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com/m2f story. One day I switched purses to match a new dress I just bought. And when I came home that evening, Carol was waiting for me on the couch, my open purse beside her and the hormones in her hand.
"What in the hell have you been up to? " she angrily demanded. "No wonder you're not interested in making love to me anymore.
" "Let me explain, honey," I feebly protested. "It's just that my job means I'm under more scrutiny than before, and I thought they'd make it easier to pass. That's all.
That's all my foot. " She screamed. Do you realize the damage you could do to yourself with these things?
Besides the obvious effect on our love life, you could kill yourself with these. I'm sorry, Carol, I cried. I goofed.
Forgive me, please. I got you into this mess, but I'm not going to sit here and watch you kill yourself. Carol said slowly.
It's pretty clear that I can't get you to give up on this nonsense. These pills prove that. I've made an appointment with a doctor I know.
She specializes in hormonal problems in women. If you're going to turn yourself into a woman, you're going to do it the right way. What are you talking about, Carol?
I'm not trying to I was cut off in mid-sentence. I don't want to hear any more of your crap, Christy. She screamed, placing considerable emphasis on Christy.
You'll be given a complete physical, and if you haven't totally screwed yourself up, you'll be given all the hormones necessary to change you into the woman you want to be. What about us? I asked plaintively.
Do you still love me? Of course, I still love you, stupid, Carol sobbed. I never meant for this to happen.
I don't want to lose you, but it's too late. We'll just have to wait and see what develops. I didn't know what to say.
I broke into tears, threw my arms around Carol, and thanked her with all my heart. I kept my appointment with the doctor, passed the physical with flying colors, and was given a shot to block my male hormones and a prescription for female ones, which I took religiously. My already softened features became even softer, more feminine in appearance, and I was overcome with joy when, after a few months, I noticed a slight swelling in my breasts.
Carol did her best to keep our marriage going, including restricting her role in any lovem, to that of a man while I played the woman. I should have seen the strain building in her eyes as my breasts gradually got larger, but I just wasn't paying close attention to her anymore. I was too involved in making myself look more like a woman.
It became too much for her, though the day I said I wanted to have an operation so that I could wear bikinis on my vacation to the beach the next summer. So, you've decided to finally become a woman? Carol asked sadly.
I suppose I should have known this was what you were leading up to with the manicures, the hair appointments, and the dating. I was hoping that I was wrong, though. But you are wrong, Carol, I explained in what I thought was a very rational way.
This isn't the operation you're thinking of. It just hides things to make it look like I'm really a woman. I'm tired of being uncomfortable in this cashing panty.
After a few days, I have to stop wearing it to let the irritation go away. With this operation, I could wear the skimpiest bathing suit or the tightest jeans with no bulges and no irritation. I don't care.
Carol sobbed hysterically. This has gone too far already. I think we need to separate for a while, Christy.
I need some time to sort out my feelings. I don't think I can adjust to being married to another woman. I did my best to talk her out of it.
But in the end, Carol packed her things and left, saying that she'd keep in touch and would let me know when she made a decision. It was a very bleak day when I drove her to the airport. To console myself over losing the only woman I had ever loved, I stopped and bought myself several new dresses.
2 months later, I took vacation time I had coming and checked into a hospital in a southwestern state. I met with the surgeon who was going to perform the operation to discuss all of the details. You're certain that you want to have this operation?
He asked quite bluntly. You understand you'll appear to be a genetic female to all but a gynecologist? I understand, I replied.
It's just an illusion, but it will mean a lot to me. From looking at your records, I see that you've been on hormones for nearly a year and that you've been living as a woman for longer than that. It started as a silly bet.
I smiled shily. But yes, you're right about the hormones and how long I've been this way. Are you still married?
the surgeon asked. Sort of, I said sadly. We separated several months ago.
She couldn't take it anymore, I guess. While you've been living as a woman, have you had any relationships with men? A few, I replied with a smile, remembering Rick and a few of the others.
Enjoyed them? He smiled. Yes and no, I sighed.
I felt like I wanted more, but had to stop. It's been very frustrating. Why don't you go all the way then?
the doctor asked. I don't see any reason to take half measures all the way, I repeated. You mean a complete sex change?
He said as if discussing having a wart removed. There doesn't appear to be any reason to stay male. At least this way you can be legally female and you can go as far as you like with men, even to the point of marriage.
As far as I want, I muttered, tossing it over in my mind. No more stopping and upsetting both of us. It would mean an automatic divorce.
The doctor stated two females are not permitted to marry in this country and your existing marriage to another woman would not be recognized. Of course, if as you say, she wants no part of you looking like a woman, it wouldn't make much difference. He was right, I thought to myself.
No matter what operation I have Carol and I are through. It was a sad thought to lose Carol, but maybe there would be a new life with Rick if he'd have me. I want it all, I announced.
I want to be a complete woman. Two days later, I was given a shot and fell asleep as Tim, but woke up as Christy. I had become the woman I had struggled so hard to be.
Carol and I kept in touch throughout our separation. And when I wrote to tell her that I had decided to go all the way and become a woman, she said that she understood and that our divorce would be an amicable one. She'd never forget that she had once loved me and promised that we would still be close friends.
There were many times when I missed Carol so much that I regretted having become a woman. But there were those other times with Rick when I knew I had made the right choice. Having explained that Carol, my roommate, had gone to Europe to travel for a year, I invited Rick to move in with me, an offer he quickly accepted.
Life was nothing short of fantastic for a few months after Rick and I became lovers. He was tender, sweet, considerate of my feelings, and always in the mood for love. We made love on the sofa, in the shower, on and under the dining room table, and once or twice, we even made love in bed.
Finally able to release all of my pent-up frustrations from past dates, I set about satisfying my lover in every way imaginable. There was no position I wouldn't try, no request that I'd refuse. Sadly, though, the honeymoon ended before we ever exchanged vows.
Rick and I were loving dynamos, but we couldn't seem to get along if we weren't making love. Finally, after 6 months of the most passionate love imaginable, we admitted that we just couldn't make a go of it, and Rick moved out. I dated several other guys after that, but never went to bed with any of them.
Having learned my lesson from Rick, we had to be compatible as friends before we could ever be lovers. I had been so enthralled with the new lifestyle of a woman that I had forgotten what had held Carol and I together for so long. We liked each other.
I mentioned my breakup with Rick to Carol in one of my letters and was surprised when she wrote back offering to come for a visit. She said that she'd been seeing someone else also, but that things hadn't worked out for them either. If I didn't mind, she'd be happy to come back for a visit during which we could console each other.
I wrote back and told her that I'd be thrilled to see her again if she didn't mind seeing me as the woman I now was. To my delight, Carol wrote and said that she'd done some serious thinking and was willing to accept me as Christy. We made arrangements to celebrate our reunion at the swanky restaurant, whereas Tim, I had asked her to marry me.
I explained that I wasn't interested in her anymore. I was a woman now also, but valued her deeply as a friend. I took the day off to prepare for Carol's arrival, spending much of it in my favorite beauty salon.
I explained that my best friend was coming back to town after a long absence, and I wanted to look my best to show off to her. It cost quite a bit of money to get a new hairo, have my legs waxed, get a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, and a makeover, but I could easily afford it, and I wanted Carol to see the beautiful woman her ex-husband had become. When I got back from the beauty shop, I indulged myself in a luxurious bubble bath, then proceeded with great care to assemble the outfit I would wear to dinner.
I chose a little black dress that hugged my curves like a second skin and ended several enticing inches above my knees. Not the kind of dress I'd wear to work by any means, but this was a very special occasion and that was a very special dress. Along with the dress, I chose a black lace half cup bra that with the help of the plunging neckline of the dress would allow me to proudly show off my ample attributes.
Of course, I had the foresight to also purchase the sexy all lace panties that matched the bra, a matching half slip and garter belt. Once I changed into my new panties, I threaded the garters down through the panties and rolled a pair of ever so silky and sexy black nylons up and hooked them in place. I pulled on my slip, freshened my makeup, slipped into the dress and a pair of black heels, then sat down with a fashion magazine and waited for Carol.
I hoped she wouldn't be offended with the sexy outfit I wore, but I just had to let her see me at my best. Promptly, at the agreed upon time, the doorbell rang, and after a quick look in the mirror to make certain my hair and makeup were perfect, I opened the door. Expecting to greet Carol, I was taken aback to see a handsome gentleman standing there with a bouquet of roses in his hand.
"You look good enough to eat, Christy. Maybe we'll just eat in tonight," he said with a twinkle in his eye. That was a line I had used as Tim on Carol, and I was stunned to hear it coming from the person in my doorway.
"Carol? " I asked, befuddled. "You can't be Carol.
" "No, Christy? " His face broke into a familiar smile, one that I had loved for years. "I'm Tim Shore.
May I come in? " It hit me like a sledgehammer. That smile, that name.
Shore had been Carol's maiden name. But was what I was seeing what I thought it was? I stepped aside and let Tim come in slowly closing the door behind him.
He smiled, handed me the roses, which I sat down, then took me in his arms. "Surprised? " he asked.
"Not quite what you were expecting. " "Not even close," I stammered. "You're really I'm really Tim Christy," he said before he kissed me.
"And you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. " I gently eased myself out of his arms and smoothed my dress and hair. "My god, it is you," I said softly.
"What happened? " "I made a few changes," Tim laughed. "What do you think?
" he asked as he opened his jacket to reveal a broad and well-developed torso. "Quite a change," I said in amazement. "You look great for a guy.
" In case I forgot to mention it, you have become a remarkably lovely lady," Tim said as he pulled me close for another kiss. "I was a sucker for a guy with a smooth tongue and muscles, and Tim had it all. " I allowed him to put his arms around me as we exchanged a lingering kiss.
I could feel the power in his grip, yet he was as gentle as a kitten as he held me close. As he held me, I could feel the rough skin on his face, which combined with his aftershave and muscular chest, nearly had me wetting my pants. I think we'd better get going before I have an accident.
I joked, reaching for my purse. We have reservations and a lot to talk about. We arranged for a quiet little corner table and caught up with old times while we enjoyed dinner.
After we broke up, Carol had done a great deal of thinking and had decided that she really couldn't live without me yet. She couldn't bring herself to be the wife of another woman. After reading about how Rick and I had become lovers, and after much soulsearching, she decided that she was willing to do anything to win me back.
She knew that there was no way that I'd ever be willing to go back to being a man again. So, she decided to become one herself. She enrolled in a gender reassignment program in Europe.
and after hormones to change her body chemistry and a fitness program which turned her into a well- muscled hunk. She never called so that her deepening voice wouldn't give her away and always signed her letters as Carol although she had been legally Tim for some time. Now that you know everything about me, I have only one question for you, Tim announced when he finished.
He reached into his pocket, brought out a jewelry case, and opened it to show me a stunning diamond engagement ring. Will you marry me, Christy? he asked.
"I love you and can't stand to be without you. " As tears of joy streamed down my cheeks, I held out a trembling hand so that he could slip the ring onto my finger. "I love you, too, Tim," I cried.
"I've missed you so much. " Tim paid for dinner. Then, we drove back to our old apartment where my life as Christine Marie Evans had begun.
Back at the apartment, I bent over to set down my purse, and Tim scooped me up into his arms and carried me off to the bedroom with our lips locked in a passion-filled kiss. That night, Tim proved to me over and over again that he was indeed all man, and I happily showed him just how much of a woman I had become. Tim spent the night with me and only went back to his hotel to pick up his clothes.
I wasn't about to let him get away from me a second time. Our families thought we'd gone totally insane. But to us, it was all very reasonable.
I was a single woman. Tim was a single man, and we were madly in love. 6 months later, I was married in a wedding gown that cost over $5,000.
It was breathtakingly beautiful, as was the silky white lingerie I wore under it. There were some whispers as I walked down the aisle, but I didn't care. I was totally focused on the handsome man who was about to become my husband.
our love life wonderful. I did all of the things to Tim that I had once enjoyed as a man, and he used all of his memories of love making as a woman to elicit cries of delight and pleasure from me. It had been almost a year since Tim and I were married when I was offered a position as vice president of the company.
My boss, the president, had been so impressed with my abilities to organize things, keep everything on track, and remain calm in the toughest situations that he offered me the job as soon as it became available. I now have my own office, which I had redone to change it from the drab, masculine look its former occupant admired. Now my office is done in soft pastel shades that are relaxing and pretty to look at, and I insist on having a vase of fresh flowers on my desk.
I have a restroom of my own done in pink, which I allow my secretary, Cindy, to share. I never forgot about my bet with Carol, though, for even a second. I occasionally saw problems in the company where women were put at a disadvantage simply because they were women.
And as vice president, I have the power to make the necessary changes. Now women have the very same opportunities as the men do. And the company has benefited from my changes.
We have a female sales manager now who has motivated the sales force into breaking sales records for the last four quarters. Some of the men in sales resented working for a woman at first, but once she showed that she had the job based on ability, they responded with respect and hard work and were rewarded with commissions that allowed them to provide comfortable lives for their families. I've joined a group of women business leaders who are working to change the outdated, sexist attitudes that still exist in the business world.
And for my efforts at the company I work for, I've recently been honored as woman of the year. Imagine me being honored as a woman helping other women succeed. And all because of a silly bet with my wife.
I'll bet the other women would drop over if they knew the truth. Oh yes, about the bet that started this whole thing. We never did decide who won.
We no longer cared. I'm now a professional woman who has it all. A career, some terrific friends, and a husband who worships and adores me as I do him.
I mean, with all that going for her, why would a girl care about some silly bet anyhow? That's it for today. Hope you have enjoyed it.
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