Harmony

by Jennifer White

  

Jeff had always wished that he was born a woman. More than once, even at age 7, his parents had to spank him for wanting to wear his sister's clothes. As he sexually matured, he was more and more sure that he wanted to be a woman. He was physically attracted to them, but more than anything, he wanted to be one of them.

At home, he cross-dressed whenever he could get away with it. He subscribed to women's magazines, and read them instead of the sports papers that the other guys were into. Instead of watching football, he was happier watching the fashion channel. He was strongly considering having a gender reassignment surgery, but it pained him that it wasn't *real*. They might give him breasts and a fake vagina, but it wasn't the same as *being* a real woman. He would never be a mommy. He wouldn't ever have a period. He wished he was a real woman. He prayed for it every night.

* * *

 

Harmony was a special woman. When she was just a girl, she started to discover her powers. When she was at girl scout camp, she found a raccoon that some boy had shot with a BB gun. It was clearly in pain, and had a bad leg which looked infected. Harmony had made a wish, and was amazed to see that right in front of her eyes, the raccoon heeled! It came up to her and rubbed against her leg like a dog, then ran happily back into the woods.

Over they years, she was able to learn the full extent of her powers, and control them. She called herself a 'witch' in her mind, but she didn't know where these powers actually came from. All she knew was that she had better use them only for good, and that she should be discrete about it.

* * *

 

One day, Jeff and Harmony's paths crossed. Jeff was on a camping trip, with some friends of his. They were all married couples, but he was alone. At one point, the guys had all gone off to gather some firewood, and buy some beer back in town. He stayed with the girls, and talked to them. He loved being with just the girls. It made him feel sort of like he was one of them. But of course, they were all married women, and they all wanted to keep some distance between themselves and Jeff. So he was never really accepted.

After a while, he felt sad. He felt so left out! His mind turned to his usual thoughts, that he wished he was one of *them*. A woman. A girl. He sadly took off by himself for a walk in the woods. As he walked, he thought of all the feminine things he wanted to do. He felt so hurt inside! He sat down under an old oak tree, and began to cry.

 

Harmony was taking her daily walk through the woods. She lived close to the state park, and enjoyed walking through the forest paths. She would gather wild mushrooms and herbs, which she had learned to use in spells that she would cast. She would enjoy the company of the wild animals. She had learned their ways of communication, and she could learn much from them.

But as she walked, she suddenly sensed pain. Ever since her incident with the raccoon, she was able to sense pain in another living being, if it was great enough. She moved through the forest, away from the path through the ferns and the maples, and over to the clearing across the meadow where the oak trees started.

 

Harmony felt the pain coming from the old oak tree. She wondered if it would be a squirrel, or a chipmunk. She was very surprised when she saw Jeff. He was crying, and in such pain inside! She just had to help him.

"Hello there" she said.

Jeff was startled. He didn't want someone to see him cry. That was why he wandered off on his own.

"What's the matter?" said Harmony.

Jeff wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Its nothing" he said, but that made him feel bad. It was a *masculine* response. He longed to open up his heart and tell her everything. But how could a man, even one who wished he was a woman, just come right out and say that to a stranger?

"You have a wish deep in your heart" said Harmony, closing her eyes and concentrating on the feelings flowing out of Jeff. "A deep longing which you have never been able to fulfill. You are dissatisfied with yourself..."

Jeff looked up in amazement. This young woman was reading him like a book. He suddenly had such an urge to open up to her, and tell her everything! He just sensed that she was a friend, and she would help.

"I should never have been born as a male" he said. "I should have been a woman."

She looked down at him, not with pity, not with disgust, but with love and understanding. Just the look in her eyes made him more comfortable, so he told her more.

"Ever since I was young, I wanted to be a girl. I would give anything! What can I do?"

 

Harmony sat down beside him.

"Oh Jeff, you ask something quite difficult. Are you really sure about this? I mean, if you were a woman, it would not be exactly what you think. Just because you become a woman, that won't make you happy. You have to find your way through life, and whether you're a woman or a man, the basic things which bring happiness and contentment are the same."

"Yes, but I'm not meant to be a man. I wish I was a woman."

"Look at me Jeff. I want to heal your pain. But I again urge you to reconsider. I don't think that you really *want* to be female. I think you are just so attracted to women, but they reject you, so you have a coping mechanism of wanting to be one. You like pretty clothes, don't you? But that doesn't make you a woman any more than a woman wearing a suit and tie would be a man. Don't do this for the clothes. Don't do this unless you really really mean it in your heart of hearts."

"If you can really feel my pain, you know that it is all I want" he said.

"All right, but don't come back to me and complain if you cannot handle it. Being a woman is not what you think it is going to be."

"I'm not afraid" he said.

Harmony shook her head. He was determined. She hoped that she was doing the right thing for him. Perhaps she should make him fall in love with a woman who he could worship and adore. But no, he wanted this from his own free will.

She felt her inner self resonate with his wish. She wished it were true too, to help ease his pain. She envisioned Jeff as a woman.

"What sort of woman would you be? Describe yourself."

"I would be 5 foot 8, with long sandy blond hair. I would be very athletic, but not muscular. I would be very pretty, but perhaps not like a model. I would have 38D breasts, with large nipples. I would have a soft pretty voice. I would have long thin fingers and petite feet. I would have nice wide birthing hips, giving me ideal curves. And I would have deep blue alluring eyes."

"All that is very superficial" said Harmony.

"But that is what I imagine myself to be" replied Jeff.

"The so be it" said Harmony, imaging Jeff's pain being eased, but having him become the woman he just described.

 

Jeff kept looking at Harmony, her eyes closed in intense concentration. Her face was peaceful and calm. He felt the calmness flow from her to him, and his racing heart calmed. His fear and his pain diminished second by second, and he was filled with a sense or serenity and peace.

Jeff reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes. Hair! He had long blond hair! This was impossible! As he brushed it away, he saw his hands! They were small, with fine long thin fingers. The nails at the end were nicely shaped, and painted his favorite color of red.

He looked down, and saw them. His breasts! Just as he had always wished for! He had never imagined that they would be so big when he actually felt them on his chest. He had breasts! He felt below to his crotch. He couldn't stop smiling. It was gone! He was female now! He felt such joy welling up within him!

 

"Your name will be Joy now, in recognition of how you feel" said Harmony.

"Oh thank you! Thank you! What can I ever do to repay you?" asked Joy. She was crying now, but they were tears of joy. In more ways than one!

"You can live a full and happy life" said Harmony. "And you must never tell anyone about me."

"I will. I promise. Please, you never told me your name."

"Harmony" she said.

Joy stepped forward and gave Harmony a hug.

 

"Now Joy, you will have to do some things right away. Take this purse. You will find inside a driver's license with your new name, and some money. You have a credit card. Your bank account as Jeff has been converted over to one for Joy. But you'll need to go out and get a job. And an apartment. You can't ever tell anyone that you used to be Jeff. You can't go back to your old apartment, or see your old friends. You have a new life now, but I can't allow anyone other than those I help know what I really am. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Oh thank you Harmony! Today is the best day of my life!"

* * *

 

Joy was dressed in women's jeans, boots, and a sweatshirt. She started walking down the forest path, and discovered a bicycle. It had a note on it reading "For Joy". She got on, and rode it into town. She was fascinated at the way her new body moved! How the way she perceived the world was different! It was all different! She was so happy, so excited!

 

An hour later, she rolled into town. Harmony had told her to go get a job and a place to stay. She knew that above the hardware store, they were letting out apartments. So she went on up, and asked to speak to someone about a room.

The manager made a phone call, and in a few minutes, another man named Adam arrived. While she was waiting, Joy felt uncomfortable with the manager. She looked at his face, but his eyes were focused on her breasts. She turned to look behind her, but she was sure that he was staring at her butt. She turned back to him, and his eyes were still everywhere but her face. She wasn't used to being scoped out like a piece of meat or something! It made her feel upset inside.

She wasn't used to how an emotion could come on so quickly, or feel so strong! This would take some getting used to! She was relived when Adam showed up to take her upstairs, but immediately, he turned out to be as bad as the manager.

"Well well, what do we have here?" he said, even whistling!

"This is Joy" said the manager.

"She is quite a joy to behold" said Adam. Joy was wondering if Harmony had picked a good name or not. She loved having a very feminine name, but these jokes were going to get old quick!

"I'd like to see the room please" she said to Adam, trying to be polite. She would liked to have said "Quit staring at my boobs!", but she wanted the room, and didn't think that would be a good start to her relationship with her landlord.

She did like it that the door was help open for her as she walked in, and that at least Adam treated her like a lady. He showed her the room, which was very suitable for her needs. It included a dress, a bed, and a soft with coffee table. So she didn't even need to buy her own furniture! The rent was in the right price range, so she wanted it. But she couldn't help but notice how his eyes were glued to her body again. When she was a man, she didn't stare like that, did she? It made her feel so uncomfortable!

"I'll take it" she said.

"I'll need $150 deposit" said Adam. She looked through her purse, and found $500 in fifties. She handed Adam the money, and shook his hand.

"I'll have the lease papers ready for you to sign in a few minutes" he said as they walked back downstairs. She waited patiently, looking through the hunting magazine in the office. Boring! She wanted to read Cosmo or something educational. She would have to stop at the bookstore and get something good to read!

Adam arrived with the papers, which she signed. She admired hew new fancy writing. Nothing like her old scribbled mess. Now she wrote in large flowing letters. very arty.

 

"Thanks Ma'am, all set. Here's the keys" said Adam.

Joy felt so excited to be called "Ma'am"! She smiled.

* * *

 

Joy went across the street to do some clothes shopping. She wanted so many thing that she had dreamed of wearing! She bought three bras, four packs of panties, pantyhose, three skirts, Capri pants, lots of tops, two dresses, and a sweater.

The clerk rang up the purchases at the counter, and Joy gulped when she saw the final total. How could these things cost so much? But she needed it all, so what could she do? It was upsetting to learn how much they charged for cute clothes! And it seemed like the less fabric on the clothes, the more it cost! What was the fairness in that? Or if a men's shirt cost $20, the same thing for women cost at least twice was much. She gritted her teeth and signed the credit card receipt.

 

She dropped off that load, then went to the sports store down the street. She bought a running outfit, workout clothes, a leotard, three sports bras, and the one thing she had most eagerly wished she could wear: a string bikini. She had looked at magazines time and time again, wishing that she could look like the models. Or *be* one of them. Now she had her own yellow bikini! She would go to the beach that afternoon, and try it out.

* * *

 

When she got back to her apartment, she found Adam carrying a cardboard box up the steps, and into her room.

"Your girlfriend dropped these off. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in to deliver them" he said.

"Of course not. Thank you Adam" said Joy. He tipped his cap to her, and she felt so special.

 

When he left, she opened the boxes it. Inside was a note from Harmony.

 

Dear Joy,

I put together a few things that you will be needing which you might not

have thought to gather for yourself. I bet you're out getting some cool clothes

right now! Don't forget the shoes. I just love shoes, and I'm sure you will

too. Enjoy!

 

Harmony.

 

Joy looked through the boxes, and unpacked all of the things that Harmony had thoughtfully gathered for her. Bed sheets. Tablecloths. Utensils. Jane Austin books. Frilly decorations for the tables. A blow drier. Nail polish in her color, along with files and nail clippers. And lots of little things she hadn't thought about, like makeup, shampoo, and conditioner.

There was even a beach towel, which she placed on the couch. She tore the tags off her new bikini, put it on, and headed for the beach on her bicycle!

* * *

 

Joy realized that she might have made a mistake as the bikini bottom was riding up on her butt as she rode through town. A bikini looked cool, but it wasn't made for biking! She reached the beach, and parked the bike. She also didn't like how much her breasts bounced as she walked. The bikini just didn't have enough support! She would have to buy something better next time. She ran through the hot sand, and dove into the cool sparking water.

If she thought that she was getting stares at the hardware store, it was much worse now. Every male at the beach was staring at her chest. There was a lot of skin exposed, and you could see a lot of her breasts. The little triangles of the bikini bra suddenly felt small, and she felt almost naked in front of all the people.

Making matters worse, her large nipples showed right through. They stuck out distinctly, and you could see the outline. Next time, she would get a thicker top, or one with a darker color. But when this one was wet, her nipples showed!

Then there were the straps. She never had breasts before, let alone the large ones which she now had. They filled the cups of the bikini top, and their weight pulled down. This caused the straps over her shoulders to dig in. She was relived when she was able to lay on her towel, and take the weight off of her shoulders. Perhaps she should have asked for smaller breasts. She had no idea what having large ones meant to a woman.

* * *

 

When she got back to her apartment, Joy found out another problem. She had long beautiful flowing hair, but after getting all we with saltwater, it looked like a mess now. And she had no idea how to care for it. She took a shower and shampooed, but she didn't have any conditioner. She didn't know how to work the blow dryer. She didn't know how to style it, or to use hairspray or mousse. The result: tangled matted hair. She was frustrated, and decided to go get her hair cut and styled.

She had always wanted to go to a beauty salon, so she was excited to get there. She loved being pampered as they did her fingernails, then toenails (along with a foot and ankle massage). She chatted with everyone as they worked on her hair, trimming and styling it. She had highlights added too. She loved every moment of it, except at the end when she found out how much it all cost! As a man, she had been able to get a haircut for $15 or less most of the time. But for a woman...they really upped the charges! She felt like she was getting ripped off, but she knew that it was the same that every other woman in the place was paying.

She got over her embarrassment, and asked her stylist what she recommended in terms of keeping the hair nicely styled, and keeping it from getting so out of control. The stylist recommended a conditioner, and a few techniques to try. She bought two bottles of the conditioner, and again was amazed at the prices! But she just grinned and beared it. Being a real woman was worth the price.

* * *

 

Joy knew that she was going to need a good job soon to pay for all these things she was buying. So she next set out for another clothes store. She wanted to get a couple of nice business suits. One with pants, and one with a skirt. After she tried them on though, she liked the ones with skirts so much better that she ended up buying two of them.

And of course, a new suit required accessories. A belt. A scarf. A hat. An umbrella. A new purse. And most of all: shoes. She didn't have nearly enough shoes, and she really wanted to buy every pair she saw. But she limited herself to five new pairs: sandals, flats, pumps, wedges, and an opened to shoe with a small heel which seemed perfect for work.

She took her goodies home, along with the newspaper she bought. She looked through the help wanted ads, and decided that she could get a job with her old company! They were hiring, needing skills very similar to what she used to do when she was Jeff.

Wearing her nicest new suit, set off with carefully chosen accessories and just the right "business-like" amount of makeup, she marched in and filled out an application. Frank Gullic, the personnel manager glanced through it, and directed her to sit in the interview room. A man came out who she recognized as the department manager. She thought it was funny that she knew so much about him, but he had no idea that she used to be Jeff. She would tailor her answers to match his expectations. She would ace the interview.

Of course, as Jeff, she never had to deal with Frank staring at her breasts. He almost seemed to drool when he thought of this gorgeous woman working in his department. She just smiled sweetly, and hoped to use her looks to help get her the job. She was surprised that the questions he asked weren't very hard, or technical. They were all high level and general, as if he didn't think she could really understand a hard job. In fact, with her blond hair, many men had treated her as if she was dumb. She didn't like that very much, and it really bothered her that Frank was patronizing her like this.

Finally, he looked up at her and smiled.

"My dear, we have an opening for you. You will be quite a set of assets to the company."

"Excuse me?" she said, wondering how he could refer to her breasts like that.

"What? You'll be quite an asset to the company. What's wrong with that?"

She decided to let his slip go. She nodded.

"Here is the salary you'll start at" he said, handing over a piece of paper to her.

The paper had a number written on it. She could not believe it! Four years ago, as Jeff, she had started on the job making $40,000 a year. With raises and bonus, Jeff was up to $55,000 each year. But now he was only offering her $35,000! Less than Jeff had made four years ago! It was an insult!

She had read where women made less money than men did for doing the same work, but she never believed it. Now she saw it in person, and she was astonished. But what choice did she have? She needed the work. She could become a waitress, but she didn't think she could pull in that kind of money. So she was almost forced to take the job.

She sweetly thanked him, and asked when she would report for work.

"Tomorrow morning, 8:00 sharp" he said.

He was almost drooling, thinking of working with this sweet young goddess every day. He wanted to get into her panties right then and there, but he knew it would be trouble. But he smiled. He would win her over sooner or later. Yes, after spending some time with him, she would be wanting him so much that they'd be doing it on his desk at lunchtime. He would see to it.

* * *

 

Joy went home, and discovered that she had enough dirty clothes now that she needed to do the wash. She put in a load of whites, then went to turn on the television. She wanted to rest and relax after such a stressful day. Her emotions were running high, and she had yelled at a bad driver on the road when she returned to her apartment. That wasn't like her at all! Her emotions were so wild that it was like she was on edge, ready to snap at any minute. She didn't like it, not one little bit.

She turned to E! entertainment TV, and watched the celebrity bios they were running. As she sat and relaxed, she suddenly felt something. Pain! Overwhelming pain! It went on for a few seconds, then it suddenly stopped. What the hell was that? A few minutes later, it hit again. It was like...cramps. Oh no. If she was having cramps, then that would mean....

She ran to the bathroom, took off her skirt, and pulled down her panties. The red spot in the middle of them confirmed it. She was having her period.

That would explain the edginess, and the high emotions. And the cramps, which hit her again. She looked in the cabinet, but she didn't have anything to take for cramps. She didn't have any pads or tampons either. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to run out to the store, but she had no choice.

She put her clothes back on, with several pieces of tissue in her panties to protect them until she could get something in there. Wave after wave of cramps hit her, and the pain felt like a knife going all the way though her back. She gritted her teeth, and fixed up her hair a little. She couldn't go out in public looking like that.

As she got ready to head out the door, the washer buzzed. She took the clothes out, put them in the dryer, set it for 45 minutes, and headed to the store.

 

Once at the pharmacy, she was shocked when she looked at the wall of products. There were maxipads, thin pads, pads with wings, pads of all shapes and sizes! And there were box after box of tampons too. Ones with applicators, ones without, so many choices! She had no idea what she needed, so she pretended to comparison shop, and watched what other women were buying.

"I've been thinking of trying those" she said to a woman who picked up a box of tampons.

"I switched to these, and I'd never go back" she replied. "I'd recommend them to a friend"

"Sold!" said Joy.

At least being a woman, you could just talk to another women, and the bonds of sisterhood were there. A guy can't just talk to another guy and ask him what he thought about some intimate product. She smiled and was going to say thanks, but another wave of cramps hit her.

"Oh dear, are you cramping?" said the woman.

"Yes" she managed to reply weakly.

"Come with me" she said. Joy followed her.

The woman pulled a bottle of pills off the shelf.

"I've been using these lately, and they really help" she said.

"Oh thank you so much. You are so kind" said Joy.

"Don't mention it" said the woman, who went about her shopping.

Joy went to the counter, and paid for the pills and the tampons. She got home as quickly as possible, cleaned up the mess in her crotch, and followed the instructions to insert the tampon. She really hated the smell that was coming from her. She had no idea a period was like this at all! And she was going to have to go through this every month?

"I don't think so" she said. She would call the doctor first thing tomorrow, and get on 'the pill'. She knew that taking the right birth control pill would make her body think it was pregnant, and she wouldn't have a huge period every month.

She took two of the pills, and wanted to just go to sleep.

 

But then she realized: the wash was still in the dryer, and needed to be put away. She went in, opened the door, and was upset at what she saw.

As a man, most of Jeff's clothes had been the kind that you just throw in the dryer for an hour, and pull them out. But these women's clothes were so different! With the fabrics they were made from, most of her clothes were not meant for the dryer, and especially not on the 'hot' setting.

Some of the clothes shrunk, and were way too small for her now. Some of them were frayed from the dryer cycle. She was in tears as she looked at the shape of her blouse. She didn't know enough to realize that some of them could be dried for a few minutes, but needed to be pulled out right away. Or other ones needed to air dry, or dry clean only.

It was a hard lesson to learn. She would need to replace the things she ruined, and her she was getting low on money! She cried herself to sleep.

* * *

 

In the morning, the alarm clock went off at 7:00am. She jumped up, took a shower, dried her hair, put in a new tampon, took her Midol, put on her bra, panties and pantyhose, picked out a nice skirt and top, styled her hair, put on her makeup, and her perfume.

Next, she went downstairs to get some breakfast, but when she looked at the clock it was 7:55! No way! How had it taken almost a whole hour just to get ready? As Jeff, she had been able to do it in 20 minutes, tops. But even rushing, it had taken an hour to get ready.

 

When she did arrive at work, the boss was upset.

"The first day, and you're late?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realized how long it would take with rush hour traffic" she fibbed.

"All right, but don't let it happen again" he scolded.

Joy was surprised the first day about a few things. She was prepared by now for being ogled by all the men, with their wolfish expressions. That didn't phase her anymore. But the women! Some of them treated her kindly, as she would expect. But some of them were downright mean. For example, the cute secretary. She seemed to think that Joy was 'muscling in' to her turf, and was going to try to take away the man she was after. She was rude and mean to Joy.

Another surprise was that in this day and age, you would think that sex discrimination was a thing of the past. Yet, she had one man pat her on the butt. She turned around, but she couldn't tell who did it. The three men together looked at her over their shoulders, and laughed amongst themselves. She remembered their faces for future reference.

Another incident happened when she went to get a desk assigned.

"I'm sorry Miss, but the secretaries have to go to department 3J to get their assignments."

"I'm not a secretary" she said, handing her credentials to him.

"Oh sorry miss. We don't get too many women in your field"

He had assumed that just because she was a pretty woman, that she must be a secretary! As if women couldn't think or do any job they wanted to!

 

And so it went. By the end of the day, Joy was even more upset at the way she had been treated. She went to see a doctor, to get a prescription for birth control. Because most regular doctors only worked 9-5, and she couldn't afford to take time off from work yet, she had to go to a women's clinic.

"Please don't kill your baby!" said a man as she walked from her car to the clinic.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"Don't kill your baby!" he said, getting in her face. There were several protesters, and they swarmed over to her.

"The commit murder in there" said one man with fanatical zeal.

"I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm not pregnant" she said defensively.

But they wouldn't lay off of her. She could not believe that a *man* would have anything to say about the subject. What did they know? And not only did they harass her going in, but on the way out as well.

 

By the time Joy went home, her emotions still high from her period, and collapsed on the couch. She started to cry. This was hard! She never imagined that being a woman would be like this! She thought it would be all dressing up, laying at the beach, being pretty, and having fun. She didn't know if she could handle this, and it hadn't even been a full week!

She regretted her wish at that moment. She couldn't do this! She began to cry.

 

There was a knock at the door. She went to open it. In walked the woman from the supermarket.

"How do you know where I live?" asked Joy.

As she looked at the woman, her face began to change. Joy gaped in amazement as the women's looks completely shifted, until she realized that she was staring at Harmony.

"Harmony! It's you!"

"Yes. I've been watching you, trying to help you."

"You put me in a hard situation! You're trying to show me all of the downside to being a woman, aren't you!" she said angrily.

"No! I changed you as you wished. I've been trying to help you when I could. You are just going through the things that *every* woman has to deal with. You are no different from any other woman out there."

"I'm sorry I ever wished I was a woman" said Joy, her head bowed down.

"That's too bad, because you're not going back" said Harmony. "It was a huge undertaking to bring you over to the feminine side, and I cannot bring you back. You are a woman now, and for the rest of your life. You had better get used to it."

"No!" said Joy.

"Listen to me" said Harmony. Joy looked into her eyes. "You are a woman! A woman! You! You must fully accept it. You must allow femininity to fill your soul. Once you truly accept your womanhood, you will find that your problems will diminish, and you will be able to enjoy life."

"I don't understand. What more can I do?"

"So far, you have focused on the superficial things about being a woman. Clothes. Makeup. Shoes. Yes, those are fun and good things, but they don't make you a woman. No, I am talking about inside you. Your true emotions. Your true inner female self. You must allow it to awaken, and allow yourself to become her."

"How can I do that?" said Joy weakly.

"Your female body has different urges than your old male body. You must allow them to surface. Today you saw a baby, but you felt nothing! You must allow your nurturing instinct to rise to the surface. when you saw the baby, you should have felt a pang inside, wanting to care for it, nurture it, love it. But you felt nothing."

Joy nodded.

"Or your new sexual self. You saw many attractive men today, but not once did you look at any of them, scope them out, or allow yourself to feel the natural attraction between a man and a woman."

"I'm not ready for that!" said Joy.

"Yes you are. Once you allow yourself to be attracted, find a man, and make love to him, your inner woman will be completely awoken. It is only after you make love to a man that you will truly be your female self. That is your mission. You must go out, find yourself a man, and make love."

Harmony was morphing back into the woman who Joy had met in the store. She took her leave, and walked out into the night.

Joy undressed, and got ready for bed. She was frightened. She had never really thought about being a woman, and having sex with a man. But that was her mission now. If she didn't do it, she would be stuck in her current 'in between' state, where she was female in body, but partly male in spirit. She didn't know if she could do it. But her emotions were too overwhelming, and the pain. She needed to do something. Anything! She fell asleep frightened and vulnerable.

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It took Joy three days to work up the nerve to flirt with a guy at work. She was going to go after one really cute guy, but then she had a change of heart. When she had been Jeff, she had been just an ordinary, average guy. Not ugly, but not handsome. But she had been a very good person. She had known lots of men who the girls thought were handsome, but they were usually jerks. So she decided to find a nice quiet guy instead.

There was one such guy in the next department over. She made a point of saying 'hi' when she walked by, but he was too shy to reply. One day, she made an excuse to stop by his cubicle for work, and talked to him a bit. That same day, she saw him in the lunchroom line, and asked him if he'd like to talk. He of course was willing to be with such a beautiful woman, so they had lunch together.

He was one of the few guys she had met who didn't just stare at her breasts. And he treated her like a person, not like a piece of meat. She was surprised to find that she was becoming attracted to him.

Once he got over his initial shyness around her, one day he asked her out to the movies. She accepted, and had her first date. She loved being treated like a lady, having the door held open for her, being treated like she was something very special.

It was the first date, and he was very shy, so a peck on the cheek was all that they managed at the end of the evening. She actually found herself longing for more, but knew that it was best to hold back.

 

In fact, it took a month of dating before Joy and Dean had their first intimate relations. She was glad that she waited, because as every day passed, she was more and more comfortable with being a woman. She was immersed in feminine ways by now, and thoughts of having ever been a man were starting to fade from her pretty head. She had fully accepted her fate, and had allowed her feminine self to shine through. Every thought, every movement, every emotion, were purely feminine now. Femininity flowed around her, over her, and through her.

When they finally went to bed together, the act of sex didn't really matter anymore. She was completely a woman, through and through. Harmony had actually fibbed a little. It wasn't having sex that made her become a woman, it was the acceptance and preparations that did it. By the time they came together, Joy was in love. A happy, healthy, truly feminine being, forever a woman.

  

  

  

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