I was on my own now that my wife had died of breast cancer, We loved each other and had an understanding that most people can never achieve but I had a secret that I could never share with her till about a week before she died. You see I have a female brain and my life up until now has been like a split tv screen with one part of a story running on one side of the screen and on the other side is the other half of the story running simultaneously. The one on the left side is what is actually happening and the one on the right side is like a replay when they can't decide if a goal has been awarded or not and the referee asks for a video replay on a big screen above the goal posts.

Let me explain, My name is Alexander Hess and my late wife was Isabella. She passed away at the age of thirty eight which was far too young to die, but when God gives he also takes away so there is a continuous cycle of life. I am aged forty and am quite slim and small for a man so it was fairly easy for me to play dress up with Isabella's very feminine clothes and to top it off she was a really girly girl in her day.

I had been dressing most of my life but was never game to come out to anyone especially to Isabella. She was very straight and also into church so hopefully you get the picture of where I’m coming from. I work as an insurance assessor for a large company by the name of 'All Insure' and it has branches all over Australia, yes that’s right the upside down land called the 'land down under'. It is a large and vast land of floods and droughts and cyclones, so there are always a lot of claims to assess and that is what I do.

Because of the sort of claims I handle there is a lot of interstate travel involved. I can be in Brisbane where I am based one day and in Perth the next, so I have always been away a lot and it gave me the chance to indulge in my little hobby when I stayed in motels all over the country.

I never dressed at home because like I said Isabella was a very straight lady and any suggestion of anything but straight would be an abomination in her's and God's eyes.

I start this story on Christmas day two thousand and eleven. I was on my own at a holiday apartment in Coolangatta, which is right on the border of Queensland and New South Wales. Tweed Heads is on the New South Wales side. Because Queensland doesn’t have daylight saving like New South Wales New Year is celebrated twice on the glitter strip. Depending how drunk you got on the Queensland side you could really write yourself of the second time around.

Anyway it was still only Christmas Day so I had some time to see if I could find someone to share the New Year's celebrations with. Now I know I am not just a cross-dresser because in reality it is only clothes and clothes can certainly make me feel good but I am transgender and clothes alone is never going to be enough to make me feel like who I really am in my head and heart.

I have seen a therapist and have been diagnosed as having Gender Dysphoria so I am not just someone who likes to dress but actually wants to be a woman and eventually have SRS and go the whole distance. Now that my wife was not there to hurt, I could finally do something about becoming who I am inside as well as on the outside.

I of course had a problem. I had to keep working which means I would have to transition at work. I hadn't had the courage to tell my boss yet but he was a really nice guy and I thought he might be gay, it was just the way he talked about what he got up to when he went out and he had dropped a few hints how he couldn't stand people not accepting gays and transsexual people. Well I would find out in the new year just how genuine he was because I was going to out myself when I got back to work. It is something that I had to do now or forever hold my peace.

Anyway getting back to my problem at hand, in the past Isabella and I celebrated New Year on the beach and stayed there till the sun came up to start a brand new year. I decide to have Christmas lunch at the twin town RSL club. They put on a really good lunch for a lot of returned service men and women. I didn't want to drive because I would not be able to have any alcohol and I do enjoy having a drink on Christmas Day but the rest of the year I hardly touched the stuff. I phoned for a taxi and waited out the front of the apartment building for it to turn up.

It took about ten minutes and the driver had a Christmas hat on which looked rather silly on an Indian man who was probably a Muslim and they don’t believe in Christ so it was rather a wasted effort on his part. Anyway he took me to where I wanted to go. I paid him and gave him a ten dollar tip because no-one should have to work on Christmas day, I made my way into the leagues' club and who should be there but my boss Grant Hogan all by himself. He too had a silly hat on and I walked up to him and said, “Gday Grant what are you doing here? I thought you would be with your family on Christmas day!!.

He took of the silly hat before he said, “G'day Alex, I didn't expect to see you here either but I suppose you are at a loss now that your wife has passed away?”

I replied, “Yeah, but life goes on and I have no close friends so this is where I ended up. What about you? I thought you had a partner?”

He replied, “He-- umm ---she left me a couple of weeks ago so I am now single like you Alex, so I suppose we can cry on each other's shoulders while we eat Christmas lunch. What do you say?”

“Yeah why not? It's not every day one gets to eat Christmas lunch with one's boss is it?”

We walked inside the club and chose a table. It was an “all you can eat” affair for the cost of twenty five dollars which is really good value. Drinks were obviously extra and this is where they caught up with you money-wise. I like rum and coke and Grant drank beer with a dash of lemon squash. It's called a shandy and is mainly the way women drink their beer or so I believe.

We got our plates and drinks and went back to our table and sat down to eat, and for a while we didn’t really say much and just concentrated on eating turkey with baked vegetables. I am not a big eater so for me desert was out, but Grant went and got himself some pavlova and another drink for both of us. It wasn't till now that we started to chat about what we were doing in our lives and to my complete surprise, Grant came straight out and said, “I know every one thinks that I’m gay Alex, but I am not gay in the true sense of the word because I am in fact a cross-dresser and my partner who is or was gay didn't like the idea of going to bed with a tranny or as he called me a he-she and he just upped and left.

I didn't know how to respond to what he just told me and I said, “Well Grant I have a little problem myself, and seeing that you just outed yourself to me I guess I had better tell you now and not in the new year when I start work again about me wanting to transition as a woman!!

He just stopped eating his pavlova and looked at me very seriously and said, “Alex if you are telling me that you are the same as me, then that just made my day.”

I replied, “How so Grant? If you are into cross-dressing that is ok too but I am a bit more than that ,I actually want to become a fully functional woman.”

He thought about that for a couple of minutes and replied. “Well Alex I don’t know if I am game enough to go that far but I will definitely be there to support you all the way.”

I thought, ''This is getting more interesting by the minute I think he must want more than just friendship the way he is looking at me. I am feeling some stirring in the nether region. And I don’t know whether to encourage him on or not. I know I am not gay but I do like men, but as a woman not as a man. I wonder if I explain that to him would he still be interested in me sexually?''

I decided to go a bit further and said, “Grant I know you are my boss and it could get awkward at work for both of us so, how far do you want to take this?”

He replied, “Well most of the people at work that I have “come out'' to are ok with it, but they think I am just gay and not a cross-dresser. That part I sort of kept secret because most people will except a gay person but not a cd, or a tv person. I don’t know why that is.”

I replied Grant, “That is why I could not ever have told Isabella. She would have freaked out and probably wanted a divorce. I loved her too much to hurt her like that.”

Grant then took one of my hands across the table, not worrying about how people could see what he was doing and said, “Alex if you are interested I would like to get to know you a lot better.”

I thought to myself before I answered, ''Shit what do I do now? I don’t know if I'm ready for this, but he does have a cute smile,''

He didn't let go of my now clammy hand and looked into my eyes and said, “Alex I am not going to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, but you need someone to confide in and who better than your boss, who is also different?”

We finished our lunch and decided it was too noisy in the club and got up and went for a walk down to the river and sat down on one of the benches that are dotted along the river walkway. I was really feeling apprehensive about this. Grant being my boss could complicate things at work and I could not afford to be out of work now that I am going to have the expense of all the medical procedure involved in transitioning. I would get my SRS done in Thailand when the time came but that was a way off yet.

It was all happening a little bit too fast but I thought, ''If this guy wants to be there for me than what have I got to lose? He has gorgeous eyes, dam!! I’m such a girl.''

I decide to give him my answer and said, “Grant as long as there won’t be any problems at work I’m in.” We both said bye and went home in separate taxis but were meeting up on New Year's Eve to be on the beach at Surfer's Paradise and stay there till the sun came up on new years day two thousand and twelve.

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It was all happening a little bit too fast, but I thought, ''If this guy wants to be there for me than what have I got to lose? He has gorgeous eyes. Damn!! I’m such a girl.''

I decide to give him my answer and said, “Grant as long as there won’t be any problems at work I’m in.” We both said 'bye and went home in separate taxis but were meeting up on New Year's Eve to be on the beach at Surfer's Paradise and stay there till the sun came up on New Years Day two thousand and twelve.

Saturday 31/ 12 /2011

The time between Christmas and New Year was nerve-racking and by the time I contacted Grant I was a wreck, but this is something that I had been wanting to do all my life so I had to go through with it or I would never be happy.

It was lunch time before I got up enough courage to ring Grant and tell him that I would definitely meet him at Surfer's and spend the night on the beach till dawn.

At this stage I had not bought a lot of clothes because I really hadn't gone through all of Isabella’s things. It had only been two months since she passed away and I just didn't feel right going through all her things, yet it never worried me while she was alive, because whenever I was home by myself and she was out for the day I would try a lot of her things on. Because I was small in build I didn't stretch anything out of shape. I was always very careful to put everything back the way I found it and she never suspected my activity, or if she did she never said anything.

The week before she passed away I could not stand it any longer and I knew it would upset her but I thought she had a right to know about me before she died.

This was the conversation we had six days before she passed away.

“Bella honey, there is something that I have to confess to you. I am going to be on my own after you are gone and I will not be able to go on living if I didn't tell you about my cross-dressing all these years.” As I said this I was holding the dying woman’s hand with tears streaming down my cheeks but it is something I had to do.

She replied, “My sweet darling Alexander I have known for at least a year, but I decided not to say anything because I knew that I was dying and you would be on your own, so I held my tongue. Now it really doesn’t matter. I love you and accept that part of you.”

Six days later she was gone, and it was almost a relief because she was in a lot of pain even with the medications they were administering to her. She was of course in palliative care for the last month of her life and I sat with her till the end. I was holding her hand when she slipped away.

When I rang Grant he said he would be in girl mode and I probably wouldn't recognise ''him/her'' so to make sure that I had my phone with me so I could ring ''him/her'' when I got to the beach. I didn't know whether I should go in girl mode or not because all the clothes were back in Brisbane and I only had some girl jeans and an androgynous looking pink shirt. I had no make-up but I did have a barrette for my hair which I had grown out over the last twelve months and it was long enough to put it into a feminine style, so that is what I did.

I thought, “I hope this is what he wants because if it's not then it will be over before it even begins.”

I got my nerve together and called a taxi to take me to Main Beach, Surfer's. Half an hour later I was walking through the crowd on the beach that was gathering to watch the fire works at midnight. I felt I looked like an effeminate man but at this stage there was not a lot that I could do about it.

No one even gave me a second glance, which put me at ease enough to pull out my mobile and punch Grants number in. It rang a couple of times, and he answered in a different voice and I wondered if I had got the number wrong but ''he/she'' said “Alex I'm over here by the stage wearing a white summer dress and red flats, a red belt, and a red head band.”

I made my way through the noisy crowd and could see this woman in a white summer dress. I could not believe it was possible to be able to transform from a man with longish hair to this pretty woman standing there looking around to see if she could find a friend somewhere.

I thought, “What will I do, shake hands ? No I will give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek like any other woman would do when she meets her girlfriend.”

That is exactly what I did and she returned the kiss but it was on the lips which made me feel all tingly inside.

I thought, “I wonder if this is what it feels like for lesbians when they kiss.”

I said, “Grant, I can't call you Grant when you are dressed like this, what is your girl name?”

She replied “Grace, it's Grace, What's yours.”

“Well Grace it stays the same. Alex is also a girls name isn't it?”

She replied, “You're right it is, and like me you won't have to change your initials.”

She didn't let go of my hand and I didn't try to let go either because it felt really nice.

She said. “Alex you know I always wondered about you and it looks like I was right doesn’t it?”

I replied. “Grace, I have always been a girl inside and when Isabella’s death happened I had nothing to lose by being who I wanted to be.”

No-one took any notice of us holding hands. It was just two women greeting each other. It was a really hot night and I wish I had brought some of Isabella's clothes like some skirts and blouses, but I had not anticipated doing what I was doing tonight when I came down for the Christmas break.

This had blown me completely away. Just finding out about my boss being like me was something I didn't not expect to happen. Most of the people were sitting down on the sand and on blankets. It was early and the crowd was still building. By the time it was midnight and the fireworks got under way there was standing room only. The count down to midnight started and there must have been at least ten thousand people on the beach all counting down to zero and then the fireworks kicked in as everyone shouted “Happy New Year”.

On the dot of twelve o’clock Grace grabbed me and gave me a very passionate kiss and I responded in kind. To me it felt right while Grace was in girl mode but it remained to be seen what would happen when she was back in boy mode. I really don't know what I would do.

I thought, “What will I do when we go back to work and Grace becomes Grant and my boss again?” I decided to let it all just ride for now and enjoy the feeling that I had for her as the person she was right then and worry about next week, next week.

After the fireworks were over a lot of the people started to move off the beach except the ones that were like us and wanted to see the first sunrise of two thousand and twelve. We settled down on a blanket and Grace had brought a bottle of champagne with two glasses in a bag so she was well prepared for us to have a romantic night on the beach. It felt strange to be here like this as two women sitting on a blanket drinking champagne, two ''lesbians'' indeed! The last time I did this on the same beach probably in the same spot was when I was with my lovely wife of ten years. But even then I always wished it would have been like this, and of course here I was as a woman doing exactly that.

Grace and I cuddled most of the night and fell asleep for a couple of hours in each other's arms which is what I used to do with Bella. We were awake at four a.m. and waited for the sun to poke its head over the horizon and we welcomed the new year in with a very passionate kiss.

I thought, “Wow I don’t want this to ever end, it just feels so right and I will not turn back for anything now.”

I said to Grace, “What happens now when we have to go back to work?”

She replied, “Alex honey, I don’t know because this has never happened to me either, so we will just have to feel our way and play things by ear.”

I said, “Grace, it's going to be hard for me to call you Grant after you keep kissing me like that!!”

She replied, “Lexie, I’m going to have to call you Lexie because I too will have trouble once we’re back at work!! All I will want to do is be close to you all the time, so we're going to have to sort something out aren't we?”

We gathered up the blanket and our bags and made our way to the road to catch a taxi back to Grace's unit back at Tweed Heads to sort out something for breakfast. By the time we arrived at her unit we were both quite hungry and I put the kettle on so we could have a cup of strong coffee to wake us up. Grace had some eggs and bacon in the fridge and proceeded to put them on while I found the bread and toaster. It wasn't long before we were sitting out on the balcony in the morning sun eating our breakfast not really saying much but looking into each other's eyes and smiling.

I had no clothes with me. All I had was a hand bag. I didn't even put make-up on so I must have been able to pass without too much trouble by the look of it.

We both needed a shower so I said, “Grace what do you intend to do about us, you know sex-wise I mean?”

She looked at me and said, “Well honey that is all up to you. I won't force myself onto you but I have had sex with women, men, and transsexuals so I am happy to go along with whatever you feel is right for you.”

I of course was not experienced in sex other than with Bella so this was going to be rather new and exciting for me.

I said, “I have no clothes so can I borrow some of yours Grace?”

Grace grabbed my hand and walked me into the bedroom to the walk-in wardrobe and said “Choose whatever you want, we are the same size so this should be good.”

I said, “Well I need a shower so I will do that first. Where are your towels?”

Again she grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the bathroom and said, “Lexie if we are going to do this you are going to have to trust me and go with the flow and enjoy being two girls having fun together at least for the next couple of days ok?”

I just nodded and watched as Grace started to get undressed to have a shower. I followed her lead and did the same. It wasn't long and we were standing there looking at each other completely naked. I couldn't help staring at Grace. She had at least A cup breasts and her penis was normal size but her testicles were almost not visible.

She looked back at me and said “Lexie I have been doing this for a long time and I am on hormones hence the breasts. If you are going to transition you will have normal breasts in no time at all.” We stepped into the shower and soaped up and then stood under the water together,

I thought, “Ok girl this feels right so just do whatever comes next and relax.” Grace put her arms around my waist and pulled me in close and kissed me, I wasn’t sure whether to touch her intimately or not but she grabbed my hand and placed it on her now very erect sex. My own excitement could not be contained and Grace gently pulled me out of the shower and we dried each other off and made our way to the bedroom and onto the bed.

This is where I was a complete novice because I was in girl mode and let Grace do with me what she wanted. It was painful at first and then all I felt was this pure feeling of complete love for her as she shuddered to a climax. The favour was returned when she took me into her mouth and I too reached this incredible climax.

We both lay in each other's arms and whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. After a while it was time to have another shower and get dressed. Grace had an incredible girl wardrobe in her unit which she owned as well as a unit in Brisbane. It is a walk-in robe and she chose my complete outfit which included breast forms which she didn't need any more. She binded when she was at work in boy mode. We both ended up wearing summer dresses with hair in pony tails and flat sandals on our feet. It was New Year's Day and there were no shops open so we decided to go to Sea World and enjoy the day together as two women walking hand in hand like two kids in love. I felt decidedly feminine in my summer dress, and Grace did my make-up to complete my look.

I used to watch Bella over the years and was quite good at doing it but Grace was like a professional and I looked very feminine. I would only have to get electrolysis done to my face and I would pass without any trouble even without any make-up on. I was lucky to have a high cheek-boned face and a girl-type chin. I was always teased at school for my feminine face and played tennis instead of football because I didn't like getting roughed-up so I guess I always was girly right from early on.

I stayed with Grace in her unit for the next week and we made love a few more times. Each time it was getting less painful for me and I was feeling completely female by the time we had to go back to Brisbane and work as boss and rank and file. It was not easy having to go back into boy mode and act like nothing happened between me and Grant over the last week. I didn’t know what was going to happen in the future but there was no going back for me. I had an appointment with a gender clinic in Brisbane and would take it from there.

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I stayed with Grace in her unit for the next week and we made love a few more times. Each time it was getting less painful for me and I was feeling completely female by the time we had to go back to Brisbane and work as boss and rank and file. It was not easy having to go back into boy mode and act like nothing happened between me and Grant over the last week. I didn’t know what was going to happen in the future but there was no going back for me. I had an appointment with a gender clinic in Brisbane and would take it from there.

Monday

I turned up for work in boy mode. I had done something with my hair so gradually bit by bit I would make myself look more and more androgynous and eventually every one would take no notice of my different look. I had an appointment with the clinic the following week so I was actually going ahead with transitioning, but as Grant / Grace said, do it slowly and methodically and you will achieve your goal better than running headlong into it without the proper planning and help from the right people. Grace was already well on the way so she knew how to go about doing things and told me she would be there to support me all the way. I guess she had her reasons for that because we had become lovers and she didn't want to lose me.

All the same it really wasn’t easy when we were both in boy mode and having to act as straight males,''Whatever that means''. I don’t think that I was ever a straight male come to think of it, I always envied girls from a very early age. I never pee'd in a urinal and always felt more comfortable going into a cubicle and do my business sitting like a girl. The few times when I did go to the urinal I got pushed by bullies and ended up almost sitting in the trough, so after that I just went into a cubicle every time, ''no more hassles''. Anyway back to earning a living and saving up to pay for all the medical expenses I am about to encounter.

I'm going to just say 'Grace' from now on because it is getting to confusing to call her Grant any more so I will only call her ''Grant'' if I am describing a conversation while someone is addressing her as a man. Being my boss she had to do my work schedule and I think she was trying to keep me in the state as much as possible so I we could be together at night. It almost felt like being married again only this time it felt more in line with the way my brain worked. Grace had arranged for us both to see the head of the company to come clean about ourselves being transsexuals and that we are both intending to transition fully into women as soon as possible. That was fine by me since I really didn't want to waste any more of my life pretending to be a man.

I had been assessing damaged flood-ravaged houses all day and was stressed out because some of the people that thought that they had flood cover weren’t covered and of course I bore the brunt of their displeasure when I told them “You are not insured for floods and are on your own”. One guy threatened to kill me if I didn't get off his property. These people built houses in a flood area and did not read the fine print on their insurance policies. Anyway I came home to Grace's flat, I intend to sell my house in the suburb of Wishart, which was close to all the public transport. so I should have no trouble selling quite quickly. It was also on a hill so no flooding.

Grace was already home preparing dinner when I walked through the door,. All I wanted to do is get out of the uncomfortable male attire and into something soft and feminine.

Grace gave me a kiss and said, “Lexie go and have a shower and get changed. I have some news to tell you.”

I returned the kiss and did what I was told because Grace is the dominant one of us which is fine by me. It makes me feel even more feminine especially when it comes to bed time.

I had my shower and put on a short skirt and sleeveless blouse and wrapped my hair in a towel. I haven’t grown any breasts but that would change once I got onto hormones and if I got impatient I’ll would get implants. There were no questions asked for breast implants, but you apparently couldn't get SRS without jumping through hoops of fire, I could not understand why some doctor should be able to tell you what you can or cannot do with your own body. It's not as though you are asking them to do any more than to make your body match your brain.

I walked into the dining room where Grace was just setting the table.She was also in a dress, so it was just two girls having dinner at the end of a stressful day. Grace dished up our meal of a tuna bake and vegetables. On the side she had an ice cream maker so that was what we had for desert plus strawberries, Grace never rushes anything and that is another thing I like about our relationship, there is no pressure to do anything I don’t want to do. However transition for me was reasonably urgent. I didn’t want to waste any more of my life as a male than I had to.

Once we were finished eating I was getting all fidgety and said, “Grace are you going to keep me on tenterhooks all night or are you going to tell me the news you said you had for me?”

She replied, “Lexie honey be patient and I will tell you what I have arranged for us both at work.”

“Ok Grace but tell me now!!!”

She replied, “Lexie we are to see the big boss tomorrow and sort out what is to be done about us and how to proceed at work transitioning.”

I said, “God I hope we don’t get the sack,”

“No that will not happen in this company. Their policy states that they are gender friendly and will not discriminate against Gay or Transsexual employees so we will not be dismissed, but we have to send a letter to all the department heads to explain what we are planning to do and than it should be relatively plain sailing.”

That conversation seemed to put me at ease and we settled down and watched a movie. We both had paper work to do for work but tonight neither one of us could concentrate on work related things so a movie it was. It wasn't long before the urge to go to bed got the better of us and we walked hand in hand into the bedroom, stripped off and made gentle sweet girl to girl love. I'm afraid I could not act the dominant partner with Grace and I doubt that I will ever be able to again.

My brain was so completely female since Grace had had sex with me that it was almost like a switch was turned off and back on again and I was changed like a light bulb and now shone a different colour. We drifted off to sleep still in each other's arms. It was a hot night so we were in our birthday suits and stayed that way till we woke up in the morning with the alarm waking us up. We both got into the shower ''to save water what else'' I was really envious of her breasts and could hardly wait to start hormones so I could grow my own. I could see myself getting implants I was so impatient. So much for taking it slowly. This morning was to be the last time we would have to dress as males if all went to plan with the head of the company. I always got on well with Greg Novel, He was a kindly older gentleman and he was always approachable in the past when I had a problem with claimants that gave me trouble and sometime I even had to go to court to fight a case for the company which he always acknowledged and thanked me personally for. Grace and I went to work by bus into where the office was. Grace's unit was at Greenslopes, a suburb not all that far from the city and was on the main bus route so there is no need to drive a car and have to worry about where to find a car park. The car was reserved as a weekend form of transport and of course shopping trips.

We arrived at work and went straight up to the tenth floor and to the plush office of Greg Novel. He was already at his desk sorting out paper work and had probably been there since six am that morning. I hope I never get to be so high in the company to have to do that - life is too short. My philosophy was that you ''work to live, not to live for work.'' Anyway we announced ourselves and were asked to come in and take a seat to discuss what we had come for.

He already knew what was going on with us because he said, “Relax you two, I am not going to stand in your way if you do things properly and inform all the people in human resources and any other people that have to know what you are doing. Just one thing, once you start I don’t want you to go back and forth do you understand?”

We both nodded our heads and for a couple of minutes didn't realise just what he had said.

I spoke first and said, “Mr Novel I know you have always helped me in the past and I will not let you down just because of my lifestyle change.”

He replied, “Alex what should I call you now?”

I said, “Well Alex is a female name as well, but Grace is calling me Lexie.”

“Ok Lexie it is. Just let everyone know, and Grace that suits you too Grant. Sorry it's going to take me some time to get the names right, but if you both present as female than it shouldn't take too long to get used to. Now!! off you go and make me some money!”

We walked to the lift with me talking twenty to the dozen and Grace said, “Slow down Lexie you will stumble and fall if you run before you can walk.”

I said, “Ok ok I'm slowing.”

The day was spent dreaming of what was to come, We went to all the people that were required to know what was going on, so when we turned up presenting as female it wasn't going to be a complete surprise to everyone. I think some of the people that knew us already suspected something like this was going to occur sooner or later anyway.

We went to our respective offices and tried to get some work done but our minds were in a different place. Just as well I didn't go and assess any claims that day because I would have just ticked all the yes boxes and lost the company a heap of money.

Grace rang me and said, “Lexie I can't concentrate on what I am doing so I think we might knock off work early and go shopping. I'll meet you in five minutes down at the foyer ok?”

I replied, “You're the boss Grace.”

My secretary Linda gave me a wink and said,”See you later Lexie.” she was happy to see me transition and said so.

It was only two in the afternoon and we would have to make up for lost time later in the week but for that day it was girl time for two very happy people. We were still in boy mode so we went home first to change and go shopping for girl things in girl mode. We ended up not actually going shopping but back at my house to sort out all the clothes that belonged to my late wife Bella, and by the time we went through all the very feminine clothes in the wardrobes there was really no need to go to any shops to buy more, Even the make up was right for me so no money had to be spent that day.

Seeing I was going to put the house on the market we had to sort out all of the belongings that I wanted to keep but it was mainly just the clothes that I wanted and the rest had to go. We filled three suitcases with various dresses and tops and another case with almost all the make up. Shoes went into a couple of shopping bags. We decided to dump the underwear and buy new things because Grace said it was disrespectful to wear another woman’s underwear. I kept a couple of things and put the rest in the pile that was going to be dumped. The only other things that I wanted from the house was personal papers and photos and of course all of Bella's jewellery.

Before we left the house I rang the agent that I was getting to sell the house and told him that he could get the Salvation Army to come and clean out the remainder of the house for their charity shop. We loaded my car up with all the suitcases, and I drove back to Grace's unit and she followed me in her car. There was no need for me to go back to the house for any reason and I would leave it all up to the agent to handle for me.

We arrived back at Grace's unit at Greenslopes. Just as well it had a spare car park because I wanted to at least keep my car which was a brand new Honda Civic, Graces car was a Mazda six two six and also almost new. We made two trips up to her unit with all the bags and decide to have a cup of coffee before we went through the clothes and see what would fit me or Grace. We were almost the same size apart from her having breasts, but I would be using forms for a while till I grew my own. ''That sounds like I'm going to plant some veges and watch them grow , I do have some silly thoughts sometimes'' After a couple of hours we ended up sorting out what I liked and what Grace liked and put it all away in her walk-in closet. ''It hasn't got a top shelf. I couldn't resist that'' ''giggle''

We decided to get dressed in a couple of summer dresses seeing it was a warm evening and go for a walk down to one of the restaurants down the road and have a meal together and celebrate our good luck in having our employer support our transition without any drama. Believe it or not there are actually companies in Brisbane that are fine with it as indeed in the rest of Australia.

To be continued.

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Previously

We decided to get dressed in a couple of summer dresses seeing it was a warm evening, and go for a walk to one of the restaurants down the road and have a meal together, and celebrate our good luck in having our employer support our transition without any drama. Believe it it or not there are actually companies in Brisbane that are fine with it as indeed in other parts of Australia.

The story continues.

It was a month later and Grace and I were getting on really well, so it was a given that we would stay together as a same sex couple, which by the way is a hot parliamentary debate going on at the moment to legislate to make it legal for two people of the same sex to marry and have all the benefits that come with it. Like anywhere else in the world there are the people that think anything but straight is against God. The way I see it is that God made us all and what we are is what we are, end of story.

Things were not all smooth sailing at work. There were those that would never understand what transgender means, or care to find out. They are the ones that cause the most problems but thank God that they are only the odd ones. Most of the people I had had to deal with over the last month had been supportive and had said so. Of course the guys now treated me a little bit differently and would check me out while I wasn't looking. All that did was confirm to me that I was doing the right thing in transitioning. The hormones were also having an effect on my moods, but the most exciting thing was the tingling feeling in my nipples, ''Wow” was all I can say.

I dressed quite conservatively at work as most of the other women in the building and we all looked like professional business women. I of course liked wearing skirts and nice frilly tops and three inch heels. It was too hot to wear hose in summer in Brisbane and most women don’t. I guessed I would when winter came. My hair had become longer and most days I would put it in a high pony taill. Grace said it made me look sexy, but I know what she wanted and flattery will get her what she wanted every time! The thing was the hormones were having an effect on her ability to have sex the way we first started and it was fast becoming girl—girl which was different but just as satisfying.

Grace had decided to go all the way just like me and have SRS when the time came. She could probably have had hers then but said she would wait for me and we would both go to Thailand and have it at the same time. It was certainly different when I talked to people. Although I have a soft voice it was really hard to bring it up to the range that I would like but in the end I had decided that if someone asked me I would just come straight out and tell them what or who I am and if they couldn't handle it that was just too bad.

There had been a few but in the main society had changed and if you don’t push people they just except you as a person and get on with business. I had started to travel interstate again so I was not always at home with Grace. It got pretty lonely in motel rooms at night but we talk on the phone every night that I was away. Grace and I had fallen in love and the feeling I got when we were together was almost the same as that I had with my late wife Bella, and I often wondered what she felt like when we made love and now I knew from the perspective of a woman. It was certainly more intense and involved not just the body but my inner self. Grace got the same feelings and she said it felt like we were becoming one person, which she had never had with any one else. Wow true love!

Grace had had the same small amount of problems at work as me but again she just came straight out and told people to mind their own business and that seemed to get her through the day without too many problems. The support groups in Brisbane were ok but there were a lot of people that transitioned who need much more help than others and they were the ones that could be in real danger of doing things that would get them into trouble medically if they went out of the system. Hormones are not to be taken without a doctor's supervision because they change how the body functions and if the wrong doses are taken it can lead to all sorts of problems. even death.

Grace decided that it was time for us to go on a week's holiday. We both had a lot of holiday pay coming to us and the big boss agreed to let us have the well- earned break to go away together. We decided to just go to the unit that Grace owned at the coast and spend the time just relaxing on the beach and going for long walks, 'Hand in hand of course'. It all felt so right. I wasn't interested in men in any way and the feeling for us both was that of two women in love, We were two lesbians, end of story, As I have said the hormones were having an effect on my moods but Grace had been on hormones a lot longer than me and she just put up with me getting all bitchy one minute and than dissolving into tears the next.

The love making was now a lot different to when we first met. There was no more penetration, it was purely as two females and it felt so all-encompassing that it left us with a feeling of euphoria, laying together cuddled up and falling asleep in each others arms. We went to restaurants a few times but in the end decided to do our own cooking. We were both good cooks and the meals were much more healthy and of course a lot cheaper. Some of the prices that are charged for meals at the restaurants at the coast are just plain off this planet.

There was another couple in the next apartment and when we were going down in the lift one morning to go down to the beach they entered the lift at the same time as us and they introduced themselves to us as Sandra and Rhonda. Now this couple looked like us except Rhonda sounded like me but looked completely female. They were obviously a lesbian pair and made no attempt to hide it from us.

When Grace said, “Are you two like us?” Rhonda replied, “What do you mean, are we like you!!?” She said it almost in a threatening tone and she sounded like a man making a statement.

Grace held up her hands and replied, “Well Rhonda it is really obvious when you speak with a man's voice that you're are not what you seem to be.”

Sandra stepped in and said, “Look we have been watching you two and have wondered are you both transgendered?”

Grace replied, “Yes we are, are you?”

Sandra replied, “Rhonda is, I'm not.”

Grace than said, “If Rhonda hadn't spoken I would not have guessed in any way, she looks like a genetic girl.”

Grace said this while looking Rhonda straight in the eyes. Now Rhonda was blushing and probably thought that she shouldn't have opened her mouth and let Sandra do her talking for her. Rhonda started to say something but Sandra put her hand on Rhonda's arm and said, “Darling let me do the talking for now ok!!? By this time we were standing in the lift stopping people from using it so we moved into the foyer of the building and continued our strange discussion.

There were lots of people about so Grace said, “Look, lets go outside to the coffee club and sit down and get acquainted like grown ups shall we!!?”

We all walked into the coffee club and Grace said, “Grab a table and I will order us all a cappuccino.”

A couple of minutes later we were sitting down when Grace said, “Ok lets try this again shall we!!?” with authority in her voice.

Sandra said. “Ok, I'm a genetic girl and Rhonda is a post-op transgendered woman of three years--does that answer your question?”

Grace replied “Yes, but why get defensive when asked by us?”

Rhonda then spoke with a lot softer voice and said. “I'm sorry I just get up-tight sometimes. I didn't mean to raise my voice like that it, is the only thing that will give me away these days.”

Grace said, “Try voice training, it's not as hard as one might think.”

It was time for me to enter the conversation and I said, “Rhonda, we are both pre-op but are going to have SRS together in twelve months time in Thailand.”

She replied, “Have you saved your pennies? It will cost at least thirty thousand dollars.”

I replied, “Yeah the sale of my house went through last week so money is not a problem.”

It worked out that Sandra and Rhonda were a married couple and Ronald now Rhonda decided to transition to a woman. Sandra supported her partner all the way and now they were still a couple albeit a lesbian couple. Well in a way myself and Grace were the same but would have the pleasure of having to dilate together after the big op. The image of that made me giggle but I guessed it was a serious business and if it was not done everything would have been a waste of time.

We started to relax and told each other where we were from, and they were actually from Brisbane as well so it looked like we might become close friends. It was nice to have someone to talk to with the same kind of mentality as ourselves. It made life a lot easier to be able to open up to someone without having to worry about whether you could trust them or not. We then all went for a walk down to the beach and got more acquainted. Sandra and Rhonda both worked for the state government in the same finance department, much the same as myself and Grace who in the insurance industry.

After we were tired of the beach we walked back to the apartment building and I asked them to come up to our unit for lunch. They accepted but said they wanted to have a shower first and then come and visit us to have lunch.

Grace and I decided to shower as well and wash the sweat off our bodies after the long walk. It was a hot day, and it was nice to be in the shower together and soap each other up and of course linger in certain spots,-- umm -- we had our shower and got dressed in shorts and sleeveless tops to be cool.

Preparing lunch was relatively easy - a tuna salad with wholemeal wraps and some cold orange juice. We set it up on the balcony and at ten stories up the view of the ocean on a clear day was magnificent. Sandra and Rhonda rang the door bell of the apartment and Grace opened the door to two women that were dressed almost the same as us. We all had a bit of a giggle and called each other the typical banana-benders. (A local joke for Queenslanders)

Lunch and the afternoon were spent pleasantly chatting about life in general. It was four women having a great time.

To be continued.

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Previously.

There were four transsexual women sitting on a balcony ten stories up having lunch and enjoying the view of the Pacific Ocean. From where they were sitting you could see out to sea for miles and at the right time of year you could watch through a pair of binoculars the hump-back whales migrating north. The conversation was easy going and the day was spent with them becoming good friends.

'''''The story continues the next week back at work.'''''''

February Monday the sixth.
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Grace and I usually got up and had a shower together. It saved water didn't you know?!!! Well that was our excuse anyway. Once we were finished in the shower and dried off, we got the hair dryers out and then set about doing each other's hair which was very relaxing and could also make us late for work because sometimes it got quite romantic, doing your lover's hair, and the hair took a back seat till our urges weresatisfied.

Anyway getting back on track, I walked out into the kitchen with my lover still having her hands on my now developing hips. I turned around and said, “Honey do you not want to go to work today?”

She replied, “Umm” biting her bottom lip, “Well seeing we have just come back from our holiday, I don’t think Greg Novel would appreciate us not turning up today do you?”

I replied, “Well you had better let go of my body and let me get us some breakfast honey!!”

“Ohh if I must, alright!!!”

“And here I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one!”

“Well you are - in bed, but in the kitchen I'm the boss.”

“Ooooh promises promises!” I said,

“Right, you can do the breakfast and I'll just go and sit out on the porch.”

Grace let go of me but not before we had a passionate kiss.

It was hard to concentrate on making scrambled eggs and toast now that she had my motor running. I'd get even with her that night. Time was getting on and we both had to finish getting dressed without touching each other or work would be history that day. We kept our resolve and were ready to get on the bus into the city. It is only a short walk to the bus stop from our place and the bus service in Brisbane is really efficient because there are dedicated bus ways and the buses don't have to fight their way through the morning traffic jams. We got our 'go card' out and swiped it on the little machine next to the driver and found a seat.

The walk from the bus stop to our office was only a hundred yard walk. We didn’t worry about having briefcases to carry because all our work was on our computer system at work and at home, so there was no need to carry anything between the two. We walked hand in hand through the front doors of the lobby and to our complete surprise people were coming and giving us hugs and kisses on the cheeks so it looked like most of the staff were happy to have us back especially the ones that were doing our jobs while we were away. We eventually made our way up to the big boss's office to report in for duty.

We knocked on the door, “Come in it's not locked.”

He looked up and said, “Well ladies it's about time you two arrived, ready make me some money are we?” I think we both blushed at that but I suppose being a girl, people don't take that much notice.

Greg then got into what had happened while we were away. It's funny when other people try to do someone else's job. Things just fall over and it is as though you are the only person that can do the job, That is what happens when you bring in temps from an agency. Some places have what are called floaters that know most of the jobs that other people do, but our floater was on long service leave. Grace and I gave each other a quick kiss on the lips and made our way to our own office.

When I opened the door all I could smell was a half-full ash tray and very nearly threw up. I picked up the offending article and took it outside into the hall bin. Seeing that this was a non-smoking building it was a bit rude. I opened a sliding window that are never really opened any other time because of the air conditioning.

Once the office was aired out I could get into sorting out the mountain of paperwork that the temp was supposed to have cleared before they left. My secretary had her own office and she also would not have put up with someone smoking. I got angry at all this and asked Grace to come down to have a chat. By the time she got down to my office I was in tears. Linda my secretary was already there trying to console me. I really was different those days. I dissolved into tears which I never used to do in boy mode so I guessed the hormones were doing their job. Grace was different to me and had remained a bit of a forceful character, female or not.

Grace put her arms around me and shushed me like a little ten year old girl which made Linda smile and say, “You two are like mother and child and I love you both for it.” Linda is a really good friend and she knew even before I started to transition that I was female and was relieved when I first told her what I was planning to do. Anyway I dried my eyes and Linda said she would come into my office for a couple of days and help me clear the backlog of paper-work away.

Grace had her own problems to sort out. At this rate we would never be able to go on holidays again. However with Linda's help we got most of it sorted by lunch time when Grace turned up at my office and said, “Right ladies, we're going out to restaurant for lunch complements of Greg, so shut down your computers and lets go.” Linda and I didn't argue, We shut everything down grabbed our bags and got in the lift to go for an extended lunch break.

As we were walking down the street to an upmarket restaurant, Sandra and Rhonda were coming from the opposite direction and waved to us as they approached.

Linda said, “Do you know those two?”

I replied, “They're the two women we met at the coast why?”

Linda said, “I know them as well. We've been friends for a long time. Do you also know about Rhonda?”

I replied, “Well yes we do and we spent a lot of time with them at the coast last week.” We all got to the entrance of the restaurant at the same time and of course there hugs and kisses all round.

Our table had been booked by Greg and we could order anything we wanted. It was a way of saying “welcome back”, because poor old Greg didn't like dealing with temps but this time he had to. Grace with my prompting went to the manager and convinced him to add another table to the one we had and we all sat down together and started looking at the menu and agreed that a seafood platter was the way to go, None of us were drinking alcohol because we all still had to go back to work later even if it was only to tell Greg thanks for the lunch.

The conversation got round to kids and pregnancy which for me and Grace would have to be adoption or fostering, but it seemed that Sandra was pregnant.

I said, “Umm how?”

Rhonda laughed and replied, “Well I didn't go back to being a man, but before I had my SRS I had some sperm frozen and this is the result.”

Grace and I looked at each other and both said at the same time, “Turkey baster!!”

Sandra laughed and said, “No Rhonda.”

Linda couldn't resist coming into the conversation after this and said, “No you two, Rhonda did the insemination while a nurse looked on.”

Sandra then said “I'm three months in and I think there are twins, but it hasn't been confirmed yet, but they are pretty sure that there are two heart beats.

I said “Wow Mummy and Mummy, this is fantastic news for you both, but why didn't you do something about it before?”

She replied, “Well at that stage everything was a bit mixed up and we weren't sure of anything let alone bringing kids into the world.”

I asked, “How do you then register the babies' father?”

Rhonda replied. “Well Lexie we are still registered as husband and wife so I will just sign with my old name. We do intend to change all that after the babies are born but the legal hassles are just too much at the moment.”

We finished our meal and said our goodbyes with hugs all round saying we would see them on the following weekend, Linda filled us in on the way back to our office.

She said, “I have known them ever since school and we have been close friends ever since.” She continued, ”I was one of the girls that tried to protect Rhonda from the bullies. She was always a very soft person and they all thought she was gay and knocked her around. When we were all fifteen, some boy beat her so bad she ended up in hospital for three weeks. The guy that did it said she attacked him first. His Dad was a lawyer and he got away with it scott free.”

We arrived back at the office and Greg was waiting for us in the foyer.

He said, “How was your free lunch?”

Linda replied, “Greg there is no such thing as a free lunch, you know that There is always some catch isn't there?”

Greg replied, “Well there is a small favour you could all do for me come to think of it.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Here it comes - the pay-back.” but I said it with a big grin on my face because Greg couldn't be a nicer man. He then proceeded to ask us the favour which really wasn't a big deal. He wanted all three of us and also Grace's secretary to train up a floater for our two offices so next time we wanted some time off. He wouldn't have to rely on a temp agency to supply us with anyone. We said 'yes' and thanked him for the free lunch that by the way paid for two extra people.

We finished the day early and took the bus home. Grace had installed a large bath so we could sit in the bath together, which is what we did after having a cup of coffee and bickies. I really don’t whether I should tell you what we got up to in the tub so I wont :):):) Suffice to say we were quite hungry when we finally got out because the water had gotten cold. We went to bed well fed and tired and spooned hugged and drifted of into wonderland.

To be continued

Authors Note :-
I will continue this story about Lexie and Grace in a few weeks, Real life needs my attention!! But for now I will let them continue on their journey into womanhood.

Hugs Ronnie:)