You Did What To Me?

by Gwen Bouche'

 

Chapter One

 

Growing up as a child I got along with most people by hiding or just doing what they wanted. Sure there were the bullies but most of the time I managed to avoid them. I was way too small to take any of them on and besides they really scared me.

Mom had dressed me in cute little dresses and allowed my blonde baby hair to grow way out when I was little. I still have some pictures from those days. Mom used to hold me, cuddle me, and tell me what a darling little girl I was. That ended abruptly when she married my stepfather and in a period of time I mostly forgot all about it. Though, when it first happened I cried and cried because I had suddenly been told I was one of those yucky other people who yelled and beat people for no reason. I was afraid of them.

I knew that if I got into trouble at school then I would get it double from my evil stepfather when I got home. The worst thing is that when he told Mom I would get it again. So, I just found it a lot smarter to just do anything to pacify the bullies. At night, the two would get drunk and into fights. When she was drunk she would often complain that she wished she had not had all boys. Deep down I knew what she was thinking but somehow I don't remember feeling hurt. I just always had this dull pain. One way to avoid getting in the middle of the fighting was to retreat to my room and read or daydream. I would often dream that someone kidnapped me and carried me off to a wonderful new life.

I had always hated being a boy. My first sexual fantasy was being Bell from" Beauty and The Beast." I tried to join in girl's conversations but much of the time they just told me to get lost because they had girl talk to do.I quickly found the girls in our house didn't get beat like the boys..

In High School I got a job and started some advanced courses at the Local College part time. I didn't have the nerve to take the classes I really wanted (sewing, cooking and Women's studies) to so I began a series of business classes. I seemed to be doing reasonably well but I still had this uneasiness. I just did not feel comfortable in my skin and I could not figure out why. (I'll spare you all any more build up because I know what you want to read.)

I had moved out of Mom's house into a tiny apartment as close to my work and classes as I could get. Mom and the stepfather had divorced when he caught her in an affair. Most of the other boys had cars by now but having a Car simply did not interest me. I didn't give anyone in my family my address. I did my best to simply drop out of this world. I wasn't the only one to leave home early and I found that the Police never bothered anyone who was in by curfew and stayed out of trouble. I was a master at being invisible.

One night on the way home from classes, I missed the bus and had to start walking. It was rainy and foggy that night and there was a stretch of road with no sidewalk. So here I was making my way down the side of the road with one foot in the gravel and the other on the pavement. I quickly got soaking wet and cold too. I had forgotten my coat at home that morning but I did not get too upset because I knew it was warm on the Bus. I saw these headlights come around the corner as I glanced over my shoulder watching for traffic. I thought that there was room enough. The rain and the water the cars were splashing on me half blinded me. I shivered so hard my limbs and back hurt really bad from the cold. The next thing I know I am flying through the air, I couldn't breathe and my whole body hurt.

I don't even remember feeling the impact. When I landed I passed out from the pain for a while and then I woke myself up because I was screaming from the pain. I feel something poke me in the arm. This was a very small addition to the pain I was feeling between my legs. It felt like I had a fence post up inside me. The funny thing is that is exactly what had happened. I had landed on top of a metal fence post and the only thing that kept it from skewering me was the wire fastened to the top of it. Whatever someone had given me in the arm made me fall to sleep in moments.

I don't know how long I was out but when I wakened it was daylight, I was on a hard bed, and I was covered up with a sheet. I just lay there in a fog for a while. When I tried to move I was just too weak and dizzy. I just drifted in and out for I do not know how long. I thought I would gradually start to wake up but what ever it was in me just kept me feeling very serene.

Later a woman walked into the room and came over to the bed. "Hello, I am Heather Fink and I will be your Nurse until we get you well. Do you remember what happened to you?" She said. It was years later that I found out that the person who gave me the shot while I was still on the fence post was a Doctor. Doctor Helen Graham to be precise. At the time she gave me the shot she just wanted to get me to quiet down before I drew a crowd. Apparently I was screaming, a lot.

While she fiddled with the bags of stuff hanging by my bed she chatted me up, to waken me, I suppose. I wondered why I wasn't hungry and why I didn't have to pee until I saw her get a bag that was hanging on the side of the bed and replace it with another one. The one she took away looked like it had a lot of blood in it. I was sure it was not normal but I was just feeling too dopey to get scared.

After the Nurse finished, she cheerily said goodbye and told me the Doctor would be in soon. I was trying to figure out what kind of hospital this was but I knew it was too fancy. It seemed like it took a long time for me to realize this must be someone's home. In fact it was the Doctor's Palatial Mansion.

Just about that time the Doctor walked in. She was a slight Woman, with very beautiful brown hair in a bun. On the weekends if she did not have call she wore it down and I just could not believe how long and soft and silky it was.. She was wearing one of those slim stripe skirt suits with a tailored jacket. She had a pretty camisole under the Jacket. Her moderate heels clicked as she walked up to the bed.

"Hello, I am Doctor Graham" She said. She seemed really nervous and I really wanted to make her comfortable. It really makes me really sad when people are nervous because of me. She went on to explain that there had been an accident and I was in such serious condition that she brought me to her house, only a few blocks down the road rather than fight traffic for an hour to get to the Hospital. I was taking this all in but I was so loopy that it took a while to sink in. Very gradually she went on to explain that she found me impaled on a steel post." I do not know how you missed cutting one or the other of your Arteries or the Aortic Artery as it exits your abdomen." She said. She also said the post had done a lot of damage and I would lose some things. I still remembered the fence post but nothing else. I wondered how she got me off the post but could not frame the question. It was then that I found I could not move my legs. In fact I could not even feel them.

Startled, I managed to gasp out "my legs".

She said, "yes dear you can not feel any thing down there because we gave you a special shot to keep the pain down until we decided how to best repair what we could.

She still seemed very nervous and I could not understand why. Using all my will power I finally moved my arms down there and could feel that I was all wrapped up in cloth all around my crotch. I must have turned white on her and gasped. "My balls". But then I couldn't think of what to say anymore.

She moved to the head of the bed and did something and in a minute or two I was out. Later on I wakened crying and did not understand why. I was so upset that I made a lot of noise but I did not know why at first. Then I realized that I was still very frightened about the accident. "Will I live." I wondered.

Something started beeping and in a moment, the two women came rushing into the room. The seemed very agitated that I was bawling so loudly.

The Doctor came over and seemed really fidgety. I blurted out, "Am I going to die?" A flash of amusement went across her face for just a moment and then she seemed serious.

"Well, you have had some serious damage but we think we can repair some of it." She said.

I was growing tired from all the bawling and suddenly blurted out, "Am I going to lose my stuff?" I asked. She seemed really nervous now. "We are going to do the very best for you that we can." She said.

Then the idea began to weave it's self through my foggy brain. I knew she was being evasive but I just could not put it all together. Suddenly I knew, "if I lose my Stuff I'll.....Are you going to make me a Girl?" I said. Both women just broke out laughing nervously. After a short time they returned to the seriousness they had previously exhibited.

She suddenly asked me, "Is that what you want? Would you mind?" I thought about it for a moment. "It seems like the best thing to me, don't you think so?"

Her face brightened immediately. "Well, lets think about the possibilities here." She said. We talked for a while as she explained more precisely what damage I had suffered. We decided that I should thing about the possibilities for several days.

We talked about my Parents. My Dad was Dead." My Mom lived across town and she did not have my address and further more I did not want her to have it." I said.

She asked my name and I gave it to her.

She left the room saying she had some phone calls to make. Gradually my head really began to clear. I was thirsty. I could not find a call button but I knew if I moved much at all, the Nurse would possibly come running.

I began moving my arms around the side of the bed. It hurt terribly to do that, I almost screamed in pain. Sure enough some machine started beeping and in a couple minutes the Nurse was there.

"You must stay in bed my little man, err young Lady." She said. As soon as she said that I knew my decision was right. However the Doctor still wanted me to think about things. Suddenly I understood how I had gotten here. It had been the Doctor or the Nurse who was driving when they hit me. They were in the car together. How come?

They were trying to figure out what to do with me. I don't suppose they would have killed me, they were too nervous. But they also knew they could not put Humpty Dumty back together again. My mentioning that she could make me a girl took them off the hook I mused. I had always hated being one of those Males. Very few males I ever came into contact with were ever nice to me.

"I am getting restless." I said.

"You are too seriously injured to move about, at all," She said sincerely. Her voice sounded as if she really had concern for me. What a first, I thought. No one had ever really given a damn for me. I'd never heard the words "I love you" from anyone. I'd tried to date a couple times but all the girls just brushed me off. I also felt too tongue-tied and finally decided I didn't feel attracted to them much.

Sometimes I felt funny around males, especially the big strong ones.

Still feeling a bit out of it, I said, "You know, I always hated not being a girl. Did you know my mom hates me?"

The nurse seemed shocked at first. Her brows furrowed deeply as if she was deep in thought. "You know, that is all over now. We want to try to give you a better life." She said.

Her Cell Phone rang and then she was all business. "We are going to start your surgery as soon as an Anesthesiologist gets here." She said. " It will only be a few minutes." She finished.

"The Doctor had been off checking on my background and even found my mom, who answered the door in a drunken stupor." She said. "That figures",I said.

Shouldn't this stuff be done in a Hospital? I asked. I started feeling very subdued. She was twiddling with some stuff hanging on my bedside.

I was feeling really drunk. The Doctors head appeared over the bed, her face lined with concern. "I know why you are doing this," I said. "Why didn't you just leave me there?" I asked.

" Why you were injured. I may be a bad driver but I am not a murderer. I took an oath to do no harm," She said. I looked dreamily into her eyes. I was almost gone. Her face looked like an Angel.

"Iss ok, I know you or the Nurse hit me and you both got me down. I am just very happy that you are going to give me a new life." I said. I didn't know for sure if I finished the sentence or not.

"I think our little blossom really wants to do this." The Nurse said. She was really happy. For a while she thought that her and the Doctor were going to have to explain why both of them were tipsy and driving. And why did they not take the injured boy to the Hospital? She thought about it a moment. "You know I am really looking forward to this. It will be fun and a challenge for you." She said.

"I wish I could take you to bed right now and make you moan and cry and beg for mercy" The Nurse said.

"Oh dear, you are getting me excited at a most inopportune time. I have Surgery to do naughty girl". The Doctor said.

With that the Doctor whacked the Nurse hard on the Butt. "OUCH" she said. How do you expect me to concentrate" The Nurse said. The Doctor left the room, headed for the surgery suite.

The Nurse looked gently down upon the sleeping boy. "Come on Sister to be, we have work to do." She said. As she left the room pushing the bed, she kissed her finger and placed it on his forehead. "Sweet girl, this is going to hurt like hell." She said.

I don't know how long I was out but when I wakened I had a terrible headache and felt sick to my stomach. It felt like I didn't have legs or at least I could not make them move. Through my bleary vision I could dimly see all sorts of stuff around me. I couldn't move my arms or head either. Before I could get upset, I drifted off to sleep again. When I finally did waken for good, it hurt a lot to try to move my legs. It even hurt to breathe. My arms and legs were still in restraints. Now I simply felt too weak to confront moving. I gave up and stopped struggling.

The darned machine behind my head began to beep irritatingly. In a moment, the nurse came in. She had thrown on a bathrobe and was rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Oh now you finally waken but in the middle of the night." She said. I could tell she was trying to sound angry but she just wasn't convincing.

Suddenly my new name came to me. I hadn't even been thinking of it. It just popped into my head. "I know my new name." I whispered.

She looked down on me, a warm smile on her face now. She must wake up quick, I thought. "Oh you do now. Well don't keep me in suspense. What is it." She said enthusiastically.

"I was Gwinn Brown. The boys always teased me about it. Now I want to be Gwen Brown. What do you think?" I finished. I was out of breath. I still felt very out of it but I suppose my innermost dreams were surfacing. Dreams I did not even know I had.

"Why that is a beautiful name and you won't have trouble remembering it. You have had it all your life." She said. With that she leaned over my bed and kissed me on the cheek. Her bathrobe fell open as she did it, exposing a pretty beaded chain bikini top. She looked hot in that.

"What does the bottom look like?" I said. She laughed at me, completely unselfconscious. Then she stepped back, dropped her bathrobe and twirled like a model.

"Could you release my head? I can't see." I said. She walked over, took the strap off my forehead, and repeated her performance. She was wearing the matching beaded chain bottom and it left nothing to my imagination.

"It is very pretty. Will I be able to wear one of those?" I asked.

Her face brightened in amusement. With a twinkle in her eye, she said mine would probably be a bit smaller.

I was getting very tired now and started drifting off again. "You missy are getting very sleepy. I'll be back to play in a while." She said.

"I think you already were." I said

She giggled merrily and flounced off. "Maybe you can too someday." She said.

I dreamed of being Cinderella or something. I was really happy about it. I wakened suddenly. I thought I had heard an audible pop. The nurse and the Doctor were sitting on a couch in a beautiful bedroom. It was so pretty. I just sort of snuggled down into the covers and felt very happy and secure.

They were still talking, unaware that I was awake. "Well, we will have to settle the breast size thing. She had lost so much blood in the accident I was surprised she survived to get her home." One of them said. "Yes, I know. Isn't it wonderful? I thought I was going to Jail for manslaughter and suddenly that is gone and we have a great little project. Have you ever done one of these?" She asked. "About ten or so years ago I did a Vagina for some one but then she just up and killed herself." She said. "That was too bad; so sad." She said.

"Could I please have something to drink? My mouth tastes like dog droppings." I said. Both of them laughed in surprise.

"HO, our sleeping beauty wakens." She said.

They both walked over to my bed and stood beside me. The Doctor placed a delicate and tiny hand on my forehead. "No fever." She said. The Nurse handed me a small cup of water. "Can't have too much. We have to see if all your gear works." She chortled.

I sipped my water and asked, "Could I sit up, please?"

"My we are just full of orders. The next thing you know, she'll want food too." She said, trying to stifle a giggle.

Suddenly I knew I was ravenous. "Oh, could I please." I said.

"Look what you started. It looks as if our girl is on the mend." She said.

Later I lay there munching Jell-O and answering the Doctor's questions.

"So" she said, "You want C breasts and real hips and a higher voice." She stopped. "Is there anything else?" She said.

Suddenly I had to know. "So, who is the boy and who is the girl?" I asked. I've always been that way. I just blurt it out.

The Doctor didn't seem shocked at all and certainly not ashamed. "I'm the girl or Submissive and she is the Dominant or the boy, how ever you choose to say it. It relieves me of a lot of responsibility and stress when I don't have to be in charge all the time."

"Does your Master beat you?" I asked. She broke out laughing hilariously. "I think we have discussed this enough for now.

"So how long do you want to grow your hair" She asked.

I had not had a chance to think about it. "I suppose that if you are going to so much trouble I would like to have it down my back? Could I?" I said. "I feel like a child in a candy store. I had a smile so big on my face that it began to hurt a little.

"Sure Princess Gwen." She said

"By the way I don't even know who either of you are. Are you Angels? I said. I was still pretty groggy.

"That never has come up has it. Well I'm Heather Fink. I'm a RN. You can call the Doctor, Helen." She finished.

During the next couple hours, my "gear" started working. It really burned to pee at first. They had this plastic thing inside me and later on they had me remove the bag and put it back in several times a day. That was really painful at first. I also had a broken Femur from being struck by the car. They had merrily scolded me about breaking their windshield.

When it became obvious that I would recover, the doctor started me through a long metamorphosis into what I am today. The hair removal was the most aggravating because just when I began to feel better I could also feel the little stubs of hair returning. I think it took six or seven complete removals until the little stubs stopped returning completely.

It took a little over a year for my hair to grow out. It is still growing today and I never want to cut it. The Doctor says my hair looks wonderful just combed out straight. I like it like that too but sometimes I wear it in a ponytail.

I had gotten rid of my apartment and they had given me a spacious suite on the third floor. I just loved the view of the grounds and the lake. After I thought they were all done with me, the Doctor came to talk to me one day. As she spoke she seemed deep in thought sorting out the options even as we spoke.

"Gwen, we have been talking and think that we could improve your presentation with a little more surgery. My heart skipped a beat to think of yet more surgery.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked? My voice was much higher now and with the speech therapy a woman they brought in taught me to sound just like a teen-age girl but it had taken months..

"Well, we have to study your anatomy more but we think we can help you move and walk more like a woman. It is out of the question to widen your hips by spreading your pelvis but we think we can accomplish nearly the same thing by widening your stance by moving your legs out with extensions to your hip joint and yes this will hurt." She said.

"I also have a good friend who has been chasing me for years who says he can fix your face up to look much more feminine." She said.

I was getting really frightened and said, "I don't want to know, just do what you think is best. Thinking about it just frightens me too much." By now tears were brimming my eyes and my voice felt like I had a cold.

For several days the three of them met at her house over coffee. Once hobbling through the great room, I heard the words consent and survive clearly. I just scurried out of the room..

The Doctor's mansion was very large. It seemed like one of those English Estates to me. It had a Pool, a huge circular drive and so many bedrooms I never found them all. They had a Cook and a Maid much of the time. They also had gardening Crew. I did not know how many Gardeners there were but they kept the grounds spotless. I wondered how a Surgeon could make so much money but later I found out that she had so much money from her Father that she did not even need to work. She simply loved medicine. It seemed to give her a rush or something.

She was right. The hip surgery was the worst of them all and then there were complications and for a while I though that I would never walk with out crutches again.

She was not totally honest with me about the surgery because what she did was remove the top portion of the Femur and replace it with a Joint that was more offset. I still don't know much about medicine but it felt like she had shortened the muscles which hold a woman's legs together because I discovered that it was much more natural to sit modestly with my knees together.

Right after the operation, they put this thingie in my bed that had pedals like a bicycle. They made me by threat of severe punishment pedal that thing several times a day. She only smiled at me when I asked why I had to do it. It hurt so much that I thought I would die. They also had my arms restrained and only let them loose when one of them was right there. I could feel bandages around my head but she only laughed when I asked why. It was so frustrating to have them treat me like a little child..

The Doctor kept me pretty sedated for what seemed like a long time but I found out it was only two weeks. They let me get up and walk around as often as I wanted to but they both cautioned me to move slowly and not to rush anything. I was lying in bed feeling glum about things when both the Nurse and the Doctor came to my bedside. They seemed very reserved but once I saw the Nurse stifle a giggle and I did not know why.

Officially I was dead so they could have just chucked me into the Dumpster if she wished. I am now so happy that she didn't.

My first steps had been were painful and disorienting. My legs felt all out of sorts and didn't seem to want to support me. As I tried to walk down a set of Parallel bars, Heather steadied me and encouraged me and Helen simply stood and watched my progress. In very short order I was very faint and dropped like a leaf.

I woke up back in bed. Helen was waiting for me to waken. "Hi lazy, I was wondering when you would quit faking it and open your eyes" She said. I was on one of those little "I'm so sorry for me" fits and began crying while I said, You just wait until you have to be in bed after some evil person just cuts away at YOU!" I was serious and meant every word I said.

Heather just looked at me and teased me all the more. I couldn't help it but I just began to cry buckets. Soon I was sniffing and couldn't catch my breath.

"I'm so pleased that you sound just like an upset teenager and you are throwing a fit just like one." She said. I felt so angry but when I looked at her with murder in my heart, she was smiling indulgently. That really upset me.

"Heather, I wailed, you are just mocking me. I hurt so much and I can't walk and I'm so frightened." I bawled. I didn't get the last part of frightened out. It was just a croak. I started bawling all the worse and she held me in her arms while I sobbed. After a while I began to calm some and got the hiccups

I thought she would just leave me to cry but her staying showed me that she really had a concern for me. When I was all cried out, we began talking. I told her I was surprised that my outburst had not upset her, and thanked her for staying with me.

Heather kissed me on the forehead and then fully on the lips. The kiss on my lips was much deeper than it should have been and we were both gasping when it was over. I happened to notice that she was flushed in the face and smiling widely.

Heather reached over to the bed stand and pressed a button I had not even seen. "I think she is ready Helen." She said. There was a short "K" from a speaker somewhere, I couldn't find it and momentarily the Doctor came through the door beaming from ear to ear.

Seeing her wide smile made me happier and soon we were all laughing and talking about my future. I learned that they'd done my hips and my knees while one of her friends did my face as soon as they were done. I didn't know they had done my knees and face. I was wondering why my knees were hurting a little and my face was all wrapped up.

I had to learn to walk again but when I did I would had a very pronounced "girly" wiggle. "You'll be swaying so much that we will have to widen the doors just for you." Helen said.

I was wondering how they would do all that and happened to see a smirk on Heather's face and when I turned to Helen she began to crack up with mirth.

"Nah Uhhhhh." I said sheepishly, my face reddening with the realization that I had been "Had". I pouted for a moment and then sat up and hugged first Helen and then Heather. They were taking turns giving me those wet, too intimate kisses until I begged for mercy. The three of us were very joyful that night, especially me.

The bandages came off my face and I looked like I'd been in a street fight. I almost started bawling again but Helen assured me that the swelling and bruising would go away in a while. I was afraid to ask how long a while was. I didn't really want to know.

In a few days I was getting around clumsily with two crutches. You know the kind that has the little bands, which go around persons' forearms. Heather even threatened to spank me when she thought I wasn't working hard enough. Once she actually did whack me on the butt but I was so padded in my bathrobe that it didn't hurt.

"The next one will be with your robe over your head and your panties around your ankles." She said. She sounded serious and when I looked at her in shock there was no smile.

She was serious, I thought. At that point I redoubled my efforts to please her.

My face had cleared a lot and I was becoming aquatinted with the new Gwen. I was actually starting to feel a bit pretty. My lips were still quite puffy, making it difficult at times to say some words correctly. Helen had explained to me that they had injected my lips to appear more feminine. They had done something with my nose, teeth and jaw but I could not tell what. The upshot was that Helen assured me I would look much more feminine when I healed. It was all so new and wonderful for me. I was so happy.

They had kept me out of some parts of the house and removed all the mirrors in the part they kept me in.

One night a few weeks later, Heather walked into my room and found me soaking in the Jacuzzi. I was surprised that I wasn't as sore as when I first woke up a few days ago.

"OK missy, out of the tub and we'll do your hair and get you dressed." She said. She had laid out a whole bunch of clothes but I could not see what they were from the bathroom.

Heather blew my hair dry and then began to do something with hair spray and a long thin curling Iron. A couple of times she got too close with the hot rod and burned my scalp a little. She said she was sorry and admonished me to remain still and not talk.

When she was done my hair was so beautiful. I just loved it that way and asked her if I could be that way all the time. "Sure but you will have to do it yourself, silly." Heather said to me. The way her voice sounded I could not be sure if she was serious or not. "I can't do this alone, will you teach me? I really want to be pretty", I said.

When we got over to the bed, I could just make out a dress in that pile of froth. Heather stood back and looked at me for a moment, pursing her lips as she studied me. She walked back into the closet and came back out with a Corset. I recognized it because my big sister used to wear one to dances and dates.

"Why do I need that? Don't I look like a woman?" I asked. My voice betrayed my worry.

Helen began talking to me." Well dear, some women and most Transsexuals wear these things to make them look and feel more the ideal shape for a Woman's body." She said. "With all the work we did to you it may end up that it is simply a prop to help you stay in character." She said.

She began helping me to dress. I put on full cotton panties and a soft comfortable bra, then a stretch cotton top, which covered, from below my panties to just over my new breasts. Dr Helen had told me that she thought I would be a C by the time all the swelling went down and the hormones went up. I was so intrigued by my breasts that I thought it a shame that we had to cover them. Like any girl I wanted to get to know them.

Heather didn't lace the Corset as tight as I had feared, just enough to narrow my waist a little. I noticed it restricting my breathing a little but Heather told me that my body would adapt to it and soon I would not want to take it off.

"FAT Chance." I thought.

I didn't know it but this was a special occasion. I began to suspect something when she handed me a pair of stockings and I put them on. It only took two pairs for me to understand about stockings. The corset had garters on it and once she showed me how to fasten them it seemed easy to do. I hadn't bothered to look in the mirror. I had not noticed that they brought all the mirrors back.

When I finished with all the underwear, she handed me a gown then helped me into it. It was metallic blue with a wide collar and a scoop neck. She handed a black slip to me. It was quite narrow and had no vent in back. Then came the dress. When I walked I could feel the fabric pull tight evenly all the way to the hem below my knees with each step. It felt fabulous and I just loved it.

She helped me into some matching heels that looked quite high but were actually very comfortable, only about 2 inches.

I had been wearing dresses for weeks now. I had also graduated to a single cane because one knee was healing slower than the other was. A woman who had trained models had given me hours of instruction on deportment. I finally understood what they had done to my knees. The Doctor had made them wobbly and with my new wide hips it was almost impossible to slouch around like a boy. She was quite merciless in her drilling and in time I began to develop a feel for how to walk, sit, and move.

One day the Doctor told me that I was in my first year of an education other girls my age had been in for 16 years.

I felt like a princess when Heather, Helen, and I walked out to her car to leave. Getting in the car, I now fully understood the need to sit first and swing my legs in afterward. The evening at dinner was wonderful.

Later in the evening after dinner, a couple of her male collogues mysteriously showed up to have dinner and dance with us girls. I knew that Heather and Helen were lovers but I was surprised to see that they had no hostility toward males like many Lesbians I had seen.

Frank, who happened to be a Gastroenterologist, asked me to dance and I felt my face and neck began to feel really hot. Helen began to laugh and said," Look people, Gwen is blushing." That really set me off and I wanted to hide under the table. I had been fiddling around and kicked one of my shoes off and now I was frantically trying to find it. I turned in my chair and raised the table cloth to see where it had gotten to. Frank was standing and waiting for me to stand when he saw my plight. He deftly pulled me and my chair out of the way, retrieved my shoe and turned.

I began to reach for it and say "Thank you so much " when he pulled it back and said pompously, "A gallant man always puts the shoe on the lady." I really felt extremely embarrassed. When I heard a lady at another table say, "You see, that is what a gentleman does."

This whole thing was a bit much for me and I felt very faint when I stood. I must have appeared that way because he grasped me about the shoulders and held me. It felt very odd and yet wonderful too. I didn't know how to act but I finally decided I liked being held by a man.

The dizziness passed quickly and he led me out to the dance floor. He was deliberately making a spectacle of it all but I began to feel wonderfully pampered. I knew how I should stand from a dance class in Grade School but it was all so long ago and He finally just put my hands where they were supposed to go.

"I hardly know anything about dancing" I said. I felt really odd about all this.

He said to me," Very well my lady I shall teach you as we go." It thrilled me to have him shower so much attention on me. The next several dances just took me to heaven. I felt right for the first time in my whole life.

"You know, you are an astoundingly beautiful young lady." He said. Though I did not feel it at the time, I carefully told him "Thank you so much."

When we were exhausted he led me back to the table to the others and lightly kissed me on the cheek. The spot where he had touched me felt so wonderful. He still had both my hands gently in his and I stood on my tiptoes and returned the kiss. I could not reach his cheek so I kissed his neck.

He told me laughingly, "I'm a happily married man so you mustn't distract me too much." Suddenly I felt the power a woman has in a very wonderful way.

I was so excited when he let go of my hands I simply danced around the table to Heather and Helen and told them both "Thank you, Thank you Thank you." While I kissed and hugged them both.

Helen seemed very amused by my gleeful behavior. She said, "Careful young lady, you'll have the whole place looking at us."

I felt so thrilled to see that people saw I was a girl. The pain had been worth it all. I told Helen and Heather, "I don't care what the others think I am just so very happy and grateful for the life you took me out of and the new one you have given me.

    

    

    

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