and vegetables, you get a good white wine and we'll cook together at my place. How's that sound?"

I looked to her eyes, I was distraught but maybe her plan was a good one.

"Sure Cynthia, let's do that."

I hadn't been to her house so I followed her black Miata. I was surprised she live less than a mile from the school where I walked. How had I missed this?

"I bought this house only two months ago. I realized I couldn't keep waiting to get into a good relationship. I needed the tax break as well. Here put that Montrachet, no let's just open it. I need a drink as much as you do. The glasses are just to the right. I'll get the shrimp cleaned if you'll use the other sink and prepare the salad."

Her talking was calming me. I withdrew the cork and handed her a small taste.

"I like your selection. The subtle butter of this chard fruit is exquisite."

Thirty minutes later I realized I had found my first female friend. I had not enjoyed her snarkiness while I'd dated Lynn. Now I sense that we were both attracted to one another, even back then.

"I'm a bisexual Sara. When we were dancing at Tanya's wedding my panties were damp."

She was standing near the range looking at me, "I've wanted you since Lynn first introduced us almost a year ago."

Later we were sitting on her porch, our heels off and feet up, "I'll take your earlier comment about dancing as a compliment but I'm off the range pending the changes ahead for me Cynthia."

She moved closer and she could have kissed me, but she said, "Oh Baby, I can wait for you!"

The End of part Eleven

To be continued.



A Year Ago Ch. 12



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of her story. . . 

*****

When I got home after dinner at Cynthia's home I had a chance to consider her statement about the wedding. I recalled that we had spent quite a bit of time together that weekend and that I had made some pictures and video of the evening party. This particular camera hadn't been used extensively since then and I found the dark still images and a two-minute movie. The still weren't useful but the movie might be. Running through it seemed that the sound hadn't been recorded. I checked the setting and found the volume was simply off. Listening months later to the recorded sound was interesting. While filming I hadn't paid close attention to Lynn and her friend.

After the first 15 seconds Lynn came into the frame smiling at someone just off camera. She then moved away seeing that I was shooting the crowd and the dancers. Cynthia must have been near because I could hear her voice though the screen was focused on two close friends slow dancing with the groom and bride.

"You look pretty tonight Lynn. The other attendants don't do the dress justice."

"Four hundred was a lot for this rag, huh?" Lynn said.

"You could find an event that the dress with a slightly higher hem might be worn for Lynn."

Then Cynthia spoke in a whisper, "I think Michael doesn't like me. You know how I feel about him Lynn. If you tire of him I'll take him off your hands. I thought this weekend he'd get to know me a little better."

"For now Cynthia, stay back, he seems to like me just fine," she was interrupted.

"I'd rather wrap my legs around your sexy near boy Lynn. He's got such a lovely face, and those cheekbones."

"I said he is still mine, and I may keep him to spite you."

Cynthia swore, "Damn, those four haven't a clue how to move to this beat!"

I few seconds later I heard Lynn's muffled voice, "and thank god he knows how to get me off. He's quite good in bed, he loves to eat pussy!"

A moment later I must have moved the camera closer to Lynn, "but stay away from my man Cindygirl."

That was Lynn's nickname for Cynthia. I'd only hear her use it once before this wedding video. I must have been way out of it that night. I hadn't heard them at all.

Tonight our evening together was simple and I learned more about her job as a civil litigator. Cynthia was nearly a partner and made a handsome salary. Cindygirl was quite beautiful but like many women working around a lot of men she toned down her appearance to reduce the number of passes she had to deal with.

"Last week at a hearing the representative of a Fortune Five hundred company, their head attorney, trapped me in the hall outside the restrooms. He asked me for a date, saying we could keep it simple and retire to his hotel suite afterward! I'd was shocked Sara. He wanted to fuck me since he was about to win the case! I was inspired when I got back to the Courtroom and won a continuance."

I sipped my wine and asked, "Can you report this guy or is it better just to get even?"

She smiled, "I want to win the case, and I may never see him again. Revenge doesn't serve women as well in real life as it does in Hollywood Sara. He could cause more problems and I'm nearing the partner discussions with the firm."

She told me of the firm's structure, "I stay away from the criminal cases. The civil work is more emotionally rewarding. This asshole may know one of the firm's leads and could foul my chances."

We agreed to have a similar dinner on Friday and she suggested that she could review the legal consequences of my gender selection.

"I do suggest you keep your appointment with your friend's sister. I'll just review the basics and advise you as necessary." 

When we said goodbye I sensed her desire for more than my words, "See you Friday here right?" I said letting go of her hand.

The next morning I got a call about 8am from Madison. There was some noise or an alert coming from my office.

I quickly dressed and ran to confirm a power failure. The primary and secondary backup batteries had failed but I was able to solve the power issue.

"Thanks for the call Madison."

She smiled, "and how did your appointment go?"

We discussed my trip and I told her about Jake but not about seeing Bill. 

"I'm meeting with your sister later today," and I had a salon appointment for a waxing in an hour.

Changing the subject she said, "Oh and how did late Saturday with the cougar end? Avery and I have a bet."

I told her about getting a ride home, "Who lost the bet?" 

"Avery, she was certain Angelica would get you in her bed."

I told her, "I am attracted to her Madison, but I think I need to stay free of emotional connections until I truly feel I'm a woman and legal. I'm scheduled to have breast surgery in less than four weeks."

"Are you going big or medium?" she asked while touching her generous bosom.

I agreed to update her after the meeting and I left quickly since I hadn't had a proper breakfast and my clothes wouldn't do for a salon visit. 

Driving back home after my waxing I looked at my slightly red face. It should be normal in about two hours. I was reminded of Madison's question, wondering if I should consider a slightly larger chest. I'd planned to exercise prior to heading back to the office, and considered that too much up top could be a disadvantage. 

I was on time for my 3pm meeting with Madison's older sister Mary Thompson. She was a pleasant middle-aged professional. I described my visits with the doctor and therapist. Mary had completed the name change application and was ready to file the papers once signed and the letter from the doctor was reviewed.

Mary said, "There is usually no objections to this type of filing but I must inform you that it will be published in the County Clerks official record, therefore it will be public information. I've also completed the credit card changes you requested. The cards should be at your home Monday."

She said that the license would be available within three days, so next week, maybe by Tuesday. I asked her if there were any issues regarding my planned surgery.

"Sara, there is no issue with having the surgery. You know my cousin Candice completed her transition several years ago. I spoke with her yesterday knowing of our meeting. She will be in town late next week and I'd like to invite you to have cocktails with us."

That was a thoughtful offer, "Sure Mary. I assume we includes Madison as well?"

"Avery will be there too. Candice said to tell you to try and keep to yourself and stay away from the pickup joints if possible. She is a few years older than you but remembers being abused back then."

I had a few more days until I was legally Sara. I wondered if today was the day I should call my mom. I hadn't been west in nearly eleven months. I'd last spoke with her three weeks ago so almost a week before I'd started my changes. My father had been absent from their marriage for three years. They were still legally married but they'd decided to separate without the law trying to cut them in half. They still saw each other three or four times a year for dinner or other social affairs.

Calling mom was going to be difficult. She would accept the changes but might just board a plane. She would assume she was needed. I had thought about these two conversations but hadn't come to a conclusion. I knew I would find speaking of my changes difficult with my father. He wasn't against the tide of change that was occurring across the country but it would be his son, his boy that was now a woman. 

I realized I had to deal with my parents soon and separately. 

Friday morning I awoke and changed into my exercise shorts and sports bra and just ran out the front door. I had my earbuds on and failed to notice that Mrs. Greggs was weeding her flowers near the mailbox.

"Excuse me Miss, but, " she stood up and I saw her.

I stopped running and panic clearly crossed my face.

"Michael! I, I say, I can't believe it's you, Michael?"

Mrs. Greggs was standing in front of me as I removed the music and spoke, "Ahh yes, Mrs. Greggs it is me but I, I use the name Sara now, as you can see, "

She spoke quickly, "You're quite changed Michael. The voice and, you've lost a great deal of weight, and you have breasts Michael?"

Luckily it was early and we spoke quietly at the curb. After I described my changes she seemed to understand.

"I saw something like this on the TV news recently. So Sara it will be. Do you have a boyfriend yet Sara?"

Her follow-up questions were more difficult that the first observations. I understood though, she was surprised and would need time to adjust.

"I do like the outfit but you need to grow your hair if you're to be a girl, right Sara?"

I started my walk with a full mind. Mrs. Greggs would slowly share the news with the others in the neighborhood. She would be cagey but I figured within two weeks everyone on my block would know of my changes. That was fine, at least I hoped so.

Passing the spot at the edge of the track my thoughts then turned to Jenn. Was I just lusting after her? Her treatment by Angelica was again stirring my imagination. Last night I had re-read The Story of O. I now saw it as possible for my feminine self to capture Jenn, to control her beauty. I considered what Candice had advised, keep it simple. There were several women in my new life that could become important.

I was quite excited when I returned from the field and I taken my toy into the shower. With the shower cap in place to protect my styled hair I could enjoy the stream of water flowing over my smooth skin. I wondered if simple penetration could get me to climax? With my smooth skin and clean body the toy just slipped in deep. I was surprised how quickly I peaked. My hand helped my cock and the dildo rapidly entering my canal lead to my orgasm. This was the first time I'd pleasured myself in the shower. I left the cleaned toy on the tile shelf.

Without thinking I carelessly selected the red dress and my hose, not pantyhose, and my sexy black heels. Deidra and her nail girl had done wonders with my hair and cuticles yesterday. Doing my daytime makeup had become a five-minute assignment. I didn't experiment much today. 

I didn't have an appointment today but rushed out to the office. It was when I arrived I recalled my dinner plans with Cynthia. She would see me without my wig. I visited the ladies to check myself and met Avery.

"I thought that Cat would get into your panties Sara. That cost me a twenty."

She was dressed down today, "Casual Friday girl."

I smiled, "A dress just feels good to me, "

She interrupted, "I might wear more of them if I had a waist like yours. Did you lose some more weight?"

I was at 128 pounds and wasn't wearing the cincher today, "My walking is helping with that. Would you like to join me some morning?"

That seemed to cause her to start walking away, "Maybe, sure, I'll text you one morning next week and we'll meet." she closed the door to the ladies behind her.

I received a third text from Bill late in the day, "Will you please call me Micha, sh_t! Sara?"

I texted him that I would call him tomorrow, "quite busy just now".

A few minutes later the phone buzzed but it was Cynthia, "We're still on for this evening?"

I was to bring the wine again but a good red was more appropriate given her suggested menu.

I drove to the wine store thinking of how to prevent my staying the night. Our last evening was relaxing, yet I was anxious. I recalled her voice on the camera saying she would wrap her legs around me. Tonight it could be nice as well but she had been very clear. Cynthia knew of my body, and yet she wanted me. Maybe she could be true to her word and wait for me to be ready.

As I continued to the store I considered how differently I felt for these three women in my new world. Angelica was strong and knew her mind while Jenn was very much not like that and Cynthia was possibly just attracted to the real me, regardless of my gender.

I craved a sexual encounter but my fake breasts seemed to dampen my ardor. I would hold off having any sexual relations until my breasts were healed.

Cynthia called from the door, "In here Sara." My heels clicked as I crossed the stone Foyer.

Entering the Kitchen she turned, "Wow, you look wonderful." She washed her hands and approached me.

The counter was between us but her eyes were telling me she liked what she saw.

"Your hairdresser is quite good, even without the wig you look stunning. Well that red dress and the heels sure help too."

She slipped around the counter and stood very close, "Nice wine, again. Let's open it and sit for twenty minutes Sara."

I could smell her scent, though dressed in a work suit she still looked sexy. I had to be careful. 

Smiling I asked, "Where are your Bordeaux glasses?"

She was still very close, "I'll get them. The opener is in that right drawer, top."

She turned but her eyes stayed with me. I looked down her body. She was quite lovely. I saw the taut fabric across her bottom, but no panty line.

"Stop looking at my ass Sara. You'll turn me on and then what will we do? We can't start having sex yet. I refuse to get into a quick bedding relationship, even though I like to, to sleep with you, even tonight."

Sitting with her and watching the sunset I found I enjoyed this intelligent woman whose snarky behavior had so displeased me a month ago. We were listening to a Charlie Parker compilation from the 1940's with Miles on trumpet. She told me of her recent trip to San Francisco and Napa Valley. I hadn't been into wine when I lived on the coast. Now I realized that I could possibly visit when I went to my mother's. 

After dinner we settled on the sofa, "You can stay the night. The guest bed is made and I promise to stay out of your room Sara."

It wasn't a bed idea but I said I could drive the short distance.

"Did you receive your new license yet?"

I told her it would be in the mail, but no not yet.

"Well if you need to leave I understand," she moved closer.

She looked into my eyes and wet her lips, a kiss was coming. I was anxious but closed my eyes and Cynthia kissed me, her tongue slipping over my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and our tongues touched. We kissed for a few moments and she slid even closer.

"That was nice Sara."

I drew her close and we kissed again hugging on the sofa. Her left hand started to move up my calf past my knee.

"You're smooth dear," her hand was now under my dress hem.

"You're wearing hose and a suspender. I love your style Sara." She lifted my dress and saw the welt of my stockings.

"These are quite expensive hose. I tend to ladder mine so I wear mostly pantyhose. But for you I'll start to wear the better stockings. They do make me feel sexy."

She kissed me again as her hand paused.

I didn't want this evening to get out of control, "No Cynthia, my sex is off bounds for now, OK?"

She kissed me lightly, clearly aroused, "Oh Sara, do we have to stop?"

The End of part Twelve

To be continued



A Year Ago Ch. 13



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of the story . . 

*****

In bed late Friday night I thought of Cynthia's question this evening, "Oh Sara, do we have to stop?" After we making out on her sofa I drove home alone. Her kisses were all I could think of. I wanted more but we both decided to take this slowly. Her scent was till with me. Her hands had played across my butt as she kissed me that last moment. She had carefully restricted her petting. Not once had my clitty been touched. 

I opened my bedside drawer and withdrew the fleshy toy. I reconsidered; I wanted Cynthia now not a substitute. I turned over and fell asleep.

The next morning on the porch I was ready to walk to the school but as I stepped off I saw someone through the light fog jogging toward me. He turned and moved across Mrs. Greggs' lawn. As I reached the curb I recognized him. He was the man who had found my keys on the track several days ago. He sat down on the stoop of her home to cool down.

As I began and turned toward the school he looked up and saw me. He waved and quietly said hello as I headed down the street. I simply smiled and continued. He must be staying with Mrs. Greggs. Maybe he was her son? Then I realized that she might have told him about my changes. How weird might he think I was! He did wave though.

I thought of the possible consequences my gender changes could lead to with the other neighbors but realized this was now well outside my control. Mrs. Greggs was a good person and we had been friendly since I moved in two years ago. I knew her husband had past but we'd not spoken of her family. This man was definitely over thirty but in good shape. I thought about Mrs. Greggs; she might be as old as seventy but she may be younger.

Returning home from the track I saw her walking back from the curb. She waved and went back inside. She didn't look over seventy so the guy earlier could be her son.

A bit after to ten I was getting in the Audi to run to the store and wasn't paying attention. As I put the car into reverse I caught sight of a man jogging up my drive, darting to avoid my car.

I was surprised by the movement but rolled the window down, "I didn't see you approaching. I'm so sorry, I nearly hit you."

He stood near the driver's door, shaking his head, "It wasn't that close."

I looked square at his body, his crotch was near due to my position in the low car. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt, but no shoes. I could smell is aftershave.

"Sara right? Hi, my Aunt lives across the street. We saw each other earlier this morning, and a few days back right?"

I turned the car off and looked at him through my sunglasses.

"Yes, I'm Sara. You helped me when I dropped my keys at the school track." 

I was blushing but intrigued. He had to know of my changes right?

"My Aunt sent me over to ask, I mean, she was saying. She suggested that we could have you over this evening for a glass of wine. Could you come, I mean we'd really enjoy having you to the house this evening."

I didn't hesitate, "Sure, and your name is?"

He backed off, "Oh wow, yeah, I'm George. My mother is Susan's younger sister."

I liked George immediately, "Can I bring anything this evening George? I'm going to the store now."

He came back closer, "Sure, I mean no. Just come over about 5pm. Susan said five is a good time. She loves white French but I'm a red drinker so you can choose Sara."

"Good George, then I'll see you. You know I didn't know your Aunt's first name, Susan. Thank you for the invite."

When I returned from the store I saw that my lawn had been cut. I usually did this myself so I assumed George was just being nice but it had been on my agenda. His help had freed up my early afternoon and it had become warm around Noon. 

I considered what I would wear this evening. Entering my expanding wardrobe I selected the low heeled sling-back heels and the dark pants that were tailored by Nordstrom. I decided on the soft pale white cashmere top but I wouldn't wear a brasserie nor the wig.

During my walk this morning I had decided to call my mother but now I was vacillating. I entered the bedroom and saw Sam my lover toy. I stepped to the bath to cleanse and shower. I had the afternoon to play since George had done the lawn. Now I could enjoy some time and release my yearning. Once I was dry I found the DVD with my friend Claire and selected some of my black lingerie and a pair of seamed hose. I definitely enjoyed being dressed sexy. I slipped on my tall black heels and spent two minutes practicing to get the seams straight. Returning to the bathe to do my face I could see Claire fellating her fellow in the mirror as I did my eyes. I stopped to watch her perform for a minute. She could get a big cock so deeply into her mouth!

Stepping to the Kitchen I retrieved the new ruby rouge lip color and primer I'd purchased this morning. I checked my nails. The color was a translucent pink and looked good with the ruby. 

I looked at my face. I was excited by the deep dark tones I'd applied for my sexual encounter with Sam. I reached for the gold hoops. I was getting more adept with my earrings but it still required my focus. I went to the large hall mirror and reviewed my outfit and my new narrow waist. I was almost at my target weight of 125 pounds.

My heels clicked on the foyer stone as I crossed to look out the small glazed opening of the door. Would I have some time with Cynthia or Jenn this afternoon? Standing there in my heels, lingerie and stockings I watched the quiet street and thought back to my morning. George wasn't really shy but cute as I tried to get his offer out. I'd plugged my bum after the shower and it was distracting me. Sam was calling and I went back to the bedroom.

Sitting down I considered the note I was writing to Jenn. I was planning to initiate a relationship. My on-line study of dominance had spiked my curiosity and her beautiful body wouldn't leave my dreams. Her behavior toward me I now realized was asking for my involvement. That first moment at the door of Angelica's home had touched something, then her visit last Sunday. I wanted to pursue her both as a lover and a sexual submissive.

The thoughts of her body were exciting but what was next step? The note had to be delivered but I didn't want it intercepted. 

Turning about I considered who might be my fantasy lover today, Jenn or maybe it would be George? I had never fantasized about a specific man. I would imagine him in my bed this afternoon! I looked to the screen as Claire engulfed her lover's cock in her mouth. My Sam would be with me as I danced atop my sexy heels.

Watching Claire slide atop her lover I unclasped my brassiere and almost wished my surgery was this coming week. Then I considered what I witnesses this morning. George appeared to be larger than my toy. He was big and I didn't pretend to understand how to get a big cock inside my tight butt. Though excited by the movie I stepped to my CPU and ordered a couple of new toys, one over eight inches long but thick as well. I hadn't even spent five minutes with a man but I wanted to be prepared. 

I had Sam standing on the low table top as I got to me knees and licked his helmet and around the head. Looking to Claire bouncing on her male toy my desire was rising. I applied some lube to my tight hole as I sucked and licked the toy. Sam was ready and so was I as I straddled the corner of the table and he slipped inside slowly. The cup held him to the table and I moaned loudly as I reached his nuts.

I settled there and just enjoyed the depth of his penetration. Then with Claire as my guide I mimicked her fucking on the screen. She seemed able to handle a cock in her rear a lot longer than me for after just a minute or so I was coming, shooting into my thong. I didn't remove Sam but just sat with him inside, my muscle clenching his shaft. I just watched Claire to see how long she allowed her lover to fuck her ass. Three minutes later Sam slipped out just as Claire slid off and took the cumshot. I lay quietly in the bed watching the next scene, which featured two lovey women fucking each other with strap-on dildos. I could see Cynthia doing that to me in the near future.

I napped until after 4pm so I had to get cleaned up again, and re-do my face. The afternoon sex was fun but I still wondered how I would handle George, not his cock, for that wasn't going to happen. I dressed quickly and checked my lipstick, the new rouge. At the mirror near the door I saw that my fake areoles were visible through the cashmere. I returned and put on a soft white underwire brasserie and re-brushed my hair.

I wasn't used to dating guys but this was a casual and neighborly affair. It was still as close to a date as I could imagine. Having Mrs. Greggs, Susan, near would be helpful, or so I thought. The image of his crotch kept re-inserting itself into my imagination. I wasn't horny but more than a little curious.

I left my front door open and walked across the street just after five. Mrs. Greggs met me at the door. 

"George is a good boy Sara. Thanks for coming for a drink. He's out back just there," she pointed to a terrace where he sat speaking on his cellphone.

"You know Susan, he cut my lawn this morning," she interrupted me.

"I told him to help my friend across the street yesterday, while we had coffee and we spoke of the neighborhood. He's attending a sales seminar for his work. He comes to stay about once a week Sara. He was a little confused while in college out west but seems to know what he wants now. His work and the seminar relate to his engineering background."

I wasn't sure what 'confused' referred to but we stepped to the terrace and George stood just having ended his call. He took my hand and we all sat down. 

Susan said, "The wine looks good. I'd love a glass of the Montrachet George. Serve one to Sara as well please." She directed me to sit across from George.

After some pleasant conversation Susan walked off. I watched her as she started to attend to some flowers. So it was a set up date, and she certainly had shared my history. 

George spoke of his career change, moving from the design work of the firm toward the sales side.

"This particular firm wants its clients to have access to experienced tech people."

I spoke of my computer work and the firm I'd started, "After only a few months I was making a profit and now the clients just come."

George continued talking of his firm and the positive environment it provided. The product line wasn't very specific. They designed and resolved the manufacturing of a wide variety of products for other companies, from diapers to headbands. 

"It's a little unusual in that there are quite a number of women engineers on staff. The firm had worked to balanced the hires of women and men graduate engineers."

"In my computer work there are few women as well," I said noticing he was relaxing as we continued to speak. Maybe the casual discussion of gender equality would help him understand that he was sitting with a girl with a penis.

"Evidently there is a trend toward more women and the CEO has a daughter who is studying at Michigan. Her interest in engineering inspired a shift in the firm's employment policy."

George talked of his studying in San Francisco and the time after graduation, "I had several interesting relationships and had my heart broken by someone. Susan has always been my favorite Aunt and she doesn't judge me."

He spoke of his mother's negative opinions, and bias. I noticed he was watching my sling-back when I moved or turned a little. I was glad I had worn sheer pantyhose since my ankles were all he could see of my long legs.

George said, "My father hasn't been close since the divorce nearly ten years ago. He didn't like most of my friends." He seemed a little upset as he continued.

"I worked in the Bay area for two years after college and lived with someone."

We had finished the wine. He enjoyed the white as well and I was feeling quite good. I liked George and he was clearly enjoying my company. We spoke without him having to acknowledge my gender change. I'd watched him slowly shifting his chair closer every few minutes so now we were sitting within a few inches of one another. Again his pants became the center of my attention. I had to get home soon!

"You know Sara, I, I mean, I want to explain something, about my past relationship. I lived with a gay friend out west after college. We broke up when I discovered I was really bisexual. I caused my boyfriend to leave not by sleeping around but by being less involved in the culture. Do you know what I mean?"

I simply smiled, he was sharing a lot and I was listening, not judging or flirting. And I could sense his interest in my complicated sexuality. There was something I was attracted to, maybe just his acceptance of my body was enough?

This man was handsome and smart and a few years older than me. He was a bit taller, maybe six foot. Even when he couldn't have known of my sex re-orientation I had found him attractive. Now he was close and he smelled good. This morning I'd seen enough to be aroused by him and now he was sharing intimate details. The idea of have a man's cock inside me had developed just recently thanks to Sam. But George was warm and definitively alive. I needed to calm down to remain near him.

I looked down at the table where his phone sat. 

The time was nearly seven, "George, I've had a lovely time but I need go. We both have much in common. I hope we see each other again." 

I got up to leave and saw Susan a few yards off.

"Goodbye Susan. Thank you for your invite. I've enjoyed this evening."

She approached, her hands soiled, "Can't you stay for dinner?"

"It's OK Aunt Susan. Sara, I'll walk out with you."

I said my goodbyes to Susan and we walked to the front of the house. George seemed to want to remain near and walked almost beside me and then across the street. I stopped at the curb.

"The wine was very good George, and "

He moved close and he kissed me, a bit abruptly. His hands moved to pull me closer and his mouth opened. I felt his light beard and smelled his scent and I kissed him back. My tongue lightly slipped across his. He moved even closer and I felt the unmistakable stiffness.

"Sara, can we spend some more time together? I like you and find you very attractive. I have an open mind and the desire to "

I reached up and kissed him again. I was excited by his kisses and wanted more. I didn't want to talk. He clearly understood my response. His hands were all over my butt. After a moment we stopped kissing but stayed holding one another just at the street. 

He relaxed his hug and I said, "I'm hungry. We could go for a simple dinner George." 

I wanted to stay away from the front door and any chance I'd take him to my bed.

He smiled and parted, "I'll go get my keys. We'll use my car OK?"

I waited at the curb and he got out and opened the passenger door. I liked being treated as a lady by George. He seemed to understand I wanted a gentleman. His body didn't leave my mind during the ride. I could look to his pants while he had to stay focused on the road though his hand ran along my left leg after he shifted into a different gear. I wished I was wearing a skirt and hose' so that he could have seen my legs. His cock was still semi-hard when he came to open my door at the restaurant.

After dinner he pulled into his Aunt's driveway and we talked for another thirty minutes. Our petting was discrete. I touched him through his pants and he ran his hands up under my top but didn't reach for my breasts. It was fun to explore a bit and I liked kissing him. Eventually we got out and I walked across the street. He was leaving early Sunday morning so we had exchanged telephone numbers and e-mails. 

I looked over my shoulder and waved as I reached the porch. Turning to enter I saw that I'd forgotten the door. It was wide open. Inside I found I'd left the house without straightening up nor cleaning my toys. If someone had come to the door they could have wandered about and seen Sam and the discarded lingerie.

I realized it was still early on the coast and I sat down with the phone and a glass of wine. I dialed the number but held off at the last digit. I wasn't interested in a visit from my mother this month. And next month I would be recovering from the breast surgery.

I hit the final number and she picked up on the third ring. I'd forgotten that my voice would be an issue. I couldn't find my 'Michael' voice. It was to late, she had picked up.

"How are you Michael?" she asked simply. The caller ID made my identity clear.

I started quite directly, "Mom I have some serious news. I've been going through an interesting period for the past seventeen days." My voice sounded so beautiful that I grew more confident as the words came out.

"I've made several major decisions that have had a very positive affect on my outlook and life."

I'd paused and she said, "Who is this, this can't be Michael. Do you have the number correct Miss?"

I had to say it more clearly, "Mom, it is me, your Michael," but she didn't understand.

I'd missed this issue; she couldn't understand. Obviously I hadn't spoken in a male voice in over two weeks.

"Mother, it's difficult to comprehend because I've changed," 

"Who is this?" she wasn't so old nor out of it. I, my voice was the issue.

"Mom your son has legally become a woman. My new name is Sara and I'm officially a female."

"Is this a prank call Miss? Is Michael there? Put him on the phone dear girl."

She hung up the phone; the line went dead. I called back immediately.

"Oh Mom don't hang up! It is me, Michael. I realize how strange this may be. I know I sound different, because I am. How will you know, ah. I was a cub scout in Mrs. Dents pack. You recall that? And I was Viola in the "Twelfth Night" back at State? Your favorite wine in Malbec . . . "

She mumbled a bit, "So the voice, you've learned to speak like a woman? You can't be serious Michael. You can't just decide to be a girl. How did all of this happen in the past three weeks Michael?"

At least she had agreed I was her son Michael, "It's actually easier to tell you this news than I'd thought Mom, now that you can get past the change in my voice." 

She asked how come I hadn't called earlier, "You usually share most of your news. This change seems quite rash, even crazy. You could have called to warn me that I was getting a daughter," she chuckled and I knew it would be easier from this point forward. I needed her support and love.

I spoke again about my change and then she continued, "I thought it strange I hadn't heard from you in so long Mic, I meant Sara. Can you tell me more about these changes?"

But there was a pause as she considered the consequences and spoke again cutting me off.

"Well I'm not surprised Mic, I mean Sara. I do, I, well I was about to misrepresent myself. Sara, I have always wondered if you might suffer from a gender disorder but I kept this to myself. I'd hope something might become clear as you reached puberty but Mich, I mean Sara you just somehow adjusted. Your father will absolute shit himself."

I was now the one shocked, "But how Mom? How might you have anticipated my finding a major change like this? Was is something medical of just your keen sense of my thinking a? I'm so shocked. Here I thought I was about to ruin your evening and, well your memories of me." 

She spoke quickly over me, "You were always a bit effeminate Mic, I mean Sara. Not in your manners or style. It was more your patience and understanding of the needs of any women in your life. There was no machismo in your character. By the way I like Sara. When will you allow me to come visit, to see my daughter?"




A Year Ago Ch. 13



I shared my surgery schedule and she asked how Lynn and Bill had handled my change. I spoke of the new relationships with Avery and Madison. I didn't divulge that I was falling for three different women but I did say I was happy to be meeting new friends. I withheld the fact of a new male in my life too.

"That's exciting Sara. My boy became a woman and I missed witnessing it. I'm so happy because I can hear it in your tone Sara. You're happy with this, therefore so am I."

Her support was making me a little emotional, "There are minor issues to be dealt with but the paperwork is settled. Even my mortgage has been revised. Now I wish I could have my surgery sooner."

There was a curiosity in her tone as she asked, "Can you tell me if you've decided you might like men? Or is Sara still in love with every woman she meets?"

I wondered aloud if that was a good characterization, "Was I like that early on Mom?"

She said that before I was eight or nine years old I only enjoyed playing with the neighborhood girls. Today showed me that something had changed for this girl seemed to like boys as well.

"You had boys that were friends but the girls could easily pull you into their world, Sara. I think your name is settling into my mind now honey."

I considered Jenn and as she continued talking I was certain that was still correct. If she suddenly appeared I would consume Jenn. I was strongly attracted to girls, to that girl.

We spoke for nearly an hour and she realized that technology could help her, "Can you send me a picture like you sent to Lynn. I love that part of your story Sara. I'd wished I could have seen that bitch's face when the picture flashed on her phone."

She didn't care for Lynn when they met last year.

I'd went to the wardrobe and put on my wig. 

A minute later she swooned, "I think the wig looks quite good. You need to watch how much weight you've drop Sara. It may feel good to be thin but it isn't a sign of good health. Besides that I love my new daughter!"

She pause, it sounded as if she might have been weeping. 

"Are you really fine with all of this Mom? I mean are you really in my corner on this, or are you just being fair and nice?"

She was crying softly, "I'm fine and I do love the decisions you've made. I just wish you'd let me visit for a few days. I'll get a hotel room so your schedule and new life won't be controlled by my being there."

I considered this but asked her, "Can you give me a day or two Mom? And how do you suggest I break the news to my father?"

She was ready for the question, "I'll speak with him Sara but I want some better pictures of you. Please send me several in the morning when the light is better. Something that shows how unequivocally your decision is. He must realize in a moment that you're a woman. Is that sensible to you Sara?"

I thought for a second, "That's a really good suggestion and attitude and I thank you for thinking of me Mom. I'll call you tomorrow OK?"

She told me she was proud of her new daughter and that she would always love me.

I slept a lot better that night. I had a new friend and a mother to support my new life as a woman. I would get her a plane ticket tomorrow.

The End of part Thirteen

To be continued



A Year Ago Ch. 14



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of the story . . 

*****

Sunday morning I thought back to my first date with a man. During dinner at the bar last night George told me about his past lover. He didn't have to explain his life but he talked for a few minutes about how this relationship had brought him back to the region.

"I'm happy my Aunt was close enough to you that you could share your life changes with her. We don't need to speak of the personal issues but I want you to understand that I am very attracted to you Sara. There is a lot that we could talk about but let us watch our relationship evolve. I have to get back tomorrow by 8am but I'm planning on be back Thursday. I would love to see you Friday night. We could visit that special locally sourced restaurant in the Village.

"I've read about it, the award winning, oh the name is, Sprouts? But yes, I'd love to see you Friday."

So I had another date, a second date. As noon approached I sat and considered my letter to Jenn. Thoughts of her sexy eyes aroused me and I considered playing with Sam but instead did the wash. Today just when I would be refocused another relationship would cause me to pause. Now it was Cynthia! 

I walked to the bedroom to put away my hose and a brasserie and saw the second DVD I had on the bureau. Claire was on the cover with a blonde beauty. I dreamed that if Cynthia were here we would make love. Was there some way I could just pause these thoughts, the romantic part of my transition? Maybe I should ask Madison's cousin Candice for guidance.

I had a lot to consider regarding Cynthia. As one o'clock past I stopped and remembered her intense kisses. We hadn't arranged to meet this coming week but the Email I'd received from her left little doubt regarding her intentions. Receiving a love letter via the Internet was new to me and hers include two sexy images. Reading of her desire was probably why I couldn't relax.

I needed something to do so I re-opened the letter to Jenn. It felt too long and didn't get to the point. I didn't send it. I needed to calm myself. I returned to the refrigerator for a yogurt.

A bit later I walked to the door and saw Susan working in her front flowerbed. This stirred thoughts of George!

I decided to attend a small concert at the Botanical Garden nearby. The music of Bach would distract me on this mild Sunday afternoon. I selected a summer slip dress in soft sapphire blue and a pair of wedge taupe sandals, which weren't too tall. I worn only light makeup and two of the bangles on my wrist. I grabbed my new mesh shoulder bag for the ten minute ride.

I had donated several hundred dollars to the group that manages this semi-private garden and was sponsoring the affair. I arrived to find the driveway packed with Bimmers and Audis but I was pretty certain I wouldn't meet anyone I knew. It was a classical music program, just what I needed, but my buddies wouldn't come near such an event.

Wrong! 

Once I was moving about the garden I saw Cynthia talking with another woman I didn't know behind the tall rose covered trellis. She hadn't seen me as of yet, at least I didn't think so. I could get away still and I placed the flute of sparkling wine down and turned to leave. 

"Sara, you don't have to leave so soon?"

It was Angelica's voice. I stopped and turned. Thinking quickly I pulled her hand, "Come with me please. We can talk but, well, I rather spend the afternoon with you truth be told. Can you slip away?"

Once we were in my Audi I explained about an 'old girl friend' and she suggested that we could head to her house.

"No, I don't want you too comfortable. I feel the attraction between us Angelica. Maybe we'll head to the Village, the Wine Bar?"

She looked at my naked legs, "You do know that your lovely legs beguile me right Sara?"

I started the Audi and we headed to the Village. 

As I turned to look over my right shoulder to parallel park the car I saw Angelica's beautiful eyes studying me.

"Why are you staring at me Angelica?"

She smiled as I completed the maneuver and said, "I want to kiss you Sara. You're something special. We both know I'm attracted to you and I haven't been able to get you alone. Maybe today you'll consider me as a lover." She reached to touch my upper thigh but I pushed her hand off.

"I'm in need of more friends not lovers dear Angelica."

I turned off the car and reached for the door handle but was paused by her hand. She had slipped closer and when I turned toward the passenger seat she kissed me gently. As I relaxed she became more urgent and her sweet tongue pushed open my lips and we kissed for several minutes as only two women can. I was touching her brassiere strap at her back as she moved even closer, atop the console. Her hand was gliding up my right thigh and she didn't pause but moved to grasp my tight thong and my semi-soft penis.

"This is what I want Sara. I want to kiss you here. I need to love you. Can we go to your home instead, please?"

I reached to her hand which was now inside my thong, "Not here Angelica. No not my house either." Her fingers were around my penis as we kissed again.

She said quietly as we kissed, "We could go to the office. There's a small studio on the upper floor. It was cleaned last week. We could be alone there. The room is simple but there should be no one working this afternoon."

I stopped and took her face in my hands, "Are you kidding me? You think we can just start an affair? I'm in transition Angelica. My chest is fake and I'm very nervous about how I look naked. My world could really become screwed up if I fall for you or any other person now. I wanted to avoid the another girlfriend for this exact reason. Now you want me in bed, my little clitty in your body? I don't know how to act in this, this isn't a relationship Angelica."

She kissed me deeply again, "Quiet you lovely girl. I want to help you, not marry you! Tell me about your other girlfriend. Is she younger or more of a cougar like me?"

I slipped back against the car door, "Can a cougar be interested in another woman?"

She smiled, "Sara you are a woman and I do want you. You can have other relationships, women, men, whatever. I do enjoy others!"

"I looked at her intensely, "and Jenn. Tell me about her. Do you fuck your little maid?"

"What do you think? Of course I fuck Jenn. That's why she's with me. She wants, I mean needs to be dominated. She likes me to stick my dildos into her mouth, even her ass. She can't go without a cock inside her for thirty hours Sara."

I gasped, "You fuck her bottom? Why if she's got a pussy?" I realized the stupidity of my thought immediately but she laughed.

"We all love a dick in our bums Sara. Don't tell me you're a virgin? My panty is soaked already. Thinking that I might be the first inside you will put me over the edge."

I lightly smacked her left hand as she reached for my clitty again. "The sexual nature of my gender shift has caused me a lot of trouble yet, yes, I'm a virgin of sorts Angelica."

She hugged me back to her and we kissed intensely for a minute. Pausing I spoke, "There's a guy I met yesterday. I nearly took him to my bed but I can't feel fully female so long as my chest looks fake. My other girlfriend has clear designs on my wedding day pop!"

She laughed, "You're just kidding, she wants to marry you?"

"No I'm not! She wants a long-term lover. She wanted me before I knew I wanted this change. I'm not suggesting she said so much. Feminizing a male might have been beyond her imagination but she loved my soft non-masculinity if that can describe me before I put on a dress and heels."

Angelica sat back now, "Okay, a glass of wine it will be Sara, "

"I think we'll need a bottle dear." We walked slowly across the Green.

Later that evening I dropped her back at her car and we kissed, "You'll not reconsider my offer?"

"No Angelica, I want my body to be settled. Two weeks, maybe three from tomorrow I'll feel better and we can talk okay?"

When I got home it was dusk but Cynthia's car was in my driveway. I didn't see her though. Stepping to the door I heard women's voices over my shoulder. It was Susan saying goodbye to Cynthia.

As she crossed the street Cynthia spoke, "You disappeared and I came over about two hours ago. Your neighbor invited me in for some wine while I waited. Do you want to tell me about George? I can wait if that's what you feel you need to do Sara. I sense you're uncertainty but I'm still interested. Can you at least not make me feel left out?"

I turned back to the door, "Come inside and we can talk but I can't have anymore alcohol understood?"

We spoke of the two others I was interested in as I prepare a salad and cheese plate.

"You need to settle this Sara. I can wait. I don't want you wondering what you might have missed. I don't have a warm cock and I'm a working girl. I see that cougar could completely take care of you. The difference is that I'm falling in love with the new girl you're becoming. I want to share these experiences with you. I want to be with you when you have your surgery. Will you left me come with you?"

"It's an outpatient thing. My mom wants to be there so maybe not."

She had a tear in her eye, "I'm glad you can include her. I understand. That makes sense Sara. How did she handle the news?"

I told her of the call last night and the history mom had shared.

"It wasn't only me who saw the girl in Michael then." She stepped close and we hugged and she kissed me. Two women had kissed me today and yesterday a sexy man. I was spinning. Her scent always got me excited.

"You have to leave. I want to wait to have you in my bed."

She held me tight, "When then? A week after the surgery?"

That meant three weeks, "Yes, then we can try to be with one another Cynthia. Give me a few weeks okay?"

The next week was quite crazy at the office. My servers needed to be upgraded and I was overwhelmed by the technical aspect and software updates. Two days before my scheduled breast surgery my Mother arrived. I'd planned to meet her plane but a power failure cause a cascade of trouble and I sent a car for her. 

She came to the office but I was still focused on the final re-boot when I heard the door knock.

"Sara, it's me dear." She step passed the open doorway as I stood and turned.

"Oh my god. Is that really Michael?"

I had nearly become the woman I strived for. The love of my body had not come yet. I would reach to attain that via a surgeon but I knew this was essential. I was dressed to meet my Mother. I'd worn a new dress. It was a shift that fell to my knee with a simple soft rose' cross atop an off-white banner. My hair had grown but I still worn a wig. A new bob of soft strawberry blonde nearly reaching my shoulders. I felt good and also proud but anxious. My dress had not been expensive but the tailor had made it fit perfectly. I had dressed my naked legs with Votre Vu Silk so they were softly tanned. My 4" heels were ivory leather with a stacked heel and a single narrow strap. I wore my diamond ring and the new studs in my ears. 

I turned toward the voice and said, "Hi Mom, its me Sara."

During the next six days Mom was at my side helping me with everything. We learned to respect each other a knew. She was considerate and not judgmental. I was happy she could come and help me deal with the adjustments. 

The doctor used an armpit incision and 300cc saline implants atop the muscle. There was some pain but within three days I was able to get some work done but was restricted in my movements. Mom's presence was important.

One evening four days after the surgery Mom asked, "When do you want to look at the result Sara?"

I was certain I needed more time but not wearing a bra didn't feel right. "The doctor suggested I wait at least a week. There are no bandages Mom but I feel so swollen. Let's give a few more days. I'll look on Saturday." 

I felt the breasts were so large but knew that was common. The simplest actions lead me to be concern. Was I doing too much? I found I read a lot. On Friday I reviewed the letter I'd started to Jenn. She still filled my mind even with Angelica and Cynthia sending me e-mails of support.

I asked Mom to help me Saturday after a simple lunch, "I want to see what I look like."

She was supportive but was surprised by the bruises. I was delighted. They looked larger than I wanted but I had a great set of breasts! Over the next few weeks my body would settle.

A week later I was feeling more comfortable but the size was still an issue. I asked Mom to go with me to the follow-up.

The doctor said, "Sara, we're happy with the result. The insertion is healing perfectly and the swelling is on scale. Try to be patient and please don't exert yourself during the next ten days. After that you will be okay. Try to use a sports brassiere at all times, not an underwire bra Sara." 

She photographed my chest, "I think these are nearly perfect. Be proud of your breasts!"

Cynthia called after another few days, "Can I come by?"

Mom had left so I agreed, "Just don't expect much please."

I hadn't been drinking since the day before the surgery and now fifteen days later she had done her research.

"We both need a glass of wine." She told me that she had abstained while I was recovering. 

"I told you I was serious Sara, I want you in my life. I won't press you but it's the real thing. I'm still wait for you; to hold you."

I kissed her warmly, our breasts touching. "Can you believe that that's me? My nipples are actually very responsive to touch!"

"Sounds like you've been playing with yourself girl."

"Do you want to see them?"

She grimaced, "Don't tease me Sara. I want to play with all of your body."

The next week I had agreed to see George. He had known of my planned surgery and understood I needed almost a month. He had stayed clear but he had to attend a special final group meeting. On Tuesday he called, "Can we have dinner Friday evening Sara?"

I agreed.

But on Thursday I had a surprise visitor at the office. "You're looking beautiful Sara."

It was Angelica and she was dressed to kill in a tight LBD and tall heels. "I stayed away. Well actually I traveled to avoid bothering you. I'm glad I had to stop to see the girl's next door. Can we have lunch?"

"Sure, give me ten minutes okay?"

At a small bistro we lunched, "Your surgery wasn't too uncomfortable?"

I told her of my mother's support. Today Angelica looked beyond compare. I felt my clitty stirring.

After lunch she suggested a walk. Half way back to the office she stopped and we kissed. "I want to hold you, to take you to bed. You're more than I can resist," she said.

"Angelica, I have had time to consider many things but I haven't time to investigate my sexual nature. You're too advanced for me right now. You dominance could be special but I need time. I want to experiment."

"Can't we do some of that together? I mean, you can have Thomas, even, well I could send Jenn over for a few days.'

I couldn't get her to pause, "I need more time Angelica! I really love, I mean to say I'm strongly attracted to you, but pressing me is just wrong." I walked away quickly but then slowed to allow her to catch me.

As she approached she spoke, "I will have you Sara. We both know this. You want me to lead you, to care for you. And I'm ready to do so but it will be on my terms, not yours is that clear?"

She fell silence and turned and walked away. The strength of her personality showed me something I previously missed. She would get me to do anything she wanted. I wanted to meet her expectations.

As I walked back to the office I considered how different it felt to be near her. Cynthia was a bit of a boss but treated me on equal terms. Not Angelica. She wanted to domineer me and I was pretty certain now, now I knew she would. How changed I was would take me four months to comprehend. But she knew. Angelica knew I would be kneeling in front of her at some point soon.

Friday morning I awoke still entranced by her power. I played with a new toy thinking of her. As I showered I decided what I would wear for the date with George. 

Still damp from the shower I wondered about sucking his cock. I had practiced this with Sam but could I enjoy having a warm penis in my mouth? I loved licking pussy and even had played with Lynn's rosebud. The evening was going to be my first sexual encounter since I began my adventure. Where would this all lead I wondered.

I wanted to find out if a man was right for me. George might be handsome and interested but it was my choice to make. I would see if I could induce him to take a strong lead. I was ready to have sex with him. To allow him inside my body but I wanted a strong partner and up to today he had been too docile. Tonight's outfit I hoped would change that condition and behavior.

The End of part fourteen

To be continued . . .



A Year Ago Ch. 15



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigations. Please review the first phases of the story . . . Sara's life change has entered the fourth month and her world feels very new, very much hers.

*****

On the drive to the office Friday morning I thought back to George and my second date almost a month ago. I had been a little drunk but knew what I was doing when I unzipped his pants and slipped his hard cock out. 

As I licked about the length of his generous phallus I consider how moist my thong was. During the dinner I was relaxed but also quite excited. Now with his stiffness in my hand I needed to go slow. I had no intention of losing my cherry tonight. He had resisted my forwardness as we reached the passenger door. I was kissing him deeply as my hand rubbed him softly through the pants. I was responsible for his erection and wanted to have him in my mouth.

With my toy Sam it was easier for my teeth weren't an issue. My study of cocksucking was clear; take the cock slowly into the mouth and prevent your teeth from scratching the sensitive skin of your partner. 

I started by licking along the side and then used my lips wrapped about the girth to move back to the helmet. I looked to George and he smiled as I engulf his big cock. He could only last for about a minute and his juice hit the back of my mouth. I was surprised how similar his tasted to my own. He pulled me off of my knees and kissed me a moment later. His tongue found some of the seed.

"That was great Sara. I've had many blowjobs but none as special as your mouth." His hand was on my upper thigh but it had been there a great deal that night. He had enjoyed my silky stocking and the bare skin above the hose' welt but had resisted moving his hand to my panty until now. 

I reached to stop him, "I'd rather wait George. I'll be more prepared after the appointment. Please just hold me. Did I really do okay?"

"You did very well for a beginner," I'd shared that I was practicing at dinner. He was curious if I'd ever been with a male. "So this, I mean I'm your first boyfriend?"

"Yes George and you're a great reason to be a woman. I enjoy spending time together with you. The gentleman approach is working. This girl likes you." I blushed and he reached to hug me. We were in a booth and the restaurant wasn't crowded.

His cock was a bigger than I thought but the larger new toy I'd received earlier that week was helpful. I hadn't name the eight-inch long thicker toy. It was an uncut version for I wanted to understand if there was a difference. George was circumcised so I wouldn't name that fat phallus quite yet.

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Once at the office I wasn't able to focus and besides there wasn't a lot to do, as it was Friday. I'd had lunch with Avery and we spoke mostly about the recovery and my chest.

"Madison was certain that you'd select a fuller size. Since I'm pretty small I think a large bosom might be nice but yours are just right Sara. I've been watching Madison deal with bras that aren't comfortable for years. After five-thirty many days she removes it. I've never had that issue. Are they sensitive?"

I smiled slightly and bent to get a little closer, "Actually I had excitable nipples before the surgery. Now I'm no expert, but on my own I've found that the stimulation can be distracting. Just moving too quickly can cause me to, well not cum but I definitively get excited. The Doctor has told me that I can run in another two weeks. The team was quite happy with the results and to me, well, having them makes me feel a bit more womanly."

She snickered slightly, "I'm sorry but you sound crazy Sara. You couldn't be more of a woman. Your face and butt lead this lesbian to distraction!"

I was happy for her offhanded praise but I still didn't feel completely female either. The hormones had slightly affected my testes, and tucking was easier since my penis was a bit smaller.

She knew I had a date, "Tonight with George I hope to find a new sense of enjoyment. Playing alone just isn't as fun."

Again she snickered, "I'll come play with you Sara, can I please?" We both laughed at her come on.

"But seriously, your nails need attention. What will you wear?"

I told Avery of my planned outfit. How I decided on the new black dress.

"Sexy yet not over the top or slutty. Maybe not the hose' though. Have you tried a pair of suspender hose?"

I said, "That may be better. I've got a pair in light charcoal with a lace top."

She continued, "And are you truly prepared for having a, I mean, I like it when a girl fucks my butt but I've been taught over several years and been with many lovers. Actually it was Madison, when we were lovers, who took my bottom first."

I liked that Avery could discuss anything with me. She hadn't been shy about any of the details of my transition. "Well I'll of course clean my bottom and the toys have allowed me to become accustom to,"

She giggled, "Who is this mystery lover?"

"Yeah Avery, I've been fucked by one named 'Sam' many times now. My newer toy is closer to George in size and though not warm it seemed pretty nice inside my bottom."

I had shared the fellatio episode.

She smiled and said, "I actually love the ritual in cleansing. Getting clean for my lover."

I smirked, "I'm surprised how many girls, I mean to say lesbians, love to play with their bums."

Now she smirked, "After practicing to get accustom to the penetration I find the orgasm can be more intense Sara. Not always but something in my backdoor can be exciting with the right girl."

Hearing her I wondered how I'd missed this sexual activity prior to twelve weeks ago. She was right and yet I had been resistant to anal.

"I think George has been, he's had a male lover. I hope he can lead. I seemed to want to be at least somewhat submissive."

Avery smiled, "Yes Sara, and Angelica will be waiting for you too."

"Why can't we be both, I mean, being submissive, dominant or whatever? Is it that obvious? How can you tell? How could you and Madison sense she wants me?"

Now she laughed, "That first sight of you weeks ago, I have to say you looked so much in need of care. Yes we can. It does depend on whom you're having sex with Sara. To your last question, I of course didn't recognize you as Michael at that moment. You may not believe me but I was attracted to you in that blink moment."

I reached across the table, "I needed you as a friend, and I still do Avery. Thanks for your support."

"But that cougar wants you. Angelica seems to prefer female lovers, though she isn't a typical lesbian. She is a bit too glamorous for most femmes or lipstick babes. Be careful playing with her. She knows everything about you correct?"

She understood as I spoke, "The tenant agreement was the tell though."

"Ahh, yeah that makes sense Sara. Michael's name had to have been in the files."

She paused, "But we need to get you focused on the other sex. Your date tonight could change your sexual perception Sara. I mean, I haven't met this guy but if my experience shows anything, you're either into girls or guys. There are some women who are true bisexuals but they're few and far between. That doesn't mean the best femme dykes don't love to be penetrated. That's why we have all of the toys for god sakes. I don't think that most straights can separate the act of penetration from gender selection. Females get to be more fluid in our selection of mates. Now you can as well Sara."

On the drive home I recalled the last meeting with Angelica. I was entranced by her powerful and sensual personality. She held my attention but I had to showered and prepare for the date with George. Tonight I hoped would change something about me. Just the experience of having another in bed after weeks by myself would be good. That George was a man who treats me as a female may be a risk. Avery had mentioned that as well. 'Be prepared for anything. He may be aggressive even if his behavior hasn't been'.

Her final words caused me to think, "Remember that whether or not you asked for him to go to bed with you, you can always change your mind. Saying no is a woman's option at all times Sara." We agreed to meet at the Park for a walk Sunday morning.

I found the package of suspender hose' and spent thirty minutes attending to my nails. I had a DVD running that showed Claire with various men, only men. I had watched the movie earlier in the week to understand how her acting changed when she was with men and I noted the subtle details of her submissive role. Claire could handle the role and yet could be the top with other women. Watching a big penis pushed inside her tight body had helped me during my initial attempts. Now I wanted George inside me. 

I wanted to be fucked, on my back, standing against a wall, from behind and even reverse cowgirl. Maybe we wouldn't get to all of these positions but I wanted George to thoroughly settle my bottom on his cock.

Now dressed in the hose', just a black thong and my black four-inch slingbacks I wandered to the Hall mirror. On our previous dates I hadn't worn a wig but tonight was special and besides, I needed a trim. So with the honey blonde hair falling to the middle of my back I studied my body. My breasts were nicely shaped and the areolas and nipples had increased beautifully. The small scars at my armpits were barely noticeable after four weeks.

Touching my new breasts lightly was enough to get me excited, actually more exciting then the nipples. The lower skin was very sensitive to my touch. I hoped having George's tongue on them would be equally exciting.

I would wear a support bra but I wanted to review my face and hair before completing the outfit. I wondered why black lingerie seemed correct. I was of course about to give away the only opening I had to a penis. Was this event sort of like a wedding? Should I re-consider the ivory outfit? 

I stepped back to the bath to adjust my eyeshadow and apply the lipstain. My toy play had shown me how lipstick just wasn't feasible. It rubbed off within seconds and smeared the toy skin. With my dark charcoal chemise on I lightly applied the Chanel perfume. I stepped into my body-con dress and pulled it up and over my new breasts, and zipped it into place. I wondered at how the fabric with just a bit of spandex hugged my now narrow waist and clung to my hips. The hem fell past mid-thigh but still seemed short to me. The neckline wasn't too deep and it felt good moving about completing the last of the outfit. I only needed to set the hoops in my ears and slip on my bangles. I heard the car outside but paused. George must come to the door and ask me to join him. 

I was pretty certain he knew that we would be in bed later. I'd hinted that the restaurant I wanted to go to had a nice Hotel. I would insist that we get a room to avoid Susan seeing his car tomorrow morning. Sneaking about felt a little silly.

The bell sounded and I gather my purse and small bag. The five-pack of condoms I hoped would be sufficient. In the other bag was an outfit for the morning and an extra thong panty. The last date I had soaked my panty early and it was less than comfortable, as I had sucked him off.

The Date went well but I was distracted. All during dinner I kept seeing this man as so near to being with me.

"I can't eat George. Take me upstairs please?" He had already checked in.

"Sara relax, we've got all night". He had a steak and I ate a few scallops and resisted drinking the third glass of wine. Two hours later he asked for the check.

His cock was stiff as we rode the elevator to the fifth floor. Maybe it was hands rubbing his back as we rose in the elevator. His hands found my breasts secured by the sexy black lacy bra.

"The doctor recommends that I wear the bra during sex for at least another week George, okay?"

At the door I pushed it closed and kissed him, "I want your cock inside me George. Fuck me please," but he said, "Let me look at your breasts Sara," as he stepped back.

I slowly removed the tight dress and the chemise fell to the carpet. I left the thong on.

"I want to keep this on please. I feel feminine when my clit is restrained please. 

He came and hugged me, "Then at least remove the bra to let my eyes enjoy your body Sara."

I released the bra and he came and kissed my mouth then slipped down to the right breast licking along the underside just below the areole, then he moved the left.

"I love your breasts Sara," he continued to lick and tease the erect nipple of my left breast.

He stood to kiss me as my hand found his belt and released the clasp. 

I reached for his smooth cock after pushing the pant down, "This is my joy tonight. Are you ready to fuck your new woman George?"

After he first licked my opening he stood near with me on my back on the edge of the bed with my heels on the floor. He ran the very hard and big cock along my thong. I thought only of the sensation of the moist tip kissing my hole. He did this again and again. Teasing my body for I moved closer at each pass. Then he looked into my eyes and slipped the head of his glorious penis into me.

I lost a breath as the tip opened my body slowly. "Ohh, ohh, Geor," as he inched inside so slowly I wanted to scream. Not from pain but desire, "Fuck me George NOW!"

He slipped a bit further in and than withdrew. "Is this what my girl wants? You want a cock to split your moist lips open Sara?"

"Yes, yes, " as he slipped inside me again but not all the way. He stopped, "Just enjoy that I'm so hard for you lover."

Again he withdrew. Taunting me he bent and licked my body, pushing his tongue into me, "Now I'll fuck you. I'll make you want you are. I'll open your body and push my meat inside you. I'll spray my seed into your body Sara."

He pumped in and out of my pulsing body for a whole two minutes before I screamed into his ear, "I'm cuming, Geor, I'm, I'm loving your cock George! Fuck me, ahhhh!!"

After we shower together I sucked him. "Do you want me to..." 

"No George, not tonight. I want your cock to bring me to orgasm again, maybe three more times." He ran after me into the bedroom again.

Applying the third condom was difficult since he was so wet from my blowjob. I moved away a bit. He was behind me looking at my butt framing by the suspender hose'. Standing in my heels I moved toward the wall of glass overlooking the night sky. I asked him to come closer, his stiff dick pointing at me. I still wore my thong and bra.

"Can anyone see you Sara?" 

"Who cares! It's three in the morning and I want your cock in me please." 

He approached and simply entered me. I breathlessly received his thrusts as he pushed against my bottom, "Faster Please!!"

He paused after a minute and I turned around dropping to my knees. My mouth loved and licked George. He moaned but pulled me up and kissed me as he entered me again. At this angle it was not good but he shifted and it was less awkward. 

"Lift you leg Sara to my arm."

So standing with my back against the glass and my leg held in the crook of this left arm he fucked me looking into my eyes. 

"Is this how you wanted it a month ago Sara? Me deep inside you?"

Near dawn as he slept I walked about the stillroom with my hand cupped at my groin. His seed oozed from my body but I didn't want to waste it. I licked George's semen from my right hand as my left gathered ounces more of the sauce that had been inside me. 

I did feel differently. After twenty minutes I climbed back into bed and kissed the cock that had been mine all night. Three times he had fucked me and I'd cum twice strongly but I needed more. His phallus rose slowly and I slipped the condom over the tip as moved to straddle his torso.

"Wants happening?"

He awoke to see me without my wig, my makeup a little smeared and my chest free, my breasts swaying over him. I pushed the thong panel aside and inserted him into my body and slowly I fucked him as I looked to his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth smiled at me. 

He whispered, "Sara, your body makes me feel very good. You're so tight wrapped about me."

I moaned for his long cock was banging my prostate. I moved him in and out of my body. Twice he slipped free but I reached to push him back into my canal. After a few minutes I moaned deeply, "I'm, I'm cuming again, again George!" as I increased the tempo but this orgasm started differently from any other I'd experienced. 

It was slowly building and building. Two minute later I was still fucking George and feeling the continuing rise of this unique orgasm. I pushed down atop his dick as I came and released into the thong but I felt contractions all over my body and these didn't stop. It was my first all body orgasm. 

I no longer saw my new body as bad or wrong, just me, just Sara.

I quivered as I fell to his chest and he kissed my mouth. George was still deep within my body as new thoughts came to my mind. I was Sara and liked having a cock in my body, a lot. I wasn't in love. I knew now I could enjoy being with a man but I needed more experiences. 

I thought of Angelica and I smiled, "Thank you, you big stud."

He continued to move within me as I realized he hadn't cum. 

"We're not don't yet sweetie," he said and a minute later he shot within me again. I was somewhere else though. 

I was thinking of Cynthia.

The End of part fifteen

To be continued . . .



A Year Ago Ch. 16



This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigations. Please review the first phases of the story . . . 

*****

. . Sara's life change is very much hers

Maybe it was some sort of goal but having been with George allowed me to think more clearly about my sexual nature. 

That Saturday morning we did things in bed that I enjoyed but slowly I'd come to realize that it was his cock that I wanted not George. He was special and nice but I was now certain I wanted a woman. There was no easy way to end this relationship but by three that afternoon I needed to get away. We were at the hotel pool and George was swimming. I'd been into the water but just to wet my feet. The wig was only one issue. My gaff kept the bits concealed but it was too much work so I just sat with a glass of wine and considered my next step. The sun felt good.

After thirty minutes of slow laps George stepped out of the water and approached. He could see that something was on my mind. As he used the towel he sat down across from me.

"I knew this part might be the most difficult Sara. You have my support and I know you may need to get away for some time. The lovemaking aside I've been with enough lovers to know when it's real. We both needed last night. I needed to understand that I was capable of being with a woman. Your body is perfect. It held me and I enjoyed our sex. You needed to be with a man, be penetrated, prove to yourself that you could attract a guy and love a guy. Now I sense that we both need some space."

He understood. I wasn't in love but I needed to find out whether I was whole or just partially a woman. I learned for certain that I would never have reassignment surgery. A man had completely enjoyed sex with my body. I could see myself with my modest penis as female without being told. He said the most wonderful things that Saturday. I was glad I'd given myself to George. 

Saturday evening I stayed in and relaxed with the light low and the soft music on my iPod filling the rooms. By Sunday morning I knew I had to call Cynthia but I waited until after my walk to make the call. 

"Yes its me. No I'm fine. Yes I did. No he was great. Details? No way girl! Come pick me up. I'm walking back from the Park now."

Back home she was clear. The tryst with George was essential. Cynthia and I spent the rest of the morning as well as the afternoon discussing my new world.

"You've created yourself Sara. You've made this all happen. You need to continue understanding who you are. Nothing, even my desire, should get in the way. We each have to establish our place. You are a woman, and you'll find it's a pain in the ass. Amazing too, but you need to keep your search going. Find out who Sara wants."

She stayed as I showered, "I'm fine to go to dinner."

Cynthia was wearing a pair of black skinny pants that stopped just above the ankle and tall pumps. Having showered I'd slipped on a pair of jeans. These weren't easy to get into but they looked great and would help restrict my excitement. Being with her all day had been good but I was quite distracted. 

During dinner she brought up Angelica, "You've got to meet her Sara. She may be the one, though I hope to god she's not. But I have to stand the risk so you should call her."

"Are you crazy? She may eat me alive! I want to be with you."

She looked down while twirling her wine glass, "That's the point. You're at least a little curious about her life, her energy, her dominant behavior. If you won't see her I think there could be negative consequences."

I looked at her but she was still looking down. I couldn't get her attention, looking toward her I said, "Look at me when you say that Cynthia." She looked at me and I could see her love and the tear.

"Oh Honey, don't cry,"

"Sara if you need something, someone like her in your new world I have to know. I can watch and be hopeful."

She paused and more tears came, "It will hurt."

I reached for my bag but she had a tissue already, "Your date Friday was difficult for me. I'm not certain how I could have gotten through today if you hadn't called me this morning. Sitting around waiting for you to get fucked by a dick was horrible. But it was necessary. A woman needs to feel, to experience that kind of sensual lovemaking."

I reached for her hand, "You are my girlfriend, who wants me to be happy and secure in my new life. I needed your thoughts today. I probably needed those prayers you made last night too." 

"He seems to have been very loving and all you needed, at least for last night. How many times did he fuck you?"

I giggled, "Three, no four, not counting the blowjobs."

"What? He screwed you silly Sara! Aren't you sore?"

I laughed to think of it but it was fun too. "It was important for both him and me. You're right, but "

She interrupted, "You must continue to experience the sexuality you've encountered. Only when you've understood this can my love make any sense."

I could see that this was necessary for her. That she was correct. I needed to speak with Angelica. I needed to tell her I wasn't interested her, "So I'll just call her," I started to rise.

"What? No Sara. You need to be with her. It's possibly more important than sleeping with George."

I sat back down, "Do I really have too?" She wasn't crying now. She squeezed my hand tightly.

"She may be exactly what you need Sara. The last time you saw her there was more than just desire working. I'd also suggest that I won't be sleeping with you unless you see her, and maybe even the maid. What was her name?"

"Jenn, Jennifer."

She paused, "Yeah another bitch after what I want, shit, Jenn,"

I said, "When you mention her I can understand your position. Love aside the experiences may change me. Is that what you're saying?" 

Her mentioning Jenn reminded me of the partially written letter. I could enjoy seeing Jenn, at least I thought so today. Cynthia was pushing me to be patient and somehow she felt comfortable with the idea that other women might be the road back to her. 

After dinner we drove to her house and sat talking late into the night. I enjoyed her company but I did not spend the night. Cynthia was truly falling in love. She required that I continue to understand the life decision that becoming a woman entailed. Her patience was remarkable. 

On Sunday morning I re-read my letter to Jenn and realized that fulfilling my lust for her was not the next step. I picked up the phone. Angelica's respond to my text was short :

'Good Girl. Come to me now.'

Considering how I should dress for her I reviewed the various outfits in the closet. I was drawn to her personality just as Cynthia suspected. Angelica might be able to get me to do anything she wanted. It frightened me more than a little. Was she a violent mistress? Or maybe her actions would be to humiliate me? That I couldn't allow so maybe I did have a limit. 

An hour later I'd selected my outfit and was clean and made-up. Standing at the hall mirror I considered myself carefully. I looked quite femme' and my long dirty blonde wig was up in a knot which I felt made me appear a little submissive. The outfit was the same as I'd met Lynn in months earlier, except for the wig, and I had my diamond earrings and ring as well as my bangles. The red dress had felt perfect for that important meeting with Lynn so I decided it would be good for this afternoon too.

Beneath the sleeveless dress I wore rose' lingerie touched with ivory lace and the nude Secrets-In-Lace stockings with a seam. The bias welt was black and getting the seams straight took five minutes. My chemise was light rose' too. I selected a new heel with three straps. I was quite pleased with my hair and the soft tone of my eyes.

I grabbed the Audi keys and my bag. I'd decided a few extra things would be sufficient. I slipped the clean panties and a pack of condoms in the side pouch of my knock-off Birkin. 

Driving in these 4 ½" heel was tricky, but worse I could smell my perfume. Maybe I'd used a bit too much White Linen. I open the windows in the rear doors a bit to get some air without wind. 

I was surprise how I wasn't nervous as I drove passed the spot where the Audi had died during my visit to Angelica's. I wonder how that man who helped me was doing; Joe had been so nice to pick me up.

As I parked at the door I wondered whether I'd be met by Jenn on this visit. No one was at the door. In fact it was open.

"Hello, It's me Sara."

My heels making more noise than a doorbell as I walked through the Hall. As I reached the Kitchen I saw that Angelica was on the terrace and the door was open.

Turning to see me approach she said, "I caught your scent. The soft breeze carried it from the Hall. You look lovely in red Sara. I'm so glad you've come."

She stood and we embraced, then she moved while holding me about the waist, "I won't kiss you until we understand each other." 

Her body felt so good, her hips against mine as she continued, "I want you as my lover, my friend and my consort of sorts. I will expect you to attend to my requests but I will not hurt you nor is it my intent to humiliate you. I will be treated as your Mistress and you will pay close attention to my needs."

She shifted closer as she said the last. Our breasts were now touching. 

"I love what you are Sara, yet I will change you as well; we will change each other. Your character as well as your beauty is what I'm attracted to. Please realize that I can be hurt."

Now her lips were so close as she had drawn me to her. She smelled wonderful and I felt wonderful in her arms.

"So please respect that my feelings come from my heart and my head. Yet love I can be aggressive as well."

I was watching her eyes but her mouth too. Her hip was sensually rubbing against mine.

"I will love you each and every day you are with me. We will be seen about by others but that will not be your prerogative."

Then she kissed me, lightly at first. I was signaling my assent as I slipped my tongue across hers. She pushed her warm tongue into me and said, "Your breasts feel so right. Thank you for coming to me as I requested."

We seemed to be alone in the great house. She kissed me while softly exploring my body. My hands stayed at her back and I could feel the impression of her suspender belt beneath her black dress. I was slightly taller in my heels but our kiss was perfect. My body was moist and yet restrained by the thong. It seemed like we kissed for ten minutes. Her mouth and tongue were all. 

"Let's go upstairs my Sara," she simply took my hand and we walked to the back stair.

The room had a large glazed wall overlooking the Garden and there was a suite of room, well large closets is a better description. Each had a soft sky lit light with few shadows. She walked me through these holding my hand. We entered the large bath. There was a generous tub raised for a view of the Garden and two sky lit showers. I had never seen such a glorious dressing and bathing suite. The bath was connected to the bedroom with a small but comfortable Library which is where she paused.

"Let's sit here and I'll pour us a french white Sara. This one is actually a Bordeaux. My husband introduced me to the whites from the region several years ago. It's a dry white."

As she served the wine she spoke of the house and the arrangement of this suite. I watched her moving around. She wasn't self-conscience of the elaborate spaces. I wondered how she would initiate our affair. 

"We've got all the time we want to play Sara," she said sitting beside me on the sofa. 

I sipped the wine as her hand came to rest on my hem, "Delicious Angelica."

She rotated to her left hip so that she was close and looking at me, "I was thinking how our affair began. The patience attention without too strong a push has you near."

I turned placing the wine on the table to my left as I reached to touch her. "Do I call you Mistress or Angelica? Do I wait for your instruction? Should I "

She placed her finger to my lips and I was quiet.

"I want you to enjoy the Bordeaux. Then I want you to stand and remove that lovey frock so that I can see your lingerie. But please, let's relax and it will always be Angelica."

Her hand stayed in my lap as I drank again. I looked at the décolleté of her bosom and wondered if her breasts were smaller than my own. The gold necklace she wore fell into the space. 

"I am interested in literature, fashion, sex and wine. But the order depends on each day. I'm re-reading Lady Chatterley for it was the basis for my de-flowering at the age of nineteen."

I moved a little closer as she continued, "She was a friend of my mother's but I'm certain my mother was unaware that she was a lesbian nor that she loved aniligus. My world swelled with her in it. I'd met lots of women, all before college, including several earlier transwomen and I slept with men; a lot of men. My mentor was a true bisexual. This without my straight mother understanding her girlfriend was my mistress."

"D.H. Lawrence was the impetus of my sexual longing and the anal world was upon me from the moment I finished 'Chatterley'."

She kissed me lightly, "Yes I love that you are a woman, that you long to be filled as a woman. Sara I want you both inside me and atop my phallus."

I smiled as she said this,

"Please stand and do as I've asked; remove the dress."

She kissed me again and I stood. Somehow her review of my body intrigued me. I stood with my back to her and undid the zip which exposed my rose chemise. I didn't realize that my actions were more of a striptease then simply undressing. As the dress hit the carpet I turned to see her smiling.

"You've quite a figure. Do you know your measurements Sara?"

Quietly I said, "Five-nine, one-twenty-five, thirty-five B, twenty-five and my hips are thirty-seven, Ms. Angelica." 

She frowned, "No Ms. Now drop the slip,"

I did so and spun slowly, "Now the brasserie, please."

As the garment fell away she said, "That's remarkable Sara. After how many weeks?"

"Seven"

She stood and came to me, touching my soft nipples. "The shape is great. The nipples are nice too," she had the left in her fingers. Then her fingers drifted to the lower surface of the right breast and I moaned. "I love to be touched here as well," she kissed each nipple while gently massaging my breasts.

Standing erect she offered, "Can I removed your thong?"

I nodded my head as she lower it and my semi-petite clit was free but the panty was about my thighs. She grasped me and then bent to kiss my clit. "What do we call this Sara?"

"Oh, my clit Angelica."

I was still soft but she had me in her mouth. Slowly my penis responded and after her kiss I was nearly six inches. Pausing she said, "That's a very fine clitty Sara. I'll enjoy all of you, but turn about. I must see how tight you are."

The thong was still within my cleft and as I spun slightly her hand moved the panel to the side then down a bit, "Bend slightly Sara."

Her finger ran down the narrow and rested atop my anus, "A perfect analflower."

I took this to mean the taut membrane about the hole. Her finger kissed the flower. She had me about the waist and with her other fingers moist she slipped into me. "Quite tight yet Sara. We'll need to train this muscle to respond to my will."

Her digit was at the first knuckle, "Amanda my mentor showed me that my back opening could be enjoyed without becoming pregnant. There were boys and then men in there from then forward."

I could partially see her in a nearby mirror as she bent slightly and licked my puckered opening.

"We share this hole Sara. You're quite clean. Tell me of your procedure."

Her two longer fingers were slipped inside and she was massaging me. I was surprised when her third finger entered. 

"So you find having a clean bottom important. Do you like this?" Her fourth finger, well really most of her hand was in me. I was breathing slowly for I was concentrating.

I didn't answer and the fingers slipped out, as this happened I slightly ejaculated.

"Sara I'm glad I didn't cause you to orgasm but I wanted to taste you," and she licked the small discharge from the underside of my semi-erect clit. 

As I settled my thong back into place I saw that Angelica was unzipping her dress, "Your seed is sweet dear. Come help me with the clasp please."

Still nearly naked I moved to her back and released the small hook.

"I want you to learn my pussy's rules." She stepped nearer and now I was close. "First hold my breasts in your hands. I think we're very close in size. I like that you didn't go for an un-natural sized implant."

I quietly agreed, "But I like your nipples Angelica. They're much larger." I had each in my fingers. "Are they sensitive?"

She turned toward me and my hands fell about her waist, "You must remember this. My mouth does the talking. Your mouth licks me, kisses me, smiles and answers my questions." She had moved her hands to mine, placing them at my side and then she directed me down to my knees.

I saw the black and rose' brassiere and then her suspender and then her taut panty expressing the puffy lips the material concealed. "Use your tongue to kiss this every day. Listen to how my body responds to your attention. I want your tongue to learn to love my body. Then we'll have a chance to share your needs Sara." I pushed her thong lower and saw her mons for the first time. There was a small tuff of soft light-brown hair; she was shaved clean below the mons.

I hadn't licked a pussy since Lynn's which was very different; her lips were smaller and the button less prominent. Angelica's clitoris was quite large and the labia appeared as wings. Before I kissed her body I enjoyed just looking at her sex. My hands moved to her thighs near the top of her stocking welts and my fingers touched the projection of the clasp buttons lightly. Then I moved close to inhale her scent. The musky and fresh smell drew me to rub my lips across her mons before my tongue reached for her lips. I though of Ms. DelBene and her lushest Juliette from de Sade's story. I thought of their 'gamahuche', or their oral sex. 

'It is impossible to work more earnestly to give pleasure to a woman'

"What a good girl. You like my pussy Sara. Now show me how you'll keep me sated."

I looked to her face and said, "Juliette wanted Ms. Delbene's body as I want yours." I moved my tongue to the lower edge of the right wing. My light touch caused her a subtle quiver.

"You've read de Sade! You'll enjoy my bum as well. Then I'll fuck you and secure you. For my loving of your bottom will show you the depth of my love Sara."

As my mouth engulfed her sex Angelica again moaned softly, "Ohh yes Sara, kiss my body, yes there". Her hands had dropped to my shoulders but the right began to shift me. By slowly moving per her direction her moans increased. 

"Shit my new lover is good, quite good," she released my head as I continued. "Now move to my back along the crease, but softly play your tongue on my flower. Ohhh."

My right hand cupped her bottom but with my long finger near the opening. With the left I teased her right nipple.

"Push you finger into my bottom girl, now, oh yes. That's good but slip another inside too."

My tongue and fingers loved my Mistress and her moans turned to panting, "Yes dear, yes Sara, deeper dear, yes," And then she was quiet as her legs quivered. Her orgasm had begun. My tongue stayed at her pussy but stopped moving and my fingers remained within but I just held her as she came. 

On my knees I supported Angelica as she began to relax. I slightly stood to holder her close and then we both collapsed to the carpet.

Her eyes were still closed as I held her and licked her mouth. She responded and our tongues shared the sweetness of her essences. I was quiet and her arms now slowly came about me and we hugged.




A Year Ago Ch. 16



"You're very good at that Sara. Someone else has taught you well. Her loss is my joy now. Stay here, hold me," we kissed and her tongue re-established her control. 

"Goodness my body hasn't stopped. Here feel my pussy."

She moved my hand to her sex, "feel the subtle convulsing?"

I did not but I kissed her again, "Now what Angelica?"

The End of part sixteen

To be continued . . .