FICTION

THE FIRST TIME

Barbara Anne FM-S-1 FPE

The day was one of those cloudless ones that makes you wake up and think that everything is going to be perfect. The satin sheets felt wonder- ful rubbing against my smoothly shaven legs. I slowly lifted myself into a sitting position and looked around the room. A small window in the bathroom let the sun rays dance on the hem of my nightgown as I threw back the covers of the bed.

My mind raced ahead thinking of work that I would be starting several hours from now. I got out of the bed and proceeded to the bath- room for a refreshing shower. A new day a new job and most impor-

tant to me a new life. I worked the highly perfumed soap into a lather and spread the suds over my hair-free body. There wasn't a razor nick anyplace. I cupped my hands over my masculine breasts and wished they were larger and really feminine.

This would be my first time working as a girl although I had planned for this day since my parents died in an automobile accident two years ago. It had taken a year to settle the estate and I was just plain tired of the legal work although I understood it well enough since my parents had sent me to an Ivy League college to study law. I had received my degree less than three months ago and started in on the estate. It was at that time I found the reports of the head shrinkers on what my father had called "my childish adventures."

These childish adventures had been a love for the feminine abso- lutely everything that had anything to do with the opposite sex. Yes, I had been born a boy, but I was short 5 feet 4 inches tall and my body was always slight and more feminine than masculine.