Aemilia was being careful as she put one foot in front of the other. She was learning how to rewalk after having her pelvic area rebuilt to be like a woman’s. She never knew how hard it was going to be when she decided to become a woman.

On top of relearning how to walk, she had to learn how to track her period and take care of new vagina. She never knew that there was so much a woman learned when they grew up or had to be careful about. She never had any children, and most of the female relatives she had never spoken about things like this.

The good thing that resulted from all the surgeries she had was that her armpit hair was permanently lasered. The hair on her legs was permanently lasered, and all the other areas where she had very little hair growth were removed permanently.

For the next hour and so on, Aemilia works hard to relearn how to walk and move. Every once in a while, Lucia would offer encouragement. After the physical training was over, Aemilia had personal hygiene care classes she had to learn.

After those classes, she had makeup and personal appearance classes. Aemilia wasn’t alone in those classes. There were several other women in the class, and each person had a personal instructor to teach them how to apply makeup. The instructors taught each of them what colors and styles looked good on them. The instructors were professional makeup artists who knew their craft well.

Aemilia had a young woman who was very knowledgeable about makeup. She was an older woman, but could see how Aemilia’s face was shaped, even after all the facial surgery Aemilia had undergone. The expert could tell her what makeup would look good with her new bone structure.

Aemilia learns that the woman teaching her was named Rachel Blush. She has been a professional makeup artist for over ten years and has done a lot of different jobs. Aemilia liked her because she not only explained what she was doing, but was recommended different facial routines she should follow.

When Aemilia arrived back in her room after grabbing a light lunch in the cafeteria. She saw a bunch of boxes and bags for her sitting on the bed. There was a note sitting on top of the packages.

Aemilia,
Here are some outfits to get you started. I’ve included everything you’ll need, including lingerie, undergarments, and hosiery. I’ve also included some jewelry for you.
Love,
Aunt Miranda

Aemilia hears a knocking sound coming from her hospital room door. She puts the note down, “Enter.”

Lucia walks into the room, and a smile appears on her face. She spots all the packages sitting on the bed. “Well, it looks like I don’t have to take you shopping any time soon.”

Aemilia shakes her head. “Who else knows why I’m here?”

“Just me, uncle Lucas, aunt Charlotte, Zoey, Mouse, aunt Amalia, uncle Remus, and aunt Rhea. Not even Jack knows you are here.” Lucia knows that some members of the family could find out, but they were keeping it all secret.

“So, how did Aunt Miranda find out?” Aemilia wonders how her aunt found out.

“Beats me. Aunt Miranda has her ways, and none of us have been able to figure out how she finds things out.” Lucia has always wondered how Aunt Miranda finds things out.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate what she gave me, but the whole purpose of me changing my identity is to protect those I love and to have a second chance at life.”

“I wouldn’t worry about your secret getting out to your enemies, Auntie. There is no way anyone could put together that you survive. Plus, Zoey would know if someone was coming after you.” Lucia hasn’t met Charlotte’s newest daughters, but she knows they came from the United States. Charlotte also adopted another girl named Ashley at the same time.

“I just don’t want everyone to know I’m still alive.”

“Trust me, auntie. No one knows, and those who do know know how to keep a secret. So, have you been enjoying your lessons?” Lucia knew most of the instructors teaching her aunt.

“I never realized how much stuff a woman goes through to stay clean and healthy.” She never realized what her girlfriends and the female spies went through.

“That’s just the basics, Auntie. Wait until you go through Charm School. The instructor for that is of royal blood, and she is very good at teaching how young ladies should act.” Lucia knew, because she had charm school training.

“As long as she doesn’t whack my knuckles with a ruler, I’ll live,” Aemilia remembered the nuns she had as school teachers in the day.

“You say that now. Trust me, you’ll be a proper young lady when she is done with you.” Lucia knew how tough Mrs. Winters could be.

“Well, let’s see how close of a fit these clothes are.” Aemilia starts to undress to try the clothes on.