LADYBOY 69
The third Friday of every month is my day. This is the one day,
or rather night of the month that I truly look forward to. Only
twelve times a year, do I allow myself to totally, absolutely
indulge myself. To be a slut! A total tramp! To luxuriate, and
fulfill my desires that have been pent up inside me since the last
month! Read the rest of this entry »
I love to come home when the house is sunny and quiet, early in
the morning. I take a long, hot bubble bath, soaking in the warm
body lotion. Then, once I’m all smooth and sleek, and my skin is soft
and rosy, I set up my Bust Pump, and suck out my breasts into nice,
ripe melons. Once my bosoms are formed, I put the small tube onto the
pump, and plump my nipples to 4 or 5 times normal size. I’ve already
painted my toenails a pretty Snow Orange color,they look very nice poking
their way through the suds. I shower off, dry, and put on my make-up.
I put on a nice peach skintone, powder. and do my eyes in white,
orange, and brown, tracing in delicate arched brows, then setting of
my cheeks in a 3 toned peach blush. A bit of magic with a lip pencil,
then filling in with Snow orange lipstick……yum, I’m looking great
and still with short hair! But, like most babes, I’m a blonde, so,
I brush out my favorite frosted blonde wig and touch it up a bit. Read the rest of this entry »
At breakfast his mother said, “Dennis, I think it’s time to get your hair
cut.”
“Mom, I got my hair cut last week.”
“It couldn’t have been last week, honey. It’s already over your ears.”
“No way, Mom. I just got it cut.”
“No arguing at the breakfast table,” his father said from behind a paper.
Dennis stomped out. In Geometry his voice cracked in the middle of an
answer which broke up the whole class including the teacher. Dennis blushed
but he recovered quickly.
Nothing happened the next day but on Wednesday as he stepped out of the
shower in the locker room, his chest felt sore. And seemed swollen. He could
actually feel loose flesh around his nipples. He put it out of his mind but
the next morning, alone in the bathroom, he examined himself in the mirror.
Not only was his chest swollen but the nipples were larger. They looked like
small pegs. The circles around them had turned a deep, reddish brown and were
enlarged as well. Read the rest of this entry »
"It's your choice. Go home and think it over."
Sherry nodded solemnly and left. She thought about it quite
a lot. She thought about how she had never quite fit in as a man
and how everything felt so right now. She had a few drinks in
thinking it over, too.
Sherry was wearing a pink suit and was waiting in Janet's
outer office when Janet came to work the next day. "Come on in,
Sherry," Janet said. They sat down and Janet didn't say anything.
Sherry took a deep breath and smiled. "I want it to be
permanent. When can we start?"
Janet looked solemn. Inside she felt joyous, but kept a
professional demeanor. She opened a drawer and handed her a piece
of paper. "Take this to the pharmacy, they'll fill the order.
Follow the instructions exactly, Sherry. Ok?"
"Sure, Janet."
Janet stood up and hugged Sherry. "Welcome to the other side,
Sherry."
"Do you want to go back to being Sam?"
"What? But Colonel Hampton said-"
I know what he said," Janet interrupted. "What has been done
is easily changable. Even if you have no facial hair, all you'd
need to do is get a crewcut, change clothes, take out your
earrings, and everyone would assume you are a man. But now you're
at a decision point.
"For what I am going to say now, I do not want an answer.
Promise me you won't say a word to me until tomorrow morning or
later if you need the time. All right?"
Sherry nodded.
"This is the choice: you can go down the impersonation road
with facial surgery and breast implants. It'll fool most of the
people. When you're done, Dr. Trotti can make you look almost the
way you look now. Not quite, but almost.
"The other option is more permanent. Instead of implants,
you'd start hormones. We'll schedule you for voice surgery, your
voice will be higher forever. The facial surgery will be more
extensive. And finally, if you make it that far, you'd go through
sexual reassignment surgery. At that point, you'd be as female as
chemistry, training, and surgery can make you.
"Face and voice?"
"Yes. I'd say if she is to go that route, we do the surgery
before she goes out for learning how to live on her own as a
woman."
"All right," Col Hampton concluded. "Call the airport and
have Sherry brought here for a discussion about hormones with you
and you alone. We'll wait up in Trotti's office."
Sherry came to Janet's office looking an absolute mess. She
was sweating from the effort of conducting the dead engine
exercises. "This is a little out of the unusual," Sherry said.
"What's up?"
"I've been reviewing your progress here, Sherry. You are
turning out to be a fine young woman. When I or anyone else looks
at you, we'd be hard-pressed to believe that you are really a man.
How do you feel about it?"
Sherry was taken a little aback. "I guess I feel good about
it. When I get dressed and look in the mirror, I see me. It's
hard for me to realize that I am a man, too."
Col Hampton mulled that over. "How's the flying coming?"
Doris fielded that. "Craig says she's doing well. She may
not be a pure natural at it, but she is working very hard at it."
"So, what's the next step in her training?"
"She's started multi-engine work. Once she gets her multi
ticket, then we are going to get her rated in DC-3s and C-46s,
along with turboprops. After that, then it may be time to send her
out living full-time as a pilot to build up her flight time."
"What about tradecraft?"
"We'll start weapons training next week, along with escape and
evasion, surveillance and counter-surveillance techniques, and the
usual stuff," Doris said.
"What about her femininity?"
"I think it's time to see if she wants to start hormones,"
Janet replied. If she agrees and sticks with it for the next few
months, then it may be advisable to consider some non-genital
reassignment surgery."
Sherry started working with Craig on her multi-engine rating
in the Twin Beech the next day, including a session on the care and
feeding of radial engines. "You can't overprime a radial," Craig
admonished. She learned about engines that measured their oil
levels in gallons, not quarts.
While Sherry was being introduced to the fun of engine-out
drills, a conference was underway concerning her progress. Col
Hampton had flown in, he met with Janet, Doris, and Dr. Trotti.
"How's our boy doing," was his first question.
Janet smiled. "She's a woman, Colonel, and she's doing fine."
"Explain."
"Frankly, I don't think Sherry's a transvestite. I think
she's a transsexual, although she really hasn't admitted it to
herself. The majority of TVs we get here aren't content to go
full-time dressed up. They find some way of visibly asserting
their masculinity. The TSs assimilate completely. Sherry has
shown no signs of not wanting to be a woman. No covert strength
exercises, or anything like that.
"Her adjustment to female living has been remarkable, although
I don't think she should consider making a living as a chef." That
comment earned a laugh from Doris.
The big treat came after Sherry passed her commercial pilot's
check ride. Doris and Janet treated her to a trip to Chicago for
three days of R&R. They took the Bonanza, Sherry flew them to
Meig's Field right downtown. They went shopping on Michigan Avenue
and in Watertower Place. The highpoint was a theatre night,
including a fantastic dinner afterwards. Sherry was sorry to leave
Chicago, even though she logged some good instrument time,
including a NDB approach to their home base.
The town (she thought of it as that) has several running courses
laid out along the roads, complete with mileage markers. Sherry's
goal was to run three laps around the airport, a distance of over
seven miles.
The coursework was changing constantly. After a series of
lessons on clothing and accessories, Sherry started a basic cooking
course. Doris pointed out that most women knew how to do more than
fry hamburgers and eggs, which about the extent of Sherry's kitchen
skills.
So she learned how to cook and how to select items from
the supermarket. Sherry privately didn't think much of this phase
of her training. It seemed like a lot of effort to spend so much
time spreparing a meal that normally didn't take anywhere near as
long to eat. Lord Sandwich knew what he was doing, she concluded
For most of the non-flying days, Doris had her wear more lady-
like attire. She got used to moving around in dresses, skirts, and
high heels. She lost her purse a few times the first week, but
soon carrying one became automatic.
The therapy was easier than she thought it would be. Sherry
trusted Janet and opened up to her completely. They met three
times a week, then scaled back to twice a week. Janet wanted to
make sure that the training wasn't taking Sherry down a road she
didn't want to go. But what she saw was a young woman who was full
of life. Sherry was finally doing everything she had wanted to do.
The deportment classes (to use Doris's term) were more like
aerobics. The instructor's name was Sharon, she worked to teach
Sherry to loosen up and move more fluidly, not to shamble along
like a male. They were tiring at first, but also fun. Sherry was
keeping up her running, she was now doing over four miles a day.
Sherry was at the flight school on time. If Craig had any
thoughts about her changed appearance, he kept them to himself.
The classroom phase was over quickly, most of the material was the
same as the instrument course, so they went through it at a fast
clip.
The instructor thought she was a little weak on slow flight
and stalls. "I think you're afraid of them, so let's change the
syllabus a bit," he said. Sherry found herself in the front seat
of a Bellanca Decathalon; they went through stalls, spins, and some
basic aerobatics. She had to use a Sic-Sack on a couple of
occaisions, but soon she was doing loops, rolls, and inverted
flight. Craig had her do inverted stalls and spins, then he let
her take the Decathalon up when she had some free time.
Sherry had the time of her life in the Decathalon. Craig
chewed her ass out for making a low inverted pass down the runway
one afternoon, but she didn't mind.
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Doris helped Sherry put her clothes away when they returned
to the townhouse. "Tomorrow you start on your commercial pilot's
license," she said. "Just be at the flight school by 0730. You'll
do your training in the Bonanza, since you'll need to use a complex
airplane for the exam. Wear the jeans and the sneaks for your
flight training. As before, you'll be flying every other day.
I'll let you know each afternoon what is planned for the next day
so you can choose the proper attire. If I don't see you' I'll
leave a note in your mail slot.
"The other thing is, you need to start on a physical training
program. Some of that will come later, but I want you to start
running each afternoon. That is to be the only activity where you
aren't to wear the artificial breasts. Start today."
"Okay." Sherry changed into a t-shirt and shorts, then went
out for a run. It was a brief run, she hadn't been running for a
few months. But she knew from past experience that the wind would
come back quickly.
Ladyboy
Anderson's jaw dropped. Gazing back at him in the mirror was
an attractive young businesswoman. He ran his hands down the side
of the skirt, feeling the smooth material. He smiled and the woman
in the mirror smiled back. What he didn't see was the satisfied
grins Doris and the saleslady gave each other. He wasn't sure how
long he stood there, entranced at his image in the mirror. He felt
something click inside himself, and from then on knew that the
female pronouns were the right ones. It just felt right. It was
a moment that Sherry would remember as long as she lived. She
would later say it felt like she had been reborn.
They spent a lot of time assembling a wardrobe; dresses,
skirts, tops, casual wear, coats, shoes, and a couple of pairs of
boots. Doris picked out a few things to take back with them, the
saleslady promised the rest would be delivered.
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“When there’s nothing else left. You’ll know it, and so will
I. We’ll start on your next visit.”
Doris was waiting in the therapist’s outer office. “What’s
next on the schedule,” Anderson asked.
“We’re going to get you some new clothes.” They rode the
electric jeep to a clothing store. There the saleslady first
fitted Anderson with a bra and a set of breast prothesis. She had
him try on a number of differnt bras, then camesoles and slips.
After that, she brought in a hound’s tooth suit with a white blouse
which she had him try on. Then she fitted him with a pair of black
leather pumps with 3″ heels. Finally, she led him over to a three-
sided mirror.