This is the final part of a 4 part story from my short series entitled 'Purely a Business Arrangement'.

Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2004

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Purely a Business Arrangement – Anna

by

Lorna Elizabeth Black

part 4

 

The tale continues, where the business flourishes and so do relationships.

 

The story so far-

Whether by some action instigated by myself or some plan on behalf of my landlady, I have been persuaded to completely dress in women's clothes. I can honestly say that I enjoyed the experience. My landlady, Janet, then made the proposal that I could rent a spare room as business premises but there was a catch. She said that because of criticism from her relatives about taking in a male lodger, let alone renting a room as business premises to a man, she had come up with the plan that should I now present myself as female, things could be a lot easier. 'Purely a Business Arrangement,' as she put it.

With a few hesitant moments I have embraced my new found femininity to become my new self, Anna. But now decisions have to made for the future. Although originally I thought the changes I would need to make were only part time and for the sake of appearances only, it looks like there may be more a degree of permanence about the whole arrangement, this 'Purely a Business Arrangement.'

Now Anna had 'arrived', there was no going back. This was a choice made by both of us. So now it was Anna and Janet, partners, actually lovers, lesbian lovers that is.

 

Now read on.

 

Chapter 10 – Real Changes

 

As mentioned already, I suppose, regardless of earlier plans and ideas, there is always the tendency for them to get put aside or even forgotten as time goes on and this is what happened to us, well me. Although we had talked about taking my transition further, nothing actually happened or was done about it. I lived and worked as Anna, Janet and I was a couple, a lesbian couple that is and life seemed to go on, generally good, but routine. There had to come a day when a change would occur, but rather than planning for this it came because of events out with our control, or more precisely, illness.

What seemed to a bad cold I had contracted and rather than get better, it got worse with it going on to my chest and ultimately confining me to bed. I was always hoping I would get over it without the need for a doctor but that was not to be. You see, since becoming Anna, even before as Andrew, I had never even considered registering with a local doctor's practice. So, now we, or should I, say had a crisis. Generally I was not in any condition to fight anything Janet might do because when I awoke from a fitful sleep, the first person I saw was a strange woman standing at my bedside.

"Hello Anna," she said, "I'm Doctor Elizabeth Small and I'm here because Janet is really worried about you."

I was startled and began to get agitated, but the doctor just said,

"It's alright, calm down, I know all about you and your secret is safe with me."

"I'm sorry doctor."

"Call me Elizabeth, please."

She asked me to pull down the bed covers and lift up my nightdress so that she could listen to my chest. I still had my breastforms stuck on and I was also wearing a bra and panties, so my modesty (if you could call it that) was not compromised. The doctor was able to do the necessary tests. She diagnosed a chest infection and she prescribed a course of antibiotics which she said should clear up the problem.

"Thank you," I said in a small voice.

"That's alright, but once you're better I am going to come to see you again."

"Why?"

"Because you cannot go on the way you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Because Janet told me about you and I would like to help."

I looked at Janet, who was also in the room. To be honest I felt betrayed. There was my partner, my lover, talking about our secrets behind my back to a perfect stranger. Janet was aware of the look I gave her and just said, "Sorry."

"Look, don't blame Janet," said Elizabeth. "I've known Janet for many years and we sometimes meet up for coffee but in all that time she has never told me anything about your relationship. It was only because she was really worried about your health she told me, to prepare me, if you like."

"Is this true Janet?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Then I'm sorry."

 

After Elizabeth had left and Janet had returned from the pharmacy with my prescription, I felt strong enough for Janet and I have to have a little talk about the future. Really we had been putting things off, but now Elizabeth wanted to get involved, this seemed like a good moment to find out what each of us wanted. I started by asking Janet,

"Do you want me to take things further?"

And I got a typical woman's response. She answered my question with another question.

"Do you want to take things further?"

Janet obviously wanted me to make the decision on my own and being in my weakened state with my illness, I was in no mind to stretch out the discussion any longer then I needed. So I responded very hesitantly with a yes.

"Good," she replied.

This was not the reaction I was expecting. I thought reactions like,

"I thought we were happy the way we were?" or

"Why change what we've got?"

 

Once the decision was made, Janet admitted, for the first time she wanted me to go for a full sex change. I knew, right from the start, that this was the way I wanted to go but I suppose the reason I put things off was that I was not sure of Janet's feelings on the matter. Perhaps she still wanted me as a man despite her feelings for Anna. Now she had admitted her preference, a great sense of relief came over me. This was something I had been bottling up inside me for weeks and months. You see, I simply could not risk or afford to lose Janet.

 

So the final decision was made and yes, this was certainly what I wanted and it turned out to be what Janet wanted as well.

 

My chest infection soon cleared up after the course of antibiotics and I was back to work catching up on the backlog. I was dressed in one of my usual outfits for work, a black knee length skirt, a white blouse, white lacy bra and matching panties, white full slip, black pantyhose and black two inch high heeled shoes. The usual accessories finished my ensemble. Janet happened to be in that particular day and was busy working in the kitchen. I heard the front door bell and I adopted my usual procedure when this happened. I got up quietly from my chair and quietly shut the office door and returned to my desk.

 

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Janet from the other side said,

"Anna dear, will you come downstairs for a few minutes please?"

Well, I no idea what Janet was wanting, because normally she never disturbs me when I'm working, so my curiosity was aroused. I went downstairs and into the lounge to be greeted by Janet and Elizabeth, the doctor who attended me two weeks before.

"Hello Anna," Elizabeth said, "And how are you feeling now?"

"It's nice to see you Elizabeth, and I'm feeling much better, thank you."

"Good, well I'm here, because as I said the last time, I wanted to see you again. Now first and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, I've been speaking to Janet and she told me your decision and with your permission, I want to get the wheels in motion."

This time, I didn't scowl at Janet as I had the time before, but just smiled and said,

"Everything's fine, please carry on."

Elizabeth went on to describe all the regulations that would have to be followed, the specialists, the surgeons, the costs involved and the places where the procedures could be carried out. I would have to have a psychiatric assessment done to see if I was suitable for the full transition. I knew I was suitable for the full transition. I didn't need a psychiatrist to tell me that. But these are the rules. I would have to live full time as a female for at least a year. Well, that was one test, I had already started. The one thing, Elizabeth could do to get me started on my road to being a real woman was to give me a prescription to start on my course of female hormones. Before giving me my prescription, she said she needed to examine me. I was asked to take off my blouse but I could leave my bra on while she listened to my chest. A few other tests were done including taking my blood pressure. I put my blouse back on. Having been satisfied with her examination, she wrote out my prescription and she saw I was visibly shaking as she handed it to me.

"Are you all right?" she said.

"Yes, it's just this piece of paper you've just handed to me but it feels like the greatest gift ever."

"Oh, you'll get over it fairly quickly when your chest starts to hurt as your breasts begin to bud."

"Right at his minute, I couldn't care less."

Elizabeth gave me some booklets explaining what I was likely to expect as my body changed with the hormones, information on surgeons who did Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS) and more details on the costs involved. She also said she would make the necessary arrangements for the appointments with the appropriate specialists. So now I was on my way, at last.

 

 

Chapter 11 – On My Way

 

I knew it was going to take several months before any results of the hormones would begin to show, but I could not swallow that first doze quick enough. It just felt so good, so right. I felt that something would now happen and a strange feeling of relief. I think Janet was stricter about my medication than I was. She always made sure that my medication was there at the right time and she made sure I took it. There was no way I was going to miss taking it anyway so Janet need not have worried.

 

Although I was told that the hormones might retard my beard growth, they would not stop the growth all together, so I embarked on course of electrolysis. To say it was unpleasant would be an understatement. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do. Who said beauty was going to be pain free?

 

This was now my regime, hormones, electrolysis and doctors' appointments. Elizabeth was of course correct that as my breasts began to grow, they would indeed be painful. But yet again, this was a cross I was only too willing to bear. As well as my breasts, my body began to change shape in other ways. Muscle mass gave way to more fat in certain areas. For instance, my hips became bigger and rounder. Although I never allowed any hair on my body, always making sure any that did grow were swiftly removed, well this re-growth was now much thinner as a result of the hormones.

 

Janet and I made plans for my eventual SRS and decided that I would have it done abroad, in Bangkok in fact. Because my breasts were not going to be as big as I (I mean we) would have liked, it was decided that I would have my breasts enlarged by breast implants to about a D cup at the same time. All this was done with the approval of Elizabeth who in fact made some of the arrangements on my behalf. When it came time for my operations, when final approval was given, both Janet and I would travel to Bangkok. For her it would be a holiday, for me it would the culmination of a dream come true.

 

I was able to keep on working throughout my transition period, although there were periods when there were interruptions for the various appointments I had to attend. I had no apprehension about coming and going as a woman these days, whether I was shopping or attending the hospital for my regular appointments. I was Anna now, full time.

 

When I was, at last, given the approval that my SRS could go ahead, the hospital in Bangkok was contacted to set up a suitable date for my operations. It was now on to the Internet to make the necessary travel arrangements. I was also able to put my work on hold while we were away. My excuse was that I had to go into hospital for an urgent operation, which of course was partially true.

 

Janet and I were able to spend a few days sightseeing in Bangkok before my operation was due. I probably did not appreciate the sights and sounds of the places we were visiting, to be honest, I was too preoccupied. When I attended the hospital, I met the medical team and the procedures were explained to both of us. That included the aftercare and how long full recovery would take. Further medical checks and examinations were done to ensure I was fit enough for the operation to take place. I was declared fit.

 

So there I was on a hospital trolley, in the ante room next to the operating theatre. I already had been given my pre-med and now had to wait for the anaesthetic to be administered. I was nervous and apprehensive even with the pre-med. It did go through my mind whether I was doing the right thing but that thought was soon dismissed. I knew I was doing the right thing. I was not going to back out now having come this far along the road to womanhood and I wasn't going back to being a man. I wouldn't want to go back. I've even told the surgeon, if I should die on the operating table, I want him to complete the operation anyway so that I can be buried and be remembered as a woman.

 

The anaesthetist entered the room, exchanged the usual pleasantries and told me exactly what she was about to do. As the anaesthetic was being injected into the back of my hand, I was asked to count from ten backwards.

 

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, …….."

 

Staring in the full length mirror, the reflection coming back is of a naked woman, her black hair just touching her shoulders. She is suntanned except for the marks left from where her bikini covered her. She has nice shaped firm breasts and a nice rounded figure. A wisp of hair between her legs shows the entrance to her vagina. Slowly she runs her hands over her body, tracing the shape of her curves. She smiles.

Another naked figure appears next to her and says,

"Come back to bed, Anna dear. You've all the time in the world to admire your new body."

 

The End

  

  

  

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