A little bit of background before I begin divulging the profoundly sensitive experience that occurred when a longtime family friend discovered my cross dressing. I will refer to the family friend as Sam who was an elderly widower (since passed) whom our family has known for 20 years. Our family lived in the same area as Sam but moved out of state about 6 years ago. We still have remained close though, and I have stayed with him over the past few years since, I still have business connections in the area.

Sam’s immediate family other than one daughter lived about three hours away and generally visited about once a month. Since losing his wife he has had one romantic interest but she had to move across country due to her illness to live with her family, as they were the primary care givers.

I most recently stayed with him about two months prior to his discovery of my cross dressing. It was during this visit that I had lost a USB stick with some pictures of me in feminine attire, while I was staying with Sam. The loss of the USB stick led to a heart stopping email and eventually to a close empathetic relationship between my feminine side and Sam.

As I said, it started with the loss of the USB stick. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me I did not notice that it was missing from my computer bag until I received that fateful email. Upon opening the email I saw it was a message from Sam asking if I had left behind a USB stick. At first it didn’t occur to me what it was, but a quick look into my bag showed me that I had left the one that had the pictures on it at his place. I surmised that he probably found it while cleaning the room.

As my heart pounded and the blood drained from my head I quickly typed out a message that told him not to put it into his computer since it contained a virus that would crash and ruin his computer. He should further throw the stick into the trash to ensure it didn’t get used. I apologized in the email saying I thought that I threw it into the trash myself but must have missed.

I sent the email and anxiously and waited for a reply. I was overwhelmed with relief when a few hours later he simply replied OK. Feeling relieved for having dodged that bullet I put it out of my mind and continued with my work.

I received a second message from him though that explained that he had already put the stick into his computer and he hoped that he didn’t infect it. He continued to state that he did look through the files to see whose they were and looked at some of the photos of an attractive woman. In his next line he stated that he thought he recognized the woman and would like to meet her if it was possible.

At that moment my heart leaped again, and all I could respond with, I will get back to you on that. For the rest of the day my head spun as to what I should do. I kept looking back at the message he sent and its implications were clear that he knew that the woman in the pictures were me. I had a sleepless night but my thoughts kept going back to the line saying that he would like to meet her.

In the morning I wrote a cryptic message back acknowledging that I too knew her, and that maybe we should talk about this. I felt that there was a slight chance that he might not have put me in the picture and this would give me an out if needed. I sent it and waited. He came back and said to give him a call when I was ready.

During the next few days, my mind kept going through various scenarios that could explain the pictures. I thought first a sister, no he knew both, a cousin possibly but I still needed to figure out why I had the pictures. I thought that I was coming up with a plausible story when my sister mentioned to me that she had talked to Sam a few weeks ago. She said he sounded a bit lonely and they talked a bit and he wanted to know if she still had that lovely necklace that he and his wife had given to her.

At that point I knew that he knew the whole story since I had borrowed that necklace from her without her knowing it and wore that necklace in one of the pictures. I was sort of a relieved to know that he did know and did not mention anything to her.

Now that I had the full understanding of the situation, I decided to give Sam a call. I was keen to understand the meaning of his message of wanting to meet Barbara (my fem name). When I called, I first started with small talk and then let him lead the conversation.

He started by again apologizing for snooping on the files but said that the woman in the pictures drew him in and he couldn’t stop looking at them. He then said that after looking at them a couple of times he saw the necklace and things began to fall into place. There was a long pause after this revelation. He then said that he then noticed the similarity and was even more intrigued and made a decision to ask me to meet her if at all possible.

I took a moment to think about what he said before I came back with answer, I then said that I could arrange a video chat with her and him in about a week to discuss this further. He readily agreed and said he would be waiting for it. I thanked him and we said our good byes.

At this point I was not totally sure of how to proceed but I had the feeling that he did truly want to meet Barbara. I sent him an email giving him instructions on how we would proceed with the video chat. One of the things that I stated was that she was my sister and I was going to let her make all the decisions. He replied with “great and asked when will I get to see her?”.

I had a free afternoon coming up that had the house free and gave me time to get changed and hold a private conversation. Once I set the date it seemed that I was a bit more focused and relaxed. The afternoon of the call though I did start to get butterflies in my stomach but I managed to focus on my makeup and presentation.

I am not sure what he expected when he came on, but I was sitting there on the screen and introduced myself as Barbara the sister of his friend. Sam’s first comments took me a bit by surprise and made me blush when he stated “boy you are hot’.

I stammered a thank you, and he began to give me multiple compliments of how much of a woman I was. He then went into how he longed to meet me in person and asked when (not if) it would be possible. I then took over the conversation stating that it could be possible under certain conditions that my brother would iron out. Then I threw in that it would be a pleasure to meet him in person. With this he smiled very warmly and said thanks.

He said that he would wait for Barbara’s brothers reply, and this ended the conversation. Somehow what seemed like only seconds, had lasted nearly 20 minutes. I have to say that I was flattered by his comments and excited by the thought of appearing to him in female mode.

When I talked about visiting Sam with my sister, she thought that it would be a good idea. She said that she was worried about him and that he sounded really depressed and that it might be a good idea for me to stay over for a few days. I was a bit stunned at this remark but agreed that I should spend some time with him.

I proposed a date a couple of months from then and he said that would be good timing and suggested moving the date back by a week. I agreed since this timing would also allow me to get my preparations in order. I then made plans to prepare myself, a bit of weight loss, full body waxing and some purchases.

I had heard about IPL laser hair removal devices, so I bought one for hair removal on my face. I started my home treatment about a month and half before my visit and after about a month my sister noticed that I looked a bit different. I told her I switched to a new razor type that got closer to removing the beard. Touching my face, she said like the soft smooth feeling so that gave me the green light to continue with its use.

As it got closer to the visit, I emailed Sam and laid out ground rules, I would leave if either felt uncomfortable, I would be from the time that I arrived, always a woman. I would arrive and depart as a woman and to be always in female character.

If at any time he felt that he was uncomfortable with Barbara he would tell Barbara and she would leave and we would not discuss the event again. He agreed and we set a time for the visit. The time he gave me he said might also be helpful to him but he did not elaborate about this at that time.

When the visit was a few weeks off I got to work in earnest, in making preparations. I had some funds that I was saving to make some new purchases with, so I thought this would be a good time to spend them. I went all out spending close to five grand and was overwhelmed a bit when I counted all of the items that I purchased.

One of the things I got was an artificial latex bottom with padding and showing a female exterior capable of going to the toilet along with other attributes. I also got a new set of adhering breast forms and a breast plate that I could sleep in. These along with a few other feminine shape items, I had shipped to Sam’s place so I would not have to lug them with me. He had no problem with accepting the delivery and said that they would be waiting for me there.

I must admit about two weeks before my visit I started to get cold feet and thought about backing out so I phoned Sam. He listened to my concerns about being the woman that he anticipated and that when I turned up, I would actually be a disappointment to him. His reply was to come and see what happens and that I was already the woman that he expected. This eased my concerns but it still was in the back of my mind.

The week prior to my visit I had my complete body waxed so I would be completely hairless when I arrived. This also gave me a chance to start using the IPL device on the rest of my body which gave me some good results. The night prior to my meeting I arranged to spend the night at a hotel after landing at the airport. In this way I would be already in girl mode and fully dressed when I met him.

The morning of my intended visit I was at the hotel and I awoke early with some butterflies and apprehension. I began to calm myself with my routine of revealing the woman that I am. For shape wear, I decided to wear my faux vagina, hip pads, attached breast forms and corset.

While in the shower I checked for stay hairs and found none and was pleased with the way the waxing worked. The night before I had done my finger nails (acrylic) and toes so I was a bit ahead when I started my makeup. Standing there in my panties, bra, and corset putting on my makeup I again felt a wave of apprehension and a bit of feat come over me.

I worried that he would laugh at me once he saw me. I took a moment to convince myself that this would not happen and if it did, I was out of there. My alternate plan was then to stay somewhere in the area and enjoy my female time. Deciding on my alternate course of action allowed me to push ahead with my preparations.

My outfit for the day would be a business casual mid knee skirt, stockings, blouse, and heels. Finishing my makeup, I pinned my wig into place and gave myself a critical going over at that moment. There were some flaws, but the overall impression was quite feminine.

It was nearly check out time by the time that I had gotten dressed and repacked my bags. Usually, I would have been slightly apprehensive going out the door but since I had already gone through that phase it was simply opening the door and out. The corridor was empty and I had the elevator alone with my bags.

Even though there was no need for me to drop by the desk I decided I needed a small confirmation of my presentation. At waited for a moment for the girl to look up from her monitor and hand her the electronic tokens and tell her the room number. She replied thanks for staying with us Mrs Zell (I had signed in as a couple). This gave me a small boost and I was off to my rental car.

Once I had stored my luggage in the car and situated my other items, I texted Sam saying that I was an hour out. He texted back that he would not be there when I arrived since he had a last-minute appointment. He then reminded me where the spare key was and would text me when was on his way.

I was a bit taken back by this but then accepted this change as a matter of course. This had happened when my male self-had visited before. I was soon on the highway and on my way to destiny I thought. I arrived a bit earlier than anticipated and did notice his car was gone. I found the key in its spot and went in.

It was a bit strange at first to hear my heals on the hard wood floor, since I had not made much of a sound when entering prior in boy mode. On the table easily in view, as I entered was a note saying I have made up the master bedroom please place your items in there. Your packages are there for you Sam.

Previously in my past stays I had the far bedroom to myself. This was a change since he usually stayed in that room for its ensuite shower and toilet. Going to the room and opening the door I was pleasantly surprised to find the room had been decorated in what I imagined was his interpretation of a feminine room (frilly curtains, lace doilies, and a vase of flowers sitting on the dresser). I also noted that he had moved into the other room to allow me privacy in this room.

He had also fixed up and cleaned his wife’s makeup vanity with stool and mirror. At about that time he texted asking if I had arrived and saying that he would be back in about 20 minutes. I texted back saying I was there and thanking him for the flowers in the room.

I then went about getting my bags from the car and unpacking in bedroom. I noticed that he had emptied a bit of closet space and cleaned out the most of the drawers in the nearby dresser. While I was arranging my items in the dresser, I could hear his car drive in.

My heart was in my throat and I felt a wave of panic come over me. The terror of discovery hit me even though we video chatted prior to this. I calmed myself as I heard the door to the garage open. As he came in, I heard him say that he was home and in my best feminine voice I answered that I was in the bedroom.

He enters the bedroom and stops for a moment as he sees me. I in turn walk over to him and give him a hug. He seemed shocked at first, and then relaxes, I try to control my shaking by returning to my unpacking.

He then offers to make us some coffee and I suggest tea. He said he will go and make it and will let me know when it was ready. I feel a bit of release of tension as he goes to the kitchen, I tell myself the first bit was over now comes the challenge of getting acquainted.

Shortly I hear him call saying the morning tea was ready. I mentally compose myself and as lady like as possible I walk into the lounge where he has set the tea service. I saw a bit of a smile on his face and I smiled broadly and thanked him for the tea as I take my time to sit as lady like as possible.

There was a moment of silence between us as we sat and smiled at each other and I looked hesitantly at my cup. He then said that I am a picture of loveliness and said he wanted to meet me ever since he saw my first picture. I blushed and thanked him for his compliment. He then rambled on about how intriguing my pictures looked, and that I am much more of a woman than he had imagined.

Again, I thanked him for his compliments. There was again a bit of a pause and he then asked if I wouldn’t mind if he asked me a few things about me since he was just getting to know me. I said that I would answer as honestly as I could.

I then felt that the moment of anticipation for questions had come. He then sort of blurts out a series of questions asking how long have I been doing this, who knows about me, and how I feel about my portrayal as a woman.

I respond that this was like being a temporary woman, a full woman but just for set period of time. During the time I present myself as a woman I feel completely as if I am female with all of female personality traits. He then asked if I am going to transition to a woman and I responded no, I liked who I am and being two different people.

As far as others that know me there are a couple now to include you. I told him that I felt that at this moment I am a woman and not a man in a dress. I asked him if he really accepted me as the woman that I am. There was a pause as I saw him ponder the answer to the question.

He said he saw me as a very attractive woman at this moment, and again paused. He continued and said that he was at first shocked when he saw me a few minutes ago because I was so feminine, and he pleasantly surprised. Continuing he said he was not sure what I would be, and he had his reservations, but now he was getting very comfortable with having a woman in the house again.

Feeling much more comfortable now than I had all day I decided to clear the air and go over the ground rules we had established. I said that if either of us feels uncomfortable about the situation we are now in we inform the other and end it right there. Sam pondered that for a moment and agreed whole heartedly. I then said that I will remain as a woman at all times when I am there but I will need some alone time to ensure that my femininity remains intact.

I then told him I would be requiring at least two hours in the morning to make myself presentable, and that I really appreciated the use of the master bedroom with its ensuite. Sam stated that he was thinking that might be the case, a woman always needs extra time and space. He then pointed out that if there was anything else I needed to just ask.

Feeling really bold, I then asked was there any question that he really want to ask? I told him that I would be as open as possible. He paused and asked how I feel about men? I told him been there done that, and continued by asking him was he asking if I was attracted to men?

He paused and looked at me and said yes. I smiled and say very much so, and interject that I need to explain myself more fully and offer to make another pot of tea while doing so. Sam agrees and I pick up the cups and saucers and we both then move them into the kitchen. He asks if I need to know where anything was. I smile and said that my brother gave me an in-depth description of the place. Sam sits at the kitchen table and watches me while I make the tea and said you do everything in a very feminine manner. I ask if this bothers him and he said no he just enjoys it.

I tell him it took practice and now it was just taking on a mindset of being a woman. He nods and continues to watch me. As we are in the kitchen, I clean up the counter and put out clean cups and saucers and put the others in the dishwasher. I notice that he was looking at me with interest and so I accentuate my feminine moves showing my well-padded bottom and breasts.

I bring out the new set up cups and saucers and pour the tea. As I sit down, I said we were about to discuss my interest in Men. Sam smiles and I detect a slight blush on his face as he said yes. I begin to tell him as any woman I am attracted to men, Sam was about to say something and I interrupt.

No, I am not attracted when I am in my male mode only when fulfilling my female pursuits. I then tell him the story of being hit upon at a lesbian bar and rejecting her advances. I then tell him that I even reject any advances by other cross dressers when they are dressed. He asks me if I feel that I am gay.

I immediately said no since when appearing male, I am attracted to women and when I am a woman I am attracted to men. He sort of nods and slowly asks so have you ever had sex with a man?

I pause and said yes, but only in a female way. I explained that I only perform as a female would sexually. I leave him with a mystery when I tell him my extended clitoris does not play a part in it. I tell him I may go into that later and I ask him if he sees my sexual orientation as a woman.

He looks at me and pauses and asks when you are dressed as a female are you all woman? I reply exactly and that was how I feel now attracted to a man but I can still admire and feel envious of beauty in a woman. He then remarks about my voice how perfectly female it sounds and that he was a bit shocked when he first heard it.

He adds that I may have minor male hints, but they are completely washed away when I speak and with this, he took me as being all woman. I thank him and tell him its part genes and part practice through vocal singing that he knew my male brother did.

As I sit down with him again, he asks again how long have I been going out as a woman. I tell him that it has been a few years and before that I just did most of my transformations at home. He was curious as to how I feel going out. I tell him I am usually nervous at first but since I have been doing this so long my feminine mood takes over and I exhibit myself as a woman. He said that he has noticed that I have definite female mannerisms in the way I move but the most in the way I speak. I thank him again.

I then ask him about something that I had been curious about as to why visiting now would be good timing. He then explains that he has a wedding reception invitation for two for the weekend of an old family friend and was hoping I would go along with him.

I pondered this for a moment and said I would be delighted to do so but I would have to get something to wear that would be appropriate. He said no problem with that, he then went on to say that he had hoped that I would be the answer since he had already returned the RSVP for two. I smiled and said that he was a cunning old fox and he agreed, then he added that he would have the best-looking vixen with him when he attended. I blushed at that.

We finish our tea and looking at the clock I saw it was well past 2 and ask Sam if he would like some lunch. He said that only something light and I said that he should just take a chair in the lounge and rest while I fix a light lunch and clean up. Sam continued to sit in his place as I grab an apron from the small closet near the kitchen.

I asked him if he would rather make himself more comfortable in the other room. He replied that he was fine where he was and was enjoying having a woman around the house. He then asked if his watching me would disturb me. I smiled and answered no, I always appreciated male attention.

I then continued to clean up but I try to position myself to provide some feminine poses for him to see and admire. As I wipe the table, I make sure that he sees a bit of cleavage as I lean towards him wiping the table. I notice his eyes linger on my chest for a moment and then quickly move away as he sees my eyes watching his.

Continuing as if nothing has occurred, I relish in the moment of slightly teasing him. Looking at his reflection in the window I saw him watching the way I move and make sure that I continue to move in a very feminine manner.

I made some light sandwiches and some iced tea, and set them down on the table. He thanked me and we indulged of a light lunch. Our conversation then became lighter as we discussed a bit of what was happening in our general lives. He told me about his family and I relayed news of mine. We then discussed a bit of politics as I began to clean up.

This time Sam helped with the dishes and seemed intent on being close to me. Turning around after putting some items away I saw him standing near me with his eyes closed. I asked him if everything was okay. He replies that he was just taking in the smell of having a woman around the house and loves my perfume.

I thank him for the compliment and ask if it brings back any memories. In his eyes I saw a momentary sadness that quickly fades as he smiles and said yes. My smell reminds him of girl he once knew and hadn’t thought about for a long time. She gave off a similar sent with her perfume. I ask if it bothers him what I am wearing he then states that it was lovely and I should continue to use it.

Knowing that Sam usually took a nap around this time I suggested that we both take a brief rest so we can freshen up. He agrees and saunters off to his room while I go over to the main bedroom. As I walk into the room and close the door a flood of relief and relaxation comes over me.

What has been an emotionally sensitive moment has passed and I feel a bit drained. I slip off my shoes, skirt, blouse, and corset then lay on the bed with only my panties, stockings, and bra, on. I intended to close my eyes for a short nap but I soon find myself asleep.

There was a knock at my door and I heard Sam asl Barb are you awake? I moved off the bed and grabbing a robe from the closet I cracked the door and saw Sam standing there. He said that he was sorry to wake me but wanted to know if I would like to go out for dinner.

Looking at my watch I saw it was a bit past five and I replied sure but it would take me a bit to get freshened up. He said no problem and to take my time, it was still early and there were no appointments to keep. I smiled and said thanks and closed the door.

Since there was no rush, I decided to take the extra effort to go through a full make over again. So, I striped off my undies, stockings, and wig then climbed into the shower. I decided to keep my pads and breasts on since they already were firmly attached but removed my faux vagina to clean and air it out.

It had been a while since I showered with my breasts and pads on, and they added to my feminine feeling even though I had a bit of excess tissue hanging between my legs. Using a face cream, I removed the old makeup and then I made sure to clean my faux vagina and hung it outside to dry. I finished showering and toweled off not forgetting to dry off my vagina. Remembering how Sam responded to my sent I used a light body spray before starting to apply body lotion and reassemble myself.

With all of my female parts attached I slipped into clean undies and started my shave prior to applying my makeup. My makeover went quite smooth and I soon had Barbs smiling face looking back at me. This time since I was going out I decided to go with my expensive real hair wig. The shape and style were a bit different than the one I had worn when I arrived but framed my face a bit better.

I went with my blue denim dress that buttoned up the front with a v neck to show a bit of cleavage. With a little bit of surgical tape, I was able to move my natural breast mounds into a very attractive shape. Once dressed I accessorized with a necklace, earrings, and bracelets. I checked my purse and then applied a small dose of perfume to the air which I let settle upon me. Finally for footwear I went with a pair of small heals that accentuated my walk.

Going down the hallway I made a distinct sound with my shoes which Sam picked up on since he was already looking towards me as I made my entrance. He gave me a smile and said he didn’t expect me to have a new hairstyle so soon. I told him that it was just a bit a feminine magic that I was able to apply and asked if he liked it. He said it really made me look adorable.

With that Sam grabbed his keys and we walked over to the garage door and out into the garage. We went in his car where held the doors for me as I was getting into the car. On the way there we chatted more about my voice and the way I act very feminine. I explained that it was more natural now but when I first went out, I had to force myself.

It wasn’t fancy place just a little dinner near his place. Once there he again opened the car door for me. I paused as always to get my composure as to being out as a woman. Sam seemed to notice as he asked if anything was the matter. I smiled and replied nothing just getting my composure. Sam seemed to pick up on my anxiety and asked again if everything was okay.

I admitted to him that I always was a bit insecure during the first few moments of presenting myself as a woman in a new environment.

Sam smiled and said that there was nothing that detracted from what he saw of a beautiful woman accompanying him. This was a boost to my feminine ego and was all I needed to again slip comfortably into my female alter ego. Although the place was not busy there was a wait for a table so we made our way to the bar. Sam asked if would care for something to drink and I said just a glass of white wine.

By the time our drinks were served we were told that our table was ready. As we moved to the table Sam remarked that it had been a while since he had the privilege of dinning out with such a beautiful woman. I blushed and thanked him while I sat down and replied it had been some time since I had the privilege of being with such a handsome companion.

This started us on the conversation of my dating. He asked politely how many times I had gone out on a date. I decided to blur the answer by saying a few. He then probed to find out what went on during them and I attempted to dodge answering him but I finally gave in to answer him that I behaved like any other woman would. This caused him to pause and consider his line of questioning during which the waitress came by to take our order.

As the waitress approached the table, she addressed Sam by name and asked him who his dinner date was. Sam introduced me as a close friend Barb, and our waitress as Sandi. As she exchanged pleasantries with Sam, I noticed the waitress was wearing a beautiful pendant necklace.

It was one that I had admired and looked for before, so I complemented her on it and asked where she got it. She paused, smiled and thanked me for the compliment and told me that she really liked it and got if from a local store. The waitress then went on to compliment me on my angel earrings.

Thanking her for her compliment I told her that I came across them in a fabric store of all places and I just had to have them. She then asked which one and I told her where they were and where to look for them. While we were talking Sam sat back and seemed to enjoy my little banter with the waitress. As she finished taking our order, she again thanked me for the tip on the earrings.

When the waitress left Sam mentioned that he was now even more convinced that I was a natural woman. He said the way I conversed with Sandi reminded him of the way his wife would converse with any woman. He asked me how I developed this female trait of exchanging compliments and talking about some style or other.

I told him I sort of fell into it when I first started going out and becoming very passable. At first when I wasn’t as good as being the woman that I am now, I would get long stares until I said something. This pushed the recognition factor more towards female and I would be accepted in my female role.

Sam was curious about how I did this so I elaborated, that to my understanding a person unconsciously tries to pigeon hole a person from a long way off using visual clues. Female hips and breasts, male shoulder and muscular appearance I stated. What the mind does, I added, was it gets confused when other conflicting information is sent and it wants to clarify the situation.

Continuing, for a tran’s person like me, the observer tries to get a focus on the other gender with as few of the other clues as possible. After confirming that I did have a feminine voice I used this as the deciding piece of evidence I would throw out, if, I felt that my femininity was being questioned. Sam said that he could understand that since he was a bit taken when he first heard me and this had reassured him of the mental picture of me that he had previously envisioned.

I then told him the story where during my early times of going out I would frequent a cocktail lounge just to have a drink. I had found that the waitresses were accepting of me once I spoke so I was able to relax while there. On one occasion though three guys in the early 20s came in a bit inebriated. They sat down from me across the room and began to look my way and I could tell that they were sort of sneering at me. I became a bit tense when one of them approached me and said Hey I think you’re a guy, from somewhere in me I found inner calm and replied “No but that has to be one of the worst pickup lines to get into my panties”.

Hearing my voice confirmed to him that I was female and so the verbal slap sent him back to his table. The waitress near me heard this and congratulated me on my retort. The group was soon asked to leave since they were by then getting a bit rowdy. So, in the following days I continued to use my voice more and strike up a conversation so that the auditory clues would confirm my gender.

I then told him that as I practiced, I began to actually fall into the mode of looking at things that I admired and could compliment a person on. It seems that most women do that I began to pick up on this. I told him about a time when I was at a Walmart and the girl at the register complimented me on my hair. I responded with where I got my hair done and exchanged compliments with her. Before I knew it there was a line behind me and I had to cut the conversation short.

I also told him that female mannerism had gotten my brother in trouble and he wanted to know how. I went on and said that my brother had some female friends at work whom he would go out to lunch on occasion. On the way to lunch through a mall, he happened to pass by a shoe outlet and a couple of the girls commented on the style and fit of a pair of shoes. Thinking nothing of it my brother went into a feminine zone and started commenting on the shoes.

The women listened for a moment and then stopped and stared at my brother for spouting such an innocent but intimate knowledge of women’s shoes. Fortunately, he realized his mistake and added that was what his wife told him. He wasn’t sure if they bought that but they didn’t make a mention of it to him at least.

Sam then went back to the original topic of how I behaved on a date and what I meant about acting like any woman would. I again tried to keep it vague by saying that I was approachable and would be responsive to any, what I felt as, a positive advance. Of course, he wanted to know what I felt was a positive advance, and looking at him I said, “anything that was mutually acceptable and acknowledged as acceptable by both of us”.

Fortunately, at that time our meals arrived and I was grateful for the distraction and decided to change the conversation to our dinner and food which Sam picked up on. Also, while I was eating, I noticed a woman from across the room had been taken an interest in me and kept nudging her friend to turn around and look at me. They saw me looking at them and turned away. Sam noticed my movement and asked if anything was wrong.

I told him about the two women that were seated a few tables to our rear out of sight by Sam and they seemed to have taken an interest in me. Sam then turned around to look for a moment and then sighed as he turned back. He informed me that it was two women from church who knew him. One was a busy body named Thelma whose husband was a friend of Sam’s.

The women did notice Sam’s glance and seemed to occupy themselves with their meals. Sam then told me how Thelma had tried to insert her control of his life after his wife died. He said that she felt that she was controlling of her husband and just wanted another man to control.

As we were finishing our dinner the two ladies came by the table and after giving me the once over greeted Sam. He then introduced me as a friend and sister of Tom, and I was staying with him for a few nights. I exchanged pleasantries with the ladies and they seemed a bit stand offish. The one that was Thelma seemed a bit too inquisitive since she started asking me questions as to what brought me here, what type of business was I doing and how long I would be here.

Attempting to be as open and honest as possible I gave her the details. Thelma then turned her full attention to Sam and started questioning him. In the meantime, her friend seemed a bit too interested in me as she kept inspecting me as if she was looking for something. I felt a little uneasy at the time so I decided that I should excuse myself for the lady’s room. Sam nodded when I told him while the other two just seemed to ignore me as I left the table.

Usually if I had to use the ladies’ room, I would have scoped the out the location first and then waited for what I thought was a clear time, so that it was not occupied. This usually took about 5 minutes before I relaxed enough to use the facility. In this case I sought the lady’s room as a refuge to get away so I did not have the same anxiety of entering it as I would normally have.

Fortunately, there was no line for the toilets and one of the two stalls were free as I entered. I quickly closed the door and sighed relief to be out of sight for a few minutes. Since I was already in there, I decided to relieve myself so I hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties and sat down.
Fortunately, my faux female urinary tract was worked without leaking. While I sat there, I heard the occupant of the other stall leave her stall, wash her hands and exit the lady’s room. Feeling that I had a bit of time I relaxed for a moment before tiding myself up. I was just pulling up my panties when I heard the door of the lady’s room open and Thelma’s voice.

She was stating that she knew what type of woman would hang out with a man his age and that was one who was after his money. Somehow, I was both pleased and angry at what she said since she the reference was clearly meant for me. I was pleased that she saw me as a woman but the gold digger reference just got to me for some reason.

So, grabbing my purse and having situated my attire, I opened the cubicle door and smiled at the ladies who looked a bit embarrassed as they saw me. I moved between them to wash my hands and wished them a good evening as I left the lady’s room. Sam was already taking paying the bill at the register, so I suggested to him that it might be a good time to escape before the ladies appeared again. He readily agreed and he escorted me to the car.

Again, he held the door for me as I got in. Our discussion on the way back was about the women and their questions.

(to be continued)

Having taking leave of Sam I moved to my room and began my night preparations. After removing my jewelry and outer clothes I took a moment to gaze at my feminine form in the mirror prior to going through what would be a nightly routine.

Since I had sufficient spare clothing, I put my under wear in the close hamper for the wash. I then removed my padding and breast forms. At this time, I made sure that I properly cleaned them and placed them in their storage boxes. I then removed my wig and set it up on its stand.
I removed my makeup and took a shower to cleanse and shave any noticeable body hair. Once done I toweled off applied moisturizer and cream.

I then shaved my face and then used the IPL device, that I had been using for the past few months to reduce my need to shave multiple times a day (at most just twice). Having done that I then applied moisturizer. To keep myself in the total feminine feeling I pulled out my new vaginal panties and breast plate to sleep in. I carefully powdered them and slipped into them. I then pulled out an older but comfortable straight hair wig and put that on. Having them on I then pulled out a Charmeuse chemise and pantie’s to wear to bed. By the time I was finished with this it was nearly 11 PM.

My alarm woke me at 5:00 and I prepared to go jogging. I wore a jogging bra with non-attachable breast forms that felt comfortable while I jogged. I then covered that with an aqua tank top. As an under foundation, I wore my vagina padded panty with only Nike women’s running spandex shorts. I then slid on my slightly undersized pair of Nike aura / mint women’s jogging shoes.

Prior to applying my make up I again used my IPL which had through the months of use dramatically reduced my shadow. Using it I only had to lightly shave prior to starting my makeup routine. For this morning I went for a light look for my makeup.

Having done my IPL treatment, and lightly scraped my face, I put on my outfit prior doing my makeup. My makeup started with a light foundation and I did a bit of contouring and highlighting, touched up my eye brows and then went with a light lipstick. Having finished my makeup, I pinned my shoulder length wig into place with plenty of bobby pins.

Grabbing my fanny pack for my keys and phone and placing my sun glasses on, I headed out the door. I had jogged the area on prior visits so I knew the way and most of the streets were deserted.

Keeping a slow pace to ensure feminine movement of hips and little movement of the shoulders (letting my arms swing loosely at my sides seemed more feminine) I was still back at the house still early enough to have time for a shower. Once in the shower I checked out my face and lightly shaved again. I then reattached my prosthetics, vagina gaff and attached my hip pads. Since I was going to go shopping and looking at dresses I decided to go with a pocketed bra with prosthetic inserts and to tape my breast for cleavage.

For today I decided to go casual and wear slacks, pumps, and silk blouse with a nice plunging neckline. It took me a bit longer than anticipated to get ready since that choice of particular blouse required a bit of extra effort that required me to use an adhesive bra on my actual breasts to bring the tissue together and adding makeup to make the cleavage look more intense.

Satisfied with the look of my cleavage, I slipped my breasts prosthetics into my bra and slipped it on. To keep the figure I wanted, I slipped into my waist cincher which slimmed down my waist. I then applied a fragrant feminine deodorant to my under arms after which I slipped on my panties and sat down to apply my makeup.

Before starting I removed my ear studs so they wouldn’t get too messy from the makeup. Grabbing my wig cap I secured that with pins and then arched my eyebrows using a thin strip of 3M Transpore surgical tape applied to just above the natural arch and then taped to the cap to secure it. The tape really disappears after I have applied my foundation and lifts the brow into a very feminine look.

With that done I applied a light coat of color corrector followed by my concealer and foundation combination. I noted to myself that I was getting low on the foundation and would need to make a stop at the cosmetic counter to pick some up. From there I contoured and highlighted my face to bring out my feminine features. I then followed up with my eyes lining them and using a light amount of eye shadow.

From there I applied my powder and set it with an alcohol spray. For me it I have found that easier for me to powder first then apply any blush and to line my lips and apply lipstick. With my feminine face complete I fixed my wig with multiple bobby pins. I gave it a bit of a tug to make sure that it was in place. Usually when I brush it out on my head I feel a reasonable tug enough to confirm to me that it is in place.

I changed my plans slightly in that I grabbed a pair of panty hose to put on to judge the look of stockinged legs with a dress. I kept my panties on as I rolled up each leg of the stocking up my leg since the panty would held absorb any sweat that I might have from the prosthetic. Once in place and smoothed out I slid on my slacks and put on my blouse. To keep from having a run in my hose I then put on my mid heel pumps.

Now that I finished the preliminaries I put on my watch, bracelets, and a silver chain necklace. It took me a moment of going through my jewelry to pick out a pair of silver angel earrings. After brushing out my wig hair a couple of times and spritzing with a bit of perfume I was ready to face the day.

Once out at the kitchen I started fixing breakfast. Sam came in and I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He said that I was the guest and that he should be fixing me something. I told him as the lady of the house I should be getting this done He agreed and watched me prepare breakfast.

He commented that it was nice to have a woman around the house again. I asked him to bring in the paper and he went out to get it. I had his breakfast ready when he got back. We sat down and had breakfast and coffee.

I suggested that we first go shopping some needed items for the pantry. Now I have been out to the grocery store while dressed and have been comfortable doing it, though it has taken time and there have been some stressful moments when I was newly out wondering if I had been read.

Going shopping with Sam was easier than I ever thought. Not only did I have someone with me for support, but he was a reaffirmation of my femininity while being out. He would refer to me as Barb which sounded wonderful. I even teased him by going down the feminine hygiene aisle and asking him to look for some thin sanitary pads for me. There was some hesitation but he did pick them up for me. Of course, he then asked me if I needed any tampons and I replied no that I used a menstrual cup which got me a curious look. I told him to look it up on the internet.

After grocery shopping, we were off to do some window shopping at the mall to get an idea for a dress for me to wear to the wedding. At the mall I was again uncertain and apprehensive as I got out of car as usual. With Sam being there it again helped my confidence and allowed me to continue on with less stress.

After walking through the mall for a bit with Sam, my confidence level grew and allowed me to follow my feminine self into a few stores. After visiting a few stores and just looking at some dresses, I finally felt relaxed enough to try on a few and then to explore some makeup aisles.

Trying on the dresses in the store was a real thrill. Just being able to pick out different styles of dresses and then to put them on and look at myself in the dressing room mirror was a big ego booster. Even though Sam said that he was interested in watching me I could see that he was not as excited about this as I was. So, after about 20 minutes of trying on dresses I moved on to the makeup up aisles.

Since I needed to pick up some Clinique items (foundation and concealer) we headed over to that aisle. Again, I was a little apprehensive of walking up to the counter since the salesperson would be focusing on my face. The sales lady was a bit younger than me but not by much. She gave me an inquisitive look as I approached but when she heard my voice tell Sam to come back in about 10 minutes, she mentally acknowledged me as another woman, smiled and asked with what could she help me with.

I asked her for the foundation and she said she had it in stock and quickly found it. She then suggested a blush which I could try on there. Thinking that she would just hand me a sample to try I accepted the offer and told her that I would love to try a sample. To my surprise she pointed over to the chair next to the counter and informed me to take a seat. Being caught off guard I just took the seat without thinking.

Now I always wanted to do this but had been reluctant due to being read. This time it seemed that I was already taken for another female customer with a bit more makeup than usual, and since I had already seated myself, it would be odd for me to chicken out now. I was a bit tense at first but the lady just went about her business and lightly dusted both my cheeks and I began to relax.

She then pulled around a mirror for me to look at myself and I was definitely impressed with her selection and application to my cheeks. Having seen the positive reaction on my face she then suggested a rosewater pop plush lip gloss to go with it. Stepping back around the counter she procured the item and deftly applied it to my lips. Seeing that she had a sale she asked if I would like to include the blush and lip gloss in my purchase.

I was sold by her just asking me to sit in the chair and without a thought I quickly said yes to the additional purchases. The bill was a bit pricey but at least I got an additional sample bag of moisturizers, lip sticks, and other items. By the time I had finished paying Sam had returned and did take in my small makeup adjustment. Sam was pleasantly surprised with my bit of makeup saying that it made me look more radiant.

Sam had told me prior to us going out shopping that he had a luncheon date with three other friends so I adjusted my shopping so that we left the mall in plenty of time for him to make his luncheon date. As we made our way out of the mall, I notice a bargain store and decided to quickly go in to pick up a cheap Yoga mat. This would allow me to do my post jogging stretching outside. As we were walking back to the car Sam got a call from his daughter.

While he was conversing with her over the phone, Sam suggested to me that he would like to visit his daughter on the way back. Finishing the call Sam told her that I would be coming with him. My anxiety shot up thinking about going out there and this showed through to Sam. He told me to relax since he would just step inside for a moment or two and I wouldn’t need to come in.

I had met Sam’s daughter Pamela a few years prior but only briefly. She was nice but seemed a bit protective of her father. Having gotten to the car and since I had completed my initial shopping at the mall (during which I did find one or two possible dresses to select from later) we headed out for Sam’s daughter’s.

Once there Sam just told me to stay in the car and he would be right back. Well, he was only gone for about five minutes but his daughter followed him out of the house to the car. At the car Sam introduced me and I definitely got a cold feeling from her.

There was some casual conversation and Sam got back in the car and the daughter definitely gave me a look that expressed concern. While driving back I told Sam about the daughter’s negative vibes but he was unconcerned.

With it now being almost noon, Sam asked if I would like to join him for his luncheon appointment and meet some of his Veteran friends. Feeling a bit more relaxed again I said yes. So instead of heading back home we headed directly to the diner where we met them. There were three of them all about Sam’s age or older. They were very cordial and treated me as any lady having lunch with the group.

As we conversed one Sam’s friends told me he has a business with his son in the plumbing supply and their accountant on maternity leave, and the girl that was the temporary replacement was floundering. As we talked, he said that he really needed someone to help the new girl understand the software system.

I was so engrossed in the conversation that I suggested without thinking about it, too volunteer to help him for a morning. I told him that what the replacement needs, was only some guidance and since I had a background in that work, it should be fairly easy for me to assist. He readily accepted.

I told him I would be more than glad to drop by tomorrow if that would be okay. He said that would be good since the corporate payroll needed to be started prior to the end of the week so everyone would get paid. I replied that it would not be a problem.

It was then that I got a smirking smile from Sam and I realized what I did. Barbara was now committed to go to another office alone and be the woman assisting another in close company. It was good thing that lunch was over or I might have just fallen off my chair on the realization of it all.

Once back at the car Sam surmised that I might have gotten over my head and offered to relay my apologies. I thought for a moment and told him a woman just has to do what a woman has to do. He laughed at that, as we got back in the car.

Sam then asked if I wanted to accompany him on an appointment with the Optometrist later that afternoon. I said fine no problem as that would give me a moment to think about tomorrow. Since the appointment was around 3 PM that afternoon, I was able to get home and redo my face prior to going out again.

We arrived a little early at the optometrist so I looked at some feminine glasses. The receptionist asked if I needed any help. I informed her I wear contacts and needed a pair of glasses for backup when I did not want to wear them.

She asked if I had a current prescription and I said sorry no. She then offered that the optometrist would give me a checkup and write a prescription. I said I was just visiting and probably wouldn’t be around for an appointment. She then said she might be able to squeeze me in right after Sam.

I pondered on this for a moment but I did want to get a pair of glasses that would frame my face and this might be the only time I could, so I said I would take it. Beside I did renew my facial makeup and it should be good for close scrutiny. The receptionist then asked me if I had insurance and I said that I did, but I don’t have the card but I would just put it on my credit card and file it later.

She then handed me some forms to fill out. This was definitely a first for me filling out papers under my female persona. I took my time writing my name down with my best feminine script. What I can only describe as a feeling of full femineity came over me as I checked the female gender box.

I was definitely feeling my feminine self as I sauntered back to the counter and handed the receptionist my paper work. I then let myself relax and rambled through my phone while waiting for my turn. When Sam was finished, I told him that I was going to get an examination also. Sam good naturally said fine and it would be worth the wait.

The receptionist led me to the examination room and I took a seat in the chair. The optometrist was a middle-aged guy, a bit lean but he had a beautiful smile. He asked me to take out my contacts and handed me a case and solution. Once removed he placed the eye exam device in place and we started. The whole thing took only a few minutes. I did notice as he came close to me that his eyes would drop for a few moments to examine my bosom.

Feeling a bit frisky I decided to tease him a bit and as he sat across from me telling me about my prescription, I slowly took in a deep breath that stretched my blouse and bra enough to let the nipples on my breast show through. I watched his eyes as they moved from mine to my breasts and linger there for a moment as he talked.

I smiled and winked at him as our eyes met again and he began to stumble in what he was saying and turned slightly red. He then tried to continue with the results but got a bit tongue tied. I decided to release him by giving him a big smile and saying thanks for the examination. I think that he caught the double meaning and gave me a big smile in return.

I returned to the receptionist and we went about selecting a pair of glasses for me. It was good that I had decided to go with the exam since the advice from another woman on what framed my face the best in glasses was invaluable. I actually ended up with a second pair.

After the optometrist we went back to Sam’s and he insisted on making dinner. I said that would be fine since now I had to lay out my clothes for tomorrow’s adventure. Sam told me it would be about two hours before dinner so I had time to prepare and then relax.

It took me a bit to select what to wear but I decided that a business look would be best and that it would give more feeling of being in control. After selecting and ironing my wardrobe I laid out my accessory’s jewelry, glasses, earrings and watch. I went as far as to select the color scheme for my makeup so as not to worry about it at the last minute.

Feeling a bit apprehensive about tomorrow I took a moment to reflect on it and decided that I should have a backup plan on how to pull out if needed. I thought about this while I showered and changed my prosthetics. The solution came to me while I did my shave and makeup to have Sam call me on my phone saying that there was something that he needed.

I decided to discuss this while having dinner with Sam. Having made myself presentable again I slipped on a casual shift dress and my sling back sandal thongs and then added a couple of pieces of jewelry. During dinner Sam assured me that I would be nothing more than amazing tomorrow, with my skills in accounting and my looks I would be a hit.

A hit is what I was worried about as I finished up the dishes for Sam as he cooked. Afterwards we both sat and watched a movie during which Sam fell asleep. Seeing that he was asleep, I made my night preparations while he snoozed in the chair. After completing my nightly ablations and getting into my nighty and robe. I woke Sam and directed him to his bedroom. I was worried about tomorrow but the days exertions allowed me to at least fall asleep.

I awoke from a troubling dream coming from my encounter with the woman in the bathroom the other night. The dream dealt with being chased by woman yelling you are not a woman at me.

As I started my morning preparation, I felt depressed and anxious in that today I was to go out on my own and work as a woman. From somewhere deep inside of me a feeling of despair came over me, and I could feel tears forming and drip down my cheeks. It was a feeling of being overwhelmed in my efforts to present a full feminine persona.

The exertion in my presentation as a woman seemed overwhelming and that I didn’t have the energy to continue on. I sat down in front of the mirror and watched the tears drip down my face. As I took some controlled breaths, I saw that there was a teary but feminine face that was staring back at me. Taking a few moments, I pulled myself together and took extra time to get myself in a presentable female form to go out jogging.

I got into my minimum feminine makeup along with a clean bottom of padded vagina pants, then put on my breasts with a jogging bra, slipped on my jogging shorts, pinned down my wig, and with my cap on I was out jogging.

Sam was not up when I returned so I took a few moments to get things ready for our breakfast before showering and changing. I went to my room pulled off and cleaned all of my feminine silicone devices then got in the shower and inspected myself for any hair.

After the shower I prepared for the day myself with silicone stick on padding, short vaginal panty and glued on breasts and stick on hip padding. While I was doing this a bit of trepidation came over me as to what I volunteered for. I took a few moments to relax myself closed my eyes and mentally reassure myself of my female character. As I opened my eyes, I happened to look in the mirror and even though I was not finished with my transformation, what appeared in the mirror showed more female than male. This vision helped calm me and I returned to my transformation.

Once finished applying my padding, I grabbed the under cloth for my corset pulled that on and slid into my corset pulling the lacing very tight. With my basic transformation complete, I decided I needed to definitely feel feminine so I chose garters and stockings to wear underneath. I then slid into a beige panty and bra set. The nipples on my breasts had enough definition that when I put on my bra, they definitely were noticeable.

Not wanting to take a chance of messing up my blouse with makeup I began my makeup routine before I put it on. Color corrector, concealer, foundation, highlight and shadowing, eyes, cheeks, and then lips. I then improved upon my breast cleavage with a bit of shadowing and highlighting. Before putting on my wig I put on my silver angel earrings (for good luck) and a silver chain necklace. Once this was done, I brushed out my wig before putting it on and then secured it with multiple bobby pins.

As I critically examined myself, I wished that I could have had a professional do my makeup, but I did see a rather attractive woman staring back at me in the mirror wearing just her underwear. Proceeding to the closet I pulled out a beige silk blouse and dark pencil skirt that had a matching jacket. I left enough of the top buttons undone to give a slight indication of my cleavage. The skirt had a rear zipper which was a bit of a pain since my padding made it tight but it definitely heightened my curves.

It took me a moment to find the right bracelet to wear along with my watch and rings. Examining myself in the mirror I decided I was ready for the day and slipped on a pair of two inch heals with an ankle strap. After checking my purse for essential I folded my jacket over the nearby chair and exited to the kitchen.

Sam was up by that time and had finished breakfast. As I walked by him and into the kitchen, he gave me a tender hug as I passed by. Sam grabbed his coffee and he and I sat down for breakfast. Sam asked if I was okay as I seem a bit uptight. I then began to divulge my anxiety about my going over to Al’s place. I told him that I might be pushing my feminine persona a bit too far.

He reassured me that I was the woman for the job and that I had both the looks and the aptitude to help out Al. He told me that I was totally female in my role and called me alluring. He then said if I did feel uncomfortable about the situation to message him and he would call Al with an excuse that I was needed back at his place.

The encouragement that he gave me helped me, along with bit of breakfast. My appetite had become diminished due to wearing the corset so it was a very light breakfast. Looking at the time I decided that I should get moving. Going back to the bedroom I brushed my teeth and remembered to indulge myself in a bit of perfume.

Leaving the bedroom, I grabbed my jacket that I laid across the chair. Taking a moment to clear my thoughts and take a deep breath I grabbed the jacket and put it on. Having done that, I checked myself in the mirror and grabbed my purse. As I paused to say good bye to Sam he noticed the fragrance I was wearing and said that it sent a sensual feminine message to anyone nearby. As I was going out the door Sam again reassured me that I was the right woman for the job.

Getting into my rental I car I took a moment to arrange myself and take a couple of deep breaths. I had prepared to be at Al’s from 9 until around 2 As it was it was already around 8:30 while I sat in the car, I messaged the number that Al had gave me saying that I would arrive before 9:00.

My thoughts on the way out to Al’s business were not reassuring and I was very apprehensive by the time that I pulled into the parking lot. I parked fairly close to the well-marked entrance and took a moment to compose myself. I could feel the fear come over me in what I was about to do and at that moment I decided to pull out of the deal.

As I was getting my phone out of my purse to send my regrets, a young blonde-haired guy came out of the store, approached the car and waved at me. I sheepishly returned the wave and put down my window to talk with him.

He introduced himself as David and he said that the store manager asked him to keep an eye out for me and to show me where the accounting office was. He said that he figured that I was the woman that he was looking for when I pulled in since they usually don’t get that many women coming out to the plumbing and piping store.

I realized that at this point I couldn’t easily back down from my offer so I decided that I might as well proceed for the moment and message Sam to call and rescue me shortly. I was definitely in a state of high anxiety as I grabbed my purse but I forced myself to think calm thoughts and to be as feminine as possible.

As we walked through the store, I realized that there were mostly men inside, both customers and workers. The of the clicking of my heals on the tile floor, as I followed David, signaled my presence and I got the attention of all those in the store. This made me even more self-conscious and I had to fight the urge to run and hide.

It was an effort to walk with as feminine a stride as possible since David was moving ahead at quite a clip. Even though I may have thought that I had overdressed and I was standing out more, I was glad that the pencil skirt that I chose to wear was keeping me from breaking into a run.

We made it to the accounting office in what seemed to me to be over 15 minutes but was probably less than a minute. The office had two small desks with comfortable chairs and double screen computers. The sight of them as I gazed upon in the office, gave me a reassuring feeling of familiarity. The office fortunately had a separate door which I could close and isolate myself from the rest of the store. Just before leaving David told me where the break room and the facilities were and then added that Cheryl was out at the moment but would be back shortly.

David closed the door as he left (which I am thankful for) and I took a moment to recompose myself and get my bearings. Looking around I spotted a notebook marked attention Cheryl on one of the desks and I opened it to find a compiled list of notes and directions on how to run the office to include the passwords.

Fortunately for me there were a couple of hooks with hangars on the wall so I took off my jacket and hung it up. I then took the seat at the desk that had the notebook on it and began to go through it. The notebook referred to a system that I was quite familiar with so this began to relax me as I looked through the book.

Having found the logons and passwords I started up the system and began to be engrossed in the system. Fortuitously, the work was rather straight forward but as I went through the note book, I could see how a person not familiar with the system could easily get lost. I made additional notes in the book to assist Cheryl in working the system.

Since I was so occupied with making notes and updating the system, I didn’t hear the door open and Cheryl walk in. Cheryl was a young 20 something, trim but well-proportioned girl with impish features. Her smile immediately put me at ease as she introduced herself. She was wearing a standard work uniform of slacks and polo shirt.

She thanked me for coming in and said that Linda had been training her but most of the training was hit or miss, as she had other duties around the shop. As I got up and moved my chair from the computer Cheryl remarked that she loved the perfume that I was wearing that it made the room smell fresh. I thanked her and told her what it was and where I got it.

This small remark then turned out to be a 10-minute women’s chat about where we favored to purchase items and our likes in clothes and jewelry. Unfortunately, I had to remind myself of why I was there and suggested to Cheryl that we start. I had to say that not only did the conversation put me at a complete ease it was one of the most enjoyable moments of conversing as a woman that I had. I then pulled up the other chair while offering Cheryl the chair in front of the computer.

Cheryl responded quickly to my inputs and within the hour we were making a lot of progress. She kept thanking me for helping her since Linda just ran out of time to fully instruct her. We went over the quick books and ADP payroll and I let her run the system while I watched. She did pickup on the system once the little small points were explained.

Just before lunch Monica who was one of the sale associates dropped by. She was about my age and very much the woman even in polo shirt and jeans. I am very glad that my key feminine trait was my voice since Monica was a chatty person and kept asking personal questions which I answered vaguely but with as much charm as I could muster. My responses didn’t seem to faze Monica as she continued on chatting and smiling warmly.

As she was about to leave, she invited Cheryl and I to join the rest of the ladies at lunch at a small dinner across the road. Cheryl seemed hesitant but I encouraged her by saying that she really had the system under control and new just about everything that there was to know about it.

I decided to leave my jacket and just grab my purse as we left for lunch. Two other women joined us Mary and Eileen, as they worked in the shop next to ours. At lunch the conversation centered about gossip around work mainly and then moved onto some women’s issues. Talk then moved on to clothes and that was when I got to express my opinion on what clothes I prefer to other women without concern.

Back at the office Cheryl and I worked on invoices and billing. Once we got caught up on the paper work Cheryl gave me a big hug. She then invited me to go out with them later for drinks at a local spot. Having had such a wonderful experience as a working woman so far, and since I would be leaving early, I accepted the invitation. The timing allowed me time to freshen my makeup, change clothes, and tell Sam I was going out.

Once back at home I gave Sam the low down on my day. I told him how scared I was at first and how as I got more into my female role I relaxed. He then asked me what were the best moments of the experience. I told him that it was relating to Cheryl as a woman on an emotional level and being able to converse about topics that interested me as a woman.

Sam was curious as to what I meant by this so I tried to explain. I said that I always attempt to fully embody myself as a woman when I am as out as a woman. To relate to the small things that each individual woman brings forth, style, form, views and being a woman. Sam seemed a bit perplexed so I further explained that I enjoyed the simple pleasures of woman-to-woman relations.

With this Sam just sighed. I then told him that I was thinking about going out again with the girls. Sam took a moment to ponder this and then encouraged me to go out. He said that he was worried about me earlier but it seems that I have conquered what anxiety that I had and to him it would be something that any woman would do.

Hearing that I give Sam a big hug and went into the bedroom to prepare. I changed into body shaping wear to fill out some tight jeans and ruffled floral blouse with a plunging neckline. I used my breast plate that was delivered here for the first time and added a bit of extra padding to fill out my jeans.

Since it was evening, I applied my evening makeup. Specifically, I paid attention to my contouring and highlighting on my face along with adding extra dimensions to my eyes with eyeshadow and liner. My breast plate took the makeup quite well and I only had to adjust a bit of the color to it and deepen the cleavage. To hide any impression where the neckline of the plate met my neck, I wore a satin chocker with a dangling stone that matched my blouse. I showed Sam and he said I was alluring and not to bring home any dates. With that I smiled and left.

Mary, Cheryl, Monica, and Eileen were there when I arrived. Although a cover was posted, it was ladies’ night, so I didn’t get charged or carded. I did have an excuse though, that if I did get carded that I lost my other wallet and only have an old Id on me (my sister old driver’s license I found while helping her sort out her files). Fortunately, I didn’t need it and I got a glass of wine.

Music was loud but we had a table. I began to converse with Monica and she seemed to be relating to me. Mary said we should take to the dance floor. I, Cheryl, and Monica joined her. Some guys seemed to want to but in but Monica told them we girls were just enjoying the music and brushed them off. I was both disappointed and relieved since I might not been able to handle a close contact.

Monica and I hit the floor again and we were definitely enjoying ourselves. Monica continued to compliment me on my look and I returned the compliments telling her I am enjoyed her company. We spent some time there and had some light snacks brought to our table. I felt relaxed due to the wine and Cheryl seemed a bit tipsy.

Monica stated that she needed to use the facilities and I told her I would accompany her. We moved towards the ladies’ room and stand in line. I went in before her and returned to the table. Cheryl came over then and told me with a slight smile that Monica was hitting on me. This took me back a bit. Cheryl continued and said that Monica was bi and she really likes the feminine women.

As I said I was a bit taken back at that. My feeling at that time was that it was a bit unnatural and it made me feel a bit uncomfortable for having a woman hit upon me as another woman. Somehow, I quickly compartmented the feeling in my head as Monica returned to our table.

Fortunately, Monica took a seat next to Mary so I was not in direct contact with her. Again, it felt very weird for me to feel that the attraction that Monica had for me made me feel uncomfortable. In boy mode I would have relished the attention. I would have probably pondered on this more if David who had escorted me into work hadn’t just dropped by our table.

David was with a couple of friends and had spotted us so they made their way over to our table. Under any other circumstance I would have felt a bit nervous and would have tried to place a bit of distance between the new comers and myself. Instead, it felt natural to me to let one of the guys squeeze in between Cheryl and I.

The guy introduced himself as Chuck who was the oldest ones in the group of guys and we started to chat a bit. Having him there talking to me seem to put my mind frame back into a normal female mode. I had finished my drink and was feeling that it was time to go back home when he asked me to dance. To my surprise I heard myself say yes to his offer and move onto the dance floor.

I had to say that I had now seemed to be in auto mode with my mind just taking it all in. What was coming into my brain was that there was this woman on the dance floor enjoying a dance with a man. I let my inhibitions fall from me and allowed the music propel me in a sensuous way. My dance partner responded to my gyrations by placing his hands on my hips as we moved with the music.

At one point I twirled around and had my back to him and he stepped in behind me and placed his hands on my waist. He then pulled me into him so that my butt cheeks made a firm contact with his groin. As he pulled me into him, I could feel his hardness between my cheeks. A shocking feeling of arousal swept through me as we held this contact for a few moments.

Pulling myself back into reality of the situation I turned and moved a bit away from him. The look in his eyes though, as we moved apart told me that he felt a bit embarrassed at his forwardness. I soothed his ego though by letting my eyes drift towards his crotch and cracking a sly smile as he watched. I definitely saw a rigid outline pushing out of his tight jeans.

We danced to the end of this set and then moved back to the table. Once back at the table I realized that time it was already late so I said my good byes and headed out to my car. Chuck then offered to escort me out. Feeling more of a woman at that point I only gave it a momentary thought before saying yes.

As we walked out, I noticed that Chuck was a bit tipsy and wasn’t walking completely straight. When we stepped off of the sidewalk onto the paved parking lot Chuck stumbled a bit and I steadied him by putting my arm around his waist. He took that as an invitation to wrap his arm lightly around me.

I was a bit startled at first by his movement and then I was overcome by the feeling of warmth and comfort of having his arm around me. The only way I could describe the feeling was a natural acceptance of my inner femaleness in letting another male have his arm around me. I felt protected and cared for.

My mind then spun on the contradicting negative thought that I had from a woman having feelings for me, to those now positive welcoming advances by a man. Again, I pushed the conflicting thoughts to the back of my mind and enjoyed the moment. As we reached my car, I dropped my arm from around him to get my keys out of my purse.

Chuck moved his arm so his hand laid lightly against my waist. It remained there as I opened the door and I turned back to him to thank him for escorting me out to my car. As I finished saying thanks I paused momentarily and looked deeply into his eyes. Seeing his opening Chuck took the moment to gently pull me into him.

What happened I can only describe as being in a dream. My headed tilted back and my eyes closed. I then felt the touch of his lips onto mine as his body pressed into mine. I began to revel in the moment and soon I was sucking on his tongue while my hand felt the back of his head and neck.

We held the embrace for about a minute and then I broke it. I told him I had to be going and he then asked for my phone number. I paused and then gave it to him. I don’t know if he took it down or put it on his phone but he added that it was wonderful to meet a girl like me.

With that I got into my car started it and blew him a kiss as I left. At the end of the parking lot I took a moment to feel my heart racing and let myself calm down. As I drove back to the house the conflicting thoughts again came back to my mind. I was warmed though by the feelings of what had happened to me.

When I got back Sam was still up and watching the tv. I sat down in the chair next to him and he smiled and asked how it went. I gave him a run down and told him about me being taken aback by Monica’s attention and that it did not feel natural while Chuck’s forwardness and attention had a very positive affect upon my psyche. I sat there while he got up and poured us both a glass of wine.

He started by saying it was only a natural response and not all women would like to have the attention of another woman. I was just about to add that I was still a guy and I should have responded to her attention when it came to me that I was letting my full female feelings take over me. My response was to give Sam a smile and he looked at me and said that I was more of a woman than he originally thought.

We sat together and chatted a bit about what I did at the work and he said that he got a call from his friend wanting to thank me for stepping in and helping. With it growing late and I needed to do my nightly routine I went over and kissed Sam on the cheek and said good night. It wasn’t until I was already into the bedroom that I realized what I did. It was reassuring to me though that I was responding as a natural woman.

I awoke and started my morning ritual of preparation to go out jogging. I slipped into my padded vaginal pants and then stretched into my short jogging tights. Using a bit of adhesive I attached my breasts, and then put on an exercise bra. Use of the IPL device was definitely showing a difference in my face less beard growth so it only took me a moment to lightly shave with the razor.

Having slightly scraped my face, I applied my moisturizer and then a light covering of foundation and contoured enough just to get show the feminine facial features. I lightly outlined my eyes and used a light shade of lipstick. Having done that I remembered to use a fragrant deodorant and then pinned on my wig and put on my cap and was out the door.

The exercise jog was uneventful as I practiced more of the swaying of the hips and letting my hands be loose with my elbows out (ala Lynda Carter wonder woman video). As I said it was uneventful until I came around the corner to Sam’s house and out in the neighbor’s yard was Ted the 19-year-old son trimming the bushes on the area between the yards.

I noticed that his head turned toward me that indicated that he had seen me so going around the block a few more times might not be the smart move. So, I slowed my pace a bit and took advantage of checking myself out in the windows and mirrors of the cars parked on the street. Fortunately, there was about 100 yards to the house and plenty of cars so I was a bit more confident as I checked myself out and made my approach, but I still was on edge.

I had met Ted previously in my male mode but only for a few fleeting moments, so it was my hope that his memory of me was a bit fuzzy. He watched me as I entered the drive way and stopped the timer on my watch. Feeling that it might be best to put out the most feminine performance I smiled and waved at him as I took time to recover.

Ted smiled back and waved and to my horror began to move towards me. I had stopped just next to my rental so I used its mirror to adjust my wig hair and hat to frame my face a bit better. At that point I focused on my most available female traits to display a very big smile and using my feminine voice.

As he got near, he introduced himself and I did the same. He stated that he was wondering when he would see me since Sam had told the family that I would be visiting. While we exchanged pleasantries, I took stock of him and noticed how tall and lanky he was (about 2 inches taller than me). He was wearing a t-shirt that seemed small on him and a tight pair of cut off jean shorts.

He then asked how long I would be staying and what plans I had. By now I had relaxed enough to say I would be there for a week or so and doing some work. As we talked, I noticed that his eyes drifted towards my chest repeatedly. I then remembered that my breast nipples made distinct impression on my bra.

Having come down from fright to calm I began to take a couple of deep breathes and watched his eyes follow the outline of the nipples on my bra as I stretched the material. His response heightened my teasing sensuality and, in a moment, I had a plan to exploit the situation. So I then excused myself informing Ted that I needed to stretch out before my legs started to cramp and headed for the house.

Ted headed back to his pruning while I went in to grab my yoga mat. Sam had a small patio in front with a table on two chairs. By placing my mat where the table was, I would be able to give Ted a bit of a show. As I came out the door, I thought I would just move the table by myself and then my female tease came out and I walked over to where Ted was pruning and asked if he could help me move the table.

He readily agreed. Although I could have moved the table myself in male mode, I made sure that I demonstrated as little strength as possible while he helped me. As I was doing so, I made sure that he had an ample view of my breasts. Once we had moved the table, I thanked him and laid out the mat so as to give him a good view of my stretching.

When I sat down on the mat, I noticed that my stretchy short jogging tights gave an outline of my pubic mons from my vaginal panties that definitely showed a camel toe. With that I spread out my legs giving Ted what has been referred to as a beaver shot and began to stretch by putting my head down to my knee and pulling at my toes. As I repeated this exercise, I could hear the clippers that he was using pause for a moment or two and then start up again.

Being the tease that I was I moved myself into various positions and gave him a good show. Once I had finished and moved my mat, I sauntered over to him and asked for his help to move the table back. He readily agreed and I took note with special pleasure to see that the front of his cut offs had a distinct bulge in them.

Once done he asked if I would be working out every morning and I told him that I usually try to do that, he then said that he might see me again. With that I turned and moved the chairs into position and saw that Sam was coming out with a couple of cups of coffee one of which he offered me.

As we sat down on the chairs and Sam smiled and stated that he saw all of what occurred and was quite amused and said that I was a bit of a tease. I must have turned three shades of red for Sam continued that he thought that any woman as good looking as I would every now and then use their feminine assets for their entertainment. I then confessed that I was definitely a bit of a tease but he should already have known that.

He smiled again and said yes, he knew but it was entertaining watching me tease Ted. With that he got up with his mug and walked over to talk to Ted. I wasn’t sure what he said but it seemed that they both got a chuckle out of what he said. He then walked back to the table.

Sitting down he told me that he had informed Ted, that I was recently divorced woman trying to figure herself out, while trying to project a young flirtatious persona that would attract men since I had some self-doubts about this. He also told him that I could be trouble and handle with extreme care as I was hot. He said that Ted agreed that I was hot and needed cooling off and maybe he had the hose to cool me down, that was where the joke was. Ted kept grinning at that and I wasn’t sure how to take it but smiled back. We then finished our coffee and I waved at Ted as I went into the house to take my shower.

As I entered the bedroom, I gave a good look around the bedroom to see what needed tidying up I needed to do. I had already made the bed (my usual routine was to do this before jogging), but I also noted that there were items still in my suitcases that needed hanging up and the prosthetics that I about the room really needed to be out of sight.

Sam had graciously cleared up ½ of the closet and most of the two layers of shelve space above. Laying out a couple of towels I placed the cleaned hip and gender prosthetics and placed them up on the top shelve. I then placed the various breast prosthetics on the lower shelve. I had to use the stool to see what I was doing but it kept these items discretely hidden.

I then turned my attention to my four (yes four wigs). Since they would not be seen to a casual observer to be out place, I unfolded three of the stands and placed them on the dresser with a wig on each. Since I would be wearing the fourth, I decided I didn’t need to take up the extra room. I then placed my undies in the dresser along with some shorts, shirts, stockings and other items in the dresser.

My makeup and jewelry were already out and on the vanity table along with my hygiene items. That left only hanging up some dresses, slacks, blouses and skits. It surprised me though to see that I had only packed 6 pairs of shoes to include my jogging shoes (I fixed that in the days that followed). I then stored the empty suitcases in the closet. Looking about the room there was no hint of anything extraordinary about the woman that was staying there. I did replace the flowers that Sam had put out from those I picked from the garden.

As this was already Friday and the Wedding was tomorrow evening, I definitely needed to get a dress for the reception. From this point my plan for the day was to get the dress that I would wear to the wedding. To do this I had to select one that would fit my body as I shaped it with my prosthetics and cincher. With this in mind I laid out the prosthetics that I was going to wear for the wedding so I could be sure of the fit. Fortunately, I had spent some funds on a couple of “Real breast” that were toned to my body pigment and had edges that were easily hidden by makeup. At first, I was undecided as if it would be good to go with my padded vaginal panty. The length of time that I would be wearing the prosthetic panties was a real consideration due to my body heat and sweat. After a moment of careful consideration, I decided that I would go with the separate thigh pads. With the right dress I would be able to survive the day and night in them. I then got out a push up bra to accentuate the cleavage with the breasts and my corset (with silk sheath) since I wanted to get a dress that would hang well with my body shapers.

Having selected my foundation items, I laid out the rest of my clothes for the day, a cami, silk blouse, skirt, panties, garter belt and stockings. The selection allowed me to easily remove my clothes to try on the selected dresses while wearing the garter belt. I would be using an over the penis urinary catheter with tapping. This with using the garter belt would allow me to sit and pee through the catheter by just removing my panties without untapping.

I also set aside a pair of heels of the type I wanted to wear with the dress. These I took with me in a tote bag. Taking the heels along in a bag allowed me to see myself in heels while wearing the dress but also being comfortable while shopping in a pair of low pumps.

As I was going through and selecting my undies, I noted that I would have to start my laundry or I would soon be out clothes to wear. With that in mind and it still being early I pulled out a pair of knee length shorts (to cover my thigh length prosthetic) and a light peasant peplum blouse to wear while doing laundry.

Heading to the shower I took off and cleaned my prosthetic vaginal panties and attachable breast forms. I had left the closet door open to allow for air circulation while my prosthetics dried. Having completed the preliminaries, and prior to getting into the shower and using a hand mirror and the mirror across the room, I examined all of my body for any residual hair (fortunately there was little to no growth from the waxing).

Satisfied with the inspection I stepped into the shower. Once done I toweled off and applied moisturizer to my whole body. Since I was going to tapping for the whole day, so I sprayed a bit of feminine hygiene deodorant to my lower parts before applying the catheter to my penis and taping.

With that in place I took my time to clean my chest prior to applying the adhesive for the breast forms. As always, I much appreciated the art work that went into the forms since they blended so well into my skin. I did use a bit of makeup concealer on the edges to make it blend in better.

As I examined myself in the full-length mirror, I saw a very gender neutral to nude feminine appearance in the mirror. I was satisfied with this since I was not wearing any makeup, wig, or other shaping device. With my breasts in place, I placed them into my bra and adjusted the straps. The nipples definitely showed through the lining of the bra.

With my bra in place, I started with the corset as I needed to again become accustomed to wearing it for the duration. Putting on the silk sheath prior to putting it on, (that prevented it from chaffing), I then wrapped it around my waist and fastened up the front hooks. Once the hooks were in place, I gathered the laces and began to tighten them. I was able to tighten them myself by attaching the ends of the laces, to the bathroom door knobs and walking away from the open door.

Tying off the loose ends I then pulled a bit of excess flesh down from the lower front of the corset that gave me a rather feminine tummy curve (I decided later to accentuate it with a small bit of self adhesive padding). Since I was going to do my laundry wearing the shorts and blouse, I forego putting on my garter belt and stockings until later. Having the corset tied off I then pulled my panties up and on to my waist.

With my undies on I started my makeup routine. First a close shave with a new blade to remove any hint of facial hair (my IPL treatment had removed some but not all of the facial hair) and removing my ear studs. Having done this, I then pinned my wig cap in place with multiple bobby pins. With the wig cap securely in place, I arched my eye brows by pulling them up with a sliver of medical tape just above the natural arch and anchored to the wig cap. I then moved on to the color corrector where needed (again not much since I was using the IPL), applied my base foundation then did light contouring and highlighting.

Having been doing this now for a few days I had a bit of a routine going and I was able to complete my makeup routine in about a quarter of the time that it normally took me when getting ready. Once I had done my eyes and finished with my powder, I selected the wig that I would wear to the wedding and pinned it into place.

With that in mind and it still being early I pulled out a pair of knee length shorts (to cover my thigh length prosthetic) and a light peasant peplum blouse to wear while doing laundry. Grabbing my sling back thong sandals I slid them on. With doing laundry, I skipped putting on any additional jewelry other than my watch. I checked myself in the mirror and after a spritz of perfume was ready to do my laundry.

Sam saw that I was doing my laundry and asked when would we be going out looking for a dress. Looking at my watch and the amount of laundry I had to do I told him that I would be ready to go in an hour. After loading the machine with my laundry, I went back to the bedroom and put on a set of small earrings, watch and small jewelry. Checking myself in the mirror to see if I missed anything I brushed out my hair and got a pair of heels that I thought would go with a dress and placed them in a tote bag.

Pulling off my shorts and panties, I then grabbed my garter belt and put it in place and then selected two pairs of matching stockings (one for my purse) and sat down on the edge of the bed to pull them on. Having them in place I stepped into my panties and pulled them up over the garters. I then selected a mid-knee length skirt to wear. Once in place I went with a low heal pointy pumps since they would be easy to get on and off. By the time that I was done getting ready the washer chimed and I put the clothes in the dryer on a long gentle cycle.

Having done this I went looking for Sam who was reading in the lounge and told him that I was ready to go dress shopping. We got in his car and headed for the Mall. Once at the Mall I took the lead and headed for Macy’s.

The evening gown selection was good but not great and I started to go through the racks while Sam looked on. As I was going through them a mature sales lady approached, paused and watched me for a moment than asked if I was interested in anything in particular.

In my most feminine voice I said that I was looking for something to wear to a wedding that my friend was taking me too and I pointed towards Sam. My voice and pointing out Sam must have confirmed in her mind that I was a woman looking for something special as her mood changed almost instantly into being most helpful.

She asked my size and what style I would like and then went and pulled out a few dresses from some of the other racks. I looked them and selected a blue ruffle mid chiffon dress with a plunging neckline, A floral pattern plunging neckline dress, and a navy off the shoulder maxi dress with a gathered waist. I checked the sizes and saw they were all within my efforts of body shaper containment and padding.

Trying each on was a very gratifying experience. Being able to put on feminine clothes and feel them and then get to see them with me in them was at first overwhelming. The first dress I tried on I almost bought right then since the experience was so fantastic. It took an extra 5 minutes for me to stop looking in the mirror and to show Sam.

The sales lady had moved on to help another customer and Sam was looking at his phone when I came out of the changing room to show him the dress. He smiled and said he liked it very much but my intention was to wow him so back I went for the other dresses. I went through the first selection and then I picked out a couple more and tried them on but I didn’t hit Sam’s wow button with any.

So off from Macy’s and on to the other shops. I have to admit that although it was a bit tiring for me, I was enjoying selecting the dresses and trying them on. I did notice that Sam was showing a bit of boredom though, so after the third store and no dress so I suggested lunch which he immediately agreed to. We had lunch at the food court which revived Sam and as I was making my way to the ladies’ room, I spied a simple dress shop just off the food court area.

Upon my return I dragged Sam into one more shop and promised him that if I didn’t find anything that I would drop him off and finish my search this afternoon. He said that he could continue to accompany me but the look that he might be able to get home told the story. So, I got him off to the little shop that I found and started through the racks. I was amazed at the selection but I decided on just three that might fit the bill.

The first was a bit to formal and I thought showed a bit too much of me and the second was way to risqué for a wedding but the blue (almost aqua) one just showed everything that I wanted while being subdued enough. When I showed Sam, I could tell by his eyes that this dress was a hit. This now solved that problem and I now had the dress.

Once we were back at Sam’s I put away my new treasure and called my makeup artist to confirm my appointment for tomorrow. As the wedding and the reception was only about 30 minutes away from the artist’s studio, I would have plenty of time to make it there and back before the wedding. After confirming the time, I consulted with Sam and he told me not to worry that he would drop me off and pick me up from the stylist.

He told me that he had a cousin who was also attending the wedding just a few minutes from where the wedding and reception would be held and he would visit him and change at his place.
That way he could drop me off and pick me up. This took a lot of the pressure off of me so I could then relax and enjoy my makeover.

I started diner and told Sam to put his feet up, which he did and took a nap. Going through what he had in fridge and pantry I came up with a Chicken satay salad. The hardest part was looking for some the spices that were around the kitchen. Eventually I had dinner prepared and I woke Sam up. He wasn’t too sure about the selection though since he was used to mainly meat with a side of something. I told him that while I was around that I was going to try to keep him healthy. After trying a bit of the salad though he did say that he liked it and actually went for more of the salad.

After diner he helped with the small amount of cleanup, after which he opened a bottle of wine and poured me and himself a glass. He then put on some background music and we settled down to discuss the wedding.

He started by saying. “We need sort of background story for you since you being as attractive as you are and being with me will bring in a lot of questions from friends and family.”

Blushing a bit, I replied. “I agree, you will get bugged after I leave unless we have a plausible story for them. I suggest that we keep it as close to the truth as possible and use the sister angle since most, if not all of them that had met her was a long time ago and we do have a resemblance. We can keep the recently divorced bit and my work background since both my sister and I have followed the same profession.”

Sam nodded in agreement.

After finishing my glass, I told him that I had to get things ready for tomorrow and I would be turning in afterwards. As I got up to leave he said to me, “You know you can change at my cousins house, I talked to his wife earlier and she suggested it since I told her I was going to drop you off at a salon to get pretty for the wedding.”

I paused for a moment and said, “You think that they would be happy with me changing there?”

Sam replied with a chuckle, “As I said Camila had already offered. She won’t mind havening some female companionship. Besides you will probably look stunning after the salon makeover.
I was a bit hesitant at first but Sam was right, and the salon didn’t have much of a changing room and will allow me time and privacy to change.

“Sam I would be very grateful to do that and it will help relieve any stress I would have prior to going out.” I replied.
He then texted his cousin of the acceptance of their offer and he wished me a goodnight as I headed off to my room to get my things in order.

It took me a couple of hours to choose my accessories and other items and get them in arranged. I laid out my clothes and a possible change along with cosmetics that I might need. Finally I set out the dress shoes and bag that I would need and set about getting myself ready for bed. By the time I was in my pjs I could hear Sam snoring away in the other room.

I awoke early and went into my morning routine preparing for my jog. By the time I had returned Sam was already up and having breakfast. After stretching a bit I came in and joined him. Looking at the clock he said we would have to leave in a couple of hours if I was to make my appointment in the basin LA basin area due to traffic. I agreed and went to cleanse and prepare myself for the day.

Since I already had my things packed and had made my selections for today from the night before, I was just about ready to make my initial transformation for todays event. After showering and epilating I refixed my breasts, and thigh pads. I then attached the catheter to my penis and tapped it all in place. Having finished that I dressed in a casual tank top, shorts and mules.

Once dressed I left the bedroom and sat down for a quick breakfast of muesli and tea. Sam bless his heart packed the car of all the items I had laid out and moved them to the car. By the time I had cleaned up the kitchen after my breakfast Sam came in and asked if I was ready to go.

Telling him that I just needed a moment, I went back into the bedroom made one more quick check for everything that I needed, then rechecked my bag. Once satisfied I walked out of the house and locked the door between the house and garage, since Sam was already at the car. Before getting in the car I scanned the backseat to ensure all of for the items that I had laid out had made it to the car. Seeing that they did got in and Sam and I were off.

On the drive to the salon Sam gave me the lowdown on his cousin Edwardo and Camila. We also went over my cover story again so we both wouldn’t be caught with some faux pas comment. Traffic was lighter than usual so we arrived at the Salon 15 minutes before my appointment.

The salon had a boutique out front for transgendered women and rooms in the back where they did the makeovers. Since I was early, I walked in and started browsing some of the wig selections along with the clothing racks. While I was looking at some of the wig styles that were on display Renae the owner of the shop came out as I was browsing and asked, “Would you care for some help? Are you looking for something in particular for someone special?

Replying, “No just browsing at the moment.”

She then said after looking at me thoughtfully as I examined some of the wigs, “Although this store caters to the transgendered, I am sure that if you find something that you like, we should be able to help you. A lot of the sizes though are for larger for males so they might not meet your needs but we can always order something in.”

It took me a moment before I realized that she had taken me for a genetic woman and I almost burst out laughing but held it in and smiled and said, “Renae I am really flattered by the compliment but it is me Barbara who has an appointment for a makeover.”

Renae looked at me with astonishment grabbed and hugged me and said, “Barbra it has been sometime since I saw you, your voice, your mannerism, your look, have you transitioned?’

I replied, “Sorry same old crossdressing me. Maybe a bit more educated by you, but still me.”

“Well,” she said pausing, “If you already look this good, you are going to look fantastic once I or one of other girls finish with you. Come on back there is a chair already waiting for you.”

With that she took me back to the makeup room and left me in capable hands of Donna one of her makeup techs. She asked me about the look that I was after and I told her that I was attending the wedding as a date and she again looked me over and told me she had the perfect idea of what to do. She then asked. “Is this your real hair or a wig?”

I replied. “a real hair wig and that I would like to have it secured with glue and tape once you have gotten to replacing it.”

“That will be easy,” she said as she removed the wig and handed it over to Renae who was observing from the side.

Renae then said, “I will handle this with care and I have just the style that will add glamour to your look. You don’t a few small curls I hope?”

Thinking about it for a moment I told her, “No not at all. I think that they would look adorable.”

With that Donna started cleansing and prepping my face while making small talk. I really couldn’t reply too much since she was working on my face and needed for me to have it relaxed. We did do a bit of girl talk while she was doing my eyes though and the whole experience was awesome. Donna did take a few extra moments with my eyebrows and eyelashes giving me false eyelashes but overall, she tried to keep the makeup as light as possible while emphasizing any female feature, I had.

Donna had just finished with my makeup when Renae returned with my wig properly styled. She set my wig cap in place and then she expertly attached it with a bit of glue and tape. She then purposefully placed a few clips that could not be seen. When I saw the overall look, I was overwhelmed with what they had done.

Seeing the time, I texted Sam that I was ready and then paid Renae for the services rendered. As always, Renae gave me a small trinket (delicate bracelet).to remember my time there. Just as I was finishing up with my goodbyes and thankyou’s I saw Sam drive up out in front. I could tell by Sam’s eyes that I made a very positive impression on him as I got into the car. His only comment was, “and I thought you looked lovely earlier, this is just stunning.”

That comment was enough to give me the confidence to meet Sam’s cousins. The ride to their place was only about 15 minutes. During that time though I did have some minor doubts about my appearance but kept up the smiling face so as not to disturb Sam. Sam had already told me that me that my bag and dress was already in the spare bedroom and he led me into the house.

Camila was at the door waiting for us as we walked up. She looked at me for a moment and my heart skipped a beat then she said, “you look absolutely amazing dear, you will need to let me know who your stylist is. I definitely will need to visit them.”

She then hugged me and said, “you will need to get ready as we will have to leave in about an hour. I have you set up in the bedroom next to the bathroom. Feel free to fully utilize it as the guys will be occupied in the far guest room while I get ready in our bedroom. Yell out if you need anything.”. With that she was off to get herself ready.

Seeing the bathroom, I first headed there to freshen up a bit and check my prosthetics, I then headed for to change. Taking great care as not to mess up my makeup I stripped out of my casual wear and got my underwear, garter belt, stockings and cincher on. Since the dress was a bit shear I wore a camisole under the dress. Getting the dress on took a bit of planning but I was able to slip into it without much difficulty. I did have a problem with the back zipper though and hearing Sam’s voice I opened up the door to the room and said, “Sam could you be a dear and assist me with my back zipper?”

No sooner had I asked then he appeared at the door and I presented my back and zipper to him. Feeling his hands on my waist and back sent a little shock of thrill through me. It only took a moment and he was done but he paused a moment to look me over. Turning toward him I smiled and while waving him off I said, “Off with you I still need to finish up and you are distracting me.”

With that Sam was off to change as he had waited for his cousin to finish using the room first. I then finished dressing and walked out to the lounge room where Camila and Edwardo were. Camila’s transformation was stunning. As an older woman I thought that she would not put that much effort into preparing but I was wrong. She had done up her hair and makeup and was wearing a purple floral dress that made look years younger. I sat down across from her and complimented her on her outfit and appearance. She returned the compliment and we sat there and chatted like old friends. Edwardo seemed a bit oblivious to us and got up to check on Sam.

Sam found his way out to the lounge room where Camila and I were and Edwardo soon followed. As it was still early Camila offered a round of refreshments before we were to go. I offered to help her and the offer was graciously accepted. In the mean time Sam gathered up our belongings and put them in his car. I carried out a tray of glasses, ice and tea while Camila brought out some light snacks. Sam returned shortly and took a seat next to me. We sat and chatted about the wedding and before long it was time to leave for the wedding.

Since we were not returning to his cousins Sam and I left in his car. Before getting in he took the time to give me the once over and said, “you are just as beautiful as the bride, I am sure of it.”

I blushed a bit and thanked him for his compliment. It didn’t take us long to reach the church where the ceremony was being held and we found our seats. I noticed that Sam’s daughter was seated a couple of rows ahead of us and gave me the once over before the ceremony began.

The wedding ceremony was the typical affair so I won’t go into that. But I must say that I felt a bit different presenting myself as a woman during this ceremony than the ones that I had attended in the past. I felt more in tune watching the bride and the brides’ maids walk down the aisle and the feeling presentation that they had.

After the ceremony we left for the reception that was at a local resort about 15 minutes away. There was ample parking so Sam and I did have to walk very far to enter the main reception room. We found our names “Sam and Guest” and we saw to our delight that we were already pared with Edwardo and Camila at the table along with some of Sam’s other relatives. Fortunately Sam’s daughter and family had a different table a bit away from us.

Camila and I started a conversation that then included most of the other women around the table. I felt completely at ease talking on different subjects as my past (keeping to our script), the family that was around and a bit of family gossip. Sam and the other guys at the table went to pick up some drinks for us and while he was gone Camila came out and sort of indirectly asked me in a roundabout way what my relationship with Sam was. I went through exactly what we had a deep friendship built on mutual support and that he was helping me for the moment while I was in town.

I stated, “Sam is a dear friend and fortunately he has helped my brother and I in the past and I really want to help him in any way I can.”

Camila then asked trying to ferret out if I had any intentions with Sam, “with you being recently divorced are you looking around for someone?”

Seeing the question for what it was I answered, “My past relationship was spoiled because he didn’t want a family. If I do start looking again, I am still young enough to have children, so I would have to be with someone who was also looking at starting a family. At the moment though, I am relishing my independence away from any man and I would like to keep it that way.”

With that the ladies seemed to nod in agreement and I got a bit of a smile from Camila. She did comment to me that she appreciated the way that I was attentive to Sam since it seems to have brought him out of his gloom that he was in. I thanked her and reassured her that I was trying to comfort him when I saw that he was down. I then added, “I play the mother duck sometimes to get him to feel better.”

One of the other ladies added, “for Sam with his big heart you really have to play the mother goose.” We all giggled at that.

The wedding went on in a customary fashion, and I didn’t drink a whole lot and made sure that I watched Sam on how much he was drinking. Just after dinner and while the dancing was just beginning, I felt the need to use the facilities. I told Sam that I needed to freshen up and took leave from the table. With women’s restrooms there is always a line and the nearest one had one. Not really feeling that I wanted to converse in small talk while in line I left the main reception area and down the hallway found a lady’s room that only had one other woman waiting.

Just as I was walking over a woman left the restroom and the lady waiting quickly went in. I only had to wait for a minute or two for the next occupant to leave. Entering I saw one lady at the mirror who paid me little attention as I took one of the open stalls. Upon closing the door to the stall, I saw that there was a hook on the wall right above the toilet paper where I could hang my bag while I relieved myself.

Pulling up my dress and pulling down my panties I sat and began relieving the pressure from my bladder. I was glad that I had taken time to use the catheter since I kept me fairly clean unlike when I used to just tape. As I was just wiping I heard the outer door open and Camila’s voice.

I also recognized the other voice as belonging to Sam’s daughter. Deciding not to disturb them, I paused and just stayed quite in the stall. It appeared that the other stalls were empty and they quickly took them. I thought about making a run for it but decided to stay put for the moment.

In the stall next to mine I heard Sam’s daughter voice give a bit of anguish as she said, “Dam I started early I don’t have a pad, and I am going to ruin this dress.”

Remembering that I always carried extra thin pads for my own extra taping if needed, I reached inside my bag and deftly pulled out one and slide it to her in the next stall. Pamela seeing it slide under the divider quickly picked it up and said, “Thanks”

It the lightest voice I could I replied, “Sure, anytime.”

Pamela and Camila, didn’t take long to finish their business and I decided to stay put for the moment. As they were leaving, I heard Camila say to Pamela, “Pam I checked her out she is just trying to help your dad, she has other fish to fry.”

I then heard Pamela reply, “Well anyway I am keeping a close eye on her to make sure she just isn’t a little tarty gold digger.”

Once they had left, I completed fixing myself up and checked myself at the mirror. While I was doing that another woman entered smiled and took the first open stall. I exited and waited a brief moment and came back by the other lady’s room that still had a line. As I took my seat I mentioned the fact that there was a bit of a line at the lady’s room. Camila replied that I should have tried the one further down the hall nearer the lobby as it was practically empty.

The rest of the wedding was fairly typical and I was asked to dance by all of the gentlemen at the table. One other older distinguished gentleman came from another table and asked me to join him. As I was getting up I heard Camila whisper to me, “watch it old Paul is a lecherous old bastard.”

I replied, “Thanks for the warning.”

While dancing true to Camila’s word Paul’s hand drifted to me derriere. At first it was a bit of a shock then it was almost intoxicating as I felt his hands wonder there. Remembering where I was though I pulled his hands back to my waist. We danced a couple of dances and I thanked him for the dances at which he pulled me close by grabbing my bum and trying to kiss me. I could feel his arousal as he pushed himself into me, but having my hands in front of me I was able to push off his chest, smiled and said, “really I don’t want you to get arrested for child endangerment.”

With that I could feel that he was a bit deflated as he walked me back to the table.

Camila then said, “nicely done Barb, I told you he was a lech.”

The rest of the evening went on and I was able to get Sam out on the dance floor a couple of times. Knowing that Pamela was watching I made sure that I kept respectful distance from Sam. As the bride was getting ready to throw the bouquet Camila and the other women chided me to get out there with the other available women. Either it was their chiding or the drink that I had I did go out but fortunately one of the younger more eager maidens grabbed the bouquet just before it reached me.

Seeing that same was looking a bit less than functional I took the keys from him, as we said goodnight to all. Shortly after we drove off from the reception area, I could hear Sam snore. Traffic was light and we were home in about an hour. I hated to wake Sam but I wasn’t about to try to drag his body out of the car to bed. After a few prods though he was awake enough to move to the door and I emptied the car while he unlocked and reset the alarm.

As we were both tired, we both headed for our respective rooms and went to bed.

I started Sunday with my usual morning jog showered, did my feminine routine and had just dressed in some casual clothes when I came out to the kitchen and saw Sam there wearing a collared shirt and a pair of dress pants. I asked him what the occasion was and he said that he was heading for church. I asked him what time the service was and he said it would be in about an hour and a half. Pondering this for a moment I asked Sam if it would be alright if I accompanied him.

I was aware of the church denomination and that they were fairly liberal in their views so I felt that this would be a great experience for me. I told Sam that I would be ready in about 30 minutes and he said that would work. Having finished a quick breakfast, I moved quickly to getting changed.

A very nice dress that I had not had the opportunity to wear came to my mind and this would be the right opportunity to wear it. I did decide to go with waist cincher since it added to my figure. My makeup application was light, enough to conceal and enhance but not to draw any attention to me. After checking that all my prosthetics were in place and member taped, I went with a pair of panty hose and panties for extra protection. After brushing my wig getting my necklace and other jewelry on I slipped on a pair of two inch pumps.

It actually took me an extra 15 minutes to get ready but Sam was relaxed about the time, though he did say that we out to get a move on. So grabbing my bag I followed Sam out to his car. Sam drove and we did discuss the wedding a bit as we went. I made a remark about keeping up the cover story since we already new it and though he didn’t think there would be a reason to use it, it was best to be prepared.

As we entered the foyer of the church a couple approached us and Sam introduced me to two of his church friends, Sally and Hank. Sam gave the background story while I added a couple of remarks. We eventually moved inside. Sam and Hank continued their conversation and Sally and I took seats next to each other. At first this made me a bit nervous since I was worried about my voice in singing some of the hymns.

I mentioned this quietly to Sally by saying, “I might not sound to great since I haven’t sung any hymns for some time.”

Sally reassured me that most of the membership sang off key and I wouldn’t be noticed. Since I had, had training in choir and I knew that I could hold some countertenor notes this felt a bit more reassuring. During the service I remembered not to force my voice but allow it to project. Sally smiled a time or two at me and gave me a wink while we sang a hymn.

After the service Sally remarked, “Barb you actually have a wonderful voice, too bad you aren’t going be around the choir could actually use someone who could sing.”

We both laughed at that remark. Sally then excused herself by saying that she had to work the morning refreshments at occurred after the service. Feeling very comfortable with Sally I asked if I could help, and she replied that she could always use an extra hand. I found an apron and put it on then got busy cutting up some cakes and brownies that had been supplied.

It was a wonderful feeling of helping Sally and just talking to her and a couple of the other women who came in to help. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for me to be doing on this morning. Sam seemed to have forgotten about me anyway as he and Hank seemed lost in their conversation. I helped Sally to clean up afterward and it was nearing lunch by the time we finished.

As Sally left the kitchen, she grabbed Hank and asked him something that I couldn’t hear but then she turned to Sam and I and asked if we would like to come over to their place for lunch. Nothing special just some things I will quickly put together. Sally then said to me. “I so much miss this type of company I would greatly appreciate you and Sam to come over.”

Well, that settled it for me, since I was really enjoying the female companionship that I was getting I urged Sam to accept the invitation. Sam easily went along with my request as he and Hank were getting along rather well and they seemed to want to continue their conversation. Sam and I got into our car and over to Sally’s and Hank’s house.

At the house Sally warmly greeting both of us with a warm hug and led us into the lounge room where Hank was already sitting. Sally told us to take seats and she would have lunch ready within the hour. Feeling very womanly about the situation I said to Sally, “Sally if you are just starting to prepare lunch I can help. Besides the guys seemed to engrossed on their conversation and I would just be in the way. I rather be helping you in the kitchen if you don’t mind.”

Sally responded, “I would love your company. Let me get you an apron so you won’t spoil that pretty dress of yours.”

With that Sally and I headed for the kitchen where she pulled out a very nice apron for me to wear. She first tasked me to make some refreshments for us and the guys which I quickly whipped up. I then took two glasses into the lounge room for Hank and Sam. Sally chided me on spoiling them as she said she would have just yelled at them to come and get their own.

I was having a totally wonderful time talking with Sally about just everything. We really didn’t get into very many personal topics although she did ask me my marital status and if I had any children. She then confessed to me in a wistful way that she had two adopted sons and adopted daughter, but was unable to have any children herself. The look she gave me as she told me that, encouraged me to go over to her and give her a hug. She was a bit surprised at my approach but immediately accepted it and return the hug which we held for a moment or two.

Upon releasing her, I could see a bit of a tear in her eye and she said, “thanks I really needed that,”

I responded by saying, “Sorry about being so forward but I just saw you needed a bit of comforting.”

Sally smiled and replied, “Yes and thank you again I needed that.”

She paused, smiled and said, “In some ways you fill the space of the daughter that I never had.”

I must have blushed because Sally then came over and gave me a hug. We then continued our conversation as we sustained our chatting and finishing preparations. While doing this a thought came to me saying if this is being a woman, I really am enjoying it. Within the hour we had lunch prepared and sat down to eat. The conversation was light and I was able to listen to the most recent church gossip.

After lunch I assisted Sally with clean up and all four of us took seats out on the patio while Hank brought out glasses of wine. We had not been sitting for more than 20 minutes before a neighbor next to Hank and Sally’s place popped his head over the fence. All three greeted the neighbor by name (John) and Hank introduced me. John then asked if he could come over and join us. Hank immediately replied, “Yes, come on over.

As Hank was saying this Sally gave Hank a stare with daggers in it. Hank didn’t see Sally’s look though until after he had agreed for John to come over. He then sort of innocently looked over to Sally and said, “what?”

She replied in a very tender tone, “you know exactly what.”

With that I could see Sam gag back a chuckle and Sally leaned over to me and said. “John is a chauvinistic, philandering, reprobate, who has been divorced for two years. Blames it all on his ex but I think she put up with a whole lot before seeing the light. He probably heard another female voice over here and wants to check you out.”

John came over with a drink in his hand and immediately started throwing questions at me. In between his questions he advocated a very right wing male viewpoint of the world. When I told him that I was an independent account auditor, running my own business he insisted that was because I was given it through connections with my brother. His viewpoint was that behind every successful woman there was a man showing her the way and making a road for them.

He then started spouting out his viewpoints on the transgendered and any one affiliated with the LGBT movement. His remarks of course hit a nerve and I began to politely ask a few pertinent questions regarding his beliefs. He reaffirmed this by saying “any transgendered man or woman was just making it up and was brainwashed by the media. Women were women and had a role in the home making it comfortable for the man that was supporting them.”

He then added, “for a woman to be a woman they needed to bare children of their own. A transgendered woman can’t bare a child and since she can’t bare a child she is not a woman.”

By the look on Sally’s face when John made his last statement that he had hit a nerve and she calmly but distinctly said, “John I can’t bare a child does that mean I am not a woman?”

John sort of back pedaled on this but Sally wasn’t going to let him off and said she knew of a couple of transgendered girls that had gone through some rough times and she saw them as women as any woman with fallopian tubes. It seemed that Sally was just about getting started when Hank spoke up and said, “John you have to excuse Sam and Barb as they have another get together coming up shortly so we will be going in. Thanks for coming over.”

John smiled and after picking up his empty glass replied, “Thanks and Barb if you are ever free let me know, I will see you around.”

All of us got up as John left and we went back into the lounge area, Sally apologized for the unplanned guest, while Hank gave her a thoughtful that said sorry. Sally then suggested that we all take in a movie the Materialists at the local theater, since she had been wanting to see one that one and it just came on. Hank rolled his eyes and let out an audible whisper, “chick flick.”

Sally hearing that said “Hank you don’t have to go.”

Then giving me a sort of sad asking face said, “Barb would you like to go with me?”

I smiled and said, “I would love to see that movie, I have heard a few reviews and they said it was pretty good. We can leave the guys here.”

Hearing that, Sally’s smile spread across her face and we headed for the theatre. Once at the theater we got our seats and of course some popcorn and drinks. We continued to chatting until the movie started and we did whisper a bit during the previews until we were hushed by some nearby movie goers.
After the movie, since we both had finished our drinks, we admitted that we had the need to visit the lady’s room. It seemed so natural to walk through the door with the lady icon on it as we chatted. I took an empty cubicle and relived myself and was already standing before the mirror when Sally finished.

I really looked myself over closely while before the mirror and I saw Sally staring at me and she smiled as she said, “Are primping for a date afterwards?”

“No,” I replied, “just looking for blemishes that always pop up.”
We both refreshed our lips in the mirror and I did a light brushing of my hair. I then noticed the lovely transgender earrings that Sally was wearing and told her, “Those are adorable earrings where did you get them?”

She replied, “Oh those lovely things my daughter gave them to me.”

Having finished our primping, we exited the room and then decided to stop by a nearby coffee shop and review the movie. Sally started out by commenting on how handsome the lead was and I surprised myself by then adding that his male costar was also cute. Sally then started apologizing for what happened with John.

I said to her, “I totally understand, how you felt, especially the comments that he made about having children.”

Sally then replied. “That was only the first part that riled me, his view point on transgendered also got to me.”

She continued. “I have to say I was a bit that way myself awhile back and I still think of myself as a fiscal conservative but my view point on the way some on the right treat other people just doesn’t go with my views.”

I asked, “How so?”

Sally then continued by saying, “I have a close childhood friend Holly who had a son that was transgender. He now a she, was about nine when her mother discovered the fact when she found her dressing in some of her sisters clothes. At the time she asked me my opinion of it and I was noncommittal and said it was probably just something a child would like to investigate further.”

Sally paused and looked wistfully out the window. She then continued, “Holly then held back and didn’t talk to anyone else about it, she did allow her daughter to experiment with dressing up put kept it as a secret between them. This continued on towards when she was starting puberty. At that time puberty blockers were just becoming accessible for the young and my friend asked me my opinion on it. I told her that he should develop naturally and it would probably do more damage to him than help him. Unfortunately, she followed my advice.”

Sally took a sip from her cup and continued, “Hollys’ daughter just turned 15 and was sort of doing okay in school but was withdrawn. On a weekend about a month after her birthday Holly and her husband took a weekend away. They were suppose to come back late, but due to the weather cancelled part of their stay. When they arrived home, they discovered their daughter fully dressed in her sisters clothing doing somethings in the kitchen. Well Hollys husband went off the deep end and starting hitting the child and saying no boy of mine is turning into some queer. Holly had to restrain him from doing more harm. That evening her daughter took an overdose of pills that almost killed her.”

Sally then said to me, “I hope that this is not unloading on you since we just met but I wanted to explain why John upset me so.”

I replied, “no not in the least. It is good when something like this is troubling you to get it off your chest.”

“Thanks.” Sally replied and then asked, “do you want to hear the rest of it?”

“Only if you wish to tell it.” I replied.

She then continued. “Well, they found her in the morning unresponsive and was able to get her to the hospital. Hollys’ husband at that point was insistent that they have her committed. Fortunately for Holly there was a place near where we lived at the time that would take in troubled youth and I mentioned it to Holly. Unknown to us at the time, they were specialized in dealing with teens and gender issues. Since the facility was about 6 hours away from them and close to me, Holly asked if I would drop in and see her daughter every now and then.”

“At first I did the visitations as a favor to Holly, but once I got her trust, and confidence and I got to know her better, I began more regular visits. During that time, she confided in me desire to be a woman and not fitting into her body. When Holly would be able to visit, we both went to see the attending physician and she reaffirmed what Holly’s daughter was going through. After 6 months in therapy the doctor recommended the use of hormone blockers to help her adjust. Hollys’ husband was adamant that was not going to happen to his son, and if it did, he was no son of his.”

Sally shook her head and then continued, “Holly’s husband forbid her to give permission for any drug that would be used to change his son. After a few weeks of torment though Holly and I came up with a plan to fix this. We proposed to Holly’s husband that Hank and I would adopt Holly’s daughter and she would no longer be his responsibility. We were both amazed at how readily he agreed to this with the stipulation of a name change and no monetary responsibility.”

“So this is how it came to be that I have a son who is now my daughter and I get really pissed at those who can’t live with a change in physical appearance to match ones soul.” Sally stated.

Upon Sally’s divulging her past I was feeling very warm and caring towards her up to the point of disclosing my secret, but I felt that it might be an imposition at this point. It did make me feel special that she had told me this and I told her as much.

She then said, “Well it really ticks me off when someone spouts that political B.S to me. Besides we didn’t move to our current location until our daughter Sarah was well into her transformation and John has only known her to be Sarah.”

Sally then laughed and said, “John actually tried to make the moves on her, but Sarah put him down hard and I think he is still feeling the rejection. Of course, he doesn’t know of her past. Presently she is a lawyer in the L.A. area giving up her time to help troubled teens.”

Sally and I finished up our drinks and went back to Sally’s place. On the way home I asked if the guys might have missed us and Sally just said, “As you enter the door look to the left in the lounge and you will see your answer.”

So once we did get back to Sally’s place I did look in lounge and saw both Sam and Hank fatefully sawing logs in each respective recliners. Our presence must have made enough noise that it woke up both of the guys. Sam stretched and looked at his watch and said, “Gee you two were gone for awhile we thought you might have met up with some guys and dumped us.”

I replied, “Oh we did but we were too much for them to handle to they dropped us,”

Sam then looked at his watch and said, “you know it is getting toward dinner why don’t Barb and I return the favor and take you out for diner. Nothing fancy but the steak house down the road.”

Hank was a bit hesitant but Sally seemed to be enjoying our company and said, “Sure we would love it. What time would you like to meet us there?”

Sam then looked at me and I replied, “Say in a couple of hours. I need to freshen up and put this dress in the laundry. About 6:30 should be okay. How will that do for you Sally?”

“That will do fine. I too need a bit of freshening up too.” Sally replied.

With that Sam and I said our good byes, and I had to give Sally a big hug before leaving. We were just in the car and Sam asked what we had talked about while were gone. I then coyly mentioned that it was about her daughter. Sam then nodded and asked, “Did she go into the whole story? If she did, you can see just what a kind and beautiful person she is.”

“Yes,” I replied “she did and she is.”

We then talked about what I was feeling at being so much a woman over the last couple of days. It was reassuring to hear his affirmation of my presentation as a woman that he for the most part just took me as I was.

We arrived back at Sam’s place where I removed and brushed my wig then took a quick shower and washed off my prosthetics. A close review of my face showed that the laser treatments had worked as there was very little stubble being shown. I did use my portable laser treatment to attack a couple of the barely noticeable places and then lightly went over my face with a razor. Over all my face felt smooth and soft.

Having reattached my prosthetics, I pulled on a clean pair of panties and matching bra and sat down and did my makeup. Upon finishing and after reattaching my wig I did my body spray and selected a pair of jeans, a cream blouse and a pair of ankle boots to wear. I also decided to go with a waist cincher since I wanted to especially enhance my curves. Putting that all on I found some dangling earrings and lovely stone colored long necklace that would bring attention to my feminine cleavage.

Once finished I checked my bag, spritz on a bit of perfume checked myself once again and exited the room. Sam of course had already changed and was watching T.V. as he waited for me. Seeing that we had about 15 minutes before we needed to leave he asked me what I had planned for next week.

Sitting down next to him I replied, “I was thinking of visiting my old alma mater and taking in the sights as a woman. I would like to know the feeling of walking around campus in a skirt”

Sam replied, “I know the place, I went to the same university. Also I still have a few acquaintances that I know that still work in the administration offices. I will see if I could get you a tour of campus.”

I was so excited about the prospect that I got up and gave Sam a hug and told him that would be great. He seemed a bit flustered at my emotion but quickly composed himself and said, “I will get to it the first thing in the morning,”

Soon we were off for diner, on the drive there I asked Sam, “Do you think I should come clean with Sally about my true gender?”

Sam thought a moment than said, “What you have presented to me and to everyone else so far is a woman who is concerned about others. I think telling Sally any different may distract her from your current relationship. She seems quite fond of you. Maybe sometime in the future yes, but I think it would be best just to leave as is.”

Sam was right I was fully into my female persona and I really didn’t want to upset our budding relationship. It felt so right to be with another woman who I could relate to as a woman. Maybe I even could get to meet her daughter. We arrived and met Hank and Sally at the steak house and had a wonderful time. Sally I conversed like old friends and it gave me a warm feeling inside. All to soon we were heading back to Sam’s place but I still had that wonderfully feeling of sister ship that had developed between Sally and I.

Monday morning came and the alarm went off and I really didn’t feel like moving. The sun came through a crack in the drapes that coaxes me into wakefulness. Once out of bed I started my morning routine and was out jogging before Sam was up.

Once back, cleaned up, and dressed decently in a pair of long shorts and blouse, I started preparing breakfast for Sam. I made him his usual toast, egg, coffee and a bit of bacon. I had it ready for him but he did not answer when I called out to him, so I went looking for him first in the bedroom then in the office where I found him. I saw that he was on the phone and mouthed out breakfast.

Sam then came out for breakfast. While on the phone he was talking with one of his friends at the university. True to his word Sam had scheduled a tour of my alma mater for Tuesday. He said that he had to make it an appointment as a mother in daughter as the computer wanted the prospective student’s name. His friend though said I would be welcome to go alone but he had to register a daughter who Sam thought up on the spot.

Sam then informed me that I would be getting an email giving the instructions and who to see. Thankfully Sam did have my regular email address. I got the confirmation email that later that morning and called the university to tell them that my daughter was still with my ex so I would be attending with my father (Sam). They were fine with that and seemed pleased to give me the selling tour as I was supposed to be one of the parents paying the bills.

It being Monday I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for the trip other than to do a bit of laundry and make a selection of clothes. For some reason this adventure scared me even more than going to the wedding as far as being outed. This may have had to do with my familiarity with the campus and experiences on it. I finished up the laundry and then started to look for what I was going to wear tomorrow. It was noon by the time I decided on what I was going to wear and had it laid out in the closet, making sure that it was clean. I then heard Sam announce that he had prepared lunch.

During lunch Sam could tell that I was thinking a lot about this and he reassured me that as his daughter I would be presenting the typical motherly female on this trip. Besides he commented I would probably be the sexiest woman on campus. His compliments helped me but I still had my doubts.

We finished lunch and I shooed Sam out of the kitchen so I could clean up. I was just finishing my duties in the kitchen and I was looking through the kitchen drawers to put away some items when I came across the usual junk drawer. This drawer was a catch all for those items needing a place but not having one. On the top was a couple of bottles of super glue.

The memory of using this stuff before while tucking to create a look a like vulva from my excess scrotum tissue came back to me. I remembered that it was a bit painful to remove the glue but it held and wasn’t uncomfortable while using it. Thinking it over for a moment, I grabbed both bottles to use for preparation. As usual Sam had retired to his usual recliner for his afternoon nap which allowed me about 3 hours of uninterrupted time to perform my glue operation.

As I was going over to my room the thought of my member becoming too stiff to work with came to mind. So, I went back to the kitchen freezer and pulled out a bag of peas and proceeded to the bedroom ensuite. Prior to stripping, I put aside a razor with a new blade, some shaving cream and a pair of scissors. After stripping I then trimmed away the excess hair from my dangly bits and around my pubic area. Having done that I looked around for a hand mirror so that I could inspect the lower area. It took a moment but I found one in a drawer of the vanity.

Before stepping into the bathtub to perform the shaving, I set the required implements next to the bathtub. It was then I remembered to pull out a bottle of nail polish remover from my makeup kit as I had some minor problems with the glue application on my prior usages. Also seeing my plastic micropore surgical tape in there that I have used in taping I pulled that out and placed it in easy reach with the glue. Having all of that ready, I sat in the tub and shaved the remaining stubble and rinsed the area.

Once the area was dried, I grabbed the bag of peas and placed them in a towel and laid them on my groin. There was a bit of pain as I held the peas there, but my member began to fully deflate. I then proceeded with a process of tucking up my testes, holding them in place, positioning the urethra opening of the member to the rear with tape and building up my vulva and labia.

I won’t go into the finicky process, as it took a bit of maneuvering with tape and glue, to move it into place. I had to redo parts that I did and I was glad that I had the nail polish remover handy (but it burned a bit). After examining my work using the mirror I found that it look fairly passable in a sitting position even with my knees slightly apart.

It took a bit to get the feeling right while standing and I had to reapply a bit of glue and tape but it worked. I let the works dry a bit before trying to urinate. Although slightly messy it worked and I was able to relieve myself there. I then removed and cleaned my other prosthetics and took a shower. Once done I reapplied all and got dressed.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I had finished but Sam was still napping. I decided to make diner and started on preparations. As I moved I could feel the difference between my legs with less of a feeling of a protrusion (and it felt wonderful). This made me feel very feminine and I enjoyed doing my kitchen work.

Sam was out and moving as he heard me in the kitchen. As he came in he said, “there is something in your step that remind me of my daughter. It must be the way you move.”

Smiling to myself I thought, yes in the way I move and feel without a bit of loose skin flopping around in front of me. After diner Sam helped me to clean up. While I was finishing up he sat in a chair and just watched me and said, “It is very nice having a woman around the house again.”

“You just appreciate the meals that I make you is all,”

“No it is the way you look and move. It really is fascinating that you move in such a feminine manner,”

I smiled at him and said, “would you expect anything else from me?”

Pausing for a moment he then said, “No, not that you mention it. I am just happy to have a woman around the house again.”

Upon finishing we went into the lounge and Sam uncorked a bottle of wine and we sat and watched a movie. Part way through he had nodded off and when the movie finished, I had to shake him to get off to bed. Having turned off the lights I too headed for my bedroom and the next day’s adventure.

In the morning I did the regular routine, light makeup, jogging outfit, cap and stretching. This time Ted was washing off his car while he watched me. His conscious efforts to keep observing me again boosted my confidence but there was still that nagging doubt in the back of my head that I was going to be outed. As I stretched, I noticed a definite camel toe outline in my spandex shorts. This appeared not to have gone unnoticed by Ted.

Upon returning I showered then I prepared for the trip since we would have to leave right after breakfast. I selected a V black neck dress and a pair of black kitten heel court shoes. To emphasize my curves, I put on a corset and tightened it. After thinking about the tour, I put my white sneakers in a carry bag to slip on for the extended walk. I intended to go bare on the legs so I skipped the panty hose.

My makeup was a bit more than subtle as I used more makeup to accentuate my female image. I used a full eyeliner scheme and attached my fake eyelashes. I went with a more daring red lipstick with a slight blush. I also decided on using my expensive prosthetic breasts since I could tape and show my natural cleavage that would be accentuated by the v neck of the dress.

When I sat down for breakfast Sam gave me the once over and said I would knock them dead at the University. I told him that I was trying to hold it down while attempting to get that exhilaration of being on campus as a woman. I further confided that I wish that I could wear something sexier but I needed to at least keep the idea that I was a mother not a hooker. With that he suggested that maybe I could wear something sexy underneath and still feel that way.

Thinking about that I took Sam up on his idea and pulled off my dress and substituted my original panty and bra set for a satin and lace push up bra with garter belt and lace panty. After adjusting my undies, I pulled out two new pairs of stockings one for my purse for runs and one to wear.

Previous to this, to ensure my hip pads stayed in place, I had created a thin compression garment out of a pair of panty hose. By carefully cutting out the crotch and legs, then gluing the edges I had an almost invisible panty garment that held the pads along with the adhesive firmly in place. Sliding the stockings up my legs definitely gave me a tingle and the elasticized band of the stockings. The band on the stocking also covered the edge of my compression panty.

After attaching the garters and pulling up my panty I replaced my bra and slipped on my dress. Admiring my sexy image in the mirror I heard Sam call to remind me that we had to leave in a few minutes. So, gathering up my purse and essentials I sprayed on some chance by Chanel and was out the door.

Since I was still a bit nervous about the whole affair Sam decided to drive. As I got in the car Sam observed me and said I must have done something because he could feel that I was a bit more excited about going. I confessed that I took his advice and let myself feel sexier underneath. He then smiled and said it was too bad that he couldn’t see it himself. With that I blushed and we were off.

The drive was about 3 hours and since my corset was tight, we had to stop along the way to use the facilities. I had used the public restrooms along the highway before but usually only at night and while I waited for the area to clear. Unfortunately, I did not have the luxury to wait due to my bladder demands and being on time for the tour.

Sam also went out to use the facilities as I got out. Although the lady’s area was closer to the car there was a short line of women ahead of me. As I approached though the line shortened to just one woman and her little girl who was just about four. While we stood there waiting the little girl kept looking at me with questioning eyes.

This attention by the little girl began to make me a bit self-conscious and I began to think of alternatives to remove myself from the line but I just smiled at the little girl who returned my smile. The lady that had the girl was mostly concerned with her phone but after a moment she noticed that the little girl had been staring intently at me. She then leaned down and told her it was impolite to stare. The little girl responded that she thought I was very pretty and she liked to look at me.

I didn’t catch the rest of the conversation between them as another lady exited the area and the lady with the child entered. My heart though was a flutter as I passed the kids test and felt more comfortable as I entered the lady’s room and made my way to the open stall. My glue creation allowed me to pee while seated and since I was wearing a garter belt with stockings it was easy enough to just pull down my panty and relieve myself.

After finishing up and leaving the stall I proceeded to the long counter area with multiple sinks. Having washed up I examined myself in the mirror and found myself definitely passable. I took a moment to freshen my lipstick and then I was out of the lady’s room. Exiting I saw that the line had increased and now was 3 ladies deep. Getting back in the car Sam chided me on taking so long and I reminded him that there was always a line for the lady’s facilities.

We had a light lunch at a Denny’s just prior to the university. While there our server asked me where I had gotten my dress and I told her where I got it online. She continued the conversation about how she would like to get a similar dress. I then commented on her necklace and the way it sparkled. She thanked me and informed me that it was her grandmothers.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries and then she was off to get our order. As she left Sam shook his head and stated that like being with any woman it just takes twice as long just to get an order out. I smiled and said that he just has to accept me for what I am. With that he gave a faint laugh and smiled.

After lunch it was only a short drive to the admin building of the university. We had to stop at the kiosk outside of the parking area to pick up our parking permit that allowed us to park there for the entire afternoon. As Sam pulled into the parking space I got hit with a moment of panic and elation as it hit me that I was presenting myself as a woman on my schools’ campus.

I must have made an unintentional gasp as it hit me because Sam looked over at me and asked if I was okay. The only word that I could get out of my mouth was WOW. I then smiled warmly at him and told him that I was not only okay but exited at the moment. Since I already had slipped on my heels and placed the walking shoes in a tote bag, I grabbed that tote bag, and my purse then slipped out of the car.

There was an electric feeling going through me as I walked these familiar steps as a woman. I hadn’t felt that excited since I had made my first plunge out in the world alone as a woman. Pausing just outside of the car I grabbed my phone and used the selfie mode to examine myself. The reality was beginning to sink in, here I was a being myself as a woman standing on my alma-mater’s grounds. It is something that I dreamed of that had now come true.

Pausing I took another moment to smell the air that drifted by me that held the scent of my perfume, I felt the weight of my breasts pulling at my bra straps while with my legs felt the tug of my stockings against their garters. My senses were overwhelmed with the femininity that I now felt within me. My self-absorption was interrupted by Sam moving over to me by gently placing his hand on my waist and asking if I was ready to go.

My reply to Sam was that I was more than ready as I flashed him a big smile. I relished each step I took on the sidewalk as I heard the click of my heels upon it. The slight tug of my garters along with the bounce of my breasts while walking on campus was an exquisite feeling was now forever etched into my memory. The feeling of fitting in as a woman was intoxicating and made my head feel a bit light.

As we approached the door to the admin building with me in the lead (since I already knew the area), a man in a suit who was exiting the building held the door open for us. Sam mentioned as we proceeded down the hall that there were benefits in being with an attractive lady. We decided to use the elevator to go up to the second floor to the admissions office.

There was another lady carrying some files that was already at the elevator so we did not have to wait long for it to arrive. This was one of the few times that I did not feel self-conscious of being observed in such a small space. I moved to the side opposite the lady with the files while Sam stood next to her. We exchanged smiles and she went back to being preoccupied with her work of going over the files she carried.

As we got off the elevator, I purposely asked the lady with the files where the ladies’ room was and she pointed while saying down the hall and to the right. With that she walked off down the hall in the opposite direction. Sam asked if needed the facilities and I said yes. Looking at his watch he said we had about ten minutes and that he would wait there by the elevator where there was a couple of comfy chairs. I left my tote bag with him and took off down the hallway.

As I strolled down the hallway towards the ladies’ room, I smiled to myself in my new found confidence. I only really needed to check my makeup and I already knew where the ladies room myself but, I just wanted that bit more reassurance from a stranger as to what I was presenting. That is why I asked our elevator companion for directions which she gave without a hint of reading me. I monetarily paused at the door as my mind brought of memories of some women who entered the same room. My past longing to be one of the women to pass through that portal was now being fulfilled.
After entering I did use the toilet and found my way to the outer alcove that held the sinks and mirrors. As I looked into the mirror, I could feel the femineity in me engulf my being. Examining my makeup, I was reassured that everything was in place and that it would hold for at least the next few hours.

Rummaging through my purse I found my lipstick and freshened that up. The taste of the lipstick was definitely intoxicating on my tongue as I wetted my lips. I then brushed out my hair and before leaving sprayed the air above me with a light mist of perfume so that it lightly fell upon me and was not engulfed in it.

Sam was going through his phone messages as I returned and got up as I approached. He asked inquisitively which way to admissions and I told him just a couple of doors down the hall. Sam held the door for me as we entered and the girl at the reception desk asked if she could help us. I informed her that we had a One o’clock appointment and who we were.

As she looked at her screen, she confirmed that we were in the right place and for us to take a seat and said Mr. Monroe would be with us shortly. We were only seated for a couple minutes when a young guy in his 30s introduced himself and escorted us into one of the small conference rooms. After inquiring about my daughter who might be attending, he gave us a selling speech and presented us with an assortment of brochures detailing parts of the University.

He then offered us some bottled water to take with us on our tour and said that the guide would be here shortly. He then informed us that another couple would be with us on the tour and hoped that we have a pleasant experience visiting the campus. With that he ushered us back to the waiting area and informed the receptionist that we would be on the 1:20 tour.

In just a few minutes our tour guide, Karen, arrived with a couple and a young man who I assumed was their son in tow. Karen introduced us saying that the lady was Sharon and her husband Jeff and son Mark. Now my feminine instincts kicked in and I began to sizing up the competition.

Sharon wore a white pair of slacks that fit her form fantastically while allowing her to move with grace. Her hair was shoulder length, and she wore a silk blue blouse. Around her neck was a simple gold chain necklace and she carried a large shoulder bag. Of course, she had on comfortable sandals which reminded me that I should change my shoes.

Sam was already ahead on me at this point as he handed me the tote bag that held my sneakers that he was still hanging onto. Karen seeing that I was changing shoes commented that it was a good idea as we were going to be walking a bit. As we walked out down the hall, we started to form couples, Karen and Mark were at the lead with Sam and Jeff just behind with Sharon and I following.

Sharon with whom I was now walking, was a chatty person that I immediately felt comfortable with. There was a moment of elation that came over me as I became aware of myself fitting into the role of another woman. As we started our tour at the Student Center though, I felt for a moment that everyone that we passed in the building was looking at me. In some ways I was right about that, since we were in a tour group and I was the only one who was dressed a bit more formally we might draw some attention. I looked for any visual cues from Sharon that there was something different in me and saw none.

Actually, Sharon was a smidge taller than me since she was wearing a healed sandal so after a moments reflection my feelings of insecurity dropped away. Along our tour of the student center, we passed the campus store. The store displayed many items with the University logo and Sharon and I held back for a moment to look at them. As we moved away from the store, I mentioned to her that I would be coming back to look through the store, she responded that it was a great idea and might join me.

As we walked outside between the buildings, I took time to study and admire the feminine hand gestures that both Karen the tour guide and Sharon exhibited. Whenever possible I liked to learn by observation to improve my feminine presentation. Both of them made fluid gestures with their hands having their palms up most of the time and the hand loose and flowing from the wrist. Sharon talked a lot using her hands and when I responded I made sure that my hands although not mimicking hers were displayed in a soft cyclical motion.

The emotions and sensations that flowed through me as I walked and talked with my new girlfriend were to say, delicious. I savored the feeling of my garters pulling on my stockings with each short step I took in my dress. The movement of my breasts as we walked accentuated my feminine feeling.

My femineity really came through as we passed by a reflecting pond between buildings and I lightly touched Sharon’s shoulder and while leaning into her, I stated what a wonderful view of the pool. Sharon paused and smiled and agreed that it was glorious especially with the lighting and how the clouds were reflected by the water. The guys ahead of us saw us stop for the view and Jeff gave Sharon a look to move on which she ignored in order to savor the view with me.

I was now so comfortable in my female role that I almost missed Sharon’s complete acceptance of my feminine mannerism of my gentle touch upon her shoulder. It was only after we started walking again that this thought came to mind. Her complete acceptance of my female persona lifted me as if I was walking on clouds. It was if a veil was lifted and my inner woman was now out and enjoying herself.

Where I had been a bit self-conscious of the image that I was portraying I was now relaxed and enjoying every moment of being a woman strolling on campus. Karen led us into one of the new lecture halls and had us take seats in the auditorium. This was a special treat since I had wanted to feel as if I was a COED attending a lecture in this hall which I had done before in male mode.

With the utmost grace I smoothed out my dress before sitting down next to Sharon. I then crossed my legs and placed my bag on my lap. It felt so natural and I had a wow moment as I took it in sitting there in the auditorium. Karen then started a canned five-minute automated power point presentation showing off some the impressive and interesting parts of the campus.

After it was finished Karen gathered us up and we moved on to visit one of the dorms. The dorm chosen as luck would have it was one that I had lived in for a period of time. A shudder of excitement went through my body as I watched my stocking clad leg step across the entry threshold.

I took a moment to drink it all in once we stopped in the familiar foyer. Here I was, as I wanted to portray myself multiple times, a complete woman. Karen was now up in front of our group peering as if she was looking for someone. Just behind us down the hall I could hear a few male voices one of which said that it looked like the tour group.

As they came closer one of the voices said “Yea and they brought two MILFs, I will take the skirt,” the other voice stated he would go for the one in the slacks. Karen turned red as she heard what was said and gave the two guys a stern look at which they both said sorry. Turning back to us Karen while still glaring at the two. She then stated that the two young men were to give us a tour of a dorm room.

Having seen the room many times before I asked if I could beg out of this part of the tour and use the facilities since my corset was not allowing me to hold much liquid in me. Sharon also said she could use a rest stop so Karen said she would meet us again back in the lobby and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes.

Sharon actually preceded me into the ladies’ room which was unoccupied except for us. We made our ways into separate stalls and I was glad that I chose to wear garters since I was just able to slide my panties down to sit and pee. I finished first and was moving to one of the wash basins and taking in the ambience of the facility. Like most woman’s toilets this had subtle colors, a chair in the corner some plastic flowers in a vase on the counter and a pleasant scent coming from a fragrance pot near the counter.

There were three basins there so we both were able to clean up at the same time. Looking in the mirror I decided that my facial powder and lips needed a bit of attention. As I was starting to apply my lipstick while looking in the mirror Sharon stared at me in an inquisitive way and asked me what a MILF was.

I almost dropped my lipstick and could feel my face heat up from a bit of embarrassment but was able to continue as she gazed at me. As I completed my lipstick and placed the cover back on it, I turned, smiled, and said to her “a MILF is a term young males use for more a mature woman meaning Mother I would like to F.”

With that she said “Oh”

and then said “F”

and I replied “yes F.”

I watched her face as it lit up and the realization of the last word hit her because she stated a long OOOHH and turned a bit red. We left the facility and took seats next to each other on the sofa in the lounge area of the foyer. By this time Sharon had regained her composure and leaned into me and asked if I thought that those guys were hot for us. For the first time I really let it sink in and felt myself getting a bit aroused and hot myself, smiled, and said yes.

Sharon smiled too and started giggling which started me giggling and she said really and while I continued to giggle and I replied “really.”

Karen and the guys soon returned while we were just getting over our giggles. They were without the two male escorts of course. Karen came up to us and apologized for their remarks and I stated we had taken no offense to the remarks.

Karen then said she would be taking us back to the admin building and asked if we would like to stop off at any other place. Sharon was the first to answer that she would like to go by the Campus store in the student center. I agreed with her comment so we then walked off toward the center.

Karen departed from us as we arrived at the store and again apologized for the rude remarks of the guys at the dorm. As we entered the store Sharon and I took to browsing through the clothing section that had school logo signed clothing. Sharon found a sweater that she liked and I found a very cute sleep dress. We were at a table that had laid out some intimate undies when Sam walked up to see what I was up to. At that moment I saw a 3 pack of thong undies with the school label, picked them up, and asked Sam who was behind us what he thought of this purchase.

Sam turned a bit red as I showed him a sample of the thongs and couldn’t really answer, but Sharon filled the gap by saying they were just gorgeous and said she had to have a set and with that grabbed a box for herself. I must say that I was really enjoying myself at that moment of my feminine sensation.

After paying for our purchases, we said our goodbyes to each other and Sharon asked if she we could keep in touch. Since I had my fem phone with me, I said sure and I texted her my email address. I now had to remind myself to ensure that my crossdressing Facebook page was private so she wouldn’t stumble upon it.

I sat down on a bench just outside of the store and Sam joined me. I asked him for the tote bag holding my shoes and changed out of my sneakers to my heels. I wanted again the whole experience walking on campus even if it was just to the car. Sam asked me if there was any other place I would like to visit before leaving campus. Thinking for a moment I said “I would like to walk through the campus library”

The library was just across the street so after switching out of my sneakers I was on my way. The entrance had not changed and I walked right on in as Tom followed. My memories drifted through my mind as I walked over to the periodical section where I had spent a lot of time browsing and studying. Sam motioned to me that he was going to take one of the comfortable seats that were scattered through the room.
While I stood there looking at the displayed magazines and drinking in my feelings of being there as the person that I fantasized at being and now was a man approached me and said, “miss is there anything that you are looking for in particular?”

Having been brought out of my revelry of memories and current feelings, I instinctively replied, “Yes, the recent edition of the economist magazine.”

The man then motioned me to follow him. He then showed me we the most recent edition was and said, “If there is anything else I can help you with let me know.”

He then smiled and turned toward another woman looking for something. As I walked over to where Sam was sitting, I saw a grin on his face and he said while I sat down, He said as I truned to him, “that guy seems to be helping mostly attractive women. I watched him as he went by a couple of other people who seemed to need help and picked you out. He then gave you the once over as he left to find his next attractive target.”

I blushed and replied, “Sam get real, he was just helping someone who looked a bit lost.”

“Really, watch him for a few moments and tell me what you see.”

Well sure enough Sam was right. He seemed to be finding the most attractive women and girls to assist. At one point a man approached him with a question and he seemed a bit put out to have his time taken away from his game. Sam then nodded and said, “yes being an attractive woman here has its advantages.”

Hearing that I blushed profusely. I then settled back to enjoy my being in the library as a woman. How many times I sat in the very same spot and wondered what it would be like to be doing what I was now doing. A shiver went up my spine as I had the thought. At that moment I began to focus on the rise and fall of my chest and the movement of my breasts. I could feel the pull of my stockings along with the constriction of my corset. That constriction feeling again made me desire to utilize the lady’s room.

I told Sam that I would be going and would be back in a few minutes. He nodded and picked up a nearby paper and began to read it. Seeking out the lady’s room in the library was always a secret goal of mine ever since I heard one of my former female lecturers admonish the administration on such opulence being spent on the women’s bathroom instead of books. This statement was later confirmed by a female friend of mine who said she rather be there than in the library itself.

Upon entering I could understand her statement. I was greeted by a large sitting room with a full-length mirror, a couple of small sofas and comfy chairs. At the end of the room through an ornate arch one entered the sink area with multiple individual sinks and mirrors. At the far end were the stalls that white doors and paneling.

Going into one of the stalls there was a foldable shelf to place your purse and belongings. Inside the stall there was a sanitary trash container next to the toilet, a small container for pads and attached to the toilet what I could only determine was a hand bidet. Lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties I did my stuff and wiped. After fixing myself I left the stall for the next occupant.

Having an individual sink area greatly assisted me in focusing on fixing my makeup and washing up. Leaving the toilet area and back in the sitting room I decided to sit for a moment and review the messages on my phone. Another woman and a two young girls entered and all seemed to preoccupied with themselves to pay me any attention. Slinging my purse on my shoulder I exited the lady’s room with a sense of belonging.

Once back to where Sam was sitting, he asked if I was ready to go and even though I wanted to indulge myself more in this experience I realized that the afternoon was almost gone.

As we walked back to the car Sam asked if there was any other place that I would like to visit. After thinking on that for a moment, I said that there was a bar on the outskirts of campus that I use to frequent and even though it was probably closed I would like to get out and get my picture taken in front of it. Sam said no problem and just asked for directions.

It was a short drive from campus to the bar. As we drove up I saw a sign outside that said happy hour starting at this hour with all mixed drinks for the ladies half off. Seeing that it was open I was keen on going in but asked Sam if he was up to it. Seeing how this excited me he agreed for a short stop and said smiling that since it was ½ price drinks for the ladies it would be a cheap date.

Since it was still early there was no ID checker at the door and only a few people in there, two other couples and a couple of guys at the pool table at the far end of the room. Since there were so few people in the bar Sam and I took seats at the long bar so we could order our drinks directly. The bartender who was a 20 something and rather charming asked what we would like to order and I said a cosmopolitan while Sam ordered just a coke since he was driving.

The bar tender was definitely charming and he and I started to converse quite easily. Sam gave me a look that indicated that I was just flirting with this guy and I had to admit he was right. Just after we got our drinks Sam excused himself to use the facilities. As I chatted away with the bartender I heard a voice behind me ask if the other seat next to me was taken.

I immediately recognized that deep baritone voice that belonged to one of my former college roommates. I was about to automatically turn around and say “Art what are you doing here” but fortunately I came to my senses and paused which caused him to ask again if the seat was taken. Being a bit terrified of him recognizing me but also needing to keep up my female persona I turned towards him and in my best feminine voice said that the chair was vacant but my friend had the other.

He took the seat and began to tell me that even though it may sound like a pick-up line he had been at the pool table when I came in and thought he recognized me. At that point I was already scoping out a quick exit and possible excuses for the situation. He then asked if I had attended the university next door within the time period that I was there.

At that moment I came up with a logical plan of identifying myself as my sister if it got that far at least I had her ID. Anyways I answered yes and he then said that he might have dated me at some time since I looked awfully familiar and asked me what my name was. I then told him that it might be better if he told me who he was first.

This took him off guard for a moment and he apologized and told me his name was Art. I then told him that I was Barbara and it was nice to meet him (fortunately Barbara was my sisters middle name). He thought for a moment and said that my name didn’t ring a bell that he had thought that had met me before. At about that time Sam had returned and I introduced Art to him.

The interaction with Art had caused me to rapidly go through my cocktail and Art seeing this asked what Sam and I were drinking and ordered us refills. He then asked me my major which I blurted out without thinking as accounting. Art was a business major so I did have him in a couple of my classes and he said that we might have had a couple of classes together.

Seeing that my replaced cosmopolitan was in front of me I took another big sip and said that must be where he might remember me from. I told him that I used to sit at the front of the class. He agreed and said that must be where he remembered me from since he never forgets a gorgeous ladies face. I thanked him for the compliment and since he now placed me in his memory, he strolled back to the pool table where his buddy was waiting for him.

As we sat there, I told Sam about what he had missed. He reassured me that Art must really be remembering some other woman since I didn’t look anything like my brother. The second drink really had an effect upon me since I had already reduced my weight and my food intake was down. I could feel the effects of the drinks by me being more relaxed and talkative (as the bartender could attest to). While talking to the bartender I found out that Art was a part owner of the bar and why he was there.

Upon finishing my drink my inhibitions were down so as we got up to leave, I walked over where Art was and thanked him for the round. He graciously accepted my thanks by taking my hand and kissing it. He then said that if I was ever around again to stop by and he would take the time to show me around. I replied that I would but I would need his number. He then told me his number and I spoke it into my phone.

As we got back into the car Sam chuckled and said I was an absolute tease and that I probably got Art into a state of blue balls. I laughed at that, but the thought of me getting my former roommate that hard excited me. Somewhere within me I asked myself exactly how far would I go if I ever did meet up with Art again.

The traffic as we entered the interstate was the usual slow and go. My inhibitions were already low and I was feeling a bit frisky from the drinks and the short conversation with Art so I began to tell Sam how I used to enjoy such traffic when I was dressed and by myself. I told him how the slowness of the traffic allowed me to be a bit of an exhibitionist to truckers who could see down into the car.

He was curious and I think somewhat aroused by this so he asked me to tell him more about what I would do. I then told him about me revealing innocently a bit of panty while a trucker was passing by and see if he would slow down. If he did, I would then accidently lift my skirt or dress showing a bit more. I would know if I had their interest if he would pace me as I would make small speed changes.

I confessed that it made my heart race to hear the engine of the truck rev up to keep pace with me. Sam then asked if I took it any further and since I was still feeling uninhibited, I said yes. He of course asked how and I replied that if I had the trucker pacing me for a while, I would raise my skirt up enough to let me free hand slip into my panty and act as if I was playing with myself.\

Wow was Sam’s response to what I just revealed. Continuing I told him that I once I had a trucker change lanes four times just to keep me in view and then gave me a couple of beeps on the horn as he departed. Then I told him about the time I wore a see-through bra and let the wind blow my blouse open to reveal my slightly hidden nipples in the material.

That is where I got into problems since it was not only the truckers that could see it but also some passing cars. A couple young guys in cars followed me to a rest stop and propositioned me there fortunately they were out of their cars and I was in mine so I made a hasty retreat back into traffic and lost them when I exited and went the other way on the freeway. We were now heavily in traffic and I could tell by his look and a glance at his crotch that I had him aroused.

He then said that the traffic with all of the trucks would probably have made it an interesting drive about now. I could easily see where this was going and with my inhibitions being so low, I took the bait. I then said this would be a perfect time to set up an exhibition but I would need his help. When I said that he almost slammed into the car in front of him.

Careful I told him, and explained what I wanted him to do. Since I was already a bit sleepy, I would lay my head back and seem that I would be half asleep and have my legs spread a bit. He would then slowly raise my dress with his free hand and begin to massage my thigh moving ever upward revealing my stockings garters and panties.

Okay he replied and I could tell by his voice that he was a bit inhibited so I told him just soft gentle caresses to reveal what is underneath. To this he winked at me and I began to get into position by freeing up my dress so it did not impede his hands and then spreading my legs so gently and then I laid my head back. From my use of the lady’s room, I knew that my stocking tops perfectly covered the edges of my restricting panty where it met my thigh and all looked smooth.

Sam did not move his hand to immediately reveal what I had under my dress so I peeked out under my eyelids to see what was going on. Sam was now moving closer to a big rig and I could see him slowly moving up on him. As I saw this, I felt his hand slowly move up my knee and onto my thigh. At that point I closed my eyes again and just luxuriated in the feeling of his hand and the sound of the rig next to us.

It surprised me as Sam’s hand started moving up my thigh how it excited me. I could feel my heart beat a bit faster and my breathing become slightly labored. At the point where I could feel his hand on my garter, I heard the whine of the rigs engine speed up to keep pace with us. I could tell that Sam was having a go with him since his hand left my leg momentarily for him to maneuver the car to another lane.

The sound of the rig returned along with Sam’s hand on my thigh. At this point I was really beginning to get hot from his touch and was beginning to want more than a light stroking. Sam by this time had already a second rig in his sights and again I heard the revs of its engine. While he was caressing my thigh he asked if I wouldn’t mind if he explored a bit further. Being really aroused at that time I instantly said yes.

Not sure of exactly he had in mind I now focused on feeling his touch. It didn’t take long to figure out what he was up to because I felt his hand go between my legs and begin to fondle my panty. I could feel his hand directly, I felt its pressure on my faux bits. He soon moved it to my tummy and slowly inserted his fingers between my panty and the created vulva.

I was really turned on by this and let out a bit of a moan at which I felt his hand move and he asked if everything was okay. I told him I was loving it and his hand returned. It was then that his hand went back down to between my thighs and inside my panties. I could feel the pressure of his fingers on the fake mound and lips as he explored my inner workings. At this point I was breathing heavily and was extremely excited. His fingers continued to probe around my labia lips.

This must have caught him a bit by surprise since he exclaimed that I missing something down there. In a very sultry and suggestive voice I said yes, most women do. He then said of course and began to move his hand so his fingers examined more of my creation. Whatever rig that was shadowing the view was definitely caught up in this since I could hear its engine rpms go up and down.

Sam played at this for a while and then asked he could touch my breasts. I replied yes of course. By this time, I realized that it was not the show for the rigs that he was after but was really enjoying exploring me. I was even more electrified with this touch since not only could I feel the pressure of his hand but the heat of it coming through my breast form.

He started by massaging the outside of my dress and then let his hand move inside my dress between my bra and the dress. I could feel the pressure of his fingers as they probed for my fake nipple through the material. Although I could only feel the pressure and the heat of his touch it got to me and I began to moan. I then encouraged him by placing my hand on his and slipping it in between my bra and breast.

When he felt the my expensive fake nipple, his only comment was that it was perky and hard. He continued to caress my breast with his free hand its heat had penetrated the breast material to my breast and I could feel his hand pressure through the breast. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw his hand massaging my breast. This sight along with the sensual pleasure of the hands pressure and heat shot through me and I began to come. Sam must have noticed this because he coaxed me along saying that’s it go girl.

By the time that I got myself back under control we were about 45 minutes from home and Sam suggested that due to the late time that we might as well stop and have something to eat. I agreed and found an Applebee’s restaurant near where we were using my phone.

Before getting out of the car I had to make adjustments to my clothing. I could tell that Sam had definitely enjoyed our actions by the smile on his face. Once inside there wasn’t a lot of business so we seated almost immediately. Before sitting down though I excused myself to further cleanup in the lady’s room. Upon entering the stall, I had to clean a bit of come from my panty and then attempted to check the back of my dress.

As I walked out of the stall, I noticed that there was a pad dispenser on the wall and having a bit of change I was able to get a small pad from the dispenser. Going back into the stall I slid the pad into my panty to catch any other liquid that might escape. Finally, after checking myself over and fixing up my makeup I went back to the table.

Sam had already ordered us something to drink. As I settled into my seat across from Sam who smiled wickedly and said, “you really are an interesting woman.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Well, I sort of found that you were missing something that I thought would be there.”

Giggling I replied, “and what would be that be?”

Looking about to see if there was anyone in close proximity he continued, “Um, maybe some appendage between your legs?”

Shaking my head slightly and smiling I leaned across the table and said, “A woman would only have another man’s appendage between her legs. Were you thinking of that?”

Sam blushed a deep red and replied, “Uh no, but maybe, yes?”

“As I present myself as a woman, having something dangling between my legs would not be proper. So, to make myself fully presentable some minor adjustments had to be made. I might at some point be a bit of an exhibitionist and show you, if you are so inclined.”

Sam’s smile got really big and he said, “I would love to see it, or rather not see it, if that makes sense.”

“To me it does, sometime later.”

The waitress then appeared with our drinks and we then were preoccupied with deciding on our orders. While we ate Sam asked what other explorations I had in mind while presenting myself as Barbara. Thinking for a moment I said, “I really liked working as a woman and presenting myself in that way. The day at the plumbing supply store was a joy and I would like to do that again, but any job where I would do it as a woman would be enjoyable.”

He considered that comment and we then chatted about some of the minor work that I could do around the area. After we had finished dinner Sam drove us home.

Once back at Sam’s place Sam got out his Ipad and started browsing through it while I put away my things and changed out of my dress and underwear. I came out wearing a pair of shorts and a silk blouse along with fresh undies. I then sat down in the recliner next to Sam and watched him go through a few screens on his Ipad.

As I had mentioned to Sam that I was interested in pursuing my time as a woman while working, he had been looking at some sites, and now suggested that I might look into interviewing on a casual basis. As I was pondering this, he showed me on his Ipad a general notice for a large open career fair expo that was being held just south of where we were.

The job fair was in a rather cosmopolitan area and directed at people with backgrounds in sales, marketing, finance, accounting and other similar career paths. He suggested that if I was really considering this, I might want to at least visit it. Since it was the next day, I had to decide rather quickly and thought that I might as well try.

I took his Ipad and on opening the website, I found that there was a registration section and that personal data needed to be entered. I also saw that the closing time for this registration was only a couple of hours away. Looking at the registration openings, I saw that there were only a few, either for early morning or just before closing. Not the best times for a job seeker since the early mornings would not have all the desks manned and the later time slots would not allow for much time for talking with recruiters.

Not really being desperate for a position I decided to go with the later time period and face the traffic and limited time that the slots had available. I also figured that the experience of the job fair would overwhelm me and I might not be able to do any interviews any ways so that the time slot suited me. That being the case and the clock was ticking I started entering my personal data.

Of course, I entered my feminine name and gender but I kept my male educational background and work history. Sam offered his address as my location but I kept my cell phone number. With a click I was entered into their data base and immediately received a confirmation message. I already had a resume that I could easily alter with a change of pronouns and name.

This now left me with planning my wardrobe for the afternoon and arranging my time for tomorrow. I chose to wear a Japanese Coral (color) skirt suite with an off-white blouse and low heel pumps. With the wardrobe selected I went with my normal foundation to include a waist cincher. Sam did remind me that I should print up some resume’s and take a portfolio to carry them. Fortunately, he had a black leather one that I could borrow.

Planning for all eventualities I put together my spare makeup case with any essentials that I might need to freshen up my look if I got delayed coming back since I always wanted to appear to Sam as an attractive woman. I was able to stuff in a few extra items to include wig care products. Since I was going to wear my human hair wig, I felt the quality of it would last through any problems that I might have. I placed the items in the car prior to preparing for bed.

The next morning went zooming by fast. Once out of bed I examined my glued labia creation between my legs and found it was still holding quite well. Knowing the faux vaginal panty would be a bit warm to wear all day I decided not to use it after I went for my morning jog. Completing my morning exercise routine, I stripped and showered. After the shower I re-attached my hip pads, checked my breast attachment and did a little bit of work on my labia creation. Once done I donned my wig slipped on, panties, yoga pants, bra and a short sleeve shirt.

Sam was up and already having breakfast by the time I walked in. Since I had changed my resume and sent it to his email, I asked him to print up some copies for me. He agreed, and after finishing my breakfast I cleaned up the kitchen and went to start my prep work. I looked at the clock and mentally went over what I need to be doing to be out the door by 1:30 so I could be there for my appointments between 2:00 and 3:00. Knowing I was going to be doing a bit of walking but wanting to look professional, I decided to go with a low-heeled stiletto pump.

I won’t go through all of missteps that I went through in just getting ready but there were a few. From pre makeup prep, makeup, moving of prosthetics, wig placement, dressing and accessorizing I just got out the door by 1:15. As I was getting into the car Sam came out with my portfolio with my resumes that he had printed out which I had forgotten on the table. He then wished me luck. I blew him a kiss and I was off.

I was at the function early enough to drive around to find a decent parking space that would allow myself time to calm my anxious feelings. As I was driving around looking for a place to park, I noticed that there was an outlet mall only a block away from the venue. Since it was close, I decided to look in there for a space to park.

The parking lot extended out towards the venue and as I drove closer to that area I noticed that there were other people either approaching cars from the venue or heading from cars in that direction. This was a good indication that it was a suitable place to park. Once parked I took a good five minutes to check my voice pitch against the gender voice app and got all marks as female. This helped boost my confidence as I gathered my purse, keys, and portfolio to leave the car.

Prior to getting out of the car I looked around at the signs for the outlet and decided that I might as well indulge myself in a shopping adventure while I was there. As I got out of the car and began to walk toward the venue, I felt my anxiety pulling me back towards the car and running away. This was heightened as two other women coming from the venue approached me.

Having nowhere to hide I concentrated on my feminine walk and made sure that I kept the pace slow. The women were engaged in a conversation between themselves and hardly even noticed me. With this I began to relax and I could feel the tension being released as I walked towards the entrance.

Fortunately, the venue was well airconditioned which helped, as my anxiety had caused me to become a bit overheated. I timidly approached the welcome table where an older lady sat busily arranging name tags and working on a computer. It took a moment for her to notice me and then with just briefly looking up asked for my name.

Barbara Zell, I told her and she quickly picked up a name badge and a small packet of papers and handed them to me. She then asked for a copy of my resume which I handed to her. She then smiled and pointed towards the door that led to the event and went back to working on her screen.

This non recognition actually relaxed me more as she took me as just another woman entering the event that needed no other recognition. Looking over the sheet that I had been handed, I found that I had 3 interviews (show up and talk at the table) scheduled. There was a map to each of the table sites and I proceeded to the first.

The place was a buzz with people looking for new positions. With my confidence up I walked over to my first interview table. An elderly lady gave me the once over smiled and asked if there was a specific position that I was interested in. We talked for a bit and my voice seemed to allay any doubts as to my femininity as the lady seemed to be more relaxed as we talked. She asked for my resume and placed it in a folder and offered her hand as she thanked me for stopping by. I took her hand and made sure that my touch was very light and soft.

The lady already had another person talking to her as I turned away and seemed to accept my presentation as a woman as she made no signs of reading me that I could tell. Since the floor of the hall was tiled, so I could hear the click of my heels as I moved away from the table. The noise of hall though muffled the sound so I couldn’t fully appreciate their sound.

Before going on I was felt the call of nature and began looking for a toilet. Unfortunately, there were only the general male and female restrooms with no indication of unisex or individual handicap. As I made my way over to the area, I saw that two other women had started a que for the rest room. Since my waist cincher was putting a stress on my bladder, I decided that I might as well join the que.

Fortunately, the wait was not long and I quickly found an open stall which I went into. With the door shut I pulled down my panties and thanked myself for going with stockings instead of panty hose. During my last gluing I had attached a disposable latex urinal catheter on my glued penis tip that directed urine down and allowed for a noisy tinkle as I sat and relieved myself. After wiping my area, I pulled up my panties arranged myself, flushed and left the stall.

There was a long counter with sinks and only one other woman at one end fixing her hair. I moved to the side opposite of her washed my hands and took a moment to look over my face and hair. Since there were only the two of us there at the counter, I took a moment to refresh my lipstick. While doing this another lady came out of the stall, placed her bag next to my portfolio on the counter and moved in before the next sink.

I had watched her in the mirror as she approached the counter and my eyes were drawn to the cream ruffled blouse that she wore with a grey skirt suit. She seemed to notice that I took interest in her as I turned my head after applying my lipstick. From somewhere inside my feminine mind, I quickly formulated a greeting and told her that I loved the cream ruffled blouse that she was wearing and asked her where she got it.

She smiled and told me she got it at Nordstrom’s. She then complimented me on my portfolio and said she should have gotten one to hold her resumes. As she washed her hands, she noticed my low heel stilettos and said that she should have gone with the low heel instead of the matching grey shoes with a 3-inch heel since her calves were already aching. I replied that fashion can hurt sometimes and with that we both laughed.

As I had already put away my lipstick I shouldered my purse, grabbed my portfolio then wished my new acquaintance good luck with her job search. She turned, wished me the same and returned to fixing herself for the next interview. I left the room feeling a bit lighter after that conversation since it reaffirmed both my voice and presentation as female.

There being about five minutes before my next appointment I took time to relish in presenting myself as a woman within this setting. Most of the people at the expo were busy with their presentations so I took time to examine how the other women around me had dressed and presented themselves. For the most part they were in conservative business dress although a couple of younger women were showing off their female attributes with tight skirts and plunging neck lines.

My second interview seemed like a waste of time though (or would have if I was actively pursuing a job) and was definitely anticlimactic. I got to the table and had to wait for a couple of minutes while a young guy finished talking with another man. He then approached me, asked for my resume, and ticked my name off his clipboard. He thanked me for coming by and then turned to a man standing next to me and started asking him about his background. I now knew how it felt to be ignored by being a female applicant by what I considered as a male chauvinist.

With that I moved on to my last interview. As this was towards the closing of the days event (albeit still early in the afternoon) most of the people were heading out of the site and a few of the stalls were closing down. The last interview I actually had hoped to get something out of. It had advertised that it was offering temporary and contract positions. I was thinking that I might be able to do a couple of contract positions from home while presenting myself as a woman.

With a bit of anticipation, I approached the table and an older woman approached me and said that I must be Barbara and thanked me for stopping by. She then told me that she thought that I might fit into one or two of the positions that they had from reading my limited online resume.

She then went on to ask about my background and I gave her a thumbnail sketch of my accounting and auditing work. Once I had told her about my background, she asked for my resume to look over. Having taken a couple of minutes to review it she said that I might want to talk with her HR person as they might have something for me and that as we both went to the same university, we might have some things in common.

With that she turned towards another woman whom I just now noticed that was working at a computer with her back to me. I heard the interviewing woman hand her my resume and ask her if she would like to talk with me. The lady at the computer took a moment, reviewed my resume and I heard that she would be delighted to talk to me.

Hearing her voice made a shock go through me, I knew this woman, and I knew her intimately. Her name was Cindy and just by her distinctive voice I knew who she was. A moment of fear went over me and I was frozen at the spot and really couldn’t move. She approached me and sort of gave me a once over as if she recognized me, then caught herself and introduced herself as Cindy from human resources.

I was able to focus on the moment and smile and offered my hand saying that I was Barbara. She then took it and asked if we had met before? My answer was there was always the possibility. She then began asking about more in-depth questions about my work background. All of the questions were gender neutral so I had no problem with answering them truthfully. Slowly I began to relax as I felt that she did not recognize me even though we had had, two intimate encounters.

After going through the questions relating to work, she asked me about the classes that I took at the university and who were my instructors. She said we might have had a class or two together as my resume showed that we were there at about the same time. She was right in that we attended about the same time, although I had already graduated and was working on my CPA while working near the university.

Cindy and I had met at a friend’s function and it was because we found out that we had the same month and day of birth that there might be something between us. Our relationship lasted for about 4 months when we broke it off due to both of us deciding that the relationship was going nowhere. I had her over at my apartment overnight once or twice while we were a couple.

I became more relaxed as we talked and it was about near closing time of the expo when Cindy stated that there was definitely an opportunity for me with their company. I told her I could hardly wait for the offer and she said she would work on it the next day. She then asked if she could SMS me about getting together. Without really thinking I said of course and that my number was on the resume.

She said she would be in touch, offered her hand then said she hoped to see me soon. With that she turned toward the other woman that had talked with me and started a discussion. Feeling a bit pumped about the whole experience (assumed she took me as another woman) I casually strolled away from the table and took my time going to the door.