Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.d From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo) 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