16 comments/ 22950 views/ 19 favorites New World, New Woman By: lilmisstrange69 Authors Note: First, BIG Thanks to SurferJake for his amazing insight and editorial help! I know this story relies on science that only exists in fantasy, my interest was to look at what might happen if circumstances forced men to become women. I am also hoping this to be a jumping off point for other stories, so please let me know about more chapters. This story was written to help me break out of my own tiny little world. Comments that help me tell a better story or become a better writer are welcome. ***** From all Reggie had heard, he expected a more dramatic building. It was a rather plain small office building, surrounded by bigger buildings and some nice homes. It was the kind of neighborhood where everything is nice, nice people, nice homes, and nice local businesses. Everybody knew about this business, but paid it very little attention. Whatever people called it, or pretended it was or was not, given the laws governing underage sexual contact it was almost always the first stop when a boy turned 18, as Reggie had just four days before. As a measure of what this post war world was, it was Reggie's mom Shelby McMartin that set up the appointment, drove him there, and waited in the pleasant reception area to bring him home. Shelby had selected the demure, petite blonde Rose, thinking her shy son would best respond with the gentlest of the "therapists." Reggie followed Rose into the "therapy" room, with a massage table in the middle, and a large flat sectional couch against the left wall. "Get undressed, and up on the table" Rose instructed in a soft, breathy voice. Reggie hesitated; Rose was still in the room. "Come on honey, I'm going to get you undressed no matter what, might as well give me a little peek before I give you your show." Reggie complied quickly this time, and lay on his back on the table, propped up at its midpoint, like a pool lounger. Reggie was under endowed in many ways, right at average height for a male, penis below average length at just three and half inches. As small as he was, every quarter of an inch in any direction mattered. Despite his self consciousness, Reggie's dick was doing its best to stand at attention. Rose sensed he was uncomfortable "It's OK sweetie, big or small, I will still make you shake. But first, wow! Your body is gorgeous. You don't have any idea how attractive you are. You really need to get clothes that fit and get your hair out of your eyes honey, you are beautiful." With that she opened her robe to reveal a very naughty see through pink teddy, with no panties, revealing a completely smooth body. She lowered the table and started to rub Reggie's shoulders from behind his head, making sure he got a full view of her breasts. Before Reggie knew she had slipped around to the side and slid a condom over his raging, yet tiny, erection. She began to stroke and suck him, sensing all of his tensing and relaxing muscles, and the buildup of contractions. She climbed up on his lap and ground her naked crotch against his. Reggie's mind was completely flooded. Rose loved her job; she loved being the first for so many boys. She knew especially that quite a few of her "patients" would never have wives or girlfriends of their own, so she would make this impossible to forget. She lifted her teddy over her head, and grabbed Reggie's hands and brought them to her perky B cup tits with huge nipples and plum size areolas. "See honey, people that learn to use whatever they have well will always enjoy sex more. Having a big dick or big tits with no expertise or style, not at all sexy." Reggie was not sure why he was getting life lessons right now, but who was he to argue. Rose reached down and slipped Reggie in side of her. Reggie's whole universe was the warm wet pussy devouring his dick. She started to buck up and down, throwing in a few gyrations every so often. The sensations were blowing Reggie's mind, and shortly after he blew his load. Rose smiled and began kissing his chest. She rolled down to lay next to Reggie, tickling his body, drawing lines with her fingernails. She took his hand and put it on her pussy, talking him through exciting her clit and working her pussy. Rose always saw herself as teacher that got all gold stars when students learned well It wasn't long before Reggie was ready to go again. Rose had met very few young men with any kind of staying power, but they all seemed to recharge quickly. The second time around he did last a little longer, and with the vaginal stimulation during the intermission, Reggie gave his first orgasm as well. Several days later, walking home from school, Reggie was enjoying the sun, hanging hotter and longer in the blue gray skies every day. The early morning chills were long burned off by midday, and by late afternoon he was thinking his mom is crazy for the 1,278th time that month, his jacket dangling from his backpack, providing all of the evidence required for now. "Yo, dummy, you in there? Are you going to glide this afternoon?" Jack O'Connell was running to catch up with Reggie, his best friend since 3rd grade. Jack and Reggie spent every available hour gliding, and to their parents chagrin, many hours better spent on homework. Reggie turned his head, having to flip his too long dark blond hair out of his eyes to see Jack clearly. Jack's extra four inches on the slender 5'8" Reggie often meant he had to look down to talk to his friend, and caught another glimpse of the bandages from his most recent broken nose. Mr. Williams their elderly neighbor always chortled as the tall, frizzy, dark haired Jack and the smaller blond Reggie passed, always thinking they were a mismatched pair. As Reggie waved at his neighbor his hand was obscured by the far too large shirt he wore, where Jack's impeccable clothing fit his powerful frame well. "Yo, earth to dummy, I asked if you were gliding today?" Jack lived for gliding, the popular, fast, violent sport. "I need you today. Billy and his group need to be taken down. Nobody wears on opponents the way you do." "Well, at least I'm not worthless" Reggie grumbled. He had always been touchy about his lack of speed and strength, which Jack had in ample supply. "Not this again. Your determination forced me to work harder to get better. That's a very useful thing." Jack was getting a bit tired of Reggie's negative attitude of late. He suspected that ultimately Reggie was mad or jealous because Jack had scholarship offers at some of the best universities for the sport, where Reggie did not have a single offer. "I'll see." was about the most Reggie would commit. School had been a real bummer today, and all Reggie could think about was getting something to eat and unplugging the brain for awhile. Walking in the front door the house was strangely dark; forcing him to flip is stringy hair out of his eyes. Mom was almost always home on Thursday afternoons. There were still a few signs of Reggie's 18th birthday from the week before, a momentous birthday that came and went very quietly, which suited Reggie just fine. Looking around, Reggie spotted something that caused him to wretch on the spot, and to feel he might not ever be able to eat again. Staring at him on the kitchen counter was a Yellow Envelope. "NONONONONONONONONONO!" Serious panic was rising now. When the Yellow Envelope hadn't come last week he thought he might actually have a reprieve, but no such luck, apparently his life was over. He approached the envelope slowly. Steph, the youngest of the family had gotten her Pink Envelope a year ago. Jamie was only 15, and Yellow Envelopes never came before a 17th birthday, and usually around the 18th birthday. That week delay had filled Reggie with hope; it was far crueler to fill him with hope, and then throw him over a thousand foot cliff to go splat on the rocks below. The envelope was clearly sent by "The Committee" addressed to "Ms. Regina McMartin." What the hell, didn't matter now, Reggie broke down and sobbed, having 18 years worth of cries at once. Shelby heard her son come in. The rest of the family was intentionally occupied elsewhere. Knowing what was about to come certainly would not make it any easier. She always felt it was perhaps one of the cruelest parts of The Process, but the results were hard to argue with. All of the experts agreed, it was best to just leave the boy alone with the Yellow Letter for a little while. Close to an hour had passed since Reggie first came home, and Shelby could tell the sobs and become a muffled whimper. She carefully crept down the stairs of the home that had been brand new when she married Jerry McMartin 20 years ago. The house was definitely showing the wear that three kids, and especially the two teenage boys, could inflict. Shelby walked over to her oldest, slumped in a corner of the dining room, looking like a pile of dirty laundry. She bent down and hugged her child. "Come on sweetie, let's get this started." She gently lead Reggie over to the couch, then returned a few minutes later with two cups of tea in fine china cups, with matching saucers on an elegant silver tray. "Mom, why the hell do I have to become a woman?" Reggie knew the academic answer, but still, why him? "Regina honey, you make it sound like the end of the world. When I got my Yellow Letter, I was scared to death, but after going through The Process, then meeting your dad to be, falling in love, it was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Both of your grandmothers will tell you the same thing." Shelby's look of complete sincerity and motherly kindness started to lift Regina's spirit. "But mom, I don't want to be a woman." Regina had never heard of a Yellow Letter being rescinded, but she was holding out the smallest inkling of hope. "The millions of Yellows every year feel exactly the same way. There just aren't enough who choose to be women, so in addition to those Pinks, there are Yellows, like you and me, which are chosen by The Committee to become women." Shelby, like every other Yellow who had gone on to be a mother of a new Yellow, thought back on the day she got her own letter, the adjustment period, and finally, The Process. Her own experience and empathy gave her abundant patience; but it was always best to accept as quickly as possible. "What makes the Committee so powerful they get to choose?" Regina's notable determination was shining through. "How else were they going to save humanity? The war destroyed so many natural born females. Without The Process that Dr. Lee and General Walker pioneered, our planet would be dead by now. We still need twice as many women as men, but resources are so limited that not nearly enough people are Processed to become women. So The Committee does the testing and evaluations to make the best choices possible for our survival. "Blues like your brother Jamie think they've 'won' because they get to stay men. I really think that Yellows are the special bunch. Because they cannot transform enough women, those that are transformed are the special ones. Have you ever noticed that Yellows are Processed ahead of Pinks? The common wisdom is that Yellows make better women, wives and mothers because they know what must be done to save humanity. As a Yellow myself, I like to look at it that way." Regina couldn't argue with the smile on her mom's face or the huge hug. "Mom, why do we even still have to do this? Haven't they figured out a way for there to be natural born girls yet?" "I guess they are working on it, but odds are you would have been born a girl anyway." Shelby was trying to help her new daughter see the world goes on, but the time for questions was drawing to a close. "At least I would have always been a girl, and the switch wouldn't be such a shock." Regina had just about cried herself out, just feeling defeated at this point. "Honey, there are millions of us every year who feel the exact same way. Your cousin Frankie got her Yellow Letter today, she and your Aunt Rickie are having almost this exact same conversation. It was kind of obvious that Steph was a Pink from when she was three. But you were so strong willed, even when James started passing you, you wouldn't give up. That kind of determination is so important. You may not be a Blue, but I bet your kids will change the world, and that's about the most any mother ever hopes for." Shelby's tone was so reassuring, Regina was glad she had always been close to her mom. "Thanks mom. I know enough kids from unhappy families; at least I can always look forward to a happy home life." Regina's smile was strained, but it felt more real second by second. "Come on honey, there's a lot to do. Personally, I love James, but I'd much rather spend more time with you. I've kind of been looking forward to the day when the girls outnumber the boys, when I would finally have someone to go shopping with, do projects with." She pulled Regina up, wrapped her arm around her waist and walked her up the stairs. Regina leaned her head on her mom's shoulder, and decided with mom's help maybe she could do this. Moving into the bathroom and catching a glimpse in the mirror, the juxtaposition was still shocking. Regina was really girl in name only at this point; the image in the mirror was the sloppy Reggie that Shelby had tried to straighten up for so long. "Okay Regina, let's start with the hormone regulator. Until you are actually Processed you are going to have this hormone regulator injected into your thigh. It will block testosterone and regulate your female hormones. The next couple of weeks you emotions are going to be all over the place. Remember that we all love you, so there is no reason to stay mad at us, especially me!" Shelby's giggle was brimming with friendliness, but the seriousness was very self evident. "Now, time for a shower. Use this body wash everyday and you won't have to shave; it will keep your body hairless. Make sure you do not use it for shampoo! Do you remember when we did that to your dad as a joke? His hair was not normal for four months." Regina laughed out loud for the first time since she saw the Yellow Envelope, remembering how weird he looked. "Come on now, no dawdling, get in the shower right now young lady!" Regina hesitated, still trying to wrap her head around the end of her male life; once the Yellow envelope arrived, that was it, to everybody and everything you are a girl. And undressing in front of mom at this age, not very cool. "Sweetie, no more reacting like a boy. Strip! Then we will do the hormone regulator." Shelby's tone was decidedly impatient. Regina reluctantly obeyed. While stripping, her last vestige of male rebelliousness made itself known; getting what was perhaps the last erection of her life. Smaller than average, it did not make much of a defiant statement. "That's better. It will take a couple of hours for the hormones to start to kick in, at which point your testicles and penis will start to become irrelevant. Now put your right foot on the toilet." Injecting the hormone regulator into the thigh was quite painful, and Regina's eyes started to tear. Shelby gave her daughter a compassionate hug. "Okay honey, potty before shower." Shelby knew that childish tone would bother a son; she was curious how Regina would respond. Regina just shrugged and stepped to the toilet and started to aim. Shelby gave her a sharp smack on the ass. "Everything ladylike from now on, missy." Shelby had perfected the 'I love you, but I mean business' glare, and Regina turned and sat. Regina was feeling more and more lost in a fog, as if mom was hypnotizing her, which was actually pretty close to the truth; the tea Shelby had served earlier was famous for its enhanced calming effects. Regina took some toilet paper and wiped, flushed and headed for the shower. "What about your hands, young lady?" Shelby was having a much harder time than she let on. She knew that the first part of the transition was breaking down the male personality. She loved her son, but it had to be done. Shelby was also excited, she had anticipated the letter for quite some time, and was excited about having a teenage daughter since Steph was still only 12. Shelby had been subtly preparing Regina for this as best she could, without giving too much away. Regina was feeling very good in the shower. The water was warmer than what Reggie would normally do, and combined with the very tingly, even sensual feel of the body wash and some appropriate aromatherapy, Regina was starting to feel very relaxed, happy and even aroused. Her penis made a feeble effort to do something about the arousal, and then wilted. "Sweetie, girl's underwear is different from boys. As the process works, your skin will become much softer more sensitive, so this is the kind of underwear you will want. Try these panties." Regina stepped in to the snug nylon fabric, which even now felt very comfortable, and very feminine. The bra was nothing more than a padded training bra, but it felt surprisingly nice against her very smooth chest. Her mother had selected a green dress. It was as girly as it gets, puffy sleeves, frilly trim at the bottom, coming down to the knees. It reminded Regina of the party dress Steph wore for birthday this past February. Shelby instructed her daughter in hair styling and makeup application. Regina had very healthy skin, and a great natural skin tone, so only light makeup was required. Regina dutifully paid attention to everything. She felt happy, which if she could have thought about would have seemed very weird. But like so many millions of others, they all knew that this was a real possibility, and so once the initial shock wore off, they adjusted as well as they could. Shelby showed Regina a nice easy hairstyle, and put a green plastic headband in her hair. The headband was a rather simple braided plastic. Regina had pretty much given up any fight at this point, she was starting to relax, take the transition for what it was. Three of her friends had started the transition within the last month, and more were sure to come. The Process was so essential to the survival that all boys lived with the possibility in the back of their mind their whole lives. Boys at school were instructed very sternly to show respect to females and no disrespect for those most directly affected by the Process would be tolerated. Coming down to dinner, Regina saw her dad for the first time. "Sweetie, you look so nice! I am so proud of you!" His big bear hug and beaming smile managed to pull a small smile from Regina. Jerry McMartin finally understood what his own father told him many years ago, when this day comes, make sure your daughter knows that you love her, that she knows there is nothing but pride. If you don't, she may never forgive you. "Thanks dad." Regina was a bit unenthused and tired from the day so far, but there was also a sincerity poking through. James sat dead silent, wearing a suit and tie. The last time James was in a suit and tie was for the funeral of Grandpa McMartin's sister. Regina took a surprising amount of pleasure knowing what kind of grave threats dad must have leveled for him to sit there so quiet. Jerry pulled out his normal seat for Regina. Then he sat in Regina's normal spot next to James. Dad was really going all out for Regina tonight, and she felt hugely appreciative. Steph was nearly jumping out of skin with excitement, she had known that soon she would get a sister, but that day couldn't come soon enough; this was better than 10 combined birthdays. That night Shelby helped Regina wash off the makeup, moisturize and brush her hair out before bed. She had selected an oversize red cotton night shirt that came to Regina's knees for bed that night. Shelby had already switched the bed covers to a more feminine style, a light purple duvet with matching pillow shams. There were three vases of flowers, and the lamp that had sat unused without a lampshade was now sporting a soft shade that complemented the duvet. New World, New Woman "The room sure changed a lot in one afternoon." Regina was assessing the situation rather clinically. She knew the changes all made sense, that they were all appropriate, but she was just so tired at this point, she didn't really feel much at all. "Goodnight, Sweetie. Sleep well. Tomorrow will be another big day." Shelby knew there were still many big shocks to come, but the first day was always one of the biggest. Regina's alarm clock woke her a whole hour earlier than normal the next morning. Still groggy, she made out her mom coming in with a cup of coffee. "Rise and shine young lady! We have to get you ready!" Mom seemed unnaturally chipper this morning. Regina began to yawn and stretch. Her bed felt so comfortable, more so than usual. The sheets felt better, and there were more pillows than she recalled. The flowers, the duvet, the lamp shade and the nightgown were all certain reminders that yesterday was not a nightmare, but harbingers of her new reality. "Come on sweetie, you have a lot to do this morning! Up and into the shower. Remember the body wash, use it on your face, and Do Not use it in your hair!" Shelby gave an infectious giggle. Regina wondered if she would giggle, and if so, where it would come from. Regina went and stood at the toilet again. "Sit missy!" reminded her of what was yet to become obvious, second nature. She sat on the toilet, wiped, and did remember to wash this time. Mom already had the shower running, humming happily to herself. The warm shower felt very inviting. The scent of lavender filled the bathroom. Regina really liked the tingle of the body wash. Putting it on her face would keep her from needing a shave, and felt very invigorating. She had never considered why mom had so much of it around the house when nobody really needed it; mom bought it because it felt really good. Mom had already selected a denim skirt that stopped about three inches above her knees and red blouse, with a matching red headband. Regina slipped on the flat bottom sandals, knowing that heels were in her immediate future. Regina slipped a sweater over her shoulders, and wondered if she should take a jacket as well. Just before leaving the front door she heard someone yelling. "Reggie, where the hell were you man, I needed you yester. . ." Regina had just emerged, averting her eyes from Jack. Jack was stunned; his best friend was now a girl. He knew exactly what had happened. Reggie disappeared yesterday, but for good; he lost his wingman. He did not know what this would mean for their friendship. Once a girl got the Yellow Letter, many classes were reassigned, their activities were switched. So much changed. They walked to the bus stop in silence. Jack got his Blue Envelope two weeks ago, but he hadn't told Reggie, waiting until after his birthday. Knowing both Reggie and Jamie, it would have been a big surprise if Reggie got a Blue Envelope. Jack knew their letters would change things, but he didn't want to create more of a wedge between them. Jack had so much he wanted to say, but he didn't want to overwhelm Reggie. But more than that, he was absolutely gob smacked by this beautiful person walking next to him. It was impossible not to be completely distracted by this girl with beautifully styled blond hair tucked behind her ears, the red headband, beautiful blue eyes, very attractive features, and the makings of a killer figure. Jacks best friend was giving him a raging boner; rational conversation at this point was less probable than finding fresh sushi on the moon. Regina was already lost in a torrential storm of self consciousness, doubt, and fear. The silence from her friend made her wonder if they were still friends. How desperately alone she felt. Friday mornings were the day that the "new" girls came to school. A "new" girl named Erin got on two stops after Regina. At school Regina met up with Frankie, her cousin and one of her best friends. Just as her mom had said, Frankie also got her Yellow Letter yesterday. Frankie was wearing a black skirt to her knees and a cream blouse. Regina was surprised that she was appraising what Frankie was wearing so soon. They knew they would have much to discuss at lunch. In the halls there were many knowing nods from the other Yellows, some scowls from some of the Pinks, and lustful looks from some of the Blues. The looks Regina could understand best were the looks of anxiety, even fear from those still hoping for Blue Letters, but likely to receive Yellow. The first order of business was a special meeting with the Ms Vernon, Dean of Transition. Schools had a small staff just to deal with the Process candidates. A tall, serious looking woman in an impeccable light blue pant suit stood before them. "Good morning, ladies. I am Dean Vernon, Dean of Transition. Within the next year you will go through the Process, just as I did. I was a Yellow, just like you. I actually sat in this seat right here (pointing at Erin) after I got my envelope. Please know that I am here first and foremost as a friend, because we all need friends before, during and after. I am still very friendly with a number of women that have come through this school. I met my husband right here at this school, we have been happily married for 11 years, I have three sons so far, the oldest nine, the middle one is six, and the youngest is four. Dean Vernon reminded Regina of her Aunt Alex, her dad's older sister, very prim, proper, but unlike the Dean, quite the drinker. She suspected though that it was the Irish heritage more than any other factor; when McMartins got together there were draughts aplenty, and then many more. Dean Vernon went right after the biggest elephant in the room, becoming mothers. Even with the immense efforts going to rebuild the population, getting back to stable levels was still up to a century away, which meant a lot of social pressure for women to have at least three kids, more if possible. The girls in this room, though born boys, would becoming fully functioning women, hence the reason for starting the transition right now. All of the girls looked a little glum. It was such an extreme transition to go from having hope of being a father to making actual plans for motherhood in 24 hours. Dean Vernon seemed to anticipate that attention was shifting to the other elephant in the room. "There are still far too many that hang on to outmoded notions of homosexuality. Being transitioned does not make you a gay man; it makes you a straight woman. As of the moment your Envelopes arrived, you legally became women. By the time the process is complete you will think of yourselves as straight women, wanting to fall in love, marry and have children. Our society has strict laws about underage sex to eliminate experiences that reinforce counterproductive sexual roles. You have not had sex so far, nor have you even dated. "Now that you will be settling in to your official designations, dating is encouraged. Those of you who are 17, you are still not allowed to have any sexual contact. Those of you that are over 18, you are of age, and you may engage in any activity you wish with a male who is also over 18." The girls in the room shifted uncomfortably, averting their gazes from Dean Vernon and each other. None of the girls in this room were excited about the prospect with sex with males. From infancy kids are instructed in the new birds and bees, but that doesn't make these moments any less strange or uncomfortable. As if the strangeness wasn't coming fast enough, Dean Vernon made a pointed personal invitation to a school dance for the next night, Saturday. As always, Shelby seemed one step ahead of Regina, having already bought her a new party dress, a sleek purple backless number, with shoulders that looked a bit like flower petals, with matching clutch, and thankfully, a wedge heel that Regina felt was not so out of control. The wedge heel and the above knee hemline showed off Regina's calves with spectacular effect. Steph was completely caught up in the whole thing, dreaming of going to her first dance. Regina marveled at how easy the process seems for young Pinks. 18 months ago Steph was playing with cars and balls, now its dolls and clothes. The only evidence that she was ever a boy is the fact that nobody is born a girl. Regina shooed Steph out, some serious girl talk was in order. Regina had been fighting against her emotions all day, but she couldn't hold in any longer, letting the sobs run. "Mom, Jack thinks I'm a freak! He wouldn't talk to me this morning. I felt so alone!" She buried her head in her mom's shoulder, the tears running. "Honey, I know Jack, I know he's still your friend. He'll come around, you'll see." Regina looked up at her mom, her eyes hopeful, wanting to believe. Her tentative voice revealed the confidence was still lacking. "How do you know? Today when we walked to the bus he wouldn't even look at me. What am I gonna do without him?" "Sweetie, I'll bet the reason he didn't look at you is that all he would be able to do is ogle. He probably kept quiet because his brain went into stupid mode. It's exactly what you dad did the first time I met him. Brain just completely turns off. I'll bet really what happened is he thought you were so amazing looking that he just couldn't say anything." Shelby sounded so reassuring, but Regina was hoping like crazy she was right. Regina was biting her lip, curiosity getting the better of trepidation. "Mom, how did you cope when you first started dating?" It came out kind of squeaky, part nerves, but likely physical changes already taking place. "Nervous, Sweetie?" Regina nodded slowly. "Its natural honey. Trust me; the boys going for the first time are just as nervous as you are. Just remember, the rules are completely rigged in your favor. There still are not nearly enough beds to Process everyone each year, so you will still be outnumbered by boys. That means you don't have to spend any time with any boy that makes you uncomfortable. Just go, talk to people, have fun." "Mom, what about dating, you know kissing, and that other stuff." "Don't worry about right now honey. Just meet people and have fun. If something should click, enjoy it. Don't force it, because you will not enjoy that. Why did you glide? Because that's what you enjoyed, that gave you the biggest rush. Let the same thing happen in dating." "Thanks mom. I'm hoping it won't be the worst night of my life." Regina could only manage a very strained smile, her eyes were so big, watery, but not teary. Shelby held her close for a few moments, she hated to see her child suffer so much torment, but in the end she would be better for it. Shelby gave her a kiss on the forehead and then looked her in the eye. "Oh Regina, tomorrow night will not make or break your life. See how many boys you can put on the defensive, make a game of it. It takes almost no time at all for you to be able to use feminine wiles to your advantage. I say let them have it!" Regina's smile became genuine, and her hug was showing signs of confidence. That night Regina had some odd dreams with her and Jack running around in circles, chasing each other, evading each other. Shelby stood in her doorway while she slept. It was astonishing how fast the changes take hold. There were so few signs of her son Reggie anymore. The person she saw sleeping in that bed was becoming so feminine so fast. Shelby wondered how long it would take Regina to realize that romance was clouding and coloring everything that she and Jack do going forward. Shelby thought the time was right for a girl's day out. In the morning she took Regina out to the spa. Regina had no idea how good the spa could feel, though she was in no rush to repeat the exfoliating scrub. In the afternoon they picked up Steph and headed to the salon for new hairstyles, manicures and pedicures. Regina settled on a short style that was longer in front to frame her face, or that could be swept back behind the ears. Shelby was thrilled with the results; the salon with Regina was fun. Haircuts for Reggie had been a nightmare. The girls returned home to get Regina ready. She was still feeling apprehensive, but Shelby noticed a new resoluteness about her daughter. "Honey, I have to say I am so proud of the way you are handling all of this. I don't know if I have ever seen someone adjust as well as you. I know I didn't." "Thanks mom. I just decided that it happened to you, and you are still happy. I want to be happy, so why fight the change?" Regina felt so serene declaring it out loud. Shelby burst into tears of pride and joy. "Oh my dear, you are so grown up! I can't believe how strong you are." Any other words were lost in Shelby's sobs and her face buried in her daughter's shoulder. "Mom, I'm supposed to cry on your shoulder! If you keep crying, I'm gonna cry and ruin my make up!" Shelby now burst out laughing, again amazed at his incredibly rare butterfly that just emerged such a short time ago. As she came down the stairs her dad was waiting. "My word! Regina, you look amazing. I don't care if this sends me to the couch tonight, but I think you are even more lovely than you mom was at this age!" Sure enough Shelby did throw a sharp elbow at Jerry's ribs. Wincing in pain and acting as though he had lost his breath "I stand by it. Honey I am so proud of you. And you are so strong and beautiful. Go have a good night; I know you will have a good life." Regina had always loved and respected her dad, but she was so overcome with a whole new feeling of affection. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Regina was not sure which made her happier, her dad's affection or the absolutely stupid look on James' face. She thought maybe mom was right, she was the winner after all. As she left the house she noticed her dad had kind of a cat eating the canary look, and wondered what he was up to. Frankie's dad had rented them a town car for the evening, allowing them to relax and arrive in style. As a boy Frankie had hated his name, but now as Francesca, Frankie seemed like a great nickname. The two girls were all chatter the whole way there. They wondered about the music, the decorations, everything. This was strictly for Yellows and Blues. There would be other dances for the whole student body, but this was reserved for helping the transitions. Regina quickly noticed that they were indeed outnumbered by the boys. Scanning the ballroom she noticed a familiar face moving quickly towards her. Regina was not sure if she wanted to talk to Jack or not. "Regina, I am so sorry for being an asshole yesterday. I am prepared to get on my knees right here to ask your forgiveness, but I am hoping we can go talk in the lounge." These were words Regina could hear, so curious, they excused themselves from Frankie and went to the lounge. "Jack, when did you get your Blue Letter, and why didn't you tell me?" Regina made sure her annoyance was felt. "I got it a couple of weeks ago, it just showed up. I figured I would wait to see what happened after your birthday. The last thing in the world I want is for those stupid envelopes to come between us." Jack's measured tone matched his concentration, trying to get this right. "You sure seemed to let it come between us yesterday. I felt like a freak, like I was all alone." Despite her best intentions, Regina could not keep the anger out of voice, nor the tears from her eyes. "I was an asshole, and I am so sorry. My envelope just confirmed the path I was already on, yours changed everything for you. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you the way you deserved. But can I say one thing in my defense? MY GAWD you are beautiful! How does a dorky guy like me talk to the most beautiful girl in school, even if we were best friends 18 hours before?" There was a strange enthusiasm in Jack's voice, something Regina did not understand. The hot flush her cheeks was a dead giveaway she was blushing. "You really think I am beautiful?" She had heard him say it, but it couldn't possibly be true, could it? "Regina McMartin, you are without a doubt the most beautiful girl in school." Jack was getting a lost, starry eyed look, which Regina assumed meant stupid mode was making an encore appearance. "Jack!" He was spacing out again, but this time Regina felt indescribably flattered. Mom was right; it doesn't take long to be able to use feminine wiles. They just sat there in silence for a while, Jack too afraid to say anything. Regina was happy to let him stew while she contemplated what he had said. Was it really so different with her in a dress than it was before? "So, what do we do now?" Regina was just trying to get the conversation started again, bring Jack back to the land of the not brain dead. "I guess we should first acknowledge that so much has changed. But, I am still your friend; I hope you are still mine. I think we should find new things for us. Let's go downtown tomorrow and try to discover things Regina and Jack can share." Jack's very warm smile confirmed that he was still her friend. She felt a happiness she hadn't felt since she got that stupid letter. The night just flew by for Regina, Frankie, and all of the girls. They were constantly being asked to dance, offered drinks and hors d'oeuvres, and were the centers of attention no matter what they did. Regina had not met many of the Blues at her school. It seemed she knew them all now. Some were idiots, but some she would definitely talk to again. Jack himself was struggling mightily. How could his best friend give him such a relentless hard on? After the early part of the dance Jack lost himself in the crowd, trying to make sense of his own feelings. Late in the evening he finally got over himself and decided to act. "Regina, may I have this dance?" Regina's face showed her own confusion. They started very timidly, but at the end of the first song they didn't separate, nor after the next. It was not long before Jack had pulled her in close, she leaning her head on his shoulder. Fast song or slow, they remained like this for moments or days, who could tell? Regina almost felt like she was still dancing when she came home. Mom and dad were still up, waiting to hear all about it. "Jack doesn't hate me, he doesn't think I'm a freak, he told me I am the most beautiful girl in school." Regina had been softly swaying to the music she still heard, and twirled with the last part. Jerry was completely stunned by what he was seeing. He was smart enough to shut the hell up, no wise crack or dumbass remark of any sort. Shelby clapped her hands and started hopping with excitement. Regina told them how respectful all of the boys were, how much they attended to all of the girls. She especially told them about how Jack was still her friend, and if things changed, so be it, they would find new things to share, and then how they danced and danced. Regina gave her dad a big hug and a kiss then drifted up the stairs, carried by the music only she could still hear. Jerry and Shelby exchanged very knowing, and yet very surprised glances. Shelby followed her upstairs, giving her a bit of a head start. "So, it sounds like it was a good evening?" Regina was too lost to notice the sarcastic understatement. "I guess I really am happy. Thursday afternoon I thought my life was over. I can't believe how far away that seems now!" Shelby thought she was beyond being surprised, but Regina hadn't come close to running out of surprises. "You know sweetie, I never saw Reggie this happy." Shelby knew sometimes a parent could overreach trying to help a child come to a self realization, but this one seemed so easy. Without the slightest hesitation, Regina took the bait. "You're right mom, getting the Yellow Envelope was the best thing to ever happen to me. I am glad to be Regina McMartin, and not Reggie." That was it, the one thing every mother in this messed up world hoped to hear, that her daughter would not only survive, but thrive. Inevitably, mother and daughter collapsed into a huge teary hug. New World, New Woman The next morning Regina was up bright and early, skipped to the bathroom, sat to pee, joyfully leapt into the shower, and gleefully dressed in a pink sundress and did her own makeup. She was trying to decide between the headband with the flower and the one with the bow when Shelby peeked in. Regina was way past worrying about something being "too girly." Regina skipped down the stairs for breakfast, and was absolutely bulletproof when James finally started letting the wisecracks and insults fly. With absolutely nothing affecting her, he quickly ran out of steam. James was absolutely defeated, and Regina had never even fired a shot. Jack picked her up at 10, and the light that greeted him at the door made him wonder if there was some weird solar anomaly creating a second sunrise. Jack was pretty sure even Leonardo da Vinci would have a hard time capturing Regina's smile. She was already skipping away sucking Jack along in her wake before he realized what was happening. She wrapped her arm around his and they passed happily down the street. More than a few onlookers had to think very hard before they could place the blond hurricane that was happily singing on their street. Every single wondering look was replaced by a nearly catatonic stupid glaze when they realized who this force of nature in the pink sundress was. They didn't really do much that day, mostly just walked and talked. Jack's powers of speech had returned, and Regina was happy to discuss any subject. Since Jack's family was away, they eventually wandered back to his house. "Regina, you are amazing. The change that has come over you is spectacular. Did you see how flabbergasted Mr. Williams was? I know he's nearly 95, but still, the look on his face was priceless. It was awe with a heaping helping of horniness." "Not uhh. You are so bad." Regina swung a throw pillow close at hand. She was sitting in the middle of the couch, turned to face Jack who was trapped against the end. Jack was far too athletic to get caught with her pillow toss, but he was not particularly inclined to move. "I can't say that I blame him. Really, what has happened to you? Reggie was a nice guy, but there is something otherworldly about you now." Jack was looking at her intently, trying to see if it was something discernible with the naked eye. Sitting up very straight with her arms out front, affecting her best southern accent, and kind of batting him away she asked him "Why, Jack O'Connell, are you flirting with me?" Her giggle was infectious, but also distracting from the point. "I'm serious. Friday morning you looked like a dead woman walking. Today there is an entirely different person here. Where did you come from?" Jack was sincere, and very much wanting a sincere answer. "I don't know, exactly. I just decided my mom made the change, and she's happy. So I decided I could be happy with the change too. Then my mom pointed out that Reggie never seemed very happy, and she was right, I have never been as happy as I have been the last 24 hours. But I gotta say your serious vibe is kind of a buzz kill." Her smile was still there, but Jack did notice the tone in the room was less light. "Okay, no more buzz kill. You are a truly amazing person all the way through. So yes, I am flirting with you." This last admission surprised Regina a bit, it also thrilled her. "Alright then, carry on." She hoped her smile was also flirtatious, but with so little practice, it was hard to know. "I give you permission to tell me how beautiful I am again." This time Jack laughed. "Very well. The very first moment I saw you I was completely tongue tied. Then when I picked you up this morning, I thought your smile was a second sunrise." Regina was blushing in earnest now. "Wow, you are a good flirt!" She reached out and touched his knee without thinking about it, Jack definitely noticed. "I would have also accepted 'stupid mode' instead of tongue tied. But where did you get that sunrise line? That was really good!" "Just how I felt when I saw you." Jack really didn't know what to say to her. "Well if you had just said something charming like that Friday morning, maybe you wouldn't have had to apologize in such humiliating fashion at the dance. Seriously, do you walk around like 'MMmh M MM Mhhhhhm' on purpose?" She had been sticking her tongue out at him, contorting it into odd shapes while making the noises, and leaning in quite close. Jack had no idea what came over him, but he just couldn't resist any longer, and he kissed her. A bit of an awkward kiss really, he moved in too fast and there was a minor nasal collision. But there would never be any mistake about what it was. Regina was stunned, things had definitely changed between them, but had they really gotten to this point. Her mind was racing so fast but didn't it just feel right? If she was happy becoming a woman, didn't it make sense that she would happy with romance with a person she cared so much about? Wait, what kind of caring feelings does she really have for Jack? Are they really that strong? Racing as fast as it was, Regina's mind quickly decided that she needed more information. "That was awful." Good, just as she thought, Jack was starting to look terrified. "How about you slow down a little, hold me gently, and not crash into me." She just loved Jack's stupid look. Her own solar smile, full of anticipation and lust, was making it very difficult for Jack to get his brain restarted. "Here, let me help." She placed his right hand on her shoulder, and then placed her left hand on his waist. Jacks brain finally caught up, and he was more than ready this time. In one very elegant move he slid his right hand down her back, pulling her closer, slipping his left hand through her hair to the back of her head and pulling her face in. He helped steer her to his left; he went to his right, and waited with the slightest hesitation, to make sure there would be no collision. Regina noticed the hesitation, her brain screaming to get on with it. Jack got the reaction he was looking for, and met her gently. This was the first romantic kiss either of them had ever had, but Jack was no dummy. He had carefully sought out advice from experienced people. He had rehearsed the move in his mind many times over the last year. Looking back on it, he would swear that he now realized Regina was the person he pictured in his rehearsals. Regina was indeed breathless, for the romance of the moment, the deftness of the move, and her own anticipation. Slowly in the back of her mind an understanding was blossoming, that she and Jack belonged together. The Yellow Envelope was no mistake, nor was it some anonymous bureaucratic result of some number crunching computer. The Yellow Envelope was the earth bound indicator of a celestial alignment that would finally bring two soul mates together. Regina thought she had started this, but Jack had taken over in such dashing fashion that her hands simply sat as bystanders. Now she reached up around Jack's chest, trying to pull herself closer. Jack had another deft move up his sleeve, and easily pulled her onto his lap. Her gasp, then long sigh told Jack all he needed to know. Their hands were now exploring, caressing, grabbing, stroking. Their tongues now met tentatively, cautiously, again carrying out the ballet of first kiss, first love. Regina completely surrendered to Jack; she needed his tongue to go anywhere and everywhere. Sitting on Jacks lap Regina discovered something else, straining, charging, to join the party. Regina started swaying, rocking to see how much contact she could make. When Jack whimpered, she knew what to do. She started with very small movements, gradually increasing the size of the movements, but also trying to apply more downward pressure. Jack was groaning into her mouth, wondering himself where Regina had learned so much, or was it just her natural grace. Jack was losing his concentration on Regina's lips, so much blood flowing so fast to his manhood. This was exactly what Regina was trying to accomplish. She released his lips, and started to work her way down his torso. She was kissing him through his shirt, touching with her hands his well muscled chest. She started zigzagging when she got to his abs, causing him to make a bizarre whimpering, panting, giggling noise. She was going to take her time circling her final destination. Drawing circles with her finger around his crotch, her delight grew as his anticipation, and hard on grew. She looked up at him, cracking and evil smile "Jack, is this the first time you have had a boner around me?" He didn't want to sound like a perv, but there was really only one answer "I have had a hard on around you every moment since I first saw you Friday morning." He could care less about embarrassment at this point, all he cared about was amazing blond creature he had known for years, but only just really met just two days ago. "No wonder you were so stupid Friday morning. I really had no idea, but I am flattered. I think it's time for him and me to get acquainted." She got absolutely no resistance from him. She went as slowly as she possibly could undoing his belt, pulling on his zipper. She was just as excited as Jack, but she couldn't let him know that. Jack was worried he would explode before she even managed to get him free. Finally the moment where she let him spring free arrived. Regina gasped in appreciation. She had seen penises before, but this was the first one that one ever stood to attention for her. This is the first one that would obey her every touch. This was the first one, probably the last one, she would ever desire. Circumcisions were still widely practiced. The process had been improved so much that there was very little risk to the boy, very little discomfort. There was no real medical reason for it, just aesthetics. Far more often than not, women preferred the opposite of what they had before they were Processed. Shelby had been circumcised, and was thrilled when Jerry was not. Shelby chose not to circumcise her children. Regina was at this moment basking in the beauty of Jack's cut cock. She devoured his cock with her eyes, trying to memorize every detail. The head seemed immense like a helmet. She started to touch it, tickle it. She marveled at the obedience it gave her. In a goofy, wholly unromantic moment she thought Jack's penis obeyed her like a soldier would an officer. "Soldier, ATTENTION!" she sort of yelled, mostly giggled. Jack obliged, contracting the pelvic muscle and thrusting his hips up. "Ma'am, YES MA'AM!" "Good, now that we've established who's in charge . . ." Her mischievous grin disappeared at the exact same moment as Jack's cock. Regina's only guide at this point is what would have felt good to Reggie. She went as far down as she could, then traced the underside with her tongue as she came back up. She tightened her lips as she went back down, and returned with the slightest pressure from her bottom teeth, drawing a startled, grateful gasp from this man that had become infinitely more important to her over the past two days. Reggie's cock could take some pressure, could be treated roughly, so she assumed, correctly, that Jack's could take more. She grabbed it firmly at the base and started stroking while her tongue danced on the head, especially tracing the crown. Regina loved the reaction she was provoking, really loved the physical contact and intimacy with Jack. For his part, Jack was squirming like a cat in a tub, so many stimuli firing at once, so many different pleasures short circuiting his brain, so many electric sensations causing his body to convulse and spasm. Lacking much experience, Jack also lacked staying power. His breathing and moaning had given Regina enough notice, she clamped down on his head, ready to take the entire load. Jack convulsed, exploding into the mouth belonging to the most beautiful girl he knew. He convulsed again, and again. Regina took it all, swallowing as fast as she could. Regina felt a burst of joy at the moment of Jack's orgasm. She loved Jack's body, but more she was amazed at the reaction she could provoke. She loved making him feel that good. She was surprised how well she got the cum down, it tasted a bit bland, kind of salty, kind of watery, it definitely felt slimy. But the look on Jack's face made it something she planned to do again very soon. Jack was overcome with a feeling of pure physical bliss. He was too inexperienced to recognize clearly the emotional bliss he felt, the perfect emotional connection with that somebody special. Jack pulled her up and began to kiss her again, and began to reach for the zipper on her dress. "No, not now. I don't want to you to see my body right now. I don't ever want you to see that thing between my legs!" Regina was dying to have that contact with Jack, to have him inside her, but not at all before her outside matched her inside. "Your wish is my command, not until you say OK. But I have to tell you that I think I love you, and I don't care what you look like, I see the real you, and that is who I love." The sincerity on his face was exactly what he felt in his heart. "Oh Jack! I love you too! Thank you for understanding. Maybe it's silly, but thank you. I am going to talk to Dean Vernon tomorrow, find out how soon I can get processed. I know I want this, and I want you. I can't wait another day to get started." They just sat and snuggled for the longest time. Regina so enjoyed being wrapped up in those magnificent arms, held to that gorgeous, strong chest. Sitting there, Regina thought that the next day felt like a million years away.