Cream

by Jennifer White

  

Sam Palatine just couldn't help it. He was turned on by women's clothes. He started to dress up in his sister's clothes when he was just twelve, and had been at it ever since. Now he was single, in his late twenties, and had his own house in the suburbs. He had a good job at a law firm downtown, a nice car, and to all appearances, he was just an average guy.

But if you went into his bedroom, then into the closet, you would find that there was a divider which could be removed, to reveal more closet space, which was filled with dresses, skirts, bras, panties, lacy frilly things, makeup, wigs, and all of the other accessories that turned him on. He would come home on Friday night, pull the shades down, close the blinds, lock the door, then take his shower.

A few hours later, he would emerge as 'Amber', his female alter-ego. He would 'be' her sometimes for the whole weekend. Unless he had to go out that is. He was too afraid to go out in public when he as Amber. He had mastered the art of applying makeup, doing his nails, and creating the illusion of beauty.

At first, just wearing a bra was enough to really turn him on. But in time, he became used to it, so he had to find something to push the envelope further. That's when he started buying clothes from catalogs. The anonymity of the internet allowed him to buy even more fabulous things, without anyone knowing. He now had a wonderful collection, and he could completely immerse himself in femininity whenever he had the time.

 

Sam also bought things off the internet which sounded exciting to him. For example, when he was Amber, he took vitamins for women. He then started buying phtyoestrogens, the dietary supplements made from naturally occurring substances in certain plants, which are supposed to act like the female hormone estrogen. He didn't see any effects from them, but it excited him to be taking estrogens (even if they didn't really seem to have any effect). But in time, they became routine as well, and weren't as much of a turn-on.

He also purchased several different products, like breast creams. They would have an exciting web site showing 'before and after' pictures of women with breasts just popping out of their blouses, with testimonials on how wonderful the product was. He would excitedly use them, but of course nothing would result. Still, it was exciting.

So when Sam found a web site which sold a new 'super breast cream, guaranteed to give you the breasts of your dreams', he put in his order, knowing that it would be like all of the others. This site catered to men as well as women though. It knew that many men who were transgendered or were excited about the thought of it. So they also had some related products, like a 'penis reducer' which promised to get rid of that unsightly bulge between your legs, allowing you to look beautiful in a dress. He ordered tube of it as well. Something new to heighten the excitement.

* * *

 

Four to six days later, the plain brown paper package arrived at his doorstep, as promised by the web site. He inspected the contents, and filed them away in his hidden storage area. He would wait until Friday to use them.

 

But it was only Wednesday night, and Sam was feeling very horny. He needed a release. So he decided that he would start applying the new products that night (then fantasize about having breasts, so he could 'relieve himself'). He read the directions for the breast cream first. It said to apply generously to each breast, and rub in until completely absorbed. It said it would take only four to five days to see results! Each tube contained enough for four applications. He carefully followed the directions, and applied it.

Next, he took the tube with the penis reducer. It was a clear gel, which the instructions said to rub all over the penis and testicles, until completely absorbed. It said that with just a single usage, you would see results! There was enough for four applications as well. He was too excited now, and started to apply it before he read the rest of the label.

He rubbed it in, and felt the excitement surge through him at the thought of not having a large penis anymore. He wished he was a woman, and that made him all the more excited. He used a towel to cover his tip as he rubbed the gel in. He rubbed harder and harder until he ejaculated into the towel. It felt wonderful, as always!

He cleaned up, and went to bed.

* * *

 

On Thursday, Sam repeated the ritual. On Friday, he was ready to become Amber, so he did it again. He liked the masturbate before he dressed up, so that he would be 'pure'. He didn't like to make himself come when he was a girl. He had done that once, and stained a skirt. In his mind, if he did it while he was a girl, then he was dressing up just to get aroused. But if he did it first, then dressing up was because he was becoming a woman, not just for sexual excitement.

After 'relieving' himself, he went naked into his bedroom, and began to dress up. He picked his lacy red panties and matching bra. He inserted his breast forms, which were very realistic looking. A small drop of a special glue helped hold them in place, so they wouldn't slip. Then came the silk stockings and the garters. As they caressed his legs, he kept thinking to himself: "I am Amber. I am a girl."

He expertly selected an outfit now, a short black skirt, and a black tank top. He looked in the mirror, and was upset that he had picked something out that showed the red bra underneath. He took the top off, and switched to a black strapless bra. Now the top looked right, although he felt better when his panties and bra matched. Oh well, it was only underwear, and nobody would see it but him. Or her! He kept forgetting to think of himself as 'her'. He was Amber now. He was a 'she'.

'Amber' when went about putting on 'her' wig, her fake nails, then her makeup. The more that Sam was wearing female clothes, the more he had his makeup on, the more feminine he felt. Eventually, he would really start to feel like a woman. His feminine side would take over. She *was* Amber now.

 

Amber spent the weekend doing the usual things. Reading romance novels. Watching 'chick flicks'. Going to women's web sites on the internet. Doing the housework. Reading her latest issues of Cosmo and Glamour. Watching her favorite sitcoms on TV. Doing her needlepoint for the quilt she was going to make one day. Dressing, undressing, ordering clothes off the internet. Amber would sleep in a silky red nightie, and dream feminine dreams.

Although Amber still had a male body, she would do everything like a woman would, even to the point of sitting down to pee. She applied her cream and gel on Saturday night. She inspected her breasts, hoping to see some results, but there was nothing.

 

When Sunday night came, it was a sad time for Amber. She had to start to take everything off, and bit by bit, she became Sam again. He felt so sad, so alone, so disheartened as he became a man again. He always wished he could really be Amber, but alas, it was just a dream. He couldn't even work up the nerve to go outside as Amber, even though nobody would ever recognize him. So how could he even thing of telling his boss "I'm going to take a month off. When I come back, I'll be a girl." Or how could he tell his family and friends? No, it was just a wish that would always go unfulfilled.

* * *

 

When Sam woke up on Monday morning, and rolled over, he realized that he forgot to put away his breast forms the night before. He was used to sleeping with them on, so it wasn't too surprising to feel the weight on his chest. But he thought he had taken them off the night before, with everything else. In fact, he was certain of it. He sat up and turned on the light.

And that is when he felt them jiggle.

 

'They' were on his chest, and 'they' weren't breast forms. They were real. Real breasts.

 

Sam took a deep breath, and reached up to touch them. He could feel his hands on his breasts as he cupped them! He was used to the feel of silicon breasts, but not ones that responded to the touch like these did. They had big nipples, with large rings of a darker color around them. And these really responded to his touch! He felt so aroused just from touching his own nipples! He gasped as they became hard and stiff.

He explored these wonderful new breasts with his hands, and shivered from all of the new exciting sensations. It was impossible! Somehow, the breast cream really did work! He raced to the bathroom to look at them.

In the mirror, he gasped. He had real breasts on his chest! They were large and firm, like those of a twenty year old woman in the full flower of her beauty. Slightly upturned, showing no signs of the effects of gravity. He was so excited. He had breasts! Just like a girl!

Then he wondered. If the breast cream really did work, what about the....

 

He pulled his boxers down and gasped at the results. Instead of his normal man sized penis, it now looked like it did when he was about two years old! It wasn't much bigger around than a pencil! And it was so short! Impossible! He thought the reducer would make it a little smaller, but now it was almost nonexistent. He saw the empty tube in the bathroom garbage, and he picked it up to reread the instructions. This time, he read the warning at the end:

 

Warning: do not use this product for consecutive days. Reduction will be temporary

with a single use. However, multiple uses within a week can result in a permanent

reduction.

 

Then he noticed a line he had skipped over: "To use product as a remover rather than a reducer, apply entire tube daily". Oh no! He was going to have a permanent reduction, and if this was true, it would keep going until his thing was gone!

But then his mind calmed. So what if it was gone? Then he'd be a girl! It wasn't a bad thing! His male ego was punctured, seeing that he was so small now, and being threatened with removal of his penis. But he had a strong female side too. Amber would be thrilled that her skirt didn't reveal a bulge between her legs anymore. She would approve!

The alarm clock buzzed again. He had just hit 'snooze' out of habit. He went back into the bedroom to turn it off. It was time to get ready for work! He hit the shower, and loved how it felt to clean his new breasts. He felt so excited! But between his legs, he was too small now to get aroused. This was a different kind of arousal, an inner one. But he had no way to relieve it now.

He dried off, and went into his bedroom to get dressed. He put on his boxers, black socks, black slacks, and pulled a white dress shirt off of a hanger. It was while he buttoned it up that he realized that he had a problem.

He was stacked now! His breasts clearly showed through his white shirt! You could see the nipples and the dark aereolas around them. He took off the shirt, and tried putting on an undershirt first. That helped a little, but you could very clearly see the breasts bulging under his shirt! They jutted out, just like those of the women at work. He couldn't go out like that!

He remembered that he had a sports bra he had bought for Amber. He took off his shirt and undershirt, then tried the sports bra. It did help to flatten out his chest somewhat, and prevent his large breasts from jiggling. But with just a dress shirt, you could clearly see the outline of the sports bra beneath it. With both the undershirt and the dress shirt, the bra was better hidden, but his chest still puffed out. His breasts were just too big to hide.

They were large enough that she shirt was also a little too short now, and kept pulling out in the front. Instead of three inches of material below the belt line, there was only one inch now. So it kept pulling out! What to do? What to do? He decided to pull his pants up a little higher to help.

Sam tried putting a tie and jacket on next. Again, it helped hide his breasts a little, but the way the jacket draped over him now, it was clear that underneath, he had big boobs! No! Everyone would see him like that, and know that he was becoming a girl or something!

He stared at himself in the mirror. Was it his imagination, or did he look strange in the waste? He looked down, and noticed that his belt was about three notches smaller than he normally used. His tummy was narrower than normal. But his hips! Were they wider, or did they stay the same when his waste got smaller? Either way, he had the beginning of curves! No!

But then a thought crossed his mind. "Dress as me!" It was Amber, within him. He longed to try on some of his girlie clothes, now that he had these new changes to his body. He decided to call in sick.

"Hello?" said Liz, the secretary.

"Hi Liz" said Sam. It was the first he had spoken, and he was shocked at how boyish his voice was now! It had lost much of the depth. It still sounded like him, but higher in pitch. What was going on?

"Sam? Is that you? You sound funny."

"I have a cold" he said, trying to use a deep voice, but that just made him sound funnier.

"I can tell. I'll let everyone know. You take it easy now!"

"Thanks" he said, then pretended to cough.

"Bye Sam. Go lie down. Feel better dear!" said Liz, as she hung up the phone.

 

Sam was now free to become Amber. He was so excited now that he tore off his male clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor! He never did that normally! He was very neat and tidy. He would normally be upset that his pants might get wrinkly from being in a pile on the floor. Perhaps it was because Amber within him knew that he might never need them again.

 

 

When Sam went into the female part of his closet, picked out his sexiest outfit, and proceeded to dress up in it, he emerged as Amber. She looked in the mirror. Her big boobs were just hanging out of the generous V in the neck of her blouse. She had quite a rack! They seemed so large, so inviting.

Her skirt laid on her hips so much better, now that she had some curves. She had put on her girdle too, in order to enhance her curves, making them look more womanly. Sam had bought the girdle, but didn't like wearing it, since it was so tight on his crotch. But now that he had almost nothing down there, it wasn't a problem any longer.

Amber picked out a nice pair of pumps that went well with her skirt, and posed in front of the mirror. She smiled and smiled. So looked so pretty! So womanly! So feminine! She knew what she wanted to do. Go outside!

* * *

 

Amber went to the ATM, and took out $400. Then she went to the mall. She went on a shopping spree, and bought herself a new dress, lingerie, two pairs of shoes, and she even got her ears pierced! She ran out of money, so she hit the ATM again, taking $350. She hoped she didn't hit some limit. She didn't think that she could get away with using a charge card for 'Sam'. Perhaps she could pass herself off as 'Samantha' if she had to do that. It was worth a try if she had to!

She went to a book store, picked out a new book on women's health, and read it as she ate a light lunch at the coffee house across the street from the mall. She felt so wonderful to be outside at last! No longer cooped up in a little house! She was felt the wind under her skirt for the first time! She felt the sun shining on her breasts. That's when she had the idea.

She went back to the mall, went to a store with a good selection of swim wear, and bought a really cute little yellow bikini, and some suntan lotion. Forty minutes later, she was laying out the at the beach! It was a dream come true for her, to be a girl at the beach in a bikini.

She was feeling tired, so she decided to go home for dinner. When she got home, she undressed, and went to take a shower. She washed off her breasts, and felt the excitement grow within her again, which she didn't know how to relieve. She was getting hot! She was so horny!

Sam, like many guys, often peed in the shower. So when Amber was letting the cool water run over her face and neck, it was almost automatic for her to let it go. But the feeling of a warm stream down the side of her leg gave her a start, and made her look down.

There, between her legs, she found a shock. It was gone. All of it! During the course of the day, her penis had completely shrunk, and pulled back inside! There were no testicles either. Just a female mound, with a slit running through it. She poked her finger into the start of the slit at the top, just to make sure it was real. Her finger went in, and came into contact with her clitoris.

The feeling swept over her, like nothing she had ever felt before! That spot! That sensation! Oh, it was so good! She moved her finger around again, until she found just the right spot! Wow!!!!

She started to rub it hard, like she used to do to her penis, but it was too sensitive, and she had to stop. She was surprised to find that just using constant pressure, with a little wiggling vibration was much better for her. Ooh yes, she had it now!

She kept going, and it felt oh so good! She could feel herself getting all wet inside. She turned up the heat of the water, making it get all steamy and wet in the bathroom, just like it was inside her pussy now. She took her finger, explored until she found the moist entrance, and pushed it in as far as it would go.

Explosions of pleasure rushed through her head! She could swear that she saw fireworks! Oh my, this was something so wonderful, so pleasureful, so hard to put into words! She must have had five major orgasms! It wasn't until it became all sensitive and ticklish to the touch that she finally stopped, and finished cleaning herself up.

She would never forget her first female orgasm!

* * *

 

Amber was laying on the couch, watching a movie on HBO, after she had eaten her dinner. She was looking at the couple kissing, and she started to get that feeling welling up inside her again. She put her hand down inside her panties, and began touching herself again. She found it easier to access if she rolled onto her back, and spread her legs a little wider.

She looked at the woman, and how pretty she was, but her tingling began to fade a little. But when she focused on the man, it suddenly surged again.

Frightened, she pulled her hand out. She had been excited by a man! The though at once scared her and repulsed her. She wasn't attracted to men! She had been one, just a day ago! No! That couldn't be true! All the times that Sam had 'become' Amber before, never once had 'she' really thought about the fact that women are attracted to men, and if she were to really become one, then she would be too.

She turned off the TV, and went to bed, shivering and on the verge of tears.

 

* * *

 

When Amber woke up, she touched herself. It was all still there. Her female genitals. Her breasts. She had hoped that they would all go away, so she could go back to her normal life as Sam. But they didn't. In fact, when she looked into the mirror, she was far more feminine than that last day. Her face! It was pretty now, even without makeup! And her curves! She didn't need a girdle now. She was a pretty woman.

When she stood before the mirror, she also realized something. She was at least four inches shorter than Sam was! She had a smaller body, but her breasts were the same size as yesterday. This made them look really huge! Boobs big enough to look large on a man's frame were almost *too* big for her small feminine build which she now had.

She got dressed up in something very conservative, after having dressed so sexy yesterday. But there was no hiding it. She just exuded feminine sexiness, and she knew that every man in sight would be all over her. Even without showing off anything, she looked hot! What would she be like in a miniskirt?

The thought made her excited. She wanted to go get some more clothes, and find out. It was all new to her still, and the idea of being able to go out in public and buy women's clothes was just almost too good to be true!

 

At the mall, she bought her black miniskirt, and a very sexy top with lots of see-through fabric to go with it. She bought some knee high boots, with a really big heel. She raced home, and put it all on. Wow! She was a knockout! She posed in front of the mirror, and was admiring herself when the doorbell rang.

She sauntered over to the door, and opened it.

 

Standing in the doorway was Carrie, Sam's friend from work.

"Hello Miss. May I come in?" she said.

"Sure thing Carrie. How are you doing?"

"Um, I'm fine. I don't believe we've met. And can you tell me where Sam is? We're all worried about him."

"I'm Amber" she said, holding out her hand like a man would to shake. "Sam is...he's not feeling well. He's not himself today."

"I need to see him. This is urgent. Its about work."

"Can I help?"

"Sorry no. This is confidential between us and a client. Now where is he?"

"He's out" said Amber.

"Out? I thought you said he was sick!"

"Um...yes he's out. He's...with his Aunt. She was...a nurse, and she's watching over him. I'm house sitting while he's gone. He's a very good friend of mine."

Carrie glared at Amber.

"Oh, don't let this outfit fool you. It's something I bought today, as a surprise for him. What do you think?"

"You don't really want to know that" said Carrie.

"Yes I do. I value a woman's opinion."

"Well, Amber, it makes you look like a cheap slut. I'd expect to see that on a hooker, not a friend of Sam's. He's too shy and conservative. He's a nice guy. In fact, how do I know that you're even telling the truth? How do I know that you didn't do something to him?"

"Follow me" said Amber. She led Carrie to the bedroom, and then to the closet.

"See? My clothes. I've been with Sam for a while now. There's a lot about him you don't know."

Carrie looked hurt.

"But he was always nice to me! I thought he liked me. I was just waiting for him to ask me out. I would have liked to....oh I'm sorry. If he's your man, I didn't mean to...."

"Oh Carrie, you're so nice. That's such a nice thing to say. Don't worry dear."

Amber felt such a shock. Sam had lusted after Carrie, and wanted to be with her. Or better yet, to *be* her. But he had been too shy to say anything. Now it turns out that Carrie wanted him! But now he was a girl. One who Carrie thought of as a slut. Everything was wrong!

"Tell him to call me" said Carrie as she left, shaking her head. Amber could see that she was starting to cry. She had lost her Sam to a cheap slut. He really hurt her by hiding his relationship with this 'Amber' from her. She had to wait a few minutes before driving, so she could dry her eyes.

* * *

 

A week passed by, and Amber showed no signs at all of reverting to Sam. She was beginning to realize that the change might be permanent. She looked at the pile of bills that had arrived in the mail over the last week. Her charge cards were almost maxed out. She was out of money in her bank account. She had been spending it left and right on expensive women's clothes, but there was nothing coming in. Sam wasn't working, so there was nothing in the 'plus' side of the balance sheet. She faced the fact that she was going to have to get a job.

But how? She didn't have a driver's license. She didn't have a social security card. She didn't have a background for them to check on! She was stuck. She went through hundreds of scenarios, and came to a frightening conclusion: either she would have to find a job with something slightly underground, like a strip club; get a job doing something illegal, like a call girl; or else she would need to find someone to support her. A sugar daddy.

Either way, she was in big trouble. She figured that she had about a month before debt collectors would start knocking on the door. When they found her instead of Sam, what would happen? The police would start to look into his disappearance. She realized that time might be running out. What if they came over and knocked on the door that night? She could throw them off for a few days, but they'd find out that Sam didn't have an aunt who was a nurse. Why had she lied to Carrie? What was she going to do?

With the thoughts of all the possibilities, she went to bed crying. She had been so emotional the past few days! She could hardly think! She was crying herself to sleep, when a solution formed in her pretty little head. She knew what she had to do.

* * *

 

It was Saturday morning. Carrie was reading the paper and drinking her second cup of coffee, when there was a knock at the door of her two bedroom apartment. She went to the door, and looked through the peep hole. A woman has to be careful these days!

She saw that it was that slut Amber. She opened the door, but kept the chain locked.

"What do *you* want?" she said in a nasty, catty tone.

"Carrie. Please let me in. I have to speak to you!"

"Why would I ever want to speak to you?" she snarled.

"Its about Sam"

"And?"

"Please let me in. I'm so sorry we got off on the wrong foot. This is really important. If you really did care about Sam, then let me in."

Carrie grudgingly shut the door, undid the chain, and let the whore walk in. At least she was dressed nicely today. Her boobs weren't hanging out of her dress this time, and her hemline was at least to her knees.

"Carrie, you say you cared about Sam?"

"Why do you talk about him with the past tense?" she asked.

"I'll tell you. I said before, there are some things about Sam you didn't know. He really liked you, but he was too shy to every say anything to you. He really did care about you, very much, and would never want to hurt you, in any way."

"How do you know? Did he tell you this?" she said suspiciously.

"I know everything about Sam. Everything" said Amber.

 

An hour later, Carrie was shaking her head. There was no way that this girl could possibly be Sam! But no matter what question she asked, Amber had an answer for.

"What restaurant did we have dinner at, when we closed the business at the Wesco account?" she said.

"Sullivans. You had two martinis! I've never seen you so toasted!"

Impossible. He must have told her about that night.

"What date did Bill make senior partner?"

"He never made senior partner. He was just promoted to Junior Partner, last fall I think."

"When you and I went to the symphony with Beth and Larry, what did they play?"

"It was that awful modern music that I hated, but Larry thought was so wonderful. At least they played Beethoven for the last piece. Now that's real music."

Again, there was no way that Amber could know these things! She decided on one last test.

"I send Sam a postcard once. From where?"

"Fort Lauderdale. You said you were thinking of me! I hung it on my refrigerator for months. Now I keep it with my important papers like my passport in my desk. I'll always treasure it."

"Sam?" she said, finally realizing that Amber was telling the truth.

"I used to be Sam. I'm Amber now. In every way. Carrie, I'm a woman like you now! And I need your help!"

"Help? How?"

"The police will start looking for Sam. They'll find me. What am I going to tell them? I almost couldn't convince *you*. You think some cop is going to believe that I used to be Sam?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Help me! Please!"

"I need to think about this. I'm not sure what to do."

"But you'll try?" asked Amber.

"Yes, I promise."

"Oh thank you!" said Amber, who gave Carrie a big hug. There was no sexual attraction in the hug, it was just two women, hugging as friends. The thought really scared Amber. She was no longer attracted to women, even one that she used to have a crush on.

* * *

 

"Tell me why you did this to yourself" said Carrie.

"It's a long story" started Amber. "When I was ten years old. I liked to wear my sister's clothes, but I didn't know why. They caught me a few times, and I got spanked. Instead of stopping, it just made me hide it better. I've worn panties and bras since I can remember. I've just never had the nerve to do it in public."

"I often wish I was a real girl. I've taken vitamins for women, and used many women's products. I used breast creams before, but they were fakes. I got a new one, which really worked! They also sold a penis reducer, and by god, that worked to. They've transformed me. I'm a girl now, in every way. I've had female orgasms! I'm being overwhelmed by emotions, and new feelings. I don't desire you anymore, as much as I had a crush on you. I'm really a woman now, completely."

"You have a...vagina?" she said, stunned.

"Yes. Its all there, and its all real. I don't think its going to go away. I think I'm stuck like this now. I've started a new life. I need your help! I can't get a job like this. I don't have a social security card, or a drivers license, or anything! What can I do?"

 

Carrie thought for a while.

"I have a friend, Maria, who came here from Mexico. Don't tell anyone, but she was illegal. She found someone who can get you a social security card, and the right papers so you can apply for a driver's license. Listen. Why don't you go home, pack up a suitcase full of clothes, and come back here? You can live with me until we get everything sorted out. I'll call Maria, and get her to help us find the man. You'll get your ID, and you can hunt for a job."

"Oh thank you Carrie! You're a true friend, and I knew I could count on you!"

* * *

 

Amber went home, got out two suitcases, and packed up all the clothes, shoes, makeup, and accessories she could fit. As Sam, there was never a problem throwing a full suitcase into the trunk of the car. But as a smaller woman, it was a struggle. She was panting from the hard work of lifting the heavy bag, and had to wipe the sweat from her brow.

She used the bottom of her shirt, as she did a million times as Sam. But she was instantly sorry, because not only did the sweat make a spot on her lovely clean white shirt, but some of her foundation got on it too. She thought about changing, but she suddenly had a feeling that she had to get out of there.

She was at the end of the block, when two police cars passed her, heading the other way. As she waited for the light to change, she saw them pull into her driveway, and get out. She had been only seconds away from being caught! How would that have looked, her packing her bags, and Sam nowhere to be found? She carefully drove away, hoping that none of the neighbors had just seen her.

 

"Female intuition" said Carrie proudly, as Amber relayed the story. "You've already learned to trust your feelings! You're making great progress Amber. You'll make a perfect woman!"

"Thank you! That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" she replied.

 

Amber unpacked her things (after changing her blouse!) in Carrie's guest bedroom, while Carrie told her of the plan. Maria would be over in an hour, but she hadn't told her what it was about. She didn't want to say anything about forged documents over the phone, just in case. So they would have to get Maria to help. They would say that Amber was from Toronto, Canada, and wanted to move to the states. The firm had an office in Toronto, so she knew enough about the city to get by if Maria questioned her.

Carrie made some tea for them, which they sipped as they chatted and planned. Amber excused herself to go to the potty.

"Help! I'm bleeding! Something's wrong with me!" she shouted excitedly.

Carrie rushed to the door.

"What's wrong honey?"

"I'm bleeding! Ew!"

"Is it gushing out? Or just oozing?"

"Its oozing. Its really icky."

"How does it smell?"

Amber sniffed it.

"Really bad. It kind of smells like fish."

"Well honey, what you've got going is a period. That's all. Its nothing. We all go through it every month."

"What...what should I do?"

"Look under the sink. I've got a box of OBs."

"How do I use them? I don't know anything about tampons."

"Read the instructions. Its easy. You'll figure it out. You're a smart girl."

It took Amber a few tries, but she finally got it. When she washed her hands off (three times...she could still smell it), she came out and talked to Carrie.

"I thought you're supposed to get all cranky and stuff before your period. You know, PMS."

"Its different for every woman. My friend Myra gets cramps so bad she's laid up. Maria gets moody. I find that I get really horny right up until when it starts. But then a guy would never go near it, when your flowing."

"I was really horny, but I thought it was because I just transformed."

"Well, at least be thankful that your symptoms aren't too bad. You might even look forward to your period some day."

"I doubt that!" she said.

They laughed.

* * *

 

Maria came over, and she turned out to be very sweet. She gave the name and number to Amber, and said that Hector would charge her $200 in cash. Then about a week later, she'd have her IDs, and she could go out and get a job.

She called, and set something up for the next day. Hector was very nice, and took some photos of her for her driver's license. She was afraid that he might try to take advantage of her or something, but everyone had treated her so nicely ever since she had become a girl. As a guy, they ignored her (or worse). But as a pretty girl (one with big boobs at that), everyone wanted to go out of their way to make a nice impression.

When the IDs finally arrived, she was excited.

"Now what can I do? I don't have a degree with my new name. So I can't go for my old job."

"I just found out that Liz is pregnant, and is leaving. She wants to be a stay home mother. If you go in tomorrow and apply for her old job, I can make sure that Mike in the human resources department moves your application to the top of the stack. I'll pull some strings, and you'll be working for us again in no time."

"That would be wonderful!" said Amber. Carrie was such a nice friend! It was overwhelmingly wonderful how women could support each other, in a way that men never did.

 

So it was, that a week later, Amber found herself sitting at the desk that Liz used to occupy, looking at the empty cube where Sam used to work. It felt like a million years ago that she was Sam, and she was quickly losing any connection to her former life.

When she and Carrie went out to the bar on Saturday, she was scoping out the guys just like the other girls were. And she was just as excited when one asked her to dance. She had now fully accepted her fate, and was glad to wake up every morning, put on her dress and her makeup, and go in to work.

 

"Amber, there you are. I wanted to ask you something" said Michelle, a young intern at the company.

"Sure honey, what can I help you with?" asked Amber. She was very eager to help out other girls, the way Carrie had done for her. She promised herself to always be supportive of other women.

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I'm...you know...flat chested. I've always wanted big ones, like you have. I wanted to know what its like? And do you think something like this would help?"

She held up an ad for a breast cream.

"Well Michelle, let me tell you something. First of all, most of these products are fakes. You'll waste your money. But be happy with yourself, and who you are. Don't let anyone make you think you need to look any different, or need big breasts."

Michelle nodded, but Amber could tell she wasn't buying it.

"Oh all right. Here, try this web site. This stuff really works. But I don't know if you'll like having really big boobs. They do get in the way, and make it hard if you want to play sports or anything. And you'll need new bigger bras, and you might need to replace your tops. They take up a lot of space!"

"That's wonderful!" said Michelle, rubber her hands together in glee.

"And with big boobs, ever man within sight will be all over you. I hope you can handle it."

"Oh that's one of the reasons why I want them!" she said. "I love getting attention from men."

"Me too!" said Amber, smiling a wicked grin. "With these things, I can get them wrapped around my little finger in no time! But just remember, this product might work *too* well. Be careful how much you use."

"I will" promised Michelle, dreaming of having the 38DD breasts she always wanted. "I will."

  

  

  

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