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It All Started at the Health Club

by Hope Eternal Reigns

Now:

My bra wire is digging into that soft spot under my right arm, it feels like a dull knife stabbing me. It will feel SOOOOO good to get home and be able to take it off. BUT, with breasts the size of mine, I need the support. It isn’t that they are all THAT big, C cup, but, step aerobics are just a little too much bounce without some ‘dampening’. I can’t believe I forgot to pack a sports bra in my bag this morning, I never forget to bring it. Stupid!

I am SO glad I was able to find that place that sells dance shoes, regular heels just can’t take the stresses of high-impact aerobics. I know the management doesn’t like me wearing hard-soled shoes, it isn’t easy on the floors, but they are ALL men, with what these three and a half inch heels do for my legs and ass, NONE of them will ask me to change.

I sometimes wish there were fewer windows in this room, but what the heck, I like to watch the girls work-out too. Beautiful bodies bouncing to the beat, luscious curvy flushed sweaty bodies pushing on in spite of the fatigue, what’s not to enjoy?

I’m getting MARRIED Saturday. My dress is SO pretty, I cried when I went for my final fitting. It is warm white satin, sleeveless with a low décolletage, from the front it looks as if it has a snug bodice with princess seems, it flares over my hips and continues to the floor, but the back is open to the top of my hips. The organza of my head-piece spreads out in back to allow only hints at bare skin. The dress has a clean simple look, I was going for a timeless elegance rather than frill. I have a gorgeous blue sapphire pendant and ear-ring set, in white gold, that will so focus people’s attention just a few inches above my breasts. Mandy will just flip when she sees me. I love her so much, I’m so happy. I wonder what her dress will be like? Our going away outfits match, I get SUCH a rush by dressing as twins, she is SO beautiful. “Please pass me a tissue? Wait, better make it a couple.”

Then:

“Oooh look at that one. Wouldn’t you like to help bounce those babies for her?” Thank goodness the fact that I was jogging on the tread-mill kept any reaction I might have from becoming too obvious. Those ‘girls’ in the aerobics room probably wouldn’t be able to see much and if they did it might just be a GOOD thing, they were HOT.

“Better watch what you say, over half that group are REAL ball-busters.”

“What can they do to me? They can’t hear what I’m saying anyway. Even if they did hear me they haven’t got any legal grounds to even ask for an apology. Besides I’m off, on vacation in …” I checked my watch, “twenty-two hours and forty-five minutes, after which I’m moving to Winnipeg to head up the new ‘Diversity’ branch of the HR division of my company there. I’ll be out of here before any of them ever starts to get upset, let alone start heating things up for me.”

“I’m just saying, watch out. Those women seem to have an ability to have their ‘detractors’ change their minds.”

“What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Just that, I’ve never heard of anyone saying anything untoward about any of them more than once.”

“Huh? Aw hell they spend more time worrying about their hair and make-up than about who is watching. I mean the whole reason they WEAR those sexy outfits and all that make-up and spend so much time on their hair; is so we WILL watch them. Besides that, there is NOTHING to worry about, they would probably wreck their prettily manicured nails if they ever had to lift more than a pot full of water onto the stove.”

“And YOU are supposed to head up a ‘Diversity’ branch? I wish you luck, buddy.”

I’ll just bet you would like me to fill in the middle part of this story a little, eh?

Well, after I left the guy on the tread-mill I saw the ‘girls’ heading for the change rooms and ‘sort of’ gave an under-my-breath wolf whistle. I think they heard me because several of them turned to scowl at me.

After cleaning up I was walking to my car and noticed a CD clamped under my wind-shield wiper. Now, I’ve heard of all kinds of marketing techniques; but a CD? That needs a little investigating. The title was the first draw.

What Women REALLY Want: und……….

The last part of the title was somehow too badly smeared to be legible but I was hooked. I inserted the CD in my car player even before I started the engine and listened to the music all the way back to my place. It wasn’t that the music was exactly to my taste, but something about it just made me kind of want to keep listening. I stopped at KFC, and the beer store for one of my standard suppers; take-out and beer. Once home I was so into that CD that I even took it into my apartment with me so I could continue listening all evening. For some reason I could only eat about one third of the food I had bought for myself. I threw the rest in the waste bin, it would otherwise have gone to waist. The whole time, that music just kept playing. There was just ‘something’ about it that seemed to grab me and I kept it on.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch listing to that CD, but it didn’t matter, today was my last day here in Regina and the company was paying my moving costs and had allowed time off, with pay, to survey ‘apartments for rent’ in Winnipeg and sign my lease. The moving company would be coming in here Monday while I was off to Vegas. I had nothing to do for the next two weeks, not even packing, so I had planned to drive down and just rent a hotel room where-ever I felt the urge.

It was more my pattern of habit than any sense of obligation that had me at the ‘sweat-shop’ again after work, for weight training today. I switch off – jogging one day and weight the next. I didn’t see the ‘girls’ that evening but afterward on my wind-shield, there was another CD. I kind of wondered why someone would leave a second CD for me and just glanced at its title.

Women’s Bodies and What makes them Com……..

There was some smearing again, this time in mid word, but what there was of it had my complete attention. COMPLETE attention, if you know what I mean? I listened to the CD all the way home again, but I stopped at the grocery store on the way to pick up something for supper. When I got home I fixed myself a salad for supper with a glass of mixed vegetable juice and listened to that second CD all evening, just as I had the first one last night.

I woke up on the sofa again with the music still going, again. It just seems so soothing and …

There was a knock on the door. I went to answer it and as I opened it there was a cloud of something I breathed in and …

As I opened my eyes I noticed that I was in what seemed like it might be my new suite in Winnipeg, but with some changes... Pretty changes. The flowers were a nice touch, I wonder if the landlady left those for me as a ‘house warming’.

I went to have a shower and shaved my legs and underarms. I could hardly believe the number of nicks and cuts I got. One would think I had never done that before, luckily it was cool enough I wouldn’t have to ‘show any leg’ at this time of year. After patting myself dry I wrapped a towel around my hair, I had to try 3 times before the thing stayed in place. I put on my panties and bra, well, I tried to put on my bra. It seemed EXCRUCIATINGLY difficult to get it closed behind my back today for some reason. I took it off to see if the hooks were bent or something, but it was fine, looked like a new bra as a matter of fact. After four more tries I finally got it hooked. Next came my hair, though I was going to the stylist today I still had to have it look presentable to be able to go outside the apartment. What happened to me last night, my hands and arms didn’t seem to be able to have the blow-drier and brush do anything they are supposed to do to get my hair looking pretty. I finally gave up and tied a scarf over my unruly mop. In a minute or two I will scream, I mean a woman should be able to put on a pair of pantyhose without snagging and ruining 2 pair first. What is with me today?

I was just ready to go when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find two very pretty women whom I was sure I recognized from the aerobics class.

“Hello Mr. Dahl. I’m Jenny and this is Gail. We’re here to wake you up and show you what has happened to you. Once we have briefed you we can answer all your questions. May we come in?”

“Well, I was just on my way to see my hair stylist, but please. Come in.”

“Thank you, I’m sure your stylist will wait.”

“May I take your coats? Please sit. Would you like coffee or tea?”

“Coffee would be lovely, thank you.”

“Tea for me, if it isn’t too much trouble?” asked Gail.

Now Mr. Dahl, the reason we are all here is to adjust your attitude toward women. Oh thank you just a little cream, thanks. You have been put into a trance, that started when you listened to those two CD’s with subliminal messages, to think of yourself as a woman.”

“WHAT???? That isn’t possible, I KNOW it isn’t possible to make anyone do anything against their will.”

“That’s true. The answer to that difficulty is really quite simple though, just change the person’s will first. That was why we had to get you to listen to BOTH of those CD’s and the last week of deep sleep therapy. The fact that you are sitting here, Mr. Dahl, wearing that pretty white skirt, pink blouse, taupe pantyhose, white heels and I assume, pretty, feminine lingerie; proves that you have in fact, altered your way of thinking and are fully under our control.”

“I’m what? I’m wearing….”

When I came to I was lying on my bed and Gail was on one side while Jenny was on the other.

“Today Gail will administer your first estrogen shots, one in each cheek and an androgen blocker. After this you will take an estrogen pill every morning for the rest of your life and a testosterone blocker for the next six months or so.”

*Like hell I will!!!* “Why would I do that?” *NOT ON YOUR LIFE BABY!*

“Why? You will do it because they will stop your testosterone poisoning and allow you to go through female puberty. When your female puberty is past you will have a lovely feminine figure with a beautiful pair of breasts of your very own. Now you have upset me though so you WILL plead with us to be so kind as to give you your shots.”

*Not in a million years, bitch!* “Oh Goddess, I’m so sorry. Would you PLEASE give me my shots?” *WHAT!!!*

“Well, that’s better. Now please lower your pantyhose and panties and lie down, face down, on the bed for your shots.”

*Go play in the traffic!* I lifted my skirt and pulled my pantyhose and panties down and lay down on the bed with my tushie in the air. *What the HELL!!* I felt a cold swabbing of each cheek and then a SHARP pain as I was injected with things there was NO WAY I wanted, not in me anyway. Well they could NEVER make me take those damned pills every morning.

“I have to be in Winnipeg in two weeks. If I don’t show up there will be a hell of an investigation.” *Ha, chew on THAT.*

“Oh, we know all about your new position. You ARE in Winnipeg and your employer is expecting you, that is, the new – transitioning you, to start work next week. We’re sure, that as head of the ‘diversity’ branch, you will be MUCH more effective as a transitioning transsexual than you would have been as a chauvinistic male. One of our members is one of your new co-workers.”

*Shit, I can’t believe it.* “How do you know so much about me?”

“We have been watching you for quite some time now and realized that the only way you would have compassion for women would be if you became one.”

“You can’t do this. I have rights. People will find out and you will all go to jail.”

“Let me ask you a question. Do you want to have a sex change operation?”

*Fuck you! NO WAY!* “Oh Goddess, yes, it is my fondest wish. If I can’t get into the program soon I don’t know if I can live with myself.” *WHAT THE FUCK!*

“Are you sure? That is a big step. But if you are sure; our organization has an endowment fund that can provide financing to help people like you transition.”

*NO!! NO!! NO!!* “Oh Goddess, please, please, please, tell me how can I get in on this program?”

“Please rest assured you are already in the program and you are scheduled for your SRS in six months.”

*What the hell is SRS?*

“I see by your face you don’t recognize the acronym for sexual reassignment surgery, commonly known as a sex change operation. They will change your crotch, surgically, to look exactly like mine. With the changes the hormones will have produced in the rest of your body by that time, only your gynecologist will be able to tell you were once male. Well, a DNA test would be able to tell too, but the important thing is, to the general public you will be ‘all girl’.

“Please let me go. I’ll never think any nasty thoughts about women, ever again.”

“Of course. You are free to go, there are no hand-cuffs or chains. If I remember correctly you said you had an appointment with your hair stylist shortly. While you are there you will also begin the laser hair removal, from your face first and then your whole body except for your scalp and narrow, feminine eye-brows, oh and your lovely lashes of course. The organization likes to help all our ‘new girls’ with their daily prettiness routines. We would hate for you to miss your session.”

“Oh Goddess, what else?”

“Well, now that you ask, I think you should wear a corset. It would train your waist and give you a much more feminine figure. --- I ORDER you to wear a corset every day for the next six months and after that too as needed to maintain your waist at twenty-two inches. You will corset train yourself to at most twenty inches. You may go down to eighteen inches if you like. That should give you quite a nice figure in a leotard or bikini. Oh, don’t look at me like that. YOU WILL wear leotards to your aerobics classes which you will attend at least four times a week from now on, oh and wear your corset under the leotard for the first 100 sessions, that will train your figure much more quickly. You WILL go swimming at least twice a week, wearing a bikini. You will go to the beach, wear a bikini sun-bathing for several hours each time, an average of at least five times a month, from mid-May until mid-September. You will not wear a corset with your bikini. I might suggest fitting your bikinis properly with all the water-sports you will be doing, it might be embarrassing if they slipped off, up or down, as you either dived or jumped into the water.”

“Hey!” Said Gail. “That looks like fun.” Looking at me, “You WILL wear only ‘baby dolls’ as sleep-wear from now on. You WILL always wear foot-wear with at least three inch heel-lift. You can NEVER wear pants, slacks, Capri pants or shorts of any kind again, only skirts or dresses.”

“Stop!” yelled Jenny. “We don’t want to build a caricature here. We’re trying to build a well-adjusted woman.”

“Sorry.” said Gail. “I guess I kind of got carried away, but those traits won’t hurt, will they?”

“I just hope all these orders don’t come back and bite us in the ass. What-ever happens, Gail, you know we can’t undo any of the orders given here without retracing things right to the beginning. That’s the way the whole trance works.”

Turning to me, Jenny spoke clearly, “Your name is no longer Kenneth, it’s now Barbara and WILL stress to anyone you are introduced that your friends call you Barbie. You WILL transition to fully female as soon as you can and you will use any and every product available to enhance your breasts until they are a full C cup.”

“Is there anything else?” Jenny mused.

“What about the nails, make-up and hair?”

“Some of that has already been implanted with the therapy, but it wouldn’t hurt to re-enforce it. You WILL always keep your hands properly manicured with pretty nail-polish and your feet too. You MUST wear make-up when-ever you leave the house, properly adjusted for each outing or event. You MUST always arrange your hair as soon as possible each morning and have it properly done for any outings or events, checking it often to make certain it hasn’t become disarrayed. There that should be all.”

“Pierced ears? Clip-ons are so…”

“Oh, OK, You WILL have your ears pierced twice in each earlobe and maintain them properly. You will always wear pretty ear-rings. Have them pierced within two weeks.”

“You will NOT remember our conversation here today, but you MUST follow all the orders given.”

I felt as if a band had tightened around my brain. I had a queasy feeling I might soon look like a very ‘wasp-waisted’ girly-girl.

“Our organization will be keeping you under surveillance for the next year or so. If we see that you are getting into any trouble we’ll be there to help. Now one last time, are you SURE you want to be a woman, a pretty woman?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.” *NOT!!!*

As the two ladies left, I KNEW something had happened to me but for the life of me I couldn’t think what it might have been.

The next few weeks were HELL! There were so many physical changes. It seemed my body was constantly in pain. It took weeks to get used to wearing heels all day long. Doing aerobics in a corset … and heels?... well I’ll just leave that to your imagination. Swimming in a bikini is MOST embarrassing in a public pool, especially if you have nothing to fill the top out the way it should be filled and something extra in the crotch, that no amount of tucking or folding could hide effectively in the bottom of a modern bikini. As luck would have it, Amanda Orrs, one of my co-workers had a private indoor pool. She took pity on me as she knew I was transitioning and I told her that I just HAD to swim a couple of times a week. When she asked why I insisted on wearing a bikini, when a one-piece with maybe a little skirt on it would, at least partly, have solved my problem, my mouth opened and closed several times but I couldn’t think of what to say. She got quite upset at that point, for no reason I could come up with, something about ‘teaching lessons’ to some people. After that she actually made a schedule for me to swim at her house twice a week.

Who knew? Even the diversity officer for the company has to adhere to the dress code. For women, and transitioning MtF’s, that meant; skirt-suit or dress, shear hose and minimum 2” pumps, all year round. I didn’t really mind, skirts and dresses were all I had anyway and 2” would feel like flats to me if I could ever even walk in them. Surprisingly, the dress code actually was easier on me than the other girls in the company, I mean I HAD to wear skirts or dresses and heels anyway and with the code in place there were no questions about why I was always dressed so femininely.

It is amazing how little protection pantyhose are from Winnipeg winter winds and how DAMNED hot they are in the summer. Thank the Goddess for laser hair removal, those first few weeks making sure my legs were shaved weren’t fun. Pantyhose itch, you know, if you have hairy legs? Changing to thigh-highs in the summer helped some with the heat and they are pretty sexy. Sandals helped too, but that meant the more expensive flimsier nude-toe hose.

I don’t even want to talk about fashion clothing in the dead of winter, who-ever designs those clothes was NOT a woman living in Winnipeg in the winter. And foot-wear? I know they look really feminine and sexy but fashion boots do NOT keep your feet warm at the bus-stop when the temperature gets below -20 C. (let alone – 40 C) The hell of it is, that it is nearly impossible to find WARM boots with heels.

After two years everything seemed to settle into a routine. Though not always the most comfortable, I became completely used to wearing my clothes and shoes. Other women often wondered why I dressed and acted so prissy, but that didn’t prevent them from becoming dear friends. Many women shook their heads at me for wearing a skirt to a picnic, I had stopped even trying to explain myself. I was pretty and curvy enough that no-one ever thought of me as anything but female. I learned a few truths about women, their bodies and fashion along the way.

I now have a whole different impression from bras, garter-belts and corsets from what I though before this all started. Oh sure, they do great things for my figure and sexiness but after more than four or five hours wearing them they feel more like torture devices than sexy lingerie. Plain bras and panties are just clothes, were-as pretty lingerie helps to make me feel sexy and pretty even while doing something as mundane as the dishes.

Breasts are really just glandular lumps on my chest, OK well except for those times when the love of my life turns me into jelly by stimulating them and my new plumbing is just different from the old stuff, not better or worse, just different. It takes longer to reach orgasm but getting there is half the fun AND the peaks seem higher and MULTIPLE. (Yup, I’m one of the lucky ones.) The loss of the ability to procreate, well……

Becoming a woman was the best thing that ever happened to me… MOSTLY. Though when I see what my love goes through with her period each month I’m glad I wasn’t born that way, almost. When she has her period I sometimes feel a high that is even better than sex when I can massage the tension out of her back and lend her the warmth of my body as I cuddle into her back all night long to ease  her discomfort.

There are times when I see a young mother nursing her baby and I ACHE to have a baby of my own nursing from me. Who knew I would get the brooding/nesting urge? Those are the times my love has to spend hours listening to me sob as I cry on her shoulder.

I still love to look at women, especially one in particular. Mandy is SOOOO sexy I get all squishy and quivery when I think about her. I’m not sure how she knows so much about my body but it sure makes me happy that she does. I also love learning about her body, she says I’m a good student. *blush* The more I learn the more I’m able to please her and therefore the happier I am. I haven’t quite managed to learn the lesson where she can turn me into a quivering puddle of sex by just unclipping and rolling a stocking down her leg, but she has promised to keep demonstrating for as long as it takes. (Her shapely leg poised, the thigh horizontal, knee bent at 90 degrees, with just the toes of her highly arched foot resting on a chair while she EVER so slowly –caresses- her silky stocking from her soft smooth shapely thigh, the exquisite sensuous skin being revealed in such a way as to make each millimeter seem a work of art all in its own right, framed between her caressing fingers, the top of her smoky silky stocking and the saucy drape of her skirt, while the milky white skin of the inner thigh of her other leg is just visible above its stocking top in the shadow of her shirt which has ridden up almost to her hips…) I am quite sure that this is one lesson it will take me my whole life to master. – Or should that be mistress? Oh Goddess, I hope she will demonstrate it for me tonight? (I might have to begin wearing panty-liners if I keep thinking about her in this way.)

Does it seem a little warm in here?

You’re probably wondering what happened to my attitude?

Well I obviously couldn’t beat them and joining them had already happened, at least in the physical sense. Some of the restrictive orders are a little prissy, but I have gotten to like being a girly-girl, and even more important, Mandy, the love of my life, likes me being a girly-girl.

I like my body now, I like to show it off, but I do have to be careful. Men, well some men, don’t respect us the way we deserve. With a certain organization lurking around, I’m sure glad I’m not one of them.(Not any more at least)