Dress Code - Dare To Wear Dress - Final Chapter

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I got off the elevator and there was Jenn sitting at her reception desk as usual. 

I approached her and asked, “Hey Jenn. Do you like, to live at this desk? You’re always here and looking gorgeous. What’s your secret?” Jennifer smirked and said, “I get up at four every morning to do my hair and make-up. 

You think I’m kidding? But hey, talk about gorgeous. Look at you. That skirt is so tight. Where are you um… hiding… um, Little Harry?”

 I frowned, “Little Harry has become very easy to hide lately.” Jennifer gave me a knowing smile and asked, “So, how was your date with Jimmy?” “It was okay, I guess. He asked a lot of rather personal questions though,” I said. “Do you think he likes you?” asked Jennifer.

I shrugged, “I think so. We’re going out again on Friday and then maybe to Six Flags on Saturday.” Jennifer smiled, “Don’t look now, girl, but I think you’re about to get a new boyfriend.” 

I laughed self-consciously, “No way. We’re just friends. Hanging out. That’s all.” Grinning, Jennifer said, “Yeah, right. I mean, look at you today. 

You’re dressing for him, aren’t you?” Looking shocked, I said, “Don’t be silly! He’s on a whole other floor from me. I just randomly pulled this dress from my closet.” I lied. I spent half an hour this morning trying to select a dress. 

Was she right? Was I subconsciously trying to please Jimmy? That’s crazy talk. 

Jennifer smiled at me again with some disbelief in her voice, “Yeah. Whatever. I just have a feeling that Heather is going to be around a bit longer.” “I need to get to my desk. Have a good day, Jenn,” I said as I turned to walk through our office doors. 

 Clasping her hands, Ms. Rogers leaned back in her plush chair and said, “You want to talk about Harry’s return?” Feeling nervous for some reason, I looked down at the floor, “Um, well yes. 

I think being Heather has gotten out of hand. I mean, she’s just a fiction that came out of a stupid bet and then led to a being a lie just to get and keep a contract. I’m still really Harry deep down.” 

Ms. Rogers smiled at me. She said, “Very deep down, I’d say. I don’t see a lie sitting in front of me. I see a woman. 

And my God, Heather, I don’t know what you’re doing different today, but I feel almost boyish sitting here with you. Not many women who were born female could pull off wearing that dress… that dress. You’re almost borderline over the dress code in that.” “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said flashing her a weak smile.

“So, when does Harry make his triumphant return?” asked Ms. Rogers. “This next Monday? 

You know, you’ve had your driver’s license changed, your birth certificate changed, your college records changed and all the company records changed to say you’re female.” 

“That was my original plan,” I said staring at my hands, “but maybe to make things easier for everyone, and to give me time to change things back, I can do it in phases. Ease back into being myself.” I hesitated a moment and then added, “Plus I have a date for Friday and Saturday.” 

Ms. Rogers leaned forward and placed her arms on her desk. She said, “You what? You’re going to be changing your sex to male, and you made dates for this weekend? Is that fair to the guy you’re dating?”

 “Oh, he knows,” I said. “I think that’s why he’s trying to rush some dates in with me before I change to being male. I mean change back to myself. He’s really pretty nice. I went out with him last night.”

 “Sounds like maybe Harry should be put on the back burner for a while,” said Ms. Rogers with a wry smile. “I don’t think Heather is ready to leave.” 

“Oh, I think she is. These hormones I’m on are changing my body! I’ve become emotional. I cry at my desk for no reason, and then, I have to repair my makeup. Guys don’t do that. The back of my knees never itched before I started wearing hose.” My voice just trailed off. Ms. Rogers just looked at me for a few moments. She said, “I can’t change the dress code, but you can stop taking the hormones if you truly want to go back to being Harry.” 

“That’s just it. I can’t bring myself to stop taking them while I’m still Heather,” I said fighting a sudden urge to cry. “I think I’ve reached that tipping point. I love how I feel. 

So help me, I love being Heather. I’m afraid if I don’t go back to being Harry, I’ll wind up being a woman for the rest of my life!” Ms. Rogers looked at me quizzically and asked, “Would that be so bad? I mean, look at you. Being a woman has become natural for you.”

“That’s what I mean!” I cried. “If I wait much longer, I might not be able to go back.” Scribbling something down on a pad, Ms. Rogers said, “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll plan on the last day of this month, which is on a Friday, will be Heather’s last day. 

Monday I’ll send an email to the staff that you’re planning on transitioning to being a male by that date. 

This will give you a couple of weeks to think about and discuss things with your counselor.

 I think it’d be too traumatic for you to transition this weekend. How does that sound?” I sniffled and said, “That would work. See how emotional I’ve become?” Ms. Rogers handed me a tissue. 

 “Thanks for the lunch invitation, Jimmy,” I said as we rode in his car, “but is this going to be a lunch or another interrogation?” “Just lunch,” said Jimmy as he made a sudden lane change. “Just to 

Whataburger I think. You look so stunning today; I wanted to spend some time with you.” I smiled at him, “Thanks. Everyone seems to like my dress today.” Jimmy glanced over at me and grinned. He said, “I love that dress! You look incredible.” 

“Okay, okay. Let’s stop talking about me,” I said feeling very self-conscious. 

“I’ll try. But I can’t think of anything better to talk about,” said Jimmy as he maneuvered to the exit ramp. I glanced down and saw the tight skirt of my dress, my shaved legs in hose, and my feet in black high heels. I looked at my hands with the long, polished nails in my lap. I became conscious of my make-up. 

I never thought of it much, but I loved wearing lipstick. 

Can I give this up? I have to. I looked over at Jimmy, concentrating on the traffic. He was very handsome. The line of his jaw. The shape of his nose. The style of his hair.

Any girl would love to be his girl. It’s funny how I hadn’t even really noticed him before, but today I’ve been thinking of nothing but him. I shook my head slightly. Why am I falling for him? 

That’s crazy… just crazy. I want to be Harry, but …   Jimmy is so cute. Admit it, girl, you’re attracted to men. “No,” I said aloud. “No to what?” asked a confused Jimmy. 

“Sorry,” I said feeling slightly embarrassed, “I was just thinking out loud.” I looked over at Jimmy and smiled, and then I frowned as a random thought popped into my head… even Harry would find Jimmy cute. 

No. No. Where do these thoughts come from? Jimmy drove his car into the Whataburger parking lot and found an empty parking spot. We got out and started walking to the entrance. Jimmy stopped as we were about halfway in the short walk to the door and just stared at me a moment. 

“My God, just look at you!” said Jimmy. 

“I’m such an idiot. I should have taken you someplace more elegant for lunch.” I shrugged, “I like Whataburger and we’re here.” 

We went inside and got in line. We probably should have gotten here a bit earlier to avoid the main lunch crowd. It was pretty crowded, mainly with blue-collar types and a few students. 

At a nearby table, several men were looking in our direction. Though he said it quietly to his friends, I heard one of the men say, “If I could afford to have a woman like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t bring her to this joint!” 

The statement jarred me. Am I considered an expensive date? Is it just the dress? In a way, I’ve gotten used to having men stare at me. I don’t know about other women, but sometimes I find it flattering… and sometimes it’s just rude. 

Did I just think “other women”? Have I become so immersed in this role as Heather that even subconsciously I consider myself a woman? 

Or am I thinking too much? Going back to being Harry is going back to being the invisible man. I hate to say it, but now I enjoy the attention I get. Will I miss that?

“Heather. Hello?” interrupted Jimmy staring at me. We were at the cash register. “What would like?” Embarrassed, I smiled weakly and said, “Sorry. 

I was lost in thought. Just a chicken sandwich.” As we sat down at a booth to wait for our order to arrive, I took a hard look at Jimmy. 

I said, “Am I an expensive date?” Shrugging, Jimmy asked, “You heard that guy’s comment too, eh? Despite how stunning you look today, I would say overall, no. You seem to be a down-to-earth girl who doesn’t insist her man shower her with diamonds and other gifts.” 

I started to say something, but he raised a finger in an obvious gesture to stop me as he took a slug from his soda. “But… but, you’re the kind of girl men want to shower with gifts and treat you to expensive restaurants and such.” 

I laughed and asked, “Like Whataburger?” Jimmy grinned and said, “Why, of course! McDonalds was closer and cheaper.” 

“Seriously though,” I said with a smirk. “Why would you want to shower me with gifts and all that?” Jimmy frowned slightly, “Because you’re gorgeous. 

It’s to show you how much you mean to me. You might not notice, but there are a lot of men at the office who would love to get your attention.” I gave Jimmy an odd look, put my fist in front of my mouth and coughed, “Horseshit.” 

Jimmy leaned back and spread his arms and insisted, “Well, it’s true! You’re going to tell me you haven’t noticed guys going out of the way to walk past you just to say hi or good morning?”

 “I might have,” I said staring at my chicken sandwich that had just arrived. 

Jimmy continued, “Now, those guys don’t know your little secret which may be one reason you let me date you, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have to try. 

And after you have your surgery, I imagine all bets would be off.”

I frowned and said, “There’s not going to be any surgery. But to the point though, I have a hard time considering myself to be attractive, but if I was somebody you considered to be plain, would you still want to shower me with gifts?” Jimmy laughed and said, “If you were plain, I’d still bring you to Whataburger. 

Look, like it or not, you are a very special and very beautiful woman, and yes, as unfair as it may sound, men are attracted to beautiful women. If wanting to be with you is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.” 

“I guess I just don’t understand,” I said. “I mean, my former boyfriend didn’t know that I had a penis. Considering some of the things he said about wanting a family and all suggested to me he wouldn’t have been attracted to me if he’d known but you know, and you know I want to go back to who I was. 

But here you are! You even kissed me.” Jimmy sighed, “And I’ll kiss you again. And I wouldn’t say that too loud in public about your um... appendage, but just stop overanalyzing this, Heather. I’ve already explained why you’re a perfect girl for someone like me. I can’t get you pregnant, and you can’t become pregnant. We’re not being unfair to each other. 

I’m not going to lie and tell you that I wouldn’t prefer you had something else between your legs. In the grand scheme of things, it just doesn’t really matter to me.” 

“But what if I was plain looking?” I said, pressing the point. Looking frustrated, Jimmy responded, “Then, I probably never would have asked you out. Is that what you wanted to hear? I can’t help finding you attractive. I’ve been watching.

 Every man in here has looked over at you. I wouldn’t doubt if most if not all would desire to take you to his bed, whether he’s married or not. There’s a quality to your beauty that I can’t quantify. Without knowing that you’re intelligent, funny and have a heart of gold, they’re wishing they were me at the moment. 

I think you’d be happier if you just accepted being a beautiful young woman and stop questioning why me or any other man finds you attractive.” I could feel my face redden. Looking down at the table for a moment, I said, “Thank you. 

I do appreciate your compliments but understand how hard it is for me to accept someone thinking I’m beautiful. I mean, in high school, I was told I was cute, but girls just flat didn’t like me. 

They preferred the jocks. I just can’t believe I’m as attractive as you say.” Jimmy reached across the table to gently touch my face. He smiled so sweetly, “Trust me, Heather. You are damned beautiful and I feel extremely lucky to be here with you.

  ‘Getting ready for a date with a man seems to have become a habit with me’, I thought as I looked into the mirror with my mouth wide open applying my mascara. 

It was Friday afternoon and here I was once again hurrying to get ready for a date. I looked down at the top of the vanity, which I never dreamed I’d ever own, and marveled at the dizzying array of cosmetics lying there. Some of it just a few months ago, I wouldn’t even be able to name and now they’re must-haves. 

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I wear a ton of make-up, but you want to go that extra mile for a special date. And I really felt tonight was a special date with Jimmy. I was excited – even more so than going out with Dylan. I was also nervous – not because I’d be out in public dressed as a woman.

 I was beyond that. I was nervous because I really liked him, and I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I put the mascara brush down and stared at myself shaking my head. How did I get here? For the millionth time, I thought to myself how I had never been attracted to guys before, and yet, once again, I was falling for a man – and I was falling for him hard. I thought of him all the time. 

I wanted to be with him. Looking over at the little black dress I’d laid out on my bed, I thought, how the hell am I going to deal with going back to being Harry? 

I picked up the lipstick I was going to wear tonight and rolled the case between my fingers with long, painted nails. Can I walk away from this? I know there’s more to being a woman than just wearing make-up, dresses, and nail polish, but being Harry means never wearing it. So help me, I do love all this.

Can I be satisfied with now being Harry the cross-dresser, hiding in my apartment to dress up on weekends? 

How much were my thoughts now being shaped by the hormones I was taking?

 If I stopped feminizing myself, would I go back to feeling ridiculous wearing the bra and panties and make-up I was now wearing? 

I looked deep into the eyes of the woman staring back at me in the mirror. I saw her silently ask ‘What did being Harry ever do for you anyway?’ 

I glanced down at the clock and aloud said, “Oh my God! He’ll be here soon!” I opened the lipstick and twisted it up and applied it without a second thought. I then dropped it into the clutch that matched my dress. 

I posed a few moments in my bra and panties, and made kissy faces at the mirror. I then picked up the dress and slipped it on. 

“Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you are?” asked Jimmy as he held my hand across the table at a very expensive restaurant. Feeling embarrassed and shaking my head I smiled, “About a million times tonight alone.” Jimmy grinned a satisfied grin, “Well, I mean it. I just can’t get over how lucky I am to be here with you tonight. 

You could have pretty much any guy you wanted.” As he rubbed his thumb gently over my knuckles, I said, “Well yes and no. You know my secret.” Jimmy flashed a sheepish grin, “Along with about half a dozen co-workers, but Heather, I’d never expose you in a million years.”

 “That’s not what I meant,” I said. “You know who I am. I don’t think I could date another guy who didn’t know my little secret. Don’t get me wrong. 

You’re a great guy and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.” Jimmy smiled and asked, “You mean that?” I nodded and he lifted the hand he was holding with both his hands and kissed my fingers. He said, “I’ve

never been so taken before with any woman. You are so undeniably and completely feminine.” I blushed a crimson red, “Thank you. 

I really appreciate that. I don’t believe it for a second, but thanks for saying it.” Shaking his head, Jimmy frowned in that boyish way he does when he gets serious, “Heather, you really need to accept who you are. 

If you weren’t the most gorgeous, most exciting woman I’ve ever met, we probably wouldn’t be here right now. Like I said, I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you tonight. 

Believe me. I love women. I can’t imagine you being anything other than the beautiful woman I see right now.” I blushed again. “Thank you,” was about all I could manage to say. I couldn’t help but feel he was only reacting to my current appearance. 

Would he still feel the same if he saw me naked with my small budding breasts and shrinking penis? Jimmy suddenly jumped up, “Well crap. Please excuse me a minute. I knew I should have relieved myself before I picked you up, but I was too anxious to see you. I’ll be back in two shakes.” I watched him as he walked away towards the men’s room. 

I couldn’t help myself as I wondered what he looked like naked. I never used to give men a second thought, but as he disappeared around a corner, I decided I didn’t like being away from him. He was only gone a few minutes. 

My happiness ticked up a few notches when I saw him round the corner on the way back. On his way back to our table, he paused a moment at another table. The man, who was with a rather unattractive woman, waved him over. They talked for a minute, and I saw Jimmy laugh and nod his head. My blood went suddenly cold when I discovered I recognized the man Jimmy was talking to. The man saw me looking and waved at me with a stupid grin. 

He turned back to his date after she said something to him as Jimmy walked away. Jimmy noticed I was watching and grinned as he sat down, “Do you know that guy?”

Frowning, I said, “Yeah. He’s David something. He’s the first guy I dated – almost turned me off of men. What did he say to you?” Jimmy laughed, “He stops me, looking all serious and says, ‘Hey man. I hate to break this to you, but I feel I should warn you that the chick you’re with is actually a dude.’”

 “Oh my God,” I said feeling ill. 

“See? I really don’t look as much as a woman as you keep saying.” Jimmy frowned at me and continued, “He also said, ‘I know it’s hard to believe that such a beautiful chick has a cock.’ 

When I asked if he’d seen your cock, he admitted he hadn’t. His friend told him you were a shemale, and that’s why he agreed to go on a date with you. Apparently he’s a shemale admirer.” Wanting to shrink into a tiny ball, I said, “He exposed himself to me. He thought I was easy sex.” 

Grinning at my discomfort, Jimmy asked, “Did you like what you saw?” Feeling suddenly indignant, I said, “Look, despite what you men think, women don’t want to see random penises flashed at them. 

And no, I wasn’t interested in men then, so his showing me that deeply offended me!” Jimmy smiled and said, “Oh. You weren’t interested in men then. 

I’m happy you’re into men now.” Letting out an exasperated sigh, “I swear, guys are always twisting around what I say.” Smiling, Jimmy said, “Well he did say you don’t put out, that you’re just a cock tease. 

I laughed at that and said to him that I see in you a beautiful, intelligent and confident woman and with obvious good taste. 

His date scowled at me when I said that. From the excessive make-up and broad shoulders, I’d bet my next paycheck she has a cock.” “Do you think less of me because I went out with a guy like that?” I asked.

Jimmy laughed and said, “Hey, all women date assholes every once in a while. So no, I don’t think less of you. The fact that you didn’t have sex with him raises my estimation of you.” 

I looked over at David and his trans date. 

I asked, “When you get down to brass tacks, what’s the difference between David being here with his girlfriend and you being here with me?” I could feel depression setting in. Jimmy just sat in silence studying me for a minute. 

With a serious expression, he said, “David there wants to be with an obvious man dressed as a woman. I’m here with an obvious woman who used to dress as a man.” 

  Smiling at Jimmy from the passenger seat of his car, I said, “It’s still early on a Friday night. Would you like to come inside for coffee or a soda or something?” Jimmy had just brought me back to my apartment building. Laughing, Jimmy asked, “Or something? How can I turn down an invitation like that?” 

After getting out of his car, Jimmy took my hand, and we walked slowly back to my apartment. I was feeling all dreamy. I looked over at Jimmy and gave him a small smile. My emotions were again all over the map. 

I recognized this feeling. It’s the same as when I decided I was in love with Dylan. Was I in love with Jimmy? I know that sounds stupid, but I’ve never felt this way being with any other man, including 

Dylan. “Just make yourself at home,” I said after unlocking the door and opening it. “Thanks. Don’t mind if I do,” said Jimmy as he entered my apartment. 

The huge bouquet of flowers he’d brought me covered most of the space on my kitchen table. Jimmy walked over to my stereo and turned it on and changed the station to a soft-rock station. 

“I love this station,” he said. “Me too,” I said, though I usually listen to smooth jazz. I stood in front of the fridge and asked, “Do you want anything?”

Jimmy smiled at me, “I’m fine in that department. I would like to dance, though.” “I’m not a very good dancer,” I said as I walked over to him. “Neither am I,” said Jimmy as he spread his arms in an obvious gesture to invite me to dance with him. I took his hand and slid my arm around his shoulder. Jimmy grinned as he began to lead me in a slow dance. 

I’m a lousy dancer and I’m much worse dancing backward, but being in Jimmy’s arms and held close to him, more than made up for it. I laid my head on his shoulder as we swayed back and forth. 

The next song to play was Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. I began to melt in Jimmy’s arms. He bent his head down and kissed me as I closed my eyes. I moaned ever so softly as he held me closer as we kissed. 

I was suddenly in heaven. I never wanted this moment to end. Jimmy pushed his hips towards me and I couldn’t help but feel the hard bulge in his pants. I was really turning him on. 

We continued to kiss as we danced. The kisses were lasting longer and getting more passionate. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and pressed my tongue against his. 

I lowered my hand and felt his raging hard-on through his pants. Jimmy moaned as I gave it a squeeze. I slid my hand over the top of his pants and I pushed my hand into his pants. 

As we continued to kiss, I grabbed his penis through his underwear. It was both weird and exciting to feel a cock that wasn’t mine. I was encouraged by Jimmy’s low moan when I wrapped my fingers around his hard penis. 

I gave Jimmy one more long, deep kiss, then smiling at him, I slid down to my knees. Remembering that trying to do this didn’t go so well with Dylan, I unbuttoned Jimmy’s pants and slowly slid the zipper down. I looked up to see Jimmy watching me with a giant goofy grin. 

I pulled his pants and underwear down and there in all its glory was Jimmy’s rock hard cock staring at me. ‘Are you really ready for this’, I thought. ‘Girl, once you go down this path, you might not be able to come back’. I slid my hand back and forth on his long, hard shaft so Jimmy wouldn’t realize I was hesitating. I took a deep breath and slid his penis into my mouth. 

I really didn’t want to think about what you normally use a penis for, and oddly, I wondered what my mother would say if she saw me with another guy’s manhood in my mouth. Jimmy’s loud groan of pleasure assured me I was doing something right. 

My emotions ran the gamut from up to down. Jimmy suddenly pulled himself from my mouth. He gently took my arm and helped me back to my feet. I surprised myself by feeling disappointed that he took his penis away. Jimmy looked at me and smiled and simply said, “Come.” His pants fell to the floor. 

He led me back to my bedroom. 

He pulled the sheets back on my bed and lay down. He grinned at me and patted the sheets. I smiled back at him, but just stood at the foot of my bed, hesitating. 

Oh my God. He’s wanting me to lay in bed with him. He wants to have sex. He knows I don’t have a vagina and he still wants sex. But do I want it? 

Do I really want to go that far? I mean, it was bad enough giving him a blowjob just now. Do I really want to go to that next level? It’s kinda stupid really. I barely know him… and not only that, he’s a guy. 

Is that what I want? It’s insane for me to even consider getting into bed with him. I looked at him smiling from my bed, patting the sheets. 

I’m thinking too much. I know it’s crazy and that I’ve only known him really for a few days, but I’ve fallen in love with Jimmy. Let’s face it. 

Despite still having some parts, I’m no longer a man. He’s now the opposite sex and… and… Fuck it. He’s here. I’m here. And… I almost jumped onto the bed and gave Jimmy a long, deep passionate kiss. 

He embraced me, slid the zipper to my dress down, and pulled it from my shoulders until I was down to just my bra and panties. I helped him remove his shirt and revealed a well muscled chest and defined abs. 

He was gorgeous and having that thought no longer brought pangs of guilt. We wrestled in the bed for a while, Jimmy squeezing and kissing my budding breasts and sucking on my hardened nipples while my hand kept his big hard cock busy. I don’t know where he had it, but Jimmy slipped on a condom.

 I knew what was coming next, and now, I wanted him so bad.

 I was still afraid of what it meant for me, but I no longer cared. It hurt when he entered me, lying on my back with my legs spread wide. There was no going back now. The door to my new future opened wide… 

I woke up the next morning with my butt on fire. 

How many times did he poke me? With bleary eyes, I looked at my clock and saw the time. I started to panic thinking I was going to be late for work. 

And then I realized it was Saturday and heaved a sigh of relief. I rolled over to hug my man, but there was no one besides me. A wave of disappointment rolled over me as I thought, Oh no! He left. 

Was I just a one night stand? And then I heard the toilet flush. Still naked, Jimmy came out of the bathroom and got back into bed with me. 

He gave me a kiss and said, “Good morning, beautiful.” I kissed him back and smiling said, “You’re still here.” Jimmy laughed and said, “Of course I’m still here, darling.” 

He kissed me again. He said, “I’m going to make you breakfast.” “You don’t have to do that. I can…” I began to say. “I insist!” He kissed me again and got out bed and headed towards the kitchen. I thought ‘wow’. 

Lots of firsts for me today. I got out of bed and slid my panties back on to hide my shrinking penis. For the first time in my life, I decided I didn’t like my penis and wished I didn’t have it. I don’t even remember the last time I stood up to pee… When I got to the kitchen, Jimmy was busy scrambling eggs and frying bacon. He had retrieved his underwear from the living room floor so he wasn’t totally naked. He looked over at me when I entered the kitchen and smiled. He said, “Naked boobs! My favorite!” He leaned over and kissed one of my breasts before finishing up with the scrambled eggs. 

After he slid the eggs off to a platter, I turned him around and wrapped my arms around Jimmy’s neck and pulled myself close to him. I felt a tingle as his naked skin pressed into mine. I kissed him deeply.

 I said with a grin, “If it means getting breakfast the next morning, you can fuck me anytime.” Jimmy grinned back and said, “Sounds like a deal to me!” 

He drew me close again and kissed me passionately. He pressed his growing hardness into my panties. The eggs got cold… 

  “You didn’t!” said Jennifer from behind her reception desk. “Oh my God! I knew he was perfect for you!” 

“I did,” I said wearing a silly grin. 

“How did you know?” Jennifer came from around her desk and gave me a girly hug. She said, “For one thing girl is that glow you’re wearing. The other thing is that you’re walking funny.” Smiling sheepishly I said, “Yeah. 

We pretty much made a weekend of it. We… um, we skipped Six Flags this weekend.” Jennifer hugged me again and said, “I’m happy for you, girl. You made the right choice. I think anyway.” 

“Ms. Rogers?” I said standing in Ms. Rogers’ doorway. “Can I see you a moment?” “Of course!” said Ms. Rogers, smiling. “Come on in. I’m about to send that email that says how you’re going to return to being Harry. I’d like for you to read it first.”

“About that…” I said, sitting primly in the chair in front of her desk. “I… I’m not going back to being Harry.” Looking surprised, Ms. Rogers asked, “Really? I thought you were desperate to get back to being a guy.” I stared at my hands and fidgeted a bit. I said sheepishly, “I was. But… um… I’ve met this guy.” Frowning slightly, Ms. Rogers said, “I do hope you’re not making a life altering decision just because of a man.” 

I smiled weakly and looked her straight into her eyes and said firmly, “It’s not just that. I realized this weekend finally, that this is who I am. This is how I’m most comfortable. 

And I’m happy. God help me, Ms. Rogers. For the first time in my life I feel truly happy.” Ms. Rogers smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re happy, Heather. I really am. 

I just want to make sure you’re making an informed decision and not an emotional one. It’s very obvious how much you’ve grown and improved as Heather.” “Thank you, Ms. Rogers,” I said. “I know who I am now. 

I’ve closed the door on my past life.” Ms. Rogers got up and walked around her desk and motioned for me to stand up. She gave me a hug and said, “Congratulations, Heather. You realize you didn’t pick the easiest path, right?” I smiled and with the greatest confidence, said, “I know. But I picked the most rewarding.”

 How did I ever reach this point? 

My whole life leading up to this day. Who would have ever believed this? I always assumed that one day I’d get married, but I never dreamed that I’d be the one wearing the wedding dress, my dad at my side holding my arm. I looked over at Dad.

 He smiled at me. Today, he’d told me how proud he was of his daughter. That was quite a coup considering that a little over a year ago when I announced to my parents that I was becoming a woman, I was screamed at and told never to come back, and now, here he was, holding my arm and leading me down the aisle... and my mom, sitting on the front row, looking back at me with tears in her eyes. I quickly scanned those that were seated. 

Most of my office mates were there. Jerry, my next-door neighbor was there. This was going to be the last time he got to ogle at me as I’d already moved in with Jimmy. Thelma was in attendance as well. She grinned broadly as I passed by. 

I looked straight ahead as we neared the altar. Standing there looking nervous stood my handsome soon-to-be husband. Say it with me… “Husband…” It still doesn’t seem real to me yet. I’m about to marry a man. 

I’ll be changing my last name to his. And even though we’d tried out the new plumbing quite a bit after I healed enough, I was looking forward to consummating our marriage. After the reception, we were catching a flight to Hawaii for our honeymoon.

 I was so excited! And on the other side of Jimmy stood my gorgeous Maid of Honor, Jennifer. I have to say, if it wasn’t for her, I doubt I’d be walking down the aisle. She looked stunning. 

She’d helped me get into my dress and did my make-up for me. I love her so much! Dad and I stopped our procession just before the altar. The preacher said, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” 

Tears in his eyes, Dad said, “Her mother and I do.” I stepped up onto the altar and smiled at Jimmy. To think this all began with a totally stupid office bet. Looking at the gorgeous man that I’m about to become the wife of, I was so glad I took that bet. We made our vows before God, our parents and all our friends and kissed for the first time as husband and wife. Finally, I was happy. 

The End.