The Order of Things
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

I had a stopover in Thailand, and I decided to stay over and get the chop. It was a spur of the moment thing, but the way I figured it, why would I go on living as a man one day longer when I knew that I had always been a woman on the inside.

I got the body wax prior to the surgery. They even do the sack so that they can use it to fashion vaginal lips. I can’t stop admiring them in the mirror. Okay, I even show my pussy off to anybody who wants to take a peek, or even a photo.

I had my tits done too, while I was over there, including slow-release hormone implants which have been working on me slowly since the work was done and since I got back home.

I flew back on my own passport wearing an over-sized sweat top to hide my boobs. Nobody on the plane would have guessed that I was sitting on my very own pussy, which is kind of thrilling. People just thought that I was a regular guy - imagine that!

Then when I got home I had my hair and nails done and a manicure, and here I am – no longer your old pal but a complete woman. Tell me that I am totally fuckable – right? I am still a bit tender down there, but when I am ready you will be the first to know. No pressure or anything, it is just that we have been pals for a long time, so I kind of like the idea of you taking my female virginity.

We’ll have to go on a date of course. I would not want you to get the impression that I am that kind of girl. Actually, I probably am, but a date would be nice. Maybe somewhere romantic so you can get to know the new me – the real me.

I just need to get rid of this five o’clock shadow first. It doesn’t look good on me, does it?

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2022