Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2008 18:25:06 -0400
From: Diana Davis <diana.davis76@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Days (TG)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to people or
situations is a coincidence.

Chapter 1 -- Not the Way He Planned It

The hotel lounge was only half full at 6 o'clock when Jim and Melinda
returned from their business meeting.  Most of the tables behind the bar
were occupied by small groups of men and women obviously in town for the
night and having a quick drink before another meeting or a group dinner.
The bar had seating though so they sat down across the way from a woman who
caught Jim's attention immediately.

"Whoa, look at her, Mel! The coif, the couture! If she'd marry me I'd never
have to work a day in my life ever again," he half-whispered.

Melinda punched him in the shoulder, "You don't work now, you bum," she
laughed.

Jim and Mel had become fast friends traveling from city to city for their
software engineering firm.  They took the technical show on the road to
some of the company's big clients after the sales people made the first
contact.  They were a natural team and by their track record, there was no
chance that the Boss was going to split them up.  Of course traveling
around the country with your good friend, especially if that friend is a
man, is hard on romantic relationships and Mel was in the middle of a nasty
divorce.  She cried on Jim's shoulder, got drunk at Jim's apartment and
confided in him but it never went beyond that.  It was unspoken but
definitely there, it's a great friendship, a great partnership, let's not
screw it up by screwing it up.  Jim on the other hand was single and always
on the look out for someone to have a good time with sometimes leaving Mel
alone with a horny, old executive VP while he hooked up for a quickie in
the bathroom with a waitress. She got mad but never jealous.  Jim liked
that.  He'd never had a friend who was a girl and he thought he gained some
valuable insights into the way women think.  It didn't always work but
lately he seemed to be able to say the right thing to a woman at just the
right time to close the deal on a night of passion and he attributed that
to his close conversations with and observations of Mel.  He'd never been
married, 32 is too young he told himself, and anyway, he never met the
woman who could tie him down.

"What are you having?" asked the bartender.

"The lady'll have a Cosmo and I'll have a Johnny Black on the rocks and

a side order of the rich babe across the bar," answered Jim.

The bartender grimaced and shook his head and went for a couple of glasses.

"Real smooth, you idiot!" shot Mel. "You think he never hears stuff like
that?!?!? You really ought to think more about what people think of
you. And besides, I think she heard you, keep your voice down."

Jim chuckled.  He loved to embarrass Mel; nothing too over the top but just
enough to agitate her.  He chuckled again at the thought of it.

The bartender brought the drinks. "What do I owe you?" asked Jim.

"Believe it or not, nothing, my friend.  They're courtesy of the 'rich babe
across the bar'."

Mel put her head down to her arm resting on the bar.  "How embarrassing!"
she whispered.

Jim on the other hand was toasting the lady, which she acknowledged with a
slight nod of her head.

"Well, it's a free drink at least and maybe more.  Oh, don't look at me
like that.  We've been on the road for 2 weeks, haven't stayed in one place
for more than a night.  I could do with a little more than friendship
tonight."

In the dim light, Jim tried to size up his lovely benefactor as she avoided
his gaze scrolling through the email on her Blackberry.

Brunette, late 30's early 40's, great skin, brown eyes, what appear to be
sizeable tits from the ample cleavage visible at the unbuttoned top of her
blouse.  From the waist up she was dressed to kill and, usually with this
type, from the waist down she was dressed to fuck.  Instead of trying to
imagine what she'd look like out of her blouse and skirt

Jim figured he ought to go over and make contact.  He'd get to that later
if he could close the deal.

"Mel, honey, wait here while I go thank our friend for the drink.  I
promise I won't leave you alone before dinner," Jim added when he saw her
frown. "I'll just get the preliminaries and meet up with her later."

Jim walked around the end of the oval bar and as he approached she turned
in her seat to face him.  He wasn't wrong about being dressed to fuck; she
had on a tight, black knee length skirt, maybe had some Lycra in it as it
appeared painted on, at least 4" cream come-fuck-me pumps and a gold ankle
bracelet on her left leg.  She had stockings on too! Not just panty hose
but smoky, light gray stockings.  Jim loved stockings but women don't wear
them anymore.  He had to beg some of his more adventurous girlfriends to
wear them out to dinner but they normally couldn't be bothered.  Jim sat
down next to her and turned on his chair.

"You're welcome," she said in a slightly husky voice.  Jim must have looked
confused because she went on, "You did come over to thank me for the drinks
didn't you?  And what kind of a gentleman are you, leaving a lady sitting
alone at hotel bar like that.  Invite her over too."

He hadn't expected that and was immediately thrown off his game.

Without thinking Jim motioned to Mel to come over which was actually the
last thing in the world that he wanted to do right now.  After pointing at
herself and giving Jim the "what the hell is going on look" that she used
from time to time when something went wrong in a client meeting she got up,
smoothed her skirt, grabbed her drink and followed the same path around the
end of the bar that Jim took not 3 minutes before.

Mel stood between Jim and... "I'm sorry, none of us have made proper
introductions.  I'm Diana, Diana Davis and you are...?"

"Jim, Jim Althouse," Jim stammered out "and this is Melinda Tressky,

Mel this is Diana Davis."

"Pleased to meet you Ms. Davis," said Mel extending her hand.

"Call me Dee, Mel.  It's a pleasure to meet you."

Jim noticed that Dee took Mel's hand in both of hers and held it for just a
bit longer than a normal handshake.  She then turned to him and laid her
hand on his.

"Do you need a refill on those drinks? Tim, we'll take another of each
please."

Oddly enough for the first time, in the presence of this woman, both

Mel and Jim were in a bar actually thinking the same thing.  For Jim, being
in a bar and getting turned on by a beautiful woman was completely normal
and within character. For Mel however this was definitely something scary.
In the back of her mind she heard a little voice say, "let's just see where
this goes." That was definitely something new.

"How long are you in town, Dee?" asked Jim.

"Another couple of days.  I have to get back to LA by Thursday night.

My company has a show on Friday and, since I'm the Executive Vice

President of Design," she said with exaggerated affect "I must be there."
Then she laughed a smoky laugh and put one hand on each of their arms which
made Jim hard and Melinda wet.

"What do you do?" inquired Mel.

"Well if you must know, I'm the EVP of Lingerie Design for Franca's.

Most of the things in the catalog are from right up here."  She pointed to
her head.

"REALLY?! That's so cool!" enthused Mel. "I get the catalog every month and
dream about what it might be like to parade down that runway in my
underwear."

"First of all Mel, it's not 'underwear'.  It's lingerie.  There's a
difference."

Mel looked at askance at her but Dee shot her down quickly.

"Underwear is for wearing under sweats to clean the house in or wearing
under a leotard for doing aerobics.  The purpose of lingerie is to make

a woman feel like a woman and letting her lover know that that's how it
makes her feel.  There is great erotic power inside all women and lingerie
is a frilly key to unlocking that power," she paused, "if you want to."

As she ended this sentence, Dee rested her hand in the crook of Mel's left
hip.  Mel blushed scarlet, not only at the casual touching but at the
erotic idea of Dee's words.  Mel had always wanted to enjoy being a woman,
to wear silky things but life seemed to be passing by and where once there
was no time, now there was no one.

"Here, take a look at this."

Dee looked around to see that no one was paying too close attention and
undid two more buttons on her silk blouse. Underneath, Mel and Jim saw an
emerald green corset.  Jim leaned in a little closer.

"It doesn't have any cups!" he whispered.  Mel leaned in to get a closer
look too.

"Wow you have great boobs that you can wear that!" she whispered enviously.

"You have nice tits too darling, but you hide them.  I can tell.  As a
matter of fact, from the way your clothes fall on you, I'd say you have a
gorgeous body," Dee whispered back.

Meanwhile, Jim couldn't believe what was happening.  He thought that this
would be an easy score and it turned out his prey liked Mel better.  "But
I'm feeling the vibe," he puzzled.  This woman was different and he
definitely liked the difference.  Keep playing along he thought and at the
moment, playing along meant that Mel was going to get all the attention.
He thought that this sounded pretty good anyway.

Mel was flattered by the way Dee said what she said, her openness about her
body and her sensitivity to Mel's body.  She did have a good body, a damn
good body.  She worked hard for that body every morning; she ate healthy
foods everyday and drank only enough to get a buzz which she had at the
moment.  She just wasn't sure it was the alcohol.  And she had great tits!
Every man who had ever been with her said that.  They were firm and pert
and full, 36 C and she looked especially busty in her exercise leotards.
In fact, it was a major good feeling to go to an aerobics class in those
outfits; other girls were jealous of her for a change.

"It's starting to get late" said Dee to obvious looks of disappointment
from Jim and Mel. "Why don't we go up to my suite for a night cap before we
turn in," she continued.

"It's not over," thought Jim and Mel excitedly to themselves.



Chapter 2 -- A Night to Remember

"The top floor, the Presidential Suite, you must be doing quite well for
yourself," Jim said conversationally to hide his amazement.

"We do alright at our little company, Jimmy," Dee teased back.  "You look
like a catalog subscriber so you know what things cost."  She laughed that
throaty laugh and Jim felt like she could see right through him.  Of course
he looked at those catalogs, he dreamed of the girls wearing those
wonderful, satin and lace creations that only the imagination held
together.  He tried to buy for some of his girlfriends but he never seemed
to get the right thing for them.

"Dee, you're right, I do get the catalog.  You know, I've tried to buy
stuff for some of the women I've dated but I never seem to be able to buy
the right thing.  They were always disappointed or worse, turned off."

As they opened the door to the suite and entered, Mel turned to Jim and
asked, "Did you buy what you wanted or what you thought that they wanted?"

"An excellent question, Melinda!  As a matter of fact that is the question
when buying lingerie.  Jim, if you buy what you want a woman to wear and
you aren't on the same page, the magic doesn't work."

"How do you know the difference?" asked Jim.

"You make us some drinks Jim while Mel and I will try to answer that
question for you.  Mel, come with me.  I have some prototypes of some new
designs that I'm thinking of using.  Let's go pick out some things that we
want to wear for ourselves and maybe Jim can get the idea from that."

Dee took Mel by the hand a led her down the hall into the master bedroom
suite.  Normally, Mel would have run from this suggestion but not tonight.
Tonight it seemed like the most exciting thing in the world would be to try
on racy lingerie and parade around in front of an almost complete stranger
and her best friend Jim.  Dee had an intoxicating effect on her that's for
sure.  As they entered the bedroom, Mel could see stacks of boxes and racks
of garment bags.

"How did you get this up here," she asked incredulously.

"A couple of big strong men, darling. Let's see what we have for you.

With that invitation Mel started searching through the garment bags hanging
from the first rack.  As she did, she noticed that Dee began to remove her
blouse.  Mel had 1% of her attention on the garment bags and

99% on the dark auburn hair cascading down Dee's exposed back and extending
down over the top of the emerald green corset.  As she slipped out of her
skirt, she turned a little sideways to reveal a side view of her gorgeous
breasts proudly standing over the top of the corset.  An audible gasp
slipped from Mel and Dee turned to look her in the eye.

"Do you like them?" she asked coquettishly as she put her hands on her hips
and thrust out her chest.  "40 D, they look smaller with clothes on, don't
they? Would you like to touch them?"

What a straightforward request!  Of course Mel wanted to touch them, she
wanted to kiss them and she wanted to kiss the lips just above that
cleavage.  Mel had never been with a woman before and now she wanted this
more than anything.  As she walked across the room to Dee, she undid her
blouse and slipped it over her head and undid her bra so that she too had
her breasts unbound.

"I was right about you.  You hide them, these are beautiful," said Dee as
her hands met Mel's tits.

Dee and Mel's lips met and so did their breasts.  Pressing and rubbing
together.

"Why didn't I do this sooner?" wondered Mel to herself.

Suddenly Dee broke the embrace, not abruptly, but Mel thought it would go
on all night.  Dee turned away from her and faced a mirror on the wall over
the dresser.

"Mel, I really like you.  I find you extremely attractive."

"I noticed," smiled Mel.

"I need to tell you something before we go any further.  If you want to
leave after I have said what I need to, I'll understand.  I will have no
hard feelings towards you but I need to be completely honest with you."
Dee slid her skirt down to the floor and slowly undid the two satin ties
holding her emerald green bikini panties up and dropped them to the floor
still facing the mirror. "What an ass," Mel thought only half paying
attention to what Dee was doing.  Dee turned to face Mel wearing only the
corset, thigh high silk stockings and the pumps that she had worn in the
bar.  Mel thought how absolutely beautiful Dee was, how unbelievably
attracted that she was to this beautiful woman...

"I was once a man, Mel", said Dee matter of factly.  Mel looked and there,
surrounded by a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, was a penis.  A
penis on this woman!!!!

Mel reeled.  How do I feel now she asked herself?  Have I been played for a
fool?  Did Jim set this up?!?!  Anger started to boil up and she grabbed
her blouse and put it back on in a huff.  She paused in her anger.  But
what was she angry about? Dee stood there as open and honest as possible
and I'm getting angry?

"I'm sorry, Dee.  You understand that I'm just a little shocked by your,
um, secret."

"I understand but I thought..." and her voice trailed off.  She grabbed a
matching emerald green robe from the back of a chair and threw it around
her shoulders.

"This is a risk I take every time I meet someone new," explained Dee.

"I am a woman in every sense of the word.  I live my life as a woman, I
work at a woman centered company designing beautiful objects for women, and
my sexuality is that of a woman."

Mel cut Dee off.  "I know it is.  I can feel it.  I could feel it down in
the bar. Dee, I'm actually more turned on by what I see now than I was
before."

Mel removed her blouse once again and this time, her skirt and her panties
too and moved over to Dee.  Dee stood up and dropped the robe to the floor
revealing her beautiful chest and her secret to Mel.  Mel kissed her deeply
on the lips then on her left breast drawing circles with her tongue around
the nipple.  Her hand slid down over the corset and caressed Dee's
semi-erect cock.  Dee let out a moan of pleasure and release at Mel's
touch.  Mel and Dee continued to kiss and fondle each other.  Mel caressed
her new lover's hair and breasts.  The two stood face to face now, Dee's
member rubbing against Mel's dripping wet pussy.

"What do you think Jimmy's doing right about now?" whispered Dee.  Mel
giggled.

"Let me put on one of your creations and let's go find out.  I don't know
what Jim's reaction to your "surprise" is going to be but I'm staying here
with you tonight so I think we ought to go find out."

The girls broke their embrace and started to rummage through the piles and
bags of lingerie looking for the most alluring things they could find
before going out to the living room to give Jim the shock of his life.

Meanwhile, Jim was sitting on the couch working on his third scotch.

How long was it going to take for those two to dress up, he thought to
himself.  Women, just when you think you've figured out one little part of
them, you end up standing there with your thumb up your ass.

"Maybe I ought to go rescue them," he said out loud to himself but didn't
make a move to get up.

"Just be patient.  If something's gonna happen it's gonna happen."

He finally heard the bedroom door open and one set of stilettos clicking
down the hall but he didn't look up from his drink.

"What do you think of this outfit, Jim?  Does it make me look fat?"

Mel's voice.  He turned his head and his jaw just about hit the floor.

She was standing in the dim light of the living room in a beaded ivory
merry widow, her breasts pouring out over the demi-cups.  Attached garters
held up matching stockings and she stood on 5 inch heeled lace up ankle
high boots.  Then his eyes moved to the area just above where

Mel's legs came together.

"No panties?" stammered Jim.

"No panties, not tonight," smiled Mel.

She walked, no strutted, over to the bar and took a long pull on the drink
that Jim had fixed her about 30 minutes before.  Jim couldn't take his eyes
off of her.  That's Mel he said to himself!  At least it used to be Mel but
he had never seen her looking so erotic.  The way she moved, the way she
drank, the way she held her head.

"Wow, lingerie seems to agree with you," was all he could manage.

"It certainly does, Jim.  I've never felt more like a woman than I do
tonight.  Do you like what you see?" she cooed as she moved over to the
couch on which he sat.

Jim tried to sit up straight but Mel stopped him when she spread her legs
and dropped down on him straddling his lap.  She leaned in and pushed her
tits into his face.  Jim clearly didn't know what to think and clearly
didn't know what was expected of him.  If this had been anyone else he
would already have ravished her and been walking out the door but this was
almost like his sister!  His head told him no, but his pants were getting
uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

"I thought there was something wrong with you, Jim but it looks like your
going to be alright after all," grinned Mel as she started to unbelt and
unzip his pants.

Before he could make up his mind as to whether or not this was a form of
incest, another set of heels clicked down the hall way.  He tried to turn
his head to get a look at Dee but Mel grabbed his chin and yanked his face
back towards her and planted her hungry lips on his.  She kissed him hard
as she pulled his swollen cock out and started to run her soft hands up and
down the shaft slowly and purposefully.  Dee came up behind the back of the
couch, reached around and began to unbutton his shirt.  As she did this,
she pushed what felt like mammoth tits up against the back of his head and
neck.  She rubbed his chest as Mel took his cock and rubbed the head up
against her clit and moist opening.  Jim decided finally to lay back and
enjoy the whole thing.

There would be time for regrets tomorrow morning but this kind of thing
didn't happen to him everyday.

"Dee," Mel said softly.  "I really don't think we can do this to Jim
without his permission.  I mean his full and unconditional permission."

"I permit, I permit!" said Jim anxiously.

"No Jimmy, Mel's talking about something else," Dee said to Jim. And to

Mel she said, "I agree totally with you Mel.  The question is how do we
broach the subject?"

"Let me try," said Mel as she got up off of Jim and came around the back of
the couch.  Jim spun wildly around, his clothes half off, to follow Mel as
she slid over to Dee's side.  Jim got a full view of Dee now as she turned
her back to him to take Mel in her arms.  She had on a satin robe, belted
at the waist and from under it a white corset with garters and white seamed
stockings peaked out. The robe had slipped down her shoulders and her
unbelievable breasts were totally exposed, standing proudly above the top
of the corset.

"40 D's Jim, do you like them?" asked Mel as she rubbed her hands over the
nipples and in between the cleavage.

She then kissed Dee full on the lips her tongue driving ravenously into
Dee's mouth.  What could he say?  This was just too much to process.

Without thinking, Jim reached around Dee and cupped her tits in his hands
as Mel continued to kiss her.  Jim kissed the back of Dee's neck and drove
his face into the thick auburn hair.  All three of them were panting now;
too much foreplay had pushed them all to the edge and now

Mel had the nerve to push Jim away from Dee.

"I permit, OK!" pleaded Jim.

"No Jim, not yet," whispered Mel.  "You see our new friend here," she
stroked Dee's hair, "has a special secret that we need to share with you.
I suggest that you have another sip of your scotch and sit back down.  Dee,
he's all yours"

"Come on, Mel.  I don't even know this side of you and now you want to play
games too!  What'd she do, slip you something back there?" Jim snapped.  He
was clearly annoyed at what he considered unnecessary delays.

Dee walked around to the front of the couch to where Jim sat.  She pulled
her robe down a little farther so that she was exposed above the waist.

"Jimmy, what do you see when you look at me?"

"What is this, 20 questions? Okay, okay.  I see an incredibly beautiful
woman wearing just about the sexiest outfit I've ever seen and I mean
wearing it.  You're totally comfortable in it like you were born to wear
sexy lingerie.  I've been waiting to meet a woman like you since I hit
puberty," he said with a mixture of relief for finding words for how he
felt and admiration that this creature actually existed.

"Well Jimmy, thank you.  That's about the nicest thing any man has ever
said to me.  I feel like I was born to wear these clothes.  I've always
felt that way.  That's why I have the job I have and why I love to do it; I
put my heart and soul into designing these outfits because I truly love
them.  Like I said, I've always felt like I was born to wear this."  She
ran her hands up the sides of the corset and cupped her tits. "The only
problem is I wasn't born to wear this."

Dee walked over to the bar and had a sip of her drink put the glass down
and came back over to where she had stood before.

"Oh, I know what I said, I felt like I was born to wear this but the desire
and the genetics just didn't add up."  As she finished this sentence she
untied the belt of the robe and let it fall to her feet.

A confused Jim followed the robe down to the floor where it lay in a pile
against the 5 inch sandals on her feet.  His eyes followed her sexy,
stocking clad legs up to the V where they met just below her waist.  Mel
had walked around behind Dee and put her arms around her just as Jim caught
sight of Dee's secret.

"What the hell is that?!!?!?" Jim stammered. "You're a man?!?!"

Dee and Mel had been hoping that the atmosphere that they had created, the
ultra-feminine aura that surrounded them would have rubbed off on

Jim but it looked like they were going to be disappointed.

"You're so sexy and desirable! You can't be a man!"

Mel squeezed Dee's hand.

"Jimmy, do I look like a man to you?  Look at these tits! Does a man have
tits like these?" Dee said forcefully.  She turned around and stuck her ass
up in the air. "What about this ass, Jimmy.  Tell me that you don't think
this is the finest ass you've ever seen. Well, now that you've seen Mel's
maybe the second finest," she grinned at Mel.  "I used to be a man Jimmy
but I'm a woman now.  If I had never taken off my clothes you would never,
ever have known.  You would've taken me home to meet your momma if you'd
never seen me naked."

Mel could see by Jim's expression that Dee's rationalizations were starting
to make him think.  Jim might be immature at times, thought

Mel, but he's a pretty smart guy when all is said and done.  They wouldn't
be as good a team without Jim's quick thinking and instinctive ability to
get to the core of a problem.

"I'm sorry Dee, it is a bit of a shock to see something where there's not
supposed to be something."

Tentatively Jim stood up and moved over to Dee.

"Friends?"

"Well, I don't know," teased Dee.

Jim took Dee's face in his hands and he began to kiss her all over, very
slowly.  He moved his lips down to her lips and locked on tight.

They finally broke apart.

"Look, I want to hear all about you, all about your life.  It sounds like
it's really interesting but I'm really, really horny and," he paused for
dramatic affect, "I really do permit."

They all laughed at that one.  "Come on, let's go into the bedroom and make
ourselves more comfortable," said Mel and they walked hand-in-hand-in-hand
to the master suite.

"Jim, Mel and I are going to change into something more comfortable."

She saw Jim's look of exasperation. "No, really, it'll only take a second.
You get your clothes off and get in bed."

She winked at him and she and Mel went into the walk-in closet.

"That went pretty well, all in all," said Mel.

"Believe me, I've seen worse," Dee chuckled.

They both got out of the corsets and changed into satin and lace teddies,
groping and kissing each other while they did so.  Neither one of them
bothered to put on panties.

When they reappeared from the impromptu changing room, Jim had cracked a
bottle of champagne and handed each of the ladies a glass.  He toasted "to
us, tonight".  They each downed some of the champagne but before Jim could
put his glass down, Dee and Mel were already rolling around on the bed
voraciously grabbing at each other and kissing every part of each others
bodies their lips could find.  Jim jumped in and started to do the same.
This was going to be tricky, he thought.

"Dee," he whispered. "I really want to fuck you but where am I supposed to
put my dick?"

He was only half kidding.  Although he had heard of transsexuals he didn't
think he knew any (he was now not quite sure whether or not he could tell)
and he wasn't sure about the etiquette.

"Jimmy, I have a pussy.  It's just a little farther back than other girls.
The K-Y is in the night table."

With that she rolled over on her stomach and stuck her pretty ass up in the
air.  As she did this she drove three talon-tipped fingers into

Mel's cunt and continued to suck on Mel's tits.  Jim squirted some of the
lube out on to his hand and rubbed some on his cock.  He took some more and
started to gently rub it into Dee's ass crack and finally right into her
"pussy".

"Come on Tiger, I really need you inside me," she moaned as she raised her
hips to meet his rock hard cock.

He got to his knees behind her and his dick slipped inside her easily and
deeply and she let out a passionate moan.  He began to pump her from behind
and as her orgasm started to build, she began to lose focus on Mel.  For
her part, Mel was enjoying the show.  Her buddy Jimmy was fucking her brand
new girlfriend up the ass.  She would not have believed it if someone had
told her this is what the night had in store.  She played with herself
while watching the other two and as Dee started to come, Mel was right
there with her.  Each woman had an earth shattering orgasm and not long
after, Jim came deep inside Dee.  After Jim pulled out, they all fell to
the bed exhausted, playing with various parts of each others bodies.

"Dee, I couldn't help noticing..." Mel started.

"You couldn't, could you," grinned Dee interrupting her playfully.

Mel smiled.  "No, I couldn't help watching, silly.  When you came, you
didn't have an orgasm, I mean, you didn't come..."

"I didn't ejaculate you mean," said Dee helpfully.  Mel nodded her head,
slightly embarrassed.  "No, I think I have orgasms like you.

It's all over my body, in my breasts, in my hips, everywhere.  I don't
really get hard any more because of the...the "treatments" but I do orgasm
every time, just not usually as big as that one."  She rubbed Jim's
shoulder lovingly.

"Why didn't you go all the way and get surgery?" asked Jim.

"Well, I suppose in the long run, it would have made my life easier.

No more scenes like tonight," she smiled. "But I really like who I am and
the way my life and my body are now.  I'm who I always wanted to be

and I have the thrill of having a secret only a lover would know about.

Plus, I love being fucked in the ass," she said frankly.

And with that she rolled over on her back and with her left hand she rubbed
her tits and her right hand found her still half-erect cock.

She played with herself for a minute while Jim and Mel watched, and then
leaned up on her elbow and looked at Mel.

"Mel, I really want you to fuck me too.  I think you'll really like this."

Mel looked at Jim stunned but Jim just shrugged his shoulders.  "Go with
it," his expression said.

She rolled over on her stomach again and reached under the bed pulling out
an overnight bag.

"Jimmy, can you pull that up on the bed for me?"

She opened the bag and pulled out what looked to be a harness.  It was made
of leather but soft leather with satin linings.  Suspended from straps was
a thick dildo of about 8 inches in length and directly behind it was a
shorter one turned up like a fish hook pointing in the opposite direction.

"You'll need to put this on Mel.  Jimmy can you help me?"

They all stood up off to the side of the bed and Mel put her feet through
the harness.

"Wait, just a second," said Dee and she pulled out the K-Y and lubed up the
shorter dildo.  Jim and Dee pulled the harness up to Mel's waist and Mel
pushed her pussy down on to the short dildo.

"Oooo, that's nice," she said as her eyes unfocused slightly.

Jim tightened the straps of the harness and now Mel was the woman with a
cock.

"Hey, that looks good on you!" he laughed.

"You're just jealous cause my cock is bigger than yours," and she stuck her
tongue out at him.

"Okay you two," laughed Dee. "We're supposed to be getting me fucked."

She grabbed the K-Y again, got down on her knees and lubed up Mel's "cock".

"Honey, I want to look into your face while we do this."  Dee went over to
the couch and grabbed some of the big, full pillows and brought them over
to the bed.  She laid down and put the pillows under her lower back and ass
and lifted her knees up to her shoulders.  Just as she got her legs up, Mel
got on her knees and pushed the strap on into Dee's waiting ass.  Just like
Jim, it slid in easily.  Not having been on the giving end before, it took
Mel a couple of minutes to get the rhythm going but soon she was pumping
Dee hard and the other dildo inside of

Mel was performing its magic as well.  Both women were building to a
shattering climax which they hit at just about the same time.  Jim had been
jacking off on the other side of the bed and he came at about the same
time. An exhausted Mel leaned in and kissed Dee gently on the lips.

"Thank you," said Dee and with that the three adventurers fell asleep
together.



Chapter 3 -- Breakfast with Dee

Mel awoke the next morning to the up and down movements of the mattress.
This, more than anything else, told her that last night was not a dream.
She rolled over lazily to find Dee next to her lying on her side, her legs
spread and Jim's cock buried in her ass.  Mel reached over, took Dee's cock
in her hands and began to stroke it.  Thinking better of it, she leaned all
the way down and took Dee in her mouth.

"Not like a man's dick," thought Mel, "it's soft and feminine, just like
Dee".

Shortly thereafter, Jim came and rolled off onto his back.

"Good morning sleepy head," cooed Dee.  "Jim and I thought we'd have a
quick one before you woke up.  It got a little more heated than we thought
it would."

Jim chuckled and went into the bathroom.

Mel took her lips off of Dee's cock and kissed her way up to Dee's face.

"I was afraid that last night wasn't real," said Mel.

Dee closed her hand over Mel's wet pussy, sticking two fingers into her and
rubbing her clit with her thumb.  Mel moaned as Dee kissed her deeply on
the lips.

"It's real, honey," whispered Dee as Mel began to buck into one and then a
second orgasm.

Jim stood in the doorway brushing his teeth with one of the complimentary
hotel tooth brushes just taking in the sight of these two lovely women
pleasuring each other.

"I can't believe it's real.  No one would believe this and I'm not about to
tell anyone either," thought Jim.

Mel and Dee both rolled over on their backs and pulled the sheets up.

"I haven't been awakened like that since...well, never," said Mel.

Dee laughed.  "Well then you've never been awakened before."

"Alright, Dee, now that we've gotten to know each other a little," Mel
smiled, "tell us your story.  I wanted to hear it last night but it wasn't
a priority at the time."

They all laughed at that one and Jim added, "Yea, Dee.  How'd you get
here?"

"Well, it's been a long, strange trip but it started when I was about

12. Do you remember the big dust up over a transsexual tennis player?"

Mel and Jim both shook their heads.

"I didn't think so; you two are too young to remember much about the

'70s. Anyway, she was playing in a tournament out in the Midwest and I was
staying at my grandparents' house in a little town south of there.

She seemed to come out of nowhere and was playing really well when rumors
started to fly that she wasn't really a woman but had undergone a sex
change.  Unfair advantage or some such the writers claimed.  I think she
lost in the semi-finals but after the tournament she revealed that it was
true.  She was born a man and was actually a doctor, an optometrist I
think.  They started to do genetic testing after that to ensure that it
wouldn't happen again as it was a big scandal.  Something woke up in me
right then and there.  I couldn't believe it! I didn't have to be a boy, I
could be a girl!?  After that I was obsessed.  I used to pray at night
asking for God to turn me into a girl before I woke up.  Even then I
realized that if I got my wish there would be some major issues with my
family and friends.  I tried to find out as much as I could about sex
change operations and other transsexuals and the more I found out the more
I wanted it but I was deathly terrified of losing my family and friends and
my whole world.

Obviously, I kept it a secret and didn't tell anyone but I started to raid
my mom's closets and drawers and started to wear her clothes when no one
was home.  Once I actually got caught with her girdle, a bra, a garter belt
and some silk stockings that she never wore.  They were under my bed and my
other grandmother found them there when she was cleaning.  She brought it
up at dinner one night with just my father and me. I was so embarrassed at
getting caught I just walked up to my room without saying a word and no one
ever mentioned it again.  Nobody understood what it meant, I think they
thought that I was going through puberty and I was attracted to women and
their clothes; my Dad was probably relieved.  I was attracted, but not in
the way that they thought," smiled Dee.

"I continued to borrow my mother's clothes whenever she was out but I felt
like I needed to find clothes more suited for a girl my age.  I used to
have some neighbors; there were two teenage girls and I used to watch the
younger one, about 2 years older than me, get dressed through her bedroom
window.  She was pretty and pretty well developed and I used to wish that
was me with the long hair and the pretty breasts and the beautiful
underwear.  One summer, I was 15 I think, my neighbors were on vacation but
I heard from someone in the neighborhood that you could get into their
house by forcing a basement window.  The other kids were going in, watching
TV and stealing Playboys from the extensive collection in the basement.
None of that interested me though and I knew what I was going to do.  I got
in the house and went right to the girls rooms and went through their
closets and drawers. They were older than me and nothing really seemed to
fit.  I went out through the garage and as I did, I found a bag of clothes
that must have been from a couple of years before.  Wrap around skirts,
bras, panties, stockings, dresses you name it.  I hit the mother lode.  I
couldn't take all of these clothes into my house so I unlocked the side
garage door and took a few things with me that night.  A dress and a bra
which were my size and stylish for the time and a pair of platform sandals
that actually fit.  I continued to wear my mother's garter belt and
stockings but now I had the makings of a wardrobe.  I tried to dress as
much as I could when no one was home; I went back and exchanged clothes so
I had something new all the time.  There was some old jewelry and I started
to accessorize but..." Dee's voice trailed off,

"I always felt tremendously unfulfilled and guilty about what I was
doing. I wanted to be a girl, not just dress like one and I'd give it up
for a while and try to forget about it.  It just wasn't going to happen.
Now, I had a pretty good life anyway.  I could compartmentalize so I dated
girls (secretly wishing I was the one on the receiving end in the back
seat) had friends, jobs, all the normal things.  I even got married."

"Where's your wife now?" asked Mel.  "Does she know, um, does she..." Mel
looked at the wedding band on Dee's ring finger.

"Well, we're still married, sort of, I guess," Dee responded as she
fingered the gold band.

"I suppose this is where the story really begins.  Jimmy, you want to order
up some room service?  I could use some coffee and some breakfast," said
Dee.

She got up out of bed and threw on the emerald green robe she had worn to
such great effect last night.

"I'm gonna go take a shower - by myself Jimmy," Dee grinned as Jim looked
at the floor, "and make myself look presentable before we go on with this
story.  Mel, you help yourself to any of the clothes you find out here, I
think there's another shower down the hall if you want to use it.  I'll see
you both," she pulled open her robe exposing her tits and giggling, "in
about half an hour."

The breakfast that Jim ordered from room service had arrived and Mel and
Jim were buttering toast and pouring coffee when Dee emerged from the
bedroom.  She wore black Capri length spandex leggings, a silk mans-style
blouse that came to her waist and 5 inch black patent stiletto pumps.  She
had her hair pulled back into a high pony-tail exposing her face and her
dangling gold earrings. Jim had an overwhelming urge to take her back to
the bedroom right then and fuck her again.

"Wow, do you always know what to wear to make a man want you?" Jim said
breathlessly.

"Or a woman?" added Mel.

Jim looked at Mel's expression and could tell it was exactly the same one
that was on his face.

"Thank you both for being so nice," smiled Dee.  "I did a lot of research
over the course of my life and decided that once I was a woman, I would
always try to appear as the ultimate in femininity.

This is what that looks like Jimmy."

"Well I like it a lot," mumbled Jim through a mouthful of toast.  "Umm, at
the risk of sounding insensitive, where did you put your..." he added
pointing at the crotch of her pants which, to anyone else, would have
appeared to be that of a genetic woman.  The tight Lycra showing a perfect
mons venus.

Dee laughed and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Jimmy, I design clothes for a living.  Although you can't see it, I added
extra Lycra in the front panel and there's a shaping panel inside.  Don't
be disappointed, I assure you that I am all there.  No one but a handful of
people knows my secret and it really wouldn't do to spread it around.  I
love pants, the way they accentuate the shape of a woman's front and rear
and I was determined to find a way to wear the kind I wanted to wear.  It
really wasn't that difficult."

Sitting down at the table with Mel and Jim, she put some toast and some
fresh fruit onto her plate, crossed her legs seductively and took a sip of
coffee.

"I'm always watching my figure so the eggs and bacon are all yours," she
grinned.

"We're always watching your figure too," smiled Mel and they all laughed.

"So you really want to hear the boring story of my life, do you?" smiled
Dee.  "Well, I've never actually told anyone everything," she paused, "but
you two have been so wonderful that I guess there should be a first time."

And with that she began the tale of her long, sometimes strange, journey
into womanhood.



Chapter 4 -- The Big Decision

"It really began about 10 years ago.  I've told you that I knew from the
time I was 12, and probably before that, that I wanted to live as a girl
but circumstances and lack of nerve to act on my most deep seated longing
prevented that.  I was about your age," she looked at Jim and Mel in turn,
"when I found an ad in the back of the Village Voice advertising a service
that I'd never heard of.  It was an ad for a doctor's office offering a
service called 'Queen for a Day'.  They promised to make you into the
'woman you've always wanted to be in 24 hours or your money back'.  Of
course this piqued my interest," Dee said with a grin, "so I actually did
something I had never done before; I acted on it.  I placed a call to the
phone number in the ad and spoke with a young woman, well, as it turned out
Jimmy, a woman like me although I didn't know it at the time, and she
explained the service."

"Oh yes," said the voice on the other end of the line, "it's totally
confidential of course. Our service is temporary.  There are many men,

I'm assuming you are one of them, who want or need the experience of being
a woman.  We are not a cross dressing service though so if that is your
interest, you best try a different service.  If you are interested in
learning more about what 'Queen for a Day' is all about, I can set you up
with an appointment," she offered helpfully.  "For reasons of
confidentiality I am not allowed to go into the details of our services
over the phone."

I thanked her and told her that I might be interested and I would call back
later in the day to set up the appointment (if I could dig up the nerve)
and hung up the phone.

So this could be it, I thought.  That all of the old urges and desires
bubbling up from the past could be, might be, fulfilled, even temporarily
put a spring in my step as I left the office for the drive home.  Home.
This was the one thing that I had never confided to anyone, not even my
wife.  I'd danced around it a little but I don't think she ever understood
the depth of this desire.  Would Devin be a willing partner or would she be
so repulsed that our relationship might never recover?

"I can't tell her," I thought to myself, "there is no way I can talk to her
about this."

I had to give up this insane fantasy, a fantasy of a different life.

"You can't change DNA," I heard my old biology professor proclaim.

"99.9% of what humans are is determined by their DNA."  Yes, but
transsexuals exist.  They were the brave ones who did what their nature;
their DNA compelled them to do. And I wouldn't be permanently changing my
sex, she said it was temporary.  I rallied.  I needed to think and I needed
more information.  I needed to make an appointment.

"Right this way David.  The doctor will be with you in a moment," said the
receptionist as she guided me down the office hallway.  It looked more like
a suburban pediatricians' office that a cross dressing boutique and seemed
quite out of place for this part of lower

Manhattan.  The receptionist, Bethany her name tag said, was a gorgeous
little blonde with what looked like a superb figure.  She wore a satiny sun
dress which exposed her shoulders and the tops of her large freckled
breasts and she walked, no swayed, on 4 inch off-white pumps.

"Please remove your clothes and put this on," she held out a blue hospital
gown.  "It should only be a few minutes," she smiled.

"Excuse me, uh..."

"Bethany, please call me Bethany.  Don't be nervous, ask anything you
like. I am authorized to provide information to our customers once they
have come in to the office."

"Um, where to begin," I stumbled as so many questions jumped into my mind
at once.

"Let me see if I can help you," Bethany said as she looked straight into my
eyes.  "Since, I'm not a doctor I can't tell you how the process works, the
doctor will have to explain that to you.  But I can tell you that it does
work and I am the living proof."

My eyes widened but I didn't pull away from her gaze.  I was stunned but
perhaps I shouldn't have been; who else was likely to be working here.

"You? But you're so, so beautiful!"  I finally said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she smiled shyly and broke eye contact.
Bethany walked around behind the examining table.  "Yes, I was one of the
first clients of 'Queen for a Day'.  All of my life I wanted the experience
of being a woman if only for one day, it was my deepest desire.  I had
cross dressed since I was a little boy but I was never fulfilled by it.
For the longest time, I thought that I might be gay and that the desire for
womanhood was only a submissive desire for a man.  I had relationships with
both men and women all through high school and college but none of them
seemed completely right.  After I graduated, I was in the city for a job
interview and while walking down the street, I noticed the sign outside and
walked right in to find out more about it.  That," she said emphatically,
"was the day that I became myself."

While I tried to process what she was telling me she asked, "Would you like
to see the results?"

I nodded my head silently.  The words she had spoken seemed to have come
right from my mouth.  As she slipped the straps of her dress down her arms
and pulled the top down to reveal her luscious freckled, large and full
(now that I could see them) breasts I felt desire.  Not sexual desire but
the desire to be Bethany.  She stepped out of her dress, looked at me with
her hands on her hips and smiled, "What do you think?"

I couldn't speak nor quite believe what I was seeing.  She had a perfect
body; I mean a perfect woman stood before me.  As I looked down from her
face to her chest and down the flat feminine stomach and her feminine hips,
I was in awe.  The small bulge in the front of her silk thong was the only
thing that gave her away; evidence that the process or procedure or
whatever it was, truly worked.  Noticing that I was focused between her
legs, she slipped the thong down to reveal a small penis in the middle of a
perfect triangle of blonde pubic hair where, on a woman who looked like
her, a vagina should have been.

"This is the only evidence that I was not always a woman," she smiled
placing her right hand over her crotch.  "I've thought about going all the
way, sex reassignment surgery, but I feel that the way I am right now is
the way I was meant to be.  I have had a few minor cosmetic procedures,
touch ups I call them and," she cupped her breasts, "these are enhanced
with implants.  Plus, I found a man who loves me and accepts me this way
and doesn't want me to change unless I truly want to," she paused, "and I
don't want to.  Any other questions?"

Bethany was smiling at me with a look of ultimate fulfillment.  She must
have given this speech before but I could tell that she meant every word as
if it was the first time that she spoke them; as if she were finding the
right words as she went along.

"Just one," I said.  "I thought the process was temporary?"

She pulled up her panties and then got back into her dress.

"The process is temporary unless you don't want it to be.  The doctor will
tell you more about the details but, I have to warn you, when I first
walked in that door I was just going to fulfill my fondest wish and then I
was going to go back to my old life."  She smiled wistfully like she
couldn't believe how wrong she'd been and thought it was silly she ever
thought that.  "If this is truly what you want to do, it may become
impossible to return to what was before.  Do you understand what I'm
saying?  It may not be easy to give up."

She walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Please change into the gown now, the doctor will be in any minute.  Be
careful and, if you need to talk, you can always reach me here any time."

She smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I had just changed into the hospital gown when a knock on the door signaled
the arrival of the doctor.

"Hello, David, my name is Dawn Ross, Dr. Dawn Ross.  I'm a board certified
endocrinologist as well as a board certified cosmetic surgeon, sort of the
whole package required for the work that I do," she smiled reassuringly.

"Hi Doctor, pleased to meet you," I said.  Dr. Ross was a strikingly
attractive woman in her early 50s, I thought.  Long, auburn hair, trim
figure, and, although it was difficult to tell under her lab coat, what
appeared to be an ample chest.  Was it possible that Dr. Ross could be one
of her own creations?  If so, she did just as fine a job on herself as she
did on her assistant.

"Let's see," she said as she reviewed the questionnaire I had filled out
upon arriving.  "No current or recurrent medical problems, you're taking no
medications, no recent surgeries; physically, you appear to be an ideal
candidate for the procedure.  Let me check your blood pressure and your
pulse, put this under your tongue."

I obeyed and she slipped the disposable thermometer under my tongue and
continued to talk.

"As soon as we've completed the physical work up I will be able to discuss
the procedure with you, its limitations and drawbacks and possible side
effects.  I know that my assistant Bethany has probably confirmed to your
satisfaction that the process works," she smiled, "and I know that you are
probably wondering whether I too am what I appear to be."

She removed the thermometer from my mouth, read the temperature and jotted
the result on to her clip board.

"Well, Doctor, so far, nothing is what it appears to be so, yes, I did
wonder, not that it matters.  May I add, that you are an extremely
attractive woman," I said.

"Thank you David, thank you very much.  To answer your question, yes, I was
the first person that I experimented on.  I studied to become an
endocrinologist for the precise reason that you see before you.  When I was
young, perhaps like you, I realized that I wanted and needed to be a girl.
Since I had, shall we say a huge intellectual appetite to go with my
forbidden desire I began researching hormone therapies used for
transsexuals in hopes of finding a way to use biochemistry to achieve what
I wanted at that time; a way to temporarily change my sex.  This way I
could live my fantasy and at the same time maintain the standing and
reputation in my field that I had hoped to achieve as a man.  It took
nearly 12 years before I made the breakthrough that you see before you."

She removed her lab coat and began to unbutton the front of her dress.

The buttons ran all the way down the front and when she got to the last one
she pulled the dress open and put her hands on her hips revealing what I
had only guessed at 5 minutes before.  An amazingly feminine body; she wore
a black lace, front clasp bra which she undid to reveal large, full
breasts.  Like her assistant, she too had a small bulge in the front of her
matching lace French cut bikini panties.  More evidence that the process
worked.

"What do you think of this?" she asked smiling.

"I'm absolutely amazed at what I've seen here today," I said as I ran my
eyes over her body.  "I really want to know more about your process but I
need to ask you the same question that I asked Bethany..."

She stopped me with an outstretched hand.

"Let me put my clothes back on and I will answer the question that every
man asks, 'I thought you said it was temporary'," she said as she redid her
bra and buttoned up her dress.

I nodded my head silently.

"David, it is temporary.  The process itself is temporary if you want it to
be.  That's why I said that 'physically' you are an excellent
candidate. Psychologically, well, that's a different matter.  The process
itself is an injection of a concoction of different levels of female
hormones in precisely the same quantities that you might find in a genetic
woman of your age, ethnic make up, height, etc.  The mixture also includes
a testosterone suppressant and other male hormone suppressors.  There is
also the final ingredient, a synthetic hormone of my design, which ties all
of this together and acts as an accelerator, essentially pushing you into
and through puberty as a female in the space of about 12 hours.  You will
develop as you would have had you been born a girl and physically you will
appear as you would if you had walked through my front door as a 30 year
old woman.

There is some pain involved as some of your bones will shift slightly,
hips, ribs, and chest, cheek bones, and jaw line.  Of course, the process
cannot completely overcome 30 years as a man but it comes very close.
After this transformation is complete you may decide that you need a little
extra help," she smiled.  "That is where my training as a cosmetic surgeon
comes in.  We can perform some minor procedures including breast implants
if you are dissatisfied with your natural attributes. These are completely
reversible as well."

As she spoke, she opened the door to the examining room and led me, still
dressed in the hospital gown, into her office across the hall.

"Now for the side effects," she said darkly as I sat opposite her across
her desk.  "The original process will last for approximately 96 hours after
the changes are complete.  At the end of 96 hours, the hormones will have
been metabolized to the point where you will begin to go through puberty as
a male once again.  If you return to the office after 3 days, I can
guarantee that no one outside of those that you entrust with your secret
will ever know what you did.  I also have an anti-serum that will speed the
process but, although it is effective, it is more painful than the natural
return to your former state."

"But what about the side effects," I asked.

"Other than the pain involved in the transformation, there are no side
effects at this point.  Psychologically however, you may realize that if
this," she made a sweeping motion over her body, "is what you really,
really want, three days is not enough time.  Three days will never be
enough time.  At this point I can re-inject you with the hormone
preparation but the effects will be longer lasting, approximately one week
and the reversal will be slower.  Each time the treatment is extended, the
changes become more permanent until," she lowered her head and her voice,
"there is no going back."  "I had always intended," she continued, "to play
both sides of the fence, as it were," she smiled ruefully.  "I had two
lives and I did not want to give either one of them up but I was mesmerized
by what I saw in the mirror."

She stood up now and walked around to the front of the desk, leaning on it
and looking down at me. Yes, I could understand that.  She was incredibly
attractive.  Her legs went on forever in her black pumps.

"For a while, I was able to give up Dawn Ross and return to Ross

Daniels without regret but it became harder and harder to do that.  I had a
girlfriend whom I cared for deeply who could not come to terms with Dawn
and I lost her.  I lost my family and my 'respectable' practice and,
although the process was a tremendous medical breakthrough, I'd lost my
professional reputation as well," she paused and then looked me directly in
the eye, "Although I have these regrets, I would not trade my life for
anything.  I love being a woman, dressing as a woman, seducing the right
men, and having sex as a woman. Well," she smiled impishly, "not exactly as
a woman.  I have not had sex reassignment surgery and I don't plan to.  I
actually don't know what would happen as none of my clients have ever
undergone that surgery after the process became permanent."

So there it was the final secret.  Both Dr. Ross and Bethany had both for
there own reasons and motivations not been able to or had not wanted to
give up what they had become when they had the chance.  I suppose that I
wouldn't be able to make that decision until I was face to face with it
either but I also knew that I had to face it, to be a woman for 3 days
would be infinitely better than never at all.

"Dr. Ross, I think I can see what I'm getting into.  Both you and

Bethany have something that I want very badly.  If three days isn't enough
then I'll have to make that decision when it presents itself.

However, I can't jump into this right now.  I need to find a way to bring
my wife on board with what I want to do.  Oh, I'm not going to come right
out and tell her, I know that wouldn't work.  I have an idea but it will
take some time to set up and," I paused with a smile, "I could probably
stand to lose a few pounds before I have my new figure."

Dr. Ross smiled, "Good luck to you then.  Call Bethany and make an
appointment when you're ready.  You can usually get in the next day.

Oh, and what shall we call you when you return?"

"Diana, I think you can call me Diana."



Chapter 5 -- The Execution of the Plan

The plan that I had put into action several months ago was about to come to
fruition.  I had lost about 30 lbs. by dieting and running, with some
workouts using small weights for increasing muscle tone.

Since I wasn't really overweight to begin with, I was now somewhat
underweight for a man of my height, about 5 feet, 8 inches and had been
able to tone up most of my previous 30ish flab.  Devin of course noticed
the change but didn't really object as she had always given me a hard time
for "letting myself go".  She always kept herself in perfect shape by
exercising and eating right and I think she felt a little smug that I
seemed to have taken to her lifestyle with a vengeance.

"Honey!" Devin called from downstairs, "what time will you be home on
Friday?  I can't wait to spend a weekend away for a change."

"It's probably going to be later than check in time but I have an idea.

Why don't you go down to the hotel early, pamper yourself for the
afternoon, they have a spa, and I'll come straight down from the city and
meet you," I replied coming down to the kitchen.

"Ooo, that sounds like a good idea.  You're so sweet," she said as she put
her arms around my neck and planted a wet kiss on my lips.  "I can't wait.
Maybe we shouldn't even leave the room all weekend," she cooed.

Devin was definitely a hottie.  Sometimes I did wonder why she married me
and lately I had wondered if she would ever have married me if she knew my
secret fantasy.  She was headed off to work in a dress that didn't leave
anything to the imagination; it showed a little too much cleavage and a
little too much leg but somehow she was always able to pull it off.  I was
hoping that I'd be able to do the same.  This is actually what my whole
plan hinged on.  Devin loved sex.  She loved to do it whenever and wherever
we could.  Hotel elevators, car backseats, bathroom stalls, anywhere and
everywhere. I couldn't keep up with her all the time so she had worn out a
couple of vibrators during the last

5 years. She was definitely an exhibitionist and a thrill seeker and this
part of her is what I was counting on arousing when next we laid eyes on
each other.  I didn't know, nor had I ever asked if she had ever been with
another woman but I suspected that she had.  She never missed an
opportunity to comment on a female movie star's shape or boobs or how the
star's ass looked in a certain type of dress and she was usually stripped
of whatever clothing she was wearing soon after these observations and the
subsequent conversations that we had about them. Yes, she loved to talk sex
about women, but she liked to be with men. She pulled her lips off mine and
rubbed my groin.

"I can't wait 'til Friday night.  You know how I hate to spend the night
alone," she pouted.

"If I know you, you won't be alone and there are extra "C" batteries in the
back closet," I said playfully and swatted her ass.  She just smiled and
strutted out the door.

"I'll bring all the toys," she said still smiling.

"Don't forget to wear that new outfit I got for you," I called out the door
behind her.  "I want you in it when I get there.  I'll be at the hotel
exactly at 7 pm even if I have to skip out of the meeting early."

She nodded her head that she understood as she closed the car door and
started the engine.  When I was sure she had pulled out of the driveway

I ran upstairs to pack.  Since I wouldn't need any of my male clothing,

I packed light.  In my last phone call to Bethany she told me that there
was really no way to know what my dimensions would be after the procedure
so buying clothes ahead of time would likely be expensive and useless.
They had enough things at the office to get me started and she and I could
go shopping for a few hours on Friday morning.  Not only would it help my
wardrobe but it would get me acclimated to going out in public.  Now there
was a scary thought!  What if someone knew, what if someone saw through me?
Both Bethany and Dr. Ross were so completely passable that no one would
ever wonder if they hadn't always been women but did the process spit them
out fully formed like that or did successive treatments smooth over the
rough male edges?  I had to remember to ask that question before I agreed
to any public displays of the new me.  I threw the overnight bag over my
shoulder and locked the door behind me, not sure if I would ever step foot
in this house again but I had made up my mind to take what was to come and
face it when the time came.  No regrets.  I jumped in the car, started the
engine, and headed off for the turnpike and New York City.



"Hi Diana," smiled Bethany as she came around to the front of the front
desk and took my hand.  I must have blushed (how girlish of me) because she
shook her head with a grin, "You're going to have to get used to it so you
might as well start now.  Come on let's go get you ready, it's going to be
a long day."

Bethany led me through two doors at the end of the examining room hall and
into a room off of what appeared to be a small operating theater.

There were cabinets filled with bottles and vials, refrigerators, and all
of the furniture I associated with a dentist's or an oral surgeon's office.
With the exception of the table in the middle of the room outfitted with
restraints for wrists and ankles.  As she had months earlier, Bethany
turned to me and handed me a hospital gown, this one with a distinctly
feminine cut.

"You know the drill," she said in her best business like tone but with the
hint of a smile.  "Please remove all of your clothes and put this on.  The
doctor will see you in a moment."  This time she sat down in one of the
chairs, crossed her legs, and swept her hair back from her face.  "You
still have some decisions to make before anything happens.

Have you thought about how you'd like to accessorize?"

I'd already thought this through a hundred times and I could recite it by
heart.  I was just about to go through my list when Dr. Ross came in.

"Good morning, Diana," she extended her hand warmly. "Are we ready?"

I nodded affirmatively and she went over to the desk to go over the last
details before she began the process of re-creation.

"OK," said Dr. Ross, "Tell me what we're going to do for you today. I need
you to be as detailed as possible."

"Well, doctor," I began, "let's start at the top.  Of course I'll need hair
extensions, long; I'd like my hair to be down to the middle of my back.
Deep auburn tinting, Bethany."  I had discovered that Bethany performed all
of the styling functions for Dr. Ross and some of this monologue would be
addressed to her.  "As far as all of the other cosmetic details, I trust
Bethany to make the right decisions for me Doctor Ross seeing how
beautifully she does things for herself."

Bethany blushed and looked down.

"I guess the biggest decision is breast implants.  I definitely want them;
I'd like my breasts to be big."  At this both Bethany and Dr. Ross grinned.

"Typical man," smiled Dr. Ross.

"I don't mean gigantic, Doctor," I said defensively.

"I'm kidding, Diana," Dr. Ross said reassuringly.  "Bethany and I are not
exactly flat chested." They both laughed.

"OK then," I regained my place. "38 D I suppose but I give you both
permission to change that depending upon how I naturally develop.  If you
think smaller is better, I'll rely on your judgment.  I think that I want
them big, though."  They grinned again.

Doctor Ross stopped me at this point.  "Diana, as I told you some time ago,
the process will change the way your body is distributed.  You've lost a
lot of weight, which is excellent, and the hormones will redistribute the
remaining fat around your waist down towards your hips.  I can do some
light liposuction to shape you better and perhaps redistribute some of that
to your rear end to make it shapelier. Bethany will do some laser
depilation after the initial burst of hormones takes affect to remove as
much of your male body hair as possible and she will, of course, take care
of all of the necessary cosmetology.  As Bethany has informed you, we have
an extensive wardrobe here to get you started as we can never be sure of
your exact measurements at the completion of the process.  Do you have any
other questions before we begin?"  The doctor motioned me to lie on the
table in the middle of the room and Bethany began to tighten the restraints
on my ankles and wrists.

"Yes Doctor, I have two final questions for both you and Bethany," I said
as I tried to get in as comfortable position as possible. "One, why the
restraints, and two, you have told me that no one will be able to guess my
secret unless I tell them.  Did you two look the way you did after the
first administration of the process or did you become more feminine with
each successive treatment?"

Dr. Ross answered.  "First, the restraints are for your protection.  I told
you that there would be pain involved and, although you will be in a
chemically induced state of semi-consciousness, you may move around and we
wouldn't want you to fall off of the table.  Second, and I think

I speak for both of us, we both looked almost exactly as you see us today.
Both Bethany and I have had additional cosmetic procedures performed but
they were minor and did not really change our appearance in ways that most
people can see.  For instance, since I am somewhat older than both of you,
I did have an eyelid lift and some work done to my neck and chin.  Must
keep up appearances," she smiled.  "Now, be a good girl and put all of your
other questions aside for the moment.  I guarantee you that you will not be
disappointed in what you will look like.  To all outward appearances, you
will be a beautiful young woman with an alluring figure and," she put her
hand on my shoulder, "as for the other changes that you will experience,
you will have to find out how they affect you when we are done."

As Dr. Ross was speaking, Bethany had been preparing the mixture along with
several IV bags.  Dr. Ross inserted the needle from one of the IVs into my
left arm. Bethany then handed a full syringe to Dr. Ross.

"Now, close you eyes and count backward from 100.  You will fall asleep
shortly."  I felt the syringe enter my right arm as I counted.  I think

I got to 95 and I remembered nothing clearly after that.



Chapter 6 -- High Heels and Other Womanly Pleasures

Indistinct memories, flashes of lights, and snippets of conversation
swirled around me. I had lost track of time but the pain seemed to last
forever.  Pain in different places, then everywhere all at once, then
nothing.  Slowly I realized that I was waking and I heard a voice as though
from the top of a well shouting down at me.  I groggily began to open my
eyes and as my hearing adjusted to the new sounds I heard Bethany's voice.

"Wait just a moment there.  You've had a rough time of it and I'm not quite
done so keep your eyes closed and just relax."  I could hear the smile in
her voice so I did as I was told but now I began to use my other senses to
reestablish my place in the world.

I was covered by what felt like a sheet from my neck to my waist.  It lay
differently on my upper body than I would have expected; it seemed to be
somewhat farther away from where my chest should be.  I couldn't move my
hands and feet and I started to panic but then I remembered about the
precautionary restraints.  Bethany seemed to be sitting off to my right and
I could feel her nimble hands working around my groin.

I couldn't imagine what she might be doing but her skilled touch was
comforting so I enjoyed it while trying to see in my mind's eye what she
might be doing.  She moved my penis to the left and then to the right while
moving her other hand in and around my legs and under my scrotum.

"There," she said finally. "Finished at last and none too soon.  I lost
track of time and should have realized that the sedative would be wearing
off about now."  She pulled the sheet down so that it covered my exposed
lower half.  She stood up went over to the sink and washed her hands and
then came over and planted a kiss on me, not on my cheek as she had done
before but squarely on my lips.  As her tongue entered my mouth, I accepted
it gratefully and kissed her back as hungrily as I could manage after not
having had anything to eat for what must have been at least 24 hours.

She broke the kiss slowly and whispered, "I need to go tell Dr. Ross that
you've awoken.  You won't believe how well you've turned out, I've wanted
to kiss you for hours but I thought it wouldn't be fair until you were back
in the land of the living."

"You can kiss me like that any time," I said licking her lip stick off my
lips.

My voice!  My voice was higher and somewhat husky!  My words came out in
someone else's voice!  Bethany must have been able to see the excitement on
my face and said again that she would go find Dr. Ross and walked out of
the room at a brisk pace, her heels clicking quickly on the tile floor.

So my voice was different and Bethany said that I wouldn't believe how

I'd turned out.  So far so good, I thought.  If anyone and I mean anyone
could tell my secret, I was not leaving this room until the stuff wore off.
I would leave my eyes closed until the last possible minute just in case.

I heard the door open again and this time two sets of stiletto heals
clicked onto the tile floor and I felt Dr. Ross take my hand.

"You can open your eyes if you want to.  How do you feel, probably hungry
and a little sore I'd guess?  We'll get you some food in a little while but
I just want to check your vitals before we loosen the restraints and get
you on your feet."

"I'm fine doctor, sore yes, but not so bad," I marveled at the sound of my
voice!

This would have been the dead giveaway but if Dr. Ross had managed to
change my voice, the process must have worked!

"Pulse is good, try to breathe as deeply as you can and hold it for about 3
seconds," she said as she placed the stethoscope on my chest, a few inches
higher than she did the first time she checked my heart 3 months ago.
"Your heart and chest sound good too.  Are you ready to sit up and get a
feel for the new you?" she asked.

I nodded my head as best I could and she and Bethany began to remove the
restraints on my wrists and then my ankles.  Once I was unrestrained, they
each put a hand under my back and helped me to a sitting position.  As I
sat up the sheet began to slide down a little and, feeling the weight on my
chest, I seemed to instinctively pull the sheet up to my neck and hold it
there as I sat up.  There was laughter from both women.

"How girlish," Bethany laughed.  Yes it was I thought.  I slowly lowered
the sheet and looked down.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.  "They're beautiful and they're huge!"

Dr. Ross laughed hard at that one.  "Of course they're huge!  You wanted
them that way.  40 D for your information.  Your natural development was
small so I took the liberty of giving you a little more than what you
wanted at no extra charge."

I cupped them in both hands.  The feeling was overwhelming!  I ran my hands
against the sides and stroked them down from my chest towards my nipples.
They were wonderful and it felt so good to touch and caress them.  I
realized I had been lost in my new tits when Dr. Ross cleared her throat.

"Ahem, Diana, you'll have plenty of time for that although I must say that
has been the typical reaction of all of my previous clients as well."

I know I blushed when she said this.

"Can you stand?"

"I can try," I said as I managed to move my legs off over the side of the
table and slowly slid down to my feet holding on to the sheet as covering.
I realized as I moved that I was in fact completely naked under that sheet.

"There, Bethany, please take Diana by the arm.  She will be unsteady for a
few moments."

Bethany took my arm as I stood and I almost lost my balance!  The new
weight on my upper body combined with a very different center of gravity in
my lower body and lack of nourishment almost knocked me to the ground.  I
leaned hard against Bethany.

"How did you ever learn to walk in heels let alone stand up," I joked
feebly.

"Don't worry, you'll get it quickly.  Actually, walking in heels helps.

That's one thing they don't tell you before you wear them," said

Bethany.

"Bethany, let's take her across the hall into recovery 2," said Dr.

Ross as she and Bethany looped their arms under mine for support.

Recovery 2 looked like a lavishly appointed hotel room with a king size
bed, plush carpets, a lighted vanity, and a conversation area.  They
half-dragged me over to the bed, pulled back the covers and, as gently as
they could, deposited me in it.

"Oh, this feels wonderful," I whispered.

The sheets were satin and I noticed the coolness of the fabric against my
now almost completely hairless body.  I pulled the covers up and tried to
yank the sheet I had been covered in out from under the covers but I was
still too weak.  Bethany leaned in and pulled while I moved back and forth
until she was able to pull it out from under me.

"There, that should be more comfortable.  The food is on its way and once
you feel up to it, you probably ought to put some clothes on," she smiled.
"I have a comfortable outfit all picked out for you so just let me know
when you think you can stand up," said Bethany.

I sat up a little against the pillows and pushed the hair out of my face.
"I think I need a brush and a comb and something to pull my hair back," I
said weakly.

"I'll do that," offered Bethany as she moved her way over to the vanity.

"I have some other appointments that I need to keep right now," explained
Dr. Ross.  "Why don't you girls get acquainted and I'll be back in a couple
of hours to check your vitals again, Diana.  Please don't over exert
yourself before then," she ordered with a grin.

"I don't think I'll be moving for a little while at least Doctor," I said.

"We'll see," smiled the Doctor as she looked over at Bethany returning with
a hair brush and comb.  "Look after our patient, will you dear?"

"Of course, Doctor.  There's nothing I would enjoy more."

Dr. Ross left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.  Bethany
pushed me gently over to my side so that my back was exposed to her and
began to brush out my hair.  I could feel the length as she held it out
towards herself and let it fall against my back again and again.

"Thanks Beth.  I don't know what I'd do without you," I sighed closing my
eyes thoroughly enjoying the pampering she gave me.

"No problem, Dee," she whispered as she bent down and kissed me on the back
of the neck.  I half rolled over and returned her kiss but she prevented me
from rolling any further.  "Let me know if you don't feel up to it," she
whispered again while she kissed my shoulder and slid her right hand down
my right hip.  She maneuvered her hand down to my cock and I gave an
involuntary shudder of pleasure.  I could feel stirrings there but I could
also feel that I was only semi-erect no matter how deftly Bethany's hand
manipulated me.  Although I was a little worried, I soon put the thought
aside as her hand found my ass.  She slid her fingers down my crack as I
moved my legs apart at the approach of her fingers.  She found my anus and
started to rub and playfully scratch at me with her finger nails as she
continued to kiss me on the back of the neck.  I closed my eyes and tried
to concentrate on what her hand was doing to me.  She pulled her hand away,
got up from the bed and moved back over to the vanity.  I moaned soft
disappointment.

"Stay right where you are," she said, "and I mean don't move a muscle."

I closed my eyes again and heard her open the drawer of the vanity. I also
heard the rustle of clothing.  She came back to the bed and lay behind me
and I could feel her naked breasts pushing into my back.  I tried to reach
around to touch her but she gently and firmly grabbed my arm and pushed it
back to the bed.  "Since you aren't really used to it yet, I have some
lubrication that should make this more enjoyable," she whispered as she
squirted the K-Y out on to her hand.  Bethany covered my ass crack with gel
and resumed her finger movements at the opening to my rear end.  She pushed
a finger past my rosebud and into me. I gasped.  Deeper and deeper she went
until I could feel her pushing up against my insides and then she inserted
a second finger moving them in and out in a steady rhythm.  Although my
cock still remained half erect I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm deep
within my groin and hips.  I pushed my ass up against her hand as much as I
could and began rubbing my breasts and nipples with my right hand.  Bethany
picked up the pace and just as I began to feel the impending release she
slowly withdrew her fingers.

"Grrrr," I exclaimed softly through clenched teeth, "Why did you stop?"

"So there was room for this," she whispered.  I felt pressure against my
anus again but this time something much larger than Beth's fingers entered
me.  I almost screamed but I bit down on the pillow.  As it slid in, the
pain receded and she began to move it in and out slowly.

I relaxed and let her do what she wanted to me.  Just then, she flicked a
switch and the vibrator began to do what it was built for.  Such an
exquisite feeling!  The in and out motion combined with the vibration was
bringing that feeling to my hips, ass, and crotch again.  This time, Beth
didn't stop.

"I think...I'm...going...to come!"  I stammered trying to catch my breath
between each syllable.

And then it hit me like a freight train. One, two, three, I lost count of
how many individual orgasms I had as they washed over my entire body mixing
together into the most overwhelming sexual experience I had ever had.  As
my hips bucked more slowly now

Bethany turned off the vibrator and ceased its motion but did not remove
it.  I turned my head back over my shoulder to find Beth smiling down at me
and our lips met hungrily, smearing her lipstick over her face as well as
mine.

"Are you ready," she asked as reached for the vibrator.

"Nooo," I moaned softly.  "Do you have to take it out yet?"

She moved it slowly in and out once more and then slid it out of me.  A
great emptiness remained.

"Scoot over a little and let me get in there with you," she said as she
rolled me over on my stomach and onto my other side so I faced her.

Beth was naked except for her thong and I rubbed the bulge in it
appreciatively as she felt my breasts.  I looked down at my exposed cock
and noticed that, except for some fluid around the tip, I had not
ejaculated.

"You're all woman now," said Beth as she reached down around my cock.

"We hadn't got into some of the things that you would experience and this
is one of them.  It was easier to show you rather than tell you and," she
kissed me again, "once I saw how hot you were, I wanted to fuck you
anyway."  She laughed softly as she said this.

I put my elbow on the pillow and rested my head on my hand.

"You know, I'm at quite a disadvantage here as I'm the only one who hasn't
seen me yet.  I think Dr. Ross even had some lust in her eyes when she
left, maybe a little jealous that I wasn't losing my virginity to her?"

"Oh, I think Dr. Ross would like that," smiled Beth.  "She doesn't usually
get involved with her patients but she might make an exception with you.  I
saw the way she looked at you too.  If you can stand, maybe you ought to
come look in the mirror and see what everyone's gawking at and then maybe
we can get you in the shower and do your hair and make up and get you
dressed.  Maybe we can all go out for a bite to eat if you're feeling up to
it?"

"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet, Beth," I said hesitantly. "Let's
get a look at me and then once I'm all fixed up, maybe, just maybe I'd be
willing to go outside for a bit."

Beth took my hands in hers and pulled me across the bed and up to my feet
and helped me over to the closet.

"There's a full length mirror on the inside of the closet door.  You stand
here and I'll open the door slowly so you get a good look.  Do you want a
robe or would your prefer just the full monty?" she grinned.

"I suppose I'd like a robe, show a little feminine modesty," I grinned back
at her.

Beth opened the closet a little and pulled out a short, pink satin robe
without a belt and handed it to me.

"I'm afraid this is as modest as we have," she said as she handed it to me.
She laughed as I took it, as I'm sure my expression showed nothing but
surprise.

"Come on, put it on.  I can hardly wait any longer."

I slipped it over my arms and again marveled at the feeling of the satin
against my hairless arms.  I noticed too that my underarms were shaved
clean as I pulled my hair out of the collar and let it splash against my
back.  I held the robe closed (it barely covered my ass and my cock poked
out under the front hem) and nodded my head at Bethany. She slowly opened
the door and I got my first head to toe look at the new me.

I gasped.

Staring back at me was what I would have called a Playboy Playmate.

The creature had long full reddish-brown hair and a perfectly feminine
face.  I could see traces of myself in the eyes and the nose looked
slightly off for the rest of the face but otherwise, this was a complete
stranger!  The hands on the woman in the mirror slowly opened her robe to
reveal an amazing pair of breasts which stood out proudly from her taut
upper torso.  Her hips spread out over her long legs with the only piece
out of place, the little penis where a vagina should be. The woman stood on
her tiptoes, turned around and lifted the robe to expose her ass; and what
an ass!  Shapely and round over a pair of legs that would have looked
appropriate on a dancer.  I almost fainted right then and there.

"What do you think?" smiled Beth as if she couldn't see, couldn't tell what
I thought.

"I, I, I'm beautiful.  I'm really beautiful!" I exclaimed as tears started
to trickle out of the corner of my eyes.

Beth came over behind me and cupped one hand over my left breast and
brought her right hand down to cover my crotch pushing her semi-erect
member up against my ass crack.

"I thought you might be disappointed," she whispered as she kissed my hair
and we both looked at the two beautiful women in the mirror.  "The doctor
thinks you might be her finest creation yet, except for me," she giggled.
"Come on, lets get you cleaned up and dressed and I'll tell you some things
about the new you that you don't know yet."

I had trouble pulling my eyes away from the mirror as Beth gently pulled me
towards the bathroom door.  We didn't actually get around to talking as she
joined me in the shower and we took turns sucking on each others cocks and
fingering each other.  I had another overwhelming orgasm as I bent over the
sink in the bathroom and I proudly returned the favor with Beth bucking her
hips hard into my hand at her release.

As we dried each other off and combed each others hair I began to feel more
and more at home in my new body.  Every movement was a new experience and
when I had to pee, I didn't even try to do it standing up.  Beth went out
into the main room and left me behind to blow dry my hair since this was
something she thought I ought to have been capable of doing for myself.
After I had done a half way decent job of drying my hair, I removed the
terry cloth robe I was wearing.  I caught a look at my naked self again in
the mirror.  The details were what I noticed first.  My hair which was
never long was full and down to the middle of my back.  I ran my hands
through it; my hands!  They seemed smaller than they had, not by much, but
my fingers were definitely thinner and Beth had obviously added long fake
nails to my fingertips while I slept off the procedure.  They were painted
a deep red.  I hadn't noticed this while I was bringing Bethany off 30
minutes before.  I looked again at my breasts which were absolute
masterpieces.  Running my hands over them again reminded me how sensitive
they were to the touch even with the implants in them.  Below my breasts,
my torso was so absolutely feminized that I would not have believed it
didn't belong to someone else.  The love handles that I had as a man had
been rearranged so that the existing fat had moved to my hips giving them a
softer, wider profile.  My pelvis was definitely wider as well, the bones
had shifted slightly and combined with the redistributed fat gave me a
trim, hourglass shape.  Next was my pubic area.  This was what Bethany was
working on when I woke up, I realized.  The only hair left aside from the
fine, almost blonde hair on my upper body was a neat, brown triangle of
pubic hair surrounding my somewhat smaller penis.  I was never gigantic by
any stretch of the imagination but I had definitely lost an inch or two
which didn't seem to bother me all that much.  My primary erogenous zone
had obviously shifted to what was behind my shrunken scrotum.  I turned
around and looked back over my shoulder in the mirror and spread my legs
slightly to get a look at my rear end again.  All the hair that had once
been there was gone leaving a pink, exposed sweet spot.  The back of my
legs were firm but not muscular.  I stood on my tiptoes again to get a
better look at the back of my legs.  The tightened muscles made them look
like they went on forever.  I stood now on the balls of my feet and bent
over at the waist for a closer look.  Yes, even my feet appeared to be
somewhat smaller and more feminized.  Just then the door opened and Bethany
stood leaning on the door frame.

"Aren't you getting tired of admiring yourself?" she grinned.  "Let's get
you into some clothes so you can see what you really look like.

You're gorgeous naked but I'd like to see you in a sexy outfit.  It leaves
something to the imagination," she said lustfully over her shoulder as she
strode over to the bed.  She had already laid out some clothes for me.

"Let's get these on you and then I can do your hair and makeup.  You'll
have to pay attention though since you'll have to do your own pretty soon."

What had the wonderful Bethany found in the closet for my first day as a
woman I wondered as I walked out into the main room?

"First, the undergarments, m'lady," she imitated a lady-in-waiting.  "A
satin thong with a little extra lycra in the crotch.  It'll smooth you out
a little in just the right way."

I slipped my feet into the black satin panties and pulled them up to my
waste.  My penis stuck out the side as there didn't seem to be enough
fabric to cover me.

"While that is a sexy look," smiled Beth. "You'll need to do better than
that to look presentable."  She dropped to one knee, gave the tip a little
kiss and while pulling the fabric out, pushed my penis straight down
between my legs and let the fabric move back towards me.

"There, that's better.  No one would know that you haven't been a girl all
your life."

She was right.  My crotch was now flat with a slight bulge just where a
bulge would be on a genetic woman.  It swelled a little as I contemplated
that no one would know that I wasn't a woman even if they saw me in only a
pair of panties and it was only slightly uncomfortable.

"Next we have stockings, I suppose you know how to put these on?"

I nodded my head as I took the stockings from her.  They were smoke gray
silk thigh highs.  I sat down on the bed and careful not to let my nails
start a run pulled them, one at a time, over my feet and up my calves and
thighs.  The black bow on the band and the seam up the back was a nice
touch.  I went back to the mirror to get a better look. They made my legs
look even better than they were naked.  I smiled and turned this way and
that to take in the view from all angles.

"Where do we go from here?" I gushed.

"You hardly need a bra at the moment," Beth said as she cupped my breasts
and planted a kiss on each one, "but you probably ought to wear one anyway.
It'll make you feel a little bit more secure in public."

She handed me a bra that matched the fabric and color of the panties.

It clasped in front and I slid it on, pulled the cups over my breasts and
fastened the clasp.

"That's a little tight on the sides," I grimaced.  Bethany came over and
tugged a little at the straps and it seemed to fit somewhat better.

"There, that should do it," she said admiringly.  "Now your dress.  A
little black cocktail dress courtesy of Dr. Ross.  She thought you'd look
good in this so she picked it up this morning."

Beth helped me pull it over my head and down as far as it would go, which
wasn't far at all.

"This barely covers my rear!  Does she really expect me to go out dressed
like a hooker?"

"Of course she does silly.  You look like a hooker, a $5000 dollar a night
hooker.  You might as well dress the part."  Beth had that look in her eye
and if we didn't need to finish, she would have had me out of that dress
and up on all fours.

"Last thing," said Beth moving back over to the closet.  "You need shoes
and you will not be wearing flats.  You need to learn how to walk in heels
and there's nothing like a crash course.  It worked for me."

She knelt down and emerged from the closet with a pair of black satin
pumps, 5 maybe 6 inches with a strap to go around the ankle.  They had a
bow in the back too.

"These match the stockings so you have to wear them.  Sit down on the bed
and I'll help you into these."

They fit like gloves.  She secured the straps around my ankles and motioned
me to stand.

"I think I'm going to need your help to get up," I said hesitantly.

"No, you need to be able to stand on your own.  Put your knees together and
slide your butt to the side and turn as you stand.  It helps you get a
little momentum."

I did as I was told and it worked pretty well.  At least I was standing.

"Now walk towards me, put your toe down first and then your heel."

Again I did as I was told.  I was a little shaky with the first steps but
by the time I walked across the room and back I felt like I was getting the
hang of it.  Beth was right.  My body seemed to work better with the heels
on.  My back was slightly arched and my ass stuck out a little bit more
with the shoes on and my breasts were thrust out making them look even
bigger.

"Can I really go out dressed like this? Do you really think I'll be able to
pass?"

"You are a living doll, a Barbie doll to be exact.  I guarantee that
wherever we go tonight, a dozen men will be hitting on you and," she smiled
a devilish smile, "they'll probably end up hitting each other too."  Beth
laughed heartily at the thought of it.  "Wait until you see the affect
you'll have on men.  It's electric and intoxicating and somewhat scary too,
especially for us. I think however" she continued thoughtfully, "that if
you were with a man tonight, he would probably overlook your, um,
deformity.  You might want to try it."

"What!?!  No, I don't think so.  I've never been attracted to men and I

couldn't..." my voice trailed off.

Beth took my hand.  "Look, come sit over here at the vanity while I do your
makeup and your hair.  Just a piece of advice for you though, you are now
hormonally and to all outward appearances a female.  Most females, even
bisexual ones, are attracted to men so don't be surprised if you don't feel
it too and," she went on "if you think my fingers and a vibrator are
wonderful, wait until you get the feel of a man's cock in you.  I warned
you before about not wanting to go back and that's one of the hazards of
the path you, and I, have taken."

Whoa, that was more than I bargained for.  As Beth worked on my face I
thought silently to myself.  I wanted to be a woman and to be with

Devin and now I had been with Bethany although differently equipped than
Devin; she was still a woman as far as I was concerned.  I tried to imagine
myself being kissed by a man, my old self in my mind.  That was easy, that
man knew who and what I was.  I decided to put it out of my thoughts for
the moment and if it came time to make that decision I would face it when
it happened.  I just didn't know if I could face it so soon.

After about 45 minutes, Bethany had my eyes lined and shadowed, my cheeks
tastefully rouged, my hair in a high pony tail, my ears pierced and a
necklace and matching bracelet clasped around my neck and wrist.

"Wow.  It's definitely an improvement," I whispered.  "I never used make up
before and Devin uses very little.  I didn't even realize the affect it has
properly applied."

"You are now ready to meet Dr. Ross and head out on the town. Men will pay
a lot of money to take you home and fuck you," she said in a mock matronly
tone. "Here's a clutch with your phone, credit cards, and some extra
lipstick and eye liner in it.  Don't forget you have it.  A few hours with
it and you'll never go out without a purse again.  Now let me finish
getting ready and you," she pointed towards the middle of the room
"practice walking in your heels and sitting like a lady.  Just do the
opposite of the way you stood up from the bed before.  Put your knees
together and turn slightly as you sit and cross your legs above the knee
and for goodness sake pull your dress down as you sit.  We don't need you
on page six of the Post tomorrow morning."

I laughed as I walked up and down the room looking in the mirror to make
sure I did things the right way.  If I was going to get tripped up it would
be in how I acted not how I looked.

I continued to practice walking and sitting, how I held my arms as I walked
and sat, how I smoothed my dress when I sat, again and again. As

Beth did her makeup she would catch me in the mirror and dispense advice if
she thought I did something out of character for a woman.

"Swing your arms a little less," she advised at one point; her 100th
comment on the subject.  I turned and put my hands on my hips and shot her
a withering look.  "That's it! That was so girly!  You're getting pretty
good at this, finally" she exaggerated for emphasis and we both dissolved
in a bout of the giggles.

At this point there was a quiet knock on the door and Dr. Ross came through
dressed to kill.  Her dress matched mine although not quite as short I
noticed and her heels were slightly lower but sexy all the same.

"Hello ladies.  I got your message Beth and cancelled the dinner order,"
she said as she turned to look at me.  "So Diana, are you ready to make
your debut?"

I saw that look in her eye that I noticed a few hours ago as she walked
around me checking out every inch of her new creation.  As she made her
inspection I thought I could feel the lust radiate off of her.  I started
to get horny all over again.

"I made reservations for 9 pm at that new place over on 15th street so we
have some time before we need to leave," said Dr. Ross.  "Walk for me
Diana; let's see how you're doing."

I walked, no I strutted across the room pulling out my ponytail to let my
hair down as I did so.  I didn't need to exaggerate my movements as my new
physique coupled with the high heels made my hips roll and my boobs bounce
with every step.  I whipped my hair around as I turned and moved back
towards her, trying to imitate a runway model.  I smiled lustfully and
lowered my eyelids as I approached Dr. Ross.

"How am I doing Doctor," I whispered hoarsely.  I could see the affect

I had on her and I wanted to see how far I could push it.  I stopped 2 feet
from her and put my hands on my hips.

"Wow!  Well done Bethany.  She's quite the little tramp," she rubbed my arm
intimately as she said this.

"I didn't teach her that Dr. Ross, she was born a tramp," Beth laughed at
her own joke.

"Would you like a closer look Doctor?  I might need an examination before
we go out.  Just to make sure everything's in working order."

"Please call me Dawn tonight Diana and please remove your dress so I can
get a better look at how things are progressing."

I reached down to the hem of the little black dress and pulled it up over
my head taking care not to get make up on it.  I shook out my hair and
waited.  Dawn moved closer and started to closely examine me with practiced
hands.  She walked around behind me letting her hands run across my
stomach, my sides, and down to my hips as she lightly brushed her lips on
my shoulder.  Now standing behind me she cupped my breasts and unhooked the
clasp of my bra and in one motion began to knead and caress my nipples.  I
let out a soft moan.  She ran her right hand down to my panties and ran her
fingers along the side of the front panel, found my semi-erect cock and
freed it so that it again peaked out from the side.  She stroked along the
length of it with her right hand as she pulled my ass up against her own
groin.

"Mmmm, what's that Doctor? Is that a dildo in your pants or are you just
happy to see me?" I cooed.

"Since it's a special occasion, I thought I'd make it more special.

When I left you 2 hours ago I did something I've only done on one other
occasion before.  I prescribed myself a little blue pill to get the evening
off on the right track."

I turned around slowly and dropped to my knees to get a closer look.

Bethany, who had been watching from the vanity now got up and came over
behind Dr. Ross.  She took hold of the hem of the doctor's dress and slowly
inched it up over her hips so that her bulging crotch was directly in my
face.  I could see that the doctor's small penis was now rock hard and
sticking up, the head protruding over the top of her bikini panties.  I
slid the panties down her legs freeing her as Beth pulled the doctor's
dress up over her head, unhooked her bra, and began to fondle the doctor's
nipples as she kissed the back of her neck.  I wrapped my hand around the
base of her cock and took her into my mouth. Although I had never given a
blow job before I, like most men, new exactly what I liked and tried my
best to use those movements on the woman who had given me a new life.  I
sucked and licked her appreciatively and while I did so, I reached around
behind her to find Beth's semi-erect cock which I managed to free from her
panties.  I played with it and moved it up and down against Dr. Ross' ass
while continuing to pleasure the doctor.

"Diana," whispered Dr. Ross.  "No matter how long you do that, and you can
do it as long as you like, I won't be able to come that way.  All the drug
did was make me hard enough to be able to use it."

I understood completely.  I slid my panties down over my feet leaving me in
only my stockings and shoes.  I moved over to the bed and lay down on my
stomach, my feet still on the floor and pushed my ass into the air.
Dr. Ross picked up the tube of lubricant from the bed where

Beth and I had left it and squeezed some out into her hand.  She rubbed it
on her cock and then in turn on my ass, pushing one finger and now two into
me as she did so.  Beth came around and lay down on the bed next to me and
gave me a deep, longing kiss.  Our tongues moved in unison as Dr. Ross
pumped her fingers in and out of my ass.  She pulled them away and put her
left hand flat on the middle of my back while she used her right to guide
herself into me.

"Uhnnn," I moaned.  She was smaller than the vibrator but I was still
somewhat sore from my earlier encounters.

"Did that hurt?" she asked.

"No Doctor, um Dawn.  I'm still getting used to being violated like
this..."

My voice cut off and I lost my breath as she pushed all the way in to me
and then began to move slowly in and out.  Now I could feel what

Beth meant about having a real cock inside me.  It wasn't just the
penetration but the feel of my partner's hips and groin intimately
connecting with my ass, her hands gripping my hips tightly and pulling and
pushing as she drove into me.  It didn't take long at all for the pleasure
to build within me, spreading out to every corner of my body and releasing
in an explosion of ecstasy.  My knees gave out and I collapsed on the bed
whimpering with exhaustion, the doctor collapsing on my back still inside
me.  We remained that way for some time, Bethany still stroking my hair and
kissing my neck and shoulders and then switching over and kissing Dr. Ross
passionately on the lips.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this side of you Doctor," smiled

Beth as she stroked the doctor' hair.

"I know Beth, all work and no pleasure make Dawn a dull girl.  Our friend
Diana seems to have brought out a part of me I'd almost forgotten, the
pleasure loving woman that I used to be."

I remained lying on the bed with my eyes closed trying to recover when

Dr. Ross pulled out of me and stood up.

"Grrrr, why couldn't we have just stayed that way until I caught my breath
and we could have done that again?"  I moaned.

Dr. Ross chuckled.  "I do believe I have created a monster!  My dear, you
really do need to eat some food and get some rest.  You'll have the morning
to shop with Bethany and then you need to get to where you're going to go
tomorrow afternoon.  The clock will start ticking at approximately 11 pm
tonight, when the process is totally complete and then you'll need to pack
a lot of living into the next 3 days."

"You mean it's not done yet?" I rolled over on my side and pushed myself
up.

"No dear, that's why you're still here.  Oh, you won't really feel anything
different between now and 11 o'clock but chemically the process is not
complete although, all of the sex you've been having may have pushed the
clock forward about an hour."

She could see the puzzled look on my face and she continued with an
explanation.

"Your hormones, the hormones that I gave you, take time to fully take over
the subject's endocrine system.  Obviously, there is a tipping point where
say at 95% you are pretty much fully formed while the last

5% takes longer as the percentage goes down.  Do you understand that?

Sexual activity excites the endocrine system and the metabolic process may
have been speeded up for the last 5% that's all.  It won't take any time
off the back end," she said as she gave my ass a playful swat.

"The law of diminishing returns," I added.

"Something like that, yes," responded Dr. Ross.

Beth listened patiently to this conversation but now interjected.

"Dr. Ross, Dawn?  How long does that drug you took last?" she said while
staring at Dr. Ross' still erect member.  "Because if you still need a
place to put that, I think I'm your girl."

We all laughed at that and I brought Bethany down to her hands and knees on
the bed and kissed her hard.  Dr. Ross climbed over us and got up on her
knees behind Beth.  I squirted some of the jelly out on my hand and reached
down Beth's back and deposited a glop at the top of her ass crack.  The
doctor took over from there and I again kissed

Beth.  Beth grunted a little as the doctor entered her and I played with
her tits and her hair until she exploded into her own climax.

"Now you two get cleaned up and fix your hair and make up and meet me
downstairs in 15 minutes.  It's time to, as the kids say, get this party
started."

Dr. Ross put on a robe from the closet, picked up her clothes from the
floor and closed the door leaving Beth and me alone.

"This party started hours ago," grinned Beth.









Chapter 7 -- Baby Steps

Of course it took us longer than 15 minutes to put ourselves back together
and on top of that we decided to change outfits.  When we met

Dr. Ross at the bottom of the stairs Beth was decked out in a skin-tight
peach sun dress which reached barely half way down her thighs, white nylon
anklets, and cream pumps, the whole of the outfit bringing out the blonde
of her long hair which was now held back by a matching peach head band.  I
wore a long sleeved silk print blouse, low-cut, a black miniskirt, and the
black pumps I had learned to walk in; my hair back in a high ponytail which
I thought looked best with my face.  Although we both considered going
commando, I talked Beth out of it. Under her dress she wore no bra and the
tiniest little white thong.  I wore the thigh-highs and the matching black
lace panties and bra that I shed wantonly 45 minutes earlier.  I looked at
my phone and realized it was only 8:15 pm.

"There you both are," smiled Dr. Ross.  "Since I knew neither of you could
be ready in 15 minutes and since I also knew that neither of you would
think to look at a clock, we would still have plenty of time before dinner.
Why don't you both step into my office and have a drink and we can discuss
you Diana.  I haven't been able to give you a complete description of what
you've been through although I'm sure you are by now intimately familiar
with the new you."

I blushed and Bethany grinned.  That was certainly true, I thought.

Intimate was the perfect word.  I had done things and had things done to me
that I would never have dreamed of doing or allowing just 24 hours ago and
at the moment that was just fine with me.

"Thank you, Doctor I'd like to talk, and," I continued after seeing the
exasperated look on Dr. Ross' face "I don't think I'm able to comfortably
call you Dawn yet so do you mind if I continue to call you

Dr. Ross?"

"A mind reader as well as a stripper!  What won't she be able to do,

Bethany?" she said proudly with just a hint of mock sarcasm.

Dr. Ross led us into her office and Beth and I took seats in a conversation
area on the opposite end of the room from her desk.  The doctor opened a
walnut cabinet which concealed a hidden bar and mixed each of us a gin and
tonic.

After we had our drinks in hand she raised her glass, "To Diana, truly a
fairy tale princess."

Beth squeezed my hand as we had our first sips.  "Thank you both so much
for everything you've done for me.  I know that I'm a paying client but
you've both made this so much more than a financial transaction," I said.

"It's been my pleasure and I mean that both literally and figuratively,"
said Beth.  "I've helped many of Dr. Ross' patients through the beginning
of their transitions but I haven't ever become as intimately involved the
way I have with you Dee.  You are definitely something special."  She
squeezed my hand again and took another sip of her drink.  I returned the
squeeze and turned to Dr. Ross to find her smiling appreciatively.

"So Doctor, I think I'd like to know all of the gory details now," and

I took a long gulp of my drink.  I realized I had already become somewhat
light headed for lack of food.  The gin was going down easily and I hadn't
been in a cautious mood for some time now.

"Well as you can see, we were able to do everything you asked of us.

Until after the first two hours of the process, you were left alone as the
majority of the changes occur at that point.  After that, things that we
add or do to you "take" better, if you will, once the female hormones have
thoroughly worked there way into your system.  Bethany wove in the hair
extensions and dyed them.  Breast development is usually complete at about
4 hours which is when I was able to add the implants.  Yours are silicone
which tends to be somewhat more natural feeling than saline.  At this
juncture, I performed some liposuction as well, removing some of the excess
fat in your waist and re-injecting it strategically into your buttocks.
Normally, these cosmetic procedures take weeks to heal but in the time
between the administration of the hormone cocktail and the completion of
the process, the patient's physiology is in flux and the healing times are
accelerated dramatically.  You may or may not have noticed that there is
very little to no scarring at all under your breasts."

I hadn't noticed.  I unbuttoned my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra and
reached under my left breast.  There indeed was no scar that I could feel.
I fixed my clothing and returned my attention to Dr. Ross.

She continued, "At about 9 hours, Bethany performed laser electrolysis on
some of the more difficult areas and as you awoke, she was performing the
finishing touches on your rear end and pubic area.  And that is that."

Dr. Ross made us each a second drink as I reveled in my new found
femininity.  Just sitting in a comfortable chair was an exhilarating
experience, the feel of stockinged leg on stockinged leg as I crossed them,
the fabulous weight on my chest, the feel of my hair on the back of my
neck, the sleeker torso, arms, and legs.  I understood now why it was so
difficult to go back.  I couldn't, wouldn't force myself to think of that
now.  I would not disturb my contentment.  Bethany stood up from her chair
and came over to me and leaned in for a kiss.  I put my head back and met
her hungry mouth with mine; two beautiful women finding pleasure in each
other.

"Oh no you don't!  I'm hungry and you," Dr. Ross scolded pointing at me,
"are going to pass out if you don't get some food in you."

"Later then Beth," I whispered as we broke the lip lock.  "By the way, am I
going to meet your man?" I asked.  "He must be pretty special to keep you
satisfied."

She grinned somewhat wickedly.  "I already called him and told him all
about you.  Paul's working right now but he's going to catch up with us
later... what's the matter?"

"You told him about me, about us?!!?" I stammered, frightened.

She came over and put her arm around my shoulders.  "I didn't tell him
everything, silly.  Remember, Paul already knows and accepts what I am and
I trust him with my life.  Plus, he'd only be mad if I was with another man
and you," she said pointedly "are not another man.  I might even share him
with you, if you want."

Be with a man?  No, another thing I had to put out of my mind right now.  I
couldn't think about, wasn't ready for that I told myself but

Bethany's reassurances relaxed me.  I had another large sip of my drink and
that relaxed me too.

"Come on ladies, finish up.  It's time to go find a cab unless you feel
like walking 15 blocks in those heels!" said Dr. Ross.

Beth and I threw back our drinks, fixed our lipstick and followed Dr. Ross
out into the cool night air.  A few people passed us by on the street as we
walked to the curb and I know a couple of the guys checked us out
appreciatively from behind but the alcohol had already numbed me to caring
if they knew what I was or not.  From the way they looked at us though, I
knew that I passed the first easy test and my confidence jumped a little as
a result.  Dr. Ross hailed a cab and we made it over to the restaurant
quickly.  As we left the car at the curb the driver rolled down his window
and called out.

"If you ladies want me to wait for you I'll do it.  Take you anywhere you
want to go. All night long if you want!"

Bethany and I giggled.  "See, Dee.  I told you what they'd do."

Another test passed.  Having the radiant Bethany at my side made it
difficult to tell who was really getting the attention but I soon found out
we both had the same affect on men, the affect that she had warned me
about.

Dr. Ross obviously knew the maitre d' as he greeted her warmly and showed
us to our table immediately.  Luckily, it was in the darkened back corner
of the restaurant, semi-secluded from the bar and the main dining area.
Luckily, I say, because as we passed through the bar on our way to the
table almost all conversation stopped as the business suited men having
their after work drinks practically broke their necks trying to get a
glimpse of Beth and me.  Their stares were like lasers and I tensed up as
we walked the gantlet.  Low whistles, sighs, and "wow's" said in undertones
followed us all the way through.

"Keep your head up, you're doing great," whispered Beth into my ear as we
got to the archway at the other end of the barroom.

I could feel some sweat under my bra strap as we finally sat down.

"You weren't kidding!" I breathed out heavily after the maitre d' presented
the specials.  "I guess I passed another test," I panted.

"And you did it with flying colors, Diana," said Dr. Ross.  "As long as you
keep your head and wits about you, I guarantee that you will pass all but
the closest scrutiny."  She ran her hand up my thigh towards my groin.
"And I do mean the closest scrutiny."

We ordered enough food for six but I ate like a bird.  I seemed to be full
after the appetizer but I kept on going into the main course just to offset
the effects of the excellent wine which seemed to be affecting me more than
usual.

"Beth, honey, I think I need to go use the ladies room.  You want to come
with?"

"Of course, you know we have to travel in pairs," she laughed.

We asked the waiter where the ladies room was and found that we had to make
our way back through the bar one more time.

"Do you think you can do this?" Beth asked as took me by elbow.

"Stay right with me and I think I'll be able to make it.  Confidence,
confidence," I uttered under my breath more to myself than Beth.

"That's the spirit," she said.

Once more the din at the bar quieted as we entered the clicking of our
heels louder than it should have been on the hardwood floor.  Just as I
thought we were free and clear a tall blonde haired man stood up and
blocked our way.  He swayed a little and he had the look of having had one
too many Manhattans.

"Excuse me," he slurred slightly as he approached within a few inches of my
face.  "Don't I know you?"

I froze on the spot.  I could feel Beth tug at my elbow but when I didn't
move she squeezed hard.  I caught a glimpse of her mouthing "confidence".
I forced myself to straighten my back and looked the drunk right in the
eye.

In as smooth and sarcastic a voice as I could manage I said, "No, I don't
believe we've met.  I think I'd clearly remember someone as 'attractive' as
you."

His friends erupted in laughter although it took Mr. Smooth a few seconds
longer to realize he'd just been dissed in front of his buddies.

"Hey, I only thought you looked familiar.  No need to be nasty about it,"
he whined as Beth and I turned the corner of the bar and headed to the
ladies room. "Man, the prettier they are the nastier they are around here.
Bartender, gimme another one of these," he muttered.

I resisted the urge to throw out another put down though I was sorely
tempted to.  My annoyance subsided a little when I realized what I had
done.

"You were great back there!" Beth gushed as the door to the ladies room
closed behind us.  "A cool customer," she said as she kissed me on the
cheek and checked her make up in the mirror.  I realized I was shaking from
head to toe.

"Yea," I blurted out as I leaned on the sink next to Beth and looked into
the mirror.  "Real cool.  I almost tossed my cookies right in front of all
those people when he said I looked familiar."  I was still shaken.

"He probably thought you looked like a model in one of those 'lad mags'.
Those guys are nothing.  The ones you have to worry about are the ones who
actually talk to you and take the time to listen to what you have to say.
Even if they've had a few they can be very charming and sometimes you end
up doing something you'll regret in the morning."

The face in the mirror was still the same woman I had seen in the mirror
back at Dr. Ross'; nothing had changed in the hour or so since we left the
safety of her office that would have told anyone she wasn't all woman.  I
began to relax and Beth came around behind me and rubbed my back.

"Didn't we come here so you could pee?  Finish that up and then fix your
hair and your lipstick and let's get back to the table."

After we primped a little, we made our way back through the bar and I had
regained my confidence and composure.  I blew a kiss at Mr. Smooth and
winked as we passed setting his friends off on another round of laughter.
He glanced up but quickly turned his attention back to his drink.  More
murmuring from the guys at the other end of the bar told me that Beth and I
had made another good impression.

As we approached I noticed that someone else had joined Dr. Ross at our
table.

"I was about ready to send a search party after you two."

"Paul!" Beth squealed as she ran over to the fourth member of our party.

He stood up and took Beth in his arms and kissed her deeply, his hands
moving down her back to her ass which he then proceeded to squeeze in full
view of the other patrons.  She pushed his hands away in mock indignation
and we all sat back down at the table.

"Dee was just shooting down some jerk at the bar, Doctor.  It was great.
Dee, this is Paul."

"Please to meet you," he said as he took my outstretched hand across the
table.  "Beth told me all about you.  Well, probably not everything since
she didn't come home last night," he grinned.

"Nice to meet you too, Paul.  I hope Beth didn't give you the wrong
impression of me, I mean I hope she told you that I'm an upstanding citizen
and a good girl," I smiled.

"Nothing bad, I assure you.  How long are you in town for?"

"'Til tomorrow afternoon.  I'll be gone for a couple of days but I'll be
back by Monday night.  Beth and I have some shopping to do tomorrow morning
so I hope you won't mind if I borrow some more of her time."

"Not at all.  I have to work tomorrow anyway so you have her all to
yourself," he said as he poured himself a glass of wine and took a long
sip.

Well, well, well, I thought.  He seems decent and attractive but could

I see myself letting him have his way with me?  I started to feel a little
flushed at the thought of it.  I think I needed some more wine.

I reached for my almost empty glass when Paul thoughtfully filled it with a
smile.  I smiled back.  Bethany caught my eye and gave a little shrug of
her shoulder as if to say, "What do you think?"  I was beginning to think
she could read my mind.  About 30 minutes later I had dragged Beth back to
the ladies room leaving Dr. Ross and Paul in deep conversation about some
financial holding he was managing for her.

"I can't believe what I'm thinking!" I blurted out excitedly as we checked
to make sure we were alone. "He is gorgeous.  I never and I mean never got
flushed in the presence of a man before.  You hit the jackpot, Beth!"

"It's not a show for you, Dee.  He's always like that.  Kind and
considerate and," she paused breathlessly, "he's really amazing in bed.

And the kitchen and the living room..." she dissolved in giggles.

"Let's get back.  I think Dr. Ross is about ready to go home.  She won't
mind if we bring Paul back to the office."

"Would that be OK? I mean, if I'm thinking what you're thinking. You'd
share?"

She took my hands in hers, "Of course I would if he's willing and," she
primped her hair one last time, "I know he'd be willing. With my
permission, of course."

"Of course," I said with mock seriousness.  I took one last look at my
lipstick and pulled and adjusted the band on my pony tail and we went back
to the table to send Dr. Ross home.



Chapter 8 -- Learning to Love Men

Back at Dr. Ross' office, Dee inserted the key in the front door and

Paul and I followed her in.  She turned at the bottom of the stairs to face
us and slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and pulled the top
down to reveal those gorgeous breasts of hers.  Paul went to her and sucked
gently on one nipple and then the other.  She playfully pushed him away and
motioned for me to come to her.  I did so, unbuttoning my blouse and
undoing the clasp on my bra as I walked.

"Honey, if you think mine are nice, get a load of these," she whispered as
she moved one of his hands to her tits and the other to mine.

"Dr. Ross really outdid her self this time," marveled Paul.  His hands were
rougher than Beth's and yet just as gentle.  I sighed as he rubbed his
hands down my cleavage while manipulating Beth's the same way.

"Can we go upstairs now," I panted.

Beth giggled.  "Come on."  She lifted her skirt up so that her ass was
exposed, the white lace thong visible in between her cheeks.  Paul took my
hand and we followed her back to Recovery 2.  Beth's dress slid down to her
feet the second she got through the door and she stepped out of it and
turned to motion us over to the bed.  Paul began to disrobe as he moved to
the bed leaving me in the doorway.  I pulled off my blouse and bra and slid
my skirt down over my hips to the floor.  I stepped out of it but stayed
where I was as I watched Paul, now naked pull Bethany's lips to his as his
hand sought out her cock.  He pulled the front of her panties to one side
and her exposed penis was now in his hand.  He stroked and fondled it as he
continued to kiss Beth hard on the lips.  His lips were on her neck now as
he reached around to find her ass.

"Paul, manners," she said reprovingly.  He turned to the side to look at me
and Beth held out her hand as I walked slowly over to her.  It was then
that I noticed Paul's cock, standing at attention like a missile.  It
seemed bigger than the vibrator but I didn't care.  I wanted it and Beth
immediately knew what I was thinking.

"I think that our new friend finds you attractive," she said to Paul while
looking at me while I looked from her face to Paul's swollen member.
"Maybe you'd like to taste it a little first?"

I nodded.  Paul sat on the bed and I got down on my knees in front of him
pulling my panties down to my thighs as I did so.  There was no need to
pretend, I'd seen that Bethany's body excited him and I let go all of my
inhibitions.  I leaned in and took him into my mouth using all of the same
techniques that I used on Dr. Ross earlier that evening.

"Don't get carried away there," Beth scolded in a whisper.  "I don't want
you to waste that on the wrong end."

I looked up at her sitting on the bed and rolled my eyes unable to speak
with Paul completely in my mouth.  The salty taste of his cock was
exhilarating and I didn't want this, my first real blow job, to end without
trying to swallow him completely.

"Come on up here, Dee," whispered Beth again, "and for goodness sakes don't
trip over your panties!"

I slid them down over my stockings and shoes stepping out of them all the
while trying to keep Paul's cock in my mouth.  We broke apart as he dragged
himself completely up on the bed to lie on his back.  I got back to my
knees on the bed this time and took him back into my mouth.  I hadn't
noticed but Beth had rolled over and opened the drawer in the night table
and now rubbing my lower back she insisted on having my attention again.

"Now what!" I hissed at her which I immediately regretted.  I reached out
and caressed her shoulder.  "I'm sorry but I'm a little worked up and you
keep interrupting."

She was practically laughing at me.  "I'm sorry but I thought you might
need a couple of things so..." and she held out the contents of her hands.
In one hand was a brand new tube of lubricant, which I would definitely
need, and in the other...

"Opera gloves!" I whispered excitedly.  Long, skin tight, black satin
gloves.  Beth helped me slide them over my hands and up my arms where they
ended in mid-bicep.

"Now you look like the little cartoon in Playboy," said Paul while watching
me and Beth with great interest.

I held out my hands and stretched my fingers to get a better feel.  I had
always wanted a pair of these and now I had them!  I kissed Beth deeply on
the lips and grabbed her breasts with my gloved hands.

"Gotta go," I said quickly.  I turned back to Paul and began to rub his
shaft and leaned in to take him to my mouth again.  With my ass in the air
Bethany began to apply the lubricant to my most intimate area, filling me
with one, two, and now three of her fingers.  My breath caught as she moved
slowly in and out of me.

"I think you're as ready as you're gonna be, now get on top," she ordered.

I did as I was told and spread my legs wide while inching over Paul's
midsection on my knees, the tip of his penis rubbing mine as I passed over
him.  Now it was sliding against the inside of my thighs and now pushing up
against my "pussy".  I reached between my legs, grabbed his cock, and
rubbed it against the lubricant spread between my cheeks until it slid
easily against my skin.  Beth played with my hair and kissed my shoulders
but pointedly refused to help me probably thinking that here was another
womanly act that I needed to learn for myself. With that thought in the
front of my mind I held Paul's dick straight up and began to inch my ass
down over it.

"Uhnnn," I moaned in low tones.  It hurt but I knew what pleasure awaited
the completion of this act so I pushed on slowly.  Paul held my hips and
continued to look up at me fascinated but said nothing.  Once or twice I
caught him smiling over my shoulder.  He was almost all the way in now and
I ground my butt into his hips for the last few inches and then I was full.
I slowly started to push myself up his shaft again and as the pain began to
lessen I began to move deliberately up and down, up and down; picking up my
pace and now slowing; squeezing him with my sphincter muscles and now
letting go.  As Paul drew nearer and nearer to release, I felt him grow
inside of me which in turn brought me closer to orgasm, each of us pushing
the other to the edge.  His breath started to shorten as his muscles
tightened and he shot his load into me with a grunt.  As I felt the spurt
drive up inside me I started to buck hard driving his cock harder and
deeper into me and then I exploded.  I put my arms out behind me for
support and then I fell over forward my head coming to rest on Paul's chest
his dick still deep inside me.  He put his arms around me and kissed the
top of my head.  I looked up and kissed him deeply.

"Thank you for that," I said simply.

"You're welcome," he replied.

"And thank you for sharing Beth," I said as I reached out behind me for
her, her hand finding mine with a reassuring squeeze.  She came around and
lay next to Paul kissing me and then him in turn.  It seemed to be my turn
to share so reluctantly I let Paul's cock slide out of me, got up from the
bed and walked over to the bathroom.  Before I went in I saw Beth throw her
leg over him to sit on his stomach.  His cock began to stand up again as
she slid her ass down to meet it.  I went in to the bathroom and closed the
door behind me leaving the lovers to their private moment.

I turned on the light and pulled the band out of my now somewhat askew pony
tail letting my hair fall down over my shoulders, back, and breasts.  With
one hand I supported myself as I leaned on the sink, with the other I
pushed my hair up out of my face and looked at the woman in the mirror.  I
reached out for a tissue when I realized Paul's come was dripping down the
back of my legs and the inside of my thighs.  I wiped myself off and came
back to the mirror.

"Now you've done it," I said to myself.  "You've deliberately made this as
difficult as possible."

No matter what the next few days with Devin were like, how she reacted to
what I'd become, and ultimately on which path my future lie I could not
deny what had just happened.  I had just had sex with a man for the first
time and there was no doubt that it was the most pleasurable experience
that I had ever had even counting the previous 24 hours with Bethany and
Dr. Ross.  There was no denying now that the woman that I had become wanted
a man inside her.  I was definitely bisexual since Beth turned me on just
as much but in a different way, softer and more intimate, but there was no
duplicating the raw sexual power of a man and I felt like I had to have
more of it.  I stood up straight and looked again at the woman in the
mirror; at her gorgeous body, definitely a Barbie doll and finally able to
dress in the clothes she had always felt born to wear.  I laughed softly at
that thought as I wasn't sure if gloves, stockings, and high heeled shoes
actually qualified as clothes.  I must have been standing in there in a
half-daze for some time and I jumped at the soft knock on the door.  Beth
let herself in.

"I need to pee," she said as she hurried over to the toilet and sat down.
"So, what do you think of Paul?"

We both dissolved in giggles and laughter.

I got as serious as I could.  "Thanks Beth, you knew that I needed to know
what waited out there for me and you had the perfect solution.  I get the
feeling that you don't ever want to lose your new friend Dee, do you?"

"Of course I don't.  I told you this afternoon that I've never become as
intimately involved with one of Dr. Ross' patients as I had with you.  It
was a poor choice of words.  I have never become intimately involved with
any of Dr. Ross' patients, period.  I have assisted her with each and every
one of them since I began working here three y