Previously: I had a Tuesday appointment with Dr Printz, GYN/Endocrinologist. She noticed I had a different friend come with me to my appointment. I told her about Melanie and I becoming close friends but taking our time. She was happy that Melanie was accepting me as Nick as well.
She said, “When you have someone in your life and are ready; I would be willing to visit with the two of you, if helpful.”
“I’m guessing you realize that might not be far away,” I said. “But I want to give us more time. I’m not used to a relationship feeling this good lasting very long.”
Now: “Friendships that are lasting is what I encourage you to develop, romance will take care of itself in time,” Dr. Printz said. I knew she wondered if I was listening.
I reiterated, “I’m hopeful, but as you say, time is key.”
She said, “We have gotten to the point that I’d appreciate it if you called me Dr. Jenn or just Jennifer. I want you open to calling me and to confide in me on an ongoing basis.” She gave me another of her cards and this with her phone number and email address. “Please don’t abuse it or share it with others, but by all means know you can contact me, whenever. You’re on the verge of becoming a young woman in the best sense. Come fall or winter at the latest Nick will be coming your second self forever; do you understand what I am saying?”
It felt good, and I said, “Thanks, Dr. Jenn, and yes, I hear it’s for me and to treat it wisely. That I’ve come this far as Nicole is good. I agree I don’t hate being Nic, but I’m Nicole.”
Dr. Jenn asked who Melanie was to me and asked me to be safe either way. We talked about the possibility of using my sperm to fertilize two or three of her eggs. Dr. Jenn said, "That will be a more appropriate discussion when we have time for the three of us to meet together… If you want I will go out and say hello today. “Her name again is Melanie, is that so?”
“Yes, Melanie Adams, she’ll be a graduate student. We’re talking about living together next fall.”
Melanie felt good about Dr. Printz coming out to meet her. We scheduled my next appointment for the three of us if we were still together. We knew Dr. Printz wasn’t as sure as us if it were to happen.
My job was going well, but my summer courses were more demanding than I originally had planned. Ms. Martha Hansen from the JD Ankeny told me, “Like it or not, I’m going to be more demanding of you a T-woman. We can’t have you messing up and casting a bad light on us?”
Ms. Chambers had insisted that I didn’t hear the critique correctly and just asserted that I needed to apply myself. Which is what I set out on doing. I mastered the computer programs they were using and their various production facilities.
I even went down on the production floor at Ankeny and sat in on numerous staff meetings to understand those procedures. I was being questioned about my doing so by Ms. Hansen when Mr. Mendelson corrected her. “I am glad to see that skirt down on the floor. She helped us twice to rewrite appropriately our manual of procedures. Plants in Germany and elsewhere complimented our clarity.”
It was mid-July when my going to Europe was assured and JD pressed forward for my passport request.
I was on my second round of summer courses found work and education reinforcing my studies. My meals with Melanie and spooning one another at night were my saving grace from insanity. Social greetings between her brother Sam and me provided added amusement for her.
I did get two days with her on her archaeological dig. Using a soft-bristled toothbrush to clarify a finding was a humbling and patience-building exercise. Especially when she hung over me, breathing passion into my ears and coddling her fingers over my breasts.
I spent the last weekend of July, before going to Europe, being filled with experience upon experience spending time with Melanie and a shared moment with my sister Rachel.
Knowing where Germany’s Black Forest was from Mannheim, Germany was not part of my formal responsibilities, but it had won me points. We had a productive but stressful week and I suggested people unwind and enjoy the forest. I hired a guide and a small bus to get us there and back. The relaxed atmosphere for some was a respite and the rediscovery of everyday life. There were four who paired with a spouse or a friend and meandered through two villages and the forest trails. They’d even humbug Friday and Saturday if they crossed paths with one or another. But Saturday evening’s presentation by a ‘clock smith’, horologists, more properly stated. Alfred Mendelson had suggested it from a previous trip he had made. The presenter had two boards displaying all the parts and in his presentation, he asked, “And how does one put them together to make a timepiece? How many things in your lives take more than one or two to bring something about?”
I know at that moment Herr Schmidt huffed, but when it drew attention to him, he did not shy away. “It is true,” he said, “none of us can do what we need on our own. Who we are is bigger than that, and we lost sight of it.” Three of the four stayed up into the night talking and drinking.
Mrs. Chambers came and sat next to me on the trip back to Mannheim: “Things like this happen around you, that is what I value about you.”
I said, “I don’t think Ms. Hansen shares your sentiments.”
Mrs. Chambers remarked, “Her being your boss ends next week; focus on the things she taught you.”
She asked me, “Something has weighed on you during this trip; what’s been your distraction?”
“I missed my time with my friend Melanie.”
Ms. Chambers said, “That to can be an experience, it is like missing the cogs in the wheels that match up with ours. Absence can reinforce what one’s heart finds important.” She added, “Someone told me that you are much like the woman your mother is. I am not sure what Mr. Doobs meant, but it seemed to be given as a compliment.”
I told Mrs. Chambers that I thought she needed to know that Mr. Mendelson in Ankeny was the one who gave me the idea of the presenter for Saturday night. She responded, “You had mentioned that before. Did you hear the compliment about you and your mother?”
I said, “Yes, it’s just that I worry about my mother and how I feel for Melanie.”
Mrs. Chambers said, “Do you really think your mother doesn’t know or won’t be happy for you?”
It was ten o’clock when I was settled back in from our weekend trip. I text Rachel and within fifteen minutes we were talking via WIFI.
“Are you pining away as much as your soul-mate is,” she asked? She went on to tell me that after her first phone talk with Melanie, they have met every third day. Melanie had taken the time to help Rachel set up her classroom. Melanie, she, and our Mom went out to eat and it lasted three hours.
“Mom thought we would talk first. She wanted me to remind you that you have an appointment on August 27, with Dr. Printz. She was surprised, but happy when she learned you and Melanie are scheduled to meet with Dr. Jenn.”
I said, “She knows?”
Melanie said, “Nicole will tell you if and when the time is right.”
It was Wednesday when we arrived back in the United States, but that was back to the corporate office and two full days before I flew into Des Moines and saw Melanie.
I was afraid I was going to cry and make a scene at the airport, but a wave of joy washed over me. I kept my composure as Melanie and Rachel both greeted me. We stopped at Rachel’s, shared a meal, and I thought I’d crash and fall to sleep there. Instead, Melanie poured me into her car and drove back to her Ames apartment.
Once I had showered and our bodies were stirred there was no going to sleep.
I did wake up late in the morning with my phone ringing at 10:00 a.m. and Mrs. Hansen asking why I was not there. I politely told her I worked 24/7 for three days the past weekend so I took today off… I invited her to fire me, as she said I didn’t have the day off scheduled.
“You know very well I can’t do that.”
I said, “I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I’ve earned and needed this time off.” The phone call ended as I felt the warmth of Melanie’s body and mine. My hips and bum have more shape as Melanie’s hands and arms embrace me. My breasts are enough bigger that they heat up in touching the breasts of my love. Our luscious lips still had enough lipstick to make the passionate kiss that much more delicious.
We were back at my home, on the Friday night before Melanie and I would have our an appointment with Dr. Jenn Printz on Monday. We were in my bed and Melanie rolled over upon me forcing my hardness to be pinned between our bodies. “Nicole, I want to consummate our union with Nicolaus. Do you accept your presence into my life heart, body, and soul?”
I said, “But our rings are back at college. I thought we were going to wait until I graduated and you were done?”
She said, “They are outward signs and future dates; this is now and forever lasting.” She raised herself and used her mouth to moisten my head and shaft. She lowered herself upon me. I said, “May our union be forever.”
She was upon me and her legs embrace me and I was in her. We rolled in the bed on a passion-filled night.
We enjoyed the weekend, and family members several times asked if there was more we wanted to tell them. I had tried once to dress as Nick, but the clothes were ill-fitting and my image was now all wrong for him. I did wear one of my guy shirts. It was like one of the songs of a girl wearing a guy’s shirt and short skirts.
Mom called Rachel at her new apartment and asked if she knew what was going on? It was Sunday night with a video call with Rachel that Rachel asked, “You two have consummated your relationship, didn’t you?” My mother looked at the two of us and Melanie squeezed me from behind. “We wanted to do it in hopes that I got the best of Nick and Nicole.”
It was Monday during the extended appointment and the procedure to harvest more sperm and maybe an egg from Melanie. Dr. Pintz looked to Melanie, “You’ve calculated your best ovulation period, haven’t you? I don’t want to try to harvest any eggs today and disturb what may be taking place.”
She took me to her surgery area and harvested my semen. She said, “While I am sure your sperm count is continuing to fall; it takes just one of those wiggly tails to impregnate an egg. There are numerous enough to make a good harvest. Regarding Melanie and this time we will just need to wait and see.
We were back in Ames the following day and classes were soon to start. Melanie would have a limited amount of formal classes, but much work. I was on schedule to graduate a year from this coming December. I had moved into Melanie’s apartment and for all practical purposes, we were living together. Over Labor Day Weekend we made it official that we were engaged, and made our first visit to bridal shops. She had a swatch from a gown she had planned for our wedding. This search was for me.
It was the third week of October and our mothers have scheduled both of us into an all-day spa together. Though the spa people knew who I am, I used glue to hide my testes and penis and present as best as possible as Nicole. The masseuse thanked me saying, “You would present well as Nicole, however, you appeared. Today, we want you to relax, enjoy yourself, as does everyone who loves you.”
Our spa had us come an hour before they were publicly opened, Halle said that they liked an hour to focus on the two of us to begin the day. They provided white cotton thongs for each of us. Melanie had started by not feeling well, but a massage of her head and sinuses relieved whatever her tension was and we continue. Starting in the warm, bubbling spa relaxed us before we were side by side for our massage. Everything was beautiful and I was feeling wonderful. Our foot massages were done as we laid back for our facials. The manicure, pedicure, makeover, and hair were all mine. I had learned to treat my nails and grow them out.
It was 5:00 p.m. when we were ready to check out. Instead of our clothes, they encouraged us to wear two mini wedding dress costumes. There was a note from Eryn and Megan whom both graduated a year and a half ago. “It is our homecoming and we wanted to celebrate with the two of you. We would have felt bad if it turned out wrong, you dressing as a woman. Please let’s celebrate our homecoming.” They indicated they had a wedding suite reserved at the top of the tower hotel; the address and suite number were provided.
There were stockings and heels to go with our other clothes. Melanie was the first to giggle, I remember when they first talked you into modeling as a girl and you came to our store. Enclosed was a picture of the four women then and pictures of them now. My phone rang, and I answered, even though I didn’t recognize the number. It was Megan saying, “We have a limousine outside waiting, how long are the two of you going to be?”
We put on our costumes which were actually quite nice. With our hair, makeup, and everything else done, it was just putting on the clothes and walking out. Many of the spa staff were happy to see our reunion and then seeing us off. We got to the tower hotel and up to the top floor restaurant. There much of the dining area was portioned off for a shower. A light meal and champagne were served. Making two lines were the women of our families and other friends who have shared in our journey. There was a blown-up picture of me in the first dress I had modeled. There was another enlarged picture with me trying on my special dress with Melanie looking on. Kayla, Lexi, and Jan were there, my first girlfriends welcoming me into womanhood. Eryn, Megan, Ivy, and Beth were all there.
Hadley, who I met at the horse stable we used, was there and she had a photo that could only have been taken by a drone. Melanie and I lying on the blanket out in a meadow. The picture was in an envelope, ‘for your eyes only.' A Precious Moment figurine of two young girls kissing. Everything was sweet and appropriate. Delicate gifts were shared that caused us both to blush.
Mrs. Chambers didn’t come but sent a note with a very gracious gift card. The note was to the fact with so many JD locations and today’s computers, you have a job when you want one. The quote of starting pay was surprising.
It was seven weeks since the weekend we made out and Melanie has not had her period. The last gift of the wedding shower was a pregnancy test kit.
Melanie wanted privacy and she went to the suite reserve for us. Everyone else including I were to wait at our reception area. I hadn’t realized at our table small glasses of champagne had again appeared.
Melanie was back with but a small smile. She gave me a glass and we laced our arms to share a toast, “To us,” she said and we each took a sip, “To Nicole who is to be a father.”
The End of the Beginning…
