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Joyce
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Joyce
My family and I had just moved to Norville now that I had finished
college. I figured that with top grades from a very good
Engineering school I'd be swamped with job offers. At least that's
what I thought!
In reality I had been out of school for almost a year and although I
had many interviews in that time I had not had a single offer of a
job! Now however I felt that luck would finally be on my side. Dad
had a friend who ran one of the top Engineering firms in the
country. It was a small, family owned business but it was nationally
recognized for its work. Dad had mentioned me to his friend and I
was asked to come in for an interview.
The interview lasted for almost an hour with the owner, Mr.
Jacobs, asking me about courses I had taken and other Engineering
questions. At the end Mr. Jacobs told me that he was extremely
impressed with my qualifications and that he would be in touch
with me. I felt certain that I would have a job in the very near
future.
Later that afternoon mom said that Mr. Jacobs had called and
asked if our families could meet for dinner. "This is it," I thought,
"finally some good luck."
At dinner that evening I was introduced to Mr. Jacobs' wife and
daughter Cindy. Cindy was quite good looking and we seemed to
hit it off well. We got to know each other while our parents got
around to discussing me.
"Jeff," he said, "I was telling your parents here that I was so
impressed with you that I'd like to offer you an entry position with
my company."
I was grinning ear to ear and about to thank him profusely when he
spoke again. "I'd like to," Mr. Jacobs said, "but I'm afraid I can't.
According to government standards I don't have enough women
engineers and I'll have to hire a woman for this position. I hope you
understand."
I didn't understand and told him so. "That doesn't make sense,
you say I'm the most qualified but I can't have because I'm a guy?
What kind of rule is that?"
"Not a very good one," said Mr. Jacobs, "so far, I haven't had
many women apply for the job and none were nearly as good as
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you!"
Mom looked at me for a moment before speaking. "Jeff," she said
looking at me in a strange way. "If you want this job badly enough
there is a way you could have it."
"Sure mom," I laughed, "all I have to do is become a girl and the
job's mine."
"That's right, Jeff," dad said quite slowly, "that's really all you have
to do! It's up to you to decide on how badly you want the job!"
"You're joking, right," I said getting up to leave, "well if you'll
excuse me, I'm leaving. I don't appreciate joking about this!"
Mr. Jacobs rose to stop me. "It's no joke Jeff," he said, "I've talked
it over with your parents and they decided we should approach you
with the idea. It would only be for a few months, I expect that
after the upcoming election these quotas will be dropped. But it's
your career and your life."
"Jeff," said mom, "Mr. Jacobs needs you and will hire you. All you
must do is decide if $35,000 to start is worth it."
Well, no other job I interviewed for had come close to $35,000 so I
was intrigued to say the least. "Okay, I'm hooked! What do I do to
get that pay?"
Mr. Jacobs looked me right in the eye and coolly said, "you have to
be a woman! The government tells me I need a woman but I say I
need you. If you were a woman it would solve both of our
problems!"
I couldn't believe it, I was being offered a high paying job and all I
had to do was to be a girl? I was new in this town and no one
really knew me, the pay was much higher than any other job I
interviewed for. How hard could it be to pretend I was a girl for a
few months? Anyway it always seemed to me that girls had it much
easier than guys did!
"So," I asked, "what do I have to do now, show up in a dress and
the job's mine?"
"Not quite Jeff," said dad, "if you accept this job you'll go to work
as a woman and that's how everyone will know you. Do you think
you can manage such a thing? Mom will give you all the help you
need and no one but us will never know"
"Sure," I laughed, "after all, it's gotta be easier than being a guy,
right? I made through engineering school, this should be a breeze!"
According to Mr. Jacobs the job would be available in a month. I
was to use that time to submit a new resume and practice being a
girl. He guaranteed me that no one would know the truth, it was a
family owned company, his wife was in charge of personnel and
Cindy was his secretary.
As the Jacobs were leaving I asked Cindy if I could see her again.
She smiled at me and said that since we'd be working together soon
she was sure we'd be seeing a lot of each other!
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After everyone left I excused myself to get ready for bed. It had
been a strange evening and I felt as I could use a good night sleep.
Just after I went to my room mom knocked on my door. She
handed me a pink, lace trimmed, nylon nightgown and a pair of her
panties. "Put these on dear," she said to me, "you'll need to start
getting used to these clothes!"
I told her that I didn't see any rush, after all I had a month before
I started my new job. Mom got very upset with me. "Get
changed," she said tersely, "you accepted the job and by the time
you start you're going to be a lovely young woman! Now put these
clothes on and come downstairs when you're dressed. I want to see
how much it's going to take!"
She threw the nightgown and panties at me and went back
downstairs. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pulled on the
cotton panties. They were just a little tight but I managed to pull
them up to my waist. They felt so different from my underwear,
much lighter and softer! When I pulled the nightgown over my
head and was thrilled at how soft and cool the nylon felt as it
brushed against me!
I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments and then brushed
my hair into a style that gave me a slightly girlish look with bangs.
Satisfied with how I looked I went downstairs to show my parents.
"Nice try with your hair Jeff," dad said as he gave me the once
over, "but you still look like a guy in his mothers nightgown!"
"Sorry dad," I said, "this is the best I can do!"
"Well first of all," mom said as she walked around examining me,
"you'll need to take a shower and shave. That means everything,
legs, underarms, chest, everything! Tomorrow we'll start making a
young lady out of you!"
I went back upstairs and began running water for my shower. I
slipped out of my nightgown and panties and began to get cleaned
up. I spotted a bottle of Nair hair remover on the ledge and after
reading the directions applied it to my legs, arms, and chest. I
picked up my razor and began to shave the few underarm hairs that
I had. I was never very hairy so when I rinsed off I found that all
the hair I had applied the Nair to was gone! I now had a smooth
chest and arms. What really amazed I was that without any hair
my legs looked very shapely! I found myself wondering how they'd
look in a pair of nylons!
After drying off I put my panties and nightgown back on. This time
they felt so much nicer against my smooth skin! I went back to my
room, climbed into bed and drifted off to a sound sleep.
I was awakened the next day by the sound of mom's voice. "Wake
up Joyce, you can't sleep all day!"
I managed to open my eyes and look at the clock radio next to my
bed. It was already 11:30. I hadn't realized how tired I was last
night! As I stirred in bed I felt the nightgown brush against my legs
and woke with a start! I reached my hand under the blanket and
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was momentarily surprised to feel the silky material of my
nightgown! As I began to remember the events leading to my being
dressed like this I heard mom calling again.
"Good morning, Joyce," she said cheerfully. "You've slept long
enough, time to get on with the day! Come downstairs for
breakfast, I've got a few surprises for you later."
"Morning mom," I replied rather groggily, "who's this Joyce you
were talking to?"
Mom looked at me and smiled, "I was talking to you, Joyce was the
name of your twin sister. She died a few days after birth so dad
and I decided to call you Joyce!"
My head was still filled with cobwebs but I figured Joyce was as
good a name as any! "Sure mom," I said, "Joyce sound as good as
anything else."
We went downstairs to breakfast and dad greeted me with a
cheerful, "Good morning Joyce!" I really can't say why I did it but
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Morning dad," I said, "luv
ya!" Now I hadn't kissed dad in years. It just didn't seem to be
right, you know?
Dad seemed stunned. "What was that all about?" he asked.
"Well," I replied innocently, "what's wrong with a good morning
kiss for the sweetest guy in the whole world?"
Mom laughed, "I think she'll make a wonderful girl." Dad looked at
me and smiled. "She certainly will," he said, "and check out those
great looking legs!"
"Daddy, you're not supposed to be checking out my legs!" I said as
I gave him a playful punch to the arm. "Mom, tell daddy to quit
looking at my legs!"
Mom smiled at me and said, "I never realized what nice looking
legs you had Joyce. You better get used to men looking at them!"
Without thinking I bent one leg and looked over my shoulder at it.
"What do you think of them mom?" Dad laughed. "You've only
been a girl since last night Joyce" he said, "and you've already
concerned about how pretty your legs look! And yes dear, you do
have pretty legs!"
I bent over and kissed him again. I really never gave it a thought.
It seemed so natural to kiss dad even though I hadn't kissed him
since I was a kid!
After breakfast I went back to my room to get dressed only to find
that mom had set out an outfit for me! On my bed was a pair of
white, nylon panties, a bra, a pair of pantyhose, a slip and a dress!
"I didn't think you'd look very good in my clothes dear." Mom
said. "So I did a little shopping before you got up! Get dressed as
quickly as you can. We're going shopping for more outfits for my
pretty daughter!"
Mom left the room and I began to get dressed. I took off my
nightgown and cotton panties and pulled on the panties mom had
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bought me. They felt great, so smooth and silky! I sat down and
rolled the pantyhose up each leg just as I'd seen it done by women
on commercials. Mom came in and hooked the bra. She rolled up a
couple of pairs of stockings and put them in each cup. "There,"
said with a satisfied look, "that will look much better!"
After that I pulled the slip over my head and reached for the dress.
It was a cute dress, a light yellow color made of some silky fabric.
After everything was on I looked at myself in my mirror and I had
to admit it, I made quite an attractive woman!
Just then mom walked into the room carrying a wig and a pair of
women's shoes. "Put this on Joyce," she said, handing me the wig.
"I think you'll look good with this hairstyle."
The wig matched my hair color but was long enough to reach my
shoulders in loose curls. When I got it on mom showed me how to
brush it out and fasten the adhesive tabs to keep it in place.
"Very pretty honey," mom said smiling, "you know you make a
better girl than a guy!"
"Thanks mom," I said as I gave her a great big hug, again
something I hadn't done in years! "I sort of like the way I look, but
I'm just not sure about all of this!"
"Don't worry about it," she said, "it's not permanent. Now put on
your shoes. I'll fix your make-up and we can go shopping!"
As I slipped on the yellow, low heeled shoes mom gave me I found
myself really looking forward to getting all made up and shopping
with mom! Mom and I hadn't been really close since I was a
teenager and the thought of a shopping trip with her brought back
many happy childhood memories. Of course, this trip would be just
a little bit different. Instead of a little boy shopping with his
mother this trip would involve mom helping me look for the
prettiest dresses we could find!
Mom took me to her room, set me down and started to apply my
make-up. She plucked my eyebrows and used a little eyebrow pencil
to help accent them. Next she dabbed some liquid make-up on my
face and spread it around with a small sponge. After the liquid
make-up came a powder she said would help "set" the liquid and
brushed a light pink blush under my cheekbones and mascara to
my eyelashes. Mom finished up with a light brown eye shadow and
a pair of yellow, clip on earrings!
"Much better!" Mom proclaimed. "Take a look in the full length
mirror Joyce," she said. "I want you to see the total look!"
I slowly walked over to the mirror as I still wasn't used to my new
shoes. When I looked in the mirror I was stunned! I saw a young
woman in her early twenties with curly hair and perfect make-up!
She had on a pretty dress with matching shoes and earrings!
"Mom!" I cried out. "I look like a girl!"
"You are a girl now Joyce," said my dad who decided to see for
himself how I was coming. "You can't have it both ways. If you
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really want this job you must be a woman! You'd better make up
your mind, are you Jeff or Joyce?"
I knew dad was right, Jeff wasn't being offered a high paying job,
only Joyce was. If I really wanted that job I had to be Joyce. I just
wondered if I could ever go back to being Jeff again?
I put my arms around dad's neck and kissed his cheek. "I'm Joyce
dad," I sighed. "For as long as necessary I'm Joyce!"
"Good girl," dad said, "I agree with your mom, you really do look
much better as a girl! I hope you don't feel insulted but you were
never that great looking as a guy."
"That's okay dad," I said. "Actually I really feel very comfortable
dressed this way. I guess these clothes wont be that bad."
"It's only normal for a girl to enjoy looking her best Joyce," mom
said. "Relax and enjoy yourself sweetheart. Being an attractive
woman can be a lot of fun!"
That's exactly what I did! I relaxed and enjoyed myself! I found
that being a woman was really easy for me. Mom gave me a few
pointers on how to walk, talk, and sit, and I took it from there. I
walked slowly and let my hips sway as I walked. When I sat down I
smoothed out my skirt and crossed my legs. Mom was thrilled with
the progress I was making and told me about it every chance she
got!
We drove to the local shopping center and went to a dress shop
mom liked. I was a little hesitant about going in but mom kept
telling me that no one would ever think that I was really a guy.
After a few moments of shopping a salesclerk walked over, "Could I
help you ladies find something?" she asked. I was relieved. She
called us "Ladies," I passed my first test in being a girl!
Mom said that we were trying to find some outfits for my new job.
The saleslady looked at me and smiled. "We have a large selection
of dresses over here," she said pointing to another rack. "They're
conservative enough to wear on the job but styled to make you look
your best!"
I began to get my confidence up and started to look at some of the
dresses. "The dressing room is over on the other side of the store,"
the clerk said, "why don't you take a few that you like and try
them on?"
I smiled at the woman and said, "Thanks that would be very nice."
The woman never batted an eye, as far as she was concerned she
was just helping another young woman!
Mom chose several dresses for me to try on. Noticing my
hesitation, she gently pushed me to the dressing room. I found an
empty booth and stepped inside. I unzipped my dress and as I
stepped out of I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I felt a little
silly standing there seeing myself in a wig and slip but the more I
stared the more I noticed that I really did make an attractive lady!
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I pulled the dress over my head and mom helped me zip it up. It
was a great fit and really looked perfect on me. Yet I couldn't get
used to seeing myself in a dress! Mom reminded me that I had
several other dresses to try on yet and nudged me back to the
dressing room.
The next dress was a light gray with a pleated skirt. The dress was
made of some type of lightweight fabric that was semi sheer. When
I put it on and adjusted the belt I found that it really made me
look as if I had a great figure! Not only that but the pleats in the
skirt caused it to sway as I moved. I was amazed at how feminine
the dress made me look!
Next I tried on a dark blue suit with a light blue blouse. The
blouse buttoned up the back so I had to get help. Mom laughed
and said I'd need to practice dressing since my new wardrobe had a
few tricks to it! I pulled on the skirt and pulled the zipper up while
it was in front and buttoned the buttons. I turned it around and
presto, dressed without mom's help! One small victory in my drive
to become a woman!
I ended up buying several outfits. Mom insisted that I get the gray
dress, saying I looked so good in it! We then drove to a nearby mall
for some more shopping. Our next stop was the ladies department
of a major department store. This time the salesclerk was a woman
about my age who treated me as if I were her girlfriend as she
recommended some outfits for me.
I waited until the clerk walked away and turned to mom. "Why are
we shopping here?" I asked, puzzled over the need for casual
clothes. "I thought I was just getting some clothes to wear to
work?"
Mom looked as if I had just asked the world's dumbest question!
"And what do you think you're going to wear at home young
lady?" she asked. "I have all kinds of things to wear at home," I
replied. "I only need to get women's stuff for work."
Mom looked as if she was trying to explain the simplest thing in
the world to me. "No Joyce," she said with an exasperated sigh.
"You're a woman now. that means you'll look, and act like a
woman twenty four hours a day! You can't be Jeff sometimes and
Joyce other times!"
This was quite a shock to me! All along I had figured on playing a
little game of pretend at work and being myself at home. Now I
realized my little game was about to become a change of life - and
possibly sex!
Mom noticed the look on my face and tried to make me feel better.
"Don't worry dear, it's only for a little while," she said as she
squeezed my hand. Then she looked at me and said, "Unless of
course you decide otherwise."
"What do you mean, 'unless I decide otherwise,' why would I do
that?" I asked, puzzled by her remark. Mom smiled, "well, I
noticed how much fun you were having with dad this morning and
how you kept smoothing out that gray dress and staring at yourself
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Maybe you'll decide you really like being a woman after all!"
I hadn't thought of this as anything more than a game before. I
really cared for my dad and felt great being able to express myself
to him. As for the matter of the dress, well I really couldn't explain
that. I just seemed to momentarily forget that I was a guy! I
looked at mom and smiled, "Maybe mom, maybe!" I said.
We began looking over the displays of casual wear and again I
found myself caught up in the fun. I found a pair of peach colored
culottes with a matching top and held it up in front of me. I turned
to the full length mirror and swayed from side to side trying to
imagine how the outfit would look on me. I caught sight of mom
standing behind me grinning from ear to ear. "Yes Joyce," she said
laughing, "just maybe!"
"Quit acting so silly mom," I said playfully taking a swat at her.
"How do you think this outfit would look on me?" Mom looked at
the outfit and said she thought it would be perfect for me. She
suggested I gets one in blue also. I wasn't going to argue. She
seemed so happy and it was only for a little while.
I found a number of tops in fabrics that felt really soft and fluffy. I
also bought myself a denim skirt and dress since mom said they
looked as if they'd be comfortable to relax in.
After picking out what seemed to be enough casual clothes to last
for years, mom and I went to the shoe department. I bought several
pairs of shoes in colors to match every outfit I bought. It was really
a lot of work trying on different types of shoes. No wonder women
took so much time when they shopped!
When we left the shoe department mom smiled at me, "now comes
the fun part Joyce!," she said. I wondered what she meant since as
far as I was concerned I hadn't been having fun. "Fun part, mom?
"I asked sarcastically. "You mean it gets better?"
I hadn't noticed where we were headed until mom stopped and said,
"It does now honey, I think you'll need a size 6!" When I saw where
we were I was a little shocked. Mom and I were standing in front of
a display of panties! There were green ones, pink ones, yellow ones,
and every shade imaginable! They were hanging on little hangers
and looked so dainty! I had never even looked at this department
before but now I was about to pick out some lingerie for myself!
Mom noticed the look on my face. "Don't act so shocked." She
said. "It's what's expected of you now." I knew she was right but
she seemed to be enjoying this far too much! Dresses were bad
enough but frilly lingerie too!
Mom and I finally managed to pick out enough pairs of panties in
my size. I ended up with pink ones with lace at the waistband and
leg openings, mint colored ones in a hip hugger style, and light blue
ones with lace down the front. Mom also threw into the cart some
pale yellow panties in a bikini style with a matching bra, camisole
and half slip.
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What a switch! As Jeff I would never have asked another guy to
go to the men's room with me nor would I have offered to
accompany anyone else! Now as Joyce, using the rest room had
become somewhat of a social occasion! Being a woman was going to
be tough to get used to!
I was a little worried about waiting in line with other women but
mom kept up a conversation about my new job and clothes that
helped to relax me. Inside I set my purse down and set about my
business. I had a little trouble holding up my dress and slip while
pulling my stockings and panties down but soon got everything
fixed up and finished. When I left the stall I saw all the other
women fixing their hair and make-up so I washed my hands and got
out the make-up mom put in my purse. Mom stood there watching
and smiling as I touched up my lipstick and patted the hairs of my
wig. After fixing my hair and make-up I got my purse and mom
and I left for home.
When we got home mom and I went to my room to look over my
purchases. I now had an extensive collection of lovely lingerie in
every shade of the rainbow. I had panties and bras in white and
pastel shades, full slips and half slips trimmed with lace, and bras
made of a satiny material. For just a brief moment I found myself
admiring my new clothes!
Mom began removing all of my old clothes from my drawers and
closets saying that I wouldn't be needing them anymore. I loaded
all of my new lingerie into my now empty drawers, still just a little
unsure that I was really doing the right thing. By the time I
finished however I no longer had any male clothing left. My closet
was filled with dresses, skirts, tops, slacks, and pretty blouses.
Drawers where T-shirts and jockey shorts had once been were now
filled an assortment of bras, slips, girdles, and panties. The drawer
that I kept socks in was now filled with pantyhose and nightgowns!
Any doubts I still had no longer mattered, I was going to be a
woman and that was that!
I spent the next couple of weeks learning how to be a woman. It
wasn't easy. I had to constantly practice sitting, standing, walking
in heels, and just generally how to respond as a woman. Mom did
her best to teach me everything. She said I had to consider myself
to be a woman so that my speech and gestures would come
naturally to me. By the end of the second week I really no longer
felt like a guy in a dress. I had gotten used to wearing lingerie,
putting on make-up, shaving my legs and doing the many things
that women take for granted. I managed to convince myself that I
was a young, attractive woman!
Mom was thrilled at the change in me. "You're perfect Joyce," she
said one day as she gave me a great big hug. "You're such a
charming young woman it's like you've grown up as a girl!" I had to
admit I was enjoying myself more than I ever did as a guy! I felt
relaxed and at ease and became even closer to mom than ever. Still
I worried about where this was leading me!
Mom began pointing out ads for ladies wear in the newspaper and
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discussing style with me. We took several more shopping trips to
help me get used to being a woman and I bought several fashion
magazines to learn more about choosing my clothes. We went out
to several restaurants and movies so that I would feel at ease in
different settings. Everyone I met smiled at me and treated me so
very nicely. Men opened doors for me, gave up their seats on buses
to me! I had gotten so used to being a woman that I even began to
go out on my own. I enjoyed picking up a few things at the local
supermarket and running errands. Everywhere I went I was
accepted as a woman without question. I was fooling everyone,
perhaps even myself!
I enjoyed the closeness with other women also. They opened up to
me as we shopped, commenting on my purchases, admiring my
outfit and doing a thousand other things that made me feel
comfortable!
At the beginning of my second week as Joyce mom said it was time
to get my drivers license so that I would be able to get around
easier than taking buses. I tried to explain that I couldn't do that
since I had to have some identification to even apply.
Mom just smiled and said, "No problem Joyce, I just happen to
have your birth certificate!" She handed me a birth certificate for a
girl named Joyce Marie Anders.
I looked at the birth certificate and noted that the birthdate was
the same as mine, as were the town of birth and time. Mom had
sent for a copy of the birth certificate for my twin sister who had
died shortly after we were born! "Now Joyce," said mom "you'll
really be able to be a woman!"
As I looked at the document I realized that now I was about to
legally become a woman! In no time at all I had a driver's license
with my picture on it, had applied for a social security card for my
job, and applied for credit cards as Joyce. I even opened a bank
account and began to receive mail addressed to Joyce Marie Anders.
One evening Mr. Jacobs and his family came to visit. I decided to
try to really impress him. That afternoon I took a nice hot bubble
bath and shaved my legs, underarms, and chest as close as I could.
I chose a pair of pink panties with a matching bra, a white half slip
and white stockings. After my bath I quickly got into my lingerie
and stockings pulled on a pink short sleeved top and steeped into a
denim skirt. I looked at my hair in the mirror and found myself
wishing that it would grow faster so that I could get it done in a
pretty style! Sighing, I pulled on my wig and brushed it out. I fixed
my make-up, added a pair of pink earrings, and a pink bracelet. I
stepped into some white pumps, sprayed on some perfume and
waited for the Jacobs'.
When they arrived I met them at the door and led them to the
living room where my parents were waiting. "Where's Jeff," Mr.
Jacobs asked, "I expected him to be here tonight."
Mom and dad looked at each other and broke into laughter, "She's
sitting right here!" they said looking over at me. I got up, walked
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over and smiled at Mr. Jacobs. Extending my hand in a feminine
style I said, "Hello Mr. Jacobs, I'm Joyce Anders, the woman you
offered a job to!"
Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs stared at me in disbelief. Cindy jumped up
and began to walk around me giggling! "You're really pretty!" she
exclaimed, "I can't believe you're really a guy!" I smiled at Cindy
and said, "Thanks, I'll consider that a compliment!"
I raised my arms slightly and twirled around on my toes. "Well
what do you think Mr. Jacobs," I asked, "am I enough of a woman
to hire?"
Mr. Jacobs smiled and said, "yes Joyce, you're definitely woman
enough! I can't believe how much you've changed in such a short
time!" Mrs. Jacobs joined Cindy in admiring my outfit. "Who
chooses your clothes Joyce," she asked, "and is that your hair?"
I looked at mom and laughed, "how 'bout we leave the guys to talk
business mom and us girls can go talk elsewhere."
Mom, Mrs. Jacobs, Cindy, and I went to another room to continue
talking about how well I was adjusting to being a woman. I
explained everything to the other ladies, yes I choose my own
outfits, of course I dress completely, and no I have to wear a wig.
The only part that I left out was, that I had started enjoying myself
as a woman!
I mentioned that I did wish that I could be around people my own
age more and Cindy immediately volunteered to help. She offered
to take me out to a club she enjoyed, saying that we could meet
some friends of hers and hear some great music.
"I'd like to Cindy," I said dejectedly, "but I'm not sure I'm ready
for anything like that. Cindy thought that was funny. "Don't be
silly Joyce," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "You fooled mom,
dad and me. You'll do just fine. Go change into a nice dress and
we'll get going!"
I was amazed, Cindy really expected me to go out with her as a girl!
"Are you joking," I asked, "you want me to go out to a club in a
dress?"
Mom looked at me and said, "I think it's a great idea Joyce, after
all you could use some pointers on being a woman!"
Actually I was somewhat excited about going out as Joyce, yet still
a little worried. "What do you mean pointers on being a woman," I
asked, "I know how to dress, walk and talk like a woman, what else
is there?"
Cindy got that twinkle back in her eyes. "No Joyce, your mom
taught you how to act like a lady, I'll show you how to act like a
woman!" Mom and Mrs. Jacobs were pushing me towards my
room. "Go ahead, get changed," they said, "you're going to enjoy
yourself!"
By now my excitement had pushed my anxiety and possibly my
common sense out of my mind. "If I have to be a woman, I might
as well have fun!" I thought to myself as I hurried to change. I
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stepped out of my skirt, pulled off my top and slipped on a white
camisole I pulled on a tight blue dress with a back slit to make
walking easier and went to meet Cindy.
"You look great!" the other ladies exclaimed as I walked out of my
room. "Every inch a lady!" said Mrs. Jacobs.
"Not for long," Cindy said with a sly smile, "tonight you're going
to see how much fun it is to be a woman!"
Cindy and I said explained to our dad's where we were headed as
we got our purses and jackets. "Be careful Joyce," dad yelled after
me, "don't stay out too late!"
Cindy giggled, "I take it you're daddy's girl!" I had to laugh when I
thought about it, "Yes," I said laughing, "I guess I am daddy's
girl!"
We laughed and talked as Cindy drove to the club. "You really
look great Joyce, wait till the guys see you. They'll knock
themselves out to dance with you!" The thought of being the object
of a guys attention should have frightened me yet I couldn't help
feeling excited! I remembered the dances I had gone to as Jeff and
the competition to impress a pretty girl. Now I was the girl the
guys would be trying to impress! What a thrill that would be!
As we drove Cindy kept trying to reassure me by telling me how
great I looked and to just relax and act naturally. "That's easy for
you to say," I laughed, "it's natural for you to wear dresses and
make-up!" Cindy glanced at me and said, "judging from the way
you acted back at the house I think you'll make a great girl. Wait
until you see how much fun it will be!"
Cindy kept giving all sorts of hints such as relax, put a little more
sway into your step, smile more, let your arms hang free. She told
me to let my skirt ride up just a little when I sat down. "Guys like
seeing your legs!" I told Cindy that I'd try but it seemed
complicated. She laughed and said that the most important thing
to remember was to be relaxed. "Guys are stiff and tense," Cindy
said, "girls are much more relaxed and at ease! Keep smiling, don't
be real suspicious, let a guy buy you a drink and dance with you!"
"Wait a minute Cindy," I said getting quite alarmed. "There's just
no way that I'm ever going to dance with another guy!" Cindy just
laughed at me, "There are no "other guys" Joyce," she said, "just
us girls remember! Girls DO dance with guys you know!"
When we got to the club Cindy introduced me to several of her
girlfriends as "Joyce," a new girl at work. They smiled and
introduced themselves to me never even taking a hard look. They
seemed to accept me as one of the girls! We talked and laughed and
generally had a really fun time. I was a little amazed at how easily
women seemed to get along with someone they had just met. It was
as if we were old friends!
After a little while one of the other girls suggested we get up and
dance. By now the couple of drinks I had consumed were beginning
to have an effect on me, I readily got up with the others and began
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to dance! As a guy I would never have just gotten up and started to
dance without a partner but all the women were doing it so I just
joined in the fun! I was having a great time just dancing alongside
the other girls when a guy walked over and asked me to dance. He
was several inched taller than me and really good looking. I looked
at Cindy who smiled and gave me a thumbs up gesture. Since the
band was playing all fast songs and no other couples were really
dancing very close to each other I agreed. We danced "together"
even though there was at least ten feet between us. I was really
beginning to enjoy myself when the band decided to take a break.
My partner moved next to me and escorted me back to my seat! I
was getting worried but the looks on the faces of Cindy and the
other girls seemed to express approval of my "catch"!
We sat and talked for almost half an hour, just getting acquainted
with each other. My new friend introduced himself as Mark and
said that he had also just graduated from college. Mark had
majored in Accounting and said that he had spent the better part
of the last few months interviewing with companies. He said I was
lucky to get a good job so quickly but that it was easier for a good
looking woman to get a job than it was for a guy. For some reason
this remark really bothered me and I explained that I had gotten
my job because of my skill and not my looks!
Mark apologized and said that he meant it as a compliment. He
was sure I was qualified but somehow it seemed that girls had it a
little easier! Before I could even accept his apology or quit blushing
for that matter, the band had started playing again and Mark was
leading me back to the dance floor! Now I was really getting
nervous, it was bad enough that Mark was holding my hand in his
as we walked but the band was playing a slow number! Next thing
I knew Mark had his arm around my waist and was pulling me
close. I had nowhere to go so I let him pull me close and take my
hand. It was really quite exciting in a way, Mark was holding my
hand in his and had his other arm around my waist, he was an
excellent dancer and somehow was able to make me fell very
relaxed and comfortable! After a few minutes of dancing like this I
felt Mark pulling me closer, I couldn't remember ever feeling so
secure and content so I moved as close to Mark as I could, closed
my eyes, and laid my head against his chest!
I opened my eyes briefly to see Cindy smiling at me! She also had a
found a cute guy to dance with and had snuggled close to him.
This was turning out to be a really interesting evening!
After several slow dances the band took another break. As we were
separating Mark looked down at me and smiled. He was holding me
tightly with both arms but I had no desire to break free. We looked
each other for a moment, then he leaned over and kissed me.
Maybe it was because of the drinks, I don't know and really didn't
care because at that moment I felt so relaxed and feminine. In the
few weeks that I had spent as a woman I had never felt this way
before. I was a pretty girl and Mark was a really cute guy. I put
my arms around Marks neck and returned his kiss! I melted in his
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arms as we kissed.
It seemed like our kiss lasted forever, even though it lasted for only
a few seconds before I realized what was happening. Mark smiled
at me and said, "You're very nice Joyce, I hope we can see more of
each other!"
Talk about charm, this guy could make a Beauty out of a Beast! I
chuckled to myself as I thought, "and that's exactly what he's done
to me!" I couldn't believe that I had just spent an evening dancing
with and kissing another guy! It all happened so quickly and easily
that I seemed to make an effortless transition from guy to girl!
What's more I was thrilled at being a girl! If I had to be a woman
for a few months I was going to enjoy myself, time would run out
soon enough!
We danced a few more dances before Cindy interrupted by saying
that we would have to leave. Mark offered to drive me home if I
stayed but I didn't think that was such a good idea. I wasn't sure
what might happen when we were alone and I had my doubts that
I'd be able to stop him even if I wanted to! Mark walked us out to
Cindy's car and held my door so I could get in. He asked if he
could have my phone number but I said I'd prefer to meet a few
more times at the club. Mark smiled and said, "I'll be looking for
you!" I slid my purse off my shoulder and placed it in the car,
tucking my skirt under me I slid in as Mark closed my door. I
waved good-bye to him as Cindy drove away.
After a moment Cindy laughed and said, "I thought I was going to
have to teach you how to be a woman, but it looks like you've got
that pretty well figured out though! I was wondering if I'd get to be
a bridesmaid!" I began to blush, "I don't understand what
happened tonight," I stammered. "What was I thinking of, kissing
another guy? I've never even thought of such a thing before
tonight!"
Cindy was not about to let me off easily though. "It didn't look like
you thought about it for long tonight either," she said with a laugh.
"I was beginning to picture you walking down the aisle in a
beautiful white gown, with Mark waiting for you at the altar!"
I was really getting upset by this time and had actually started to
cry. "Oh come on Joyce," Cindy said, trying to calm me down. "I
don't think you did anything so terribly wrong! You're just
responding to a guy the way any woman would! My dad wanted a
woman with your skills and that's what he's getting! I told you
that being a woman was fun!"
Cindy handed me a tissue, " Now please stop crying, you'll ruin
your mascara!" I looked at Cindy and smiled, "Thanks for
understanding Cindy," I said. "Oh and by the way," I said
laughing, "don't worry about my mascara, it's waterproof!" Cindy
started to laugh, "You stinker, just for that I hope Mark does
propose!" she said.
"Well in case Mark does get serious could I ask you couple of
questions?" I asked innocently. "Sure Joyce," Cindy said suddenly
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growing very still. "How can I help?" I couldn't resist, "Should I
wear a long train on my wedding gown and would you be my Maid
of Honor?"
Cindy bust out laughing, "I'll get you for this Joyce," she laughed,
"remember we have to work together!" We laughed and giggled all
the way home, I had the best time of my life!
Cindy dropped me off at my house after making me promise to go
out again on the weekend. I took my key from my purse and
opened the door to find mom waiting up for me. "Did you girls
have a good time," she asked. "Meet any cute guys?" Mom had
just been joking about the guys but when she saw the look on my
face she knew it was no joke! "Sit down and tell me all about it
honey," she said, "it helps to talk to someone."
I began to tell her all about the great time I had and how well
Cindy's girlfriends treated me. After a few moments however I
stopped. "Mom," I said, "I'm worried, tonight I forgot that I was a
guy! I was acting just like the other girls!"
Mom took my hand, "what's so terrible about that," she asked.
"You can't very well act like a guy when you're wearing a skirt and
heels!"
"You don't understand mom," I said, "I mean I really forgot that I
was a guy, I acted like a girl and I loved it!"
Mom looked at me and gave a knowing smile, "I understand
completely Joyce," she said. "in the past couple of weeks we've all
worked very hard to make a woman out of you .It's understandable
that you would begin to act like one. We weren't sure how it would
work out but dad and I agreed to support you."
I still didn't think mom really understood though. "But mom," I
pleaded, "tonight I danced with a guy and really enjoyed it! I mean
he was so cute, and tall, I even let him kiss me" Suddenly I realized
what I was saying. "Oh no!" I exclaimed, "would you listen to me!
I'm talking like a high school girl!" I began to cry, "What's
happening to me mom," I asked. "Have I lost my mind! I'm a guy,
not a girl!"
Mom just sat there smiling at me. She took my hand and led me
over to a full length mirror. Pointing to my reflection she said, "I
see a young woman in a skirt, blouse, stockings, and heels! I don't
see any guy here Joyce!" Mom led me back to the living room and
sat next to me on the couch. "So tonight you felt like a woman and
you liked the way you felt, is that right?" she asked. I lowered my
eyes and replied, "yes mom, that's right." My mother reached over
and lifted my chin until I was looking into her eyes. "Don't worry
Joyce," she said reassuringly, " I understand completely. Being a
woman can be a great deal of fun, and being a pretty woman is
even better!"
Mom took my other hand and began to pat them. "I wondered
what would happen once you found out how nice being a woman is.
It's just so completely different than what you were used to as Jeff
that it's easy to get caught up in it!" It was nice of her to be so
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understanding but one thing still bothered me. "Mom," I asked
haltingly, "will I ever be able to be Jeff again?"
I was surprised to hear dad's voice from behind me, we must have
woken him up as we talked. "Mr. Jacob's said this regulation
problem should all blow over after the election," he said. "You can
go back to being Jeff then." He put his hand an my shoulder and
gave it a little squeeze. "That is, if you really want to!"
I was shocked to hear my dad suggest that I might want to stay as
a woman! "Why would you say something like that dad?" I asked.
Dad sat next to mom, looked at me and said, "it's just that you
seemed so happy these last couple of weeks and from what I heard
of tonight you might just want to continue on as Joyce!"
Before I could speak mom said, "that's you're decision of course,
but you are very cute and would make a beautiful woman! We'd be
just as happy to have you as a daughter!"
"I'm not sure what I am right now," I said confused, "how am I
supposed to know what I'll be in the future!" Dad leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek. "You're a lovely young woman right now
sweetheart," he said, "that all that counts! If you feel like a woman
don't let it bother you. Just relax and enjoy your life!"
I went to my room and began to get ready for bed. I thought I'd
grab a quick shower so I got undressed, pulled on a plain cotton
nightgown, grabbed a pair of white panties and headed for the
shower. While I was showering I shaved my pubic hair until it all
that was left was a little patch! I finished my shower and while
drying off I began to look at myself in the full length mirror. I was
thrilled to see that my legs and underarms looked very smooth and
really liked the way my pubic hair now looked! I even found myself
wondering what it would be like to have a real figure. I had plenty
of curves when I was all dressed but I knew that I owed my bustline
to the generous padding in my bra and my shapely little butt to
the design of my girdle! Standing there naked I looked skinny and
shapeless. "Not much I can do about that," I thought to myself.
"Or was there?" I thought with the slightest hint of a smile!
I stepped into my panties and pulled on my nightgown. Walking
back to my room I couldn't stop thinking about Mark and how
much fun I had! When I got back to my room mom was waiting for
me. She handed me a bag from one of the women's stores in town
and said, "Here Joyce, I've been saving this for you, I think you're
ready for it now though!"
Inside of the bag there was the prettiest white nightgown I'd ever
seen! It reached to the floor and had a sheer material that reached
in a deep V from the shoulders to the middle of the front! The
sleeves went out in what was called a cap style and were made of a
delicate lace with a floral pattern. The sheer material in front was
bordered on either side with the same lace pattern! The label said
it was all satin and it felt so silky that I couldn't wait to put it on.
"It's beautiful mom," I exclaimed, "I can't wait to see how it looks
on me, I just know I'm going to feel like a princess in it!"
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Mom smiled at me, I'm sure you'll be gorgeous in it dear," she said.
"I have a couple of other gifts for you that you might want to see
before you get changed!"
Mom handed me a small box wrapped in a beautiful pink paper
and bow along with another bag from the same store the nightgown
came from.
I opened the bag first and was thrilled to find a sheer white robe to
match my new nightgown! The whole robe was sheer except for the
beautiful lace trim around the ends of the long sleeves and on both
sides of the front where it closed with a delicate satin belt! Mom
had also bought me several pairs of white, satin, panties with lace
down the front. I didn't think anything could be better than this
but when I opened the small box I almost fainted. Inside I found
what appeared to be a pair of women's breasts!
"They're for you Joyce," mom said with a smile. "I thought your
outfits would look better if you had a better bustline! Padded bras
or stuffing nylons in them wouldn't look right with some of your
outfits!"
"I love it mom!" I gushed. I gave her a hug and said, "and I love
you too mom!"
"Thanks sweetheart," said mom, "here, let me show you how to put
them on. you can wear them tonight if you like. I think they'd be
great with your negligee!"
I pulled off my nightgown and mom showed me how to place a little
glue around the edges and then position them just right on my
chest. Once I got them on I ran to a mirror to see how I looked
with breasts. I had to admit it, I looked beautiful!
If I hadn't known they weren't real I would have sworn I was
looking at a woman's chest! I turned from side to side to see how
they'd feel and move. They swayed with my every move and even
bounced up and down when I did! I ran to the bathroom, slipped
off my regular panties and stepped into a pair of the satin ones
mom had bought me. They felt so nice on me that I couldn't
imagine ever taking them off! Once I finished admiring my new
panties I slipped on my new negligee. When I looked in the mirror I
was so happy that I began to cry. My breasts held out the front of
my negligee just enough to allow the tops to show through the
sheer material. What really excited me however was to look at my
new nipples contrasted against the white fabric of my negligee!
I hurried back to my room to show mom. "You look lovely Joyce,"
she said, beaming with pride! "Every inch a woman!"
Mom told me that she had bought these things for me just after I
decided to take the job. She wasn't sure how well things would
work out for me so she put them away until today! "After we
talked I decided that you were really getting into being a woman"
she said, "if you're ready to be treated as an attractive woman by a
man you're definitely ready for satin, lace and breasts!"
I hugged her for several minutes, all the while profusely thanking
her for the wonderful gifts! "You've made me feel so good tonight
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mom," I said tearfully, "It's just that I can't make sense of my
feelings!"
Mom wiped away my tears and smiled, "Take your time to sort
things out dear," she said. "There's no rush to make any
decisions." Mom helped cover me up. "We'll talk about it more
tomorrow after dad comes home from work! We'll get you
something low cut to wear so you can surprise him!"
As mom left I began to think about what had happened today. I
felt as though I was approaching two doors, one was labeled
"MEN" and the other "WOMEN" and was being pulled ever so
gently towards the one labeled "WOMEN". I danced as a woman
with a man and had reacted to his advances the way a woman
would have reacted.
Now I was lying in bed wearing satin panties and negligee with a
pair of breasts sticking out of my chest! My mother seemed happy
having a daughter and I was happy being her daughter. I was
moving closer and closer to that imaginary door and I wasn't at all
sure that I wouldn't go through it! I drifted off to sleep with the
delicious feel of my satin nightgown and panties against my skin
and confused feelings in my head!
The next morning when I woke I forgot all about the breasts I was
wearing until I swung my feet out of bed and stood up. Suddenly I
noticed that an extra weight had been added to my chest. When I
looked down through the sheer part of my nightgown I was
pleasantly reminded of mom's gift to me! I quickly put on my robe
and went to have breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen dad
turned to say good morning to me. He nearly dropped his coffee
when he saw me in my nightgown with breasts jutting out!
I leaned over and gave him a good morning kiss and said "morning
dad, how are you today?" Dad had overcome his initial shock by
now and began to smile. "Looks like there's been a change in our
girl here mom," he said. "Quite a change I'd say!"
I feigned embarrassment and clutched at the front of my robe.
"Daddy," I said, "stop looking at my chest, you're embarrassing
me!" Mom smiled and said to dad, "I gave her a few presents last
night, doesn't she look much better this way?" Dad looked at me
again and said, "yes she does dear, she makes a really beautiful
woman!"
I did a quick turn to show off my nightgown, "do you really think
so dad?" I asked. "What do you think about how I look dad?" Dad
took my hand and gave it a little squeeze, "You look lovely Joyce.
How do you like having breasts?"
Mom broke in before I could reply. She looked at dad and said,
"I'm sure she likes them, but she needs some work on the rest of
her figure!" Dad looked at mom, "not much can be done about
that, She'll have to make do I guess. She looks quite good when
she's all dressed. Anyway, were the only ones who see her like this
so it doesn't matter."
"It matters to me dad," I exclaimed, "you're not the one who has
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to wear a girdle under slacks!" Dad stared at me for a moment. "It
was your choice sweetheart, no one forced you to wear women's
clothes remember! Besides, it's like I said, there isn't much that can
be done about your figure besides fake breasts!"
Dad finished his breakfast and went off to work. Mom and I sat
around talking while we finished ours. "What are you thinking of
mom," I asked. "I have a friend Nancy who became a counselor"
mom explained, "she practices near here, maybe we could see what
she has to say." I was a little confused over how mom's friend could
help. "Let's give it a try okay dear?" Mom asked. "I'll set it up,
meanwhile let's get dressed, we have some shopping to do today!" I
had forgotten that mom wanted to buy me a few low cut outfits to
show off in. I finished my breakfast and went to get dressed!
I decided to wear just a pair of slacks and a knit top to the mall, I
didn't want to look overdressed and call too much attention to
myself. I chose a pair of white slacks and a pale yellow knit top for
the shopping trip. I would be relatively comfortable, with the
exception of my panty girdle, and wouldn't look too overdressed. I
took off my robe and nightgown, pulled on a pair of white stockings
and squeezed myself into my girdle. I picked out a pretty, white
satin bra and had a great time fitting my new breasts into the cups!
After I got my bra adjusted and hooked I made a few adjustments
to my girdle and admired myself in the mirror. I thought I looked
quite nice considering what I had to work with. My girdle gave me
a very nicely rounded butt and my breasts filled out my bra just
right! Still I wondered what it would be like to see myself with real
breasts and curves. When I realized what I was thinking I felt very
ashamed and confused. I quickly put those thoughts out of my
mind, mostly for fear of the way they made me feel.
I stepped into my slacks, pulled them up and adjusted the zipper.
After pulling on my top and fixing my wig I added a light touch of
makeup, stepped into a pair of yellow flats and went to meet mom.
Mom told me how pretty I looked and complimented me on my
figure. Noticing my frown she asked what was wrong. "Same old
thing mom," I said dejectedly. "I keep wondering what's happening
to me." Mom smiled, "Don't worry honey," She said. "Everything's
going to be fine."
We set off for the mall with me driving, I had passed my drivers
exam and was now the proud holder of a photo license made out to
Joyce Marie Anders. I got a real kick out of seeing my picture as a
woman and seeing the "F" in the block marked sex!
At the mall we found several pretty tops cut low enough to show a
little cleavage. I also saw an outfit that I felt might make an
interesting addition to my wardrobe. It was beautiful, a satiny
white blouse and a long, soft, black suede skirt. The blouse had
lapels that crossed and buttoned just below the bra line! The skirt
although long, buttoned only to just above the knee. When I sat
down and crossed my legs it would open and fall to either side
giving a glimpse of my legs! I just knew this would be sexier than
anything I owned! When I modeled it for mom she said that I
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looked absolutely stunning!
Needless to say I bought that outfit. Part of me felt odd wanting to
buy such an obviously feminine outfit but I still found myself
wanting it! I mean if a girls mother tells her she looks stunning in
an outfit it must be good!
I was thrilled with my purchases and called Cindy at work to tell
her about them. She said she'd stop by after work so she could see
how I looked in them, I couldn't wait!
Cindy stopped over later that evening to see my new outfits. We
went to my room so that I could model the clothes for her. I hadn't
told her about my breasts figuring to surprise her. "Good lord
Joyce!" she gasped when I modeled one of my tops, "you've got
boobs!"
I couldn't help laughing at her reaction. "So do you, right?" I asked
innocently. Joyce just stared at me for a second before saying, "well
yes I do, but I'm a girl!"
"You mean I'm not?" I asked, pretending to be hurt by her remark.
"it says Female on my drivers license, I've got a closet filled with
women's clothes and drawers full of lingerie!"
"You know what I mean silly, now where did you get those boobs?"
Cindy asked as she began to recover from her shock. I told her all
about moms gifts to me and showed her my new nightgown. "It's
beautiful!" She exclaimed, "I'll bet it feels wonderful to wear!
You're lucky to have such a sweet mother." I smiled thinking of how
lucky I really was, I had parents who understood me and helped me
in every possible way throughout my life. Now I was asking their
understanding as I tried to sort out who I was, Jeff or Joyce.
Cindy got a sly smile on her face and said, "I think you're
becoming more of a woman than you planned on, aren't you?" I
returned her smile. "Only time will tell!" I replied.
We sat and talked for hours before Cindy had to leave. We talked
about a variety of things, work, family, clothes and men! Especially
about clothes and men! I showed her my new skirt and top and she
said she was certain I'd look pretty in it. She winked at me and
asked if I thought about Mark when I was buying it. "Let's just say
he hasn't been that far from my mind!" I giggled.
Cindy finally had to leave but we made firm plans for me to pick
her up at work on Friday. She wanted to introduce me to some of
her friends at work and give me a chance to look around.
I could hardly wait for Friday to come. I couldn't help feeling that
my stomach was filled with butterflies! That afternoon I decided to
take a long, hot bath and give myself the works! I added extra bath
oil to make my skin feel silky soft. Shaving my legs became a
matter of utmost precision and care so as not to miss a single
strand of hair. I even touched up the small patch of pubic hair just
for good measure!
When I finished I slipped into my nightgown and robe and applied
a coat of deep red nail polish to my toenails. Before I polished my
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fingernails I borrowed moms fake nails and painstakingly glued
them on and shaped them. Satisfied with how they looked I
proceeded to polish them with two coats of the same color polish I
used on my toes. I went back to my room to glue my breasts back
on and get ready to meet Cindy.
I decided on a pretty violet dress with half sleeves and a button
front. I decided to really go all out so I changed into a pair of black
panties with lace waistband. A black slip trimmed in lace at the
bodice and hem, and a matching black bra. I fit my breasts into the
cups of the bra and fastened it. A quick look in the mirror made
me feel very sexy and wickedly feminine! I pulled on a pair of tan
pantyhose, slipped on my dress and stepped into a pair of pumps
which matched my dress.
I fixed my makeup to match my mood, lipstick in a little deeper
shade of red than I usually wore, a little more highlighting around
my eyes, extra time taken to curl my lashed before applying
mascara, a just a shade darker blush over my liquid makeup base.
I clipped on a pair of lilac earrings and a necklace to contrast my
outfit, fixed my wig into a little wilder look, sprayed on some
perfume and checked out my look in the mirror. Everything looked
great but I still thought something was missing. I was just missing
the daring look I wanted! Smiling, I unbuttoned the first two
buttons at the top of my dress. If I leaned over just a little much I
could see the tops of my breasts contrasted against the black lace of
my bra. That was it! Now I looked like just like I felt, a gorgeous,
sexy lady!
Mom was surprised when I met her downstairs, "you look great
Joyce," she said as she admired my outfit. "But are you sure you
want to look so sexy?" I flashed a smile at her and said, "I wanted
to see just how much of a woman I could be mom, is there anything
wrong?"
Mom looked at me and grinned, "no Joyce, nothing at all," she
said. "I understand completely! A woman needs to dress like that
now and then!
Wait until you see how men react, it really reinforces that sexy
feeling in you!" That was exactly what I wondered about. I had to
see if I'd really feel like a woman. I also needed to know whether or
not I'd enjoy such a feeling!
I drove over to where Cindy worked and went up to the door. A
guy who was just leaving stopped to hold the door for me. I think
it was as much lechery as chivalry. He made sure he got a good
look at me as I entered. He smiled at me so I thanked him and gave
him a sweet smile! His entire face brightened up and it really made
me feel good to see the kind of effect I had on this poor guy! I
began to think that I could get used to being a woman!
I approached the reception area where Cindy worked and greeted
her. She looked me over and smiled, "somehow I thought you'd get
all done up," she laughed, "as a matter of fact I was counting on it.
I mentioned to several guys that they could meet the new girl this
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afternoon. I'm sure they'll be impressed!"
Cindy took me back to meet her dad first. He seem very impressed
with the way I was dressed and said he couldn't wait for me to
start. Next Cindy took me to meet some of my future co-workers.
Everywhere we went the other women treated very nicely and
welcomed me into the company. The guys made every effort to talk
to me and ask me questions, they wanted to know where I was
from, what school I had gone to, and a thousand other questions.
Cindy laughed as she guided me away from a group of guys that
had gathered around us. "They're not that interested in anything
but keeping you there so they can check you out. You'll get used to
the tricks the guys pull so they can get to know you" I smiled and
thanked her for the tip even though I liked the attention the men
were showering on me!
At the dance we met more of Cindy's friends and once again I was
accepted as another woman. They were all well dressed for an
evening out and I took particular note that none looked like the
"Girl Next Door"! I vowed to be more careful about drinking last I
run into another situation like I did with Mark!
Funny, I just couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. Perhaps it
was because he treated me so nicely and made me feel like the
woman I was learning, or perhaps yearning, to be!
We talked about clothes and I got many compliments on my dress.
Soon the topic drifted around to guys and we talked about what we
liked and disliked in them. We all agreed that there was nothing so
nice as a guy who made us feel sexy and desirable! I enjoyed
conversation so much more as a woman, I could be honest about
my feelings and found that the other girls were truly interested in
what each of us had to say.
When I got home that night I was walking on air! I was having a
wonderful time going out with Cindy, we hit off so well it was as if
we were sisters! It did seem just a bit funny that I had become a
"Girl Friend" to Cindy, but I had no sexual feelings towards her.
We had become best friends as women and that's the way I wanted
to keep it! I took off my wig, removed my makeup and got ready to
go to bed. Soon I would have to go to work as a woman, I was
slightly scared of what that would be like but I knew I couldn't
turn back.
I spent the weekend just lounging around the house in my sweats.
After all the time I had spent getting ready Friday I just wanted to
relax. I really began to understand the old line, "my girdle's killing
me' ! It felt great to be able to get dressed without a girdle, just
panties, a bra of course, and my sweats! Over dinner Saturday mom
mentioned that she'd been in touch with her friend and that I had
an appointment Monday morning. I still didn't understand what
talking to mom's friend would help but I hated to disappoint mom.
Mom and dad both commented on how I'd changed in the past
weeks. "You're much easier to get along with now," dad told me.
"You used to be so stubborn hard to get along with before. Now
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you're so easy going it's hard to believe you're the same person!"
Mom agreed, "I had to force you to help around the house before,"
she said, "now you jump right in to help with the cooking, cleaning,
and shopping!"
I gave them each a kiss and thanked them. "I'm sorry I was such a
bum before," I said, "I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Dad
hugged me and said, "don't worry Joyce, you already have. You've
become the sweetest daughter anyone could ask for! Just do a good
job at work and make us proud of you!"
By the time Monday morning came I was a nervous wreck.
Spending the last couple of weeks as a woman was fun but this was
taking things a step further. Mom kept telling me that it was no
big deal but I still wondered. I was about to call it off but deep
inside I couldn't. So not really sure of what was to come I began to
get ready.
I picked out a blue, jersey dress with a white belt and white pumps.
I chose a light blue half slip and matching bra along with white
stockings. I quickly dressed, did my wig and makeup and went to
meet mom. "Don't worry dear," she said, trying to calm my fears.
"We're just going to try to help you feel better as Joyce. It will be
easier for you to decide what you want then."
That last part piqued my interest! "What does your friend have in
mind anyway mom?" I asked. Mom refused to answer me, saying
that it was best if I talked to Mrs. Lang. I forced myself to relax as
much as possible and got into the car with mom. In no time at all
we had arrived at an office building near where we used to live. I
reluctantly opened my door and stepped out.
Inside we found Mrs. Lang's office and went in. We introduced
ourselves to the receptionist and were told to have a seat. I picked
up a copy of "Ms." magazine and became engrossed in an article on
stretching my wardrobe by using scarves as accessories. Before I
knew it we were being called to meet with Mrs. Lang.
Mrs. Lang was happy to see mom again. They hadn't had a chance
to get together in some time. Looking at me she smiled and said,
"Hello Joyce, it's nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you
from your mom!" She shook my hand and offered us a seat. "I
remember the last time we met Joyce," she said with a warm smile.
"You were a rather awkward fifteen year old boy! Now it seems as
though you're a lovely, confident young woman!" Her smile and
manner was so relaxing that I couldn't help but like this woman.
She said that mom had filled her in on my job offer and the unusual
conditions of employment. "Sounds like you've got a great career
ahead of you Joyce. What can I do to help you?"
I found myself telling this woman how much I was enjoying myself
as a woman, "The only problem is," I said, somewhat ashamed to
reveal this to a stranger. "I'm not sure I should be doing this!"
We talked for almost an hour about how I felt and what I wanted
to do with my life. my initial fears evaporated as time passed. Mrs.
Lang was able to make me feel relaxed and at ease as she asked
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difficult questions about how I felt when others, men in particular,
treated me as an attractive woman. She also asked whether I had
considered staying as a woman. I told her that what upset me most
was that when I guy treated me as a woman I responded to him as
a woman. I even mentioned Mark and how wonderful it felt when
he held me close and kissed me! This I explained caused me to
wonder if I really should consider staying a woman! I had been on
dates as a guy but never felt the way I did as Joyce with Mark!
Mrs. Lang smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. "I understand
your problem Joyce, you seem to be thoroughly enjoying yourself
but feel guilty. Is that correct?"
"Yes ma'm that's correct." I said. "Mom thought that you might
help me decide if what I'm doing is right." Mrs. Lang looked at me
and said, "I believe that your guilt feelings are causing you an
enormous amount of difficulties. If you don't resolve them you'll
never pass well enough to work as a woman. However I'm sure I
can help."
I knew she was right. I was able to pass well enough for short
periods but was terrified at the prospect of spending a work day as
a woman! I wasn't sure I could spend eight hours a day in close
contact with others and be able to convince them that I was a
woman!
Mrs. Lang put her hand on my arm to calm me down. "I believe
that what we need to do is to calm your fears. I'm going to give
you some tranquilizers to accomplish that. Then you'll be able to
concentrate on your job without fear of giving yourself away!
That will also allow you to make a clear decision on what to do
when you no longer have to be Joyce!"
Mrs. Lang then had me lift my dress so that I could be given a shot
to help calm me. I felt my panties, girdle and stockings being
moved and then the quick jab of the needle. She then went into a
side office and returned with a small envelope filled with pills. I was
instructed to take two a day and I would soon notice a difference in
how I felt.
"One last thing Joyce," Mrs. Lang said, "would you mind taking
off your wig? I'd like to see what else can be done for you!"
I carefully removed my wig so I wouldn't have to spend too much
time styling it again. Mrs. Lang looked at my head in front and
back and began to run her fingers through my hair. "How long has
it been since you've had a haircut Joyce?" She asked. "About four
months," I replied, "I was going to have it trimmed but then all
this happened so I put it off."
Mrs. Lang continued to look at my hair. "You know Joyce," she
said, "if you wouldn't mind a shorter style than your wig I really
think you could do without the wig. It would eliminate the fear of
problems with your wig." I told her that I'd like that but I couldn't
imagine walking into a beauty shop and letting them see that I was
really a guy! Once again Mrs. Lang was prepared. "No problem at
all Joyce," she replied. "I can send you to a friend of mine, she's
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very discreet and helpful. She'll fix you up with a very pretty style
that will boost your confidence! No more worrying about problems
with your wig!"
I was thrilled with the thought of never having to worry about my
wig again! Mom was right, Mrs. Lang was certainly being very
helpful and understanding to me. I decided to set an appointment
as soon as possible so I could have my hair done for my first day on
the job!
We finished with my appointment and prepared to leave. Mrs.
Lang said that I should come back on a monthly basis for checkups.
Smiling, she said that she was sure the pills would do their job. She
said that taking the pills without supervision might cause problems.
It made me feel secure and comfortable to see her concern for my
well being!
I was walking on air as we left! I was so happy that tears began to
well up in my eyes. "Thanks mom," I said as I hugged her. "I feel
much better just having talked to Mrs. Lang. I hope these pills
help! Mom looked at me and smiled. "I'm sure they will Joyce."
she said. "I'm sure they will!"
Once home I called to set up an appointment to have my hair done.
I explained that Mrs. Lang had referred me and that I was anxious
to get my hair done for a new job. The lady at the shop told me
she understood completely and that if I was available she could
take me later that afternoon! Excited, I told her that I'd be there!
That afternoon I was pacing so badly that I was driving my mom
up a wall! She handed me my purse and car keys and told me to
get going. "It's always good to get to the beauty shop early," she
told me. "Sometimes they can squeeze you in earlier than they
expected!"
I needed no further encouragement, I was out the door and in the
car in a flash. I pulled up to the beauty shop and realized that I
would have felt better if mom had also come. Mom however had
refused, she said I needed to get used to doing things by myself. I
suppose she was right, but this was all so new to me and I wished
she was there to help.
I walked up to the beauty shop and hesitated before going in. I felt
just a little unsure about actually having my hair done like a
woman. This was actually a physical change! I realized that this
would allow me to relax if I didn't have to worry about my wig.
I introduced myself to the woman in the shop who told me that
she'd be ready for me in about ten minutes. In the meantime I was
to look over a book of hairstyles. I thanked her and sat down to
decide on how I wanted to look. I saw many cute styles all done
with short hair. I finally decide on a curly style that would feather
back from my face. If I had to look like a woman I might as well be
a pretty one!
When my turn came I showed the stylist the picture and was led
over to the shampoo area. The stylist gently removed my wig and
examined my hair. She said that she was sure I'd be pleased with
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my new hairdo and also my new life. "It's a shame more men can't
spend time as women." She said. "It would certainly make them
easier to get along with!"
I explained to her that this was only for a short time, I wasn't
planning to stay this way. She smiled at me and said, "Once you
really get used to it, you'll never want to change back!"
The stylist trimmed a little here and a little there then brushed and
dried my hair. "Take a look at yourself now." She said proudly! I
turned towards the mirror and gasped! My hair looked just great! I
couldn't believe it was really me! I looked great and wouldn't need
my wig! I thanked the stylist for her work and left the shop. I
couldn't wait to show off my new hairstyle!
When I got home mom was thrilled with my new look! "It's perfect
sweetheart," she said. "No one would ever believe that you're not a
woman!" I was both relieved and upset at that. I was afraid of how
deep I was getting into being Joyce yet all the time wanting to look
sexy and attractive as a woman!
Cindy and I made plans to go out one more time before I started
work. Sort of a 'final shakedown' for me! We decided on going back
to the first club and having one last fling before I settled down as a
working girl!
Once again I spent hours preparing myself. I ran a razor over the
few stubs of hair that I had missed just a few days ago. I had
become very conscious of my looks lately. I shaved my legs every
other day whether I would be going anywhere or not. I couldn't
imagine leaving the house without some makeup on although it
seemed as though I needed less than before to soften my features. I
attributed that feeling to becoming used to the way I looked and
feeling more at ease because of the tranquilizers I had taken.
As I went to get dressed I found myself staring at my new wardrobe
and trying very hard to decide which dress would look best on me!
I finally decided to put on a leather mini skirt I had recently
bought along with a silky white shell top. I picked out a pair of the
satin panties mom had given me along with a lacy, white camisole.
I glued my breasts on, put on my bra and panties and checked
myself out in the mirror. Even with all of my misgivings about
dressing as a woman I still felt that I was quite attractive. I pulled
on my stockings and slip and stepped into my skirt. Once I put on
my blouse and got everything adjusted I looked at myself in the
mirror again. No doubt about it, I made a great looking woman!
We were having a great time at the club and before long a couple of
guys asked us to dance. Cindy watched to see if I'd chicken out but
this was to be a major test for me! I danced with several guys,
feeling more and more confident each time. We danced every dance
there was, slow or fast. If it was fast I stayed near my partner and
smiled at him. I tried to make him feel as though he was the only
guy in the world. When we slow danced I willingly moved close and
let them put their arm around my waist. Tonight I was all woman
and I was going to enjoy it! Maybe then I'd be able to sort out my
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confused feelings!
After a few dances I excused myself and went to the ladies room to
freshen up. When I returned I noticed a guy talking to Cindy at
our table. As I approached my heart jumper into my throat, the
guy was Mark! He smiled when he saw me and I could tell from the
look in his eyes that he thoroughly approved of my hairstyle and
especially my miniskirt!
Mark held my chair as I sat down and we immediately began to
catch up on what we'd done since last we met. Soon the band
started again and Mark asked if I'd like to dance. I smiled at him
and offered my hand. Giggling, I replied, "Why thank you kind sir,
I'd be delighted!" Mark laughed, accepted my hand, bowed
graciously, then led me to the dance floor.
As we danced I noticed the same feelings of closeness and warmth
that I HAD when we first met. I relaxed and moved close to Mark,
he held me tight and smiled whenever he looked down at me. I
think that if he had asked me to marry him I would accepted on
the spot! Luckily for me the dance soon ended and broke the spell!
Mark escorted me back to the table and joined my friends and me
for the evening. He was very nice to all of the girls but left no
doubt that he was only interested in me! I began to wonder if this
was what it felt like to be in love. Cindy broke me from my dreams
once again by reminding me that we had to leave. Mark walked us
out to our cars and asked if he could call me sometime. I was
thrilled, without hesitating I wrote my phone number on a piece of
paper and handed it to him. He smiled, put my number into his
pocket, then drew me close for a goodnight kiss.
I offered no resistance as he took me into his arms and kissed me. I
put my arms around his waist and returned his kiss. If this wasn't
heaven I couldn't imagine what was! We stood there for some time
just looking at each other and smiling. Mark then helped me into
my car and I drove off remembering a wonderful time, a great guy,
and a perfect kiss!
Monday morning came soon enough and I readied myself to enter
the working world as a woman. When I got to work Cindy began to
tease me about Mark, she couldn't believe I had given him my
phone number. "What will you do if he calls for a date?" She asked
"Accept!" I replied. Cindy smiled and said, "I think you'd look
terrific in a wedding gown!"
I reluctantly put Mark out of my mind so that I could concentrate
on my job. It was hard enough concentrating when I looked down
and saw myself in a dress, or moved and felt my nylon covered legs
brush against each other. Somehow I managed to keep my thoughts
on my job and found that I seemed to be able to perform well
enough to earn recognition. Clients began to recognize my skills
early and requested my help with special projects. Mr. Jacobs was
thrilled with my work and complimented me often.
After several weeks I noticed that I no longer thought of myself as a
guy pretending to be a girl. My real gender rarely came to mind as
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I lived my daily life. I wore attractive suits or dresses to work and
changed into jeans or sweats when I got home. In the shower I
routinely reached for my razor to shave my legs and underarms.
When I finished I pulled on panties and a nightgown as though I'd
always worn them. I did my makeup and fixed my hair as any
woman would and no one questioned me about it. I couldn't
remember when I had heard the name "Jeff" around my house. I
hadn't worn men's clothes in several months and honestly never
missed them! I had become "Joyce" to my family and I enjoyed
being their daughter.
One evening I answered the phone and was delighted to hear
Mark's voice. He said he had finally a job and wanted to take me
out to celebrate. I accepted his invitation and we made plans for
the weekend. After we hung up it dawned on me that I had just
accepted a date with a guy! I was a little worried since it was to be
just the two of us but once again I found myself looking forward to
being with him. I couldn't understand why I felt so comfortable as
a woman, I figured that the tranquilizers were letting me see a side
of myself that I never knew existed.
It seemed to me as though I could detect just a slight change in my
looks. Maybe it was just my imagination or wishful thinking but
my hips seemed just a little bit wider. Come to think of it I had
noticed that my panties and slacks seemed to fit just a little better
too. Not only that but my hair seemed a little fuller and I rarely
had to shave my face! I considered talking to mom about it but
found myself too busy with work and my impending date.
My hair had gotten long enough to curl so I plugged my heated
curlers in and readied my bath. I ran a hot bath, added scented
bath oil to the water and laid back to enjoy a treat! Mark had
planned on taking me to dinner and a great movie that was
playing, so I decided to wear my gray dress. I thought it would be
just dressy enough for the occasion and sexy enough to hold Mark's
attention!
I reluctantly finished my bath and dried myself off. Looking in the
mirror I thought that my breasts seemed just a little puffy, almost
as if they were growing. I chalked it up to wishful thinking and
started setting my hair. While I was waiting for my hair fixed my
makeup and nails. I did my makeup just like I had the last time I
saw Mark, just a little more, just a little sexier! A dark red nail
polish on my fingers and toes and it was time to take out my
curlers.
I brushed my hair just enough to give it that full, sexy, look. I
loved the way it fell just to my collar in gentle curls! I began gluing
my breasts in place and once again thought my own breasts looked
a little larger. I made a mental note to talk to mom and finished
dressing. A pair of gray pumps, gold earrings, a necklace and
perfume and I was ready!
When Mark arrived I greeted him at the door with a quick kiss
then led him in to meet my family. Mom and dad were very sweet,
they made just enough small talk to pass a few minutes then sent
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us on our way. Mark made a very good impression by holding my
coat while I slipped it on. Later he was every bit a gentleman,
opening my car door, holding my chair as I sat, and doing all he
could to make me feel like special!
Our dinner was terrific, we held hands throughout the entire movie
and I began wondering what it would be like to be Mark's wife! I
began to smile at the thought and when I turned to Mark I saw
him looking at me and smiling too! Could he be thinking the same
thing?
After the movie Mark we stopped for ice cream on the way home.
It seemed so romantic to have this guy order my favorite flavor for
me. When we finally got back to my house we sat and talked in the
car so that we could spend more time alone. When it came time to
finally leave Mark walked me to my door and thanked me for a
great evening. I thanked him by putting my arms around his neck
and kissing him. Mark quickly overcame his surprise, put his arms
around my waist, and drew me close. We stood and kissed for
several minutes before I reluctantly broke it off. Mark gave me a
kiss on the cheek and promised to call me again. I smiled and told
him that I'd be waiting by the phone!
Inside the house I found mom had been waiting in her room for me
to return from my date. She came downstairs and sat with me
while I rambled on like a schoolgirl about her new crush! Mom
listened without a word, she just smiled at me as if to say how
happy she was for me.
After going on and on I finally stopped and looked at mom. "I
suppose that those tranquilizers are really helping me." I said.
What really amazes me though is how I had come to really feel like
a woman. When I danced with Mark I felt very secure and
comfortable. When we kissed it never entered my mind that I was
kissing another guy. Mark made me feel like a woman and I loved
it! I kissed him just as any woman would have responded to such a
wonderful man!
Mom smiled as I finished telling her about my evening and feelings
for Mark. She said she was happy to see that she had made the
right choice for me!
"What do you mean mom." I asked, feeling quite left out. "What
choice did you make for me?" Mom took a deep breath before
replying. "I chose to make a woman out of you Joyce." She said
hesitantly. I was really confused now. "I thought it was my choice
to work for Mr. Jacobs," I said. "What are you talking about?"
Mom looked at me for a few seconds before continuing. "Working
as a woman was your choice Joyce. Making you into a woman was
mine! That wasn't a shot to relax you at Mrs. Lang's office and
those aren't tranquilizers you've been taking for the last few
months." Mom took another deep breath before continuing. "At
my insistence Mrs. Lang gave you female hormones!"
I couldn't believe it, without any discussion mom had been turning
me into a real woman! She explained that the initial shot had been
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to "chemically castrate" me, it prevented my body from
manufacturing more than the slightest amount of male hormones.
The pills then supplied my body with female hormones which
would give me the appearance and mental attitude of a female!
I asked her about my developing breasts and fuller hips. She said
that yes, they were also a result of the hormones. She explained
that by now I had enough female hormones in me to make my
system believe that I was really female. My body was building up
fat and muscle as a woman would and that if I kept it up I would
soon have the figure of a female my age!
I was shocked but still intrigued! I was beginning to look like a
woman and I couldn't deny that I felt like a woman, Mark proved
that to me. Apparently I looked and felt this way because of the
hormones but it didn't change the fact that I was happier than I
ever had been! I had almost completely forgotten that I had spent
over twenty years as a male. Everyone treated me as if I had grown
up as Joyce and I truly enjoyed it!
I walked over to mom and gave her a hug. "Thanks mom," I smiled.
"Thanks for helping me to be the girl I should have been!" Mom's
face brightened. "You mean you're not mad at me?" I just laughed,
"not at all mom. I've never been happier than I have since I became
a girl! If it's okay with everyone, I think I'll just stay this way!"
Mom was thrilled, she promised to straighten everything out with
dad but that I'd have to let Mr. Jacobs know. I wasn't sure how
things would turn out but I promised to talk to him on Monday.
Monday came a bit too quickly for me and I was a little
apprehensive as I dressed. I couldn't help but wonder what Mr.
Jacobs would think of me when I told him that I had decided to
remain as a woman, The more I thought about it however the more
I became convinced that he wouldn't mind. After all, I'd still be an
unemployed guy today if it weren't for him!
I picked a Teal colored suit to wear with a matching bra, panty, and
garter set in a lighter shade of green. I decided to wear stockings
instead of pantyhose in hopes of bolstering my confidence as a
woman. After a quick shower I put in my electric curlers and began
to dress. Looking in a mirror I smiled as I noticed how my body
had begun to change. My breasts were still small for a woman but
definitely noticeable. They looked more like a teenage girls
although the nipples had certainly become larger. I was wearing a
34B bra with just a slight bit of padding. My waist seemed to be a
little smaller while my hips definitely appeared wider. Looking
behind me it seemed quite appearant that my butt had become a
little fuller and rounder. No doubt the hormones had certainly
begun to have an effect on me!
Mom had explained that I would probably notice some changes in
my feelings, that I might feel happy at one moment then experience
sadness of no reason. She explained that these feeliongs would soon
disapear as my body became accustomed to the female hormones.
She smiled when I asked about my feelings towards Mark
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explaining that they were also a result of the hormones. I was well
on my way to becoming a woman and I was thrilled!
I slipped my arms into my bra and after fastening it positioned my
breasts into the cups. Adjusting the straps I smiled as I noticed the
tops of my breasts above the lacy cups. I slipped on my garter belt
and panties and rolled my nylons up my legs. I remembered the first
time I put stcokings on, it was such a wonderful silky that I found
myself wishing I had started to wear them years ago. I fastened a
pair of sheer white nylons to my garters and pulled on my panties.
I decided on a cream colored half slip and camisole with a sheer
white blouse to wear with my suit. I did my eyes with subtle shades
of green to match my outfit, curled my eye lashes and emphasized
them with brown mascara. I plucked a few stray hairs before
highlighting my brows, used a light pink blush and a wine colored
lipstick. I pulled my skirt on, tucked in my blouse and took out my
curlers. I brushed my hair out into soft, collar lenght curls and
clipped on a pair of Jade green earrings. After a quick spray of
perfume I slipped on my jacket and stepped into a pair of white
pumps. The image in the mirror was that of a young professional
woman confident in her Feminity!
Mom and dad both complimented me at breakfast telling me ho
pretty I looked. It wasn't the same as hearing it from Mark after a
lovely evening and a romantic kiss but I appreciated it! I finished
eating, touched up my lipstick, picked up my purse and headed for
the bus stop.
I met some neighbors at the bus stop and chatted while we waited.
These people never knew me as Jeff, to them I was the young
woman engineer who lived in the neighborhood. Several older
women complimented me on my outfit saying that it was nice to see
that I could be professional and yet remain an attractive woman!
Arriving at work I locked my purse in my desk and went to see Mr.
Jacobs. As a always Mr. Jacobs was happy to see me calling me his
favorite engineer. He asked me to have a seat and tell him what
was on my mind.
I hesitantly explained to him about the hormones and that I had
decided to stay as Joyce asking if that might affect my position with
his company. To my delight, he broke into a broad smile and said
that I had just solved a problem for him! It turns out that he had
felt guilty about encouraging me to become Joyce but wondered
how he could afford to lose "Joyce" when I decided to be Jeff again.
I was only to happy to sure him that he'd never have to worry
about losing "Joyce", I had no intentions of ever going back to
being "Jeff"! We both laughed when he said that this had solved
two problems - he had needed a woman and I needed to be one!
I left his office walking on air! I had an assurance of a job for as
long as I wanted it, possibly becoming the head of the company
when Mr. Jacobs retired! I had been man enough to become the
woman he needed and he was going to make sure it was a good
decision! I had a great job, a wonderful family, good friends, even a
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guy who thought I was the most wonderful woman on earth! What
more could a girl want out of life?
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