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Subject: TG Fiction - Christy part 4
Date: 30 Mar 1997 03:27:12 GMT
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I kept most of the pills at work and only carried enough in my purse to
take when  I needed them. I realize that it was a crazy idea but at first
I only meant to soften my features a little and enhance my feminine
feelings. I didn't really believe they'd have any effect at all on my
breast development but in a back corner of my mind I knew I wouldn't mind
if they did!
It was about that time that I realized that life with Carol had begun to
change. She was always supportive and reassured me that dating was
something that was expected of me but things between us seemed cooler. We
often went to dinner or a move it was always as two women, I had gone too
far into becoming Christy to try to pass myself off as a man for brief
periods of time. There just wasn't the same passion in our relationship as
there had been before, before Rick, before the other men I dated.
Occasionally we double dated and on those occasions I had to accept my
wife laughing, kissing, and cuddling up to another man. Neither of us had
realized that while I was having my need to feel admired and wanted
satisfied even if by other men she was beginning to feel left out. We
still enjoyed the physical intimacy we had before I became Christy, but
our feelings seemed to have changed. There were times she mentioned that I
seemed a little bit distant during our lovemaking and I couldn't tell her
that I was wondering what it would be like if it were me and Rick instead
of me and her. In any event it just wasn't the same trying to make love
while we both were wearing nightgowns with curlers in our hair!
Things at work went so smoothly for me though that when the president of
the company's secretary quit to have a baby I was promoted to her position
and given a healthy raise! My paycheck went to update my wardrobe since in
my new position I was expected to dress just a  little better than I had
before. I began to wear suits to work nearly every day and soon acquired a
wardrobe of comely women's tailored suits in pastel shades. Occasionally I
wore dresses to work but always with jackets and of course I wore heels
that matched whatever outfit I was wearing that day. 
I had a professional image to maintain and began to have my hair done
professionally instead of home perms and curlers. I went to the beauty
shop twice a month for facials and manicures and even had my legs waxed to
keep them smooth and pretty. My lingerie came from the finest women's
shops in town and one pair of panties now cost me more than a whole pack
of men's briefs had cost me before! Carol objected slightly but I reminded
her that it was originally her idea and that I had to do these things to
successfully pass as a woman in my position. She was somewhat hurt but she
finally agreed that I was right so I kept my beauty shop appointments and
became one of the best customers at some of the upscale dress shops in
town. Carol was even willing to call off the bet but I insisted that the
term of the bet was not up yet and I still had my suspicions that my
advancement was really due to my looks. I just needed a little more time I
told her, and I would be certain!
Carol swallowed hard and agreed to give me the time I needed but I could
see that it was becoming increasingly hard for her to tolerate my
increased femininity not to mention the softening of my features caused by
the hormones I'd been taking. One day I switched purses to match a new
dress I'd just bought and when  I came home that evening Carol was waiting
for me on the couch, my open purse beside her and the hormones in her
hand!
"What in the hell have you been up to?"  she angrily demanded. "No wonder
you're not interested in making love to me anymore!"
"Let me explain honey,"  I feebly protested. "It's just that my job means
I'm under more scrutiny than before and I thought they'd make it easier to
pass, that's all!"
"That's all my foot!" she screamed. "Do you realize the damage you could
do to yourself with these things? Besides the obvious effect on our sex
life you could kill yourself with these!"
"I'm sorry Carol,"  I cried. "I goofed, forgive  me please?"
"I got you into this mess but I'm not going to sit here and watch you kill
yourself,"  Carol said slowly. "It's pretty clear that I can't get you to
give up on this nonsense, these pills prove that. I've made an appointment
with a doctor I know.  She specializes in hormonal problems in women.  If
you're going to turn yourself into a woman you're going to do it the right
way!"
"What are you talking about Carol, I'm not trying to..."
I was cut off in mid-sentence. 
"I don't want to hear anymore of your crap, Christy!"  she screamed,
placing considerable emphasis on "Christy". "You'll be given a complete
physical and if you haven't totally screwed yourself up you'll be given
all the hormones necessary to change you into the woman you want to be."
"What about us?"  I asked plaintively. "Do you still love me?"
"Of course I still love you stupid,"  Carol sobbed. "I never meant for
this to happen , I don't want to lose you but it's too late. We'll just
have to wait and see what develops."
I didn't know what to say. I broke into tears threw my arms around Carol
and thanked her with all my heart!
I kept my appointment with the doctor, passed the physical with flying
colors, and was given a shot to block my male hormones and a prescription
for female ones which I took religiously. My already softened features
became even softer, more feminine in appearance and I was overcome with
joy when after a few months I noticed a slight swelling in my breasts!
Carol did her best to keep our marriage going including restricting her
role in any lovemaking to that of a man while I played the woman. I should
have seen the strain building in her eyes as my breasts gradually got
larger but I just wasn't paying close attention to her anymore, I was too
involved in making myself look more like a woman! It became too much for
her though the day I said I wanted to have an operation so that I could
wear bikinis on my vacation to the beach the next summer.
"So you've decided to finally become a woman,"  Carol asked sadly. "I
suppose I should have known this was what you were leading up to with the
manicures, the hair appointments, and the dating, I was hoping that I was
wrong though."
"But you are wrong Carol,"  I explained in what I thought was a very
rational way. " This isn't the operation you're thinking of, it just hides
things to make it look like I'm really a woman. I'm tired of being
uncomfortable in this caching panty, after a few days I have to stop
wearing it to let the irritation go away. With this operation I could wear
the skimpiest bathing suit or the tightest jeans with no bulges and no
irritation!"
"I don't care!"  Carol sobbed hysterically. "This has gone too far
already. I think we need to separate for a while, Christy. I need some time
to sort out my feelings. I don't think I can adjust to being married to
another woman!"
I did my best to talk her out of it but in the end Carol packed her things
and left saying that she'd keep in touch and would let me know when she
made a decision. It was a very bleak day when I drove her to the airport,
to console myself over losing the only woman I had ever loved I stopped
and bought myself several new dresses. 
Two months later I took vacation time I had coming and checked into a
hospital in a Southwestern state. I met with the surgeon who was going to
perform the operation to discuss all of the details.
"You're certain that you want to have this operation?"  he asked quite
bluntly. "You understand you'll appear to be a genetic female to all but a
gynecologist?"
"I understand,"  I replied. "It's just an illusion but it will mean a lot
to me!"
"From looking at your records I see that you've been on hormones for
nearly a year and that you've been living as a woman for longer than
that."
"It started as a silly bet,"  I smiled shyly. "But yes you're right about
the hormones and how long I've been this way."
"Are you still married?"  The surgeon asked. 
"Sort of,"  I said sadly. "We separated several months ago, she couldn't
take it anymore I guess."
"While you've been living as a woman have you had any relationships with
men?"
"A few,"  I replied with a smile remembering Rick and a few of the others.
"Enjoyed them?"  he smiled.
"Yes and no,"  I sighed. "I felt like I wanted more but had to stop. It's
been very frustrating."
"Why don't you go all the way then?"  The doctor asked. "I don't see any
reason to take half measures."
"All the way,"  I repeated. "You mean...."
"A complete change of sex,"  he said as if discussing having a wart
removed. "There doesn't appear to be any reason to stay male. At least
this way you can be legally female and you can go as far as you like with
men, even to the point of marriage."
As far as I want,"  I muttered tossing it over in my mind. "No more
stopping and upsetting both of us?"
"It would mean an automatic divorce,"  The doctor stated. "Two females are
not permitted to marry in this country and your existing marriage to
another woman would not be recognized. Of course if as you say she wants
no part of you looking like a woman it wouldn't make much difference."
He was right I thought to myself,  no matter what operation I have Carol
and I are through. It was a sad thought to lose Carol but maybe there
would be a new life with Rick if he'd have me.
"I want it all!"  I announced. "I want to be a complete woman!"
Two days later I was given a shot and fell asleep as Tim but woke up as
Christy. I had become the woman I had struggled so hard to be! 
Carol and I kept in touch throughout our separation and when I wrote to
tell her that I had decided to go all the way and become a woman she said
that she understood and that our divorce would be an amicable one. She'd
never forget that she had once loved me and promised that we would still
be close friends.
There were many times when I missed Carol so much that I regretted having
become a woman but there were those other times with Rick when I knew I
had made the right choice! Having explained that Carol my roommate had
gone to Europe to travel for a year I invited Rick to move in with me, an
offer he quickly accepted. 
Life was nothing short of fantastic for a few months after Rick and I
became lovers. He was tender, sweet, considerate of my feelings, and
always in the mood for love! We made love on the sofa, in the shower, on
and under the dining room table, and once or twice we even made love in
bed! Finally able to release all of my pent up frustrations from past
dates I set about satisfying my lover in every way  imaginable. There was
no position I wouldn't try, no request that I'd refuse!
Sadly though the honeymoon ended before we ever exchanged vows. Rick and I
were sexual dynamos, but we couldn't seem to get along if we weren't making
love. Finally after six months of the most passionate sex imaginable we
admitted that we just couldn't make a go of it and Rick moved out.
I dated several other guys after that, but never went to bed with any of
them having learned my lesson from Rick. We had to be compatible as
friends before we could ever be lovers. I had been so enthralled with the
new lifestyle of a woman that I had forgotten what had held Carol and I
together for so long - we liked each other! 
I mentioned my breakup with Rick to Carol in one of my letters and was
surprised when she wrote back offering to come for a visit. She said that
she'd been seeing someone else also, but that things hadn't worked out for
them either. If I didn't mind she'd be happy to come back for a visit
during which we could console each other.
I wrote back and told her that I'd be thrilled to see her again if she
didn't mind seeing me as the woman I now was. To my delight Carol wrote
and said that she'd done some serious thinking and was willing to accept
me as Christy! We made arrangements to celebrate our reunion at the swanky
restaurant where as Tim I had asked her to marry me.  I explained that I
wasn't interested in her sexually anymore, I was a woman now also but
valued her deeply as a friend.
I took the day off to prepare for Carol's arrival spending much of it in
my favorite beauty salon. I explained that my best friend was coming back
to town after a long absence and I wanted to look my best to show off to
her! It cost quite a bit of money to get a new hairdo, have my legs waxed,
get a manicure, a pedicure, a facial and a makeover but I could easily
afford it and I wanted Carol to see the beautiful woman her ex-husband had
become!
When I got back from the beauty shop I indulged myself in a luxurious
bubble bath then proceeded with great care to assemble the outfit I would
wear to dinner.
I chose a little black dress that hugged my curves like a second skin and
ended several enticing inches above my knees. Not the kind of dress I'd
wear to work by any means but this was a very special occasion and that
was a very special dress! 
Along with the dress I chose a black lace half cup bra that with the help
of the plunging neckline of the dress would allow me to proudly show off
my ample attributes! Of course I had the foresight to also purchase the
sexy, all lace panties that matched the bra, a matching half slip, and
garter belt! Once I changed into my new panties I threaded the garters
down through the panties and rolled a pair of ever so silky and sexy black
nylons up and hooked them in place. I pulled on my slip, freshened my
makeup, slipped into the dress and a pair of black heels, then sat down
with a fashion magazine and  waited for Carol. I hoped she wouldn't be
offended with the sexy outfit I wore but I just had to let her see me at
my best!
Promptly at the agreed upon time the doorbell rang and after a quick look
in the mirror to make certain my hair and makeup were perfect I opened the
door.