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Date: Wed, 8 Feb 1995 05:37:08 UTC
Subject: TG: The Subrogation of Bob by Rebecca Lee Page

			The Subrogation of Bob
				 by
			   Rebecca Lee Page
			     Chapter One

	It was a bright sunny day in May when Jane walked into the
restaurant on Glendale Street. She quickly looked over the dining room
and saw Paula Adams seated alone in a booth in the rear of the room.

	Jane could not imagine why Paula had called her and asked for
a meeting. The two girls had once been fairly good friends but, since
Jane's ex-husband, Bob, walked out on her and later married Paula,
their friendship had diminished greatly. Jane had never really blamed
Paula for Bob's failure as a husband and she thought that this meeting
could be good for both girls.

	Paula looked up as Jane crossed the less than crowded dining
room. She waved and said, "Hi Jane. Thank you so much for coming. I
was afraid that you might never want to see me again."

	Jane leaned down and gave Paula a hug and kissed her on the
cheek. "You know that I don't blame you for Bob's cheating. He was
cheating before he met you and I'll bet that he is still cheating. He
has never learned to respect women and he probably never will.

	"That is why I called you, Jane. He is cheating on me and I
have no one else to talk to. I don't know what to do."

	"Why don't you leave him?"

	Paula played unconsciously with a stan of her long blond hair
and looked away. "I still love him."

	Jane reached across the table and took Paula's hand. "I know
the feeling. I still loved hem when I kicked him out two years ago. He
needed for someone to teach him a lesson, but I guess it didn't work.
I think that maybe I still love him a little."

	"I know what you mean, Jane. He is such a sweet man in so many
ways. He is kind, loving and a lot of fun to be with. If he just had
more respect for my feelings." Paula looked straight at Jane. "I think
he lacks respect for all women."

	"I believe it," Jane replied. "He used to wear mine, but he
made me swear that I would never tell."

	"Maybe if we could keep him in skirts for a while, he'd learn
something about women," Paula giggled.

	"That is not a bad idea, if we could do it."

	The waiter came to the table to take their order. Both girls
ordered coffee and a danish. When the waiter left Jane asked, "Are you
two still together?"

	"Yes, for the time being. I can't put up with many more of his
little escapades though."

	"Is Bob working now?"

	"No," Paula sighed. "He has not worked for over six months.
You knew about the trust he received from his father's estate, didn't
you."

	"Yes", replied Jane. "I understand that he receives a pretty
good monthly income."

	The waiter arrived with their coffee and danish. Jane sipped
her coffee in silence for a few seconds. She looked up at Paula and
said, "I have a wild idea. It's crazy and might get us in trouble, but
it might be fun."

	With a mouth full of danish Paula asked, "What is it? I'm
desperate... If I don't try something, I'll loose him for sure."

	Jane sat back in the booth. "Before I tell you my idea, let me
tell you a story. As you know, I've been working very closely with Dr.
Lynn Francis for the past three years. Even though my nursing duties
take me throughout the hospital ward, Dr. Francis likes to use me to
help with her special patients.

	"Well we have this one patient named Renee. I can't give you
her last name without her permission. Now get this. A year ago Renee's
name was John."

	"You're kidding," gasp Paula.

	"No I'm not. You would not believe the changes I've seen take
place in Renee. The hormone treatments alone have not only changed her
physical appearance but seems to have affected her attitudes and
personality. Other things that I'll tell you about later have helped
make her into a new and different person. We have become pretty good
friends and I now think of her as totally feminine. She is scheduled
to have the final operation in June."

	Paula frowned, "Are you suggesting an operation for Bob? He
would never agree to that."

	"No Paula, not at all. What I'm going to suggest is merely a
way to keep Bob at home and maybe teach him something about women."

	Paula looked bewildered. "I don't understand."

	Jane leaned forward and told Paula her plan in great detail.
Paula liked it and made some suggestions of her own. Two hours later
both girls left the restaurant with their plans finalized. They were
about to embark on an adventure that neither girl would ever forget.

			     Chapter Two

	Paula parked her car in the driveway behind Bob's car even
though there was plenty of room to park beside his red Prelude. She
wanted to make it a little more difficult for him to leave without her
knowing. As she passed his car, she noticed that the keys were in the
ignition. She opened the door, took the keys and dropped them into her
purse.

	Bob was lying on the couch watching television when she
entered the living room. "Hi honey. Glad that you are home."

	"Hi," Bob responded without looking at her. "I'm planning to
go out later tonight."

	`You wish,' Paula said to herself. "Hope that you will be here
for dinner. We are having a guest."

	"Who."

	"I ran into your ex-wife, Jane, today. We talked for a long
time and I invited her to dinner."

	Bob was surprised and a little concerned that having Jane here
could create a sticky situation, but he had to admit to himself that
he would enjoy seeing Jane again. He said, "I figured that she would
not be speaking to us."

	"Oh Bob, Jane is not mad. She is my friend. You hurt her once
really bad, but she is over that. She is still rather fond of you. I
think that it is time that we mended some bridges."

	"OK by me, but I'm going out at nine o'clock."

	"I'm going to start preparing dinner. Jane will be here at
five. Maybe you will decide not to go out tonight."

	Paula worked the rest of the afternoon on dinner. She prepared
what she thought would be a delicious meal. At exactly ten minutes
until five she saw Jane's car pull into the driveway. Jane parked
beside Bob's car making it totally blocked now.

	As Jane got out of her car, Paula came out the back door.
"Jane, do you have everything?"

	"Yes. I've got everything that we need." Both girls were
excited. "The estrogen was the hardest, but I got plenty and I didn't
have to break any laws. I will tell you about it later."

	"He is planning to go out at nine. Will your sedative work
that fast?"

	"No problem."

	The meal went well. Bob was surprised at how comfortable he
was with Paula and Jane. He had expected to feel nervous and ill at
ease socializing with his wife and his ex-wife, but he had to admit
that he was having a wonderful time. The food was good, the laughter
was fun and the conversation was stimulating. He began to wish that he
had not agreed to meet Maggie at the bar tonight.

	About half way through the meal, Paula saw Jane discretely
drop a pill in Bob's coffee. Bob was having a good time and did not
notice.

	As Paula was serving the desert, Bob complained of being
sleepy. Jane suggested that he go upstairs and take a little nap while
she and Paula cleared the table. She promised that they would call him
in an hour and they could all have desert then.

	Bob didn't argue. He assumed that the good meal and
stimulating conversation had simply exhausted him. Within one minute
after he stretched out across his bed he was in a deep sleep.

				* * *

	When Bob awoke, he felt disoriented and confused. He could
hear voices around him but he had trouble distinguishing what they
were saying. He tried to turn onto his side but he could not. His arms
and legs felt heavy and unmovable. Someone placed a wet cloth on his
forehead and gently washed his face. The coolness of the wet cloth
seemed to wash some of cobwebs from his brain and he became more alert
and conscious of his surroundings. The first thing he realized was
that he was unable to move because his hands and feet were tied. The
next fact that he became aware of was that he was totally naked and
covered with a sheet. Bob felt panic-stricken. He was sure that
robbers had broken into his house and tied him up. Were the girls
safe? His eyes popped open. His fear somewhat subsided. Both girls
were there leaning over his bed.

	"What the hell is going on here?"

	Jane said, "Calm down Bob and we'll explain everything."

	"Why are my hands and feet tied?"

	"So that you will stay put and listen to what we have to say,"
Jane replied. "Now stop asking questions and pay attention to what
Paula is going to tell you."

	Bob felt the need to ask more questions, but the sternness in
Jane's voice convinced him to shut-up and listen to Paula.

	"Bob, I've known for some time now that you have been running
around on me. You also cheated on Jane. We are going to see that you
stay true blue for a period of two months, whether you like it or not.
We feel that you owe us at least that much. During the two months you
will learn a great deal about women. At the end of this time you will
be free to make your own decisions.

	"Jane and I have removed all of your clothing from this house.
You will see none of them for two months. Your car keys are gone. All
of the telephones have been unplugged except one and it will remain
locked in the hall closet. I will have the key."

	"This is kidnapping!"

	"Shut-up, Bob, and listen to Paula," Jane said.

	Paula continued, "Now, we do not want you walking around the
house naked, so we bought you some items to wear. Your first outfit is
laying on the chair. If you sneak out to see your girl friends, that
is what you will have to wear."

	Bob turned his head and stared at the clothes draped over the
chair. He could not see everything, but he did see a red plaid skirt
with pleats and a white silk blouse with lace on the cuffs and collar.
There was a slip and what looked like a bra folded over the arm of the
chair.

	"I am not going to wear that!"

	In a very calm voice, Paula said, "Then you will starve to
death. Food will be served downstairs and you must be fully clothed to
eat."

	"Those clothes won't fit," Bob argued.

	"They should," Jane replied. "We took measurements from your
clothes and decided that you are a size 12. You are not a big man.
They should look good on you. Maybe, before the two months are over we
can get you down to a size 10." Jane smiled and nodded toward Paula.

	Paula said, "Now, Bob, you can cooperate with us and the two
will be over before you know it. If you don't, it is going to be a
long period of time for all of us. If we have to we'll keep you
restrained in bed. Jane was nice enough to to get these bed restraints
from the hospital for you, but I'm sure that she would hate to see you
use them for two months."

	Bob was bewildered. This was like some crazy dream. Surely,
the girls could not make this outrageous plan work, but for the life
of him, he could not envision a way to stop them.

	Jane said, "I'm going to give him his shot now. Paula, would
you hand me that little black case on the dresser?"

	"What shot?" Bob asked excitedly as he tried to rise from the
bed but couldn't. "Don't put me to sleep again, please."

	"We won't," Jane said as she took the hypodermic from the
case. She held it up to the light and Bob saw a drop of clear liquid
ooze from the end of the needle as Jane tested the plunger.

	"What is that stuff?" Bob was pulling at his restraints trying
to free himself.

	"Hormones," Jane said. "Female hormones - estrogen - You'll
get one dose a day for the next two months. It will make you feel a
little more natural wearing dresses. Might even make you look a little
better."

	Before Bob could complain further, Jane had rubbed alcohol on
his arm and plunged the needle in. He watched in a daze as Jane pushed
the entire contents of the vile stuff into his body.

	"Probably be a couple of days before you notice any effects
from these shots. I promise that they will not hurt you - Probably be
good for your vascular system."

	"You're making a damn eunuch out of me!"

	"We are not going that far, honey," Paula said as she pulled
the sheet off of him. She began to spread cream over his body. She
lifted his legs slightly at the knees so that she could spread the
cream on the back as well as the front of his legs.

	"What is that stuff? It stinks," Bob said.

	"Hair remover," replied Paula while she spread the cream over
his arms, underarms and chest. "In fifteen minutes we are going to
release your restraints so that you can take a shower. If we leave
this cream on too long it could irritate your skin."

	"After your shower, you can get dressed in your new clothes,"
Jane said. "When you are fully dressed," she emphasized fully, "come
down stairs and we'll have our desert."

	When the fifteen minutes were up, Jane and Paula, standing on
each side of Bob's bed, released his restraints. Bob ran to the
bathroom. The girls quickly changed the bed sheets, since they had
cream all over them. They then left the bedroom.

			    Chapter Three

	The shower felt good. Bob's skin was beginning to sting a
little from the cream. He soaped himself as quickly as possible and as
he rinsed he looked at his new hairless body. It was amazing how
differently his skin looked and felt. Bob had never had a heavy growth
of male hair but he sure could see a difference now. The amazing thing
was the way it felt. He had never been aware of "feeling" hair on his
body, but he could surely feel its absence. It was like he could
almost feel the air around his skin. He had to admit that it was not
an unpleasant feeling.

	Bob walked into the bedroom and stood for several minutes just
staring at the clothes draped over the chair. His first reaction was
to go back to bed and ignore the girl's demands. Then he decided that
maybe if he put the clothes on and Paula saw how ridiculous he looked.
she would drop this silly game. It was worth a try. He couldn't think
of anything else to try at this point.

	He picked up the pair of pink panties that had lace across the
front and hips. He stepped into them and they slid easily up his
smooth legs. He found that they were more comfortable when he tucked
his genitals down and between his legs. The bra was padded. He
considered leaving it off, but then said to himself, `what the hell.'
He hooked the bra and pulled the straps over his arms and onto his
shoulders. It fit perfectly.

	The slip was next. It was white with lace around the top and
bottom hem. He put it over his head as he had seen his wife do many
times, then pulled it down over his body. The silk felt cool to his
skin as he adjusted it around his new bosom and waist. He liked the
feeling. The need to act and feel macho just seemed to melt away and
he felt very relaxed.

	He had a little trouble buttoning the blouse since the buttons
were on the wrong side, but he managed. The skirt was a little tight
at the waist but not uncomfortably so. The skirt came to just below
his knees and as he moved, he could feel it brush against his legs. It
was a very sensuous feeling. The only articles of clothing left were
the shoes and they were a little frightening. They were red pumps with
three inch heels. He slid his feet into them and the fit was fine, but
it was surely hard to keep his balance and walk. He practiced walking
back and forth across the bedroom and found that if he walked in a
more feminine manner with his hips slightly swaying with each step it
was much easier to maintain his balance.

	When he saw himself in the full length mirror he was shocked.
The image that stared back at him was that of a beautiful woman with a
man's head. His hair was full but not long. The style was what many
men wore today. About one-half of the ear was covered and the length
at the back was about two inches below his collar, but straight.
Probably the longest hairs which grew from the crown of his head were
about three to three and a half inches long. He almost wished that the
girls would try to curl it because the rest of him looked so nicely
feminine.

	When Bob entered the kitchen it was 11:15 pm.

	Both girls looked up at the sound of his high heels clicking
on the tiled floor. Jane said, "Oh, Paula, he looks great."

	"Bob, You've got a good shape." Paula added. "Your legs are
beautiful. You should never hide those under long pants."

	Bob could feel himself blushing. "I feel a little ridiculous."

	Paula stood and took Bob by the arm and guided him to a seat
at the table. "Let's have some desert and give you a chance to relax a
little. You'll feel better when you get used to the new feelings. I
can't get over how good you look."

	They sat in silence for a long time. The girls looked at Bob a
lot and he blushed less each time. Jane finally reached over and put
her hand in Bob's hair.

	"Do you think his hair is long enough for a perm?"

	"Can't hurt," Paula answered. "A little curl would look good.
I've also got a real nice wig that he can wear tomorrow."

	"Come on girls. Let's not take this little joke too far." In
his heart he could not wait to see how his hair would look with a
perm.

	"Bob, were you joking when you cheated on me? We are not
joking now. We are going to make you as feminine as we can short of
cutting your balls off, and that can be arranged if you don't
cooperate."

	Bob was shocked by Paula's threat and decided that she surely
was just trying to scare him. The thought that most scared him was the
fact that Jane had the medical knowledge to carry through on Paula's
threat. Maybe he shouldn't protest so much. He felt that he was strong
enough to fight them off, but he did have to sleep and he had to eat.
They had already drugged him once. Bob said, "Look ladies, I've done
everything that you have demanded and I have not put up much of a
fight. I even have to admit that I have even found these clothes
somewhat exciting. You are right, Paula, I have cheated on you. I
don't know why I did it but I never meant to hurt you. I am sorry and
am now willing to accept my punishment with no more complaints, but
please let's have no more talk of cutting people."

	"I'm sorry honey. I just got carried away for a minute. We
would not really do anything to hurt you. Why don't we all get ready
for bed now. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for all of us. Jane is
not working tomorrow so she will be spending the night with us. Give
us twenty-four hours and you'll be so pretty that you may consider
this a reward rather than punishment."

	The three went upstairs together. Paula showed Jane the spare
bedroom and she and Bob went to their bedroom. She told Bob that he
should take off his new female clothes because she had something else
for him to sleep in. While he was disrobing Paula showed him a
beautiful knee length gown with matching panties. Bob offered no
objections. He put the panties on and pulled the gown over his head.
It hung free and full from his shoulders and every time he moved, it
touched his skin in such a way that it made little goose bumps on his
flesh.

	"How does that feel?" Paula asked. "It has a matching robe
that you can put on in the morning."

	"I have to admit that it feels wonderful," Bob responded.

	"Do you want me to sleep in here with you? If you would
prefer, I can go down the hall and sleep with Jane."

	"No," Bob said. "I think that I would like for you to sleep
here with me."

	Although he had found some pleasure in the soft feminine
garments, Bob knew that he must make his escape before the girls gave
him another hormone shot. He knew enough about biology to know that
the one shot would have no lasting effect on his masculinity, but if
allowed to continue over a period of time, the changes to his body and
maybe even his mind could be devastating. He would continue to pretend
to cooperate until he found an opening and he knew that he must make
his move before the next injection.

			     Chapter Four

	When Bob awoke the next morning, Paula was not in bed with
him. It had been a good night. He and Paula had made love until after
one o'clock and afterwards he had slept like a baby. Paula had
explained that after another hormone shot he would probably not be
able to achieve an erection for a while. They had made the most of the
last one. Bob didn't know if it had been the estrogen shot or the
pretty night gown, but his lovemaking had been more gentle, more
relaxed and slower than it had been in the past. Paula had promised to
show him how to make love without an erection so not to worry. It
would have been impossible for Bob to explain his new feeling and his
curiosity about his newly discovered feminine side had become
intriguing, but he knew that if he was going to make his escape it had
to be now.

	Bob got out of bed and went to Paula's closet. There were no
male clothes in sight but he did find a pair of Paula's slacks and a
work shirt that could pass well as masculine. Her old pair of tennis
shoes were tight but they would have to do. He dressed quickly and as
he left the room he saw a set of car keys on the dresser. He picked
them up as he ran out the door and down the stairs. He thought that he
was home free until he reached the front door. He pulled on the door -
It was locked. `That can't be', he thought. `It always opens from the
inside.' Then he saw the problem. The girls had put a hasp and a pad
lock on the inside of the door.

	"We thought that you might try something like that." As Bob
turned to face Paula, Jane came at him from the other side. Before he
even realized she was there the needle was trust deeply into his arm
and almost immediately the room began to spin.

	Bob lost all track of time. For days or maybe weeks he was
kept locked in his room. He was not sure. He knew that he had been
drugged much of the time and he slept a lot. He remembered Jane giving
him hormone shots daily but he couldn't remember how many days. The
times that he awoke and felt alert, he had been tied to his bed. He
did not know if it had been a dream or real but he could remember Jane
sticking what he thought was needles in his face. They had fed and
washed him regularly and the catheter that Jane had slid into his
penis had caused no pain. Once, when he felt fairly alert, he had
overheard Jane tell Paula that the electrolysis was complete. When he
put his hand to his face and felt no trace of a beard, he knew that he
had lost the war.

	One day he awoke and felt alert and hungry. There were no
restraints holding him to his bed. He pushed the cover away, sat up in
bed and almost fainted. In place of his chest he saw two small but
distinct feminine breast. `Oh my god', he thought. `What have they
done to me?' He brought his hand to his chest and discovered that they
were real. He felt totally defeated but as the shock began to wear off
he felt a twinge of excitement as he held the left breast in his right
hand.

	He was just about to get out of bed when his bedroom door
opened. The two women entered the room with a cheerful, "Good
morning." Paula was carrying a breakfast tray and Jane was carrying
the little black case.

	Bob offered no resistance when Jane told him that it was time
for his estrogen shot. What was the use. They had already changed his
body beyond repair. After the shot Jane reached up and touched Bob's
chest. "Notice the beautiful difference yet?"

	Paula said, "After you eat a little breakfast, we want you to
take a shower and wash your hair. When you are finished put on your
robe and come to Jane's room. Before this day is over you are going to
be a new person and I believe that you are going to love her."

	"By the way, You won't have to shave - ever again," added
Jane.

	"His hair is a good workable length now, don't you think,"
said Paula.

	To Bob's surprise, he was somewhat happy that the game was not
over.

	The first thing that Bob noticed when he entered the spare
bedroom was the commercial size hair dryer standing near the dresser.
The dressed was loaded with hair curlers, makeup and items that he
could not identify. Jane handed him a pair of pink bikini styled
panties and said, "Put these on under your robe so that you will not
have to show yourself.

	Bob did as he was told and Jane helped him take his robe off.
The bra that Paula was hooking at his back was different from the one
he had worn the first night. This one had pads but they were located
in the lower outside portion of the cups. They had the effect of
pushing his small bosom up and closer together creating the effect of
cleavage. The image of himself with real breasts was quite a
difference.

	"In a few more weeks you will not need these push-up pads,"
Jane said.

	Bob knew that escape was futile now because his breasts were
probably already too big to hide in public and his extra-marital
affairs were surely over. What woman would allow a man with a body
like his to make love to them. He knew that his male parts most likely
didn't work any more anyway.

	Paula draped a large towel around his shoulders and Jane began
rolling his hair on large rollers. The permanent solution that she
applied after she finished rolling did not smell good, but Bob soon
became accustomed to it. He saw himself in the mirror before Jane put
him under the dryer and he found that seeing his hair in rollers was
somewhat exciting.

	While his hair was drying both girls worked on him. Paula
worked on his nails and Jane began to pluck his eyebrows. The eyebrow
part worried Bob some because it seemed so permanent. He certainly
couldn't go out in public with arched eyebrows. Would they grow back?
He thought that they would but how long would it take? Nevertheless,
he couldn't make himself rebel against Jane's work because for some
perverted reason he wanted to see what he would look like. When Jane
finished he looked great. The eyebrows were thin and arched upward,
making his eyes look larger.

	Paula didn't have much fingernail to work with so she was
applying false fingernails. After she applied all ten and shaped them
slightly, she painted them a bright red. The long red nails made his
hands look slimmer and much more feminine. They did some more things
with his hair. It was washed again and rolled again. Back under the
dryer he went.

	Just as he thought both girls were finished, he felt a sharp
pain in his right ear lobe. He knew at once what had happened. Jane
had just pierced his ear. `Now that was permanent,' he thought. `I
should not have allowed her to do that.' She moved to the other ear
and he started to complain but decided that the damage was done so why
try and stop her now. Jane had inserted little single pearl studs in
each ear. She explained that in about a week, when his ears healed, he
could wear other styles.

	Jane lifted the hair dryer from his head and told him that she
would have to leave the curlers in his hair a little longer. While
they waited, Paula helped him put on a garter belt that doubled as a
waist cincher. She showed him how to bunch up his stockings before he
put his feet into them. Bob pulled them up his smooth legs one at a
time and Paula hooked the garter straps for him. His legs not only
looked great but they felt wonderful. A half slip with luxurious lace
around the bottom was next.

	The dress was pale blue with puffed sleeves that came to his
elbow and a scooped neck that showed just a little cleavage. The skirt
was full and reached to just below his knees. Jane zipped the back of
the dress for him and Paula fastened the two inch belt around his
waist. The yards of material in the skirt swayed and brushed against
his legs as he moved. He twirled around on the balls of his feet and
the skirt stood almost straight out showing his laced, half slip and
the tops of his hose. He wasn't sure why he did that but it felt good.
He thought that this must be the way a young girl feels as she
prepares for her first date. Bob couldn't believe the effect. He not
only looked feminine, he looked convincing, even pretty. The dress fit
well and showed off curves that he had never had before.

	Jane sat him down in front of the vanity dresser and began to
take the curlers out of his hair. It had been several hours since she
first began his new hairdo and now as she took out the rollers, his
head was a mass of tight curls that bounced back like springs. After
brushing, cutting some bangs across the front and trimming to even the
back, Bob's hair looked sexy. It had grown fairly long during his
confinement and with the curl and extra body and the way it framed his
face, it sure did not look like a man's haircut. When he saw himself
he blushed and wondered to how long it would take for his hair to grow
to his shoulders.

	The finishing touches were the makeup and jewelry. The
mascara, the eye shadow, the lipstick, a little blush and a little
color added to his newly arched eyebrows had changed him into a person
that he didn't even know. This very pretty woman just stared at him
from the mirror. He suddenly felt that he had to get to know her
better.

	Without turning away from the mirror Bob said, "Ladies, I hope
that you will not think I'm crazy, but I like what I see. She," he
pointed at the mirror, "is lovely. What scares me is that I may learn
to like her too much."

	Paula said, "Oh, Jane, he does look pretty, doesn't he, or
should I say she. I'll bet his own mother wouldn't recognize him."

	Jane looked at her watch and said, It's almost two o'clock and
we've had no lunch. Let's take him out and show him off."

	"Oh, no," Bob argued. "Someone might recognize me."

	Paula ignored Bob's protests. "That is a great idea. After we
eat, we can take him to the mall and shop for some new clothes. We can
get some real nice things with him there to try them on."

	Bob pleaded with the girls not to do this. He complained that
he was too unsure of himself to be convincing. All of his arguments
fell on deft ears and before he knew it he was standing on the front
stoop wearing a ladies coat over his dress and carrying a purse. The
only argument he won was that Paula agreed to him wearing two inch
hills rather than the four inch ones.

			     Chapter Five

	The trip downtown was uneventful. Paula drove and Jane sat in
the middle with Bob in the right front seat. Bob was very nervous for
the first few miles. He had the feeling that everyone they passed was
staring at him, but he soon calmed down and began to relax. People
didn't seem to be paying any more attention to him than they would to
any pretty lady that passed. He even began to enjoy the charade.

	His enjoyment was short lived, however, when Paula pulled into
the parking lot at Tonie's Restaurant and parked. His panic returned.
He was about to loose the security of the automobile.

	"I don't think that I can pull this off, Paula."

	"Sure you can. Just follow our lead and let us do the
talking."

	The head waiter showed the three "ladies" to a table and if he
saw through the disguise he did not indicate it in any way. When Bob
sat down he was very careful to smooth his skirt the way Jane had
shown him. Paula ordered white wine for everyone and told the waiter
that they would have chef's salads later. She leaned over to Bob and
said, "You must eat lightly now. We want to improve on your pretty
waistline."

	After they finished their wine they ordered a second glass.
Bob was beginning to feel confident again. He even carried on a
pleasant conversation with Jane and Paula, but he was careful enough
to keep his voice low. He must have done a good job with his voice
because while he was talking to Jane the waiter came with their
salads. Bob didn't even see the guy and continued to talk to Jane.
The waiter gave no indication that he noticed anything out of the
ordinary.

	Bob finished his second glass of wine and leaned close to
Paula. "I've got to pee," he whispered.

	"The ladies room is down that hall and to your left." She
pointed to the back of the restaurant.

	"You want me to go by myself?"

	"You're a big girl now, Bobbie."

	Bob picked up his purse, straightened his skirt and headed for
the restroom. There were two women standing in front of mirrors
freshening up their makeup when he entered. One of the women turned to
Bob and said, "hello." He nodded, smiled and went into the nearest
stall. He locked the stall door but still didn't even consider
standing to do his business. It just didn't seem natural. He pulled up
his skirt, pushed down his panties and sat on the commode seat to
relieve himself.

	On his way out, he could not resist stopping in front of one
of the mirrors. Although his hair still looked nice, he opened his
purse for a comb and ran it through his hair several times. He also
applied fresh lipstick before he left the restroom.

	Bob had to walk near the bar to get back to his seat. There
were several men seated there and as he passed, one of them turned and
said, "Pardon me, lady, but I would like to buy you a drink."

	Bob was startled. This guy was trying to pick him up. The
girls had not briefed him on how he was to behave in a situation like
this. The come-on was a compliment and Bobbie was flattered that he
looked good enough to attract this man's attention, but he was not
ready for this. He smiled with what he hoped was a sweet, ladylike
smile and with his voice as soft and feminine as he could make it he
said, "Thank you, but I can't. I am with some friends."

	The man returned Bobbie's smile and asked, "Do you come here a
lot?"

	"No."

	"Come on, honey. Your friends will wait for you to have just
one drink."

	"No, thank you."

	"I'll be here tomorrow night about this time if you come
again. I would like to buy you dinner."

	`Why won't this fellow give up,' Bob thought. "I'm sorry, I
can't." With that he turned and walked back to where Paula and Jane
sat watching the scene with great amusement.

	Both girls were smiling when Bob sat down with a sigh of
relief. Jane said, "Who was the cute guy?"

	"He asked me for a date, I think. Can you believe that? I've
never been so nervous."

	"Quite a thrill, isn't it," Jane said. "He just paid you the
greatest complement. You must feel like a real girl now."

	"How did you like it?" Paula asked.

	"I was excited. I was nervous... Very nervous, but being
totally accepted as a woman was exhilarating."

	"Look honey," Paula smiled, "If you want to date this guy it
is alright with me. There are some things that I need to teach you
before you get in over your head. I want you to experience going out
with men, but not before you are ready."

	"You are right," Bob answered. "But there was a part of me
that wanted to say yes to the man. Does that make me a homo?"

	Jane said, "I would have said yes to that hunk and I'm not
homosexual."

	"But you are a real girl."

	"So are you in a sense. Your sex is male but right now because
of the way you look, the way you feel and the estrogen in your system,
your gender is female. Maybe even more female than Paula or me. We
have been girls so long that we take our feelings for granted, but
these same feelings in you are new and more intense making you more
aware of them. You are probably more woman right now than anyone at
this table. You are not homosexual, so stop worrying about that."

	"You mean that a person with a male body can have the gender
of a woman?"

	"Sure, and I can prove it to you." Jane turned to Paula and
said, "Paula, do you remember me telling you about my friend Renee?"

	Paula said that she did.

	"Why don't we invite her to your house one night this week so
that she and Bobbie can meet?"

	"That's a wonderful idea, Jane. Do you think that she would
accept?"

	"I'm sure she would. I'll call her tonight and... "

	Bob interrupted, "Who is this Renee person?"

	"Let us surprise you," Jane said. "I'll tell you this much.
She can probably help you understand your femininity better than
anyone I know. Trust me, you two have a lot in common."

	The three "girls" finished their lunch and headed for the
mall. Bob had overcome his nervousness completely. He shopped with
total confidence and was as excited as a child at Christmas. He must
have tried on fifty outfits. Paula and Jane purchased some new clothes
but Bob by far bought the most. He bought skirts, blouses, sweaters,
dresses, shoes, jewelry, nightgowns and lingerie. His favorite item
was a yellow sun back dress with spaghetti straps across the
shoulders. It was belted at the waist and had a very full skirt. Paula
pointed out that it should be warm enough to wear it in about a month,
but he would need a strapless bra because of the spaghetti straps. He
bought a new strapless bra, a matching yellow half slip and matching
open toe shoes with three inch heels.

	Bob had insisted on paying for everything. He had given his
credit card to Paula and she had signed all of the receipts. In the
car on the way home they figured that they had spent over three
thousand dollars and most of it had been for Bobbie. He was tired and
his feet hurt from walking in heels all day but he was happy and
already making plans for their next shopping trip.

			     Chapter Six

	The next day was a Monday and Jane had to work. On her way to
work she stopped by Bob's and Paula's house to give Bob his hormone
shot. Bob was wearing his new aqua colored sweater with the cowl neck.
He had on a tight matching skirt and open toe three inch heels. Jane
complimented him on his appearance and explained to them that she had
talked to Renee on the phone Sunday night and that she was most eager
to meet Bobbie. However, she would be unable to visit for two or three
weeks because she was having surgery and wanted time to heal.

	"I thought you said that her surgery wasn't until June," Paula
inquired.

	"That's right. The final operation is scheduled for June. This
week she is having her breast enlarged with silicon implants. She will
be fine by Tuesday or Wednesday but she does not want to visit until
the bandages are removed and the soreness is gone."

	"I can understand that," said Paula. "We will look forward to
seeing her in a few weeks. That will give me a little more time to
teach Bob some of the finer points of feminine behavior."

	After Jane left for work Bob asked, "What is this about a
final operation? Is this Renee person sick?"

	"No, Bob. Renee is having her sex changed."

	"You mean Renee is a he and they are going to cut his penis
off?"

	"Not exactly," Paula responded. "They don't actually cut it
off. They will make her a vagina and save much of the penis to make
her a clitoris so that she will be able to have normal female sexual
relations."

	"Is this what you and Jane have in mind for me? I'll be honest
with you, Paula, I've enjoyed this little adventure more than I would
have ever guessed, but I am not going to have any operation."

	"Stop worrying, Bob. We have no such plans for you. We just
thought that it would be nice for you to meet someone that has been
through what you are experiencing now. You don't have to have an
operation to enjoy femininity, but if you ever change your mind you
certainly have enough money and you will surely have the support of
Jane and me."

	Bob decided not to pursue this conversation further. Dentist
offices and flu shots scared him to death and this talk of cutting and
reshaping a person's body made him weak in the knees. If the girls
ever tried to guide him in the direction that Renee had chosen then he
would stop the game. After all, he did have a plan now. He knew that
he could pass moderately well in public as a female so all he really
had to do was just leave. He could go to a department store and buy
some male clothes, change in a restroom, get a haircut and be on his
way. He knew that neither Paula nor Jane could stop him, but for some
reason he was not ready to leave yet. He was becoming more and more
fascinated with this new adventure and he decided to continue a little
longer of until he became bored. Both girls had been so supportive of
the way he looked "en femme", as Jane would say, and he felt closer to
Paula right now than he ever had before. It all had to end someday, he
knew, but not right now. Maybe at the end of the two months he would
be ready to don his male clothes again and simply look back on this
with amusement.

	For the next two weeks, Paula spent a lot of time with Bob
teaching him the finer points of being female. Jane came by each
Monday morning on her way to work and gave him his "vitamin shot",
which is the way she had begun to refer to the hormone injections.
Paula taught him how to walk, talk and sit in a more feminine way. She
showed him new ways to fix his hair and he quickly became an expert in
applying his makeup. One afternoon she put her long blond wig on him
and they went for a walk in the park. It was an unseasonably warm day
so Bob was able to wear the new sun back dress that he had purchased
the week before. He loved the feel of the long hair on his shoulders.

	The "vitamin shots" must have been working because toward the
end of the second week Paula remarked at how much more feminine his
voice sounded. Bob realized that he was not having to try quite as
hard to disguise his voice but it had all been so gradual that he
wasn't aware that his voice was actually changing. He also noticed
that his chest was changing. His nipples were larger and much more
sensitive. He actually could see his breasts pushing against his
nightgown at bed time. On Saturday, Paula bought him some new bras in
size 34A with no padding. He filled them nicely. The new sensation was
exciting because when he walked he could feel a slight bounce under
his bra. Paula stopped calling him Bob and began to refer to him as
Bobbie and he began to think of himself as Bobbie.

	They made love almost every night but most of the time Bob was
unable to get an erection. Paula told him not to worry because when he
stopped the estrogen everything would be normal again. Mostly they
kissed and played with each other's body. Bob's breasts were becoming
very sensitive. He was surprised by the fact that on several nights he
had a climax even though there was no erection. He enjoyed the feeling
and looked forward each day to bedtime and Paula.

	Sunday morning Jane called and asked if it would be all right
for her and Renee to visit that afternoon. Paula no longer kept the
telephone locked in the closet and Bobbie was the one that answered.
Jane thought that she was talking to Paula and seemed pleased when she
discovered that it was really Bobbie's voice. The visit was set for
three o'clock that afternoon. Paula spent the rest of the morning
helping Bobbie pick out what he was going to wear from ear rings to
shoes. He worked on his makeup until it was perfect. After setting and
combing his hair into a very pretty style he decided to wear the long
blond wig because it looked so good with his sun back dress. That was
the one dress that Jane had not seen him in and he was dying to show
it off to her. By two o'clock he was beautiful. Not one single hint of
the old Bob was visible. His hips had rounded nicely, his waist was
tiny, and his bust, even though not large, added to the overall
effect.

	Jane and Renee arrived around four thirty in the afternoon.
Bobbie was nervous in his anticipation of meeting Renee, but once they
had been introduced and talked for a while he was sure that they were
going to be close friends. Bobbie had a thousand questions that he
wanted to ask about her impending sex change but he hesitated because
he did not want to be rude. Renee sensed his reluctance and opened the
subject herself. At one point in the conversation, she even opened her
blouse and showed Bobbie how the doctors had performed the implant
operation on her breast. They did look nice. In fact Bobbie had to
admit that Renee looked beautiful. She was probably the most
strikingly beautiful woman in the room. He would never say that openly
because Jane and Paula, as pretty as they were, might get jealous.

	Renee was tall but slim and very shapely. Her hair,which was
blond, hung well below her shoulders in thick soft waves framing the
delicate features of her face. The high cheek bones seemed to
highlight her large blue eyes. Bobbie wondered how she could have ever
passed as a man when he looked at her full red lips and the thin
arched eyebrows that seemed to make her eyes even larger. Her
mannerisms, her speech and her looks were totally feminine.

	Bobbie said, "I just can't believe that you were ever a man."

	Renee opened her purse, took out a picture and handed it to
Bobbie. It was a picture of a young man in an army captain's uniform.
"That's me five years ago. I've been working in earnest on the new me
for about two years now. It will all be complete this summer and I
have never regretted my decision for one second."

	"Has there been much pain", asked Paula?

	"Up to this point, no. There was a lot of psychological pain
before I made my decision to go ahead with this. I understand that the
operation in June that will totally change my sex is rather painful
but the rewards far outweigh any discomfort that I may temporarily
encounter."

	Bobbie asked, "Will you have to continue the hormone
treatments after the surgery, Renee?"

	"Yes", she answered. "I'll be like any woman who has had a
hysterectomy. Recently the doctor has been injecting estrogen pellets
into my hip. They release fairly large amounts of estrogen into my
system over a period of about six months. The results seem to be
better and only having to do it twice a year is great."

	Jane turned to Bobbie and said, "Bobbie, I've made you an
appointment with Dr. Francis for a checkup on Tuesday."

	Bobbie looked startled and asked, "Why?"

	"Just a precaution. When you take estrogen in large doses as
you have been doing there can be some bad side effects. I've been
watching you very carefully but I am not a doctor."

	"What side effects?" Bobbie sounded nervous.

	"Well, sometimes blood clots and we always are concerned with
breast cancer. None of this will be a problem if you see your doctor
on a regular basis so that your doses can be decreased or maybe
increased. Stop worrying, Bobbie, I have not lost a patient yet."

	"Great," Bobbie said sarcastically. "How many male patients
are you giving estrogen to?"

	"Two. You and Renee. Both of you look great."

	"I can't go to a doctor's office," Bobbie pleaded. "I don't
have anything to wear because you guys hid all of my male clothes."

	"Oh, you do not need male clothes," Jane answered. "Dr.
Frances knows all about you. How do you think I got the estrogen that
you have been taking?"

	"You'll be fine, Bobbie," Renee said. "I have been using the
stuff for years and I've never had any trouble. It is a good idea to
keep a check on it though. You'll like Dr. Frances."

	Bobbie turned to Renee and asked, "If you are taking hormones,
why did you have to have the implant operation?"

	"I didn't have to," She answered. "I developed very nicely in
my hips and thighs but my breast were a little smaller than I wanted,
so I had them fixed. I have also had electrolysis treatments on my
facial hair. The hormones helped but there was still a lot of hair
growth on my face that had to be removed."

	The "girls" continued to talk through dinner and on into the
night. Finally at eleven-thirty Jane said that she and Renee would
have to leave because she had to work the next day. Tuesday was her
day off so she promised Bobbie that she would pick him up at nine
o'clock for his doctor appointment. All four had become close friends
and Renee promised to visit again on Tuesday night to hear about
Bobbie's appointment.

			    Chapter Seven

	Tuesday morning Paula woke Bobbie early for his appointment
with Dr. Francis. Bobbie was nervous about his visit to the doctor and
would have preferred not to go at all but the fear of complications
compelled him to go. He knew that his female clothes would not fool
the doctor and he begged Paula to find him some male clothes just for
today. Paula explained to him that there were no male clothes in the
house and that he would have to wear a female outfit.

	Bobbie realized that he was in a no win situation so he told
Paula to help him look as feminine as possible. He said that he would
like to at least fool the receptionist.

	He finally settled on a simple skirt and blouse with matching
two inch heels. Paula insisted on adding a single string of pearls
around his neck and little pearl studs to his pierced ears. His hair
had grown out nicely so she rolled it for him on hot rollers and then
combed it into a pretty style. When she finished, she fastened a red
bow that picked up the colors in his skirt to the back of his hair.
When he looked at himself in the mirror, he had to admit to himself
that he was really becoming comfortable with this lovely image that
stared back at him.

	When he and Jane reached the doctor's office Bobbie became
very nervous. The doctor took them right away into a small examining
room and asked Bobbie to remove all of his clothes. His embarrassment
was almost unbearable standing in front of Dr. Francis and Jane
completely naked. He knew that he must be a ridiculous sight standing
there with his pretty permed hair, his small but prominent breast and
male organs hanging between his legs. He wished that he could have
left his panties on. It did surprise him that it was his male parts
that embarrassed him and not his feminine parts.

	Dr. Francis did not seem to be concerned with Bobbie's
embarrassment. Her mannerism was very pleasant but professional. She
gave Bobbie the most complete physical that he had ever had, including
a mammagram which he had certainly never had. When she finished, an
hour later, she escorted Bobbie and Jane to her office.

	After everyone was seated Dr. Francis looked at Bobbie and
said, "Bobbie, you are in excellent condition. Your body is responding
nicely to the treatment and I can now safely recommend that the dose
be increased. Your maleness is quickly becoming your secondary sexual
characteristic. We can take this metamorphosis as far as you would
like with complete safety, but at this point I would recommend a
hormone implant which I would place in your hip. It would gradually
release large amounts estrogen into your system for the next five to
six months. Within a month you should look and feel as feminine as any
naturally born female. The procedure is simple, painless and can be
done right in this office. I think that you will like the results.
What do you say... want to do it now?"

	Bobbie was confused and frightened. How could he make a
decision that would change his body for six months. He said, "Six
months is a long time. What happens if I don't like it?"

	"It has to be your decision, but how do you like what you have
achieved thus far?"

	"Well it has been exciting," Bobbie answered, "but it has been
like a game and what you are suggesting could change me forever."

	"Would you like to try an implant that would release a smaller
dosage over a shorter period of time?"

	That sounded like a good compromise to Bobbie so he said,
"Yes, I'll try it. Sure hope that I'm not going to be sorry later."

	Bobbie had to remove his skirt and panties again and lie on
the examining table. He was so nervous that he was unaware of what the
doctor was doing. His mine was in a daze... he felt like he was in
another world and that this was happening to someone else. One part of
him wanted to scream stop and another part wanted to continue. He lost
all track of time but at some point he heard Dr. Francis say, "Bobbie,
I'm ready to put the implant in. If you wish to change your mine and
have me use the strong one instead of the weak one, now is the time to
tell me."

	A very strange thing happened then. Bobbie heard his voice
say, "strong one", but it was as though someone else had said it.
After he realized what he had said he tried to say, "wait a minute",
but it never came out. Then he heard Dr. Francis say, "There, it's
done. I think you made the right decision, Bobbie."

	Bobbie left the doctor's office in a stupor. The fear and
anticipation of what had just taken place had left him numb. The
thought that kept racing through his brain was that this thing was
done and it could not be undone. Jane led him to the car and as they
drove away he turned to Jane with tears in his eyes and said, "What
have I done? Have I burned all of my bridges behind me? I don't know
what came over me when I told the doctor to go ahead with the strong
estrogen implant. It was like another person was speaking through me.
Oh God, I'm so afraid that I've made a big mistake."

	"Please Bobbie, don't be upset. You make me feel guilty
because you did exactly what I wanted you to do and I'm sure that
Paula will be happy with your decision. We want, more than anything
else, for you to be happy as a girl. Just remember that if you had
said no to the doctor you would have always wondered what you had
missed. Now you have embarked on a great adventure which very few
people ever have a opportunity to experience. Please, sit back and
enjoy it. You may not believe this, but if you are unhappy with the
new you, then Paula and I are going to feel terrible. Enjoy it Bobbie,
please. Just enjoy.

	Bobbie forced a smile. "I'm going to try. I'm going to try as
hard as I can because I no longer have any choice.

			    Chapter Eight

	Instead of going straight home, Jane decided that it might
boost Bobbie's morale some if they stopped by a beauty parlor and had
his hair done. When she suggested this, he halfheartedly agreed to go.

	"Don't we need an appointment?"

	"Maybe not," Jane answered. "I've got a friend, Cara, who
might be able to work us in."

	"If she can work us in what should I tell her I want done?"

	"Let's do something wild! You like Paula's blond wig so much
why don't you go blond? I'll do all of the talking if you want me to."

	"I have already done one wild thing today. One more should be
easy." They both laughed. Jane felt relieved hearing him laugh.

	Cara had two cancellations for that afternoon and was more
than happy to work them in. Sue worked on Jane's hair. All she wanted
was a trim and a little styling. Cara was to work on Bobbie but before
she started, Jane took her aside and explained exactly what she for
Bobbie. Cara made some suggestions and between the two of them they
decided what would look best. Bobbie was happy to let them make all of
the plans because he was too emotionally drained to make decisions for
himself.

	The experience was relaxing for Bobbie. Cara first washed his
hair, trimmed and rolled it on large pink rollers. While she was
applying a strong smelling liquid to his head he dozed. He was
awakened some time later when she washed his hair again. This time she
rolled it on even larger rollers and by the time she put him under the
dryer again he was fast asleep. He vaguely remembered someone working
on his nails and eyebrows but he was too relaxed to pay much
attention.

	After approximately two and one-half hours Jane shook Bobbie's
shoulder and said, "Wake up sleepy head. There is a new beautiful girl
here for you to see."

	Bobbie opened his eyes and looked in the mirror. His first
reaction was that he was looking at a beautiful girl that he didn't
know. Then he realized that he was looking at himself and he liked
what he saw. His hair was an ash blond color and hung to within two
inches of his shoulders in a page boy style. His bangs had grown out
so that they were now swept to the side covering a little of his left
eye. When he moved his head his hair bounced and swayed, then seemed
to just fall back into the neat turned under style. The blond hair and
the make up Cara had used really made him look younger. He put his
hand up to touch his hair and the long, red sculptured nails looked
divine. There was not even the remotest clue that these hands belonged
to a man.

	When he and Jane returned home, Paula was thrilled with
Bobbie's new look. "What kind of doctor did you take him to, Jane?"

	"We stopped by the beauty parlor on the way back. Doesn't he
look nice?"

	"He certainly does," Paula said as she put her arms around
Bobbie and gave him a kiss. "How did the appointment with the doctor
go?"

	Bobbie said, "You tell her Jane. I'm going to the bathroom."

	After he left the room Jane explained what had happened in the
doctor's office. She also told her about Bobbie's state of mind and
his doubts about what he had allowed the doctor to do to his body.
Paula was excited with the prospect of Bobbie becoming even more
feminine, but she agreed that both she and Jane were going to have to
be more supportive and understanding. Bobbie was under a lot of mental
strain right now and both girls vowed to be as helpful as possible
since they were responsible for his present situation. They were sure
that he was enjoying his femininity but most likely the future was
frightening to him. Jane said that she realized when Bobbie couldn't
bring himself to stop the doctor, that somewhere within him were
strong feminine desires. With patience and the proper training, they
could give him the confidence that he needed to dispel all of his
fears.

	While the girls were talking, Bobbie was looking at his new
hair style in the bathroom mirror. He really did like it. He had to
admit to himself that he doubted that he would ever be able to cut it
in a manly style again. That admission was what scared him... The fact
that he may never want to change back to the old Bob. Maybe Jane was
right. Just take one day at a time and enjoy every minute.

	Later that night Renee came for a visit and had nothing but
praise for Bobbie's new look. She was so intrigued with the new blonde
hair style that she was considering a similar cut for herself.
Something about being with Renee made Bobbie feel so a ease and
content with his situation. She seemed so sure of herself and never
seemed to doubt the decisions she had made concerning her own
sexuality. The two of them could discuss openly the doubts and fears
that Bobbie had because Renee had been through most of the same
emotions. Paula and Jane thought that it would be healthy for Bobbie
and Renee to spend more time together which they both happily agreed
to.

	In the course of conversation, Bobbie mentioned that the one
thing he missed was golf. He couldn't very well call his old golfing
buddies and set up a game in his present shape.

	Renee said, "I love golf! You don't have to be male to play
that game so Let's plan a round for this week."

	"Great!" Bobbie clapped his hands together in a feminine way.
"Can we play tomorrow?"

	"How about the day after tomorrow? We need to take you
shopping first and get you some pretty golfing clothes. You are going
to love golf even more wearing a little short golf skirt and a pretty
pull-over knit blouse. May even take ten strokes off your game playing
from the ladies tees."

	Bobbie knew that Paula and Jane did not play so he asked,
"Will the course allow just the two of us to play or will we need a
foursome?"

	"No problem," Renee answered. "During week days twosomes are
fine. I'll call in the morning for a starting time before I pick you
up for shopping."

	The next day Bobbie was excited with the prospect of playing
golf and also spending two days with Renee. It was so easy to talk
with her. She understood his feelings and fears even better than he
did. It just seemed to be more fun to be a girl when you were with
Renee.

	Shopping was fun. Bobbie bought a short blue skirt with white
trim around the pockets and hem. He found a matching white pull-over
that had blue trim on the collar and embroidered golf clubs on the
left breast. The new ladies golf shoes were softer, lighter and more
comfortable than his old men's shoes. The sales person gave each of
them a pretty sun visor because they purchased so much. Bobbie even
bought a new golf bag and a set of Betsy King clubs because his old
set was so masculine looking.

	Their tee-off time was for ten o'clock and Bobbie felt so
pretty in his new outfit that he didn't even worry about anyone seeing
through his disguise. He felt totally feminine and being with Renee
only boosted his confidence. They decided that Renee should drive the
electric cart since she was familiar with the course. They both
bogeyed the first hole and Bobbie felt that he hit the ball fairly
well even though he was unable to hit it as far as he had in the past.
Playing from the ladies tees more that made up for his lost in manly
power. He managed to par the second hole while Renee had another
bogey.

	On the fourth hole Bobbie hit his tee shot into the woods on
the right side. They were having a hard time finding the ball and
Renee noticed two men on the tee waiting to tee-off. She waved for
them to play through since that was good golf etiquette. The men hit
their drives and as they were riding past Bobbie and Renee one of them
saw Bobbie's ball in the edge of the woods. They got out of their cart
to show the "girls" where the ball was. To Bobbie's dismay one of the
men invited them to play along with them and Renee accepted.

	A fem minutes later when Bobbie and Renee were alone in their
cart Bobbie said, "Renee, why did you do that? You are pretty safe,
but suppose the find out that I'm not a real girl."

	"Stop worrying. This will be fun and you'll have to admit that
they are cute. Let's see if we can beat them."

	It did turn out to be fun. Bobbie watched the way Renee
flirted with the men in a very subtle way. By the time they finished
the first nine holes Bobbie was doing a little flirting of his own.
When they reached the club house the men insisted on buying them
drinks and a light snack before they started the back nine holes.

	After they all hit their balls off the tenth tee Russell
suggested that they switch carts and ride boy-girl. Before Bobbie
could decline Renee was moving her clubs to Johns cart and Russell was
moving his to the cart Bobbie was in. At first Bobbie was shy and
nervous seating next to Russell, but he was a great conversationalist
and before Bobbie knew it they were talking like old friends. Several
times during the day Russell would put his arm around Bobbie's small
waist while discussing a particular shot of just waiting for one of
the others to hit their ball. All in all Bobbie had to admit that it
had been an exciting and wonderful day. When the game was over John
asked if the "girls" would accompany them to dinner that night and
when Renee quickly said yes, Bobbie was so caught up in the moment
that he offered no objections. It was only later when Bobbie realized
that he had just accepted a date with a man that he became reluctant.
Renee assured him that it would be fun and not to worry, but he
worried anyway.

			     Chapter Nine

	On the way home from the golf course, Renee stopped at her
apartment. She told Bobbie that she wanted to give him something that
would help him on their date with John and Russell.

	As they climbed the stairs to Renee's apartment Bobbie said,
"Hope it's a bottle of bourbon. I'm going to need something to calm me
down because my nerves are going to be shot by tonight."

	"I don't want to get you drunk." Renee answered. "You might
come home pregnant." They both had a good laugh which seemed to ease
some of Bobbie's tension.

	The day had been enjoyable. Bobbie had a lot of fun with Renee
and they laughed a lot. Maybe, tonight's adventure would be fun.
Still laughing, he said, "Hay Renee, if Russell discovers that I'm not
a real girl, I'm going to run and you had better run with me."

	"Stop worrying... He probably won't discover your secret."

	"Probably!" Probably is not good enough."

	"I'm just kidding. You're so feminine, there is no way that he
is going to know. That is, unless you get carried away and decide that
you want to have his child."

	They entered the apartment arm in arm enjoying another good
laugh. Renee led Bobbie to her bedroom and told him to remove his
skirt and panties. She removed something from her bureau draw and
handed to him.

	"Put this on."

	"What is it?"

	"It is a cache strap. A lot of professional female
impersonators use them. It will hold your male parts so close to your
body that if someone put their hand down there they would feel
nothing. I've worn one for two years. You can even wear a bikini and
show no bulges.

	Bobbie slipped it over his hips. It was very tight. Renee
pulled the elastic strap between his legs and fastened it in the back.

	"That's too tight. It hurts."

	"Only for a little while. You'll get used to it in an hour or
so. It should eliminate any fears that you have of being discovered
tonight. Look at yourself in the mirror."

	He did and what he saw was a shock. His manliness had
disappeared into a very feminine v-shape.

	"Wow, that looks great but it is so tight I'm not sure that I
can walk. Did you play golf in one of these?"

	"Sure did. I think that you will find, when you get used to
it, that it will make your walk more feminine."

	"How do I pee?"

	"Just reach behind and unsnap the elastic strap."

	They spent another hour at Renee's apartment looking at
pictures and eating a light snack. Renee had been right. By the time
they reached Bobbie's house the cache strap was feeling better and it
did have a tendency to make his walk more feminine.

	Paula and Jane greeted them at the front door and Paula asked
how they did on the golf course.

	Bobbie answered, "Pretty good. Renee shot an 82 and I shot an
85." Bobbie was a little concerned about Paula's reaction to him
having a date with a man. He said. "We also met two nice men."

	"Oh, you did. Tell me more."

	Renee told the story of how they had become acquainted with
John and Russell. To Bobbie's surprise, Paula was not mad. She was
elated at the fact that they both had dates for tonight. Right away
she began to suggest outfits for Bobbie to wear.

	Bobbie asked, "You mean you're not mad? I thought all of this
started because I was going out with other people."

	"I'm not mad, silly. I'm happy for you. This is not the same
thing as my husband dating other women, it's more like my sister
having her first date. You'll learn a lot about being a woman tonight.
I just wish that I was going with you... Maybe we can double date
sometimes."

	They spent the rest of the afternoon getting Bobbie ready for
his big night. Renee went back to her place to get ready. She promised
that she would be back at seven to pick up Bobbie. They were to meet
Russell and John at seven-thirty.

	While Bobbie was taking his shower, he noticed how much larger
his breasts were. Paula gave him one of her low-cut underwired bras to
wear with his scooped neck red silk dress. Just enough cleavage showed
to erase any suspicion of manhood. The wide belt around his now tiny
waist along with the flared skirt draped over his expanding hips
created a vision that would turn any man's head. Paula and Jane made
sure that his accessories were perfect from the matching red pumps on
his feet to diamond and gold jewelry on his wrist, around his neck and
dangling from his pierced ears. A little shudder ran through Jane as
she looked at him. She thought, `we have totally destroyed the man and
built this beautiful woman in his place. He will never be completely
male again.'

	The evening went well. Bobbie felt confident and at ease most
of the time but he did feel a little guilty. He knew that most of his
male friends would label his date as a homosexual act, yet he knew
that was not the case. He felt completely natural... He was a girl and
Russell was a man. It was as simple as that. At times they held hands,
occasionally Russell put his arm around "her", he opened doors for
"her" and when they danced he led. Any other way would have felt
unnatural to Bobbie.

	Bobbie was a little apprehensive when Russell asked him to
dance after dinner. He had always been a pretty good dancer but that
had been as a male. Could he follow? He made excuses to Russell saying
that he was not a very good dancer but decided to try anyway. After
the third dance he felt as though he had been following the lead of a
strong man all of his life. He was having so much fun swaying to the
music on high heels and feeling his skirt swinging around his legs
that he didn't want to stop. Occasionally they would play a slow
number and Russell would hold him very close. The feel of his breast
pushing against Russell's chest was an overwhelmingly sensual
sensation.

	"I thought you said that you were not a good dancer," Russell
told her once between songs. "You are great."

	Bobbie dropped his eyes in a demure pose and said, "I have a
good partner."

	Before they knew it the evening was over and John and Russell
were walking them back to Renee's car. It suddenly dawned on Bobbie,
as they walked hand in hand, that Russell was probably planning on a
good night kiss. When they reached the car he stole a quick look to
Renee for help but he saw her and John in a tight embrace and Renee
seemed to be returning John's very passionate kiss. He turned to
Russell intending to say something but it was too late. His strong
arms wrapped around Bobbie and pulled their bodies tightly together.
As Bobbie looked up into his eyes to plead with him their lips met. He
tried to push away but it was no use. Russell was too strong. He felt
Russell's tongue playing on his lips. Bobbie gave up and let his body
surrender to the moment. He parted his lips for Russell's tongue and
put his arms around his neck. `What the hell,' he thought, `I've got
to repay him in someway for a wonderful evening.'

	They kissed for a long time. As the kiss lingered, Bobbie
seemed to lose more and more of his inhibitions. When they finally
parted, Bobbie was trembling all over and he had a hard time catching
his breath. He looked up at Russell and said, "Thank you for tonight.
I really had a nice time." He stood on his tip toes to kiss Russell
lightly on the lips and that started it all over again.

	This time their kiss was even more passionate than before.
Russell's hand moved to Bobbie's breast and it felt good. Bobbie
became docile and completely surrendered to the passion of the moment.
Russell's hands began to roam all over Bobbie's body and Bobbie had no
desire to stop him. He was so caught up in this present feeling of
total unquestioned femininity that he forgot the one trace of maleness
between his legs.

	Thanks to Renee a tragedy was averted. She saw that Bobbie was
out of control and said, "Ok you love birds, let's break it up. It's
getting late and I've got to go home."

	Russell released Bobbie. He could feel himself blush as he
tried to look busy straightening his dress. Russell opened the car
door for Bobbie. Before they left, John suggested another golf game
for the four of them on Sunday. The "girls" agreed and John promised
to call Renee later with a time. Bobbie rolled down his window to say
goodbye to Russell and he leaned in and kissed him again. Not nearly
as passionately this time to Bobbie's relief.

	On the drive back to Bobbie's house, no one spoke for several
minutes. Bobbie busied himself fixing his makeup using the lighted
mirror on the sun visor.

	Renee was the one to finally break the silence. "Got a little
carried away, didn't you girl."

	Bobbie turned to Renee with tears in his eyes. "What is wrong
with me, Renee? I swear to you that I am not homosexual, at least I
never thought I was, but I enjoyed Russell's attention and affection.
I tried to resist when he kissed me but another part of me took charge
and I couldn't. It scares me, but I liked it."

	"I hate labels," answered Renee, "but our society seems to
insist on them. I can assure you that you are not homosexual. That's
just a label. Just a word that should have no affect on you."

	"But it does. I don't want to be labeled homosexual."

	"Look Bobbie, we are all labeled in one way or another weather
we like it or not. My label is transsexual. Yours right now is
transvestite. Russell's is heterosexual, but if he knew your birth
sex, he would be doubting his own label right now because I could tell
that he enjoyed the kiss also."

	"But I knew what I was doing."

	"Tell me this, Bobbie. While he was kissing you, did you feel
like a man kissing a man or did you feel like a woman kissing a man?"

	"Oh I felt feminine ok. I felt so feminine that I would have
allowed him to put his hand between my legs if you had not been smart
enough to stop us."

	"That settles it then. You do realize that you are chemically
a female right now because of the hormones. What you did and felt was
natural. It is just all new to you. Remember, I've been through all of
this myself."

	"Yes," Bobbie said, "but you are on your way to becoming a
real girl. Do you ever have doubts about the operation?"

	"Maybe a little at times, but I could never turn back now.
Sometimes I worry about the pain and I will be glad when the operation
is over."

	Bobbie turned away from Renee and said, "Why don't you do it
now, get it over with and not wait until June. The waiting must be the
hardest part."

	"Almost all doctors require you to live as a woman for at
least two years before they operate. They want you to have plenty of
time to change your mind. Once it's done they can not fix you back.
Why don't you consider having it done, Bobbie. You are a perfect
candidate."

	trapped in the middle. I can't go as far as Renee is going,
but I don't think I can ever go back either.'

			     Chapter Ten

	During the months that followed Bobbie's and Renee's date with
Russell and John, Bobbie's body continued to change. His bra size was
now 34C with no padding. His waist was quite small, his hips had
expanded to approximately 34 inches. The flesh on his thighs and butt
had filled out. His hair was still an ash blond color but it had grown
much longer and could now be worn in a variety of styles. He made
weekly trips to the beauty parlor to have his hair styled, set or to
have the color touched up. However, he still preferred to wear it
hanging loose around his shoulders or in a pony tail.

	The two month feminine exile imposed by Paula and Jane came to
an end and Bobbie made no mention of it. One day Paula asked Bobbie if
he would like for her to return his male clothes. She was secretly
pleased when he told her that he had no room in his closet for them
because the space was now taken up with his skirts, blouses and
dresses. Anyway, they would not fit him anymore because of the drastic
changes in his body shape. They finally agreed to give all of his male
things to Good Will.

	He had become totally comfortable in his feminine roll. All
four "girls" had grown extremely close to each other. Bobbie still
went out on dates occasionally but always as a double date with either
Paula, Renee or Jane. The four of them even went on a vacation
together to Florida. They spent several days at Disney World and all
got great tans on the Florida beaches. Bobbie's bikini tan made his
breasts appear whiter, softer and more prominent. His darkly tanned
body in a white bikini with the long blond, made even lighter due to
long exposure to the sun, made for a strikingly beautiful lady. In
fact, all four of them turned the heads of many men all up and down
the Florida coast. Any one of them could have had their choice of men
to date but they seldom did. They enjoyed each others company so much
that they usually preferred to see the sights together. Oh, they
flirted with a lot of men but that was just for fun.

	Bobbie and Paula always shared the same room while they
traveled. They still made love often but Bobbie almost never had
erections because the large amount of estrogen in his system was
overpowering his male hormones. The would lie together in their silk
nightgowns, kissing and caressing each other until one or both reached
climax. Bobbie found that this new sexuality both satisfying and
enjoyable. Paula also seemed to be delighted with their more gentle
love making.

	One night after a very intensely intimate session Bobbie
asked, "Paula, are you embarrassed to be married to such a sissy?
Sometimes I feel that I should become more masculine again for your
sake."

	Paula gave the question several minutes of thought before she
answered. "I will admit to you that in my wildest dreams I never
imagined that all of this would happen to you. Things have gotten a
little out of hand compared to my original purpose."

	"Then you do want me to try and change back."

	"I didn't say that. I like the way you are right now but it
sometimes scares me to think that I might have forced you unfairly
into a new life. Sometimes I feel guilty of murdering Bob but at the
same time I feel the pride of giving birth to Bobbie."

	"We can't keep living this way, can we."

	"I don't see why not," Paula said as she put her arm around
him. "As long as you are happy. As far as I am concerned, the new you
is more considerate, more understanding, more loving and much more
gentle. I like Bobbie and I, at one time, considered divorcing Bob."

	Bobbie leaned over and kissed Paula. When the kiss ended, he
said, "I keep thinking that I'll get tired of all this but it has been
almost five months now and every day seems to be more exciting than
the one before. If I loose your support, I'm not sure that I can
exist. Without Jane, Renee and, mostly, you, I would be in limbo...
Afraid to remain feminine and terrified of returning to what I was."

	"I can assure you that I speak for all three of us when I say
that you certainly have not only our support but our love and respect
too."

	Bobbie felt better after having the heart-to-heart talk with
Paula. He had really come to love his dresses, high heels and his long
pretty hair. Unlike most women, he had even learned to enjoy the
tiresome and menial task that ladies often hate. Putting his hair up
in rollers was fun to him. Sitting for hours with cream or mud packs
on his face didn't bother him. Spending two hours in a beauty parlor
was a social outing for him that gave him the opportunity to associate
with women and be accepted as their equal. Shaping and painting his
fingernails was a thrill. He could not remember hardly any part of
being male that he missed.

	Even though he felt so feminine and enjoyed the feeling so
much, there was something within him that would not allow him to
consider having the operation that Renee was scheduled for. There were
times when felt that he would like to have the sex between his legs
changed but these feelings would pass, and the thought of such would
be repulsive. It was all so confusing. He began to believe that he
needed physiotherapy. He knew what he wanted but he also knew that
what he wanted was unnatural. Because of these opposing forces he
began to have periods of depression and that worried everyone.

	Once, while they were still in Florida, Bobbie went shopping
by himself. He went to a men's clothing store and bought pants, shoes
and a shirt in sizes that should fit him. When he got to the motel the
girls were all at the swimming pool so he immediately tried on the
masculine clothes. It was no use. The pants were too tight in the hips
and way too large in the waist. Even without a bra the shirt did not
hide his breasts. The shoes felt heavy and uncomfortable. He even put
his hair up on top of his head and put on a baseball cap. Nothing
seemed to help. Even without make-up he looked like a young girl in
men's clothing. He finally said to hell with it, put on his bikini and
joined the girls at the pool. On his way, he threw the new garments in
the motel dumpster. He never mentioned what he had done to any of the
girls but he still occasionally had periods of depression.

			    Chapter Eleven

	They returned home from their Florida trip during the first
week in June. Renee was scheduled for her big operation on June 14.
Bobbie and Paula insisted that she move in with them after she was
released from the hospital because they wanted to take care of her
during the convalescent period. Renee accepted their invitation and
was grateful that her good friends would care so much about her well
being. She was getting a little nervous and knew that she would need
all of the support that she could get.

	On the day of the operation, Bobbie, Paula and Jane were all
at the hospital. The operation took several hours. Around three
o'clock that afternoon Dr. Francis came out and assured them that all
went well and Renee was doing fine. Everyone was relieved and happy.
Bobbie had a hard time convincing himself that it had really happened.

	He had always thought that Renee would change her mind before
the actual cutting took place. A chill ran through him as the reality
of what had been done to Renee settled over him. He hoped with all of
his heart that she would be happy. This could never be changed back
#... It was so permanent. He began to relate his own situation to
Renee's and again he became somewhat depressed. Was this where he was
headed? Was not his own situation permanent? He had tried to give up
his dresses but could not. The mere thought of cutting off his long
beautiful hair made him sick, but living a lie was also hard. He made
a mental note to have a long serious talk with Dr. Francis in the very
near future.

	Dr. Francis interrupted his thoughts and said, "I know that we
all have referred to Renee as "she" for quite some time, but after
today that word takes on real meaning for her as it should for all of
us. She has finally become what I think she was always meant to be.
What she has done was right for her." The doctor looked right at
Bobbie and continued. "It's not always right for everyone. Give her
your love and understanding and when the pain is gone I think that you
all are going to see one happy young lady."

	Later that evening they were all allowed to visit Renee for
just a few minutes. They could tell that she was weak and heavily
sedated. She looked up at them and managed a smile. She reached out
and took Bobbie's hand and said, "I love your dress, Bobbie. I always
did like you in red... It's your color. You can have all of my cache
garments now because I won't be needing them any more."

	Paula could tell that Bobbie was about to cry so she said,
"We've got your room all fixed up so hurry and get well enough to come
home."

	They only stayed about five minutes because it was obvious
that Renee was tired and sleepy. Everyone gave her a kiss as they left
and all promised to visit longer the next day.

	Renee was released from the hospital exactly one week later.
When Paula and Bobbie brought her home she was still in a lot of pain
but the doctor had given her some pills that made it bearable. The
doctor had assured them that the healing process was progressing as it
should and that she should begin to feel better soon.

	She continued to heal quickly. Every day she seemed to take on
a new glow of excitement and contentment with her new sex. During the
first week after she moved in with Bobbie and Paula she had suffered a
lot of discomfort and pain. Renee never expressed any regrets. Bobbie
often helped when Renee's wounds needed clean dressings and
medication. In the beginning it looked awful and Bobbie vowed never to
allow this to be done to him. As the weeks passed and the swelling
subsided and stitches were removed, the area between Renee's legs
began to look totally feminine with not even a trace of the
masculinity that was once there.

	Three months after the operation, Renee had an appointment
with the doctor for a check-up. Bobbie went with her in the hope that
he would be able to talk with the doctor about his periods of
depression. Dr. Francis had a feeling that Bobbie needed to talk so
she asked him to wait in her office while she examined Renee. Renee's
examination went well. The doctor declared her "fit as a female
fiddle". With a devilish smile Dr. Francis whispered to Renee, "Girl,
it is time for you to go out and get laid."

	Renee felt herself blush. Dr. Francis laughed and Renee began
to laugh with her.

	"What happens when I tell the guy that he just had sex with a
girl that used to be a boy?"

	"Don't tell him, you idiot. I never tell my mates that my
great grandmother was a Russian." They both had another good laugh.
"Seriously though, if you find one that you want to marry, it might be
wise to have a serious talk with him. If you ever need for me to
counsel some guy that you think you love, I'll be happy to."

	Renee put her arms around Dr. Francis and gave her a big hug.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I want to thank you for all
that you have done for me. You have been wonderful. Not once did you
ever make me feel like a freak. I just want you to know that you have
not only saved my life but you have made me one of the happiest people
in the world."

	Dr. Francis gently held Renee by the shoulders and said, "Now
stop that or you'll have me crying. You finish getting dressed while I
go and talk with Bobbie. I just hope that I'm going to be able to help
"her" in some way. You knew what you wanted and never doubted your
decisions but I'm afraid that Bobbie is not going to have an easy time
of it."

	"Please do what you can for him", said Renee. "I never knew
him as a man, but "she" has been a very dear girl friend. I don't
think "she" will ever be happy again in the role of a male. There is
just no masculinity left and "she" makes such a lovely girl."

	When Dr. Francis walked into her office Bobbie was sitting on
the couch. She had to admit that Renee was right. There was no visible
masculinity left in Bobbie's appearance. He was wearing a royal blue
sweater and a plaid skirt that matched the color in the sweater
perfectly. His hair had grown quite long and was beautifully styled
with a pretty blue ribbon that was tied from the nap of his neck to
the crown of his head. The ribbon held his hair back just enough to
give the full effect to the turquoise ear rings that dangled from his
pierced ears. His figure had really blossomed. From his smooth shapely
legs to his wide, child bearing hips and tiny waist, to his ample
breast that the doctor guessed to be at least 34C now, Bobbie was a
completely beautiful young lady.

	"Well Bobbie, you are looking lovely today", said the doctor
as cheerfully as she could. "Is there something that I can help you
with?"

	Bobbie looked up at Dr. Francis and managed a weak smile. "I
don't know if you can help me or not. I've been depressed a lot lately
because I feel that I'm living a lie and I don't know what to do about
it. When I came here today I had planned to ask you to give me the
same operation that Renee had, but I'm just not sure. Renee seems so
happy and content. Would a total sex change make me as happy and
content as she is?"

	"It might, Bobbie, but I doubt it. You've got to understand
that just because you have enjoyed being a girl and Renee enjoys being
a girl, that does not make the two of you exactly alike. I have
treated many men with very strong feminine qualities that never had a
sex change operation. Some are living as full time females today and
are very happy, productive people. Others live as part time men and
part time women. The ones that are unhappy are the ones that try to
constantly hide their true feelings by living a false macho image that
society has defined for them."

	"But I feel so trapped," Bobbie said. "Sometimes I feel that I
should act like what I am, a man. After all, that does seem to be what
God intended for me. Then I'll see a pretty dress in a store window
and I just have to have it. What is wrong with me?"

	"Look Bobbie, God didn't just make what is between your legs,
He made all of you. He made the feminine parts as well as the
masculine parts, so don't feel like you are cheating Him. I don't
think He holds it against you when you wear pretty dresses. I feel
that He might be more interested in what you are doing for your fellow
man."

	"I'm not doing a very good job in that department either."

	"Were you before you started wearing female clothes?"

	"No. Back then I was cheating on my wife and drinking too
much."

	Dr. Francis walked behind her desk and sat down. "As I see it,
we have three possible courses of action that we can take in your
case. One, we can give you the sex change operation which I don't
recommend at this time.

	Second, I could start you on a male hormone treatment. In a
couple of months, most of your male traits should return and you would
be pretty much your old self. That pretty dress in the store window
will still look good to you though. Third, we can leave you as you are
for now and I could put you in touch with an organization of people
like yourself. There are thousands of people across this country with
gender problems that need help. This organization tries to help and
they need dedicated members that understand the needs of other
crossdressers. You might find that what you really need right now is
more purpose in your life and a feeling that you are doing something
useful. What do you think?"

	Bobbie was quiet for a long time. Finally he said, "I
definitely do not want the operation. I don't want to return to the
way I was before, but I will keep the male hormone treatments as a
possible future option. Who knows, I might get tired of my dresses.
For now, working in the organization for crossdressers might be just
what I need. When can I start?"

	Dr. Francis wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it
to Bobbie. "Call this number and ask for Julie Anderson. Tell her that
I asked you to call and set up a meeting as soon as possible. You'll
like her I'm sure. She is about your age and has been living as a
female for the past five years. I can promise you that she will keep
you busy and you are going to meet a lot of nice people just like
yourself. There are thousands of crossdressers out there that don't
even know that help is available. Many of them are confused,
misunderstood, unhappy people that need to feel good about themselves.
In helping them, I can almost assure you that you will be helping
yourself more than you can imagine."

			       Epilogue

	Bobbie made the call to Julie and a meeting was arranged. A
close friendship developed between the two almost immediately. Julie
was also married and his wife became a good friend to Paula which
pleased Bobbie very much. The four of them worked together in the
crossdressers organization. Paula and Julie's wife Linda, organized a
sister sorority of crossdresser's wives. They spent a lot of time
counseling other wives of transvestites who were having trouble
understanding their husband's strange desires. They lost count of the
number of marriages they saved. They couldn't save them all, but they
did the best that they could and the work was very rewarding.

	Bobbie became so involved in the organization that he was
elected as national vice-president within six months. He and Paula
traveled all across the United States making talks to college and
civic groups, organizing local chapters and even appearing on local
television shows. He knew that the American society would never fully
accept crossdressing, which was not really his goal. He mainly enjoyed
helping the individual transvestite who was living a sad life of
confusion, fear and self doubt.

	There were two possible suicidal cases referred to him by Dr.
Francis. Both were now happy, productive members of society as well as
active members of the crossdressers organization. Bobbie helped a lot
of people, but most of all he had helped himself. He now had a purpose
in his life and he was the happiest that he had ever been. His own
femininity flourished and he totally enjoyed it. The masculine side of
his being was no longer even considered to be of any importance. He
still deeply loved Paula and she truly loved him but their
relationship had become more of a strong sisterly love than that of a
husband and wife.

	Shortly after Bobbie's talk with Dr. Francis, Jane became
engaged to a nice doctor she met at the hospital. After a short
whirlwind romance they were married and after ten months they had a
beautiful baby girl. Jane asked Bobbie to be the godmother which he
accepted with great pride. He and Jane were almost always available
for baby sitting duties. Renee enrolled in nursing school and was at
the top of her class. She and Bobbie still played golf together when
their busy schedules would allow.

	About a year after Bobbie became active, he decided to go to
school and learn graphic arts. He enrolled in City College as a female
and graduated eighteen months later with her associate degree. With
money from the trust fund she opened a print shop which flourished.
Most of the printing for the Crossdressers Sorority was done by
Bobbie, but other business quickly came her way. She became a
respected member of the community and all of her friends and customers
saw her as a lovely, friendly young lady. Life was good.

			       The End