Mel finally realizes she is transgender.

It had been 3 months since that night when Mel uncovered the plot to steal the patient for the E.V. charger. Simon had talked to each member of the board privately and had held an extraordinary meeting and removed those plotting against him. The inventor had been given a guaranteed share of the profits and signed over the rights to the company.

Mel had done a lot of soul-searching in the following weeks and met Angie for advice.

"Angie, this is driving me mad. I can't figure out what I am. I have been looking online for days. One minute I think I'm trans. The next, I think I'm a gay crossdresser. I don't know what to do. Do I have surgery? Hormones? Boobs? Arrgh.."

Angie laughed at her.

"Mel, do you know how many women would love to be in your position? Living with a millionaire who adores you?"

Mel smiled at that. She thought of Simon. He doted on her now. He was so attentive since he had come to terms with himself.

"I know, but do I get gender reassignment for him? I don't think he would like that."

"This is about you girl. This is your body. Your life. What do you want to do?"

"Well, I never want to be Mark again. I want to stay as Mel for the rest of my life. I love living life as a woman. That means I'm trans doesn't it?"

"Oh, Mel love. That's just a label. It's how our brains work. You look like this, so you are that. You act like that so you are this. What do YOU want?"

"I want to be a woman or be as close as I can get to being a woman. I don't want to put the effort into looking female that I do now."

"Well then, hormones will soften your skin and change your fat distribution into that of a woman. Your hips, breasts, and backside will accumulate fat instead of your stomach. Women usually store fat in their buttocks, hips, lower abdomen, and thighs. Do you want to do that?"

"I would love that. Mostly for the breasts though. Would it affect me, you know? Downstairs."

"Yeah, you would be affected up here in your room in the kitchen even when you go out."

Angie gave me a smirk.

"OK you sarky bitch, I'll say it. Will it affect my cock, my penis, my clitty, as Simon calls it?"

"Sorry, Mel. You are talking about changing sex and you are being shy. I couldn't resist. Yes, it will affect your clitty. The longer you are on them the harder you will find it to become erect. It will probably even shrink."

"I still enjoy it when he plays with it. He even sucks it now. I would miss that. I have had what I think of as a female orgasm a few times. It was really intense. This was when he was inside me."

"Wow. Simon really has changed. You are not considering the whole works then?"

"I have, but I have read that many trans women cannot orgasm. God I would miss that."

"How do you feel about your male bits then Mel?"

"I don't hate them. I would love to be a fully functioning female, but I know there is risk and I sort of think Simon would prefer me, you know. "intact". If you know what I mean."

"How about just getting implants for your boobs, hips and backside. They won't affect anything else, but they would make you more convincing. You could get permanent makeup, collagen injections and fillers."

"I'll still be the same sexually after all that? Will I look more feminine though?"

"Yes. You would not believe how many many women have this done. Do you want to officially change gender as well?"

"I have done research on this Angie. I need to have been diagnosed with gender dysphoria. This is no problem when you have money. Simon can find a doctor who will do this. I just have to live as a woman for 2 years and convince them I intend to live as a woman for the rest of my life."

Those 2 years passed quickly. Mel felt a little guilty about being able to bypass many of the bottlenecks most trans women encounter. Money talks. Mark had learned that years before. Now Mell was smooth all over and had c-cup breasts. She had not taken hormones as she did not want to lose the pleasure she and Simon got from her "extra" bit.

Angie was with her when she got her gender recognition certificate. They both cried, and Angie welcomed me to "the club".

"Angie, I have a confession to make. I did not want to mention it as this all seems like a dream. I didn't want to jinx it."

"Well Mel, what is it?"

"I sort of realized I wanted to be a woman the day Simon offered me the deal. Any real man would run a mile rather than take that offer. Giving up your manhood should not be an easy decision for a man. Truth be told, I was secretly thrilled. I tried to cling on to scraps of my pretend manhood by pretending not to love what was happening. I'm sorry. It's just that there seems so much shame attached to a man wanting to be a woman. "

"Oh, Mel love. I saw it in you when we first met. I love being a woman and would hate being a man. It never surprises me that some men want to be women. I'm surprised it isn't more. What's not to like?"

"I had no goal in life. I was just existing. Now after we marry, I am going to devote my life to Simon and help him become a billionaire."

Angie laughed.

"Yes, start small and work your way up."

"Do you fancy helping me choose a wedding dress?"

They screamed, hugged, laughed, and cried. Then made plans.

Mel stood in front of the mirror, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her reflection. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as she twirled in the wedding dress she had picked out. It was a beautiful ivory gown, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beading, a perfect match for the magical day she had dreamed of.

Only a registry office marriage, but she didn't care. There would only be a few of Simon's friends and Angie. Only the three of them would know about Mel's past.

But now, next to her, her best friend Angie beamed with excitement, a bundle of energy and support. Angie had been by Mel's side through every twist and turn, of her self-discovery as a transgender woman.

"Mel, you look absolutely stunning!" Angie exclaimed, her eyes filled with pride. "This dress is made for you, girl."

Mel smiled, her heart filled with gratitude for having such an incredible friend. Mark had never had such a close relationship. She felt a little sad for Mark. Angie was her rock, her confidante, throughout her recent operations. And now, as she prepared to marry Simon, Angie was there to share in the joy and celebration.

"I can't believe this is happening," Mel whispered, to Angie.

"It's real girl. You will be a Mrs soon, a wife."

Angie wrapped her arm around Mel, squeezing her tight. "Love has a funny way of finding us, Mel. And Siman is a lucky man to have you by his side. Now, let's find the perfect lingerie to go with that fabulous dress!"

They giggled like teenagers as they perused the racks of delicate lace, silks and frills. Mel's excitement grew as she imagined the look on Simon's face when he saw her in her wedding ensemble. A radiant bride ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives together.

As they picked out an assortment of lingerie pieces, they giggled and made crude remarks. Eventually, Mel chose a white basque with lace knickers and silk stockings.

Angie chose her wedding night lingerie. Black satin cami-knickers.

Finally, they made their way to the checkout counter, their arms filled with an array of beautiful garments. Mel glanced at Angie, her eyes brimming with emotion. "Thank you, Angie, for everything. I wouldn't be where I am today without you."

Angie's eyes softened, and she hugged Mel tightly. "You don't have to thank me, Mel. Friends are there for each other, no matter what. I'm just grateful that you let me be a part of your journey."

They paid for their purchases, the excitement of the upcoming wedding lingering in the air.