The Dreams That You Dare To Dream

by Jennifer White

  

"I wish I was a woman" I said, as I sat there in my dress and stared at the picture of the model in the latest issue of Vogue. Why could I be her? Women were so lucky! Why did I have to be cursed, and be born into a man's body? Why couldn't I have a pussy like the girl in the picture? Why couldn't I have boobs? I wished I could be pretty like her. I wished I could wear the clothes she had on, the flowing skirt, the tight blouse, the exciting bra and panty set.

I had always felt this way, ever since I could remember! Now that I lived on my own, I had quite a collection of women's clothes that I dressed in whenever I could. I had a nice set of breast forms, a gorgeous wig, makeup, jewelry, and everything. But no matter how much I was able to create the illusion of being female, I was still just a man.

Even now, fully dressed up, no matter what I did, I just did not feel feminine enough. Under all my makeup, I still had a man's face. My breast forms were realistic, but I still had a flat chest. And I had to shave it every week, so it wouldn't get covered with ugly hair. I hated that I'd have to get up for work in the morning, and shave my face too. Another reminder that I was stuck in a man's body. I hated it so much.

I closed my eyes, and tried to feel it with all my heart.

"I wish I was a woman!" I said again, out loud.

 

And then a very strange thing happened. I felt dizzy, and my eyes closed. I saw an image. It was me, sitting in a chair, with no clothes on. All was dark, except for my image. I was floating around, seeing myself from different angles. It was as if I was outside of my body.

As I watched, my image on the chair started to change a little bit. I looked just a bit younger than I did, it seemed. The little lines on the face of my image seemed to smooth out. The few gray hairs on my head turned dark, even as my hairline un-receeded. There was no doubt: my image on the chair was getting younger and younger.

I watched as time moved backwards, and my image changed from that of a man to a teenager, then down to a boy. The backwards march of time didn't stop. The boy on the chair became smaller, turning into a baby. And then an embryo. Then a round collection of cells. Then 16 cells. Then 8. 4. 2. Then one single cell. I saw a sperm work its way out of that cell, and now I saw merely a sperm and an egg.

Something very subtle changed in what I saw, but I could tell what. I saw the sperm work its way back into the egg, which soon divided up into 2 cells. Then 4. Then 8, 16, 32, 64, and before I knew it, I was seeing a tiny embryo. Over the course of the next minute, it developed into a baby. But this one was different: it was a she.

The baby grew up before my eyes, changing into a young girl. I watched as she started to develop breasts and curves, and as she continued to fill out as she turned into a young woman. She was so pretty, her hair so long and full, her boobs so nicely shaped, her soft curves, her pretty face, and everything looking as good or better than any of the models I had just been looking at.

The woman's face now had a few tiny lines. She looked to be about the same age that I was. I felt an overwhelming dizziness again, and suddenly I gasped for breath. I took a breath and opened my eyes again. I was still sitting there in the chair, wearing the same clothes that I had been in when the dizzy spell hit me. But something was different. Now I was a woman.

I had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real! I went to the mirror. I pinched myself. I felt it. I touched my face. It felt so soft!

"Wow" I said out loud, in an unfamiliar voice. Soft. Higher in pitch. Feminine.

I stare at my image in the mirror. I had curves now. I looked down, and admired my thin waist, and my wider hips. The bumps on my chest looked just like the did before with my breast forms filling out my bra. Only now, they were real. They were boobs. I had watched them form on the female image of myself, so I knew that they ended in large nipples with wide dark circles around them. I couldn't wait to feel them for the first time!

But most importantly, my skirt now laid completely flat in my front. I turned to the side and admired how my front was flat, but my rear was rounded. I put my hand down between my legs, and sighed as I felt nothing down there but a soft mound. That dreadful penis I used to have was gone. That ugly testicles were gone too. I was a woman now. I had a vagina. I had a pussy. I was a girl!

I turned in a circle, and let my skirt flare out as I spun around. Whee! I was giddy with glee from all that I was feeling. I started to cry tears of joy. This was the best moment of my life! I was a girl now! And it was real. I felt so feminine! I was just like the pretty models in Vogue now. I was one of them. I was a woman!

I noted my surroundings. It was still my house, but decorated better, with a frilly flair. There were candles on the table now for example, and fresh cut flowers. The posters on the wall had changed to Monet prints. A teddy bear sat on the couch. You know. Girlie stuff. I also noticed a toy mouse laying on the floor, instead of the rawhide bone that should have been kept there. I saw a dark shape move towards me, then rub up against my leg. Instead of my dog Wolf, I had a cat now!

"Hello kitty" I said, as I petted her. I went to the kitchen and put out food for her, and changed her water. I noticed how the kitchen was better decorated too. The refrigerator was stocked with fruits and vegetables, instead of beer and left over pizza. I guessed that I ate healthier as a woman than I did as a man.

Then I went to the bedroom, and looked at my dresser and my closet. They were all full to the brim with women's clothes, shoes, lingerie, bras, and everything! This was all mine, and I could wear it all the time!

"Thank you, thank you!" I sang out to whoever or whatever had just performed this miracle for me. I wiped away my tears, and smiled as I hugged myself. I was a girl now! And that mean I could go do something I had always dreamed of. I headed towards the bedroom, already kicking off my high heel shoes. I pulled off my dress, and tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper. I had been wearing it in a male body. Ew!

I pulled off my pantyhose, and it felt so different with them going over my curvy body. I removed my panties, and admired myself in the mirror. I had just a patch of hair down there, neatly shaved into a triangle. I had a tattoo of a heart to one side of it, which made me giggle. I reached behind my back, and undid my bra strap, as I had done many times as a man. But this time it was different. When I took it off, the mounds on my chest stayed put. I had real boobs now, not just falsies!

I looked at my bra, and it said size 34D. Wow! And they were nice and firm, not sloppy. I stepped onto the scale in the bedroom, and I smiled when I saw how petite and light I was. And I looked at the size of the jeans hanging in the closet. I had a 24 inch waist! In fact, my measurements were 34D-24-34! I had a completely perfect female body, in every respect. I could not have dream of a girl looking better than this. I had become the girl of my dreams!

I marveled at my breasts. I lightly touched my nipples, and they were so sensitive! I loved how huge they seemed, and the ring of dark color around them with the bumps going in a circle. I ran my fingers around the two circles, and lightly pinched my nipples. Wow, how that made me feel! And now for the best part.

I laid down on my back, and while I kept my left hand touching my wonderful new breasts, I let my right hand wander down between my legs. I touched myself all over down there, getting used to the feeling of not having those awful male organs anymore. I had a pussy now! I loved how it felt to touch my labia, to spread it open, and to tease myself with the tip of my finger.

I soon worked my index finger in, and found the little hood of flesh that protected my clit. I gently worked it, and basked in the glow of the feelings it generated as I began to stimulate it. My left hand kind of froze in place, unable to move, as I learned the pleasures of my new body. I had often pretended I was doing this, as I had jerked myself off. Now it was for real. The tension was building up. I was inching closer and closer towards my first real female orgasm!

I gently explored with my finger, letting it slip into my lubricated vagina. I used my thumb on my clit, as I felt the ridged walls inside myself. I knew that the elusive "g-spot" was supposed to be there, up near the top, but I couldn't find it. Yet! I had plenty of time to get to know my new body! Or so I hoped. What if this was just for tonight? I had better make the best of it!

I spent over an hour exploring, bringing myself over the top several times. I just loved it! I had made love with several women in my lifetime, but I had to say that the pleasures I felt that day far outweighed anything I had ever felt as a man. Mmmmm. It was just so good to be a woman! I hugged a pillow tight as I quivered, trying to get myself together. I felt a wet spot on the bed by my leg. I had lubricated so much that it had dripped out. But I didn't care. It had been so wonderful!

I didn't mean to, but I was so overwhelmed with a warm glow of happiness and love, that I fell asleep right there, lying naked, hugging the pillow. My eyes closed, and I went into a blissful dream....

 

* * *

 

I woke up at 4:00am. The first thing I felt was chilly. I was on top of the covers still. I could feel the boobs on my chest, and the long hair tickling my shoulders. Awesome! I was still a woman. It wasn't something just for the night. I hoped and prayed that it was for all my life!

I realized that I had fallen asleep with my makeup on, which was big no-no. So I got up. I had to p anyway! I turned the light on in the bathroom, and I noticed that there was a pink nightie hanging from the back of the door, so I put it on. On the counter, there was all of the things I would need to remove my makeup. I took off my mascara, as well as the makeup on my eyes, my cheeks, and my lips. My face felt much fresher now that it was bare. I still looked pretty, although my hair was a bit of a mess now!

I sat down to p, which was something I did as a man. But instead of needing to reach down to hold my penis to point down, I could just go now! I felt it gush out, and it sure seemed to come out in a bigger stream than before! I wiped it clean, and felt a shiver. I was touching myself down there again! Wow.

I realized that I would need to get up in a few hours for work, since I had fallen asleep on a Thursday night. I also realized that it was going to take longer to get ready in the morning, so I went back to the bedroom, set my alarm clock for 6:00am, and fell back to sleep. Kitty came onto the bed, and curled up on my feet. She started to purr. I would have purred too, if I could have. I was so happy!

 

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I woke up before the alarm went off. I was so excited to begin my first full day as a woman! I got up, took a nice hot shower, and shaved my legs. It felt so good not having to worry about shaving my face! And now I'd never have to worry about hair on my chest (or back!). I shaved under my arms too, which is something I normally did anyway.

I wrapped a towel around myself, just above my boobs. I wrapped another one around my hair, to let it dry off as I began my routine. I was so looking forward to this! I had put on makeup more times than I could count for example, but it had always been over my old face, the course face of a man. Now I had something wonderful to work with, soft skin, high cheekbones, seductive eyes, and full lips. If I was good enough to have made my male face look pretty, it would be a snap with my new one!

But before makeup, I had to get dressed. I pulled on a pair of panties, covering up my marvelous new pussy for the first time. Then I put on a matching bra, feeling it go over my awesome new boobs. When I fastened it in back and let go, I could feel the shoulder straps dig in, as the cups supported and shaped my breasts. That felt so cool!

My hair was dry enough now to loose the towel, and I brushed it a bit, then started with the blowdryer, a comb, and finally some hairspray to make it look just so. I didn't know if I should have put on clothes first, but I was excited to get to the task of styling my long gorgeous hair, so I just did it first.

Then it was off to the closet, where I picked out a navy blue chalk-striped pencil skirt suit, and a while blouse with frilly cuffs and ruffles down the middle. I put on the blouse, and admired how it looked on me, with the two large soft mounds underneath it. Then I put on the pencil skirt. I loved how it looked, going up so high on my narrow waist, then coming down to my knees. It was all flat in front, and my cute butt looked so round in the back. Looking straight into the mirror, I loved how the curves from my hips made the skirt look on me.

There was a little white ribbon at the top of the blouse which I tied into a bow, then I put on the jacket. Awesome! But then I realized something: I was going to work in a skirt, I should have nylons on. I found some thigh-highs, but I was afraid that they'd slip down during the day without a garter belt. So I had to take my skirt off, then I put on a pair of tan pantyhose before replacing the skirt. There. Much better.

I giggled as I thought of something: I loved how it felt wearing a half-slip too. So once more I removed my skirt, put on the half-slip, and then replaced it one more time. That was a lot of work to get dressed up, but it was so worth it! I couldn't believe that I was about to go into work like this! I hummed as I put on my makeup.

I noticed that my ears were double-pierced, so I selected a nice pair of small hoop earrings to wear along with the diamond studs that were already in place. I put on a gold necklace with a dangling pendant, a diamond tennis bracelet, and a ring with a red stone. I decided that the bracelet was too dressy though, so I removed it. This was fun, trying on my jewelry, and seeing what worked!

I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I didn't see my usual menu items. Only healthy things. Oh well, a bowl of bran cereal and half a grapefruit wasn't that bad to eat, although it wasn't as satisfying as bacon and eggs! I'd have to do some shopping on the weekend. I ate my breakfast, put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, then returned to my bedroom to pick out a nice pair of shoes.

Wow, did I have a lot of shoes! I giggled as I looked at one pair of pumps that had a seven inch heel. No, those wouldn't be appropriate for work! But there was one nice pair of heels that would work nicely with my outfit. They were closed-toe, with "just" a four inch heel. I slipped my feet into them, and marveled at how it felt to walk in them. I loved how they made the backs of my legs look! I toyed with my hair as I looked in the mirror. Now I as all done. Time to go!

But then a thought hit me: what was going to happen when I walked into the office like this? Everyone had known me as a man. Now I was going to just walk in as a woman? I suddenly blushed. Nobody had seen me like this. What would they all think? And how would I even get past the security guards with my badge showing the picture of a man?

It dawned on me though, that if my house had changed, why not work too? I went to the purse that was laying on the table. I dug through it, and quickly found my company badge. There on the front was a picture of the female version of me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I read the name above the picture: Laurie Young. My name was Laurie! A pretty name for a pretty girl.

"Laurie" I said out loud. That would take some getting used to, after being called by a man's name for so many years! I tucked my badge back into my purse, and went out to the street. I didn't see my car though, a sporty red coupe. Someone had stolen it! But then I laughed at myself. As a woman, I wouldn't have bought a sports car to try and recapture my youth. I would have picked something sensible. I reached into my purse, and pulled out the keys. Volvo they said. A nice safe car. I pushed the unlock button, and saw the lights flash on a dark gray sedan. That was my car now.

I got in and started it up. But immediately, I had a problem: it was going to be very difficult to drive in heels! They put my feet at a bad angle, and made it hard to have any control over the pedals. I pulled them off so I could at least drive. As I pulled out, I wondered if natural born women were able to drive wearing heels, or if it was just me having this trouble. I guessed that I could learn over time. I'd have to try again with some wedges, or something with less height at first.

I arrived at work, and I was five minutes late! As much fun as it had been to get myself all dressed up, even starting fifteen minutes early, I was arriving late to work. I would have to leave more time to prepare on Monday! I'd have to make up some excuse for my boss. I got in the lift, and went up to my floor. I walked towards my desk, my heels clicking on the linoleum floor, until I made the turn to where it was carpeted.

I walked past my bosses office. He smiled at me.

"Good morning Laurie" he said.

"Good morning, boss" I replied with a smile.

"Don't forget we have the meeting at 10:00, to discuss the Johnson account."

"I'll meet you at the conference room" I said.

 

Wow, no harsh glare, no intimidating scowl. Was he just being nice to me because I was a pretty woman? Did that mean that he wanted me, and he was trying to stay on my good side? Or was a scruffy older man like him just intimidated by someone who looked like a fashion model? I guessed that I would find out over time.

After powering on my computer, the first thing I always did at work was the same: walk with Alan to go get a cup of coffee. I unlocked my desk, slipped my purse into the large drawer at the bottom, closed it, and locked it back up. That was something I had seen female coworkers do, and it made sense to me. A woman would be lost without her purse! I couldn't just lay it on the desk and hope it was going to be there when I got back. I stood back up, and noticed that Alan was there, looking at me.

When I was bending over, had he been staring at my backside? It was really cute, but the thought of a man staring at me as I bent over, made me feel all squirmy. I didn't like it at all! I was going to have to be more careful about how I moved and what I did. I decided that I had better hang out with some of the girls in the office, to study how they sat, moved and worked.

Not many of the girls in the office had ever been friendly with me, as a man. All of my friends were male. Like Alan. I guessed though that the girls would take to me now, as Laurie! It would be so much fun going out to lunch with them. But Alan was here now.

"Good morning" I said. "Did you watch that game last night?"

"Since when do you watch sports?" he asked.

My mind raced. Didn't we usually talk about sports? I needed an excuse. Quick.

"I, uh, heard you and Roger talking about sports, so I thought I'd chime in" I said.

"That is so nice of you" he said, his face changing to a broad smile.

The look in his eye told me that I had made an other error. He thought that I had watched the game, in order to do something just to make extra conversation with him. He must have assumed that if I had done that, I was somehow interested in him! I again had sent the wrong signal, just by accident. In all the times I had wished that I was a woman, and even now that I had become one, I had never, even once, imagined myself being with a man. Even now, in my new body, I still only thought about being with a woman. I had to back off, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I quickly changed the subject.

"Who's turn is it to by the coffee?" I asked.

"You know the coffee is free in the break area" he said.

"Silly me" I replied, as I started to walk that way.

There. End of topic. That was as good of an exit strategy as I could come up with on the fly! We got our coffee, and I returned to my desk, determined to be more careful about what I did or said. Maybe I'd be better off sticking to female company, until I get used to my gender! When my coffee was gone, I went over to see Cindi, one of the girls in the temp pool who I dealt with.

"Hi Cindi" I said. "I like your hair today."

I had always wanted to be able to compliment her like that, but as a man, it might have come off as being flirtatious, so I had never done it. Now that I was a woman however, I was free to say things like that to her, without worry.

"Thanks Laurie" she said. "Nice shoes."

"Thanks!" I said as I smiled back. "They're Isabella Fiore."

"I know that" she snapped, as if I had offended her. I looked down at her feet. She had the same brand on. I had just insulted her, in a way. I guess there were some subtleties here I was missing too!

"Sorry about that" I said. "Not enough coffee yet. Anyway, I've got that meeting at 10:00 for the Johnson account."

"I've got the report here"

"Thank you so much Cindi. I owe you one. I'll take you out to lunch next week or something."

"Thanks Laurie" she said, her mood lightening up.

I left in a hurry, but as I made my way back to my desk, I bumped into another woman from the office, Carla. She didn't look happy.

"I saw you flirting with Alan" she said. "Back off."

"Sorry Carla" I replied. "It wasn't flirting. We were just talking."

"I'm not going to let you come waltzing in and try to take away my man" she said. "Just because you look like Miss Gloss Magazine doesn't mean that you can take my man!"

I took a step back.

"I am so sorry if I made you think that" I said. "I can assure you, I have absolutely no interest in Alan. What can I do to prove it to you?"

"Stop trying to make him like you!" she said.

I could see in her eyes that her anger was just masking her true emotions: she was hurt, upset, and about try cry. She thought that I was trying to make him like me instead of her! I felt so awful. I didn't want to hurt this poor girl, for no reason. And I certainly didn't want to make any man think I was interested in him!

I felt like I was screwing everything up. I hadn't even been in the office for a full hour, and already I had alienated a female coworker, and accidentally made a man think I wanted him! I was so upset. I vowed to find a way to make it up to Carla. I didn't know how yet, but I'd find something.

I went to my desk, and drank my coffee, as I prepared for the meeting. When it was five minutes before we were going to start, I needed to go and p from all the coffee. I felt proud as I walked into the women's room for the first time. The first thing I noticed was that there were no urinals, just all stalls. That made sense. I picked one, and closed the door.

Now I realized two things. First, it was going to take more time than I had budgeted! And I was going to need to pull my skirt down, as well as my pantyhose and panties before I could even sit down. But I didn't want to have my nice things touching the dirty floor! It was going to be a delicate balancing act. Then I had to get everything back on, wash up, get to my desk, and grab the report I had picked up from Cindi.

As a man, it was just a thirty second task. But now, it took me almost the whole five minutes. That meant I got to the meeting just after it was supposed to start. The whole room was full, and everyone stared at me as I hurried in. I listened as my boss began to talk. I had been thinking of an idea that would help us close the business at the Johnson account, so when he was done, I stood up, and told everyone what I had been thinking of.

"I see" said my boss. Then he proceeded as if I hadn't said a word! I had a great idea, but he had just completely brushed it aside. Was it that he didn't think a woman could perform account planning? I was deeply offended. Yes, it was nice that he had let my lateness slide (twice now!), which was a perk of being female I guessed. But not being taken seriously was just plain wrong!

 

I went out to lunch by myself, too afraid that I'd mess something else up. I had my usual: two slices of pizza and a bottle of coke. Then I stayed in my cubicle, afraid to even talk to anyone, until I figured things out a little better. I buried myself in my work, and before I knew it, the day was over. I was very glad to get home, where there was only Kitty and me.

Before I had dinner, I decided to put on something more comfortable. It was so fun to look through my closet, and decide what to put on! I found some tight blue jeans that were ¾ length, along with a white tank top. It was so cool to wear clothes like that, and to look so pretty and feminine. I just loved it that I was a woman now. Even with the hardships of my first day, I was still thankful that this had happened to me.

I made some bratwursts for dinner, and I drank the six pack of beer in the refrigerator. They looked a little dusty, like they were getting old, so they needed to be drank up! And then I went online to get something for myself. Something I had been thinking of all day. dildos.

You see, the night before, it had been such an incredible feeling to make myself cm as woman! I wanted to feel that again and again. But I didn't like how it felt to get my finger all slimy with my juices. I wanted something I could insert into my pussy instead. But I wasn't about to just waltz into a store and buy one, with everyone looking on! No, this was best done online.

I went to a web site where customers could submit product reviews. I bought one vibrator that was rated five stars, along with a dildo that all of the customers had given their highest ratings too. I didn't really like the fact that it was quite realistic, looking just like a penis. But all of the women who wrote the reviews raved about it. And I was a little bit loosened up from the beer. So I ordered it too. Of course, I paid the extra for overnight shipping, so it would arrive as soon as possible!

I felt a bit bloated and full. I guessed that my new body wasn't up to having six beers at one sitting! So I laid back on the couch, and watched tele, with Kitty laying on my feet. I woke up at 3:00am, still on the couch! Wow, that beer just knocked me out. I pulled on a blanket, turned the tele off, and went back to sleep on the couch.

 

* * *

 

I woke up on Saturday, and I was all excited. This day was going to be so fun! But first, I needed to clean myself up. I was a wreck, having fallen asleep without even having taken off my makeup! I needed a long hot shower, but I had quite a hangover still. Some bacon and eggs would fix that! With toast, coffee, and some juice. Then I could get on with my day.

I put on a some cute tight white shorts along with a yellow top, and a pair of sandals. I grabbed my purse, and got in the car. I was going shopping today. All of my life, I had longed to be able to walk into a fashionable store, pick out a nice skirt or a dress, and buy it. Today, I was going to be able to do that. And I could buy myself a new bra, or some lingerie, or whatever else I wanted. I was a woman now, and I was free to do all of this!

I started at the mall, and went into the department store. I browsed through the pretty clothes, and I picked out several outfits to try on. But I was a bit taken aback by the prices. When I had been a man, I had shopped online for some women's things to wear. But nothing fashionable like this. For just the cost of the floral print skirt I was looking at, I could have bought two or three pairs of man's pants! There was less fabric, and they charged three times as much. Go figure!

It was a lot of fun though, and I ended up with two new skirts at the store, as well as a white blouse that I just loved. In the lingerie department, I treated myself to a new bra and panty set, with a print like leopard skin. I also bought a garter belt, and dark nylons to go with it, as well as a cami and a full slip.

I wanted more, but that was about all I had in the budget. What a pity! I took my new treasures home, and put them away in my closet. I My white shorts were feeling a little tight on me, and I decided to change into something looser. After I took them off, for some reason I stepped on the scale to weight myself. To my amazement, I was a full two pounds heavier than I had been the first time I had weighted myself.

Did I really put on weight that easily? Just one day of eating like I had when I was a man, and I put on weight? I would have to be careful in the future. I decided to start fixing things right now. I would go for a jog. I dug out a pair of sweat pants, a sports bra, and a tank top. I put it all on, along with white socks with pink trim, and a pair of running shoes.

I stepped out of the door, and started walking, then increased my pace to a slow trot, then a full jog. Immediately, I had a problem: my long hair. It kept getting into my eyes. I had to turn back, go inside, and find a thingie so I could pull my hair back into a ponytail. There. Now I could run, and not have to worry about my hair. I'd have to remember that in the future!

The run was great after that, except for one thing: all of the guys who stared at me as I went by. They were watching my boobs bounce as I ran past them. They would leer at me, or say "hello" in a way that told me that they wanted me. Yuck! I felt this weird sense of vulnerability as well. They were so much larger than me, and more powerful. If one of them was a bad man, I would be too weak to really fight him off. I wondered if I should enroll in some sort of self-defense class.

I came home all covered in sweat. At my door, there was a box. My shipment had already arrived! I took it inside, and opened it up. I was all pumped up from the run, my heart racing, and I was all slick from sweat. Just looking at the dildo, I wanted to try it out. Now. I removed my clothes, throwing them into a pile on the floor. I laid on my back, spread my legs open, and gently ran the tip of the dildo up and down my labia.

Before I knew it, I had it inside me. Wow, with it being so much bigger in girth than my finger, I was immediately filled with a sense of a warm glow, as the fullness inside my vagina just felt so right. I pulled it back out, and wow, it just did something to me. At the head of it, where it flared out wider (like the top of a mushroom), it made contact with my clit just right, and it sent me. It felt great to thrust it in as deep as I could, but when I worked it out more and the wide part of the head touched my clit again, ooooh.

Soon, I was having orgasm after orgasm. I just laid there trembling and sweaty when I was done. It took me some time to recover, before I could get myself together enough to hop in the shower and clean up. I took the dildo in with me, and washed it off too, so it wouldn't be covered with my juices as they dried. Of course, it felt strange to be holding something in my hand that looked like a penis! It disgusted me. But I could see why a woman might like to feel a man's penis as it penetrated her, up into her pussy. The only problem was that it would be attached to a man. And I had no interest in that!

 

* * *

 

In the next two weeks, I was still trying to settle down into my new and improved life. I was getting better all the time at interaction socially at work. I was figuring out how to hold the men at bay, and how to befriend the women, without causing problems with either group. And I had learned my lesson about not trying to eat and drink as if I was still a man. I was a woman now, and my new (and better!) body had different needs.

I was at work on a Friday, and I was kind of crabby. I guessed that I must not have had enough sleep the night before. And even though I had eaten very lightly, I felt kind of puffy, and my clothes didn't seem to fit me right. That didn't help my mood either! For some reason, chocolate ice cream sounded like just the think I needed, and although I needed to diet, I was just craving it all day long!

I got home, and fed Kitty. Then I started to prepare my own dinner. As I stood there, I felt this discomfort inside. It was momentary, but a little painful. Then it stopped. All of a sudden it hit me: I was getting cramps. Oh no! I was about to start my period. No wonder I was all cranky. I was experiencing PMS for the first time!

I hurried to my bedroom, and took off my skirt. I was too late: my panties already had a spot on them from the flow coming out of me. I went to the bathroom, took them off, and tossed them in the trash. They smelled bad, as did the stuff oozing out of my pussy. I knew what it was all about; but having a period yourself is a totally different thing!

I sat on the toilet, and wiped myself off, getting rid of what ooze I could. I opened the cupboard under the sink, and there it was: a box of tampons. I unwrapped the paper from it, and stare at the stick in my hand. It had a plastic applicator, which the box said would glide in easily. I pushed it up inside my pussy, holding onto the string. When I thought it was in place, I pulled the applicator, which left the tampon down there, inside of me. The string hung there, for when I was ready to pull it out.

I also saw a box of panty liners there under the sink. I took one of them, and retreated to my room. I got out a new pair of panties (old ones, just cotton. Nothing fancy. I didn't want to risk ruining another pair!. I pulled them most of the way up, then put the liner on them. It had a little strip you peeled away, which exposed some sticky stuff to hold it in place. Now I was able to pull them up, and put my skirt back on.

I went back to the kitchen, to discover that my dinner overcooked, and everything black. The kitchen was filled with smoke. I sighed as I opened the window, and scraped all of the food out into the garbage disposal in the sink. I took out a spoon, went to the freezer, and dug out a quart of chocolate ice cream. I sat on the couch, watching the tele, eating ice cream until I finally felt soothed. Quite a dinner!

At least I had started when I was at home. What if I had been in the office? I would have to remember the date on the calendar. I'd start wearing panty liners a couple of days before I was due to start, just to be careful. And from now on, I'd make sure I had a couple of tampons hidden in my purse and my briefcase. Just in case!

 

* * *

 

I got over my "first" period. Of course, my body had undergone many of them, but this was the first one I had experienced. If I had known that I was going to get my wish, I would have wished that I was a young girl, so I could have experienced everything a girl needs to get to this point! But no, I can't be too greedy. After all, I did get what I had always wanted. I was so lucky to be a girl now! I couldn't really ask for more.

The other bummer with having the period was that when I was flowing, I couldn't very well use my vibrator or my dildo. I had to go without it for a couple of days, and that didn't set too well with me. I loved how it felt to cm as a woman, and I was doing it twice a day or more sometimes! I didn't even want to touch myself when I was flowing. And I hated how it smelled. I went out and bought a feminine deodorant spray, it keep it in control. Yuck.

Things were going well at the office now, except for one small detail. I had been there for six years, and I was in line for a promotion. Now that I had settled in to being a woman, I was back to my normal level of productivity. I thought everything was right in place, until we had a team meeting, and my boss wanted to make an announcement.

"I wanted to let you know about one of your teammates, who has been doing an excellent job for us" he started.

This was it! I was so excited.

"This individual has worked tirelessly for the team, and merits a promotion, along with a commiserate pay increase."

I could use more money! That would mean more clothes and shoes. Mmmmmm.

"And so, I give you your new Senior Analyst. Alan."

 

What? Alan got the job? Alan wasn't half as good as I was! He had always leaned on me when there was a difficult problem to solve. How could they promote him over me? It had to be because I was a woman. How could that even be possible? I was so upset that I had to retreat to the lady's room, and cry in private.

That was my worst day ever at work.

 

* * *

 

It was now three full months since I had become a woman. And I still loved it! But I was noticing something now. There were some things that I had been so excited about at first, which were loosing their luster. For example, I can remember how excited I was the first morning, when I got myself ready for work. Doing things like fixing my hair, doing my makeup and selecting an outfit were all truly exciting. But now, it was becoming routine. In fact, some days I felt like I wasn't getting quite enough sleep, because I had to budget so much time to get ready every morning.

I even considered cutting my hair shorter, so I wouldn't have to spend all that time making it look perfect every day. It hung down six inches below my shoulder. It was so full and wavy looking. I found myself posing in front of the mirror, holding it up to make it look shorter, wondering how I'd look that way. But I decided against it. Even if it was a lot of work, my hair was too perfect to cut!

I had also really learned about my diet. I had to eat differently now. My female body didn't burn off calories the way my male body had. If I overate even one day, I felt like I put the weight on right away. And it would take weeks to burn it back off. So I was very careful. My only vice was eating chocolate ice cream when I was having my period. I just craved it, and it made me feel better. I would run an extra day or week to make up for it, but it was worth it, believe me!

I was doing well at work now, as I had learned my lessons on how to deal with the men and women in the office. I had a lot of female friends, and I really valued my relationships with them. We'd go out sometimes, or do things together. But at the end of the night, they'd go back to their husbands or boyfriends. And I was alone.

All I had each night for company was Kitty, and of course my ever growing collection of vibrators and dildos. I loved the pleasure I felt from making myself come! But I was really craving a partner to share my life with. Even now, after three months of being in my new estrogen based body, I still only had one attraction: women. I loved what a realistically shaped dildo could do to me, but I had absolutely no interest in touching a man, being kissed by one, or anything. I needed a woman.

I started off by searching the internet, to see what I could learn about lesbians. I can tell you that doing a web search showed me one thing: men liked to look at pictures of lesbians! Almost all of the hits I found were for porn sites. I went to the free ones, and drooled over the pictures of two hotties getting it on. I wanted that to be me! For a moment, I even considered applying for a job as a model, so I could be with girls like that.

But I had to decide no. I thought it was exploiting the women for their bodies, and I would have no part of that! After all I had been through at work, I was beginning to realize what women have to endure in our society. In some ways, we're second class citizens, even in this day and age. I wasn't about to help perpetuate the exploitation of women! No, I needed to find someone locally, a girl like me who was interested in other girls.

So where does one go to meet lesbians? I had remembered the name of one bar that all the guys avoided like the plague, because they all said it was a hangout for guys. I went there one night, and I was disappointed. All men. Nobody like me. So I had to try something else. I had read at one time that a lot of female professional athletes were supposedly lesbians. So I joined a tennis league, and a soccer league. I met lots of nice girls, but it seemed to be a myth. They all dated men. I was going to give up playing tennis, but the outfits you get to wear were so cute! I just loved the tight white skirts and the tank tops. But that didn't help me find myself a woman.

I was giving up hope. But one day, one of the girls from tennis, Amy came to talk to me.

"Laurie" she said, "I have a personal question."

"Sure" I replied. "What is it?"

"I notice you don't wear a ring. You're single, right?"

"Yes" I said, hoping that she wasn't going to try to set me up with some guy!

"All of the other girls are always talking about their husband or boyfriends. But you never do."

"That's because I don't have one" I said, not liking where this was going.

"I have to ask you" she said. "Do you even like men?"

I was shocked at the directness of her question! I shook my head no.

"You like girls, don't you?"

"Yes" I said. "How did you know?"

"For some reason, we can usually recognize each other" she replied. "I suspected that you were one of us."

"I am" I said, feeling so wonderful that here was another woman who felt like I did. I wasn't alone. There were others like me. It was like a weight came off my shoulders. I looked at her, not knowing what to do or say next.

"On Saturday, there are going to be some girls coming over to my place. Would you like to join us?"

"The girls from tennis?" I asked.

"No. Girls like you and I. And some of them are in between partners. Why don't you come? I think you'd enjoy it."

"Definitely!" I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic.

I was floating on air Saturday, as I got ready for the party. I tried on six different outfits, before I settled on the right one. I didn't want to be too dressy, or too casual either. I finally found something I thought was just right. I had a new black cami top that had glittery silver sequins sewn into a pattern in the front. It had these cool thin straps and a built-in bra. I decided I would start with that.

The nice thing about a top like that one was that you could build a lot of looks around it. I tried on my dark blue jeans, but it looked too casual for me. Then I tried on my black skirt, but it looked too formal, and the colors of black didn't quite match. Finally, I settled on a pair of white crop pants that helped show off my curves. The cami showed off my cleavage, so I'd be advertising my looks to the girls.

I had gone out before hand to get a professional manicure and pedicure. I also had my hair done. I put on my best jewelry, and picked out a pair of open toe wedges. They had silver sequins as well, so they matched my outfit. I spent a long time doing my makeup, making sure that everything was just perfect. I even got out a different purse, a small black one that was too tiny for everyday use, but looked chic.

I was very nervous as I drove over to Amy's house. When I got there, I most of the parking spots on the street were taken. There would be a lot of her guests there already. I took a deep breath, and walked up to the house. I rang the doorbell, as I imagined the room full of girls, lesbians like me, waiting to meet someone at the party.

"Laurie! Come in, its open!" called out Amy.

I walked in and smiled as I looked around the room.

 

I have to say that I was so disappointed at what I saw. On the one hand, the room was filled with girls, and I knew that all of them wanted to be with a girl too. But most of them had very short hair, almost like a man's. They were dressed in androgynous clothes at best. No skirts, nothing to show off their boobs. I was the only one in makeup. I was the only one with shoes that weren't flats.

They all seemed so masculine. Some had bigger muscles then I had back when I was a man. I couldn't help but to feel disappointed. I wanted to be with a woman, but I wanted her to be feminine! I didn't want to be with a woman who looked like a man. Some of them were even dressed as if they were men. I smiled faintly, and quietly sat in the corner with a glass of wine.

I did talk to a lot of them that night, and I ended up having fun at the party. But I didn't meet anyone who held any interest for me at all. Some of them didn't think I could be a lesbian, because I looked so feminine. They were judging me on my looks, just like the men did in my office. I went home alone again, and I felt so crushed after having had my hopes up, that I didn't even use my vibrator that night. I wondered if I was always going to be alone.

 

* * *

 

One day it hit me: why not look across a broader set of people? I went online, and found a reputable dating service. I signed up, created a profile for myself, and posted it. I was very clear that I was a woman looking for another woman. I also put down that I wanted to be with someone who was ultra-feminine. I was very clear about who I was, and what I was looking for.

When I checked my in-box a few days later, I was very disappointed. There were dozens of replies, but they were all from men! They would usually say something like "if you dated me, just for one night, you'll never want to be with a woman again." Wonderful. Their male egos were so big that they thought they could convert me! I deleted all of their replies in disgust, not even bothering to write them back and tell them what jerks they were.

I did get a couple of replies from women, but they too were very masculine, and so I didn't really feel that they were what I was looking for. I guess I was judging them on their looks too. But I needed a feminine woman! Was that too much to ask for?

 

* * *

 

One day I checked my in-box for the dating service. Still no luck. There was a reply that day from a man, and I almost deleted it sight-unseen. Maybe because I was bored, I opened it up. I usually got a laugh at how they'd try to hit on me and pick me up, when they knew I didn't want them.

But this one was different. He started out by apologizing to me!

 

Dear Laurie,

I am so sorry to bother you, but when I saw your profile, I just needed to contact you.

Unfortunately, I am a man. But all of my life I wished that I could be a woman, just like you! I

always dress up at home in women's clothes. And what struck me was that I have the exact

same outfit on that you do in your profile!

I know you'd never want a relationship with a man, but I was hoping that you might

be interested in a friendship. And I could use some tips on makeup. You rock! I wish I could

make my face look as pretty as yours.

I'm sure you'll just delete this, but I wanted to tell you that if I was a girl, I would want

to be you.

Bobby.

 

I felt so alone in the world. I did need a friend. And I felt such a kinship for Bobby. He was exactly as I was, just a few months ago. And so I acted. Perhaps it was out of pity. Perhaps it was out of loneliness. Whatever the reason, I wrote back and told him that I agreed to meet with him. I told him to get a reservation at Tony's, which was a nice upscale Italian place. And I told him that he was going to need to prove it to me when he showed up for our meeting.

In my note, I told him that he was to wear a bra and panties underneath a suit with a white shirt and a tie. I also told him that I expected him to shave his legs. And that he was going to have to pass my test, if I was going to spend the evening with him. If he was some guy just trying to make a move, that would weed him out. But if he was willing to do that, to risk going out in public wearing a bra under his shirt, that would tell me he was serious.

When the appointed evening came, I showed up at Tony's, not sure if he would chicken out or not. But there was a reservation in his name. The greeter showed me to the table. There he was, sitting in his suit and tie. As soon as the waiter left us, I asked him to pull his tie to one side.

"Undo a button in the middle of your shirt" I said. "Show me what you have on."

To my delight, I could see the lacy edge of a bra! He was for real. I relaxed, and we spent the night chatting. We talked a little about ourselves, but mostly about fashion, makeup and shoes. I was impressed. He was for real. I could really relate to him, because once I had been exactly like him. I had a good enough time that I told him we could meet again.

I liked it that he was willing to do this for me. And I liked it that he was quiet, and somewhat slight in build. As we talked, I kept seeing so much of my former self in him! He told me how he had grown up wishing that he had been born as a girl, and how he often imagined what it would feel like. He told me that he would fall asleep at night, praying that some day he could become a woman.

In every way, he was so much like my former self! I really felt a connection to him, that I've never felt for any other person. A true kindred spirit. I had thought that I was some kind of a freak, feeling the way I did. But here was someone else who was going through the exact same situation that I had faced.

It wasn't really out of pity, but out of a true desire to help him that I spoke now.

"Come to my place, and I'll help teach your about makeup" I said. "And bring your best outfit. I'll help you dress up right."

"I can't wait" he said.

It was on. I had a date.

 

* * *

 

When Bobby showed up at my house, I had everything ready. He came in looking like a man, but then he went into the guest bedroom and put on his bra and panties, along with pantyhose. After he came out, the fun began. Gradually, I transformed him into a more and more feminine being. I started by putting a new pair of breast forms into his bra, which wowed him. He had never worn them before, and he loved it, as I once had.

"I can't believe it!" he said. "It looks like I have boobs. How did you ever find these?"

"Oh, you know" I said. "We women have our ways."

Next, I dressed him up, did his nails, then sat him down and taught him how to do his makeup. He had a wig, although I thought it was a bad one. I put a headband on him, to hide its flaws. I put him into high heels, then I spent some time teaching him to walk and sit in them. It was so fun transforming him into more and more of a woman!

In fact, as I continued to feminize him, he began to look more feminine that the real women I had met, when I was at the "L" party. And I had to admit, it was turning me on. The more feminine he became, the more attracted to him I felt. I started to call him "Brandi" instead of Bobby, and he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he liked that I was calling him by a girl's name. The more feminine I made him, the more he liked it.

"I'm going to turn you into a girl" I said. "I'm going to make you feel what its like to be a woman."

"Oh yes, please!" he said, his eyes closing as he shuddered with pleasure.

I knew just what to say: I had imagined becoming a woman so many times that it was easy for me to think up things that would fill his mind with pleasure. I kept telling him he was a girl now. And the more I did that, the more turned on I was. It was as of I was living out my old fantasy of a gorgeous woman feminizing me. Only now, I was that woman. I wasn't even thinking. I just reached out, pulled 'Brandi' close to me, and gave 'her' a kiss on 'her' glossy pink lips.

When I did that, I just melted. To my eyes, it looked like I was kissing a woman. She felt like a woman in my arms. The only thing was that Brandi was now getting very hard. She wanted me. And I wanted her.

In the back of my mind, I guess I was thinking of how it felt inserting my realistic dildo into my pussy every night. Here was a real one now, ready to enter me. As I had masturbated myself every night, I had always imagined that it wasn't my own hand, but another woman doing it to me. Now I had a feminine creature in my arms, kissing me, touching me, turning me on.

It was a blur almost as I pulled up Brandi's skirt, and pulled down her pantyhose. Then I removed her panties. She was so hard, and so ready to enter me. I was all wet. She laid down on the bed for me, and I mounted her on the top.

"You're a woman now" I said. "You are a girl. You are female. Every moment that passes, your mind and your body become more and more feminine. You can't help it any longer. You are becoming a woman."

As I pushed myself up and down on Brandi's nice hard penis, I found just the right angle to stimulate my clit. I couldn't talk anymore, as I started to moan and then to squeal with delight as I climaxed. I felt a warm splash as Brandi came too. I collapsed on top of her, not wanting to let her penis out of my vagina. I felt it get smaller and smaller as she lost her erection. Finally, it slipped out.

"Wow" said Brandi.

"Wow" I replied as I smiled, then kissed her.

 

* * *

 

After that, Brandi and I started dating. I saw her all the time. I helped her find a good wig, and bit by bit I improved her feminine appearance. I finally felt like I had something that was missing from my whole life: love. Yes, we were falling in love. A couple of times a week, we'd go all the way and have sex, with me always being on top. One time I used my dildo to toy her, but she didn't really take to being penetrated, so I didn't go any further down that road. But once I did get her to toy me in both my pussy and my rear. Wow, that was a lot of stimulation!

Brandi was also very eager and willing to go down on me. I'd luxuriate in the sensations and orgasms as she did that, before she'd go into me. She loved doing it that way, and I loved receiving it! She never asked me to go down on her, which was a relief. I didn't really want to suck on a penis, but I would have if she asked me, just because she was so good to me.

You may notice that I refer to Brandi as 'her'. Although she was in a man's body, I really did think of her as a woman. After I helped improve her looks, she would arrive at my place already transformed into her feminine persona. We'd go out that way. She wasn't afraid to be a woman in public, which was something I never had the nerve to do back when I was like her!

 

* * *

 

A couple of months after we started dating full time, I had something happen that jolted me. I had a date circled on my calendar, so I knew it was time for my period to begin. I wore the panty liners as I usually did, and I had my tampons at the ready for when I started flowing. But three days later, nothing happened.

Of course I immediately knew what might be going on. I ran out to the pharmacy, and bought a home pregnancy test. It felt like torture waiting for the results! When it was at last time, I looked at the color indicator. It was blue. I felt a shock go through my system. I was pregnant.

"Brandi, get over here at once" I said. "I really need to talk to you about something."

"Sure thing Laurie" she replied. "Let me get dressed up, and I'll be there in an hour."

"No" I said. "I don't care if you're just wearing a brown paper bag. Get over here now. I need you."

"I'll be right there" she said.

Fifteen minutes later, Brandi arrived, dressed as a man. I hadn't seen her look that way for quite some time. She rushed over to me, gave me a hug, and asked what was the matter.

"Brandi" I said, getting right to the point. "We're pregnant."

Her face showed shock at first, then disbelief. Of course I had been stupid. I hadn't planned to start having a sexual relationship with a man. And we had not taken any precautions. I had been so caught up with being swept off my feet that I didn't even thing of going to my ob/gyn to get a prescription for birth control pills. And now I was facing the consequences. I was going to have a baby.

"Laurie," said Brandi, "I want you to know that I'm going to take full responsibility. I'll do whatever you need, support you financially, or whatever you want."

I had an idea pop into my head. One that would have been shocking to think of, just a few months before.

"Brandi" I said, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" she replied. I stood up and we kissed, even though she still looked like a man.

We sat on the couch, and within an hour we had our plans together. We would have a small ceremony on a Saturday, 4 weeks into the future. Brandi would dress in a tux, so we could stand in front of our family and friends as a man and wife. After we left for the honeymoon, Brandi would never again go around in male clothes. She would commit to being a woman for the rest of her life.

There was a lot of work to do. We both started right away with the many tasks before us.

 

* * *

 

When I saw myself in the mirror wearing my wedding gown at the fitting, I actually cried a tear as the tiara was placed on my head. I had picked out one with a basque, a full skirt, a train, and white gloves. I looked like a princess in white, and I was stunned at how I looked. I couldn't believe that it was me in the mirror!

I hadn't realized just how much wedding gowns and accessories cost. I had a few extra things to buy, and there was quite a bill! But it was worth it, seeing myself like that. It made me feel so special. I couldn't wait to wear the gown at the wedding, so I could feel that way again! It was like I had just had the ultimate feminine moment, seeing myself like that. It was magic.

When the four weeks had passed, we had everything ready. I had a couple of the girls from the office as my maids of honor, and they had thrown me a fun bachelorette party the weekend before. I stood there waiting to march down the aisle, as they walked ahead of me, took one of the groomsmen by the arm, and walked to the front.

When the wedding director pointed to me, it was time to go. I was in full makeup, professionally done. I had a French manicure, and my hair done up professionally as well. I held a fragrant bouquet of flowers with both my hands, and I felt butterflies in my stomach as I took the first step forward. As I entered the room, the music changed to "Here Comes the Bride", and every head turned towards me. I heard "ooh" and "wow", and gasps as they got a look at me in my gown. I felt like I was floating on air! I was the bride, and I could not imagine ever looking better than I did at that moment, or feeling more feminine.

It was a blur as I walked up to the altar, where Brandi was pretending to be "Bobby", one last time. He did look good in his tux, but only I knew that underneath he was in the same lingerie that I had on. I was smiling as I took my place beside 'him', and the ceremony started. Everything whirred by so quickly, that it seemed like just moments later when I heard the words "You may now kiss the bride".

I had a ring on my finger now. I was a married woman. Everyone cheered as we walked back up the aisle as husband and wife. We rode in a rented limousine to the party, which went on for hours into the night. In a way I didn't want for it to end, but I was also glad when we got to our hotel room, after we had departed.

Once we were in our room, the real fun began. I undressed 'Bobby', until he was down to his white lingerie. I had already put things in our room to prepare for this moment.

"From this moment on, you will never again be a man" I said, as I slipped the breast forms into his bra. "Soon, you won't need these anymore. I'm going to help you get real boobs. I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon lined up when we get back from our honeymoon. By this time next month, you're going to have real boobs of your own."

I then put long fake acrylic nails onto Brandi's fingers. "Soon, you won't need these either. You're going to grow your nails long for me, so we can give each other manicures."

I put him into his good wig, and told him that he was going to grow his real hair long too. "There is no need to pretend you're a man anymore. I'm going to pluck your eyebrows now. You are never going to look like a man again."

When that was done, it was time for the real surprise. I had hunted through several secondhand stores, until I had found something very special for Brandi: a wedding gown with a similar design to mine! Being used, it cost a fraction of the price, and she had no idea that I had bought it for her. I helped her into it, then gave her a pair of gloves that went up to the elbows as mine did.

I did her makeup, and after adding a few accessories, she was dressed almost like me. I put a veil on her, pulled back as was mine. We were now both standing there, holding each other's hands, dressed as brides. I took out my digital camera, and set it on a tripod. There was a timer setting where I could push the button, then wait twenty seconds before it would go off. We took our real wedding pictures then, both of us brides together.

We made love together, both of us still in our wedding dresses. I felt like I was some perfect princess, and I was now married to another princess who was almost as beautiful as I was.

"You're going to live the rest of our life as a woman" I said, as I rode Brandi's hard dick. "When we go home, we'll throw out all of your male clothes, which you'll never need again. From this day forward, you're always going to be in skirts and dresses."

"I love you" said Brandi.

"And I love you" I said, as I felt an orgasm start to blossom within me.

I didn't want that night to end! We made love twice, plus Brandi went down on me one more time. I felt a sadness as I removed my gown, when we were both finally exhausted and ready to go to sleep in our matching nighties. We slept together, in each others arms, and we were both so happy to be united as one now!

 

* * *

 

The next morning, I had another surprise for Brandi. I had purchased a gaff, which was a realistic looking fake pussy that we could put over her penis to hide it. It took a few minutes to figure it out and to get it fastened properly, but we both loved the results. Between that and the breast forms, it made her look female, even when just in her bra and panties.

We headed off for our honeymoon together. I had booked the room under the names Laurie and Brandi. Since we had the same last name now, everyone would assume that we were sisters. But we weren't: we were wife and wife. We spent our time walking on deserted beaches together, me in my new tankini, and Brandi in a one-piece, wearing her gaff and breast forms. We rode horses. We played tennis in our cute little white outfits. And we spent hour after hour exploring each others bodies, making love again and again until we were exhausted.

I was totally in love, and I had never been so happy in all my life.

 

* * *

 

After we got back, we had to settle down into a new life together. Brandi sold her house and her furniture, then gave all of her male clothes away to charity for the poor. She moved in with me, and right away we began her transition into full womanhood. She loved the boobs the doctor was able to create for her with the implants, although her chest was very sore for weeks and weeks. She started going to laser hair removal sessions, so she'd never have to shave her face again.

Meanwhile, I started to show a little bit, and I had to start shopping for maternity clothes, so I'd have something to wear as my baby started to grow inside me. I thought I'd be horrified as my belly started to swell up and I lost my perfect figure. But that didn't happen. It must have been all the female hormones my body produced, but somehow it didn't bother me as I got bigger and bigger. I become more and more excited about my baby, and Brandi kept kidding me about how my nesting instinct was so strong, as I prepared a room for the baby.

I did feel cumbersome towards the end, and it was a relief in a way when I had my first contractions and went into labor. It was painful and long, and I was covered in sweat when at last I was able to push one last time. I heard a crying noise.

"Congratulations, its a girl" said the doctor, as she handed me my new baby. I cried. She was so beautiful!

"Rose" I said. "Her name is Rose."

"Yes" said Brandi, who was holding my hand.

 

 

We finally went home after I had recovered, and my life was changed forever. I nursed Rose, breast feeding her. I loved watching her grow up from a tiny little baby to a toddler, then to a girl. Brandi and I did all the things with her that we had both wished we could have done when we were young. It was almost as if I was able to live out the girlhood I never had, through Rose.

 

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One day, Brandi and I were laying in bed. Rose just had her first period, and I had told her that she was becoming a woman. Brandi told me how it reminded her about back when we had first starting dating each other. Back before her operations and hormone treatments had transformed her into a real woman. I stroked the hair above her pussy as we laid there naked in bed.

"I never told you this" she said, "But one day, a few months before I met you, I threw a coin into a fountain, and made a wish."

"What did you wish for, my love?" I asked.

"I wished that I could find a woman who truly understood me, and how I felt. I wished that I could find her, and that she could help me become like her. Today, with Rose beginning to become a woman, I thought about that moment. You are my wish come true Laurie. I love you."

"And I love you too" I said, as I leaned over and kissed her.

 

As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder. I had wished I could be a woman, and that I could have a woman who loved me. I had my wish now too. But what if Brandi's wish had been the things that started this all? Where else could she find a woman who knew exactly how she felt, and who would feel such a connection to her? Maybe it had been her wish in the first place that had transformed me! I hoped it was. That meant we were destined for each other.

I had the perfect life now. I was a beautiful woman. I had a wonderful wife. I had a beautiful daughter, who was herself starting to become a woman. My life was filled with femininity and love. I sighed as I gave a prayer of thanks. I felt so happy that once again, I cried.

 

The End

  

  

  

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