Christy                 by Karen Elizabeth L.                 © 2/97

My wife Carol and I were sitting around watching a talk show about crossdressers, you know - guys who wear women’s clothes for kicks. Carol thought it was going to be pretty silly, after all why in the world would a guy want to dress up and pretend to be a woman? One thing led to another and soon Carol and I were in a heated argument over how rough women had it in today’s world with less pay and job opportunities than men. I maintained that a good looking woman had an edge over any guy and the men on the show were trying to take advantage of how easy life really was for women.

Carol got furious with me when I said that and dared me to put my money where my mouth was! I replied that I’d happily bet her any amount she wished that I was right and to prove it I’d ask some of my friends what they thought. Carol thought for a moment then a wicked looking smile crossed her face.

"I’ve got a better idea for proving it." She said slowly. "Of course you probably aren’t sure enough of your opinion to try it. Believe me, if nothing else I’m confident of my opinions. I pride myself on never rushing to form an opinion and once I form one I don’t back off! "Name it!" I said smugly. "Just name it and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m right!"

"No, forget it." Carol replied. "You’d never go for it in a million years since it would absolutely prove that I’m right and you’re wrong!" I should have backed off then but stubborn male pride goaded me into continuing.

"I told you to name it and I’d do it!" I said, my teeth tightly clenched.

"Now either name it or admit you’re wrong!"

"The only way for you to understand how hard things can be for women is to experience it!" Carol replied with a shrug. "If you’re right it should be a walk in the park. Of course you’ll have to walk in high heels but at least you’ll know you were right!"

"That’s crazy! I can’t dress up like a woman, people would think I’m goofy!"

"Look at them," Carol pointed to the television. "They’re doing it and getting away with it. Or are you afraid of losing?" "What do I have to do to win?" I asked, wanting to make sure I completely understood. "And what will you do if I’m right?" "Be successful as a woman, that’s all." Carol replied. "You think it’s easy, prove it! If you’re right I do whatever you like for the same period of time."

"How long will I have to prove it?" I asked suspiciously, wondering if Carol would try to rig the bet in her favor.

"Oh let’s say a year, would that be long enough or will you need more time?" Carol asked sweetly.

"A day would be plenty," I shot back feeling quite self assured.

"Afraid you couldn’t last?" My lovely but crafty wife chided. "I could last with ease," I said smugly. "It would be like taking a vacation!"

"Then it’s a bet?"

"You only want to bet because you know I couldn’t get away with it." I argued. "No one would ever believe I was a woman." "If you bet I’ll make sure you can get away with it," Carol replied.

"You’ll be completely believable or I forfeit the bet." "And how do you propose to make me believable?" I prodded. "Send me to Denmark to have a sex change?"

"Nothing that radical lover," She cooed as she brushed her hand across my pants. "I’m not about to lose the best part of you. Just cosmetic changes to make you look like a woman, like those guys on TV." "You’ve got a deal Carol!" I exclaimed. "Maybe I’ll put you through the same thing after I win!"

"I wasn’t aware that you liked men too!" Carol laughed as she kissed me.

"Besides, you have to win first!"

We talked things over for an hour or so before reaching a final agreement. I would spend a little time practicing before I would have to find a job as a woman and learn how tough women really had it. I could not tell anyone at work about our bet nor could I pull any strings or have any pulled for me. I would dress and act as a woman at work and do everything that a normal woman in my position would do. If I succeeded it would be as a woman, if I failed it would also be as a woman. If after a year I still wasn’t convinced that Carol was right I could quit. If I was promoted within that time or if I acknowledged that Carol was right she would win the bet and I would do whatever she wanted for one year. I realize it seems odd that a guy would agree to spending a period of time working as a woman to win a bet but my life was pretty boring. I always had a pretty wild streak in me and the idea of fooling everyone into thinking that I was a woman represented a real challenge to me. Besides, this would shut Carol up about equal rights once and for all! "When do I have to start?"

"It’s going to take a little time to get you used to being a woman Tim. I guess we should wait until you think you’re ready to look for a job. Meanwhile, let’s see what it’s going to take to make a realistic woman out of you!"

Hours passed as Carol showed me how to use a combination of Nair and a razor to remove the hair from my body. I never had much hair to begin with but Carol made certain that it was all gone when I was done. Next she handed me a pair of nylon panties a bra and slip, along with a skirt and top to change into.

"Is it really necessary to wear such frilly stuff?" I asked plaintively.

"Why not a pair of your cotton panties and slacks? " "Oh no," Carol laughed. "Those are only for when you’re comfortable as a woman! Since you’re just starting out you’ll need the frilly stuff to make you feel like a real woman!"

"Now come over here so I can fix your hair and makeup. I want to see how much help I’m going to need to change you."

I sat at that vanity for over an hour while my wife fussed and fidgeted rolling my hair up in curlers then trying different makeup looks on me. She did her best and the makeup part turned out all right but my hair wasn’t long enough to curl properly.

"Looks like I win!" I proclaimed. "No one would believe I’m a woman, not even a blind person!"

"That was just a warm up dear," Carol said with a smile. "I had to see what all I’d need and that gave me a pretty good idea! Now sit still while I try some other things with your hair."

I suppose any normal guy would have never let things go that far but I just knew I was right and if this is what I had to go through to prove it well I could survive.

I had to survive hours of having makeup put on and taken off, curlers in, curlers out before Carol was satisfied with the way I looked. I was still far from beautiful but I had to admit that I was on my way. That night Carol insisted that I forgo my usual shower for a scented bubble bath. Laying back in the warm water I asked why it felt so different. Carol smiled and said that she’d prepared it with bath oil to soften my skin, just the way she did for herself. I wasn’t about to argue with her, so far I enjoyed the attention of the afternoon and the bath did feel great! As I stood to dry myself off Carol handed me a towel and insisted that I blot myself dry since rubbing my skin with even a soft towel would cause it to dry out. I followed her instructions including wrapping myself from my chest down in a towel when I went back into our room to get ready for bed.

Carol couldn’t stop smiling as I examined the white lace panties and silky negligee that she had selected for me to wear to bed. Not wanting her to get the upper hand I coolly unwrapped the towel and slipped on the panties then slid the cream colored nightgown over my head letting it come to rest around my ankles.

"Not bad," I said with a smile as I ran my hands seductively over the negligee. "So far you’re just proving my point for me!" I was so involved with teasing Carol that I failed to notice the little gleam in her eye that for as long as we’d known each other had meant trouble. I slid under the covers as gracefully as I could manage, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the nightgown as it brushed my skin. Before I could fluff my pillow though Carol was all over me! "You turn me on baby!" She said in a husky voice. "Just what I like in a woman!"

It wasn’t easy for me to get any sleep that night between the odd feeling of wearing silky fabrics and Carol’s pawing me insisting that I get used to what women go through with their husbands and lovers. After making me climax three times, two more than I had planned on , Carol finally rolled over and decided she’d had enough leaving me still horny and wanting more. The next day Carol insisted that I make breakfast then clean up afterwards . When she called me in she pointed to a pile of lingerie and a dress laying on the bed and told me to get dressed. She helped me into one of her fancier party dresses with all the required lingerie then made up my face and styled my long hair before having me step into a pair of high heeled pumps that matched the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a reflection of a guy wearing a pretty dress but undeniably a guy. I looked nothing like the guys on that TV show.

"If I walk out of the house like this I’ll probably end up in jail!" I laughed as Carol zipped up the dress.

Carol brushed aside my concerns saying that this was still just a practice session to see how well her clothes fit me. She thought I might need a few things of my own but for the most part her clothes were a pretty good fit. She then busied herself making up my face and adding some jewelry to me. When she finished I wasn’t the most beautiful woman on earth but at least I didn’t look like a guy wearing a dress.

Carol insisted that I spend the next couple of hours with me dressed like that while we watched TV and had lunch. Carol tried to get me to admit that I wasn’t comfortable in the outfit but I refused to give in , After all, the clothes were actually pretty comfortable once I got used to the bra, although it took a little practice before going to the bathroom became easy for me. After lunch Carol had me change into one of her jogging suits for the remainder of the day which suited me just fine since hers turned out to be lighter and more comfortable than any of mine! I spent the rest of the day comfortably watching TV while Carol was busy mapping out my future. Soon she had everything figured out to her satisfaction and reviewed all of her plans with me. Being the only son of very wealthy parents has its advantages, we could go wherever we pleased with no concern about jobs or cost for that matter. We would tell our friends that we were taking a trip then find ourselves an apartment in another state where I’d begin my life as Christine Marie Evens. She hadn’t worked out all of the details of how I’d learn to dress and act like a woman other than her training me but once I was trained I’d have to find a job as Christy. After that I was on my own to live and work as a woman until I either gave up or won the bet. I spent the next several days wearing nothing but Carol’s clothes and having her teach me how to walk, dress, and act like a woman. Carol seemed to be getting frustrated with me not admitting that wearing a bra and stockings was a problem but actually I had begun to enjoy the snug fitting bra on my chest and the silky feel of my nylons whenever I crossed my legs. Day after day I wore nothing but dresses and stockings, slips, bras, and panties. At night Carol insisted that I wear the flimsiest negligees she could find while she took an aggressive male role in our lovemaking. I didn’t mind, the sex was great and I simply loved the feel of the silky nylon and satin caressing me as I slept!

During the days I’d stay home and clean or watch TV while Carol shopped for my clothes. Every day she’d come home and insist that I try on her latest finds from some of the best women’s shops in town and I’d end up modeling dresses, suits, slacks, and lingerie so she could decide what we’d keep and what would go back. In just a few weeks I was running out of space in my walk in closet so Carol simply packed all of my male clothes up and put them in storage. I wouldn’t be needing them for some time and by then I was really comfortable in a shift or casual skirt and top so I really didn’t care.

Finally we found an apartment we like about two states away and prepared to move to it. Two days before we were scheduled to move Carol gleefully announced that she had found the perfect place for me to learn how to be a woman and had registered me for classes starting the day we were to move. I looked over a brochure promoting a type of "Finishing School" that would teach men all of the skills and social graces they would need to pass successfully as women. It would involve a three week course covering everything from putting together a feminine wardrobe, makeup skills, speech, and even how to flirt with and date men! "Have you read this carefully?" I asked as I finished. "Sure, " Carol replied easily. "They’ll teach you how to be a woman, no big deal."

"It says here that I’ll learn how to flirt with men and how to handle men on dates! That’s kind of a big deal isn’t it?"

"Not if you’re going to be a woman," Carol shrugged. "All stuff you’ll need to know, just like how to use makeup."

"I’m not about to date other guys!" I exclaimed. "I don’t play that!"

"So you’re calling off the bet?" Carol asked me coolly. "You never said anything about flirting with or dating other men! That wasn’t part of the deal."

"I said you had to live and work as a woman and men are a major part of being a woman. Now do you want to call off the bet or not?" I thought long and hard about calling it off but instead I figured I’d call Carol’s bluff.

"No," I said firmly. " I’m not calling it off but don’t blame me if I leave you for another guy!"

"If you fall in love with another guy I’ll understand," Carol teased. "Just invite me to the wedding ‘cause I’d kill to see you in a wedding gown saying "I do" to another man!"

Two days later Carol kissed me good-bye and drove off for our new apartment while I packed suitcases full of women’s clothes and headed for a three week stay at the school.

Arriving at the school I was greeted by two lovely women in their early twenties who welcomed me with a hug and kiss. They helped me get checked in then showed me to my room and helped me unpack. Apparently they noticed my occasional staring and broke into laughter, it turns out that the two luscious women I was drooling over were early graduates of the school and had stayed on to work with new students! I couldn’t help but wonder how much training it would take before I found men staring at me! The training went by quickly and soon I was applying my own makeup and picking out my outfits like a pro. I learned so much more than I ever thought possible about perfume, hair care, dresses, lingerie, and dozens of other things that women spend their lives learning and doing. I even learned the fine art of flirting with men and how to dance as a woman. My progress was tested by shopping for clothes in department stores and boutiques, taking short trips to museums and art galleries to learn how to act in a crowd. I was taught how to pitch my voice in a pleasantly feminine range and to express myself as a woman. As a final exam I went with several other students to a bar where we flirted and danced with the male patrons who had no idea of our true gender. Three weeks to the day when we parted I rang the doorbell at our new apartment and greeted Carol when she answered. Carol was thrilled to see me standing there in a lightweight summer dress with the top buttons undone, my hair permed, colored and curled, my face virtually unrecognizable under the foundation, blush, and lipstick. As I unpacked and made myself at home Carol just stood there amazed at the woman I had become.

"Hello I’m Christine Evens, may I come in?" I asked in a soft voice as I demurely extended my hand.

"You look wonderful Christy!" Carol exclaimed. "I had no idea you were such a beautiful woman! This is going to be fantastic!" We had dinner at a fancy restaurant nearby where Carol gave me details on research she had done on the local job market. She felt that since I had strong typing skills and was comfortable with a variety of popular PC office software I should attempt to find a job as a secretary. This would also permit me to experience first hand the discrimination and difficulties working women faced.

We spent the rest of the evening shopping with me trying on different styles of dresses, skirts, blouses, and suits. I didn’t want to say anything to Carol for fear that she might think I was nuts but I was having a lovely time fooling people and choosing different outfits to try on! As far as I was concerned I had already won the bet , life as Tim had never been this much fun!

"Oh Carol, you can’t imagine the fun I had at school!" I said excitedly. "Day after day in some of the prettiest outfits imaginable! They let us try on some of the most gorgeous gowns and the lingerie you picked out was so pretty!"

"You sound like you hated to leave," Carol observed. "What about the learning to deal with men parts?"

"Wonderful," I gushed. "I learned all the secrets that women use to attract men! Then they let us try them out on some unsuspecting guys!" "So you’re all ready to go to work as a woman then?"

"As ready as I’ll ever be!" I said as I fluffed up my hair in a mirror. Carol had another surprise up her sleeve for me - Electrolysis! She told me that it would be easier for me to pass if I didn’t have to worry about shaving every morning! I had already agreed to go along with her expertise in the area and even though I really only had to shave every three or four days I liked the idea of not having to shave again so I agreed! It would take numerous sessions but soon my face would be as smooth as a baby’s bottom!

I continued dressing and practicing the many things I learned at school while waiting to complete my electrolysis. Carol had thoughtfully forgotten to bring along any male clothing for me so whatever I did, wherever I went, I was Christy. Carol did relent and allowed me to start wearing women’s slacks and jeans as along as I wore the caching garment I was given at school to hide my genitals. It didn’t take long before putting on a bra and panties every morning got to be routine for me. The look on her face when I modeled my first pair of jeans was pure shock! "Oh my God Tim," She exclaimed when she saw how good I looked in my skin tight jeans. "Are they the ones I bought for you?" "No they’re not," I smiled and tossed my head. "Those were too loose and didn’t do a thing for me. I bought these myself."

"How did you ever get them on," She asked wide eyed in disbelief. "They look like they were painted on you!"

"Than you for the compliment, it’s nice to see that my efforts to look pretty are appreciated!" I said as I did a slow runway walk and turn through the room.

"I never thought you’d turn out this good," Carol laughed. "But that’s okay, now you’ll really see what a good looking woman has to put up with from men!"

During this time Carol and I carefully reviewed the plans she had made to find any flaws which could cause problems for me. She had researched the idea thoroughly and came up with solutions to every possible problem I brought up and had even found out that I could get a drivers license showing my name as Christine and an appropriate picture of me to use for identification. Once I had that I was able to deposit some funds in a local bank and acquire checks for Christy. Carol even overcame the problem of reference checking by showing that I had worked as a personal secretary for three years for myself! If anyone checked my references they’d end up talking to Carol who’d have me call back later to verify what I had told the caller!

Finally my face was smooth, my mannerisms were feminine, and I was ready to go job hunting. I applied at several area temporary firms thinking that it would be easier to find work as a temporary employee first. At each agency I took a quick skill test then had a brief interview. So far it looked as though I was right, every time I had an interview with a man it went much smoother than interviews with women. Several of the men went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and even arranged interviews that day for me whereas none of the women who interviewed me did. I finished my interviews and went home certain that within days I’d have a job. It would take a little adjustment to work since I’d never really had a job and this one would be as a woman but I was sure I could handle it. I had gotten so adjusted to being Christine that I even stopped at a few stores to shop before going home and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was easily passing as a woman!

I had an interview just two days after my search started. A major company was interested in hiring me for an Executive Secretary job! I took a long, luxurious bubble bath the night before and just laid there and soaked. I concentrated on everything I had learned about being a woman so far to make certain that my masquerade would be complete. When I got out of the tub I put on a flimsy pink baby doll nightie with matching satin panties to keep me feeling feminine . Carol was thrilled to see how attractive I looked and it wasn’t very long before she dragged me into the bedroom and started seducing me. As usual she insisted on my taking the traditional female submissive role in our lovemaking while she made all of the advances to keep me feeling like a woman. I resented this at first but soon I found myself enjoying laying there while Carol fussed over me and explored my body the way I had done to her! Sex was one area where women had a definite advantage over men and I just loved having Carol act as the part of the aggressive male while I became a submissive female! I had a few butterflies in my stomach the next morning as I set out the new lingerie Carol had purchased for me. The items on my bed were silky and lavishly trimmed in lace, it wasn’t so long ago that I would have killed to see Carol dressed this way yet now I was going to be the one wearing them! I carefully pulled up my pantyhose and placed a pair of fake breasts into my delightfully sexy lace bra. I stepped into a half slip then carefully pulled a light pink dress with delicate, white lace trimming over my head and zipped it shut. I stepped into a pair of white pumps then sat down and carefully applied my makeup. I had my ears pierced at school so I selected a pair of white pearl earrings to compliment my outfit then snapped a gold necklace with a small diamond around my neck. I finished my dressing with a spray of perfume and a white linen jacket over my dress.

Carol examined me from head to toe and kept saying how amazing it was that I could look good. It really made me feel nice to know that Carol appreciated the effort I went through to look like this even if I felt just a little silly wearing women’s clothes. I had Carol check me over thoroughly before I picked up the purse I had chosen and with my heart pounding beneath my bra, left for my interview.

As I walked to the bus stop I noticed that even though it was a very warm day I felt cool in my lightweight clothes. I realized that if I were doing this as Tim I’d be wearing a suit , tie, shirt, and slacks and feeling pretty hot and uncomfortable. Now though a cooling breeze seemed to flow right through my jacket and dress while swirling about my legs keeping me cool and comfortable. I wished that I could relax and enjoy the wonderful day but I kept going over and over the things I had learned so far. I concentrated on my walk, how I held my purse, occasionally holding my dress down from an unexpected gust of wind, and rehearsing how I’d handle the interview.

I got to the office building and after a quick glance, braced myself and went to the ladies room to freshen up before I had my interview. I dashed into an open stall and to take care of nature’s call then spent a few minutes primping in front of the mirror. I redid my lips and added just a little more blush and cologne before I decided that everything was perfect for my interview.

Cindy, the receptionist, was very friendly although I couldn’t miss the fact that she was giving me an appraisal of her own, not for the job but as a woman! She repeatedly glanced at my dress, shoes, jacket, and hairstyle until she finally smiled and told me how much she liked my outfit. Relieved that I passed her test I relaxed and spent the next few minutes engaging in what I had always laughed about when Carol did it - Girl Talk! I told her where I had bought my outfit and she mentioned some of her favorite places to shop as we compared our fashion likes and dislikes. Even though I had made fun of the practice before I found it to a real treat to talk to someone I had just met as if we were old friends! My interview went well and I was offered a job starting the following Monday. I stopped back to tell Cindy that I’d gotten the job and was thrilled to see the look of delight on her face! Here was someone I met moments before happy that we’d be working together. I doubted that any guy would have been so happy for me under the same circumstances and made a point to mention it to Carol.

Monday morning I arrived at work wearing a green and white floral print dress, a light green jacket that matched my dress, white pantyhose, and a pair of white heels. I wore a pair of emerald earrings with a matching necklace and ring which I thought accented my outfit perfectly. Cindy was happy to see me and once again we chatted happily as she showed me where I’d work and introduced me to everyone in the office. When lunch time came Cindy and I had lunch and decided to do a little shopping in a small boutique. Cindy looked fabulous in some of the outfits she tried on which presented a problem for me. I wanted to tell her how breathtakingly sexy she looked in a short skirt and tight fitting top but I had to remember that while such a comment may have been appreciated from Tim, as Christy it would have been grossly out of place. I did my best to express my feelings in a feminine manner by telling her that the outfit was daring but it seemed to have been made for her figure!

Things went pretty well at work for me. My typing was just a little slower than normal but it was going to take a little getting used to typing with long fingernails. I made friends with the other women I worked with along with several of the men who seemed to be going out of their way to pass my desk and say hi to me! Cindy and I became very close friends and spent nearly every lunch hour shopping together.

Although I never spent much time shopping with Carol I still knew what was expected of me as a woman so I began browsing through the outfits stopping occasionally to hold one up to myself in front of a mirror or to ask Cindy what she thought of it. Soon I realized that I wasn’t really trying to act like a woman anymore, it was coming easily without any effort at all! The thought led to mixed emotions for me, I felt proud that I had mastered my lessons well enough for them to become second nature for me but worried about how things would be when I went back to being Tim. What if while out with some male friends I suddenly exclaimed that I thought a particular dress in a store window was sumptuous or that I simply had to have a certain pair of earrings? While walking through a store would I forget myself and stop to admire a lovely dress or worse yet hold it up to see how I’d look in it? The strangest thought that popped into my head was that maybe I just wouldn’t go back to being Tim! That would take care of problems with any left over feminine thoughts or gestures. Carol didn’t seem to mind my being Christy and truthfully I enjoyed the pretty clothes and lingerie! I’d have to check with Carol to be sure I knew but what harm would there really be if I kept dressing and working as a woman? It was on one of our shopping excursions that Cindy approached me with a dress she thought would be perfect for me. The next thing I knew I was on my way into a dressing room holding a short black dress. I didn’t want to hurt Cindy’s feelings by refusing to try it on even though it was shorter than anything that even my wife would wear so I pulled the curtain shut behind me kicked off my heels, undid the zipper of my dress and stepped out of it.

I pulled the black dress over my head then tugged it down as far as it would go which turned out to be about a six inches or so above my knees! Worse yet the slip I wore was far too long even after I adjusted the straps to shorten it as much as possible. I quickly pulled the dress off , stepped out of my slip and slid the dress back over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and my heart started to pound, I loved the dress and the way it looked on me! I slipped my shoes back on and stepped out to show Cindy how I looked.

"Good lord Christy!" She exclaimed. "You look great!" The dress was so short I was sure I’d freeze to death in the least little breeze but the skirt seemed to sway gently with every step I took and the shortness really emphasized my legs! I knew I’d buy myself that dress, it was just too darling to pass up!

Cindy slowly walked around me whistling softly as she went. Finally she frowned and mumbled about something being missing and for me to wait there until she got back. In the few minutes she was gone I received four compliments from other women my age, enthusiastic "wows" from three teenage girls, and admiring glances from two men who were walking by as I admired myself in a mirror. Finally Cindy returned, thrust a package containing black pantyhose into my hands and told me to go back and put them on.

Back in the dressing room I sat down to change my pantyhose and found that I would have to adopt my most lady like posture if I was to keep from exposing myself every time I sat down in that dress! As I carefully slid my tan pantyhose off my legs and rolled up the black ones I noticed that the black ones had a small diamond pattern of tiny Rhinestones at each ankle. The slightest movement of my legs seemed to catch and reflect the light drawing attention to my legs! I slowly worked them up over my panties delighting in the light silky feeling against my legs. This time when I pulled the dress back down I spent an extra second or two turning and primping before letting Cindy see me!

Cindy was thrilled with her new creation, a very sexy looking young woman ready to party the night away! All I needed she told me was to add a pair of black heels, darken my lipstick and eye shadow just a little bit and men would kill to please me!

Now that was an idea I hadn’t thought much about - men and how they’d react to me as a woman. Of course I had planned on becoming just an average looking young woman in the work force, not a sexy young thing looking for fun! I started wondering what it would be like to have someone seeking approval from me. Since I was going to spending a little time as a woman anyhow why not explore how men would react to me as I had briefly done in class. Carol had said that it was something I’d have to put up with anyhow, why not see how much of an attraction I could be to men? It would help me prove my point to Carol and I could tell her it would make me appreciate what she had to go through to look good for me! Too soon Cindy interrupted my dreams telling me it was time to go back to work. I rather reluctantly donned my working girl outfit and headed back with Cindy but not before buying the dress of course! I brought the idea of dating up to Carol that night and we spent several hours discussing the idea.

"I think you should accept a date with a guy if the chance comes up!"

Carol said enthusiastically. "Has anyone asked you out yet?" "A couple of guys from the office have," I told her. "But I said I don’t like to date where I work."

"That’s a good idea," Carol nodded. "It would be hard to work together if you became close then broke up. Maybe your friend Cindy could fix you up with someone though."

"I’ll ask her tomorrow," I said a bit too quickly and with too big a smile. "I think she’s got someone in mind for me already!" "You little vixen!" Laughed Carol. "You’ve been planning this all out haven’t you?"

"I guess I was thinking about it," I replied shyly. "Are you mad?" Carol stared at me for a moment. "No, I’m not mad," She said. "I’m just a little confused , that’s all."

"Would it help if I said I was confused too?" I asked. "Your husband isn’t dressed like a woman and asking to date men." Carol said slowly. "Losing you to another woman would be bad enough but I couldn’t handle losing you to another guy."

"It’s only for a little while," I pleaded. "It was your idea to turn me into a woman in the first place. I’m just trying to understand what women go through.

"I know," Carol said with tears in her eyes. "Just remember that I love you, okay."

"I’ll never forget," I promised as I kissed her on the cheek. "I love you too."

"Good luck Christy," She sniffed. "Be careful with men." I thought things over for a couple of days to make certain that I knew what I was doing. Cindy had been bugging me for some time now about double dating with her and I was fascinated with the idea of someone offering to take me to a show or dinner at their expense just for my company. I had heard enough stories of Carol’s past dating and from my dating experiences that I thought I had a good idea of how to handle guys and knew what a man enjoyed on a date. I wondered what it would feel like to have another man doing things like helping me on with my coat, holding a chair or door for me. Would I feel self conscious, would I enjoy it? What would I do if he put his arm around me, and what if heaven forbid, he tries to kiss me? The next time I had lunch with Cindy I discreetly steered the conversation to dating and let her take it from there. I did my best to act unsure and let her persuaded me to go out with her boyfriend’s brother the next weekend. She promised to set everything up and assured me that my date would treat me like a lady! Carol had promised to be as supportive as possible so that I’d be able to date without any problems so now all I could do was wait for the weekend and hope for the best! That week was a hectic one for me, I went shopping with both Cindy and Carol several times looking for the perfect outfit for my first date. Carol teased me unmercifully that week about my first date and how far was I willing to go with a guy. She reminded more often than I care to remember that it was expected that a woman give her date at least a good night kiss. Anything less than that and I’d be one lonely woman but any more than that and my date could be in for a rude awakening! I knew that it was a very fine line that I had to walk and I didn’t appreciate Carol’s constant teasing.

Finally on Thursday I found an outfit that looked nice without being too dressy or too casual. It was a one piece rose colored dress that looked like a separate skirt and top. The material was a cotton blend that was light enough for the summer but would work well with a light sweater if I got cold. It was a little longer than the black dress I had bought weeks before but still above the knees in a length that I was really beginning to like. Whenever I wore something shorter than usual I noticed that I got more compliments and the guys in the office seemed to be just a little nicer! I had a pair of white open toed sandals that would look perfect with my new dress and nylons would add just a little dressier touch to the outfit.

Saturday was even more hectic than the previous days, my stomach was doing flip flops, my hands were shaking, and I nearly cut my legs several times while shaving them. Carol sat down next to me stroking my hair and telling me that everything was going to be fine. She told me that I was such a pretty woman and that I was just experiencing the feelings that every woman had when they were going on a blind date. All I had to do she told me, was to smile and pay attention to my date, let him open doors, hold chairs, and he’d be happy. Men enjoyed doing those things to impress a lady she said and women allowed men to do them to make them feel good. If it didn’t bother me too much I should sit close to him, let him hold my hand and tell me how pretty I was. If possible I could even let him put his arm around me at the end of the night and give him a kiss to say thank you for the evening. What I had to do, she said softly, was to completely give in to being a woman for a few hours. Forget that I was ever a man and concentrate on being the woman my date was expecting. In a strange sort of way Carol was calming me down, making me feel more relaxed and comfortable. She was right, I knew that in my heart, if I couldn’t relax and think of myself as a woman my evening would be a waste and Cindy’s feelings would be terribly hurt. I knew what I had to do and so after thanking Carol with a passionate kiss I went to my room and began to prepare for my first date as a woman.

Once again I carefully pulled on a girdle that I had recently bought for myself and attached the nylons to the garters hanging from it.. Worn under most of my work dresses and skirts it’s padding gave my butt just the extra edge to look more like a woman. Under tighter dresses and slacks I had a shape to kill for!

I adjusted the breast forms in my bra so that they’d sit just snugly with just the right amount of bounce as I moved then stepped into a white half slip before pulling my dress over my head. I straightened it over my hips then sat down at my vanity to do my makeup. By now I’d been Christy for more than three months and the lingerie, dresses, and makeup were simply part of my everyday routine. Today though was different somehow, I felt as though my lingerie had become extra silky, the feeling of my nylon covered legs was different, actually very enjoyable as they rubbed against each other. I was ever so careful with my makeup, it had to be perfect and all of my accessories had to be perfect also. I had to be a woman for a night, not just to look and act like a woman, I had to somehow make myself feel as though I were a woman!

Cindy and the guys arrived right on time and after Carol and I were introduced Rick, my date, held my sweater as I put my arms through it. I glanced over at Carol who was giving me a look of approval, Rick was as the women at work would say, " A First Class Hunk!" I smiled at Rick and thanked him for the help, he smiled back and said it was his pleasure to help such a pretty lady! Not only did this guy have good looks, muscles, and deep blue eyes, he knew just how to make a woman feel special! It almost seemed like a waste, Rick was good looking and sweet, just the type of guy any girl would love to date and here he was dating another guy! I knew that I had to make it up to him so I was determined to be as sweet and charming a woman as any man could ask for, tonight I’d be the woman of his dreams!

The guys had tickets to a popular play and to my surprise they turned out to be in an intimate little box that seated just the four of us above the stage. Cindy and her boyfriend went in first while Rick graciously helped me remove my sweater then complimented me on my dress. The play was very romantic and there were several times where I found tears beginning to form in my eyes. I suppose that being a woman for the last few months was beginning to have an effect on me, I seemed to have somehow conditioned myself to react like a woman! I wondered what other little surprises were in store for me before I would go back to being Tim again. When intermission came Cindy and I went to the ladies room to freshen up and of course talk about our dates! Cindy began peppering me with questions the instant we got into the ladies room. What did I think of Rick? Wasn’t he cute? Would I go out with him again if he asked? How about next week? I promised I’d answer all of her questions as soon as I got done then quickly ducked into a stall to take care of my bladder and sort out her questions.

Well, I thought to myself, here you are a guy in his mid twenties sitting in the ladies room staring at his panties and nylons wondering what to do about the guy he was on a date with! Not only was I on a date with another guy I had to admit I was enjoying it! No denying it, Rick was a doll! Polite, thoughtful, and sweet, he was everything a girl could ask for. I couldn’t wait to get back to our box and let him put his arm around me and cuddle up to him!

Cindy was waiting impatiently as I came out of the stall and started repeating her questions as I touched up my hair and makeup. I tried to act indifferent but tonight I was going to be Rick’s woman so why not act like it? I told her that Rick was an absolute doll, and was certainly the nicest guy I’d ever dated. Trying to be nice I said I’d love to go out with him again but I wasn’t about to ask him for a date! Cindy was thrilled with my answers, pleased that her efforts at matchmaking seemed to be going well.

"You two seem perfect for each other!" She said with a sly grin. "I hope you’ll invite me to the wedding!"

I assured her that if I ended up marrying Rick she could be my maid of honor then capped my lipstick, sprayed on just a little more perfume and followed her out to meet our dates!

Rick’s eyes lit up as soon as he caught sight of me, he mouthed a silent thanks to Cindy as he passed to escort me back to our seats. I smiled at him and moved just a little closer as a way to show him I appreciated his attention. As we approached the box he took my help guide me since the house lights had just been turned off. He released it as soon as I got to my seat but I gently reached over and placed mine on his as he sat down. The rest of the play was wonderful and when it ended the guys suggested that we stop at a little diner to eat. Cindy and her boyfriend took the front seat while Rick held the door to allow me to get into the back with him. I moved to the side of the car to allow room for Rick to get in then allowed him to place his arm around my shoulders as we drove to the diner. I could see Cindy’s face in the rear view mirror with a satisfied smile on it so I snuggled just a little closer to Rick and smiled back. We enjoyed a delicious dinner and coffee before going back to my apartment. Rick asked if he could escort me to the door and of course I said yes. Cindy just grinned and said that she and her boyfriend would wait in the car for Rick. I thanked them for a fun evening and slid my arm into Rick’s as we walked towards the building. When we reached my apartment he told me that he had a great time and thanked me for the date. I was a little hesitant but Rick had been so nice to me and I did have such a good time so I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Wee stood and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before he slowly brought his face close to mine.

Believe me I didn’t plan on it but his lips were only a millimeter from mine and I suppose I was caught up in the excitement of being thought of as an attractive woman. Whatever the reason was I put my arms around his neck and we kissed several more times! Finally, with one last kiss I said good-bye and went inside feeling both embarrassed and strangely excited! Carol of course had been waiting for me in her room and rushed out to greet me when I called her. Soon I found myself bombarded with the same type of questions I answered for Cindy. Yes, he was cute, yes I had a great time, yes I kissed him goodnight, but I didn’t know if I could date him again.

Carol seemed puzzled when I said I wouldn’t date him again. I tried to say that it was no big deal but she finally wormed the real reason out of me - I had too much fun! It wasn’t exactly that I had too much fun, more that the fun I had was as a woman! I definitely forgot all about being a man and I loved every minute of my date!

Carol took me into her room and helped me out of my dress while listening to my problems. I had insisted that women had it better than men but how could I possibly be sure of that she asked unless I experienced everything that a woman would experience. Unless I dated men I’d never really know for sure what it was like and if I dated I’d have to act like a woman! It wouldn’t be long she said until I realized how wrong I had been but until then I’d have to be Christy.

She promised to do what she could to help and would be available to talk anytime I felt like it but a deal was a deal and I had to keep my end of it! If I refused she’d happily show all of our friends the pictures she took of me in the early days of my transformation. I couldn’t allow that to happen so I agreed to keep going with the bet unsure of where it might lead.

Monday morning I was back at work as Christy wearing a pretty white crepe blouse that buttoned up the back with a gray pleated skirt . My blouse was sheer, had a pleated front with delicate pink and blue flowers just beneath the collar line. Underneath I wore a white camisole with lace straps and a satin bra with a lace floral pattern on the cups. As I buttoned the top buttons I saw the reflection of an attractive well dressed young woman. Somehow I couldn’t help but wonder what Rick would think of this outfit. I gave it a second’s thought then smiled, thinking that Rick would have told me I looked nice in a burlap sack! I had learned my lessons in passing as a woman well, I had a job as a secretary and had actually dated a man who thought he was with a good looking woman. Cindy couldn’t wait to go to the rest room when I got in that day, she had so much to talk about that she thought she’d burst if she didn’t get it all out. She said she so happy that Rick and I hit it off so well and thought that we made a great couple. She wanted to know what we talked about when he walked me to my door, did we make plans for another date, did he kiss me?

I smiled as I remembered what a lovely time I had that night, Rick had been so sweet and such a great guy that he made me feel good days alter just thinking of him I said. Cindy seemed disappointed that Rick and I hadn’t shared our innermost feelings with each other as we walked but was thrilled when I said that I just couldn’t resist kissing him after staring into his baby blue eyes at my door!

It turns out that I was all Rick could talk about as they drove him home that night, he had said that I was so pretty and so easy to get along with, and how he hoped I’d go out with him again. Being a gentleman he never mentioned the embrace and kiss at my door to Cindy although he had confided to her boyfriend that I had the softest lips he’d ever kissed! I couldn’t believe it, this guy was sounding just like a love sick teenager! I had no idea that I had such an effect on him but as time went on and Rick and I dated more and more I found it becoming harder to keep him at arms length. Sometimes a simple goodnight kiss would cause us to wind up in each others arms for several minutes after we had stopped kissing. He’d drop by the apartment once in a while and sometimes we’d go to a movie or dancing, and other times Carol would arrange to leave us alone to watch television, eat pizza, and often just to neck! Being with Rick was having a strange effect on me. I found myself easily relating to him as a woman would and looked forward to spending time with him. There was something about the way he held me when we kissed that simply drove me mad with desire! I wanted to give myself to him but had nothing to give. I wanted him to undo my blouse and nibble and suck my breasts but I didn’t have any for him to nibble or suck which depressed me to no end. It was then that I hit on a plan to really experience life as a woman - hormones! I did a little research on my own and began to take herbal hormones hoping to bring about some changes which I felt I needed. I kept most of the pills at work and only carried enough in my purse to take when I needed them. I realize that it was a crazy idea but at first I only meant to soften my features a little and enhance my feminine feelings. I didn’t really believe they’d have any effect at all on my breast development but in a back corner of my mind I knew I wouldn’t mind if they did!

It was about that time that I realized that life with Carol had begun to change. She was always supportive and reassured me that dating was something that was expected of me but things between seemed cooler. We often went to dinner or a move it was always as two women, I had gone too far into becoming Christy to try to pass myself off as a man for brief periods of time. There just wasn’t the same passion in our relationship as there had been before, before Rick, before the other men I dated. Occasionally we double dated and on those occasions I had to accept my wife laughing, kissing, and cuddling up to another man. Neither of us had realized that while I was having my need to feel admired and wanted satisfied even if by other men she was beginning to feel left out. We still enjoyed the physical intimacy we had before I became Christy, but our feelings seemed to have changed. There were times she mentioned that I seemed a little bit distant during our lovemaking and I couldn’t tell her that I was wondering what it would be like if it were me and Rick instead of me and her. In any event it just wasn’t the same trying to make love while we both were wearing nightgowns with curlers in our hair! Things at work went so smoothly for me though that when the president of the company’s secretary quit to have a baby I was promoted to her position and given a healthy raise! My paycheck went to update my wardrobe since in my new position I was expected to dress just a little better than I had before. I began to wear suits to work nearly every day and soon acquired a wardrobe of comely women’s tailored suits in pastel shades. Occasionally I wore dresses to work but always with jackets and of course I wore heels that matched whatever outfit I was wearing that day. I had a professional image to maintain and began to have my hair done professionally instead of home perms and curlers. I went to the beauty shop twice a month for facials and manicures and even had my legs waxed to keep them smooth and pretty. My lingerie came from the finest women’s shops in town and one pair of panties now cost me more than a whole pack of men’s briefs had cost me before! Carol objected slightly but I reminded her that it was originally her idea and that I had to do these things to successfully pass as a woman in my position. She was somewhat hurt but she finally agreed that I was right so I kept my beauty shop appointments and became one of the best customers at some of the upscale dress shops in town. Carol was even willing to call off the bet but I insisted that the term of the bet was not up yet and I still had my suspicions that my advancement was really due to my looks. I just needed a little more time I told her, and I would be certain!

Carol swallowed hard and agreed to give me the time I needed but I could see that it was becoming increasingly hard for her to tolerate my increased femininity not to mention the softening of my features caused by the hormones I’d been taking. One day I switched purses to match a new dress I’d 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 sex 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 anymore 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 lovemaking 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 caching 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.

Two 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 shyly. "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 change of sex," 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 sexual dynamos but we couldn’t seem to get along if we weren’t making love. Finally after six months of the most passionate sex 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 where as Tim I had asked her to marry me. I explained that I wasn’t interested in her sexually 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 hairdo, 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 set down then took me in his arms. "Surprised?" He asked. "Not quite what you were expecting?"

"NNNot 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 after shave 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 soul searching 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 had her ovaries removed and her genitals changed to those of a male. 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 Evens 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!

Six months later I was married in a wedding gown that cost over five thousand dollars. 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 sex 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 lovemaking 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 it’s 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?

 

 

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