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"That is difficult to say, but most likely you'll notice something soon," Mary replied. "Dr. Welsh said you really should have an operation in order to get the best and earliest results."

"Operation? What did you tell her about that?" I wailed, as my heart pounded.

"I told her we were not ready for anything like that just yet, and I did not know for sure, when we would be, or even ever," she replied softly. "The potent feminizing hormones will have some of the same effects...they'll soften you both mentally and physically."

"Physically?"

"I'm afraid," Mary admitted, "that in developing a feminine figure with hormones, you'll lose your male reproductive sensations. Not right away but in several weeks."

"Not...?"

"Yes," Mary admitted but playfully added, "We really will be like 'sisters'. Won't that be fun?

"But honey," I sighed rubbing my hand over my buttocks. "Won't you miss...

Mary interrupted, "It's a small price to pay. Seeing your feminine figure blossom will be so exciting we'll hardly languish over the loss of your virility. Dr. Welsh says that impotency is important to your feminine progression. Once you accept the lifeless organ, you'll become sweeter, more gentle and nurturing; all the qualities we expect of a

woman."

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For the next few nights, we made love as husband and wife. It was more tender and caressing than ever. Mary stroked my tiny pink nipples, whispering of the unconceivable----having my own high, full bosom. She squeezed longingly at the pert

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little nipples. They puckered easily now, made tight and hard from the slightest touch.

I couldn't imagine not being able to perform. CHAPTER 8

I quickly settled into the daily routine of a housewife, and to my surprise, I found that I really did enjoy it. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I went to the beauty parlor for my electrolysis, and every Tuesday and Thursday to Dr. Welsh for hormone therapy. I soon realized that the combined effects of both were becoming quite noticeable.

Unable to resist, my fingertips enjoyed stroking the beginning swell of my breasts. The feel of the silken skin beneath my fingers created unusual sensations and some guilt for so willingly giving up my maleness.

It was then I had my first dream as a woman. It was strange. I was shopping in a department store for a small round jeweled pin to give to Mary. The one I want to buy is flat but all they have is large 'puffy' ones. "Dear," the sales lady says, "You'll want one of these now."

I look in a mirror and I'm wearing one of Mary's dresses, my hair is long and ornately piled on my head. Before I can stop the clerk, she pins a big, round, 14K gold pin covered with red diamonds on my chest. "It's too big," I say. I look out the store window and there's several men with swords. . .then I woke up.

After that, I started having more dreams where I was a woman. I dreamed I went back to work wearing a pink business type suit with a tight below the knee skirt, nude nylons and black high heeled pumps. My hair was curled and my face