Sally - The New Saturday Girl

by Sally Stephanie

  

I got up and dressed earlier than usual on Thursday morning because I wanted to treat Laura to breakfast before she went to work.

From my 'options' I decided on a pale pink cap-sleeved tee-shirt with the text 'Sun Goddess' emblazoned across the bust in a darker shade of pink, a honey coloured suede knee length pencil skirt, and beige court shoes with a medium two inch block heel.

It was too hot for tights or stockings so I went 'bare-legged'.

My makeup was, I hoped, subtle and not overstated. After my visit to the makeover counter I wanted to investigate further a wider range of shades than those I'd tried so far.

For the first time I tried a pink eye shadow blended with a lilac shade. The combination worked better than I had first anticipated and I settled on a light pink lip colour in 'Shy Rose'.

For my jewellery I opted for the second pair of earrings that Georgie had treated me to, and teamed them with three matching gold bracelets on my left wrist and an ultra thin and very feminine wrist watch on my right wrist.

Laura came down dressed for work. I noticed she had fixed her hair up in a high ponytail and said I liked it better when she wore it long. She shook her head and said it was a woman's prerogative to change her hairstyle to suit her mood adding that an 'up-do' (as she called her style) is like high heels for hair as it gave you lift and instant sex appeal.

She complimented me on my efforts and asked what perfume I was wearing.

"Estee Lauder Pleasures",

I replied as I poured her fresh coffee.

"It's nice, you should wear it more often".

Her choice of breakfast was a simple slice of toast and a small bowl of cereal. I stuck to coffee and we chatted about where we would go tomorrow afternoon, what my interview might be like and the prospect of me working full time in the shop.

 

What was actually half-an-hour passed in what seemed like a fleeting moment and our girl talk was interrupted by the arrival of Georgie.

She looked as cute as ever in a stunning lilac slip dress, which shimmered in the morning sunlight. This only served to draw attention to her superb figure. A matching scarf hung casually from her shoulders and her shoes once again matched the colour of her outfit.

"Morning girls! How are we both today?" She said full of enthusiasm.

We both said we were good and I poured Georgie a glass of fresh orange juice. Georgie thanked me for the drink and sat up on one of the kitchen stools.

Laura finished her coffee and asked Georgie

"Not taking a class today Georgie?"

Georgie nodded her head

"Yes it's graduation day today, hence the expensive frock! At least it's my last day until next Monday so Sally will have my undivided attention tomorrow"

I tidied away the breakfast dishes and wondered just what my 'assignment' for the day was going to be.

Georgie opened her small handbag and placed a mobile phone on the breakfast table. As I dried my hands I noticed the telephone and joined the two women at the stools.

Georgie drew my attention to the phone and said

"This is for you Sally. I want you take carry it with you today"

I lifted the phone. From my planner it was clear that 'going out' days would be Wednesday and Friday so I asked

"What are we doing today Georgie?"

She smiled and shook her head

"Not we, you. Today Sally I want you to go out and have yourself a bit of fun."

I nodded but was not quite sure what was expected of me. I did not wish to appear slow but asked her what it was she wanted me to do?

"I want you to be yourself Sally", came the reply from Georgie.

From her handbag she handed me a small appointment card. It was from a hair and beauty salon and there was a time of one thirty written on one side, and the name Mandy on the other.

"Although I've taken the liberty of making you an appointment to get those legs waxed. Mandy's great, she does me too. And the end results will far outweigh the pain".

From my previous readings I could only image what the 'pain' would be like but the chance to ditch the razor was a big plus. As the results would last up to three weeks it didn't seem too much of a sacrifice top pay for satin smooth legs.

I thanked her for making the appointment then she told me

"While you're there you might want to make a repeat appointment for the following month. I reckon your hair will be just over the top of your shoulder by then and that's fine for styling".

Afterwards I was to spend the afternoon 'window-shopping', trying out cosmetics, and treating myself to lunch. This seemed very much the same as we had both done the previous day but Georgie was first to point out

"This big difference is that I'm not going to be there to take you round. You'll be out on your own to do what you wish".

This seemed simple enough at first and I said I would give it my best shot.

Laura agreed with Georgie that I should keep the mobile phone on just in case I ran in to any difficulty. I said that I would but then told them I had no money to pay for anything.

When Georgie handed me over two hundred pounds in cash she told me to treat it as an advance on my first full week's wages.

I took the money but felt uneasy about it. After all I had already been generously supported over the last few days. How would I manage to pay it back?

"But I already owe Miss Roberts fifty pounds from Saturday night, not to mention the six hundred she paid towards my rent"

Georgie laughed then explained that all the money I had so far been advanced would be paid back in instalments of fifty pounds a week.

Laura got up to set off for work. As she zipped shut her handbag she looked at me and teased me

"That's your first two months wages spoken for!"

Laura gave us both a girly kiss on the cheek and left for the shop.

It was now a quarter to nine and Georgie and I moved in to the lounge. She asked me if I'd tried the virtual makeover websites and I said I had. She asked me to bring some examples of what I had 'created' with my new toy so I went to the bedroom and collected the printouts I had taken from my 'makeovers'.

The makeover site allowed you to apply cosmetics against your own scanned image. You selected actual shades from the current range and Georgie said I was to save the ones I liked best.

She paid great attention to my efforts of the previous evening. Afterwards she spoke candidly

"These are quite good, some of them anyway. I'm glad you made a list of the products you used"

She gave me back two of my set of makeovers and told that I should purchase the listed cosmetics because

"You really suit those shades and there should be no bother getting them in any high street".

Georgie was pleased that I was starting to take a real interest in my appearance and I felt elated when she also said I looked particularly 'feminine' today.

"Is that pink eye shadow you're wearing today?" she asked noticing my makeup for the first time.

I nodded ands asked if it suited me? She nodded and said it was right for a girl to try new combinations.

She said it was now time for her to get to work. From her bag she handed me the spare set of keys to the flat.

"You'll need these from now on", she said with a smile.

I accompanied her to the door and she asked if I wanted a lift in to town?

"I'll tidy up here first then catch the bus".

My response delighted her. She pecked me on the cheek and said

"Good for you Sally. Don't spend too long doing housework though!"

After waving her off I returned to the lounge and made a note to set off about midday, as that would give me time to put away any clutter from the previous night. I also wanted to freshen up before I left.

Leaving the flat on my own for the first time put a spring in my step. There was only a slight breeze as I pulled the sunglasses down over my eyes and slung the handbag over my shoulder.

I had decided to carry a denim jacket with me in case it got chilly later on.

My heart beat a little faster as I walked down the front path and turned left in to the street where the bus stop was located. The sound of my shoes reminded me that I was out on my own for the very first time.

There were already a few passengers waiting for the bus when I reached the stop. None of them gave me a second glance and I felt increasingly confident.

A delivery van came speeding down the street and the driver tooted the horn as it went past. As I was the only female at the stop I wondered if I had just got my first 'wolf-whistle'? I smiled at the prospect that I could now attract such attention simply by what I was wearing, or how I looked.

When my bus in to town arrived I paid the correct fair from my purse and sat in the front seat. I took great care to cross my legs and sit just as a lady should.

A few stops down the route a young woman got on and sat directly opposite me. From the formal nature of her suit I imagined she was on her way to an interview or something. I found myself admiring the way she had styled her hair and the minimal use of makeup she had employed to create a real aura of a woman who meant business.

I blushed slightly when she looked in my direction. I had not meant to stare and wanted to say sorry but I kept quiet and looked out the window instead. I hoped she would get the job whatever it was.

When the bus reached town I stepped carefully on to the street. The centre was busy with people out on shopping trips or finishing off their lunch breaks. Most were in shirtsleeves and I was glad I had decided to carry my jacket rather than wear it in the afternoon heat.

I took the card from my handbag and made sure I knew where the beauty salon was. I had about half an hour before my appointment so I decided to take the long way round past the main shopping precinct.

To everyone else I was simply a young woman out enjoying the sunshine and nobody gave me a second glance.

 

I stopped to look in the occasional shop front as a particular item caught my eye. Although I had always enjoyed looking at images of women's clothing and footwear I was now looking at the same items but with a new heightened perspective.

As I passed by one shop a young man almost collided with my left shoulder as exited the store in a hurry. He apologised for his haste and asked me if I was okay? I said yes in the softest voice I could muster and told him not to get in a state about what was just an accident.

The next shop I stopped was the one with the designer dress I'd tried on yesterday. I refused the temptation to go in and chose instead to look through the front window in the hope of catching a glimpse of that dress.

It was no coincidence that I found myself back here. I had planned my route to ensure I had the chance to simply see if it was still there.

Whenever I'd read in a magazine or seen in a film some female saying they needed this shoe or that dress I had treated it as a bit of an over the top reaction. Now I understood exactly what they meant.

My attention was broken when I heard the mobile phone tone ringing out from inside my handbag. I took it out and heard Georgie on the other end.

She asked me how I was doing and hoped I had not forgotten my axing session. I told her I had not and that so far I had enjoyed a simple stroll along the shops. Georgie said that was good and then had to ring off as the class she was taking had just returned from lunch.

I put the phone back in my bag then set off for my appointment.

The place where Georgie had booked my appointment was not too far from the dress shop and I arrived about five minutes before the start time.

Mandy greeted me herself saying that Georgie was a regular of hers and she was only too happy to set me up with a waxing session.

I noticed that Mandy was the owner of the place so felt a little special that she would be the one performing the routine. She was a stunning brunette who did not need lots of makeup to look beautiful and she looked every inch a woman even in her white and orange tracksuit.

After accepting a welcome glass of white wine and enjoying a quick browse through the new edition of She magazine, I was taken through to the beauty room where leg waxing was already taking place on other customers.

Mandy hand changed into a white overall and now looked like a nurse. She asked me to strip off to my underwear and put on the robe she said I would find in the changing room.

Although I'd never had much in 'that' department, and had so far managed to conceal any noticeable bulge, I initially baulked at the prospect of stripping down to just my underwear. How would she react if she discovered I was not quite the fully-fledged female? And I had no idea if Georgie had told her anything about me other than my name.

I looked down at the underwear I had on and was glad that there was no apparent prominence around my crotch.

When I returned she asked me to open the robe up then lay face down on the 'waxing table'. I got down on the table and waited as she lifted the robe upwards to reveal my lower body area.

As I lay face down I listened as Mandy explained exactly what she was going to do.

"Waxing is the most effective method for temporary hair removal because it removes hair with its roots, not just at the skin surface as with shaving".

I could here her tinkering with various items that were laid out on a worktop. She spoke as she continued her preparations.

Prior to starting, she washed both my legs with soap and water and towel dried them.

"Each waxing permanently destroys some hair roots and so space between the hairs increases. Less hair returns and the returning hair becomes finer. Eventually, much hair is permanently gone".

She walked past me and retrieved some towels and cloths from what looked like a microwave unit.

"I'm going to use a hot wax for your legs Sally. I'll apply it as a thin layer to your skin in the direction of the hair growth."

 She then removed the cap from the jar of wax and placed the jar in the microwave oven. After twenty or so seconds she was satisfied that the wax was ready to use and removal could begin.

"Hot waxes melt at relatively low temperatures and the one I use contains some sugar to ease their removal from the skin. The hair becomes trapped in the wax as it cools and hardens. A cloth is placed over the wax and pulled off quickly in the opposite direction of hair growth, taking the uprooted hairs with it."

I felt the initial application of the wax and waited for the 'pull' that would uproot the hair. My previous conceptions of the pain with waxing came to the forefront of my mind.

Before she took the first tug she said

"This has to come off as quickly as possible. If the cloth strip is peeled off too slowly, hair will not come out properly"

Then she pulled with what seemed to be an almighty force.

It was just over one hour later that I lay there as Mandy applied a soothing gel to my now hair-free legs. She laughed when I said I was glad it was over and then offered some after care advice

"A temporary redness and soreness in the waxed area is normal. Avoid exposing the just-waxed area of skin to the sun for 12 hours"

I lay there and suddenly remembered I was supposed to go sunbathing with Laura tomorrow afternoon. I told Mandy this and hoped I would not have to cancel the trip?

She finished drying off her hands and said

"Providing you don't get any overnight reaction to the wax and the Sun isn't too strong I think you'll be fine. But don't overdo it".

She helped me into a sitting position and said if I wanted to shower these were provided in the spa suite. I said I would and was escorted to that area of the salon. Mandy left me to shower and dress saying that she'd have another glass of wine waiting for me when I was ready.

Dressing as quickly as I could I was amazed at just how silky soft my legs felt. Yes there was a little soreness but I had expected a lot worse. I hoped I would be free to accompany Laura to the beach tomorrow.

A quick re-application of makeup and I was heading back to the main salon to settle the account.

Mandy greeted me as if I'd been a regular at the place all my life. I was told to sit back and enjoy the wine. She offered to have one of her staff 'touch up my nails' at no additional charge, claiming it would be my introductory gift.

I was then introduced to Sharon and was soon enjoying a free manicure and polish.

As Mandy left me in the capable hands of her 'nail technician' she said

"Don't rush off, sit back and relax"

I sipped the chilled wine with my free hand. Like life it tasted good.

At half past three in the afternoon I booked my first 'hair' appointment for three weeks time and thanked Mandy for my treatments.

Once I was back in the street I took out the printed makeover sheets from my handbag and looked at the list of cosmetics I wanted to buy.

Next stop the makeup counter.

Buying makeup was not as organised and straightforward as I had first envisaged. When I got to the L'Oreal display there were several young woman all but pushing each other out of the way as they tested various products.

I tried to get close to eye makeup section but the hooligan element from the girls intimidated me. If Georgie had been with me I would imagine her sending them packing. But I was on my own and they looked like trouble. I stepped back out of the store and decided to try again a little later.

After a short walk I found a small continental café and decided to treat myself to lunch.

As it was so nice I decide to eat 'al fresco' and, after ordering, found an empty table just outside the front door. I felt for the chair with the backs of my legs then, holding my skirt in position, sat on the front of the chair and pushed back into the seat with shoulders straight.

From my deportment training I remembered 'it is proper to sit right against the backrest with both legs slanting to one side and feet pointing the same way, with one foot slightly in front of the other". As I watched the world go by I clasped my hands lightly as I rested them on my skirt.

The waiter brought a pasta salad and a cold mineral water, to my pavement table. When he had finished he said he hoped I would enjoy my meal. I returned his smile.

I took my time eating lunch, remembering to take small portions at a time and pausing only to watch whenever a woman strolled past: I felt I could pick up some tips on 'how to' and observed the graceful (and sometimes not so graceful) movements of my preferred gender.

From the deportment day I tried out the various 'poses' such as resting my chin on the tips of the fingers on my hand and allowing my head to tilt slightly back.

Occasionally some of the men who strolled passed turned for a second look. I hoped that I looked every inch the 'Sun Goddess' my tee shirt said I was.

My thoughts drifted forward to my upcoming interview. Everyone said the interview was only a formality but I knew I had to get the job.

Last night I had spent part of the evening browsing the Hannah Sadler Spring/Summer catalogue, not to mention quite a few 'women's lifestyle' websites. It was obvious to me that the average woman could not/would not dress the way supermodels appeared on the catwalk.

If I was ever to successfully advice customers on what footwear goes with what dress then I needed to learn a lot more – and quickly.

I finished my mineral water and set off with a new determination to the makeup counter.

 

When I stepped off the bus it had just gone half past six in the evening. I walked slowly back to the flat carrying my two bags of 'goodies' and with my denim jacket slung over the handles of my handbag.

Laura was sitting watching the news when I opened the door. She wore a pale blue tracksuit and was lying with her feet up on the couch.

"Hi girlfriend", she shouted in an obviously happy mood.

I put my things down on the floor and threw myself into a chair, kicking off my heels as I stretched out to relax my aching feet.

"You hungry?" asked Laura.

I shook my head and told her I'd eaten earlier.

Laura said she was not particularly hungry either then asked me what I'd been doing all day?

I gave her a resume of my adventures, showing off my shiny 'new' legs with pride. She said it was much better than shaving and hoped it didn't hurt too much. I said it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it to be but was glad that next time I had it done there wouldn't be quite so much hair.

After we had chatted for a while I said I wanted to go and shower, she nodded and said we could watch her DVD of 'Sex And The City' if I wanted to. I'd heard of the show but never actually watched it so I said that would be fun.

"You can help me paint my toenails too if you want?" She shouted at me as I headed off to the shower.

During my shower I noticed that my 'breasts' looked more pronounced than they had ever done before. When I stood directly under the water jet I could not resist watching the water run over them as I used my hands to 'cup' them.

Although Georgie had said pills and potions were not part of her induction training I wondered if they would accelerate my 'growth? I knew I could get them free from 'family planning' clinics - but would taking the standard female contraceptive pills have any effect? As I continued to shower I made a mental note to research the subject further and thought about mentioning the subject to Georgie tomorrow morning.

When I'd completed my cleansing routine I changed into a long cotton nightdress, which had lots of little pink bears on a white background. I slipped my feet into a pair of white fluffy slippers and headed back to the lounge for some television.

Laura switched on the DVD and we settled down to the first ever episode of what she said was one of her favourite shows.

 

After the first episode I found I didn't like the characters very much. By the end of episode three I said wanted to be Carrie Bradshaw but Laura said I was more like Charlotte.

I jokingly refused to paint her toenails after that.

Laura sat up and teased me,

"If you don't then I won't lend you a pretty bathing costume for tomorrow!"

I pretended not to be too worried about it,

"I'll find something suitable," I said confidently.

She leaned forward as we continued our jousting and said,

"Not a suitable as what I was going to lend you! I'll prove it!"

Again I pretended not to be concerned and she got up and ran off to her bedroom to find the outfit she wanted me to wear at the beach.

She returned with her hands behind her back as she moved over to stand in front of me. She had a big smile on her face and said

"Stand up and shut your eyes Sally or you won't get your surprise!"

We were having such fun that I stood up as she asked.

"Now take off your nightie please – and keep those eyes shut or else", she said

I pulled the cotton nightshirt off over my head and was now standing naked in front of her.

As I stood in my darkness I felt her ease a pair of panties or the bottom half of a swimming costume up my legs. I could feel her adjusting some very thin ties at each side of the garment.

I heard her giggle as she moved behind me and then placed the top round my chest and tied the thin straps around my neck in a halter style. I could feel her tying the back section of the costume and wondered what exactly she'd dressed me in?

"Now, open your eyes!" She squealed in delight.

 

I opened my eyes and looked down at my costume. It was a pink and white flower patterned bikini; although the top was longer than the bikini's I'd seen women wear, finishing just above my belly button.

Laura told me it was a 'tankini' and that the longer top would help distract from the fact that I still didn't have too much of a natural bust.

She picked up the bottles of nail polish and held them out towards me

"Now, will you paint my nails or do you seriously want to go bathing in that nightie?"

We both burst out laughing as I took the polish from her and she lay back to let me get to work.

After I had finished doing her nails she insisted on returning the favour. I lay back and she got to work using the same shade of nail polish.

As she applied the final stroke of colour she sat back and looked a little preoccupied. She looked at me and declared

"There's something else we need to do before bedtime"

I waited for her to reveal what it was we needed to do but before she replied she went to fetch something from the bathroom.

When she came back she asked me to remove the tankini bottoms and lie back on the large towel she opened out on the floor.

This sounded a little strange and as I lay back she spread my legs wide and I saw the electric razor for the first time. She switched it on and I heard the buzz of the blades and Laura saying softly

"You need a Brazilian if you're going to get away with that swimming costume!"

I soon discovered that a 'Brazilian' involved the shaving of my pubic hair, as 'no girl wants spiders legs showing out from under her costume'.

As Laura worked I could see she was not only removing the 'excess' but she was using the razor to create a specific shape to the remaining section of hair around my 'bikini line'.

When she finished she asked me tuck my 'little extra' between my legs then nodded and said that in her opinion I had now acquired

"A lovely little landing strip!"

When I looked down I discovered what she meant.

Friday morning started with bright sunshine flowing through the windows of my bedroom. I looked at the alarm clock and it was just after seven thirty so I decided to get up and get myself ready for the day.

The weekly plan for Friday was a 'Georgie' day - I had to wear exactly what she had listed on the planner.

I liked her choice and took the items one-by-one from the wardrobe. There was a rose coloured sleeveless top with a ruched elasticated high neck feature (similar to one I'd seen Georgie wear on deportment day).

This was teamed with a long-length, bias cut skirt in a 'paisley' pattern. I reckoned it would reach all the way down to my ankles. The elasticated waist was a change from zips and buttons.

On my feet she had selected a pair of high-heeled sandals in 'antique gold'. I also found the matching bag and adjusted the shoulder strap to my preference.

I selected a white bra and matching thong knickers. There was no need for tights and then laid out the ensemble ready for me to dress after I'd washed up

By half past eight I had finished doing my makeup, having went for colours that would complement the skirt without looking too overpowering (although I chose a dark shade of lipstick to match the deeper tones of my skirt).

I looked at my hair and wondered if there was anything I could with it to make it look a littler less tomboyish? From my bag I took out the virtual makeover print and at the 'style' I had used for one of my attempts. It looked quite easy to do – simply curling up the ends of each side to give some lift. With some blow-drying and a good hairspray I thought it was worth a try.

When I looked at the end results I felt pleased with my efforts. There was a definite lift to the sides of my hair and I thought it looked as womanly as I could have made it given that it still needed to grow.

Laura had told me she was going to sleep in longer than usual so I was to give her apologies to Georgie when she arrived.

I poured Georgie her favoured orange juice and thought I should compliment the skirt suit she was wearing today.

"Why thank you very much Sally. I'm afraid I'm a sucker for pastel shades!"

The suit was a very fine shade of lemon and I knew I'd never be able to wear something as bright as that even if I wanted to. On Georgie it looked fine, even down to the suede high heels in the same colour.

 

She sat down at the breakfast bar and waited until I'd poured a cup of coffee before asking

"How did it go with Mandy yesterday?"

I said I'd enjoyed it more than I had anticipated and also about the complimentary manicure.

Georgie said that was just Mandy – always trying to make sure new clients wanted to come back,

"Did she do your hair too?" Georgie said noticing the change in styling.

"No, I did that myself this morning. I hope it looks okay?"

Georgie nodded and said it was very good and actually suited me.

"You've done a good job considering it's still your first week!"

Her encouragement made me feel ten feet tall. I felt I was at last making progress. I looked at her and asked what we were going to do today?

"Well, you and Laura want to skive off to the beach this afternoon so I've only got you for the morning. Today Sally we're going to get you sorted out with a new doctor and a new bank account".

This took me back a little. Once again I'd forgotten that I might need medical attention at some point in the future and it was probably not the best idea to go to my old one. How I was going to get a bank account was a question I did not know how to answer.

"You might want to take a cardi with you in case it gets chilly later", she said as she gathered up her things.

Once more Georgie had all then answers and she told me what they were as we drove to the surgery.

"Helen is not only my doctor, she looks after Karen as well. She's been our family doctor for quite a few years now".

From this I took it that Doctor Helen knew about Daniel and the situation he found himself in. Georgie confirmed this and said that she had felt it best to let the doctor know that I was also starting a new life as a female.

"Don't worry, Helen is a very understanding doctor. When Daniel started his transition it was Doctor Helen that took care of his medical needs. She's offered to take you on as a patient and will help you any way she can".

Georgie then added a word of caution when she said

"But don't rush her. Although she is gender re-assignment friendly she takes her profession very seriously and won't 'fast-track' you through this".

I said I would not expect her to compromise her reputation by making shortcuts. I wanted to change and would take whatever time was necessary to achieve it.

Georgie then explained that in order for me to get a basic bank account she had found a bank that would accept a letter of guarantee from a professional person. The good Doctor had agreed to furnish me with a reference.

"Of course it's only going to be a very basic account. No chequebook or credit cards yet. Just somewhere for you to have your wages paid into, and a cash-card for getting money from the machines in the wall. I take it you still have some money left over from yesterday?"

I nodded and she said I should use some of it as my opening deposit.

When the car stopped she sat for a moment looking out the window. I waited too wondering what the delay was?

Georgie picked up her own bag then said to me

"Don't you think you should freshen up your makeup before going in?"

I remembered from my deportment day that ' a girl should always check her face before making an entrance', so I opened my bag and touched up my lipstick and applied another coat of mascara for good measure.

 

Doctor Helen Tompson was in her early forties but managed to look younger without the addition of makeup. Her short red hair ended just on her shoulders and it was centre parted to frame her oval shaped face.

Georgie sat behind me as Doctor Helen took the details of my current medical centre.

"Patients are always changing Doctor these days - It happens all the time so don't worry Sally. When I get your medical records I'll simple incorporate the details with your new records here".

She took the form I'd filled in that would authorise the transfer of my medical records then stood up and looked across to speak with Georgie,

"Georgie, would you mind waiting outside while I give Sally a quick examination?"

I stood up as Georgie said it was no problem. Doctor Helen asked me to undress down to my underwear then step up onto the weighing scales. She took a note of my weight then asked me to step down.

As I stood before her in my underwear she spoke in a very reassuring tone

"Georgie and Karen have told me all about you Sally. They say you want to be a woman?"

I stood still and replied

"Yes, I'm serious about becoming a woman full time".

She continued to look at my body, touching my arms, feeling my legs. As she put a hand on my shoulder I could feel her adjust my left bra strap. She smiled and stood behind me before saying

"You understand it is not just the case of putting on a dress? A man wearing a skirt and makeup is no more a female than a woman who puts on a man's suit becomes a male. There is a long and sometimes complicated path ahead. Not everyone who starts the journey gets to complete it".

I paused before replying

"Yes, I'm learning that every day"

Doctor Tompson then proceeded to examine my body, at the same time asking how long I'd wanted to be a female? (Since about the age of 12), when I'd worn my first female clothes? (About 16, my big sister threw out an old bra and I'd gone and retrieved it), had I ever purchased items of female clothing? (Only once and that was a red fitted dress from a charity shop that I could not zip up the whole way because it was too small). How often did I experience the urge to buy women's clothes? (Almost every day since my late teens).

What would my family think about my desire to become a female? - If indeed they even knew about it (They didn't as I'd left home as soon as I could because I knew they would never accept me as a daughter).

For the next ten minutes she asked me all sort of supplementary questions including how many girlfriends I'd had in the past (None – but I did have girl 'friends' when I was growing up).

She looked pleased when I proudly confirmed to her that I'd never once left any 'stains' on anything I'd worn and I decided to ask her

"Do you think I should go on any hormone treatment Doctor?"

She looked at me and said

"Lets not rush things Sally. There is a long way to go before we can consider hormone treatment. I will help you but it takes time."

I must have looked slightly downbeat at the comment so she asked me

"Have you ever experimented with any sort of female hormone pills in the past?" she asked me

I shook my head and said that Georgie had advised me that they were not particularly effective.

Doctor Helen nodded her head then went on

"Not in the short term that's true, any instant 'effect' is usually just in the imagination. But I take it you are serious about becoming as much of a woman as possible? If that's the case then some treatments would be beneficial to aid your development".

She made a note on my new record. She motioned that I should sit beside her and she got out some equipment.

When I joined her at the desk she took my blood pressure and some samples for testing. I wondered what she wanted to test and she said

"I won't start you on any hormone therapy if your blood pressure is too high, and you need to drop a few pounds too before I'd be happy about you starting any sort of hormone therapy".

When she had finished the tests she asked if I had any idea what the effects of taking female hormones might have on my body? I shook my head and said I had only read outrageous claims in some of the magazines I'd bought.

She produced a bundle of leaflets from a filing cabinet and started to explain the 'basics'

"Well Sally I do have some leaflets here which I want you to take with you. But basically in order that you are able to develop further as a female you will almost certainly require Anti-Androgen treatment".

I had not heard that term before and asked what it meant?

She nodded then continued to explain

"From puberty onwards male hormones circulate throughout the body, stimulating male characteristics and suppressing female ones, to the extent of neutralising and destroying any female hormones present in the your body. This male hormone inhibitor is designed to prevent this blocking action, allowing feminising hormones to work without opposition."

I tried to take all this in but hoped it was further explained in the literature she had given me. I did my best to listen to her.

"As we're not yet at a stage where it would be prudent to discuss surgery, you'll also need a potent Oestrogen hormone precursor pill. That will be in addition to any hormones I will eventually subscribe to you".

She started to write more notes on my record and I asked her just how long it would take for me to see a visible change in my body?

Doctor Tompson finished writing then said

"Everyone responds individually to the effects of taking hormones, that is why even in genetic females with the same level of hormones some will develop large breasts and others small. However initial signs of development should be apparent within twenty weeks of commencing treatment"

Twenty weeks sounded like 'forever'. Perhaps I'd expected to pop a pill and in a flash of bright light there I would be totally transformed. But I knew that would not be the case.

As she pointed at the leaflets I listened intently.

"It doesn't happen overnight Sally. Becoming a woman is a long process and I know you might get a little frustrated because you want to develop rapidly. You have to learn to be patient"

 

She made a gesture with her hands that I should stand up then she came over beside me and said,

"Can you remove your bra please Sally?"

I unclipped the bra and put it on the table. She approached me and started to feel my 'breasts'. She gently pushed the flesh and stood back

"How long have you been wearing a bra full time?"

"Since last Friday night" I replied.

"Without counting the one you took from you sister, I take it you've never actually owned one of your own?"

"No." I replied before adding, "But I wanted to"

She made a new note on the record then touched each of my nipples with her forefinger

"Is that sore?" she enquired.

I shook my head.

She stood behind me as if about to massage my waist then put a hand down the front of my knickers and felt for my penis.

"Georgie was right, there isn't much there at all Sally"

I was taken aback by the remark and she noticed it. Moving over to the small washbasin she quickly cleaned her hands and then came back over to her desk.

"You can put your clothes back on now". She said.

I regained my composure and got dressed.

Doctor Tompson then told me the test results would be back from the lab by next week and that I should make another appointment to see her in around ten days time.

She held up a letter written on her surgery notepaper. She smiled and said

"Georgie said it would be best if you opened a new bank account as Sally. This letter should be sufficient for a character reference".

 

Before she handed the letter to me she smiled and said

"I'll trade it with you if you tell me what shade of lipstick that is you're wearing?"

I smiled back, then opened my handbag and handed her the small silver tube

" Sangria Mix" I said proudly, still excited about being paid a compliment.

She checked the product and then said she must get one herself. Then she handed it back to me with the letter.

"If you have any trouble tell them to ring me here".

I thanked her once more and put the letter and the leaflets in to my handbag. She then escorted me back to reception where Georgie was waiting for me.

Doctor Tompson and Georgie exchanged goodbyes as I booked a fresh appointment with the young female secretary. I wondered if she liked the lipstick I was wearing?

When I had my new appointment card we left for our next stop – the Bank.

 

Don't ask me why but I hated Banks.

I was glad when Georgie came in with me and said she would do most of the talking. We were asked to take a seat and an advisor would be with us in a minute or two.

The open plan layout of the place meant you could see exactly what was going on. I found myself watching the female staff members in their corporate navy blue skirt suits and orange blouses.

One girl had such a sexy walk that I wondered to myself if I looked remotely like that even though I knew I was still not quite 'filling out' my skirts as a real woman would. I looked down at my handbag and grabbed the handles as it rested on my lap.

A young woman came over to us and apologised for the delay. We were escorted to a customer booth and asked to take a seat. As she logged on toy her computer she smiled and asked what it was she could do for us today?

Georgie, in her bright lemon coloured outfit was a sharp contrast to the conservative navy uniform of the bank staff and I admired her communication skills as she explained to the girl what we were looking for.

"Well, this young lady here needs a new bank account and, as she's new in Town. She doesn't have all the usual paperwork you might expect"

The advisor nodded and thought for a moment before replying,

"Well we do normally expect a birth certificate, driving licence not to mention some proof of address. It's the Government, you understand?"

Georgie nodded but remained composed.

"Yes, we know that. But all her personal stuff was lost when the house went up"

I did my best to keep calm. Georgie did not allow the advisor the chance to interject and spoke calmly and convincingly

"Obviously she's just moved in with a friend for the moment and it's going to take some time to replace all her things. As she has an interview for a new full time job this week I was hoping you might be able offer even a basic account?"

Georgie motioned to me that I should hand over the letter from Doctor Tompson. I took it from my bag and gave it to the girl as Georgie told her

"I know your bank is part of the new Government initiative to help people out of work get access to a bank account and her Doctor has very kindly supplied a letter of reference if that helps in any way?"

 

The advisor confirmed that the bank was indeed part of the new initiative to offer more people access to an account.

After reading the letter, she tapped on the keyboard and made a pencil note on a sheet of notepaper. She looked at me and asked

"I take it you are currently unemployed?"

I nodded and said a very quiet "Yes".

She asked if she could take a photocopy of the letter and did I have any objection to someone contacting the doctor to confirm the authenticity of the guarantee? I said that was not a problem.

Georgie said nothing but her expression told me things would be okay. She had that effect on me.

The girl returned and gave me back the original letter. Then she tapped some more on her computer and looked up with a smile before saying

"Because you have a letter from your doctor, I think we may be able to offer you our very basic account. It doesn't provide a cheque book or credit card but you will be able to pay in your salary providing it's at least three hundred and fifty a month? And you do get an automatic telling machine card so you can withdraw your money"

Georgie said that would be fine and added that if it was required we could open the account with a deposit today?

The girl replied that she just needed to take some more details from me. I smiled at her and answered the questions as best I could. This was more nerve-racking than my leg wax session.

She handed me an application form and asked if I would complete it while she went and sought the authorisation of her supervisor.

The welcome sound of my heels on the pavement told me it was all over. I still had an almighty grip on the handles of my bag as we stepped back into the street. At least I would soon have an account in my new name and, providing I got the job, could get my wages paid in without a problem.

 

As Georgie drove me back to the flat she spoke about my efforts for the week. In her opinion I still had lots to learn but the way I'd performed in the various situations was 'most encouraging'.

She asked me what my highlight had been and I had to admit the morning at the jobcentre and the meeting with the 'po-faced' Miss Ashbridge had given me some satisfaction. I looked across at her and said

"I hope that's not too bitchy?"

Georgie laughed and smiled at me as she replied

"Perhaps a little, but sometimes a girl has to be!"

When we arrived back at the front of the flat she said she would not come in, as there was some paperwork she had to work on that afternoon.

Now that my induction training was over I asked when (or if) I would see her again?

Georgie reminded me that she had given me a spare mobile telephone and that I could ring her if I had any questions or problems. I hoped this was not going to be goodbye and told her so.

She leaned over and gave me a hug before reassuring me

"None of us will ever leave you Sally. I have my job to do and soon I hope you will have yours. We might not meet every day but I'm still Karen's sister and we are very close. Besides I want to see you strut your stuff on the dance floor this Saturday night!"

I smiled. It was perhaps relief that made me feel a little bit emotional. I said I hoped she would make it on Saturday and I could hardly wait.

Georgie reminded me to give Karen a call and find out exactly what time she wanted me in the shop tomorrow. As I stepped out of the car she finished with

"Don't spend too long out in the Sun this afternoon! Have a great time Sally"

I waved her goodbye then virtually skipped with delight up to the front door. I would make that interview I said to myself as I turned the key in the lock.

Laura had already packed our beach bags but suggested we put our bikini's on underneath our outer clothes before we left.

I said I had to phone Karen in the shop to confirm my time for tomorrow. Laura told me there was no need. Karen had told her last night that we should both arrive for work at the normal time. The only instruction she had for me was to make sure I dressed

"In your best suit and didn't overdo the makeup".

I went to change and Laura reminded me to pick a very light sundress to wear on top.

She had laid out my pink and white costume on the bed and I quickly changed in to it. I looked in my wardrobe for a suitable beach dress but could not decide on what to wear.

Laura came in wearing her costume, which was a bright powdery blue one-piece cut very high on the leg.

She was carrying some clothes over her arm. She put the items down on the bed and I saw they were two cotton sundresses, one black the other pink. She looked at me and said

"Come on Sally – choose one"

I took the black one and as I slipped it on over my head she did the same with the pink dress. When we had straightened out our hems she said

"I knew you'd probably take forever choosing something so I picked these for us earlier".

The dress was light and comfortable and I thought it ideal for the trip to the beach. I slipped on a pair of black 'flip flop' sandals then quickly touched up my makeup.

Laura waited until I was happy with my appearance then put a hand on my shoulder and said

"Come on girl! The sun won't stay up forever you know!"

Laura parked her car by the sea front and, after taking off our sundresses, we made our way excitedly to the beach. It was still very warm and, although it was busy, we did manage to find a spot to set ourselves down on.

After applying a strong sun cream to our exposed parts we lay back on the towels and shut our eyes. I found it very relaxing and felt the sun on my body. I had never visited the beach like this before.

Other bathers were making a noise but it didn't disturb us one bit. I thought back on what the week had brought me then turned my attention to what tomorrow might bring.

When we got back to the flat Laura prepared a light dinner for both of us and we settled down in front of the television to watch more of Sex And The City.

After a couple of episodes Laura said that I should get an early night as my big day was fast approaching. I agreed and thank her for the afternoon at the beach by giving her a big hug and a small kiss on her cheek.

Laura smiled and said

"Oh Sally you are so cute"

I went for a quick shower then went straight to bed.

Saturday morning arrived and Laura came in to make sure I was awake. I got up and she said breakfast was ready so I pulled on a satin robe and joined her in the kitchen.

Laura asked if wanted some help selecting an outfit for the interview but I said I had decided on a very smart business suit, as I wanted to look professional. She agreed with me that wearing a suit would be the best option and that I should remember what Karen had said about minimal makeup.

I said I would go easy then she added

"And wear a pair of knee high boots with the suit. It's Mr Fisher that's interviewing and he is a push over for girls who wear boots!"

As I went off to get ready I asked if she would mind doing my hair? Laura finished her coffee and replied

"Of course I will, just give me shout when you're ready and I'll be right in"

She tidied up the breakfast plates and I returned to my bedroom to get dressed.

The suit I had decided on was a black pinstripe one with a small split on the left side of the skirt. The waistcoat would double as a top.

I wasn't sure if wearing knee high leather boots was the best choice for a summer's day but Laura said it might get me 'smartie points' at the interview. I decided on a highly polished pair with pointed toe and thin heel.

From my lingerie drawer I found a firm control body shaper and the breast enhancers. A pair of 'nearly black hold up stockings would complete my look.

As I started to dress my heart beat a fraction faster as the prospect of an interview now loomed closer and closer.

Laura asked me what I wanted done with my hair and explained the best I could about how I'd styled it the other day. She nodded and started to brush my hair.

 

It was a little after half past eight when Laura parked the car. We walked the shirt distance to Hannah Sadler's and it was Cindy who opened the door.

Cindy looked pleased at my choice of outfits and when she noticed I was wearing boots she gave me a huge smile

"I knew you'd love wearing boots Sally!"

When we stepped in to the shop it was Karen, sorry Miss Roberts who came over to meet me. She did looked pleased to see me and even said I looked very nice.

The other girls went off to the staff room but Miss Roberts took me to one side and said

"Your interview is at nine o'clock and it will be upstairs in the admin office".

I had no idea there was an office upstairs but she escorted me past the staff room then up a flight of stairs at the far end of the corridor. She coached me as we made our way to the interview.

"Now Sally it is important that you don't panic. Just answer any questions you are asked as honestly as you can. I will be sitting in on the interview too and I have informed Mr Fisher that you started as a Saturday girl last week. That will be to your advantage over the other candidate".

This took me back. Was there someone else going for the position? I looked at her and said

"I thought I was the only candidate Miss Roberts?"

She shook her head as we reached the admin office.

"No dear. There is another girl who should be here shortly. But don't worry, a little competition is good for the soul"

She told me to take a seat outside the admin office then went back downstairs with the closing comment

"Good luck Sally"

I sat down carefully on the chair, smoothing out the line of my skirt and crossing one booted leg over the other. Once again I took a tight hold on my bag and tried my best to keep calm.

Shortly after nine o'clock Miss Roberts came back upstairs with a young executive type following behind her. He carried an expensive looking attaché case and his after-shave was particularly potent.

As he spotted me sitting there he managed a smile. I felt a little better and gathered my thoughts as best I could.

They went into the office and it seemed like an eternity before Miss Roberts came out and asked me to step into the room.

I walked in short steps and was asked to sit on a chair directly in front of the desk. Again I took great care to sit down gracefully but decided to keep my knees together as it seemed more professional than crossing your legs.

Miss Roberts introduced the man as Mr Fisher and said he was the area supervisor. He would conduct the interview and Miss Roberts would take any notes that might be required.

He thanked me for attending then started the interview

"Now Sally, Miss Roberts here tells me you've already started as a Saturday girl with us?"

"Yes, last week was my first day" I replied

He smiled then asked how I'd found it? I said it was very enjoyable and that was one of the reasons why I wanted very much to go full-time.

"One of the attributes we look for in our staff is a keen fashion sense. Do you think you have the knowledge to succeed in a high fashion environment?"

I looked at him and said I was very much in to the fashion scene and added that I bought a fair proportion of my things from the shop.

He looked at me and nodded

"That's one of our suits you're wearing today isn't it?"

"Yes"

 

He glanced at my boots but he did not comment on them. He continued asking me a variety of questions on fashion and did I have any previous experience of selling to the public.

I did what Miss Roberts said and answered honestly and as best as I could. He appeared happy with my responses then asked

"Okay, Sally one final question – what is the most annoying thing you notice about other women, in a fashion sense I mean?"

Miss Roberts glanced at me as if trying to spur me into some ideal answer but I was happy with the question and stated firmly

"I hate it when women don't take the time to polish their shoes. So many put on such pretty footwear but they let themselves down by not keeping them in top condition"

Mr Fisher smiled and agreed. He asked how I would approach this subject with a potential customer?

Again I was confident enough to reply straight back

"I'd make sure I offered her a Hannah Sadler quick-polish kit when I sold her the shoes. She could at least use that to wipe away any grubby marks she might pick up when wearing them".

Miss Roberts smiled and I took it that my answer was a good one.

Mr Fisher asked Miss Roberts if she had any questions for me but she said no. He then asked me if I had any question for them? I said no and he stood up

"Well Sally, thank you again for attending. We have another interview this morning but we will let you know our decision as soon as we can"

I stood up and he offered his hand. I shook it and he escorted me to the door.

Back in the hall I noticed a young woman sitting where I'd been earlier. She must have been the other candidate and I managed a polite smile – even though I thought her bubble-gum pink suit was a little over the top for an interview.

Downstairs the shop was now open for business. Cindy and Laura spotted me as I returned to the shop floor.

Cindy met me first and was keen to know how it had gone?

"Come on Sally- how did it go?"

 

Laura was now beside us and I said I though it went okay but you could never be sure. I told them about the other girl but they said not to worry so much.

Cindy hugged me and said

"Now you get yourself off to the staff room and have a nice cuppa, we'll see you soon".

I left them to continue serving and sat down in the staff room to wait. I felt like the condemned (wo)man.

Time passed. It was ten thirty when Laura came in and said

"Miss Roberts wants you back upstairs right away!"

I got up and took my lipstick from the bag and quickly freshened up my lips. I wanted to look my best whatever the outcome.

Mr Fisher answered my knock on the door with a 'come in'. I stepped back into the interview room and was asked to take a seat.

There was no clue from Miss Roberts what the outcome was and I began to feel very nervous indeed as Mr Fisher spoke.

"Welcome back Sally, sorry to have kept you on tender hooks so long"

I said nothing but managed a smile.

He browsed through the paperwork in front of him then looked up at me.

"We've made a decision Sally and before I tell you what it is I want you to understand that both you and the other girl were very very good at the interview. It was not an easy choice to make"

My heartbeat increased. He didn't appear to be dragging it out but is sure felt like it.

He fiddled with his pen before continuing

"But we only have one vacancy I'm afraid. The other girl has worked in quite a few high street stores before and she has a lot more experience than you"

He looked for any reaction from me. I kept my nerve.

"However, she has moved about a bit, and in a relatively short period of time. What we're really looking for at Hannah Sadler's is loyalty. Miss Roberts is of the opinion that you're not the sort of girl who would take advantage of our training then skip off to work somewhere else. For that reason Sally I'm happy to offer you a position with the company. Subject to the receipt of references of course"

I did not know if I should laugh or cry. I had been offered the job but who would provide me with a reference?

Mr Fisher sat back then asked

"I take it you still want the position?"

"Yes, yes of course"

"Good. Well I'll get head office to prepare a contract of employment. Let's have your start date as Monday?"

He then said an new employee learning pack would also be sent to the shop for me. This would give details of the company benefits as well as the house rules.

Mr Fisher then said that I would be left in the capable hands of Miss Roberts who would no doubt explain the procedures in more detail.

Miss Roberts looked at me then said

"Sally, for today just continue where you left of last week. We'll have a proper chat on Monday morning"

I got up and thanked them once more. Then I headed back downstairs to the shop to tell Cindy and Laura the news.

 

Laura said well done and Cindy added

"We can celebrate in style tonight"

I removed my suit jacket and went to hang it up in the staff room. As I got ready to go to work in the shoe department I noticed Mr Fisher leaving and Miss Roberts came in to see me.

"Well done Sally! Welcome aboard"

I looked at her before responding

"Thank you Miss Roberts – for everything"

She came over beside me, put a hand on my hair and said

"You may call me Karen now"

All I wanted to do now was get down to some serious work.

  

  

  

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