From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Moving Experience 1/3 (TG, trans)
Date: 4 Dec 1994 09:20:20 -0500

A MOVING EXPERIENCE

                                 Stephanie J

                                  Chapter 1
Change for the Better

Where we used to live, the job market had gone down the toilet. 
So after being unemployed for two months, it was getting me down
and I was quite depressed.  One Friday night my wife, Connie, and
I were talking about it.  I was really bemoaning my situation and
how there was nothing in the way of work available within many
miles of that area.  Though, from what I had heard though others,
there were employers that needed a civil engineer, skilled in
environmental compliance, but they were predominately in the Salt
Lake City area of Utah, of all places!  Connie said, "...well,
why don't we go there, I too am ready for a change!"  After
further dialogue it became clear to me that she had a plan, even
though she still had a job...but, even today I don't feel that
even she fully anticipated what was about to happen to us, and
especially to me, and I certainly didn't!

Connie and I had been married just a little over a year at this
time.  When, a week later, she said let's blow this place and
move to Salt Lake City and get new jobs...well, not being a big
risk taker, I was a bit scared.  But she did make it sound
exciting and reasonable, and she even had a girlfriend there who
we might be able to stay with for a few days.  After I finally
agreed, we both climbed into bed.  Being a "take charge" kind of
gal, she proceeded to pull out our box of sex toys from under the
bed and, to show her pleasure that I had submitted and finally
agreed, she started stimulating each erotic area that she had
discovered on my body.  This definitely took my mind off my
worries and we continued our play with each other until we both
fell asleep in the others arms.  It was a great weekend and we
even spent quite a bit of time planning our move too!

Early monday morning Connie got up and went to work.  As we had
planned over the weekend, I went and cancelled the lease on our
apartment, lined up a rental truck and proceeded to start packing
our belongings.  When Connie got home that evening she was very
pleased to hear what I had accomplished and she had called her
girlfriend in Salt Lake City, who I had never met, and she
insisted that we come and stay at her home.  She also had told
her employer that she was quitting and by Friday she wanted her
pay, including the three weeks of vacation she had earned.  
According to Connie, they were certainly surprised and not eager
to see her go.  She was their best sales person for CAD/CAM
services.  Connie is know for being aggressive, but in a really
sweet way, and that is probably a big part of why I love her so.

On Friday I picked up the rental truck and packed it completely,
except for the few things we would take in suitcases. Early
Saturday morning Connie and I started out.  Since the rental firm
didn't get in a tow bar, I was driving the truck and she was
following me in our car.

By noon Sunday, we definitely hadn't made as many miles as we
anticipated since we had to stop and get a new water pump for our
car installed at a service station.  They should have worn masks,
because they were highway bandits!   We were expected Monday
evening at the home of Connie's girlfriend.  Needless to say, I
was relieved, because I had spent quite a bit of our money on the
car.  Most of the money we had left was what Connie had received
as a final payment from her employer.  We both drove on into the
evening to make up some miles.  When we stopped at a motel...well
suffice it to say we were both really tired.  Dinner and a long
hot shower together helped and since I had brought in the
suitcases, including the one with our wonderful sex toys, we had
a delightful time, before we both went to sleep.

On Monday morning we both awoke a little late and after a quick
shower, I went to our suitcases to get out some fresh clothes.  I
now realized how tired I had been the night before, because,
besides the suitcase for our toys, the other two in our room were
Connie's.  No biggie, I though, I must have left mine in the car. 
So, grabbing a towel, I figured I could run out, grab my suitcase
from the car, and be back in a minute.  No one would probably
even see me or, if they did, they would think I been to the pool
and was returning.  Much to my surprise, no car!  Connie had
parked it just across the lot from our room and now it was gone. 
Well, I immediately called the police.  After they had come and
taken a report, the reality of it all hit me.  After all this,
the stress was just too much for me to handle and I broke down
crying.  Connie comforted me and afterwards I was relieved when
she took charge, saying "well we better get dressed, since we
certainly can't stay here and I'm sure things will be much better
for us in Salt Lake!"

'All I have to wear dear is those things I was wearing yesterday,
since all the rest of my clothes were in the car!' I told Connie. 
She responded with "well those are really sweaty and dirty...you
could wear that towel!"  We both laughed at our predicament when
Connie said, "I've got another idea" with a twinkle in her eye! 
Knowing Connie, well I was never sure what she might say or do,
but I said 'what's that' anyway?

"Well, we've got all my clothes, since they are either here in
these two suitcases or in our rental truck and, let's see, we're 
about the same size..."  What she said was true, Connie is 6 foot
tall and I'm only 2 inches taller, our bone structure is similar
and I only out weigh her by 10 pounds.  However, I told Connie
that I couldn't wear her clothes...though I have to admit that
the thought excited me in a kind of strange way and it even
brought back memories of my youth when I'd "borrowed" panties and
other feminine things!  Every reason I gave why I couldn't or
shouldn't, she had an even better answer for why I could or
should, and so, what the heck...I think my wife should have been
an attorney!  She assured me that it would be fun to travel like
girlfriends and it would only be till tomorrow.  Furthermore, we
could buy me some new clothes when we arrived into Salt Lake
City, but before we got to her girlfriends's house.

Well, I certainly couldn't argue, especially since she did make
such perfect sense, so 'okay, I'll do it and I'm yours' I told
her.  Connie said, with a enormous smile and a mischievous gleam
in her eyes, "great, but remember what you just said dear,
because I'm going to hold you to it!"  After directing me to
remove my towel and stand in the shower, she took her razor and
removed what little body hair I had.  She then proceeded to lay
out some of her pretty clothes for me; some lovely lacy white
panties, with pink ribbons and a matching bra, a very feminine
white blouse with a cute flower applique, a short jean skirt, and
a pair of women's tennies and socks...I had seen her wear these
things before and I had wondered what it would be like to be
dressed that way.  Now I was going to find out!  After slipping
the panties onto my now smooth body, I had a huge erection. 
Connie reached over and patted it, saying "we certainly can't
have that right now, Stephanie!"  This was the first time she had
ever called me by anything but a masculine name and it seemed
somewhat weird, but also it seemed peculiarly right.  As I got a
glimpse of myself in the mirror, standing there in such frilly
panties, holding a matching bra, she quickly grabbed a wad of
facial tissue and before I knew it, the erection I had was gone. 
This was definitely not the way I wanted to do it!  Connie told
me that we certainly couldn't have that right now and got some
surgical tape out of her overnight case.  Deftly she took my now
flaccid member and with a little pushing and pulling, taped it
back between my legs, pulling the panties back up.  Next she took
a couple strips of that same tape and placed them so that I
actually had, what appeared to be small breast.  After fastening
the bra in back, she took a hand full of facial tissue and pushed
them into each cup underneath the breast she had created with the
tape, telling me that they would have to do, at least for now!

The look in the mirror was amazing, if I hadn't known, I never
would have guessed that there was something in those panties that
hadn't been there when Connie wore them last, and the bra, well
it did look like I had small, but pretty breast too!  "Let's
finish getting dressed dear and then I will help you with your
hair and makeup" Connie said and we both continued dressing. 
Since my hair was rather long, Connie had no problem brushing and
spraying it into a feminine style and after plucking my brows a
little, adding a small amount of mascara on my lashes and a
pretty shade of hot pink lipstick...WOW, I though I was looking
at another gal in the mirror and not a bad looking one at that! 
We finished packing what few things we had left, got into the
truck and, after a quick breakfast, we were on our way.  Before
we left, Connie said she'd better drive, since, if we got
stopped, it might be difficult to explain why my drivers license
said "male" and I agreed.  At first it felt kind of strange to be
in the rental truck with Connie driving and to feel those pretty
and very feminine clothes pressing against my body, caressing
every inch, but soon it felt oddly right.

Our luck, or lack thereof, seemed to be holding, because at noon,
when we should have been an hour or two from Salt Lake City, we
were still many miles away with a flat tire.  Connie and I got
out to look and I though what lousy thing could happen to us
next.  Connie spotted a State Police car stopping and said,
"Stephanie, stay cool and keep quiet!"  Well, the policeman asked 
if he could help us ladies.  After my wife explained our
predicament, he called a tow truck operator who changed our tire
for us.  While the tire was being changed, he asked where we were
going and Connie told him Salt Lake City.  He said we could
probably make it without any further problems, but we should get
the truck to the rental company's lot in Salt Lake and have the
tire fixed.  "I hate to think of pretty gals, like both you,
stranded somewhere and some weirdo coming alone" he said and
Connie thanked both him and the tow truck driver for their help. 
I just smiled and we all got back into our vehicles.  'He hadn't
even noticed!' I told Connie afterwards and she smiled and said,
"did you think he would?"  She then smiled back at me, reminding
me of my earlier promise.

I know I was quite amazed, here we were, traveling like
girlfriends, talking about anything and everything as we drove
along...and no one suspected anything different, as long as I
watched my voice and didn't say much when we were around
others...like that pleasant State Policeman and tow truck
operator, or like when we stopped for gasoline, or food, or a
potty stop.  The first time this morning was a mind blowing
experience.  Our morning coffee had caught up with us and we
stopped at a nice and clean, but not too busy, roadside rest
area.  Connie reminded me that I too must now use the 'ladies'
room, since we didn't want to start a riot with some really
straight laced, narrow minded, person.  I almost panicked as I
started to step out of the car and felt a sharp tug in my crotch
from the tape.  Even though this rest stop wasn't really busy,
there were still quite a few people from the few cars that were
parked.  How was I supposed to pee?  My mind was racing a mile a
minute at that time, but Connie had read my mind and said "come
on Stef" and quietly added "just relax, use the lady's room and,
yes, you will need to squat, like any other woman, especially
because of the tape."  She also advised me to smile, if someone
smiled at me, "but don't say more than a couple words, your voice
is the only thing I can't easily take care of, at least right
now."  I did as she said and, yes she was again right, it was no
big deal.  But now, that afternoon, it came back to me...what did
she mean about my voice and not being able to take care of it
right now? She had been coaching me since we left the motel this
morning on how to achieve a more feminine sound and style of
speech, so I asked her.  "Well Stephanie" she said "as you know,
I did some costuming and makeup while I was in college, and so I
learned a lot, like making you up to look like a woman...but the
voice takes time!"  'Is that all you meant?'  She assured me it
was, but being Connie she turned her answer into a compound
question..."Why, what did you think I meant...I've been watching
you and you do like dressing and wearing my clothes, and having
others think you are a woman, it really excites you, doesn't it
Stef?"  She was oh so right, but I didn't really want to admit
it...at least, not at this point!  So I responded by saying 'it
has given me a very different perspective and that it had
definitely been fun...but if it wasn't for the situation we have
found ourselves in and all, well you know what I mean don't you
Connie?'  She smiled, with one of those typical Connie smiles
that says yes I know, but my intuition tell me there is a lot
more and you just aren't saying how and what you really feel!

Finally we arrived in Salt Lake City and our lack of luck seemed
to be holding true...it was 9:00 p.m.  Have you ever tried to
shop for clothes at that hour of the night on a Monday?  Even K-
Mart was closed!  Though my wife and I were tired, and the day
had started off on a real downer with our car and my clothes
being stolen, I had really enjoyed the day dressed like a woman,
traveling and talking like two long lost sisters...that part was
exciting to me in a really odd way.  But, here we were, I was
about to meet Connie's girlfriend for the first time and we would
be staying at her home for at least a week or two.  Now with no
chance to change clothes, her first impression of me would be
seeing me dressed as a woman, no less!  Connie sensed my tension
rising "relax Stef, we've had a lot of fun talking and seeing
things during our drive today...although we don't really have a
lot of choice, do we, I feel that my friend Mira wouldn't mind
meeting you dressed as a woman too, in fact she will get a big
kick out of it, especially after we tell her the story, trust me
and just relax."  There really was no other alternative, at least
until tomorrow when the stores opened.  Also, I definitely didn't
feel up to arguing, because I had no position to argue from and
Connie had been right so far...so I said 'okay, I'm relaxed!'

I asked Connie what it is that Mira does for a living and she
said, "oh, she is a doctor of obstetrics and gynecology, or
OB/GYN."  Oh shoot, I'll never fool a doctor for women, I though,
but it was too late, we pulled up in front of Mira's house. The
lights were on and, upon hearing a truck parking in front, she
immediately came out the door.  As soon as Connie had the truck
parked, she jumped out and both Connie and Mira ran toward one
another with their arms outstretched, giving each other a big
hug.  I was left to get out on my own.  After a couple minutes,
Mira caught me in her sight and immediately asked Connie "aren't
you going to introduce me to your friend, and where's your
husband, I though you were coming together?"  Oh wow, another gal
just like my wife who asks compound questions.  Connie motioned
for me to come over saying "Mira I want you to meet Stephanie ...
Stef this is my good friend Mira who I've told you a bit about!" 
Trying to keep my voice somewhat soft and feminine sounding, as
Connie had been coaching me to do during the day, I said 'hi
Mira!.'  "Wow, another tall gal or, as I like to say, 'a long
stemmed rose' like us, Connie...and she's pretty too" Mira
exclaimed, as she gave me a big hug as well.  A big smile broke
out on my wife's and my faces and it definitely made me relax,
realizing that Mira, in looking at me and hearing me speak,
thought I was a woman!  This continued to amaze me, but it felt
so good and kind of exciting, in a strange sort of way.

Mira said, "let's get inside girls, no reason to chill our buns
out here and I'm glad you two were running a little later than
you expected, Connie, because I got hung up for a bit at the
hospital."  As we entered the door, my wife and Mira, arm in arm,
and me bringing up the rear, Connie let loose the bomb
shell..."Mira, Stephanie is my husband!"  You could have almost
heard a pin drop as Mira spun around, taking a close look at me
and saying "what, your pulling my leg...she can't be...oh, you're
trying to pull a joke on me, aren't you...just like when we were
in college!"  Connie then assured Mira that I am her husband. 
She then went on to explain that I was dressed this way because
all my clothes had been stolen and, in trying to make up some
travel time as well, she had suggested and I had agreed to wear
some of her clothes, since that's all we had.  Mira spontaneously
said, "I'm amazed, I've got patients who look and sound less like
women than you do Stephanie, I think this is really great and I
am extremely pleased that you stayed dressed to meet me!"  Then
she went on to say that if I hadn't, she definitely would have
been disappointed.  I was already getting to really like this gal
and my wife was again right, she did get a big kick out of it. 
"Well then, you must be Steve" and I nodded, "should I call you
Steve or Stephanie...Stef does seem more appropriate though, at
least for tonight, don't you think?"  I had to agree and, in
fact, it did seem right!  "Great, that's make's it easy because
you really do make a very pretty woman and a masculine name just
wouldn't seem fitting" Mira said.  I knew she really meant it and
that pleased me.

Mira said she was starving, since she hadn't eaten since morning. 
Though my wife and I had eaten breakfast and lunch, both were
light, so we too had to say we were a bit hungry as well.  "Fine,
I have some food in the fridge, but let's go out and get a bite
girls where we can visit and not have to prepare it or clean up
afterwards" Mira said!  Connie told Mira that would be great with
her, but sensing me tighten a bit, she asked if that would be
okay with me.  Mira, being the direct type of gal I was
discovering her to be, said, "how about it Stef, let's do it, you
look great, both of you can use the powder room here if you need
to take the shine off your noses and we can freshen our lipstick
in the car!"  Powder room and shine on our noses?  My wife
immediately knew that I didn't have the foggiest idea on what
that meant and then she told me that was 'girl talk' for using
the potty!  'I guess that there is a lot for me to learn' I said
and we all started giggling.  Although Mira had phrased it as a
question, I also knew that between the two of them it was a
foregone conclusion that we were going out to eat.  Likewise, we
were guests in Mira's home...well, I certainly didn't want to be
a prude and what the heck, I'd had enjoyed at least most of the
day being dressed and accepted as a woman.

During dinner I didn't have to say much because my wife and Mira
never seemed to slow down, let alone stop, in their talking.  It
was a private club we had dinner at, with a piano bar, and even
at this late hour it was amazingly busy.  A couple guys gave the
three of us the eye, but even they quickly realized that we were
too busy talking with one another to pay any attention.  It was a
lovely dinner and soon we were back at Mira's, exhausted, but
happy.  My wife got out some really frilly nighties for both of
us and, after we got the tape off, we both fell fast asleep.

The following morning my wife woke up before me and when I got up
Mira made breakfast for all of us.  Mira had told us the night
before that, when she knew we were coming, she had asked another
Doctor to take care of her patients at the hospital and had
cancelled her appointments for two days, so that she could be
with us and show us around.  After breakfast, she said we should
hurry and get dressed because there were a lot of things to see
and do.  'Whoop, just a minute, I've got nothing to wear,' I
said.  "Oh Stef, it looks to me that we are the same height and
you can borrow some of my things...I'm sure that between Connie
and I, we can find you something nice to wear, and didn't you say
you had fun yesterday, with every one assuming you were a woman
and wouldn't it be a kick to do it again today?"  Oh wow, Mira is
just like my wife and with the two of them I knew I would
definitely be better off to go along.  Also taking a couple days
before we started job hunting wouldn't hurt, in fact it would
probably be good to relax and have some fun.

We all got cleaned up and as I shaved, Connie and Mira laid out a
nice white blouse with a big bow at the collar, a really pretty
mid calf length green skirt, along with tan flats, pantyhose, and
a sexy white underwire demi bra, all for me to wear!  I have to
admit, it was fun getting dressed this way and after Connie had
helped me with my makeup and hair, both of them stepped back and
said how nice I looked and that I definitely made a very pretty
girl.  What little reservations I had were overwhelmed by the
complements.  Connie told Mira that there was one little thing
that she needed to be take care of for me before we left.  Mira
immediately picked up it, I guess part of it is from being a
doctor, and she said "oh yes, I keep forgetting Stef...that could
be embarrassing...what is it that you do with it?"  My wife told
her about the tape and how she pushes everything up into place. 
Mira asked me if it wasn't very uncomfortable and I told it was,
especially at first, but after a bit it wasn't bad.  She said
"I've got a better idea, let's don't tape it right now and we
will stop by my office first thing, there's no one there today,
and let me see if I can do something better or at least a bit
more comfortable."  It was agreed and soon we were at her office. 
As she was getting several things out of some cabinets, she told
me to go behind the curtain, take off my clothes and put on the
gown hanging there.  Quickly I did it and as soon as I was ready
she told me to come and lie down on the examining table.  It was
a different type of table than I was used to, as there were
stirrups for your feet.  I asked Mira and Connie what they
planned to do and Mira said, "trust us, I've got an idea and if
it works you'll find it much more comfortable that the tape you
used yesterday, but if it doesn't work, well I've got pleanty of
tape and Connie can still do the tape thing."  What could I
say...in for a penny, in for a pound, as my grandma used to
say...so I climbed upon the examining table, put my feet in the
stirrups, totally exposing my crotch to my wife and Mira, but I
couldn't see because of the gown.  Connie asked me if I was a bit
embarrassed and I confessed that yes I was.  She then told me
"...well, now you know how most women feel when they have a
pelvic exam!"

Here I was, lying on an examination table, normally used for
gynecological exams, fully exposed...when Mira told me to hold
still, because she needed to shave off some of my pubic hair.  As
she was busy shaving me, I started to get an erection which
really amused both of them.  

Since I couldn't see, the next thing
I felt was my erection being held and some cool liquid being
brushed on it and what I perceived to be a condom being rolled
down over it.  'What was that' I asked and Mira said "wait and
I'll tell you in a few minutes!"  I then felt my testicles being
pushed back up inside me and my now somewhat flaccid member being
pulled back snugly between my legs.  Next I sensed that some more
of that goop was being brushed around my crotch area, from
slightly above my cock, down along the sides of my crotch, all
the way back to almost my anus.  Then something, that felt like a
sheet of soft rubber, was being put snugly over the whole
thing...Mira and my wife then held everything secure for a couple
minutes.  Mira then told me that what they had done was to take
an external catheter and, with surgical glue, fasten it in place
and then affix a sheet of surgical latex over the whole thing so
that it would hold everything in position, with a small slit for
the tube of the catheter to exit between my legs.  This was
similar to what the tape, my wife had used before, did, but with
a little flex and stretch...Mira thought it would be more
comfortable.

By jove, Mira was right, within minutes after getting dressed and
leaving her office, I didn't really notice it much at all.  When
it got time to pee, Mira said just do it like yesterday, but now
it'll come out almost like a woman's does, except a bit further
back.  She was right, it was amazing, everything felt better,
there was no inappropriate bulge in my panties or clothes, and
now it seemed right to squat.  Though now, with everything
cemented between my legs, did I really have a choice?

We spent the rest of the day traveling around the city, looking
at all the points of interest and it was wonderful.  But, at bed
time I found out something neither my wife or Mira had told me,
previously!   It is hard to believe, unless you have tried it,
but I had completely forgotten about the catheter and all until I
started undressing for bed.  The night before, with the tape, we
had removed everything, so I asked how should I remove this one? 
The big surprise these two had, after telling me it didn't need
to be removed, was that it couldn't be!  'What, why not?'  Then
my wife told me that was because they didn't have any of the
special surgical cement remover and to try without it would
remove skin.  I could either wait till they picked up some
remover from the hospital or Mira's office, or wait until it came
loose on its own.  I loved being tucked and glued, it made me
feel so feminine, so I said I'd wait until it came loose.  Unlike
the tape, the method Mira had devised didn't hurt at all, and, in
fact, it was so amazingly comfortable that I continued to
completely forget about it!
                                  Chapter 2
                              Transition Scheme

It had been a wonderful day and we were back at Mira's home
having a glass of wine when Connie said, "Stephanie, Mira and I
talked this morning, before you woke up, about how perfectly
femininity fits you...also about things we could do to help you
feel and look more like a woman...although we knew you might
object, we feel, that really deep inside, you want to be a woman
too...now from some of the little things you have said today you
have to finally admit that you really enjoy it too, don't you?" 
At that point, there was no turning back.  I just knew I couldn't
any longer get out of admitting the truth and I really wanted
too!  The last couple days had been some of the happiest in my
life.  So, with tears starting to roll from my eyes, I confessed
to both Connie and Mira that I really did enjoy this experience
and how right femininity felt to me was beyond words; the look,
the feelings, the inner peace, everything about it seemed so
right!  Here I was, I had tried to hide or not show my inner
feminine feelings for years, and now during the last couple days,
first my wife and now both she and Mira had pressed the right
button!  All my feelings and emotions, yes everything I had been
looking for my entire life and everything I honestly felt came
gushing out of me, without any reservations, as all of us sat
there in Mira's family room in our nightgowns.

Connie leaned over, giving me a hugh hug and kiss telling me how
happy I had just made her, then Mira jumped up and did the
same...it was tears of joy all around and even now I am not sure
how to describe it.  I then said, if they would help, well I
wanted to be more feminine and they eagerly agreed!  That brought
a whole new bunch of hugs and kisses, and instead of being
somewhat shy, like I had been most of my life, here I was right
in the middle of something so feminine, loving every minute of
it.  After this had gone on for several minutes, Connie looked me
directly in the eyes and said "Stef, are you sure you meant what
you said?"  I replied 'why yes, I wouldn't have said it if I had
any reservations!'  With that Connie pulled me over on the couch,
hugging me really close and softly saying that "Mira had
something they knew I wanted!"  As I looked back, there was Mira
with a syringe...before I could say anything, she quickly lifted
my nightgown, plunging the needle into my exposed rear and
squeezing its contents into me.  'Ouch, what is that?'  Connie
then told me that Mira had suggested and she agreed that when I
said 'yes' Mira, as a present, would give me a big shot of
estrogen to start the immediate feminization of my body.  Mira
instantly jumped in with "...also since you made Connie and me so
very happy by saying 'yes' now it certainly wouldn't be right for
Connie and me to have softly rounded feminine shapes and soft
skin, and not you too, would it...and all of us certainly know
you wouldn't want to continue forever with that tape either, when
you could have pretty breast like ours, would you!"  What Mira
had said, I knew wasn't meant as a question and if there had been
any reservations on my part, and there certainly weren't, it was
too late now!

A little latter, when my wife and I went to bed, we made love in
a way I had never experienced before.  It was a shared intimacy
through love between two women and we both achieved climax!  As a
male, I always had enjoyed making love to my wife, but this was
totally different, in an even more exciting way.  It was
incomparable, so much more intense, capturing my total being and
essence...I really can't find words to describe it, except to say
that it was light years ahead of anything I had ever experienced
up till now in my life.  When I mentioned this to Connie, she
told me that I had a "female climax!"   That was my introduction
and oh how much better it is as a woman, I didn't know how much I
had been missing!

During the next year a lot of things happened, but a lot of it
was relatively mundane too.  We enjoyed, being with and talking
to each other, a lot like three gals sharing a dorm room in
college, but only better.

Mira, who lived in a big house by herself, wanted us to move in
with her.  After talking it over, Connie and I agreed that we'd
try it.  Also, Mira weeded out her closet and gave me a lot of
her clothes that were almost like brand new, but she was tired
of.  They are really nice and they fit me perfectly, since Mira
is similar in build to Connie and me, and only an inch shorter
than I am.  When Mira went back to work, Connie and I unloaded
the truck, both of us having a grand time.  When we came across a
couple drab things of mine, Connie ceremoniously dumped them in
the trash as I applauded!

During the first week of hormones, I started to notice that my
nipples had become quite sensitive.  When I asked Mira about it,
she told me that they were starting to bud and the size of the
areola would also increase.  It was wonderfully exciting to me to
feel my breast growing and my skin softening, as my feminization
continued.  Mira has also proceeded to give me shots of estrogen
on a weekly basis.  After a couple weeks she also wrote a
prescription for some pills as well.  She has me take these pills
daily for three weeks, then off for a week, to balance the
hormones and to mimic my wife's natural female cycle.

On Friday we received a call from the police that our car had
been found.  However, it had been totally gutted and burned, so
the things of mine that were in it were gone forever.  Connie
asked the police to forward a copy of their report to our
insurance agent and then she called our agent to tell her what
happened.  Our agent said that as soon as she received the
report, she would forward it and that we should probably get a
settlement check in a week or two afterwards.  That was great
news, because we had to rent a car to get around.  She also
wanted a list of all the things we had in the car and so I did
that and mailed it to her the same day.  Good things seemed to be
finally happening, because a week later we got the check and it
was enough to buy another car and some clothes for me as well. 
Connie, Mira and I went shopping that weekend and wow, I now have
lots of lovely lingerie, a few casual tops and skirts, as well as
some really pretty shoes to wear.  These things, when added to
what Mira had given me...well let's say I'm now a well dressed
lady for almost any occasion!

During the second week Connie went job hunting and low in behold,
she landed a position with an engineering firm selling CAD/CAD
services that pays almost 50 percent more that she was previously
making!  I stayed home and practiced my speech and makeup skills,
so that I would sound and look more feminine.  It was work, but
it is really exciting learning.  My resume wasn't a problem,
since, like so many in my line of work, I had used my initials
and surname before and so now when I would apply for a job in the
same field as a woman, no one would suspect and it wouldn't raise
any eyebrows.  As for sounding and looking for like a woman, each
day both Connie and Mira would complement me on how well I was
doing and how natural it seemed to be for me.  Needless to say,
this really excited me and made me feel good, which I shared with
them.  This was so unlike the way I had been before our move that
it continued to surprise me.

A week later, Connie and Mira both told me that I really needed
something to do besides sitting around the house.  They wanted me
to go out shopping by myself and to also start looking for a job,
but I was really uncertain that I was ready.  Although when I had
been out with them, no one seemed to give any indication that
there was anything different or odd, just three tall, good
looking, women out having a good time.  But, going out by myself,
now that was a bit scary because I wouldn't have one of them to
run interference if something happened.  I had learned a lot, but
there was still so much to learn.  Connie did badger me a bit
and, to get her off my case I finally agreed to give it a try. 
So, on the fourth week, after taking Connie to work, I had the
car, a few copies of my resume, and the addresses of three firms
that were advertising for civil engineers with environmental
expertise.  I wasn't sure, which would be worse, going in to
these firms to ask for a job or the wrath of Connie, if I didn't! 
Well, I got to the first one, parked, screwed up my courage, and
went in.  Everything went exceedingly well, starting with the
receptionist saying "yes ma'am, how can I help you?" and by the
end of the day I had three interviews lined up.  Even Connie and
Mira were surprised when we got home and I told them how well it
had gone.  To make a long story short, by the end of the week I
had not one, but three job offers and as I picked up Connie from
work, I was singing 'how I enjoy being a girl!'  Besides needing
my skills, a big part of it was that as a man, I had been part of
a large pool, but as a woman, now I was part of a very desirable
group, because there aren't that many of us.

Oh yes, I almost forgot.  On Friday morning of the third week the
external catheter and all, that Connie and Mira had glued on me
three and a half weeks before, finally came loose.  It happened
as I was taking a shower and after I got out, dried off and told
them, it amazed them as much as it had me that it had kept
everything tucked in place for so long!  Also, it now felt really
odd standing there with everything loose and hanging down.  It
had been so comfortable and natural that I would completely
forget about it, or 'my tuck and roll' as I started calling it,
until I was completely undressed or when I went to pee...and then
I would only notice it, because I saw it.  Mira wanted to check
me out and, being a doctor, I let her.  As I was standing there
with the front of my nightgown pulled up and Mira holding me, I
got another erection.  This again amused both Connie and Mira
immensely.  Mira, after fully checking me over, said "the 'tuck
and roll' we did on you, Stef, worked really well and your sexual
equipment is totally okay!"  Mira's reference to my "sexual
equipment" caused both Connie and me to giggle.  Mira also said
that, though a blood sample she had taken a week before and
tested showed the hormone dosage she had me on was right.  The
amount of feminization that was already evident, coupled with the
fact that I still got and erection, just verified the results of
the blood test, everything was right.  That was great news, since
it was becoming obvious to them as well as me, that my breast and
areola were increasing in size, my skin was softening a bit, and
some of my body fat was being moved into a more feminine pattern. 
All this excited me a lot, but I asked, what could I do since I
had to go to a job interview?  After a bit of discussion among
the three of us, Mira had suggested that we leave it loose for
the day, since my wife felt it was too pretty not to have it
loose and available some of the time.  On Saturday afternoon we
could go to Mira's office and she and Connie could do another
"tuck and roll" on me again.  I agreed, but I certainly was
hoping that I didn't get an erection at the wrong time.  Both of
them said I probably wouldn't, but to wear a loose full skirt,
just in case.  If I felt it starting, they said I should sit down
quickly and if someone asked, just say "I seemed to have gotten a
little dizzy" and leave it at that.  Well, surprisingly, and
pleasantly so, the day was totally uneventful, that way!

I have to admit, it did not feel right, in fact it felt totally
odd to have something between my legs.  You would have though
that after so many years with it and only a little over three
weeks without it, it wouldn't make any real difference, but it
did!  That evening we talked about it, as we had dinner at home,
and I told Connie and Mira that it just didn't seem right and I
really tried to put it into words, but I couldn't and the harder
I tried the more frustrated I got, until I finally broke down in
tears.  After a few minutes, Mira said "I think I understand Stef
and also your frustration as well...it is probably as a result of
your happiness in discovering your femininity, coupled with your
natural female hormones and those I'm giving you...maybe I should
cut down a bit on your dosage."  Immediately Connie and I
together said 'no' and it really surprised both of us!  Both
Connie and I agreed that, for very similar reasons, we loved what
was happening to my body and we definitely didn't want to do
anything that would slow or, even worse, stop it.  Mira also said
that she too felt similarly.  We all agreed that if I had some
mood swings like what had happened today, it was something all of
us could deal with, especially me, since it was another sign of
my increasing femininity.  Mira also said that she would continue
to keep a close tab on my blood.  I then asked Mira what she
meant by my "natural female hormones?"  She went on to explain
that there definitely was no problem with my blood pressure or
chemistry, but when the lab results had come back, they showed a
bit higher level of female hormones than should have been evident
from what she was giving me, but nothing to be alarmed about. 
Mira gave us a short lesson in biology, telling us that at the
hospital they had found every once in a while that a male or
female, when administered hormones of the opposite sex for
whatever reason, would have a larger amount noted in the blood. 
The reason that was postulated was a possible harmonic effect. 
This is where the patients system, which naturally produces small
amounts of the hormones of the opposite sex, would be stimulated
to increase its production of those hormones.

Saturday afternoon, Connie and I went to Mira's office, where
they proceeded to redo my 'tuck and roll' just like before. 
Afterwards we went out shopping and then had dinner out together. 
Everything remained really uneventful for the three of us, but we
did have a wonderful time together.  Connie's and my sex life had
really improved, ever since she had brought me to a "female"
climax.  Almost every evening, after we went to bed, we would
simultaneously stimulate one another and soon we reached a new
high, having our climaxes in the same way and at the same time. 
Where having a 'female' climax was so very much more exciting and
intense than anything a 'male' orgasm could ever be, having them
together is like a nuclear bomb!  There just aren't words that
can come anywhere close to conveying how wonderful it is!

One Saturday afternoon the three of us, in our bikinis were lying
out by Mira's pool working on our sun tans.  Yes, with my 'tuck
and roll' and developing breast I could wear one too!  Probably
the wine coolers we were drinking made us even looser and giddier
than usual.  After a lull in the conversation, Mira jumped in
with "...you know, I probably shouldn't say anything, but even
though our bedrooms or on the opposite sides of the house,
sometimes I hear you two gals after we all have gone to bed and,
you know it amazes me, you sound like a couple teenagers."  This
caused both Connie and me to get a really bad case of the
giggles.  After a couple minutes, Connie shared with Mira that
both of us were having 'female' climaxes together, which really
caused me to blush.  I wanted to change the subject, so I asked
Mira and Connie how they had met?  "It was in college and we were
sharing a dorm room together for our freshman and junior years"
Mira said.  Connie then jumped in adding, "yes, and should be
tell Stef the rest...what the hell, we also were lovers,
exploring a 'bi' lifestyle."  Again I blushed and Mira asked if
that bothered me.  'No it doesn't' I said, but this was the first
I had ever heard about it.  As I asked a few questions and we
talked about it, it turned out that neither had continued after
their junior year, but that was more as a result of studies and
not finding another partner, than anything else.  Mira said "if
I'd found someone like Stef, I'd probably gotten married, but I
haven't!"  Connie agreed and, wow, it all come together now, 
both of these gals loved fem-males!  Once again I was a desired
person, but this time to two beautiful gals who love fem-males. 
I loved it and I love both of them, and I told them how it made
me feel so good all over.  A fleeting though of 'what if' went
through my head...if we hadn't moved, if our car and all my
clothes hadn't been stolen, if my wife and Mira hadn't pushed my
button at the right time...it was all too awful and scary to
think about!  Since we now were all such close friends, this
opened up a whole new dimension for the three of us.  About once
a week we have what we call a 'party' together, with each of us
stimulating or being erotically stimulate by another.  Since none
of us is involved with anyone else, it is 'safe sex' and all
three of us enjoy it with great abandon.  Besides our toys, Mira
expressed a great interest in seeing me have a 'female' climax. 
Well my wife taught her how.  Wow, now I have two gals who are
eager to get me to have a 'female' climax!  Though Connie is
better at doing it, she and Mira both continue to try to out do
one another and I definitely love being the recipient.

Over that first year we learned a lot about each other, sharing
our inner most feelings, be they highs, lows, or somewhere in
between.  Also, we continued to grow closer to one another,
looking forward to being together, when we were apart with work,
and totally and completely enjoying each other.  Both Connie and
Mira enjoyed teaching me how to be more feminine and also
watching my figure develop.  By the end of the year I wasn't
quite as large in the bust as either of them, but I definitely
could fill a "B" cup and my areolas had increased from the size
of dimes to fifty cent pieces.  Likewise, they were pleased with
how feminine my body had become and I now had a pretty good
figure.

The only frustration that continued to plague me, was that
continuing saga of having to redo my 'tuck and roll' and
especially when it came undone and I had to wait for them to
reglue it!  Connie and Mira seemed to not mind and, in fact, they
seemed to look forward to it.  But, knowing how much I hated it,
they never made me wait too long before they redid it.                    
             Chapter 3
                               TRANSFORMATION

It was early in our second year together and everything had been
going extremely well for all three of us.  Both Connie and I had
been promoted in our jobs and Mira was made the chief surgeon for
OB/GYN at the University of Utah's Medical Center.

Although I was fortunate to have an extremely light beard and
very little body hair, Mira had gotten me with a colleague of
her's who did electrolysis shortly after I started work.  With
two hours a week for a little less than a year, she had totally
and completely gotten rid of both my beard and body hair, though
I think the hormones Mira had me on definitely helped too!

However, one weekend I again voiced my disdain about my 'tuck and
roll' and it coming loose, even though it usually lasted a little
over three weeks between each gluing.  Both Connie and Mira were,
I guess, tired of hearing me, so Connie confronted me about it. 
"Aren't you a happy person, now that you are so feminine and
everybody considers you to be a woman, Stef?  I definitely had to
agree that the last year, or at least from that day my clothes
were stolen during our move to Salt Lake City, had been the
happiest in my life.  I love both Connie and Mira, how much they
had taught me, how they had helped me become so wonderfully and
convincingly feminine, and I definitely told them so!

I still remember Mira saying, "Connie, I feel that the thing that
is really bothering Stef is something you and I don't have to
worry about...it is all that stuff hanging between Stef's legs,
isn't' that right Stef?  What could I say but a resounding yes. 
However, before I could get the word out, Mira continued on
saying "...of course it is and something needs to be done for her
about it!"  Mira has a way of asking the right question.  Again
it may be as a result of her training and experience as a doctor
or conceivably it's just her intuition.

But what, other than to continue with periodic replacement of my
'tuck and  roll' when it came unglued, could be done?  Maybe it
was as a result of the female hormones I had been taking for over
a year now, but my intuition was telling me that Mira and Connie
were planning something for me or, more than likely, they already
had it planned!  Yet strangely, especially as I now think back to
how they had discussed and planned how they would change me into
a fem-male, neither of them was immediately forthcoming with
anything, except they would redo my 'tuck and roll' for me.  I
didn't really like it, but I too didn't have any better ideas, so
I just dropped the subject.  I'd voiced my 'bitch' and that at
least made me feel a little bit better.

About two weeks later we did get into an interesting discussion
of hermaphroditism and the hermaphrodite paradox.  What brought
this up, was that Mira, as Chief Surgeon for OB/GYN at the
University Hospital had been working with a gal in her late
teens.  Mira told us that "...her normal outward appearance is
that of a female, but in actuality she is a male
pseudohermaphrodite with a defective androgen receptor!"  Over
the time we had all lived together, we had talked quite a bit
about each other's work, including Mira's practice, but we really
hadn't talked much at all about what Mira was involved with at
the hospital, except for an occasional discussion of some mundane
female disorder, like a dilation and cauterization, or D&C, and
delivering babies.  This was definitely something new.  Connie
asked Mira what all this meant and to tell us more.  Mira then
went on to explain that "this type of pseudohermaphrodite is
genetically male, but has a biochemical block that prevents the
androgens, testosterone and dihydrotestrosterone, or DHT, from
chemically binding to their cell receptors."  This was
fascinating to both Connie and me, but we knew that Mira would
have to give us a bit of a biology lesson for us to attempt to
understand, and that she did.  "While, at the time of birth, the
pseudohermaphrodite appears to be a normal baby girl with typical
external development of the genitals, they are not typical girls
inside.  In this case testes are hidden in the groin or labia,
secreting normal testosterone.  Also, a testicular protein called
Muellerian inhibiting factor, or MIF, prevents the development of
a uterus, fallopian tubes, and a vagina.  Because nearly all are
mistaken for girls and raised as females, developing an outward
female appearance, their problem isn't' likely to be recognized
until they fail to menstruate."  Of course, this led me to ask
Mira why she was using the term pseudohermaphrodite, instead of
just saying hermaphrodite?  She explained it by saying that it is
very rare that you find among humans true hermaphrodites, or
individuals who possess both male and female sexual organs. 
However, there are some individuals who are called
pseudohermaphrodites because the sex of those human beings
presents an ambiguous appearance.  Therefore, at birth, the
obstetrician can't announce, "It's a girl!" or "It's a boy!" but
must confess, "I'm not sure what it is."  In the case Mira was
talking about, this gal was born with a vagina and female
external organs, but she lacks such internal organs as ovaries
and fallopian tubes.

As Connie and I continued to ask questions, Mira continued with
our course in biology and genetics.  Connie then asked how she
was producing male hormones, like testosterone, and was it a
case, somewhat like mine, where I was now producing more female
hormones within me, since I had started on the shots and pills? 
Mira told Connie that they really weren't sure and there were a
couple schools of thought.  Part of the medical community though
it might be a 'harmonic' situation, similar to mine, that some
external factor causes the opposite sexual hormones, which all of
us have, to increase production.  "In Stef's case, this makes
sense, because, since she started female hormones, her blood
tests have continued to show a much higher level than can be
attributed to that which I am giving her...but I'm not now quite
so sure if that is really the correct answer or not!"  Connie
said it made sense to her too, but Mira went on to say that in
the case of the teenage girl she mentioned, instead of ovaries
and fallopian tubes, she has certain male internal organs, like
seminal vesicles, as well as testes hidden up in her body that
had been discovered during testing.  From what Mira said, this
gal's resulting situation was being attributed to a defective
androgen receptor.  Definitely, I could see that too.

All of a sudden I saw a great big sly smile on Connie's as she
looked at me and then turned to Mira.  My intuition told me
something was afoot, especially as I saw that same great big sly
smile being returned by Mira.

After a very pregnant pause, I couldn't stand it any long and I
felt they both knew what the other was contemplating, but I
didn't, so I asked what they were thinking?

Like always, it was a barrage of multiple statements, worded like
questions, from both of them.  Connie started in with "you know
how every time your "tuck and roll" comes undone, Stef, that you
start to bitch...and a lot of it is because of all that stuff
between your legs that Mira and I don't have...and all of us
agreed about two weeks ago that something needed to be done...but
we certainly wouldn't want to get rid of that pretty little
thing, as Mira called it, would you?"  I started to open my mouth
to answer, though I knew that Connie really wasn't looking for an
answer, when she said "that's the answer, why don't we have Mira
do a little surgery and make a pseudohermaphrodite out of you,
yes, you know that would make you happy, and Mira and me as
well!"  I was floored by the suggestion, but as I was putting my
thoughts together Mira jumped in saying "yes, Stef, we have a
team of women doctors at the hospital, that as Chief Surgeon I am
part of, and we already do male to female sexual reassignment
surgery or SRS, though we don't advertise it because of all the
narrow minded people here in Utah, in addition to all other types
of gynecological surgery...we've never done this, but we've done
all the procedures involved many times...it would make you
happier and you'd also like to please Connie and me too, wouldn't
you...oh, I just feel that all the gal's on the surgical team
would love to do it for you...and you'd make yourself and Connie
and me, and the surgical team as well, happy, wouldn't you...and
all that problem you've been complaining about would be taken
care of...you want us to do it for you, don't you?

I was still flabbergasted at this suggestion, but what could I
say, the though both excited and scared me.  Also, they had
pressed the right button again, like when everything had come
gushing out before, all my feelings and emotions, and I had
begged for their help to become more feminine and Mira gave me my
first shot of female hormones, as a present.  Everything they had
promised had come true, including my now softly rounded and very
feminine body, and my beautiful breast are just like theirs.  I
definitely had no desire to argue, but even if I had felt like
arguing with either Connie or Mira, I'd loose and it always
turned out they were right, anyway, and I'd just been slow
figuring it out.

'Okay...' I said, when they both let out a squeal and
simultaneously Connie said "we knew you would say 'yes' and it
makes Mira and me so very happy and I we know it'll make you
happy too" as Mira said "oh this is wonderful, we knew you'd love
it...I've got to call the team and let them in on this wonderful
news, and see when we can get it scheduled at the hospital!" 
'Wow ladies, just a moment please, I didn't get to complete my
sentence!'  All of a sudden there was an almost erie hush. 
'Okay, I want to know more about what you are planning, like what
will be involved with the surgery and what the results will be.' 
"Oh my gosh, is that all?" Connie and Mira said.  I told them
that it would be nice to know a bit more, since it was my body
they were talking about doing surgery on.  Mira smiled as she
started explaining the procedures and the results in detail. 
Briefly, while under anesthesia, Mira and the team would remove
my testis from the scrotum and place them permanently up in the
same cavity where we had been pushing them.  Then, using a
technique they had perfected for SRS where the penis was not
adequate, they would take a piece of my intestine and, after
making an incision, create a vagina.  Mira said they had found
this to work quite well, including being self lubricating for
intercourse afterwards.  They would do it this way on me, because
they were going to leave my penis functional, but it would now be
my clitoris.  After that they would take the skin from the
scrotum and use it to create vaginal lips.  Like the teenager she
had told us about, I wouldn't have ovaries or a uterus, but with
the testis left inside me, I'd still be able to get an erection
with my new clitoris.  After surgery I'd have to dilate my new
vagina until everything fully healed and Connie grinned saying
she'd love to help me do that.  But after I'd  healed, having
been sexually reassigned surgically as a pseudohermaphrodite,
though I couldn't have a baby, I could be sexually active both as
a female, with my new vagina, or like a male, with my clitoris!

Although I am never eager for surgery or cutting, the results of
this did really sound wonderfully exciting.  I also felt that it
would make Connie and Mira happy, and they felt it would make me
happy too, which was a "win/win" scenario.  Well why not!  But
the one thing that left me wondering and Mira hadn't said
anything about was my 'tuck and roll' which happened to be coming
loose again at that time.  I asked Mira about it and she
guaranteed me that I wouldn't have to be glued in place any
longer, unless I really wanted to.  Since, after surgery, I
wouldn't have a scrotum and my testis would be inside my body,
there would be nothing but my new clitoris left.  This, she
assured me, I could easily conceal between my legs by pulling it
back between my new vaginal lips and my panties or pantyhose
would easily keep it there.  Connie agreed.  Well, it did sound
like the results of this surgery would definitely be wonderful,
so with tears of happiness I said '...you've answered my
question, and I feel it'll make all of us even happier since it
will take away my periodic bitch about my 'tuck and roll' and
with a vagina I'll be even more like both of you, which I have
always wanted, and you've been helping me so very much to
achieve...so definitely yes, yes, yes, let's do it!'  With that
they both let out another squeal and with tears of joy all around
I'd committed myself, there was no turning back, but even today,
if I had to do it all over, I wouldn't hesitate to have it done.

Mira call her colleagues, informing them of what she proposed,
and from what she told us, they were as excited as she was.  She
also get everything lined up at the Hospital and the date was set
for a month away.  Since I had been with this engineering firm
for over a year, I asked for my two weeks vacation at that time
and it was approved.  Mira's colleagues did want to meet and talk
with me before, so Mira and Connie set up a small cocktail party
at home.  Upon arriving, and meeting Connie and me, they all at
first though that I was born a woman and Mira was pulling a joke
on them!  You can probably imagine their astonishment when they
realized it wasn't a job.  We all had a fun time talking and
afterwards they all agreed that I was an exceptional candidate
for surgery, both physically and emotionally.

As the time neared, I was getting a little more nervous, day by
day, but the continued support and encouragement I kept getting
from Connie and Mira, as well as all the work I had with my job,
I really didn't have much time to think about it.  On the day
before surgery, Connie went with me to the hospital and everyone
was really nice.  There were a number of forms to fill out and
then I went to the lab for some blood tests.  Afterwards Connie
and I went to my room, which had two beds.  However, because Mira
was my doctor I had it all to myself.  The reality started to hit
me as I was changing into one of those wonderfully revealing
hospital nightgowns.  I wanted to wear my own, but Mira said no,
not until a couple days after the surgery is over.  A short while
later, as Connie and I were watching television, Mira came in. 
She asked how I was and she wanted to check that everything was
okay.  Since my 'tuck and roll' had come loose a couple days
before, there was nothing to remove.  She told me that one of the
surgical nurses would be coming in to shave me and I ask why,
since I no longer had a beard?  Both Connie and Mira laughed,
saying "no, not there dear, but down here" pointing to their
crotches!  We all had a good laugh over that.

The following morning I was ready and at 7:30 a.m. they rolled me
into surgery.  After seeing and talking briefly with Mira and the
other women on the surgical team, one of them inserted an IV into
my arm.  After that, I don't really remember anything until I
came to in the recovery room.  It was about 7:00 p.m.  I remember
them taking me back to my room and both Connie and Mira were at
my side telling me everything went really well.  I guess the
anesthesia was still working, because the next thing I remember
was waking up and it was 7:00 a.m. the following morning.  I
recall feeling some pain between my legs and reaching down. 
After a light breakfast and getting another shot of pain killer,
Mira and Connie came in.  They asked how I felt and I told them,
kind of groggy still.

I wanted to know how the surgery went and all.  There was this
pause as Mira asked if I had felt down there.  I told her I had,
but with almost all of my crotch being covered with that large
sanitary napkin, which she had taped so firmly in place, I
couldn't feel or tell much of anything.  Mira turned to Connie
and said "...should I tell Stef now, or should we wait?"  If my
crotch hadn't hurt quite so much I would have sat upright in bed,
right then and there!  Tell me what, did something go wrong, what
is it?  I definitely wanted to know!

"Well, I assure you it isn't anything bad, somewhat unusual, but
nothing to worry about...in fact it's kind of exciting" Connie
said.  Then Mira started to tell me about it.  First, that I'd
probably blown the theory of "harmonics" out of the water and
that there would definitely be a lot of future discussion as a
result of my surgery.  Dr. Donna, who was assisting Mira in my
surgery, noticed something in the x-ray and called it to Mira's
attention.  What they had found was that my pelvis has a very
decided feminine spread, as if I had gone through puberty as a
woman!  This discovery had kind of surprised the whole team. 
"But that wasn't the really big surprise and the most exciting
part" said Mira, as she paused and then continued.  She explained
that, as she had told me previously how the procedure would be
done, she got to the point where, she was making an incision to
open the area between my legs.  Once open, she would take my
testis, which had been separated from the scrotum and relocate
them inside my body.  Mira said, that as soon as she made that
cut, both she and Dr. Donna noticed that I already was a
0pseudohermaphrodite!  There inside me was a fully developed
vagina which couldn't be seen in the x-ray because of the pelvic
girdle.  Wow, no wonder I had feminine feelings, even though they
couldn't located any ovaries, fallopian tubes, or a uterus!  Mira
speculated that was quite possibly the reason why my body had
increased its natural production of feminine hormones.  When I
started hormone therapy, being already a pseudohermaphrodite,
this stimulated the female portion of my body, kind of like a
jump start on a car with a dead battery.  However, this left Mira
and Dr. Donna in a quandary.  They had found this phenomena in
all the male to female transsexuals the team had done SRS on, so
that part didn't really surprise them, but never one as fully
developed as mine.  Usually they would either invert the penis,
which in my case was out, or they would take a piece of intestine
to create a vagina.  In my case I was fortunate, because the
surgical team was all women.  Being sensitive to women's feelings
and issues, they decided to try something new and just create an
opening to connect my already fully developed vagina.  Everything
else went by the book, as they say.  So Mira and Connie were
right, it was unusual, but wonderfully so, I had a functional
vagina, which had been mine inside me from the start, and a big
clitoris as well!

Connie stayed with me the rest of the day and Mira came back that
afternoon with Dr. Donna.  As we visited, Mira and Donna wanted
to check everything out and also rotate the shunt they had
inserted during surgery.  At that time I had no idea what a shunt
was, but I soon found out.  After closing the room door, they
pulled back the sheets and with my nightgown pulled up to my
breast I couldn't see anything, but a big sanitary napkin taped
in place.  Mira warned me that pulling some of the tape so they
could see might hurt, but she did it so quickly that there really
was very little pain.  After she got it loosened, she pulled it
back and finally Connie and I got a look at what Mira and Dr.
Donna had done.  I couldn't see real well, so Mira got a mirror
from my dresser.  Although everything from my new clitoris to my
anus was red and there was quite a bit of post-surgical swelling,
it was amazing.  No longer were there any big sacks hanging down
and there was now two rolls of flesh...I now had vaginal lip or
labia majora and minora, as Mira called them, just like any
woman.  I can still remember how excited Connie and I were, and
Connie commented to Mira and Dr. Donna that they were truly great
gender artist.  Mira then told me to brace myself as she took the
end of the shunt in her fingers and gingerly twisted.  Oh my, at
first it really hurt, but soon it slipped and then it was over. 
Mira said she or Dr. Donna would be coming by, twice a day to
check and also move the shunt so it wouldn't stick.  After they
had replaced and retaped that sanitary napkin, I asked Mira what
the shunt was.  She explained it was like a dildo and they used
it to keep my vagina and the stitching they had done around it,
in its proper shape.

During the next few days, the pain definitely subsided and like
clockwork, either Mira or Dr. Donna was there, once in the
morning and again in the evening, to check the healing and
rotated the shunt.  On the third day after surgery, the staff had
me up and walking and that evening Mira removed the shunt for the
first time.  As she had it out, Connie came into the room and
commented to Mira "...wow Mira, you sure Stef isn't having her
period?"  We all got a good laugh out of that, since,
unfortunately, I didn't have a uterus or ovaries or fallopian
tubes to go with it.  By the end of the week I was released from
the hospital and, though still weak, Connie took me home.

By the end of the following week, most of the pain was gone and a
lot of the swelling too, as Mira removed the stitches.  My crotch
was still tender and I sat carefully, but now I could bend over
and see more of what had been done to me.  Mira was pleased,
Connie and I were ecstatic on how fantastic and naturally female
I now looked...except I have the advantage of a spectacular
clitoris too!

The following week I went back to work, though I took it really
easy.  Everybody was happy to see me back, but I didn't tell them
what had happened.  A couple of the people commented that I must
have been horseback riding while on vacation, because of the way
I was walking.  I just smiled and said that for some reason
saddles seemed to be made of tougher stuff these days!  By the
end of the month, Mira removed the shunt and I felt like a new
woman...it was wonderful!  Although she wanted me to dilate my
vagina, using either the shunt or a dildo, three times a day,
there was a feeling of freedom now, too.  After another 15 days,
Mira and Dr. Donna examined me again.  All the redness was gone
and darn near all the swelling as well.  They were amazed how
quickly I'd healed.  Then Mira took a speculum, which is a device
used by doctors to look inside the vagina, and that hurt a
little, as she said to Dr. Donna, "...come here Donna and take a
look!"  Dr. Donna and Mira grinned at each other with an amazed
look on their faces and then they called Connie over for a look
too.  'Okay gals, it's my vagina and vulva that you are looking
at and I really would like to know what's going on?'  Mira said
"it's extraordinary" and Dr. Donna said "it's phenomenal, your
vagina has healed to the point that I or any other gynecologist
would never even suspect you weren't born with it like this!"

After that, Mira let me go for a few days without dilating, then
she examined me, let me go for a few days more and discovered
that there was absolutely no change in the size or shape of my
vagina.  Since most post-operative transsexuals have to continue
to dilate for the rest of their lives, not having to just
verified that I was a pseudohermaphrodite, even before surgery.

Since then, all three of our lives have been great and, yes, we
still live together and enjoy each other immensely.  If anything,
it is even more wonderful now.  We sometimes jokingly refer to
ourselves as the "'female three-musketeers," but I am the one
with the sword which easily tucks into it sheath between my legs! 
As for what has transpired, I couldn't be happier or more
content, now that I truly am a fem-male and pseudohermaphrodite. 
If anything, the operation removed the last barriers to living a
full, complete and very satisfying life.  As for the sexual
aspects of our lives, well everything works wonderfully well and
though both Connie and Mira use a strap-on dildo to "dilate" me,
my clitoris "dilates" both of them just fine, if you know what I
mean!