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good presentation as a woman it was inevitable that I would be dis- covered sooner or later if I did not have some EXTRA help to conceal my beard and rougher skin. So she had taken it upon herself to start giving me hormones and one of the effects was the beginning develop- ment of my breasts in a typical female manner. She was certain that the swelling would recede when the hormones were stopped. When I asked just how much my breasts would develop Denise admitted that she could not say for sure. It would all depend how much of me was really feminine to begin with, and also how long I took the hormones. I asked if she planned on keeping me on the "pill" for the entire period of my imper- sonation and she smiled and said that she had no choice. With another sigh of resignation I reluctantly agreed that I would continue to take the hormones but she wouldn't have to be sneaky about giving them to

me.

Finishing our coffee we left Sears and walked over to the car where I once again got behind the wheel. The trip out to the license bureau was uneventful and we arrived at the right time since the examiner wasn't busy. I filled out the necessary papers and to my chagrin only a permit was issued to me. Since I said I had no license I had to wait three months before I could take the driving test and receive a regular operators license. Actually this wasn't much of a setback because the drivers permit was as good as the license for identification purposes. As we were leaving, the examiner called me over and told me that he had seen me drive in and that since I had no license I had no business driv- ing a car. He then cautioned me about driving only with a licensed driver in the front seat and then sent me on my way. I smiled demurely and then walked out to the car being sure that my hips swayed in a feminine manner. The drive home was hectic as the rush hour traffic for the Mills was starting.

Supper was relished by Denise and I as the day had been a rather tiring one for us both. After eating I walked into the living room where I mixed martinis for both of us. I kicked off my heels and flopped down in a chair. Shortly Denise came in and sat down and began once again to criticize my days actions. Most of the criticism was good but she was very harsh when she came to my attempt to adjust my bra while walk- ing down the street. I agreed and assured her it would not happen again itch or not!

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