Tammy's Spirit

by Teddie S.

 

We stood at the window, and the woman with us pushed a button on the wall. The curtain pulled back, and on the Gurney, on the other side of the window, lay Tammy. She looked just like she was asleep, but I knew she was dead. My friend Phil, almost collapsed from the pain of seeing his wife.

A little over an hour ago, I had received a panicky call from Phil. The local police had called, and told him that his wife had been involved in a bad traffic accident, and they needed him to come to the hospital. He had called me, saying that he didn't think he could drive, and could I go with him.

I then called my wife, Eve, and told her about Phil's phone call. And, I also told her that this didn't sound good. Eve said that she would try and meet us there, as Tammy was her best friend.

When I picked Phil up, he was a nervous wreck, couldn't talk, and was crying. When we arrived at the hospital emergency room, they told us that things had taken a turn for the worse, and took us to a small room. Within minutes, a doctor, and a nurse joined us. When they told us that Tammy had passed away, Phil became a major wreck. Tammy and Phil had been a couple since high school, one of those real love stories.

Eve showed up a few minutes later, and even though she was also wreck, she helped comfort Phil. The nurse stayed with us. Then told me that someone would have to identify the body. I looked at Phil, he had overheard the conversation, and said, "Jimmy. I don't know if I can do it. Can you?"

"Phil," I said, "I think we need to do this together. You need to see her."

He looked at me for a minute. And, the nurse added, "Mr. Rockland. It really would be better if you did this. Your friend can come along."

After we had made the identification, a police officer explained what had happened. There had been a one car crash on the Interstate, and Tammy had died instantly.

Eve and I took Phil back to our house, and made him stay the night in our spare room. And, then we helped him with the funeral arrangements.

A week after the funeral, Eve had left for work, she has an hours drive, I work four blocks from the house, and usually walked. Just before leaving, I walked back into our bedroom, and there was a red satin thong and matching bra laying on our bed. I recognized them right away. They were part of my collection that I kept hidden very well in the attic. How did they get here? Had Eve found them? She never goes to the attic.

I took the bra and panties back to my hiding place, and put them away. Nothing else appeared to be disturbed.

Okay. Yes, I'm a crossdresser. Eve doesn't know. And, I'm not able to dress very often, only when Eve is working over, or out of town on business. When I dress, I like to go the whole way. Open bottomed girdle, thong, nylons, bra, breast forms, skirt, blouse, wig, high heels, and makeup. I really love doing my makeup, and have gotten good at it.

Over the next few weeks, other strange things happened. Lights would come on, or go off, all by themselves. Pictures on the wall would move. We would feel cold drafts. More of my stuff would appear on the bed.

Eve was starting to really freak out over all of this stuff. And, was almost to the point where she didn't want to stay in the house any longer. I tried to put it off, as the house settling. But, how much can a one hundred-year old house settle. And, how did the clothes make it from the attic to our bedroom. I was beginning to feel like she did.

Eve had picked this house out, as her dream house. It's a farm house, more than one hundred years old, and sits on ten acres of property. We've completely renovated it. And, neither of us wanted to leave.

So, Eve, did something completely out of character for her. She's a scientist. So, what she did was very strange for her. She contacted a woman, who said she could contact the spirt world. I was completely against it, and Eve had to do some fast talking to get me to go along with the idea.

I finally relented, and on a Friday evening a Mrs. Sloan arrived. As Mrs. Sloan walk into the house, she stopped in her tracks, and said, "Oh my. There's a real strong presence in this house. I've never felt anything like this."

Eve got a somewhat panicky look on her face, and Mrs. Sloan said, "Don't worry my dear. We'll figure this out. Can I look around the house?"

"I guess," Eve said. And, she followed Mrs. Sloan as she walked through the two stories, attic, and basement, of the house. I waited for them in the kitchen. When they were done, and back in the kitchen, Mrs. Sloan asked for a cup of tea, and we sat at the kitchen table.

Mrs. Sloan started with, "First, I'm not a medium, or anything like that. I don't use a crystal ball. I just have the ability to sometimes contact the soul of people who are still here. Some people have called me a spirit guide. But, I'm here to just help those souls."

"Souls that are still here?" I asked.

"Yes. Some souls don't cross over, for various reasons. Some just don't want to. They stay, and watch over their loved ones. Others, have a mission to accomplish before they can crossover."

I guess I looked at her a little skeptically.

She continued, "I know you're skeptical of me. And, that's all right. I've helped some police departments, and they were skeptical at first."

"So," Eve asked, "Do we have a spirt in this house?"

"Oh yes, my dear. A very strong one. But, one that appears to be friendly to you. And, that wants to communicate with you very badly."

"With me?"

"Yes dear. A very strong want to communicate."

"Oh!"

"Can I ask the two of you some questions?"

"Sure."

"I have a feeling that you recently lost someone very close."

Eve nodded yes.

"A friend or relative?"

"A friend," Eve replied.

"I've heard the initials, P and T."

"Phil and Tammy."

"Tammy was that the friend that you lost?"

"Yes."

"She's the one that wants to communicate with you."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"How can she?"

"I'm not sure. But, I get the feeling that it might be through another person. Maybe a woman. Do you know a woman whose name begins with an H, like Heather, or Harley, or Heidi, or Holly, or something like that?"

My stomach got a knot in it, with the mentioned of Heather. It's the name I had picked for my feminine side.

"Well there's a Heidi at work."

"No. Someone closer. Very close."

"No. There isn't anyone that I can think of. Can you Jim?"

"No.... No, I can't think of another woman we know with a name beginning with H."

I felt a cold draft. And, so did the two women.

Mrs. Sloan looked at me, and said, "Are you sure? It appears to be someone that is very close to you."

"Close to me? I can't think of anyone," I replied.

"For this spirt to contact you. You have to find this woman, and bring her here. Then the spirt should be able to contact you."

"I'll try. But, what do we do once we've found her?" Eve said.

"Let me know, and I'll be happy to come back. But, do not let her come in the house until I'm here."

After Mrs. Sloan had left. Eve and I sat, talked about this, and tried to figure out who we knew that had a name beginning with H. I didn't say a word about Heather. And, again we felt the cold draft, and Eve said, "Honey. Go, and make sure we closed the attic door."

"Sure."

I ran upstair, checked the attic door, and it was closed. As I was walking past our bedroom, I looked in, and stopped. On our bed were more of Heather's clothes. I got a cold chill. And, I quickly gathered them up, and hid them. Then, went back downstairs.

Later as we were going to bed, Eve went upstairs first, as I checked the doors, and I heard her yell down, "Jim. Jim, come up here!"

I thought, 'Now what?' and yelled back, "Be right there."

"Now!", was all I heard back. So, I almost ran upstairs.

I found Eve standing at the foot of our bed looking at something. And, I said, "What's wro..." I stopped mid-sentence, when I saw the clothes on the bed. The red satin set. My open bottomed girdle, nylons, a blouse, skirt, heels, wig, and my makeup case.

"Whose are these?" Eve asked.

"I ... I don't know."

"Are you sure?"

"Y ... Yea."

Again the cold draft. Enough to make the curtains move.

"Jim. What's going on?"

"N ... Nothing."

"Jim?"

"Nothing."

"Why do I get a feeling that these clothes have something to do with the spirit, Heather, and you?"

Again the cold draft.

"Nothing really."

"James Edward Hillman. Look at me."

My full name. I'm dead. I looked at her, and she said, "Now tell me that you don't know."

I just looked at her.

"I thought so. Who is she? What's going on?"

I looked at her, then the floor, and just said, "Me."

"You! How can she be you?"

"She just is."

"What are you telling me?"

"All right. I'm a crossdresser."

"A crossdresser. You?"

"Yes."

She sat down on the bed, just looking at me, making me very nervous. Finally she said, "A crossdresser. You wear women's clothes?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I like the feel of the clothes, and the look. I just like looking like a woman."

"But, you're not gay. Are you?"

"Eve! I'm not gay. You should know that."

"Yea. You're not gay."

"Do you want to be a girl?"

"No. I like who I am."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I figured you'd laugh at me. Or, leave me. Or, something."

She didn't reply to that, but asked, "Who's Heather?"

"That's my fem name."

"Your what?"

"The name I call myself when I'm dressed."

"Why?"

"I guess because when I'm dressed, I can't think of myself as Jim."

Again, she just sat there, looked at me, then asked, "How long have you been doing this?"

"For as long as I can remember."

"When do you do it?"

"When you're out of town, or working late."

"So, all of this is yours?"

"Yes."

"And, you wear all of it."

"Yes. And, other things."

"How much do you have?"

"A lot."

"The makeup case. Do you use makeup?"

"Yes."

"And, the wig?"

"Yes."

"You don't go out of the house do you?"

"No way."

She wasn't yelling, just asking questions. My stuff was still laying on the bed, and she said, "I'm really tired, and I need to sleep on this. You'd better put your things away. So, we can go to bed."

"All right. It'll take me a few minutes to move it all back up in the attic."

"Why the attic. Just put it in your closet, and chest of drawers."

I looked at her, and said, "The closet, and chest of drawers?"

"Sure. They're your clothes. Might as well put them in your closet and chest of drawers."

"If you say so."

With a little smile, she said, "I do."

I found places for these clothes, and put them away.

We got ready for bed, and as usually happens on weekday nights, she was asleep in seconds. I laid there just thinking of what had happened. We had been told that supposedly the spirit of our friend Tammy was in our house. I felt a cold chill when I thought 'supposedly'. My wife, because of this, had found out I was a crossdresser, and she didn't go ballistic. And, Tammy needed to talk, so to speak, with Eve, and needed to do it through Heather, my fem side. Why Heather, and what was going to happen? How could Eve sleep?

The following morning, as usual I was up well in advance of Eve. When she came into the kitchen, I was just fixing us brunch, another usual late Saturday morning thing. She walked over to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Good morning, Heather."

"Good morn ... Heather?"

"That's your other name isn't it?"

"Hmm."

We sat, ate brunch, and I finally broke the silence with, "Why didn't you go ballistic when I told you I crossdressed?"

"I sort of wanted to, but something kept me from doing it."

"Something?"

"Yea. I don't know what."

"So. You want me to get rid of all my things?"

"I don't know yet. But, we do need to try and find out what Tammy's trying to tell us."

"Like how?"

"I had a dream last night."

"I don't think I'm going to like this."

"I think you need to become Heather."

"I don't know." And, another one of those cold chills. So cold that I shivered.

"You cold?"

"No. Just a chill."

"Tammy?"

"Huh?"

"Think it might be her saying, 'I didn't like what you just said.'"

"You're beginning to believe in all of this, aren't you?"

"Aren't you? Can you explain any of the things that have happened around here? And, don't give me the story of the house settling."

"I guess I can't. Especially after last night."

"Though so."

I just sat there thinking, 'Eve wants me to become Heather, to see if Tammy can communicate through her. But, how is she going to communicate. What's going to happen to me?'

"What are you thinking about?" Eve asked.

"About what you want me to do."

"Become Heather?"

"Yea."

"And, you don't want to?"

"Kind of." Another chill. "I'm kind of afraid of what she'll do."

"Are you afraid that she'll hurt you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Another chill.

"I don't think Tammy would. She liked you too much."

"Maybe."

"Besides. In my dream, I saw Heather. And, I want to see if I'm right."

"You really want me to do this. Don't you?"

"Yes."

"Didn't Mrs. Sloan say that she should be here?"

"Do you think she needs to be here?"

"Yes! She said not to let Heather in the house until she was here."

"She did say that, didn't she. All right. I'll call her. When do you want to do this?"

"Never." Another chill. "But, I guess if we are, then the sooner the better."

Early that afternoon, Eve called Mrs. Sloan, and told her that we had found the woman, Heather. She didn't tell her that it was me. Mrs. Sloan again told Eve to not let Heather into the house until she was there. They set up a time for early this evening.

I was nervous as could be for the rest of the day. Trying to run through my mind what was going to happen. Not only was Eve going to meet Heather, but what was Tammy going to do?

Mrs. Sloan was right on time. And, as she walked into the house, she smiled, and said, "Your friend is happy that you've found Heather. What time is she going to be here?"

Eve looked at me, and said, "In a way, she's already here."

"What! She's not in the house yet is she?"

"In a way, yes."

"In a way?"

"After you left the last time, we had more strange things happen. The biggest, was a lot of women's clothes appeared on our bed."

"Women's clothes?"

"Yes. And, after talking to Jim for a while, I found out that they were his. He admitted to me that he's a crossdresser, and uses the name Heather."

"A crossdresser. That explains why I felt that the woman was close to him. Interesting."

"And, I had a dream about Heather, and Tammy."

"A dream?"

"Yes. We were sitting, and having a very nice talk. I couldn't tell what we were talking about, but it appeared to be something important."

"Hmm."

We just sat there for a few minutes, before Mrs. Sloan said, "This is interesting. Tammy wants to speak to Eve through Heather, who's Jim. She must feel comfortable with the both of you. Jim, did she know about your crossdressing?"

"No." I said, "No one did until last night."

"And, Eve, how did you feel when Jim told you about Heather?"

"It was strange. I felt like I wanted to yell, and scream at him, but I couldn't. Something kept me calm, and made me think before I talked."

"Tammy?"

"Maybe."

"Jim. How do you feel about this?"

"I'm not sure," I replied, "I'm worried what she'll do."

"I don't feel that she'll hurt you. I just think she needs you, to be able to talk to Eve. Besides, I felt relief from her, that she's finally going to be able to talk to Eve."

Eve finally asked the big question, "When do you think we need to do this?"

Looking at me Mrs. Sloan said, "The sooner the better."

Eve asked me, "Honey. Will you do this?"

I thought for a bit, and said, "I guess."

"Is there anything we can help you with, or get you?"

I looked at her, and said, "A good stiff drink."

Mrs. Sloan asked me, "Is there a point where you feel more like Heather, then Jim?"

"I guess when I finally apply my lipstick."

"Then why don't you come back here when you're at that point."

I sat there, looked at Eve, looked back at Mrs. Sloan, and then back at Eve.

Eve said, "Honey. I don't think Tammy will hurt you. She needs to talk. There's something very important to her that she needs to tell."

I took a deep breath, got up, and said, "I'll be back."

I slowly walked upstairs, and heard Eve ask Mrs. Sloan, "He'll be all right. Won't he?"

"He'll be fine," Mrs. Sloan replied.

I really hoped that she was right.

I walked into our bedroom, and I guess Tammy had chosen my clothes for me. Laying on my bed were my red satin bra and thong set. My high waist, side zippered, open bottomed girdle. Nylons. Breast forms. My brown and white print, silk, broomstick, skirt. My dark brown, long sleeved, off the shoulder blouse. My black wig. And, my wedge sandals, with three- inch heels, were sitting on the floor. I looked at Eve's dressing table, and my makeup case was sitting there. This makeup case was large, and held not only my makeup, but other things, such as jewelry.

I just stood there. Took a deep breath, and undressed. I slipped the red thong up my hairy legs. I'd never gotten brave enough to shave my legs. I got everything comfortable, and pulled the thong up tight to hold everything in place. Next came the girdle. I did my usual tug and pull to get it on, fastened the hook and eye closure, and pulled up the zipper. Something felt unusually good. Next came the nylons. I sat on the bed, rolled one of them up, slipped it over my left foot, and unrolled them up my leg. I carefully straightened them, and fastened the three garters. Then I did the right leg. There was just something about the tug of the garter straps.

Next was the red satin bra. I put my arms through the straps, reached behind, and fastened the hook and eye closures. I adjusted it a little, and pulled what little extra chest flesh that I had into the cups. I added my breast forms, and now had 38C breasts. I picked up my black wig, walked over to Eve's dressing table, and sat down.

I looked in my makeup case, and found one of my wig caps. I carefully put it on, pushing my hair up inside it. I looked at my face, trying to decide if I wanted to arch my eyebrows, or not. I reached for the tape, carefully placed one strip on my forehead just above where I wanted the arch on my left eye, and attached the other end of the tape to the wig cap. Then did the same to my right eyebrow. I looked at my brows, took a pair of tweezers, and cleaned them up a little.

I started with a moisturizer, then foundation, and a soft blush. Then I did my eyes, a liner on both the upper and lower lid. A combination of soft earth tone eye shadows. Then my mascara, I use a lengthener, and a black color. Then a very light color on my brows, just to make them stand out a bit. I usually add lipstick at this point, but because Mrs. Sloan had said to do that in front of her, I didn't.

I then carefully put the wig on, and brushed it into a nice style. This is a real hair wig, and holds whatever style I brush into it, if I lightly spray it with hair spray. Which I did. I dug through the makeup case looking for a certain set of earrings. I wish my ears were pierced. But, I had found some really nice clip on earrings. I found the set I wanted, and put them on. Next was a couple rings, a bracelet, and a very fine neckless.

I don't normally wear glasses. But, I had found that a pair adds to my feminine look. I'd found a place that would furnish frames with plain glass in them, and ordered a couple pairs. My favorite pair, was a pair with rectangular black frames. I took those out of my makeup case, and slipped them on. I was seeing Heather.

I got up walked back to the bed, slipped the skirt, and blouse on. I adjusted the blouse so that one of my bra straps showed. Next came the shoes. I stepped into them, and fastened the ankle straps.

Normally I don't do my nails. But, something in the back of my mind said, why not. I had found some really nice press on nails. Their largest one was perfect for my thumb, and they looked very nice. The other nice thing about these was the adhesive. It was water soluble. When you wanted to remove them, all you had to do was soak your hands in water for a few minutes. I carefully took out a set, and attached them to my own nails. My hands looked very feminine.

Now, like a lot of women, I had a problem choosing the color of lipstick I want to wear. I must have two dozen tubes in different shades. I started looking through them, and chose a bright red. But, something made me put it back, and chose a very dark red. One I didn't remember having. I almost started putting it on, but stopped.

I walked over to Eve's full length mirror, and took a long look. Heather looked back at me. I took a deep breath, walked out of the bedroom, and back downstairs to where Eve and Mrs. Sloan were. As I walked into the room, Mrs. Sloan was the first to see me, her eyes got big, and her mouth dropped open. Eve, who'd been talking, turned, looked, and got a look of, who's this.

Mrs. Sloan said, "Heather?"

I looked at her, and finally said, "I guess."

Eve finally found her voice, and said, "Jim. I ... I can't believe this. You look so much like a girl. How?"

"I guess, I just learned over the time."

"Your makeup is so nice, your clothes, and your jewelry. You should be buying my things. And, you learned this all by yourself!?"

"Thanks, I think. I did a lot of reading, and trial and error."

"I just can't believe how good you look."

I was beginning to feel embarrassed. I knew that I had perfected a look that I liked. But, hearing this from my own wife, was really nice. And, she still wasn't yelling. Then she added, "Why didn't you ever tell me about this part of you?"

"Like I said last night, I figured you'd laugh at me, leave me, or something."

She walked over to me, gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Just like she does to her girl friends.

Mrs. Sloan was finally able to say, "Jim. I am totally surprised. To be honest, I thought I was going to see the guy in a dress thing. But, that's not what I'm seeing. I've not seen many, or really any, crossdressers before. And, I can only say, wow."

I actually think I blushed a little. So, I guess I do a good job of changing myself. I didn't think it was really that good. But, these two women were impressed.

I looked at the lipstick tube in my hand, then at the two women, and said, "I'm not really sure I can do this."

"Jim," Mrs. Sloan said, "I'm sure that Tammy won't do anything to harm you. But, I have to be honest with you. I've never seen or heard of a spirt taking over a body this way. So, I don't know what will happen."

I looked at Eve. She smiled, and said, "Honey. It's entirely up to you. But, from what Mrs. Sloan has told me, Tammy's spirt won't be able to rest until she's fulfilled her mission. Whatever it may be."

I smiled nervously at her, and said, "You really want me to do this don't you?"

"I want to help Tammy. But, I don't want to hurt you. And, I don't think Tammy would do that. But, it's entirely up to you."

I took a really deep breath, turned, and walked toward the small downstairs bathroom. With the two women following me. I turned on the light, looked in the mirror, and saw Heather. And, then I saw something else in the mirror. It was a figure, but just a quick vision. I spun around, but there was nothing there.

Eve said, "What's wrong?"

"I thought I saw something behind me."

"There wasn't anything there."

"You sure?"

"Yes, honey. We didn't see anything."

"Okay."

I turned back toward the mirror. Took the cover off the tube of lipstick. And, it was like I wasn't doing it, but watching someone else apply the lipstick. I knew it was my face, or Heathers, but I wasn't applying the lipstick, she was. I felt strange, and there was an aura around me.

Then, I felt like I was inside someone else's body. Looking out through their eyes. I was no longer in control of my actions. I couldn't talk, or move. But, my body was moving, being controlled by someone, or something.

My body turned toward Eve, and Mrs. Sloan, and said, "Oh Eve. Thank you for helping me."

"Tammy?" Eve said.

"Yes, honey."

"How can I be sure?"

"There's something that only you and I know. I can whisper it to you, but Jim will find out."

Eve got a little bit of a worried look on her face, but said, "I guess he can know my secret. I know his."

My head leaned over next to Eve, and whispered, "You and I are lovers."

My wife and her best friend were lovers!

Eve then looked at Mrs. Sloan, and said, "It's Tammy."

"Tammy," Mrs. Sloan said, "What can we do to help?"

"Can we go sit in the kitchen?" Tammy asked.

"Sure honey," Eve answered.

We walked into the kitchen, and Eve asked, "Would anyone like a cup of tea?"

Mrs. Sloan said, "That would be nice."

Tammy answered, "I don't need anything like that anymore. But, Heather might like one."

Finally we were sitting at the table. Everyone had a cup of tea, and Eve asked, "Tammy. Honey. What can we do to help you?"

Tammy said, "The accident wasn't an accident."

"What!"

"I was driving on the Interstate, and another car ran me off the road."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

"Do you know who was driving?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Phil's girlfriend."

"What! Phil's girlfriend?"

"He's been having an affair for the past couple of months. He was careless, and I found some emails between them. I was going to confront him, but didn't get a chance."

"Oh, honey! Why an affair? Why didn't you tell me? You two have been a couple since high school. But, why would she run you off the road?"

"I guess I just wasn't good enough anymore. She wanted him to leave me. And, he wouldn't. I wasn't a hundred percent sure until the day of the accident, or I'd have told you. I guess I should have said something to you earlier."

My body started to cry at this point. I was actually feeling Tammy's emotions. Eve reached over, touched my hand, and I felt a lot of love between the two of them.

"So, she did away with you, to have him to herself."

"Exactly."

"What do we need to do?"

"We have to get the police to reopen the investigation. And, somehow get them to look at the car again before it's destroyed. There's damage to the left front, which they never found."

"How can we do that?"

"Ah ... ", Mrs. Sloan said, "Maybe I can help. Was it the Highway Patrol, or the local police?"

"The local police."

"Good. I've worked with them before. Maybe they'll listen if I'm with you."

"There was also damage to the right rear of her SUV. She's had it fixed. So, I don't know if they can find anything."

"Well sure try."

"Who's the bitch Phil, was having the affair with?" Eve asked.

"You'll never believe it. Susan Barns."

"Susan Barns. That little slut from his office."

"Yea. I don't know what he sees in her."

"Me either. We'll get her."

"I hope. Then I can pass into the after life."

I saw Eve start to cry. And, once she'd settled down, she asked "I have to know something."

"What's that love?"

"Why Jim, and why Heather?"

"After I died, I couldn't rest because of what happened, and how the police handled it. Phil was really hurt by it, but Susan has already moved in with him. I needed help in trying to correct this, and also needed someone that I could trust. So, I naturally came here. I tried a number of ways to contact you, and couldn't. But, one day, while you were gone, Jim dressed up as Heather, and I had an idea. I needed a body that I could enter to talk with you. And, I knew when Jim became Heather, he really took on the persona of a girl. I also knew I could trust him, and really trust you.

"I wanted to appear to you as a girl, and I had to get him to dress as Heather, with you here. So, I started doing things. Moving pictures. Turning light on and off. Getting his clothes from the attic to the bedroom. You should see his wardrobe, it's better than yours.

"You contacted Mrs. Sloan, with a little help from me. And, she was able to sense that I was here, and that I wanted you to do something with a girl whose name began with an H. And, once I got Jim to admit to you that he was a crossdresser named Heather. And, you put two and two together. I was able to talk with you. And, no Jim, honey, I'd never hurt you."

Eve sat there nodding her head yes, then asked, "Can Jim hear us?"

"Yes. And, sense everything that I do."

"Let Mrs. Sloan, Jim, and I, try and see if we can get the police to reopen your accident investigation. Where's your car?"

"It's at the State Wide Wrecking yard in East Lake."

Mrs. Sloan said, "Wouldn't it be better if you came with us, Tammy?"

"It might."

Wait. I thought, 'How is Tammy going to be with us?'

"Wouldn't that mean that Jim would have to do this as Heather?" Eve asked.

"I would feel better that way," Tammy said.

I thought, 'Wait. What about me? Don't I get a say in this?'

"I don't think he'd mind," Eve said.

'Maybe I would.', I thought.

"I think I'd better let Heather come back. I feel she's getting restless. I'll know when you're going to talk to the police, and I can come with you as Heather."

Eve got up, as did I, or was it Tammy. Eve gave me a big hug, a kiss on the cheek, and whispered, "I really miss you." I, or Tammy, returned the hug, and kiss. And, whispered, "I'll really miss our times together."

I felt strange again, and there was an aura around me again. When the aura was gone, I was back in control of my own body, and still hugging Eve. I whispered, "You're a lesbian?"

Eve whispered, "You know better. Bisexual. I'll tell you later."

Eve and I sat back down. And, Eve asked me, "You heard everything. Right?"

"Yes. I sure did. Phil's an ass. I've seen Susan Barns. And, she has to have something on him. She's a real slut puppy. But, how about you letting me make my own decision if I want to go through with this again."

"I'm sorry. Was it that bad?"

"No. But, the emotional roller coaster was something else."

"What?"

"I could feel everything that Tammy was feeling."

"Oh."

"Including her love for you."

Mrs. Sloan said, "We won't be able to do anything with the police until Monday when their record's office is open. But, I've worked with them before, and I think that'll help us."

"Good," Eve said, "If Jim will let us take Heather with us, we can probably stop at the State Wide Wrecking yard, and see if Tammy's car is still there."

"So, I'll see you two on Monday. With Jim or Heather?"

"We'll see," I said.

Mrs. Sloan left, and Eve and I sat in the kitchen. I finally asked, "Care to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Eve asked.

"You and Tammy."

"Oh that."

"Yea, that."

"Tammy and I had a thing in high school. And, it just carried over after we were both married."

"Even though Phil and Tammy were such a couple?"

"Yes. He had no idea. We just had our times alone, and were very careful."

"Did you love her more than you love me?"

"No, sweetheart. Our love was different. I can't explain it. But, it was just something special that Tammy and I shared. You mad?"

"No. A little hurt, I guess."

"At least we know each others secret now."

"Yea."

"And, by the way. You do look very good."

"Thanks."

"Now you tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"About Heather."

"What about Heather?"

"How she came about."

"I guess I owe you that, don't I. Well.... My two older sisters, and one of their friends, had a game they played, called put the boy in a dress. The first few times they played it, I really didn't like it. But, all three girls were stronger then I was, and mom had always taught us to play nice. So, I put up with it. After the first few times, I more than put up with it, I started looking forward to it.

"They would chase me around, catch me, and completely undress me. And, then put panties, and a red satin dress on me. The only thing I really hated was being completely naked in front of the three girls. One day, Nancy, the friend, put makeup on me. I think she'd used makeup since she was born, as she was always wearing it. At least lipstick.

"They wouldn't play this game often. In fact it got to the point that they didn't play it often enough for me. So, I started borrowing things from my older sister Jan. We were, and still are, about the same size. It was hard to dress very much, as there was always someone home. But, I did what I could.

"My sisters started getting the typical teenage girl's magazines, and I would read them when I could hide one in my room. I loved reading about clothes, makeup, and such things. The older I got the more I want to dress in the pretty clothes, and look like a girl.

"In my teens, when I was home, I'd dress. And, I got braver and braver. I'd slip into panties, and a bra. Then go into my sister's room, and try different makeup ideas that I'd read about. I even tried keeping my eyebrows neat. I loved doing different looks with my eyes, and got good at it. And, I found an over all look that I thought was good for me. Jan was the only one that ever knew.

"In college, at least for the first couple of years, it was impossible to do anything. I shared a room with two other guys. In my junior year, I was working enough to be able to get a small apartment, and that's when I started buying my own things. I even got brave one day, and went to a wig salon, and asked about wigs. The woman was very nice, and helpful. She helped me pick out a wig that looked good on me. That's where I bought my good wig a couple of years ago.

"I'd never go out. I'd just dress at home, or in my apartment. I was still dressing even after we moved in together. I was just very careful about hiding my things. And, when we got the house, the big attic was a perfect stash for my things."

We just sat there and looked at each other for a few minutes. Then, Eve asked, "How did Jan find out?"

I smiled thinking about it, and continued, "One day, while I was still in high school, I was in her room doing my makeup, and I didn't hear her come in the house. When I was done, I heard a cough. I looked at the door, and there stood Jan. She said, 'I wondered who was using all my makeup.' I couldn't say anything. But, she was smiling.

"She walked over to me, looked closely at my face, and said, 'Not bad little brother. I'd use a little less eye liner. And, your eyebrows need more shaping. But, not bad. In fact you look cute.'

"I just looked at her. Still not being able to say anything. Then with a grin, she said, 'I guess our game, of put a dress on the boy, had an effect. And, I guess living with all sisters doesn't help.' I was finally able to say something, 'I'm sorry. I won't use your things again.' She said, 'Jimmy. It's all right. I don't mind. In fact I think it's kind of cute. But, don't let dad catch you.'

"I guess the look on my face was shock, as I said, 'You don't mind?' She answered, 'No. And, if you need any help, just ask.' I replied, 'You're kidding me?' And, she said, 'No. I'm not kidding.' And, she turned, and walked out of her room. She stuck her head back in, and said, 'It's really a cute look.'

"I sat there for a few minutes in shock. Then, took off my makeup, put my own clothes back on, and got out of Jan's room. It was weeks before I dressed again. When I finally did, I looked in Jan's makeup drawer, and there was a note card with my name on it. I opened it, and it said, 'Jimmy. Look in my bottom drawer. There's a bag, and what's in it is yours. We shouldn't share makeup or panties. Love, Jan.'

"I looked in her bottom drawer, and like she said, there was a bag. In it was makeup, a lot of makeup. Foundation, mascara, eyeliner, a number of lipsticks, different eye shadows, blush, brushes, tweezers, and two pair of panties. And, another note that said, 'Enjoy, and have fun. But, be careful with my clothes. Jan'

"I took everything out of the bag, set it on her dressing table, and just looked at it. She had chosen the colors that I loved. I carefully applied my makeup, and was happy with what I saw. Jan and I became closer than we were before."

Eve was smiling at me, and said, "I thought you two were close. Interesting."

"So, how do you feel about this? You mad?"

"Mad? No. I little unhappy that you didn't tell me earlier? Yes. And, actually, you look very cute, and very feminine, sitting here. How do I feel, knowing my husband is crossdresser? I'm not sure yet. Something inside says that it's not a problem. I still have my husband, who I love very much."

"Is Tammy telling you that this is all right?"

"I'm not sure. But, something inside is saying, that there's nothing wrong with what I'm seeing."

"So, you don't have a problem with this. From what I've read, it won't go away. We're stuck with it. Or, at least I am."

"Why wouldn't I be stuck with it?"

"If you ... left me."

"Love. I'd never do that. I love you too much."

"Me Jim, or me Heather?"

"Silly. Isn't Heather a part of you?"

"Yes."

"And, if I love Jim. Doesn't that mean I love Heather?"

"I guess."

"You guess. Love, believe it."

"It's ... It's that you just accepted this so quickly. I figured that if you ever found out, that you would really be upset with me."

"Maybe it has to do with the way I found out. In the past few days, I've learned there are really spirits, I've spoken to a friend's spirit, found out that someone killed my best girlfriend, and found out my husband is a crossdresser. And, being a scientist, the first two go against all my training. The third was a major shock to everything I hold dear. So, maybe your feminine side was the least of the shocks."

"So, I figure that we're going to help Tammy prove what Susan did?"

"You better believe it."

"So, Monday, you want Tammy to go along with you, and Mrs. Sloan, to the police?"

"I think it would be best."

"Hmm."

"Not sure about it?"

"I don't know about the emotional roller coaster. I can do Heather. But, letting Tammy in is another thing. I guess I can try it again, and see what happens. But, if I say I want out, I hope she'll understand."

"The emotional roller coaster?"

"Yea. When she took over, I felt everything she did. The hurt from what Phil did. Her hate of Susan. And, her love for you. It was really hard feeling all of that."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. And, I'm glad you told me about the two of you. I won't say I understand, because I don't. But, I'm all right with it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

She got up, and gave me a very deep, slow, kiss. Then said, "I love you."

I stayed as Heather the rest of the evening, and it appeared that Eve was comfortable with it. And, as we were getting ready for bed, she watched me carefully as I went through my makeup removal routine. When I was done, she said, "Now I know why your skin is so soft."

"Why?"

"You do a very proper job of cleaning, and moisturizing, after you remove your makeup."

"You can thank Jan for that."

"I will."

We made love that night, and it felt special. Eve took control, and we did things we hadn't done for a long time.

On Sunday morning, after breakfast, Eve said, "You know, if you go with us on Monday, it'll be your first time out of the house."

"I know," I replied, "And, I'm scared to death."

"You should be fine. Tammy should be in control. And, when she was with you yesterday, your femininity was really evident. And, your actions were completely feminine."

"I know. I felt it."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"So, are you going to do it?"

"I guess. I think Tammy deserves justice." I felt warm inside.

"Do you have a pants suit, or slacks, or something with pants?"

"No. Only skirts, and dresses. Why?"

"Your legs are hairy."

"Oh."

"We could go shopping for some slacks?"

"I don't like slacks."

"Why?"

"They're not feminine enough for me. Shorts are all right."

"Have you ever shaved your legs?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I was afraid that someone would say something, and that you wouldn't like it."

"Why wouldn't I like it?"

"I don't know."

"Have you wanted to shave them?"

"Yes. I hate my body hair."

"So. Do it."

"Really?" I again felt something warm inside.

"Yes. In fact, I'll run to the drug store, and get some dilatory if you want. It'll be quicker, and the newer ones help retard hair regrowth."

"You'd do that?"

"Yes."

Later that morning I was minus basically all of my body hair. Eve had talked me into doing my back, and chest. And, it hadn't taken much persuasion on her part. My arm hair was fairly fine to start with, so we didn't have to do anything to my arms. But, Eve did have me shave my underarms. Being minus my body hair felt strange, and at the same time very good.

Eve looked at me, smiled, and said, "Much better. No more ugly body hair."

"You really think so?"

"Yes. In fact you should keep it this way."

"Really?"

We were eating dinner, and something hit me. Nothing strange had happened in the house today, and I said, "Honey. You know nothing strange has happened in the house today. I wonder if Tammy is still here?"

I shouldn't have opened my mouth, because the kitchen lights flickered.

"She's here," Eve said.

"I guess I should have known."

On Monday morning, both Eve and I called into work, and took a days vacation. Mrs. Sloan was going to be here at ten, and we were going to the police department, after a stop at the wrecking yard. When I went back up to the bedroom to dress, Tammy had already picked out my clothes. A different bra and thong set. My open bottom girdle, she must know that I love these. Nylons. A gray, straight, knee length, skirt. And, a plain, but pretty, white blouse.

After I had completely dressed, and put on my makeup, I picked up the same lipstick as Saturday. I looked at it, and without any hesitation, I went to apply it. And, again it was like someone else was putting it on, and I felt the aura around me. I was Heather on the outside, and Tammy on the inside.

I fussed with my hair for a second, and Tammy must have been happy with everything else. I got up, and went downstairs to where Eve was waiting for Mrs. Sloan. Walked up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned around, smiled, and kissed me on the lips. I felt Tammy's love, as well as mine, for Eve.

Just then Mrs. Sloan pulled in the drive, without any hesitation on my part, we walked out, and got in her car. Mrs. Sloan said, "Good morning ladies. Is it Tammy or Heather?"

I looked at her, and answered, "Good morning. It's Tammy."

"Good. But, we'd better call you Heather. Where are we going first?"

"To the wrecking yard. To see if my car is still there," I answered.

We headed to the wrecking yard, and it must have been a sight to see three women looking for a car in the yard. It took us about forty-five minutes to find it, but we did. And, it was lucky that they hadn't destroyed it yet, and that it was in a place that we could get a good look at it.

The car was a mess. You could see where the fire department had done their work getting Tammy out of the car. But, you could also see the damage caused by the crash, and could tell that no one could have survived it. I felt Tammy's pain in seeing this.

The front end of the car was a mangled mess, and it was hard seeing things. But, Tammy showed us to a place where we could see the front- left fender, and pointed out some paint on the fender. We looked closely, and sure enough there was a scrapped and dented area, and silver paint on her black car.

We found the man running the wrecking yard, and told him that we were going to the police, to try to get them to reopen the accident investigation. We slipped him fifty dollars to make sure the car wasn't destroyed. And, he agreed that it wouldn't be. Who could turn down three such lovely ladies?

It was then off to the police department, and as we were driving, Mrs. Sloan said, "I called, and talked to Sergeant Cameron. He remembered me very well. I told him that we had some additional information on Tammy's accident. So, he's expecting us."

I said, "I hope we can convince him."

"Tammy honey," Eve said, "I feel that we will."

Mrs. Sloan then said, "Let me do most of the talking. We don't want him knowing about Jim/Heather, and Tammy. So, it needs to be just Eve, Heather, and me. We'll tell him that Tammy had told Eve about the affair that Phil and Susan were having, and how Susan had wanted Phil to leave Tammy, but wouldn't. And, how that you had contacted me about some feelings you were having about the accident not being an accident, but being caused by someone. And, how we stopped, checked out the car, and found the paint on the car."

As we were leaving the police department, Mrs. Sloan said, "That went better then I had expected. The Sergeant took everything we said as close to fact as he could, until he checks it out. I think we'll know something by the end of the week."

I said, "I sure hope you're right about that. I don't want Phil being with that slut. He really deserves better."

"Tammy, honey," Eve said, "Even after what he did to you?"

"Yes. I still love him." And, I started to cry.

Mrs. Sloan, "I think we need to get some lunch."

Later that afternoon, after Mrs. Sloan had left, we were sitting in the kitchen, and Eve said, "Is Tammy still here?"

"Yes."

Eve took my hands in hers, and said, "Jim, I hope you don't mind me saying this. But, Tammy love. I really do miss you."

"I know I miss you too. And, I don't think Jim minds."

For some reason I didn't. I really felt the love these two had for each other, and the sorrow that Tammy was gone.

I got up, went to Eve, bent down, and gave her a deep kiss. I could feel the sexual tension building between us. Eve stood up, and gave me a very deep, sensual, kiss. That kiss turned into passion. I'd never felt anything like this before. I could feel how Tammy felt about Eve, and the love of one woman for another.

Eve took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. I hesitated at the door, and said, "What about Jim?"

"I ... I don't know. I just need you one last time."

"But, it won't be the same. Remember Jim's body is under all of this."

"I know. But, your spirit is also in there."

The emotions that I was feeling were overwhelming. I actually wanted Eve to have Tammy again. And, I guess what I was feeling, Tammy was also feeling. Because, Tammy finally whispered, "Jim want's this to happen."

My arms wrapped around Eve's neck, and we were in a very deep kiss. The kiss turned into heavy petting, which turned into our clothes ending up on the floor. Eve was naked, and I was down to a panty and bra. I had performed cunnilingus on Eve many times, but feeling it from Tammy's point of view was mind opening. I learned how a woman feels giving it, and how to do it from their perspective. What Eve did to me was out of this world. She had performed fellatio on me a few times, but now it was like she couldn't get enough. And, what I was feeling was mind blowing. It was like multiple orgasms. She even ventured to places, with her fingers, that she'd never ventured too before.

We laid in bed for a long time afterwards just holding each other. We kissed, and Tammy finally said, "Eve, I love you so much. But, I have to go. And, I'll be back soon." And, I heard her think, 'Jimmy. I love you too.'

Eve said, "Tammy, please don't go."

"Honey. I need to. I will be back. I promise."

Eve started crying. I touched the side of her face, and said, "Honey, please don't cry. Jim loves you as much as I do. He's here for you, and always will be."

I felt the aura again, and Tammy was gone. That left me, looking like a disheveled Heather, holding Eve while she cried. I said, "Sh. It'll be all right. I love you."

"Jimmy," Eve said, "I love you so much. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting Tammy come back."

"If it makes you happy, it makes me happy."

We laid there awhile longer just holding each other. And, Eve quietly cried.

Later as we getting up, Eve slipped on a robe. And, I started to put Heather away. Eve said, "You don't have to put Heather away unless you really want to."

"You don't mind?"

"No. I think I'd enjoy having her around today." And, she handed me one of her robes.

I straightened up my makeup, and hair. And, we had a very simple dinner that evening. Afterwards we just sat listening to music, and nothing was said about the days events. We went to bed early. I did take the time to remove my makeup, and moisturize. But, I slept in my bra and panties. Eve cuddled closer than she ever had.

Tuesday and Wednesday, were normal days for us, but we knew that Tammy was around.

Thursday, when I arrived home from work, there was a message on the answering machine. It was from Mrs. Sloan, and she had heard from Sergeant Cameron. The police were reopening the accident investigation, as they had found the unusual damage on Tammy's car. And, they were looking at Susan as a person of interest. As I listened to the recording, I could sense something in the room. I thought, 'Tammy was hearing this.' Eve was working late, so I called her, and told her. And, you could hear the excitement in her voice. She just asked one question, "Will Heather be there when I get home?"

"Do you want her to be?" I asked.

"It would be nice."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Good. I'll see you in an hour. And, I'll bring Chinese."

I decided to be sexy tonight. I don't know why. But, I did. I got one of my mini skirts out, and a low cut blouse to match. A matching black bra and thong set. No girdle. No nylons. A pair of red, three inch heels, drop dead sexy, pumps, with ankle straps.

I got dressed, and did my makeup. It was a sexy look, with heavy eye makeup. And, this time a bright red lipstick, and there was no aura of Tammy. But, I sensed her presence. I did my hair in a sexy way, with part of it partially covering my right eye. And, I went to the trouble of the stick on nails, in a color to match my lipstick.

I finished dressing in time to set the table, just before Eve walked in the door. She looked at me, smiled, and said with a smile, "God, Heather, you are hot."

"Just for you love." And, I kissed her.

We sat down to eat, and Eve didn't eat much.

It didn't take me long to ask, "Honey. What's wrong?"

"I'm just a little sad."

"Why?"

"Just knowing that when the police finish their investigation, and they arrest Susan, as I know they will, that Tammy will be gone forever."

"I know. You loved her, and it's hard to let go,"

"You do know, don't you?"

"Yes. I've felt her love for you, and the emotions that were there. And, I can understand why she loved you the way she did. I love you the same way."

"You do?"

"Yes. I've always loved you very deeply. More then I can say, or show."

"You know. I'm sitting here looking at a very pretty woman, and this woman is also my husband. It's strange, but I love both of you. I want both of you."

"You want both of us?"

"Yes. I want to make love to my husband, and to this woman."

"I can be Heather for you any time you want me to."

She finally started to smile, and said, "I know love. But, there's something else. And, I'm not sure what it is."

Two weeks later we heard from Mrs. Sloan. The police had arrested Susan, she had broken down under interrogation, and admitted too deliberately causing the fatal crash. She hadn't wanted to go through a trial. So, she pled guilty at her arraignment, and was going to be in court on Friday to be sentenced. And, she thought Tammy might want to be there.

Even though I'd become Heather a number of times during the past two weeks that Friday was a little different. As I was doing my makeup, I wasn't in control, Tammy was. And, when Eve saw me, she said, "Dear God. You look so much like Tammy did. You could be her sister."

"Too much?"

"No. But, it was a shock. How did you do it?"

"I didn't. Tammy did."

"Oh."

I dressed in a conservative business suit, with a knee length skirt, and a nice jacket. Under it was a proper blouse. My matching red bra and panty set. My favorite open bottomed girdle, with black nylons. And, a pair of short heels. I even did my nails with a red nail polish, instead of the press on nails. I looked like a high paid lawyer.

Mrs. Sloan, Eve, and I, sat in the back of the court room on the right side. We saw Phil on the left side of the court room, and he didn't see us. Then, we watched as Susan was led into the court room, and sat with her lawyer at the defendant's table. The prosecutor was at his table.

They went through the normal court things, and Susan was sentenced to ten to fifteen years. I leaned over to Eve, and said, "Not nearly long enough."

"I know love," Eve whispered back, "Lets just hope that they make it really hard on her."

As they were leading her out of the court room, I stood up, Susan looked toward me, and fainted. I could feel Tammy laugh inside.

As we were leaving the court room, we heard someone say, "Eve."

We stopped, and turned around. It was Phil. He stopped dead in his tracks, and stared at me. Then stammered, "I ... I'm ... I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare. But, you look so much like someone I use to know."

I just gave him a very sly grin. As Eve said, "Phil. Your infidelity cost me a very dear friend. If I could figure a way to put you behind bars, I would. Jim and I never want to see you, or hear from you, again."

We turned, and walked away from him. And, again I could feel Tammy laugh inside.

As Mrs. Sloan was dropping us off at home, Eve said, "Thank you so very much for helping Tammy. I know she can be happy now."

"It was my pleasure," Mrs. Sloan said, "Tammy can now pass to the other side. And, I know it will be a sad time for you, but realize that she will be very happy. Just keep her in your thoughts. And, Heather, you've made this a very interesting time."

We said good bye to Mrs. Sloan, and went inside. I could feel the sadness from Tammy. I turned to Eve, looked her directly in the eyes, and said, "Love. It's time for me to leave."

I could see the tears well up in Eve's eyes. And, I continued, "Don't cry. Just remember our times together, and that we'll always love each other. Also, remember that Jim loves you as much as I do. And, that Heather is also here for you."

The tears started running down Eve's cheeks, and I kissed her. She looked at me, and said, "Tammy. I love you so much. I don't want you to go."

"I know love. But, I must."

I kissed Eve very deeply, and I heard Tammy say to me, 'Jimmy. It's going to be hard on Eve. But, you love her very much, and she loves you. Be good to her.'

I felt the aura for the last time, and Tammy was gone. I felt sadness, just like Eve was feeling. I just held Eve for a long time, until she said, "Tammy's gone isn't she?"

"Yes, love," I said, "She's gone. But, she'll always be in our hearts."

I felt her hold me tighter. Finally she composed herself, looked at me, and said, "Jimmy. You are so special to go through this with me. I couldn't believe that you did it, but you made me happy that we could help Tammy."

"I did it because of my love for you."

I changed out of the business suit, into a comfortable skirt, blouse, and flats. And, spent the rest of the day as Heather. After a late dinner, we cuddled on the couch, and Eve started to seduce me. It wasn't long before there was a trail of clothes from the livingroom, up the stairs, to our bedroom.

Our love making was as intense as what it had been the time Tammy was in control of my body. And, it was like two girls making love. Long, slow, and intense. And, I swear I had multiple orgasms.

Over the next few months, Heather was around more and more. I'd come home from work, and become Heather. Weekends and holidays were all Heather. I figured out that Eve was probably the aggressor in her love making with Tammy, because she became the aggressor in our love making. And, I loved it.

One evening at dinner, Eve looked at me, and said, "You love being Heather. Don't you?"

"You know I do."

"It feels good. Doesn't it?"

"It feels right."

"Have you ever thought of being Heather full time?"

"Yes."

"And ... "

"And. What?"

"Why don't you?"

"My job."

"My place is expanding, and will be looking for computer people."

"And, I can get a job there?"

With a grin, she said, "Sure. With a little inside help."

"Do you want me to become a full girl?"

"What do you mean?"

"A sex change."

"No way. I like the extra equipment. But ..."

"But. What?"

"Maybe, have your body hair removed permanently."

"No problem there."

"And ... "

"And. What?"

"Breasts."

"Breasts?"

"Uh huh. Implants."

"You're kidding?"

"No. I know someone that will do it for you."

I sat there for a few minutes, thinking, and finally said, "Maybe. Just maybe."

Later that week, Eve was working late, and I'd ask Jan over for dinner. Jan and I were very close. And, being my older sister, she was my confidant. I met her at the door as Heather, something she knew to expect. And, we greeted each other like two women would, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

We sat down to a nice, but light dinner, and chatted about a number of things. Jan was aware of Tammy's accident, and the final outcome, but not the things with Tammy's spirit. I spent some time explaining what had happened, including Tammy taking over Heather. She was very skeptical of what I was telling her. But, I think the seriousness of my tone, and facial expressions, may have brought her around to seeing that I wasn't kidding, because she finally said, "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Very."

"God. I've read about such things. But, I figured that it was nothing but someone's imagination."

"Not in my case."

"And, your love making is basically like two lesbians?"

"Yea. A little hard, being a guy. But, that's what it's like."

"And, you don't mind?"

"No. I love it. It's different. And, can be mind blowing at times."

"I know there's something you want to ask me. What is it?"

"Eve has asked me to live full time as Heather. Even get breasts."

"And, she wants you to get a sex change too?"

"No."

"You know. You've always been special that way. I remember the first time I saw you sitting at my dresser. I saw a girl there. Not a boy looking like a girl. But, a girl."

"Really?"

"I figured that one day you'd do something. And, I guess I was right."

"So, you think that I'm making the right decision?"

Two months later, I was standing in front of our full length mirror, looking at my new body. I now had 38D breasts, no body hair, and my voice had even been changed. And, if something was properly tucked away, I looked like a girl. Eve had set me up with a job at her company, and everyone knew me as Heather Hillman, her sister-in-law. There were no remnants of my male clothing anywhere. All of my feminine clothes from the attic, now filled my closet, and chest of drawers. And, two girls trying to get ready for something, can't share one dressing table, so we've added a second one.

Jan really loves her new sister, as do my other sisters. Mom wasn't too happy with the change, but I think that she'll see that it was the correct decision. But, dad will no longer talk to me. I was his only son.

The love that has continued to grow between Eve and I is just amazing. She's the aggressor, and I just love that. And, you know, I think part of Tammy is still with me.

 

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