Chris was just packing up his tools and cleaning up from repairing Jan Parker's large screen, console television set. She lived in a well furnished and immaculate condo apartment and he wanted to be sure he left it exactly the way he found it. He could hear her conversing on the phone in the next room about some kind of travel, his favorite activity, but her voice sounded rather despondent.
"Oh I know, Helen. I'm running out of time. It’s so frustrating! I just cant seem to find the right person. Every applicant has a problem either with the length of time, travel conditions, or their qualifications. You'd think with what I'm offering, they'd jump at the chance. And then, when I do find a girl who’s willing, she's not suitable for other reasons…it's a long trip, you know, but I'm getting desperate…I wont make my deadline. Yes, I know.....well, OK, I'll talk to you later.....thanks....Good-bye."
Jan returned to her living room to check on Chris. She had known him since he had first installed the television set. She liked him, his attentiveness to details, and always asked for him when she needed assistance.
"All finished, Chris?" she asked, seeing him polishing his finger marks off the console with a cloth.
"Yes ma’am, works fine now, it was only a fuse," he replied with the confidence of a skilled technician.
"Excuse me, ma’am…I couldn't help overhearing your phone conversation," he said, trying to make conversation, but curious.
He wanted to learn more about a trip he assumed she had been discussing. Besides his interest in travel, he was also somewhat interested in this lady.
Jan Parker was a very attractive middle aged woman. To describe her, she was tall, had a trim, well proportioned figure, a pretty face and short dark hair, worn in a mannish, practical hairstyle.
"Sounds like you're having a problem getting a travel companion, " Chris surmised, fishing for more information while continuing to polish the TV perhaps more than was necessary.
"Planning a big vacation?" he probed.
"No, actually a business trip. And, yes, I'm having great difficulty and it surprises me...I thought my problem was going to be turning people away, instead, it's the quite the opposite."
"May I ask what qualities you're looking for, that are so difficult?" Chris asked, getting interested.
He had finally given up with the polishing cloth and was tending to the business of closure.
He looked up from the paperwork he had started on his clipboard.
Jan gracefully sat down on a the large, overstuffed sofa, kicked off her shoes, curled her hose clad legs under her long denim skirt, slowly arranging it to smooth out any creases, and settled in to tell her story. Chris sensed she needed a friendly ear and was willing to chat, so he sat down across from her, set his papers down on the floor beside him, and give her his full attention.
"Well Chris, I'm a writer and free-lance photographer. I've been given the assignment, by my publisher, of touring national parks around the country, interviewing people and taking photographs; generally gathering information for a book with illustrations, about campers and other people who use the park system. It's going to be a long trip...I'm planning to take a year or more, driving a motor home, and I need a companion. Someone to help drive and do secretarial duties, such as making arrangements and handling the logistics, so that I can focus on my writing. We would stay in hotels wherever possible, and sleep in the motor home only when necessary.
I have a generous budget so travel would be leisurely and first class. Now, wouldn't you think I'd have no problem finding someone to help me? Well, it seems, I lose them when the applicants hear it's either a year long trip, or it's driving a motor home. One girl could handle the driving but not the secretarial duties...too confusing for her. Another was a heavy smoker, and I couldn't handle that. Another had a drinking problem and a subsequent bad driving record. On and on it goes. I'm down to my last eight weeks, and I simply MUST find someone or the assignment’s off."
"Wow, sounds like a heck of good deal to me...um…would you consider me as a candidate?" Chris asked, now very interested.
It sounded like fun. He'd be more than willing to quit his TV repair job for this.
"I could handle the position easily, my driving record is clean, I don't smoke or drink, and I'm unattached so a year away is no problem. And my mechanical skills might be useful on the road with a motor home which are typically high maintenance machines…something is always going wrong," he added, trying to sell her on the idea.
"And I’m used to paperwork," he added, aiming for the secretarial part. I could handle the logistics of such a trip without bothering you.
"Oh Chris, you’d be perfect, but I'm so sorry, under the conditions which I'd be traveling, I'm looking for a female companion," she replied. "It wouldn't appear proper for an unmarried woman in my position to travel alone with a man in a motor home for a year. I can’t afford any possibility of scandal."
"Gee," Chris sighed dejectedly, "this is one time I wish I was a woman. What a great opportunity for extended travel."
He reached down, picked up his paperwork, and continued to write up the bill for his service call. He figured it was the end of that conversation, but his comment triggered a thought in Jan's mind. She now closely studied Chris's appearance with a different attitude. He did have a very good argument…he has skills and abilities that no female applicant had, she thought, but she had a reputation to maintain, and gossip could be very harmful.
There has to be a compromise...time is short. Chris was tall, but not too tall, about 5'8" she guessed, (the same as herself) and a slender build, not overly muscular. Narrow shoulders, fair skin and light complexion. Blond hair, clean shaven, and very handsome. Yes, he had potential, she decided.
"Be careful what you wish for, young man...it may be granted," Jan said softly, rubbing her chin, pondering. "How do you think you'd look in a dress?"
"Excuse me?" Chris asked, trying to be sure he didn't misunderstand her question.
"Have you ever dressed up like a woman, like for a party or anything?" Jan asked.
"Well yes...as a matter of fact, I did dress as a Drag Queen at a Halloween party...even won a prize for it."
Chris thought the question was strangely out of context from their conversation.
"Would you consider posing as a woman for any extended length of time?"
"That's an unusual question...I dunno…maybe…I suppose if I really had to, it's no big deal, I mean if there was a good reason, why do you ask?" he hedged.
He was curious as to where she was going with these questions.
"I have an idea. Would you consider my job offer under the condition that you dress and pass as a woman? You see, that way, I could have a male companion with the advantages you offered and yet it would appear that I was traveling with a woman. I'd pay you the salary you're earning now plus benefits and cover all your expenses if you agree and you meet some other criteria, and, of course, you can successfully pass as a woman. You would, of course, have to remain in the identity of a woman for at least a year. What do you say...do you want to try?"
Now she was getting anxious...this would put an end to a futile search and allow her to continue her business.
"Gee, I don't know, Ms Parker, the travel and expense part is a fantastic offer, and I'd hate to pass up the opportunity of what sounds like a year's vacation with pay, but posing as a woman? For a year? I don’t know...that's a tall order. I wouldn't know where to start. What do you think of my chances of successfully passing as a woman?."
"Well if you're willing to try, I think you can do it. I'll take care of everything. You'll learn...it'll be easy. What do you say? Give me two weeks to see if you can do it...All you've got to do is cooperate."
Jan was getting pushy now. An assertive woman, she was accustomed to meeting her goals, and her current goal was to end her search.
Chris hesitated, then thought, ‘what have I got to lose...a job I don't care for...a small, unattractive apartment...a few casual acquaintances...so what if I prance around in a skirt, that's no big deal, nobody that I know will ever see me anyway, and we'll probably spend most of the time in the great outdoors with the wildlife...they don't care how I look. Why not go for it.’ The opportunity was overwhelming his male ego.
"OK, Ms Parker, I'm willing to give it try...I'd hate myself for passing on this one."
"Wonderful, Chris, and, by the way, call me Jan...we're going to have to get better acquainted. What's your full name?" she asked.
"Christopher Hanson. But I've always been called Chris."
How appropriate, Jan thought, an androgynous name.
"Well, from now on, if you're to be a woman, you'll remain as Chris or maybe I'll call you Crissy. I think it's perfect," Jan said, smiling in satisfaction.
Chris just shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. She continued to interrogate him about his background, habits, work experience, and personality. If they were to be together for such a long time, she wanted to be sure they were compatible and there were no hidden secrets. His responses were completely satisfactory to Jan, he seemed to be a very decent young man, and she was convinced he was a good choice and worth the effort and expense she was about to undertake, that is to transform him into a young woman to achieve her goal of completing the assignment with few complications. And, she felt, he was naive enough to let her do it.
He said he had two weeks vacation coming from his company, so she asked him to take it immediately and stay with her in her guest room while he practiced feminine behavior to progress with the test of passing as a woman. He was to agree to all her instructions during that time. If it doesn't work out, he still has his job and nothing is lost. If he does pass, he could take a leave of absence from his TV repair job. Chris thought her terms were all satisfactory, accepted Jan's idea and thanked her.
He departed to make the arrangements with his boss and landlord for a long period away from home. His immediate thoughts were primarily of cruising the highways of the United States in a deluxe motor home, seeing the country, and otherwise having a good time, with full pay and no personal expenses. The whole thing was exciting. It all eclipsed the part about posing as a woman. He had to tie up all the lose ends of talking to his boss, shutting down his apartment, storing his car, packing his meager possessions. What he had agreed to was furthest from his thinking.
Jan immediately sat down with the telephone and began to make arrangements for Chris's transformation. She had found more than a travel companion...she found a challenge, and she loved challenges.
Jan went to answer the expected soft knock at the door of her apartment.
"Ah, Come in Crissy...you're very prompt, I like that. Let me show you to your room where you can leave your things."
Following her down the hall, Chris thought, that's going to take some getting used to, I haven’t been called Crissy since I was a small child. Why would anyone give a boy that name, he wondered. He deposited the bag with his personal items, shaver, toothbrush, alarm clock, etc., and one change of clothes, in the guest room. Jan told him that's all he was to bring...she'd take care of everything else. Oh well, he thought, all expenses are covered. He’d never been in such a position.
Returning to the living room, Jan was talking to a young lady.
"Chris, I'd like you to meet Susan. Sue, this is Chris Hanson. Sue is a personal shopper I've hired to outfit you with a new wardrobe. She's going to take care of everything. Tonight, she'll take your measurements, and tomorrow she'll shop for you."
Chris began to blush a little at the thought of this cute girl measuring him for woman's clothes. He had hoped no one would know he was going to dress like a woman, least of all a young, pretty, girl..
Jan, seeing him blush, said,"I told Sue what we're doing. She thinks it's a wonderful opportunity for you and is excited to help you meet the challenge. And don’t worry...she has done this for other men."
That eased the embarrassment only slightly. Sue, with pencil, paper, and tape measure, began to measure Chris's body...arms, shoulders, chest, waist, etc. all the way to his feet.
After she left, Jan showed Chris the itinerary for the next day and they went out to dinner. He was going along with everything she wanted. So far, everything seemed reasonable. And she wasn’t about to take no for an answer to anything, he reasoned. During dinner, they continued to discuss the coming events. The first thing the next day, he was to get a physical examination. Jan admitted she wanted no surprises of any ailments while traveling and had already made the arrangements. He thought it was a bit unusual, but he agreed they were to be gone a long time and might be a good idea. He was long overdue for one, anyway.
That night, before going to bed, Jan instructed Chris to take a nice long soaking bubble bath, the first of many, with orders to completely shave his body. She handed him the razor and lather, along with lotions and bath oils, and instructed him what she wanted done and how. When he developed a puzzled look, she reminded him that women don't have hairy bodies, and it would be necessary, from then on, if he was going to pass as a woman. She subtly reminded him of his agreement. Chris shrugged his acceptance again, thinking it was a harmless request, and he complied without argument. He wasn’t very hairy anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal. He followed Jan's instructions and actually enjoyed the sweet smelling luxury of the bath, followed by the delightful fragrances and velvety smoothness of his skin left by the body lotions. They felt so good on his now completely hairless body. He was thinking, ‘a person could easily get used to this.’ He went to bed smooth as a baby that night, sleeping nude because it felt so good on the cool, crisp sheets. .
Chris received his physical exam as scheduled. The female physician, a friend of Jan's (naturally), took several blood samples for extensive testing. She made no comment about Chris's totally hairless body and floral smelling skin. He had been concerned that she might and wasn’t prepared for an alibi.
After the exam was completed, while Chris was dressing, Jan and the doctor consulted with each other, privately. Jan and Chris exited the clinic and stopped for a bite of lunch, after which, they returned to the apartment. Shortly, thereafter, Sue arrived with loads of packages, requiring several trips to her car. When everything was brought in, Sue and Jan carried everything into Chris's room and closed the door, leaving him alone in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and watching a small TV. Within a short while, Jan summoned Chris to join them, where he found laid out on the bed, a complete ensemble of women's clothing. Everything else had been neatly put away. Jan informed Chris that they were all to be his clothes for the remainder of the trial period, and this ensemble was to for him to wear now.
She instructed him to change into them and to call for help if he needed it, after which, the ladies left him to his privacy. He obediently removed his male garments, folded them loosely, and placed them in a pile on a chair.
‘So now the moment of truth,’ Chris said to himself. ‘Well, I’ve done this before and it wasn’t so bad….in fact it was rather nice.’
Standing naked, he began with the nylon panties, stepped into them, and pulled them up to his waist...a perfect fit, they reminded him of the first time he put on a pair of girl's panties. His girlfriend had helped him dress for a costume party. She insisted he wear them to savor the effect of dressing as a girl for the event. He liked the feeling of the smooth fabric and tight fit against his genitals then, and he liked it now as well. In fact, he remembered enjoying the whole evening being dressed as a girl. It seemed to trigger a pleasant response, more than just tactile. The memory of that experience was getting him aroused, forming a large bulge in his new panties.
Next, he sat down on the bed and slid on a pair of thigh-high nylons up his smoothly shaved legs. He had had experience with this also, from the party. He selected the bra Sue had provided padded with liquid filled inserts, and put this on, hooking it in front of him, then twisting it around and putting his arms through the straps. He then adjusted the straps to the proper fit. He was no stranger to this either. The breast pads gave his figure a natural feminine form while creating a hint of cleavage, and he was beginning to savor the effect. Very lifelike, they even jiggled slightly when he moved. He ran his hands over his newly acquired bosom as his manhood became very hard and very sensitive. ‘Nice,’ he thought, of the feel of the soft, curvy, simulated mammaries. He picked up a half-slip and, stepping into it, slid it up to his waist. The thin fabric felt so cool, smooth and pleasurable against his nylon clad and shapely legs. His bulge was especially noticeable now. He wanted to rub it, but that would only make it worse. Over the slip, he put on a full, cotton print, mid-calf length skirt.. A wide elasticized waistband cinched in his waist, accentuating his hips, adding to the feminine contour his body was acquiring, flaring the skirt and fortunately concealed his erection. Lastly, he found a soft cotton blouse with a button front. He had a little difficulty with the buttons because they were backward for him, but he managed to get them secured. On the floor, he found a pair of black leather, low heeled pumps which he placed onto his feet, also a perfect fit. Sue had done an excellent job of measuring him. With 2" heels, he had no problem walking as he practiced a little around the room. He admired the way the loose skirt danced around his legs...an enjoyable sensation for him. 'Maybe wearing skirts isn’t going to be so bad,' he thought.
Chris stepped out of his room and hesitantly joined Jan and Sue in the kitchen. He had to face it sooner or later so he bravely made the plunge.
"Well…How do I look, ladies?" he said as he twirled around for their approval. He was getting into this wearing women's clothes thing and quickly lost his shyness.
"Excellent," Jan exclaimed. "Sue, you did a wonderful job with his sizes. You are truly a professional." Turning to Chris, she said, "How do feel Crissy? Are you ready for the rest of the makeover? I've got a beautician coming for that. While we're waiting, join us for coffee, my dear."
Chris replied, "Oh, I feel lovely!" trying to be facetious to hide his nervousness.
Smoothing his skirt under him, he sat down at the table, and instinctively crossed his legs. Jan noticed, while she poured him a cup of coffee and smiled approvingly. The whole maneuver was subconscious to Chris. It just seemed like the right thing to do.
After a short wait, a knock on the door and Barb, the beautician arrived with her equipment. She was introduced to Sue and Chris by Jan, and without any hesitation, went right to work setting up for the makeover in Jan's luxury bathroom which had a large vanity and plenty of light.
Chris sat in front of the mirror and Barb placed a makeup apron over his chest and tied it behind his neck. She then went to work on his face, first removing any trace of his light beard with depilatories. Then, skin cleansers. She continued the process with a full overall application of foundation and continued with other cosmetics to feminize his features, such as mascara, eyeshadow, blush, etc. She contoured his eyebrows to shape them into a thin arch to which he did not resist. All the while, she was giving Chris constant instructions on what she was doing, how, and why, and, of course, how to remove the makeup. A careful application of lip color completed the look.
He was intrigued by the process and especially the results, giving little thought as to how he would be able to look like a man again should this test fail. He only knew that he had to pass Jan's test after which was expected to be doing this for a long time and needed to learn. He offered no resistance when she pierced his ears for the small gold hoop earrings she placed on him. When he and his girlfriend had done his makeup for the party, they just slapped it on with anything available at the time, and he looked like an obvious drag queen. But then, at the time, that was the intent. Now, he was being done up by a professional and transformed into a pretty and passable young lady, and he was impressed, and more than pleased at the result.
When Barb finished with his face, she teased his blond hair into a feminine yet boyish style and trimmed his male square cut sideburns to a point. With the makeup and earrings and his hair done up, he indeed looked like a fashion model.
She removed the makeup apron from Chris and he sat there and admired his new look. He was amazed at the transformation. He stood up, turned, and looked at himself from all angles in the bathroom's mirrors. He was speechless. He like what he saw and wondered if he would be able to maintain this look. Again he thought, 'this is going to be more fun than I expected.' He experienced the same response as the first time he crossdressed and was strangely beginning to acquire a feminine persona to match his appearance.
Chris and Barb went out to present Miss Crissy to Jan and Sue. They both burst out in applause.
Jan gave Chris a big hug and said, "Crissy, you do look like a beautiful young lady. How do you feel about it...do you like your new look?"
With a new found confidence of how he looked and felt, Chris replied, "I think I really do, Jan...Barb is a magician. I think this is going to be fun!"
Jan ordered in a pizza for the group, and the girls spent the evening giving Chris his first lesson on how to eat without smearing his makeup. Next, how to walk and sit like a lady, and how to move, and talk. With every movement of his body, he was reminded of what he was wearing and what it represented, and it turned him on.
They had Chris change into a short skirt and 3" heels to practice walking and sitting with more of a challenge than the longer skirt. Chris was a quick learner and continued to practice on his own after Barb and Sue left. That night, Chris carefully removed the makeup as Barb had shown him, leaving some lip color for effect, and went to bed, sleeping comfortably in a woman’s silk nightgown.
For the next two weeks, Jan made sure that Chris was totally immersed in an ultra feminine lifestyle, necessary for his transition. He was motivated both by the challenge given him and by the simple reason that he was enjoying this newly found femininity, so he became consumed in practicing the "art" of feminine behavior. Maintaining a daily ritual of body and skin care...carefully applying makeup every morning...selecting outfits and dressing for different occasions... accessorizing, as well as walking, sitting, and generally acting as a lady, all under the constant guidance and encouragement of Jan. At first seemingly a lot of bother, he rapidly found it pleasurable and rewarding to maintain a beautiful image of himself as a woman.
Jan was very pleased with the results while Chris was completely absorbed with his new identity. Initially, he had merely wanted to pass the test and get the job, but it all grew to become a routine to him.. He became enamored by a woman's lifestyle. The constant awareness of modesty while wearing a skirt, and all the self-pampering required to be beautiful. Freshening makeup, hair maintenance, etc. It was all still novel to him and fun.
He was obviously enjoying wearing all styles of woman's apparel and his effeminate mannerisms, at first somewhat awkward and exaggerated, were starting to become natural. Altho his voice was not high in pitch like most women's, he practiced a feminine style of speech, speaking softly and with expression, both vocal and facial. This took a lot of practice. He would spend many hours in front of a mirror practicing speaking with expression and eye movements along with ladylike body movements, walking, and sitting. He was striving for perfection. It gave him confidence and pleased Jan.
They ventured out in public many times with no problems. Jan had introduced Chris to some of her friends and co-workers as possibly her new travel companion and everyone seemed to accept Crissy as the woman she appeared to be. He especially enjoyed the long, admiring glances he got from men and the envious looks from other women. It gave him further assurance that he was indeed passable as a woman and his endeavors were not in vain.
The time passed quickly, and at the end of two weeks, the trial period was over. Chris had easily passed. His efforts at changing his gender identity had succeeded. Jan formally extended the job offer in the form of a written contract to Chris if he still wanted it, and, of course, he accepted it (as she knew he would). A binding commitment to a year of employment, living exclusively as a woman with provision for an extension in time.
Jan, as usual, got the process in motion, again. . Jan, through her connections, had a new birth certificate created showing Christine Hanson as a female. She had Christine get a new driver's license with a female ID. They continued to shop to enhance Christine's wardrobe, she now was able to try on outfits with confidence. Jan had Sue purchase a set of silicone prosthetic breasts for Chris which could be attached to his skin with surgical adhesive. Very natural looking, he could go braless and still have a female shaped body. He was very grateful for that gift and politely kissed Jan on the lips. Forgetting herself, she allowed the kiss to linger longer than she later felt she should have. While shopping, they quickly discovered that they were close to the same clothing size and could wear many of the same things...that would come in handy while traveling.
Along with learning how to behave as a woman, Chris was also learning about Jan's job offer and her expectations. First, he was to make arrangements to take delivery of the new motorhome, a 39 foot Winnebago. That was to be his responsibility. Also, a new Jeep Wrangler to be towed behind on a dolly, for supplemental transportation.
Jan told Chris that the results of his physical were back and that everything was OK accept that his blood count was a little low and the doctor wanted him to take some medicine to enhance it. He was to take two pills a day. One was for his blood and the other, simple vitamins to give him more vitality. Jan produced two bottles of the medicine. Chris had no reason to question Jan, he had complete trust in her. He started the regimen immediately.
What Jan had actually done was to have Chris tested for drugs, STD’s and HIV. The pills were actually female hormones and anti-testosterone’s intended to reduce his sex drive. For the time they were to be together, Jan felt it best to assure a platonic relationship.
The side effects? Oh well.... Jan's doctor-friend had explained that giving a male such medication in the dosage she had prescribed will indeed rapidly diminish his sex drive while increasing his overall sense of well being. Of course, over time, with continued use, they also tend to shrink the genitalia and increase the female secondary characteristics.
Jan figured, that's all to the good. She felt that Chris had shown a definite affinity to living as a woman and over the period of a year, if he were to physically develop along those lines, likely, he wouldn’t mind. She really didn’t want to lie to him, but thought it best not to tell him what the pills actually were.
Chrissy was getting her first lesson on being a woman in a man's world. In talking to the dealer about the motorhome, she knew she was being patronized. Even though she presented herself as a sharply dressed business woman, wearing a lady’s gray pinstriped suit (skirt and jacket), a white silk blouse showing her enhanced bosom, black nylons and high heels, and carrying a black leather purse with shoulder strap, and acting in a feminine but no nonsense manner, they insisted on showing her the interior appointments of the coach when she wanted to discuss the mechanics of the machine. She asked questions about the brakes...they told her about the interior design, etc. Remembering that she was supposed to be a lady, she waited patiently till they finished their banter, then grilled them with her questions. When she had finished, they were impressed, never having met a woman with such a mechanical background. But she enjoyed the little courtesies shown her such as opening doors, assisting with steps, and just the overall politeness usually shown a woman, especially an attractive blonde with shapely legs.
Eight weeks had gone by and the day arrived when Chris took delivery of the motorhome and Jeep, and brought them to Jan's apartment to load up. Their personal items and clothes had been all packed in containers and everything was ready...Jan's usual efficiency. The two ladies placed their belongings on board and stowed everything; the containers were discarded in the apartment's dumpster. The vehicle had two bedrooms and a common bathroom with a tub and shower. Jan took the larger bedroom. She hung all her clothes in her closet while Chris did likewise in his room. Small items were stowed in drawers. They were soon ready to depart. The vehicle had been serviced, all the tanks topped off, and they were set to go.
One final stop at a supermarket, with the Jeep, to stock up on groceries, snacks, and beverages, and they were on the way. Chris had been on his medication for two months and, though feeling more energetic, he thought he noticed some other changes, but he didn’t want to tell Jan lest it interfere with the trip. Many times, in the beginning, while dressing, he had experienced arousal at the look and feel of the lacy lingerie. Now, his erections were gone. Could it be he was so acclimated to cross-dressing that it no longer mattered to him? Possibly, but he also found that his overall disposition had changed...he no longer let little things upset him. He found himself much more passive and submissive, and emotional. What used to anger him now made him want to cry. All to the good, perhaps. But, his nipples were becoming noticeably enlarged, sensitive and itchy, even under his breast forms. This was curious. Could it be an allergy to the fabric or plastic of the forms? He decided to remain quiet about it all.
They left the city limits and hit the open road..
The first stop...Gettysburg National Military Park in Pennsylvania.
The two ladies were on the road, Crissy and Jan, both attired in casual but similar outfits...jeans and sweatshirts. Their first day on the road was uneventful, even with new untested vehicles, and they spent the first night in a hotel, each with her own room. Jan was still not completely confident with Chris's transformation or medication to share a room but she missed his company. The hours spent on the road were consumed with "girl talk"...clothes, styles, etc., and Chris's observations as a woman. Jan never let Chris forget that he/she was a woman.
The afternoon of the second day, they arrived at the park where they checked into the campgrounds and setup for the stay. Chris attended to dinner while Jan went out and talked to other campers and took photos. That night was their first night sleeping in the Winnebago. It was just like being in Jan's apartment. Jan was very pleased with the arrangement and was especially happy about having Chris as a companion. He had transformed well...his mannerisms were very graceful...his speech very womanly. He had worked very hard to create this illusion and now it was very natural.
Before bed, they sat and chatted over hot chocolate, both in their nightgowns, Chris kept his breastforms in place despite the discomfort . He wanted to tell Jan about the physical changes he was feeling but decided best to remain silent lest there be a medical problem and she sent him back.
Jan kissed him goodnight. He submitted in a very ladylike manner, returning her kiss. She held him tightly and started to open her lips but then, catching herself, she backed away. They went to their respective rooms.
They spent two more days at Gettysburg and left for the long trip to YellowstonePark, a three day journey. Each night, en route, they stayed in hotels where they could freshen up and dress for dinner. Chris preferred to wear a dress and get out of the jeans which he found were becoming very constricting. He would later wear a long loose skirt while driving. He found it comfortable with more freedom for his legs. Whenever they stopped for fuel, food, or comfort, he was always accepted as a natural woman. He never got anything less than admiring looks from men, which pleased him, though he wasn’t sure why.
When they arrived in Yellowstone, the park was crowded, but they had a reservation and proceeded to their campsite near the main lodge. Chris again set up the vehicle for camping. They were to stay two full weeks. He unhitched the Jeep for Jan's use so she was able to go around and interview campers at various campsites while Chris stayed with the Winne. He soon got acquainted with the fellow campers surrounding their campsite. The wives were friendly to him and the men looked for every opportunity to talk to him or do chores for him, after all, Crissy was a pretty blonde lady with a sexy body. Chris enjoyed the attention he was getting from the men and turned on the charm. Every night, there was dancing in the lodge and Chris and Jan took part in the activities. The pair of ladies drew men like bugs to a white light on a summer night. They would begin dancing together but were soon dancing with other partners.
Jan liked seeing Chris dancing with men, and Chris enjoyed being held and led around the dancefloor. His new emotions had kicked in, and he was confused as to why he felt so good in a man's arms rather than avoiding it.
They both discovered that as two women traveling alone, people were always looking out for them and willing to help with the smallest things. And people were always impressed at the way Crissy handled the big, combination rig, a typically difficult chore for a woman.
From Yellowstone Park, they proceeded to Glacier Park, a days trip, where they again established a campsite. And again, Jan used the Jeep. Sometimes, Chris would ride along and help with the photography.
One night, Chris couldn't wait any more. Coming out of the shower bare from the waist up, he finally disclosed to Jan that he could no longer tolerate the breast forms. His nipples were too sensitive; the forms irritated them to the point of pain...also, he thought the forms were making his breasts grow. Jan could see his nipples were definitely enlarged and his breasts did show a distinct development to the point of a teenage girl. She wanted to tell him the truth, but thought better of it. She merely advised him to discontinue wearing the forms and just wear a regular bra. Chris didn’t mention to Jan about his emotional changes, nor that his slacks and jeans were getting tight in the hips yet loose in the waist. He thought it was because of all the sitting in the driver's seat and lack of exercise.
That night, he slept in his bra to protect his tender nipples. His breasts almost filled the bra cups. He had mixed feelings...pleased that he had ample breasts to fill a bra and could dispense with the forms yet concerned that with the enlarged breasts, he would be unable to conceal them if or when he went back to living as a man.
The weather was very warm and Chris was now frequently wearing shorts and a halter around the campground. And the halter displayed cleavage. The breast forms were stored permanently. At night, he preferred to wear summer dresses and sandals. His hair was growing fast and was long, well below his shoulders, and full enough to tie back into a large ponytail with a large ribbon.
Every night, Jan and Chris would finish off the day in their nightgowns with a nightcap, either a glass of wine or hot chocolate, depending on the weather. On their last night at Glacier Park, over a few glasses of wine, Jan praised Chris about how pretty and feminine he had become and what a delightful companion he was. She was very happy with her choice.
He was genuinely pleased to hear that. He finally disclosed that he thoroughly enjoyed living as a woman, but he was a little concerned about having developed female breasts, and in fact, his current bras were getting too small! He admitted that he now really felt like a woman and burst into tears. He couldn’t explain why he was crying. Maybe he felt he shouldn’t be enjoying his new gender so much?
Jan moved to comfort him.
She kissed him lightly and brushed his hair with her fingers. She then kissed him firmly on the lips, mouth open, their tongues probing. He melted into her arms and they kissed passionately. Her hands roamed around his now very smooth, effeminate body, stopping on his firm, small, well formed breasts. She rubbed his sensitive nipples...they immediately became erect and he moaned his pleasure.
Chris did the same to Jan, fondling her breasts. They reclined, their arms entwined, onto the sofa, laying next to each other. Jan reached for his diminutive penis and found it flaccid. She lifted up his gown, then hers, then mounted on top of him to rub his body with hers. She wanted him so badly...she wished now that she had not given him the pills. She fondled his organ to no avail. She wound up masturbating herself until she reached orgasm, kissing constantly. Chris was unable to get an erection, yet he did experience a different sort of an orgasm, without ejaculation, but from within, washing over his entire body…something that never happened to him before, another secret he kept from Jan. She rolled off and hugged him and, feeling guilty for what she had done, promised to help him later. They both got up and went to their rooms and to bed.
The next morning, Chris got up early, showered, dressed, and was making breakfast when Jan came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. She embraced Chris, gave him a long, passionate kiss, led him to the sofa and said, "I owe you, my dear," and gently pushed him down onto the cushion. He submitted passively while she lifted his skirt, extracted his petite maleness from his panties, and masturbated him. She continued to pleasure him until he finally climaxed, moaning with ecstasy. Jan then laid next to him and, exhausted, they both took a short nap. After this event, Chris and Jan shared the same bed, and Chris's room became a storeroom. Sex with Chris was hereafter strictly mutual masturbation…or just tender embracing..
They departed Glacier Park for the west coast. At their first opportunity, they stopped at a Walmart to stock up on some provisions and other things. Chris purchased a few new bras in the proper size to fit his growing breasts of which he was now very proud. He also selected some tops that were more revealing of them then any others had had worn in the past. He had resolved to enjoy his femininity from that time on. He would never live as a man again.
They continued to visit the national parks along the west coast, camping wherever possible, otherwise staying in hotels or lodges. Jan interviewed people and took photos while Crissy tended to the logistics of travel until the conclusion of their journey. The overall trip took 14 months during which time Crissy continued the hormone usage. Jan did finally disclose what she had done and why, but Crissy felt no animosity and, in fact, was very pleased with her physical changes. She had found a lifestyle that had made her immensely happy. She continued in the employ of Jan as a personal secretary while they remained as lovers.
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