Part 1 of 3

Thursday, August 27

"Come on, Sandy. Not all men are alike, and certainly not all of them are like that slime ball ex-husband of yours!" Amy said.

Amy and Sandy were lingering over their semi-regular weekly lunch, for once neither of them needing to rush back to their medical practices.

"Well, I haven't met one yet I would trust as far as I could throw him." Her friend replied.

"Oh, yes your have! Remember my James? He is a truly considerate man, and totally devoted to me!" Amy responded.

"OK, maybe." Sandy said. "The jury is still out on him. After all, I've only known him, what, 2 years?"

"Two and a half now! And in all that time, has he ever treated me with anything less that honest respect and love? Or you, even, in spite of the less than friendly treatment you give him whenever we're all together?"

With a sigh, Sandy said, "Maybe you're right. But then, James isn't really a man anyway!"

"Sandy, how dare you!"

"Wait, Amy. Let me rephrase that!" she backpedaled, "I'm sorry! It's just that since he is almost exactly your height, weighs not much more that you, and his temperament is so mellow for a man, I sometimes think of him more like a woman than a man. And you should know that from me, of all people, that that is high praise for a male!"

"Well, OK." Amy sulked. "That seemed like an awfully mean thing to say. To me, James is more man than any of the muscle-bound jocks out there, even if he is only 5' 8" and 145 lbs. And he is certainly more secure in his masculinity that those macho jerks that have to keep showing off to all the girls!"

"Maybe, but that would be an awfully tough thing to prove. So I'll just reserve judgment for now, if you don't mind."

"After all the years we've been friends you can't trust me on this? After all, I do know him a lot better than you do. I so want you two to be friends instead of the cold malice you show to him every time we get together. I wish there was some way I could prove it to you!" Amy said, thinking it would be nice if she could do things with her best friend and husband together.

"Hmm. Maybe there is a way…"

Amy perked up at that. "What? How?"

"Give me a sec. Let me think about this a little." Sandy paused, thinking of the possibilities. "Yes, that could work!"

"What could work?" Amy asked eagerly.

"Well… Naw, you'd never go for it. And even if you could, there's no way any man would do it. They're all too wrapped up in their masculinity and their superiority over women!"

"Not James!" growled Amy. "What do you mean I would never go for it? I would love a way to get you over your prejudice so I could spend time with the two people I love most in the world! Besides, I already told you, James isn't like that!"

"OK, OK! You said James was secure in his masculinity. Well, if we could set a test to prove it to me, and he comes through it without showing me any of the signs of testosterone poisoning that make men such jerks, maybe I could come to accept James as a friend."

Amy felt a thrill of excitement! "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, Halloween is coming up in a 2 months, you know." Amy nodded. "And our doctors group is having the big costume party that night?" Again Amy nodded. "Well, if James would give up his masculinity for that night, and 'take it like a man', then maybe I could believe you, despite all my prior personal experience with men."

Amy thought for a second. "It shouldn't be too hard to talk him into that. I mean, lots of men wear female costumes on Halloween. I think James would go for that. We might even have some fun with it!" Amy said, grinning.

Sandy held up her hand. "Hold on, hold on! As you say, lots of men do the simple costume thing. That wouldn't be much of a test. I said give up his masculinity for the night."

Amy got a puzzled look on her face. "What do you mean, then?"

"Well, you know how similar you and James are in size, only you have curves and padding while he has straight lines and bones? And his hair is light while yours is dark? You even have almost identical skin tones, and very similar facial features, with yours being more feminine. Then there are your green eyes while his are blue."

"Yes. What's your point?"

"What I propose is that we make James over into your twin for the night, and dress you both in identical costumes — like, for instance, Jeannie from "I Dream of Jeannie'. Right down to identical skimpy tops and transparent pantaloons." Sandy grinned, warming to the idea.

Amy frowned. "OK, but it still seems like just a costume and make-up thing. What am I missing?"

Sandy smiled even wider. "You still aren't getting my point. I mean that even if you were stripped naked out of that sexy little genie costume, and all make-up removed, people still couldn't tell you apart. Not in body, not in voice, not in behavior. Nada. Nothing. Zip!"

"What! That's impossible! I mean even if the rest were possible, James still has something between his legs that is very important to both of us. And I don't! Besides, what you are talking about is non-reversible. No! No way!"

"OK, I'll grant you that one difference. Identical except for the difference in genitals between your legs, OK?" Sandy said with a smirk. "And I am not talking about anything that is permanent. Everything would be a part of James for the party, but would be reversible afterward."

"But you're talking about surgery! No, absolutely not! James wouldn't go for it, and I wouldn't allow it!"

"Amy, give me some credit here! I am the best plastic surgeon in the Southwest, and what I am talking about are some relatively minor procedures, all completely reversible! And I would do them, and undo them after the party for nothing. I swear to you, if James were to do this, and attend the party, with no macho posturing or complaints, I will accept him as a friend as dear to my heart as you are." Sandy paused for a moment, while Amy tried to clear her head. "But you're right. I don't believe there is any way that James would go for it. His macho pride, though well hidden so far, would never permit it."

Amy was torn. What Sandy was proposing was awful, but the possible outcome — that Sandy and James could become friends — was too much to dismiss out-of-hand.

Sandy wracked her brain for something to tip the balance. She could tell that Amy was considering it, as outlandish as it was. Finally she said, "Tell you what, let's leave it up to James. You propose it to him in the form of a bet and let him decide. If he won't go through with it, or backs out before attending the party, you guys send me on that Caribbean cruise I have been wanting to take. If he succeeds, and passes as your double at the party, you get what you want most — I will be James' best friend for life. But…" Sandy paused here to make sure she had Amy's full attention. "You have to promise me that you will do your absolute best to sell James, or we just forget it. You have to suspend your own judgment on this test, and become its greatest proponent in selling it to James. But it is his decision."

"But… but.." Amy stuttered.

Sandy cut in, "Good, that's settled. I think I am going to enjoy my cruise!" she smirked. "Just be sure you give him accurate but positive information about the reversibility of the cosmetic tweaks and hormones, so he can make a reasoned decision — but if you want he and I to be friends, you have to do a good job of selling this, otherwise it ain't never gonna happen!"

Amy's head was whirling. "Hormones?" Had she really agreed to this?

Sandy responded with certainty, "Of course. There is no way he could be feminine looking enough to be your double without the skin and feature softening and fat redistribution effects of female hormones. Besides, you, with your medical experience treating transgendered women, should know that within the timeframe we are talking for the party, all the effects from the hormones will be reversible. If they are not carried on beyond the party."

Amy was still wondering how she got herself into this, and tried to put on the breaks before this runaway train reached the end of the tracks. "Hold on…"

Sandy cut in again, "You're right. There are some details we have to work out. And to sweeten the pot, I will assume up front that James is going to succeed, and from this day forward, until such time as he should back out, I will accord him the same friendship, respect, and caring as I show you. Deal?"

Amy was still doubtful, "That sounds great. That is one of my fondest hopes, but…"

"Now," asked Sandy, "if we assume for the moment that James will accept this challenge, do you want to handle his hormone therapy, or should I? We both have quite a bit of experience with it, but I have a new form of estrogen implant that has been a very low impact treatment for transsexuals, but has shown fantastic results."

"I don't know," Amy was still trying to stall. "I think I would rather handle it with the tried and true pill form. Besides, I would like to oversee that part of the treatment. As you know, I have the most to lose! Well, after James that is."

Sandy was glad to see Amy's humor returning, even if it was pretty weak. It meant Sandy was going to get her way. "OK, let's see, tomorrow is Friday. Hmm. I think I have the afternoon free, why don't you have James come see me about 12:30, and we can talk this over, whether he has accepted the challenge or not. For one thing, I would like to start building a friendly trust between us. For another, the sooner we get started, the better prepared he will be for Halloween."

"Tomorrow!" Amy gasped. "I had no idea how we would start so quick. Besides, I don't know if I can sell him on this by tomorrow!"

Sandy noted the implied assumption that Amy *would* sell James on the challenge, and mentally grinned like the Cheshire cat. "But Amy, you should know that we need all the time we can get to show results from the hormones. And for the implants to heal. And for James to start developing *your* feminine behavior. After all, in two months and a couple days, he has to *be* you. Or I will be enjoying my Caribbean cruise, and you can kiss any hope of James and I being friends goodbye. Oh, and as far as selling him the idea, sex works great with guys!"

"OK, I'll try," Amy said a little sadly.

"Don't try. Do. Remember, you promised you would sell him on this idea. Plus you have so much to gain and nothing to lose. Oh, look at the time. I have to run. Remember, have James in my office at 12:30 tomorrow."

"But, Sandy, I can't come then, I have patients…"

"That's good. If this is going to work, I have to learn to trust James, and I have to gain his trust as well. And that is best done without you, at least to start. I promise, I well treat him as a good friend. Gotta run. Bye."

"OK, bye." Amy continued to sit in a daze, until she shook herself and realized she had patients to see, too. As she walked back to her office she started working herself up to sell this to James tonight. She still had her reservations, and she did feel Sandy had kind of steamrolled her into it, but she had agreed. Hadn't she? And she had so much to gain, if only James and Sandy could be good friends.

*****

Meanwhile, I sat blissfully unaware of all this discussion that was about to change my life. I was hard at work in the home office of the dream house that Amy's success as a doctor and my success as a computer consultant had allowed us to buy last year. I was very fortunate that my job not only paid well, but allowed me to work from home much of the time. We were also fortunate that our combined incomes allowed us to live very comfortably, and to have built up a good savings reserve. Even though we could afford it, our lifestyle was not extravagant. We had a nice house, but it was no mansion. Our cars were less than a year old, and high quality, but not flashy. And we had many of the toys and amenities we wanted, but did not go overboard.

I made good progress that afternoon, and knocked off about 6 pm, knowing Amy would be along shortly. I put some steaks on the grill for dinner, stuck some bread in the oven to heat, and was working on a salad when Amy came in.

"Hi, honey. How was your day?" She said.

"Great!" I answered. "I almost have that latest project ready to pass on to the testers."

"That's fantastic, James. That puts you several weeks ahead of schedule, doesn't it?"

"Yup, and I am really ready for a short break before I plow into the next phase. And how was your day?"

"Mostly fine."

"Mostly?" James asked.

"Yes, everything at the office went smoothly, but something really strange came up at lunch that I need to talk to you about. Can we put dinner on hold for a while, and get a little cozy while I talk something out with you?"

"Well, the steaks are about ready, and so is everything else…"

"Please, James. This is important, and we can reheat things later… Please?" as she started unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing her hand over my chest.

"OK, OK, just let me pull the steaks off the grill and the bread out of the oven."

"Hurry" was all she said as she started shedding clothes and walking toward our bedroom.

By the time I salvaged the food and got to our room, Amy was naked on the bed, holding her arms out to me. It only took me a few seconds to strip and join her on the bed.

"Wow, what is this all about?" I groaned, as she slid down and took my rapidly stiffening member in her mouth.

After a few minutes of pure bliss for me, she pulled her mouth off my member before I could explode, but continued to gently stroke me. It was all I could do to not beg her for more.

"Jamie, honey, can you do me a really big favor?" The "Jamie" didn't penetrate my fogged brain, or it would have set off warning bells. Amy doesn't call me that, as she thinks it is too feminine. She says she thinks of me as manlier than that.

"Anything" I gasped, "just don't stop what you are doing!"

"I made a bet today, and I really need you to do something for me so we can win it."

"Bet? Oh, don't stop sweetheart!" My pleasure grew as she continued to stroke.

"Yes, honey. I can win something I really, really want if you help me. If I lose, we have to pay for a Caribbean cruise. I don't care about that, but I really, really want what we could win!" At this point she stopped stroking to look up at me peeking around my throbbing pole.

"Noooo, don't stop. If it is that important to you, darling, I will help. I will do anything you ask, just please don't stop!" I cried frantically.

"OK, just remember that promise!" she said as she sucked me back into her hot moist corner of heaven. She started moving with a purposeful rhythm, and soon had me gasping and whimpering, and it wasn't long before I flew into space, and started pumping my juice into her waiting mouth. She continued to suck and lick gently as I started coming down from orbit.

Eventually I could think again, and my breathing slowed enough that I could talk. "OK, I promised. Want to tell me what I got myself into?"

Amy didn't answer right away, but slowly worked my member until the softening became a hardening, and I was working up another head of steam. At this point, she let me slip from her mouth, and I whimpered again. But she had crawled up my body and was fitting my nearly erect pole into the steaming and overly wet slot between her legs.

"Ok, god, that feels wonderful" I moaned.

"The bet has to do with our costumes for the Halloween party."

"Mmmmmm. That doesn't sound so bad. Oh, you are so hot!"

"Well, lover, it is a bit more than that." All the while Amy is sliding very slowly up and down, teasing me to full hardness. "We need to go in identical costumes, you and I."

"OK, we should be able to manage that." It was getting hard to think again, but oh, it felt sooooo good.

"There is more yet, honey. The costume is the Jeannie costume from 'I Dream of Jeannie'".

"What!" I raised my head and shoulders using my elbows so I could look my wife in the face. Amy increased the pace, and I slowly sank back onto the bed, and moaned again. "But, Amy, I am not a girl!"

"Shh, I know, lover. But that is why there is a bet for the stakes I mentioned. Unngh. Oh. Ahhhhh." Amy stifled a scream, and shuddered atop me as she came, and stopped moving while her breathing calmed.

I was so close. I moved my hands to her hips and started moving her, trying to restart the rhythm. "Well, I'm not sure about that, Amy. I don't know if I could look like a girl. And I don't want to be laughed at."

Amy was now rotating her hips, bringing me back to the brink. She remained silent for a while, watching my face, listening to my breathing becoming more labored. Just as I was about to spill over the edge, she stopped again.

"Nooooo! Don't stop! Honey, I am so close!"

"Jamie, listen to me. Honey, focus, cause this is important. You will not be laughed at. No one will know you are not a girl, because you will be my body double. Identical in every detail. You will be a girl!"

"Amy!" My erection wilted almost instantly. "What are you saying! How could you even think that!"

"Shh, my love. That is, a girl except for the bits between your legs." Amy started grinding her mound into my crotch, swiveling her hips, and making sure that even limp that I did not slip out of her. "It is OK, lover. I would never do anything to harm you or our life together. Shh." Slowly I relaxed again, and the motion began to have its intended effect on my state of arousal. I gradually grew again, and once more filled Amy's tight slit. "We won't do anything that cannot be undone, my love. After the party, you will be able to be again as you are now."

Now I was really confused, and my returning arousal was doing nothing to help me think this through. What is it that Amy wanted of me? Could I do it? Should I do it? Amy started to pick up the pace, and my befuddled thoughts became even less coherent. I was once again poised on the brink, and I could tell that Amy was as well. In spite of all the shocks Amy had thrown at me this evening, her teasing, stopping, and starting had taken me higher that any time I could remember, and I could tell that Amy was about to shatter with a tremendous orgasm as well.

"Please, my love. My wonderful, wonderful husband." And she stopped.

"Nooo. Amy, you can't do this, don't stop!"

Amy remained motionless. "Please, my darling Jamie. Do this for me. Do this for us!"

I couldn't take it any more, and wailed "Yes, love. Anything!" She started moving again, and I repeated "Anything" with a sigh. And the fireworks went off in my head, and I could feel Amy explode at the same time. Then it was a while before I could think of anything.

After we rested, Amy slumped on top of me, and our breathing gradually returned to normal, Amy's first words were "That was amazing! I am not sure I have ever gone that high before!"

I had to agree, but as my brain cleared, I had an uneasy feeling that I had committed to something I should not have. But I sighed and agreed. "Yes, that was amazing."

We cuddled for a while more, then Amy crawled off me and staggered to the bathroom. I managed to rise from the bed, and followed her. As I was entering the bathroom, she was just donning a diaphanous white rode that did nothing to hide her perfect body, and I once again felt a twitch in my manhood. But Amy smiled at me and slipped past, out the bathroom door, saying "I'll start reheating dinner. When you get there, we'll talk."

I washed up and slipped into a pair of shorts, and arrived in the kitchen a few minutes after her. She said, "I know it's a sin to nuke these beautiful steaks, but they are all grilled, and all we need is for them to be warmed through."

I chuckled, and said "That's OK. I don't think I am going to eat much anyway."

Amy put a mock pout on her beautiful lips, and we finished getting the meal on the table.

Once we sat, Amy took a bite of the steak, and sat, chewing slowly, looking lost in thought. I just sat there watching, thinking how much I love this woman.

Several minutes after she finished that one bite, she seemed to reach a decision, set her silverware aside, and looked intently in my eyes. I could already tell this was going to be serious. "James, I fear I owe you an apology. I have done a terrible thing. Well, maybe a couple terrible things. The worst is that I used sex to force you into agreeing to something that I wanted. Something too serious to manipulate you like that."

I started to open my mouth, but she stopped me with her eyes, and continued. "First of all, I am releasing you from the two promises I maneuvered you into making."

"Wait, love," I said. "Let's talk this over before we start assigning or accepting blame. Yes, you had me at a disadvantage while we made our earlier agreements, but I need to understand what I agreed to, and why, before I can back out of a promise I made to the woman I love."

Amy blushed very red, and started to say something, but I hurried on.

"I have so many questions about all this that I don't know where to start." I paused a moment, waving Amy off as she started again to say something. "OK, let's start with why it was so important to you that you resorted to feminine wiles to get my promise."

Amy looked a bit guilty, and said, "I told you, I made a bet, and I want to win!"

I had to think a moment before it came back to me. "Oh, yes. You mentioned that if we lost, we paid for someone to take a Caribbean cruise, but you never said what we would win. Just based on the magnitude of the one prize, I can tell this is a doozie of a bet. Just what is it that you would win that is so important to you?"

"Friendship between my two best friends," was her puzzling reply. That stopped me for a while.

"Care to explain that?"

Now Amy looked close to tears, which only increased my confusion. She took a deep breath and said, "It tears me up inside that my two best friends in this world, my wonderful husband and my best girlfriend, cannot be friends enough that we can all do things together." She held up her hand. "I know, you make every effort, and Sandy just keeps throwing that effort back in your face, and the result is any get-together leaves us all unhappy. Sandy and I talked about it today, and what we finally arrived at was a test, of sorts. It ended up, somehow, in the form of a bet. But the basis if the test was that if you were secure enough in your manhood to give it up for the Halloween party, without resorting to macho intimidation or manipulation, then Sandy would put aside her prejudice against men, only in your case, and make her best effort to be your friend. That is a wish so dear to my heart that I agreed to the bet, against my better judgment."

That gave me a lot to think about. I could see how important this was to Amy, but there were still a lot of unknowns. So it was time for the next question.

"OK, define 'give up my manhood'."

Amy blushed again, and looked down at her hands folded on the table, almost in a prayer position. Eventually she looked up and said "You and I are nearly identical height and weight, with similar hair and facial features. You would have to consent to being manipulated physically to the point that our bodies were as near identical as it is possible to do. The sole exception would be the difference in primary genitalia. Modifications would further be limited such that anything would be fully reversible, or of such minor consequence that the change would be acceptable to you/us."

A frown started forming as I digested that. "But that means… what, breast implants? And…" I stalled out at this point.

So Amy timidly took up the catalog. "Breast implants, liposuction to narrow the waist and pad the hips and fanny, pierced ears, collagen lip treatment, short term estrogen therapy, temporary hair removal, colored contacts, hair trim and coloring. Although I think we will both have to cut and color our hair to fit the costume image."

My mind froze at that one word, "Estrogen? But isn't that dangerous, and doesn't that change your body and emotional and mental outlook?" That one really scared me.

Amy tried her best to put me at ease. "Not necessarily. Both Sandy and I have considerable experience treating transsexual patients with estrogen therapy, and we both understand the effects very well. What you say is true, but for short term, as in the two months before the party, the main effects would be some expansion of the areoles and nipples as well as increased sensitivity, some redistribution of the fat in certain areas like hips, waist, butt, and thighs, softening and smoothing of the skin, softening of some of the sharper features of the face, minor shift of emotions. But nearly all of that will reverse within a few months of cessation of the therapy."

"Nearly?"

Amy blushed again. "Well, the more sensitive and expanded areoles and nipples would remain. But I think we could both enjoy that!"

"Oh." And I thought some more. "I guess one more obvious question is cost? This all seems excessive for a Halloween party."

Amy responded slowly, "Certainly there will be some cost, costumes, salon treatments, etc. But what would have been by far the major cost, the cosmetic procedures, Sandy has offered to do for nothing."

"Sandy? I am not sure about that. I mean, I know her reputation as a plastic surgeon is great, but with her attitude toward me, and men in general, I am not sure I could feel comfortable with that."

"Sandy has many male patients, and treats them professionally. And she has assured me that if you undertake this, she will suspend her male prejudice immediately, and treat you as much as a friend as she treats me. However, she also assured me that if you backed out of this, or did not try in the first place, that she could virtually guarantee that she would never consider you a friend." At this point, tears started trickling down Amy's cheek, and she struggled to regain her composure. "This is why I was so desperate as to connive to get your promise. James, this seems like my last chance to grab for this particular happiness." She looked away, and I could tell that she was hurting inside. She was so afraid of losing this dream.

I had run out of things to say, and I could not see any way out that would not hurt the person I loved more than life itself.

We put the virtually untouched food away, went to bed and snuggled together. I did not sleep much that night.

Friday, August 28

Next morning, I still had not made up my mind. Amy could feel that, and was in a somber mood as she got ready for work. A few times she started to say something, but apparently decided that there was nothing to add, and that it had to be my decision. Finally, just before she left, she said, "I know you are still undecided, but would you please go by Sandy's office at 12:30 today. She can give you a much better rundown on what would need to be done, and maybe then you can make a decision."

I agreed, then kissed her like it was my last chance as she went out the door.

I got quickly to work as I wanted to finish this phase of my work before things might get any crazier. I finished before 11:00, and got ready to visit Sandy. Guess I would miss lunch today.

*****

Midmorning, Sandy called Amy at her office to ask how it went. Amy told her that James was considering it, had not made up his mind yet, but would be there for his appointment. Then Sandy asked Amy to stop by her office at 11:30.

"Why?" asked Amy.

"I need to take a series of digital images of your face and body so I can talk intelligently with James about how we would achieve your look on him."

"Oh, OK. See you then."

"Another thing, you are about a C cup, aren't you? I'll need to know that to talk with James about the implant procedure as well."

*****

I arrived at Sandy's office a little early to find the waiting room deserted, which surprised me. In no time at all, I was shown to Sandy's office, and Sandy walked in a few minutes later.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said with the most genuine smile I can ever remember her directing at me. That was a good sign!

"No problem! I just got here, and it isn't even 12:30 yet!"

"Well, lets get straight to the point, OK? I know from Amy that you haven't made up your mind yet. I am not here to sell you on this. I want to provide you with information so you can make the best decision for you and Amy. I know that this challenge is more than a little unorthodox, but you have to understand my background."

"First let me say, I love Amy like a sister. I know it tears her up inside that I have not been able to tolerate you, and I would love to find a solution to ease her pain. So!"

"I have been hurt by every man that has been part of my life, from my father, to the first boy I made love to, to my husband. I have over 25 years of building up hatred for men, and while my mind can say that not all men are like that, my heart and my gut cannot be made to believe. I know Amy loves you dearly, and trusts you implicitly. But I felt the same about my husband to begin with. That was before he ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped it on the floor. That is the reason this challenge evolved out of the conversation Amy and I had over lunch yesterday."

"My thought process on this is that if you can effectively forfeit your manhood for a short time, and not go all macho or grumbly during that period, then I feel that I can probably accept in my heart what Amy is telling me about you and your difference from the men I have known and loathe. That would open the door to the friendship between us that Amy so dearly wants."

I had sat quietly, watching the play of emotions across Sandy's face, trying to absorb what she said, trying to imagine how I would feel in her place. While I could see her point of view, I was still no more comfortable with what I was being asked to do.

Sandy shifted gears, "First I would like to take a series of pictures of your face and body to refer to as we talk about what we will do. I did the same thing with Amy earlier."

I agreed, and Sandy snapped about forty pictures of my various body parts. Fortunately her professional attitude prevented most of the embarrassment on my part.

"Now let's talk about what you can expect. You and Amy went through a list of possible changes. As we talk, I will toss out a few more that you might consider. Remember, pretty much everything I suggest will be reversible after the party, if you so choose. Let's take the biggies first: breast implants and hormones. I think Amy gave you a fairly good rundown on the hormone part — about the only lasting changes, given the term, would be the increased sensitivity and size of the areoles and nipples. Everything else, fat distribution, skin texture, mood and thought pattern changes, would shift back in one to several months after treatment ceases."

"In addition to estrogens, you might consider an anti-androgen. These inhibit the action of testosterone, greatly increasing the effectiveness of the estrogen. These must be used with caution. If used for more than 3 months, in the dose we would use, they can cause the testes to shut down and atrophy. That would be a non-reversible result, but should not be an issue, since use will cease treatment in two months."

"About administration of the hormones, we have several options, with varying effectiveness, convenience, and speed of results. Sometimes several are used together, particularly pills with one of the other forms. Pills are most common, and slowest, when used alone. If we use pills, either alone or with another method, Amy will handle that."

"Estrogen can be administered by shots. This is more effective than the pills alone, and must be repeated weekly."

"Finally, there are time-release implants. These, especially a recent form I have available, are the fastest acting, most effective, and easiest, as they only have to be readministered every 30, 60, or 90 days, depending on the particular implant. Probably the best result for you would be a 30 day implant with pills to supplement the dose. With the right dosage of each, you should achieve good results in the 2 months before the party."

"Breast implants are an outpatient therapy these days. Removal is not quite as simple, causing more bruising and recovery time, but is easily achievable. For the implantation, bruising should go away within a week or slightly more. In your case, soreness might last a little longer as you have less excess skin over the breast area, so more stretching will need to occur. Your wife is a C cup," at this point she referred to several pictures of Amy's and my chests to illustrate her points, "so that is what we would do with you. That is an easily achievable goal given your size. Any questions so far?"

Yup, a million, but I couldn't frame a single one to ask it, so I just shook my head.

"OK, next let's talk about liposuction. We use a little vacuum cleaner to pull out the extra fat from your body. We can then, if we choose, return that fat to a new location to improve your feminine shape. Since we use your own tissue, there is very little chance of complications like tissue rejection. In your case, since you are so trim anyway, the major removal site would be your waist, and anything we could get would be shifted to your hips and buttocks. Obviously, we are trying for a more hourglass shape here to match Amy. There is some bruising and soreness that accompanies liposuction, but its duration is less than the breast implants." Again she referred to pictures of Amy's and my waists, hips, and fannies.

"I said I would toss in a few more ideas for you to consider beyond what you and Amy discussed. Amy has a really trim waist, and it will be very difficult to match that with just liposuction. So there is another procedure we use in these circumstances: removal of the lower rib from the ribcage." I jerked my head up at this, but Sandy calmly continued, "Obviously, that is permanent, but it is not something that you would even be likely to notice after you return to your masculine physique. I just tossed that out in case you wanted to achieve the best possible imitation of Amy's body, as it will make your ribcage much more similar to hers. That is another procedure we could take care of for you here."

"Next: collagen for the lips. Most women have fuller lips than men, and that is indeed the case for you and Amy." She showed me close-ups of Amy's lips to compare to the snapshots of me. "To match you to Amy, we would inject collagen at several places in your lips. There is minor discomfort associated with this that would go away in a day or so, and the treatment lasts for about 6 months, gradually disappearing naturally."

Sandy pulled up more pictures of my face and the same images of Amy's face. "As you know, there are infinite variations of facial features that make individuals recognizable. In this case, as you can see from the pictures, your face is remarkably similar to Amy's, but is still easily recognizable as you. Here I would suggest another enhancement that you and Amy did not discuss. By inserting small implants at these locations," she showed me on the pictures, "we can significantly enhance the similarity. With these changes, seen side by side, you could tell the faces are subtly different, but you would be hard pressed to identify any specific differences, or which person was which. Seen separately, most people would not be able to tell if they were the same person or not, or tell which was which."

After a pause she continued, "Another tweak would be to shave your Adams apple. While you do not have a prominent one, it is very noticeable compared to Amy's throat. Obviously, this is another non-reversible change, but it is not something you are likely to miss. Along with that, you might consider another change that is fully reversible. By tightening your vocal cords, we could raise the pitch of your voice to closely match Amy's. You might be able to achieve the same thing with practice and/or training, but this would be much easier for you, and probably more effective."

Sandy stopped talking, and seemed deep in thought for several minutes. I waited patiently until she collected her thoughts. I doubted I could collect my whirling thoughts at this point.

"You may wonder at the extent I am suggesting you go to duplicate your wife. I have wondered about that myself. There are three points I would like to make: first, they are all minor and mostly reversible procedures. Second, by making you look more like the woman I know and love, I feel it will be easier for me to accept and love you as a friend. Even after you return to normal, I will carry this image of you forever. And finally, while I know I have put forward some very strange ideas about how I can learn to be your friend, I would hope that you and Amy can not just survive this test, but can make it a fun and exciting experience. I think any reasonable lengths we can go to in order to play on the duplication of appearance can increase your enjoyment. Think of the tricks you can play on other attendees at the party!"

Another short pause, then "I think that pretty much covers the procedures and treatments that I would be helping with. I think you have a pretty good handle on the hair, ears, and contacts. Just a word about hair removal, since most men know little about it other than shaving their faces." Sandy peered closely at my arms, and the snapshots of my legs and chest. "Certainly, one way to handle it is to shave. That can be a pain. Another method for everything below the neck is depilatory, like Nair. This can be very effective, and lasts longer than shaving. I'll propose something else here: we have a laser hair removal technician in-house. If there was any hair (beard for instance) that you would not mind losing forever, we can do that too. For the disguise, a significant advantage is in the softness and smoothness of the skin, not to mention avoiding the possibility of nicks and cuts. Plus, it would relieve you from ever having to shave."

"That about covers it. Now, what question can I answer for you?"

My brain was on information overload. I could not formulate any questions that I thought would be pertinent. I reflected on the open and friendly way Sandy had dealt with me this afternoon, and the effort it must be costing her to do so. Finally I asked "What do you think I should do?"

"I'm surprised you ask me, of all people, that question. But I have to say, I cannot answer it for you." She paused before continuing, "I will say two things: first, I hope you do, but you should not let that significantly affect your decision, as ultimately you have to decide for your sake. Or yours and Amy's."

"My other comment is that this should be what you and Amy both want. But I fear involving her too much in the decision will be stressful. She wants our friendship so much that it might influence her to push you to do it. Or, it may cause her to counsel you not to do it for fear that she is pushing you into it. For that reason, I think you should make the decision yourself, based on what you believe is best for you and Amy both."

That was a lot to ponder. I would need time to think on this one! So I asked "OK, if, and I repeat if, I decide to go ahead, when do we do this?"

"Well, my schedule, and the in-house operating theater are available this afternoon, and ideally, we would get started today. You have to remember it takes a while to heal, but even more, it will take time for you to handle the changes, and adopt the feminine mannerisms that go with your new body."

"Today! Wow, that had not occurred to me. Can you give me a while alone to think on this?"

"Sure, but if you need any more than about a half hour, it will be too late today and we will have to schedule it next week, if we can find an opening."

*****

All my fears and the facts I had received chased round in circles inside my head. Finally, I tried to call Amy just to hear her voice, hoping that would help lead me to the correct decision. Unfortunately, Amy was tied up and would not be available for a while yet. So again I pondered, and watched the minute hand crawl around the clock, slowly eating the time I had left. Finally, I thought of Amy, and her love for me, and my love for her, and her love for Sandy, and the pain Sandy's refusal of me was causing my loving wife, and the answer became clear. How could I consider the minor discomfort this would cause my male ego when I could plainly see the cost to my lifemate?

About then, Sandy stuck her head in to see how I was doing, offering to bring a coffee or soft drink if I needed it. I asked her to come in and sit down, told her of my decision, and we started shopping the list of changes I would receive. Ultimately, because I was doing it for Amy, and unwilling to consider the cost to myself, I basically gave Sandy carte blanche, telling her to do her best for Amy, for me, and for herself. We settled on the breast and facial implants, liposuction, shaved Adams apple, raised voice pitch, removal of the "extra" rib and my facial hair, and use of an implant to administer the high-performance estrogen formula and the anti-androgen. The look of satisfaction on her face went a long way toward making up for what I was putting myself through.

Sandy left to prepare, and sent in a nurse with a pile of consent forms I needed to sign. After those were handled, I begged a minute to call Amy to tell her of my decision and impending surgery. The best I could do was to leave her a voice message with my decision, my love, and the fact that I would be in need of a ride home tonight.

The nurse gave me a hospital gown, and when I had changed, put my clothes in a sack to be stored till later. I was then taken to the operating theater where Sandy's well-trained staff was just about ready for me.

They administered the anesthetic, and the next thing I was aware of was waking with a parched throat and my beautiful wife's face looking down at me with tears in her eyes, sobbing "What have I done to you, my poor darling?"

Unable to even croak a word, I smacked my lips to get the point across that I needed a drink. Amy quickly understood, and helped me. Then she said, "Don't try to speak yet, sweetheart. It will be tomorrow before you should talk to let your throat heal." I was slowly becoming more conscious as time passed. More aware that there was little from my forehead to my thighs that did not ache, and most of that was covered in bandages. I did my best to get across to Amy that she should not beat herself up over what we were doing, but she would not or could not understand my feeble attempt at communication.

As my wits returned, I became aware of a mountain on my aching chest. At least, that's what it felt and looked like. Amy saw the direction of my frightened gaze and quickly reassured me, "Those only look huge right now because of the swelling, bandages, and surgical bra." That eased my anxiety a bit, but not completely.

Not for the first time I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

Sandy came in, and when she saw I was awake, she smiled broadly and told me everything went very well. In a few days when we could take all the bandages off we should be more than pleased with the results. I would reserve my judgment on that, and from Amy's expression, I figured she felt the same. From the way Amy stiffened when Sandy entered, I decided some words had been exchanged when Amy learned of my so-quick surgery, or maybe the extent of it as well. I hoped my choices had not put a strain on their relationship. After all, the whole point of this exercise was the let Amy and Sandy get together more without the friction that has existed between Sandy and I.

After an hour, a nurse helped me get out of bed to see if I could move around. An hour later I was delivered to Amy's car in a wheelchair. My car would have to stay at the medical offices over the weekend.

At home, Amy helped me out of my ill-fitting clothes. She then tenderly sponged the areas of skin not hidden by bandages, and helped me into one of her softest nighties. My sleep was again restless due to the pain, the residual drugs, or my worries about my place in the world.

Saturday, August 29

I awoke the next morning with the late August sun streaming through the windows. I was still aching over much of my body, but it was less debilitating than last night. Amy was not in bed with me, but I could hear her moving around in the kitchen.

I gingerly arose from the bed, eased the nightie over my head, and then carefully moved myself in front of the mirrored doors of the walk-in closet. What stared back at me was a good imitation of a mummy that had been worked over by a street gang! Much of my face and body was covered in bandages, and most of what wasn't so covered was black and blue. But it was obvious that this mummy was female. I slipped my briefs down to the floor and stood naked before the mirror — that is naked excepting the bandages. I was much relieved to see my male package still firmly planted between my legs, because with the exception of that, there was no evidence of a male in the reflected image.

As I turned to view myself from different angles, I noticed Amy standing silently in the bedroom door watching me. When I had completed my inspection, she slowly flowed across the room and carefully enfolded me in her arm. As she clung to me I could feel the tears that leaked from her eyes and fell on my shoulder.

"Hey, now, sweetheart, everything is OK. Don't cry. It will be OK, baby. Shh." I whispered, trying to comfort my wonderful wife and assure her I was alright, and that we would get through this just fine. Now all I needed was for someone to convnce me. My sore throat kept my voice at a whisper as I continued, "This is what we talked about, right? This is what we decided we wanted. This is for both of us, and so we can be closer to Sandy. Don't cry. I love you so much!"

She sobbed, drew a deep breath, and tipped her head back so she could look at me. "But we never talked about anything this extreme! I'm scared, honey. I'm afraid of what is happening."

"It'll be OK, Amy. Yes, this is a bit more than we talked about, but it is still just several minor procedures, nearly all of which are reversible."

"Nearly?"

"Well, I knew the rib and shaving the adams apple was non-reversible, but that is no problem. The only other thing will be that when the effects of the hormones wear off and the implants are removed, my nipples will still be larger. Speaking of which, are you planning on giving me hormone pills?"

"That is what we talked about. Are you sure you want to go through with it?"

I tried to smile to reassure her, but I'm not sure how much showed around the bandages. "We agreed on it, so we might as well. Besides, I trust my doctor with my life!"

Amy searched my face for a moment, then silent left me. She quickly returned searching her purse, and came out with two pill bottles. "This one is one pill each morning and evening, and this smaller pill is just one in the evening. And this is very important! These are pills we use with transsexual patients. At this dose, the effects will be completely reversible after two months, but if continued longer, they can permanently change your body, attitudes, and impair sexual function." As I reached for the bottles, she pulled them back. "Are you really sure about this?"

I just quietly reached for the bottles, took out the morning pill, and swallowed it dry. "This is important for you, for us. It will be just fine. My doctor told me so and I have complete faith in her!"

After breakfast, Amy helped me back to bed, as I was still quite weak. She crawled in beside me and snuggled against my side, gingerly reaching to lightly run her fingers over the contours of my new breasts. My new breasts! How weird!

"Honey?" She murmured hesitantly.

"Hmmm."

"Are you really OK with this?"

I tilted my head so I could look in her eyes. "I am not sure that OK is exactly right, but this will be fine. And I want to do this for you. The strain our marriage has put on your relationship with Sandy has put a strain right back on our marriage. Even if you won't admit that. If this can relieve that strain, then I am willing… no… make that happy to do this."

She smiled weakly. "I love you so much!"

"Besides," I said, showing an evil little grin, "I have thought about what Sandy said in her office, and I think there is a potential for us to have some real fun with this!"

"Oh?"

"Yes! If we hide this from everyone else in your medical group, we can really play some mind games with them at the party! With the 'enhancements' Sandy sold me on, we should look more alike than identical twins. If we keep away from each other for at least the first part of the party, with my knowledge of the people you work with, I should be able to pass as you fairly easily. Think of the fun we can have!"

That perked her smile up a little more. "Oh, you are so wicked!"

I just chuckled, then said, "Of course, that means I will have to learn to imitate you as much as possible. Think you can teach me that in two months?"

She giggled. "Should be fun! How completely do you want to do this?"

"How about until your mom can't tell us apart?"

"Now, there's a thought. Maybe we could have a bit of fun with that as well! Think you could learn that much about being me that quick?"

I carefully scratched the square millimeter of my chin that wasn't bandaged as I seemed to think about it. "Well, you have been my favorite topic of study these last 4 years. I think I can force myself to study you a bit more!"

"Hey!" She swatted me playfully on the arm. I just groaned in mock pain.

I spent most of that day recuperating in bed.

Sunday, August 30

Sunday, I spent a bit more time up and about. I needed to get myself moving, since I had to see Sandy the next morning to get the bandages off. We still just stayed in, though, and talked. My voice was better, and we decided the pitch was pretty close to what I needed to imitate Amy. So we spent some time Sunday with a tape recorder, with Amy coaching me to speak like her. By the end of the day, we both agreed I had a long way to go.

We packed a bag of Amy's clothes, some of her looser items, for me to dress in after Sandy finished with me tomorrow.

*****

Monday, August 31

After another night in Amy's nightgown, again troubled by doubt, I awoke very early Monday. I slipped from the bed so as not to wake Amy, and gave my few exposed inches of skin a sponge bath. By the time I was finished, Amy was up and needed the bathroom, so I slipped on one of her robes and went to fix coffee.

After a light breakfast (I still needed to lose a little around the middle to match my slender wife), and my morning pill (that was already becoming a habit), I pulled on one of Amy's sweat suits while she got ready for work. I quietly watched her apply her makeup and fix her hair, sadly thinking that I would be doing that soon myself.

We didn't talk much on the drive to the building that housed Amy's and Sandy's offices. Amy asked me to stop by her office when Sandy was done with me, but I demurred, saying with all the bruising I would be too uncomfortable to be seen. I told her I would just sneak out to my car and come home. With all the swelling and bruising, I wouldn't resemble the finished product yet anyway. She reluctantly agreed.

Amy gave me a careful but passionate kiss on the lips before we got out of the car and went our separate ways. I arrived at Sandy's office before it opened, but they were expecting me, and the nurse let me into the empty waiting room, and immediately took me back to an examining room. Sandy showed up a moment later.

I tried out my voice lessons from the day before, "Good morning, Sandy."

"Hey, that sounds pretty good! At least one procedure gave us the result we were looking for. Let's get these bandages off and see what is what."

With her nurse assisting, Sandy carefully started removing bandages from below my new grillwork. The liposuction had left some bruising, and a few marks that were not completely healed. Sandy assured me they would fade over the next week or two. Then she shifted her focus to my neck, then face. She inspected her work carefully, but did not let me see yet.

"Looks pretty good — for slightly over-aged hamburger." This was said with a straight face. But she couldn't keep it up, and broke into a lopsided grin. "It really does look pretty bad right now, but when the swelling goes down, the bruises fade, and the incisions heal, you are going to be one pretty lady. You ought to be; you will be a dead ringer for that classy wife of yours."

She then shifted her attention to my chest. She asked if I brought one of Amy's good support bras. I told her I had, and pulled it out of the bag I had brought. She went on to explain that since the skin of my male chest was so tight to begin with, that the implants would appear somewhat squashed and spread out initially, but that as the skin stretched, they would shift into the classic female shape. Oh joy — I will have beautiful breasts! Can it get any better?

Sandy carefully removed the surgical bra, and started unwrapping the dressings. After working a while, she finally got down to bare flesh. I stared in awe at the bruised lumps of flesh that had been revealed. As if in a dream, I slowly brought my hands up to cup my new mammeries. How strange it was to see them there. How strange it was to feel them there. I think I had a mild case of shock at that point. Sandy gently moved my probing hands aside and carefully fitted the support bra over the mounds.

"You need to wear this, or a similar one for the next week any time except when you bathe. And don't bathe before tomorrow night." I nodded dumbly, my gaze still glued to my chest. "Earth to Jamie. Can you hear me?" I tore my eyes away and looked at Sandy. "Did you hear what I said?"

Somehow I got my voice working and said yes.

Sandy told me to come back the next Friday for her to check everything over, but she didn't foresee any problems. And to make another appointment for a month from now. Then she smiled at me and left her nurse to help me dress as a woman for the first time. We put on the man-styled beige blouse Amy had sent, as well as a dark green skirt that ended just below my knees. I finished up with a pair of Amy's brown flats. With all the bruising on my face, she didn't bother with any makeup except some frosty pink lipstick. That was another strange sensation!

The nurse then led me back to reception to set up the appointments. I was a little nervous, as there were now a couple other people in the waiting room, but they didn't pay any attention as I stood waiting for the appointment cards. I tucked the cards in the purse Amy had placed my wallet in, and pulled out my car keys as I left the building. It was another warm August morning, and the breeze swirled around by legs and up under the skirt. It was not uncomfortable, but I was happy to reach the refuge of my car for the drive home.

At home, I had a salad for lunch, then checked email. No word from work, so I had nothing to worry about there yet. I puttered around the house, picking up a bit, glancing at a magazine or two. Finally, late in the afternoon I could hold off no longer. I went to our room and stripped my clothes off. Well, make that Amy's clothes. I moved in front of the full-length mirror and stared at my reflection. Looking back at me was Amy! Well, sort of. Make that an Amy that had run full tilt into a brick wall, leaving her with squished boobs and lots of bruises. Yet again I thought "This is so weird!" After inspecting this Amy clone from as many angles as I could manage, I climbed back into the panties and bra, blouse and skirt. Then I padded barefoot to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Amy was a little earlier than normal, and came bursting through the door calling "Honey, I'm home!" She rushed around looking for me, and found me sitting in the family room, reading one of her fashion magazines. She seemed as giddy as a schoolgirl, and said "Come here, you. I just have to see this!" She started dragging me to the bedroom.

"Can't this wait till after dinner? It's almost ready."

"Nope, I can't wait! I have been just dying to see you all day!" She started fumbling with buttons even before we got to the bedroom, and had me stripped naked only moments after we got there. Once again I stood clothing-free before the mirrored closet doors, turning this way and that, now on Amy's command rather than for myself. She then came up close and started inspecting the bruises and swellings. "You know, Sandy does pretty good work."

"Hmmph. Couldn't prove it by me. I look and feel like mincemeat!"

"Oh, come on, spoilsport. You knew it would be like this at first!" She started rubbing up against me, careful to avoid areas that were still tender. And I started to respond involuntarily. She reached down and gently stroked the only evidence of manhood left in the room, causing me to groan. She grabbed hold of my now firm handle and led me to the bed, and eased me down on my back.

"Aren't I supposed to be wearing that bra still?" I managed to say.

"Soon." She whispered, bending down to gently lick the male nipples perched atop the definitely unmale protrusions. She then blew on the moist places, chilling them, and causing delicious sensations to run through my body. I reached up and started unbuttoning Amy's dress. Apparently, I was too slow, and she stood back off the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes. Knowing that I still needed to take it easy, she gently started arousing me further, with a nip here, a lick there, a tickle, a light scrape of a fingernail. I was fully hard and throbbing by this point, as she slowly engulfed me in her amazing mouth. She backed off as she felt me start to stiffen in preparation for climax, and whispered "Not yet, little lady."

She worked her way up my body with tender kisses, until her mouth met mine gently but passionately. While I was so occupied, she carefully swung her leg over my body, easing down on my manhood, causing me to moan into her mouth. When she hit bottom, she stopped, and rested against me for a few moments. Then she started a slow loving motion with her hips, enflaming me further. That movement seemed to go on and on and on, until I thought I would go mad with the pleasure. All the while Amy continued to kiss my frosty pink lips. Abruptly, Amy stiffened, and gasped, nearly sucking the air out of my lungs. Then her whole body seemed to vibrate, driving me over the edge, and I joined her in free fall. Even Amy collapsing on my tender chest didn't distract me from the intense pleasure.

After an exhausted pause, I grinned at her and said "This lesbian lovemaking really turns you on, doesn't it?"

She carefully moved off me, gave me a really sexy look through her lashes and murmured "Oh, it does, Jamie dearest. It really, really does!" Then paused, before adding "Just as long as my lesbian lover is my own sweet hubby! Otherwise, I only go for studs between my legs!"

I swatted her bottom and growled (if Amy's voice could growl) "This better be the only stud I find between your legs!"

"Oh, honey, you know you're the only one I will ever need!"

We got up and I struggled back into the bra, but only added a really filmy, transparent robe, then we went to the kitchen to finish up dinner. After cleaning up from the meal, we retired to bed to snuggle, as I was still feeling the effects of the Sandy's artistry.

For the next couple of days, the bruising went through its cycle of colors, and gradually started to fade. Amy started showing me through her wardrobe, explaining the coordination of colors to make up attractive outfits. Amy has quite a few clothes, but we realized that it would be stretched to have both of us wearing them for the next two months, so we made plans to go shopping to pick up a few more things. Besides, my feet were a size larger than Amy's. I could squeeze into her shoes, but I would be more comfortable in some of my own.

Voice lessons continued, and each day my imitation of Amy got a little better, what with my practice during the day, and the coaching from Amy at night.

The other thing we worked on in the evenings while we waited for me to heal was my hair. Amy did a little trimming, and combed it into a more feminine style so I could get along until we got it done professionally.

All that week, Amy was insatiable in bed, and I was coming to believe that she really preferred me as a female partner (well almost female). That kind of bruised the old male ego, but the sex was great, so I tried not to let it get to me.

Friday, September 4

Friday I went to see Sandy again. She checked me over and told me everything was coming along fine. I noticed as she examined me that, true to her word, my squished boobies were rounding out and becoming a very attractive female bosom.

Saturday, September 5

Saturday I nervously got ready for my first real foray into the world as a woman. Amy showed me how to apply makeup, explaining how to hide the little bruising that was left, and that later I would learn the more normal style when no bruises are present. After she finished, I was looking at her face staring back at me.

"Oh, my!" she whispered.

I was too dumbstruck to even manage that much. The resemblance was uncanny. Even when she brought her face down next to mine, it was tough to tell us apart.

After we recovered from that, Amy coached me through removing the makeup, then reapplying it several times until she was satisfied. I had no illusions I could repeat it without her help, but it was a start. We then dressed and headed off to Parkridge Mall on the opposite side of town, to minimize the chance of being seen by Amy's associates.

Amy had made an appointment for me at the hair salon in the mall, so that was our first stop. I was really nervous as Amy led me under the lighted sign, LifeStyle, and into the shop, but she patted my arm and spoke quietly to me of her love and support, and I relaxed a little. Amy decided that since we would both go to the party as blonds, I might as well get my color changed today. She would wait until right before the party, so others would not see her that way. Also, it would give us a different look until then. Amy made all the arrangements, as I waited nervously. She arranged for a full body waxing, and asked to speak to the technician before things got started. Amy drew the girl aside and spoke quietly to her. The tech looked over at me occasionally, with her eyes growing wider as Amy talked. She nodded her head vigorously, and smiled at me as she came over to lead me to a private room. Amy said she would be back in 2 hours to see if I was ready, and before I knew it, she was gone and I was in the hands of strangers.

In the room, Kim, as she introduced herself, handed me a pink robe, and asked me to strip completely. She saw the panic in my eyes, and spoke quietly to me, telling me Amy had told her what I was doing, and how great she thought it was that a husband would do that for his wife. She assured me that she didn't think I was weird, that she felt it was an honor to do this for me, and that no one else in the salon would be aware of my secret. This calmed me considerably, and I was able to get out of my clothes and into the robe after she stepped out of the room.

An eternity and at least a dozen screams later, I exited that torture chamber, still in my pink robe. Everywhere below my neck, with the exception of a small tuft of hair above my genitals, my skin glowed pink and hairless. It was soft and smooth after Kim had massaged in the moisturizing lotion.

I was amazed at the attention I received as various operators washed, colored, trimmed and permed my hair. They gave me a manicure and pedicure, applying false nails and a glittery red polish. They plucked my eyebrows (that hurt!), and talked me through applying makeup. Near the end, I felt a sharp pinch at each of my ears, and realized that I now sported a small gold stud in each earlobe. All the girls talked to me non-stop the whole time about many topics, men being major among them. I tried my best to answer back in Amy's voice, but was in a daze most of the time. When they finally finished, I was lead in front of a mirror to see the final result. I was speechless. I always knew that Amy was a beautiful woman. But the woman in the mirror was Amy and maybe just a bit more. I saw the real Amy behind me gaping at my reflection. This was so unreal.

When we left, Amy led me to the food court so we could pick up lunch. I had a salad again, as Amy still wanted me to lose a couple inches around the waist. Amy had Teriyaki chicken which had me drooling though that was a much lighter lunch than I would normally order. As we ate, Amy could not stop talking about my looks. I blushed brighter with each superlative she used to describe me.

Finally, I said "Enough already! I get the picture! Just remember, this is you that you're looking at, and when we get you into the salon, you will look exactly like this! So just quit complementing yourself!" That stopped her for a few minutes, with a somewhat shocked look on her face.

She told me she had seen the Halloween Superstore that had opened temporarily in one of the vacant stores in the mall. She had inquired about Jeannie costumes. They had them, but in our size, they only had one of each of several different colors. Since we were going for the confusion factor, we would want two of the same color. The manager had checked, and found another red one at one of their other stores. Amy had picked up the one here, and put the other on hold, to be picked up on our way back across town. She blushed as she described the outfit. It was much as Barbara Eden used to wear for the TV show, but much more risqué! She didn't think she had ever worn something so revealing, except when she wore a bikini. That bumped my nervous level up a few notches.

Next she led me into the forbidden land — at least for the male me: Victoria's Secret. She said we needed to pick out some matching sexy lingerie for us for the next couple months. Amy had gotten it into her head that we should dress stylishly, and mix in public as much as possible, at least during the last several weeks before the party. She wanted me to be comfortable in my role by the party. She wanted that night to be fun, not nerve-wracking. She picked out way more lingerie than I thought we would need, but she just told me to be quiet and enjoy the ride. She even got us several matching baby doll nighties in various colors.

Next was a shoe store, where we bought some ladies walking shoes, flats in 3 colors, heels ranging from 2 to 4 inches in several colors, and finally some bright red 5 inch stiletto heals for the Jeannie costume. Amy bought herself a few pair to match mine, including the red ones for Halloween. I had to try on (and walk in) at least 20 different pairs of shoes before Amy settled on the shoes we bought. I nearly killed myself in the red heels! Amy made it look so easy.

Next was an upscale department store. It seemed to me that Amy went wild there. She had me try on dozens of outfits. Tops, long skirts, mini skirts, dresses, jeans, shorts, the list seemed endless. Most of the clothes were bought in Amy's size, even though they would be tough for me to get on right now, as I still had to trim the waist a bit. She ended up getting us matching jeans that were cut so low I was sure that my pubic hair would be showing! When I pointed this out, Amy just grinned at me. And some of the shorts! I figured at least the bottom half of our cheeks would be on display! I think Amy decided to get back at me for the times I had tried to talk her into wearing more revealing outfits. I grinned mentally when I remembered that Amy would be left with all these sexy clothes when I became a man again. We ended up with a very short, very form fitting LBD, along with one just like it in red. They were cut very low in the front, and way lower in the back. No way to wear a bra with these dresses! The thought that Amy planned to take me out in public dressed in one of those dresses gave me a chill.

From the jewelry department, she picked out several sets of earrings, then made me pick out several as well. The same pattern was repeated with necklaces, then with bracelets. Finally, Amy picked out a very feminine watch for me.

We had already made several trips back to the car to drop off mountains of purchases, and my legs were feeling rather rubbery. It amazed me how Amy could just keep on going. She was a regular Energizer bunny! But at least she was MY Energizer bunny.

As she had all week, Amy coached me on how to move, how to speak, appropriate hand gestures, all the things that women do different than men. It had been difficult at first, but by now, many of the mannerisms were becoming second nature. In a way, that worried me, as I wondered how long it would take me to return to male behavior. And I still had almost two months of living this way before the party!

We finally made it home, and I was so tired that Amy did the grilled chicken breasts tonight, while I managed to throw a salad together. As we ate, Amy went over what we had accomplished so far, and what we had left to go. This was definitely shaping up to be the strangest two months of my life, and it seemed as if it would just keep getting stranger.

That night in bed, the lovemaking was different. It was slow, and gentle. Lots of kisses and caresses, licks and nips, sucking and stroking. I never entered Amy that night, but we both reached synchronized, mind-blowing climaxes. Afterward as we cuddled, Amy told me that that was our first bout of real lesbian love. It would not be our last.

Sunday, September 6

Sunday morning Amy showed me how to resurrect the hairstyle I had been given the prior day. Next was doing makeup as I had been shown in the salon. When Amy was satisfied with that, she had me remove what she called daytime makeup, and walked me through applying the more dramatic look needed at night. She pointed out that this was much the look we would try to achieve for the party. I had to practice that several times before she was satisfied. I got to spend most of the day in the highest heels I had, excepting the pair we were saving for Halloween. As the day progressed, and Amy had me moving around the house, my walking got better as my legs got sorer. By mid-afternoon, I just had to sit down.

Amy let me sit for a while, then herded me into the bedroom, telling me to bathe, shave anything that might need it, and then get into the clothes she would lay out for me. I asked what was up, but she just replied with an enigmatic "More training."

The hot bath with the aromatic bath oils felt heavenly, particularly to my aching calves. I was careful to keep my hair dry, as it takes some time to dry, and I didn't think we had the time tonight. I finally finished washing and dragged myself from the water. I walked into the bedroom stark naked, and found that Amy had set out one of our matched sets of sexy lingerie, black pantyhose, and a deep green knee-length dress, made of some fabric that would cling to my developing shape, and had a subtle sheen to it. I groaned as I saw the matching 4 inch pumps. I was not looking forward to more high heels today. I managed to do my makeup for evening, fix my hair, and get dressed without help from Amy, except for fastening the back of the dress. Amy wore a shorter midnight blue dress that clung above the waist, but hung full below. The fabric was the type that allowed the skirt to flare out when she spun around. I told her she was absolutely gorgeous. She told me she would tell me how incredible I looked except that it would feel like she was complementing herself!

Without explanation she led me to the car, and I sat quietly as she drove across town to a quiet upscale restaurant. She left the car with the valet, and I could feel his eyes roaming over me as he helped me from my seat. Amy noted that I blushed so fetchingly. That only made my face burn hotter.

As we entered the restaurant, Amy spoke to the maitre d', who led us to a table. As we approached, it was it was already occupied, and when we were close enough, Sandy stood to greet us.

"My, you look amazing, Jamie." She said as she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Say something so I can hear your voice."

"Hi Sandy. Amy didn't tell me we were meeting you tonight."

"You look smashing too, Amy." As she repeated the kissing gesture with my wife. "You know, Jamie, if Amy hadn't told me about your hair color, I am not sure I could have told which of you was which." Turning back to Amy, she said "She is really coming along remarkably. Her voice, her walk, everything I have observed tonight is very well on the way to matching you! You are doing a fantastic job of transferring your grace and style to her."

I blushed, and was becoming a little uncomfortable with Sandy's continued use of feminine pronouns. But then, I guess that is what I look like at the moment. If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck… I'll just have to get used to it.

We had a lovely dinner, and Sandy seemed more comfortable in my presence than any social setting that I could remember. But then, she hated men, and I couldn't see any men at our table. Well, maybe 'hated men' is not right. She seems to think they are great for sex and heavy lifting, but not much else.

For a change from my customary salad, I had a delicious grilled fish with fresh steamed vegetables. Amy had the veal, and Sandy had me almost drooling over her petit filet. We did order a scrumptious chocolate cake to share for dessert, but I limited myself to just one taste. I was pretty full by that time anyway.

The conversation was mostly between Amy and Sandy, which I didn't mind. It's not that they ignored me, but that they talked a lot about the medical group, so I had little to contribute. I soaked up what I could, thinking it may be useful cover at the party. When the topic strayed to fashion or makeup, I felt comfortable adding my comments occasionally. After all, I had been in women's clothes and makeup for a brief while. Besides, I had read lots of Amy's magazines. Any time the talk turned to men, I became very interested in what was happening in the open kitchen across the restaurant.

Somewhere during the evening, I felt the call of nature, so I did the girl thing and asked Amy to visit the ladies room with me. Amy didn't respond quickly enough, because Sandy jumped right in and said she needed to visit there as well. So the two of us trooped off to no-mans land, which was going to be another first for me. We entered without incident, and I sought refuge in an unoccupied stall. I managed to figure out which parts of my clothing to pill up, and which to push down, and even remembered to sit while I did the deed. Pulling myself back together, I exited the stall and found Sandy refreshing her makeup at the mirror, so I joined her. Pulling my lipstick out of my purse, I quickly touched up my mouth. After putting it away, I noticed Sandy staring at my reflection.

"What?" I said.

"Oh, nothing. I just still find it hard to believe. The resemblance is uncanny. With a little more practice, and after Amy gets her hair done to match, I don't believe even I could tell you apart. Probably not even her own mother!"

"Yeah, I know. Scary, isn't it."

"No, actually, I think it's great. I think Amy could use a sister for a while, and I know this is making it far easier for me to be around you."

"I'm glad. That's the whole point, isn't it?" I said.

"Yes, that was the point. But do you ever wonder if it is maybe going too well?"

Now I was puzzled. "I don't follow."

She pursed her lips for a moment, then said "Do you ever feel that maybe this is right? That it is so easy for you to get into this because maybe this is the way it is supposed to be?"

"No! Stop that! You're scaring me!" And I felt tears welling up into my eyes. I blinked quickly and tried to get myself back under control. I didn't want to ruin my makeup. Besides, I'm a guy! I don't cry! But that didn't stop the tears from trying to come.

Sandy wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But now I've caught a glimpse of what Amy sees in you. Maybe this is really going to work out for you and Amy and me. For Amy's sake, I hope so."

I gave Sandy a quick one-armed hug and moved toward the door. She picked up her purse and followed. When we got back to the table, Sandy insisted on paying the bill, saying how much she enjoyed having an all-girl get-together like this. I just smiled, and we all moved toward the entrance.

On the way home, Amy sensed there was something wrong, and asked. I didn't want to say anything, but she was finally able to get me to open up. I talked about Sandy's comments, and how it matched some of the thoughts I had had in the last couple days. And how scared I was that things would never be the same as they were when I was so happy in our love, before this challenge all started.

I looked over and saw tears streaming down Amy's cheeks as she drove. I slid over next to her, and rested my head on her shoulder. I spoke soothing words, and spoke of my never-ending love for her. She sobbed and told me she had the same fears originally, but since I had been doing so well so far, she had shoved them to the back of her mind and started enjoying my transformation. She had found it thrilling, each step I took toward being her twin, and now, hearing my worries, she felt guilty about the fun she had been having.

I reached up and kissed her cheek and said, "No, darling. That is exactly how I want you to feel about this. I want you to have fun. I want us to have fun. I have had a lot of fun with you so far, in spite of my worries. And I want us to succeed. I want your best friend to be my best friend. I have always liked Sandy, it's just that I haven't known how to handle her hostility. But now, with this insane masquerade, we have found a way. She has lost most of her hatred for me, and I think we can sustain that when I become your husband again."

"Mmmmm. That sounds so good right now. As much as I have been enjoying our lesbian love affair, I can't wait to get my manly husband back again! I love Jamie, and I love James even more!"

When we got home, I tried to show her that under all the paint and satin and implants, I was still the man she married, even if I didn't look like it. I think I got the point across pretty well. Amy didn't complain anyway. So that relieved both our fears a little, at least.

Monday, September 7

I think Amy and I were both a little more comfortable with the situation after last night. I helped Amy get ready for work, which was a nice sharing experience. Something that was better now than before. But I didn't want to add up too many pluses. I didn't want to have any reason to regret going back to being James.

After Amy was off, I checked in with work, and found the testing of my last work was progressing well. That is one of the great advantages of consulting: as long as your work gets done on time, you don't have to work set hours. In fact, it was working out great for this escapade, giving me the free time I need to pull this off.

I decided to get out and exercise to help trim the last little bit off my waist. Donning one of Amy's T shirts, shorts, and my new walking shoes, I did some stretching, then took off around the neighborhood, to the local park. The sun was still quite warm these days, but it was early enough in the day so as to not be uncomfortable

After about a half hour, as I followed the walking path through the park, I noticed a guy checking me out from a bench along the path. He was about my age, and dressed for exercise. As I approached, he rose and fell in step with me. This made me fairly nervous, but I tried not to show it.

After a minute, he said "Hi, I'm Paul. I haven't seen you out here walking before, have I?"

"Hard to tell. I haven't walked for some time now. Decided I needed to get in a little better shape."

He looked me up and down critically, provoking a tingling sensation somewhere in my belly. How odd, I thought.

"I think you look like you're in great shape just as you are!"

My cheeks flushed, and I said "Not good enough to suit me." And stepped up my pace by several notches. Of course, he easily kept up with me. He had a much longer stride than I to match his greater height. I looked over at him suspiciously. I noted he was probably a little over 6 feet tall, broad shouldered, close cut very dark hair, regular featured face. Just the kind of guy many girls probably find very attractive. Fortunately, I'm not a girl. At least mentally.

Unfortunately he did not know that, and kept trying to keep the conversation going. "So, you live close?"

"Sorry, my mommy told me not to talk to stranger men."

He gave me a sideways glance. "Good for her! Do you always listen to Mommy?"

"Yup, always." I reversed course and started for home. Last I saw he was standing there shaking his head. It least he was a pretty nice guy. It was a little frustrating that as a woman I could not take my exercise in peace. On the other hand, it was kind of nice to talk to someone, even momentarily.

Paul may have interrupted the walk I had planned on taking, but it was just as well, as I was a little tired when I got home. I went to the bathroom and stripped to take a quick shower. Once again, I was bemused by the reflection in the mirror over the sink. Almost two weeks now (well, part of that as a mummy), and it was still pretty strange. But then, I had over 20 years with my old face and body, so I guess it was understandable. I noticed something in the reflection, and looked down at my breasts for a closer examination. I noticed that the areoles seemed larger, and slightly puffy. The nipples seemed larger than my normal pencil eraser size. I brushed my fake fingernails across the enlarging buds, and watched in amazement as they swelled before my eyes. Oh, they did not jut out stiff and hard like Amy's do when aroused, but I could see a definite difference from before. I also felt a difference, as the light brush sent tiny bolts of electricity downward toward my tummy. I decided it must be another side effect of the hormones, as yet unmentioned by my two doctors. I knew women's breasts were much more sensitive than the vestigial bumps men had. Maybe this would turn out to be another plus to this fiasco. Maybe I would get to taste, and even keep this little bonus of femininity.

I stroked the unfamiliar mounds on my chest some more, kneading then gently, causing more tingles to spread across my body. I kinda drifted in a very comfortable haze for a few minutes, then slowly roused to see that my decidedly unfemale part was standing up and taking notice of the delicious sensations I was creating.

I decided that was enough for now, and climbed into the hot shower. I first washed my hair with Amy's flower scented shampoo, then worked her conditioner through it. Picking up a puff and adding shower gel, I started scrubbing my body. I quickly slowed down and became much more gentle as I noticed that my skin was now more sensitive than before, and my normal shower scrub just downright hurt. Likewise, on exiting the shower, I learned first hand why Amy was always patting herself dry. I picked up the clothes I had dumped on the bathroom floor to transfer to the laundry hamper, and only then realized how short and tight those shorts were, and blushed as I realized just why Paul had interrupted my walk.

I slipped into one of Amy's shortalls, a pair of my new panties and a tube top for the rest of the afternoon around the house. I used a blow dryer on my hair. Fortunately, except for the golden blonde color and the feminine trim, my hair was much as I was used to taking care of it in the past. It was getting a little longer, and strangely seems softer and shinier than I remembered. We had decided I needed it as long as possible for the Halloween disguise.

After a salad for lunch I tidied up the house a bit, dusting and cleaning the kitchen counters. I mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors. This is my normal routine during the slack times with my consulting. Kind of building up a credit balance on the housework to make up for the times I burn the candle at both ends trying to meet impossible deadlines. Amy has to take care of things pretty much by herself during those times.

I went back to practicing Amy's voice with the tape recorder. As I listened, I thought I was getting pretty good. I would have to get Amy to record some more phrases this evening for me to practice. Next I went to practice hair and makeup. I was slowly getting better at it, and did not have to scrub the makeup off as frequently before making a successful attempt. Just for fun, each time I did the makeup, I tried a different shade of lipstick, just to see what difference it made in my look.

I had just finished one pass at makeup, and was critically inspecting the result in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I hopped up and scurried to the door to see who it was. Only after swinging the door wide open did it occur to me that I was not a man anymore, and that I should take more precautions. Not that I was weaker or less capable of defending myself than before, its just that a man is less likely to be attacked in these circumstances because he is perceived to be better able to resist. Besides, many attackers are looking for something only a woman can provide.

Fortunately it was just a delivery for Amy. I kind of giggled when I noticed how the delivery man was looking at me, which in turn caused my cheeks to flush. I thanked him for the package and quickly closed the door.

The package was addressed to Amy, and was from someplace called the Glamour Boutique. Hmmmm. Must be some clothing Amy had found on the web, I thought. I set the box on the table in the entry and went back to the bedroom. Around 5 I went to the kitchen to start dinner, and got everything ready, so it would just take a few minutes to prepare when Any arrived. I opened a chilled bottle of white wine in the fridge, poured a glass and sat in the family room to wait.

I heard the door open, and Amy set her purse on the table where I had placed her box. I then heard her going off to the bedroom, and just sat waiting for her return. A minute later I heard her calling for me to come and see. When I entered the bedroom, Amy was holding something behind her back, and had a big goofy grin on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Come closer, I have some surprises for you!"

Prewarned by the twinkle in her eye, I eased cautiously closer to her.

"Which do you want first, left or right?" she asked.

Since I had no clue what either was, I said right. She whipped out her right hand to reveal what appeared to be a lump of flesh-colored rubber. Being careful not to touch it, I looked it over, then looked a question at Amy.

Her grin broadened. "It's a fake vagina."

"Huh?" What on earth, I thought.

"It's a high tech version of the gaff. It tucks your manhood away out of sight. And in this case, leaves behind what appears to all but the closest inspection to be a pussy!"

I was flabbergasted! "And why do we need that?"

She giggled. "All part of making you blend in. Besides, with this little bit of magic and your current other endowments, you can even wear one of my skimpiest bikinis! This is the closing weekend for the water park across town, and we are going to make a day of it!"

"Um, Amy, I don't think I can do that. Come on, sweetheart, you were raised to be ready for this, but I've only been a girl less than two weeks. Amy, I just can't!" With that, a tear started trickling down my cheek, shortly followed by another, then more, then a flood. What was happening to me? I collapsed on the bed and Amy quickly crawled in beside me.

"Shhh, honey. It's OK. Come on, baby, it alright. Shh." Amy held me, and stroked my back and soothed me till the torrent petered out and I slowly regained control. "It's OK, Jamie. Let it all out. Welcome to womanhood, honey. This is another side effect of those hormones you are taking. These mood swings will get easier to handle over the next couple weeks."

When I was able to direct a watery smile to Amy, she pulled me up and said, "Come on, let's go eat that dinner you fixed. We can talk about all this later."

We quickly grilled the fish and vegetables, and were soon sitting at the table eating a light supper. Amy told me about her day, and I told her about my walk, and meeting Paul.

"Oh, ho! Paul, huh? Slipping into character pretty good, aren't we?"

I blushed and said nothing. She said, "Just kidding, Jamie. I think it's great that you get out of the house on your own. Many of my tg patients have to wait months before they are willing to go out dressed." She grinned and giggled. "Of course, it probably helps a lot to know you're as pretty as me!"

I chuckled, stuck out my chest, and said "Prettier!" Then I had to run for the bedroom. Amy caught me there, and started tickling me mercilessly. Of course, one thing led to another, and we were soon naked and seriously occupied for quite a while. I gasped as Amy stroked and massaged my super sensitive titties. She peered at them closely before I distracted her by sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth.

As we recovered and cuddled, I looked at Amy and asked "Do you really want to go to the water park this weekend?"

"Definitely!"

"Why?"

"Because I love you, and I want you to enjoy this time as my sister, and experience everything!"

"Ok." I said weakly. My eyes were downcast.

Amy tilted my head up to look in my eyes. She kissed the tip of my nose and asked "Really?"

I kissed her nose too. "Really!"

We went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess we ran out on, and for me to take my customary evening pills. I then asked Amy about recording more phrases for my voice practice. Speaking in nearly her voice had become a habit, and neither of us really noticed anymore. She listened to my recorded lessons from today and made a few comments that I practiced, then set about recording more words and phrases for tomorrow.

We spent an hour or so of companionable silence in the family room, Amy with her romance novel, and me with the Cosmo that was my reading assignment. Some of the stuff they print in there is just plain incredible. As in not credible. What self respecting gal would ever do something like that with a guy! We retired fairly early and snuggled together before drifting off to sleep.

Tuesday, September 8

I awoke to find Amy watching me intently.

"What?"

"I just still find it unbelievable how you look. And how well you are taking all of this. You are such a wonderful man! I still cannot believe my luck in catching you." She said in a soft voice.

"Catching me! I thought I caught you!" I paused, and a sad look came over my face. "But I'm not much of a man anymore."

"James! You are all the man I need, or will ever need!" She giggled before continuing, "and all the woman, too." Another pause. "And you do both of them so well!" She pulled me against her and gave me a bear hug.

"Thanks." I whispered into her ear, before blowing softly into it.

"Ooo, stop that, or we will never get out of bed! Besides, there is another present I never got to give you last night." I looked at her, and she pulled a vivid red something with lots of strings and little bows from beneath her pillow. "This is something to help you tame that last two inches of waistline you need."

"What is it?" I stared at it quizzically.

"It's a corset, silly. This will help you suck it in and get that waist down to match my 23 inches. Come on, get up. Let me get you into this, and you can wear it around the house today. Later, maybe we can fit you into one of my impossibly small dresses and we can go out for dinner."

She moved behind me and passed the contraption around my waist, and fastened all the hooks. It was slightly snug, extending from a bit below my breasts to down over my hips, but I couldn't see how it was going to trim 2 inches off my waist. Then she started pulling on the strings, which were lacings down the back. She kept working up and down the back of the corset tightening, tightening, until I felt like I was being cut in half. Then she told me to grab the top of the bedroom door and brace myself. I felt her knee in the middle of my back and she gave a tremendous heave. The blasted thing pulled in some more, and I was sure I couldn't draw any breath. Then she gave another heave, and quickly tied off the laces.

Pulling out her tape measure, she pulled it around my waist and crowed, "23 inches! That is fantastic! You just keep on eating as you have, keep up the walking you started, and keep this on for the next few weeks, and you will be all set!"

I finally managed to get enough breath together to wheeze "but I can't breath." Wheeze. "I think I am going to pass out!"

"Oh, don't be such a pantywaist!" she giggled. "You'll be just fine. Just relax and take slow breaths. You'll get used to it!"

"But I don't want to get used to it!"

Amy just laughed as she went into the bathroom to get ready for work. I carefully slipped on Amy's transparent robe and went to fix coffee and breakfast. By the time Amy came out, I at least felt that I wasn't going to black out.

"How can you expect me to wear this all day long?"

She got a mischievous glint in her eye and smirked, "Well, if you can figure out how to take it off, be my guest."

I looked at it and realized Houdini couldn't even have gotten out of this contraption!

I had a pleading look in my eye as I kissed Amy goodbye, but she just giggled as she strolled out to the car and left for work.

Today, my walk was considerably different. With the corset on, my posture was stiffly erect, and I wore much more concealing clothes as I didn't want to show it off to the world. I also couldn't shower when I returned, so I was careful to keep the pace such as to minimize sweating. Or is that perspiring, now that I'm a girl? I didn't see Paul today, thank god, nor did anyone else try to walk along with me. The day was looking up!

That night we finally got around to investigating the gaff. I stripped in our room while Amy collected the necessary supplies. After reading the instructions, Amy fitted me into the internal sleeve, spread adhesive on the edges and mating surfaces, and carefully held it in place till the adhesive set. After closely inspecting her handywork, she dragged me in front of the big mirror. Looking back at me was a woman. A complete woman. There was nothing anywhere that said this was in any way masculine. I'm not sure how I felt right at that moment. Other than very confused.

The rest of the week passed much the same. Thankfully, Amy let me out of the corset in the evening to bathe, but not long afterward she trussed me up like a Christmas goose again, and I found out what it was like to sleep in the corset. Oh, joy! One note, the gaffe survived soaking in the bath with flying colors. I made sure we removed it before we went to bed. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of Amy's and my pleasure.

Thursday, September 10

Amy and Sandy met again for lunch, as they did most Thursdays when one or the other was not tied up. As they had that fateful day two weeks prior when this whole insane scenario began.

Amy was positively bubbling about the progress I was making in looks, behavior, and the way I was taking it all in stride. Sandy soaked up Amy's good mood, and smiled back at her. But inside she had the wickedest grin. With her background, she thought it was the greatest thing to see this happening to a man, and to have him willing, and apparently happily, changing himself into the next thing to a real woman was a real charge for her. But she knew she couldn't let on to Amy.

She was, however, truly impressed with James for his attitude and humor. She thought that if he really became a woman, she could see her as a real friend. She was not so sure yet how it would play out if he went back to manhood.

Be that as it may, she felt it was time to start pushing this to the next level.

"Amy, it is so great to see you so happy! I think Jamie is making a fantastic effort! And she is so successful at everything so far!" She got a sly grin on her face. "So how is it being married to your twin sister? I mean it must feel like that, what with Jamie learning to talk, walk, and act just like you. So, you ready to keep her as a women for the next few years?"

"Yes, I just find this so thrilling. She is such a good sport, and such a quick study." She turned thoughtful for a moment. "But I don't think I want to keep him this way. I love Jamie a lot, but I married James, and I love him like no other in the world!"

Sandy caught Amy's pause, and just the hint of uncertainty, and thought there was definitely something there to work with. But she backed off that for now, and focused on her next baby step. "I'm glad for that. But with his training proceeding so well, what did you have in mind next. It seems like he is ready to move on to the advanced course!"

Amy frowned. "You know, I hadn't thought this far ahead. I assumed it would take Jamie longer to reach this point, and that, with a little more polishing, was all I really planned before the party." She thought for a moment. "But you are right. He has made such excellent progress it seems a shame not to keep the momentum. There seems no limit on how deeply we can immerse Jamie in his womanhood!" Another pause. "But I really have no idea how to proceed. Any ideas?"

Sandy appeared thoughtful. She had to be careful. She couldn't appear too anxious, or to have a too well thought out plan. Baby steps. "Well, he seems to have taken to the lessons so far like a duck to water. Maybe we need to generalize the education. So far, you have focused Jamie on very specific goals of imitating you. Maybe, in order to get the best imitation, you need to drop the tight focus, and just give Jamie a smattering of all the lessons other girls learned in their teens that poor Jamie missed out on."

"Ok, sounds reasonable, but what?"

Careful, now, Sandy. Tread lightly. "Well, one thing he will need at the party is to be able to interact with people, not just speaking and walking like you, but handling spontaneous situations. He will need to interact with both men and women, without your continual supervision. Hmmmm. I know. Lets take him out to a dance club tomorrow night. You know it's OK for us girls to dance with each other, and that will get him used to being seen in public."

Amy wrinkled her forehead in concentration. "Seems reasonable."

"And if any men see three beautiful unattached women and ask us to dance, so much the better."

"I don't know about that, Sandy. I think that would make Jamie awfully uncomfortable. She is a pretty shy girl, you know."

Sandy noted the feminine pronouns happily. "But Amy, if she is to pull of the masquerade at the party, she will have to dance with men. You always do. So she might as well get used to it early so it will seem natural to her as well as everyone else at the party."

Amy's frown deepened. "You make it sound so reasonable, but I am not sure how Jamie would handle it."

Sandy saw the opening and dove straight for it. "Well, you agreed it was good to get her used to being seen, and she would be comfortable dancing with you, so lets just go clubbing, take it slow and easy, and see how she reacts."

"Well, OK."

"Great! Why don't we meet at 'Rhinestone' at 8:00 tomorrow. Gotta run. Bye."

"OK, bye." Amy said to Sandy's retreating back.

Friday, September 11

Amy called me mid-afternoon and told me we were going out to eat at a nice restaurant tonight. She explained that I needed to get used to being seen as a beautiful woman in public. She added that she would be home earlier than usual so she could get me out of my corset to get ready.

She arrived as promised and removed my personal torture device. Funny though, I hardly noticed it anymore. She shooed me to the bathroom to bathe and shave. She then pulled out the LBD and its red twin, along with complementary lingerie and my black and her red 5" pumps. She then ran to the hall bath and showered quickly to hurry the preparations. The bath oil made my skin feel so soft and smell so nice, and the powder left me feeling so smooth that I was positively giddy. I came out of the bathroom to find that Amy was already finished with her shower and applying her makeup. She paused to truss me back into the red corset, then glued the gaff in place. She didn't want to take any chances with unsightly bulges. I slipped into my lingerie and pantyhose while she finished her makeup. She helped me put my hair up in a sophisticated arrangement with a few loose tendrils framing my face. Then She quickly did her hair, while keeping an eye on my progress with the dramatic evening makeup. I was getting more capable at this, but Amy could still do better and finish in half the time.

We then shimmied into our dresses and stepped into the heels. As I walked toward the mirror, I marveled at the progress I had made walking in heels these last two weeks. Amy came up beside me and we were awestruck by the vision in the mirror. What shone back at us were two lovely twins, one a golden blond in a revealing black dress that clung to every curve from shoulder to thigh, beside another with very dark hair and the same dress in red, clinging just as effectively to what appeared to be an identical set of curves.

Neither of us could come up with any words that fit the moment. We didn't need to. We both knew how we felt, and how the other felt as well. We just silently picked up our purses and walked to the car.

At the restaurant, the valet fell all over himself to help these two gorgeous ladies out of their car, and just stood and watched them walk in the door before parking their car. We had a lovely dinner. Conversation had always come easily between Amy and I, but with my change, it seemed even easier, and more meaningful. We sipped wine while we ate, and by the end of dinner, I had almost become comfortable with all the attention we received from the male customers and staff. Not a few of the females as well.

Back in the car, I noticed we were not headed toward home, and asked Amy where we were going. She told me I'd see. We pulled up in front of one of the more popular dance clubs in town. I put my hand gently on Amy's arm and questioned her with my eyes. She said she had already told me I had to become comfortable with being seen in public, and I had done so well at the restaurant she was sure I would be fine here. I gave a resigned shrug. The scene with the valet was a repeat of the restaurant. We walked into the dim club, and Amy looked around till she saw someone waving at us. As we approached, I saw it was Sandy. She greeted us both with a hug and a peck on the cheek, then was signaling a waiter to take our drink order. Sandy was already working on some exotic looking drink that Amy and I both decided to try. We sat and watched the controlled chaos around us. The club was too loud to carry on a conversation, but Amy and Sandy leaned together occasionally to exchange some comment. By the time I started my second drink, I was getting used to the stares and attention of the men near our table. After a while, Sandy said we should get up and dance a little. I wasn't sure, what with the 5" heels, but Amy grabbed my arm and dragged me after Sandy.

And so it was that I had my first opportunity to take part in that decidedly female ritual of the girls dancing together. At first I was very stiff, and very afraid I would twist an ankle or fall in my heels. After a while, my confidence level rose, and I started to enjoy the freedom girls have when they dance. After a couple songs, we returned to our table, to start our third drink. After a rest, Amy dragged me back to the floor. The fast song finished almost immediately, to be followed by a slow dance. Amy took me into her arms as if she were the man, and led me around the dance floor. Dancing backward, and in high heels made me a little clumsy at first, but soon I relaxed. As Amy and I are the same height, I was able to lay my head on her shoulder, and found myself very comfortable following her lead. After another fast dance, we returned to the table to find Sandy gone. We finally spotted here dancing with a tall handsome hunk. Just a few moments later, a waiter arrived with two more drinks. When we explained we hadn't ordered them, he pointed to a couple of men at a table across the room. I was about to send the drinks back when Amy picked up one of them and lifted it to our benefactors in a salute or greeting. As one, the men rose and started making their way toward us.

"What are you doing!" I hissed.

She looked at me a little shocked, and said "Why, shame on you! I am being polite! These gentlemen bought us a drink, the least we can do is say thank-you. Don't you think?"

I grudgingly agreed, but scowled at her just the same.

"Wipe that miserable expression off your face!" she told me, "or you will end up with frown lines." I tried, but not very successfully. "Just smile a little like I know you can, and be polite."

The two men arrived about that time and introduced themselves as Jack, a very tall, slender but still muscular blond, and Kevin, broader than Jack, and about 6' tall. Amy motioned them to take a seat, much to my chagrin, introduced us as Jamie and Amy, and proceeded to thank them for the drinks. Jack leaned toward Amy so he could talk to her and be heard above the music. I sat and glowered at Amy until I felt a touch on the arm and turned to see Kevin trying to get my attention. When I turned to him, he lit up with the greatest smile. It just shone from his face, and I could not help but smile back at him.

"That's better!" he told me. "This is a much better expression for the face of such a beautiful woman."

I blushed a bright red, and didn't know what to say, so I just sat there and stared at that great smile. I jolted back from wherever I had drifted mentally to realize Kevin was speaking to me.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have zoned there for a moment. What was it you were saying?"

Kevin's smile got even bigger as he said "What a wonderful voice you have. How can you keep that all to yourself? I was just asking if you what you do for a living?"

I tried to collect my thoughts. Best stick as close to the truth as possible, since remembering a made-up history could be a problem. "I am a computer consultant." I said shyly. "What about you?"

"Oh. I am just a lower level manager for one of the tech firms here in town. Are you any good?"

"Haven't had any complaints from my customers so far. Well, not many, that is." I was finding this conversation quite uncomfortable. I found it hard to look at Kevin as we talked, but occasionally he would flash that smile, and I couldn't help but return a flicker of one myself. I glanced over at Amy and Jack. They seemed to be doing about the same as Kevin and I, but Amy seemed much more at ease. So I made a determined effort to relax, and see the evening through.

Once he saw I was relaxing, Kevin worked around to asking me to dance. I couldn't help it, I flinched, just a little. "No, I'm sorry. I've had a couple of really trying days, and Amy and I just came out to try to relax a little. I don't think I am up to dancing tonight. Maybe another time." I think he noticed me flinch, so he didn't push, for which I was grateful.

Shortly after that I got Amy's attention, and suggested it was time we get home. Seeing the strained expression on my face, she made our excuses to Jack and Kevin, thanked them both again for the drink and the company, and we left.

The relief from the tension came as soon as we got into our car. I felt drained, and slumped in my seat as Amy drove home.

"It wasn't as bad as all that, was it honey?" Amy queried as she drove.

I thought a while before answering. "I guess not, but I found it very difficult in there, Amy. You have been a beautiful female all your life, so you know how to do that kind of thing. I have had only two weeks, with virtually no social interaction with men. I just didn't know what to do, and it made me incredibly nervous."

"Oh, Jamie. I am so sorry. I should have taken it a little slower, I guess. It just seemed that this was a good way to get more ready for the party. I promise, we will slow down. We still have several weeks before Halloween."

We got home, cleaned off the makeup, removed and hung our dresses, and tossed our lingerie in the hamper, but Amy hadn't removed the corset. When she started stroking my mostly bare body, I asked about it, and she reminded me I needed to get my waist a bit trimmer. I gave a resigned, theatrical sigh, and Amy pushed me down on the bed, told me to stay, and sashayed her nude body into the closet. In moments she returned, in the process of fastening a white version of my corset around her waist. I didn't even know she had a corset!

"Here, come up here and help me lace this up, sexy lady!" This should be fun, I thought. I noticed that she didn't complain as I tightened, and retightened. Trying to shame me, I guess. When I had finished, she whipped out her tape, and crowed, "Aha! Only 20". Got you beat again!" And grinned at me as she pushed me back onto the bed and proceeded to ravish me. Just us two lesbian lovers, dressed only in matching red and white corsets.

Saturday, September 12

Saturday was spent around the house. We managed to sandwich several sessions of steamy sex in amongst the practice sessions with voice, gestures, walking, makeup, hair styling, and clothing selection, as well as a couple baths to wash off the sweat and fluids of our passion. I must have ended up in a half dozen complete outfits, each including appropriate makeup, lingerie, and hairstyle. About 6 pm I was examining the beauty in the mirror, casually clad in painted on jeans, a tight red tube top, and leather boots with 4" heels. After Amy looked me over, she suggested we go out to eat, someplace casual so I could get more comfortable being seen. I agreed as long as she would agree to no men!

We selected a western style bar-b-q place that we enjoyed. We received a lot of appraising looks from both men and women, but I seemed to be getting used to that. It didn't bother me nearly as much as it had. Seems like Amy's strategy is working some. And tomorrow threatened to be a doozie of a test!

End of part 1 of 3

Author's note: I try as hard as I can to minimize the grammer errors, misspellings, incorrect word forms, etc. as I know how much these distract me from enjoying the stories I read. I hope I have been reasonably successful. If not, please let me know! And if anyone wants to volunteer as an editor, any help will be greatly appreciated.

Part 2 of 3

Sunday, September 13

The day dawned bright and clear. The outlook was for above average temperatures. Despite my misgivings, I was looking forward to getting out, and a water park sounded like great fun. The laid-back experience last night had settled my nerves, and I was feeling more confident.

Amy lived up to her threat as she handed me a very skimpy patriotic red, white and blue bikini. I looked at it and decided I might look more demure if I was stark naked!

"Amy!" She just grinned and held up the bikini she would be wearing, which was at least as revealing, in a rich emerald green.

Amy helped me paste the gaff in place, then I got into the bikini to make sure my fake parts were either covered or looked real. Amy approved the look with a huge grin. I covered the suit with really short shorts, and a halter top that tied below my boobs. I loved Amy showing off her body. Now I got to do it for her! We tossed some towels in a beach bag, added some panties for after and a couple tubes of suntan lotion, donned our sunglasses, and headed out.

The ride to the park was uneventful, apart from the appreciative looks we got from men along the way. Being the last day of the season, the parking lot was pretty full when we arrived, and I knew there would be a big crowd all day. We found a shady spot on some grass to spread out towels and park our stuff. Amy quickly stripped down to her bikini. I nervously looked around before slowly following suit. I noticed several high school aged boys were having trouble staying on course as they walked past. I pretended not to notice, but gave my hips a little extra shimmy as I worked the shorts down, and hid a grin. But Amy noticed, and giggled at me.

That kind of set the tone for the day. As we roamed the park, trying the various water attractions, I watched Amy and tried to imitate her actions. She was not being particularly flirty, but she sure wasn't hiding her body, either. Occasionally Amy would notice me observing and imitating, so she would spice things up a bit for a few minutes, to see if I would reciprocate. At first, I was too shy, but as the day wore on, I loosened up, and by late in the afternoon, whenever Amy put on one of these shows, I would try to top her, without being too brazen.

Several times during the day, we worked the suntan lotion into each others body. I really enjoyed the feeling of stroking the lotion over all of Amy's exposed flesh. I loved the feel of her hands all over me, too. Sometime in the afternoon, when Amy picked up the lotion bottle, a man sitting with a friend near us offered to apply the lotion for her. She quickly glanced at me, and when I didn't immediately react, she grinned and turned to him saying "Sure." So he and his friend came over and introduced themselves as Peter and Jacob. Do all of these pairs of hunks get turned out of the same molds? This could just as well have been Jack and Kevin from the other night.

Amy lay down on her tummy, and Jacob squirted some lotion in his hand, and started smoothing it over Amy's back. He worked gently from her ankles working upward, massaging the lotion into Amy's tanned skin. I heard Peter clear his throat, and tore my eyes away from my wife to see what he wanted. He motioned for me to lie down beside Amy. I glanced quickly at her, then shrugged my shoulders and did so, turning my head toward Amy so I could keep an eye on Jacob's wandering hands. Soon I felt Peter start on my back as well. It was so weird! This was so different than having Amy smooth the lotion on me. Peter used his big strong hands to really work the lotion into my skin, and to work the tension out of the muscles at the same time. I let out a little sigh, and let my eyes drift shut. He worked upward, and seemed to spend a little too much time when he reached my upturned bottom, working around the edge of the all too scarce material of my bikini. I started to squirm a little, and tense, so he quickly moved on.

As he got to my upper back, I could feel him sliding his hands up under the thin string of my bikini top, then suddenly it was undone and moved off to the side. I flinched slightly, but Peter seemed oblivious, and just used the extra access to make sure he covered my back evenly, working up to my shoulders, and then down first one, then the other arm. As he worked down the arms, he 'accidentally' brushed against the sides of my breasts, but I couldn't tell if it was intentional. He didn't take further advantage, just continued his steady progress, so I chose to ignore it.

When Peter finished, he tapped me on the shoulder, and I looked up at him to see what he wanted, remembering to keep my chest pressed to the ground so I wouldn't lose my unfastened top. He motioned for me to turn over. I glanced at Amy to see she already had, and that Jacob was working his way up her long lithe legs. I reached behind me to retie the bikini, but Peter brushed my hands aside and did it for me. I think he was hoping I would forget.

Peter had started working up my legs as well, when I heard Amy say "Thank-you, Jacob, I think I can finish now." I looked over and saw that Jacob was getting a mite close to treasure land, but Amy was reaching for the bottle of lotion. Jacob gave it to her, and sat back on his haunches to watch Amy finish the job. I did the same with Peter when he came too close for comfort. We finished our task under the watchful eyes of Jacob and Peter. When we finished, Amy thanked them again, and they replied that it was their pleasure.

Peter then suggested they buy us an ice cream cone, and Amy accepted. Each guy pulled their respective lady to her feet and guided us to a nearby building with their hands in the small of our backs. I was uncomfortable with that, but since Amy allowed it, I did too.

After ice cream, they suggested walking around the park together to try a few of the rides. Amy agreed, but when they tried to take our hands, we demurred, and Amy and I walked hand-in-hand between them. We tried several slides, often with Amy and I sharing a mat or inner tube, but the guys managed to maneuver us into riding with them on a couple. I thought it would be very uncomfortable to have Peter's arms around me as we rode the slide, but strangely, it was not too bad.

On the super-fast slide, we had to ride individually. They really should put a warning sign up on those rides, because I popped out of my top when I hit the pool at the bottom. I had an embarrassing few moments as I tried to get myself covered again, and blushed brightly at the round of applause from the crowd around the slide. I was mortified, and wanted to run and hide, but Amy grabbed my hand and hugged me, then we walked slowly away, with Peter and Jacob following.

We had spent a long time in the sun, so we said our farewells to the boys, collected our belongings, and headed out to the car.

Monday, September 14

Monday, I once again helped Amy prepare for work. She had me do her hair for her, and I suggested a different blouse to go with the skirt she had chosen. She looked at me and smiled. "We'll make a lady out of you yet, girlie!"

I just grinned back. At least some parts of this were really fun!

After Amy left for work, I checked in with work, and found that testing had turned up a few flaws in my work. I spent the next several days buried in my code, figuring out where I went wrong, and developing a fix for the problem. That didn't leave me much time for anything else. I had the revised code finished and tested to the best of my ability by Thursday afternoon.

I did find time each morning to take a break for a walk. After all, I still had a couple of inches to work or diet off before Halloween.

Tuesday, September 15

On Tuesday's walk I came across Paul sitting on the same bench as before, and once again he rose and started pacing me.

"Hello again. Nice to see you out again. I haven't noticed you out for the last week."

I smiled a little shyly, and answered "Nope, it's been a pretty busy week. I only walked one other time last week, and then again yesterday."

Paul smiled, and said "I see we're making progress here. Last week I was a strange man, and now I must be a friend, otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me. Remember mommy's orders!"

He was right. I was making progress. Just over a week ago I had nearly run for my life when a stranger talked to me. And look at me now. I returned a crooked grin and said "Well, maybe not a friend yet, but at least a little bit less strange!"

"What, me strange?" and cackled with a mad scientist laugh and a really twisted expression on his face. I couldn't help it, I giggled.

"That's better." He said. "You really should try to smile more. Don't want any frown lines marring that pretty face, now, do we?"

"Oh, my heavens, we couldn't have that! But don't worry, this is just a borrowed face, so we don't have to sweat that particular problem. My fairy godmother will be taking it back soon."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just proving that I was even stranger than you!"

"It will take a lot more than that to make that particular proof!" was his reply.

"So what is it you do that allows you to be out walking this time of day?" he asked.

Again, Jamie girl, stick to the truth when possible! "I am a computer consultant, and right now I am in a lull between phases of a contract. And what is it you do? How is it you can be out here now?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm one of those hotshot desk jockeys for SammaTech, downtown. I have an agreement with my boss that I have to keep my hours under 80 a week, unless we are in a bind. That often lets me have free time in the mornings. Just your typical workaholic, trying to keep in a little bit of shape."

I gazed intently up and down his hard body. "Looks like you do OK!" I smirked.

We continued around the park, chatting about inconsequentials, me eventually too short of breath to talk much, but Paul having no problem. I envied him his fitness.

When we got to the place I had to split off on the path to return home, I told him goodbye. He asked if he would see me out walking again, and when. I answered "Oh, maybe."

When I got home, I stripped down to the unremovable corset that I was hardly noticing any more. I was also wearing the gaff to get used to it, and to show the right body lines under my walking clothes. Since I couldn't bathe, I gave myself a sponge bath to hold me till Amy got home.

I walked every morning that week, but only saw Paul one other time. That day the conversation came even easier. Well, I mused, I guess I really am making some progress.

Thursday, September 17

By Thursday afternoon, I had my work to the point I was ready to turn it back to the testers, but decided I could wait for morning. I cleaned myself up, applied makeup in the sexiest way I knew how, donned a lacey black bra and panty set, garter belt, and black stockings. I covered it with the sheerest robe Amy had, and went to the kitchen to fix a romantic dinner for my wife.

When she walked through the door, I was waiting, and pulling her to me, breast to breast, I gave her the most passionate kiss we had shared all week.

"Mmmmm. That was nice! Wow, look at you! Sexy!" So I repeated the kiss. "So what's the occasion?"

"Oh, I've just been too tied up all week fixing my coding problem to pay you the attention you deserve, so I want to make it up to you."

"OK." And she gave me one of those searing kisses in return.

"Let's eat."

"Later." She said, and tugged me toward our bedroom.

When we got there, I told her to stand still, then proceeded to slowly open buttons, and remove bits of clothing, stroking each inch of revealed skin as I went. As I knelt and removed her pantyhose, I could smell her arousal. Amy was already breathing rapidly, whispering to hurry. But I refused to be rushed. When I removed her bra, I caught teasingly at her jutting nipples with my teeth, evoking a moan from deep in her throat. I lavished attention on her beautiful breasts for a while, causing her to shiver. I suddenly sucked one nipple and as much of the breast as possible into my mouth, lashing the nipple with my tongue. At the same time I tweaked and lightly twisted her other nipple. Amy gasped, and shuddered through an orgasm.

I helped her remain standing, still pleasuring her breasts, until she came down from her high. I kissed my way down her body to her now soaked panties, her only remaining clothing. Continuing to stroke and lightly brush her body, I eased her panties down and had her step out of them. I kissed back up her legs, the front, the sides, the sensitive flesh on the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs to afford better access. When I reached her love nest, I attacked, delving deeply between her nether lips, then sweeping forward across her clit, only to return and repeat. After a minute or two, she again exploded into climax. This time she could not remain upright, and I caught her as she slid bonelessly toward the floor, sweeping her up and onto the bed.

I lay beside her for a while, touching here, kissing there, scratching lightly elsewhere, trying to prolong her euphoric feelings. As she roused, I felt her had start to stroke my leg. As she recovered more, her hands gained momentum, until both were engaged and racing across any part of my body she could reach. She reared up and slammed me on my back on the bed, then ripped my panties off, swung across me, and impaled herself on my raging hard-on. She moved like a wild woman, up and down, side to side, back and forth. She froze and shuddered through her third orgasm, then started bucking furiously again. I could not take it any more, and erupted inside her, emitting squeaks and moans. When I had finished, and was just starting to soften within her, she came again, for the longest time. Then she collapsed on top of me.

We both lay in a daze for a few minutes while our labored pulse and rasping breathing slowed. Amy pushed herself up so she could look down into my face, keeping my limp member within her.

"I don't know what it is about you like this that turns me on so much." She mused quietly. "Whatever it is, I wish we could bottle it to use when this is over."

"So you kinda like this, huh?"

"Yes. Oh, god, yes. A million times yes."

I pouted sexily "Maybe you don't want me to go back! Maybe you want to keep me as your sexy slut forever."

She grinned at me. "I don't know, sounds like maybe you're the one that wants to stay a sexy slut, if you ask me!"

I shuddered beneath here and said "Don't you even think it!"

"Come on, lets go eat that dinner you made for us, then maybe I can get another crack at you tonight while I still have you as my sexy lesbian."

I slipped my panties back on, and she donned a similar robe to mine, without lingerie, so I continually got tantalizing glimpses of breast, pussy, and delightfully rounded derriere.

We ate a romantic, only slightly overdone, dinner by candlelight, sipping chilled wine, talking about us, our days, this challenge, whatever topic came to mind. We touched hands across the table, and gazed into each others eyes. After the chocolate dipped strawberries for dessert, we just left the mess for the morning and once again retired to our room.

We lovingly stripped each other until the only clothing between us was my red corset. We touched and kissed, licked and tweaked, nipped and caressed, gently bringing us from our earlier mild arousal to nearly fever pitch. Amy lovingly led me to the bed and eased me down onto my back, with my feet resting on the floor. She slowly knelt between my legs, murmured "My turn." to me, and hungrily sucked my stiffening tool into her mouth. Her pace was slow at first, licking around, side to side, down nearly to the base and back up. She slowly brought my aroused member to steel hardness. Speeding up slightly, she continued to minister to me until she felt me stiffen, then backed off, kissing the tip, my thighs, my stomach, and moving up to suckle my breasts, letting my urgency fade, but keeping me frustratingly aroused. My nipples were so much more sensitive that her loving almost pushed me over the top anyway, but she recognized my labored breathing and moved on to other exquisite tortures. After a time, she moved slowly back down, once again engulfing me, and repeated the process. Any time I tried to touch her, to give her pleasure, she gently brushed my hands aside, saying "Not now, now it's my turn." She repeated this four more times, each time pushing me to the edge, then backing off. Each time I begged more desperately for release, but she continued to torment me.

Finally, the last time, when I expected her to back off again, she did not, continuing to enflame my cock until I exploded in her mouth. She stayed with me, licking, sucking, squeezing, until I softened. She then crawled up me and kissed my painted lips greedily. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and then was followed by my come that she hadn't swallowed! She was feeding me my own come! But I was too drained, yet still aroused, to protest, and just swallowed what she gifted me with. Such a strange flavor for a bodily fluid, tangy, slightly salty, not at all like what I tasted from Amy. Not unpleasant, though.

Amy finally ended the deep kiss, pulled back to look at me, and said "Now you are almost a woman. Welcome, my love."

After snuggling a while, we both rose, Amy removed my corset, and we showered together. After patting each others various parts, erogenous and otherwise, dry, and dusting with scented powder, Amy once again bound me, this time with her white corset, as my red one was long overdue for washing. Amy pulled out the tape measure, and told me "You are now the proud owner of a 21" waist." The corset didn't even feel uncomfortably tight anymore.

Friday, September 18

After Amy was off to work, I cleaned up the dinner mess from the prior night, then spent an hour packaging and transmitting my code updates back to the test group. That left me at loose ends for the day.

After that a walk — I made the circuit twice today, so I guess my walking was doing some good. Another sponge bath, and I attached the gaff, added simple lingerie, pantyhose, and dressed in one of Amy's skirts and blouses that I liked. Then, I drove across town to Parkridge Mall again. As I window shopped, I looked at my longer hair, and thought it was time to return for a touch-up. I stopped in and asked if Ellie, the girl I had seen a couple weeks ago, had any openings today. I said I also wanted another full body waxing. I was showing some hair regrowth after the last one. It was finer, but I still wanted it removed. Consulting the book, the receptionist told me I could get in at 2:00. Since I had planned to spend the day at the mall anyway, I took it.

I cruised the mall, looking in windows, occasionally entering a shop, soaking up the 'shopping experience' that is so much a part of modern womanhood in America. I was doing this for Amy, and for the challenge, and I did not expect to enjoy it, only endure. But as time passed, I found it wasn't so bad. I found myself paying closer attention to some items, then picking some off the racks to look at. At noon, I had a salad (what else?) in the food court, and then surprised myself by trying on a dress that caught my eye in the first shop I stopped at afterward. It was a brilliant aqua color, had a scoop neck, was supposed to be tightly fitted around the midsection, but was loose over my corset. It had a full skirt that fell beautifully to swish around my legs. Unfortunately, with the corset, the dress was too loose around the middle. I decided to buy it anyway, assuming it would fit pretty well without the corset.

Well, in for a penny, etc. Since I had bought the dress, I knew I didn't have any shoes to match, so that was the next stop. I had to try three stores before I found a pair of shoes the right color. They were slingbacks with 4" heels. I could have done with a lower heel, but what can you do. There just weren't many shoes in that color.

By then it was time for my appointment. When I entered, Kim guided me back to the private room I remembered for the pain I had survived within. This time was much less painful, as there was not nearly as much hair, and it was finer. Kim rubbed moisturizer all over my body again, and I tried my best to suppress the moans as she massaged it into my breasts. She remembered me from the time before, and complemented my on the way my breasts were filling out. I looked at them and realized that they were looking bigger and better.

Wearing the provided robe and my lingerie, I was led up front to one of the stations and seated in the chair. Ellie asked me what I had in mind. I told her other than touching up the color, I didn't know for sure. I wanted to try something different, something fairly easy to care for, but I needed to keep as much length as possible for the "I Dream of Jeannie" costume I had for Halloween. She fingered my hair, and gushed about how great I should look in a costume like that. I was sure hoping so, after all the effort we had gone to to get me into it!

She shampooed my hair, and touched up the darker roots. Fortunately, my natural hair color is not too far off this shade of blonde, so the roots didn't stand out, but still! Amy was going to have a real challenge, what with her very dark brown tresses. As Ellie worked, another operator arrived to work on my nails. After discussing it, she removed the old false nails that were hardly longer than I normally wore my own nails. She replaced them with a longer set that reached about a half inch past my fingertips. Amy hadn't mentioned it, but I knew I would have to work up to the  ¾"nails she was accustomed to. On a whim, I had her finish my new fingernails, as well as my toenails in a color to match my new dress. To finish up, they did my makeup again, flawlessly as before.

After they finished their magic, I dressed in my new purchases, placing the old clothes in the shopping bag, then pulled out my cell phone. I caught Amy just before she was leaving her office. I proposed meeting her at a restaurant we both enjoyed, and it took very little effort to convince her.

I went to the front desk to settle the bill, including a nice tip, then left the shop, thanking the friendly people who had made me look so beautiful, and headed for the car.

I arrived before Amy, and stood waiting for her near the valet station. Even with the ill-fitting dress I wore, I thought the young valet was barely keeping his tongue from dragging on the ground. It felt kind of good having that effect on men, after being on the drooling side of the fence for most of my life.

Amy didn't notice me when she pulled up, though how she could miss the brightly colored dress, I'll never know. I caught up with her as she walked in the door, and whispered we needed to visit the ladies before we were seated. Safely inside, I told her of my problem as she gaped at the remanufactured woman that only a short time ago was her husband. We entered the handicapped stall, and she helped me remove the corset that was obstructing the fit of the dress. Once it was removed, and the dress refastened, the fit was fantastic. I had hoped it would be. Amy stood back and looked at me in wonder.

"Where, oh where has my husband gone?" she whispered. I think I saw a tear glisten in her eye, so I rushed to her and enveloped her in my arms.

I whispered back "Oh darling, I am right here, always right here. You may not recognize me right at the moment, but just close your eyes and feel the love I wrap you in, and you will know for sure."

We clung to each other a few minutes before she held me back and said "Yes, I feel it, now I know exactly where my husband is!"

We exited the restroom and spoke to the maitre d'. Soon we were led to a secluded booth where we could talk privately, and exchange loving looks and touches without alerting the dyke patrol. It was a thoroughly enjoyable meal. We talked about my shopping trip, and the things I bought. Alright, it wasn't much, only a dress and shoes, but Amy was amazed anyway.

Saturday, September 19

Having slept for the first time in a while without the corset, I slipped out of bed while Amy still slept, and soaked for a long time in a hot bath laced with scented bath oil. Amy was still asleep when I returned to our room, so I quietly dressed in the really low cut jeans and a vivid blue crop top. This left an awful lot of skin showing in my midsection! Out of curiosity, I used Amy's tape measure, and was shocked when my uncorsetted waist was only 22 inches! That's an inch less than Amy's! Well, somewhere between the diet, the walking, and the corset, something had certainly done the job. Hmmm, I guess hormones could factor in there somewhere, too.

I crept out to the kitchen. I considered making Amy a big breakfast, but after exceeding my waist goal, I wasn't taking any chances about putting inches back on. So I whipped together a light and lean breakfast, bagels, fresh fruit with low fat yogurt, and coffee. Amy wandered in about the time the coffee finished, and we sat to break our fast.

When Amy was dressed, we set off to pick up some groceries as the larder was getting pretty bare. Amy had chosen the same jeans as I, and a crop top like mine, only pink. Well, since we looked like twins, why not dress like twins for some occasional fun?

Grocery shopping as a pretty girl is an experience. The stock boys can't do enough to help, and strange women just start talking about the most incredible things — man troubles, periods, all sorts of things I would never have thought of discussing.

Amy and I split up to fetch some of the items we needed. As I movind down an aisle toward the front of the store,I heard someone calling Amy. I hadn't realized my wife was in this part of the store, so I looked up to see who was talking to her. It turned out to be Sally, our next door neighbor, and she was talking to me!

"Oh, I just love that hair color, Amy! When did you decide to change it? And have you lost some weight?"

I was at a loss for words, but finally managed to recover. Being careful to stay in Amy mode I answered "Oh, about 2 weeks ago, and yes, I think, a little. So how have you been, Sally. Obviously, we haven't talked in the last two weeks," pointing to my hair, "So what have you been up to?" I didn't really need to worry about my Amy impersonation, it was pretty engrained now.

"Well, I've been out of town, a little holiday with my boyfriend. I just love that color, but I don't think you should be losing any more weight, you're too thin as it is."

"Well, the weight loss is not a long term goal. It and the hair are for an elaborate costume I have for the big costume party at the office."

Then I noticed Sally wasn't really listening. Her eyes were huge, and getting larger as she peered over my shoulder. I turned to see Amy coming up the aisle behind me, absorbed in reading a product label, so she hadn't noticed I was talking to anyone.

"Oh! Oh! Um, who are you!" Sally shrieked. Amy snapped her head up, and her eyes got pretty large as well when she saw me talking to our neighbor. She walked up beside me, desperately trying to think what to say. Sally just stood there looking back and forth from one Amy to the other. I just had to giggle at the expression on her face.

"Alright, what's going on here!" she demanded.

Since I figured this was Amy's show, I just kept quiet and waited to see how she would explain this one. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Then tried and failed a second time. Then finally, she grabbed onto an idea she thought she could run with, and got her mouth in gear at about the same time.

"Sally. Um, I can explain this. I think."

Sally broke in and said "Who are you anyway, and why do you look and sound like Amy here!" gesturing to me. I choked back a laugh, and Amy glared at me.

"No, Sally, you've got it wrong. I'm Amy."

"You're… Amy? But… But… Well then, who the heck is she?" Sally stuttered.

Yeah, who the heck am I, I thought. What do you say to that, oh wife of mine!

"Um, gee, Sally, can you keep a secret? I mean really keep it? Until after Halloween?"

"Why?"

"It's just really, really important to me. It's a joke that I want to play on my friends at the office Halloween party."

"Oh, I get it! You brought in, like, your twin sister and you want to fool people at the party, right?"

Whew. Thanks Sally! "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Now can you promise to keep my secret until after the party?"

"Sure. No problemo! Anything I can do to help?"

"No, thanks. I think we have everything pretty much under control. If I think of anything I'll be sure to let you know, though!"

"Boy, the resemblance is really amazing. You guys really had me going there for a while. I thought you were Amy, ha ha. That's pretty rich. Um, what was your name again?"

"Jamie." I piped up. "My name is Jamie."

"Hey, that's pretty cool. Jamie and Amy. Ha ha, that's good!"

Amy cut in "Great to see you, Sally. We really have to run. Remember, this is a secret!" And we walked toward the checkout, leaving Sally chuckling and shaking her head.

We got home and put away the groceries, then fixed a light lunch of grilled chicken on a salad.

I didn't tell Amy about my waist, and after lunch I asked her to lace me up again. I was giddy with my success, and wanted to see if I could make any more progress with respect to my waist. Maybe I was becoming anorexic. Maybe it was just vanity. Who knows, I was a woman now, and I've never understood them!

After I was cinched up, I traded my tube top for a longer blouse that came down to cover the top of my low riders. More importantly, it hid my corset.

Amy did some laundry while I did some housecleaning. That pretty much filled the afternoon. Amy spent much of the day doing an intense critique of everything I did, occasionally pointing things I did different than her, and helped me correct them. Little by little I was becoming Amy. We had always been compatible in our thought patterns, likes and dislikes. Now, it seemed we were coming much closer to identical.

I still had "a major flaw" though, in my Amy imitation. That was an extra something between my legs. That night, Amy failed miserably trying to instruct it how to be just like Amy's counterpart. But we sure had a heck of a lot of fun while she was trying!

Sunday, September 20

Sunday, the weather was cooler, so we drove downtown, dressed similarly in longish shorts, halter tops, and walking shoes with short white socks. We found a place to park and strolled around, enjoying watching people, and being watched. This beautiful girl thing could become addictive! Have to watch out for that. But it was lots of fun provoking reactions from the guys, checking them out checking us out. It was fun to see their looks on seeing nearly identical twins, one dark and one blonde. And to feel their stares on my bum when they think I don't know. And my growing boobs. And that well hidden part that only appears to be what they think it is, thanks to my gaff.

Lunch at a sidewalk café extended our time of seeing and being seen. After lunch we browsed a few of the small shops, but didn't buy anything. Didn't see anything we just had to have, and didn't want to carry anything extra with us.

We returned home to have a light supper of grilled orange roughy, fresh steamed, deliciously seasoned vegetables, and (of course) salad. Apparently, I am now a salad junkie. At least, that seems to be about all I eat any more!

We were both pleasantly tired and retired early. I still slept in my corset, and had amusing dreams of tiny corseted waists and confusing things women do. Did it involve men? Naw, couldn't have. Last I checked, I was a guy, and guys don't dream like that about guys. But then again, maybe I hadn't checked well enough in the last few weeks!

Monday, September 21

It had taken me months to develop and perfect the code for this last phase of my contract, but now I was fairly certain it was done. Or done as much as software ever is! So now, the last step before moving on to the next big chunk of work was to provide final documentation and a phase wrap-up. I figured I could do the job pretty well this week, then take a break till after Halloween, when things should be getting back to normal. Whatever normal is. Don't think I am even sure anymore.

I dove into the task, surfacing only rarely, intent on having this done. I actually made it by late Friday. So late that Amy was sound asleep, so I missed my nookie that night, as I had nearly every night this week.

Still intent on toning my waist further, I wore a corset full time, except to bathe. When I found time to eat, I kept it healthy, instead of the junk food that was my mainstay during these peak load periods. I also broke for a walk midmorning every day. It helped me clear my head.

One of those days, Paul was there again, and we had a long, comfortable talk for the whole two circuits of the park path. I was coming to trust Paul now, maybe with too little real evidence, but more based on intuition. Feminine intuition? Maybe, I seem pretty darned female these days. But anyway, trusting him made me feel protected. It offset this insecurity that turning female seems to have created in me. It felt nice.

Thursday, September 24

Thursday, Amy and Sandy managed to get together again for their semi-regular lunch. As with recent weeks, nearly the only topic of conversation was Jamie. Once again, Amy bubbled over about this or that that Jamie had done over the last two weeks. His spontaneous trip to the salon. The new dress and shoes. His success at trimming his waistline.

But then Amy sobered, and stopped talking for a long few moments. She fought to hold back tears. "Oh, Sandy. I'm just so afraid I am losing James, though. As much as I love Jamie, and as much as I thrill at every new success she has, I still love James with all my heart. But I see less and less of him in Jamie every day. It feels like he is slipping away. And no matter how hard I grab and try to hold on, the pieces of my one and only husband just seem to slide though my fingers. What am I going to do?" Amy could hold the tears back no longer. This was not a violent storm of wracking sobs and torrential tears, but a silent stream down each cheek.

It wrenched Sandy's heart, and almost made her relent her need for this challenge. But then she thought back to the time when she thought of her husband as Amy thinks of James, and knew she had to finish, so she could know beyond a shadow of a doubt. And maybe save Amy at the same time, should it be necessary.

"Shh, sweetie. I'm here. Sandy's always here to help make things right. Come on, Amy, don't worry. It will be OK. Together we will make it OK. Don't cry now girlfriend." And she cradled Amy's head above her breast and waited for the sorrow to leak out with her tears.

Finally, Amy pulled back and gave Sandy a watery little smile. "Thanks, girlfriend. You're the best!" Amy turned her head away and dabbed her eyes and nose with a tissue, embarrassed for breaking down in public.

When she was composed again, Sandy asked "I know what you say you feel, Amy, but do you have any specifics we can talk over to see how we need to proceed here? I mean, your whole strategy has been to train her to be you, or very nearly. Don't you think that James is really alive and well in there, and just doing a really good job of learning and imitating the woman he loves so much?"

"It's hard to pick specifics. Well, a few. Her emotions are more intense, less inhibited. She is more intuitive, picks up on human patterns very quickly. She has shown a remarkable acceptance of male company, considering how *he* was raised. She is very proud of her body, and sometimes jokes about not returning it." Sandy cheered to herself over that one. "Her fashion sense is much improved, and she has pretty good taste. She doesn't complain at all about shopping or trying on clothes, makeup, hair styles, jewelry, whatever. I don't know, Sandy, I can't think."

Sandy was ready. "That's right, Amy. You can't think. You're letting your emotions run away, and painting disaster scenarios in you mind. But that's not you! Fall back on your doctors training. Analyze the situation based on your medical experience."

"Like how?"

"Well, you've treated transsexuals, right? I mean, you don't diagnose that condition, but you have led many new women successfully through their transition. What's your major tool in that area, at least until the final surgery?"

"Ummm. Hormones? Yes, it would have to be estrogen."

"And what happens when these patients take that estrogen? Is there any correlation between them and Jamie?"

"Yes. Why, yes there is. So many of the things I mentioned happen in some or all of the tg patients on estrogen. But they want these changes, that's not the intent with Jamie."

"OK, so we've established that estrogen is probably responsible for a lot of your 'lost' James, right?" Then Sandy continued without waiting for an answer. "And in the rare case that one of your patients has chosen to stop estrogen therapy?"

"Well, if it happens before irreparable damage, then most of those effects reverse over time. The moodiness. The sexuality generally shifts back toward an interest in females if it had previously drifted toward male."

"Yes!" Sandy jumped in. "And fashion sense is not hormone related. He probably had it all along, just suppressed. And reading your magazines and shopping with you has just strengthened it. That should be an advantage afterward, not a problem! And the shopping, makeup, etc is probably just Jamie's dedication to the task at hand. Don't you say that when he gets into one of his work projects that he is terribly focused and tenacious?"

"Of course! That must be it. Oh, please, god, let that be it. I couldn't stand to lose James. Oh, Sandy, that must be it! When we stop the hormones, Jamie will gradually shift back to my wonderful, wonderful husband once again."

Sandy added, "Maybe with a few improvements? Like more sensitive nipples. And better fashion sense. And a greater appreciation of you, as a woman."

"Hmmm. You're quite right. He should be James plus. Oh, thank-you Sandy. I knew I could count on you."

Sandy got a pensive look on her face, and thought for quite a while. "Amy, I just had a thought. What if… No. Um, Amy, is Jamie happy?"

"Happy? Yes, she seems so most of the time, apart from a few emotional episodes. But she is almost always cheerful, bubbly, smiling. Yes, she is happy. Why?"

"And James. Is James happy?" prompted Sandy.

"James? Oh, yes, I have always thought that James is happy most of the time. Everyone has their down times, even James. But for the most part, he is very happy. Oh, I know he doesn't smile all the time, or bubble like Jamie. But that is just their different styles. Oh. Oh, no! Sandy, no! You don't think James is happier as Jamie, do you? Oh, no. Please no."

Sandy sat forward, placing her hand on her friends arm to comfort her. "Oh no, I don't think so. No. No?...But…"

"Sandy, you're scaring me! But what!"

"Oh Amy, I don't want to hurt you. But you did say Jamie is more visibly happy than James, right?"

A tear started coursing down Amy's cheek again. "Yes." She whispered.

"And you did say she joked about staying as Jamie? Maybe that was her way of testing the waters with you."

Amy's face seemed to crumple, and more tears chased the first. "Oh, god. Could Jamie have discovered she's transgendered? Oh, Sandy, what am I going to do? I can't live without James, Sandy. I can't do it."

"Shh. Amy, you have to face the fact that Jamie may be here to stay. That may not be what's best for you. But can you really force her to go back if she's discovered this is the way she should be? And remember, you love Jamie too. Maybe not the same way as James, but you love her all the same. And you would have to lose her in order to get James back. Since you have to lose one or the other, wouldn't it be best to chose what is best for Jamie?"

"Oooohhhhh. I can't do this, Sandy. Why did this have to happen? We were so happy together. So much in love. We have plans about starting a family together. Growing old together. Sandy, this can't be happening!"

"Oh, Amy. I am so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on this crazy challenge, if I had just trusted you and accepted James, we wouldn't have this problem now. I just wish I could turn back the clock with the knowledge I have now." Sandy hung her head and hugged Amy tightly. Finally she voiced another thought, "On the other hand, if we hadn't done this, James might have suffered through never knowing what that void in his soul was. As much as it hurts, this may have been the best thing for the one you love."

Amy sobbed, "OK." She slowly pulled herself up, and said more strongly, "OK. If this is the hand I'm dealt, I'll handle it." More strongly yet, "OK, what do I need to do?"

"That's the ticket. You go girl! If Jamie is to survive, you will have to be strong for her as well as for yourself!"

"OK, 'll try. I must. Jamie needs me. But what do I need to do?" One more tear trickled down Amy's cheek.

Sandy thought how to say this. "Well, first, you need to hide your knowledge from Jamie. You must let her explore being a woman. Right now, the plan is to go back to James after the party. You have to give her the freedom to decide for herself if she wants to or not, without feeling pressured into James by your need. Can you do that?"

"I don't know. I will never do anything more difficult than that in this lifetime. I don't know if I'm strong enough. But for Jamie, I have to, so I will!"

"That's the spirit. I know you can do it. Next, you need to help Jamie explore femininity. She must be able to do everything she can as a woman. If she is transsexual, she will have to rediscover her sexuality as a woman."

Amy's face was on the verge of crumbling again, but she drew a deep breath, drew back her shoulders, and firmed her resolve. "OK, what do you suggest?"

"Well, you've given her a good start already. You've given her a fantastic role model to pattern behavior after, and she's soaked it up like a sponge. You've taken baby steps in getting her to interact with others as a woman. That's good, but it needs to continue on several fronts. One, she needs more independent contact with men. The club was a good step. I think we should do that again, soon. Maybe tomorrow."

"OK. But tomorrow isn't good. Jamie has to finish a task for work and has been spending long hours to get it done by tomorrow. I don't expect him to finish much before midnight, and even if he does, he will be exhausted."

"How about Saturday?"

"That could work."

"And this time he needs to take another step. He needs to dance with a man, not just with us. And he needs to spend some time alone with a man, maybe while we are out on the dance floor?"

"OK."

Sandy pondered. "Next thing. He needs to come out from under cover. He needs to see how he is received professionally, by the people he works with."

Amy was shocked. "No, Sandy. He may need to before he commits, but if he did it now before he made a decision, then went back to James, he could be ruined professionally. No, this is too early. I can see why you thought of it, but it can't happen at this stage, when we still don't know."

"Are you sure this isn't just denial on your part? Is this really what you think best for Jamie? Or is it you hope that he still will return to James?"

"Maybe. Maybe. But I just can't take the chance. Not when the consequences could be so severe."

Sandy sighed. "Ok, maybe you're right. Let's wait on that."

Amy glanced at her watch. "Oh. My. Word. Look at the time. I have got to get back. Can't say it was fun, Sandy, but thanks for your help. Talk to you soon."

Sandy called "Remember, be strong for her!" She watched Amy walk away, and wondered what the future held.

That night, as she expected, Amy hardly saw Jamie, let alone got the chance to talk to her. She retired early, and cried herself to sleep, wondering how she could possibly survive.

Friday, September 25

Friday night was the same. However, Amy remembered hearing Jamie say it was done. She was free for the next month or more.

Saturday, September 26

Amy let me sleep in this morning, after the grueling week that I had survived. I noted that the walking seemed to give me more staying power, and I resolved to continue it after I became a man again.

I washed up and went to the kitchen in just my babydoll and matching panties. Amy was preparing lunch and said, "Hello, sleepyhead. Did my little girl get her sleep out?"

I slumped listlessly in the chair and mumbled no.

She brought lunch to the table, and we sat and ate in companionable silence. Amy seemed to have something on her mind, but was apparently looking for the right time to say it. Since I was wiped anyway, I just waited for her.

Finally, "I was hoping we could take some time to sit and talk, uninterrupted, today, but I think it will have to wait for tomorrow. I made plans for this afternoon that I think might perk you up from your post-project doldrums. Come on, let's get dressed and go before we're late!

In the bedroom, Amy laid a couple of hanging suit bags across the bed, but when we dressed it was casual. Still not fully awake, I didn't question what was up. We hurried out to the car, and wound up back at the salon I had been to for my only two visits to a beauty parlor.

Apparently Amy had arranged everything ahead of time, because we were taken our separate ways. My first stop again was waxing. This time was even much better than last. There hadn't been much regrowth, and what had grown seemed even finer than last week. After the moisturizing lotion was massaged in, I returned to one of the hair stations. Ellie checked my roots, and decided I didn't need a touch up just yet, so she proceeded with the shampoo, then fixed lots of little rollers in my hair, liberally doused with a foul smelling solution. While that was percolating through my hair, another girl did the pedicure, and a manicure after removing my false nails. She then applied nails that extended 3/4" past my fingertips. I was just glad I finished my documentation before these were applied, as I expected to keep this length for the next month. All 20 nails were then coated multiple times with deep red polish, followed by a clear top coat. While this was going on, my eyebrows were plucked again, and when I finally saw them, they were an even higher, finer arch than last time.

The rollers were removed, my hair rinsed, and I was parked under a dryer, with the usual selection of women's magazines to occupy my time. I found it interesting some of the techniques they espoused to tame guys. Having been on "the other side" for most of my life, I really doubted their effectiveness. Amy ended up under a dryer down the row from me, but we had no opportunity to talk.

Then it was back to the station for final combing, arranging, and spraying of my hair, followed by an all-out assault by the makeup artist.

When I was finished, I saw shiny golden blonde hair in a mass of curls piled on my head, with a corkscrew tendril hanging down in front of each ear. Delicate, femininely arched brows rose over dramatically highlighted eyes. My full lips were colored to match the red of my nails, and then glossed to a wet-looking sheen. It really was incongruous to be dressed so casually yet so elegantly made up. Amy came up behind me, and I could see she was just as turned out.

She tapped me on the shoulder, and said "This way, sexy!" We turned and followed one of the girls from the shop into a back room where I saw the suit bags and a sports bag that Amy had brought. The girl left us there, and Amy started pulling out clothes. Once again I saw the red and black dresses cut in the same style, one pair of red spike heels and a pair of black. My red corset, and a black one I hadn't seen before, plus some of our sexiest lingerie. "Strip!" Amy ordered, and proceeded to do the same herself. She handed me the red corset, and hooked the black one on herself, then we tightened each others laces. When Amy finished with my corset, I commented that it didn't seem that tight, was she sure she had finished. She told me that it wouldn't go any tighter, as the two sides were pulled tight together. Even with my greater strength, I hadn't been able to do that with Amy's.

"Oh ho! Looks like someone needs to go on a diet!" I sniped at her. She batted my arm, then handed me the lingerie she had selected for me. Bra, seamed black nylons, panties. When I was ready, she handed me the red dress this time, and helped me get it in place without mussing hair or makeup. I then helped her with the black one. A little tug here, a shimmy there, and we were all decked out. Amy still hadn't told me what was up, but I was content to follow her lead. I seemed to have mellowed out some in the past week or two. Wonder if it's the hormones, or just exhaustion.

We packed our casual clothes into the sports bag, then went to the front of the shop to settle our bill and head out to the car. Amy drove us downtown, and we parked near the art museum. Amy explained that this was yet another environment that I could practice being a woman, and observing how other women behaved.

We strolled through the museum, pausing here and there to examine a painting, a sculpture, or some Indian pottery. As we viewed the art, I also watched how Amy behaved as she spoke with me in hushed tones, as she lost herself in thought over a particular object, as she greeted some acquaintance, while she sipped wine at the bar, and when she was interacting with me as her girlfriend. I did my best to adopt the mannerisms I was able to distinguish as different from my own behaviors. Apparently Amy was unobtrusively watching me as well, because when I had little successes, she smiled at me, or quirked an eyebrow

As evening approached, we left the museum and went to an upscale restaurant in an area of town associated with the upper crust. It was posh and sedate, not the kind of thing we went out for often, even when we felt like living high off the hog. We shared a bottle of very good wine as Amy ate her quiche, and I enjoyed a grilled shrimp Caesar salad. We talked about our respective weeks, and my success preparing for my part at the party. She did not talk about her lunch with Sandy, and while I could tell something was bothering her, she was able to convince me it was nothing worth worrying about.

When we left the restaurant, Amy drove us again to the club we had visited two weeks ago, when I was a freshly minted woman. I questioned why we were here again, and Amy responded that it was for more experience. We left the car with the valet and entered the club. As we were making our way to a table, Amy saw someone wave at us, and changed course to approach a different table, where Kevin and Jack, whom we'd met last time, were sitting alone. They greeted us warmly, and I watched Amy greet Jack with a peck on the cheek. It made me quite nervous, but I tamped that down and did the same to Kevin. After all, the whole purpose of this was to learn to imitate Amy. I was all for finding our own table, but Jack had already signaled for a waitress, and was ordering drinks for us, while Kevin urged us to sit.

At first, it was a repeat of the last time, we sipped our drinks while Jack leaned close enough to Amy to carry on a conversation. Kevin was attempting to do the same with me, but my nerves were making my end of the conversation very difficult to carry. Amy was unobtrusively keeping an eye on me, and silently urged me to loosen up a bit.

Part way through our second drinks, Jack asked Amy to dance, and she agreed! As I watched Jack and Amy rise, trying to cover the shock on my face, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and heard Kevin say "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

I stammered and tried to mumble thanks but no thanks when I heard Amy pipe up from across the table saying "That's a wonderful idea, Kevin. Jamie would love to dance with you. You'll have to forgive her, she is a little shy." I stared at her, dumbstruck, and she just smiled back at me, and mouthed "go ahead".

Kevin took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Fortunately, it was a fast song, so it was not hard to imagine I was dancing with Amy, like last time. The song ended, and segued into a slow dance. Before I could escape, Kevin had captured my hand, brought me up next to him, and started leading me around the floor.

I was petrified, and Kevin picked up on that quickly, and eased me away just a bit. He started asking me questions, and telling me about himself, taking advantage of our nearness to carry on a fairly quiet conversation. At first I just mumbled my replies, but Kevin tilted my chin up, beamed that great smile at me, and said "Hey, come on, don't you dare hide that wonderful sexy voice from me!" His smile had brought an answering smile to my lips, but when he hit the word "sexy" the smile started to crumble. I firmed up my resolve, pasted the smile back on my lips, a bit strained at first, but it mellowed over time. Kevin started again, and this time, I was able to get my responses out in Amy's melodic voice, without losing my cool.

I got so wrapped up in Kevin's conversation that when the current dance ended, it just seemed natural to flow into the slow dance that followed. As we danced and talked, Kevin gradually guided me closer. It was so gentle, and so unthreatening that I hardly noticed. When we reached a lull in the conversation, he pulled me a little closer, and it just seemed natural to lay my cheek against his chest, since he was so much taller than I. I wondered what I was doing, but between the wine earlier, the drinks and the easy conversation, I couldn't seem to work up much concern about it. As we moved around, I saw Amy dancing with Jack. She was held just as close as I, but she had her head up and was watching me with an enigmatic smile on her beautiful face.

The next song was fast, so we drifted back to the table for a rest. Amy and Jack arrived about the same time. We sat, and talked again, two separate conversations as before, Amy with Jack, and Kevin with me, because the music was just too loud. Jack signaled for another round of drinks. I tried to get Amy's attention, but couldn't seem to get her to understand I was ready to leave. After we'd rested, talked, and finished our third drink, the guys asked us to dance again, and before I could say anything, Jack had already led Amy away, and Kevin was standing beside me expectantly. This time, the dancing picked up where the last had left off, Kevin held me very close. I decided not to fight it, and just went with the flow.

After several dances, both slow and fast, I plead aching feet due to the heels, so Kevin gallantly lead me back to our table. We sat and talked through another two songs before Jack and Amy came back hand in hand, laughing over something Jack had said.

Before long, Amy signaled me, and told Jack and Kevin that it had been great, but it was time we were going. They seemed disappointed, but quickly offered us a ride home. Amy demurred, saying we had our own car, but thank-you very much. I told Kevin that I had a wonderful time, and thanked him for the dances and the drinks. He lifted my hand, and gently kissed the back of it. I restrained the urge to jerk my hand away, not knowing if that urge was based on disgust at being kissed by a man, embarrassment at having Amy see the kiss, or the tingle that started at the point of contact and worked its way up my arm. I know my face must have been as red as my dress.

We managed to make it to our car and headed home. Thankfully, Amy stayed silent for the drive, but I felt sure we were going to have a little talk when we got to bed.

I was right. After we had undressed, cleaned off our makeup, brushed our teeth, donned our baby dolls and climbed into bed, there was an awkward silence, but I knew that wouldn't last long. I was torn between yelling at Amy for getting us into that position, and mumbling an embarrassed apology for my behavior with Kevin when Amy stopped my thoughts cold with her opening remark.

"You looked really good out there dancing with Kevin." She paused and looked down, blushing.

I was trying to decide between a shocked retort and an angry accusation for getting me into the situation when I heard myself say, "It felt pretty nice, too." I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth!

I think I shocked Amy, too, because she jerked her head back up, even while her cheeks continued to glow red.

As soon as it really penetrated my mind what I had said, my mouth opened in shock, and tears welled up in my eyes. One great sob burst forth from my throat, followed by a stream of tears from my eyes, then constant wracking sobs as I tried to burrow into the mattress, to hide myself from Amy.

In an instant, Amy was cradling me in her arms, stroking, whispering her love, and waiting for the storm to pass. And eventually it did. Eventually. When I was finally cried out, Amy pulled back from me just enough to raise my head and look into my eyes. There was a look of unending love in her eyes, but I think there was a touch of fear as well. I knew that there was a great deal of fear in me right at that moment.

She gently kissed me on each eye, then the tip of my nose, and then, finally, lingeringly, on my lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

I searched her eyes a moment, then looked down. "I'm not sure I can."

"Honey, you know you can always talk about anything, ANYTHING, with me."

"Oh, I know that Amy. It's not that. It's just that I don't know what I think right now, so there is no way to put it into words."

We clung to each other a while, then Amy hesitantly said "Honey, are we going too far with this? Do we need to call this whole thing off? Baby, you know how important it is to me that you and Sandy get along. But you, James, are the most important thing in the whole world to me. More important than Sandy or Sandy's friendship. More important even than life. I will not, repeat WILL NOT, take a chance on losing you. Not for anything. Not for anyone."

As she said this, tears started leaking out of my eyes again, and I burrowed my head against her luscious breasts. "I know, I know," I wailed. "If I said the same words to you, they would be no less true. I love you more than anything. But, I don't know. Somehow, something was different tonight. It's like someone picked up the world and set it down cockeyed. Things that should have scared or disgusted me were not just acceptable, but, um, nice. And that really scares me."

We were both still scared. I know I was, and I could feel it from Amy. We made love that night with more than just a little desperation, and I wondered what the future would bring.

Sunday, September 27

We never even dressed Sunday. We hardly let each other out of our sight. There was a soothing quality to the time that we spent doing nothing in particular, eating, playing games, watching TV. It was a reaffirmation of our love, and of our commitment to live our lives together, come what may. By that evening I think the worst of the fear was washed away.

Monday, September 28

I had a midmorning appointment with Sandy to monitor my changes, so I got up early and went for my walk. I was still wearing my corset most of the time, but it was tightened to the limits now, and did not feel all that tight to me. I decided I needed a new one if I wanted to continue to get results from it.

Paul was waiting at this usual spot when I passed the second time around, and fell in step beside me. I kidded him about getting lazy, and that I had already made the circuit once, but he pointed out that I had gotten an earlier start than usual, and it was even now the time we had met in the past. The conversation flowed easily, and I mused that this was much more natural than had I been trying to talk to Paul as a man.

Paul asked "So, if I remember correctly, last time we met you said you were a pretty fair computer consultant, right?"

I looked up into his face, wondering where this was going. "Yes, I am a consultant, and I think I do OK. Why?"

"Well, SammaTech is looking for someone to do a little consulting work for us, and when the subject came up last week, I thought of you. Now, I don't know that there is a match between the work and your skills, but would you be interested in sending us a resume?"

Now, generally I would jump at the chance. A consultant's greatest asset is her base of contacts. The more satisfied customers, the more chance of having work available when the consultant has the time. But given my present condition, I didn't think it was the best idea right now, so I said "I am kind of stacked up on work right at the moment, so if you are looking for someone soon, I think I should pass. You should find someone who can handle it on your timetable."

Paul frowned. "Well, that was not the answer I was looking for. We have had very little luck finding someone who could do the job for us, and we are getting kind of desperate. Tell you what, I will give you my card, and you think it over."

"OK. But don't get your hopes up."

He mumbled "Too late."

I was apparently getting results from the walking, as I kept the pace up the entire two laps, and was not even breathing hard when I separated from Paul and went home.

Since the corset was looser, I was able to reach behind and get the laces undone, and shucked it so I could shower and be fully clean when I saw Sandy. Shampoo, conditioner, blow dry, quick comb. I noted I didn't need a shave, the frequency had dropped to every third or forth day. I applied a little blusher, mascara, and lipstick, and called it good. A lightweight skirt in a pale green, with a silk blouse, over my lacey undies. Pass on the hose, a pair of green 3" heels, and I was ready. It may be September, but the weather here in the Southwest is still warm enough for summer clothes. I noted the size of the corset for later.

I breezed out to the car, and drove to Sandy's office. There were a couple other women in the reception area, but that no longer bothered me. I pondered that concept while I was waiting to be called back. The time came, and I was conducted by a nurse to one of the examining rooms. The nurse handed me one of those useless hospital gowns and told me to strip to my panties, which I did after she left.

Sandy came in and we sat and talked for a bit. She seemed more at ease with me than any time since I first met her. I decided that I was doing the right thing for Amy, if this kind of result held. She asked me about any changes in my body and emotions, and I tried to convey what I had observed. She said she was pretty well up-to-date from Amy anyway, but it was useful to compare two points of view, from the inside and the outside, so to speak.

She then went on to a physical examination, poking here, prodding there, asking for feedback of pain or sensitivity. While I sat on the examining table, she had me drop the top of my gown down into my lap, baring my breasts, which she proceeded to examine and manipulate with great concentration. Sandy pointed out what a great shape my boobs had settled into, perky and nicely rounded, with no hint of sag. She pointed out the puffy areoles and enlarging nipples. I had mentioned them, but from my point of view it had been very gradual, so when she pointed it out, I realized how much I had changed. The nipples were easily double the width, the areoles had gone from nickel size to the size of a quarter, and the whole area of it was puffed up maybe an eighth of an inch where they had been basically flat before. The sensitivity had gone from virtually the same as any other spot of skin to having noticeable sensation.

Sandy observed that there may have been some shift in body fat, noting how trim my waist was, but saying that after she had augmented my hips and butt, it would be really hard to judge whether further change had occurred. She did note that I was down 10 lbs. over the last month.

She then talked about the hormone implants, saying they lasted a fixed time, and that it was time for mine to be renewed. She asked if I was still OK with this. I was not about to chance messing up this challenge, no matter how nice she was treating me, so I grinned, and told her definitely. A nurse was dispatched to bring back the same implants that were used the last time, and Sandy inserted them. She noted that it was basically a month to the party, so she would see me next that Monday following Halloween, when we could plan the reversal process. I thought that sounded just fine, I was looking forward to it.

When I left Sandy's office, I would have liked to have stopped in to see Amy, but we were saving my appearance for a surprise at Halloween. I drove to what I had come to think of as Jamie's mall, the one across town we went to in order to avoid being seen by people we know. It was also the only place Jamie had visited a salon, and where most of Jamie's clothes had been purchased. I felt comfortable there, anonymous but attracting lustful or envious attention. I went back to Victoria's Secret, and asked the salesgirl for help with a corset. I told her the old size, and that it was now too large. She was slender, but she groaned enviously when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile. She found a basic white one she thought would work, and I asked if she could help me put it on. I had my faux vagina securely glued in place, so I figured with a little care, my secret would be safe. In the dressing room, she pulled and strained on the laces, pulling it as tight as she could. I could tell it was a lot tighter than the old one could be anymore, but I must have been used to it because it wasn't bothering me at all. She measured my compacted waist and reported it was only 19". She also told me the new corset had about another inch before it reached its limit. I also took one in black and one in a royal blue.

Another quick salad in the food court, then to a jewelry kiosk where I selected several new sets of earrings, the first I had purchased on my own. One set were dangly with several cascading wafers of plastic in red, white and blue that I thought would go great with that bikini Amy had put me in. Then I realized by the time I could have worn it again, I would be back to James. Oh well, they'll look great on Amy with that suit next summer.

Back at home, I spent the afternoon cleaning up my office after that mad rush last week, and installed the latest security fixes on my computer. That chewed up most of the afternoon, and then it was time to put dinner together for Amy.

We had a nice, quiet evening, and when we made it to bed, settled into a slow, languorous lovemaking. I realized that I was not exerting the same urgency in our sex as I had before, and wondered about it. Not that I didn't enjoy sex greatly, but now Amy was almost always the more aggressive partner. I was more content to feel her stroking my body. Her teasing, fondling, and sucking on my breasts brought me as much or more pleasure than penetrating Amy. I knew I should be worried about that, but it just didn't seem that important to me.

Friday, October 2

The week passed with Amy working, me walking in the mornings and puttering the rest of the day, still practicing my woman lessons. Then most evenings were reserved for loving. However, Friday, we noticed a difference. While we both were willing partners, our usual moves, while feeling great, failed to bring me to erection. We tried different things, but ended up settling for bringing each other off with our mouths. Amy noted the fluid I issued was greatly reduced from my pre-hormone days as well.

This did rouse my worry, and when we were snuggling after, I asked Amy about it. I could tell she worried about it too, but tried to reassure me that this was normal for estrogen hormone therapy. She was a little concerned, as this was probably 3 or 4 weeks ahead of what you would normally expect, but there was probably no reason for concern. She did make a mental note to talk to Sandy about it, though.

Saturday, October 3

The weekend was quite calm, with trips to the grocery store, a home improvement store, a quiet dinner out, and a movie. We had fun necking and petting in the last row of the theater until we noticed several people glancing at us, and decided two women making out was a little too much. Amy continued to tweak my impersonation, but it was becoming much less often she could find something to correct. Most of the flaws cropped up when we put ourselves into new and different situations.

Amy found a notice for a women's club sponsored speaker scheduled for Saturday afternoon. She decided it would be good for me to try something different. I was OK with it, but afterward regretted that the topic had been essentially how to keep you man by being a tigress in bed. Of course it was couched in infinitely more polite terms than that, but all the same!

Sunday, October 4

That weekend was the boat show down at the civic center, and Amy thought that since I had spent the time in a gathering of women, the male-dominated trade show would provide a nice balance for me. We cruised the displays, and I was thoroughly disgusted at being treated as completely unknowledgeable by the company reps. I guess the stereotypical treatment of women really does happen. Except for that, most of the men were nice. In the press of bodies, a few extra hands found my tush, but nothing too untoward. I was constantly aware of the many eyes that followed our every move. A couple of times, men tried to pick us up, but for the most part they were easy to outmaneuver.

Monday, October 5

The week ran much as the last. I walked every morning, several times with Paul. He seemed to be making more of an effort to be there when I passed. There were miscellaneous odd jobs around the house, and various tasks in my office trying to be prepared for the next phase of my contract. Cozy dinners with Amy, and affection in bed at night. My erections were still MIA, so the character of our trysts had changed to cuddles, and virtually no sex.

Amy had tried to contact Sandy, but she was out of town the first part of the week.

Wednesday, October 7

While dressing after my walk, I noticed that I seemed to be spilling over the tops of my bra cups. Strange, when did that happen? With nothing specific on the agenda, I decided I would do something about it. After the trip cross town to "my" mall, I found myself once again in Victoria's Secret. The salesgirl approached, and I blushed as I told her I seemed to have had a growth spurt up top, and could she measure my bra size. She led me to a changing room and asked me to remove my top and bra. With deft movements, she took the necessary measurements, the left for a moment to fetch a few bras for me to try. As I tried each one, she carefully adjusted the straps for the best fit, then asked how it felt.

When we finished, I was shocked to find that I was slightly too large for a "D" cup in most brands, though a few fit fairly well. She had tried a couple double-D bras, and they were a little bit too large. I ended up buying a few very pretty bras in each D and DD, concerned that I might soon outgrow the D. On the girls urging, I also bought matching panties, and even a few other things, including a near scandalous baby doll/thong panty set. I was again amazed, and not a little concerned with how much I was getting into this girl thing.

Thursday, October 8

Sandy and Amy met up for lunch as usual on Thursday. Amy was a little strained while discussing Jamie's progress. Especially about the erectile dysfunction. Sandy repeated Amy's argument that ED is normal in hormone therapy, and shouldn't be an issue after the hormones stop. Amy moaned that she missed the physical closeness that accompanied penetration. Sandy talked clinically about her observations Monday of the prior week, and that all seemed in order.

Amy observed "Jamie's breasts seemed to have filled out a little, so they're an even more natural rounded shape. And their sensitivity is up as well."

Sandy joked "Well think how nice that will be after, when she has her erections back. You can have the best of both worlds!"

Amy looked sad. "Will I ever get James back, Sandy? Or have I felt him inside me for the last time, and didn't even know it?"

That pulled Sandy up abruptly. "I don't know. This is just so… so… I don't know. When we talked two weeks ago about this, I was assuming you would have full use of that member past the time she made a decision to continue. This must be so hard for you! Have you got any better feel for how she might go?"

"Why do you keep referring the James as her and she!" Amy growled. "She's a man, and she's my husband, darn it!".

Sigh. "I know Amy, it's just that she's a she right now, and besides, you know how I am about men. I want to keep my thoughts about her positive, and that is so much easier if I refer to her as female. I'm sorry. I know this is awfully hard on you. Things will work out, you'll see."

"I can't tell which way he might jump," Amy said. "He seems to be fitting into the role more and more every day. His behavior is impeccable, and he seems so comfortable. But besides the obvious conclusion that he is transsexual, there is the chance, and a pretty good one, that he is just throwing himself into this role precisely because the outcome is so important to me!"

"I hope that is what it is, for your sake. So, tell me, what have you been doing to let him gain the full feminine experience?"

Amy went through the dinners, movies, shopping in various types of stores, dancing at the club, the museum, women's club and boat show. Sandy thought that sounded pretty good, but there was something still missing.

"What? Amy asked.

"Well, I am hesitant to voice it. But if Jamie does survive, then she will have to make a decision about her sexuality. You know that many, if not most hetero transsexuals will be heterosexual after the change, becoming interested in men, don't you?"

The horror had been growing on Amy's face as Sandy talked. She whispered "Oh, my god!"

Sandy looked on in sympathy, but let Amy have time to think it through. "But what am I supposed to do about that? Get Jamie laid? Oh, Sandy, I can't push him toward a man! That might push him either away from me if he goes back to James, or over the edge to Jamie even if he was not already headed there!"

"Well, I didn't say laid! I just think she needs a little on-on-one time with a man. Maybe a nice date in a controlled environment so there would be no sexual pressure on her."

"This is so hard to know what to do. I just don't know if I should do something like that, and I wouldn't know how to set up something safe anyway."

Sandy paused. "Well, you remember Jerry at work?" Amy nodded and Sandy continued, "Didn't you say he hits on you every once in a while? And you know from working with him that he is pretty nice, and not too pushy. Since you and Jamie are now twins, if you acceded to his request, on the basis of strictly a non-sexual situation, then talked Jamie into going in your place, that could work out." Amy was slowly nodding her head.

"But how do I do that with Jerry when I have used my faithfulness to my husband as the prime reason for refusing?"

"Well, make it clear that you absolutely will not be unfaithful sexually, but that James has been absent this last month, and you could use a little non-threatening male companionship for an evening. After all, its not a lie, Jamie has been here over a month, so James has been away the same time."

"It just about breaks my heart to even think about it, but Jamie has to find her own way to either a new life, or back to James. I'll think about it, but no promises."

"That's good. Just be careful that you make your decisions for Jamie's sake, not what will give you less pain in the short term."

I was unaware of this conversation, but I was well aware of Amy's extra attempts to arouse me for intercourse that night. It was unsuccessful. I awoke later to find Amy crying softly into her pillow, and nothing I said or did could convince her to talk to me, or ease her obvious pain.

Friday, October 9

Amy had still not reached a decision by Friday, but just in case, started carefully cultivating Jerry's attention, so she would have that option.

I walked again, and ran into Paul, as was becoming more the rule than the exception. In the course of the conversation, I mentioned I had to visit a computer store downtown. He said that was right by where he worked, and asked if I would have coffee with him at a little shop by his office building. We had been becoming friends, so I saw no harm in that.

After the walk, I was still trapped in the corset, so I sponged as best I could. The new corsets were tight enough that I was unable to get the laces loose. I donned one of my new lacey bra and panties set, one of the D size that was just tight enough to give an extra emphasis to my endowments. I then added nude pantyhose. I wore a gauzy sun dress in swirled patterns of pale yellows and greens. It would have been totally inappropriate most other places in the country this time of year, but was perfect for here. Beige 4" strappy sandals finished the outfit. I took a little more time with my hair and makeup, doing a more elaborate job with foundation and eye shadow in addition to my more normal mascara, eye liner and blush. I carefully outlined my lips with the lip liner, and filled in with a frosty pink lipstick, glossed for that wet look. I took the time to remove my nail polish and replace it on toes and fingers with polish to match my lips. I couldn't figure out why I was taking such care when I was only visiting a computer store, and would incidentally see my walking buddy.

I had a salad in a Sweet Tomatoes on the way down, did my thing at the computer store, then searched out the coffee shop, arriving right on time at 2:00. Paul walked in a minute later, dressed in sharp slacks, and a nice shirt with collar open, no tie and no jacket, respecting the local climate. He smiled when he saw me, and joined me at the table. I ordered a non-fat latte, and he had cappuccino. We talked and enjoyed the coffee.

When we finished, he invited me in to see his office. I glanced at my watch, looking for a reason to leave, but it was early yet, so I shyly agreed. He ushered me into his building, then up to the fifth floor, where his office was. He showed me around, and introduced me to some of his co-workers. About the time I was ready to leave, two men walked up.

One said "So this is the consultant you have been telling us about, Paul?"

And I realized I had been set up. I looked at Paul. He looked abashed, but said "Yes, this is she. Jamie, may I present Mr. Johnson, my boss, and also Steve, from IT."

Even if I don't look like myself, I have a definite work ethic with customers and potential customers. I squared my shoulders, reached my hand out for a feminine handshake, and said "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Johnson." Turning to another handshake, "And you also Steve. Paul asked me for a resume, but I don't have one with me. And as I told Paul, I have about all the business I can handle right now."

Mr. Johnson took charge, "Don't be so quick to turn us down. Come on into a conference room for a minute, and let's exchange a little information."

For the next half hour, they told me their needs in general terms, and I told them the type of work I did, and some vague details about some of my past projects. Things went really well, I was a good match for what they needed, and they were impressed with me. I just didn't want to take on work as Jamie.

Mr. Johnson asked if I could tell him the names of some of the companies I had worked for. Reluctantly I mentioned a few of the more obscure ones.

Mr. Johnson perked up and said "Oh, you worked for Scanlon Industrial? Was it for Bob Jamison, by any chance?"

I was so surprised, that I squeaked yes before I could backpedal.

He said "I know Bob. We play golf together. He told me about this fantastic consultant that solved that problem they were having a couple years ago. That must be you. I must say, I am impressed. And Bob has a very high opinion of you. Tell me, is there anything I can do to entice you to take on our project?"

"I'm sorry, but I have more work than I can handle right at the moment."

Too bad I couldn't pursue it. I would be back to James before this could go anywhere, but I couldn't tell them that.

Then inspiration struck. "How about if I have my partner get back with you in say 3 weeks? He normally handles the business aspects of the work, and we cooperate on the development. He has worked on all those projects I spoke of right along with me. Would that work OK?"

Mr. Johnson smiled, and Paul absolutely beamed. "That would be great. Three weeks is stretching it a little, but could still meet our timeframe. Especially since we have no viable options."

So we exchanged contact information, but I cautioned them not to contact James until next month at the earliest. There is just no way I could talk in James' voice right now.

As Paul walked me out, I sadly wondered what it might be like working with Paul as James, and not letting slip that I know him a lot better than James should!

I rushed to get home to start dinner, but arrived just after Amy. I apologized, but she said that was OK, we weren't eating in tonight, then shooed me into our room to get gussied up for a night on the town.

Amy suddenly realized how I was dressed, and commented on how nice I looked. She asked why. I blushed and told here about meeting Paul walking, and then talking to his boss today about doing consulting work for their company. She was surprised that I would do that dressed as Jamie, so I told her of my strategy of deferring any more contact till my "partner" James could handle the business negotiations. That got a grin out of her.

We got dolled up in some of Amy's nicest (and sexiest) outfits, and headed off to dinner. Afterward, we found a different dance club, for which I was thankful, as it reduced the chances of running into Jack and Kevin again.

The evening was pleasant. We did not hook up with anyone in particular, as we had on the last two occasions, rather sitting at a table together, talking and sipping drinks. We were asked frequently to dance, and accepted most of the offers. I was now strangely comfortable with that situation, but even more so since none of my partners got the chance to be as possessive as Kevin had been. It was late when we returned home, and we quickly cleaned up and went to bed, falling asleep almost the moment our heads touched the pillows.

Saturday, October 10

The weekend was open, so I talked Amy into visiting a local health club. I was feeling so good from the walking, that I decided it would be good to do a more complete exercise program. I also wanted to entice Amy into doing the same. Not that she was fat, by any means, but I was so pleased at how my copy of her figure had improved over the past couple weeks, I was eager to see the same enhancements in her.

She was not convinced, so we did not join outright. Sensing one easy customer and another teetering on the fence, they offered us a trial one week membership, which I quickly accepted before Amy could turn it down. A dragged her off to a sporting goods store, and we bought a couple leotards in bright colors, some shorts, leggings, and cross trainers. We then stopped by home and picked up the same bikinis we had used at the water park. I realized I would get a chance to wear my new coordinated earrings with my patriotic suit after all.

Despite Amy's reluctance, we stopped for a light lunch, then returned to the fitness center. As part of the enticement, our trial membership included some consultation with a personal trainer. We were in luck, one was available. This was great, since neither Amy nor I knew where to begin. We dressed in the dressing room, and I was amused that it seemed I was more comfortable in our skimpy exercise clothes than Amy.

The trainer was a hunk! His name was Julian, and he is just the kind of guy many women go goo-goo-eyed over. Fortunately Amy had a loving hubby, and was more level-headed than that. And me? Well, I'm not really a woman, now am I? Not that all those rippling muscles didn't do something to me. I'm just not sure what.

He described the goals and methods of safe, healthy training, and then walked us through a cycle on the impressive array of fitness machines. Well, I thought I had gotten into better shape with my walking. I soon learned otherwise. Amy fared no better. After Julian finally let us go, we went back to the locker room and changed into the bikinis, then made use of the Olympic sized pool. Amy noticed the new red, white, and blue earrings right off, and commented on how they were adorable with the almost not there bikini of the same colors.

She gazed at me appraisingly, then commented on how healthy and attractive I was looking. I think maybe she was getting into the idea that since my copy of her body could look so great, maybe it was worth her while to do the same for her original. Between the pool, the spa, and the sauna, we didn't get out of the club until dinner time. We made our way home and threw together a light supper, then collapsed on the couch, both of us deliciously exhausted. Some time later, Amy shook me awake and told me it was time for bed.

We cleaned up and got ready for bed. Since our lovemaking had taken a sabbatical, I had taken to wearing the vagina/gaff nearly full time. There was very little reason to take it off, as I was able to pee while wearing it, albeit sitting down. It was so much easier to have a genuine feminine shape down there, like when I wore the leotard and the bikini. We cuddled for a few minutes in bed, but were so tired we dropped off quickly.

Sunday, October 11

We both woke a little stiff and sore, but as soon as we got moving, we were fine. I cajoled Amy into returning to the fitness club again. After all, we only had a week to try it out, and most of that week she would be working full time.

This time, the free trainer assigned to us was Eduardo. He had the sleek, well muscled body of a swimmer. He did not have the bulk of Julian, but he was impressive, none the less. The circuit went about the same as the day before, maybe a bit harder with our tired muscles. Darn, I was hoping for some really impressive results really quick. Oh well, a girl can dream, can't she?

Today we brought one piece suits. Amy had two identical suits from her days on the swim team in college. They both had really high cut leg openings, and low cut backs. They were made of a sleek, shiny, royal blue material that clings like a second skin. We stood side by side in front of the mirror. Amy studied our reflections, and I think decided her body came off second best. She did comment on my larger boobs, and I said that yeah, I had been noticing them. She seemed a little worried about it.

Monday, October 12

I went out for my walk, and was not at all surprised to see Paul waiting for me. We walked in silence for a while.

"Look, Jaime, I am sorry about setting you up last week. It's just that I like you. A lot. And I wanted to see more of you. So I thought I could kill two birds with one stone — get you some more consulting work, and give me a chance to be around you."

My cheeks were flame colored by the time he finished. I couldn't look him in the eye. "Paul, please don't. I am in a permanent relationship with someone who means the world to me. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I am off the market, so to speak."

"Oh. Um. Err. Gee, Jaime. I'm sorry. You never mentioned anything. I apologize if I overstepped the bounds."

I grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop and swing him around to face me. I took both his hands and looked him in the eye. "No, Paul. Don't apologize. It's not you fault, it's mine. I guess I am so secure in my relationship that I don't think about what I project to others. You are a very attractive man, Paul, both your body and your personality. I am flattered that you have an interest in me, but I just can't."

He looked a little sad. "Is it James, your partner?"

"No Paul, not James. Please, I would rather not talk about it right now. Let's just finish the walk." Which is what we did, in silence. I had really put a damper on what I thought was a budding friendship. Before I split off to head home, I said "I'm sorry, Paul. If this changes things, and you are no longer interested in my consulting services, I understand. Good bye."

"Wait Jamie. No, this will not affect that! We will talk again, I promise."

Tuesday, October 13

Tuesday I did not see Paul while walking, and felt a bit sad. Was there something more there that I didn't want to examine too closely?

Back at home and cleaned up, I realized how short I was on clean clothes, so I started the wash. By the time Amy came home, I had it about half done. A lot had built up recently!

Wednesday, October 14

I had the laundry finally finished by the time Amy came home, with hers stacked neatly on the bed so she could put it away as she wanted it. Shortly after she had gone to the bedroom to don casual clothes for the evening, she called me into our room.

"What's this?" She asked, holding up one of the new DD bras I had bought.

"Oops, guess I got that in the wrong stack, sorry." And took it to put away with my things.

"Why are you wearing a double D bra these days?" she asked, gazing intently at my chest. "I had noticed you seemed a bit bigger, but I had no idea!"

"Well yeah, I've noticed me changing for the last several weeks, and your bras just don't fit right anymore. So I bought some that fit, and the girl said I was a generous D, not quite a DD. I figured if I was changing that fast, I would probably need the DD before the party."

Amy grinned. "They do look pretty good on me. Now I see why you dreamed about me being bustier." Then her look turned serious. "But you shouldn't be having this rapid a response to the hormones. I think we need to do something about this. For now, I am taking you off the pills immediately. I am meeting Sandy for lunch tomorrow, why don't you join us. Sandy hasn't seen much of you recently." She told me what time and where.

She continued, "I made an appointment at 'our' salon for after work tomorrow. It's time for me to do my change for the party. Why don't you meet me over there about 7:30 and a couple of fun-loving, carefree blondes (that's us) will grab a late dinner together!"

"Huh? Oh yeah, it had slipped my mind that you were going dumb blonde too. Must be getting pretty close to the party already. I'm looking forward to having this over!"

"Hey, watch it with the dumb blonde thing, OK? I'll leave that to you, and I'll be the smart blonde." she joked.

Thursday, October 15

Traffic made me a few minutes late arriving for lunch, and Sandy and Amy were deep in discussion as I approached. Neither saw me until I pulled out my chair to sit down. They stopped talking, I could tell it had been about me, and greeted me warmly. Sandy asked me to stand again and twirl for her. She scanned my body critically, then motioned for me to sit.

She turned to Amy. "I see what you mean. She has really developed a rack! Funny how it sneaks up on you when you see it every day. It's been a while for me, and it really jumped out at me."

Amy smirked, "Yes, but I look pretty good that way, don't I? Lots of tits and ass!" Which made me turn crimson.

Sandy started in thoughtfully "I'm glad you think so, because we have a little problem. When I see you two together, the size difference is so obvious, no one will ever think she is you at the party."

Amy responded "So? What are you driving at?"

"Well, the plan has always been to remove Jamie's implants after the party. If I removed them now, she wouldn't be exactly flat chested, but she would just as obviously be not you. Also, the removal procedure, while not major surgery, would leave Jamie bruised and sore through the party. Kind of a problem with your costumes. Alternatively, I could replace the current implants with smaller ones, then remove those afterward, but not only is the pain and bruising issue even worse than simple removal, that would be a lot of trauma to Jamie's chest over a very short period. I wouldn't recommend it unless Jamie wanted to stay this way for another 6 months or so."

I piped in here "What!" but the both ignored my outburst.

Amy calmly said "So, I take it you have an alternative?"

Sandy hesitated, the quietly said "Yeah."

Amy persisted, "From your behavior, I am not going to like this, right?"

Sandy looked up. "Well, maybe, but then again maybe not. You just said how great your body looked on Jamie with the current 'improvements'. How would you like to try those improvements on for a few weeks?" Sandy was grinning crookedly.

"What, you mean me get implants! I just don't know, Sandy."

"Same deal. I got you into this, so no charge, and if you want them out later, no charge for that either."

"What about my bruising and tenderness?" Amy asked. "Won't that interfere with the party?"

"Nope, remember Jamie healed easily within two weeks, and it would be even easier for you, as it would be a very small implant."

I stuck in my two cents worth, "I think you ought to do it. Give you just a tiny taste of what you have put me through. Besides," I smirked, hefting a boob in each hand, "these ought to like really nice on you."

That got a laugh out of both of them, and after a moment I joined in.

"OK. OK. You win, I can't fight you both! So how do we work this, I can't take time off work like Jamie has been able to, lucky broad!"

Sandy went into planning mode. "Ok, can you get off just a bit early tomorrow?"

Amy's response was that she usually tried not to schedule late appointments on Friday, so she could be away by 3:00. The plan was for her to pop directly over to Sandy's office, and the new improved version would be out by 5:00. I would give her a ride home, even though that was probably not necessary.

Sandy turned serious again. "Jamie, we were talking just before you came. The amount of physical change you have shown, possibly emotional change as well, is not usual for this early in estrogen therapy. I want you to come back to the office with me so I can take some more blood samples. We need to see what's what."

After lunch, Amy headed back to her office, and I accompanied Sandy to hers. She drew the samples, and said she would have results by the time Amy came in the next day.

I was at loose ends for the afternoon. I didn't feel like sitting at home, so I wandered downtown looking for something interesting. When I realized I had wandered to the area of Paul's office, I pulled his card out of my purse and called him on the cell phone, and offered to buy him a cup of coffee. I was afraid he would refuse after our last meeting, but he agreed, and I met him the same time, the same shop as before.

I was a little uncomfortable at first, not knowing where we stood with each other, but it wasn't long before Paul put me at ease, and our conversation started to flow as smoothly as before. I was strangely relieved, and not a little curious about why it mattered so much to me.

After we said goodbye, I wandered over to 'Jamies Mall' and window shopped. Well, I must admit, I bought a few things, including some really sexy super sized bras for Amy, for after tomorrow. Finally it was time, and I wandered to the beauty salon. I waited a few minutes, then saw Amy stand out of one of the chairs, and stare in amazement in the mirror. I slipped up behind her, and gasped. Staring back at us from the mirror were the sexiest blonde twins I had seen in a long time. Of course, it was plainly evident that the boob fairy had been a bit more generous with one than the other. But other than that, anyone would have been hard pressed to tell the difference. She spun around to me and engulfed me in her arms, giggling excitedly.

"Well, what you think, sis?" she said. "Lookin pretty hot, don't you think?"

All I could do is shake my head and agree, "Pretty hot."

We had an enjoyable light dinner at a quiet little restaurant tucked into a corner of the mall. It seems like I am getting that a lot recently, the 'light dinner' thing. But I must admit, it was doing great things for Amy's body that I am currently wearing. Not bad on Amy's own body, either. She had dropped a few pounds in some places that gave even more emphasis to her fantastic curves since we started being more careful about food. I still thought I needed to get her started exercising on a regular basis, though.

At one point during the meal, she teared up, and paused a moment. "Jamie, I have done something we need to talk about when we get home. In fact, two somethings." But she wasn't ready to talk, and after a feeble try to get her to, I decided I had to wait for home.

At home, Amy suggested it was time for bed, even though it was still early. I figured she was going to feel better telling me in the dark, while we cuddled.

In an attempt to cheer her up, I pulled out the baby doll set I had bought a while back. The one too revealing for a whore to wear? I figured this would shake her up a bit, maybe get a laugh out of her. But I was really looking forward to James seeing her in it when he returned.

Amy beat me to bed, so I came strutting out of the bathroom, and struck a pose for her. I didn't get the laugh I had hoped for, she just looked more worried about the upcoming talk. So I shrugged, and climbed into bed with her. She did not seem in a hurry to talk, so I started caressing and massaging, and trying really hard to connect with her.

She eventually opened up. "Jamie, I… This is so hard! After seeing you dressed like that, I feel a little better about this first part." She turned toward me and took my hands in hers, looking me deep in the eye. "Jamie, I have been so worried about what I have so selfishly done to you. I keep searching to see if my James is still there, somewhere, but I can't see him any more. I am afraid I helped uncover something that I wish I'd never found." By this time tears were trickling down both her cheeks.

"Hush, my love." I crooned softly. "James is still here. And you are still the most important person in the world to him."

Amy worked up a tiny smile, but the tears continued to flow. "Oh, I hope so. I miss him so much! But anyway, we need to… I need to find out for sure. If there was something there, hidden, we can't just try to bury it again. It could destroy you, or us. So I have made you an appointment with Dr. Simmons. Rick is the psychologist in our group who oversees the treatment of most of our transsexual patients. He is very good. If there is anything there to find, he will work through it with us. If not, then we can both feel better about this. For the first visit, next Tuesday, we will both talk to him. No matter how that one goes, he will want to see you regularly until you get changed back, and get past the emotional upheaval."

"Frankly, I have had a few areas of concern myself. I am not sure about seeing a psychologist, but if you trust him, and you feel you need it, I agree.

"Thank you, my love. I really need to know." She quieted, burrowed down next to me, and started idly playing with my breasts. It felt so good, but I could tell there was something else on her mind.

Gently, "What else, Amy?" as I held her wrists immobile.

She looked so unsure of herself, so unlike the confident self-sufficient woman I adored. "I have done something I am afraid you will hate me for." she said in a trembling voice.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't you know by now, even after all this, there is nothing you could do to make me hate you."

She blurted "I've made a date for you tomorrow night."

I must say, that one stopped me cold. Before I could respond the words started tumbling out of Amy's mouth, hardly stopping for a breath, never giving me a chance to speak, till the whole story had spilled out.

"There's this guy, Jerry, who's part of our group. You've met him, Dr. Fredricks. He has been hitting on me good-naturedly for a couple years, and I have just as good-naturedly turned him down. Every time. Every single time. Till now. Honey, I swear to you that I have never, not once, been unfaithful to you. I have had meetings with men, one on one, evenings or weekends that some might have twisted into dates, but I have never considered them so. And there has never been untoward behavior by me. Jerry is very persistent in a non-pushy sort of way. I need to know about you, honey, so I decided to set you up in a one on one 'date' with Jerry. He thinks it is me, but it is you who will go, pretending to be me. I have made it very clear that there will be nothing sexual about this date. That I still love and am faithful to my husband, but I have been lonely lately, as James has not been around. So he is picking you up tomorrow at 7:00."

The rush of words stopped, but my head was still spinning. "Date? Jerry? Me?" I couldn't get any more thoughts together. My wife was arranging dates for me! With men! I think I am going bonkers.

Amy freed her hands and started doing delicious things to my breasts again. As my mind started to clear from the string of jolts it had just received, it started clouding with the desire Amy was arousing. One of her hands slipped down and stroked my vagina, in just the spot she had learned brought wonderful sensations to my encased cock through the silicone.

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"No, Darling, as I have already said, there is no way I could hate you. I am at a loss about why this particular thing, but I don't hate you." I paused. "Maybe I can make something positive out of this." Now I got a devilish little grin on my face. "I don't much like the idea of guys hitting on my wife, and I really don't like it when they don't take no for an answer. Maybe I can really bring that home to this little twerp!"

"Now, Jamie, you're me for this outing, don't you get me into trouble over this. I have to continue to work with Jerry, you know."

"Trust me." I don't think that made here feel any better.

Amy drifted off to sleep, but I lay awake a long time thinking this through. I had a good idea how I wanted to handle Jerry, but was concerned that my growing passivity would interfere. I hope we learn something from those blood tests Sandy is running.

Friday, October 16

The only thing of note that happened early in the day Friday was when I answered the phone.

"Hello."

There as a pause, then Amy's mom's voice, "Amy, is everything OK? What are you doing home this time of day, sweetheart?"

I was flustered. Amy's mom thought I was Amy! What to do. I obviously can't explain. And Amy has no twin sister that could be visiting. Oh well, just blunder through. "Hi, mom. James is a bit under the weather, and I stopped home to see how he is doing. I have to be back to the office shortly."

"Oh, nothing serious, I hope!"

That brought a smile to my face. Nothing more serious than her son-in-law now being a dead ringer for her daughter, breast implants, hormones, cosmetic surgery, behavioral modification. "No, mom, nothing serious. He should be right as rain real soon now. I think it is from overwork, he spent some serious time on his job last week."

"Yes, that boy does have a tendency to overdo at times. Well, I was just calling to see about getting together next week. It's been so long since we've seen you two."

"Um, well, Mom, things are real busy right now for both James and I. Any chance we can do it after Halloween?" She was agreeable, said she understood. We went on to finalize the details, then I begged off saying I was due back at work.

Before I forgot anything, I called Amy. Wonder of wonders, she was not with a patient, so I could talk to her, not her machine. I quickly detailed the mistaken identity, my excuse, the plan for next month. Amy then related the reactions to her new blonde locks. Apparently there were mixed reactions from her coworkers, but mostly positive. Jerry seemed to be definitely on the positive side. Amy had another patient, so had to go, saying she'd see me at shortly after 3:00.

I made a point of being early to Sandy's office, and it turned out Amy was a little late. This gave Sandy and me a chance to talk. Well, the news was not good from my point of view. My female hormones were sky high, way higher than transsexual patients normally get, higher even than girls in puberty. And the androgen blockers were apparently way high as well, as my free testosterone was far lower than it should be, maybe even lower than had I been castrated. Sandy was concerned about the long term effects, and on my ability to become a fertile male again. Wonderful. I talked her into not telling Amy about this right now, as she was under enough stress about my lost masculinity, without having that kind of detail. We agreed she would just report the hormone levels were high, and I should stop the pills, which we had done anyway.

With Amy coming, we decided not to explore it right now, but arranged for me to come back to her office tomorrow. About then, the nurse showed Amy in, so the topic was dropped. Amy was informed that my hormone levels were high, and that I should stop the pills. She said we already had, and the discussion shifted to Amy's procedure.

Sandy started with "Now about your enhancement, is this temporary, or permanent, because we have some options to discuss."

Amy looked at me, but I gestured that it was her call. "I don't think I want to commit to permanent. Jamie looks great, and I am looking forward to looking like that, but not sure I would like it long term."

"The reason I ask is that we have a new procedure. It is a gel substance with hormones and growth enhancers. The gel fills out the breast immediately, and is slowly absorbed into the tissue, stimulating it to grow and fill in to create a more natural enhancement. It has been in testing for years, with very good results, and we have finally been given the go ahead for limited use. You are a good candidate for it, and the really big advantage is there is no surgery, so no bruising or much in the way of pain. Mainly just a feeling of tightness in the breast, much like a new mother feels as her milk comes in. This way, by tomorrow evening, Sunday at the latest, you won't even know we did anything. Except, that is, for the increased attention you will get from men."

Amy asked me to stand up, and slowly turn. She checked my body over, trying to make up her mind if she was willing to commit to looking like I do. She asked me again, and I grinned a little, and said if she chose to, I would fully support her decision, and made a little hefting gesture with my hands. That got a giggle from her.

"All right, let's do it. I wasn't looking forward to the recovery time anyway."

"Just be warned," Sandy cautioned, "this isn't totally free from discomfort. You won't feel like doing much for the next day, maybe two."

Sandy led us to an examining room, and sent her nurse for the necessary supplies. Amy dropped her top, and took off her bra, revealing to me her beautiful upper body. Sandy had her lie back and poked and probed her breasts, studying them carefully. She then had the nurse swab Amy's entire breast area with alcohol, then a topical anesthetic, as the needles required were rather large. I moved beside Amy, and took her hand, squeezing it comfortingly. She looked at me with love in her eyes, then jerked slightly as Sandy inserted the first needle. She worked her way around Amy's breasts, evenly injecting the solution, then stepped back to study the result so far.

"I've measured out the correct amount to target the DD size Jaime's breasts will be in the next week or so, but I have not injected it all yet. I need to study a bit and chose injection sites for the most even distribution. The gel does an amazing job of redistributing for a smooth natural look, but I like to give it all the help I can."

She than made 3 more injections in each breast, and told the nurse to help Amy into a special shaping/support bra the nurse had retrieved with the other supplies. Amy pulled her top on, and tried to stand. It's a good thing I was close, as she wobbled a bit.

"Changes the balance a bit, I guess." She said with a grin. I held her steady while she got her balance. Sandy gave us after-care instructions, then let us leave. I drove Amy home, as I didn't want to take any chances. We could pick up her car tomorrow.

It was about 5:30 when we got home, so I only had an hour and a half to get ready for my date. Amy and I went to the bedroom. She stripped to bra and panties, and climbed in bed, claiming fatigue, and a slight nausea. But she watched from bed, and made suggestions. Well, it was more like ordering me around, directing me to do this, then that. After all, she said, it was Amy going on the date, so she had to help dress me as authentically as possible.

I dressed in all Amy's clothes, except the shoes and bras, which didn't fit. She first laced on one of my newer corsets, and tugged the laces, noting finally that she had pulled it to its limit. My waist really was getting tiny! This was followed by a plum colored demi-bra that left a huge amount of cleavage showing, and matching lacy thong panties. She had me add a matching garter belt, and feed the garters down through my panties, for easy access in the restroom, she said. Then came the sheer black seamed stockings, which were caught up to the garters. She insisted on inspecting the seams to ensure they were straight.

She advised me on what, how much, and the colors of makeup I was to use, until I had a bold but slightly understated look, with plum eye shadow, slightly more intense eye liner than I was used to, and a deep plum lipstick. She stripped and polished my toe and finger nails to match.

She directed me to fetch my 4" black pumps, but got up herself to go to the closet to get the dress she had in mind. This was one I don't remember, a plum colored dress of a supple light fabric that hugged every curve I had. The slightly full skirt ended mid-thigh, and was about the shortest I had ever worm. It would swirl out with any quick turns, but was not so full as to let too much be seen. It had a scoop neck that showed off more boob than Amy had had before this afternoon. I felt really indecent.

Amy pulled out large silver hoop earrings, a silver choker with a heart dangling from the front, several silver hoops that turned out to be bracelets for my right wrist, and a very dainty silver watch for my left. She left my fingers bare of rings. I wondered if there was significance to that omission. After all, Jerry would know Amy wore our wedding ring most of the time. Then she dabbed some of her perfume between my breasts, on the pulse points below my ears and at my wrists, and on the back of my knees.

We had about 10 minutes left when we finished. Pretty good for a girl getting dressed, huh? Amy pulled me to the bed and sat me down carefully. She then climbed up beside me and curled her legs under herself, so she could sit facing me.

She grinned and said to me, "Lookin good, Amy!" Oh, yeah, I was being her tonight. Mental note, don't forget that! Then Amy turned serious. "Look honey. I hope you will be OK with this. I know it seems kind of strange, since I have never gone on a date except with you since we were married, and now, here, I have set you up with one. I want you to know that I consider this a hiatus from our marriage. Whatever happens tonight, it is what you need, and what I need, to try to figure all this out. Nothing that happens will count as infidelity." I started to protest, but Amy held her finger to my lips to hush me. "This has gotten so out of hand. I spoke with Rick Simmons about this, before I made your appointment with him. He felt it was very important for you to experience as much of womanhood as possible before you go back to James. This whole challenge may be your only chance, and it would be terrible to have regrets after it is too late. So I want you to promise me, Jamie. Promise me! Promise that you will BE a woman tonight. Experience. Live. Really feel how a woman feels around a man. I'm not saying to go to bed with Jerry. But I'm absolutely not going to tell you not to, either. Do what feels right for the woman you are right now. Do it for you. Do it for me!" A single tear slipped down her cheek.

I leaned across and kissed it away, then gently kissed each eye, and her mouth. "I am confused about all this, but I love you. You feel this is important, so I will go with your wishes, but I will not do anything that feels uncomfortable. There is no way I would have sex with a man, I guess maybe I cannot believe in myself as a women enough to do that. But I will play the role to the best of my abilities, and try to gain what I can from the experience. Just remember, man or woman, you are my one true love. Always."

Another tear or two leaked from Amy's eyes, and I was having trouble not dripping as well. But I managed to save my makeup.

The bell rang, and it was show time. This was going to be one tough act.

I gathered my courage, and found a smile somewhere before I opened the door. Jerry looked very nice, and just a bit nervous. He perked up a lot when he saw me, then whistled appreciatively. He then glanced around sheepishly, and asked if James was around. I fought the urge to giggle, and told him there as no problem. He took my arm, and led me to his car. When he opened the car, and was about to help me in, he suddenly pulled me toward him and kissed me quickly, full on the lips. He quickly slid me into the car and almost ran around to his side to get in, then drove quickly away.

Oh my, this was not going according to plan at all. It took me a while to piece my thoughts back together. Finally I felt I could speak without falling apart, and said as forcefully as Amy's melodic voice allowed "Jerry, I thought I made it clear that this evening was not like that! I still love James very much, and I will not be unfaithful. I should just make you take me home!"

Jerry looked contrite. "I'm sorry Amy, it's just that you are so damned beautiful tonight, and when I saw you without your wedding ring, I guess I got the wrong idea. Please, let's just go on like that didn't happen and enjoy each others company for the evening."

I seemed to relent. "OK, but behave yourself!" But I was wondering why I was not too bothered by the kiss.

Jerry perked up. "I really love what you've done with your hair! That color is fantastic on you." I blushed. "And if you don't mind my mentioning, I could have sworn that you weren't that well endowed last time I saw you."

I giggled. "I had a visit with the boob fairy this afternoon. She goes by the name of Sandy these days. I have a friend that I was jealous of in that department, and when Sandy told me about a new treatment they have, I decided to go for it." I stuck out my chest, and turned it a bit from side to side. "You like?"

"Yes, I like very much. Very, very much!"

We went to a classy little bistro Amy and I hadn't been to before. There were lots of quiet secluded booths, perfect for conversation, or more romantic pursuits. I laid the ground rule that I was off work, and I didn't want to talk about it. I hoped that would keep me from being tripped up by something that Jerry and Amy both knew about from work, but I didn't. So we talked about movies, and books, the circus that politics had become, and the clowns that inhabit it. Jerry was easy to talk to. I found that we shared a taste in books. I tried to be careful, as Amy's taste is similar, but diverges somewhat. We had similar political views. We had visited and enjoyed or disliked some of the same parts of this country, and the world. Dinner was surprisingly enjoyable, good wine, good food, good wine, good conversation, more good wine, good company. I was feeling pretty lucky that I had snagged Amy before she met Jerry, or I might have had serious competition. He did seems pretty taken with me, err Amy. Whoever! I thought back on my ideas from the other night on how to use this date to steer Jerry away from Amy. They didn't seem so hot right about now.

After dinner, we went to a little jazz club. Amy loves jazz, and I guess Jerry knew that. We sat at a small table near the back wall, where we had a pretty good view of the stage, and where we could hear each other talk, but still appreciate the music. We sipped drinks, and listened to jazz, or talked as the mood directed us. The group was pretty good. We talked through a couple of breaks they took, and enjoyed the sets of music in between. I don't remember how many drinks I had, but when we got up to leave, I was really feeling no pain. Jerry supported me unobtrusively so I didn't fall off of my towering heels.

We got back in Jerry's car, then drove to a secluded spot overlooking the lights of the city. The evening was a delightful temperature, so we rolled the windows down, looked at the spectacular light display and talked some more. I leaned my head back for a moment, and must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was this amazing sensation coming from my breasts. As the wool from my nap cleared, my arousal grew. I felt my dress slip off my shoulder, and then my bra going loose. Then there was a jolt of electricity as Jerry sucked my nipple into his mouth. This felt so good, so different than being with Amy, I just could not rouse myself to stop it, even though I knew it was wrong.

I felt Jerry's caress my inner thigh, which set off an alarm bell. His hand moved higher. Although I had my false vagina firmly in place, I didn't want to test just how well it stood up to tactile manipulation. I laid my hand on Jerry's to stop his northward progress. I must say, he is very smooth. He turned that into a motion that carried my hand to his crotch, and was using his hand to encourage mine to massage him. He renewed his tooth and tongue attack on my breast, and next I knew I was manipulating another mans cock! How could this be happening? And why couldn't I stop it.

When my hand seemed to continue on its own, Jerry's hand returned to it's exploration between my thighs. I was amazed that Jerry's zipper seemed to be unzipping itself. Then I realized that my traitorous hand was the culprit. It reached inside, and I felt the first cock I had touched besides my own. I tried to say something, but all I heard was Amy moaning. Amy here? How did that happen? Oh, yeah, I'm Amy tonight. Recheck mental note to self!

I moaned "Jerry, no, I can't." But it wasn't very forceful. I planned to say that I was married, but what I heard come from my mouth was "It's my period." So much for planning. Think, brain. What now.

Jerry took the need to think away as he gently guided my head toward his lap, and I was suddenly face to face(?) with Jerry's manhood. OK, now would be a great time for a new plan. Seems my tongue had one, though I didn't much approve. It reached out and daintily lapped the drop of clear liquid from the tip. Hmm. Can't say I've experienced that flavor before. My tongue decided that wasn't so bad, no matter what my brain was thinking, as it flicked several times across that oh so close cock, then swirled around the head.

What now, I thought. My lips were next to turn traitor, as they wrapped around the helmet, and sucked it further into my mouth. At that point I was lost, and shortly had Jerry's very respectable member probing the back of my mouth. I tried to pull back, only to suck it back in, going deeper this time. I gagged a little, then readjusted my angle, and pushed myself further down, feeling the tip enter my throat. A couple more strokes and I felt my nose buried in Jerry's pubic hair, and my chin brushing his balls. Darn, now why did I have to notice that? My hand, without conscious thought reached in and carefully cupped his sack, gently scratched the loose skin, then caressed it, as my head moved up and down that shaft. Jerry somehow had one hand manipulating each boob, invoking delicious sensations that were running around my chest, then straight to my crotch. A few more strokes, a few more tingling waves to my own limp cock, and I felt Jerry swelling in my mouth. He was panting hard, and I would have been too, had I not been wrapped around that particular piece of manflesh. My mind said pull back. My tonsils said "Sorry, Charlie." And I felt Jerry erupt into my throat. The surge tipped me over the edge too, and I shot my tiny load into my gaff. But Jerry just kept on going, spurt after spurt, until I couldn't swallow fast enough and it leaked out around my lips. What? Swallow? Guess my throat is in on this mutiny too.

Jerry groaned and began going limp. I pulled back, licking and sucking his member clean, until it slipped from my mouth.

Oh my god. What have I done?

But then Jerry was pulling me up to his mouth, and kissing me deeply. I might not have minded that so much, but what really bothered me was that I was kissing back. Passionately. This continued for some time, before Jerry slipped down to tease and nip and suckle my still bare breasts again, lavishing equal attention on each. I heard Amy moaning again, and I thought "That little slut, can't she ever get enough?" Well, guess it takes one to know one, because right now that little slut was me. I started to shake, and pant, then I stiffened up, and came again. Jerry slowed his ministrations, becoming much gentler as I came down. He then came back to my mouth for about a hundred or maybe a million more of those kisses.

After we could separate our lips, he whispered "I knew it! I just knew you were one of the girls who can come from just having their breasts stimulated. And I just proved it. Has James ever done that for you?"

That was like a splash of ice water in the face. James! That's me! At least, it used to be me. Was it anymore? Could I ever be James again? Was I ever really James to begin with? I just didn't know.

I started quietly sobbing, and Jerry was at a loss as to what to do. He tried to gather me close and comfort me. That only made the sobbing worse. He frantically started mumbling apologies, for making me suck him off, for kissing me, for asking me on a date, for having been born. My sobs grew into wails. I think Jerry was on the verge of panic. He frantically helped me rearrange my clothing, and drove me toward home, begging me to stop crying. By the time we got to my place, I had calmed down some. At least I wasn't bawling my eyes out. My clothes were mussed, my hair tangled, and my makeup was a mess, what hadn't washed down onto my neck. I squared my shoulders, said goodnight to Jerry, and told him it wasn't necessary to walk me to the door. I regally exited his car and walked with all the dignity I could muster in the front door.

I had half expected to see Amy waiting for me, but that was not the case. I struggled into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle of Chablis in the fridge. Leaning back on the counter, I pondered what had happened tonight. No, not what had happened, what I had done! And I considered what it meant for the future.

I walked slowly to the bedroom. Amy was sitting up in bed with a book. She saw the glass of wine, my bedraggled appearance, the black streaks of my waterproof (ha!) mascara down my cheeks and neck, and knew all was not right in my world. I don't know what I expected her to do, but breaking down and bawling was not it. Which set me off again. I managed to set down the wine glass, staggered to the bed, and collapsed next to Amy, hugging her for all I was worth.

We stayed like that till first Amy, then I fell into an exhausted sleep.

Part 3 of 3

Saturday, October 17

I woke the next morning, stiff and sore, still in Amy's dress and my ruined makeup. Amy lay near me, propped on her elbow, watching me closely. I noticed a musky taste in my mouth, and it all came crashing back. I didn't know I had that many tears, but I sure shed a lot more of them. The storm passed, and I struggled out of bed to get cleaned up. Amy followed silently, helping where she could, just being close when she couldn't help.

I showered with Amy joining me, washing me tenderly. We got out, and she patted me cry with a big fluffy towel. I brushed my teeth three times while she sat watching, patiently waiting for me to finish. When I ran out of things to do, she led me to the closet and draped a lightweight robe around me. We then went to the kitchen, where Amy fixed coffee. When it was ready, she poured us each a cup, took them to the table, and sat. I collapsed into the chair across from her and wrapped my hands tightly around the coffee mug.

"Ready to talk?" she asked quietly. I looked at her dumbly. Not a single thing to say would come to mind. I shook my head as if to clear it. It didn't help. Amy reached across and gently stroked my arm, not rushing me, just letting me know she was there for me.

"I think you may be right about seeing Dr. Simmons," was the first thing I could force out of my mouth. Amy reacted as if I had struck her. She uttered a little cry, then clamped down on her emotions.

"Tell me. Please."

I still couldn't think of anything to say, so I just sat motionless.

"Oh, god, don't shut me out. Please don't do that."

The anguish in her voice penetrated a little, and I mumbled "I'm not trying to shut you out. I just don't know how to talk about it."

She absorbed that, then gently said, "Why not start at the beginning."

I struggled to form the words, letting a few trickle out, starting with Jerry's awe at my/Amy's appearance. The unexpected kiss at the car door. The rebuke in the car, and the easing of hostilities by the time we got to the restaurant. As I talked, words came easier, the trickle became a stream. I described quiet classy restaurant, the food, the wine, the talk, and the agreement not to talk about work. The jazz club, good music, easy conversation, drinks. More drinks, more talk, more music. The unsteadiness I felt as we left the club. By now, the dam had burst completely, and words were just pouring out.

The secluded view of the city, the talk, the warm breezes, me drifting off. The incredible sensations pulling me slowly from sleep, more stimulation, clothes magically removed, roaming hands, the ill chosen excuse to keep Jerry away from my secret. The fireworks in my chest as Jerry played me like a fine violin. How he moved my hand to his crotch, the traitorous fingers that revealed his hardness. Jerry's firmly guiding my head to his lap, and my rebellious body that started, then finished Jerry. My own eruption. The passionate kissing, the renewed tender assault on my breasts, my second coming. The kissing, then Jerry's remark that had jolted me out of my fog, and opened the torrents of regret mixed with copious tears.

I ran out of words. I was drained, and slumped bonelessly across the table, my coffee long since grown cold. I heard Amy say something, but it didn't penetrate my stupor. Then she was helping me, almost carrying me, into the bedroom, and into bed. I was out almost immediately and slept like the dead. I guess I really had Amy worried. I later learned that she called several of her friends looking for advice for handling this crazy girlfriend of hers that had gone off the deep end.

Sunday, October 18

When I finally awoke, it was very early morning. Sunday? Amy was draped uncomfortably across the easy chair near our bed, sleeping, twitching occasionally, uttering little cries now and then. I slipped from the bed to use the bathroom, then cleaned up. Coming back to the bedroom I found Amy still sleeping, so I left her, and went to make another pot of coffee while conflicting thoughts chased circles in my head.

A few minutes later, I heard Amy shriek "Jamie!" and come running from our room. She froze when she saw me. Eventually she whispered "Are you OK?" She drifted toward me as if afraid of what I might do. I held my arms out to her, and she darted into them, holding me for dear life.

"I don't know if OK is quite right. But I'm here. I am … I guess I don't know what I am. But I am not in danger of cracking at the moment."

She fiercely pulled my face to hers and kissed me urgently. "You had me so worried yesterday! You seemed to just fade away. I couldn't get any response from you." She kissed me again fervently. "I don't know what I would do without you!"

Guess I did have something to live for after all. A few minutes ago I had wondered about that.

Amy drew me over to the couch, settled me on the cushion, and snuggled in next to me. We just sat like that for hours. My mind was still in turmoil, and I didn't know what to say to her. The phone rang a few times, but we just let it go over to the answering machine, listening as the message recorded. Mid afternoon, when Amy recognized Jerry's voice, she dashed to the phone, grabbed it off the hook, and screamed "You bastard! You absolute freaking bastard! How could you!"

Amy's vehemence shocked me, but she had been under a bit of stress since I got home. I could not hear Jerry's end of the conversation, but Amy listened for a moment, then responded. "That is so not true! You got me drunk, you son of a bitch, then you took advantage of me!" Pause to listen.

"How can you say that! I did no such thing!"

After another pause, "I give you fair warning, pond scum, if one word of this ever gets out, to anyone, ANYONE, I will destroy your career at the medical group! And you know I can do it, too!"

Amy listened again. "I should report you right now, and get your sorry ass kicked out, but for reasons you will never understand, I don't intend to do it! But let just one word of this get out, and that's the end of the road for you, boyo!"

"I will be civil if I see you at work, but you had better never, ever think about touching me again!"

"Because you will pull back a bloody stump if you do!" Amy slammed the phone down, then returned to me. She was so worked up, she was fairly twitching. I put my arm around her, trying to sooth her with gentle caresses, whispered endearments, nuzzles on the neck. Then I froze.

"My god, Amy! What have I done? I was you last night, and I acted an absolute tramp. If this ever gets out, I've ruined your reputation!"

Amy gazed levelly into my eyes, and spoke softly, "That means nothing to me right now. I am far more concerned with what I have done to you. Jamie, I am so sorry, I had no right to set you up like that, even though I expected the outcome to be much different."

I saw in her eyes that she truly didn't care how my action might impact her reputation. I held her tight, and whispered, "What have I done so right that I deserve an angel like you?"

Finally, I gently disengaged from Amy and drifted into the kitchen. I hadn't eaten since dinner Friday. Or more precisely since Jerry provided a little snack late Friday night. Oh, god! I wasn't really hungry, but I felt so hollow in the middle I was hoping some food would fill the desolate void. Amy came to help, and we put together two plates of things we found in the fridge. We sat and ate in silence. Just as I suspected, food did nothing for the hole in my middle. Except arouse nausea. I only finished half the plate before I couldn't take any more. Amy shooed me off to bed, saying she would clean up. I took her up on the offer.

Monday, October 19

I didn't hear Amy leave in the morning, but when I finally staggered out of bed, I found a note she left on the kitchen counter. I didn't feel like eating, or doing anything else for that matter. But I decided maybe a walk would clear my head. I dressed for walking, and headed out. When I got near the spot I often met Paul, I saw him up ahead doing cool down stretches. I immediately reversed course, but he must have seen me. He called my name, and jogged to catch up. I didn't want to see him. I hid my face and kept walking toward home, telling him to leave me alone. He didn't listen, and kept coming behind me, trying to get me to stop.

All this time, I had carefully not led Paul to my home, but today I didn't care. I got to the door and fumbled with my keys, finally getting the door open. Paul was trying to talk to me the whole time, but I just ignored him. When I tried to shut the door in his face, he stopped it, and pushed past me into the house. He turned and grabbed me by the upper arms, demanding to know what was wrong. When he touched my arms, I whimpered and tried to pull away, a look of terror on my face. Paul jerked back away from me as if he had been burned. "Jamie, what is it? Has someone hurt you? Please, Jamie, tell me. Please, I want to help."

I looked at him, his kind look of concern, then threw myself into his arms, and started sobbing wildly. He picked me up easily, and carried me down the hall, checking rooms till he found what he figured was my room. He carried me in, stripped the covers back, and laid me gently in bed, where he calmly removed my shoes. After pulling the covers up, he crawled on top of the spread, pulled me toward him, and just held me. My sobbing settled down after a while, and I drifted into a fitful sleep.

Apparently Paul called work to tell them he wouldn't be in, and spent the morning watching over me. Near noon, he found some chicken noodle soup in the kitchen, and heated it, bringing me a cup, and rousing me enough to eat. I managed to get some down, but the sobbing started again, so he climbed on top of the covers again and pulled me against him. I must have drifted off to sleep again, because the next thing I remember is hearing Amy demanding in a loud voice "What is going on here! Who are you? What have you done to her?" I came around in time to see Paul with this incredulous expression on his face, staring at Amy, clearly unable to figure out anything to say. He looked from her to me and back several times, while Amy repeated her demand.

"Jamie?" he asked. "What… Who… I don't understand!"

Amy walked over and pulled him bodily off the bed, trying to drag him out of the room. Paul got his feet under himself and followed, still bewildered. By that time, I was awake enough to follow, and alarmed enough about what Amy might do to follow quickly. As I got to the living room, Amy was repeating her demand and Paul was gesturing to her to calm down.

"Wait, please. Are you Jamie? I thought that was Jamie in there."

"I'm Amy, and what the hell are you doing in bed with Jamie?"

"Amy? My name is Paul. I met Jamie walking several weeks ago, and we have become friends, meeting each other as we walk, and sometimes talking along the way. I took Jamie to meet my boss the other day about working for us. When I saw her today, she all but ran from me, and I had to find out what was wrong, so I followed her here. Then she broke down, and I carried her to bed. I didn't do anything to her, except hold her while she cried, I swear!"

Amy was trying her best to calm down, and looked over at me. I nodded meakly. She said "Oh, um, well. Oh, I am sorry. You can imagine how it looked when I walked in. I appreciate you looking in on Jamie." She looked around, and saw the soup Paul had fixed. Gesturing toward it she said "And thank you for that too. I was just coming home to see if Jamie had eaten, or if I should fix something for her. Um, thanks again."

He looked back and forth between us. "Just amazing, the resemblance. But can you tell me what is wrong. I really would like to help."

Amy mumbled under her breath "Not unless you're willing to kill the sick bastard!"

Paul focused on her. "What? Kill who?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I am just a little upset with the jerk that caused all this." Amy seemed to remember she was talking to a stranger. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't need to burden you with our troubles. And it's nothing I can really talk about anyway." She started ushering him toward the door. "So, it must seem really ungrateful of me to rush you out after you have been so thoughtful, but there are some things Jamie and I need to discuss."

"But wait," Paul began, "Who are you? Jamie never mentioned a sister. And I don't want to leave Jamie alone in the state she's in." Paul had planted himself, and Amy was no longer making headway to the door.

I spoke softly, "Thank you so much, Paul, but it would probably be better if you did leave now. I have an appointment tomorrow morning, but maybe we can talk Wednesday, if you are out walking."

Paul's resistance seemed to collapse, and Amy was getting him to the door now, but he said with feeling, "Count on it!"

As Amy closed the door behind Paul, she said, "Bye, Paul. Nice to meet you." We couldn't make out the muffled reply through the closed door.

Amy turned and sagged against the door a moment, then drew herself up, came to me, and guided me to the couch. When we were seated, she asked quietly, "Are you alright?"

"Not sure. Don't think so. Maybe Dr. Simmons can get me started untangling all this tomorrow."

Amy was lost in thought a few minutes, gazing into space. She finally said quietly "Nice friend you have there," gesturing toward the door with her chin. "Handsome."

"Yeah."

Amy ate a lukewarm cup of the left over soup Paul had heated, then had to get back to her patients. "No more knights in shining armor in here this afternoon, OK?" she teased.

I sheepishly said, "Aw, you take all the fun out of a girl's life."

I don't know if Amy wanted to giggle or cry. What came out was a strangled "Mmmfp", then she was gone.

I stayed on the couch and zoned out for a long time. Thinking of everything and nothing. Didn't matter much to me which. I was shocked when I heard Amy letting herself in the front door. I hadn't moved all afternoon!

She made us some supper, which I picked at, more moving it around with my fork than eating. Amy said exasperatedly "Jamie, you've got to eat something! You're making yourself sick!"

I just said, "Whatever."

Tuesday, October 20

Amy slipped out of bed and the house without waking me, but left an alarm set so I could make my 11:00 appointment. When it woke me, I immediately noticed my scalp was itching terribly, and my hair was lank and greasy feeling. I had the irrelevant thought "Oh, great, this is how Paul saw me yesterday!" But then I figured that becoming aware of self-care issues was a positive sign. I stripped and deposited everything in the hamper, then climbed into the hot shower and proceeded to wash my hair three times. When I got out, I patted dry, and used Amy's body powder all over, marveling again at the sleek smoothness of my skin.

I was still naked when the phone rang, but just strolled over to the bedside phone to answer it. It was Sandy, concerned, since we were supposed to meet at her office Saturday. My mouth formed into an O as I recalled there was a problem with my hormones we heeded to discuss. It got lost amongst all the other crises. She figured when I didn't show Saturday that I would come in yesterday, and when I didn't she started getting really concerned. I asked if she had any time this afternoon, which she did, and told her I would bring her up-to-date then.

I wanted to try to start feeling good about myself again, so I took extra care dressing. Pretty, feminine, but demure. Then I made my way to Rick's office. He was running just a bit late, but I was seated across from him by 11:10. He introduced himself, said to call him Rick, and told me what Amy and he had discussed. He said Amy had thought I would be resistant to the idea of counseling, so he was glad to see me here. I told him that last week I had been, but that events had changed my mind, and I now had great expectations from his services.

"OK, so what is it that you expect to come of this?"

I knew what I wanted, but had never tried to put it into a coherent statement, so it took a while before I could answer.

"I expect your help to stay intact though the Halloween party, and then help me make the transition back to being James."

"Are you sure that is what you want?"

"Absolutely. I love my wife, and I want nothing more than to be her husband and the father of our children for the rest of my life!"

"And if that cannot happen, what then?"

That idea shook me. "That is not acceptable. That is not an outcome that I can allow."

"Nonetheless, what if that is the way it plays out?"

I'm sure my expression showed my dismay. "I don't know. That is not a situation I can easily accept. I just don't know. Certainly, no matter what, I want to be with Amy, if she will have me in whatever form I come out of this." My voice became pleading. "Please, you've got to promise me this will come out right!"

He leaned toward me and said gently "That is not something I can promise. What I can promise is that I will try my best to make this come out the way you need it to." I noticed that he wasn't promising to work for the outcome I had stated, just for what was best for me.

The rest of the session was just a feeling out phase. He was trying to gain my trust, and also trying to understand how he might help. He suggested we meet twice a week until at least Halloween, then renegotiate the first appointment after the party. That meeting is where we would make plans for my transition back, and he made me promise I would not undertake procedures to undo the physical changes until then. That kind of bummed me out, but I grudgingly agreed.

When I left, I called Amy's office, but she had just sent out for a sandwich, and was trying to catch up on patients through her supposed lunch break.

So I dejectedly headed off to see if I could get myself to eat something. I did, but just barely. I only ate half of the light lunch I ordered. My appointment with Sandy was still a couple hours away, so I headed to the local electronics megastore, hoping to immerse myself in what had been heaven for James. Whether it was my frazzled mental state, or because I was not James anymore, I did not enjoy my time there. I stubbornly stuck it out until I needed to leave for Sandy's, hoping to rekindle an interest, but it was no go.

At Sandy's, I was immediately led to an examining room, and told to strip and don the flimsy gown. I was also asked to remove the gaff that was fastened with surgical adhesive to my crotch. Fortunately I carry a bottle of the solvent in my purse for emergencies. I realized the only times I had had the gaff off in the last two weeks were to clean it, and give the covered skin a couple hours to breathe. Recently, I just felt more comfortable looking somewhat realistic down there.

Sandy was looking grave when she walked in. "Hello, James." This was the first time she had used my male name since this started. "There is a problem. Please lay back, I need to examine your penis and testes." That got the adrenaline pumping! She poked and prodded, rolled the testicles between her latex coated fingers. Squeezed lightly and asked about the sensation. She asked about my last erection, and the volume and color of the ejaculate.

She paused, collecting her thoughts for a minute, then said, "James, I feel so badly about this. A mistake was made during your first appointment, and then compounded later. I don't know who is to blame, my nurse or myself, but the hormone implants we used that first day were 60 day implants, not the 30 day that I had intended. Then, 30 days later, the nurse used the same implants as the chart noted from the first appointment. There are two problems here. First, you have been getting double hormones since the second implant. Everything accelerated ahead of the expected schedule, the rapid breast development, the lost erections, the shift in emotions and perceptions. This also increases the impact of the hormones on your ability to recover after cessation. You remember that 3 months was what we considered the maximum safe term, and that we were planning only 2 months. The intense hormones have cut those 3 months down by an indeterminate amount. It may even now be too late, though based on my exam, I don't think so. However, that leads us to the second problem. A 60 day implant added after 30 days will mean the termination of hormones after 90 days, three months, pushing the original limit. Given the extreme level of hormones in your body, 90 days is well past any hope of recovery."

I stared at her in stunned disbelief. "You mean, there is no possible way I will ever return to being a functioning male?"

"Not without serious intervention, no."

Was she holding out a ray of hope? "What kind of intervention?"

"The possibilities include counter treatment with testosterone, and surgical removal of the implants, quite possibly both."

"Lets do it!"

"Not so fast, Jamie. Sorry, James. The introduction of enough testosterone to do any good into your already hormone saturated system would put great stress on your body."

"OK, if not that, would the implant removal be enough?"

"Maybe, if…"

"If what."

"This is so hard. The implants tend to fragment and migrate over time. Your first set is almost at term, and we would be unlikely to find enough to remove. The second set has been in place over three weeks. While we should be able to get a significant portion out, it is likely we will not get it all. The result of both those facts is that you will probably have a much lower, but still significant level of hormones and anti-androgens in your system, tapering off as the end of the third month approaches. Whether that reduction will be enough to save your testes is very much in question."

"What is the impact of the surgical removal?"

"Well, if we assume the implant has fragmented and migrated, as I suggested, there would be considerable probing required, possibly several incisions. While there will be no noticeable scarring as a result, there will be some bruising for a few days, and you will be in some amount of pain, probably for a week or more."

By this point, I was defeated. I said "I can't handle this on my own right now. I need Amy to help decide. I will talk to her about it tonight. When can we do the extraction?"

"I had hoped to do it today, but if you feel Amy should be involved, if you decide to go ahead, we will do it tomorrow, even if we have to work half the night after my regular schedule!"

I didn't think there was anywhere lower I could go. I start out trying to be upbeat, then Rick hints that there may be no way back for me. Now Sandy almost made that a guarantee.

I made it home, I'm not sure how, but I found myself sitting on the sofa when Amy came in the door.

With macabre humor I asked "How would you like to have a sister instead of a husband?"

Amy stopped half way to me, frozen in place. "What are you telling me!" she demanded.

I broke down in tears, and told her of my dilemma. She had settled beside me by then. She firmly pulled me around and made me look her in the eyes. "I just have one question. Do you want to be James?"

"Yes!" I was emphatic.

"Then we will get you back. Some way, some how. We will get as much of the implant as possible out of you tomorrow, then we will get Dr. Simmons to guide you back. Failure is not an option. The only way, THE ONLY WAY, I will not have my husband back is if he chooses to be Jamie, then I will support and love her with all my heart!"

I found it ironic that today, when my chances of being male again were the least to date, I had been called James more than any time since this all started.

Wednesday, October 21

Wednesday was a morass of grief, pity, and self doubt for me, but I managed to get to the small inpatient clinic the medical group maintained by the appointed hour, 5:00 pm. Sandy could have done it outpatient in her office, but wanted the option, in fact planned to keep me in over at least one night. I was wheeled to an operating room, sedated, and when I came to, I wondered where I was, maybe even who I was. I was in no pain, thanks to the medication, but that would come soon enough.

When I was lucid enough to really see what was around me, Amy was there, and the sky was starting to lighten with the dawn outside the windows. As I moved, I became aware of what seemed like a lot of padding on my rump. Bandages. Well, what did you expect, Jamie girl, after all, the implants were placed in ye olde gluteus maximus. Great place for them, unless you want to get them back out.

I croaked, and Amy was quickly at my side, with a glass of water and a straw. She carefully helped me drink, and I collapsed back into the bed. When I could finally talk, I said "Have you slept at all?"

She looked away, "A little."

"How did it go?"

"Sandy thinks she got most of it, but we won't know until me monitor your hormone levels for a while. She has also been in contact with some hormone specialists to research ways to counteract the drugs, especially the spironolactone. That has the most impact on your testes."

"Any luck?"

"Maybe, she has to do some more checking. We are also hopeful that the greatly diminished supply will let you start to recover without additional help."

"Oh."

Amy carefully wrapped me in her arms and cooed softly in my ear, about her love for me, about her guilt and shame, about how we will be together always. I needed that, at least the first and last. I held on like a drowning man clings to a life preserver. That was what she was to me, my only hope in a dark and stormy sea.

Finally she kissed me tenderly, longingly, and said she had to get home and cleaned up for the day, as she had patients depending on her.

Sandy came in about an hour later, still an hour or more before the normal start of her day. She looked a bit ragged, but it appeared she had had a nap and a shower, unlike Amy. She asked how the pain was, and went over the same things Amy had told me. It didn't cheer me up any, but then it didn't bring me down more either. She told me the nursing staff would care for me today, and she would check about 4:00 to see if I could go home with Amy this evening. Now that thought cheered me up a little.

After a day of fitful sleep, interspersed with bored wakefulness, I was released into my wife's loving care about 5:30. Amy was looking pretty rough, and I knew I couldn't look any better. We ate a bit when we got home, and both collapsed into bed.

Thursday, October 22

I woke in some pain Wednesday morning, rousing when Amy climbed out of bed. She gave me some tablets, and I joked that I hoped they were not hormone tablets. Amy looked guiltily away, and I assured her I was only trying to lighten the mood. I felt bad that I had hurt her so carelessly.

After Amy left, I drifted in the floaty state common with the stronger pain meds. About 9:00 the doorbell rang, and I was almost lucid enough to know what I was doing as I opened it. It was Paul, and my first thought was "I look like hell!" I invited him in, as I was not up to standing at the door. He scooped me up and carried me to the couch, then sat in the chair close by.

"I was worried about you. I expected to see you yesterday. I rang the bell, but no one answered. When you didn't show today either, I was afraid something had happened."

"Oh, I am so sorry, Paul, I had a minor surgical procedure Tuesday evening, and was out of it all day yesterday. I never thought to call you. Can you forgive me?"

"Jamie! There is nothing to forgive! I have just been so worried about you. You were so… so beaten when I saw you Monday, not the pretty, vivacious lady that I have come to know and care for. I just wanted to do what I could to get that wonderful lady back!"

I blushed, but could not think of anything to say. So Paul finally continued. "I want to help. Please let me. I am a good listener."

I glanced at him, then hung my head. I don't know why, but I had to try to talk to someone.

"It was last Friday. I went out with a man from Amy's work. After a nice evening, I was a little drunk. I dozed off, and he…" gulp, this is so hard, "he took advantage of me." By now tears were trickling from my eyes.

"Oh, Jamie, I am so sorry. Now I understand Amy's comment about killing the bastard!"

"There's more. Um. It was my first time…" big deep breath, "… as a woman."

"That son of a bitch, maybe I'll do what Amy said." Paul suddenly stopped, was silent a few minutes as I hung my head. "Wait. As a woman?"

A huge sob worked its way from deep in my gut and burst forth. "Yes."

Silence. I was afraid to look at his face. Finally he said, "I don't understand."

I glanced at his face, and quickly back down. "I am not a woman, Paul, at least I wasn't, and I wasn't supposed to stay one. This was all part of something way too complicated to explain to someone not in on it from the beginning. Two months ago, I was James, very happily married to Amy. Two weeks from now, I was supposed to be James, very happily married to Amy. In the mean time, I am in what was to be a very elaborate, and temporary, disguise for Halloween. Amy's double. The reason that I seemed such a 'pretty, vivacious lady' is because I have learned to be Amy, and that is exactly what she is. The most incredible creature on the face of this earth."

I ran out of steam, and wilted back into the cushions. I could not believe I told someone else the story. I had dumped a huge load on Paul, so I closed my eyes, and gave him time to digest it. I was too drained to do anything else, anyway.

Paul made a strangled sound in his throat, and I opened my eyes to look at him. "She is pretty incredible, because I fell in love with her without ever meeting her. I fell in love with you."

I wailed "Noooo. You can't!" and squeezed my eyes shut against a new flood of tears that threatened. Then whispered "I think I fell a bit in love with you, too." Then stronger, "but that is in a make believe world, and cannot, must not happen in the real world. You're a pretty great guy, from what I can tell, Paul. I never meant to hurt you."

"I know," he sighed, then had a thought. "But you said, 'supposed to be James in two weeks'. Is this a complication of what that SOB did to you?"

"No, just an accidental overdose of meds that may mean I can never fully be a man again." I couldn't stop the tears any longer, and they flowed down my cheeks as I wailed "Oh, Paul, I may have lost Amy forever, at least my marriage to her."

Paul moved to the couch and pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair and making soothing sounds, letting me cry myself out, telling me everything would be alright.

Paul made soup again for lunch, and we ate together. Neither of us could think of much to say. Paul left soon after, demanding that I call on him if there was anything he could do. He asked when I might walk again, and I told him probably not before Monday.

I took another pain pill, and slept most of the afternoon. Amy brought home Chinese take-out, and woke me when she had things ready to eat. I went to bed while she cleared things away, and was asleep before she got to the bedroom.

Friday, October 23

I woke early the next day, seeing by the alarm clock that Amy would not need to rise of another hour. I was feeling much better, though my bottom was still uncomfortable. I propped myself on my side so I could gaze at Amy sleeping, and let my mind wander.

I thought how lucky I was to have such a beautiful, loving wife. That someone as incredible as her had chosen, and really seemed to love, someone as unprepossessing as me! It was beyond understanding. I was small, for a man, even though I was of a height with Amy, who was rather tall for a woman, at 5' 8", and while not puny, I was light at my former 145.

Then my mind wandered to the future. What would I do if I was sterile and impotent? Would I try to go back to being James, knowing I could never make love to Amy again? Knowing I would prevent her from having a child, at least the normal way? Or should I stay Jamie? Could I live with Amy dating and loving another man, if that was her best chance at long term happiness? That thought staggered me. And what of me, if I became a woman? Would Amy and I be lesbian lovers? We had enjoyed the novelty of a pseudo-lesbian relationship, but I couldn't see Amy doing it long term. If I got my own vagina to replace a non-functional dick, could I let a man in there? Could I feel comfortable enough with a man to do that? Surprisingly, I decided the answer was probably yes. But could I 'cheat' on Amy by willingly sleeping with someone else? Even though I could no longer be her husband? I had my doubts about that one. Amy was the center of my life. I had dedicated myself to her with my wedding vows, and even though circumstances had conspired to lead me to cheat once (with Jerry), I still didn't feel unfaithful to her, or our vows. Nor could I imagine willingly violating them later, even should this end our legal marriage.

I decided I didn't want to think down that path anymore, so I turned to the more immediate future, the time leading up to and immediately after the party. What to do? Bail out now? Go through with the original charade at the party? A middle ground, attend the party, but skip the impersonation?

I couldn't see any real advantage to ending the challenge now. What could be done to salvage my manhood was happening whether I quit or not. And there was the flip side that had gotten buried in the newness of being a woman, the original reason for the challenge. I couldn't quit on pain of alienating Sandy. So, that eliminated the first option.

Just survive Halloween? Or try to enjoy it as much as possible. That is what the other two options came down to. I know I could use some enjoyment about now, and I figured Amy needed some as well. Besides, if we got into it, it could distract us from the time bomb ticking inside my body that we could only wait out. So the best option as I saw it was to go all out. Hone my Amy impersonation so we could milk it for all it was worth that night. Get both Amy and I so engaged in the deception that we could forget our worries and have a blast at the party.

Amy stirred. I looked at the clock, and saw it was a few minutes till the alarm, so I reached to turn it off. I then started gently stroking Amy's face, breasts, outer thighs, calves, feet, then back up again. Amy sighed and rolled onto her back. I took advantage of this full access to her breasts, and sucked one nipple into my mouth while lightly tweaking the other with a painted fingernail. Amy moaned, and pushed her tit up into my mouth, so I sucked harder as I pinched and twisted the other nipple. Her breathing grew heavier, even though she had not opened her eyes yet. I pulled back slightly and blew on the moist point, causing it to chill, and watched it pucker up and become more erect. I switched sides, and continued my ministrations. She was almost panting by this time. Her eyes flew open, than the lids sank back languidly. She looked at me through the lowered lids and breathed "Morning, lover." I pulled back to answer, but she wailed "Nooo, don't stop!" So I didn't, attacking with greater intensity, frequently switching breasts, but keeping the ground assault active on the other puckered bud. It wasn't long before Amy went rigid, gasped, then shook in orgasm. I eased my ministrations, and let her float slowly back to earth. I was thinking, 'Amy can get off with just her tits being stimulated too!' After Jerry's comment about me, that made me feel better about myself.

"Oh, honey, it has been so long. That was wonderful!" I had to agree. I know I had enjoyed it, and from my point of view, it looked like Amy had as well. She suddenly pushed me over on my back, swung across and zeroed in on my limp prick. In an instant it was sucked deep within her mouth, and it was my turn to moan. Her hand found one of my breasts to massage and tweak as she did wonderful things with her lips, tongue, and teeth for about the next 10 minutes. Then I repeated her behavior to a 'T'. My body went rigid as a gasp escaped my lips, then my whole body shook, and I was somewhere above the clouds. This was just what I had imagined Amy felt as I watched her a bit ago. She continued loving my still soft penis, extending the feelings as I calmed down.

She moved up beside me, and said quietly "It's not my first choice, but I could get used to this if we end up without other alternatives." God, I loved this woman.

It was well after alarm time, so she hopped up quickly and went to shower. I got up, and in spite of the discomfort in my butt, felt mentally better than I had since that fateful day last Friday. I fixed coffee and something for Amy to eat while she dressed, then told her of my thoughts about the party as she quickly wolfed down the food. She smiled, the first one I had seen in a while, and said she agreed. With a devilish grin she added we would have to work up something really spectacular! Then she was gone for the day.

I went to get ready to see Dr. Simmons. I determined I was going to take pride in my appearance, man or woman. I scrubbed my hair, and spend extra time making it look nice. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a very slender, blonde beauty looking back, one with the hollowed out cheekbone look so in vogue with models these days. I had always thought Amy could be a model, and now, so could I. Especially if I had the final operation.

I knew I had lost 10 pounds the first month of this craziness. Out of curiosity, I stepped on the bathroom scale, and saw I had dropped to 123. Another 12 lbs.! Even with the extra weight in my boobs, I weighed two pounds less than Amy did when this started. But then, I had hardly eaten for the last week.

I hadn't worn the corset recently, too many other distractions. I pulled it around my waist and did up the hooks. It just hung loosely against my waist, resting on my hips. I wondered if I would even feel it if it was laced up, but I could not do it by myself. Removing the corset, I measured my waist, to find it was down to 20". That was what Amy had measured WITH the corset.

I put on some of my sexiest lingerie. I wanted to feel good about myself, and since I was a woman right now, that meant looking my girlish best. More special attention to makeup. Full daytime warpaint, not my usual slapdash. Then I searched the closet to find something that fit my mood.

What I found was a sky blue full skirt that hung beautifully to mid calf, and would swirl out very full if I twirled around, an ivory silk blouse that I left unbuttoned to show off my cleavage, and a little heart pendant that hung between my breasts. Inside were tiny pictures of Amy and I from before our wedding. I spritzed some of Amy's perfume in a few strategic spots, and I was ready.

It felt great to be outdoors again, and I breathed deep as I walked in to Dr. Simmons' building. After a bit of a wait, I was shown into his office, and settled into the indicated chair.

Rick was a bit surprised by my appearance, apparently having talked to Amy yesterday. He was aware of my hormone trouble, so I didn't have to explain. He asked what led to my cheerful attitude, and attention to personal grooming.

"I've done a lot of thinking, and I've realized something. I want to be James again, more than any but one thing. That one thing is that I want to spend the rest of my life with Amy. And I have come to believe that we can be happy with me either as James, or as Jamie. I think we would both prefer it was James, but we will survive, and love as much if it has to be Jamie."

He pondered that, then filed it away for later examination. Then the gentle probing questions started. I answered them as truthfully and completely as possible, and only teared up once or twice when a particular question brought home what I may have lost.

Rick: "Do you think you are homosexual, that is lesbian, as Jamie?"

Me: "No. I think probably bi."

Risk: "Could you make love to a man as Jamie?"

Me: "Under the right circumstances, probably, but I have no wish to be unfaithful to Amy."

Rick: "You answer yes, even after what happened on your 'date'?"

Me: "Yes, even after that. There are men I have met that I think I would feel comfortable making love to. I don't think all men are like my 'date'."

The questioning continued for the rest of the hour, never advising, sometimes asking for clarification, always leading me to a destination I could not yet envision. He was letting me talk out my feelings, and let me realize for myself what was best. I felt it would be a long time before I was able to decide that, even with his careful queries.

Just before the end of my hour, he asked "You have settled in awfully quickly as a woman. Even confirmed transsexuals often take years to get to the ease, grace, and looks that you have gained in less than two months. Why do you think that is?"

"Well, after the initial shock of the cosmetic procedures, I knew it was just a disguise. And it was for an excellent cause, making my wife happy by regaining harmony with her best friend. So I threw myself into it, whole heartedly, knowing I would resume my role as Amy's husband when it was over. And the best thing about it was that all I had to do was what I loved to do. I had to learn everything about Amy. How she moved, how she reacted in all circumstances, how she smelled, and thought, and smiled, and gestured. In short, I had absolute permission to study as much as I wanted the thing I loved most. And we made it fun. Also, it was exciting, sexually, for both of us, until I lost my ability to perform. Even for a while after, until the hormones or whatever toned down my desire. By now, the preparations, and the mannerisms have just become so, um, normal, that it is just easier to be female, then to not. And I expect tremendous benefit when I am James again, in terms of understanding my wife, being able to read her moods in her actions, to anticipate, and so love her even better." Rick had listened without interruption, and when I finished, indicated he would see me next Tuesday.

Afterward, I would have loved lunch with Amy, but that wouldn't work, so, on the spur of the moment, I drove down town, entered Paul's building and arrived at his desk unannounced, hoping he would be there. And maybe partly hoping he would not.

My luck was good, he was there. Or maybe it was bad, we would see. He looked up in surprise, then in admiration as he scanned my body.

"Hello, Jamie."

"Oh, sure it's not Amy?" I teased.

"Yeah," was his quiet reply. "Identical as you are, I can tell the difference."

That brought some heat to my cheeks.

"So, are we on speaking terms after the other day?"

"As Jamie, or as Amy?" he kidded. Then answered "Yeah."

I screwed up my courage, and asked, "So, you free for lunch today?"

"No." My face fell. "But I will get free. Give me just a minute." He disappeared down the hall. Before he returned, Mr. Johnson came by, and perked up when he saw me.

"Thought any more about our offer?" He asked.

"Actually, yes, I am seriously considering it, but I cannot give you a decision yet."

"Well, that's progress I guess. We are all hoping you say yes, especially Paul." he said with a grin.

Paul returned and said he was good to go, so I waved bye to Mr. Johnson, and Paul ushered me to the elevators.

Paul led me to one of those old-fashioned diners, the kind with the long counter along one long side wall, a narrow aisle, and a single row of booths along the other. We passed several open booths to get to the last one toward the back. We slid in across from each other, and Paul just stared at me for a minute. "You're looking good today, much better than the last time I saw you."

"Thanks. I've had time to do some thinking. I've realized that gender is not that important to me. I'd prefer to get back to my original self, but if not, I can live with this, and even like it."

We paused while the waitress dropped some menus, took our drink order, then moved away.

"Wow. I don't think I could be that accepting about it. I guess too much of me is wrapped up in masculinity."

I smiled sadly, "Yup, that's you alright. Even at my macho best, I was never like you. I was always more… Hmm. androgynous doesn't seem quite right, but something like that. Amy always said I was man enough for her, but I think it was more a matter of being soulmates, not gender roles. The fact that I was marginally male just made it easier, and more socially acceptable to get together."

"Damn, I can't believe you're a man! You really threw me for a loop when you told me that."

"Well", I grinned, "not much of a man at the moment!" spreading my arms to the side, thrusting my chest out, and swiveling my torso side to side a little. We both laughed. "Boy, it feels good to laugh, it's been a while."

"Yeah, with what you've been going through, I bet! So, how are things? You and Amy doing OK?"

"Yeah, we are. I think we're gonna make it no matter which way this thing goes."

"So I don't stand a chance with you, huh?" he said with mock hurt. At least I hope it was mock.

But I played it like it was a joke, hoping it was. "Nope, already spoken for, studmuffin. But you make a great friend."

"Yeah, that's me, always the bridesmaid, never the bride!"

"Oh, pooh. There's some great gal just waiting to be scooped up by you!"

His answer was soft, "Yeah, I thought I'd found her this time." But then he grinned, "but if you're taken, and you say you're a knockoff of Amy, maybe I should make a play for the original, ya think?"

I swatted his arm across the table, and said "Hands off, buster! That original is mine!"

The waitress brought our drinks, and asked for our order. Of course, we hadn't opened the menu yet, so she had to come back. The place was pretty good. The seasoning on my grilled chicken sandwich was super. I watched Paul put away a half pound burger with all the trimmings, and fries, and thought about the old days when I ate like that. My how things have changed!

I did manage to steal a couple fries off his plate when he wasn't looking. Well, maybe he just let me get away with it. It was good to have someone to just talk to. It was something I had been missing since I left my full time job for consulting work.

Paul insisted on picking up the check, much to my chagrin. Before we left, I asked him how it would go if it was James who took the consulting contract with his company. Paul looked sad, but said there should be no problem.

We walked outside, and separated, me to my car, and Paul back to his office.

Back home, I had more energy than I had had for the past week. I reflected that it was a week ago tonight I had the fateful date with Jerry. But I had finally come to terms with what I now was, and what I might be in the future. I changed into shorts and a halter top tied under my breasts, and tore into some serious housecleaning. I hadn't been helping out much recently, and the state of the house showed it.

By the time Amy came home, I had made serious inroads on the cleaning, and I had a nice meal waiting for the finishing touches. Being married to a doctor, I had long since learned how to put a meal together that could wait indefinitely for a late arrival, and then take only a few minutes to turn out a fresh, hot meal. It felt really good to be contributing again.

Amy was impressed. She came to me, and gathered me in her arms, so our breasts were pressed together, and out mouths were centimeters apart. "Come here, you!" she breathed. "I love you so much! And I am so glad to see you come out of the funk you have been in for a week." With that, she kissed me deeply, and then the final preparations had to wait a while more. We worked each others clothes off as we moved to the bedroom, leaving a trail behind us. We made slow, gentle love for what seemed like hours. Well, mostly gentle. It did get rather physical there for a while.

While we finished preparing dinner and ate, I talked with Amy about why I was functioning better, about my decision that my male gender was important, but not nearly so important to me as she was. That now I believed I would be with her no matter how the gender thing came out, I could live, and enjoy either result. What we did in the bedroom just now was kind of a confirmation of that, even if it was not the same as it was back when I was a man. She warned me that even if I really believed that, my emotional troubles were far from over, whichever way I went. I reflected she was probably very right.

I slept better that night than I had for quite a while.

Saturday, October 24

The next morning, Amy suggested we take a weekend away, drive up to the mountains and get a room, some time just to be with each other, away from our everyday burdens. I asked, but she said she was not on call this weekend. So we packed a bag with clothes that either of us could wear, tossed it in the car, and headed for the hills.

The weather was beautiful, as it normally is this time of year. We drove with the windows down and the wind swirling our hair until the altitude got high enough that it was too chilly. We stopped at a little chalet by a stream. It housed a Swiss themed restaurant where we ate lunch. About mid afternoon, we found a little inn with a vacancy, set off the highway, back in the tall trees. We checked in, and carried the bag into our room. We traded the shorts and cropped tops we were wearing for warmer clothes and sturdy shoes, and took off walking to explore the area. We returned somewhat worn out. All the up and down took a lot more energy than the flatland walking I was used to. And Amy wasn't even used to that!

We ate supper in the little café adjacent to the inn, then returned to our room, and soaked our aching muscles in the Jacuzzi. We soaked too long, and were limp as noodles and wrinkled as prunes when we emerged. We donned matching silk nighties and crawled in bed.

Sunday, October 25

When we rose Sunday, we packed our bag and checked out before finding a place for breakfast. At the diner, we asked about scenic drives in the area, and several of the male customers were more than happy to offer their suggestions to two pretty girls. With all the advice, we were more confused then when we first asked, but between Amy and I, we pieced enough 'advice' together to select a well maintained back road to drive higher into the surrounding mountains. We enjoyed the scenery, stopping occasionally at pretty shaded streams, or scenic overlooks. A little after 1:00 we came upon a small village, and found a cozy place to eat lunch. We then asked directions back to the city, and found the help much more useful than what we received this morning. We continued to enjoy the beautiful countryside, occasional stops with short walks in the cool air, and toward evening, with still an hour or so drive to home, we stopped for dinner.

We had had a wonderful time, and Amy seemed refreshed for the week ahead. And then, of course, next Saturday was the party.

Monday, October 26

I rose with Amy, and fixed coffee and fruit while she showered and dressed. We ate, then I kissed her goodbye as she left for the day. I think this was the first day in over a week, maybe even longer, that she wasn't concerned to leave me alone.

I eagerly donned my walking clothes, reveling in the tight, formfitting pink leotard and royal blue short shorts. I used leggings this morning, as the day hadn't warmed up yet. I put on my pink trimmed walking socks, and the feminine walking shoes with the pink laces. I marveled that I was trying so to look feminine for just a walk around the park, but then, I was expecting to see Paul! I wondered again just what I was up too.

I locked up, walked down the street to the park, and entered the walking path. As I approached the place I normally met Paul, he was not there, and my spirits plunged, until I heard someone calling me. Paul was hurrying along, trying to get my attention. As I waited for his approach, I watched him moving. Yes, he was a well turned out man. Not that I had been ugly, or unpleasing in appearance, but I would never have been considered a hunk. Paul arrived, and I fell in step with him this time. He greeted me cheerfully, and we chatted while we made the two circuits of the walking trail. When we neared the place I normally split off, I asked him if he was up for a third round. He declined, as he had a meeting at work this morning. I continued on my way, and he left. I mused as he left how lucky he was to have the flexibility in his work schedule that he could be out here now, when most working stiffs would have been at their desks for hours already. Then I realized he was still not as fortunate is I, with my 'work anytime as long as the job is done on time' consulting schedule.

I returned home after the third lap, and soaked in a hot bath, spiced with scented bath oil. I had missed this when I was wearing the corset full time. But I didn't really need the corset anymore. If anyone did, it was Amy, I thought with a smile.

I decided this would be a good time to check the fit of our Jeannie costumes, so I pulled them from the back of the closet. I had to study them for a while to figure out how they were worn. It was made up of several parts, done in primarily two fabrics, red velvet and rose colored silk, some transparent, some opaque. The parts in red velvet had silver piping for trim.

The bottom was a sort of red velvet girdle and nearly transparent rose silk pantaloons. The girdle rode very low on the hips, and extended down only maybe 4", ending just above the pubic mound. The silk pantaloons extended loose and baggy till they were gathered with elastic at the ankle. They were colorful, but hid nothing! It was a good thing there were opaque rose silk panties to wear under the girdle!

The top was in two parts, a "bra" made of transparent rose silk, gathered tightly below the breasts, coming up over the breasts somewhat loosely and tight again above, leaving lots of cleavage visible. Thankfully, there was an opaque silk lining that fit snugly over the breasts and gave some support. The second piece of the top was a red velvet bolero jacket that came down to the bottom of the boobs, and easily lacked 8 inches of closing in front, leaving a clear view of the bosom gently enfolded in very little silk.

Finally, there was a hat, kind of a tapered pillbox, done in red velvet with a transparent silk veil that looped below the chin rather than covering the face.

Well, there's no time like the present. Musing that there was nothing else needed, I stripped naked, and started putting on the various pieces. The bottom was snugged with elastic, and rode about like hipster panties, barely covering the top of my pubic hair. The pantaloons were long, but when the elastic gathers snugged around my ankles, they billowed out nicely. The bra was something else. Remember, both Amy and I were up two cup sizes since we bought these. To say my cups runneth over would be an understatement. This would barely be considered decent! The jacket was pushed way out in front by my increased bust line. The hat was intended to fit over braided hair coiled on top of my head. But I wasn't up to that today. That would be for the salon Saturday morning. I slipped into the shoes. Oops, those must be Amy's. Yup, the other pair fits better.

I viewed the final result in the full length mirror. This costume may not be absolutely authentic, but it surely was sexy! This was going to be fun, once I got past all my blushes!

I left the costume on for a while to try to get used to it. Then I had a wicked thought. I called Paul to see if he could come by tomorrow before we walked, as I had something to show him.

Before long, I was pretty used to the heels. They were higher than most I had worn, but I had gotten quite a bit of practice in heels this past two months. Except for the exposure, the costume was very comfortable. Which was good, because there would be enough other things making me uncomfortable the night of the party.

Before making lunch, I carefully removed and repacked the costume. I didn't want to take a chance on staining it before we could use it.

After lunch, I attacked the housecleaning again, determined to get the house completely back into shape the rest of this week.

Dinner was waiting almost ready when Amy got home. She joked about what a great housewife I made. I reflected that she wasn't far off. As we ate, I asked about her day, then told her about the cleaning, and trying on the costume.

After dinner, I stripped Amy and helped her into her costume as well. We giggled over how much cleavage our DD boobs showed in the undersized tops. Just to see the effect, I redressed in my costume as well. The resemblance was amazing. With our hair now colored to match, the only thing that clearly told us apart was our eye color. I set up the digital camera on the tripod, and had it snap several pictures, with us in various increasingly silly poses. I wanted to remember this escapade for a long time.

Tuesday, October 27

Tuesday morning, I showered with Amy, then helped her dress, and we made breakfast together. Well, breakfast was rather rushed because we had spent way too much time in the shower.

When she was gone, I ran excitedly to the bedroom, dragged out the costumes, and for the third time, pulled everything on. I wanted nothing to distract today, so I used the adhesive to firmly attach the gaff. I left off the shoes and hat, and grabbed a floor length terrycloth robe, ready for when Paul arrived. When the doorbell rang, I pulled the robe tightly around me and answered the door, inviting Paul to wait in the living room. I scampered back to the bedroom, closed the door, shed the robe, and slipped into the shoes. I adjusted the hat on my head as I moved down the hall. All was ready before I emerged in the living room. Paul heard the tap of my heels, and turned toward me as I entered the room. His mouth dropped open, as he stood in stunned silence.

I batted my lashes at him and asked shyly, "Like?"

Paul had to try a couple times before anything would come out of his mouth. Finally he managed "Yeah!" which made me giggle. I walked toward him, stopping at the halfway point to pirouette, then stopped to look at him. He was still frozen in place. I got a devilish grin on my face, and eased slowly up to him, reached up on each side of his head, pulled his head toward mine, and kissed him full on the mouth.

Paul pulled up in shock, and stumbled back a couple of half steps. I realized what I had done, and said "I'll be ready in a sec" as I rushed to the bedroom. I closed the door and leaned back against it, as my heart beat wildly. Then I pulled myself up and quickly stripped, laying the costume across the bed. I pulled on the walking clothes I had laid out, slipped into the walking shoes, and headed for the front door, calling for Paul to follow.

I set a stiff pace walking that morning, trying to outrun my mortification. I didn't succeed. Paul easily kept up, of course, but it was well into the second loop of the path before either of us said anything.

"Sorry about that", I said.

"Nothing to be sorry about. I always enjoy a kiss from a beautiful woman! Just a little surprised, I guess. I seem to be getting a lot of mixed signals around here recently."

"Yeah, sorry about that, too. I guess my head isn't screwed on as straight as I had thought." The stiff pace had me breathing hard by this point, but I wouldn't let up.

When we finished the third circuit, Paul said "See you later in the week, maybe."

I mumbled some reply as I rushed toward the safe haven of home.

I quickly showered, as I had another appointment with Dr, Simmons at 11:00. I prepared myself double quick today. When I was ready, I was satisfied with my looks, but it wasn't up to last Friday's standard. I suspected Rick would notice, and have some thoughts about this too.

I barely made it on time, and was soon seated in Rick's office. Rick had to work a little hard to get me started this time. I figured he knew something was up. I finally loosened up, and then it all came rushing out. About the kiss. About my guilt over it. Even about my lunch with Paul last Friday, and my new awareness of what it might have meant, not just a meeting of two buddies.

That's one of the things I hate about psychologists. They never say anything directly. They always answer a question with a question. They always try to make you figure out the answers with their carefully worded questions. Well, today I wanted none of that. I wanted answers! And I proceeded to tell Rick that, in no uncertain terms. He sat back and listened to my tirade, then asked if that had made me feel any better. Another damn question!

"No!" I huffed. "I won't feel better till I get some bloody answers, not just more bloody questions! I have enough questions in my life, I don't need any more right now!"

Rick sat back and steepled his fingers in front of his nose. Boy, do they teach that move in psychologist school? I decided I wasn't going to say another thing till I got something from him. Anything!

So we sat in silence, Rick looking at me expectantly, patiently. I just sat there fuming. The clock ticked around, and I was more determined than ever not to give in. Time finally ran out, and he reminded me of Friday's appointment, the last before the party. Before I could rise to leave, he quietly asked "Are you going to tell Amy?" I didn't answer that question, either. Because I didn't have an answer for it.

I went home, and changed into my housecleaning uniform, short shorts and halter, then vented my aggravation by taking it out on the house. My mind was working non-stop as I went through the mindless labor. I couldn't help but think on the questions Rick had asked, and on the questions he would have asked had I answered the earlier ones. He was doing his psychologist thing on me, and I wasn't even in his office! But slowly I calmed down, and the answers to some of the questions emerged. Not enough, but some. First, I knew I had to tell Amy. Back when I thought it was a buddy thing, there was no reason to either hide or tell. Now that things were different, or my perception of things was different, it would be dishonest to withhold that information. I hoped it wouldn't hurt Amy to hear it. I don't even know what 'it' is. How do I get myself into these messes?

Dinner was ready when Amy walked in the door. The white wine was chilled, and I was dressed casually, nice slacks and modest blouse, but barefoot. Amy sensed something was up, and changed quickly, in a style much like mine. Rather I should say my style was like hers, because that is where I learned it. We sipped wine while we ate, and I held off till we were settled in the family room. Amy had always been in sync enough with me to follow along, knowing when and how the talking would begin. No pressure. We both knew we would talk, and that we would be totally honest with each other.

We were side by side on the sofa, and I pulled her against me, cuddling her softness against mine.

Trying to ease the tension, she joked "That bad, is it?"

I wasn't joking when I answered "Yeah." This was going to be hard. "Amy, I… um, don't know where to start."

"Well, the beginning is always a good place."

"Normally. But I think I will start at the end this time. Amy, um", I couldn't look at her. I mumbled "I kissed Paul today."

She stayed silent for a minute, then tilted my head up so she could look in my eyes. After searching my eyes for a moment, she quietly asked "Do you love me?"

My answer was instant, "Yes! Love is such a pale word for what I feel for you!" She seemed satisfied with what she saw in my eyes.

Very quietly "Do you love Paul?"

"I… think so. At least a little." She still watched my eyes.

"Does this affect your decision between James and Jamie?"

I tried to look down, but Amy wouldn't let me. She still gazed steadily into my eyes. "God, I don't know. I don't know!" the last coming as a sob.

"Hush, honey. It's all right. We will be OK. We can work this out. Shhh." As tears started dripping from the eyes she still would not let me lower. "Tell me about it."

I wanted so desperately to look away, but Amy held me firm. "When I tried on my costume yesterday, I though that my friend Paul would not go to the party, so he wouldn't see it. So I invited him over before we walked this morning, and surprised him, in the whole getup. He was so surprised. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open. It was so cute. I just got this sudden impulse, and pulled his head down into a kiss. It was over in an instant. I was so embarrassed, I ran to our room, changed for walking, and practically ran out of the house and around the park three times. We hardly said a word the whole way." I wound down then.

The whole time, she read the truth of my words, and read my feelings, in my eyes. "What else?"

How does she do that? I guess we know each other too well. I called her my soul mate once. How true that seems to be. Somehow, I must never lose this woman. "Um, last Friday, after my psychologist visit, I really wanted to see you, to have lunch with you, but I knew it wouldn't work. So I decided to have lunch with my buddy Paul. I drove to his office and asked him to lunch. We ate in a little diner near his work. Then I came home, and he went back to work."

Still searching my eyes "Anything else?"

Oh, man, she can be brutal at times! "I really, consciously, thought of Paul as just a buddy, a friend, at the time. I wonder now if I didn't know something different, and would just not admit it. And that morning, I took special care dressing. I thought at the time that it was to make a statement to Dr. Simmons, but now I wonder if I didn't do it with Paul in mind, at least a little."

"Mmm, Hmm. You got it bad, sweety. Yes, siree, Bob!" She let go of my chin. She had pulled the truth from the bottom of my soul, so there was no more need to delve.

"You're not mad?" I managed to whisper.

"No, honey. Not mad, not even hurt. What is, is. And this was a lot my doing. Better to be mad at me than you." She reflected for a while. "I can't see where this is going. But I know one thing, you are the other half of my soul. I will not give you up! Not without one hell of a fight. But, I don't think this is about us breaking up. I don't know what this is yet. Maybe this is you under the influence of estrogen, exploring your female side. Maybe it is really love. I have never believed that there is one and only one person in this world for each of us to love. Maybe you have just been lucky enough to find two in your lifetime. But I know what we have, you and I, is more than love. It is a soul-deep connection. And loving someone else is not going to damage that, or make that go away. Somehow we will work through this, and come out stronger, more in love than we are today."

Wednesday, October 28

Wednesday and Thursday alternately crawled and flew by. The party was rushing at me like an avalanche, unstoppable. I walked both mornings, but did not see Paul. When I buried myself in the housework, time passed quickly. When I ran out of things to do, time seemed to stop. Not much of note happened, other than me working myself into a frenzy.

Friday, October 30

Friday finally arrived, after a sleepless night. D-Day minus 1. I was nervous about the party. I was nervous about Paul. I was nervous about Dr. Simmons. I was just plain nervous!

I dressed for walking again, anxious to walk off some of my nervous tension. I wasn't expecting to see Paul today, after the last time, and his absence the last two days. But he was there waiting for me. My insides were all clenched painfully tight as he fell in beside me. He gave me an easy greeting, but his eyes were out of sync. We gradually worked back into our easy banter by the second lap, and the last time around was quite enjoyable.

When I started to head off home, Paul stopped me. "Jamie, wait. I need to know where things stand between us. I am going crazy!"

"Doesn't it bother you that I am really a man?"

"No! You are a beautiful loving woman. Maybe you were a man, according to you, you were. Maybe you will be a man some day. But right now, all I see is all woman. And I am falling in love with that woman."

I changed tacks, "I told Amy about kissing you, about everything."

He wasn't prepared for that one, "What did she say?"

"She said I was lucky because I might have found two true loves in my lifetime, if what I feel for you turns out to be true love."

I don't think he knew how to respond to that. So he went a different direction. "And what do you say?"

In a whisper "I think I may be falling in love with you, too."

His face perked up noticeably "And what does Amy say about that?"

"She won't give me up without a fight."

"Oh?"

"But as long as she doesn't lose me or my love, she doesn't seem to have a problem with me loving someone else."

Paul looked like he had been hit by a half dozen 18 wheelers, one after the other. He was just about reeling with shock after shock. "What does that mean for us?"

There were tears in my voice as I said "I don't know. I don't know if I will be woman or man next week. I don't know if I will love you when I am a man again, if I am a man again. I don't know if you can love me if I am a man. I don't know. I don't know!" With that, I turned and ran for home.

Paul had made me late enough that I didn't have time to do much about getting ready for Dr. Simmons. Just wash the worst of the sweat and tears off, dash on a touch of lipstick, pull on something clean, and race out the door. I made it in time, but just.

Rick noted my red swollen eyes immediately, but waited for me to bring it up. He started out with easy questions about what I had been doing with my time, was I ready for the party, how was Amy. If he just knew, not a one of those questions were easy right now. He finally got to how I was feeling today, and the dam burst. It all came pouring out, my confused feelings for Paul, which he already knew. My confession to Amy, and her probing for the deepest secrets. Her acceptance, my confusion. Paul's profession of budding love. My uncertainty about remaining a woman, and near certainty of losing Paul if I didn't.

He asked if I could express my feelings on my gender now.

"No." But I stopped to think about it a little more. "I can say this, though. I never wanted to be a woman, I was always happy to be male, even if I wasn't a macho guy. Being a woman has been easy, at least for the most part, and has had its rewards. But I still don't 'want' to be a woman, though if I had to stay this way, I think I could live a happy life, as long as I had Amy, and possibly Paul."

That was rather a rambling answer, so I tried to think how to sum it up. "I guess I have two basic desires that are at odds: I would rather be a man, but I don't want to lose Paul. Of those, I think the first is stronger. But. If, for medical reasons, I could not return to James, I think I could still have a happy life, though I would bitterly miss being a father."

Through his steepled hands "In spite of your denial of knowing how you feel, that seems like a fairly concise summary of it. Are you comfortable that that is your real feelings, at this point? Is it safe to base our forward progress on that description?"

I tried to mentally review what I said, and finally answered "Yes."

"OK. Tuesday is your first appointment after the party. That is where we said we would start rebuilding your life as you felt it should be. So it seems, based on the way you stated the goal, the first question that must be answered is 'medically, is it possible for you to function as a male?' Aside from your other two criteria, your path goes different directions depending on the answer to that question. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

"Then what I propose, post-party, is this. The medical fight is on the hormonal level, not cosmetics. It wouldn't make sense to start undoing the cosmetic changes if the result of the hormone problem results in you staying a woman. So, until the first medical question is answered, I suggest you stay physically as you are."

I looked at him, but had no response.

"If the medical result is that you can function as a male, then, unless your thinking changes before that time, we start to reconstruct your manhood, mentally (that's my job) and physically (that's Sandy's job). Does that sound right?"

"I guess."

"And if the medical result is opposite, then you/we still have to work out the future, though you seem to imply that in that case, you think the best course is to remain a woman."

"I am not as sure of that. Maybe. At least there is time to explore that later. I am too stressed and confused right now."

"OK, then. Until next Tuesday. And good luck at the party! See you there."

"Oh yeah, doc, that reminds me. You're one of very few people in the medical group that know how much I look like Amy. We plan to have some fun with that at the party, so would appreciate it if you wouldn't give the game away?"

He assured me it would be not be a problem.

He also remembered that Sandy had called and asked me to stop by for a blood hormone test when I finished.

I trooped over to Sandy's office. The nurse took me to a room, and drew the needed blood. We wouldn't have the results till sometime next week. I was only there 10 minutes, and only saw Sandy to wave at a distance.

When I left, I was at loose ends for the afternoon. I wanted to see Amy, but that wasn't practical this time of day. I wanted to see Paul, but didn't feel right about it. So I decided that grocery shopping was long overdue, and it might as well get done now.

Grocery shopping was a boring as ever. Someone, maybe one of our neighbors, saw me and greeted me as Amy. I made no attempt to correct the mistake. After all, that was why I looked this way, and carrying on the charade was good practice.

Shopping did give me a chance to buy the ingredients for a simple but elegant meal for Amy tonight. I felt in need of some time with her, some reassurance. Amy enjoyed the meal, and we relaxed after. She talked about her day at work, I talked about Dr. Simmons, the blood test, shopping, preparing dinner. I didn't mention about Paul that morning, I didn't feel I had to as Amy knew I was sorting my thoughts about that yet.

We retired early as tomorrow was the culmination of this challenge, and would be a tiring day. Amy became amorous after we had settled into bed, and though I might not have worked up the interest on my own, what with my suppressed libido, Amy's attentions sparked my hunger. While I was not able to enter her, we still enjoyed a long session of tender lovemaking that left us both satisfied in the end. By the time I drifted to sleep, I was feeling much of the reassurance I had been craving earlier. I knew I was well loved.

Saturday, October 31

We arose fairly early Saturday. I felt remarkably relaxed, given the lengths we had gone to prepare for today. I spent some time in the shower trying to figure out why I wasn't more uptight. By this time, I was feeling comfortable enough as Amy's double that I was not stressing over that aspect. I had attended this same party the last couple years, and knew what to expect, so there was no concern there. I knew virtually everyone in Amy's medical group, some quite well, and many of their guests who would be attending. As for the challenge itself, all that was required of me now was to attend as a woman. So I decided it was reasonable for me not to flip out at this point.

Of course, there was the hormone overdose and possible consequences, the issue of Paul, and the pending decision about returning to the male gender. But those were for the future, and I didn't want to stress over them now. I wanted to relax and enjoy this day, and the confusion Amy and I planned to sow this evening.

Another reason for me to feel good about today was that I knew I had succeeded in the challenge. Even though events had overshadowed the original intent, I am still glad that today should resolve one source of pain for Amy. Assuming Sandy lives up to her bargain, and I have no reason the think she might not, the friction between she and I should be on its way to oblivion. I am glad, not only for Amy's sake, but I have liked Sandy all along, and just hadn't known how to get her to trust me.

All of this passed through my mind as I washed, patted dry, powdered, and returned stark naked to our bedroom. Amy was there in bra and panties, looking extremely fine. I felt a little frustration that my normal physical response to such a sight was absent, and wondered if I would ever feel that particular response again. I shook off my doubts for later, and embraced my scantily clad wife against my nakedness, kissing her deeply, tenderly caressing every inch of skin I could reach. She melted to me, and explored my body as well. Things progressed from there, and we passed the next couple of hours in a sensual blur. Amy just seemed to know so well what to do to my body to make it sing, and during the times I was capable of thought, I tried my best to reciprocate, learning how to arouse her body as well.

By the time we finished, and lay languorously on the bed for a while to recover, we were both in need of a shower, and were almost out of time. It was really good we had nothing pressing that morning. Amy used our shower, and I used the hall bath, fearing a shared shower at this point would make us miss our salon appointments. We dressed quickly and casually, ate a quick brunch, and hurried across town, arriving just before our 1:00 appointment time. We were both signed up for the works: shampoo and set on the hair, with touch up of the darker roots that had grown out on both of us, waxing any and everywhere there might be hair needing removal, dramatic evening makeup, and full manicure/pedicure including a deep red nail polish that matched our costumes.

When we left we looked like twins, with my man-made (or Sandy-made) copy of Amy's fantastic body and face, our identical makeup and nail polish, and our identically colored golden blonde hair in braids coiled atop our head in preparation for the Jeannie costumes. Our clothing was the only flaw in the mirror images, as we had made no attempt to dress alike. It was too late for lunch, and there would be food at the party. But both of us were a little hungry after our activities so far, so we decided to grab a quick bite at the mall food court. We both had salads and diet cokes, then returned home for our final preparations.

Getting ready was easy, as we really only needed to strip and don our costumes. Our makeup, hair, and nails were just as we needed them to fit the part.

Amy pulled the costumes from the back of the closet, and began separating them into two piles on the bed while I stripped. Thanks to our earlier amorous activities, I was not yet wearing my gaff, so Amy helped me fasten it snugly in place. She stripped, and we posed in front of the mirror for a minute, marveling at the similarities of our reflections.

Amy suddenly said "Oh!" and dragged me to the bathroom. She got out what she said were non-prescription colored contact lenses. After I managed to get them into my eyes, I saw Amy's face, green eyes and all looking back at me!

We had no real lingerie to put on as the costume came with coordinated panty and bra, so all we needed were identical nude panty hose. This was followed by the rose silk panties, then the velvet girdle, with the diaphanous silk pantaloons attached. After that the rose silk bra, the red velvet bolero jacket, then we helped each other affix the velvet hats atop our heads. We stepped into our 5" red stilettos, and were done. We each collected the makeup and identification we would need into tiny red velvet pocketbooks we would carry, and we were ready to go. I glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 7:00 already. My how time flies!

We had made arrangements to ride to the party with Sandy, who was to pick us up at 7:00. Just then, the doorbell rang. We looked at each other, almost like looking in the mirror, and walked to the door with Amy following behind me.

I opened the door, saw it was Sandy, and said "Hi, Sandy. Come on in."

"Hi Amy. I hope Jamie is almost ready, we should be leaving soon," as she walked in. "That is really a spectacular costume!"

"Thanks," I said. About that time she got far enough in to see past me and froze in her tracks.

"Well, well, well. This is quite something!" She studied us for a minute, then said "I really can't tell which is which. Which of you is Amy?"

"I am!" we both answered, and broke out in a giggle.

Sandy just looked bemusedly from one of us to the other.

I said "You will just have to figure it out for yourself on the way."

And Amy added "And we won't be giving you any clues!"

With that, I walked out the door, and waited, keys in hand, as Amy, and finally Sandy followed. I locked up, and by the time I got to Sandy's car, Amy was already in the back seat, so I sat by Sandy.

Sandy kind of smirked, and said "You really had me going there, but now I know!"

Amy asked "Oh, and how is that?"

Sandy glanced in here rear view mirror and said "Give it up, Jamie. You have your Amy act down really great, but Amy always sits up here with me."

Amy got a downcast expression on her face, and said "Oh darn!" while I tried to keep from exploding in laughter.

We chatted on the way, with Amy or I responding regardless of whether the answer should have come from Amy or Jamie. Sandy was looking confused again by the time we arrived.

The party was being held at a local resort's convention facility. Amy's medical group is not that large, but the party had grown over the years to include prominent patients, as well as VIPs from the companies the group worked with. The convention facility was two main adjoining rooms with a sliding partition between them. If it was arranged like last year, there would be a bar and buffet at the far end of these two rooms. Our plan was to stay as far as possible from each other, to minimize the chance people would realize there were two near identical Jeannies tonight. The hope was that everyone would think we were the same person, and often wonder how we got from one end of the party to the other.

There were also several small rooms adjacent with cushy furniture where conversations could be carried on in comfort. There were several more small rooms that were not being used for the party. The party started at 7:00, but things really got rolling around 8:00, and that is when we planned to arrive.

Sandy pulled into a parking space, and Amy climbed out, while I restrained Sandy from leaving, saying "Let Jamie go in alone, then we will go in together in a few minutes", still not correcting Sandy's mistake in our identity.

We waited 10 minutes, then strolled in together, chatting away, greeting any familiar faces we saw.

Alice, one of the nurses working for another doctor in the group called out to me, saying "Didn't I just see you come in a minute ago?"

"Um, yeah, just had to pop back out to wait for Sandy."

"Oh, hi Sandy!"

"Hi Alice.

We got a few steps past Alice before we couldn't restrain our giggles any longer.

I told Sandy that our plan was that she was to switch periodically between Jamie and I to further the confusion. Sandy liked that idea.

We drifted through the crowd, aiming at the closer bar and buffet, since I knew Amy would have headed toward the far one. We finally got drinks, with me carefully remembering to order a white wine, like Amy would have, and in fact was sipping at the far end of the other room right now. We nibbled at the buffet, but I wasn't very hungry. After a while, I sent Sandy off to join "Jamie", and mingled some more. It was probably an hour before I started noticing some bewildered looks in my direction.

I was talking with Rick when Dr. Stan Adams approached, and asked "Didn't I just see you with Sandy over by the other bar?"

I calmly responded, "Oh, you might have, I have been trying to get around to see everyone!" He seemed satisfied with that, and drifted off.

Rick leaned closer and whispered "So, Amy, Jamie was telling me about your plan. It seems to be working!"

I giggled, and agreed, telling him he needed to touch base with both "Amys" tonight.

To one side, where the main rooms joined, there was a small band playing. Selections included Halloween standbys like "Monster Mash" interspersed with dance tunes. I received several invitations to dance, and accepted many of them, being careful to keep my partner near "my" edge of the dance floor, to minimize twin spottings.

I was amazed to see how many of the men, hit on "Amy" once they found that James was not attending tonight. While it surprised me, I was confident enough of my relationship with Amy that I was amused rather than offended.

At midnight there was to be voting for the best costumes. People circulating all evening had been collecting names of those that others thought were in the running. At midnight, the 10 top vote getters would be called up on the stage where the band currently played, and the final winner would be selected by the volume of applause as each was introduced. There were many fine costumes tonight. Some people really went all out to do it right. So I was somewhat surprised when Amy's name was called to come to the stage. We had talked about this, and decided that if it should happen, we would both go up, as that would be a great way to reveal our dual disguise.

I made my way from my end of the room, and as I got closer, saw Amy approaching from the other. As I neared the stage, murmuring began around me, as others obviously saw my twin coming as well. We reached the stairs together, and held each others hands as we climbed the stairs, our backs to the crowd. When we got to the place we should stand, we turned around together, and there was a gasp from the crowd, followed by a smattering of applause. The last two people were called and came to stand beside us, then it was time for the vote-by-applause.

The MC started at the end of the line, and let each finalist introduce themselves. The audience would then applaud, and the volume was measured using a meter supplied by the band.

Then the MC got to us, he looked a little confused, and held the microphone up to me first. Amy and I glanced at each other, then she leaned in and in unison, we introduced ourselves, using her name. There was laughter from the audience, followed by thunderous applause. The MC just shook his head, and moved on to the next finalist.

The novelty factor apparently carried the day, as Amy and I were declared the winners. There was some grumbling from a couple of finalists, as there were some really great costumes there, probably way better than Amy or I individually. We never did tell anyone which of us was which.

The party would start winding down around 1:00, and we knew everyone would be gone by 1:30, but we weren't ready to leave just yet. Amy climbed off the stage first, and headed toward my end of the room, and waved her hand behind her signaling me to go toward the other, so we separated again. I was greeted as Amy by many people, and asked about my double. I just smiled, and made some vague cryptic comments, never really answering their questions.

I got to the bar, and had another glass of wine, must have been 8 or 9 by now, and on a basically empty stomach, I was feeling the effects. Before long, I saw Betty, the secretary to the group director, Dr. Albert, approaching.

"Amy?" she asked hesitantly. I nodded, thinking to keep up the charade. But she continued, "Oh, good. Dr. Albert asked me to find you. Come this way, please."

I wondered if I should correct her as I followed behind. She approached one of the small side rooms not in use for the party, ushered me inside, and closed the door as she left. I looked around the dimly lit room, and saw someone sitting at a conference table. He rose as I walked toward him, and he said "Amy, good, come over here. I'm glad Betty found you before you left. I have something important I need to discuss with you."

I approached hesitantly, "Um, Dr. Albert, I'm not…"

He interrupted, "No need to be all formal now, Amy. We're friends, aren't we?" I nodded meekly, wondering how to straighten things out, but he was continuing, after putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me toward the back of the room. "As you may have heard, we have a vacancy in the governing board of the group. You have done such good work for us here, shown such dedication, that I have been considering asking you to step into that spot."

I was surprised, and couldn't come up with anything to say. It didn't matter, he was continuing without waiting.

"However, something bothersome has come to my attention recently. I had a very disturbing conversation with Dr. Fredricks a couple days ago. Seems he made some allegations about questionable conduct on your part, and threats by you against him. All very troublesome, and so out of character for you."

I was gasping for breath by this point, "No wait, that's not true!"

"Ah, Amy, I am so disappointed in you. How can you say it's not true when I haven't told you what he has accused you of? But don't worry, darlin, we can still work this out. See, Jerry is a little toad, I never did trust him. So, in spite of this, um, blemish on your fine record, we can reach an accommodation that will still let you sit on the governing board, and give me a very strong ally, too."

I just gaped at him. What had I done to Amy? How could I fix this? I had to tell him I am not Amy, that it was me that did those things, but before I could think what to say, he said "Now, don't you try to deny it, Amy, you don't want to hurt my opinion of you any more, do you?" I dumbly shook my head, but he was going on anyway "Now, as I said, that Jerry is a twerp that I will be glad to be rid of, however, I think I need something from you to prove to me that you should have that seat on the board."

I gasped, "What can I do?"

He slowly reached to unzip his slacks, "Why, just what you did for Jerry, my dear."

I backed away, shaking my head, but he continued, "Or I can blackball you in the medical profession, make sure you never work again in anything more reputable than a backwater clinic in Mexico!"

I stared at him in shock. But he persisted "Now, what is it to be, Mexico?" pointing at the door, meaning to leave if that was my choice, "or the governing board?" and with a triumphant smile at my look of defeat, slid his slacks down to reveal his bulging boxers.

I looked at that large lump with fascinated horror. He stepped forward, and guided me toward him, pressing me to my knees in front of him, and waited. I was frozen to the spot until I heard him impatiently clear his throat. I started, glanced up at his gloating eyes, then back down. I hesitantly reached to that menacing bulge, touching it lightly. He twitched under cover, and I flinched back, then forced myself to reach forward again, moving my fingers inside to discover a semi-hard, hot, throbbing organ within. I almost withdrew, but thought I couldn't do that to Amy. After all, this was nothing I hadn't done before. I steeled myself, and extracted his member, only to have it staring me in the eye. A drop oozed out to glisten at the tip, and after a furtive glance up, I leaned forward to pluck the drop away with my tongue. The light contact brought another twitch, and he stood up even stiffer. I leaned forward, and swirled my tongue around the helmet of his cock, repeating my actions with Jerry. Dr. Albert groaned slightly, and became even harder. I sucked the tip into my mouth, and suckled lightly, flicking the tip of my tongue across the sensitive glans. I moved forward, forcing his penis into my mouth until I had to stop. Pausing, I made a rumbling noise in my throat that sent vibrations down his shaft. I withdrew, letting him slip from my mouth, licked down the length of the underside, finding his ball sack, and swabbed that with my tongue. Coming back up to the tip, I once again captured him and lunged forward, easily passing my prior stopping point, and forcing his sizeable dick into my throat. I fought the gag reflex, and waited for it to pass with my nose pressed into his pubic hair. When I regained control, I set up a rhythm, sliding out, then back down to the root, gathering speed, only wanting this to be over.

Suddenly he grabbed my head, and gently pushed it back, releasing his member. He then grabbed my shoulders, lifting me to my feet, and rotating us so we faced each other, and my back was to the table.

"Drop that sexy costume and sit on the edge of the table!" he commanded.

I nearly panicked, shaking my head vigorously. One thought overrode all others, I couldn't let him discover my secret! I managed to stammer "My period."

He grimaced, then spun me around, forcing me forward over the table, until my boobs and face were pressed to the tabletop. I then felt hands at my hips fumbling for the top edge of the velvet girdle, pulling it down over my bottom to my knees. I almost screamed in terror, but he must have sensed it. I swatted my bottom, hard, and growled "Keep quiet if you know what is good for you!"

With that, I felt a finger probing between my cheeks, eventually finding my back door. He pressed in, stretching the opening. "Relax, or it will hurt more!"

I tried, I really tried, but I just couldn't do as he said. Then I felt something larger probing where his finger had been. Fortunately his dick was still wet from my mouth, so there was some lubricant. He pressed inward, and the pain increased slowly until, with a pop, the head slipped inside. He paused to gain his breath, or maybe he was being considerate, I don't know. The pain subsided gradually, but before I was ready (as if I would ever be ready for this) I felt him pushing forward again, then back, then forward in short strokes, working deeper with each. For me, the pain spiraled upward, leaving me panting in agony.

When he was maybe halfway in, I heard the door opening at the far end of the room, to my right. I don't think Dr. Albert heard, as just then he lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt, and wrenching a scream from me. I was lost in a fog of pain, but saw the lights turn bright, and heard an indignant "What the hell is going on here!" followed by the slamming of the door. It was Amy! I was saved, was my first thought. Then, oh god, no, Amy is going to see this! She won't understand. She is going to hate me! And I passed out.

*****

From what I pieced together later, it happened something like this.

Amy repeated in an ominous growl "Dr. Marvin Albert, what the hell do you think you are doing to my husband!"

Dr. Albert became aware of the lights, and the voice, and whipped his head around to face Amy. He recovered quickly, and nearly shouted "I don't know who the hell you are, bitch, but I want you out of here now! I have unfinished business with one of my doctors!"

Amy was on him in an instant. The crack of her slap across his face sounded like the report of a rifle. "Get the hell away from my *husband*!" she shouted, as she pushed him to the side, dislodging him from my tortured anus.

"Husband?" he gasped.

"That's right, husband! Now, I want an explanation here, right now, or I am marching right out there and bringing back witnesses to show them just what kind of pervert we have directing our group." As she attacked him verbally, she gently eased my costume back up over my nakedness, and stroked me soothingly.

He counter attacked as he rearranged his clothes, "After I get done telling about your recent behavior, you will be out on your ear, and no one will listen to a word you say!"

She smiled at him evilly, "Not even when I show them what you were doing to a man?" He paled slightly. "And what is it you think you have on me? Oh, don't tell me! You've been talking to that bastard Jerry Fredricks, haven't you? Well save your breath, I have never done anything with him. Jerry got my husband here drunk, and then proceeded to force him into a degrading situation. Out of consideration for James' feelings I told Jerry I would keep quiet about it, but now that it's out, you have not a thing on me, and you and Jerry are both facing ruin!"

When he didn't immediately respond, Amy continued "Maybe I should get Marcy in here?" Dr. Albert paled at the mention of his wife. Even with mistaken identity, this was not explainable to her. Amy whipped out her cell phone, dialed, waited. "Sandy, can you please find Marcy Albert and bring her to conference room three at the east end of the ballroom? Thanks, you're a sweetheart!"

Dr. Albert gasped, and tried to stop her, but Amy calmly finished the call. He looked broken. "What is it you want?"

Amy spat, "You. Dead!" He jerked back as if slapped with each word. Then Amy continued more calmly, "Scum like you can destroy the great thing we have in this medical group. If we are going to succeed, you need to go. So! What I want is your resignation, as well as Jerry's, before the governing board within a week. And I want your promise that none of this will ever be mentioned outside this room. If you do that, James and I won't talk about it either. I will let you keep your reputation, and maybe your wife. But I will not work with or for your ever again."

Amy heard the door opening, and said one word "Decide!" He nodded his head in defeat. Amy quickly turned to the door to see Sandy and Marcy entering. "Oh, thank heavens you're here. Marcy, Jamie and I were talking with your husband here, when he started feeling poorly. Then Jamie passed out on the table, so I called Sandy for help. I think you had better get your hubby home to bed. And Sandy, can you help me with Jamie, please?"

Sandy started to say something, but Amy desperately gestured her to keep quiet, and they went to Jamie as Marcy helped her husband from the room, making soothing noises as they went.

When they were gone, Sandy hissed "What the hell is going on here!"

When the door closed, Amy responded "That bastard was raping Jamie! He thought it was me, that he had some damaging evidence against me, and was blackmailing me into having sex with him. I can only guess that Jamie went along to try to protect me. Help me get him out of here!"

*****

I came around as they tried to get me upright. There was a throbbing pain in my bottom, and I felt slightly woozie. Then it came back to me, what had been happening, and I started bawling, and begging Amy for forgiveness. She hushed me, and soothed me with loving words, until I calmed down enough that Sandy and Amy were able to guide me out of the room and toward the exit. We made a little stir as we navigated the ballroom toward the door with Amy deflecting concerned inquiries with vague non-answers. Sandy drove us home in silence. I think I was going into shock. The trip passed in a haze, as did the walk into the house.

Sunday, November 1

Next I knew, I awoke in my own bed, naked, with Amy asleep beside me and Sandy sprawled across the easy chair near the bed. I had to pee bad, so I tried to get out of bed without waking anyone, and scampered into the bathroom. When I finished, I wrapped one of Amy's gauzy robes around me. It didn't hide much, but I felt better with it on.

When I got into the bedroom, Sandy was looking at me intently, and Amy still slept. Sandy gestured toward the door to the hall, and I followed her to the kitchen. I sank wearily to a chair, and Sandy set about making coffee. She nodded her head toward my room and said "She wore herself out, staying up most of the night, making sure you were OK. She was so worried about you. She blamed herself, and she felt so guilty."

I just stared at her dumbly, only soaking up about half of what she said. When I didn't respond, she continued "But we both know where the blame belongs, don't we?"

I hung my head in shame, and mumbled "Yes."

She quickly crouched in front of me and tilted my head up so she could look into my streaming eyes. "No, oh no, that is not what I meant. Don't even think that! God, no! This is all my fault. If I had just trusted Amy, and accepted you, this would never have happened. God! Boy, have I screwed everything up!" She sobbed, and sank back onto her butt on the floor. Soon she was crying as well, and it was my turn to kneel beside her, take her in my arms, and comfort her. At least it took my mind off my guilt. I reassured her it wasn't her fault. I held her, and we rocked back and forth, each buried in their own private hell of guilt, but trying to comfort the other.

I don't know how long we shared our misery like that before I felt another pair of arms wrap around both of us, as from her own load of guilt, Amy tried to soothe us too.

Finally we all stopped crying and just held each other. Sandy said, "Trick or treat! That sure was a hell of a trick I played on you, wasn't it?"

I looked at her, and said "Maybe it was just a treat in disguise."

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed. This was where the story was originally intended to end, however, there seems too much going on in Jamie's life to end it just yet. Look for Jamie's continuing adventures in "Trick or Treat 2 — Descent".