RANSVESTIA

And so began our hormone treatment. My body never developed much and I was built much like a boy of twelve or so. However, the changes came soon and amazingly. Perhaps I first noticed it one night when I turned over in bed and a sharp pain in my breasts made me sit up. The next morning I found that the breast area was tender and I had to be very careful when I put on my bra. About a week later I found that my padded bra would not fit. I removed the padding and again donned the bra. This time the fit was right and I saw an indi- cation of cleavage between the cups. Then I broke a nail trying to get into my girdle, and I knew that the pills were taking their blessed effect. I dressed in record time that morning with only a quick glance in the mirror to brush my hair and put on lipstick. I was out of the house and instantly ringing the bell at Marty's.

He opened the door and I looked at him closely to see if there was any change in him. There was. There was a faint shadow of whiskers on his face. I reached up to touch it to see if it was real.

"Whoa, honey, what's the matter?" he asked with concern and his voice was a baritone!

"Oh, darling, it worked.” I exclaimed.

In the days that followed I would begin by taking off my nightie and examining my body for the latest development. Each change and each new curve brought me pleasure. I would not get dressed as quickly as before. After my morning shower, I would walk about my bedroom clad in only a pair of high heel white silk mules. I would stand in front of my long mirror and admire my blossoming breasts with their pink tips, my still tiny waist and my so feminine hips that I had learned to sway as I walked back and forth. There were changes in my skin, too, which became fine textured, my lips were fuller and more appealing. Most satisfying though, were my legs that blossomed to a fullness and curvature that I knew would excite my Marty.

One morning, after this inspection, I slowly dressed with a new bra that I had bought the day before. This was a tiny thing that barely con- tained my breasts. The results were most. pleasing. My vanity mirror showed me that my breasts appeared to be trying to escape. The new girdle contained but did not restrain me. I noticed that my derriere was as obvious as I felt I could get away with. I chose a straight skirt of grey silk that fitted every line of my hips. I chose a white silk shirt that I left unbuttoned to the breast line. Black filmy nylons and black

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