Sunshine of My Life

by Shelley

  

If you have been in love with your best friend you will understand how I felt the morning I woke up with Katherine. For more than 6 years, the last two in high school, I loved her with such intensity that everyone else I met, left me feeling… nothing.

We were high school sweethearts but after High School when I moved to New York and even after Katherine moved there a month later, our relationship was that of a friend. I never knew exactly why that happened though I was sure (which later became a nightly prayer) that she still loved me.

When she came to NY, she stayed in my apartment, but the first night, we kissed and she told me that she wanted us to be just friends, maybe it was just for a while, but she needed space, time to separate the feelings of high school from the emotions of being an adult in the big city.

I agreed eagerly, I was looking forward to knowing the sophisticated exciting and downright rude women I had been encountering during my month alone.

It took a week before I knew that was a mistake, Katherine found an apartment quickly, sharing with a woman her age who seemed to me to embody everything I thought I wanted to meet for my NY experience and adventure. She could not have been more different than Katherine

For Katherine's tall elegance, Naomi was short and for all the time I knew her, was always in Doc Martins, 16 hole boots. The colour of Katherine's long straight hair had always escaped a suitable description, not red but not blonde, in summer, the natural highlights brightened her face, and mine if the truth be known. As winter approached, it darkened and promised that spring would come soon.

Her skin was so pale that on summers day, she screamed at me to stop reminding her to apply sun block, her kiss on the cheek, meant I never stopped but my feigned contrition covered the redness of my cheeks.

To many she was obsessive, her clothes were always perfect, everything matched, she had no old underwear, and she didn't save her best for dates and spend the rest of the week in grey cotton. Everything matched, or contrasted carefully; her bra always matched her panties and during summer, even matched her nail polish.

With each season, she responded to it's mood and I marked my calendar with the colours of Katherine and not those of the falling leaves or snow on the ground. Through Katherine, I watched the changes unfold and I rejoiced in being with her, I was sure that without her, Spring would never come to end winter and the hot muggy days of summer would hold on forever without respite.

Naomi was a disaster, so cool that every gesture and action was planned to ensure that whoever she was, I would never find her. And rude, Jesus H, at first I thought it was a defence against some past injuries, but, no, she was just rude. It was just what I needed to make me know that only Kathering could ever fill my life. Naomi became part of our group of friends and we even started to like each other. Having someone to always point out the brutal truth, can be difficult, but always makes life interesting.

After that, Katherine and I were always together, if I needed a date, it was always Katherine, and as far as I know, when she needed a male to lay her stunning and apparently delicate hand during company dinners and social gatherings of family and friends.

All my friends were her friends, I think in some ways, we each presented a barrier to anyone approaching the other, it took just one occasion with our friends for any would be suitors to disappear without trace, reporting back that they felt they were coming between a married couple.

I loved Katherine, but I was not blind to her imperfections. She was obsessive beyond matching underwear, her apartment looked like a catalogue. She bought it after getting a promotion at the import company she worked, a manager in 2 years and though small, there was never anything out of place. Even if I appeared unexpectedly there was never a cup in the sink, not even on the draining rack, no shoes to be seen on the ground, the bed always made. I am sure that elves cleaned and tidied behind her.

Being with Katherine was to be always walking in the sun. Her happiness and joy at everything around her made me want to sing. Even on the coldest, most miserable days, my life was bright and warm, at least when I was with her. But…. I could never disappoint her. I learned during High School that even being 10 minutes late, changed her mood to a dark winter, I felt that she could not control her mood, I just had to let it pass until the sun came back out, but I learned not to do anything to cloud the day.

It wasn't hard, I just had to do whatever she wanted, the way she wanted. If she wanted to leave a party early, it was easier to suffer the heckling from friends than spend the next day begging Katherine to talk to me. If she asked me to wear my white shirt, I wore it, better that than driving home to change later.

That really happened, she had told me when we were arranging to meet for pizza with my friend Tom and his girl Julie, that I looked really nice in the white cotton shirt. But, it needed to be ironed so I wore a t-shirt, it was just pizza and I knew Tom would be wearing the same t-shirt he had been wearing all day and badly needed an acid bath, if that was okay for Julie, why was my favourite Pink Floyd carefully washed and ironed shirt not good enough for Katherine?

Everything was great until I took my jacket off and she saw the t-shirt. I promise you, it was like I had torn the arms off her doll, she looked like she hated me. I felt sick, angry too of course, but mostly I felt sick.

I tried joking and explaining that my white shirt was wrinkled. Tom and Julie looked at each other with a mix of amusement and horror.

I excused myself and went home, ironed the shirt and got back to the restaurant in my white shirt to be met by an angel, her smiles and attention to me left me just as shocked as the anger before. Later Tom told me to dump her, she was a control freak.

I didn't of course, and instead learned to pick up the messages that she gave me of what to wear or when I had crossed some boundary. It didn't matter, I was in love. Nobody else would understand what was happening between us.

In New York, although we were not together as a couple, I still tended to agree to what she wanted, it made my life fun and interesting and organised. I tried a few times to go against what she wanted, but I always spent the next days begging her to see me and always losing a little more of my dignity as our friends saw her control of me.

New Years Eve, we went to a party, I got dressed at Katherine's and we took a taxi to the hotel. Almost everyone we knew was there. Katherine wore a long white dress, decorated with semi precious stones and I wore a white tuxedo, also with some small details. Thankfully not so much as to risk rhinestone cowboy jokes, we looked good and we looked like we were together, no doubt about it.

It was a wonderful night, champagne and caviar, a lot of champagne and by midnight, we were both on the happier side of life. We kissed for what seemed forever as the bells and streamers and auld lang syne rang around us, we were alone and I fell in love again. I was sure, I knew that tonight we would be together.

I couldn't wait to say goodbye to everyone, to get back to Katherine's and be with her, to have her body next to mine again after all these years.

The taxi took forever but we had been lucky to get one almost immediately, the Gods were smiling on me.

I tried to kiss her when we entered the apartment, but Katherine held me back and took my jacket. Shehung it in her wardrobe and sexily gestured for me to give her my trousers. Trousers on a hanger, shirt, socks and underwear went straight to the laundry basket.

This was the first time I had been naked before her in so many years that I was nervous and felt shy.

"Will you wear pyjamas for me?" "Sure, anything you want" It was hard for me to talk, my throat seemed swollen, my tongue too big.

"I need a shower, maybe you would too?" "Can I join you?"

She laughed and said she would have to get a bigger shower for that.

She went first and came out wrapped from head to toe in big white towels.

There were two big pink towels waiting for me in the bathroom. I hurriedly soaped myself, afraid that by the time I got out, she would have remembered why we were just friends.

Dried and feeling fresh I returned to the bedroom. I was met by a vision in green satin, the same colour as the pyjamas she held out to me. I put them on without looking, she smiled so I looked to the corner at the mirror and saw myself. "Green suits you." "You don't think they are a bit girly?" "I love them on you" "In that case I love them too"

She smiled so brightly that I did love them and if I could keep that smile, I would wear them every night. She must have worn them last night, I could still smell her perfume and they did feel good as I got close to her

We fell into bed and we kissed and made love, it was pure heaven for me, but, there was a barrier, something stopping her from relaxing and enjoying herself completely.

"Katherine" She looked at me, her hair a splash on the pillow.

"I love you, always have and I want to spend the rest of my life with you"

She looked at the ceiling, her face a painful torment of emotions. I'm not much for crying, but I wanted to then.

"What's wrong?" I was terrified of the answer.

"I hate hair"

"What?"

"I hate body hair" She looked at me, seriously and looking for my reaction. It was one of those moments in life.

"Is that why you stopped being with me when you got to New York"

"Yes, it seemed like you had turned into a gorilla overnight, maybe you had a little hair in High School, but, when I saw your chest that first night, I hated it, I didn't want to touch you or be touched by you"

We sat in silence, it's just hair, big deal, and I guess she was right. I had been slow to grow a beard but I seemed to grow up during the intervening months when we agreed not to see each other during exams and meeting in New York, I had become more manly.

"What can I do?"

"Nothing, you are hairy and I hate it. I'm sorry, I love you too, and I can't imagine being with anyone else, but…"

"I suppose I could get rid of it?" I said it, not believing that was all I had to do to be with the only woman that I could ever love.

"You would do that for me?"

"Sure" I said a little weekly, "Really, sure, yes, it's just hair, and you are worth more than hair."

She jumped on me the way I remembered she did in High School and laughed and smiled and spread her sunshine all over my life and I forgot about everything and laughed with her and we made love again.

The next day, the shower was big enough for both of us as Katherine applied a moisturising lotion to my body.

"I´ll be back in a minute, don't go away."

The lemon smell wasn't too bad and when Katherine came back in 5 minutes I had shaved my face with the bowl of hot water she'd left for me.

Katherine got into the shower with me and kept me at a distance while the water cascaded down my chest and to my shock, with it my hair. It wasn't a perfect success and it seemed that Katherine didn't want to re-apply the lotion so the small patches of hair were shaved off.

She shaved my arm pits and applied the lotion to my legs and again I watched as my dark hair sloughed off my legs.

Out of the shower she towelled me dry and this time it was moisturising lotion, with the same perfume as she used, the same as in her shampoo and the soap. Even her deodorant was the same perfume, and now I smelt the same as her and it felt good, the excitement of being back with Katherine was overwhelming.

"I´m hungry, fancy a trip to the bakery for a bagel and espresso?"

"I´d love to, where´s my shirt"

She laughed and told me there was no going back to wearing a shirt the next day, it was one thing for me to do that as friends, but if I wanted to sleep with her, fresh and clean and sexy would be the new way. I laughed and agreed, I´ll be a new man, but only because I loved her and my heart was thumping, sleeping with her again………… oh God yes please.

"Here, put this cream on your feet while I get you a shirt and something to wear."

She came back in a black lycra top and jeans, no bra and her hair tied back. Not since High School had I seen her so casual, but even with that I could see the labels were Italian and very expensive.

She had a baby blue sweater in her hand. "Do you want to wear this"

"ahem, no thanks" I had failed some test, but I didn't understand.

She said okay in a dark way and when she came back I was not ready to say more. She had a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt for me. And a pair of plain short black socks.

"I got these shoes for you as a present before, I just never got around to giving them to you."

She knelt on the floor and put the socks on my moisturised feet. "They feel softer already great, you look so sexy"

"Close your eyes"

She lifted my legs one at a time to allow her pull what I assumed to be underpants up my legs.

"Please, try to pull your jeans on without opening your eyes.

I knew there was something odd, and I immediately knew that they were her panties, not my jocks, and that it was a thong.

The jeans were very tight, and I struggled to get the button fastened, they hugged tight at the top and flared a little at the bottom. They were just a little short. I slipped my feet into the loafers and pulled on the t-shirt.

"Except for that bulge, you look gorgeous"

I looked at myself in the mirror when she left and confirmed with hands and eyes that there was no line where my underwear should have been.

She laughed when she came back and saw me inspecting my ass. "So vain, next you'll be telling me your ass is too big for those jeans"

"My ass is too big for those pants, they're not really me"

The start of a black cloud crossed her face and my stomach sank, no way was I going to risk losing her again.

"But if you like them, I like them"

The sun came out again and I had eyes and thought only for her as we walked to the bakery.

Chapter 2

Christmas's, birthday's and every other holiday together.

I didn't see my apartment and apart from a few cloudy moments, it was the most wonderful time of my entire life.

A routine was laid down where each morning, I showered and moisturised and removed all traces of hair from my face, checked my legs and chest.

Luckily we didn't go out very much, but after the 5^th day, Katherine decided I needed do something about my bristles, my beard was still very hard on her face, so I suppose I wasn't too surprised when we went to a salon.

I understood the treatment would soften the hair follicles and allow me to shave less and that the hair would be softer.

I lay back in the chair while the therapist applied a series of creams and lotions, sometimes leaving them on for a while and sometimes just wiping away. From their comments, there must have been a coal mine of dirt beneath the layers of skin.

Katherine just appeared sometimes, I guess she was getting some treatments as well, I had been there an hour when she told me that she would be back in half an hour, the last treatments would be about 45 minutes and would include treatment for my hair and something for my hands and feet. I wasn't really listening, but I was enjoying the relaxation, I was even able to forget the other women in the salon, not so many thankfully.

I might have dozed off because she was beside me again almost immediately. I kind of remember getting a manicure, but it was so relaxing that I drifted off.

I could hear her laughter as she woke me up telling me that I must have been very tired.

Pads were removed from my eyes and I looked up to see her beautiful face, even more beautiful, subtle makeup and her hair falling on her shoulders.

"Are we going out tonight"

"Yes, we are meeting everyone at the hotel for drinks"

It was the first time we would meet our friends as a couple, I was so looking forward to that, all those years of pressure to do something, and in the end it was easy.

"Just have to trim your hair and we´ll be done here"

My hair was washed (again), I didn´t say anything, I presumed she knew anyway.

And then, a very quick cut and blow dry.

"Is it okay if she takes out some loose hairs from your eyebrows".

It was a loaded question and if we were going out, the last thing I wanted was to explain why my new girlfriend and best friend was not talking to me.

"Sure, go ahead, finish the job, make me beautiful"

This was apparently the right thing to say as I got a very passionate kiss.

There seemed to be more than a few loose hairs but we were soon standing and heading out the door.

It was a rush of goodbyes and thank you that I got to the door before I could even think to find a mirror.

"Don't be so vain, you can admire yourself when we get home, men" the last bit directed with a smile to the smiling staff and other customers in the salon.

She lived just a couple of blocks from the salon so we walked, wrapped up in our warm coats and scarves. It had been a snow free January so the loafers were enough to keep me warm for a short walk.

How can I describe my shock when Katherine ushered me into her bedroom and said she would make us a coffee.

I was speechless. I stood staring at myself in the mirror, Katherine didn't return.

My hair was now blonde, a loose almost careless style, that I know was far from carelessly done. My previously full and almost meeting eyebrows had been shaped to frame my eyes in an identical way to Katherine's, just appearing to sweep back further towards my temples.

My face was clearer, tighter and I looked at least a couple of years younger.

I turned sideways and could see the shape of my ass in tight black jeans, tight above the ankle, today I was wearing socklets that just fitted in the shoes and my ankles could be seen, hairless.

My arms were smooth and hair free, and I stared in amazement at my finger nails, they were longer than I remembered, could have been my imagination, because they were now painted. Not a red or anything like that, but an almost natural colour that seemed to just fill in the spaces. My fingers and hands looked finished.

It took a few moments to feel that Katherine was behind me. I looked at her nervous face, she was anxiously measuring my reaction.

I didn't know what to say or how to react, I wanted her so much that being even this almost androgynous figure was a price worth paying.

I turned to her and smiled, as big and warm a smile as I could find.

"Wow, they worked hard at the salon, I nearly fancy myself"

Her laugh and squeal of joy as she ran to me and buried her face in my neck kissing me and holding me as tightly as she could.

"You look so gorgeous, just as I imagined you would, we are going to be so happy together."

She pulled me to bed and we made love, true love, true amazing totally abandoned love.

I was so very much in love that I told her so, that I loved nobody but her and that I would do anything to keep her.

We stayed so long, happy in each others arms that we never left the apartment to meet our friends, I never wanted to leave the apartment again.

We had a shower together, we really did need a bigger shower.

Katherine towel dried me and massaged me with lotion, I hardly noticed the perfume on me that that driven me crazy for years.

She gave me a pair of sweat pants and a clean sleeveless t-shirt to wear. It was only then that I noticed my toenails were a bright pink.

I put on the pants and top and found Katherine in the kitchen making tea, she looked around and smiled, that smile of love that I had always wanted to see, this scene has been my dream for so long, that I could only go to her and complete my dream, I kissed her and rested her head on my shoulder and absorbed the perfume of her shampoo, the fresh clean shower smells.

She stepped back and looked at my toes.

"They look lovely, will you keep them like that, please?

"Okay, I love you"

We kissed me until the whistling of the kettle could not be ignored.

I took it off the gas just as the doorbell rang, Katherine was passing the door and immediately opened it to allow our drunken friends to pile in, as much surprised by the door opening so suddenly as I was to find myself holding a boiling kettle wearing a girls top and pants and pink nail polish.

The 5 merrymakers crowded into the small kitchen with kisses and greetings and a re-telling of the nights events.

They realised quickly that we had been sleeping together and after congratulations, and teasing, it was inevitable that they would eventually notice how I was dressed and my toenails.

My embarrassment was acute, their cries of gorgeous and precious and turn around so we can see left me begging to wake up from this nightmare. Katherine was clearly comfortable and I wondered had she invited them over.

My toenails got the most comments until Naomi called for attention to ask was I wearing a thong,

The screams of laughter and demands for me to model my ass must have been heard all over the building.

"Katherine, he looks gorgeous, please don't let him turn back, he is just too lovely" Naomi still seemed to hold a grudge against me I thought.

"I have some stuff that will fit him." This comment came from Nadia, the newest to our group of friends, the ex of an older friend. This comment caused a sudden silence.

"Nadia, it isn't what you think, he is just wearing those because he only had his tuxedo here, and the toe nails were just a little fun"

"You've been locked up in the apartment for 4 days? Oooooooohhhhhh must be love, or at least true lust"

The mood returned and the laughter began again and I was able to join in. I was glad that only the girls had come over.

They had brought wine and snacks so it was not so very long that we were all drunk.

"Katherine, can I borrow some sweat pants" this was Nadia, she had looked a little restrained in her tight leather skirt.

"Sure, help yourself, you know where everything is."

We continued talking about the events of the holidays. Naomi had joined Nadia and they came back with Naomi holding Nadia's skirt and shoes in her hands.

"We want to see Sam in these" Naomi had a true gift of getting to the point. " And we don't see any reason why he would say no, we are all friends here and since he has been to bed with all of us except Nadia, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, and the shoes will fit, I checked his"

I looked to Katherine for support, but from the laughter and the brightness of her smile, I knew there would be no salvation there.

"And you think I will agree?"

"You will if you want to stay here tonight" There was still laughter in her voice but I knew she was serious.

I stood up and pulled down the pants, revealing the black thong. The laughter became hysterical to the point of tears as I took the skirt and put it on, Naomi was at my side to do the zip, I had tried to bring the zip to the front.

I sat down and Naomi did one foot and Nadia the other, I tried to stand up, not so easy for me in these heels. The shoes were a size too small, Nadia would not be wearing them again I thought.

They all stood to admire their handiwork. I was not at all happy with the compliments, especially from Katherine.

She went to her bedroom and came back with a little bag that I knew to be her travel make up bag.

She sat me down, there was to be no struggling, so I just resigned myself to what would happen next.

They argued over the colours for my eyes, powder or pencil for my eyebrows, did I need blusher (they decided not, I was already blushing enough , ha ha). Mascara and finished off with lipstick.

One of the other girls took off her ear rings and gave them to Kathering, they were big gold loops that clipped on.

Nadia handed me her leather jacket and as if this was all part of a normal evening, they grabbed their coats and started to head for the door. Katherine and Nadia had changed and were wearing dresses, Nadia having borrowed one from Katherine and a pair of shoes with straps at the back that looked a little small but comfortable.

"I´m going nowhere like this"

"Sam please, take a look in the mirror, nobody will recognise you"

I did so and Katherine was right, although I was not a perfect female, I certainly didn't look like me.

They decided to go to a gay bar because, with my arms, I would not pass for a woman.

If you don't mind I won't tell you about that, okay? It was a nice evening, we had a few drinks, we danced, I almost fell lots of times, Katherine danced all the slow ones with me and told me how much fun she was having and that she loved me very much. Nobody tried to pick me up,

I still had a few days before going back to work so I stayed with Katherine. Because of the night out at the bar, she thought nothing of handing me a skirt to wear rather than jeans, the tops were less and less unisex and she fussed with my hair more. When my hair fell over my eyes while cooking she got me hair clips, "just to keep my hair getting into the food".

We had sex, lots of sex and it just seemed to get better and better for Katherine, she just couldn't keep her hands off me. In fact, there seemed to be a desperation to her attention to me, it was as it she was just waiting until I was ready again before she would do something to arouse me and we'd run to bed. But I wasn't wearing pyjamas anymore.

I didn't argue, I just went along as always. I had Katherine and if I had to have sex wearing stockings, then so be it. And if this was making up for my recent abstinence, then I had a lot of catching up to do.

On the last day, before I must go home to get ready for work, we went to the salon again, it had been a week since the last visit.

The staff were friendly as before and complemented me that I had looked after my hair well and had clearly been moisturising every day, my manicure had lasted well too it seemed.

I sat at the chair and they went to work, creams and lotions and oils.

They told me my hair just needed a conditioning treatment, but I didn't know what the girl meant when she applied a heavy cream to my face. "This should keep the bristles at bay". I realised that my beard had been just slightly lighter than before. What cream could do that, if I had known about a cream that could cut down the amount of shaving, I would have done it ages ago.

I thought this would be a relaxing repeat of the last time. But… if you have ever had your legs waxed, you'll have some idea of what it is like to have your ass waxed, yes, I had the hair waxed from the crack in my ass. This was embarrassing, the girls got to see my thong, which they admired at great length, Katherine was there and just smiled.

I was now totally hairless from the neck down. From the conversation going on around me that I would be coming back every week and would start having my legs waxed too. I took heart from this, that Katherine was planning to stay with me. I lay back and relaxed in the comfort that my love was happy.

I had my manicure and pedicure, my feet were massaged and scraped and creamed. Lovely. My eyes were massaged and my eyebrows done again, I felt a stretching across the edges of my eyes and my eyelashes even got a treatment.

While I was relaxing, Katherine asked me could she do my ear rings, it was a question so casual that it was as if it had already happened. I didn't answer, and since I couldn't see her, I couldn't see if I was missing a storm or not.

I relaxed again and dozed off as the creams did their work.

I was woken in a shock as my left ear got stung, and before I could exactly work out what was happening, my right ear was stung. It wasn't much, just a kind of shock.

There was nothing to say for now, so I just waited, but I knew I would have pierced ears and with a sudden dawning, I realised that I had been told by Naomi that I should get my ears pierced and that I had replied drunkenly that Katherine was in charge of my ears. I'd meant it that there was no way Katherine would want such a thing. I'd had my left ear pierced when I was a teenager, but had taken it out and let it close long ago.

My treatment seemed to be coming to a close, I sat to have my hair washed and then styled. It took a little longer and I was actually feeling tired by the time they were all done.

Katherine was there beside me and kissed me when I stood up. Again she had treatments and her makeup was immaculate and a little more obvious than last time. She brushed her finger across my lips to wipe her lipstick off.

This time I did get to see myself in the mirror. My hair was completely different, still blond, but the style was a cascade of waves, brushed back from my face, revealing ear rings, my eye brows were now arched high, I looked like I was staring. I could see a dark line under and over my eyes and meeting at the outside corner and a little more. I had make up, blusher, eyeshadow and surprise surprise lipstick.

I stopped at the mirror, Katherine appeared at my side and demanded that I don't make a scene. I couldn't speak, even to thank the salon staff when they complimented my hair.

We didn't talk as we walked to her apartment, I could only think that I had to go to work tomorrow, how?.

Katherine was in a black mood, obviously I was supposed to like this and appreciate this, and she was furious that I was not acting grateful.

Back at the apartment, I went to the bedroom and examined myself.

I looked good enough I suppose, if it wasn't me, I would have been impressed.

My curiosity was aroused and I checked and confirmed that the lines on my eyes were at least semi permanent. I saw the face cream I had been using each morning, picked it up and read the instructions, it was a hormone cream, no wonder my hair growth was slowing.

Katherine sat on the bed and looked at me, there was love in her eyes. "This is what I want, You are who I want and this is how I want you."

"But what's next, where will it stop?"

"This is as far as I know" and she went to the wardrobe and took out a dress, a long black evening dress with sequins. "I want you to wear this tonight, I have a work function, and I'd like you to go with me, wearing this, I went shopping and got you these too."

She held a pair of high, delicate strap shoes.

"Anything else" I said unable to think there could be worse.

"Yes, this" and she took out a corset "This will control your bulge and give you a nicer figure, it won't be too tight, it will feel nice after a while, I really hope you'll like it. I love you Sam and I have been dreaming of being with you for all the time I knew you. But if you can't be with me, I'll understand"

So here I was, declaration of love, promise of love eternal but I'd be wearing a dress.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I just stood there.

Katherine stood, she kissed me on the cheek.

She opened the buttons on my blouse, pushed it back off my shoulders and down my inert arms.

She pulled the pants down, I stepped out of the shoes, she took off my socks and thong.

I was naked and stood still.

She took a suspender belt and fastened it to my waist, I didn't move.

I lifted one foot as she dressed my legs in stockings, I could see in the mirror the pattern, ribbons on each ankle. Hooked to the suspenders.

Black lace panties, the corset was brought around my body and fastened at the front, I smiled weakly as Katherine stood in front of me and fastened it.

She walked behind me and started to lace it up.

As it got tighter from the bottom up, I was developing a smaller waist and a tiny bosom, pushed up by the corset. It was padded, I would have the shape of breasts.

I stepped into the dress and watched Katherine bring it up my body.

She zipped me up and looked at me. "You look so good, I could eat you"

"Thanks"

She strapped me into the shoes and I was ready to have a final application of lipstick.

Katherine slipped into her dress and shoes and we went out, she had a small bag for me too.

We didn't speak except for pleasantries. At the party, I was just introduced as Sam, those who knew me, were a little taken aback, but, seemed comfortable enough. I joined in with the conversations, but I was subdued, Katherine seemed very comfortable and happy. She never did say much unless she felt she had something to contribute and I guess it appeared I was doing the same. My feet were aching, I was not used to high heels but the corset was comfortable, seemed to be holding me up.

Because it was a work function, the party lasted just a couple of hours and we took a taxi home. Katherine kissed me and thanked me for doing so well, she told me I was beautiful and she was so very happy to be with me.

I kissed her back (much to the apparent delight of the taxi driver) and said a quiet thank you, as softly and as feminine as possible, I didn't want to scare the driver.

Back at Katherine's apartment there was a clear change to our relationship. I put my bag on the table and Katherine took my hand and led me to the bedroom, I felt like a virgin.

She unzipped my dress and let it fall to the ground. She kissed my shoulders from behind and held me, I thought firmly.

Still in heels, stockings and corset, she pushed me down on the bed. I was kissed, caressed and I was made love to. We had sex with Katherine on top, she was aggressive and forceful. I loved every moment of it. It was the best sex I had ever had.

We had a shower and slept. I wore a long dark red nightdress, which I forgot to mention matched my pedicure.

I hoped there would be no work for me and told Katherine that I would be calling in sick.

She had been expecting this and had asked Naomi to go to my apartment.

My suit and briefcase were already there.

I wore my suit with my new loafers and a blouse. The corset underneath, without padding, Katherine said she didn't really like me to be padded. I should have taken that as a warning.

Katherine brought me in her car, dropped me off and rang me several times during the day to see how I was getting on.

It wasn't too bad a day. My secretary was delighted with the change, she told me I was bringing some sunshine to the office with my blonde wavy hair (mercifully without hair slides), high arched eyebrows and a very subtle makeup that Katherine had spent half an hour applying, just to make it very subtle. My ear rings were still the simple studs and I had a delicate gold chain around my neck. I was wearing a tie, but it was with the blouse and therefore about where my second button had been and matched my lipstick. Basically it was a normal day, my male colleagues just on with it, if they had to talk with me, they did. I wasn't asked by the men to lunch, so I went with the girls. This was okay and interesting, they talked about the same things the men did, but everyone got a chance, even my opinion was requested.

Back home at Katherine's, our female friends were already waiting to see me coming home, I got a cheer when I entered. I smiled, I felt I had achieved something.

They were very anxious to get me out of my suit and into something more comfortable.

I was anxious to get them to leave so I could have Katherine to myself.

They did leave and Katherine and I went to bed early.

My beard growth was slowing and my body hair didn't seem to be growing at all, Katherine was delighted.

Katherine's interest in my body was intense, she kissed me and caressed me passionately.

I was in heaven, a very feminine heaven but I was in love and loving my life.

Chapter 3.

Work dragged up some problems, the managers stopped asking me to become involved in projects and I found myself in a more support and administration role than I was used to.

I still wore my own suits, though they had to be adjusted, the corset was taking my waist right in and pushing the little flab on my chest higher. The longer I wore it, the smaller my waist was getting and more of a cleavage I was developing.

My ear rings were more obvious, Katherine kept trying to get me to choose, but I preferred her to choose for me, I deflected the clouds by insisting that it was really nice for me to have her choose for me, that I will get used to choosing when I had developed a style of my own.

This meant that some days I wore very long diamante and matching necklace, far too much for work, Katherine's joke I think and a pressure for me to get involved in my own dress.

At home and socially I had acquired a lot of new clothes, it seemed I was the same size as everyone had been at some time and I got a lot of presents. My weekly visit to the salon became less of a drama, maintenance as Katherine called it.

My life was not so different than it would have been in any case being with Katherine. I knew she met her female friends more than the rest and I still was her date to work functions and she was still mine. This raised some eyebrows, arched and otherwise. As word spread that we were a couple, we knew we were the subject for gossip. This was great for Katherine, the attention got her more attention for her work and she got promoted, twice. I just got sidelined from the major projects so I stopped getting a bonus, the girls at the office said I would now understand how they felt.

After three months I noticed I didn't have so much hair growth anymore, my blond hair was long and soft and shining. But there was another change, Katherine had been directing our sex more so that I did oral on her, I loved that and as strange as it may seem, my own lack of erection went unnoticed for some weeks, I was still enjoying sex and when Katherine brought me to orgasm, under my skirt, by hand, I was still having spectacular orgasms.

But, one day I did notice that when we were making love, and as much as Katherine had tried to distract me from my erection, I noticed that it, well I wasn't erect.

Katherine became uncomfortable and just blurted out that it would be impossible for me to have an erection from now on, but that there were some benefits.

I sat silent, just waiting to hear the rest.

The cream on my face explained the facial hair growth slowing, but it was my diet drinks that were responsible for the rest. They contained a testosterone inhibitor and female hormones. Naomi had given them to Katherine on the day she brought my suit.

The benefits were softer skin, I would not lose the hair on my head, I look great and breasts.

My hands went straight to my chest and removed padding that I wore every evening after I took off my corset. The change was very small, but, I did have the buds of breasts, my nipples were bigger than I remember and more sensitive, I found as I touched them.

I had given up all arguments long ago, I had surrendered to everything and now was too late.

I couldn't even cry, I was not a woman so that way was not available to me.

Katherine put her hand on my shoulder and I did cry, I sobbed and felt my emotional self flow out of me. It was like being outside myself watching this emotional outburst.

"You can go back if you want, if you stop taking the hormones, your erections will come back and facial hair."

"And the breasts?"

"I think they stay, but they are so small, no one would notice."

We lay together on the bed and I cried some more and asked more about what had happened. Katherine could only tell me that she loved me, but this is how she wanted me to be. I had to ask would she stay with me if I changed back, I knew the answer.

"So what's next"

"These would have to go" pointing to where my testicles. "Your penis can stay, I like that now, looks cute, I used to hate it. I really hated doing oral for you, it's nicer now, it's just like sucking your earlobes now" the last bit was said laughing, and I joined in.

We moved to my bigger apartment, I got rid of all my male clothes, Katherine and I went to our home town and told everyone. It was a big shock, but my mother thought I looked lovely. My dad held my chair in a restaurant, wow, what a gentleman.

I set up a new partnership with the girls of my old office and we share the bonus.

I am still Sam, I wear high heels all the time, I'm slim and shapely enough not to bother with a corset except when I feel like it or when Katherine insists. I choose my own ear rings and occasionally wear diamante. I love the salon, I love having a manicure, but always red now to match my lipstick. I've had my lips done and think I might get my breasts done, the hormones could only do so much. I don't need so many hormones now and only the slightest bulge between my legs.

I'm still in love, Katherine is still in love and life is good.

  

  

  

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