This is a gentle coming of age story tale about a young boys search the become the girl he knows he should have been, with the help of his two girl friends he becomes Susanna, the girls teach him all about life as a girl.

Please note this is a gentle tale sentimental, with some sexual content but where there is it any it is inferred sex NOT graphic sex and will be tagged as such.

Apologies for the length of time between posting this but that four letter word interfered (Work) and I had problems accessing my cloud storage but things seem to be fine now.

As we went down the stairs I felt a shiver of excitement passing through me, wondering what tonight would bring. I kept asking him where we were going but he kept telling me to wait and see.
We went to a quiet pub close to my house and he got me my usual white wine spritzer and a pint for himself we chatted for a while and I found out he was going home tomorrow afternoon this suited me as we could - if my plans went well, sleep in on Sunday morning.

I was a bit worried well a lot worried what he would say, do and think when he saw me naked would he be repulsed because under my prosthetic bits and bobs I was basically male the same as he was.
About half way down our drinks he phoned a taxi I didn't hear the destination but the cab would be here in 10 minutes.

I smiled at him saying, "You’re really spoiling me tonight" he kissed my hand, a shiver went through me he said, "You deserve it you are so beautiful".
I decided to take the bull by the horns and remind him that I was not as I seemed to be "Yes, but remember I'm not...... " He put a finger on my lips, "Sssh, don't even say it you are a beautiful girl Susanna – ok?" He said to me all I could do was nod.

The taxi came and he again helped me on with my jacket we got into the back of the cab and I snuggled into him my hand on the inside of his thigh.
When we stopped it was outside a TexMex restaurant that I've been wanting to go to for ages! I gave out a little squeal of delight and kissed him. Excitedly I wriggled out of the car which was difficult in the tight dress I was wearing but I managed it without incident, I hung onto his arm as we went inside making sure everyone knew we were a couple.

The meal was fantastic as it was 3 weeks to Christmas there was a group playing and there was dancing I loved it and had a fantastic night.
Rob had arranged for a taxi for one in the morning and the drive back to my place was intimate. I snuggled into him my fingers stroking the inside of his thigh we kissed and I let my hand move up and caressed the bulge in his trousers. He gave a slight moan I whispered in his ear, "Are you coming up for coffee or something?" I put a world of meaning in the something.
He kissed me asking, "Are you sure Susanna?" "Oh yes sweetheart I've never been more certain of anything" I whispered.
We arrived at my place and he paid the taxi I slipped my arm into the crook of his elbow and snuggled into him we went upstairs his hand on my bum squeezing my cheeks gently it was so erotic.
I opened the door and we went inside my flat I just about threw myself into his arms. My arms around his neck he kissed me passionately our tongues writhing as he explored my mouth, my fingers were running through his hair, my body moulded into his, I could feel his erection, and it felt good, so, so, good.
We parted our faces an inch or so from each other, "Susanna" he whispered "I've never done anything like this before" I smiled softly at him and replied, "I'm not surprised there are not many girl's like me". He shook his head, "no, no, darling it's not that, it's just that I've never done this before, ever!"
I suddenly realised what he was saying, "Rob do you mean I'm your first" miserably he nodded, "You don't mind do you?" I was dumbfounded he was a virgin and me a trans girl was going to be his first experience now I didn't know what to do! Was it fair to him? Surely he should experience making love with a complete girl I just didn't know anymore I really wished Kelly, Shonali or anyone was here to advise me!

I smiled at him, took his head between my hands and kissed him gently my mind working frantically so I simply said, "Well this is my first time too! Shall we take it nice and easy and see where we go. If either of us don't feel comfortable at any stage we'll just go back a step – ok"
I said this with a hint of pleading in my voice. He looked at me; "You don't mind then Susanna, really?" I kissed him deeply and slid his jacket down his arms he took the lead off me and slid my jacket off.
We fell onto the sofa our lips locked our bodies entwined I lay on the sofa looking up at his face he was undecided as to what to do next. So I took his hand and placed it on my breast, "Can you feel my heart pounding" I whispered as I removed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers he carried on massaging my breasts I could feel my own chest moving under his ministrations and moaned! (Of course I couldn't feel through my false breasts but as long as I could feel my chest moving it really felt quite exquisite) I could imagine they were my own breasts.

I move from under him, laying across his chest kissing him and undoing the buttons of his shirt his chest only had a sparse covering of hair down the centre. I opened his shirt until it was ready to come off his shoulders then I started kissing and licking his chest while I massaged his erection.
As we kissed he was running his fingers through my hair stroking my neck and back moaning and breathing really heavily – I think he was enjoying what I was doing to him. However soon I wanted more I wanted to see and hold his manhood so very gently I unfastened his trousers and I think he held his breath while I was working.
I worked his jeans down making him lift his bum so I could take his jeans off, I could see now that he was quite well endowed his underpants were really tented, I slid my hands under the elastic and he moaned as my questing fingers found his shaft it was red hot and so, so, smooth I put my fingers around his manhood - he cried out as he hit his orgasm!
He was devastated so I quickly tried to make him feel better by apologising to him for teasing him for so long. Saying that the next one would be better and I wouldn't tease him I think it worked and unknowingly I learned another lesson about being female that is to make your man feel good about himself.

As much as I wanted to make love as a woman I felt that I wasn't ready and poor Rob certainly wasn’t ready – well not for me. I had decided rightly or wrongly that for his first time he needed a natural girl and that certainly was not me. (Would I live to regret this decision?)
I let his hands roam over my body I was moaning and writhing with pleasure I wondered how much more intense would this feeling be when I had my own boobs.
Soon I could feel him getting hard again this time I released his manhood from the confines of his boxers my hand ran up and down his shaft squeezing and teasing with my nails. All the time he was stroking and caressing my body, I could feel the tension building up but I didn't have a solid erection, inside the tube where my boy clittie is encased I had a very soft erection, not long about 1", as I played with both his lovely dick, and balls being very careful with my nails shuddered, I had orgasmed the feeling was wonderful! Then my body shuddered again and I hit a second orgasm more intense than the first. Was I was having female like orgasms – was it the hormones? I just didn't know or care I just enjoyed them.

I kissed the purple head of his shaft and both he and the object of my desire jumped he was about to say something but I shushed him and carried on with my exploration.
I tentatively licked around the head of his man shaft he was about 8" long and quite thick.

The taste was not as bad as I expected quite earthy/musky with a slight taste of the soap he used and also salty. I got braver and took him further into my mouth I heard him moan my name as he stroked my hair.
I made sure that as I sucked I also licked and coated his shaft well with my saliva soon it was really slick and I could suck and lick at will my fear that his shaft would taste nasty or horrible well I had absolutely nothing to worry about.
All I could taste was him and the musky smell was his and it quite excited me to such a degree I had another orgasm my thong was a mess! All sticky but it was well worth it for the pleasure I was giving him and if the truth be known the pleasure I was getting.

He was now moaning and panting, saying my name then he screamed, "Susanna Oh God!" I had to hold on as his hips bucked with his orgasm. Once he had rode the wave I relaxed.
I raised my head and looked him in the eyes, he had a look of bliss on his face, he looked down at me, put his hands on either side of my cheeks and brought my face close to his and kissed me deeply his tongue burrowing into my mouth actually tasting his seed.
"Susanna" he panted, "You are the most wonderful girl in the world I have never, ever had anything like that before - you are amazing!" I luxuriated in his praise and kiss feeling fulfilled and contented.
However I also was sticky tired and had a long day tomorrow so I suggested that I make coffee while he got dressed but as coffee may wake him up (not what I wanted). I came back with 2 mugs of hot chocolate and snuggled down next to him. I had decided he was not sleeping with me so I gently turned the conversation towards him going home. Of course the talking was punctuated by a lot of kissing and stroking but he left somewhat reluctantly at four in the morning.
I went and cleaned myself up my make up was all over my face but it was fun getting it all like that!
I had to take my Wee Vee off and wash it clean slipping to the satin purple nightdress I was going to wear if Rob had stayed the night got into bed and fell asleep.

The next day I came to about 11am by the ring tone of my Iphone. Looking at it I saw it was Kelly, "Hi" I said, "how's home?" "Bugger home" she responded, "How did last night go – you know did you?" "Kelly Jackson" I exclaimed, "You can't ask things like that!" Another voice said, "Oh yes we can Susanna Johnson we're your best friends." It was Shonali I realised that they were still thinking about me and looking after me (as well as being nosey).
"Well not really" I answered them then I went and told them about Rob being a virgin!
They both squealed at this, "Oh no nightmare! What did you do" they asked more or less together.
Chuckling I answered them, "Well I really wish you two were there to guide me in the end I decided that I was not going to sleep with him until I become a complete girl. Or he finds a girl to loose his virginity to!"

"Oh Susanna! We know why you did that but oh you silly girl. You are more than girl enough to introduce him to the joys of making love." "But" I started when Shoni cut me off, "If you're going to say your not a real girl then DON'T you are better looking and more caring than many genetic girls!" I had never heard Shoni so annoyed so I didn't argue simply said, "Sorry." We talked for about half an hour about what they were planning on doing Kelly said, "If you can't come and see us over Christmas please, please come to see the New Year in with your best mates." I surrendered and agreed to go and visit them for the New Year now I would have to try and get the bruising down by then!

The rest of Sunday was spent putting all of Kelly's, Shonali's and my clothes into the box room as I was also getting fitted bedrooms done so by the end of next week the work would be nearly completed and all the new beds (double) and furniture would be in and I could start putting their clothes back – while the new fitted bathrooms were done (I forgot to mention that job).
The only bed I was not changing was mine as it held too many nice memories of me first becoming Susanna the three of us cuddling together and crying together
The reason I have decided to do the work to my flat is very complex and driven by my emotions. Now I am happy I am living as I know I should. All my life I had wanted to be a girl.
Before when I wanted to live as Susanna but was afraid to I really didn't care how the place looked.
Now I wanted a light airy feminine place for the three of us to live and it adds value to her flat. I just hoped Kelly and Shonali would like what I was doing to their bedrooms!

I got an early night in bed on Sunday as the decorators were due at eight and I was due in hospital at ten.
I had already packed a small case to cover the seven days I was to be in hospital – as I was paying for this I was determined to get the best after care I could.
So on Monday morning I dressed with care, I didn't wear my breast forms or Wee Vee but I took then with me, I dressed carefully in a cream jersey maxi dress with taupe court shoes with a short (for me) 3" heel tan tights and flesh coloured bra and thong, I used minimal make up as I was going to be operated on later in the day but I still looked feminine and girlie.

The decorators arrived just after eight with the designer and we went through the plans all the old furniture was to go to charity my bed was marked as not to go all this would be taken care of by the workers. The total time for the decorators was 3 days then the bedroom fitters would take a further three days then the following Monday the bathroom fitters would take three days so in 10 days time I would have all the work finished - including the work on me!

I left for the hospital about 9:30 getting there for just before 10. I was booked in and taken to a very pleasant room to unpack and wait for the surgeon who was to visit about 11.
As I sat there waiting butterflies were gathering in my stomach finally he arrived and explained to me what was going to happen which was quite interesting to me. The work on my nose would take about 2 hours, apparently with the female face the angle between the nose and the forehead is quite shallow where on a male its more noticeable.
I was quite lucky as my features were quite delicate and the angle between my nose and forehead were in the range of a female while not perfect, over 50% of the female population would have similar features to mine. (I would look like a 'normal' woman)
So the main work on my nose would be to make it more feminine this meant slight narrowing and generally making my nose delicate.

The shaving of my Adams apple was a straightforward procedure and would take about an hour. He explained that tensioning my vocal chords was not an precise operation as there was a chance if they were tensioned too much I would end up with a high squeaky voice! So what they do is a slight tensioning so my voice should be in the lower female range.
The surgeon smiled and said that I would have one of those low sexy voices I smiled contentedly at this.
Another thing was that I was not to talk for a week and only then after I had had a consultation with him.
I asked about when the bruising would go away and told him why. I was really happy when he told me that in 3 weeks the bruises should in theory reduce and as I had told him I was a fast healer to make sure of this for the first two days after surgery they would apply cold compresses then warm compresses which should help reduce the bruising. Coupled to this he would put me on a medication that contains natural enzymes that aid in recovery and reduction of bruises.
Oh and another thing I was to eat mush for 2 weeks!!!
After ensuring I was happy? (No talking for a week and only eating mush for two) I signed the forms and changed into a hospital gown at 1pm I was given my pre-med and shortly after wheeled to the theatre happily dreaming of the day I would be the girl I wanted to be!

I slowly came too after the operation, hearing someone calling my name "Susanna, Susanna come on wake up." I groaned and opened my eyes one of the nurses was patting my hand to wake me.
As soon a I opened my eyes and focussed she said, "Remember dear don't speak at all.” I nodded so she carried on, “Now you are back with us we'll get you to your room and make you comfortable" I had just enough sense to again nod my head.
"Good girl" she smiled as the porters started wheeling me back to my room. When I got back to my room I was put back in bed and a nurse gave me some iced water to drink or it would be truer to say it was dripped down my throat as it was quite painful to swallow, for the first couple of days I was to be fed intravenously again to minimise swallowing. However as I was breathing through my mouth my throat was really dry, the reason for breathing like this was that my nose was packed to help internal healing.

The surgeon arrived and told me that everything had gone well and he was certain that I would be pleased with the results he also told me that shortly they were going to give me something in the drip to make me sleep until the next day. – As I was now starting to feel some pain this seemed like a good idea to me! Also to help prevent my throat from drying out I was going to breathe using a mask that supplied moist air.

I watched as he injected something into my IV then I remember nothing. The next day I was out of bed and walking this was to enhance my recovery. As the pain in my throat became less, I was allowed to eat 'solids' - this is the wrong name for the mashed up food I was given, porridge, soggy cereals and soup (this was good and tasted of something).

Every day my nasal packing and dressings were changed. Cold then warm compresses were applied regularly the dressing on my throat was changed. Then on the 5th day the splint that held my nose in the desired shape was removed and the packing taken out.

I could now breathe through my nose what an absolute relief! When I first looked at my 'new' nose I got a real shock (as the surgeon said I would) it looked like I had been on the wrong end of a beating! My face was swollen bruising extended from my eyes down to my top lip and across my cheeks my nose was somewhere in there just a little bit poking out.
Every day I sent texts to Kelly and Shonali telling them I had lost my voice (true) and had laryngitis (white lie) but otherwise I was fine (true) our texts were about anything and everything. Rob also sent me text messages these were quite loving one's.
I was due to be discharged on Friday, but it was decided to keep me in until Monday, using my Ipad I asked the nurse to phone the designer and tell them of this extended stay. And also ask them how the work was progressing which she did. The bedrooms would be finished on Monday also the fitters had made a start on one of the bathrooms so were well on track to finishing next Wednesday.

During my time in the hospital I did a lot of course work to pass the time and a lot of texting to Kelly and Shoni and also Rob.
The food altered to scrambled eggs, soup, ice cream (yummy) and of course porridge with honey (nearly yummy).
Finally Monday came and the surgeon gave me a really good examination at the end of it he asked me to speak softly, giving me a card to read from.
I started to speak then stopped, "Is that really my voice?" I asked him to my ears it sounded - well different and if pushed I would say feminine. A soft contralto the surgeon told me.
"I can still tell it's my voice,” I said, "But it sounds so different to me!" He smiled and told me that I would soon get used to it but for the next week speak softly do not shout or scream. Also I had to go to his office next Monday and don’t forget put warm face cloths on the bruises at regular intervals and keep taking the capsules then the bruising should be gone by New Year.
He also warned me that soon I would get a sore throat, which I was to treat as a normal sore throat and suck over the counter medication this would last for a few days or so and was part of the healing process.
After making an appointment for the next Monday next he gave me a good check up, making sure that the hormone implant was fine and the rest of me was ok.
He commented upon the swelling around my nipples that I thought was wishful thinking but he said that it was signs that the hormones were working. This really pleased me soon, oh soon I would have my own little breasts.
Back in my room I attached my breast forms and wiggled into my Wee Vee now I felt better but I would only look better when the bruises receded.
I slipped into clean cream satin underwear, tan tights, then slipped into the same maxi skirt shoes and coat I arrived in packed my toiletries and small case and I left for home.

I arrived home mid afternoon the bedroom fitters and decorators had finished and I was ecstatic with the results, all three bedrooms were as I had imagined. The furniture matched and they were all decorated in Kelly's, Shonali's and my favourite colours with lots of modern wardrobes (we all loved clothes) dressing table with large mirror loads of drawers and the beds each of the two girls beds had built in TV's which were raised up and down by remote control – I really hoped the girls would like their new rooms.

Over the next few days the two main bathrooms bathrooms were finished. They were ultra modern with bidet's large baths with Jacuzzi jets (three of us cold fit in these baths!) waterfall taps, modern sinks, shower cubicles with top of the range massage power showers they were fantastic.

I think one of the bathroom fitters fancied me as he asked me for a drink if I'd have been bruise free I would have accepted as he was hunky but I told him that I would be self conscious to go out still I gave him my land line phone number.

Every day I bathed my bruises with warm water and the bruises were fading the scar on my throat was by now 10 days after the operation a red line with no scab.
My nose was now down to normal size and I was delighted with the results it was slender with a cute feminine shape. My throat looked like any other girls I felt really girly.
The throat ache came and went as told I bought some throat lozenges and sucked them and in a couple of days I was fine.
I was now talking to the girls as well as texting and I firmed up that I would go to Leeds the day after Boxing day and stay at Kelly's as her parents had the biggest house.

Monday I went to the surgeon for the final check up before Christmas, he was very pleased with the results and I arranged for an appointment after the New Year. He also said that I could now use make up to conceal the bruises on my face and small red mark on my throat – which I did as soon as I left his consultation room!
With judicious use of make up, my bruising and small mark were not noticeable at all to say I was happy was an understatement.

I posted the girls and Rob's presents to them! Then I hit the shops buying a couple of outfits for the New Year, a blue stretch satin mini dress with a wrap around front zip back lined in a satiny fabric.
I also bought a really tight yellow midi skirt in a stretch jersey fabric coupled to a fitted black satin blouse and a wide (4”) patent belt.
Another purchase was a black dress (LBD) with sweet heart neckline and asymmetric hem it was made of a silk inner and a lace overlay with short sleeves, The hem at it’s highest was about 4" above the knee and at the lowest 1” below my knees.
I also bought a couple of jackets four pairs of shoes and matching handbags! I was on a shopping roll now then onto Victoria's Secrets and bought six pairs of thongs and three balconette style bra's, four pairs of patterned tights. So all in all I had a good day.
Christmas was at the end of the week, so I had to do some food shopping, I had the OK from the surgeon that I could eat what I wanted BUT be sensible.
I got my Christmas food from Marks and Spencer's their meal deals plus wine two of them would last me four days!
Parcels arrived from Kelly, Shonali and Rob, when I opened the outer packaging there was Christmas presents inside!
This was my first Christmas since my family got killed. I went to their graves as I did every month and prayed that they understood why I was doing what I was doing I liked to think that they did.
It was a strange lonely Christmas, I was excited opening my presents, Kelly had bought me a pair of hoop gold ear rings, a set of bath products, a swimming costume with the warning written with them 'we are going swimming in the New Year' and some bed socks!

Shonali had got me a thin silver chain with the letter S as the pendant, some Nina Rici perfume and a Bikini also with a note saying 'these are for our holidays next year' I held the bikini against me and the panties came above where my Wee Vee finished (just), so I would get a good tan.
Rob bless him bought me a silk scarf, some bubble bath which I liked, a purse because I was always complaining that I needed another and a gorgeous gold bracelet.

I started packing my bag for a week away with Kelly and Shonali we would be coming back to University together which would be great.
My bruises were almost gone, that was three weeks after the operation and the mark on my throat could not be seen as the incision was along the crease line of my neck, so I was well pleased with the results, I loved the new shape of my nose and wondered if the girls would notice the changes.
When I looked in the mirror I saw a striking resemblance to my sister.

I phone both Kelly and Shoni up the night before and told them the time I would be in Leeds station I was so excited that I was seeing the two of them again I couldn't sleep that night. So I got up early and went through the house making sure that their rooms were perfect hoping that they liked the revamped flat.
I dressed in skinny pink jeans with flowers on the back pockets a purple camisole under a purple roll neck jumper with silver threads running through it I wore my 4" black leather boots (sensible heel) a red shiny padded jacket with a fur hood, black hand bag my new purse, necklace and ear rings and long silk scarf I headed to the station early impatient to see my best friends again.