This was the very first story I ever wrote back when I first decided to give writing a try. It's inconsistent, filled with errors and generally not that great. I only leave it up to remember how far I've come. Please read something else.

Emmanuel didn't like his life. He liked it but it could have been so much better.
If he'd been a girl, he could have been happier.
Nature had to have known this so why did he have that thing between his legs?
He'd brought it up a few times to people but he got the same ignorant responses
Innocently, he'd say something like
"Gee, I wonder why that boy is dressed like that. Maybe he wants to be a girl"
"He's a fag that's why. Fucking queer" one person would say
"I wish he would burn in hell" another would say and Emmanuel would keep quiet. They'd never get it.
He didn't ask to be transgender. That's who he is. That's who he had always been.
So he was stuck living his life on the internet with people that got it or in his own personal fantasies.
That had carried on for a while. He was still searching for people that got it or for his folks to change their mind then one day he realised that he couldn't live his life like this. He decided to do something about it.
He searched on google and found a few hospitals with endocrinologist and called.
"Hello. Nordin pharmaceutical" a voice on the phone began
"Uh I'd like to make an appointment"
"State your business"
"Can i speak with an endocrinologist please"
There was a slight pause then later tapping on a keyboard and then the voice spoke again
"Today at 5:50 or tomorrow at 2:30"
"I can be down there today
"OK. It's the room 613"
"Thank you"

The hospital was bigger than he expected and it had a lot more floors than 6. He got in, took the elevator and checked his phone
"Huh 5:34. So far so good"
He waited outside room 613 until 5:50 before walking in.
"Hello" the woman seating behind a desk said
"Hi" Emmanuel replied smiling
"How are you?"
"I'm fine thank you"
"What do you need, dear?"
She was a bit old. Say late 50s? You could tell she'd been doing this for a while now
"I would uh like to be a woman" He blurted out
That took the woman some time to process
"I.. I'm sorry it doesn't work like that" she said
"What do I have to do?"
"Well for starters I have to recommend you to a therapist. You'd have to talk to her for at least a month then at which time, she can tell me if I should go ahead with it"
"Ok" it seemed reasonable
"Is that okay?" She asked
"Yeah yeah"
She picked up her phone and called another office.
After ahead lengthy conversation, she turned to Emmanuel and said
"Go to room 206. You're in good hands"

It had been nearly 7 weeks since he walked into room 206 and he could have sworn that he'd had this conversation a thousand times
"Are you sure it isn't a phase?"
"I'm sure"
"Then if you say so now, I will write my letter or approval to your endocrinologist"
"Really?" Emmanuel asked lighting up
"Yes" she said smiling.
"Yes! Yes"
"Alright" she took out a piece of paper and began to write
"Have you thought about what your name is going to be?"
"I want to keep it as close as possible. I'm thinking Emma"
"That's a lovely name" she said.
He had come to like the 32 year old doctor that he had talked to 3 times a week for the last 7 weeks.
She knew everything he felt at this point. He had even cried a few times and she was extremely patient with him.
She handed him the letter as she said
"Goodluck Emma"
He got up and hugged, thanking her
"Call me if you need anything ever"
"I will"

Emmanuel was prescribed 2mg of Proginova and 100g of Spironolactone to be taken twice again and so the fairytale began

Emma had woken up earlier than usual that Saturday. He felt he had to clean, sew, wash. Do some of the things he had neglected during his time as a man. Technically, he still was one but he felt so much different. Somewhat girly.
He dusted over his tv, set straight his and his roommate's stuff and decided to take a bath. Just before, he got a call from a friend:
"Hey Emmanuel what you doing?" His friend asked
"Nothing actually. What's up?" Emma asked with his voice reeking of indifference
"Well we're on the pitch and we need a keeper. Do you... maybe want to keep for us?" His friend asked ready for a definite 'no'. Goalkeeping was not something Emmanuel had enjoyed doing so much in college but today Emmanuel was feeling happy and thus generous so he replied:
"Yeah I guess. Gimme 15 minutes"
"Okay nice" his friend replied as he hung up.
Emmanuel picked up some shorts and a sweater and put them on wearing a pair of tights underneath. Unlike the rest of the female clothing he owned, this was the one he could wear in public. He could either say it was too cold for just shorts or that they protected his legs when diving but in truth they were natively made for more feminine legs but still... he loved them.
He arrived at the field where the game started not long after his arrival. A few saves here and there (the performance everyone had come to expect), he was a genius in goalkeeping. Keeping 'clean sheets' most days. This was a routine football session up until he began packing his stuff. A voice sounded from behind that he wasn't familiar with:
"That was quite a performance out there" the voice said
Emmanuel turned to see a twenty-ish boy standing behind him.
"Thanks" he replied
"My name is Lucas. Captain of the State Royals" he said stretching forth his hand
"I know who you are" Emmanuel said taking it "Emmanuel. No extra titles"
"Huh you're not with any team?"
"Football is more of a hobby for me. Nothing professional"
"Interesting. Have you ever considered?"
"No"
"We're in the need of a goalkeeper right now and I'm sure our coach would love to meet you"
"Like I said, hobby" Emmanuel said picking up his bag
"Hey we've got practice tomorrow. 4 o'clock here. You could at least check it out. The club pays well"
"I..listen..." Emmanuel couldn't explain shit
"Just come tomorrow. You can decide then" Lucas said finally
"I'll see"
"Okay. Thanks for your time"
They both went their separate ways with Emmanuel thinking
"Could this football thing have had a worse timing?"
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful with the only exception being Emmanuel taking his second pill.
He slept happily that night. Certainly there had been no physical change but obviously there were plenty psychologically.
Sunday morning was spent on his bed reading tgcomics.com and his afternoon doing more cleaning. All this while his room had been filled up to capacity because of the presence of a Playstation 4. After his transgender life, his gaming life was his most immense. He would spend hours playing games online under the gamertag "cemma2035" but right now, some things were more important
3:53 pm. He started getting dressed with his usual clothes (including the tights). He got to the pitch and watched as the large squad played a practice match. At half time, Lucas ran up to him smiling:
"You made it"
"I did" Emmanuel replied smiling
"Y'all don't need me. Your keepers are holding up quite well"
"Maybe in practice. In a real tournament, our opponents don't take all these kid shots"
"What makes you think I handle those shots"
"I dunno. I guess I'm hoping for a miracle. And I believe you could be that miracle"
Emmanuel let out a little smile "but it isn't your decision, is it?"
"No, coach has to approve. You can play for the remaining forty five and prove to him."
"Okay"
"What?"
"Okay! I'll give it a try"
"Okay I'll go let coach know"
The game was set to continue and Emmanuel had been cleared to enter. With the referee's whistle, the forty five minutes that would define the rest of his life began. How would he fare?

As Emmanuel heard the whistle, a lot of thoughts went through his head. He was suddenly unsure whether being a girl was worth loosing all this. Here he was on the verge of starting a career that really pays. If he played his cards, he wouldn't need to work or go to school for that matter. His life could be set. But then again, thinking back to all those nights he spent wishing, praying to God to turn him into a woman... he also had all those wishes coming true.
"Maybe if I could..." Emmanuel's thoughts were cut short by someone shouting:
"Goalkeeper!!"
He shifted his attention to the ball flying fast right at him. He had not been watching the game. He leapt off his right foot, stretching his hand as his fingertips got a touch of the ball pushing it outside. He stood up and took that as a wake up call.
He put his body and soul into the rest of the game and came up with a performance that came easily to him. He could have bested both goalkeepers with half that performance.
The coach didn't even wait for his opinion after the game before offering him a contract.
"Listen kid, you got some skills I won't deny that. We got a slot open if you want it. One year, $200 a week and accommodation if you should request it. What do you say?"
"But I'm still a student" Emmanuel tried to protest.
"We have practice and match-ups almost always on Saturdays and Sundays. Other days, the sub keepers can cover"
"I dunno"
"Lucas was right. You're what we've been missing in this team. But we might just as well carry on without you. Your choice"
Emmanuel looked round the team catching Lucas' gaze. Lucas nodded as if to say "take it". Emmanuel had given in.
"Okay sure. I agree. But I can't be relied on to be here weekdays." He said with a much bolder voice
"I'm sure we can work around that" the coach finally replied. The whole team was smiling now as Emmanuel shook the coach to seal it all. Emmanuel was officially a part of this team.
But there were certain details that Emmanuel had failed to think through. One year is a long time. What happens when he starts to grow breasts, or when fat in his body starts getting deposited to his hips and other areas. He was making a big mistake and he knew it but you're not really transgender if you don't take chances and risks now, are you?
The days of the next three months went in a loop. School, one pill a day, stunning performance in football. So far so good. Plus his bank was looking good while it all happened.
Some of the real problems started when he woke up one morning to take a bath and he finally paid attention to what he'd been noticing the last few weeks. The lumps under his nipples were growing bigger and with that. The general area of his chest. In fact he could take a hand and squeeze now but just barely noticable. He had hoped that the hormones would give him a little more time but that didn't seem to be the case. His hips had grown a few cm but nothing too alarming. Nothing baggy clothes couldn't handle but even worse, he was slowing down. He wasn't quite as quick or as reflexive as he had been a few months ago. Normally this would be a welcome change but not now.. not with the championships coming up. The team's performance had granted them a qualifiers match and the next victory would guarantee them a place in the championships. A spot that has eluded them three years running. The team needed him now.
"Should I stop hormones for the time being?" He thought. NO!!! seemed to echo through the air. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't. He had to tell the team what he'd been up to. What would they do? Burn him at the stake? They couldn't, could they?
He wasn't scared anymore. He made a decision that he would tell them that he can't continue as their keeper. He was meant to be a woman. This goalkeeper thing was just a detour.
On Saturday he would tell them.
Surely this wouldn't end well.
Saturday came quicker than he had hoped. That day was the day he was going to tell somebody who he was. Not somebody. But a group of testosterone filled males.
"I'm not scared. I'm not scared. It's my body" he said as he steeled himself for the task ahead.
Before practice began, he got his chance.
"Hey guys. There's something I need to say" he began. Over the last few months, they had come to respect him. In truth, they couldn't have come this far without him.
"Yeah sure dude, what is it?" Someone said as everybody turned to face him
"I can't continue playing for this club" he said
"What?" Someone asked
"Coach?" Another called out
Coach arrived and asked what was going on
"I can't play for this club anymore" he repeated
Coach frowned "another club approached you? That it? Better offer? Better league standings?"
"No no no" Emmanuel said "it's nothing like that. I can't play football again"
"School? Parents? We can talk to either" coach replied almost immediately
"It's not that either, coach" Emmanuel said with his head down
"Then what is it? Spill it lad!" Coach said half shouting
"I'm on HRT and football is interfering with it... or vice versa" he said finally
"HRT? What the fuck is that?" Coach asked
Emmanuel looked at all the faces again and sighed
"Hormone Replacement Therapy. I'm taking pills to become a woman. I'm entering the deeper stages and I can't play in my current condition" he explained
Coach raised an eyebrow and loud murmurs filled the team
"Emmanuel a word in my office please. Lucas, start practice"
Emmanuel followed like a lost puppy hearing some of the comments as he turned his back. A few more minutes and he'd be out of here for good.
In coach's office, it was more like an interrogation than a conversation. Questions ranging from "what is this?" to "when did it start?" to "and you can't play anymore?" And at the end of the conversation, Coach had told him to play the qualifiers match then his contract would be over. He had agreed and then left the stadium. A lot of those boys had probably never heard those words before. To cut it short, him being in the team for one more week was not a cakewalk for anybody.
Things seemed all bad for Emmanuel and he began questioning everything that had gone on these last few months. His supply of money had been cut and his 'friends' in the team couldn't think lower of him but things were about to pick up. Something... or someone good was about to enter his life.

Lucas had called Emmanuel all day that next week. Of course Emmanuel had not picked up a single phone call. He didn't want to talk to any of them. If was clear what they all thought of him. He had simply taken his pills like he was supposed to and basically avoided everyone. Even people that were not on his team... or former team.
Come Friday, he took his gear and headed out to the appointed stadium not meeting at the field and using the team bus like he had done the last month. He just wanted to get this over with. Upon arrival, he was once again the center of attention. He heard murmurs until someone decided to shout:
"Oh she made it." followed by bursts of laughter.
"Shut up, Bobby!! My God!" The familiar voice of Lucas rang out.
"Thank you for coming" Lucas said in a lower voice as he got closer to Emmanuel
"No it's okay. I owe this team this much" Emmanuel said
"I tried calling you, you know?"
"Oh yeah about that... I'm sorry this week just wasn't the best for me"
"Oh I totally get it... oh looks like the other team has arrived. Are you ready for this?" Lucas asked
"As ready as I'll ever be" he replied
"Ok then" Lucas said smiling "come on, coach wants to talk to us" he said finally as they both went to rejoin the team.
Coach gave the expected motivational speech and urged the team to play better than they'd ever played. With that the team took to the pitch.
In one moment of strength, the team put one up against a clearly superior team and went on the defensive. That day Emmanuel made a season high of 11 saves in one game including a penalty shot in the 83rd minute. After that penalty save, a wave of joy and relief filled the team happiness overshadowed their ignorance of 'transgender' for a split second resulting in two teammates hugging Emmanuel.
The team was too happy with him to be awkward at that time. The match ended 1:0 securing the Royals a spot in the championship.
Emmanuel got a few nods which he returned after the game had ended. He walked to the dressing room to pick up his bag before anyone else got in. He wasn't in the mood for any more drama. As he walked out of the building, half the team was standing outside. One of them began:
"So Danny is hosting a party at his house to celebrate this win. The team thought you should come"
Emmanuel was stunned at first but then said:
"I'm not a part of this team anymore remember?"
"But you are. Every thing that has happened these past months, all these victories? The truth is we couldn't have done any of it without you so it is only right that you join in the celebration"
"Are you all serious?" Emmanuel asked on the verge of a smile
"Yes. Starts at 9:30. Lucas will text you the address. Please be there" the boy that Emmanuel had never talked to spoke with honesty in his voice
"Okay. I'll be there" Emmanuel gave in finally
"Great. And thanks for today. From the whole team"
Emmanuel just smiled and nodded and left.
Come 'dress up for the party time', Emmanuel didn't know what to wear. He finally realized that most of his jeans were now tight at the hips. In truth he was overjoyed. It had begun. Just in time.
He finally decided on some jeans, a white t-shirt under some blazers. He had contemplated a pair of sunglasses but decided against them in fear of looking like a douche bag.
Arriving fifteen minutes late, he realized that almost nobody had come. At least almost nobody from the team. There were three faces he recognized apart from Danny's(the host)
They welcomed him quite warmly which was followed by him picking out and tasting every light drink in the place.
The place was quite lavish. Apparently Danny's folks had done well for themselves.
Over the next couple hours, the team arrived one by one with the last arriving at 11:00.
The party really kicked off at midnight with the music and the booze. It felt as though everything was alive that night although that might just have been the booze.
Lucas caught up to him later that night and literally introduced him to almost every girl in the place. Emmanuel began to get clues that they were trying to get him laid. That perhaps if he had sex and enjoyed it, he would want to stay a guy but he feared that too so he rejected every girl. Over the next hour, 8 girls had flirted and basically opened their legs to the Royals star keeper.
Sadly, they had all been rejected. Lucas was getting tired realizing that there was no hooking Emmanuel up tonight. He went to be with his girlfriend.
Emmanuel went to the bar to get a few more shots down. As he was turning, he hit a guy and the guy's drink spilled all over Emmanuel's shirt.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry"
"No it's totally cool don't worry about it"
The good news is the blazer would survive but the shirt was totalled
"No your shirt is runined.. here let me." He brought out a handkerchief and handed it to Emmanuel who used it to clean a little of his shirt
"It's alright. I'll get a new one"
"Yeah but tonight you won't end up looking as gorgeous as you were before. I really am sorry" he said with a cheeky smile.
Emmanuel's brain froze as his heart ceased pumping
"Oh my God he's gay" Emmanuel thought. Half thinking of running away.
The guy picked up on Emmanuel's current state and then said:
"I'm so sorry I thought you were gay. I mean I've seen how you talked to all the girls in this place. I mean you couldn't be less interested so I just thought..." he said sounding utterly embarrassed
"No I can see how you could have thought but I'm not." Emmanuel said.
"Well I'm sorry to have bothered you. And sorry about the shirt"
"No worries" Emmanuel said with a final smile
As the guy turned to leave, Emmanuel's mind went on a quick roller coaster ride and he thought "why not?"
"Wait!" He called out followed by the guy's quick turn "It's rude to spill your drink on someone and not tell them your name" Emmanuel said smiling
"Andrew. And it's also rude not to ask after telling someone your name" Andrew said
"Emmanuel." He replied
"Nice to meet you Emmanuel" he said again as he turned to leave
"I could do with the company. It is a rather dull party for me at this point" Emmanuel called out again
Andrew let out a chuckle "walk with me?"
Emmanuel smiled as they walked outside.
Following that the two talked about everything, laughed about everything and in a moment of a gamble, Emmanuel told Andrew everything.
He told Andrew everything that had gone on these past few months. Andrew just nodded to all of it and even hugged Emmanuel sometimes when it looked like he was going to tear up. Andrew took it all really well asking questions where he didn't understand. Emmanuel tagged his calm as related to him being gay. Sometime in his life, he must have experienced rejection. They hugged more often than not and Andrew occasionally tried to calm Emmanuel down (who was feeling surprisingly emotional crying a river). He then asked if Emmanuel was going to change his name which Emmanuel replied:
"My second name maybe but I'm going to keep my first.. sort of.. I've decided to go as Emma"
"Fitting name for someone as beautiful as you" Andrew said with a smile
Emmanuel looked somewhat perplexed before speaking:
"How is it that I was so lucky to have met you?"
"How were WE? How were we so lucky? You're the one I've been searching for. I'm sure of it" Andrew said
"I feel the exact same way. To think all this started with you spilling wine on me"
"Right I totally forgot about that. Come on, we should go get you a new shirt"
"Huh?"
"Your shirt is obviously ruined. You need to change it"
Emmanuel smiled:
"You're not just trying to get me home now are you?"
"No. Although that wouldn't be a bad idea" they both laughed
"So how then?"
"Come on" he said. Emmanuel got in his car and he drove for about 15 minutes before stopping at a building. The sign said "ANDREW'S"
"No way!" Emmanuel exclaimed "this is yours?"
"Yep"
"But you're like 19. Oh my God I didn't ask" Emmanuel said with a 'sorry' kind of face
"It's okay. You're not even far off. I'm 20"
"Still you own this?" Emmanuel asked sounding surprised
"Actually my dad funded it but yeah.. I do"
"Oh really? Cool dad"
"Yeah he wanted me to be a doctor but I refused so he let me choose a profession"
"And you chose business"
"That's a fancy way to say I sell clothes" Andrew said
"you are too modest"
"Yeah I guess so."
"But still what are we doing here?"
"Well if you're going to be a girl, my girl..." he made a quick pause as he smiled "you'll need to dress like one"
"Hmm your girl? You're confident too, aren't you?" Emma said smiling coyly
"You're not gonna reject me are you?" Andrew said taking a step forward
"I wouldn't dream of it" Emmanuel said before pulling Andrew's shirt and kissing him. Both parties holding tightly to each other. When they finally broke away with extraordinarily wide grins, they then knew that they had been made for each other
As the first rays of the sun hit the horizon, Andrew said stretching his hand:
"Come on Babe, let's go inside"
And Emma took it.

Emma spent the better part of the next hour staring at all the clothes in the place. All sorts of tops, skirts, shoes, bags hung on all sorts of places. Hundreds of mannequins donned hundreds of dresses. The sight had left Emma speechless for quite some time. His trance was broke finally broken by Andrey's voice:
"You know sooner or later, you're gonna have to put on something"
"I know I know. I'm just still in awe. This place is so big"
"Yeah well admire later. Pick something. Like..." Andrey paused to look around. Picking a short black dress he said "this would suit you"
"Oh no I couldn't. I've never put on something so.. elegant"
"But then again you've never had such an amazing boyfriend" he said smiling
Emma's cheeks became beet red and in a slurred voice he said "I do love the sound of that"
As Emma walked closer, he suddenly looked concerned
"And this doesn't bother you. I mean you're gay and all and here I am wanting to be a girl"
Andrey walked up to him and took his hand:
"I couldn't care less what sex you were. It's you. Just you that matters. Whatever you want, I'm here to support you" he said with that kind of look in his eyes.
Emma looking directly in his eyes smiled:
"You know I've been eyeing that red dress om the wall"
Andrey letting go of Emma's right hand gestured to the dress and said:
"This way milady"
The next couple of minutes were spent with Emma pickimg heels, bags and bras to match.
When that lengthy process was finally over, Emma took the lot and walked into the dressing space.
Expertly Emma put on every single item and taking a brush, he brushed his now unkempt hair into place right behind his ears
"Hey Andrey, I need your help" Emma called out
"Yeah?"
Walking out of the dressing space, he said:
"Would you mind zipping me?" He said smiling
Andrey thought for a sec before saying:
"Seeing you could have made me straight right then"
Emma blushed openly then said
"Shut up" with a very toothy smile
Emma walked up to Andrey and turned his back. As Andrey started zipping up the long dress with a fitted bodice, he only then noticed Emma's body. It was surprisingly very shapely. "Results of the working hormones?" He thought to himself. Zipping the dress fully, he said:
"Why do you hide this figure under that jacket?"
With Andrey standing behind him zipping his dress up, Emma had never felt more in place. More like a girl.
"I don't have that good a figure so..." Emma said
"Now who's being modest?" Andrey said breathing down his neck. Emma in turn pressed his ass on Andrey's crotch perfectly resting on his boyfriend's taller frame.
Andrey kissed his neck a few times before Emma turned to face him. Emma wrapped his arms around Andrey's neck kissing him deeply. Andrey this time around moved his hand from Emma's waist to his ass cupping them softly. His right hand would after a few minutes move to brush Emma's hair out of their face and his left would move to press Emma's waist even close to his. The routine went on for the next few minutes before they were interrupted by a young woman tapping on the transparent door.
"If you ignore them, they'll go away" Andrey said continuing his kissing
"Sure" Emma said just as desperate to continue as he was
After 20 seconds of continued knocking, it was obvious she wasn't going anywhere.
"You should probably get that" Emma finally said
"Yeah probably" Andrey replied breaking away "be right back" he said as he walked to get the door.
Emma took a seat and watched Andrey talked to the woman inaudibly. She looked to be about twenty four if he was to guess. Emma nodded and nodded until he gestured for her to take a seat and walked to another part of the shop.
The woman took a seat right next to Emma and smiled. Emma smiled back. The woman then said:
"That's a lovely dress"
Emma just nodded not saying anything in fear of his voice giving him away. He kept his legs closed and kept his calm.
"He yours?" She said gesturing in Andrey's direction.
Emma again just blushed and nodded.
"Oh young love" she said with a dreamy look in her eye "hi I'm Katya" she said stretching forth her hand.
Realizing his nodding game had come to an end, he said in the girliest voice he could:
"Emma"
"Oh what a gorgeous name"
"Thank you"
"Oh honey you hit a gold mine."
"I'm sorry what?"
"You know? Young.. rich..." she said with a look like she expected Emma to know.
"Ugh..." Emma just said
Katya this time gestured in Andrey's direction. She crossed her legs as she continued "if you're married into the family, you're made for life. You know with his father being..." she was cut short by Andrey returning with four dresses
"Here they are. If you please sign here..."he said handing her a sheet of paper "thank you for doing business with us" he said handing her the dresses.
"Thank you" she said taking the dresses as she left.
Andrey then said:
"What were you two talking about?"
"You know, girl stuff" Emma said
"Sure" Andrey said pulling him up for a kiss "you wanna pick a few clothes before the workers get here?"
"Huh?" Emma asked. He had been thinking about all Katya had said.
"Wanna pick up any more clothes? The workers will be here soon"
"Yeah sure" Emma said kissing him one last time before going towards the clothes.
After going through the clothes, Emma finally decided on two other dresses and just as many shirts and jeans.
"I need to pay for these" he said holding the packed clothes in a bag
"No consider it an apology for the shirt"
"But..."
"Shhh I insist" he said smiling
"Fine. Thank you. Lemme just go change outta this dress"
"I think you look fine as you are"
"But we're going outside.."
"You'll be okay. Don't worry about it" he said calmly
"I've never been out in public dressed like this"
"Hey trust me. That woman pretty much had no clue anyway"
"True." Emma said thinking about it "sure why not?"
"Splendid. Let's go" he said taking Emma's arm in his supporting his now high heeled feet.
Andrey walked Emma to the passenger door opening the door for him
"I sure could get used to this" Emma confessed
As Andrey got in he asked:
"Do I take you home?"
"I don't want to go home... at least not to mine" Emma said smiling
Andrey smiled and started the car.
Emma put his hand on Andrey's lap and they stared in each other's eyes
"Never leave me" Emma said almost tearing up
"Never" Andrey replied

That day Andrey drove Emma to the house in which he would spent most of the next few months in. Emma hardly ever went home spending every waking moment beside Andrey, kissing, cuddling and making out. All this while, Emma had gotten quite the collection of clothes with him buying different attires everyday or Andrey getting him 'apology dresses' every other day.
He would go to school in his normal clothes or the slightly androgynous ones he could find and immediately he'd get home (Andrey's house), he'd immediately change into a skirt or a dress keenly awaiting his boyfriend's return from work.
They would kiss and make out but as soon as Andrey's hands start finding their way under his skirt, he'd flinch. This went on for while and everytime Andrey would stop immediately. later Emma would give him a blowjob or a handjob or something.
One day, as soon as Emma did this, Andrey said:
"If you hate the damned thing, why don't you just get rid of it?" Andrey said in a raised voice.
Emma replied almost immediately:
"Don't you think I thought of that?" He asked pulling back and in a much higher voice Emma shouted:
"You think this is easy for me?? To be like this?"
Emma got off the couch walking away.
Andrey only just then noticed the rough patch and started:
"Oh come on Emma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that"
Emma didn't answer him. Went in the room, picked up his school bag, a jacket and his phone calling a cab.
Walking towards the door, Andrey practically begged:
"You don't have to go, come on Emma"
But like a girl on a mission, Emma left the house without another word. Got in a taxi and went home.
He thought of what had just occurred and started thinking that maybe he had overreacted. He got home and got into the hostel. Since their argument had been on his mind he had forgotten to change into his normal clothes and being a student hostel, you had to show your ID card before getting into the hostel. And right now he looked more like Emma than Emmanuel which was the face and name on his ID wearing a short brown flowy dress and ugg boots with a very feminine jacket. After considering all his options, he decided to go in and show them his ID. When he did that, the woman sitting there look at him in a way that said "well?"
"That's me. This..." he said gesturing to his attire "is kind of a hobby"
The woman took a second look at the ID and then at Emma and suddenly looked like she had seen a ghost. Summoning all her energy, the woman nodded Emma through before going into mental shock.
As embarrassing as it had been, Emma couldn't help but smile as he got into the left. As it began closing, he was forced to hold it for someone screaming for him to do so.
A man entered the lift and immediately thanked him. Not a man actually. He was no more than 18.
Emma just nodded. They pressed their respective floors and then he started:
"That's a beautiful dress"
And in that girl voice that he had begun to master, he replied:
"Thanks"
"You're really beautiful too. What's your name?"
"Emma" Emma replied blushing
"Nice to meet you Emma, I'm Sasha" he said stretching forth his hand
Emma took it smiling "nice to meet you too"
Just then the lift opened at Emma's floor
"Can I talk to you again? Maybe if I get your number..." Sasha was saying.
"Listen Sasha, you're nice and all but I have a boyfriend" Emma replied. Having heard that sentence so many times knew how it felt and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. So he said:
"So here's my number" he said taking out a marker and writing his number on Sasha's wrist "we should hang out sometime."
As Emma started walking away, he said "bye Sasha"
As Emma got home, it was very stuffy. It had been deserted for the last week so..
He began cleaning everything finishing in about 45 minutes.
He began changing out of the dress while searching for something more comfortable to wear. He decided on a black shirt and a cropped pink blouse.
After the dress had fallen to the floor and he hand removed the A cup bra that was more for show than anything else, he finally got a chance to examine his body. It had been roughly 7 months since he started PROGINOVA and 3 months since he met Andrey. Those were singularly the two best things that had ever happened to him. Thinking about Andrey made him smile. Thinking about their fight took that smile away. Looking at his phone he had contemplated calling his boyfriend but decided against it.
In a full length mirror, he could see his whole body. His breasts were small. Maybe that of a 14 year old girl but that was to be expected because he wasn't on the most powerful of medications but he didn't want to rush anything. His hips and ass on the other hand were flourishing. From his waist down, he could easily pass as a genetic girl plus he had the legs to match which is why he always wore skirts. Like a girl with a feature to flaunt, he would show every boy that cared to look his legs. And that was a lot of boys. In the last three months, he and Andrey had been all over town. They had gone to the cinema, bowling alley, restaurant but the one he loved the most was when he and Andrey took long walks hand in hand. Mostly he would dress as a girl and they'd get looks. Looks of jealousy, admiration, lust but knowing what Andrey was and what his sexual orientation was, he'd sometimes dress as a boy and they'd get looks of disgust, fear and the like but they didn't care. They were in love and wanted everybody to know it.
His hair had also grown a bunch. It had been over a year since he'd gotten a haircut and was never going to get one again if not only to get it styled.
While Emma got dressed, he heard keys rattle at his door. A room consisted of 2 rooms. Basically room 73 consists of 73a and 73b.
The tenant of 73a must have returned. He considered quickly changing into jeans and a shirt but decided against it. He was done hiding.
He went out to meet a group of seven coming in.
"Oh I didn't know Emmanuel was in... or had company" the other tenant whose name was Elijah said
"Umm..." Emmanuel had started
"Holy shit that's Emmanuel" one of the group shouted followed by some concerned voices
When Elijah noticed this, he said:
"What the.. why are you?..."
"Dressed as a girl? It's kind of a new hobby" Emma replied casually
"Are you some kind of fag???" Someone shouted from the group
"Gay. The word is "gay" and no. Actually I'm transgender" Emma replied trying to keep his calm.
"Damn! This shit is real" someone else said
Emma was ready to leave now. As he turned to go into the room, he turned and said:
"Can you not make so much of a noise. I'm kinda busy" he said as he closed to the behind him.
Never before had he hated thin walls more. He heard them talk and not half of them were good.
He took the incentive and put on a headset. He didn't need to hear this. He fell asleep not long after that and for the first night in a long time, he didn't have Andrey's warm body to cuddle with and boy did he miss it.
That next day, Emma didn't spend time thinking. He called a cab early in the morning in hopes of catching Andrey before he left the house.
When he arrived at Andrey's place, he opened the door with his key to find Andrey in 'their' room sluggishly wearing his tie.
As Andrey turned to see Emma standing there, his dull expression changed as he rushed to meet him tripping on the bed. Quickly getting up he started:
"You came back"
"Of course I did honey. I can't stay away"
"I thought I'd lost you. I am so sorry about..."
"Babe it's okay" Emma said walking towards him
"My God I missed you so much" Andrey kept at it.
"I missed you too. And I'm sorry. I overreacted. It was stupid"
"Yesterday will never happen again" he said hugging Emma "I promise"
"No? Cause I don't know what I'd do without you"
"Never again"
They stayed in that hugging position for some time before Emma pulled back and said:
"Don't you have to be at work?"
"They can survive without me for a day. And school?" Andrey asked.
"Honestly, I don't want to be anywhere but here now"
"Then let's. There's nothing I want more in the world"
The two cuddled and kiss for a while while watching movies.
Around afternoon, Andrey said suddenly:
"Wanna go meet my family?"
"What?" Emma replied smiling
Andrey too smiled. "You know I just think it's time."
"To meet your family?" Emma still asked half confused
"Don't worry I'm not going to propose to you... yet"
They both laughed. Emma thought for a while then said:
"Sure why not" he said half laughing
"Yeah?" Andrey asked
"Yeah!" Emma replied in a louder, happier voice "I'll go get dressed"
Emma took the time to style his hair today and pick out the most formal gown he had. He decided on a full length dress with one strap And a backless bodice and three and half inch heels to match.
Andrey got ready half an hour after they had left the bed, the precise moment when Emma was just starting his make up. He kept it light not to give Mr. Matsevich (Andrey's surname) the wrong impression.
What Katya had said had lingered in his mind causing him to do some research.
The Matsevich family were like royalty in minsk. They have been in the country's parliament for generations. They were more than rich. But despite what the looks people gave him said, that wasn't the reason Emma had stayed with him. Andrey had been the first real connection that he had had. Ever. And they were in love. They were perfect.
When Andrey's voice rang out from the living room saying:
"Baby you ready?" Emma only just then realized that he had phased out. He put his phone in his purse and left the room.
"Be right there hun"
The drive to the family house had been surprisingly short and in a few minutes they were entering the gate to the Matsevich estate. Large amounts of land with only a few bulidings in it. The main house was large and splendid for lack of better words. Every material seemed imported.
As they got out of the car, a valet came to take it and someone else directed them into the house.
They were greeted by a man and a woman in their 50s who Emma presumed to be Andrey's parents.
Andrey hugged the woman and shook the man as formalities were exchanged. Suddenly all that attention moved to Emma.
"And who is this young lady Andrey? A friend I presume" the man said
"Oh come now..." the woman started but Andrey interrupted:
"It's okay mother. This is Emma, father. My girlfriend"
There were curious looks from everyone in the room which made up of maids, butlers and his parents.
"Emma, this is my mom and dad" Andrey finished.
Emma this time just smiled and said:
"It's so nice to finally meet you"
"It's nice to meet you too. You must forgive the shock. Andrey has not brought a girl home in a long time" Mrs. Matsevich said
"Please Mrs. Matsevich. I understand"
"Oh honey call me Olga"
"I can only try" Emma said smiling
Mr. Matsevich then said:
"Well let's get to eating. Who is starving?"
Dinner was dull if not anything else as everyone talked about their lives until Mr. Matsevich asked to have a word alone with Emma.
Emma nodded and followed him outside.
Once outside, he began:
"I suspect you know Andrey doesn't date women. He never has."
"Uh-huh. That much I know"
"So why do you attract him I see the way he looks at you. It's not just something he does with girls"
Emma blushed a little now
"It's kind of complicated"
"Then don't answer. I have a proposition. As you may know I have a prominent position in the state and as much as I will always support my son, it doesn't bode well for me to have a gay son"
"I don't understand" Emma just said
"You are our solution. Andrey is happy and the family name is once again a name of respect when he is seen with you"
"I'm sorry isn't that what we're already doing?" Emma asked still confused
"The majority already think that Andrey is gay" Mr. Matsevich continued
"But he is!" Emma replied getting upset
"You may not know this now but there is more to life than love and happiness. There is real danger. I just want to protect my son from those who would seek to hurt him. Anti-gay activist threats. We need to make them believe he is not gay if we want to keep him safe. And I trust that is what you want?" Mr. Matsevich asked
"Yes"
"Then you understand where I'm coming from"
"I do" Emma finally said
"Good"
"But there's something you need to know" Emma said
"Yes?"
"The reason Andrey is attracted to me is because... I'm not actually a girl"
That took Mr. Matsevich off guard. Regaining his composure he asked:
"Transvestite?"
"Transgender" Emma replied
"I wondered. But there is a way we can salvage the situation" Mr. Matsevich said surprisingly calm
"How?"
"If we can make the public think you're... genuine, there won't be a problem. But that means you must always be seen in public as a girl.."
"But I am in a university"
"Change. We can get that sorted."
"What else?"
"We have to get you famous. People need to know the GIRL that is dating my son"
"How?"
"I have contacts. Actress, model, we'll think of something"
"Oh God this is serious. And if I reject?"
"You can say goodbye to my son"
Emma considered telling him "then he can say goodbye to family name" but decided not to
Mr. Matsevich put his hand on Emma's shoulder and said:
"But think. If you accept you'll get to be with my son, you'll be famous, you'll be rich, and you'll have an ally in the Parliament if you ever need anything. Most girls would jump at this you know?"
"Did you forget? I'm not a girl." He replied with his head down
"Is that what you want? I could find the best surgeon in the country whenever you want" Mr. Matsevich offered
"No!" Emma almost shouted "I can't bear a situation where Andrey is no longer attracted to me"
"Yes yes yes." Mr. Matsevich replied nodding "so will you do this"
"But this is your son's life. Not a business deal. This is his happiness"
"Yes I realize that and that is why I am doing this. There is no time. What do you say?"
"Fine. I'll do it"
"Splendid. But Andrey cannot know. The fame has to come looking normal. Never tell him"
"I understand"
"Come on. Let's go finish lunch"
Walking back into the room, Emma looked at Andrey realizing that this was the first thing he was ever doing behind his back. Oh my God I can never be a boy in public again. The constant cameras. What if someone recognizes me? As everything began to sink in, he had just fallen in a hole.
From this day on, he would forever be a "she".

"Lovely woman you found, son" Mr. Matsevich said as he and Emma walked back into dinning room.
"Oh don't i know it" Andrey replied as sure as ever.
Mr. Matsevich took his seat as Andrey got up to hold out the chair for his beautiful girlfriend.
Emma looked lost, disoriented and Andrey could see that.
"Is something the matter hun?" He asked a little worried.
When she didn't answer, he called her name touching her forearm "are you okay?"
Emma this time responded "yeah no I'm fine. I'm just feeling a bit woozy" she said getting up "bathroom?"
"Alfred will show you the way" Olga replied reasonably concerned
"Thank you" Emma said as she picked up her purse.
Emma led her through some corridors, past some amazing decor. A lot of the stuff seemed like actual antiques. Red and gold lined most the walls with lush carpets and tiles.
Emma was preoccupied thinking about how much money must have gone into this corridor alone not to talk about the whole house that she had almost forgotten about her predicament.
Reaching the bathroom, Emma turned to Alfred and asked:
"Are you married, Alfred?"
"Yes, miss" He replied
"You don't have to call me miss, you know? Emma is fine" she replied
"Of course, miss Emma"
"Okay" Emma said with a half smile "do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"No not at all"
"What's her name?"
"Josephine, miss"
"That's a lovely name"
"Thank you"
"How long have you been married?"
"23 years"
"Wow, you must love her very much" Emma said with almost a dreamy look
"I do, Miss Emma."
"Would you lie to her? If you thought it was better that way. If it was the right thing to do"
"It's never easy, is it? The lying. It's a terrible feeling but it's necessary. All that matters is what's true between you"
"Everything else is" Emma rushed
"Then I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about. I don't know what this is about but what I know is how the young master feels about you. I have watched him since he was just an infant abound I truly have never seen him this happy" Alfred finished.
Emma was blushing now
"You know business is really good right now"
"No Miss Emma, that's all you" He said pointing at her
"Thank you Alfred" Emma said walking into the lavatory
"My pleasure"

Emma stared at the mirror for the first time in months actually admiring herself. Truth be told she was prettier than most girls out there and there was no trace of the guy that her passport still said she had been 11 months ago.
Standing there in that dress, she thought "I could be a model, you know?"
How did she get so lucky? This dress must have its price tag in the thousands and there were so many more like it in her closet.
It was a beautiful thing. The way it hugged her waist ever so slightly and let go as it reached her butt for the flow down to the ground.
And the heels. Well it was obvious she didn't deserve those. Looking in the mirror, she could only smile.
She applied some lipstick and went out to meet Alfred. She'd been away from the table for too long.

She got back to the table as soon Andrew (sorry for the name change. It needed to be done sooner or later) was shaking his father. Olga walked up to Emma and hugged her
"Thank you for a wonderful dinner" Emma said
"Oh it was our pleasure" she replied "please stop by more often. You're practically family"
"I will" Emma said smiling.
She then walked over to Mr. Matsevich who also hugged her but whispered in her ear
"I'll have my assistant contact you. I'll be in touch"
Pulling away from her, he then said out loud "it was lovely meet you"
"Likewise" she replied.
They both got into the car as he turned out of the compound.
"So what did my dad want to talk about?"
Andrew asked while driving on the freeway.
"What?" Emma replied as if day dreaming
"You two spent quite sometime talking outside. What were you talking about?"
"Umm mostly you really. He just wanted to know how things are"
"Of course. You know he still wants me living at home? Says it's safer. His heart may be in a good place but he can be clueless sometimes" Andrew said turning to look at her at intervals
"Don't say that. He just cares for you is all"
"Yeah" He then said slightly frustrated
"Let's move in together" Emma said out of nowhere
"What?" Andrew replied smiling
"Let's do it. I'm ready. I spend most days over at your place anyways"
"Are you sure?" Andrew replied grinning now
"Yeah, why not?"
"You're not kidding? Because this is awesome"
"I'm not kidding. I love you and it's long overdue"
"I love you too, Emma" he then said staring in her eyes
"Eyes on the road. You're going to get us killed" she said pointing at the windscreen
"Yeah of course" He said finally holding his.

Emma woke up smiling. Relishing in the thought that she could fall back asleep if she wanted. It had been 3 days since she had met Andrew's parents which was followed by 2 more days of soul crushing university work but saturday was here.
She didn't have anything to do except wait for calls regarding her request to change every document she had to reflect her gender and change the pictures on her drivers' license.
Everything was perfect except that her parents still didn't know that their son was now their daughter. Every time they called her, she'd go to the roof and put on the manliest voice she could muster.
She hated lying to them or Andrew or anyone else but it was necessary.
Neither of them would understand the respective truths. Andrew's life was in danger in a country like Belarus and she knew him. He was too proud to hide so she would do that for him.
She'd had enough sleep. She rolled out of bed and went to open to the window. She then looked in the mirror. She wore plain shorts and a huge shirt. Her disheveled hair which she usually had in a ponytail (like now) was longer than it had ever been.
Her body was maturing everyday. She had decent B cup breasts also. Not the largest but definitely belonging to an average girl her age.
Her legs remained she favorite feature. Long and smooth. Which gave her an idea. Tights. It was still cold enough for those.
Winter had been over for almost a month now so it was time to start planning out her spring fashion.
She walked over to her wardrobe and picked out a pair of fishnet tights, shorts and a tank tops which would be beneath a cardigan. Following which she walked into the bathroom.

"Hey honey" Emma said hugging her boyfriend from behind as he fried some eggs.
"Hey! You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you"
"Good call. I would have beaten your face off otherwise"
"Well maybe I should have woken you"
Emma laughed as she walked over to the coffee machine
"You made coffee" she said grabbing a cup
"And tea" Andrew replied gesturing across the kitchen "I didn't know which you'd want so I made both"
She picked up the coffee flask and began to leave the kitchen "did I mention how much I love you?"
"Yeah save me some though. It smells amazing"
"I can only try" she then said from the hallway

Andrew came into the living room a few minutes later to find Emma with her legs folded on the couch watching TV.
"What's with the outfit? Are you cold?" Andrew asked dropping the tray and placing a hand on her forehead
"You're burning up. I should call the doctor"
"It's fine. I'm only a bit cold. It'll wear off"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah" she said finally then tapping her hand on the couch "come sit"
When he sat, she told him
"It's was thinking about going to get the rest of my stuff from the hostel"
"Yeah? That's good"
"Yeah I figured I should do it sooner than later right?"
"Yeah yeah. I can take you"
"No no you don't have to. You haven't been in the shop all week. You should go"
"They can survive without me for another day"
"Hey it's just a few boxes okay. I'm sure I can handle it on my own" she then said leaning in to kiss him
They kissed for a few seconds..
"Well okay" He then said
They continued...
"Now go get dressed. I'll drop you"
"5 minutes" He replied finally pulling her on top of him as she laughed.

She parked her car near the hostel and walked the rest of the way. She got looks and 'hi's that she had become used to at this point.
Even as she showed her ID, she still got the same mortified stare she always got and it was still hilarious.
She needed to get that ID changed.
She had just finished packing all of her things into little boxes when the person in 73a came out.
"Are you moving out?" He asked
"Yeah" she said without looking up
"Listen uh I just wanted to apologise for last time. It was stupid and childish"
This caught her by surprise. She looked up and replied
"Forgotten. Don't worry about it."
"Need any help?"
"As a matter of fact, yes"
He picked up two boxes and walked out while she followed behind him with one. As they were waiting for the elevator, he asked her
"Are you okay? You look a little pale"
She noticed that she was a little dizzy but replied
"I'm fine"
After waiting a few seconds longer, she heard him shout "Emma!"
She was staring at the ceiling with the contents of the box laying beside her
"Somebody help!"

She woke up in the hospital with Andrew sleeping on the chair beside her
"Hey sleepy head" she called out to him
He woke up and rushed to her
"You're awake" He said putting a hand on her cheek
"What happened?" She asked
"I'll get the nurse" Andrew replied.
He left and came back a few seconds later with a woman in a white coat.
"How are you feeling Miss?" She asked
"Weird?"
"That's to be expected"
"What happened? Why did she faint?"
"It's not the drug, is it?" Emma asked worried
"No no. Your hormone levels are excellent. The drugs are working excellently. You just have low blood sugar. That's why you fainted. There's nothing to be alarmed about" she explained
"So I can leave?" Emma asked
"Yes of course. However we will prescribe a sugar supplement to be taken with the estrogen pills. You're in excellent shape but you should consider running. It can be an excellent body builder"
"Okay" Emma said as he began to get up
"We'll have your things brought to you" the nurse said as she left.
"What about my things from the hostel?"
"They're in the car. Your friend brought them a few hours ago. He even brought you here. Good guy"
"Yeah. Let's get out of here. I could eat a horse!"
"Okay. We should eat out"
"Sounds good" Emma said wincing. She still felt a bit weak but she would be fine

0:47pm Monday Morning
"Hi my name is Cindy. I've been expecting you. This way please"
Emma followed Cindy through a series of hallways. It was surprisingly busy for a modelling agency.
There were large pictures on the walls of stunning women on the covers of magazines all over the world- Elle, Vogue, People Stylewatch, Marie Claire
"Have you started having goosebumps yet?"
"This is amazing!"
"Yes it is. All those cover pages have been graced by girls who were bred in this fine institution. And now you've been given that chance. Careful not to blow it. How prominent is your Adam's apple?"
Emma was mortified, how had she known?
"Oh relax I've been told everything. Good job hiding it so far by the way. Some of the girls you'll be working with have keener eyes for this thing than people on the street so you might have to consider getting it removed totally"
Cindy was beautiful. Classy. Dark skinned and very thin. This led Emma to believe that she may have been a model in the past. She wore a neat layered bob and talked really fast. She also looked very professional in that business suit.
As they got to a room, Cindy informed her
"We'll need to get your measurements. See what we're dealing with"
Emma still looking a bit lost, walked in

9:00 am Monday Morning.
Emma had woken up earlier than Andrew. He was lying behind her with one hand wrapping her waist and the other on her boob. That was new.
She just smiled and lay there for a while.
She checked her phone and saw a message reminding her of an appointment she had in an hour and a half.
After laying there for 10 more minutes, she realised she had to get up or else she'd be late. She got up and kissed his cheek before taking off all her clothes and walking into the bathroom.

She fixed herself a cup of tea while walking around in her underwear.
As she entered the bedroom, Andrew was in the process of opening the curtains.
He turned to her and smiled
"I just may have to throw away all your clothes"
She laughed and said "morning"
He gestured to an outfit she had hanging outside the wardrobe.
"You headed to the university?"
The outfit consisted on a pair of blue jeans, a cream blouse, heels and a flower patterned scarf.
"Yeah"
"Why are you wearing heels, you never wear heels to class"
"Just thought I needed a change she said as she began to dress up "Hey are you going anywhere today?"
"Nope" He replied sitting down on the bed
"So I can take the car?"
"Knock yourself out."

"Bye honey" she said kissing him as she walked to the car
"See you soon"

1:26 pm Sunday afternoon
Emma had been lying on the couch watching TV while Andrew was outside washing the car when her phone rang
"Hello?"
"Emma Irene Peterson"
"Actually my surname-"
"Is now Peterson" the person replied
"I'm Maddy. Mr. Matsevich's assistant"
"Oh"
"Yes that's your new name. We'll have all your IDS delivered to you during the week"
"Surely. You can go back to using your passport anytime you want but for now you are Emma Irene Peterson. Is that clear?"
"Y..yes"
"As for the university, you've been enrolled at Minsk State University of Design (not real). How does fashion designing sound? You can go to classes or not, doesn't matter"
"Wow"
"I've set up an appointment with DNA Model Management tomorrow at 10:30. I expect you'll arrive on time. They'll take it from there. Don't disappoint."
And just like that the call was over. Emma was stunned

11:00 am Monday Morning
"Good day Miss Peterson. I'm Josephine Adler." A woman said walking up to Emma to shake her
"Hi. Please call me Emma" Emma said shaking her
Hearing the name, it still felt like they were referring to another person.
"I am here to take your measurements. Follow me please" she said finally

After a few minutes of tape movements, Josephine seemed happy
"You will do nicely. 5'10, bust 31", waist 25", hips 30". I suppose you've worn a corset before?"
"Only for 3 hours for the last 6 months or so"
"Good good. Let's get you back to Cindy. We'll give you some clothes to take home with. Get used to the kind of outfits you'll be modelling but other than that I'm guessing all that's left to do is legal"

Emma left the building around 2 rolling a box of clothes and shoes. It had been a tedious day legal work but it was over. She was officially a model and that came with a whole different lifestyle. New effective body creams, expensive perfumes, lipstick 24/7 and learning to walk in 6 inch heels and halloween outfits as a job.
She just had to keep in mind that she was doing it for the man she loves.
But he didn't know that. He was at home waiting for his girlfriend to come back and she was on her way home to lie to his face about how boring university was.
University!
She had to tell him that she's changing universities and she would start going to classes in her everyday clothes.
At least now she can avoid those stares and the binding of her boobs and the large shirts she had to wear everyday.
She picked out her phone and dialed Mr. Matsevich's assistant
"Hello Miss Peterson. I hear today was a success"
"Yeah. I need you to help me with something"
"What is it?"
"Mr. Matsevich said he could have the best srs surgeon in the world to perform that operation"
"Yeah?"
"I'm ready"
"Splendid. When will you want it"
"Give me some time to talk to Andrew first. I'll get back to you"
"Okay Miss Peterson".

drew sat at the table looking over some files when Emma walked over to him wearing one of the baby doll nighties she had gotten from the agency
"Hey honey" she said
"Woah! Where the fire?" He said looking up at her
"You like?"
"Yes I like!" He said smiling
She sat next to him and put her head on his shoulder
"What are you working on?" She asked
"Nothing important" He said putting the files aside. He turned to kiss her after a while sliding his hand under the nightie.
After kissing for a while, Emma interrupted
"Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm taking it off"
"You should"
"No I'm taking 'it' off"
This got him by surprise
"You're having the surgery?"
"Yeah. I just feel like it's time you know?"
"Yeah yeah I guess" He said although still very confused
"I know it's a lot to take in and a lot to get used to but I think it's the right thing to do"
Andrew just nodded
"I'm having this removed also" she said gesturing at her Adam's apple.
He still only nodded
"And I'm thinking of breasts augmentation. The modelling agency where I applied to work would prefer it"
"You applied to work at a modelling agency?"
"Yes someone hinted that I could be a model and at first it was just for fun then they gave me the job and I know it's much but-"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think I would get the job and I didn't want to bring it up before I even got the chance. It seemed stupid but I got it today"
Andrew let out a long sigh
"Anything else?"
"Yes actually. I'm changing universities. Fashion design. I just thought I'd do something I actually liked."
"When did you do all this?" He asked confused
"It's been a busy week?" She replied almost hoping that all would be well after that
"Ah I need some air. I'm sorry" He then got up and picked up his jacket walking outside.

When Andrew had been outside for a while, Emma came out someaidorryide wearing only a jacket and slippers.
"What are you doing? You'll catch are cold!" Andrew yelled
"I love you Andy. I have since I met you and I always will. Please don't push me away"
"I know I just-"
"You know this doesn't change anything. I'm still the same person you met outside that party. Please" she said taking his hand. She put his hand on her chest
"Can you feel my heart? I'm terrified. Terrified of loosing you. Please"
"Emma! You won't loose me. But things will be different. But maybe different isn't such a bad thing. You're the only girl I've ever been attracted to. Ever"
"I know"
"Yes. So you know I'll never leave you. I'm terrified of loosing you but that doesn't mean I'll stand in the way of you being happy"
"I am happy!"
"And so am I. And that's all because of you. I was saving this for your birthday but I guess now is as good as time as any"
"What are you talking about?"
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a ring
Emma immediately gasped and stepped backwards
"Emma Peterson, will you marry me?"
Emma had and confused look on her face
"I saw the letter of approval for your name change. I get it"
Emma smiled as tears started rushing from her
"Yes!" Jumping to hug him
"Yes" she shouted again while kissing him
"I will marry you"

"Just a few more and we'll call it a day, Emma. Looking good" Cindy said winking at Emma as she walked behind the cameraman
Emma proceeded to place her hands on her waist as she arched her shoulders forward. She put up her most sensual look as part of her hair fell in front of her face.
After a few more of those poses, it seemed she was done for the day
"Good job today" Cindy said walking up to her
"Thanks" Emma replied
Cindy handed her a robe to cover her bikini clad body. She still had that thing between her legs so she still had to tuck but not for long
"Andrew is waiting in the hall. He has been for a while. When's the wedding?"
"July 9th" Emma replied wearing the robe
"Any particular reason?"
"No it's just convenient"
Cindy nodded
"Well you better go. See you next week?"
"Sure. Bye" Emma said waving at the girl that had become one of her closest friends and would definitely one of her bridesmaids if you agreed
"Oh and Emma!" Cindy said calling "Happy Birthday!"
She just smiled.

Wearing a short dress and only carrying her shoes, Emma walked to Andrew who seemed to be playing a game on his phone in the lounge
"Hey Babe, been here long?" She called out
"Yeah. Since it's your birthday I thought I'd come and surprise you but apparently I'm not allowed in there"
"Yeah there's kind of a lot of naked girls in there" Emma replied
"Oh right. We're still going out right?" Andrew asked
"Umm I'll have to cancel. I know I'm sorry. I have to go talk to my probable maid of honor"
"Oh who is she?"
"Weirdly you don't know her. She's from my life before I met you"
"Huh mysterious. I should probably stop postponing. I'll go break the news to my parents"
"Ok it's settled then. I can take the bus, it's not-"
"No way I'm going to let my bride to be taken the bus. I can call a taxi, it's fine"
"Are you sure? I mean I don't mind"
"I'm sure. it's okay. Come on let's get going"
They kissed eachother goodbye then Emma drove off.

Emma parked in front of Nordin pharmaceutical and all the memories started flowing in. She hadn't been here since her last check up office check up months ago.
And it had been even longer since she saw Maddy, her therapist. Maddy had helped her put so much in perspective.
Truth be told, she wasn't the scared little boy that walked into this building more than a year ago because of Maddy.
She was now a beautiful young woman with great friends, an awesome job and about to get married to the most amazing guy she'd ever met.
Who else was more fitting to be her maid of honor?
She just hoped that Maddy would agree.
She was all too familiar with the layout of the hospital building by now.
She knocked on room 206 and heard the familiar voice say "come in"
"Hello?" Emma called out
"Can i help you?" Maddy asked confused
"What you don't remember me? It's Emma! I kept the name"
"What? Emmanuel??" Maddy asked shocked "is that you?"
Emma just smiled
"Wow I had been shocked at how your voice was changing on the phone but this is... wow"
"I know"
"You don't look any trace a boy"
"I know" Emma kept smiling just as excited as she looked
"You're so beautiful"
"Thank you"
"So come tell me everything"
"That'll take forever"
"We could go somewhere. Talk. Give me a sec, I'll punch out. I know a place"

The two sat across from each other in a restaurant drinking wine as Emma recollected all the events of the last year.
Maddy just listened amazed.
"He sounds amazing Emma" Maddy said as Emma was finishing
"He is"
"You two really deserve eachother"
"Yeah and that's why I'm here. See he proposed a few nights ago"
"Awww honey I'm so happy for you"
"And... I was hoping you could be my maid of honor"
"Me?"
"Yes! I know we haven't known eachother for too long but none of this would have been possible without you, you know? I'd understand if you can't of course"
"Honey! It would be my pleasure"
"Really?"
"Yes. When's the wedding?"
"July 9th. There's so much to do. Cake and flowers and dresses. So many decisions"
"I'm sure we can handle it. Do you have all your bridesmaids?" Maddy asked
"I'm just figured I'll ask some of the girls I work with"
"Yeah probably a good idea"
"I've also been approved for surgery"
"Oh when?"
"3 weeks. I was thinking maybe you could come be my personal therapist for a while. So we can spend some more time together, you know? The hospital still offers that?"
"Yeah but it's quite expensive"
"Don't worry about that"
The girls talked for a while before Emma left. Maddy agreed to everything and would be meeting up with Emma at the house the next Monday.

As Emma came back to meet a locked house, she called Andrew
"Hi. How's it going?"
"They loved the idea. We have their support."
"That's nice"
"They missed you though but I explained that you were going to meet the mystery maid of honor. How did that go?"
"Splendid. And she won't be a mystery much longer. She's coming to the house on Monday."
"Not a problem. I'm almost home so we can spend the rest of your birthday together"
"Looking forward to it. Key is in the normal spot?"
"Normal spot. See you soon" Andrew said finally as he hung up

Emma took off all her clothes and stood in front of the large mirror. She was very very skinny. Not nearly anorexic but skinny. It was the diet. She hadn't enjoyed a nice meaty meal for a while.
"Comes with the job I guess" she thought
Her hair was long now. Way longer than her shoulders. She still had the make up from the photoshoot on so she looked very slutty standing there naked.
Her nipples instantly became hard.
Her breasts were big enough to live with but still relatively small and her hips were wider than they should be.
In truth, they weren't actually wide but just looked it because of how narrow her waist was.
The corsets were definitely doing their job. 24" on a regular day.
She took her finger and put it on her dick pushing it back and imagining that it wasn't there.
In its place, a well defined clit. As she pushed her fingers farther inside, she felt Andrew pinning her firmly on the bed as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her.
She'd moan so loudly, loud enough to fear the neighbors hearing.
Over and over without rest he'd make her suffer unending pleasure. They were built to match and only him could make her feel like this...
But she'd actually never felt like this. Did that feeling even exist? Was that level of perfection even attainable? Or was she imagining that too
As quickly as it had began, it was over
"Well you're a sight for sore eyes" Andrew said walking into the room to see his naked bride with her hand on her dick
Her fantasy was over but she wasn't any less horny.
"Come. Take me" she said longingly

This isn't what pleasure felt like. It couldn't be. Emma lay beside her boyfriend with the covers drawn up to her boobs.
His limp dick pushing against her ass. Her sore ass.
This was the first time she had ever had sex. She'd figured that she might as well experience it as her former self before she completed her transition. Before she could have sex the way she was born to.
Before she could take the whole lot of her fiancé deep into herself.
The thought alone made her shiver with pleasure but now all she actually felt was pain.
She knew her fiancé was large in his pants.
She should. She'd sucked it multiple times in the past but only a few hours ago had she begun to appreciate the sheer size of it.
She was sure that it had expanded her butt hole by at least a few centimetres but did she regret the act? No she didn't.
She owed it to the sweet man sleeping behind her.
He hadn't had sex in almost a year and unlike her, he wasn't on estrogen pills that suppressed the male urges.
If she turned to look at him, she was sure he'd be smiling but she couldn't.
This was perfect and she didn't want to shake the moment.
In the dark room, she was alone with her thoughts and even as awesome as her life had been the last year, not all thoughts had been good.
She'd basically dropped out of school to become a housewife. What if Andrew decided that he was truly and forever will be gay and that she was too much of a woman for him.
What then?
Her university fees were paid by his father
Her job was courtesy of his father
All her friends were courtesy of her job.
Odds were no job, no friends.
She hadn't talked to or even gone to see the team in a while.
They were doing good on the plus side. They hadn't won the championship that year but had caught enough eyes to attract a few sponsors.
She made a mental note to buy a ticket for their next game.
In any case, she'd be stranded without Andrew. A transgender girl in a hostile world with no money.
At least she'd still have her parents... and her brother.
That was the scariest thought. Facing them.
Their father had thought both of them to wrestle at an early age.
"Never loose a fight" he would day
The king of the Macho. 6'4" the both of them and ripped to the teeth.
Thinking about it now, she was lucky she didn't take after her father like her elder brother did.
It had been a problem in the past but not now. She took after her mother. Down to the lack of muscles. Not much anyway.
Her mother had begged them to go easier on Emma.
"Not everyone has to be superman" she said one time with Emma nodding in agreement
"Every story needs a Lois Lane" she joked.
That didn't help much. Curse the days she'd made her mother read her superman comics instead of regular fairytales.
She'd have told her mother long ago if she was the only part of the equation.
Her father was that part of the equation that made you divide x by several squares of 49... on the day you forget your calculator.
She never got him. But her brother sure did. It's like they were pieces of the same pie. They were pepperoni. And she was a rock.
Sure it'll be hard at first but they have to deal with it. She's happy.
They want that right?
She actually couldn't tell for sure. Pizzas.
"I should tell them sooner rather than later" she thought
Reviewing everything she had to say made her terrified.
Hi mom, dad, evil incarnate of a brother, you're probably wondering why I'm wearing a dress and make up but that's why I'm here. I've decided to live as a girl. I've changed universities to a fashion design school and I'm about to get married to this guy I've been dating for about a year. Oh and I'm having surgery in 3 weeks. I'd like to ask for your blessing.
"Goodluck" she murmured as she sighed
But still, she had to tell them. They deserved to know and it would be a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
She turned on her phone and checked the time.
8:22
It had only been 3 hours since her 5pm pounding session with probable pornstar Andrew Matsevich.
She turned carefully to face him. He was asleep. Out like a light. Sleeping like a baby.
She kissed him on the cheek as she got up to go outside.
Once outside, she dialled a number
"Mum?"
"Hi sweetie. How's university?"
"University's fine mum. I'm coming to visit tomorrow"
"Oh. Why the sudden change of heart? We've been asking for you to come home for a while now"
"I've been busy with stuff. I'm free now"
"I'm sure you're father would be excited to see you"
"Can you make sure Jimmy is there too?"
"But you can't stand Jimmy" her mother said
"I miss him I guess"
"You sound different. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine mum. See you tomorrow"
"Bye honey"
"Bye" Emma said as she hung up.
It was done. Tomorrow everything will be settled.
It was a beautiful night. The stars effulgent and the grasses swaying softly.
She had a knit cardigan wrapped around her skinny frame and pyjamas leggings.
She'd come so far. Looking at the 1 carat petite pavé diamond that sat on her finger.
She didn't deserve all this.
Just then her phone rang and showed a number she didn't recognise
"Emma Peterson?" The unrecognised voice asked
"Yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"This is Bill Hersher from Inspire magazine. I hope you don't mind, your assistant gave me your number"
"Assistant?" Emma asked confused now
"Cindy Greene?"
"Oh okay. What exactly does Inspire magazine want?"
"We caught wind of your marriage and we'd like to cover it."
"Huh why exactly?" She asked sort of surprised
"Are you kidding? Modest billionaire gets married to the fashion industry's new 'it' girl. It'll be the event of the year."
"That's a bit much don't you think?"
"We're even willing to sponsor if you'll give us full coverage"
"Wow. I'll have to talk to my fiance of course."
"Yes of course. You know how to reach me. Thank you for your time Miss Peterson"
"Of course"
Emma hung up the phone and smiled as she thought
"I'm a big deal"This isn't what pleasure felt like. It couldn't be. Emma lay beside her boyfriend with the covers drawn up to her boobs.
His limp dick pushing against her ass. Her sore ass.
This was the first time she had ever had sex. She'd figured that she might as well experience it as her former self before she completed her transition. Before she could have sex the way she was born to.
Before she could take the whole lot of her fiancé deep into herself.
The thought alone made her shiver with pleasure but now all she actually felt was pain.
She knew her fiancé was large in his pants.
She should. She'd sucked it multiple times in the past but only a few hours ago had she begun to appreciate the sheer size of it.
She was sure that it had expanded her butt hole by at least a few centimetres but did she regret the act? No she didn't.
She owed it to the sweet man sleeping behind her.
He hadn't had sex in almost a year and unlike her, he wasn't on estrogen pills that suppressed the male urges.
If she turned to look at him, she was sure he'd be smiling but she couldn't.
This was perfect and she didn't want to shake the moment.
In the dark room, she was alone with her thoughts and even as awesome as her life had been the last year, not all thoughts had been good.
She'd basically dropped out of school to become a housewife. What if Andrew decided that he was truly and forever will be gay and that she was too much of a woman for him.
What then?
Her university fees were paid by his father
Her job was courtesy of his father
All her friends were courtesy of her job.
Odds were no job, no friends.
She hadn't talked to or even gone to see the team in a while.
They were doing good on the plus side. They hadn't won the championship that year but had caught enough eyes to attract a few sponsors.
She made a mental note to buy a ticket for their next game.
In any case, she'd be stranded without Andrew. A transgender girl in a hostile world with no money.
At least she'd still have her parents... and her brother.
That was the scariest thought. Facing them.
Their father had thought both of them to wrestle at an early age.
"Never loose a fight" he would day
The king of the Macho. 6'4" the both of them and ripped to the teeth.
Thinking about it now, she was lucky she didn't take after her father like her elder brother did.
It had been a problem in the past but not now. She took after her mother. Down to the lack of muscles. Not much anyway.
Her mother had begged them to go easier on Emma.
"Not everyone has to be superman" she said one time with Emma nodding in agreement
"Every story needs a Lois Lane" she joked.
That didn't help much. Curse the days she'd made her mother read her superman comics instead of regular fairytales.
She'd have told her mother long ago if she was the only part of the equation.
Her father was that part of the equation that made you divide x by several squares of 49... on the day you forget your calculator.
She never got him. But her brother sure did. It's like they were pieces of the same pie. They were pepperoni. And she was a rock.
Sure it'll be hard at first but they have to deal with it. She's happy.
They want that right?
She actually couldn't tell for sure. Pizzas.
"I should tell them sooner rather than later" she thought
Reviewing everything she had to say made her terrified.
Hi mom, dad, evil incarnate of a brother, you're probably wondering why I'm wearing a dress and make up but that's why I'm here. I've decided to live as a girl. I've changed universities to a fashion design school and I'm about to get married to this guy I've been dating for about a year. Oh and I'm having surgery in 3 weeks. I'd like to ask for your blessing.
"Goodluck" she murmured as she sighed
But still, she had to tell them. They deserved to know and it would be a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
She turned on her phone and checked the time.
8:22
It had only been 3 hours since her 5pm pounding session with probable pornstar Andrew Matsevich.
She turned carefully to face him. He was asleep. Out like a light. Sleeping like a baby.
She kissed him on the cheek as she got up to go outside.
Once outside, she dialled a number
"Mum?"
"Hi sweetie. How's university?"
"University's fine mum. I'm coming to visit tomorrow"
"Oh. Why the sudden change of heart? We've been asking for you to come home for a while now"
"I've been busy with stuff. I'm free now"
"I'm sure you're father would be excited to see you"
"Can you make sure Jimmy is there too?"
"But you can't stand Jimmy" her mother said
"I miss him I guess"
"You sound different. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine mum. See you tomorrow"
"Bye honey"
"Bye" Emma said as she hung up.
It was done. Tomorrow everything will be settled.
It was a beautiful night. The stars effulgent and the grasses swaying softly.
She had a knit cardigan wrapped around her skinny frame and pyjamas leggings.
She'd come so far. Looking at the 1 carat petite pavé diamond that sat on her finger.
She didn't deserve all this.
Just then her phone rang and showed a number she didn't recognise
"Emma Peterson?" The unrecognised voice asked
"Yes. Who is this?" She asked.
"This is Bill Hersher from Inspire magazine. I hope you don't mind, your assistant gave me your number"
"Assistant?" Emma asked confused now
"Cindy Greene?"
"Oh okay. What exactly does Inspire magazine want?"
"We caught wind of your marriage and we'd like to cover it."
"Huh why exactly?" She asked sort of surprised
"Are you kidding? Modest billionaire gets married to the fashion industry's new 'it' girl. It'll be the event of the year."
"That's a bit much don't you think?"
"We're even willing to sponsor if you'll give us full coverage"
"Wow. I'll have to talk to my fiance of course."
"Yes of course. You know how to reach me. Thank you for your time Miss Peterson"
"Of course"
Emma hung up the phone and smiled as she thought
"I'm a big deal"

Everything was just a foggy haze. Emma just lay there number looking up at the ceiling. The bright fluorescent lights were almost blinding.
Where was she? "Where am I?" She thought
She tried turning to look around but her head was held firmly in place.
"Where am I?" She thought again. The last thing she remembered was a car ride
"Car ride to where?" She didn't have the littlest idea where she was and just as she was about to panic, she heard a voice
"Miss Peterson?"
Where was the voice coming from? Then a head wearing a surgical mask popped into her line of view
"Good. I'll need you to count backwards from 10 for me. Can you do that?"
She nodded slightly as she began counting. It was all coming back to her.
Groggy she began "10, 9, 8.. 7....."
"Patient is under. Prep her for surgery" the person she figured to be a doctor said.
She was surprisingly peaceful now as the thoughts.... or memories started rushing in as her eyes closed involuntarily.

"I'm almost there mum" she had said on the phone
"Don't you need us to pick you at the train station?" Her mother asked
"No no I'm driving"
"You're driving? When did you get a car?"
"It's a long story. I'll explain when I get there"
She hung up the phone.
"Oh it'll be a long day" she thought finally.
She didn't want to overwhelm her family so she had worn dark jeans, a white split-neck top and flats.
She had her her up in a pony tail and light beige lip gloss.
She was feeling good at the time. She had told Andrew about Inspire magazines interest and he had loved the idea so there was lots to be happy about.
She had also wondered whether Mr. Matsevich had anything to do with it.
But nevertheless, she felt good. Which could change in the next few minutes.
Her family usually had that effect on her.
And today, she might as well had given them ammo for their guns.
She parked in front of the familiar lawn.
Her family had lived here since she was born.
They moved here shortly after Jimmy had been born.
She came out of the car and started walking to the house when her mother walked out stunned. Just standing there.
A few seconds later, Jimmy walked out and had basically the same expression.
"Dad?" He yelled "wanna come out here?"
A few seconds later he father walked out and said
"What? Who is this?" He asked turning to Jimmy.
Perfect. Icing on the cake.
"Dad. It's me" Emma then said
Then her father produced the expected look.
They all stood there with her mother and brother looking uncomfortable, her father looking troubled and Emma with her left hand on her right elbow looking at the ground.
"Well come on in dear" her mother finally said "you must be famished"
Her father just turned and walked into the house without saying another word.
Jimmy followed and her mother gestured for her to coming in.
She did and the door was closed behind her sealing her fate.
They had been well into a wordless lunch when Jimmy said
"So since when?"
She gave him a look as if to say "back off". It's a look she had given him many times in the past but it looked so much different now
"Honey you just caught us by surprise is all" her mother said "we just thought we'd have a bit more time"
"What does that mean?" Emma asked worried
"I mean we knew. For a while now. Jimmy found your stash about a year before you left for university and then it all made sense. All my missing clothes and the ones out of place."
Emma was mortified.
"We expected today. Just not yet I guess"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Emma said almost yelling "i have been struggling with this for years and you knew?"
"We figured you'd tell us when you were ready. And it seems you are. So tell us"
Even her father that hadn't said a word all day seemed interested
"About a year ago, I started seeing a therapist. But I've been wanting to be a girl for as long as I can remember"
"Since you were four. That was the first I remember" he mother interrupted smiling
"Yeah I remember that. You wouldn't touch the suit dad had bought us for Thanksgiving. Remember that mum?" Jimmy had said laughing
Her mother's eyes lit up. She had remembered.
"'I want what mummy got' you kept crying. We didn't get to take a photo that year" her mother added.
Emma just kept looking at the two
"How come I don't remember any of this?"
"You were asleep most of the day after that" her father finally said
She looked at him stunned
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked
"Yes dad" she said sharply
"Then we support you darling" her mum said reaching across the table to hold her manicured hands.
She looked over at Jimmy who only nodded. She smiled.
"Oh look at this bob. Our Superman. And our Lois Lane" their mother said
"Ewww mum! Terrible reference!" Emma exclaimed laughing
"What?" their mother asked oblivious to the fact that those two characters had been dating.
Emma took a deep breath before proceeding to tell them how she met Andrew through the whole soccer thing.
She noticed her father getting uncomfortable as she began talking about Andrew but Jimmy saved the day with that loud mouth.
"You know dad had been worried that you would neglect your studies joining that team?" He said
"Remember he said that that was you becoming a man. Getting invested in sports. Boy was he wrong." Their mother added
"I uh admit I was wrong" he said.
That was hard for him.
"But you gotta understand. We're not trained for this sort of thing. I mean it's not exactly normal"
Her mother and Jimmy just turned and looked at Emma worriedly.
She in turn looked at her father annoyed.
There he was. To think for one second, she could have a nice conversation with her family without him ruining everything.
This was what she had to live with. The utter disappointed in every look.
The close-mindedness that led him to believe that she wasn't 'normal'.
"What? It's not. How many men do you see walking around with make up on going around looking for boyfriends"
"Bob!" Her mother shouted.
"It's okay mum"
"No it's not. You apologise to your daughter this instant"
He chuckled "Daughter? I don't have a daughter. And It seems I have only one son now" he got up to leave.
"Dad! Come on dad" Jimmy said
"You don't have to leave. I will." Emma replied angrily
She put her hand in her purse and brought out an invitation dropping it on the table
"Andrew and I are getting married in summer. I hope you can make it. Thanks for dinner mum" she said walking out of the house with tears welling up in her eyes"
"Emmanuel!" Her mother called to her
"It's Emma" she replied without turning back.
Reaching her car, she was already crying.
"Hey wait up" Jimmy was saying grabbing her arm.
"I.. I.. he-" Emma said unintelligible while sobbing
"I know" Jimmy said as he hugged her.
She just stood there crying for a while on his shoulder.
He stood at least 5 inches taller than she was and would have been exactly the kind of stuff he would have teased her about in the past but now she just felt safe.
He was much more nicer to her now than he had ever been.
And for a second there, she hated that they had fought so much when they were little. Maybe they would have spent quality time together.
When she was done crying, she looked up at him and said
"Thank you. Come visit me sometime okay?"
"I will. Besides you owe me a new shirt. This one's soaked"
"Shut up" she said smiling "don't let him drive you crazy"
He waved at her as she got into her car, reversed and drove off

"She's waking up. Get the doctor"

Sex.
That was one thing Emma had neglected all her life. She had turned 20 a while ago and had only done the act a handful of times.
But ever since she felt pain, fear and pleasure at the same time as Andrew rammed into her repeatedly, she couldn't get enough.
She felt complete. And why wouldn't she? She was all woman now.
Her C cup breasts were larger than she was used to but she was getting used to them everyday. And Andrew seemed to like them so she flaunted them.
She had also gotten used to wearing a bra and shorts around the house since summer heat was getting intense.
They had had sex so much lately, it's s wonder she didn't go around naked.
On this occasion however, she had to be more modest. They had tons of guests.
Her model friends aka bridesmaids had all been gathered in the house trying on dresses.
Even Maddy, her maid of honor had had her dress off more times than it had been on that day.
Emma had spent more time with Maddy in the previous weeks.
The surgery period was an emotional time but was bearable because of the people in her house at the moment.
"Don't get confused by all the pretty faces" she told Andrew
"You know i only have eyes for you. Besides, you're prettier than all the girls here. It's no wonder they gave you the job" he replied charmingly
But she didn't get the job because she was beautiful.
Emma just smiled but was burning inside.
She hated lying to Andrew. She wanted to tell him the truth but was afraid that it'll make him angry.
Nothing can go wrong so close to the wedding.
Did that make her selfish?
Was she now one of those girls?
"Hey. There's something I should have told you a while ago"
"Yeah? What is it?" He asked
"I uh... Remember when we first went to visit your parents?"
"Yeah..."
And she told him everything
"You have to understand that I only did it to protect you. Your father too"
"I should have known he'd play that card. He's always been embarrassed by me"
"That's now true. I got to talk to him. He cares about you" Emma said trying to convince him
"He can make you believe whatever he wants. How do you think he's where he is"
"You need to talk to him" she said finally
"Yeah. Sadly."
"Are you mad at me?" Emma asked Innocently
"Mad at you? I'm in love with you. I'm sorry you'll have to cope with my dad from now on"
"You're sorry? He got me this sweet job." She noticed his face change slightly "I job I'll let go off if you say so"
"No no you've earned it. Besides, I can see you really like it."
"I do"
"How can I stand in the way of that?"
Just then someone called out from the room "Emma!"
"It's Maddy. I guess my dress is ready" she said smiling
"Can i see it?" He asked
"You'll see it at the altar." She said kissing him as she walked away wiggling her ass
Emma took the dress and took off all her remaining clothes. There was no need to be cautious around these girls anyway.
It consisted of a tight fabric wrapping from her breasts to just above her waist line with the rest of it practically ruffles after ruffles flowing to the ground.
It had elaborate designs around her abdomen area and it looked very very expensive.
It wasn't hers of course. All courtesy of Inspire magazine. And like most wedding dresses of its class, it was the only one of its kind. And other than the mannequin, she would be the first to wear it.
The necklace that shined brightly because of the many pieces of finely cut diamonds looked even more expensive. It's a shame that she wouldn't get a chance to keep them.
As she slipped into the dress, she felt like a princess. It fit her perfectly.
Her hair was still a mess but she had never felt more beautiful.
The girls made sounds as if to faint with the occasional "how pretty"
"You look radiant, Emma" Maddy walked up to her saying
"Aww thank you"
"You've come so far" she said hugging Emma.

The next few months went without any events and before long it was July 9th.
Emma just lay in her room thinking about how much things had changed since.
It had been 15 months since she had decided to transition and couldn't help but wonder where she'd have been if she hadn't met Andrew all those months ago.
Definitely not nearly as perfect as it was now.
She didn't deserve him.
She looked outside the window. There were over a hundred cars packed outside.
That guy Bill Hersher was right. This was the "it" event.
Mr. Matsevich had made it considerably worse.
He had publicly announced that his son was getting married and that everyone was invited.
He figured that anyone that still thought his son was guy would be convinced otherwise.
Emma wasn't even sure anymore and she didn't think Andrew was either.
She expected to have a word with him after the wedding probably to receive a "Thank you" when she would tell him her strongly worded speech about how she didn't do it for him and unlike what so many people thought, she was really in love with him... not his money.
Andrew had saved her. In every way about person can be saved.
And she intended to spend her lifetime making it up to him.
Someone knocked on the door
"Andrew I swear if that's you..."
The door opened to reveal her mother
"Mum?"
"Sweetie you look so beautiful'
"Thanks. I didn't think you were coming. Is Jimmy here?" Emma asked.
She had asked him to walk her to the altar.
"Yes he's here. And so is your father."
"Dad's here?"
"Yes! We wouldn't miss our daughter's wedding now would we?"
"I don't know i guess he didn't seem so thrilled about the whole thing" Emma said looking down as her mother sat beside her
"You know your father. Change has never been east for him. But under all that, he is proud of you. Look at the turn out to this thing. When your father and I got married, there were about 50 people total"
Emma sitting looking more interested
"You never talked about life before you had Jimmy before" Emma said
"Well it didn't seem very interesting to all of you. To tell you the truth, I've been suffocating in that house all these years surrounded by all that testosterone. I'm happy I have another girl in the house"
"Tell me about it." Emma agreed "With dad and Jimmy and all that wrestling and football talk, I wonder how you survive"
"Nod and keep saying yes. They eventually leave you alone"
They laughed.
"Tell me how you guys met" Emma asked leaning in
As consequence for leaning, the dress pulled down a little bit showing a bit more cleavage than intended
"Are you sure you can't find another dress in time?"
"It'll be fine mum" she said pulling it up "besides, it's a thirteen thousand dollar dress. I can't just find a different one"
"Fine. Anyway I became a nurse just out of nursing school. I had been tending to patients at a hospital where I worked when your father was brought in. He had been injured during a wrestling tournament. You see other towns had baseball, football... or town had wrestling. I thought it was barbaric really.
But you father made it seem so noble and cool. It was so strange. I hated wrestling"
"You were in love" Emma said
Her mother smiled "Well yeah"
"Go on..."
"The injury wasn't really that bad but he refused to be discharged. The whole night he kept calling me in to complain about pain that wasn't there."
"That is so romantic. It so doesn't sound like dad"
"Oh believe it. He was soft once. You know he only agreed to stop calling me back if I agreed to go out with him the next day. We've been together since."
"It's all so amazing mum"
"It is. And now you're getting married and I can see you feel for him the same way I felt for your father"
"I do mum! I really do!"
"Then he's waiting for you." Her mother said finally
The two went out and waited just outside the door of the chapel along with the other bridesmaids until the heard the sound.
She opened the doors and found her father waiting. She hugged him immediately and he held her for a fee seconds
"I'm sorry" he said
"I'm know" she replied grabbing his arm.
The rest of the walk was overwhelming. The big chapel seemed even bigger with the hundreds of people that sat turning to look at her.
She tried to focus on Andrew who now was only about 25 metres away.
He was smiling.
So then she was smiling.
She climbed atop the platform and only then was she able to truly appreciate the magnitude of the crowd.
It took a while to finish saying their vows but eventually it was over
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride"
Someone was more eager than she was.
In a few miliseconds, she was wrapped in her husbands arms enveloped in a kiss that made her forget people were watching.
The roar of applause woke her from that state.
She was Mrs. Matsevich.

Venice was a beautiful city. Looking outside the window and the quiet town in summer, it was stunning.
Andrew came back into their honeymoon suite holding champagne and two glasses
"What do you think about kids. You think we could adopt?" Emma asked
"Are you sure? I mean are we ready?"
"Yeah. I think we are"
"I think it's a good idea"
"You think so?"
"Of course. You'll be a great mum"
"And you a great daddy" she made a cute face
He put down bottle and carried Emma off the ground to the bed.
"I love you Emma"
"I love you too" she replied as she kissed her husband.

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