My jaw hits the floor. She can’t be serious, I mean, I’m a guy, I’m not interested in men. But then I see my reflection, my leggings are showing that I’m very much not a man, and my boobs make that even clearer. But I am still a guy in my head and not interested in men.

But why do I call him ‘Hot Teacher’?

I look back at her.

She smiles at me, she can see I already know the answer to the question, but I’m still not sure. Well, that’s not true, I am sure, I am very curious, but there’s still this little voice in the back of my head telling me that it’s wrong.

Jackie stands up and says, “Look, you can just meet him to see what you think, you don’t have to go through with it, but it’s pretty clear to me that you’re going to end up doing it anyway. At least this way, you know you’re not going to regret doing it with some creep.”

I really don’t know, but she hands me my jacket and puts hers on. I seem to be on autopilot, and just go along with her, sitting in the cab there and feeling really nervous about even meeting a guy this way. Jackie is clearly texting him and saying we’re headed there, but I was elsewhere in my head.

There was a lot of things that, well, lets face it are based on my old thoughts and feelings, but I also can’t deny I really enjoy the feeling of the dildo inside me. And while I enjoy it and feel satisfied afterwards, there’s also something missing. I still haven’t had an orgasm and it’s not like I’m not aware of how good they are meant to be. I would like to enjoy that at least once.

Jackie took my hand and walked me into her flat, not really needing to sense my nervousness about this. She might be used to having multiple partners at once, even looking across and seeing her boyfriend with other women while she’s with other men, but I guess I’ve always had a boring and simple sex life compared to her.

Walking into the living room, she said, “Honey, we’re here.”

I followed her in, feeling very, very nervous and ready to bolt, but there is a guy, not bad looking in the process of standing up and wearing a bathrobe. She said, “This is Lew. Lew, this is Ron.”

I reached out to shake his hand, I mean, that’s what I would normally do and I have no idea what the etiquette is for this type of thing. He took my hand and shook it gently, saying hello and my nerves were at an all time high. He looks at Jackie and said, “You never said she was cute, I mean, are you sure she used to be that guy?”

I was about to open my mouth to say something, but she told him I was, that I’m actually 58, even taking my wrist to show him the plastic hospital bracelet for him to read. He said, “Oh, it’s Lew, not Lou. That makes sense. Sorry, I was expecting a much older looking woman.”

Jackie laughed and said, “Lew has worked very hard to keep that bit of information out of the news, so please keep her secret.”

He looked me up and down again, and then I noticed something going on with him. I wasn’t aware of it earlier, but it’s there and, well, growing at a rate that I was expecting it to poke through the robe any second. Jackie saw it, and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he said, “So, um. I was expecting someone a bit more, well, ugly. So just in case I took one of our weekend pills.”

I had no idea what he was on about, other than me not looking 58 of course, so when Jackie saw my confusion, she said, “Cialis”.

I still had no idea, so she said, “It’s like viagra, but lasts longer and normally saved for our parties.” And she gave him a look to say she wasn’t happy about him doing that.

Anyway, we sat there for a few minutes, and I was feeling more awkward than I wanted to admit, now wondering if even agreeing to come here was a mistake, when Jackie took my hand and said to follow her, taking me into what looked like their spare bedroom. She sat me down, told me to stay and left, coming back a moment later with Ron in tow, sat him down on the bed next to me and said, “I’m leaving you two alone for a bit.” Then looking at me said, “It’s up to you what happens next.”

And she walked out, leaving me in there with her boyfriend, who is now poking out of his robe ever so slightly. I was trying not to looks at it, but I obviously did and he said, “Sorry, I guess this is really awkward for both of us.” And he adjusted his robe to cover it up.

I must have made a face as he said, “Sorry, were you looking?”

And while I was trying to shake my head to say no, it was pretty obvious I was, I mean, I’ve never been this close to one that hard that wasn't attached to me. He smiled and said, “I’ll tell you what, I’m ok with you looking.”

And he stood up, undoing the belt and taking it off, letting the robe drop to the floor. He stood there in more ways than one, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Is this the first one you’ve seen.”

So, it most definitely was the first one I’ve seen, and I was staring at it intently, mouth slightly open and I couldn't put a word in my mouth, so I just nodded and kept looking. He sat back down next to me, and said, “Why don’t you take your jacket off?”

I took it off, still looking at his erect penis, I mean, I’ve been thinking about them a lot recently, more so since I started using the dildo and he was about the same size, maybe a bit thicker than my toy. Anyway, he suggested I just relax, be here in the same place as someone with a erection, and he asked me about what my previous job was.

Slowly I started to talk more, answering his questions with actual details rather than single words, but my eyes were very fixed on his, well, his cock. Soft ones are a penis, but hard ones, hard ones you can’t take your eyes off as you watch it move with every one of his heartbeats, they are cocks.

He suggested I kick my trainers off, and strangely I was worried about looking a bit shorter if we stood up, but they were kicked off. I said, “Ok, I have no idea what will happen next, but I am used to being naked.”

I did stand up, took my tee shirt off, and then my CK bra, and before I got too scared and bottled it, I pulled down my leggings and pants, kicking them off and sitting back down next to him, forcing myself not to fold my arms. I looked at him, his face that is, and said, “I’m nervous”.

He told me that is completely understandable, and he picked up my hand, gently stroking the back of it with his thumb, trying to help me stay relaxed. I was still quite nervous, not quite freaking out but also enjoying the moment. Normally I’m the only one naked in a room at any time, now I’m not alone, and at least in this respect I feel comfortable. I start looking at his cock again, wondering if I should reach out to hold it or not, so I look at his face to ask permission.

His hand comes up to my face and turns me towards him as he leans in for a kiss. Out lips almost touch but I pull away. “Sorry, I’m not sure I’m ready to kiss a man just yet”. He smiles and tells me it’s ok, we will move at my speed, so I ask, “Can I, you know, touch it?”

His hand runs gently from my face down my neck, barely touching me as his hand slides over my shoulder and down my arm, taking my hand and moving it towards his hardness, stopping a few inches away and letting go of me. I hovered there, and he was giving me permission to take the final step. It was difficult, I sort of stayed there for a while, not going forward and touching it, wondering if I could, but I also didn’t move away, so just thought to myself, ‘get it over with, you want this.’

I wrapped my hand around it, holding him gently and slowly moved my fingers up and down, feeling the length of it, how it was both hard and soft at the same time. It was time to man up, I could feel how wet and ready I was down there, so I let go and moved over on the bed, laying on my back with my legs apart just enough to invite him to join me. He did.

He moves so he is above me, his hard cock pointing towards me, and then lays down, keeping all his weight off me while ensuring there is contact everywhere. I open my legs wider and I feel him touch me down there for the first time and now I know I am ready for this. He lifts his chest up from me, and bends down and licks a nipple and my body goes wild with desire. He knows I want this now, and he moves his hips forward, and the tip of his cock is pressing against me, trying to find it’s way in. I reach down and take hold of him, lining him up and the tip is now right at the entrance and he senses it, pushing forward gently and the head of his cock goes in me.

My eyes open wide as they roll backwards and I moan in pleasure.

The first cock inside me feels amazing and I look at him, he can see that I am happy and he starts to move deeper into me. I reach and put one hand behind his neck and pull him down towards me.

I needed to be kissed.

He was gentle, loving and perfect as my first. He felt even better than the dildo, hot hard flesh moving inside you feels great, I loved the way I felt full with him in there, And kissing, wow! Who knew it could be that great to kiss a man, especially a man who was inside you at the same time. I might not have been completely in the moment, but there was a part of my mind wondering if I’ve been missing out in the past by not enjoying this as often as I could.

I was riding a wave of pleasure, trying to keep focused to the new feelings I was having when I realised that he was going to beat me to it. His breathing changed and his pace went from trying to give me pleasure to getting there for himself. He pressed into me and I felt him twitching inside me as he pumped into me.

Did I feel it? Well, yes and no. You can’t feel anything beyond the twitching and a slight enlargement of his cock inside you. Oh, and a wetness, more wet than it was before.

Anyway, we lay there together and he went to climb off me but I wrapped my arms and legs around him to keep him in me for a bit longer. And then there was a gentle knock on the door and Jackie opened it, poking her head round asking “How are you getting on in there? Oh, you’re literally in there I guess.”

She’s clearly comfortable talking to people when they have sex, even if it’s her boyfriend, but I said, “It’s ok, you can come in. We just finished and are laying here together.”

She knelt down by the bed and said, “Together, or together together?”

He said the latter and she asked me how I felt. “We’ll, I was very nervous and scared to even kiss him, but we kissed, once he was inside me that is.”

I gave him a quick kiss and said, “I like it a lot.”

She laughed and told him to pull out or the condom might spill, and I exchanged a look with him. Jackie said, “Oh no, you didn’t did you? Ron you promised!”

I began apologising profusely, that it was all my fault I should have been more aware of what I was doing, but just got carried away with myself. He apologised saying the same as well, and she told him off for not thinking about me, and me for not thinking about the risk of pregnancy. We both sat there meekly and embarrassed as Jackie lectured us and she was absolutely right about the whole thing. I said, “You’re right, I do need to be careful, I always was in the past, I need to be better in the future.”

She looked at me like she was disappointed with me, and I said, “But it did feel really nice.”

And she started to laugh saying I had an hour before we had to leave, so I had better be careful and enjoy the next sixty minutes. And I did. I quite enjoyed riding him cowgirl, and while as a man I never particularly enjoyed doggy as I always like physical contact of body on body and there’s not a lot of that in doggy, but as a girl it feels amazing! There was one other good thing that happened, I finally had my orgasm as a girl, while riding and grinding on him.

Jackie made me take a shower before we left and suggested a douche just in case there was any cum left in me, pointing out that it might be too late and a difficult conversation might happen in a couple of weeks. Anyway, I picked up my washing and got a cab back to hospital as Jackie said she had no intention of wasting the Cialis so he had better expect to be sore by morning.

The next week was a repeat of the previous, apart from the sex of course, although I found I had less of a desire to use the toys now, wondering if like in Toy Story they come alive when I’m not looking and wondering why I don’t play with them all the time anymore. I was now allowed to go for a walk in the park opposite, not too far, but at least I got to stretch my legs each day. And of course, I was still talking to hot teacher, but now my lady boner was under a bit more control thanks to Ron.

The following weekend I was allowed out by myself on the Saturday and after putting my washing on, I went shopping. I think at this point I was a lot more comfortable being a woman, well, girl, and so while shopping I decided to get some different clothes. Basically, I brought some teeshirts and actual jumpers this time, plus a couple of dresses and a denim skirt.

I actually own skirt I paid for myself, tried on, rejected, tried on several others and then went back to buy the first one I rejected. My god, I’m shopping like a girl now. I even looked at some lingerie, but wasn’t really sure what I wanted to buy, so decided to leave that till next week and to do some research to work out what I might like to buy and what to wear.

The next day being a Sunday, I only had a measurements in the morning and no other tests, so I went for a walk in the park, but not too far as it rained, but I did enjoy being out there. One of the nurses lent me an umbrella, something I had never used in my entire life as I didn’t see the point in them, but without any waterproofs to wear I had little choice. I’ve always enjoyed walking in the rain, no one ever bothers anyone else as they are too busy trying to stay dry, and all the umbrella did for me was keep my head and shoulders dry.

And that was something else I would need to add to my shopping list if I ever get released, some proper walking gear so I can get out in the countryside, assuming that is something they would let me do if they can’t fix me. While walking I was thinking about the sex with Ron. There’s no denying I enjoying it a lot, and Jackie has been sneaking in pregnancy tests for me to do every couple of days. I understand why she was so worried, how exactly would we explain it away without her getting in trouble? I kept telling her I would say I hooked up with some random guy on a day out if it does happen, keeping her name out of it, but it did make me wonder about my future.

Firstly, if I get out and they can’t change me back, do I want to be a mother? I had never wanted to be a father so will I want this new option? Also, if I can change back, could I reject the idea of sex with me in the future? I really enjoyed it and it was so much better than being with a woman, will I still be attracted to men if I get changed back?

And what if they find out how to do it and give me the choice, do I take it?

More questions for another day, but I still don’t want to tell Annette I lost my virginity just yet.

Anyway, as I headed back in, I bumped into hot teacher and we chatted for a bit, not long as he said he didn’t want to keep me hanging about while I’m all wet. I laughed, I couldn’t help it, and didn’t want to explain to him why I was laughing, just saying he made me very happy and I will make sure I see him on Monday at the usual time.

When I got back to my room I had a visitor, Sarah. We had been texting and chatting a bit, not a huge amount, but it was really good to see her. Today, she had some gifts for me, nothing exciting, just some chocolate and we sat down to share it while talking about very little. I didn’t really want to tell her I had sex, I mean, I don’t want her to think I jumped onto the first cock that was presented to me. I did do just that of course, and while I feel that I’ve moved on from our relationship, she might have not just yet.

She was over me, she had taken her house off the market and was going to stay at work and while she wasn’t seeing anyone, she had been on a couple of dates but nothing beyond drinks. I wanted to ask what people thought had happened to me, but to be honest that wasn’t my life anymore. She did tell me much later that people thought we had just broken up, and it was easier for her to let them think that than face hundreds of questions. Fair enough really.

One thing that was funny is that she noticed my finger nails were long and asked why I hadn’t sorted them yet. “Oh, that’s easy. I keep forgetting to pick up any nail clippers.”

She winced, and said, “No, that’s not good enough anymore.” And picked up her bag, bringing out some nail files and showed me how to tidy them up and she even gave them a bit of shape. I’m not sure they were a lot shorter, but I did draw the line at her painting them. When she left to go home, we hugged and it was funny really, she’s always been an attractive woman, but I felt no physical attraction to her anymore, but when she kissed the top of my head and said to look after myself, well, I got a clear sense she felt none for me either. This visit was her closure, and that’s a good thing.

And then there was Monday, A lot happened and where do I start?

After my morning measurements I had a visit from the consultant and Annette, and when both turn up at once I’m expecting it to be bad news. Last time it was my oncoming period, but this time I was a little scared they might be here to tell me I was pregnant.

It wasn’t that, thank god.

They wanted to tell me that while they want me to stay in for at least two more weeks, they think I need to start accepting that I’m going to be a girl for the future now, and that while they have no idea if I will live to my original age or if it’s reset, I need to accept this is who I am.

I want to say I was upset but I think I’ve accepted it already, a hard cock inside you can really turn your mind on to new things. Anyway, I was going to be having some daily therapy sessions and a lot more tests carried out before they decide to let me go free, with ongoing monitoring of course. So Monday was a day of me feeling like a pin cushion, they seemed to photograph me inside and out with many different machines, and the speculum seemed to be expanded to new depths and widths.

When that was finally over I went back to my room, put on some leggings and went out for a coffee and cigarette, looking forward to a walk around the park to refuel my spirits before this is all repeated tomorrow. As I walked out the hospital carrying my cup, I heard a voice call my name and stoped dead. I completely forgot about meeting hot teacher, so stopped and waited for him to catch up. “Hey, how are yo…..Are you ok?”

I looked at him and said, “Are you free to walk and talk for a bit?”

He obviously said of course, and we walked saying nothing and he waited for me to start speaking. I was a bit annoyed about that, I mean, I understand why, a woman would normally open up but I was still very much in both worlds, so time to man up again.

“They think they can’t fix me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

I looked at him and said, “It’s ok, I think I knew that but they pretty much confirmed it today and I have hundreds of tests to be done over the next few days and it’s a bit depressing really.”

We walked a bit further in silence, then he said, “Is being a woman so bad?”

I didn’t reply immediately, eventually saying, “To be honest, I’m quite liking it, but there are problems. For example, I’m both older and younger than you at the same time, and it’s going to be really difficult to go into a pub and order a drink, let alone buy more cigarettes. Right now it’s really expensive as I’m getting my lawyer to buy them for me, but I can’t keep asking him to do that.”

I took a deep breath, wondering what I should tell him. “Oh, and my ex girlfriend is starting to move on, which I’m pleased about, but…”

And I stopped talking, not wanting to say it, so he said it for me. “Now you like men anyway.”

I stopped walking, and after two steps he did as well, looking at me with a smile. He said, “It’s ok, I can tell, when I was trying to pretend I wasn’t looking at women, you were trying to pretend you weren't looking at men.”

I went very suddenly shy, wondering if he ever noticed me looking at him, but again, he beat me to it, “Yes, I’ve seen you looking at me. I’m a teacher, I see girls looking at teachers all the time when they have a crush.”

I started walking again and he fell into step next to me. “Is that how you see me, like one of the girls at your school?” Oh god! I really do sound like a schoolgirl with a crush.

He said, “No, I could never see you as a school girl, you’re far too old!”

I burst out laughing and said, “If you speak to me like that again young man I will put you over my knee!”

He started to say something, but stopped himself, and we carried on walking, and well, I felt a bit flirty now and said, “I wonder if that’s something I will like, being put over a knee and given a spanking.”

I timed it perfectly, he was taking a sip of coffee and spat it out. I looked at him and said, “Nah, the idea is fun though.” I started walking backwards in front of him, saying, “Do you think it would be fun?” And before I turned to walk forwards, I flicked my eyes down at his groin and said, “Doesn’t look like it. Good.”

I heard him start to run after me so I ran quickly, not intending to get very far when I felt two hands on my sides, tickling me.

It was torture! I would have given him anything to stop, but by then I didn’t care, his arms were around me and my arms went around his neck and we kissed.

We kissed.

We both broke it at the same time, and both said ‘sorry’ together, both feeling embarrassed by what just happened and I suggested we sit down and talk. I said, “I’m really sorry, I shouldn't have let that happen. I knew I was attracted to you from when I first saw you, and with me looking like this and your job, well, it’s a bad idea. I’m sorry,”

He said, “You are right, it was a bad idea for all the reasons you said.” He paused for a couple of seconds. “But I’m not sorry it happened. It is confusing though.”

I giggled a bit and said, “You’re right, the age gap either means I’m taking advantage of you or you’re taking advantage of me. But I want you to know, you are not taking advantage of me.”

He said, “Well, not tonight anyway, I have a lesson to deliver and I’m already technically late.”

We stood up and walked back, but this time we walked a little closer together, not touching on purpose, but it happened a couple of times and we looked at each when it did and smiled. All the way back we said nothing, each lost in our thoughts of how inappropriate anything happening would be, but I did wonder if like me he was thinking just how far we could take this.

Anyway, the only other thing we said was that we would meet for a coffee on Wednesday.

Hospital stuff between then was just more hospital stuff, but on Wednesday we just sat and drank coffee, and I think like me he was afraid to go for a walk in the park in case we kissed again, so we arranged to meet up for a coffee on the Friday.

Well, on Friday, there were no free seats outside, so we did go into the park and walk. We kept the conversation light, avoiding the elephant in the room, and having no real plan for where to walk. For me I was just pleased to be out and moving and can’t speak for him. I don’t think he planned it, and I’m certain I didn’t, but there was a part of the park that had been allowed to go wild, with just a few paths going through it that weren’t tarmac’d, so often wet and uneven.

That’s where we needed up walking while talking about Shakespeare and we both stopped at the same time, looked around and realised we were alone. I dropped my coffee cup and he dropped his and we launched our lips at each other. The tension between us since Monday disappeared in our desire to kiss, and being shorter I need to stand on tip toe to reach him. His hands were running through my hair and I could feel his erection pressing against me and I needed to know.

I might have pushed him backwards into a bit more cover, it was hard to tell as it could have been him pushing me, but we were completely hidden and I felt his hands on my bum, pulling me into him.

I’m really not complaining at all.

His hands moved up under the back of my hoody, a bit cold at first but so very welcome and I know that throughout the whole session together, anywhere my hands could reach while we kissed they touched. I moved away slightly, just enough so I could reach down and feel him, and he used the space to run his hands from my waist and up to my boobs, cupping them as he pushed my bra up. As his thumbs gently played with my nipples, I went for it and put my hand into his trousers, wrapping my hand around him.

Well, I only have one experience of holding a hard cock and this one is bigger.

We kissed and he played with my, well, my tits while I stroked his cock, but having a hand down the front of his trousers wasn’t that easy, so I took my hand out and undid the button and his flies, pulling him out into the air and kept stroking him. I would have been happy to just kiss, but this, this was a lot better. His touch on my skin was a million times better than Jackie’s boyfriend. With him, I was just experimenting, but this, this was because I wanted to do it. And based on how hard he is he wants it as well. His hand ran down my stomach and slipped into my leggings, going right where I wanted them and a finger slipped into me. This was the first time I got fingered by someone else, and I moaned in pleasure as he moved the finger around inside me.

He said, “I’m going to cum.”

I really wasn’t thinking and instead sped up, wanting to give him the release that I was yearning for.

“Stand back, I don’t want it to go over your clothes.”

And he had a point, but I had too much passion going right now, I wanted to stay close to him, so I did something a girl once did for me when we got carried away. I used my free hand to push down the front of my leggings and panties, and pushed him into them so he could cum in there with limited cleanup till later.

Shame I forgot what happened next all those years ago, but this time I was on the other end of it.

When I put him in there I let go and wrapped my arms around him, moving my hips to help bring over the final steps and of course, he moved as well, rubbing himself on me down there and he groaned and I felt the first spurt in my panties. Which made everything slick down there and he slipped into me. Not a lot, just a little, well, maybe half of it and I felt him twitch in me. I could have pushed him away, but I didn’t want to. I wanted it as much as he did.

We stood there as he came down from his orgasm inside me, and me, well, I was panting as well. I never had an orgasm, but I was feeling very satisfied as we stood there, holding on to each other, my legs slightly apart to allow him access and his trousers around his knees.

I said, “Remember when I said we shouldn’t have kissed?”

I felt him laughing and he said, “Yep, and I remember saying I’m not sorry it happened. I really hope you’re not sorry about this either.”

I pulled him closer, but he was softening and beginning to slide out of me, so we stepped apart. I pulled up my leggings and there was a lot of wetness between my legs, but I was ok about it. He went to pull up his trousers, but I could see a problem just he could, so I bent down and did something I wasn’t sure I ever would, and took him into my mouth to clean him up. It was nice.

We walked back together and he had a lesson to deliver and me, well, I needed to clean up, and again we didn’t say much, but for a change we rode up in the lift together, There were a few others in there with us, and we did touch fingers a few times, sharing a secret smile, but he got off two floors before me, and gave me a nod, saying with his eyes he will see me soon. As I walked back to the ward, Jackie called me before I got to my room saying I had a quick exam and to hurry up.

I followed her down the corridor, feeling the squelch in my panties and trying to stop to go to the toilet to clean up, but she said it won’t take long. It actually didn’t, but I was a bit blindsided by this as we walked into a room and the two doctors in there asked me to go behind the curtain and strip off. I looked around for something I could use to clean up, but Jackie followed me as I stripped. Of course, when my underwear came off she saw it, her eyes going wide, then rolling them at me.

She pulled a packets of tissues out of her pocket and handed it to me, giving me a chance to at least wipe myself before stepping out there. Thankfully it wasn’t an internal exam, just some extra photos of my body to compare for the record as they had stopped doing that every day. Once it was over, we walked back and she said nothing until we passed a toilet and she pulled me in, saying, “What the fuck just happened?”

I told her, even finding my own excuse of ‘we only put it in a little bit’ pathetic, but she laughed and said, “Ok, well I think we need to talk about some birth control for you. And seriously, you used to be a man, you must have known what would happen.”

Back in my room we had a more serious talk about it, and that I would talk to Annette about everything that happened. Which made the next day very interesting, with Annette making all of Monday free just to talk to me between the various appointments I was going to have. After talking to the gynaecologist about getting an IUD fitted, she asked if it could be done that week, and to be honest I don’t blame her, I’m not sure I can be trusted with these desires. But back in my room, hoping to be free so I could go and meet hot teacher, the Consultant arrived.

Great. I’m either getting more bad news or a joint telling off for unprotected sex.

It was neither. They said they were going to release me on Saturday, but I would have to come back on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for more checks, but only about an hour each time.

I was stunned, and half an hour later heading down to see hot teacher so we could have a more serious conversation about what happened. Not only that, I think that as he has now been inside me, I really should try and find out his name. I think he did mention it, but only in the sense of his teacher name, Mr something or other, and I need to know what to call him. When I got down there he wasn’t around, so I guessed I missed him, it’s happened before so no big deal, but I waited a bit longer than normal to try and see him on the way out of the hospital to share my good news. I didn’t see him.

On Wednesday I made sure I was a bit early for him, waiting and waiting, and still nothing. Again, not a big deal, don’t think about it too deeply I kept telling myself. On Friday, with my brand new IUD freshly fitted, I felt great. Tomorrow I was going home right after my morning measurements, and I wanted to see hot teacher, I desperately wanted to tell someone other than Sarah or my solicitor (who I gave a very big shopping list to and will undoubtedly charge me three times the value of things, not to mention their time). As I was going to be going home, I decided now was as good a time as any to wear a dress outside, but first I put on some underwear. It’s fine going commando around the hospital for convenience, but I think I should wear something right now.

Sitting there on the bench in our usual area, I waited and still I wasn’t seeing him. By now it was impossible not to think that I had overdone it with him, going a little to far for him. I mean, I’m not stupid, I know that I look younger than I am, and maybe as he’s a teacher it was just a step too far for him and he just felt guilty about it when he sat down to think about being inside me.

I waited over an hour in the hope of seeing him, but it was time to face facts. I dropped my cup in the recycling, headed back to my room and on the way decided to give my solicitor something else to do; It was time to put my big girl pants on and change my name.