When I Come Back
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I thought that you might like to see how I am progressing. I know that I shocked you when I told you about the real me, but I need to share with somebody who knew who I used to be, just how much I have changed.

I am staying with a bunch of girls who are just like me. It is a bit spartan as perhaps you can see, but we are all saving our pennies for you know what, and what don’t spend on rent or food or saving for surgery, gets spent on looking as good as we can, simply because that is what women do.

So you can see that my breasts are coming along nicely. If they keep going like this then I won’t get implants like some of the other girls. I want to be natural. I want to show you that I have always been a woman and that all it took to put things right was to remove the offending chemicals and administer the correct ones.

I know that you still feel awkward about things, but I hope that one day you might want to play with my breasts, and if that day comes I want to make sure that you feel nothing but me.

You can see how long my hair has grown too, and that I have added color and waves. Do you like it? Please tell me that you do. I will understand if you don’t want to comment, but I know that you have a thing for redheads. I have always known that.

You can see from my skin in front of my ears that all my whiskers have gone too. It is something call electrolysis. They grab the whisker in electric tweezer and electrocute the hair kill the root so it will never grow back. That beard is gone forever. I would love to feel your hand stroke my smooth cheek and chin. It think that if you did that you would understand that I am a woman for real.

I keep the rest of my body smooth too, as you can see. And my skin is so soft! That is the hormones – they truly work miracle. Look at the line of my leg, and my soft arms which once had muscles as big as yours. I love muscles on a man, but not on me, because I am not a man, you see? Not any more anyway.

I can’t do anything about the feet. They are way too big. But two of the other girls I room with wear shoes the same size, so we can swap and never have to wear the same pair of heels two days in a row! I love to wear heels, but it does make me quite tall. You would still be taller than me in heels, though. We could dance together face to face, and I could look you into your wonderful manly eyes. I would love to do that.

I would love you to feel about me that way that I have always felt about you, but I understand that this may be hard for you.

All I hope is that when I come home fully transitioned you will forget all about who I was, and love me for who I am.

I know you better than anybody. You know it is true because you have told me so before. I know what you need, and you need me. But you need me as a woman, and that is what I will be when I come back.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2022