I’m Marty Stanley, a college sophomore at a college in Pennsylvania, on my way to Florida for Spring break traveling down Interstate 95. I’m presently going through South Carolina almost to Georgia. I left college real early this morning; planning to be in Florida tonight. Some say I’ll have a problem getting to the beach area that I'm to be at today. Rex and Dilbert both changed their plans of traveling with me and left yesterday. So I’m left traveling on my own. We have an apartment we rented for the week, actually ten days.

I’ve been making good time through Virginia, the Carolinas, and I’m close to being out of South Carolina. I had just driven through an area staked out by a lot of State Troopers and other law enforcement.

If I hadn’t slowed down, I would have flown by this beautiful girl and her awesome car along the side of the road. Everything about her and her AUDI A5 Cabriole convertible yelled for me to pull over and see if I could help her. She's very attractive, and I loved her outfit as well as the car she’s driving.

I had to drive past her before I could safely pull over, but she was very happy and grateful I did. She ran up to hug and give me a kiss just for stopping. She said, “Thanks for stopping, my name is Sandra Sparks. Thank you, thank you! I'll be so appreciative if you can help me!”

I introduce myself, “Marty Stanley, I’m heading down to Florida for spring break.”

“Oh, a college guy good. I’m hoping you can help me. I got a flat tire, my Momma and Daddy will be upset if they find out I got stranded here on the interstate.” She tells me, "I was supposed to get a new tire before I went to see my friends at St. George. But I would have been late if I had to wait to get my car serviced with new tires. I called Charlie and have an appointment so I would get in and out quickly on my way back. This happened and now I’ll have to do it tomorrow, hoping Daddy don’t notice.” I fell in love with her southern accent as well.

“So why are you concerned if I can help you or not?”

“Well you’re my size and I couldn’t get the tire off, those screwy nuts are much too tight. Someone used their power tool to put them on solid.”

I can’t believe that such a beautiful car has such worn tires. “Your Dad should have taken your car and gotten new tires on before this.”

“Daddy was going to, but when we went to get tires, Momma and I first went shopping and got some spring dresses and swimsuits that I just had to have. Daddy said he had to get more money.”

“Someone who has enough money so their daughter has a car like this should still have enough money for tires.”

She smiles, “He does, we have plenty, but my Daddy has it because he doesn’t let go of it too easily. He says, I need to learn the value of money, but I do. You’d need to see the beautiful clothes I got. Much of it was over 25% off. That’s why I bought so much then. I needed it for spring.”

I went back to her open trunk to get out the tire and jack. I said, “This car doesn’t have enough room to put that much shopping merchandise in.”

Sandra had a teasing smirk, “Momma and I were in my car and Daddy drove his new Caddy 300 V something. He usually parks at least three spaces beyond the last vehicle wherever. He was pissed when we stopped to shop, but Mom said he shouldn’t have been surprised. Momma and my sister have better cars than me.”

The tire looks normal size for which I’m thankful. I put the lug wrench to the wheel and begin to turn it. Well, I tried. Then I kicked my foot down on it, jumped on it, and finally, I heard it give and knelt back down. Sandy hadn’t heard it, but it had given a little. So this time I’m back down on my knees leaning into turning it with all my strength. It gave a little again and then again and again.

Sandra lets out an “Oouu” and then “I like that.”

I mentioned, “Well I guess I’m stronger than you thought.”

She says, “I guess the pretty guy is stronger than I had thought. But that is not what got my attention.”

I had started the different lug nuts and got them ready to come off before I finished lifting the car to change wheels. I had the wheels changed and the lug nuts pretty tight before I set the tire back on the ground enough that I could force the lug nuts as tight as I could get them.

I was finishing that when Sandra began to sing a little ditty, “I see London, I see France, I see someone’s” and she stops. I turn to hear the end of whatever she was going to sing, but she says, “They're not underpants.” I turn and look and sure enough, my yellow panties are showing. I’m sure I turned a beet red.

Sandra said, “Don’t be embarrassed, I think they’re really cute, and as you showed you’re no weakling.” I was looking for a cloth to wipe my hands before I dared tuck in my shirt. Sandy stepped to me, “Here let me help tuck in your shirt.” She first straightens my shirt and then with one hand begins to tuck my shirt in, with her hand going down inside my belt and pants.

Teasingly she says, “Now doesn’t this feel good having a girl’s hand going around inside your pants… Oh sorry, maybe you don’t find a girl’s attention good?”

I quickly say, “No, I do. I’m not the kind of guy you might think.” Both of us were now hesitant to say anything. I got back to collecting the wheel with the flat tire as well as the tire jack back into the trunk. I walk around the car checking the other tires which don’t seem very good. I looked at a dealer emblem that says, ‘Hilton Head’. I ask, “Do you live near Hilton Head? How far is that? I’m afraid I should follow you home or to your tire store before I leave you?”

She said, “Once we get to the exit it’s not too far. If you could follow me, I could make sure you’re well rewarded. I could tell you like my outfit. I could show you some of my other clothes as well. I think you’d like them.”

I ask, “Is this Hilton Head some little town, I’ve never heard of it.” The truth was it is the home or a summer home of many who are filthy wealthy.

She giggles, “You’ve never heard of it, I thought you said you’re a business major. It’s a small city-like area with many corporate CEOs and other wealthy people there.”

“So your folks are one of the wealthy families there?”

She again giggles, “We’re well enough off, but we’re not considered wealthy there.”

A State Trooper stopped as we’re getting ready to leave. Trooper Bev Ryan got out wanting to see our identification. Sandra tells her, “Marty was kind enough to stop and help me. Now he’s going to follow me home and make sure I get there safely.”

Trooper Ryan says, “He was, well let me run a check on both of you. I want to make sure you’re both safe.” She took our driver's licenses and went inside her patrol car to check. I was now getting a little upset as it cost me good daylight traveling time.

The trooper comes back, handing us our licenses saying, “Everything looks good, but you young lady make sure he doesn’t follow you into the house or gets you alone if no one’s home.”

“Even with no criminal record, you should be wary of letting a stranger get to you without others around.”

I say, “I’m not some big overpowering guy. I was just wanting to make sure she got there safely. I don’t think her other tires are that good?”

She says, “I checked them, they should be good to get home. It is nice that you care. I’d escort her home if I thought you were dangerous. I just cannot tell enough to be 100% sure.”

Trooper Ryan got into her patrol car after we did and turns on all of her emergency lights to get the attention of oncoming traffic. Sandra pulls out first and I follow as the Trooper pulls out into traffic as well. The exit was a few miles ahead and I follow Sandra off and the Trooper followed me. We go under the interstate and east toward the ocean. The trooper turned north back onto the Interstate 95 north.

I saw at least two sheriff vehicles in a short distance. Sandra’s idea of a short distance is much longer than mine. We have traveled over fifteen and then twenty-five miles before the signs indicate Hilton Head is close. We go over a toll bridge and Sandy was nice enough to pay my toll as well as hers. The toll person gives me a warning, “Make sure you’re good and don’t cause any trouble. I have your license number, just in case.”

It is another ten miles before we pull into a long driveway. I can see the ocean off the back of their property as we drive up to the house. There are other houses in the area, but the closet is over two football fields away. We drove up to the front door where Sandra stopped and indicated I should do the same.

She checked inside and waved me in. The house probably isn’t considered a mansion, but it’s not far from it. I walked in and the ceilings on the first floor at probably fifteen feet high. A young college-age woman comes skipping down some steps to greet us.

Sandra and her sister start at the same time, but her sister is speaking louder, “Hi, I’m her big sister Hannah. I’ve just got home from university on spring break. Sandy said you helped her with a flat tire on Interstate 95. …My folks are going to want to personally thank you.
Thankfully, it will be two hours before they get home.”

I say, “Thankfully? I’ll be in Georgia hoping to be close to Florida, by then.”

Hannah said, “Then Sandy didn’t tell you what she was hoping to do for you?”

I’m thinking of a nice dinner, allowing me to get into the ocean or something nice but simple. I wouldn’t have guessed. Sandy perked up with no shyness, “I was hoping you would like a chance to dress up in a pretty dress of mine or Hannah’s. We could do your makeup and brush out your hair. I even have some new panties and bras you could choose from.”

The statement so matter of factly given took my breath away. I look for a place to sit. Hannah said, “She told me about your pretty yellow panties and that you must have been wearing lipstick earlier. I’m not sure if you regularly wear earrings but those are unusually nice for a boy.”

“You have me all wrong,” as I said it I was sure I wasn't convincing. “I can explain. We celebrated last night and…”

Hannah said, “Give it a break, you refreshed the lip gloss not so long ago. And you weren’t careful. You used one that stains, stays on, and doesn’t wipe off easily.”

Hannah says, “The Trooper probably thought you were cute as well as harmless.”

Sandy said, “Don’t be embarrassed, we both think it's cool to meet you and have you here. But a minimum of two hours doesn’t leave us a lot of time to dress you up and give you a chance to see yourself more as a girl.”

They each took hold of a hand and I’m a third of the way up the staircase before I pull to a stop. “No, you can’t; I shouldn’t. I’m not a Ken doll.”

Sandy began to giggle uncontrollably, “No, you’re much closer to Barbie.” She caught herself, “I’m sorry, I am not trying to make fun of you but to compliment how pretty I think you’re going to look.”

I don’t exactly know when they started walking up the stairs again, but I’m on the second floor walking toward an open bedroom door. Hannah touched my hair, letting her fingers glide through it, “You need to get yourself good and clean before I let you try on an outfit and girly up. I suggest a shower.” She came in front of me saying, “You take nice care of your hair more so than most guys. It’s lacking body and could use a good conditioner. A bigger question would be, about your legs being smooth and hair-free?”

“I let them go two weeks ago when I knew I’d be out on the beach for spring break.”

Hannah says, “There are several excuses you could have given, but the hairy creature is out and you need to slay him. I’ll let you use a new razor. If your face is any indication it shouldn’t be a big task.”

Shyly I say, “But what if your folks come home early, what am I to do?” Both chime in, “They won’t! They’re more likely to take longer.”

Before I go to the shower they insist they have to measure me to make sure they know what size I am.

I’m in the shower, the Bumble B shampoo and conditioner were fantastic. My skin feels silky as my towel glides down my legs. I’ve dried my hair out some and rolled it up in a towel. I had longed for a moment like this but had given up on it ever happening. And now I’m toweling off my body. I think it was Sandy’s body wash that I used. I know I’m imagining the difference more than it probably is.

Hannah knocked on the door and walked into the bathroom, which was larger than my bedroom, as is their closet. I commented on them both. Hannah says this is all Sandy’s space. Our Dad thought it was a bit much, but he gave in. Sandra compromised so Daddy didn’t have to redo the house plans anymore. I think her bedroom is 24’ by 18’.

“Here scoot into these silky boy shorts they’ll help hide what's needed.” I am pulling them up, fairly sure Hannah checked out my legs. “Very good, very good indeed girl.” Her finger coming up a leg gave a feeling of ecstasy that I’ve never felt before. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. She helped me put on a short robe and took me out into Sandy’s bedroom.

Sandy was putting out the last and most lavish of three choices: a beautiful skirt and layered top for one, a beautiful dress, and lastly a gown with many accessories. Both Sandy and Hannah said that the last one would be more work with less time to enjoy it. If we wanted to be good and safe. I choose a short evening dress.

Sandy took me over to her bed and asked me to lay down so she can fit me. Hannah said, “These were for my little sister when she was not endowed like me.” They were tracing circles a few inches out and around my nipples. I was beside myself in letting two girls do this to me. But my desire to see what I would look like helped me to relax enough and not to slap their hands away like I felt I should.

Once traced, Hannah carefully glues the areas and by the time she finished the second area. Sandy with clean hands carefully places the faux breast form to my chest. Then she lets out a mournful groan. “Oh, I put it on the wrong side.”

Thankfully it wasn’t, but I had taken the bait and was ready to cry. Then her sister said, “Quit teasing, we want to get this done and she dressed and made up.” Hannah was placing the other form on and holding it in place.

Looking down on the breast forms may not be the best angle of taking their beauty in, but it was the closest I had ever been. I was very impressed. Even more so after Sandy blends in the makeup along the edges and one can see no difference. It looked like I had soft supple breasts.

Hannah said, "They were especially nice and realistic. They fill the bra exquisitely. And the dress allows your cleavage to show ever so modestly." But it’s all more than I am ready for.

Just a light makeup job is done and my hair is a brush to look very feminine.

We’re now sitting downstairs sipping some wine and eating cheese. I go to the kitchen to return my finished wine glass and I’m coming back to the sitting area where we were gathered. The door from the garage was close to me and it began to open. Mrs. Ellen Sparks came in and said hello as she saw me.

Hannah and Sandra both come hurrying into the hallway. “Mom, what are you doing home, you’re early?”

"Hello girls, we thought we would get back early and surprise you."

“Yes, we thought it would have been a half-hour at the earliest; we were hoping longer to two hours.”

Sandra introduced me, “Momma this is Marti Stanley; we met earlier today when she helped me.”

Mrs. Sparks says, “Once your father got a call from someone who said they saw you on the side of the Interstate being helped. Your Dad called the State Patrol and found out you were okay and that the trooper made sure you were safely on your way home.”

Your Dad said, “We heard that a Marty Stanley helped you but the description was of a young college guy with long hair. I would like an explanation before I jump to the wrong conclusion. She is much prettier than we had imagined...”

The conclusion to soon follow...

Your Dad says, “We heard that a Marty Stanley helped you but the description was of a young college guy with long hair. I would like some clarification before I jump to the wrong conclusion...”

Hannah says, “Mother can we talk to you alone. We’re not trying to hide anything from Dad, we just want to explain it to you first.”

Mr. Sparks grumbles, but he walks away and out of sight. Mrs. Sparks goes with us back into the sitting room. She says, “Marti, I want to thank you for helping our daughter stranded on I-95. And I compliment you, you look very nice.”

“Mom,” Hannah says, “Sandy saw that Marty was wearing a pretty pair of yellow panties that showed because Marty was bent over changing the tire and the tire would not come off easily.” She then begins to elaborate, “Well Marty’s parents aren’t accepting that she’s transgender. His father forced Marty to come down south for spring break to find his manhood.”

Sandy says, “We thought that was unfair and after Marty followed me home to make sure I was safe. We had Marty get cleaned up from helping with the tire. Then we gave Marti a chance with some help to put something nice on with the help of other women. Her parents are just being mean and we thought it was unfair.”

“Marti was just going to start changing back when you came home early. He wants to get back on the road and try to make it to Florida yet tonight.”

Mom says, “Marti you’re not driving anywhere tonight. I can smell some wine. Between already having driven a lot, taking time to help Sandy, and having a couple of glasses of wine you’re in no shape to be driving.

“I am sorry to hear about your parents' unaccepting behavior. I agree with my daughters you deserve better.

I don’t know how long your parents have known. I do confess it could take some getting used to. Howard and I will be expressing our gratitude for you helping Sandra. I have an idea fitting with your predicament.”

Mrs. Sparks calls her husband Howard back in and says, “Howard, while we get changed to take these three out to dinner; I’ll explain to you what has happened.”

Ellen Sparks turns to Hannah and Sandra, “Sandy Jo, do you want to dress up so Marti can remain dressed as she is, or should we all dress more casually?”

Both the daughters, “If it means going to the nightclub, then let’s all dress up and celebrate Marti’s help and spring break.” Sandy continues, “That will allow me to do Marti’s fingernails and work more with her hair.”

I say, “No, I should change back so I can stop and get a room someplace.”

Howard says, “It seems Marti that my daughters want you staying here tonight if not tomorrow as well. You can decide that tomorrow morning.” Everyone is very mindful about me as they all go their way to change and get ready.

Hannah says, “You should follow me. I can shower and change out of your view. …We don’t want you wandering off while we’re getting ready.”

Once we’re in her room and she takes some delicates and a robe with her into the bathroom. She says, “Once I’m in the shower, open my bathroom door so we can talk.” I say, “But…” Hannah says, “Don’t worry, my Daddy, won’t dare to come in checking. And I don’t expect any trouble with you.”

She’s soon out of the shower and her hair is wrapped with a smaller towel and her body is wrapped with a large towel by the time she steps to the sink, in front of the mirror. I haven’t ever seen such a beautiful sight. I am doing my best not to stare, but each time she speaks to me I automatically turn her way.

“I take it that you don’t have any sisters you got to watch?”

“My sister's nine years ahead of me. It helped my expectations, but her makeup and clothes were gone or packed away by the time I could have used them.” Hannah found out more about me than I ever intended to say.

I blushed every time I saw something more than I thought I should. She scooted up a pair of panties up her legs and in place under her towel. She has her arms in a bra and it in front of her breasts and towel before she lets the towel drop. Standing with her back to me she asks, “Would you please hook my bra for me?”

I did as she asks and by now I expect I’m merely another girl to her. She goes to her closet and pulls out two dresses asking me, “Which of these two do you think I should wear tonight?” There is a pink dress that is very flirty and revealing that I’d like to see her in. Then there’s the little red dress that is as attractive and eye-catching but more fitting for tonight and being out with her folks.

“I’d say your red dress, but what do I know?”

She says, “You know more than you’re letting on and you’re more like a girl than a hormone-driven guy, in panties. …Sandy and I have both experienced guys that have looked at our clothes and look more than our boobs.”

She says, “You might as well watch me put on my makeup as my complexion is closer to yours than Sandy’s. You might learn something you’ll want to do some time.” She shows me a stick of lip-gloss, “Do you know what this is?”

“It looks close to the lip-gloss I used.”

“Very good; I want you to use it to search for a good nail polish color for your fingernails.” She shows me a collection of at least thirty bottles of nail polish. I found the same nail color as the lip-gloss, both Maybelline. I also pull out a blue satin that matches the dress. She says, “Very nice, I favor the blue as well, but a novice girl wouldn’t have.”

Hannah is slipping her hands through the sleeves and the red dress over her head as Sandy comes walking into the bedroom. “I shouldn’t have been surprised that she’s teasing you like this. So are you enjoying yourself in girl emersion 201?” I’m sure I blushed some.

She asks, “Is this the nail polish you’re to use?” She takes it, “You follow me and we’ll go to select the shoes you should wear. You’re graduating to 3” heels.” We pass her Mom in the hall. Her mother says, “That is very pretty Sandra; I hope the Adams boy is there tonight to see you. What are you taking Marti in tow for?”

“We’re going to do her nails and I have several pairs of heels for her to choose from.”

Her mother says, “That is very thoughtful of you. I approve, but please don’t take long.”

Once in her room, Sandra says, “Quickly put your foot up on the chair.” She quickly shapes the edges and begins painting my toenails. “I saw that you take good care of your toenails, so I’m guessing you have done this before.” Cotton is between each toe when she is done and onto my hands. “I’m guessing you work with your hands some.”

I tell her, “Sharon and I pruned an apple and then a cherry orchard the last of February.” I joke, “I haven’t been to my beautician since then.” Sandra is on my second hand before I realize she is putting French tips on my fingernails. “I thought your Mom told us to hurry? This takes longer.”

“Your toes need to be good and dry before you put on your stockings.” I had seen a pretty pair on the bed but hadn’t dared hope they were for me. Once Sandy is done with the white tips, she is using the hair blower on cool to finish hardening my nails. She scoots up the hem of my dress and asks me to hold it as she quickly is putting on my stockings. The air around my upper legs feels unusually nice, as does Sandy’s hands bring up the stockings. She helps to get my feet properly into the silver high heels. “Please stand and let the skirt of your dress fall into place.” I walk to a long mirror and turn to see how I look. “So are you satisfied with how you look?”

“No,” I pause to let my answer register with her. “No, I am purely delighted. I didn’t ever imagine I could look this good as a girl.”

“You are no girl; you are a very attractive young woman. I hope this will pay you back a little for stopping and helping me. I know you were embarrassed when I risked your comfort in sharing with my sister about your panties. …I assume you did not realize your lips were still colorful when I and then the State Trooper saw you.”

“I thought I wiped it off before I ordered lunch through a drive-up window. The girl there looked at me but she only commented that she thought my earrings looked good on me. I thought it was a confirmation that I got the lipstick off. That was shortly after I entered North Carolina.”

We start out of her room and she asks, “How would you like to ride in Hannah’s car? I’ll even let you ride up front.”

I ask, “But will I need to scrunch down in this dress to sit in it?”

“That is part of the fun of it, especially when we get there and some guy watches you after he opens the door for you. I swear you’ll like the attention and he’ll see nothing more than you are an attractive college girl.”

Howard Sparks gets up as he sees us come down the stairs, “You cleaned up very well. I want to thank you for helping our daughter Sandy Jo. My wife Ellen has opened up the guest room and made sure everything will be ready for you. Please know we’d like you to stay at least a day. Hannah might even allow you to stay with her at New Smyrna Beach, but you’d need to stay as Marti with an ‘I’. But for now one thing at a time.”

The ride to the nightclub would be short and the place better than any place I’ve been to. Sandy had hurried into the back of Hannah’s car. Sitting down was fun, with a purse in one hand, and holding my skirt down with the other as I sat. Like Sandy said, having a guy watch me, as he offered me a hand to get out was amusing, to say the least. With heels on, my knees were almost up to my face as I started up. “Hannah,” he says, “If you’re wanting someone to dance with her, Brian Hobbs has some friends with him tonight.”

Mrs. Sparks softly says to Sandra and Hannah, “Don’t go pushing her into things. …Marti, I expect you to speak up for yourself as well. I hope I don’t need to say anything, but what you do could reflect on us.”

Hannah giggles, “That is right, we have never embarrassed our family has she, Momma?”

The maître de escorts us to a table the Sparks had reserved. We’re at a very nice table with people all around us. I am nervous wondering what others are thinking.

I order a southern baked ham with a fruit sauce. I’m hoping for a small plate of food. Howard ordered champagne for all of us. And once it is to our table and poured, he stands and leads a toast to me. “Marti, may you have as much joy as we express thanks for all you did.”

I watch Sandra and Hannah as they eat and follow them in using the different silverware. A young man who looks to be in college but older than me comes to our table with two friends. “Hannah, I wanted to come over before you start to eat. If you stay after the early show, we’d like to dance with you. My friends are happy to see some attractive women our age here. I told them there was a chance that most of the college girls would have headed south already.”

One guy, he introduces as Troy says, “You have a northern accent; I’d like to show you Southern hospitality if you’ll do the favor of a dance afterward.” I didn’t say yes or no, just thank you.

The salad is delightful and I welcome the sips the champagne. I eat a small piece of bread with cheese. Sandy had spilled some water landing first on her bread plate and then on herself. When she got up to hurry to the lady’s room I got up and followed to help her. Hannah had soon followed. Both Hannah and Sandy were amused I had automatically come to help. Truth is I didn’t think where I was going.

I now needed to use the toilet. I was glad my stockings were free at the top allowing me little trouble in sitting and going to the bathroom. Sandy waited to make sure I did everything properly. That included getting my panty and self-back together without catching my dress in my underwear or having tissue hanging below my skirt.

The waiter had waited until we were back to bring the main course out to us. I am reminding myself of everything I pretended to do like a girl at such a dinner. My napkin is in my lap and I sit up straight. I take small bites savoring the ham and the asparagus. I’m surprised that the small potatoes even taste good. My piece of ham is larger than expected and by eating small bites I’m getting full quicker than normal.

Despite not finishing my food Sandy and Ellen encourage me to order dessert, preferably peach pie or peach cobbler. I ordered the peach cobbler and felt like I died and went to heaven as I taste it. The entertainment is unusually good for such a small city. I am told the second performance will be even more enjoyable for us as the younger set, as well as some of the more staid adults, will be gone.

After dinner, Howard and Ellen invite their friends to come and sit with them. I’m encouraged to pick up my purse and follow Hannah and Sandy to the far side where college students and older teens are gathering.

Upon hearing of my name, someone named Steph says, “You look very pretty. So you’re the Marti we saw helping Sandy at the side of the Interstate? It is nice to see you all cleaned up and looking so much nicer than then.”

Sandy hears our conversation and says, “She does, doesn’t she? I can tell Sandy doesn’t trust this Stephanie.”

Steph says, “Let’s see if we can get someone to dance with us first.” Brian takes the call to dance with Hannah, and his friend Troy asks me. Sandy and Steph are among others soon dancing. I am duly worried about being able to follow Troy in a slow dance. It is like a dream where I am both excited and scared.

Troy apologizes the first time he steps on my foot and he takes me to a table the third time. The night was fun, and I found myself attracted to Troy. Nothing like that had happened before.

Friday morning when I was awake, I go and use the toilet and quickly back to my room. Instead of seeing my clothes, there is another attractive outfit out for me to wear. There is also a swimsuit next to that.

There is soon a knock at the door and Mrs. Sparks wanting in to talk to me. “My daughters and I were talking and thought you’d like a chance to sun yourself and go swimming as a girl. But if you insist I have your clothes folded and in the middle drawer.”

I was already in the flared skirt and a pink shirt-like blouse. I had tied the bottom of the blouse like I had seen coeds do.

My feminine voice is more natural as I say, “Mrs. Sparks I have never done anything like this. While it is most enjoyable I don’t want to spoil things by goofing up and embarrass you or myself.”

She says, “That settles it we will go out shopping and get you some clothes and swimsuits of your own Marti. I hope that gets your estrogen boiling a little.”

I go to the kitchen and we all eat breakfast, “I’m Maria.” The cook introduced herself and asks if she can cook me a fresh waffle. Somehow she already knows I like fresh fruit so when the waffle is ready there’s fresh fruit and confection sugar sprinkled lightly over it.

Maria says, “While you are here if there is anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please call for Maria.”

The trip to this woman’s store is very different from what I expected. They bring out different selections of skirts, tops, dresses, swimsuits, and delicate apparel. The Manager insists, “Miss Marti, I need for you to choose which of these you are most interested in. They will be modeled for you while you get to sit and enjoy seeing how they look on someone…

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The trip to this fancy women’s clothing store is very different from what I expected. They bring out different selections of skirts, tops, dresses, swimsuits, and delicate apparel. The Manager insists, “Miss Marti, I need for you to choose which of these you are most interested in. They will be modeled for you while you get to sit and enjoy seeing how they look on the models. You can even touch the clothes, but please be respectful to the women.”

Here I thought we’d be going to Wal-Mart to get inexpensive clothes to make due. “Mrs. Sparks, this is way too much. I can’t let you go to this expense for me. I won’t ever wear them all.”

Sandy tries to speak up but is cut off by her mother. “Please hear me, Marti, a chance like this may never come for you nor us again. Please let us pamper you a little; it is what we’d like to do. If you go down to the beach, we want you to feel good about being around others. …Tell me seriously, that you wouldn’t enjoy being out there sunning yourself with Sandra and Hannah lying beside you?”

There are a bunch of sun-dresses that I like; I choose two. I see two skater dresses and a similar skirt/outfit that catch my attention but I try to let them pass. Sandra saw that and spoke up, “Ms. Anderson, she’s interested in them so please include some of them.”

There’s a two-piece swimsuit that has a skirted bottom over a panty. I ask, “Do you have this in different colors?”

Sandy says, “She’ll need at least two of those to try on and hopefully buy.” There are shorts and various tops, and most would show some of my waist. There are sandals, flats, and several sandal shoes with heels.

Once the clothes are taken back for modeling, I whisper to Sandra and Hannah, “If I’m not careful this is going to easily cost your parents over $500.”

Hannah whispers only so Sandy and I can hear her, “My Mom has already told me, if it’s two to three thousand dollars, she’ll be happy. Please do not resist this so she’s feeling like she’s pulling teeth. You might feel foreign to our world, but we want to share it with you. Marti as a girl you should have the indulgence to relax and enjoy today and tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, but I…”

Sandy interrupts, “Our Daddy is lining up a nice yacht to take us down to New Smyrna Beach tomorrow. It is as much for us as it is for you. We’ve never done that before. Please don’t say anything and be surprised if our Daddy does it for us.” A picture comes to mind of three women sunning themselves on a cabin cruiser. I was at a boat show once, and instead of googling over the boats, I was caught in the thought of being one of the pretty women attracted to them and being invited to come aboard.

My mind changes direction with the first model, Nikki, in a sundress. She made it look so beautiful with the second sundress that it was hard to choose between the two, but I chose the first one. Likewise, I chose a skater dress and a skirt. Two wrap-around skirts: the short one would be nice with a swimsuit. I picked the coral two-piece swimsuit, but then they showed me a very attractive one-piece suit that takes my breath. Luckily Sandy says a girl needs a minimum of two suits. I have got to choose a little blue dress for tonight. Mrs. Sparks insists I get three blouses and more casual tops, shorts, and a pair of designer jeans. Instead of getting the ones chosen, the Sparks had also purchased others that I liked.

Finally, Tali, one of the models, came to get me to change into an outfit. I was behind a screen as I dressed and Tali was talking to me over it. She said, “You know each woman is attractive. Someday I hope not to be a model and worry about being a size 2 or smaller. I was happy when I saw you enjoying the clothes you were selecting. I hope you enjoy your clothes, but more that you enjoy being the woman you are.”

I wondered if she had any idea how special that would be for me.

I was in the guest room helping to hang up my clothes and to fold and put other pieces away. When Howard Sparks came to the door. I asked, “Mr. Sparks could I talk with you?”

Saying yes, we went back downstairs to find a place we could talk alone. “Mr. Sparks, can I talk to you as another man?” He had a smile on his face this time when he said yes. “Don’t you believe that this is a little crazy and that I should stop? I thought you were going to send me down the road before I embarrassed all of you?”

He said, “Marti, people like you aren’t as unusual now as before. While I am happy that you were there to help Sandra. I think you’re just as lucky to have Sandra and Hannah. I am pleasantly amused that my wife has taken to you and wants to be of help. Needless to say, I don’t fully understand it.”

“I don’t know if you know that I have a yacht and crew to take us to New Smyrna Beach in Florida tomorrow. The weather is to be very good. What you do after this week will be up to you. But I hope you will enjoy three to four days there. Then come back, and change if you want and get back to your university.”

“Needless to say, I’m not like you. But I do believe you need to have more of an idea of your choices in life. I don’t think being a woman would be all that easy. And if you’re not you should find that out sooner than later. Does that make sense?”

I say, “You’re saying this is such an opportunity and I should take it?”

He says, “I’m pretty high up in an investment firm, some of the people here are even my clients. Marti, after you’re done college and if you’re the same; I’d be willing to have you work, in our firm.”

“Mr. Sparks I had hoped, you would help send me on my way; you did the opposite. I guess I should hug you and say thanks.”

Later that night as I tried to fall asleep, I was imagining how I would look in my new clothes. A girl's dream that I never expected to come true. When I fell asleep my dreams were more of the same.

The next morning, Sandy comes to grab me, telling me to change into a swimsuit. Once I do, I’m given a large fluffy beach towel and we run toward the ocean and the end of their property. It is on a ridge above the beach that stretches to the ocean. We lay down there on our towels. Sandy pounces on me, “I’m going to put some tanning oil on you for skin protection.” I can feel the back strap of my top being unhooked. I would panic if it were not something I had hoped for.

I ask to help Sandy or Hannah with their lotion, but they had already done theirs. Fifteen minutes later I needed to turn over and then I helped to apply the lotion to my front. Sandy applies some both to my face and to my feet.

It was ten minutes later when Sandy heard the voices of people on the beach. We got up and ran down to them. Cassidy a fourteen-year-old girl is with several friends. She has a bubbly personality and quickly asks me, “Are you a good swimmer?” With my answer being yes, she grabs my hand and we go running into the ocean. The water is cool and I would have taken my time getting used to the water. But Cassie has my hand and she lets go as we go into the water. I run and dive in alongside her.

Shortly after we’re in the water Sandy, Hannah and others come wading or swimming toward us. I enjoy her youthful enthusiasm for Cassidy, but it is a bit mysterious to me why she’s taken a liking to me.

We wade out further into the water. It is my habit to learn how far out I can feel the bottom as well as to know if there is a back or undertow. When we were out as far as I would go with Cassidy; she smiles at me. “Did you know I almost drowned here last year? I am very happy that you helped me come out this far.”

It was then Sandra caught up to us and asked me, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

My response was, “I just learned from Cassidy. I think she is confronting her fears. Is there more I need to know?”

Sandra smiled, “Her father owns and pilots the yacht we’re using tomorrow. That she felt safe in confronting her fears with you, means a lot. Be careful, but I hope you are happy for her.”

On the beach, we played several games of beach volleyball. Having bouncy boobs as well as the sand, the volleyball game was very different for me. Others looked hurt for me the two times the volleyball bounced off my breasts. Cassidy smiled the time she hit the ball that hit me. “I hope you don’t bruise easily.” I did faint that it hurt a little.

It wasn’t until I was back up to the house taking a shower. I moved the strap of my swimming suit and noticed I now had tan marks from the swimsuit. Sandra said, “Didn’t you reapply your tanning lotion during the afternoon?”

“Oops! What am I going to do when we get to Florida and I meet my friends?”

“You can hope tanning tomorrow will help some. Come Florida, you can either stay with us or come true to your friends about being a woman and allow them to accept you.”

I say, “But what if they don’t?”

Cassidy had come into the room behind me. “You have to be joking. You have friends who have trouble accepting you’re a woman?” I hurry and wrap a towel around me as I had just taken off my top and was ready to pull down my bottom.

She says, “You might be smaller than a lot of girls but you are attractive as you are. I am surprised by your friends.”

I say, “Can you two stay out here as I take a shower and shampoo my hair?” Once I’m back out of the shower drying off. I hear a knock at the door and Mrs. Sparks says, “I’m coming in to help you.”

I say, “Let me get decent please.”

Ma Sparks says, “That is out the window for a moment.” She comes in as I cover up with a towel in front of me. “You have an indulgent teen out there and we need to go to extreme measures unless you’re coming out of the closet. …I picked this up earlier today because In case, I thought the need would arrive. I didn’t expect it to come so swiftly.” She said, “Hannah is clearing others out of Sandy’s room and setting up a massage table for us to apply it.”

“We are going to shave your privates so we can glue a vagina gaff over your boy parts. It won’t affect your bowel movements and you will be able to pee like a normal girl and look like one.”

I raise my voice, “No! That is too weird.”

Hanna is in the doorway. “That is okay with us, would you like to call your parents before you come out as Marti?”

“No, I just want my regular clothes back and I will just drive away.”

Hannah asks, “Are you going to Florida and try to hide your girly tan or sneak back to college and hideaway there until the tan fades? You will need some help in getting your breasts off either way. And your makeup and hair will also be hard to fully change back.” I sit on the toilet and put my face into my hands and I begin to cry.

It is a short time and I’m lying on the massage table as Hannah and her Mom are shaving me very closely. I complain the gaff is lighter in color than my regular skin. Hannah teases me giggling, I can show you how that tissue is often lighter like it has not been in the sun.”

I giggle, “Later.” The vagina has a catheter that my penis fits into. I ask and when happens if I get excited?”

“You get to the lady's room and in a toilet stall and clean yourself. Girls too have accidents though not quite the same.” It is freaky how realistic it looks.

Tonight we packed trunks to be taken for going to Florida. Mine can open up with clothes hanging in it, or folded in a drawer. Most of what was bought for me is packed away.

When I’m done Hannah and Sandy tease me. “We’ve sent this picture of you to your parents.” I tease back, “Ha-ha, I’m not afraid. It doesn’t look like me.” They stopped teasing me knowing it didn’t bother me.

Before I finish getting dressed I was in front of a mirror when I pulled my panties down. I still couldn’t believe how real I looked. Well, I haven’t ever stared at any vagina before. I put on my print skater dress for dinner and a quiet evening. My tan looked very nice for a girl who didn’t worry about the strap marks.

We had eaten and it was 8:00 when my older sister tells me to grab my purse. “I’m in no mood for dancing.”

Hannah says, “We’re going over some friends and you’re coming with us. We want you to meet Lela, she’s going with us to Florida.”

No sooner than we arrived at this huge house and Lela came bouncing to the door pulling in Hannah and giving her a big hug and kiss. Once I am introduced to her I noticed her standing behind Hannah with Lela’s arms around her. “Come to our gathering room the others are there.”

There were at least seven or eight others. The Hendersons have three daughters, and Lela and Tena are lesbians and to my surprise, Hannah is as well. Cassidy’s the youngest but not part of this group. There’s a movie in the background, but unless you’re close to the speakers; the music that they’re singing and tapping to is louder.

A young woman Tricia comes to me with a brush. “Would you mind if I brush out your hair or I could do your fingernails?” My toenails got scratched up from the ocean so they need some help.

I’m sitting directly in front of her on a carpeted floor with a protective mat under my feet. She separates my feet and I’m afraid she has a direct line of sight to my panties as she sits doing my nails. Tricia knows I’m embarrassed or worried and tries to relax me. “I’m sorry but we’re not usually that modest with one another. We can sit up to the table if you want?”

I find Tricia attractive and the way she bites her lip and looks at me, I think she likes me too. I tell her I’m a student at a university in Pennsylvania. She’s in the master’s program for a physician’s assistant. She says, “I’d like to be an OB-GYN doctor someday. I love nursing, but nurses can’t officially deliver babies and help women as much as I’d like.”

My toes are painted and we’re waiting for them to dry. I can almost taste her soft lips and I can’t help staring at her. She says as she brushes my hair out of my eyes, “You have beautiful eyes.”

“I’m sorry, this probably sounds put on, “But they are pale next to your eyes.” She leans forward, brushing my hair to one side as her other hand wraps around my smile. She kisses me ever so gently, it feels like an angel’s kiss that I’m not quite sure happened.

I’m already apologizing as I pull her towards me and she is coming on top of me. She has a skirt and my hands slip onto her panties exposed by her skirt riding up. She rolls off reaching her hand to me. “I’d like to take the time to know you. I do have a crush on you, but I know it is too soon.”

I swear her lips tasted like honey and they’re as soft as rose petals. I stand up and we go and share an overstuffed chair. It is after 11:30, Hannah has retreated someplace; Sandra’s restless to go home. I give Tricia a kiss regretting it will probably be my last. She softly smiles, “You should consider transferring to Francis Marion U; I’d love to whisk you away.”

I know I am tempted, however, unrealistic it is. She says, “I’ll teach you how to be a woman and a lady.”

“How did you know?”

“I brushed your breasts and you didn’t feel it. I knew you were aroused along with me, but your breasts didn’t change. You are so much a girl, yet you lack being a girl.”

I’m soon back with Sandra at her home; she’s watching me get ready for bed as we talk. Sandra says, “You got the hots bad for Tricia. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about you. I just don’t understand as much as you two heated up you weren’t having a hot passionate time. I thought I could smell both of you, but it couldn’t have been. I know what a boy in heat smells like.”

We were up and to the dock of the Sea Dove as the sun was just breaking the horizon. Someone already had our trunks stored away. I would be sharing a room with Sandra. Hannah and Lela are sharing a room. Ma and Dad Sparks along with the Hendersons are coming. Mr. Henderson thanked me for my time with Cassidy.

Lela has a note from Tricia, “Sorry I can’t travel down to Florida to be with you. I am on duty for the next three nights. I hope your parents will allow you to transfer here.” There is both the faint coloring of a kiss and a fragrance on the paper.

I’m soon on the front of the yacht as we pull out of the inlet, out into the ocean. This was all new to me save for my dream of being one of the girls. One could feel the mist coming off the ocean, and it is too early to feel the warmth of the day. The first time I almost lose my phone to the ocean I took it below deck.

I have my wrap-around skirt with my one-piece bathing suit under it. It was 11:00 a.m. before we idled in the water and were encouraged to jump into the ocean. Howard and Lew Henderson jumped in first Lela and Hannah were in enjoying their time together. Sandra was texting someone. Later I text Tricia but her friend Patsy calls me back. Tricia says you’re considering coming here. What would be your major?”

I am an environmental science major and the closest FMU has is a biology major. I tell her I would rather be a nursing student. Patsy raises her voice talking to Tricia, “Would you believe she’s considering being a nursing student for you?” That is nothing I ever considered but now, I’m thinking. I already checked to see where Florence, South Carolina is. I’ll pass through it on my way north.

Sandy called me down inside the boat to our room. She handed me a small two-piece swimsuit suggesting I change into it in the afternoon come three o’clock. I am picking up a tan as the sun beams down as well as reflects from the water. We see some dolphins, a school of fish and a sea turtle.

Some guys in a sailboat are sailing nearby and wanting information from us, asking what beach we’re heading for. Howard and Lew both suggest we share little to no information with them. We anchored near Jacksonville that night and made it to New Smyrna Beach by the next afternoon. About a quarter-mile from the beach Hannah, Sandy, Lela, and I dove into the water and swam to the beach. Daddy Sparks had a condo rented for us and our clothes would be taken there. They would stay someplace two nights before heading back to Hilton Head.

Sandy asks me, “Please don’t tell anyone we’re from Hilton Head.” …I was beginning to tire as we made it to the beach.

A lifeguard met us when we came onto the beach asking for identification. Hannah showed a condominium key pinned to her suit. That met with acceptance. We dripped dried a little before making our way to our condo.

There we found beach towels and more. There were even two outfits for each of us as well as sandals, sunglasses and beach hats. We waited for a half-hour before heading back to the beach, by then the college crowd was again on the beach. We took some things along with beach chairs.

Sandy had me wear on some shorts and a top, down to the beach, but soon as we get there we start taking them off. I asked, “Why did you have me wear them in the first place?” Sandy told me, “Watch the people around us?”

With the four of us stripping down to our bathing suits, a lot of eyes came our way. Sandy especially knew how to tease the crowd around us. I tried the same, remember I used to be one of the guys watching. But I also knew I had been envious of what the girls were wearing…

Story to be continued…

It is mind-blowing to dive into the ocean swimming to shore and then onto the beach in March. That is almost as big of a dream as me being here as Marti with Sandy and Hannah acting like sisters.

None of us want to go up to the condo quite yet, but we’re to have dinner with their parents as well as Lela’s folks. It helped to have sun protection from burning, but my girly tan is still there, and now even deeper. We shower and get dressed. I like how the golden yellow skirt and white blouse go nicely with my tan. Sandy uses makeup on my breasts so they match my tan.

I can’t believe that my soft blue bra shows through or that Sandy says that’s good. If I were not taken with how nice it looks, I’d change it, because as Marty I’m a bit embarrassed.

Mr. Sparks has a rental car for us that he picks us up in. We go to a nice place to eat. Papa Sparks says called in reservations before we left South Carolina. All the good-looking guys in this restaurant either have a woman with them or are waiters. Crossing the restaurant going to the women’s room; I have my first experience with a dirty old man pressing against me as he squeezes past me. He had plenty of room and Hannah asked him to keep his hands to himself as he passed her.

Hannah tells me in the women’s room, “It’s good at times to speak up so they don’t continue.” I wanted to but was afraid of causing a scene where my identity might become known. She says, “I know you’re in an awkward position. If you decide to hit someone like him try to slap him like a woman.”

Back at the condo, there sleeping areas each with queen size beds and a long couch in the main living area. I thought I’d be sleeping on the couch or the floor with there being four of us. But Lela’s with Hannah and I’m to be in the other bed with Sandy. Sandy says, “You and I are just sleeping in the same bed. Don’t get any ideas or try to bring someone back here.”

I looked toward Hannah and Lela’s room. Sandy says, “You should ask them.”

But after I don’t, she says, “I think they’re now good friends with privileges and like to have a good time with each other. They stopped being an item since they go to different universities. Hannah’s not one to stay exclusively around the money people. They know they’ve drifted apart, but their friendship is solid.”

Sandy asks me, “It looked like you and Tricia Evans had chemistry the last night we were at Hilton Head.”

“She’s on-call this weekend, so I won’t be seeing her again.”

Sandy says, “She said that or you assumed that she won’t come down here? I had the impression she might find her way down here after the weekend. Does she know who you are?”

I say, “Yeah. She even asked me to transfer to FMU for next year.”

Sandy says, “Then I think you’re probably wrong about her not coming here.”Just one of the Girls.

The light is being turned out when I ask, “But how about you Sandy? You talk about everyone else, but you’re not talking for yourself?”

I can hear a sniffle before she says, “I was pretty sure you were smitten with Tricia so I didn’t warrant consideration.”

I had not entertained the notion Sandy saw me any more than a dress-up opportunity. I thought I would be in trouble in thinking about either of the sisters. I hadn’t considered if she liked me, or what she hoped for here at the beach. “I thought you were just amused in getting me dressed up. That the clothes would go along with the panties you spotted. Anyway, I’m not right for you, I was just passing through. I’m a northern college guy who shouldn’t be trusted as you’re a southern belle of sorts in high school. You’re a rich girl, even my car doesn’t fit into your neighborhood. I still haven’t figure out if I’m more than some reclamation project.”

I say, “You are special, between the Trooper and how nice you’ve treated me. You had become more like forbidden fruit and since like a sister.”

“But I was more attracted to you than your sister…” I felt the mattress move and soon Sandy plants a kiss on me. Somehow in the dark, she finds my lips with no problem. The kiss is different from Tricia. It’s Marti that she kisses, but Marty that feels the kiss. My right hand is quickly holding her at the shoulder, not yet hugging her. I want to return the kiss, but I hesitate. I become aroused and Sandy’s disappointed that I don’t do more.

She says, “You know this is kind of insulting, your body is getting excited but you don’t embrace me or kiss me back.” I embrace her and draw her near so we’re lying next to each other.

I’m still talking as Marti, “I’m torn, and I’d like to love the smithereens out of you. But I’m not sure it’s as me or the other Marty. You deserve that I know whose responding to you.”

We’re lying together, we do kiss and we’re growing warm and affectionate to each other. It is for now kind of woman to woman though there’s more to it for me. She presses against me and I can tell her breasts are hot. She presses, moving against my hips and I can feel she’s hot and moist. I now know it’s me, Marti, to whom she’s responding. I help her to roll on top of me. The emotions between us are rising. “We’re just friends and I’m fantasizing.”

I don’t know when we fell asleep, but we’re still embracing one another; when we awake in the morning. I am not sure if what I remember is a dream or if it really happened. Whether it was real or a dream we had made love and for me, it was as a woman that an orgasm engulfed me.

When we get up, we go out on the balcony to look out at the ocean. Sandy has her arm around me, her hand resting on my hip. When I turn and look at her we kiss lightly, like this is normal for us.

Without too many words we change into our swimsuits and I wear my wrap-around skirt to the beach. With my skirt and a beach towel dropped to the sand we run hand in hand into the water. Diving into the water is refreshing and we remain in the water a short while. Dried and with my short skirt wrapped around me we walk down the beach.

Sandy shows me this path of little prints in the sand to the water from farther back on the beach toward a roped off area. We walk up to two women who have dug up what they say was a turtle nest that had hatched. There are many empty shells, a few eggs that hadn’t hatched, and several baby turtles they found hatched but not yet out of their sandy nest.

They’ve determined the nest had sixty-eight eggs, change that another empty shell is found, three eggs unhatched and the three babies that they found are in a bucket. The women are drawing and taking pictures of tracks, most leading toward the water. But they see several tracks of turtles that wandered in different directions. Some of them, show the young turtles turned for the ocean. Some tracks just stop like a bird or another predator caught them.

Cathy one of the women documenting the nest says, “Even getting to the water does not mean they’re safe. Some predators feed on them in the water and they have about forty miles of open water they need to swim before they reach a safer spot to feed and hide as they grow. Around twenty-five years from now the mature females will begin returning to the beach they came from to bury their eggs.”

Sandy and I return to walking the beach before we turn around and walk back. There are now more people out on the beach.

Sandy and I lay on the beach towel and sunbathe before heading back to the condo. Once we’re there Hannah informs me. I’m sleeping on the couch tonight. “You’re here to discover yourself as Marti, not my sister.”

Sandy says, “I’m old enough to decide for myself.”

Hannah doesn’t argue, simply states, “Dad says otherwise. He’s happy to give Marti this experience but it doesn’t include discovering either one of us. …He was thinking Marti might find that she’s attracted to guys.”

We have a breakfast of breakfast sandwiches, juice, and coffee.

Sandy and I have the responsibility to go shopping for groceries to load the condo for a week. Sandy had put six-packs of Samuel Adams and some wine into our grocery basket. When we check out it was I who needed to show proof of age. The woman at the cash register looks at it and then at me, ‘Car license pictures never do look good. You are much prettier in person.”

It is Sandy to first says, “Thanks.” “Marti that was a very nice compliment you should be pleased.”

I look up as the cashier hands me the receipt, “Thank you, I appreciate you saying that.”

The cashier asks, “Can I ask you a personal question?” I look to make sure no one is waiting behind us before saying, “Yes.”

“You present yourself as a woman so well. I was wondering if you’ve already begun transitioning?”

I’m too stunned to respond. Sandy says, “Most think she should be. She doesn’t realize how naturally she comes across as one of us.”

I say, “Thank you, I think.”

We’re soon back to the condo putting things away and getting the beer cold and the wine chilled. When I put things down near the bottom of the refrigerator I feel my breasts hanging down, swaying a little. When I get up and turn to Sandy her smile is more of a smirk, knowing I had another girl moment.

Sandy says, “This is like having a younger sister and watching her having the experiences I’ve already had. I just wish you were able to feel other feelings that go with it all.” Sandy gives me a hug and a kiss on my cheek. I think she was going to kiss me on the forehead, but I moved away.

Sandy’s phone rings and I can hear Hannah say, we’re to come over to the Sand Dollar for lunch. I’m to throw on something and wear my sandals. Sandy pulls out my sandals that have a higher heel. I took that to mean we weren’t going to walk on the beach.

It is not until we’re down to the ground floor and walking around to the ocean side, I realize otherwise. “Sandy, how far is the Sand Dollar from here?”

She says, “Not far, maybe a quarter of a mile. We try to walk or bum rides when we’re here. Parking can sometimes be difficult to find.”

“I'm not used to walking in the sand with heels. That will be far to me.” I reach down to take my sandals off, but the sand is too hot. While the place is far enough it is not more than I can handle. Once we’re there, I feel happy that I did it.

Hannah recommends the chicken sandwich and I get the fresh fruit plate as well. We each order differently flavored margaritas. We’re enjoying our lunch, talking about how beautiful the day is as well as talking about people there. Suzie is our waitress, she asked if we would rather be at one of Tim’s tables?

Lela asks, “Is it okay if we prefer being served by you, we leave a good tip?”

Suzie says, “I’m sorry, I am very pleased to serve you. For some reason, Matt at the bar suggested I ask.”

Hannah says, “Matt already knows Lela and I are together. My sister Sandy has only been here before with our family. Marti’s new, she doesn’t need his grief.” Suzie giggles and signals something to Matt.

We’re each nursing our second margarita, when Hannah suggests, “Let’s go over there and look for beach tops,” I’m thinking t-shirts, but most of the tops are much better than that. Most are loose-fitting tops that wrap around or pull over.

For once I’m in no a hurry to choose and get going. I like how the tops are light enough to catch a breeze, colorful, and many pretty prints and combinations of looks. I set out to try on some tops and get the opinions of others.

There is one blouse that is catching my eye; it has water coming onto a beach with seabirds flying about and with a small breeze they appear to be moving as are the trees and beach grasses on the left panel. When pulled together it is a fantastic beach scene. Once I see the price tag I know it’s wrong; a sixty-nine dollar top discounted to $14.95.

It does fit, and all the others say, “If you don’t take it, I will.” Sandy escorts me to the cashier as she too has a top she’s fallen in love with. It will cost $33 which she says is good enough. Alice at the register says, “Oh no, that’s one of Bono’s tops.” She points to a specialty store two buildings over. “There was a strong wind that spewed a lot of clothes taking them onto the beach. That top must have gotten in with our rescued clothing. “

Hannah says, “There at that shop, we’ll be lucky to get it for $69. Well, we might as well go over and see what it will cost.”

I grab it, holding the beautiful wrap closely. I say, “If it’s $69 or close, I’ll buy it, please don’t try to rescue me.”

We walk into the boutique shop and the woman is smiling as we enter. “So you’re the woman who found our beach wrap among the kiosk’s rack. If you would, let me see what you found dear.” She looks and shock comes to her face, “This young lady is an original. The $14.95 tag is hiding part of the price. Without looking I can tell you the real price should be $569. I was showing it to a Mrs. Johnston when the first wind gust ripped it out of my hand. And then Ms. Johnston was hit by a flying magazine from the newsstand next door. I had to give Marie attention and get her into our building. I figure it could have been blown into the ocean or smithereens. I doubted very much if it were found that it would be returned.”

She says, “May I ask what you think would be fair if you want it?”

I say, “It’s beautiful, I was ready to pay $69 or something close to that. I take it the discount price tag isn’t yours.” I ask, “If it’s an original, does that mean like a limited edition? Ms. Johnston was not going to see many others like it in New Smyrna.”

Ms. Atkins says, “I am known for buying unique, one of a kind items. Ms. Johnston was going to buy it for her granddaughter's honeymoon to Monaco or something special like that.”

I say, “If Ms. Johnston doesn’t buy it. What would you be willing to sell it to me for?”

She says, “See how it’s wrinkled. I can tell the salt air has already damaged it. Ms. Johnston would never give buy this for her granddaughter now.”

“I do have shorts that go with it. You can have the wrap for $15 and both for $40, or you can allow me to take a picture of you in them and they’re yours.”

I offer seventy-five dollars and then a hundred. Ms. Atkins says, “I know Tamist the designer; she’ll much rather have the picture and know you love it. Enough please go try it on, along with the shorts. Please wear nothing else save your swimsuit.”

The shorts are water blue at the top. It too shimmers in the sun and appears to move. Once ready, Atkins starts with makeup and brushing out my hair. I’m told a professional photographer is en route. A delicate chain necklace and an impressive ring are to be used for the first pictures. However, the plain pictures without the jewelry, but sunglasses and a beach bag are what help capture the beauty of the outfit.

I did buy the beach bag for a good price, along with the sunglasses. Back out on the beach, Sandy gets into a conversation with a few guys. I’m a little afraid to get into the conversation, but Sandy and a guy name Jazz draw me into the conversation.

Jazz asks me to lose my wrap and to go with him into the water. We waded out to deeper water. Where I got surprised by a wave crashing over me and was gasping for air. Jazz taking hold of me and I took hold around his neck as welcome security. His warm body in the cool water felt good. He said, “I’m glad I could be here for you.” I found myself kissing him and saying ‘Thanks.’

We stayed in the water and swam for a while and then went back to relax on the beach. Sandy had gone walking the beach with someone. Jazz and I picked up our stuff and decided to walk along the water. Today the Turtle Ladies as they’re called were moving a nest laid too close to the water, back further onto the beach. Jazz asks if the nest was sponsored. When it wasn’t he shelled out $50 and sponsored it in my name. I got a pretty t-shirt, the nest number information concerning the time they expected it to hatch out. I gave my email address so they could send me the results of the nest in about two months.

This time when I kiss him I felt more in kissing him. I also felt good about the nest. As we made our way back to the water I heard Sandy call to us. Sandy ran up to me and we hugged again as sisters.

The four of us went back into the water and lost track of time. Sometime later a thundershower started and we ran different directions for protection. Sandy heard the guys mention a place they hoped to see us after 8:00 p.m.

We showered and dried off to take a nap to be fresh for tonight. Sandy took the opportunity to glue my vagina gaff in place. I thought it was odd that I had not experienced the excitement as a guy. But I knew as Sandy commented that I was excited as Marti when I was with Jazz as well as with her.

We went to two places that night to dance, drink, and enjoy the crowd. We saw Jazz and Bob but didn’t really stay with anyone. Someone would cut-in, some I enjoyed while others quickly turned me off. I was confused about where my feelings were coming from. We moved from Traders to Bottom’sUp where we caught up with Hannah and Lela, They too were dancing with a variety of people. Hannah determined I had enough to drink when I started gyrating with someone I was dancing with.

Hannah whispered, “Get a hold of yourself before you surprise someone while in their bed.”

On Tuesday, some women come up to me on the beach, wanting you to see my wrap and shorts up close. We are talking when I spot Hannah, Lela, and another woman walking toward us. There less than twenty feet away when finally I recognize Tricia.

I couldn’t believe it that a woman would come this far to see me, as I am. We enjoy the day and the next day together, but Tricia won’t allow me to come out of girl mode nor to be exclusive with her. She giggles now and then as some guys are interested in me, along with the attention I showed back to them. I didn’t fully understand as it was what she said she wanted.

Thursday I ride up with her to Francis Marion University, in Florence, South Carolina where Tricia is enrolled. I even meet with officials about transferring. I appear as Marti, but the transfer could be as Marty Stanley to come to FMU. The director suggests I come as Marti, noting my final transcript and degree can be made available for either identity. He states as Marti I’d qualify for some extra assistance.

It is Friday late morning when we arrive back at Hilton Head to the Sparks residence. I know they have guests despite not seeing another vehicle. Ma Sparks says, “Mr. Sparks picked them up at the airport. You’ll meet them later.”

She asks me to put on the beachwear I bought in New Smyrna. I pause as I didn’t want to embarrass them or me with their guests. She said, “They don’t know you Marti, but I did ask the woman and she said she absolutely wanted to see you in your outfit.”

Tricia was happy enough to take me and my luggage up to Sandra’s room to change. I’m guessing that the guests are now staying in the guest room I used and I’m to stay with Sandy.

I know there are other bedrooms but I won't argue if they’re comfortable with me in with Sandy. Tricia and I both shower and change into our beach clothes. Each of us is changing into our beach clothes after we dry off.

We’re both done and put our hair into ponytails for swimming when Sandy arrives home and comes bouncing into her room. Sandy seems a little upset but is surprised that we are being so calm.

Finally, Sandy says, “Our guests know who you are Marti and I don’t think it is fair if you’re totally surprised when you see them…

Story to be continued…

Previously: The guests are in another bedroom as I will be in Sandy’s room with her. Tricia and I both shower and change into our beach clothes. After drying off we’re changing to our beach clothes. I’m totally embarrassed by the idea of meeting someone this way. ‘But I am excited by the idea that I’m attractive enough to do so.’
…We’re both done and putting our hair into ponytails for swimming when Sandy arrives home and comes bouncing into her room. Sandy seems a little upset but is surprised that we are being so calm.
…Finally, Sandy says, “Our guests know who you are Marti. I didn’t think it would be fair if you’re totally surprised when you see them…

Now: Sandy can already see that I am ready to panic. I’ve stopped everything else to hear the names. Sandy says, “Your parents flew in yesterday and met with my folks here last night. They’re wanting to see you and then talk to you alone.”

Sandy begins to say, "But you're no longer listening. My Mom said your Dad is…”

I say, “Sandy, you have to help me! I can’t allow my parents to see me like this. I need my car and keys, a change of Marty’s clothes, and a way to sneak out!”

Tricia has taken hold of one hand and Sandy steps forward to hug me, “No, you’re not listening. They told my parents that they love you and want to understand.”

“Sandy, how could they betray me like this? My parents are going to kill me if they get me alone plus to see me in beachwear?”

There’s a knock on the door as it opens. Whoever it is, isn’t waiting. I see my Mother and her surprised look. Mrs. Ellen Sparks is right behind her trying to hold my mother back. “Alice, Mrs. Stanley, we can’t just barge in, she’ll be scared out of her wits.”

That is very true. I quickly hug the wrap around me. I know with the shorts and wrap I am presentable, but my makeup, hair, and outfit all say “girl!” Mother stops in her tracks and I know she is not sure which one is me. Her eyes look back and forth among Tricia, Sandy, and me. She narrows it, first to me and Tricia. I’m sure Sandy is much too beautiful. Then she begins staring at me. She looks me up and down several times before speaking. “I can’t believe it, please open the beautiful wrap, Marty.”

I only relax a little as I open the top and look at Sandy. Mom speaks up saying “Marty, you’re a young man, how could you dare put on a two-piece swimsuit and tramp around like that. I might have accepted it if you showed some taste. Go to the bathroom and change. You’re going with us now or else.”

I begin to cry as I turn to run to the closet. Mrs. Sparks speaks more loudly, “Stay there young lady!” Sandy steps in front of me to block my leaving.

I turn around, “Mom, I’m not tramping around as you say. I’m comfortable for once being me.” I close the wrap, holding Tricia’s hand with the other. And then I do introductions. “Mom, this is Sandra Sparks and Tricia Morgan and this is my Mom.”

Mom asks, “Tell me how this all started?”

“Mom, I stopped and helped Sandra on Interstate 95 coming down for spring break. And the result was I got a crash course and a lot of help being me.”

Mom is not yet relaxed or comfortable; “Marty use your regular voice. And despite their support and good intentions, this is it not you!”

There’s a silence before my mother says, “I’d like you to put on your clothes and then we can talk young man. I don’t want to have to force you and treat you like a little-spoiled boy.”

Mrs. Sparks speaks up, “Maybe we should leave you two to talk. Marti, you can sit on the edge of Sandy’s bed and Mrs. Stanley you can have Sandy’s vanity chair. …Sandy and Trish come, let’s give them some time to talk.” With that, they leave.

My mom calms down a little but is still very uncomfortable. “Marty, I knew you had done dressed up before, but you were to grow out of it. I thought you did. You can’t really accept that you’re a girly boy. Think how embarrassing that would be to all of us.”

“Mom” part of Marty’s voice is heard before it goes back to my girl's voice, “I don’t have all the answers, but this is me. I’ve been Maria, Sonja, Jane and they’ve called me Marti. I like that. It’s somehow normal for me. I’m your Marty and more.”

Mom says, “You’ll get counseling with someone who will help straighten you out. You’re so fragile; how would you ever handle people’s reactions if you came out like this? You won’t have the beautiful clothes the Sparks bought for you or people to do your makeup and hair.”

“You’re right Mom, I won’t have all that. But right now, I’ve done my hair and have on hardly any makeup. Yet you probably only see me as Marti, a young woman. And I’m a lot stronger than you think. How do you think, I’ve lived with this part of me pressed down inside? I’ve come a long way since my problems in seventh grade.”

“Still, if you only let us help you and get the right people, they’ll straighten you out.” Mom starts crying. I’m not sure if it’s her attempt to get me to change or to convince herself.

“Mom it isn’t like that. The good counselors will tell you this isn’t a disease to be cured. It is who I am. Whether I generally present myself as female or male that’s one thing. But now having a good taste of being me, a woman; I’m not sure I can ever fully go back.”

Mom gets up and storms out.

I use Sandy’s bathroom to check and collect myself. I change my shorts for one of my skirts. Then I come out of the bedroom and go downstairs in search of the others. They are out on a deck, seemingly everyone except my mother. Tricia, Sandy, and Hannah see me first. They come over to me to make sure I know I have support.

Once my Dad sees me he is a little surprised but smiles. “They showed us pictures of you, but they were hard to believe. I can see they’re quite accurate.”

Ellen Sparks says, “There’s pastry to choose from as well as coffee or juice; get something and please be seated.” There is a wicker chair I sit in and sit up so I can use my lap for the food plate. I swept my skirt under me. It is a composure of grace and balance, that my dad has rarely seen with me, especially seated on the edge and sitting straight up. It has become something I’m used to.

Dad says, “Tricia says, you’ve seen her college and consider possibly transferring there. That’s a pretty big step.”

There’s a pause; “Being me in front of you is a big enough step for now.” I smile and find myself wetting my lips. Realizing my Dad’s seat is big enough for two, I contemplate moving to sit next to him. I regularly would have been over to hug him by now. Dad sees me looking at the spot and he taps it like an invitation to sit there. I want to sip my tea and eat my pastry first.

The conversation is light and changes to the scenery and weather. Tricia comes next to me and leans down to give me a kiss, her hands rest on my shoulders. She takes my plate as I finish and then my cup.

I move and sit next to my father and he stood up to give me a hug. I’m sure the presence of breast forms is not lost on him. It feels different as Marti, and I’m conscious that I’m a daughter hugging him.

I recount the story, “I stopped to help Sandy and I guess my face had traces of lipstick and eye makeup in the corners of my eyes. That with my panty showing as I bent down to work on changing the tire.” My Dad lightly laughs as he pictured what I’m saying.

“She asked me to follow her off the interstate, and I ended up escorting her back here to her house. Once she found my secret identity, she and Hannah set out to help me see myself. I never dreamed they would help me to look presentable as a young woman.”

I felt another set of hands upon my shoulder. Turning around I was surprised to see that my mother had come into the room and was now listening in on the conversation. I guess my expression changed to become a little fearful. Mom says, “Relax Honey, while it is a bit shocking for me; I do care about you. I think it would be good for you, your father and me to take a walk. I’d like to hear your story and to talk some.”

I’m moved by the tenderness of her words. I stand up and turn, giving her a hug. We kiss each other on the cheek, girl fashion. Mom whispers, “Sorry for making you upset. I do love you.” She did suggest I change back into the shorts that go with the outfit as well as some sandals.

I went and changed and we’re walking up near the dunes and away from other people. Mom asks, “Your complexion is glowing, can I ask if you are taking any supplements along with pampering your skin?”

I say, “Not enough to change me, but as you say to soften my complexion. I guess you noticed that?”

Later after our walk, I was alone with Dad. Dad says, “I reminded your Mom that when we were younger I dressed in her clothes a time or two. It was with clothes she didn’t want back,” he snickers.

“But Dad, you’re not built like me. …I thought it was neat to have a dad sensitive like you, but I never imagined you would have done that. You never told me nor my sister.”

“This is not for sharing; it was usually under the guise of a celebration: Halloween or a Mardi Gras party. I didn’t present as well as you do. It wasn’t something I felt compelled to do or be, but I did enjoy those times.”

Once back to the house, I found out Tricia had headed back to her college and her work. The rest of us, we’re going out to eat tonight, before I head back to my school in the morning.

Mom felt the need to shop and get something appropriate to dine out in. It definitely is a more upscale society than we come from. Though most of us would dress casually that too was better than we were used to. Ellen Sparks, as well as Sandy, decide to come with us. It wasn’t the store I went to before.

While we’re there and my mom is finding a number of dresses to try; my dad messages me. “Mr. Sparks said, he offered you a summer job as Marti. Are you seriously coming to work for him this summer and living here as Marti?”

I text back, “I dreamt about it, but hadn’t taken it seriously.” The truth is I’m more nervous about going back to college. I hadn’t considered it as a serious possibility. “Yes Dad, I’d love to.” The texting ends.

Mom is happy as she’s found a dress for herself and the one I thought she had chosen for herself, is to be for me if I like it. I look at the dress and indeed it is not only very attractive but it’s more for my age. “Here Marti go and try this on. And if these panties and bra are the right sizes please try them as well.”

It is a beautiful cream dress and the bra and panties are silk. I’ve not ever felt something so amazing to wear. When I come out to show my mother, Mrs. Sparks, and Sandy, they’re all smiling, saying things like “That is so you Marti.”

Sandy has a pair of white strapped heels for me to step into. When I do, my mom offers me to hold onto her. Sandy is wrapping the straps around my ankle and fastening them. I have had some practice and three-inch heels, these are no longer a problem.

The hardest part was taking everything off so they could be paid for and taken home for tonight. ‘Home,’ truthfully it has become my home as Marti. I’ve blossomed here, and I feel very comfortable at the Sparks house.

Going back to the Sparks, Mom and I are talking in the back seat. She says, “Tonight while we’re out if someone asks you to dance, I hope you will. I want to see how comfortable you are as Marti.”

I say, “I hope I’m not asked, but I will do it if others and I are asked.”

Mom says, “I’m not worried about others, I want to see if you really act like a young woman. If they have red-blooded men around here, I’m sure that you’ll all be invited to dance.”

I get a text and I can’t believe it, my friends Rex and Dilbert: “Hey what happened, we thought you’d be a day behind us. Needless to say, your deposit money went toward the room we had for the week. …You’ll be disappointed we met some of the prettiest college girls. Whatever your experience might have been, it won’t come close to ours.”

We checked back at college, so we know you came down here, but no one’s seen or heard from you. Someone said he might have seen you at the side of the Interstate helping some distressed damsel.”

I text back, “I too have had a life-changing spring break. You may notice a difference when I get back to the university. Marti”

It is 6:00 p.m. and I’m told by Sandy, “We’re to get dressed for the evening out. We’re to leave around seven.” If it holds true to form we won’t leave before 7:30. Sandy has both of our dresses hanging up out in her room. I lightly powder myself, following Sandy’s lead and direction. Making sure my gaff is still in place, I have no worry about my manhood as the silk panty is hugging my bottom snuggly. I lean forward to help fill my bra with my breasts. They are nice, snug, and present a healthy glow of cleavage from the front opening of the dress.

Sandy says, “I’m glad you like how you fill out your dress. I had begun to worry if you’re veins had become filled with ice. You’re acting so cool and calm.”

I say, “I’ve been walking on eggshells not sure what my Mom was going to say. Her snapping at me the first time is the Mom I’ve known. Did someone talk to her or drug her?”

Sandy says, “I think she surprised my mother the first time. I’m sure my mother talked to her point blank that she was running the risk of losing you. I think it helped her get a better outlook on life. My mom says, your father also had a good talk with her, but that was private.”

“The only thing we know is that she has since enjoyed embracing you as her daughter. Buying this evening dress for you is a strong indication that she does love you and wants to be part of your celebration of coming out.”

Sandy asks, “So was that Tricia who text you before? What did she have to say?”

I say, “No, it was the two guys I was to be with at Ft. Lauderdale. They said they had a great time and we're heading back to the university. They wondered what happened to me and why they hadn’t heard from me.

“I text them back saying, I had a life-changing experience but hadn’t elaborated, but I did sign my text Marti.”

My stocking feet slip into my new heels and this time I sit down to strap them properly myself. I run my hands up my legs when I’m done. The sensation I felt was enough to draw a soft moan of pleasure.

Sandy is wearing her panty and bra set as well as silk stockings. I help hold her dress and help put it over her head. Accidentally my left-hand brushes against her breast. Instead of thinking like a regular guy, I’m jealous that her breasts are real, unlike mine. Sandy looks at me, saying, “Thanks for helping me, but please let things stay between us as girlfriends.” It is my chance to zip the back of her dress and fix the hook properly.

Sandy uses her vanity to do her makeup as I use the sink and counter in her bathroom. I was hoping she or Hannah would be watching or helping me, but neither looked in until I’m all done. Sandy says, “You did amazingly well Marti. Hannah and I agreed you needed more opportunities to do it on your own.”

I asked, “But aren’t you going to correct some of what I’ve done?”

She said, “There probably could be some improvements, but that is up to you to catch. But don’t worry, I suspect your mother would be more than willing to help you.’ That gave me the incentive to check my makeup and make corrections on my own. Sandy did point out an area that my makeup was not as even and smooth as it could be.

She helped me with her curling iron to help set the curls in my hair for the night. I felt proud as my Mom complimented me on the job I did in getting ready.

Lela’s over to go with Hannah to dinner. I looked to Sandra and she whispered, “I think they’ve fallen back in love again. But I don’t think her parents will be very happy if she transfers from Duke like she was talking about to be with Hannah being at Clemson.”

Our Dads are out and Mr. Sparks pats my father on the back. “Charlie, you’ll be stepping into a new world along with your daughter. I hope your business can keep up with what a young woman can cost you.”

Mrs. Sparks enters the room, “Shush, or you’ll be paying part of that cost if she comes to intern this summer with you.”

Both my Mom and Hannah are the two that are taking longer tonight. Sandy whispers, “You can tell when she’s trying to impress Lela; this is what happens.”

I get nervous and need to go to the bathroom. It is then that I find out how difficult and complicated it can get to use the toilet when I’m wearing such a nice dress and don’t want to spoil it. Luckily, Sandy comes and gives me directions from outside the door.

Finally, we’re ready to leave and a limousine has pulled up to take us to the restaurant as one group.

I was careful as I was worried about stepping into the limousine and trying to sit gracefully. Sandy said, “Don’t worry about what others think, just try to do your best. If you end up plopping down and your dress flies up don’t worry.”

Hannah says, “Use a little more effort than that. It will be the first time your mother will be watching her daughter as a woman.”

“Thanks a lot, I thought I was supposed to relax and enjoy tonight.”

Hannah says, “Thinking you are to enjoy it is just part of the experience of being female. Most of us find the pressure to be part of our everyday life. There are pressures others put on us and the pressures we place on ourselves. How we look and how we perform to somebody’s expectations. You might as well experience that with something small.”

I say, “Like how I get into a limousine with my mother watching me?”

Lela says, “You should also have your own standards about how you do and look to others. When you get out there; there might even be some guys watching you.”

I tell my first white lie, “I’m not worried about some guys looking at me.”
Lela and Hannah get in and take some of the closer seats to the door. But I didn’t watch to see how they handled it. My parents and Sandra are next. Mrs. and Mr. Sparks encourage me to go before them. My skirt is tight enough that I need to lift the hem of my dress a little to reach my foot in. I thank the chauffeur for allowing me to hold him while I step into the vehicle. I am sure I am making mistakes, but my Mom is the first to ask, “Marti have you been practicing that? You did very well.”

I worried that she was speaking down to me until Sandra and her mother both compliment me. Mrs. Sparks saying, “I don’t think you’d have done so well just a week ago.” I sit down and soon cross my feet and hold my legs close.

I’m sitting near my Mom and she says, “Honey, I don’t want you to worry about every little thing. Try to relax and enjoy yourself. You appear to have the makings of a wonderful woman. You should feel like a beautiful butterfly emerging from her cocoon.”

I pause as Mom has given me a beautiful image of myself. I turn to give her a hug, but I’m embarrassed. I’m ready to cry over nothing, I can’t believe that.

Ms. Sparks says, “I bet the other Marty doesn’t understand the tears.”

I ask, “Am I supposed to?”

Sandy reaches to hold my hand, “You’re allowing yourself to feel like a girl that’s good.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

The night lights are on and there’s the moon in the sky, reflecting off the ocean. My senses are in overload as we come to the nightspot.

A violinist is even there to serenade us. I watch several exits of the limo and decide to be next. Once I begin to stand up, I recognize that Troy is one of those holding my hand and helping me out of the limousine.

I didn’t plan it but for some reason, I give Troy a kiss on the cheek as I say, “Thank you.”

Troy says, “I heard the Sparks were bringing guests here for dinner; I was hoping you’d be among them. Will you let me dance with you later?” I wasn’t answering so Sandy decided to answer for me.

She said, “I think the kiss on your cheek serves as your answer. I think she hopes you’ll give her a big passionate kiss later.”

I quickly say, “No!” Hannah says, “But your body says yes, yes!”

I turn to my parents and say, “That’s not true.”

Mom says, “I wouldn’t blame you. He’s a very attractive young man. I hope you will dance with him if that is what you’d like.”

We have shrimp, a wonderful salad and I have the lemon white fish with rice. I have a small glass of white wine. Mr. Sparks had offered a toast for my parents and me. “I hope your first visit here is a blessing and that you’ll bless us by returning again.”

Mr. Sparks asks, “Marti is planning to be a Patriot? Francis Marion will offer you a very good education if you say, yes.”

I say, “I liked the University, but I’m not sure I can afford to come here.”

His wife says, “Would a $10,000 dollar scholarship make it possible?”

I say, “But they say, all they can offer at this point is a $5,000 grant and to be in a work program.”

Mrs. Sparks says, “That would give you $15,000 in financial help. I’d think that should make it quite manageable.”

I’m surprised by the extra ten thousand in scholarship. They know something I do not. I turn to my parents, “Would that be alright with you two?”

I take a bite of the fish with rice and this bite has a very tart lemon flavor. I can’t help but make a puckered face. Mom lightly laughs, “It would be a great opportunity for a new start. But it has to be for you and not just because Tricia is there.”

“I think my answer is yes, but don’t anyone hold me to it quite yet.” Howard Sparks begins to clap and others join in. He picks up his glass and with nothing said salutes me. My Dad says, “To the Patriot.”

There is a band that begins to play by 9:30 and Troy is soon over to me asking for a dance. It is nothing special but it is quickly special to me. His cologne is woody and with the scent of the ocean, I find my emotions being caught up with him. It is after the third we walk out to the patio. His arms hug me from behind as I stare out to the ocean. His warmth helps to make the moment special. I don’t know how a woman is to feel, but I am moved. When I turn to face him, I’m embracing him and we have our first passionate kiss.

It is closing in on midnight when Troy asks me to go walk the beach and into the water with him. I know better than to move that fast. I did ask Hannah and Lela if they would go down with us. I carry my sandals and we walk along the edge of the water.

Lela is showing more attention to Hannah than I’m allowing Troy. He says, “It’s not fair?”

“You’ll have to decide if I’m worth waiting for. I am not going to be a notch on any guy’s belt.”

He says, “Guys don’t really think like that.”

I say, “I bet you could tell me how many girls you’ve had and most of their names.” He pauses and I know he’s counting. It didn’t take long and a different smile came to his face. “I thought so. But I’ll let you escort me back to the club. Before we’re too close to being there, I’ll give you a wonderful kiss to remember me by.” I faintly hear him say, “I’ll take it.”

Part of me regrets pushing him away and not going further, but I knew better than to be swept away with emotions.

The kiss as we get close is very passionate and I am pleased that he likes it as much as I do.

I can see my mother sees me as we come back into the club. I keep from making eye contact as I get my purse and head to the ladies' powder room. I do need to use the loo, but it was my makeup and hair that caused me to go there. That said, I’ve used the toilet and I am close to repairing my makeup when my mother comes in to find me.

“Marti, I’ve no opinion about you as my daughter or a son right now. But, I was glad to see that a nice young man was able to reach in and touch your emotions. That wasn’t the old Marty I’ve known, but the new Marti, I’m coming to see. I thought you needed to know I support you either way.”

“Tomorrow when we head back north in your car, which of you is going to be driving the car?”

I ask, “Do you mean, I’ve got a choice. That is that you’ll accept my decision if it’s as a woman?”

“Marti, you’re an adult. It’s your decision. You could go back as a guy and still plan to transition if you’d decide that as well.”

“Mom, I’m afraid, if I don’t show back up at college as I am. That I may go back into my depression and denial. I need to at least show back up there as Marti. Debra and a few others know of this side. I think they’ll give me enough support to talk to a psychologist there and come out into the light.”

My Mom gives me a hug and says she and my dad are going back to the Sparks with Howard and Ellen.

Once back out to the dance floor, I have another drink. I relax and stay with my Spark sisters for another hour and a half. We didn’t close the bar, but we danced and had a good time. Another guy, Matt and I dance a few dances. I am not sure what to make of the fact that I find myself attracted to him as well.

Sandy, Hannah, and I stay up to three in the morning talking. The events of the week are quite a memory to relive. Sandy says, “I was thinking that dressing you up would last two or three hours at most. It was fun. You were such a nice person to stop for me. I wanted to be nice to you and hoped you wouldn’t be offended. I never imagined we tapped into a secret that needed to see the light of day.”

“I’ve seen two transgendered women,” Hannah says. “But I had not seen one come out of her cocoon-like this. And I’d never have predicted how great our parents would respond. I’m so happy for you and proud of them.”

I dared ask, “Do you think it will be alight if I take some of the clothes they bought me?” Hannah giggles and Sandy does the same.

“We’re not going to keep the clothes for us. Don’t be silly. They are your clothes, certainly, you take them with you.”

“But I can’t fit all of them into my car.”

“We can get a wardrobe box and have some shipped to your home or to the college. Your choice.” Sandra then asks, “Do you have a place Marti can stay when you get back from spring break?”

“I have a friend Debra McBride, who lives with some other coeds. She told me if I came out I could stay with her, but that it had to be as Marie.”

“So Marie was your name; will it go back to being Marie when you make your final decision?”

We finally decide to go to sleep. Sandy and I shower and change for bed. It wasn’t until we’re finished that we realized it was now an ordinary event and nothing special of me being in her room.

Come morning it was eight before I got out of bed and ten o’clock before I got everything packed.

It was good to see my car as well as a surprise. Mr. Sparks had my car tuned up and new tires put on it. He said, “Your first trip as the new Marti would not be the time for having car problems. Plus we wanted to express our thanks for helping Sandy Jo.”

Mrs. Sparks hands me an envelope, “I’ve written a letter that you might want to share with a counselor or the university to authenticate what transpired over Spring Break.” I gave her a hug of thanks, but I could not speak without crying. She understood, I did not.

I had called Debra McBride at 9:30 bef0re we headed off on the road. She was back at her home but would come back to campus early to welcome me into her rooms in the house they were renting. Her joy came through the phone loud and clear.

She talked to Sandy and Hannah and teased me royally when Sandy sent several pictures of me and my new clothes. Sandy sent her one picture that she was especially happy to see, but she would not tell me which one it was.

Sandy says, “You have not yet seen that or a few other pictures.”

We would make it through South and North Carolina and through Virginia. My parents insisted we stop and stay the night inside of Maryland. We road into Baltimore to find a nice hotel and a place to eat.

Spring break officially ended for me the next day.
The end of my Spring Break.

Mom, Dad, and I got a late start from Hilton Head as it was very emotional for me to leave my second family. Having a lot to talk about with my Mom and Dad, we did not hurry along as we do usually. We do make it to Baltimore and stopped to eat and stay the night. Funny to me, Mom insisted she and I share the room and Dad would sleep out on the sofa-sleeper.

The compromise for my father was that we went to a steakhouse to eat. Dad ordered a good size steak as he and I would regularly do. I instead ordered sirloin tips on a bed of wild rice and salad.

Once back to the room, I showered and changed into my nightgown in the bathroom. My Mom lends me her robe so I could go out to my Dad and say goodnight. Dad says, “You’ve cleaned off your makeup and you still look like my daughter and not the Marty I’ve known.”

I kiss his cheek, saying goodnight, and thank him for his compliment. Dad asked, “Are you sure that your friend Deb McBride will accept you like this at the university? Are you sure this is how you’re going back to college?”

“I’m not naïve Dad, not everyone is going to be accepting. That will be part of the challenge to whether this is me. I’m thinking more and more that I’m like this.”

We made it to our home late in the morning and my mother quickly rummaged through my sister’s old clothing to find jeans, skirts, and other clothes that might fit me. I had to try them on and pass mom’s inspection. What fit went into the washer and what didn’t was now being discarded. There were a few skirts, tops, and dresses that I could wear now, with a few more I could wear this summer or next winter. It did give me more everyday clothes and options to wear. Mom gave me extra money that on my way to college so I could buy needed panties, bras, and camisoles. She reminded me, that young women today like to dress in layers.

Once I left, I was on my own for the first time. Ten minutes away from the university I call to Debra saying I was about there. Debra was out on the porch of their house to greet me as well as Cheri and Karyn. Suddenly, I became quite scared. Debra quickly smiled but Cheri and Karyn tried to hold their frowns indicating disapproval. Fortunately, for me, they broke into smiles and I knew I was being teased.

Karyn finally lets out her breath as she relaxes with a smile. “We had images of what you’d look like Marti. That you are a presentable woman is helpful. It wouldn’t have changed that we accept you here. But it does make it easier.”

Debra, “We’ve informed Dean Baker that she should expect you in the morning. She thanked us for letting her know ahead of time. She’ll help you with Mr. Bones in the registrar’s office.”

Debra says, “She wanted to know from us if this is a permanent change; something you’re considering; or if we thought you might be up to something?”

I said to her, “My decision is it’s still up in the air, but I am being open and honest with you.”

Debra says, “I told Dean Baker if this was one of your jokes that I would castrate you myself.” My body cringed at that thought, and I swore it was not a prank of any sort.

They’re jealous of the clothes that I got from the Sparks as well as the beach outfit I purchased, having found it mispriced.

Debra tells me “Cheri doesn’t need to be jealous. Her parents first bought this house for her older sister. Supposedly, its value has increased by twenty percent in seven years. Besides Cheri’s fantastic wardrobe here are her slumming clothes for college. Her home is in the posh West Chester community.”

I was on my computer and ready for bed when Debra knocked and asked if I was presentable before she would talk. I said, “Come in, I hope you think I’m presentable.”

When the door opens, there are seven, no eight people all women. I am sure I turned beet red from embarrassment. Six of the women were from another apartment house close by.

Only one readily remembered the old Marty and she was amazed by the difference. “You should be sitting up better than you are but besides that, I think you look comfortable being the new Marti. So you set out planning to use spring break to transition?”

Another student Meg said, “Who helped you to immerse yourself? Being this good isn’t by accident.”

We sat around my bedroom until midnight and we giggle and joke as I shared the stories from Spring break. Halfway through our gathering Debra and Meg decide to redo my fingers and toenails. Cheri turns my earrings and is surprised that I had taken good care of them. The holes are now sealed.

Come Monday morning despite not having any classes Debra woke me early, forcing me out of bed. “Remember you’re meeting Dean Ellen Baker. I’m sure she and other things we’ll have to do will make for us a busy day.”

Debra sent me back to redo my makeup, saying it’s too early in the day to use that much. She then came in and out of my room to check if I’m doing things right.

I had berries, a lite yogurt, and tea for breakfast. Debra decides we’re to travel on the campus transit to the administration building. She tells the receptionist, “Marti Stanley has an 8:00 a.m. appointment with Dean Baker though it might not be on her schedule.”

True enough the receptionist had to call back to Dean Baker to confirm the appointment. She said, “This must be important. The Dean is usually considered early if she’s here before 9:00.”

When I went back, Debra went with me. “Dean Baker, I want to introduce Marti to you. I’ve known her having shared classes and becoming good friends this year. I am pretty sure this is going to become permanent though Marti says she’s exploring at this point.”

The Dean listens but it’s her associate Joan Bell who takes me around to other offices and helping me in getting settled as a female student. They already have scheduled an appointment for me at the university women’s clinic for 11:00 this morning. Having a medical exam is embarrassing as a woman having male genitals. The nurse and physician’s assistant both reiterate it’s important that I become comfortable with myself. “Regard any problems you might have with people being unaccepting; you must allow them to be the problems of others’ perception. Please use one of our counselors to deal with your anxieties and adjustments as you transition.”

Joan Bell, the Dean of Women’s Associate, asks if I am going to begin to take hormones and to transition. She said, “I’m sure the doctors and the psychiatrist are going to be cautious. I, however, would like to see a step by step progression that confirms you’re not trying to fool the university or those who are friends to you.”

Marti said, “My Mom and I already agreed I could begin treatments. Dr. DauSchmidt has a dosage in mind if the Psychiatrist agrees. I have had an initial interview with Dr. DauSchmidt and a follow-up visit come Thursday noon.”

Debra and I go to my bank to change over my account and to get new credit and debit cards with a new photo as well as the present spelling as Marti Lea Stanley.

That night we go to an inexpensive Italian place to eat. It’s going well until Karyn’s boyfriend Jack came around. He got right to the point, “Hey, I hear you’re Marty Stanley but now in drag. That doesn’t go over big with me. Especially since you’ve taken to living in their house. Try to get up and protect yourself like a man. I’m just looking for an excuse to splatter you all over the place.”

Karyn’s embarrassed and I am a bit scared. I knew I’d get some flack, but I wasn’t ready for a threat as such. I start to stand as he’s on the other side of Karyn. Debra warns me not to, “You don’t play into someone’s emotional outburst. He needs time to find that you’re no threat, Marti. Jack’s grown to accept Karyn’s friends and ours, hopefully, he’s going to do the same with you.”

Under her breath Cheri, another woman sharing the apartment, says, “You never know his friend Darin is between girls, maybe you’ll be asked by him for a dance or even a date.” I could only lightly laugh and give thanks Jack didn’t hear it.”

Cheri’s a year older and when we got back to the apartment she asks me, “If I could get you into Reilly’s would you be open to getting a drink and maybe dance with someone?”

I’m not inclined to go, but Debra shakes her head yes helps me solidify the decision to go. Debra spent time and helped me to arrange my bedroom. She’s lent me a colorful bedspread, and Debra even brought in a poster: It’s of a guy with his shirt off and the snap on his jeans open. He’s kind of buff. He reminds me of someone I saw on spring break. I say, “He’s good looking I guess, thanks for the poster.”

Debra says, “Do me the favor of doing your lips and kissing the poster?” There was no way I was doing that. Except Debra wouldn’t stop hassling me until I did. I kissed the poster on the guy’s upper body. Debra says, “That indicates you don’t want others to know you like him.”

We get to Reilly’s by 10:30 and sit near some of Cheri’s friends. They’ve been my friends too, but as Marti, I’m not sure. We each nursed a drink and I have one dance with her and then two guys each ask us for the next dance. It ends up being two more dances.

Debra joyfully says, “Now others know this Marti can dance like a girl.”

The first week of classes played to a mixed review. There’re two classes where friends are obviously cool to my change. My old friend Hennessey says, “I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove, but this is creepy.” Hennessey may have been a bit more upset because we rode to a conference together the first semester and shared a room.

Debra jokes with him, “Don’t worry we’re not wondering about your gender or sexual preferences Hennessey.”

I’m one of those unfortunate students who got stuck with a Friday afternoon class. Instructor Williams is working on his Ph.D., so Friday morning and afternoon is when he has two of his classes. “Marti with an ‘i’ is it, Mr. Stanley? Would you mind sharing with the class, what brings about this dramatic change? Like an iceberg was this there all along but lying out of sight?”

I hoped, he would move on and not push it. That was wishful thinking. Instead, he says, “This is a university where things like this are open for discussion.”

I say, “Well, on spring break a young woman discovered this side of me. So I came out and decided not to go back into hiding. Is that okay with you? I know it’s a big change, but I don’t see it as hurting anyone.”

When he presses to go further, I said, “Please go on, I’m not ready to talk about it anymore.”

Mr. Williams says, “How can you afford the change to a woman’s wardrobe and everything else that goes with it?”

I say, “Sandy and her family were quite helpful. Even my parents helped me as they could. End of discussion for now please.” I was ready to leave if he kept talking about me.

I’m ready to relax come the weekend. The week had gone relatively well yet there is so much to do.

My counselor Michele Allen ends up being a fully certified psychiatrist. “Marti, I am impressed that you’ve shared so openly. I’d like to have you begin taking some medicine to counter the testosterone your body is producing.” I tell her I’m scared about doing so.

She counters that by saying, “It is better for you to be trying it now while you’re in a predictable environment and will have follow-up appointments. It shouldn’t cause dramatic change, but hopefully enough to help you gain a better experience.

“Come to the end of this semester you should be in a better position to make more decisions for yourself. I’d like to encourage you to develop more of social life, making sure that you are not isolating yourself.”

I get a phone call near the end of my appointment, from Tricia. I answer the call because she’s tried three other times to call me. “Tricia, can I call you back in say fifteen minutes?”

Dr. Allen thanks me for ending the call quickly. “I take it that she’s one of the sisters back in the Carolinas who’s taken a liking to you?”

“No she’s one of their friends, we’ve become very close and she wants me to transfer to her college for next year.”

Dr. Allen asks, “Would that be with you transitioning to become Marti full-time?”

“I have a summer internship with Sandy and Hannah’s father that he’s offered to me as Marti.” I take a deep breath, “It will allow me time to find myself and decide for sure if I’m transferring.”

Dr. Michele warns, “I want you to be careful about burning bridges behind you and not having anywhere to turn if they become disillusioned with you.”

I pause and look to read her, “You’re not trying to frighten me, are you? Mr. Sparks and I talked. He thinks I need to commit myself if I’m going to be Marti. I think he’s risking as much as I am in some ways.”

The weekend is a fun time of shopping and Debra having fun at my expense. Two weeks later it was warm enough that we sunbathed on our property. It is nice to have the help of Debra and our friends.

Despite wrestling with my changes, my grades actually improve and papers get done, reflecting good work. Dean Baker is supportive knowing I may be transferring or coming back to the University in late August. Having one semester better than a 3.0-grade average has me more attractive as a student to both universities. Both universities offer to help me with financial offerings.

It is the last week of April that Mr. Sparks calls solidifying my internship. Howard says, “You will be working most weeks out of Columbia and it will be up to you to decide if you have time to be with us at our home. You are invited, but I need to learn how well you can do your work and in scheduling your time. That includes making sure you get your work done and taking care of yourself. I will not be happy if you burn yourself out by July fourth.”

“I hear Tricia also has a summer work-study in Columbia. I will not be surprised if my daughters find an excuse for being there as well. Do you think you can handle all that?”

I say, “Yes Mr. Sparks. Sandy says you have already rented an apartment where I and two other interns will be living. What do I need to bring for the apartment and need to budget for its rent?”

He says, “It is a good place though not at all fancy or expensive. The Finance Center picks up that tab. You’ll probably need to work after the workday is officially done. But if you do well, like I believe you will. You can solidify a place in the company, most likely working for me.”

“Florence won’t have a medical facility that can see you through transitioning but Columbia’s medical centers will be more than capable.”

My classes end the Friday before Mother’s Day and I am pleased to have ten days at home. It will be the first time my sister Tammy and I get to meet. We have Facebooked and visited on the phone. And I’m pretty sure she is still skeptical about what I’m doing. “Marty, I know you raided my closet more than once. However, I did not see anything more than you wanting attention.”

Once we’re both home, celebrating Mother’s Day, she informs us of her real concern. “Mom and Dad, Dane wants to ask me to marry him. But I said I wanted to come home alone; I’m not sure what he’ll do if he finds out that Marty’s changing.”

Tammy says, “Mom told me you’re looking more like her and me. I thought that sounded creepy. I didn’t want a brother looking like me even if he’s joking around. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it. It must have been something hard, trying to hold something like this in.

“My friend Jan tried to tell me you had a problem. But after we argued that time, she wouldn’t bring it up anymore. I bet she’s going to be happy to say ‘I told you so.’”

Jan and Tammy went out Saturday night. Tammy calls me saying Jan wants to see me. It took the better part of an hour to get made-up and to the Straw Hat. Jan came outside and gave me Tammy’s i.d. to pass as being 21 to get in.

The ironic part is that three guys were looking for three women to be together to dance with them. Travis the guy I dance with is a nice guy I knew from the next town over. He didn’t recognize me and I didn’t feel the need to explain for one time dancing together

I have a blouse, Mrs. Sparks sent me to my mother. It makes for one of the nicer gifts I ever gave her on Mother’s Day. My mother likes it and seems very comfortable having two daughters.

Monday is regularly a slow day, with Dad going to work, Tammy has returned to her job in Connecticut, and Mom doing the wash. Today is different, I’m nicely dressed and she and I go to have lunch at a tea room. It is like waking up in a very feminine and proper place from the past. The sandwich is small, with a pasta salad on the side and the cups being very dainty.

When we arrived there, I would never have imagined I would be there more than two hours enjoying my mother-daughter time. Among other things, I bought a lace handkerchief and a small ceramic kitten playing with a ball of yarn.

Mom and I went to lunch again on Wednesday and this time it was to introduce me to her friends. Those who came already knew of my change and were respectful if not accepting. Mrs. Brock even brought her daughter Jenny who knew me from high school.

Jenny realized at the end of our luncheon that I needed to use the women’s restroom to wash and check my makeup. Jenny stood up, “Marti why don’t we go wash up and fix our makeup? It will give our moms and chance to visit without us.”

Once we’re in the restroom she asks, “Would you like to go out Friday night and have a good time as Marti?” She says, “It’s going to take a while for me to see you this way. But actually, it is easier in visiting as friends. I can’t remember too many times ever seeing you out having fun.”

Come Saturday morning my car was packed and more things would be sent to me. The timeout the night before was enjoyable and Jenny and I will continue to be in contact through FB and email.

It was 6:00 p.m. Sunday when I found the house I would be sharing. Stephanie greeted me, saying it was her second summer with South Carolina Financials. I was glad to come at 8:00 that evening when Steph acknowledged knowing about me. “Mr. Sparks’ older daughter Hannah and I are friends. She trusted me to know about you. I am impressed with how well you present yourself. She mentioned it was Sandy Jo who discovered your little secret…”

To be continued…

Marty Stanley’s feminine side was discovered by Sandy Sparks as he went on spring break to Florida. Sandy was a stranded motorist he stopped to help. It was then Sandy saw his yellow panty showing as he leaned over to replace a flat tire. She also noticed traces of makeup he missed removing from the night before.

Sandy and her sister Hannah were delighted to help this dirty blonde guy to be their Barbie Doll and discover the girl inside. Marti emerges much to her own delight. Marti is not a complete surprise to him. Though coming out and discovering she’s full of life and her own spirit is. Marty had never allowed Marti to emerge completely.

Howard Sparks, Sandy’s father, took a liking to Marti for helping his daughter Sandy. He even encouraged Marti to come back to South Carolina in the summer and begin finding her way in her new life.

Mrs. Sparks, Hannah, and another summer, intern Stephanie Karma, were there to welcome Marti when she arrived there Sunday afternoon. Steph was out on the porch to greet Marti, while Alice Sparks and Hannah were up in what’s to be Marti’s bedroom. The window coverings are fresh and bright pinks and white. The bed is an old but beautiful four-poster. There’s even a picture taken at spring break that has been made into a poster for the wall. It is of Sandy, Hannah, Janice, and Marti on the beach at New Smyrna Beach.

There is a new dress in the closet along with an outfit that Marti had not packed when she left at the end of spring break. The scent of Dogwood blossoms and potpourri fills the bedroom. When Marti pulled up to the house in her dated car; Steph welcomed her arrival.

Steph had seen the poster picture of Marti but was still expecting someone who looked like a guy trying to look like a girl. While Marti’s transformation wasn’t perfect, Marti presented as an attractive young woman. One could see the college guy if they knew what to look for. His shoulders were a little square, his feet a bit further apart than ought to be and while his Adam’s apple isn’t very noticeable it is there.

There is a third floor to the grand old house; it is for the other person. It’s reserved for Bradley Jordan III, a summer intern and the son of CEO Bradley Jordan Jr. The Chairperson for South Carolina Investments, Inc.’s Board President is Mrs. Brianna Jordan; she is the mother of Bradley Jr. She was a mature sixteen years old when her son was conceived.

Bradley, Sr. had died two years ago; he was already sixty-six when he plucked the young blossom of Brianna in her youth.

The young Bradley goes by Lee, and while he is fairly intelligent he is suspected like his grandfather to be a skirt chaser.

Marti, for having been a guy, thinks she has an abundance of clothes as she carries two handfuls of dresses and outfits on hangers into the house. Steph asked, “How much more do you have to bring in?” She’s surprised to hear there are only two suitcases. “Well girl, we will need to change that while you are here.”

Hannah knows enough to search for a box of shoes, makeup luggage as well as other odds and ends. She too comments, “Mom, Marti’s, still not used to being a girl.”

Ellen says, “You need to remember Hannah, not every girl has as much as you and your friends.”

“But Mom even Tricia has more than twice as much as Marti.”

Ellen says, “Speaking of Tricia, you should call her and see if she can meet us along with your father and Sandy Jo for dinner. It should not take long to get Marti settled into her apartment.”

It took two hours to settle in and for Marti to shower and refresh herself to Mrs. Sparks' liking. She says, “Marti, you need to remind my husband to let you off work the next two days at 3:00 p.m. so we can do some shopping with you.”

Marti says, “I can’t do that. It will be my first two days and well I want to make a good impression at work.”

Mrs. Sparks says, “I’ve seen your wardrobe and even your work clothes need to be bolstered. I am sure Howard has put aside an allotment for you to be properly dressed to meet clients. I did not see anything appropriate for evening dinner meetings or hosting a client. These are money people and they expect you to be properly attired.”

There was already a colorful dress in Marti’s closet and it is what Mrs. Sparks encouraged Marti to wear. Sunday evening at the country club is only half full. While the staff takes notice of the Sparks they are considered the second tier in wealth, they being part of the working rich.

Marti knew that many had observed her. Mrs. Sparks whispers, “They looked at your dress and how you presented yourself. You should be well pleased, I think they think well of you in your first impression.”

Sandy whispers, “Marti, if anyone should ask, your name is Martina Marie Stanley. You should give them that for your proper name; Marti should be for those who know you better or those you work with.” Marti begins to speak but is interrupted. “I know your name is not formally Martina Marie yet. Others do not need to know that.”

Mr. Sparks says, “Martina, I am sorry that I have not communicated with you as much as I should. This first week will be geared to introducing you to your work and getting you on board with what is expected in this environment.

“We will compromise with your South Carolina mother. I will seek to have you off tomorrow between 3:30 and 4:00. She and my daughters can help accomplish some things that I cannot.”

He says, “Come Wednesday, your schedule will include three dance lessons, one each of the first three weeks. I hope you don’t mind, but it is part of the expectation for all of our employees.”

We are seated and ready to order and there is an empty setting at the table. I am surprised when Tricia arrives to have dinner with us. She greets the others but more warmly greets me with a light hug and air kiss to the cheek.

Tricia has her summer job as a historian working to classify relics at the museum. Along with artifacts from southern history they have artifacts from two European collections that have recently been received at the museum. Tricia is a history major in secondary education.

The meal goes well and the evening out takes a good two hours with as much socializing as anything. Hannah, Sandy, and Tricia took me for a short walk and talk after the meal. Tricia says, “Columbia, is a fairly open city, and you are not going to be seen as very unusual here as you might other places. You are encouraged however not to flaunt yourself. There is much pride here that you should honor as well. I will wait until Thursday or Friday to see you.”

Hannah says, “You have done well in keeping your composure. It is hard enough to manage the heat and humidity here. Mint Juleps are not a requirement, but you should come to know your drinks as a lady and decide what your interests are outside of work. You need to figure out what you want to do for exercise to gain and keep your girlish figure.”

Once back to the house I’m staying at, I am ready to unzip my dress and step out of my heels. Steph and I share the second floor, both having a bedroom, a walk-in closet, and another room for ourselves. She says, “I hope you do not mind but I have started a bath for you. Hannah says. "You might always remember that the good hygiene of a woman takes a larger effort and more time. That includes unwinding and relaxing from travel and an evening out.”

I want to say, ‘But I’m not a woman,’ but then again it is who I am for the summer. Steph pours two glasses of wine and she allows me to tell her my story starting with spring break.

With the AC keeping my room comfortable I had a great night of sleep. I woke first and have a glass of ice tea and half a scone. I read a newspaper on my iPhone. I have a TV but decide it distracts me too much from getting ready.

My choice of clothes this morning is a light bright lime green dress, a color I liked but would never wear as Marty. Steph agrees that my yellow and orange accessories give a colorful and cheery touch to my ensemble. I have a leather purse with green and yellow straps and a buckle. With my tablet at my side, I am off to work.

I have an attractive pink and white mug in which I get my coffee at Higher Grounds. It is a place that Steph already knew and we share a table. Both of us are looking to be early. Mr. Sparks introduces me to Gary Schmidt who is to acquaint me with the different programs they have and give me my own account number and password. "They have to be entirely new, nothing I’ve used before." Gary says, “Not even close.”

They give me information about a deceased person. I am to practice setting up a new account and choose possible investments. They give me a fake amount of money and investment goals. Something told me to search for SCI’s parameters. It was 11:10 a.m. when I happened upon a list of fifty plus investments recently tied to SCI Investments. Not knowing which Mr. Sparks likes. I quickly look them over and go to see him.

“Mr. Sparks, I’ve seen a list of investments used by SCI and I’ve come to see if there are some you prefer over others.”

Mr. Sparks takes me the list and looks at them. He then asks, “Some have a 1 or 2 by them. What is that for?”

I had meant that for my own knowledge. “Um, you weren’t to see that. They’re my guess of what you might have used.”

He says, “Except for these three ones, you’re on target. You and I will need to look at these three and see if they should be part of my folders.” He asks, “Where did you get the notion, I’d like these?”

I say, “When you talked to me about the internship; you told me your philosophy of what you looked for and then to balance it.”

Mr. Sparks told me, “Go get some lunch and try to get back before one. I’d like to show some current accounts. I may have you sit in with a client who I’m to see at 2:00, but she’s always early.”

I saw, Café Gardens walking from my car. I decide to go there for lunch. When I order the spinach tossed salad, the waitress compliments me. She says, “For a newbie, I like your choice. Could I suggest a raspberry tea with mint?”

“I need to stay away from too much sugar or I would.”

She says, “That’s where the mint comes in. It adds to the sweet taste and the sugar is cut way down.”

She asks, “Would you like me to replace the strawberries in your salad with raspberries? Maybe I shouldn’t the strawberries are fresh, not the raspberries.”

I say, “Thanks, I too prefer the fresh fruit.” The lunch is good and better yet it comes soon. I didn’t rush, but I am done in plenty of time. Melissa thanks me for choosing her table. I didn’t but I’ll ask for it from now on.

Back to work, Mr. Sparks Secretary rings me. “If you’re ready, Mr. Sparks wants to meet with you. Make sure by 1:30 you allow him time to prepare for his next client. Mrs. Breese usually comes early.”

Mr. Sparks has me use a stool to look onto his computer. He has the investment folders I had marked. He asks, “These three folders, do you remember any numbers or letters associated with them?”

“I’m not sure Mr. Sparks. I think that was with that one but the other I remember because its mark was confusing, b2s.”

Howard says, “I’m not sure how you got in there but that’s Mrs. Brianna Jordan’s i.d. She was an up and coming second-tier investor when the old man took notice of her and trained her for the company. She is not only attractive she knows her stuff. Please understand this information stays with me and no one else, do you understand?”

I smile and say “Yes.”

He says, “Cute. You and I will meet with Mrs. Jordan yet this week. She needs to know about this. I can’t afford, not to be upfront with her.” He pauses, “And she’ll want to know about you and how you found it. Can you do that?”

I say, “Yes, I’m pretty sure. I marked it as a source I wanted to keep. Will I be in trouble?” Mr. S says, “Other than not reporting to me on this but her in the future. No, you should be doing very well.”

We talk and I know I will be continuing to work for him as I have a lot to learn. He was joking about Mrs. Jordan taking me for herself…

To be continued…

Characters
Marty/Marti Stanley
Alice and Charles Stanley - parents
Sandra and Hannah Sparks – Marty helped Sandy and she saw his panties
Howard and Ellen Sparks – their parents
Trooper Joyce Ryan -
Maria – Housekeeper
Rex and Dilbert – Classmates from college
Steph – antagonist
Brian –danced with Hannah
Troy – danced with
Nick Adams – danced with Sandy
Lela, Tina and Cassidy Hendersons
Tricia Morgan attends – FMU in Florence, South Carolina
Stephanie Karma – Summer intern of Constance Rivers
Bradley Jordan III – Intern and son of CEO Bradley Jordan Jr.
Brianna Jordan - mother of Bradley Jr. though only fifteen years older
Chairperson of the Board
Bradley Jordan, Sr. – Recently deceased

Mrs. Sally Breese is early like Mr. Sparks said she might be. I am fortunate as she likes me when Mr. Sparks asks if it is okay if I sit in with them. I am off to the side listening, taking notes, and being quiet.

Come to the end of their time together Ms. Breese says, “Young woman, what am I wanting to do with my investments?” I look to Mr. Sparks, he nods his head yes. She says, “I didn’t ask him, I’m asking you. I’m the customer here.” She smiles, hopefully, to let me know I’m not in trouble.”

“You’re wanting fifty, no a hundred fifty thousand shares more in ALCOA. You gave two accounts and a mutual fund that the funds are to come from. I did not write the account numbers; Mr. Sparks said, I’m not to do that. You want him to meet you at your summer home, Monday, August 21. You will have more information coming to him beforehand.”

Mrs. Breese, “You missed the part about you.” I look to her knowing I’m like a deer in headlights staring back. “You’re to be there the week before. I will be sending the information back with you. You are to come the evening before. Do you object to that?”

“This is my first day, I don’t know what to say?”

She says, “I hope you are more comfortable being yourself by then.” I’m quickly wondering what and how she thinks she knows things about me. Mr. Sparks walks with her to the door.

I wait for him to come back, but know Mrs. Sparks, Sandy, and Hannah are probably here or at my apartment waiting for me.

Mr. Sparks is back and compliments me, “You did well in responding to Mrs. Breese. I was more than happy with your notes. You were being responsible to me and were ready to answer our client.” He looks at his watch and then looks up. “We will talk more tomorrow. Now you need to catch up with Mrs. Sparks and my daughters. They’re outside waiting for you.” He pauses as he says goodbye, “You will be with us tonight at dinner and you will not talk about work. I might say something about Ellen, but that does not give you the right to talk any business.”

I collect my things; hurrying to leave is different for me as Marti. Once I’m out the door I see Mrs. Breese waiting at her car. I know the Sparks are waiting, but I asked, “Ms. Breese are you okay; is there something I can do for you?”

“I see you have people waiting for you, but I’m wondering if you might have time tomorrow.” I pause, not sure what to say, but I’m staying there. She says, “Tomorrow I see my Doctor knowing I have a cyst on an ovary. My girlfriend can’t be here, and I don’t want to eat alone tomorrow night. I just thought you’d be good company for me. You need to eat and all you need to do is to lend me an ear. How about that?”

“But I won't know what to say.”

She smiles, “Bingo, I don't want people telling me what to do. Hopefully, I won’t even want to talk about it. I just want another person to be with me and show a little empathy. I want to just have some conversation. I observed you, you’re good at that.” She stays standing there with neither of us saying anything.

I sigh and smile, “I will be glad too.”

She says, “Get going, if it is alright, I will call the office in the morning and get your number. If you don’t mind, but I like dining late when in the city. The plan is that we’ll be eating around 8:00 and I will take you someplace nice.”

“Now get going, your family shouldn’t wait any longer. Tell them thanks for being patient.”

When I walked over to their SUV Ma Sparks says, “That was nice of you, but get in now and let’s get going.” We were soon to a nice women’s store but going in through a special door.

“Mrs. Sparks, I’m not sure I can afford to be here.” She and her daughters giggle, “You have no idea how funny that comment is. My husband insists I get you the proper appliances. You will be able to say, ‘No,’ but I suggest you wait until you know what you’re saying 'no' to. The first question is do you really want to be Martina?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I even think I’m going to love working here.”

Hannah speaks up, “That is good, but you already know Dad’s clients expect the best, even of his interns. They will even expect a better than average trans-girl. Here is where you upgrade your gaff and breast forms. This is where the women of the upper echelon come before and after they go through reconstructive surgery.”

A nice-looking woman in a white dress comes and introduces herself. “Is one of you Mrs. Sparks or Martina Stanton?”

“I’m Martina Stanley and this is Mrs. Sparks; she’s helping me.”

“I’m Ms. Carrie and I will be assisting you in your decisions this afternoon. If it is okay with you, Mrs. Sparks suggested we begin looking at some of our better appliances. I don’t think you or most people could recognize the difference between those that are more expensive.”

Mrs. Sparks says to Carrie, “You said once they are in place and seams properly concealed that she will look completely like herself?”

“That is true, and she will even clean herself up with them on as a woman in the shower.” Carrie turns to me, “Martina won’t that be wonderful to get up in the morning and not have to worry about this. Like any other woman, you will only have to worry about your clothes, hair, and makeup.”

She shows me three vagina appliances, “Tell me which one you’d like to see first and I will show it to you on this lower torso?” She presents each of them and I am amazed at how lifelike they appear to be even the hairs look realistic.

I have a favorite, but I joke, “You didn’t keep one back that I might like even more?”

Carrie says, “Truthfully I have.” She pulls one more out, the pubic hairs are partially blonde. She stretches it out and asks, “Did I save the best for last?” I am ready to undress and see how it fits. But we’re to look at breast forms first.

She says, “I’m going to ask you to trust us on this. I have a variety of breast forms but they’re all for a ‘b’ cup bra. By the time you choose to have surgery or your breasts fill in then you might choose differently.”

She first matches my skin tone and then I choose the pear/teardrop shaped breasts. I like that they look young and delicate. Reminding me of Sandy when she was on the beach in a bikini.

When I ask how much do these costs; she answers, “They can go up to $7,500 dollars but I think you won’t know the difference. Mr. Sparks authorized up to $5,000, but as of now, you are barely at $3,000. He said the cost is not coming out of your earnings. But that he and his wife feel you should be wearing some of the better appliances.”

For all we’re doing, I am fitted and wearing temporary forms until my forms are back with the proper skin tone and size. It is barely after 5:00 p.m. My understanding I’m getting a second gaff as part of my order.

We enter the women’s clothing store via another entrance. Sandy and Hannah say they can see the difference in me. Sandy says, “Part of it is the confidence and joy you have in being the new you.” I cannot argue, I know my mood is happier. Tami asks will you mind if I measure and fit you for a couple of bras and panties today.”

It is a little humbling but way more exciting. I swear I can feel the breast lying in my bra, but know it can’t be. They fit beautifully and I can see them moving above the top of the bra. One bra is more conducive to showing cleavage. We are at six o’clock and I’m only selecting my first dress for work.

We go back to Mr. Sparks' work home. It is modest compared to their house at Hilton Head, but definitely an upscale apartment. Hannah takes me into her room, “It is safe now. You can shower and refresh for tonight. One of these dresses is for you tonight and if you want you can wear the other for Mrs. Breese tomorrow. They are both nice but neither will not outdo your hostess.”

“I can’t wear that off-white dress to go out and eat in. It’s too risky, I’d ruin it.”

Hannah says, “That settled it. You’ll wear it tomorrow night with Ms. Breese. You’ll just need to be careful. You need to do that anyway.” She pats my rump and I’m off to the shower. I had to wash my bottom front a second time after I washed my breasts.

Sandy tells me as we go for the car, “Dad thinks you look really nice in that dress. I thought you should know. It is a little shorter than he likes for work, but tonight you’re with family.”

He drives up to a fancy restaurant. Someone gets the door for us to get out and another person gets the keys to park the car. Dad hits a code and the car will be completely locked after it is parked.

The salad at noon has worn off and I’m hungry. I order river trout, something I have not eaten before. Mr. Sparks says it is a good choice. It has a distinct taste. I like it but it is too much for my nervous stomach to eat more than half.

The four of us women go to wash up after dinner and fix our makeup. Mrs. Sparks says, “I think you did very well. I know my husband likes to see how a person does with new food. You’ve had a very full day and I hope you are happy with yourself.”

Dad Sparks had taken my car keys earlier and when I’m driven home my car is there. Steph is impressed when she sees me. “Who did your makeup for tonight?” She gives me a hug when I confess I did some of it.

I didn’t get to talk as much as I wanted as my Spark sisters did most of the talking. I believe they will be heading back tomorrow.

The next day starts nicely as I tell Mr. Sparks of Mrs. Breese's invite to dinner. He says, “I’ll note she has a health problem. I’ll be acting as I don’t know unless she shares it personally with me. I could tell yesterday that she had taken to you.”

But I say, “I’m not really a woman, I don't understand.”

He says, “She’s chosen you and she's a good judge of character and she put her confidence in you. If she becomes uncomfortable with you it will be a short evening. If you break confidentiality you not only lose her but your job.” He says, “That is not a threat, but some people are not cut out for this work. Some only do the work and are not like you seem to be. I do advise you not to be like this for everyone.”

I learn and practice some more with Gary. I’m given an account identity #HI3S1. Come 11:00 o’clock I’m given an account and parameters for investment. I send them to Gary and Mr. Sparks before I go to lunch. I am at Cafe Gardens when I’m called back to work. It cost me a lunch that I didn’t get to eat. I did get to take the mint iced tea with me.

Being called away like that was probably routine for them to see how I handled my responsibilities. Ms. Teresa, Mr. Sparks Secretary calls me with Mrs. Breese’s phone number. She also gives me a number to call suggesting I get my hair brushed out. I did not have permission to leave at 4:30 but took the hair appointment anyway.

I’m getting a little more than brushed out and have another appointment with Aubrey for Saturday at 7:30 a.m. I’m not a morning person, but that seems to be changing. She uses a product she works into my hair and then uses a styling brush and blow dryer to form curls and waviness to my hair. I have time to find three nice business dresses for work. It’s debited from my account and leaves me with only emergency money until payday. I do have my credit card but that is to be kept away from frivolous spending.

I’m back showered and ready for Ms. Ellen Breese come 7:30. She doesn’t arrive until 7:45 and we’re to the Fox Hideaway by 8:00 p.m. She moves fine but I suspect she’s hurting. She orders us wine and we relax and begin to talk. The dinner is not ordered for a good while. I’ll eat lightly even though I’m famished.

I am listening as Mrs. Breese tells me of this cyst and that it may be cancer or pre-cancerous. I don’t fully understand how important an ovary is to a woman as she will not be having more children, But I’m learning it impacts somehow a woman sees herself. I’m thinking it should be a real woman she is talking to, but it is me and I listen as best I can.

When the waitress asks if we want another glass of wine and I suggest iced tea. Ellen says, “Thanks, I’d rather be able to just talk. I will get emotional enough. I get tired of my son and daughter being like their father. He could talk business all day and that would be alright. But if I talk about how I feel about things, then all my business savvy gets discounted by them.

“My best friend would have been here, but she needed to go help her own mother. I was hoping you being you, you could be sympathetic to me finding love and comfort with another woman.”

“My daughter Jackie is very caring but she had a lot of pressure, like I did, to see business from a man’s viewpoint. Ultimately she needed to move away from the family business. Her step-brothers resented her and me. I can understand them not liking me, but it was their Daddy who put himself on me. Her husband’s family live in northern Virginia. I’d like her to move back closer to me, but I don’t expect it to happen.

“Bev’s Mom judged me harshly until we met. I think she’s come to terms with me being good for her precious daughter.”

She changes tone as she asks, “Is it okay if I ask what your parents and family think of you? Did you come out years ago or recently?”

She lightly laughs, when I say they found out this past spring break. “My sister and mother both had times they thought I was into their clothes, but then they thought that passed. Mr. Sparks is the person who encouraged my folks to come and see their second daughter. It was not pretty, but I think the Sparks helped them not to rush to judgment.”

“Both my parents and sister thought it was a foolish college thing. But once out I decided I was staying out. They came around I have a lot to learn to be a woman, but I’m very sure it is the right thing for me.” I tell her, “I’m no expert, but you going out of your way to ask me to be with you; is because this is who you are. You didn’t want that getting in the way of how someone sees you with this health problem.”

“It’s sad, how the world discounts a woman. We’re more than our breasts, and so much pressure is put on a woman to see a breast how a man sees them. An ovary is out of sight, and you probably don’t want children, but this has to be a very emotion filled time for you.”

Ellen Breese squeezes my hand. She asks, “Do you think you might have always had a woman’s heart?”

I smile, “My friend at my old college and my friend Tricia have both said something similar. I have a friend Patricia back in my hometown, she says, ‘I’ve been a girl.’”

Ellen found herself attracted to Beverly a half year before her husband died. “But it was only months after I contacted her. She was already out.”

Ellen and I do not finish our dinners but decide to have a special coffee and dessert before calling it a night. I ride back to her hotel with her and then get an Uber driver to take me home. Once again I find having Steph to talk with being a big help.

I am glad that sometimes I’m away from others…

To be continued…

The days were busy at work and Mrs. Sparks, Hannah and Sandy all went home Wednesday afternoon. I was thankful for all the help they were to me. With their help, I was able to furnish my apartment and got more clothes than I could have afforded on my own. Yet, I was happy they left and I could have some time alone. I arranged a few things differently as well.

It was kind of funny when I went to my appointment and Dr. Young said, “You, as a young woman, should be on a stronger blocker for testosterone and I think you’re a fine candidate for the female hormone soup I would like you to be on. That is if you are sure you are ready.”

I can’t help but hear Debra Mc Bride celebrating with me. She was so happy for me when I came back from Spring Break as Marti. “Marti, I was afraid you wouldn’t allow yourself the joy of blossoming… I’m still afraid you won’t follow through and let yourself be happy.”

I knew Mr. Sparks would be leaving for home shortly after noon on Friday if nothing changed. I would be working at least until 4:00 p.m. and staying here at least the first two weekends.

I was there at the office by 7:40, shortly before Mr. Sparks. He soon told me that we would be seeing Chairman of the Board, Mrs. Brianna Jordan at 10:00 a.m. I had hoped he had forgotten about what my research had turned up earlier in the week. Investments made by B2S were those of Mrs. Brianna (Scott) Jordan. Scott had been her maiden name. I had accessed a list of recent corporate investments that I was not to be privy to and shouldn’t have been able to see it.

Howard Sparks assured me I would not be in trouble with Mrs. Jordan. Though he did caution me however that I should not be surprised if I made more than one person in the firm angry with me. “Whoever designed the program you gained access to, should be in some trouble? Hopefully, it was an innocent mistake and no one has accessed or misused the information.”

I was to be updating investment information and analyzing various markets from then until we’re to visit with Ms. Jordan. I did, but I can’t brag saying I wasn’t distracted. I was nervous before and I’m more so now as CEO Bradley James Jordan, Jr, would be meeting with us along with his mother Mrs. Brianna Jordan. And then there was a lawyer and another key staff member, I didn’t recognize.

After formal introductions, there were the pleasantries that they were thankful I brought this to their attention. They did have me recount my entry into the file as I did the so-called requested research. I had put on a disc all that I had done. When asked how I would protect such files I confessed ignorance. “It would take a more detailed analysis of the program. That wasn’t what I was doing. I would have closed off my ability to do it again, but I thought you might want access to my computer, so I have not done it yet.”

Ms. Jordan says, “We are glad that you have not gone back there. Unfortunately, someone had and this meeting was delayed so we could deal with that problem first. Things would have been worse if Mr. Sparks had not brought it quickly to our attention. If and when you hear that a senior officer has been let go or that there has been a shake-up in staff; please keep what you know to yourself.”

Mr. Bradley spoke up, “Unfortunately, someone intentionally did go in to access the files for ulterior motives. He had wanted to collect more information before he made a transaction with a buyer. We believe we caught him before the damage was done. We have taken added security measures to safeguard our system. We will be keeping a close watch of the whole system.”

Our meeting went on for well over an hour. Finally, Mrs. Jordan asks, “Did you figure out why my code was as it was?”

I say, “Mr. Sparks indicated the S was probably for your maiden name of Scott. My best guess on the number 2 is probably not it, but like your husband, son, and your first initial all are B too it came from there.”

“May I add that the two investments that have been uniquely yours are very good choices. Can I ask, if you agree that forecasts indicate one may decline early next year?”

She says, “Very astute of you. Is that as part of your research here for Howard? Between us, I think the stock will decline in price before the end of the year. I probably will stop purchasing it once it gains another five points. I think it may be worth holding onto through mid-March as I expect the dividend will be very good. It is also a good stock for long-term stability as well as the dividends.”

“Ms. Stanton, what you have done for our company will be rewarded with funding your education. I would, however, like to suggest you come here to the University of South Carolina. I do understand a friend name Tricia may have a stronger pull on you to Francis Morris at Florence, South Carolina. You are more than free to choose as you wish. You will still receive our support for your education as part of our appreciation.”

Ms. Jordan continues“Sometime this summer my daughter Ph.D. Faye Jordan-Halstead visit will here. I hope you two will find time to meet together. She is a professor at Mc McAlester University, but the University of Minnesota is trying to woo her away from them.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Jordan, but I kind of just backed into the information and Mr. Sparks was the one who figured it out. I’m earning a good wage in working here as well as learning. And I appreciate a place to have support in being myself.”

During my noon lunchtime, I met with Tricia and we’re to meet again tonight. “Marti, you surprise me with how much you’ve grown.” I’m hoping that is good. “I like your name as Martina. How do you like going by the name Martina Stanton?” She is off work at 4:00 pm. and will come to my workplace as soon as she can.

Once she’s here, I introduce her to Stephanie Karma, my housemate, and the three of us go for an after-work drink. Some guys come over and offer to pay for our drinks. We decide to pass this time. Tricia surprised me with how much she was open to them being with us.

Tricia wanting to see my place volunteered to drive for our date tonight. On my way home I stop to get a roasted chicken, fresh spinach and the makings of a nice chef salad. I know that Tricia is planning for us to go to dinner. I’m hoping with a bottle of wine and some cheese this will be to her liking and kind of romantic.

I shower and change my clothes into a nice sundress, hoping it is okay for evening wear. Steph checks on me, complimenting how I look, but explaining, “You know most of us women like to relax in some slacks or jeans after a long week at work in nylons. Tricia might be uncomfortable if she feels you’re more fancily dressed than she is.”

“That isn’t my desire, I’m sure she’ll know that. If she dresses in a pants outfit then I could change.” I am feeling bad and I’m about to change when the doorbell rings. Steph answers the door as I head to my room.

Steph calls to me, “You’re okay. She is nicely dressed.”

Tricia says, “Thanks for letting me in Steph. I thought Marti would be ready early?”

Steph says, “He, um she was afraid she might be overdressed and went back to change. It was my fault. I kind of wish I could find someone like Marty. Do you think she’s really going to stay in her feminine mode? I’m not sure I would want my guy friend to do this more than part of the time.”

I am near an open doorway, hearing the last part of the conversation. I stepped into the doorway and they saw me as I wanted to turn around. With but a short pause Tricia says, “Oh Marti you look very cute.” She pauses and then asks, “Are you ready to get going?”

I know part of my smile fades as I begin to say, “I had made something here to eat so we could have a romantic dinner just the two of us. But it’s simple and if you want we could go out.” I’m ready with my purse.

Tricia says, “As long as it’s more than a salad, I’m starving.”

I say, “Let me put things away and we can get going.” I know Tricia is embarrassed, but it is evident what she wants. Tricia does follow me into my apartment and then back into the kitchen.

Tricia says, “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you have the ability to be a good little homemaker. A nice chef salad and the bread, cheese, and wine make a nice dinner. We should stay here.” All the changes and possibilities cause me to be nervous and I need to pee.

Tricia followed me until I went into the toilet and she figured that out. “O Marti this is very sensitive of you. You even have candles and probably violins ready to play in the background.”

I call out, “No, Taylor Swift. I thought that would be more pleasing. But please tell me where you’d like to go?”

She says, “There’s a concert over at the University’s Art Center. I was hoping we might go there. We’d be early enough we could visit and share each other’s week. I need to get tickets reserved if we’re eating here.”

Marti starts to put the salad away and Tricia is getting out the bread, cheese, and wine. “Marti please relax, I like the dinner you made. But I don’t want to waste time getting things out if you’re putting things away.”

She asks and then gives me a hug, “I wonder if your swings are caused by me or your change in treatment? This happens with women some of the time. I hope you know it is a package deal. I think you’re loving to be the girl you’ve to imagine.” Feeling her warm hug-loving her, Marti begins to smile and enjoy herself with Tricia.

I look at her phone on the table but it’s mine that is ringing. Tricia asks, “Who would you like to have the call from?”

I say, “No, I don’t need to answer it.”

“Is it someone back home?” I shake my head yes, it was Debra from the University there, but I’m not going to answer. Tricia says, “I’ll plate up this beautiful salad you made and pour the wine. While I want you to take the call and talk to her.”

I say, “How did you know it’s another woman?”

Tricia says, “You’re more comfortable talking to us. I’m guessing it’s Debra who you confided in.”

I call Debra back and the phone has rung five times. Just when I’m sure I’ve missed her, but she answers as I hear the sixth ring. Debra says, “I’m glad you called. I wasn’t going to answer for anyone else as I’m getting ready for a date. You’ll be glad to know I’ve dumped that lazy Fart of a boyfriend. It’s Steve tonight…”

She asks, “I thought your text said, you and Tricia are to be together tonight. Don’t tell me you’ve got flustered?”

I say, “How is it, you and Tricia know more about me than I do? Yes, between trying to please Tricia and when I think I didn’t, I did. She said, it might be I’m trying too hard or it’s the hormone change.”

Debra says, “And she probably said both. I guess that is what we both like about you, Marti. I bet she’ll love it when you get more comfortable with yourself.” We talk and Tricia has even sliced some of the bread and cheese. As I hang up, Debra says loudly over the phone, “Tricia, have a good night. You might need to jump her bones to get her to relax.” Click, silence, she’s gone.

Tricia sits down as I light the candles. It is still light outside, but thankfully we’re on the east side of the house. The candles do add a glow. Luckily Tricia has begun to tell of her week. I didn’t need to start the conversation. We take forty minutes to eat and visit and Tricia is wanting to head to the concert.

Michele Hart is no singer I heard of, but she’s an excellent singer. I can tell the women especially like her, the band and the way she relates to us, the audience. While the Art Center auditorium is crowded it is not the usual concert crowd.

I didn’t think we got the cheap tickets but Tricia says, those tickets are $5o a piece. Tricia says when the balcony is filled it means there are over 4,000 in attendance. Come the end of the concert Tricia is buzzed on her phone and we’re to meet two other couples for a drink before heading home.

I was anxious about meeting two traditional couples. Joe and Reilly come across as good southern boys, and I’m amused wondering how they see me. Joe comes straight out and asks. “Is it alright if I call you Martina? If I don’t, I’m afraid my mind is going to give me trouble in not seeing you as a regular guy.”

Connie says, “I’m just hoping you won’t tease her like all the other women, she might not understand.” She turns to me, “I’m impressed with how nice you look. Tricia told me, you probably would.”

Terri asks, “Would you mind joining us as we make our way to the little girls’ room. I’m not sure you are used to this tradition?” My only concern as I stood to go with them, was what the guys would think.

Joe gives Terri a hard time. “Maybe I should come dressed in a skirt, I’d like to be invited to go with you.”

Terri says, “I’d invite you but you would embarrass me by going in there and making a fool out of yourself. I like the class and sense of self that Marti’s handling herself with.”

I thank her and I’m glad we’re soon in the women’s room and Joe hadn’t come. I was planning to turn and go to the bar if he did.

Though the women of us enjoyed one or two drinks the guys each had three or more. I’m sure Reilly had three but possibly they each had four or Joe had five. I was glad to get away from there. Joe was getting louder and thought he was getting funnier.

When we leave, Joe says, “You have more balls than I do coming out as you did.” He lifts his beer like he’s toasting me. I just say good-bye.

I’m not quite sure of directions but it is soon obvious Tricia’s not taking me home at least not to my place. Once through the door, we walk passed others in a darkened room. Tricia doesn’t stop with me until we’re into her two room suite.

She gets out a nightie for me and gives me a hug and kiss. She unbuttons a few buttons of my sundress. Two were already unbuttoned by her on the way back from the bar. I gently give Trish a sweet kiss as I’m undoing the back of her mini-dress.

It humors me as Tricia compliments how she likes my stockings and she helps to roll them down. “Marti, you are warm and damp like a girl gets.” She leans into me giving me a passionate kiss. There is a lot of foreplay, in fact, we spend the rest of our awake time that way.

We broke long enough to shower, remove makeup and for me to find how skimpy the nightie is.

We do kiss and fall asleep in the arms of the other. I’m fairly sure she worked herself into a feeling of bliss, but she says it was my doing. With my gaff fastened in place, our activity is so directed. I find myself enjoying fitting into my new molding. Tricia asks, “Do you know how your breasts are becoming warm? I should say hot because they feel like I do in being with you.”

It is late morning before I fit myself into one of Tricia’s outfits and use Uber to get home to my apartment. Steph seems amused, “Now, what would your folks think of you coming home so late in the morning?”

I giggle at the thought and could somewhat imagine how my mother would reign in my sister. ‘I remember one night Mom was in Sis’s room telling her that girls don’t get the same allowances as boys.’

I can’t get pregnant, but it does cause me to wonder if there is another standard for Tgirls. I check the web for LGBT counselors. I call an 800 number. First, a guy answers and then I’m given to Paula. Paula is sensitive and spends most of the time listening.

She doesn’t give answers, but compliments and encourages me not to stop from seeing the larger picture of my life. She gives me the name of a larger church that is open to our worshiping there. ‘It is not that I’m terribly religious, but somehow faith and God seem more important how. I would have thought it would have been the opposite way for me.

I did go into work for three hours in the afternoon. I was surprised at how much research I could get done uninterrupted. I even checked the Asian markets and become more familiar with them. Mr. Sparks calls to find me at work and encourages me to wrap up and go home. He does suggest Sunday evening I can check for what is expected for Monday and any special investment news that might pop up. I already knew there were two government reports due the coming week.

I call Tricia as we’re on to meet for a simple dinner. Tonight we bunk at my apartment.

It was only the third time I saw Lee Jordan for more than a few minutes. He extends an invitation to Steph for a party he’s throwing next Friday. Realizing Tricia is significant to me, he encourages me to bring her.

To be continued…

Come Monday morning, I visit with Howard Sparks early, saying, “I don’t mind being called Martina but I want to be Marti or Martina Stanley.”

Howard asks me, “Please close the door behind you and sit down we need to talk. …You can go by what you will, it is your choice. But you need to know not only was it a decision from the front office but in counsel with your parents. They’re not sure they’re ready for you to be their daughter. I think they still believe you’ll go back to being their Marty.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing; whether to curse or cry. I had come prepared to argue and stay strong and not weep. I do what I know to do when confronted with this something hard to believe. I take my phone and I call home. “Mom, this is Marti. …Is it true that you want me to go by being Stanton for now?”

Mom says, “We agreed with them it might be best until you’re sure.”

“But Mom, I told you I was sure. How long will it take for you and Dad to believe that?” Mom’s partially crying it’s hard to understand her, but I did understand. “…Over a year. We can decide before you get your degree.” I had enough and hung up.

Howard is now standing over close to me. He says, “Sorry, I don’t have the years of knowing the other Marty. It’s easier for me.”

“Bull s***, they’re family.” I try to get control of my emotions and tears, finally standing up, I ask, “Can I have fifteen minutes to myself to clean up.” I’m walking out as I hear Howard saying, “I’ll see you at one; if you’ve been drinking I’ll see you tomorrow.”

‘I can’t imagine drinking in the morning, though I’ve done it once. I guess it was Mr. Sparks letting me know it was understandable some if I did.’ I go over to Café Gardens and make sure I get Melissa who’s my waitress of choice. I order a late breakfast, saying, “I needed some time to think things over.”

She says, “Is this a big change for you?” She puts in my order, brings my iced mint tea. She’s standing there, kind of waiting to see if I want to talk. ‘I don’t know if the “big change” is ‘my job’ or she knows more about me, like being ‘transgender’.’

I ask, “Have you known anyone who isn’t quite accepted for being who they are?”

She says, “On smaller things. Is it with your work or with family?”

I say, “Both but work and the university are better about it.”

Melissa says, “Your family has had longer thinking they knew you. You must have done a good job at keeping whatever as a secret.”

Melissa sees a light go on; she goes and brings back my meal. She says, “I shouldn’t but it’s slow enough I could take a break and sit with you a while.”

“I’m transgender, you might not want too?” Melissa goes away and comes back drinking a cup of coffee.

She says, “You’re my customer and I care about you. I thought you might be, but it was so hard to know for sure. I thought you must have been out a long time. Is it just now that your parents have had trouble accepting you being this Marti?”

Melissa, “I’ve never heard here or from across the street people having trouble with you. I know someone said you do a good job for a rookie.”

We’re talking, I’m eating a little but not like usual. We’ve been talking thirty minutes before someone says to Melissa, “We have to get ready for noontime.” I thank her and she encouraged me to fix my makeup and hair. I do that and head back over to work. I don’t have it, but I leave $5 as a tip.

I check notes and see a request for information on two clients. Yasianna says, “They’re not expecting you back until 1:00. Take what time you need. They’ll put more than enough pressure on you when needed.” She smiles, “If you want we could shop over the noon hour.”

It is amazing how slow time goes when I want it to speed up. I’m going to go with Yasianna come noon; till then I busy myself with research.

With Yasianna, I find new stores I hadn’t been to; they’re more in my price range. Yasi has two boys and a daughter, she likes being out with me. Her daughter is twelve with her birthday is coming up. I can’t believe she’s asking me for ideas.

“She must be hinting aloud about something she wants. Besides getting that you should take her out shopping to have time with you.”

Yasi says, “Selena says she doesn’t like going with me. She says I’m too distracted and behave like a mother.”

“Does she have to compete with two brothers?” Yasi admits to having schedules to juggle. “She wants your time, maybe it is time for Mr. Landers to have his sons for the day or weekend.”

“Joe will say when he can.” Yasi thinks, “I think Selena and I need to set a time and just tell them, we’re going.” We get two pairs of jeans, Selena will like. We both get something to eat and back to the office.

When I see Mr. Howard, he asks, “So what will it be?”

“I guess it is Martina Stanton for the summer maybe forever.” My voice is shaky but neither it nor I break down.

He says, “I have information on two clients on your desk. On the Andrews' account, I want you to figure a $25,000 dollar investment and monthly investments of $1,300. They like companies that make a product. They don’t do a lot of buying and selling.”

I say, “I saw that, but I’ll need to do more figuring with the information you just gave. Do you have some ways you’re leaning? A company you need more information on?”

Howard asks about Thor vs. NCI Construction systems. I ask about Ingersoll-Rand. We agree I’m to do research on all three. He wants my report before the stock market closes on Wednesday.

He says, “The Montgomerys are in a different realm, we’re talking about a portfolio of millions. I’ve marked an investment they think has run its course. They need a strategy on divesting the stock and getting into emerging industries. They’ll praise themselves on what goes right and blame us for what goes wrong. We’ll do our best, I will make the decisions. I’ll be meeting with them on Friday. They might act quickly or drag it out for a month. Our job is not only making good investments but to make sure our information doesn’t leak. They’re selling could influence the market.”=^_^=
I’m leaving at 5:40 p.m. and I’m to meet with Tricia, Steph and a Monica at a watering hole. Yasianna has a call to me as I’m leaving. “I love you and Selena loves you. We’re getting away Friday night and will be back Sunday morning. She couldn’t believe I was serious and committed to getting away. Thank you, thank you!”

I only respond, “It was your idea, once you thought it through. It’s you she wants to be proud of.”

“Selena says, she knows who you are and wants to meet you.”

I meet with my counselor come Tuesday. I am able to unload my grief; she even encourages me to yell out. She is happy that I haven’t stopped taking my medicine. She did suggest I talk to my other doctor if I needed something for anxiety or depression.

Tricia and I shop at a store Yasianna took me to. I get another swimsuit and a bikini that is only for tanning. Since spring my manhood has begun to shrink. Several vials of semen have been harvested. But I’m told by my GYN that may be coming to an end.

Tricia and I made love Friday night, fairly sure I was shooting blanks. Tricia says, “I’m already three days late, so if you did it, it’s already done.” Seeing my frightened look she says, “Do you see my water build up? I expect my period to start tonight or tomorrow?”

Tonight Tricia has my breast forms off and is suckling on the little I have. It excites me immensely. My gaff is back in place and she is arousing me as Martina. “Martina, I am enjoying you becoming more like me. I think I could really like this. But my dad wants someone who can give me a name and children.” We continue to talk and she doesn’t really know why my mood has changed.

I’m wondering if everyone is going to have a “but” where it comes to me.

We drive over to Florence and see Francis Marion University and the city again. I’ve already seen the museum at South Carolina University and we’re going to take time next Thursday to visit the campus and admissions people there. I’m looking forward to the coming weekend to go visit the Sparks at Hilton Head. It’ll be Father’s Day weekend, but they assure me I’m wanted and past due for a visit.

I like Florence and could see myself happy at the university here; Barb in Admissions asks, “Do you know someone is planning on funding your education? They did say, they were hoping you might choose the University of South Carolina. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to persuade you of our interest in having you as our FMU student.”

I ask, “Can the University help me in becoming a woman?” I can see Director Barb Adderley swallow and think before she answers.

She says, “I’m sure they can help you to consider everything you should. I’m not quite sure how to answer your question.”

I ask, “Is it covered by the insurance I can get through the university?”

“I’m not sure if it requires that it be a necessity.”

“It’s necessary if I’m going to be a woman.” I pause, knowing there is no good answer. “Don’t worry that is not your problem in me coming here.”

I did ask, “Do you know if South Carolina Investments has an office here?”

She says, “I think they have an office with some investment associates. I don’t know more than that.”

Tricia and I go out to an oriental restaurant for dinner. They have Thai, as well as Chinese and Korean dishes that they serve. The Tai sushi is the first time I eat raw fish other than clams. I kind of like it, but it is definitely not a favorite yet.

Two university type guys come over and offer to take us out. Mark says he’s a second-year grad-assistant at the university. While John says he’s graduated but taking some time in trying to make it in music and theatre.

Tricia turns to me and asks, “So is this the night?”

I ask, “Are we safe with you?” John goes by Jack, and he says, “If you want safe, you better go with Mark. But you’re the one I’m interested in.”

Tricia says, “If you get her, you better be ready for what you get into.”

Jack says, “I’m a musician, I was born kinky.”

Tricia and I retreat to the women’s room before giving an answer. Tricia says, “I think Jack is more talk. But he’s opened his mouth so I think he’s committed himself. Mark, I know being with the University better be decent. If you want to give it a try; I can take Mark or either one.”

I say, “I don’t need to be out long or stay with them if we don’t like how it goes. But we do need to get up early if we stay the night. Mr. Sparks will understand if I’m a little late.”

I feel a little awkward going with a guy, especially with Tricia being with me. It seems more important to her to see how I am with a guy. Tricia says, “We need to watch each other’s drinks. We order new if there is any doubt.”

Tricia did ask to see Marks university card before we leave. Jack says, “There’s ‘Beyond Therapy’ they have live music as well as drinking and nightlife. Why don’t we see if anything is happening there?”

Tricia says, “That’s a good choice.”

We get there and I can’t believe I’m next to Jack with his hand around my waist. I thought it would be repulsive, but he’s attractive and acting nice. That when we sit down, he’s close but not in my space. I like that. He asks me, “Would it be okay if I order you a peach daiquiri? It has a nice taste and is smooth drinking.”

I say, “I’ve had a daiquiri before; yes I’ll try a peach one.” Tricia starts with a Mai Tai. Mark chooses a locally brewed beer that’s on tap there. Jack has gone with a rum and coke. The music is lively and lucky for me, not country music. I know if I stay down here I need to get used to it. Thankfully not tonight…

The night goes well enough. We dance and share several embraces and kisses. During the band’s intermission, they come over to visit with Jack and Mark whom they know. Galen even says he’s seen Tricia before. He even knows she should be a junior this fall. He asks, “If I remember you met someone you liked over spring break. Do you hear anything from then?”

“Yes, we’re both interning this summer in Columbia. Martina and I get together some of the time.” Jack knows I’m Marti and is wondering if I’m Martina. Pretty soon he cools to me. It is 11:30 when we call it a night and head back to Columbia instead of getting a room.

We have little trouble staying awake as we talk about our time together and the evening with the guys. It becomes important to both of us that we were attracted to the guys while we were together.

Tricia says, “I thought we might each have the delight of having a man until something changed for Jack. Were you open to him have you?”

“It would have been a mutual thing of us having the other. It was strange, I wouldn’t think I’d want to be with a musician. They are like butterflies flitting about with no sense of direction.

I am driving but it is Tricia’s car, so I drive to my place. We shower together and use my cleanser and moisturizer. I like watching her take care of herself. We’re warm to each other and we’re satisfied with being close.

Come morning she uses the outfit she took to Florence. It’s yellow, reds and white frame her body well. We kiss and linger as it will be tomorrow when we’re ready to Hilton Head that we’re together. I know Tricia has more friends here, I worry one is a boy boyfriend.

I stopped at the Café Gardens for coffee and a Danish. Melissa is happy I am in a joyful mood. She hopes I’d say more, but I do not share as another woman might. She does confirm for me that my makeup and clothes are ready for a good day.

Howard tells me of his meeting with Mr. Andrews and Andrews’ decision to invest $20 thousand both in NCI Construction and Ingersoll-Rand. He says, “Some clients are like that if they are impressed with the information we give them. They’ve upped their monthly investment to two thousand five hundred. We’ll invest that quarterly into their stock portfolio.

He tells me, “I need the reports for the Montgomerys by the end of the day. I think they are anxious and will be in early, but that’s only a guess. If you get that work done, you might get a salon appointment to reward yourself…”

I know his assistant Danial Stephenson and another worker will be giving input as well…

To be continued…

I finished my work by 4:00 p.m. and soon turn it into Mr. Howard. I had snuck a peek at Stephenson’s report and knew we were at odds. I’m suggesting recommending buying new stock in Verizon because it is unusually low. I’m sure Stephenson had checked a statement of the senior Montgomery and he ends up presuming they would favor major investments in NCI Construction as well as Amazon.

Leaving Mr. Sparks' office I suggest, “If the Montgomerys are wanting impact or influence, I don’t think it will be with Amazon.”

Mr. Sparks tells me, “Halt how do you know of Danial’s report?”

I simply say, “Someone’s not good at being confidential; I think he posted it intending it for someone else. I just hope the Montgomerys won’t think it leaked from here before you meet with them.” I suspect Danial wants more credit than he thought he would get from Sparks or the corporation. A .05% bonus should have been attractive enough on a five million dollar investment. But then again, I’m not making $200,000 before benefits and bonuses.

I ask, “Can I leave it to you to find out what he’s doing? I’m sure it is a common practice in the investment world.”

Howard assured, “I will follow up on all of you, including how you found out.” I was in our main office when Danials asked for three copies of his report. To my way of thinking, it was at least one report too much if he had already kept his report and made duplicate discs for himself. That is what I would have done and understood as a common practice. I checked and knew someone in the city had begun buying more of Amazon. From what Mr. Sparks said, it could even be within the Montgomery clan. I was sure I personally did not want to get embroiled in that.

I kind of wish I hadn’t said anything, as my salon visit is no longer without distractions. It had been over two weeks since my previous salon visit with the Sparks women. Aubrey is happy to see me and we visit while she works on my hair. She asks, “Will you have twenty-four hours before you’re in the ocean?” She also wants to set tighter curls and we compromise there. I want curls that hold, but I don’t like the look of tight curls for me.

She helps maintain my highlights; saying time at the beach will also help my hair to naturally lighten. I relaxed under the dryer and even more as I come out from under it. Now I am like a young girl as my hair takes shape. I call Tricia hoping we could get together. Instead, I will have to go out with Steph or stay in tonight.

Lee up on the third floor is in a huff when he gets home, and part of it seems to be aimed at me. He yells, “You’re trouble.” He had opened his door from the third floor so we would clearly hear him. I pick up a sweater and go out and over to Tricia’s. My luck for the day continues its downward spiral as she’s out. I leave a note to be called.

Friday morning I call Tricia; she says she got back too late to call.

We both work through lunch and leave our workplaces between 1-2:00 p.m.

I ride back to Hilton Head with Tricia hoping part of my time to stay with her. Early in our ride, she says, “It would be nice, but I’m pretty sure my parents are against that. I would have liked that, but I hope you’ll stay with the Sparks the full weekend.”

I have both a gift and a gift card for Sandy. I’m to be helping Mrs. Sparks with some things when there.

We got back in time for Sandy’s graduation, but I had forgotten that it was tonight. I’m sure it is part of what I am to be helping with. Sandy comes running and leaping as I get out of Tricia’s car. Sandy’s hug and kiss are contagious. Other things become trivial. We take a good amount of time just talking in front of the house. Mr. Sparks coughs as he suggests I help carry my luggage into the house. My room is in the same area of the house as Sandy and Hannah.

Mrs. Sparks suggests, “Why don’t you change into something nice but casual, we’ll need to be going to the graduation ceremony soon.” I wanted to stay back and help afterward. But I’m told a good number of Sandy’s classmates and friends are interested in meeting me. I am not sure what they know or are thinking as we meet.

Mary Jo sits with the family as does Jonathan. Ellen Sparks whispers, “He’s the boy she went to the prom with. He graduated from another high school and has been accepted to Clemson University.” He shakes my hand and I wasn’t careful. He felt a need to give me a strong guy handshake which hurt.

Once the ceremony is over and the graduates have processed out, everyone is going to greet them. Sandy rushes over to me and we hug each other. She takes me by the hand causing me to run in three-inch heels. “Everyone this is my new girlfriend that I’ve been talking about!”

The guys who respond matter of factly say ‘hi.’ While several girls come taking hold of an arm or hugging me. “We’ve heard a lot about you. We hope you come out with her to our class bonfire tomorrow night. Sandy knows where, but if you come you can’t tell anyone including her old man.”

I ask them, “Are you even sure she’d want me to be there?” Amy says, “Are you silly? She loves you, who you are.”

Sandy is a year younger than when I graduated from high school. Our relationship was paradoxical to me. She’s technically three years younger, but as a woman, she, like her sister, is a big sister to me in many ways.

If this is true, how do I dare to approach it with her or her parents, especially with Mr. Sparks? Hannah walks over to me, “I can tell from your eyes and expression something startled you.”

I said, “It has to do with Sandy and me.”

Hannah says, “Well you heard her introduce you as her girlfriend. We’re both attracted to you and hope the feeling is mutual. But you can relax a little as our parents insist we graduate from college first. The person we marry needs to do the same.

“You shouldn’t be surprised as we were upfront with you from the first day we met. I am quite content with my girlfriend. But neither of us would mind having some of your frozen sperm. It could help, if we want to conceive a baby with someone we love.”

I have already had a half-dozen vials of sperm frozen. It was first suggested by the doctors at my old university. It was also suggested here in South Carolina by my GYN doctor as well as one in Endocrinology. Hannah says, “We’re sorry that Tricia’s parents aren’t warm about you being with her. But I don’t think that is going to change any time soon; meaning the next decade.”

Hannah sees I’m startled about how openly she talks to me. She says, “Us southern girls can talk quite frankly with other women we trust. Many people still don’t take women seriously. The same will soon be true with you. There are some problems with you being seen as a trans-woman.”

Hannah smiles and says, “My Mom and her generation accept it a matter of factly, how they’re treated. She makes Dad pay dearly financially and there are some things he doesn’t get away with especially at home.”

The first of the graduation celebrations happen around family. I meet the elder Mr. Henry and Mrs. Edith Sparks before we’re heading back to the house. I meet Ellen’s father, Marion Middleton. The Middleton’s and Marion Francis both are considered as part of South Carolina’s blue blood. But till now I did not know there was a connection with this family.

Marion goes out of his way to make sure I understand where his first name comes from as well as his last name. It is with a sense of pride he tells me about Arthur Middleton being a signer of the Declaration of Independence. He had lost much of his wealth when he was taken prisoner during the American Revolution. But it was made back and more following that war.

Howard’s a very smart businessman, but being married into Ellen’s lineage is also a very big help to him. Sandy heard what her grandfather was telling me. She says, “It wasn’t her bloodline that attracted my father to my mother. And…” Whatever she more was going to say, she left unsaid.

Sandy was too tired to go to sleep even come to midnight and after. I didn’t know when Jonathan, her prom date left. But it was after that when she warmed up even more to me. We were cuddled together watching TV when we fell asleep. Ma Sparks woke us both up a 5:30 and suggested we find our own rooms and beds or the shower.

I was up relatively early, after seven in the morning. It took a shower and getting dressed to get me fully awake. I was cradling a cup of coffee with Ellen Sparks and Grandma Edith. Grandma finally tells me, “Relax, you’re trying too hard to sound like a woman. You do better when you don’t press yourself. Both my granddaughters are so afraid I’ll be an old stick in the mud about today’s stuff.”

She asks, “You do know the youngest is bitten by the love bug where you’re concerned?”

“I didn’t really know that until last night, but I have at least two years of college and she has at least four ahead of her.”

I’m embarrassed when Grandma Edith says, “With you, kids that doesn’t mean much as many of you take to living together. Howard will threaten you if you try it. It’s his girls he’s worried about.”

She says, “I’m more afraid she’s going to be hurt more by her love for the environment and the sciences.”

I’m wondering why and finally ask. Ellen speaks up, “It’s because many around here either don’t believe in global warming or they’re afraid to say so out loud for fear of reprisals. Fortunately and unfortunate Sandy is not shy about saying what she thinks. That has and will cause her again to get hurt or be disliked. She doesn’t like being disliked. She feels hurt when it happens. You saw those who are close friends last night. Most of the school was like that with her in the past.”

“Most people still aren’t sure if it’s Jan that her older sister is in love with. It’s not that we hide it. Likewise, most don’t know her affection for you, because she’s sensitive to your love for Tricia. Truly the vast majority could care less; it’s the stink a small percentage can make.”

Edith says, “Most of them would be more upset if she let her looks go, or if she started going out with jerks.” She smiles at me, “You might be different but I don’t think you fit the label of a jerk.”

I say, “I’m surprised, I thought older women we set in their ways?”

Elder Sparks says, “By the time you’re my age, you no longer worry about what others think about you. I feel freer to try and make a difference. Older people don’t all think alike so where Marion’s and my family care more about freedom. Someone else might be thinking old ways shouldn’t change.”

“If Marion did some of the things other men do to their women. He wouldn’t have been safe to go to sleep.”

I find myself laughing and Marty’s laugh pushes itself in for a change. Ellen says, “Grandma wants you or Sandy to help polish her nails before the festivities of the reception.” I look to grandma pretty sure she doesn’t want me. But she’s moving her head in an affirmation that she’d be open to my help.

Marie, their cook, brings some baked goods to eat along with some fresh coffee as well as hot and iced tea. She brought me two eggs over medium and some grits. I’m not a fan of grits but she brought some maple syrup and chopped pecans. That goes a long way to making grits taste good.

Sandy walks into the kitchen and tells me. “I put out a sundress that I thought will be good for today. I do suggest you don’t put on the petticoat, so I did put it out. Megan is likely to be over early to give you a pedicure as well as a manicure.” I think I met Megan before probably last night.

I am helping to do Edith’s fingernails. She guides me, telling me the steps or caring for fingernails and hands. We talk and I’m taken with the interest she shows in me. She says she was seven when Pearl Harbor was bombed. But what she understood was how scared and angry the adults could get. For her, it meant that her father was gone and missed her eighth, ninth, and tenth birthdays. Her Dad was there for her eleventh birthday, but people said he was different. My father said, he was glad I was a girl and wouldn’t have to go to war.

I mentioned as a young boy I got in fights, but that I stopped fighting because I once hurt someone. “I don’t know why but people seemed to get angrier when I wouldn’t fight.”

Edith smiles, “I don’t think the world, especially in the United States, people don’t like when a boy shows tenderness. I think that is part of the problem that haunts transgender girls like you. Many people think a transgender woman is that way because you’ve been allowed to be sensitive like girls.”

It causes me to think if my dad thinks something like that.

I finished doing Edith’s nails, and with her guidance, I did a very good job. I think, Sandy’s mom thought I used color for a woman more my age.

In the first hour of Sandy’s graduation reception, I was directing people where to put cards and gifts and reminding them to sign the guest book. I lost track of who and how many people Sandy or her mother introduced me to. Several people also asked me what mister Sparks thought people should invest in. I liked the idea of being important but resisted commenting. Mr. Sparks was blunt about it and said to me, “I hope you aren’t telling people what I might think when it comes to their investments. It would be improper for you to advise them according to what you’ve heard me say.”

He said, “I’d much rather have them, be impressed with you as Sandy’s friend. I would rather have them think I have an intelligent young woman working for me as well her being attractive.” He says, “I know I am impressed with both how you carry yourself as a woman and your understanding of the investment business.”

He suggested I go and change and become one of Sandy’s many guests. He said, “I know Sandy is wanting to introduce you around. She wants you close around her.”

I am glad that I’m nicely dressed as many of the classmates and girlfriends of Sandy are extremely attractive. I feel like they’re measuring me. One girl Ginger says, “Sandy was talking about you after your spring break. She was bummed out you were away working in Columbia. It is nice to finally meet and see you, Martina.”

It becomes a challenge when several young men begin to take an interest in me. One is Sandy’s cousin Brett. He kissed me on the cheek as we meet. His warm embrace is more affectionate than the usual greeting. Sandy jokes, “Brett seemingly finds you as attractive as I do.”

I take Sandy’s hand and hold her with me. “Sandy, I wasn’t expecting your friends to know who I am or even care.”

Sandy says, “I’m sorry, and I know I probably shouldn’t have. I told them, I’m really sweet on you. Though I don’t want to come between you and Tricia. But then, I don’t want to lose you because you didn’t know how I feel about you.”

“I have to be upfront with you. I love you, but it’s not like I want to rush into things with you. I just want to be part of your life for now and you in mine. My folks insist that both Hannah and I both graduate from college before we get married.”

I’m shocked; it is not that I haven’t felt some of the same feelings or imagined what it might be like with her. But I only allowed myself just to see her as a best friend, a sister helping me to come out and discover myself. She has helped me in acquiring a wider taste for fashion, makeup, and more. She has helped me with other things like hearing music differently, shades and tones of color, and noticing small differences in fragrances.

I hadn’t realized it or put two and two together. I know Ginger, Kyla as well as befriended several of Sandy’s other friends. I shake my head as Sandy touches me and says, “I guess I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that.”

I am not sure what to say, “I know I have had similar thoughts, but shouldn’t I see you more like a sister or cousin. What will your parents say, if they come to know?”

Hannah is now with us and she says, “They know, at least Mom does. I think Dad will know soon if he doesn’t already. It was like a dream when we all met and you blossomed. Sandy, more than I, felt you become special as our relationships with you grew.”

Martina, I felt like I went through the next few hours in a dream cloud. I guess I was sociable, but I was thinking more about Sandy and Tricia.

I had changed earlier into a nice party dress when Mr. Sparks had advised it. Since then and Sandy’s revelation I have not only been in a dream-like state, but I’ve enjoyed at least three mint juleps and a wine cooler. I’m up at the house and Ellen Sparks comes up to me. “Young lady, I think you should go slip out of your dress and take a nap.” With that, we go up near my room where she undoes the hook and zipper at the back of my dress.

I am in my room and ready to slide under a sheet, when Ma Sparks knocks and comes in. She says, “Hannah told me two of the mint juleps and wine coolers were consumed after our Sandy made her fondness known to you. I hadn’t realized you didn’t know.”

She says, “Didn’t you realize you were being different with her from the rest of us. I could tell you too had affections for her as well. Was it that she had boyfriends and a date for her prom that you ignored the possibility?”

I am lying in the bed looking up to mother Sparks. She kisses me on the forehead saying, “You’re like a younger girl in some ways. Have a good nap and relax. If you’re worried about her Dad and your boss, he knows too.” With that, she stands and leaves the room.

It is more than an hour later when I’m awakened by another knock at the door. When Tricia identifies herself opens the door a little. I say, “Let me get up and put together again.” I am both excited and anxious to see her…

Story to be continued…

I'm exhausted emotionally and from my trip back. I must have napped, I am lying in the bed looking up to mother Sparks. She kisses me on the forehead saying, “You’re like a very young girl in some says. I hope you sometime get to enjoy being younger than you act. Have a good nap and relax. If you’re worried about her Dad being your boss, he already knows she has eyes for you.” With that, Ma Sparks stands and leaves the room.

It is an hour later when I’m awakened by a knock at the door. I'm sure its Sandy, but sounds a little like Tricia’s voice. Whoever opens the door a little. I say, “Let me get up and put myself together again please.” I am both excited and anxious to see if it’s her.

I was expecting it to be Sandy or maybe her mother. I’m surprised to hear it is Tricia and I’m wondering what is happening. I am up with a nice robe around me as Tricia enters. I want to give her a hug and kiss, but I wonder if I should. Tricia takes the guessing away by giving me a warm hug and a passionate kiss. “Marti, I am sorry about the coldness with which I dropped you off. It's true that my parents are not excited that I deeply care about you. And yes, I decided with them to slow down our relationship, but I am by no means wanting it over.”

“I am open that you may be to transferring to South Carolina University at Columbia or for you to come to Francis Marion University at Florence. How fast things have taken off for you Marti is a bit overwhelming for me? I saw you begin to look at men like you’re taking an interest in them.”

No sooner had Tricia stopped talking and I sat down hard on the bed. Part of me wished things were decidedly clear and simple. That either, Tricia and I are in love and everything is set or it’s over and we need to forget and go apart from one another. Is it Sandy or Tricia that I have more love for, and how did Tricia know I’ve begun seeing other guys in a new way as Marti?

Tricia asks, “So what are you thinking?”

I tell her, “You touched on a number of my feelings and thoughts. And one I hadn’t told anyone as far as I can remember. How did you do that?”

Tricia says, “I’m guessing it is either about Sandy or that you beginning to see guys in a different light. Marti, you’ve been on women’s hormones and a blocker. Your system is rewiring itself and you're experiencing things differently. That’s one of the reasons I think we and you, in particular, need to slow down and not rush any conclusions concerning your emerging self.”

I am dressed and rechecking my makeup. I change my look for the evening and we go out to the reception. When Tricia sees Sandy coming in our direction. She says, “I’ll go say hi to some others.

Sandy greets me, “I see that she found you. So you two are still friends.”

“Yes, things are okay between us. We’re slowing the relationship. I need to allow my life to get in sync with my changing body.”

Sandy asks, “Does that mean you’re going to put things kind of on hold? Are you puuting me on hold too?”

“It means, I’m going to take time with you to figure better where I am with you. I like that we’re special, but… but I’m needing to take time and not commit to how I’m going to see things weeks or months from now.” I give Sandy a hug and she’s making me hot.

Sandy says, “Do you realize we’re almost looking eye to eye?” I’m not sure what she’s getting at. She says, “You were taller than me.” We walk over to her mom, and she asks, “Momma, I think Marti is getting shorter.”

Ellen Sparks, “Yes, but Marti probably hadn’t realized it. We realize it because we don’t see her all the time.”

“Marti, the changes aren't dramatic, but have you noticed clothes you wore when you were here in the spring fitting differently?”

Marti, “I thought it was because I’m dieting and losing weight.”

“Yes, that too but you’re also changing in the hips and waist. Surely I hope as a girl you’re noticing things like that.” I smile and shake my head affirming what she’s saying. There are a number of changes I’ve been noticing. I thought for sure some of them were just wishful thinking on my part, I wanted to believe it’s so. I had not perceived that my frame had become shorter or significantly girl like.

Maybe it shouldn’t have made the difference I was feeling. But somehow the fact I was a little smaller, I felt more timid and defenseless. My perception of being a woman is taking on new dimensions. I smile to myself as I wondered about an outfit that I thought I was too big before. Even my own image of myself begins to change in my mind.

It was late and I found myself in the midst of Sandy, Tricia, Hannah, and other girls talking late into the morning. Dawn had broken and we gathered at the water’s edge and all of us were soon down to our panties and bras dipping into the ocean.

Mrs. Sparks and Maria had brought a mound of robes, beach towels, and small blankets for us as we came out of the water. I loved being one of the young women. Tricia whispered, “It’s nice to have you in the group Marti.”

We talked as we ate a light breakfast. Others went home or with Sandy to her room, Hannah invited Tricia to nap in her room and I was soon huddled under the covers in what’s become my room.

The white cotton dress I put on later was precious in its simplicity. My turquoise panties were but a faint pastel to those who looked hard. They became invisible after I put on a small half-slip going into the afternoon. Mr. Sparks sailed his small cruiser around and sailed us out into the Atlantic. I had scooted on my bikini bottoms under my dress and slipped on my top. Once the outer clothes were off, four of us were sunning ourselves on the front deck of the boat. It was one of the long summer days, nice for tanning.

Mr. Sparks had me sit down with a fishing pole in hand. I fished with him late into the afternoon, until I got a bite. He had insisted I set my line to drop deep in the water with a piece of squid for bait. I had received one bite but pulled on the line too quickly. We were trolling a little further when the line went again and I waited to feel a stronger tug on the line. It took me a good thirty minutes to bring up the fish with over a hundred foot of line. Mrs. Sparks was to identify it as a good Scamp. They were usually 18-24”. I was exhausted as Mr. Sparks and Hannah helped me get it onboard. Almost half my height, the Scamp was 30 inches long and twenty-five pounds. Mr. Sparks told me it would be a good trophy fish for a picture. Ellen Sparks said, “It will be good eating, Maria will be happy to cook it up for us tomorrow night.” Since I handled mostly the pole and the fish only for a picture; I was spared most of the fishy smell as well as the responsibility of cleaning it.

I couldn’t believe the picture of the fish; I sent it to my parents. There I was a college girl showing off her deep-sea catch. Dad soon texts back, “I expect you’ll do better eating fish there.” The truth was my dad had caught a bluefish when I was growing up. I ate only enough to get by and I felt sick most of that night. It had an oily taste and strong smell to it.

Luckily as Ellen Sparks said, "Marie knows how to properly cook it up and serve it. It will be part of the family’s July fourth buffet at our home." We went out to party that night. I was told by Sandy that she and Tricia decided we’re all dancing with others more not just one another. Troy was the only guy I knew to dance with from before. Tricia and I were dancing when it changed to a slow song and a guy name Carter and his friend Trevor split us up. Tricia seemed to know Trevor and didn’t mind. Carter began a conversation with me and my focus was quickly on him.

While I had known and danced with Troy. I enjoyed being with Carter the better part of the evening. I was with him and in his arms as the fireworks began and there I stayed until they were over. By that time the cool breeze off the ocean made me shiver, I found his arms nice and warm around me.

Before I rode back with Mr. Sparks to Columbia, I had already received a call from Mrs. Brianna Jordan. She wanted another casual luncheon to just visit.

Mr. Sparks says, “It is impressive that Mrs. Jordan wants to meet with you, but remember that is in addition to your regular work. Have you stayed up with keeping informed about the financial world?”

“Yes,” I giggled, “it wasn’t a holiday for the rest of the financial world. The Chinese are trying to unload three companies. One should be of interest to our investors. While the other two might look more attractive than I think they are. They aren’t what they use to be. They’ve been cannibalized.

He says, “We already have communication from Armstrong’s financial advisor. That usually means he has his own idea for something he is going to do or recommend.”

I say, “Isn’t he one of those who usually doesn’t take your advice?” Mr. Sparks seemed surprised that I knew that.

We are at the office and have taken our time to get acclimated with all that came across our desks. Someone had extended my cubicle. Giving me more space giving two machines that I previously shared with others.

I contact Ms, Jordan’s senior Administrator to make my luncheon time with her. Mr. Johns says, “She is thinking Wednesday evening. Will that be alright with you?” The truth is unless Mr. Sparks has a good reason, I make it work.

I am to be at her house by 6:25 on Wednesday evening. I wear a nice dress as suggested, “She does have a company helicopter you’ll be taking from there. You can tell Mr. Sparks you are not certain if you’ll be back Wednesday evening or sometime later.”

Back to the general meeting with Mr. Sparks, all the associates and us assistants. My news is important and I have the opportunity twice to speak. Apart from one appropriate little comment, I keep some things to myself.

Jackson, the Financial Advisor for the Armstrong account had, in fact, a recommendation to buy a portion of one company. But that company was one the Chinese would keep controlling interest. Mr. Sparks warned him based on my information and his that it was not a wise investment with present information.

Jackson alluded to other information that he had privy to, that he wouldn’t divulge. Howard Sparks was fairly sure that Jackson’s information was bogus or a pure bluff on some other guy’s part. The fact that he wouldn’t share his source could be true enough, except for the fear Howard saw when Jackson looked down instead of into his eyes.

One Associate commented that “The responsibility was now with Jackson the Financial Advisor.”

Mr. Sparks said, “Our contract is not with Mr. Jackson. And though the account rests with my Associate Mr. Franks. I am willing to visit with the Armstrong CEO if he wants.” Mr. Franks said he’d communicate with them and then asks for Sparks’ assistance in meeting with them if it proved wise to meet.

Mr. Sparks didn’t say anything, but he looked pleased. There were many reports that it took us up to after lunch time. I was asked, as we were leaving, to stay behind. Mr. Sparks spoke, “Martina, I knew you had more but was glad you waited. Though it’s past lunchtime, I want to hear what Brianna Jordan had to say to you.”

He was happy for me about my invitation. He said, “You might want to take an overnight bag. Do not try to anticipate and take a lot. If there will be something special, she will provide or give time on the trip to get what is needed. You are free to use your company card to get what you need… We will figure out if there is an amount that should be covered by you as being excessive.”

“Mr. Sparks, I feel like I’m going to be in over my head. I’m not the woman she expects me to be.”

He simply asked, “If you don’t think she realizes that you have grossly underrated her.

“You have plenty of work to do until 3:30, so you better get to it.” I shake my head as I walk away. I’m missing lunch and I’m supposed to work until 5:00 p.m. Giving Mr. Sparks credit for knowing what he’s saying: I go back to my work area and keep busy doing my work.

I researched Alloy Composite, Inc. as the company China is letting go of, in which our investors might rightfully be interested. The Company's knowledge and expertise should be more valuable than its physical assets. I check with Mr. Sparks and together we decide that the Armstrongs would do well to partner with someone for 60% of its rated value.

On my way out the door at 4:00 p.m. Mr. Sparks hands me an envelope marked ‘confidential’ and it’s marked to me. I put it in my purse for when I get back to my apartment. I stop at Macy’s get a simple pastel blue skirt and a white printed blouse with complimenting colors.

Once I’m home I open the envelope. It says: “Armstrong agrees to purchase a controlling interest in Alloy Composite with a silent partner. You can share this information only with Mrs. Jordan. Telling her that temporarily South Carolina Investments, Inc. is their silent partner.”

I’m elated over the news. I feel like I now need to put myself in a total female mode and be prepared to be with Brianna Jordan tomorrow night. I called for an emergency hair appointment. I am thrilled that Amber will be there at 7:00 a.m. to help me out, but I wonder about how big my tip should be.

I will have my light blue skirt and blouse to wear tomorrow evening, even the makeup, jewelry and toiletries packed away. Steph my housemate giggles at how well I’m doing. She pushes me to shower and get ready for bed. She told, not asked me, that she’d be doing my nails. I was surprised that after a light meal, she started with a pedicure. “Your toes and feet have been better-taken care of since you came.” While doing my nails I asked her about anything unusual about how I look.

She answered, “I didn’t see it until you came back, but you’re smaller more feminine than when you first came here. Who noticed that first?”

I responded and she said, “That makes sense Sandy and Hannah didn’t see you for a few weeks. Did they like the candy that they saw?”

She retorted, “Don’t tell me that you didn’t know they had eyes for you. You’re not only like a sister to them. Nor do they see you as a “Barbie Doll’ any longer. You are a young bird taking to flight, better a young woman beginning to blossom.”

“What about you,” I ask, “are you still my friend, hopefully, nothing more?” Steph waves her left hand in my face. “I’m now engaged you don’t need to worry about me.”

Our conversation turns to Steph and her engagement. There is a slight suggestion I might be asked to be a bridesmaid. She says, “Don’t get too excited it won’t be until next year.”

I like how my nails look. I stay up later to make sure they were completely dry. I would wear open-toe dress sandals to work and the one pair of open toe heels I have to Mrs. Jordan's.

Come morning I am anxious as I dress and go to the salon. I hadn’t slept the best with all that has happened. Howard Sparks seeing I was looking well but a little tired, took me to the Garden Café for breakfast as a dinner meeting. “Brianna Jordan as the chair of the Board will know what you know, but she’s likely to ask you to explain the deal. The Willis Holding Corporation is the one I am presently talking to about buying our shares of Alloy. They have invested with the Armstrong Corporation once before. Willis currently has a 3% interest in Alloy. They already know how it could be if properly run. I am sure Willis will buy more stock and strengthen their position if they buy in. We will get our fee plus two to five points in appreciation.”

Mr. Sparks thought it was cute at the Café Garden that Melissa a waitress I knew, is my unofficial waitress there. He knew her but had not usually remembered names or become friends with those who waited upon him. He later told me that may change for him. He had work to do, but he was to be golfing with someone early into the evening.

I was sure it was business, but he wasn’t saying anything and I knew not to ask. Constance, the woman with whom Stephanie was an intern, called me. Constance is SCI’s chief research manager. She had missed Mr. Sparks before he left and needed information concerning Alloy Composites, the Armstrong investment and potential buyers of SCI’s shares.

She pressured me for information and was upset that I, a subordinate, wasn’t freely sharing my information. It was only after Mr. Sparks called me back and gave me permission, did I share the basics of the deal. It did not include a potential buyer of our portion of the stock.

I changed at work to meet with Ms. Jordan and drove from there to her estate. Joining with Ms. Jordan and two in her contingent, we flew by helicopter to the airport connecting with a private shuttle to New Orleans. Mrs. Jordan was like a different woman when we arrive at New Orleans. We stayed at an expensive hotel styled like New Orleans’s older historic hotels but with modern conveniences and more space. I wish those serving her stayed with her in the suite she had reserved.

Tammi, one of her aides, came with me to show me my room. It was like she knew something I did not. She lightly laughed as I opened my overnight bag, revealing one lone outfit. She went to the closet and revealed several dresses and outfits and to the chest of drawers saying, “I hope these are properly sized, if not we’ll have time in the morning to help you find some to your pleasing.” Out to the main room of the suite, our dinner had arrived for the four of us. Mine was sirloin steak tips lightly garnished on a bed of wild rice. It was an extraordinary meal. We ate casually like four women friends reuniting together.

The others retired, but I stayed with Ms. Jordan as she asked about the business information I was privy to. She shared her thoughts which were very insightful, showing her wisdom and understanding. She tells me of her daughter meeting with her this weekend.

“Where will you be meeting her at,” I asked Brianna?

“Here this weekend; I thought she’d enjoy a younger woman along for our time together out on the city. And yes, I know Mr. Sparks expects his interns to get some work done wherever they are. You might find an hour or two each day to get some formal work done. However instead of learning from the Old Boys Network; you’re here learning to be a woman in the world of business women.

“My daughter has heard about you from me. Now she’s the one who asked that you be on our trip. It will usually be the three of us or the two of you when I take a breather. I just hope you won’t tire of hearing about her family especially her teenage daughters.”

“Martina, you have changed some since we last met. Your life is taking on a new image; I hope it is to your liking. I am told it has been with some difficulty that some let go of their male persona. Are you among them?”

“Truthfully Mrs. Jordan, I hadn’t really seen that until I was ready to come back from the July 4th, holiday. Being a little shorter, I have a sense that I’ve begun burning the bridge to my past. Having softer rounder shoulders causes me to ponder my femininity…”

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