Joyce

                                        by  Karen  Elizabeth  L.  (Karentv720)


My family and I had just moved to Norville now that I had finished
college.  I figured that with top grades from a very good Engineering
school I'd be swamped with job offers.  At least that's what I thought!

In reality I had been out of school for almost a year and although I
had many interviews in that time I had not had a single offer of a job!
Now however I felt that luck would finally be on my side.  Dad had a
friend who ran one of the top Engineering firms in the country.  It was
a small, family owned business but it was nationally recognized for its
work.  Dad had mentioned me to his friend and I was asked to come in
for an interview.

The interview lasted for almost an hour with the owner, Mr.  Jacobs,
asking me about courses I had taken and other Engineering questions.
At the end Mr.  Jacobs told me that he was extremely impressed with my
qualifications and that he would be in touch with me.  I felt certain
that I would have a job in the very near future.

Later that afternoon mom said that Mr.  Jacobs had called and asked if
our families could meet for dinner.  "This is it," I thought, "finally
some good luck."

At dinner that evening I was introduced to Mr.  Jacobs' wife and
daughter Cindy.  Cindy was quite good looking and we seemed to hit it
off well.  We got to know each other while our parents got around to
discussing me.

"Jeff," he said, "I was telling your parents here that I was so
impressed with you that I'd like to offer you an entry position with my
company."

I was grinning ear to ear and about to thank him profusely when he
spoke again.  "I'd like to," Mr.  Jacobs said, "but I'm afraid I can't.
According to government standards I don't have enough women engineers
and I'll have to hire a woman for this position.  I hope you
understand."

I didn't understand and told him so.  "That doesn't make sense, you say
I'm the most qualified but I can't have because I'm a guy?  What kind
of rule is that?"

"Not a very good one," said Mr.  Jacobs, "so far, I haven't had many
women apply for the job and none were nearly as good as you!"

Mom looked at me for a moment before speaking.  "Jeff," she said
looking at me in a strange way.  "If you want this job badly enough
there is a way you could have it."

"Sure mom," I laughed, "all I have to do is become a girl and the job's
mine."

"That's right, Jeff," dad said quite slowly, "that's really all you
have to do!  It's up to you to decide on how badly you want the job!"

"You're joking, right," I said getting up to leave, "well if you'll
excuse me, I'm leaving.  I don't appreciate joking about this!"

Mr.  Jacobs rose to stop me.  "It's no joke Jeff," he said, "I've
talked it over with your parents and they decided we should approach
you with the idea.  It would only be for a few months, I expect that
after the upcoming election these quotas will be dropped.  But it's
your career and your life."

"Jeff," said mom, "Mr.  Jacobs needs you and will hire you.  All you
must do is decide if $35,000 to start is worth it."

Well, no other job I interviewed for had come close to $35,000 so I was
intrigued to say the least.  "Okay, I'm hooked!  What do I do to get
that pay?"

Mr.  Jacobs looked me right in the eye and coolly said, "you have to be
a woman!  The government tells me I need a woman but I say I need you.
If you were a woman it would solve both of our problems!"

I couldn't believe it, I was being offered a high paying job and all I
had to do was to be a girl?  I was new in this town and no one really
knew me, the pay was much higher than any other job I interviewed for.
How hard could it be to pretend I was a girl for a few months?  Anyway
it always seemed to me that girls had it much easier than guys did!

"So," I asked, "what do I have to do now, show up in a dress and the
job's mine?"

"Not quite Jeff," said dad, "if you accept this job you'll go to work
as a woman and that's how everyone will know you.  Do you think you can
manage such a thing?  Mom will give you all the help you need and no
one but us will never know"

"Sure," I laughed, "after all, it's gotta be easier than being a guy,
right?  I made through engineering school, this should be a breeze!"

According to Mr.  Jacobs the job would be available in a month.  I was
to use that time to submit a new resume and practice being a girl.  He
guaranteed me that no one would know the truth, it was a family owned
company, his wife was in charge of personnel and Cindy was his
secretary.

As the Jacobs were leaving I asked Cindy if I could see her again.  She
smiled at me and said that since we'd be working together soon she was
sure we'd be seeing a lot of each other!

After everyone left I excused myself to get ready for bed.  It had been
a strange evening and I felt as I could use a good night sleep.  Just
after I went to my room mom knocked on my door.  She handed me a pink,
lace trimmed, nylon nightgown and a pair of her panties.  "Put these on
dear," she said to me, "you'll need to start getting used to these
clothes!"

I told her that I didn't see any rush, after all I had a month before I
started my new job.  Mom got very upset with me.  "Get changed," she
said tersely, "you accepted the job and by the time you start you're
going to be a lovely young woman!  Now put these clothes on and come
downstairs when you're dressed.  I want to see how much it's going to
take!"

She threw the nightgown and panties at me and went back downstairs.  I
quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled on the cotton panties.  They
were just a little tight but I managed to pull them up to my waist.
They felt so different from my underwear, much lighter and softer!
When I pulled the nightgown over my head and was thrilled at how soft
and cool the nylon felt as it brushed against me!

I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments and then brushed my
hair into a style that gave me a slightly girlish look with bangs.
Satisfied with how I looked I went downstairs to show my parents.

"Nice try with your hair Jeff," dad said as he gave me the once over,
"but you still look like a guy in his mothers nightgown!"

"Sorry dad," I said, "this is the best I can do!"

"Well first of all," mom said as she walked around examining me,
"you'll need to take a shower and shave.  That means everything, legs,
underarms, chest, everything!  Tomorrow we'll start making a young lady
out of you!"

I went back upstairs and began running water for my shower.  I slipped
out of my nightgown and panties and began to get cleaned up.  I spotted
a bottle of Nair hair remover on the ledge and after reading the
directions applied it to my legs, arms, and chest.  I picked up my
razor and began to shave the few underarm hairs that I had.  I was
never very hairy so when I rinsed off I found that all the hair I had
applied the Nair to was gone!  I now had a smooth chest and arms.  What
really amazed I was that without any hair my legs looked very shapely!
I found myself wondering how they'd look in a pair of nylons!

After drying off I put my panties and nightgown back on.  This time
they felt so much nicer against my smooth skin!  I went back to my
room, climbed into bed and drifted off to a sound sleep.

I was awakened the next day by the sound of mom's voice.  "Wake up
Joyce, you can't sleep all day!"

I managed to open my eyes and look at the clock radio next to my bed.
It was already 11:30.  I hadn't realized how tired I was last night!
As I stirred in bed I felt the nightgown brush against my legs and woke
with a start!  I reached my hand under the blanket and was momentarily
surprised to feel the silky material of my nightgown!  As I began to
remember the events leading to my being dressed like this I heard mom
calling again.

"Good morning, Joyce," she said cheerfully.  "You've slept long enough,
time to get on with the day!  Come downstairs for breakfast, I've got a
few surprises for you later."

"Morning mom," I replied rather groggily, "who's this Joyce you were
talking to?"

Mom looked at me and smiled, "I was talking to you, Joyce was the name
of your twin sister.  She died a few days after birth so dad and I
decided to call you Joyce!"

My head was still filled with cobwebs but I figured Joyce was as good a
name as any!  "Sure mom," I said, "Joyce sound as good as anything
else."

We went downstairs to breakfast and dad greeted me with a cheerful,
"Good morning Joyce!" I really can't say why I did it but I smiled and
kissed him on the cheek, "Morning dad," I said, "luv ya!" Now I hadn't
kissed dad in years.  It just didn't seem to be right, you know?

Dad seemed stunned.  "What was that all about?" he asked.  "Well," I
replied innocently, "what's wrong with a good morning kiss for the
sweetest guy in the whole world?"

Mom laughed, "I think she'll make a wonderful girl." Dad looked at me
and smiled.  "She certainly will," he said, "and check out those great
looking legs!"

"Daddy, you're not supposed to be checking out my legs!" I said as I
gave him a playful punch to the arm.  "Mom, tell daddy to quit looking
at my legs!"

Mom smiled at me and said, "I never realized what nice looking legs you
had Joyce.  You better get used to men looking at them!"

Without thinking I bent one leg and looked over my shoulder at it.
"What do you think of them mom?" Dad laughed.  "You've only been a girl
since last night Joyce" he said, "and you've already concerned about
how pretty your legs look!  And yes dear, you do have pretty legs!"

I bent over and kissed him again.  I really never gave it a thought.
It seemed so natural to kiss dad even though I hadn't kissed him since
I was a kid!

After breakfast I went back to my room to get dressed only to find that
mom had set out an outfit for me!  On my bed was a pair of white, nylon
panties, a bra, a pair of pantyhose, a slip and a dress!

"I didn't think you'd look very good in my clothes dear." Mom said.
"So I did a little shopping before you got up!  Get dressed as quickly
as you can.  We're going shopping for more outfits for my pretty
daughter!"

Mom left the room and I began to get dressed.  I took off my nightgown
and cotton panties and pulled on the panties mom had bought me.  They
felt great, so smooth and silky!  I sat down and rolled the pantyhose
up each leg just as I'd seen it done by women on commercials.  Mom came
in and hooked the bra.  She rolled up a couple of pairs of stockings
and put them in each cup.  "There," said with a satisfied look, "that
will look much better!"

After that I pulled the slip over my head and reached for the dress.
It was a cute dress, a light yellow color made of some silky fabric.
After everything was on I looked at myself in my mirror and I had to
admit it, I made quite an attractive woman!

Just then mom walked into the room carrying a wig and a pair of women's
shoes.  "Put this on Joyce," she said, handing me the wig.  "I think
you'll look good with this hairstyle."

The wig matched my hair color but was long enough to reach my shoulders
in loose curls.  When I got it on mom showed me how to brush it out and
fasten the adhesive tabs to keep it in place.

"Very pretty honey," mom said smiling, "you know you make a better girl
than a guy!"

"Thanks mom," I said as I gave her a great big hug, again something I
hadn't done in years!  "I sort of like the way I look, but I'm just not
sure about all of this!"

"Don't worry about it," she said, "it's not permanent.  Now put on your
shoes.  I'll fix your make-up and we can go shopping!"

As I slipped on the yellow, low heeled shoes mom gave me I found myself
really looking forward to getting all made up and shopping with mom!
Mom and I hadn't been really close since I was a teenager and the
thought of a shopping trip with her brought back many happy childhood
memories.  Of course, this trip would be just a little bit different.
Instead of a little boy shopping with his mother this trip would
involve mom helping me look for the prettiest dresses we could find!

Mom took me to her room, set me down and started to apply my make-up.
She plucked my eyebrows and used a little eyebrow pencil to help accent
them.  Next she dabbed some liquid make-up on my face and spread it
around with a small sponge.  After the liquid make-up came a powder she
said would help "set" the liquid and brushed a light pink blush under
my cheekbones and mascara to my eyelashes.  Mom finished up with a
light brown eye shadow and a pair of yellow, clip on earrings!

"Much better!" Mom proclaimed.  "Take a look in the full length mirror
Joyce," she said.  "I want you to see the total look!"

I slowly walked over to the mirror as I still wasn't used to my new
shoes.  When I looked in the mirror I was stunned!  I saw a young woman
in her early twenties with curly hair and perfect make-up!  She had on
a pretty dress with matching shoes and earrings!

"Mom!" I cried out.  "I look like a girl!"

"You are a girl now Joyce," said my dad who decided to see for himself
how I was coming.  "You can't have it both ways.  If you really want
this job you must be a woman!  You'd better make up your mind, are you
Jeff or Joyce?"

I knew dad was right, Jeff wasn't being offered a high paying job, only
Joyce was.  If I really wanted that job I had to be Joyce.  I just
wondered if I could ever go back to being Jeff again?

I put my arms around dad's neck and kissed his cheek.  "I'm Joyce dad,"
I sighed.  "For as long as necessary I'm Joyce!"

"Good girl," dad said, "I agree with your mom, you really do look much
better as a girl!  I hope you don't feel insulted but you were never
that great looking as a guy."

"That's okay dad," I said.  "Actually I really feel very comfortable
dressed this way.  I guess these clothes wont be that bad."

"It's only normal for a girl to enjoy looking her best Joyce," mom
said.  "Relax and enjoy yourself sweetheart.  Being an attractive woman
can be a lot of fun!"

That's exactly what I did!  I relaxed and enjoyed myself!  I found that
being a woman was really easy for me.  Mom gave me a few pointers on
how to walk, talk, and sit, and I took it from there.  I walked slowly
and let my hips sway as I walked.  When I sat down I smoothed out my
skirt and crossed my legs.  Mom was thrilled with the progress I was
making and told me about it every chance she got!
We  drove to the local shopping center and went to a dress shop mom
liked.  I was a little hesitant about going in but mom kept telling me
that no one would ever think that I was really a guy.

After a few moments of shopping a salesclerk walked over, "Could I help
you ladies find something?" she asked.  I was relieved.  She called us
"Ladies," I passed my first test in being a girl!

Mom said that we were trying to find some outfits for my new job.  The
saleslady looked at me and smiled.  "We have a large selection of
dresses over here," she said pointing to another rack.  "They're
conservative enough to wear on the job but styled to make you look your
best!"

I began to get my confidence up and started to look at some of the
dresses.  "The dressing room is over on the other side of the store,"
the clerk said, "why don't you take a few that you like and try them
on?"

I smiled at the woman and said, "Thanks that would be very nice." The
woman never batted an eye, as far as she was concerned she was just
helping another young woman!

Mom chose several dresses for me to try on.  Noticing my hesitation,
she gently pushed me to the dressing room.  I found an empty booth and
stepped inside.  I unzipped my dress and as I stepped out of I caught
sight of myself in the mirror.  I felt a little silly standing there
seeing myself in a wig and slip but the more I stared the more I
noticed that I really did make an attractive lady!

I pulled the dress over my head and mom helped me zip it up.  It was a
great fit and really looked perfect on me.  Yet I couldn't get used to
seeing myself in a dress!  Mom reminded me that I had several other
dresses to try on yet and nudged me back to the dressing room.

The next dress was a light gray with a pleated skirt.  The dress was
made of some type of lightweight fabric that was semi sheer.  When I
put it on and adjusted the belt I found that it really made me look as
if I had a great figure!  Not only that but the pleats in the skirt
caused it to sway as I moved.  I was amazed at how feminine the dress
made me look!

Next I tried on a dark blue suit with a light blue blouse.  The blouse
buttoned up the back so I had to get help.  Mom laughed and said I'd
need to practice dressing since my new wardrobe had a few tricks to it!
I pulled on the skirt and pulled the zipper up while it was in front
and buttoned the buttons.  I turned it around and presto, dressed
without mom's help!  One small victory in my drive to become a woman!

I ended up buying several outfits.  Mom insisted that I get the gray
dress, saying I looked so good in it!  We then drove to a nearby mall
for some more shopping.  Our next stop was the ladies department of a
major department store.  This time the salesclerk was a woman about my
age who treated me as if I were her girlfriend as she recommended some
outfits for me.

I waited until the clerk walked away and turned to mom.  "Why are we
shopping here?" I asked, puzzled over the need for casual clothes.  "I
thought I was just getting some clothes to wear to work?"

Mom looked as if I had just asked the world's dumbest question!  "And
what do you think you're going to wear at home young lady?" she asked.
"I have all kinds of things to wear at home," I replied.  "I only need
to get women's stuff for work."

Mom looked as if she was trying to explain the simplest thing in the
world to me.  "No Joyce," she said with an exasperated sigh.  "You're a
woman now.  that means you'll look, and act like a woman twenty four
hours a day!  You can't be Jeff sometimes and Joyce other times!"

This was quite a shock to me!  All along I had figured on playing a
little game of pretend at work and being myself at home.  Now I
realized my little game was about to become a change of life -- and
possibly sex!

Mom noticed the look on my face and tried to make me feel better.
"Don't worry dear, it's only for a little while," she said as she
squeezed my hand.  Then she looked at me and said, "Unless of course
you decide otherwise."

"What do you mean, 'unless I decide otherwise,' why would I do that?" I
asked, puzzled by her remark.  Mom smiled, "well, I noticed how much
fun you were having with dad this morning and how you kept smoothing
out that gray dress and staring at yourself Maybe you'll decide you
really like being a woman after all!"

I hadn't thought of this as anything more than a game before.  I really
cared for my dad and felt great being able to express myself to him.
As for the matter of the dress, well I really couldn't explain that.  I
just seemed to momentarily forget that I was a guy!  I looked at mom
and smiled, "Maybe mom, maybe!" I said.

We began looking over the displays of casual wear and again I found
myself caught up in the fun.  I found a pair of peach colored culottes
with a matching top and held it up in front of me.  I turned to the
full length mirror and swayed from side to side trying to imagine how
the outfit would look on me.  I caught sight of mom standing behind me
grinning from ear to ear.  "Yes Joyce," she said laughing, "just
maybe!"

"Quit acting so silly mom," I said playfully taking a swat at her.
"How do you think this outfit would look on me?" Mom looked at the
outfit and said she thought it would be perfect for me.  She suggested
I gets one in blue also.  I wasn't going to argue.  She seemed so happy
and it was only for a little while.

I found a number of tops in fabrics that felt really soft and fluffy.
I also bought myself a denim skirt and dress since mom said they looked
as if they'd be comfortable to relax in.

After picking out what seemed to be enough casual clothes to last for
years, mom and I went to the shoe department.  I bought several pairs
of shoes in colors to match every outfit I bought.  It was really a lot
of work trying on different types of shoes.  No wonder women took so
much time when they shopped!

When we left the shoe department mom smiled at me, "now comes the fun
part Joyce!," she said.  I wondered what she meant since as far as I
was concerned I hadn't been having fun.  "Fun part, mom?  "I asked
sarcastically.  "You mean it gets better?"

I hadn't noticed where we were headed until mom stopped and said, "It
does now honey, I think you'll need a size 6!" When I saw where we were
I was a little shocked.  Mom and I were standing in front of a display
of panties!  There were green ones, pink ones, yellow ones, and every
shade imaginable!  They were hanging on little hangers and looked so
dainty!  I had never even looked at this department before but now I
was about to pick out some lingerie for myself!

Mom noticed the look on my face.  "Don't act so shocked." She said.
"It's what's expected of you now." I knew she was right but she seemed
to be enjoying this far too much!  Dresses were bad enough but frilly
lingerie too!

Mom and I finally managed to pick out enough pairs of panties in my
size.  I ended up with pink ones with lace at the waistband and leg
openings, mint colored ones in a hip hugger style, and light blue ones
with lace down the front.  Mom also threw into the cart some pale
yellow panties in a bikini style with a matching bra, camisole and half
slip.
What  a switch!  As Jeff I would never have asked another guy to go
to the men's room with me nor would I have offered to accompany anyone
else!  Now as Joyce, using the rest room had become somewhat of a
social occasion!  Being a woman was going to be tough to get used to!

I was a little worried about waiting in line with other women but mom
kept up a conversation about my new job and clothes that helped to
relax me.  Inside I set my purse down and set about my business.  I had
a little trouble holding up my dress and slip while pulling my
stockings and panties down but soon got everything fixed up and
finished.  When I left the stall I saw all the other women fixing their
hair and make-up so I washed my hands and got out the make-up mom put
in my purse.  Mom stood there watching and smiling as I touched up my
lipstick and patted the hairs of my wig.  After fixing my hair and
make-up I got my purse and mom and I left for home.

When we got home mom and I went to my room to look over my purchases.
I now had an extensive collection of lovely lingerie in every shade of
the rainbow.  I had panties and bras in white and pastel shades, full
slips and half slips trimmed with lace, and bras made of a satiny
material.  For just a brief moment I found myself admiring my new
clothes!

Mom began removing all of my old clothes from my drawers and closets
saying that I wouldn't be needing them anymore.  I loaded all of my new
lingerie into my now empty drawers, still just a little unsure that I
was really doing the right thing.  By the time I finished however I no
longer had any male clothing left.  My closet was filled with dresses,
skirts, tops, slacks, and pretty blouses.  Drawers where T-shirts and
jockey shorts had once been were now filled an assortment of bras,
slips, girdles, and panties.  The drawer that I kept socks in was now
filled with pantyhose and nightgowns!  Any doubts I still had no longer
mattered, I was going to be a woman and that was that!

I spent the next couple of weeks learning how to be a woman.  It wasn't
easy.  I had to constantly practice sitting, standing, walking in
heels, and just generally how to respond as a woman.  Mom did her best
to teach me everything.  She said I had to consider myself to be a
woman so that my speech and gestures would come naturally to me.  By
the end of the second week I really no longer felt like a guy in a
dress.  I had gotten used to wearing lingerie, putting on make-up,
shaving my legs and doing the many things that women take for granted.
I managed to convince myself that I was a young, attractive woman!

Mom was thrilled at the change in me.  "You're perfect Joyce," she said
one day as she gave me a great big hug.  "You're such a charming young
woman it's like you've grown up as a girl!" I had to admit I was
enjoying myself more than I ever did as a guy!  I felt relaxed and at
ease and became even closer to mom than ever.  Still I worried about
where this was leading me!

Mom began pointing out ads for ladies wear in the newspaper and
discussing style with me.  We took several more shopping trips to help
me get used to being a woman and I bought several fashion magazines to
learn more about choosing my clothes.  We went out to several
restaurants and movies so that I would feel at ease in different
settings.  Everyone I met smiled at me and treated me so very nicely.
Men opened doors for me, gave up their seats on buses to me!  I had
gotten so used to being a woman that I even began to go out on my own.
I enjoyed picking up a few things at the local supermarket and running
errands.  Everywhere I went I was accepted as a woman without question.
I was fooling everyone, perhaps even myself!

I enjoyed the closeness with other women also.  They opened up to me as
we shopped, commenting on my purchases, admiring my outfit and doing a
thousand other things that made me feel comfortable!

At the beginning of my second week as Joyce mom said it was time to get
my drivers license so that I would be able to get around easier than
taking buses.  I tried to explain that I couldn't do that since I had
to have some identification to even apply.
Mom just smiled and said, "No problem Joyce, I just happen to have your
birth certificate!" She handed me a birth certificate for a girl named
Joyce Marie Anders.

I looked at the birth certificate and noted that the birthdate was the
same as mine, as were the town of birth and time.  Mom had sent for a
copy of the birth certificate for my twin sister who had died shortly
after we were born!  "Now Joyce," said mom "you'll really be able to be
a woman!"

As I looked at the document I realized that now I was about to legally
become a woman!  In no time at all I had a driver's license with my
picture on it, had applied for a social security card for my job, and
applied for credit cards as Joyce.  I even opened a bank account and
began to receive mail addressed to Joyce Marie Anders.

One evening Mr.  Jacobs and his family came to visit.  I decided to try
to really impress him.  That afternoon I took a nice hot bubble bath
and shaved my legs, underarms, and chest as close as I could.  I chose
a pair of pink panties with a matching bra, a white half slip and white
stockings.  After my bath I quickly got into my lingerie and stockings
pulled on a pink short sleeved top and steeped into a denim skirt.  I
looked at my hair in the mirror and found myself wishing that it would
grow faster so that I could get it done in a pretty style!  Sighing, I
pulled on my wig and brushed it out.  I fixed my make-up, added a pair
of pink earrings, and a pink bracelet.  I stepped into some white
pumps, sprayed on some perfume and waited for the Jacobs'.

When they arrived I met them at the door and led them to the living
room where my parents were waiting.  "Where's Jeff," Mr.  Jacobs asked,
"I expected him to be here tonight."

Mom and dad looked at each other and broke into laughter, "She's
sitting right here!" they said looking over at me.  I got up, walked
over and smiled at Mr.  Jacobs.  Extending my hand in a feminine style
I said, "Hello Mr.  Jacobs, I'm Joyce Anders, the woman you offered a
job to!"

Mr.  and Mrs.  Jacobs stared at me in disbelief.  Cindy jumped up and
began to walk around me giggling!  "You're really pretty!" she
exclaimed, "I can't believe you're really a guy!" I smiled at Cindy and
said, "Thanks, I'll consider that a compliment!"
I raised my arms slightly and twirled around on my toes.  "Well what do
you think Mr.  Jacobs," I asked, "am I enough of a woman to hire?"

Mr.  Jacobs smiled and said, "yes Joyce, you're definitely woman
enough!  I can't believe how much you've changed in such a short time!"
Mrs.  Jacobs joined Cindy in admiring my outfit.  "Who chooses your
clothes Joyce," she asked, "and is that your hair?"
I looked at mom and laughed, "how 'bout we leave the guys to talk
business mom and us girls can go talk elsewhere."
Mom, Mrs.  Jacobs, Cindy, and I went to another room to continue
talking about how well I was adjusting to being a woman.  I explained
everything to the other ladies, yes I choose my own outfits, of course
I dress completely, and no I have to wear a wig.  The only part that I
left out was, that I had started enjoying myself as a woman!

I mentioned that I did wish that I could be around people my own age
more and Cindy immediately volunteered to help.  She offered to take me
out to a club she enjoyed, saying that we could meet some friends of
hers and hear some great music.

"I'd like to Cindy," I said dejectedly, "but I'm not sure I'm ready for
anything like that.  Cindy thought that was funny.  "Don't be silly
Joyce," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.  "You fooled mom, dad and
me.  You'll do just fine.  Go change into a nice dress and we'll get
going!"

I was amazed, Cindy really expected me to go out with her as a girl!

"Are you joking," I asked, "you want me to go out to a club in a
dress?"

Mom looked at me and said, "I think it's a great idea Joyce, after all
you could use some pointers on being a woman!"

Actually I was somewhat excited about going out as Joyce, yet still a
little worried.  "What do you mean pointers on being a woman," I asked,
"I know how to dress, walk and talk like a woman, what else is there?"

Cindy got that twinkle back in her eyes.  "No Joyce, your mom taught
you how to act like a lady, I'll show you how to act like a woman!" Mom
and Mrs.  Jacobs were pushing me towards my room.  "Go ahead, get
changed," they said, "you're going to enjoy yourself!"

By now my excitement had pushed my anxiety and possibly my common sense
out of my mind.  "If I have to be a woman, I might as well have fun!" I
thought to myself as I hurried to change.  I stepped out of my skirt,
pulled off my top and slipped on a white camisole I pulled on a tight
blue dress with a back slit to make walking easier and went to meet
Cindy.

"You look great!" the other ladies exclaimed as I walked out of my
room.  "Every inch a lady!" said Mrs.  Jacobs.

"Not for long," Cindy said with a sly smile, "tonight you're going to
see how much fun it is to be a woman!"

Cindy and I said explained to our dad's where we were headed as we got
our purses and jackets.  "Be careful Joyce," dad yelled after me,
"don't stay out too late!"

Cindy giggled, "I take it you're daddy's girl!" I had to laugh when I
thought about it, "Yes," I said laughing, "I guess I am daddy's girl!"

We laughed and talked as Cindy drove to the club.  "You really look
great Joyce, wait till the guys see you.  They'll knock themselves out
to dance with you!" The thought of being the object of a guys attention
should have frightened me yet I couldn't help feeling excited!  I
remembered the dances I had gone to as Jeff and the competition to
impress a pretty girl.  Now I was the girl the guys would be trying to
impress!  What a thrill that would be!

As we drove Cindy kept trying to reassure me by telling me how great I
looked and to just relax and act naturally.  "That's easy for you to
say," I laughed, "it's natural for you to wear dresses and make-up!"
Cindy glanced at me and said, "judging from the way you acted back at
the house I think you'll make a great girl.  Wait until you see how
much fun it will be!"

Cindy kept giving all sorts of hints such as relax, put a little more
sway into your step, smile more, let your arms hang free.  She told me
to let my skirt ride up just a little when I sat down.  "Guys like
seeing your legs!" I told Cindy that I'd try but it seemed complicated.
She laughed and said that the most important thing to remember was to
be relaxed.  "Guys are stiff and tense," Cindy said, "girls are much
more relaxed and at ease!  Keep smiling, don't be real suspicious, let
a guy buy you a drink and dance with you!"

"Wait a minute Cindy," I said getting quite alarmed.  "There's just no
way that I'm ever going to dance with another guy!" Cindy just laughed
at me, "There are no "other guys" Joyce," she said, "just us girls
remember!  Girls DO dance with guys you know!"

When we got to the club Cindy introduced me to several of her
girlfriends as "Joyce," a new girl at work.  They smiled and introduced
themselves to me never even taking a hard look.  They seemed to accept
me as one of the girls!  We talked and laughed and generally had a
really fun time.  I was a little amazed at how easily women seemed to
get along with someone they had just met.  It was as if we were old
friends!

After a little while one of the other girls suggested we get up and
dance.  By now the couple of drinks I had consumed were beginning to
have an effect on me, I readily got up with the others and began to
dance!  As a guy I would never have just gotten up and started to dance
without a partner but all the women were doing it so I just joined in
the fun!  I was having a great time just dancing alongside the other
girls when a guy walked over and asked me to dance.  He was several
inched taller than me and really good looking.  I looked at Cindy who
smiled and gave me a thumbs up gesture.  Since the band was playing all
fast songs and no other couples were really dancing very close to each
other I agreed.  We danced "together" even though there was at least
ten feet between us.  I was really beginning to enjoy myself when the
band decided to take a break.  My partner moved next to me and escorted
me back to my seat!  I was getting worried but the looks on the faces
of Cindy and the other girls seemed to express approval of my "catch"!

We sat and talked for almost half an hour, just getting acquainted with
each other.  My new friend introduced himself as Mark and said that he
had also just graduated from college.  Mark had majored in Accounting
and said that he had spent the better part of the last few months
interviewing with companies.  He said I was lucky to get a good job so
quickly but that it was easier for a good looking woman to get a job
than it was for a guy.  For some reason this remark really bothered me
and I explained that I had gotten my job because of my skill and not my
looks!

Mark apologized and said that he meant it as a compliment.  He was sure
I was qualified but somehow it seemed that girls had it a little
easier!  Before I could even accept his apology or quit blushing for
that matter, the band had started playing again and Mark was leading me
back to the dance floor!  Now I was really getting nervous, it was bad
enough that Mark was holding my hand in his as we walked but the band
was playing a slow number!  Next thing I knew Mark had his arm around
my waist and was pulling me close.  I had nowhere to go so I let him
pull me close and take my hand.  It was really quite exciting in a way,
Mark was holding my hand in his and had his other arm around my waist,
he was an excellent dancer and somehow was able to make me fell very
relaxed and comfortable!  After a few minutes of dancing like this I
felt Mark pulling me closer, I couldn't remember ever feeling so secure
and content so I moved as close to Mark as I could, closed my eyes, and
laid my head against his chest!

I opened my eyes briefly to see Cindy smiling at me!  She also had a
found a cute guy to dance with and had snuggled close to him.  This was
turning out to be a really interesting evening!

After several slow dances the band took another break.  As we were
separating Mark looked down at me and smiled.  He was holding me
tightly with both arms but I had no desire to break free.  We looked
each other for a moment, then he leaned over and kissed me.  Maybe it
was because of the drinks, I don't know and really didn't care because
at that moment I felt so relaxed and feminine.  In the few weeks that I
had spent as a woman I had never felt this way before.  I was a pretty
girl and Mark was a really cute guy.  I put my arms around Marks neck
and returned his kiss!  I melted in his arms as we kissed.

It seemed like our kiss lasted forever, even though it lasted for only
a few seconds before I realized what was happening.  Mark smiled at me
and said, "You're very nice Joyce, I hope we can see more of each
other!"

Talk about charm, this guy could make a Beauty out of a Beast!  I
chuckled to myself as I thought, "and that's exactly what he's done to
me!" I couldn't believe that I had just spent an evening dancing with
and kissing another guy!  It all happened so quickly and easily that I
seemed to make an effortless transition from guy to girl!  What's more
I was thrilled at being a girl!  If I had to be a woman for a few
months I was going to enjoy myself, time would run out soon enough!

We danced a few more dances before Cindy interrupted by saying that we
would have to leave.  Mark offered to drive me home if I stayed but I
didn't think that was such a good idea.  I wasn't sure what might
happen when we were alone and I had my doubts that I'd be able to stop
him even if I wanted to!  Mark walked us out to Cindy's car and held my
door so I could get in.  He asked if he could have my phone number but
I said I'd prefer to meet a few more times at the club.  Mark smiled
and said, "I'll be looking for you!" I slid my purse off my shoulder
and placed it in the car, tucking my skirt under me I slid in as Mark
closed my door.  I waved good-bye to him as Cindy drove away.

After a moment Cindy laughed and said, "I thought I was going to have
to teach you how to be a woman, but it looks like you've got that
pretty well figured out though!  I was wondering if I'd get to be a
bridesmaid!" I began to blush, "I don't understand what happened
tonight," I stammered.  "What was I thinking of, kissing another guy?
I've never even thought of such a thing before tonight!"

Cindy was not about to let me off easily though.  "It didn't look like
you thought about it for long tonight either," she said with a laugh.
"I was beginning to picture you walking down the aisle in a beautiful
white gown, with Mark waiting for you at the altar!"

I was really getting upset by this time and had actually started to
cry.  "Oh come on Joyce," Cindy said, trying to calm me down.  "I don't
think you did anything so terribly wrong!  You're just responding to a
guy the way any woman would!  My dad wanted a woman with your skills
and that's what he's getting!  I told you that being a woman was fun!"

Cindy handed me a tissue, " Now please stop crying, you'll ruin your
mascara!" I looked at Cindy and smiled, "Thanks for understanding
Cindy," I said.  "Oh and by the way," I said laughing, "don't worry
about my mascara, it's waterproof!" Cindy started to laugh, "You
stinker, just for that I hope Mark does propose!" she said.

"Well in case Mark does get serious could I ask you couple of
questions?" I asked innocently.  "Sure Joyce," Cindy said suddenly
growing very still.  "How can I help?" I couldn't resist, "Should I
wear a long train on my wedding gown and would you be my Maid of
Honor?"

Cindy bust out laughing, "I'll get you for this Joyce," she laughed,
"remember we have to work together!" We laughed and giggled all the way
home, I had the best time of my life!

Cindy dropped me off at my house after making me promise to go out
again on the weekend.  I took my key from my purse and opened the door
to find mom waiting up for me.  "Did you girls have a good time," she
asked.  "Meet any cute guys?" Mom had just been joking about the guys
but when she saw the look on my face she knew it was no joke!  "Sit
down and tell me all about it honey," she said, "it helps to talk to
someone."

I began to tell her all about the great time I had and how well Cindy's
girlfriends treated me.  After a few moments however I stopped.  "Mom,"
I said, "I'm worried, tonight I forgot that I was a guy!  I was acting
just like the other girls!"

Mom took my hand, "what's so terrible about that," she asked.  "You
can't very well act like a guy when you're wearing a skirt and heels!"
"You don't understand mom," I said, "I mean I really forgot that I was
a guy, I acted like a girl and I loved it!"

Mom looked at me and gave a knowing smile, "I understand completely
Joyce," she said.  "in the past couple of weeks we've all worked very
hard to make a woman out of you .It's understandable that you would
begin to act like one.  We weren't sure how it would work out but dad
and I agreed to support you."

I still didn't think mom really understood though.  "But mom," I
pleaded, "tonight I danced with a guy and really enjoyed it!  I mean he
was so cute, and tall, I even let him kiss me" Suddenly I realized what
I was saying.  "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "would you listen to me!  I'm
talking like a high school girl!" I began to cry, "What's happening to
me mom," I asked.  "Have I lost my mind!  I'm a guy, not a girl!"

Mom just sat there smiling at me.  She took my hand and led me over to
a full length mirror.  Pointing to my reflection she said, "I see a
young woman in a skirt, blouse, stockings, and heels!  I don't see any
guy here Joyce!" Mom led me back to the living room and sat next to me
on the couch.  "So tonight you felt like a woman and you liked the way
you felt, is that right?" she asked.  I lowered my eyes and replied,
"yes mom, that's right." My mother reached over and lifted my chin
until I was looking into her eyes.  "Don't worry Joyce," she said
reassuringly, " I understand completely.  Being a woman can be a great
deal of fun, and being a pretty woman is even better!"

Mom took my other hand and began to pat them.  "I wondered what would
happen once you found out how nice being a woman is.  It's just so
completely different than what you were used to as Jeff that it's easy
to get caught up in it!" It was nice of her to be so understanding but
one thing still bothered me.  "Mom," I asked haltingly, "will I ever be
able to be Jeff again?"

I was surprised to hear dad's voice from behind me, we must have woken
him up as we talked.  "Mr.  Jacob's said this regulation problem should
all blow over after the election," he said.  "You can go back to being
Jeff then." He put his hand an my shoulder and gave it a little
squeeze.  "That is, if you really want to!"

I was shocked to hear my dad suggest that I might want to stay as a
woman!  "Why would you say something like that dad?" I asked.  Dad sat
next to mom, looked at me and said, "it's just that you seemed so happy
these last couple of weeks and from what I heard of tonight you might
just want to continue on as Joyce!"

Before I could speak mom said, "that's you're decision of course, but
you are very cute and would make a beautiful woman!  We'd be just as
happy to have you as a daughter!"

"I'm not sure what I am right now," I said confused, "how am I supposed
to know what I'll be in the future!" Dad leaned over and kissed me on
the cheek.  "You're a lovely young woman right now sweetheart," he
said, "that all that counts!  If you feel like a woman don't let it
bother you.  Just relax and enjoy your life!"

I went to my room and began to get ready for bed.  I thought I'd grab a
quick shower so I got undressed, pulled on a plain cotton nightgown,
grabbed a pair of white panties and headed for the shower.  While I was
showering I shaved my pubic hair until it all that was left was a
little patch!  I finished my shower and while drying off I began to
look at myself in the full length mirror.  I was thrilled to see that
my legs and underarms looked very smooth and really liked the way my
pubic hair now looked!  I even found myself wondering what it would be
like to have a real figure.  I had plenty of curves when I was all
dressed but I knew that I owed my bustline to the generous padding in
my bra and my shapely little butt to the design of my girdle!  Standing
there naked I looked skinny and shapeless.  "Not much I can do about
that," I thought to myself.  "Or was there?" I thought with the
slightest hint of a smile!

I stepped into my panties and pulled on my nightgown.  Walking back to
my room I couldn't stop thinking about Mark and how much fun I had!
When I got back to my room mom was waiting for me.  She handed me a bag
from one of the women's stores in town and said, "Here Joyce, I've been
saving this for you, I think you're ready for it now though!"

Inside of the bag there was the prettiest white nightgown I'd ever
seen!  It reached to the floor and had a sheer material that reached in
a deep V from the shoulders to the middle of the front!  The sleeves
went out in what was called a cap style and were made of a delicate
lace with a floral pattern.  The sheer material in front was bordered
on either side with the same lace pattern!  The label said it was all
satin and it felt so silky that I couldn't wait to put it on.

"It's beautiful mom," I exclaimed, "I can't wait to see how it looks on
me, I just know I'm going to feel like a princess in it!"

Mom smiled at me, I'm sure you'll be gorgeous in it dear," she said.
"I have a couple of other gifts for you that you might want to see
before you get changed!"

Mom handed me a small box wrapped in a beautiful pink paper and bow
along with another bag from the same store the nightgown came from.
I opened the bag first and was thrilled to find a sheer white robe to
match my new nightgown!  The whole robe was sheer except for the
beautiful lace trim around the ends of the long sleeves and on both
sides of the front where it closed with a delicate satin belt!  Mom had
also bought me several pairs of white, satin, panties with lace down
the front.  I didn't think anything could be better than this but when
I opened the small box I almost fainted.  Inside I found what appeared
to be a pair of women's breasts!

"They're for you Joyce," mom said with a smile.  "I thought your
outfits would look better if you had a better bustline!  Padded bras or
stuffing nylons in them wouldn't look right with some of your outfits!"

"I love it mom!" I gushed.  I gave her a hug and said, "and I love you
too mom!"

"Thanks sweetheart," said mom, "here, let me show you how to put them
on.  you can wear them tonight if you like.  I think they'd be great
with your negligee!"

I pulled off my nightgown and mom showed me how to place a little glue
around the edges and then position them just right on my chest.  Once I
got them on I ran to a mirror to see how I looked with breasts.  I had
to admit it, I looked beautiful!

If I hadn't known they weren't real I would have sworn I was looking at
a woman's chest!  I turned from side to side to see how they'd feel and
move.  They swayed with my every move and even bounced up and down when
I did!  I ran to the bathroom, slipped off my regular panties and
stepped into a pair of the satin ones mom had bought me.  They felt so
nice on me that I couldn't imagine ever taking them off!  Once I
finished admiring my new panties I slipped on my new negligee.  When I
looked in the mirror I was so happy that I began to cry.  My breasts
held out the front of my negligee just enough to allow the tops to show
through the sheer material.  What really excited me however was to look
at my new nipples contrasted against the white fabric of my negligee!

I hurried back to my room to show mom.  "You look lovely Joyce," she
said, beaming with pride!  "Every inch a woman!"

Mom told me that she had bought these things for me just after I
decided to take the job.  She wasn't sure how well things would work
out for me so she put them away until today!  "After we talked I
decided that you were really getting into being a woman" she said, "if
you're ready to be treated as an attractive woman by a man you're
definitely ready for satin, lace and breasts!"

I hugged her for several minutes, all the while profusely thanking her
for the wonderful gifts!  "You've made me feel so good tonight mom," I
said tearfully, "It's just that I can't make sense of my feelings!"

Mom wiped away my tears and smiled, "Take your time to sort things out
dear," she said.  "There's no rush to make any decisions." Mom helped
cover me up.  "We'll talk about it more tomorrow after dad comes home
from work!  We'll get you something low cut to wear so you can surprise
him!"

As mom left I began to think about what had happened today.  I felt as
though I was approaching two doors, one was labeled "MEN" and the other
"WOMEN" and was being pulled ever so gently towards the one labeled
"WOMEN".  I danced as a woman with a man and had reacted to his
advances the way a woman would have reacted.

Now I was lying in bed wearing satin panties and negligee with a pair
of breasts sticking out of my chest!  My mother seemed happy having a
daughter and I was happy being her daughter.  I was moving closer and
closer to that imaginary door and I wasn't at all sure that I wouldn't
go through it!  I drifted off to sleep with the delicious feel of my
satin nightgown and panties against my skin and confused feelings in my
head!

The next morning when I woke I forgot all about the breasts I was
wearing until I swung my feet out of bed and stood up.  Suddenly I
noticed that an extra weight had been added to my chest.  When I looked
down through the sheer part of my nightgown I was pleasantly reminded
of mom's gift to me!  I quickly put on my robe and went to have
breakfast.  As I walked into the kitchen dad turned to say good morning
to me.  He nearly dropped his coffee when he saw me in my nightgown
with breasts jutting out!

I leaned over and gave him a good morning kiss and said "morning dad,
how are you today?" Dad had overcome his initial shock by now and began
to smile.  "Looks like there's been a change in our girl here mom," he
said.  "Quite a change I'd say!"

I feigned embarrassment and clutched at the front of my robe.  "Daddy,"
I said, "stop looking at my chest, you're embarrassing me!" Mom smiled
and said to dad, "I gave her a few presents last night, doesn't she
look much better this way?" Dad looked at me again and said, "yes she
does dear, she makes a really beautiful woman!"

I did a quick turn to show off my nightgown, "do you really think so
dad?" I asked.  "What do you think about how I look dad?" Dad took my
hand and gave it a little squeeze, "You look lovely Joyce.  How do you
like having breasts?"

Mom broke in before I could reply.  She looked at dad and said, "I'm
sure she likes them, but she needs some work on the rest of her
figure!" Dad looked at mom, "not much can be done about that, She'll
have to make do I guess.  She looks quite good when she's all dressed.
Anyway, were the only ones who see her like this so it doesn't matter."

"It matters to me dad," I exclaimed, "you're not the one who has to
wear a girdle under slacks!" Dad stared at me for a moment.  "It was
your choice sweetheart, no one forced you to wear women's clothes
remember!  Besides, it's like I said, there isn't much that can be done
about your figure besides fake breasts!"

Dad finished his breakfast and went off to work.  Mom and I sat around
talking while we finished ours.  "What are you thinking of mom," I
asked.  "I have a friend Nancy who became a counselor" mom explained,
"she practices near here, maybe we could see what she has to say." I
was a little confused over how mom's friend could help.  "Let's give it
a try okay dear?" Mom asked.  "I'll set it up, meanwhile let's get
dressed, we have some shopping to do today!" I had forgotten that mom
wanted to buy me a few low cut outfits to show off in.  I finished my
breakfast and went to get dressed!

I decided to wear just a pair of slacks and a knit top to the mall, I
didn't want to look overdressed and call too much attention to myself.
I chose a pair of white slacks and a pale yellow knit top for the
shopping trip.  I would be relatively comfortable, with the exception
of my panty girdle, and wouldn't look too overdressed.  I took off my
robe and nightgown, pulled on a pair of white stockings and squeezed
myself into my girdle.  I picked out a pretty, white satin bra and had
a great time fitting my new breasts into the cups!

After I got my bra adjusted and hooked I made a few adjustments to my
girdle and admired myself in the mirror.  I thought I looked quite nice
considering what I had to work with.  My girdle gave me a very nicely
rounded butt and my breasts filled out my bra just right!  Still I
wondered what it would be like to see myself with real breasts and
curves.  When I realized what I was thinking I felt very ashamed and
confused.  I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind, mostly for fear
of the way they made me feel.

I stepped into my slacks, pulled them up and adjusted the zipper.
After pulling on my top and fixing my wig I added a light touch of
makeup, stepped into a pair of yellow flats and went to meet mom.  Mom
told me how pretty I looked and complimented me on my figure.  Noticing
my frown she asked what was wrong.  "Same old thing mom," I said
dejectedly.  "I keep wondering what's happening to me." Mom smiled,
"Don't worry honey," She said.  "Everything's going to be fine."

We set off for the mall with me driving, I had passed my drivers exam
and was now the proud holder of a photo license made out to Joyce Marie
Anders.  I got a real kick out of seeing my picture as a woman and
seeing the "F" in the block marked sex!

At the mall we found several pretty tops cut low enough to show a
little cleavage.  I also saw an outfit that I felt might make an
interesting addition to my wardrobe.  It was beautiful, a satiny white
blouse and a long, soft, black suede skirt.  The blouse had lapels that
crossed and buttoned just below the bra line!  The skirt although long,
buttoned only to just above the knee.  When I sat down and crossed my
legs it would open and fall to either side giving a glimpse of my legs!
I just knew this would be sexier than anything I owned!  When I modeled
it for mom she said that I looked absolutely stunning!

Needless to say I bought that outfit.  Part of me felt odd wanting to
buy such an obviously feminine outfit but I still found myself wanting
it!  I mean if a girls mother tells her she looks stunning in an outfit
it must be good!

I was thrilled with my purchases and called Cindy at work to tell her
about them.  She said she'd stop by after work so she could see how I
looked in them, I couldn't wait!

Cindy stopped over later that evening to see my new outfits.  We went
to my room so that I could model the clothes for her.  I hadn't told
her about my breasts figuring to surprise her.  "Good lord Joyce!" she
gasped when I modeled one of my tops, "you've got boobs!"

I couldn't help laughing at her reaction.  "So do you, right?" I asked
innocently.  Joyce just stared at me for a second before saying, "well
yes I do, but I'm a girl!"

"You mean I'm not?" I asked, pretending to be hurt by her remark.  "it
says Female on my drivers license, I've got a closet filled with
women's clothes and drawers full of lingerie!"

"You know what I mean silly, now where did you get those boobs?" Cindy
asked as she began to recover from her shock.  I told her all about
moms gifts to me and showed her my new nightgown.  "It's beautiful!"
She exclaimed, "I'll bet it feels wonderful to wear!  You're lucky to
have such a sweet mother." I smiled thinking of how lucky I really was,
I had parents who understood me and helped me in every possible way
throughout my life.  Now I was asking their understanding as I tried to
sort out who I was, Jeff or Joyce.

Cindy got a sly smile on her face and said, "I think you're becoming
more of a woman than you planned on, aren't you?" I returned her smile.
"Only time will tell!" I replied.

We sat and talked for hours before Cindy had to leave.  We talked about
a variety of things, work, family, clothes and men!  Especially about
clothes and men!  I showed her my new skirt and top and she said she
was certain I'd look pretty in it.  She winked at me and asked if I
thought about Mark when I was buying it.  "Let's just say he hasn't
been that far from my mind!" I giggled.

Cindy finally had to leave but we made firm plans for me to pick her up
at work on Friday.  She wanted to introduce me to some of her friends
at work and give me a chance to look around.

I could hardly wait for Friday to come.  I couldn't help feeling that
my stomach was filled with butterflies!  That afternoon I decided to
take a long, hot bath and give myself the works!  I added extra bath
oil to make my skin feel silky soft.  Shaving my legs became a matter
of utmost precision and care so as not to miss a single strand of hair.
I even touched up the small patch of pubic hair just for good measure!

When I finished I slipped into my nightgown and robe and applied a coat
of deep red nail polish to my toenails.  Before I polished my
fingernails I borrowed moms fake nails and painstakingly glued them on
and shaped them.  Satisfied with how they looked I proceeded to polish
them with two coats of the same color polish I used on my toes.  I went
back to my room to glue my breasts back on and get ready to meet Cindy.

I decided on a pretty violet dress with half sleeves and a button
front.  I decided to really go all out so I changed into a pair of
black panties with lace waistband.  A black slip trimmed in lace at the
bodice and hem, and a matching black bra.  I fit my breasts into the
cups of the bra and fastened it.  A quick look in the mirror made me
feel very sexy and wickedly feminine!  I pulled on a pair of tan
pantyhose, slipped on my dress and stepped into a pair of pumps which
matched my dress.

I fixed my makeup to match my mood, lipstick in a little deeper shade
of red than I usually wore, a little more highlighting around my eyes,
extra time taken to curl my lashed before applying mascara, a just a
shade darker blush over my liquid makeup base.

I clipped on a pair of lilac earrings and a necklace to contrast my
outfit, fixed my wig into a little wilder look, sprayed on some perfume
and checked out my look in the mirror.  Everything looked great but I
still thought something was missing.  I was just missing the daring
look I wanted!  Smiling, I unbuttoned the first two buttons at the top
of my dress.  If I leaned over just a little much I could see the tops
of my breasts contrasted against the black lace of my bra.  That was
it!  Now I looked like just like I felt, a gorgeous, sexy lady!

Mom was surprised when I met her downstairs, "you look great Joyce,"
she said as she admired my outfit.  "But are you sure you want to look
so sexy?" I flashed a smile at her and said, "I wanted to see just how
much of a woman I could be mom, is there anything wrong?"

Mom looked at me and grinned, "no Joyce, nothing at all," she said.  "I
understand completely!  A woman needs to dress like that now and then!
Wait until you see how men react, it really reinforces that sexy
feeling in you!" That was exactly what I wondered about.  I had to see
if I'd really feel like a woman.  I also needed to know whether or not
I'd enjoy such a feeling!

I drove over to where Cindy worked and went up to the door.  A guy who
was just leaving stopped to hold the door for me.  I think it was as
much lechery as chivalry.  He made sure he got a good look at me as I
entered.  He smiled at me so I thanked him and gave him a sweet smile!
His entire face brightened up and it really made me feel good to see
the kind of effect I had on this poor guy!  I began to think that I
could get used to being a woman!

I approached the reception area where Cindy worked and greeted her.
She looked me over and smiled, "somehow I thought you'd get all done
up," she laughed, "as a matter of fact I was counting on it.  I
mentioned to several guys that they could meet the new girl this
afternoon.  I'm sure they'll be impressed!"

Cindy took me back to meet her dad first.  He seem very impressed with
the way I was dressed and said he couldn't wait for me to start.  Next
Cindy took me to meet some of my future co-workers.  Everywhere we went
the other women treated very nicely and welcomed me into the company.
The guys made every effort to talk to me and ask me questions, they
wanted to know where I was from, what school I had gone to, and a
thousand other questions.  Cindy laughed as she guided me away from a
group of guys that had gathered around us.  "They're not that
interested in anything but keeping you there so they can check you out.
You'll get used to the tricks the guys pull so they can get to know
you" I smiled and thanked her for the tip even though I liked the
attention the men were showering on me!

At the dance we met more of Cindy's friends and once again I was
accepted as another woman.  They were all well dressed for an evening
out and I took particular note that none looked like the "Girl Next
Door"!  I vowed to be more careful about drinking last I run into
another situation like I did with Mark!

Funny, I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind.  Perhaps it was
because he treated me so nicely and made me feel like the woman I was
learning, or perhaps yearning, to be!

We talked about clothes and I got many compliments on my dress.  Soon
the topic drifted around to guys and we talked about what we liked and
disliked in them.  We all agreed that there was nothing so nice as a
guy who made us feel sexy and desirable!  I enjoyed conversation so
much more as a woman, I could be honest about my feelings and found
that the other girls were truly interested in what each of us had to
say.

When I got home that night I was walking on air!  I was having a
wonderful time going out with Cindy, we hit off so well it was as if we
were sisters!  It did seem just a bit funny that I had become a "Girl
Friend" to Cindy, but I had no sexual feelings towards her.  We had
become best friends as women and that's the way I wanted to keep it!  I
took off my wig, removed my makeup and got ready to go to bed.  Soon I
would have to go to work as a woman, I was slightly scared of what that
would be like but I knew I couldn't turn back.

I spent the weekend just lounging around the house in my sweats.  After
all the time I had spent getting ready Friday I just wanted to relax.
I really began to understand the old line, "my girdle's killing me'!
It felt great to be able to get dressed without a girdle, just panties,
a bra of course, and my sweats!  Over dinner Saturday mom mentioned
that she'd been in touch with her friend and that I had an appointment
Monday morning.  I still didn't understand what talking to mom's friend
would help but I hated to disappoint mom.

Mom and dad both commented on how I'd changed in the past weeks.
"You're much easier to get along with now," dad told me.  "You used to
be so stubborn hard to get along with before.  Now you're so easy going
it's hard to believe you're the same person!" Mom agreed, "I had to
force you to help around the house before," she said, "now you jump
right in to help with the cooking, cleaning, and shopping!"

I gave them each a kiss and thanked them.  "I'm sorry I was such a bum
before," I said, "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Dad hugged me and
said, "don't worry Joyce, you already have.  You've become the sweetest
daughter anyone could ask for!  Just do a good job at work and make us
proud of you!"

By the time Monday morning came I was a nervous wreck.  Spending the
last couple of weeks as a woman was fun but this was taking things a
step further.  Mom kept telling me that it was no big deal but I still
wondered.  I was about to call it off but deep inside I couldn't.  So
not really sure of what was to come I began to get ready.

I picked out a blue, jersey dress with a white belt and white pumps.  I
chose a light blue half slip and matching bra along with white
stockings.  I quickly dressed, did my wig and makeup and went to meet
mom.  "Don't worry dear," she said, trying to calm my fears.  "We're
just going to try to help you feel better as Joyce.  It will be easier
for you to decide what you want then."

That last part piqued my interest!  "What does your friend have in mind
anyway mom?" I asked.  Mom refused to answer me, saying that it was
best if I talked to Mrs.  Lang.  I forced myself to relax as much as
possible and got into the car with mom.  In no time at all we had
arrived at an office building near where we used to live.  I
reluctantly opened my door and stepped out.

Inside we found Mrs.  Lang's office and went in.  We introduced
ourselves to the receptionist and were told to have a seat.  I picked
up a copy of "Ms." magazine and became engrossed in an article on
stretching my wardrobe by using scarves as accessories.  Before I knew
it we were being called to meet with Mrs.  Lang.

Mrs.  Lang was happy to see mom again.  They hadn't had a chance to get
together in some time.  Looking at me she smiled and said, "Hello
Joyce, it's nice to meet you.  I've heard so much about you from your
mom!" She shook my hand and offered us a seat.  "I remember the last
time we met Joyce," she said with a warm smile.  "You were a rather
awkward fifteen year old boy!  Now it seems as though you're a lovely,
confident young woman!" Her smile and manner was so relaxing that I
couldn't help but like this woman.  She said that mom had filled her in
on my job offer and the unusual conditions of employment.  "Sounds like
you've got a great career ahead of you Joyce.  What can I do to help
you?"

I found myself telling this woman how much I was enjoying myself as a
woman, "The only problem is," I said, somewhat ashamed to reveal this
to a stranger.  "I'm not sure I should be doing this!"

We talked for almost an hour about how I felt and what I wanted to do
with my life.  my initial fears evaporated as time passed.  Mrs.  Lang
was able to make me feel relaxed and at ease as she asked difficult
questions about how I felt when others, men in particular, treated me
as an attractive woman.  She also asked whether I had considered
staying as a woman.  I told her that what upset me most was that when I
guy treated me as a woman I responded to him as a woman.  I even
mentioned Mark and how wonderful it felt when he held me close and
kissed me!  This I explained caused me to wonder if I really should
consider staying a woman!  I had been on dates as a guy but never felt
the way I did as Joyce with Mark!

Mrs.  Lang smiled and put her hand on my shoulder.  "I understand your
problem Joyce, you seem to be thoroughly enjoying yourself but feel
guilty.  Is that correct?"

"Yes ma'm that's correct." I said.  "Mom thought that you might help me
decide if what I'm doing is right." Mrs.  Lang looked at me and said,
"I believe that your guilt feelings are causing you an enormous amount
of difficulties.  If you don't resolve them you'll never pass well
enough to work as a woman.  However I'm sure I can help."

I knew she was right.  I was able to pass well enough for short periods
but was terrified at the prospect of spending a work day as a woman!  I
wasn't sure I could spend eight hours a day in close contact with
others and be able to convince them that I was a woman!

Mrs.  Lang put her hand on my arm to calm me down.  "I believe that
what we need to do is to calm your fears.  I'm going to give you some
tranquilizers to accomplish that.  Then you'll be able to concentrate
on your job without fear of giving yourself away!
That will also allow you to make a clear decision on what to do when
you no longer have to be Joyce!"

Mrs.  Lang then had me lift my dress so that I could be given a shot to
help calm me.  I felt my panties, girdle and stockings being moved and
then the quick jab of the needle.  She then went into a side office and
returned with a small envelope filled with pills.  I was instructed to
take two a day and I would soon notice a difference in how I felt.

"One last thing Joyce," Mrs.  Lang said, "would you mind taking off
your wig?  I'd like to see what else can be done for you!"

I carefully removed my wig so I wouldn't have to spend too much time
styling it again.  Mrs.  Lang looked at my head in front and back and
began to run her fingers through my hair.  "How long has it been since
you've had a haircut Joyce?" She asked.  "About four months," I
replied, "I was going to have it trimmed but then all this happened so
I put it off."

Mrs.  Lang continued to look at my hair.  "You know Joyce," she said,
"if you wouldn't mind a shorter style than your wig I really think you
could do without the wig.  It would eliminate the fear of problems with
your wig." I told her that I'd like that but I couldn't imagine walking
into a beauty shop and letting them see that I was really a guy!  Once
again Mrs.  Lang was prepared.  "No problem at all Joyce," she replied.
"I can send you to a friend of mine, she's very discreet and helpful.
She'll fix you up with a very pretty style that will boost your
confidence!  No more worrying about problems with your wig!"

I was thrilled with the thought of never having to worry about my wig
again!  Mom was right, Mrs.  Lang was certainly being very helpful and
understanding to me.  I decided to set an appointment as soon as
possible so I could have my hair done for my first day on the job!

We finished with my appointment and prepared to leave.  Mrs.  Lang said
that I should come back on a monthly basis for checkups.  Smiling, she
said that she was sure the pills would do their job.  She said that
taking the pills without supervision might cause problems.  It made me
feel secure and comfortable to see her concern for my well being!

I was walking on air as we left!  I was so happy that tears began to
well up in my eyes.  "Thanks mom," I said as I hugged her.  "I feel
much better just having talked to Mrs.  Lang.  I hope these pills help!
Mom looked at me and smiled.  "I'm sure they will Joyce." she said.
"I'm sure they will!"

Once home I called to set up an appointment to have my hair done.  I
explained that Mrs.  Lang had referred me and that I was anxious to get
my hair done for a new job.  The lady at the shop told me she
understood completely and that if I was available she could take me
later that afternoon!  Excited, I told her that I'd be there!

That afternoon I was pacing so badly that I was driving my mom up a
wall!  She handed me my purse and car keys and told me to get going.
"It's always good to get to the beauty shop early," she told me.
"Sometimes they can squeeze you in earlier than they expected!"

I needed no further encouragement, I was out the door and in the car in
a flash.  I pulled up to the beauty shop and realized that I would have
felt better if mom had also come.  Mom however had refused, she said I
needed to get used to doing things by myself.  I suppose she was right,
but this was all so new to me and I wished she was there to help.

I walked up to the beauty shop and hesitated before going in.  I felt
just a little unsure about actually having my hair done like a woman.
This was actually a physical change!  I realized that this would allow
me to relax if I didn't have to worry about my wig.

I introduced myself to the woman in the shop who told me that she'd be
ready for me in about ten minutes.  In the meantime I was to look over
a book of hairstyles.  I thanked her and sat down to decide on how I
wanted to look.  I saw many cute styles all done with short hair.  I
finally decide on a curly style that would feather back from my face.
If I had to look like a woman I might as well be a pretty one!

When my turn came I showed the stylist the picture and was led over to
the shampoo area.  The stylist gently removed my wig and examined my
hair.  She said that she was sure I'd be pleased with my new hairdo and
also my new life.  "It's a shame more men can't spend time as women."
She said.  "It would certainly make them easier to get along with!"

I explained to her that this was only for a short time, I wasn't
planning to stay this way.  She smiled at me and said, "Once you really
get used to it, you'll never want to change back!"

The stylist trimmed a little here and a little there then brushed and
dried my hair.  "Take a look at yourself now." She said proudly!  I
turned towards the mirror and gasped!  My hair looked just great!  I
couldn't believe it was really me!  I looked great and wouldn't need my
wig!  I thanked the stylist for her work and left the shop.  I couldn't
wait to show off my new hairstyle!

When I got home mom was thrilled with my new look!  "It's perfect
sweetheart," she said.  "No one would ever believe that you're not a
woman!" I was both relieved and upset at that.  I was afraid of how
deep I was getting into being Joyce yet all the time wanting to look
sexy and attractive as a woman!

Cindy and I made plans to go out one more time before I started work.
Sort of a 'final shakedown' for me!  We decided on going back to the
first club and having one last fling before I settled down as a working
girl!

Once again I spent hours preparing myself.  I ran a razor over the few
stubs of hair that I had missed just a few days ago.  I had become very
conscious of my looks lately.  I shaved my legs every other day whether
I would be going anywhere or not.  I couldn't imagine leaving the house
without some makeup on although it seemed as though I needed less than
before to soften my features.  I attributed that feeling to becoming
used to the way I looked and feeling more at ease because of the
tranquilizers I had taken.

As I went to get dressed I found myself staring at my new wardrobe and
trying very hard to decide which dress would look best on me!  I
finally decided to put on a leather mini skirt I had recently bought
along with a silky white shell top.  I picked out a pair of the satin
panties mom had given me along with a lacy, white camisole.

I glued my breasts on, put on my bra and panties and checked myself out
in the mirror.  Even with all of my misgivings about dressing as a
woman I still felt that I was quite attractive.  I pulled on my
stockings and slip and stepped into my skirt.  Once I put on my blouse
and got everything adjusted I looked at myself in the mirror again.  No
doubt about it, I made a great looking woman!

We were having a great time at the club and before long a couple of
guys asked us to dance.  Cindy watched to see if I'd chicken out but
this was to be a major test for me!  I danced with several guys,
feeling more and more confident each time.  We danced every dance there
was, slow or fast.  If it was fast I stayed near my partner and smiled
at him.  I tried to make him feel as though he was the only guy in the
world.  When we slow danced I willingly moved close and let them put
their arm around my waist.  Tonight I was all woman and I was going to
enjoy it!  Maybe then I'd be able to sort out my confused feelings!

After a few dances I excused myself and went to the ladies room to
freshen up.  When I returned I noticed a guy talking to Cindy at our
table.  As I approached my heart jumper into my throat, the guy was
Mark!  He smiled when he saw me and I could tell from the look in his
eyes that he thoroughly approved of my hairstyle and especially my
miniskirt!

Mark held my chair as I sat down and we immediately began to catch up
on what we'd done since last we met.  Soon the band started again and
Mark asked if I'd like to dance.  I smiled at him and offered my hand.
Giggling, I replied, "Why thank you kind sir, I'd be delighted!" Mark
laughed, accepted my hand, bowed graciously, then led me to the dance
floor.

As we danced I noticed the same feelings of closeness and warmth that I
HAD when we first met.  I relaxed and moved close to Mark, he held me
tight and smiled whenever he looked down at me.  I think that if he had
asked me to marry him I would accepted on the spot!  Luckily for me the
dance soon ended and broke the spell!

Mark escorted me back to the table and joined my friends and me for the
evening.  He was very nice to all of the girls but left no doubt that
he was only interested in me!  I began to wonder if this was what it
felt like to be in love.  Cindy broke me from my dreams once again by
reminding me that we had to leave.  Mark walked us out to our cars and
asked if he could call me sometime.  I was thrilled, without hesitating
I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.  He
smiled, put my number into his pocket, then drew me close for a
goodnight kiss.

I offered no resistance as he took me into his arms and kissed me.  I
put my arms around his waist and returned his kiss.  If this wasn't
heaven I couldn't imagine what was!  We stood there for some time just
looking at each other and smiling.  Mark then helped me into my car and
I drove off remembering a wonderful time, a great guy, and a perfect
kiss!

Monday morning came soon enough and I readied myself to enter the
working world as a woman.  When I got to work Cindy began to tease me
about Mark, she couldn't believe I had given him my phone number.
"What will you do if he calls for a date?" She asked "Accept!" I
replied.  Cindy smiled and said, "I think you'd look terrific in a
wedding gown!"

I reluctantly put Mark out of my mind so that I could concentrate on my
job.  It was hard enough concentrating when I looked down and saw
myself in a dress, or moved and felt my nylon covered legs brush
against each other.  Somehow I managed to keep my thoughts on my job
and found that I seemed to be able to perform well enough to earn
recognition.  Clients began to recognize my skills early and requested
my help with special projects.  Mr.  Jacobs was thrilled with my work
and complimented me often.

After several weeks I noticed that I no longer thought of myself as a
guy pretending to be a girl.  My real gender rarely came to mind as I
lived my daily life.  I wore attractive suits or dresses to work and
changed into jeans or sweats when I got home.  In the shower I
routinely reached for my razor to shave my legs and underarms.  When I
finished I pulled on panties and a nightgown as though I'd always worn
them.  I did my makeup and fixed my hair as any woman would and no one
questioned me about it.  I couldn't remember when I had heard the name
"Jeff" around my house.  I hadn't worn men's clothes in several months
and honestly never missed them!  I had become "Joyce" to my family and
I enjoyed being their daughter.

One evening I answered the phone and was delighted to hear Mark's
voice.  He said he had finally a job and wanted to take me out to
celebrate.  I accepted his invitation and we made plans for the
weekend.  After we hung up it dawned on me that I had just accepted a
date with a guy!  I was a little worried since it was to be just the
two of us but once again I found myself looking forward to being with
him.  I couldn't understand why I felt so comfortable as a woman, I
figured that the tranquilizers were letting me see a side of myself
that I never knew existed.

It seemed to me as though I could detect just a slight change in my
looks.  Maybe it was just my imagination or wishful thinking but my
hips seemed just a little bit wider.  Come to think of it I had noticed
that my panties and slacks seemed to fit just a little better too.  Not
only that but my hair seemed a little fuller and I rarely had to shave
my face!  I considered talking to mom about it but found myself too
busy with work and my impending date.

My hair had gotten long enough to curl so I plugged my heated curlers
in and readied my bath.  I ran a hot bath, added scented bath oil to
the water and laid back to enjoy a treat!  Mark had planned on taking
me to dinner and a great movie that was playing, so I decided to wear
my gray dress.  I thought it would be just dressy enough for the
occasion and sexy enough to hold Mark's attention!

I reluctantly finished my bath and dried myself off.  Looking in the
mirror I thought that my breasts seemed just a little puffy, almost as
if they were growing.  I chalked it up to wishful thinking and started
setting my hair.  While I was waiting for my hair fixed my makeup and
nails.  I did my makeup just like I had the last time I saw Mark, just
a little more, just a little sexier!  A dark red nail polish on my
fingers and toes and it was time to take out my curlers.

I brushed my hair just enough to give it that full, sexy, look.  I
loved the way it fell just to my collar in gentle curls!  I began
gluing my breasts in place and once again thought my own breasts looked
a little larger.  I made a mental note to talk to mom and finished
dressing.  A pair of gray pumps, gold earrings, a necklace and perfume
and I was ready!

When Mark arrived I greeted him at the door with a quick kiss then led
him in to meet my family.  Mom and dad were very sweet, they made just
enough small talk to pass a few minutes then sent us on our way.  Mark
made a very good impression by holding my coat while I slipped it on.
Later he was every bit a gentleman, opening my car door, holding my
chair as I sat, and doing all he could to make me feel like special!

Our dinner was terrific, we held hands throughout the entire movie and
I began wondering what it would be like to be Mark's wife!  I began to
smile at the thought and when I turned to Mark I saw him looking at me
and smiling too!  Could he be thinking the same thing?

After the movie Mark we stopped for ice cream on the way home.  It
seemed so romantic to have this guy order my favorite flavor for me.
When we finally got back to my house we sat and talked in the car so
that we could spend more time alone.  When it came time to finally
leave Mark walked me to my door and thanked me for a great evening.  I
thanked him by putting my arms around his neck and kissing him.  Mark
quickly overcame his surprise, put his arms around my waist, and drew
me close.  We stood and kissed for several minutes before I reluctantly
broke it off.  Mark gave me a kiss on the cheek and promised to call me
again.  I smiled and told him that I'd be waiting by the phone!

Inside the house I found mom had been waiting in her room for me to
return from my date.  She came downstairs and sat with me while I
rambled on like a schoolgirl about her new crush!  Mom listened without
a word, she just smiled at me as if to say how happy she was for me.
After going on and on I finally stopped and looked at mom.  "I suppose
that those tranquilizers are really helping me." I said.  What really
amazes me though is how I had come to really feel like a woman.  When I
danced with Mark I felt very secure and comfortable.  When we kissed it
never entered my mind that I was kissing another guy.  Mark made me
feel like a woman and I loved it!  I kissed him just as any woman would
have responded to such a wonderful man!

Mom smiled as I finished telling her about my evening and feelings for
Mark.  She said she was happy to see that she had made the right choice
for me!

"What do you mean mom." I asked, feeling quite left out.  "What choice
did you make for me?" Mom took a deep breath before replying.  "I chose
to make a woman out of you Joyce." She said hesitantly.  I was really
confused now.  "I thought it was my choice to work for Mr.  Jacobs," I
said.  "What are you talking about?"

Mom looked at me for a few seconds before continuing.  "Working as a
woman was your choice Joyce.  Making you into a woman was mine!  That
wasn't a shot to relax you at Mrs.  Lang's office and those aren't
tranquilizers you've been taking for the last few months." Mom took
another deep breath before continuing.  "At my insistence Mrs.  Lang
gave you female hormones!"

I couldn't believe it, without any discussion mom had been turning me
into a real woman!  She explained that the initial shot had been to
"chemically castrate" me, it prevented my body from manufacturing more
than the slightest amount of male hormones.  The pills then supplied my
body with female hormones which would give me the appearance and mental
attitude of a female!

I asked her about my developing breasts and fuller hips.  She said that
yes, they were also a result of the hormones.  She explained that by
now I had enough female hormones in me to make my system believe that I
was really female.  My body was building up fat and muscle as a woman
would and that if I kept it up I would soon have the figure of a female
my age!

I was shocked but still intrigued!  I was beginning to look like a
woman and I couldn't deny that I felt like a woman, Mark proved that to
me.  Apparently I looked and felt this way because of the hormones but
it didn't change the fact that I was happier than I ever had been!  I
had almost completely forgotten that I had spent over twenty years as a
male.  Everyone treated me as if I had grown up as Joyce and I truly
enjoyed it!

I walked over to mom and gave her a hug.  "Thanks mom," I smiled.
"Thanks for helping me to be the girl I should have been!" Mom's face
brightened.  "You mean you're not mad at me?" I just laughed, "not at
all mom.  I've never been happier than I have since I became a girl!
If it's okay with everyone, I think I'll just stay this way!"

Mom was thrilled, she promised to straighten everything out with dad
but that I'd have to let Mr.  Jacobs know.  I wasn't sure how things
would turn out but I promised to talk to him on Monday.

Monday came a bit too quickly for me and I was a little apprehensive as
I dressed.  I couldn't help but wonder what Mr.  Jacobs would think of
me when I told him that I had decided to remain as a woman, The more I
thought about it however the more I became convinced that he wouldn't
mind.  After all, I'd still be an unemployed guy today if it weren't
for him!

I picked a Teal colored suit to wear with a matching bra, panty, and
garter set in a lighter shade of green.  I decided to wear stockings
instead of pantyhose in hopes of bolstering my confidence as a woman.
After a quick shower I put in my electric curlers and began to dress.
Looking in a mirror I smiled as I noticed how my body had begun to
change.  My breasts were still small for a woman but definitely
noticeable.  They looked more like a teenage girls although the nipples
had certainly become larger.  I was wearing a 34B bra with just a
slight bit of padding.  My waist seemed to be a little smaller while my
hips definitely appeared wider.  Looking behind me it seemed quite
appearant that my butt had become a little fuller and rounder.  No
doubt the hormones had certainly begun to have an effect on me!

Mom had explained that I would probably notice some changes in my
feelings, that I might feel happy at one moment then experience sadness
of no reason.  She explained that these feeliongs would soon disapear
as my body became accustomed to the female hormones.  She smiled when I
asked about my feelings towards Mark explaining that they were also a
result of the hormones.  I was well on my way to becoming a woman and I
was thrilled!

I slipped my arms into my bra and after fastening it positioned my
breasts into the cups.  Adjusting the straps I smiled as I noticed the
tops of my breasts above the lacy cups.  I slipped on my garter belt
and panties and rolled my nylons up my legs.  I remembered the first
time I put stcokings on, it was such a wonderful silky that I found
myself wishing I had started to wear them years ago.  I fastened a pair
of sheer white nylons to my garters and pulled on my panties.

I decided on a cream colored half slip and camisole with a sheer white
blouse to wear with my suit.  I did my eyes with subtle shades of green
to match my outfit, curled my eye lashes and emphasized them with brown
mascara.  I plucked a few stray hairs before highlighting my brows,
used a light pink blush and a wine colored lipstick.  I pulled my skirt
on, tucked in my blouse and took out my curlers.  I brushed my hair out
into soft, collar lenght curls and clipped on a pair of Jade green
earrings.  After a quick spray of perfume I slipped on my jacket and
stepped into a pair of white pumps.  The image in the mirror was that
of a young professional woman confident in her Feminity!

Mom and dad both complimented me at breakfast telling me ho pretty I
looked.  It wasn't the same as hearing it from Mark after a lovely
evening and a romantic kiss but I appreciated it!  I finished eating,
touched up my lipstick, picked up my purse and headed for the bus stop.

I met some neighbors at the bus stop and chatted while we waited.
These people never knew me as Jeff, to them I was the young woman
engineer who lived in the neighborhood.  Several older women
complimented me on my outfit saying that it was nice to see that I
could be professional and yet remain an attractive woman!

Arriving at work I locked my purse in my desk and went to see Mr.
Jacobs.  As a always Mr.  Jacobs was happy to see me calling me his
favorite engineer.  He asked me to have a seat and tell him what was on
my mind.

I hesitantly explained to him about the hormones and that I had decided
to stay as Joyce asking if that might affect my position with his
company.  To my delight, he broke into a broad smile and said that I
ahd just solved a problem for him!  It turns out that he had felt
guilty about encouraging me to become Joyce but wondered how he could
afford to lose "Joyce" when I decided to be Jeff again.

I was only to happy to sure him that he'd never have to worry about
losing "Joyce", I had no intentions of ever going back to being "Jeff"!
We both laughed when he said that this had solved two problems -- he
had needed a woman and I needed to be one!

I left his office walking on air!  I had an assurance of a job for as
long as I wanted it, possibly becoming the head of the company when Mr.
Jacobs retired!  I had been man enough to become the woman he needed
and he was going to make sure it was a good decision!  I had a great
job, a wonderful family, good friends, even a guy who thought I was the
most wonderful woman on earth!  What more could a girl want out of
life?