How Vitamins Changed My Life Into Women - Part 2

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One day while I was jogging around the block and through the park I saw two guys (teenagers) watching me from a bench. I had to pass them to finish the jog. 

I tried to fix my hair and straighten myself up. 

I could only walk back to the house after being so violated. I'm glad they didn't want to fuck me. I would surely be dead if they found out I was really a guy. I reached the house and immediately showered. 

I woke early and was showering the next morning when Mandy came into the bathroom as I stepped out. 

Usually, she was gone when I showered and she came to an abrupt stop and just looked at me. She put her hand over her mouth and gasped. 

"You have boobs! And look at your curves and ass. 

What's happening to you"? I seriously didn't see the huge changes over the past few months but knew my things were getting tighter. I started to tear up as she came up to me and hugged me. "We'll have to get you checked out and see what's wrong. 

OK? I'll make an appointment with my doctor for Saturday. Now get dressed so we can talk a bit before I go." 

I dried myself and looked at myself from top to bottom. If you take away my head, I did look like a budding teenager. 

When I held up a mirror and looked from behind, my shoulder-length hair draped over my shoulders, my narrow waist leading to my now very curvy ass did look like a girl's body. I needed to see a doctor and figure out what was happening.

I had now been out of work for over a year and for all intense and purposes, looked like a pubescent girl, not a 30-something man. 

Mandy and I drove to the doctor on Saturday morning. I felt so bad she couldn't get a manicure or pedicure. I was upsetting her schedule. 

The doctor was Mandy's gynecologist. It was the only doctor who could see me in such short notice. 

We sat in the waiting room as Mandy was called up to the desk. "Are you sure you're in the right office Mrs. Cumming's. This say's Victor Cummings but all I see is a girl." 

Mandy whispered and came back to the seat patting me on my leg. The only clothes I could fit in was a bright pink workout suit with the words "Hot Stuff" on the bottom. 

I ordered them as a joke for Mandy. 

My feet were smaller and I could fit into Mandy's pink and white tennis shoes. 

My hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I wore a baseball hat with my ponytail sticking out the opening to hide my face. My top showed signs of my budding breasts. I now filled the nearly A cup and had to get new bras soon.

We were called into the office and I sat on the examining table with stirrups in place. Mandy sat in a chair waiting for the doctor. 

The door opened and a woman doctor around 40 walked in. She was dressed in a pink skirt suit with tan nylons, 4" heels, manicured fingernails, and made up very beautifully. Her hair was cut in a very reserved style. 

She sat down and began to ask why we were there. She knew I signed in as Victor but didn't want to jump to any conclusions. After about 10 minutes she asked if it was alright to examine me. I felt embarrassed. I had only undressed in front of Mandy. Mandy held my hand and told me it was all right. I removed my sneakers and pink socks, jogging top, my camisole, my bra, lowered my pants, and removed my panties. She handed me a gown and I pulled it up to my body to hide my breasts. "Take a seat on the table, OK?" I sat back up on the examining table as she had me lay back. "Now put your feet into these stirrups for me." I did so and felt so open, so vulnerable. She proceeded to examine me from head to toe. She probed my butt feeling for my prostate, felt my testicles, measured my cock and even stroked it to erection while measuring it's length and size. She paid special attention to my breasts, massaging them, fondling them, squeezing them and cupping them to determine size. 

She felt my glands, measured muscle tone, fat density, took blood, urine and had me even masturbate in a side restroom to get a semen sample (little as it was). 

There was really nothing left to check. She asked me about my diet, my exercise routine, the past years history and if I took any medications or supplements. I told her about the supplements and she wanted Mandy to bring back a sample of all the pills I was taking.

After an hour she told me I could get dressed. Mandy helped me and giggled when she saw the bra was too tight for me. I was now a 36B. 

I dressed and we went to her office. She told us that she thinks that somehow I was subjected to massive doses of female hormones and that it was too late to stop the changes. She believed I was chemically neutered. 

I was somehow introduced to very strong doses and I should prepare for the worse. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was too much to comprehend. She would rush the samples and hope to have word back to us by Monday morning. She told us to go home and try to relax. It wasn't life threatening but may be life changing.

Mandy and I left and went home. We didn't talk until we got home. She sat me down on the couch and we discussed what the doctor said, our alternatives and choices for our future. 

Mandy knew she couldn't have children so that wasn't a problem. My body changes would continue though and we had to figure out how to cope with them and how we were going to live our lives together. 

We spent the evening crying in each others arms, laughing about having to buy a new wardrobe, being mad that I could be so stupid taking strange drugs, and sitting silent wondering what was to come next.

Sunday came and went. We basically tried avoiding each other waiting for the results from the tests. 

Monday morning came and the phone rang at 10AM. It was the doctor. Mandy took the call and I could see her eyes well up as she took a tissue and wiped away the tears. She hung up the phone and took my hand. We sat at the kitchen table as she told me the results. I was truly chemically neutered. 

My testicles were useless and it was doubtful my male member would ever perform with the hormone regimen I was being recommended to undertake. I had to make some choices that needed to be addressed in the next year. We talked again for hours with more tears. 

I felt so horrible that I even told her what had happened in the park a week earlier. I felt compelled to tell her everything. She was shocked and in awe. I could tell she was hurt but she paid more attention to me and my feelings at the moment.

I finally held Mandy's hand and told her how sorry I was, how stupid it was for me to take the "vitamins" without asking more questions, and how stupid it was of me not to get help when I first started noticing the changes in my body. She told me it was all right and that we would live together as a couple. 

I still loved her and she loved me. How was I ever going to be her Victor ever again.

We were asked to meet with the doctor on Friday. Mandy had me make sure I was clean and wore as conservative panties and bra for the doctor's visit. 

Mandy and I had gone shopping on Wednesday and had me fitted for a new bra. I was a 36B. We purchased some new ones with underwire, and padding and a real sexy one from Victoria's Secret. It had a matching panty that Mandy made sure we purchased too.

 The new bras did fit much better and I now looked like a budding teenager in my clothes. Small but noticeable boobs, yes boobs. I wore a neutral-colored jogging suit for our visit not to draw too many looks from the girls in the office.

We entered the office and sat waiting our turn for the doctor. 

We both went to the examining room and waited for the doctor. She came in and asked to disrobe again and had another thorough examination. 

This time she spent a lot of time in my ass saying she needed to evaluate my prostate. I hate to say it but it did feel good. She felt up my now full tits sending a shiver down my spine as she measured and brushed my nipple.

 I closed my eyes so I wouldn't look like I enjoyed it too much. I could tell Mandy knew what was going on and as I opened my eyes I could see a little smirk on her face. I immediately blushed knowing she caught me.

The doctor just went through the examination drawing more blood, taking another semen sample and some odd tests with my feces. That was something new. She told me to get dressed and meet her in her office again. Mandy helped me with my bra and camisole as I finished dressing. 

I looked at her and she smiled saying, "It felt pretty good didn't it?" as I looked to the ground blushing again. We finished up and went to the doctor's office. 

We sat listening to all of the options. She discussed hormone treatments because I wasn't producing any male hormones anymore and needed a balance in my system, cosmetic options (face, breast, and body), and yes, the final surgery. I was also told to stop taking the "vitamins". 

Way too much in too short a period of time to even consider. Mandy was listening very close and asked a million questions. 

I was basically sitting there contemplating my new life and reflecting on my old one. Mandy was given pages and pages of information as we stood up and left the doctor's office.

We drove home quietly as we picked up some things in the grocery store for dinner. I unpacked the things and began fixing dinner as usual. I prepared a nice light meal of chicken breasts, broccoli and a salad. 

We ate only talking about insignificant things. I cleaned up and joined Mandy in the living room watching TV. I sat on the couch next to her as she reached over and stroked my hair. I looked at her as she said, "Well what should we call you now dear?" I just cried as she held me in her arms. I was going to be a girl, her girl.

After composing myself I could tell Mandy wanted to discuss the new arrangements. She didn't want to change my name too much so we settled on Victoria, Vicky for short. Kind of like the movie isn't it? We discussed sleeping arrangements, bathroom things, clothes and closet space, shoe space, and so on and so on until midnight. 

We avoided the changes that would continue to occur with my body. She shut off the TV and said it was time for bed. I followed her and entered our bedroom where only a short time ago we were making passionate love. 

She went to dresser and took out a beautiful baby blue babydoll nightie with matching panties. She handed it too me telling me I would look great wearing it to bed. I removed my jogging suit and lingerie and put on the sheer panties and babydoll. 

It fit perfect with my own boobs filling out the top. Mandy put on a similar babydoll in another color as we climbed into bed. I could feel our bodies meld together as we caressed each other through our finery. She played with my nipples sucking and licking them sending cold shivers down my spine. It was truly a heavenly experience. 

Mandy was making love to me as a girl, her girlfriend, her lesbian girlfriend. I returned her advances and suckled her tits and finally made love to her orally. Her taste was incredible. She was also enjoying the experience as only two girls can do. We slipped into a restful sleep in each others arms.

We woke to bright sunshine and made love again without any penetration. Sorry, my penetration. Mandy took a vibrator out of the drawer and we played with it for over an hour. She had orgasm after orgasm. 

I could tell she was pleased. She then lubed the vibrator up and had me lay on some pillows as she slowly and softly probed my ass and slid the vibrator into me. 

She was very careful and loving and I had, as what I believed, my first orgasm as a girl. 

It was totally different than a man, ejaculating and getting soft. It lasted for what seemed eternity and the feeling was out of this world. 

She knew I loved it and she kissed me deeply as we got up, put on silky robes and went to have some breakfast. We talked more about my bodily changes, my female life, men problems like in the park, clothes, etc, etc. etc. We talked until noon when she said it was time to clean up. 

We showered together as she washed me, playing with my tits and nipples and really treating me like something special. She helped me shave my legs and arm pits and trimmed up my pubes so that I would look better in my panties. I washed her and made her feel like a queen. 

We dried off as she showed me what astringents, moisturizers and creams I need to apply after my shower. She was very understanding when I looked at her quizzically and asked stupid questions. She helped me with my bra and panties as I did her. I felt so loved and yet everything was so unfamiliar to me. I lived with Mandy for over 10 years now and really didn't know everything she went through to look beautiful for me.

Mandy had me put on one of her cashmere sweater sets and a knee-length frilly skirt. She had me put on tan pantyhose too. I felt great in the sweater and skirt and loved the silky fell as the skirt brushed up against my legs. She had me sit in front of the vanity as she worked on my hair, styling it up in a very sexy fluffy style.

 She then proceeded to work on my face explaining all the products and tools (brushes, pads, etc.) she was using to apply the foundations and makeup. She then outlined my lips and put some lipstick on me. She wouldn't let me watch while she worked and then had me look in the mirror when she was finished. I stood up and was amazed. Victor was no more. 

A very pretty girl stared back at me looking very stylish in her skirt and sweater. My face looked beautiful. I could tell it was me but I looked beautiful. Mandy was behind me smiling as she hugged my shoulders. My hair was perfect with little tendrils of curled hair falling around each ear. Mandy went to get herself done as I just stood and stared at myself. I tried posing a bit as Mandy let out a few laughs at me. 

She told me to go find a pair of heels while she finished. I looked in her closet and found a nice white pair with a 4" heel. Mandy told me to try them and see how I walked. They slipped on very easy with the nylons and to tell the truth, they fit great. 

I was very awkward and had trouble balancing in them though. She told me how to take shorter steps, put one foot in front of the other and sway my ass a little. After a few struts down the hall and my rotund ass helping me sway, I got the drift and seemed to handle the heels well.

Mandy finished and rummaged through her closet for a few minutes. She came back into the bathroom and put a few things into a white purse. 

She turned and said, "OK Vicky, time to introduce you to your new life." With that she took my hand and led me to the kitchen, She handed me "my" purse and told me to look inside see the things a girl needed. She put in lipsticks, powder, lip liner, eye liner, mascara, hair brush, comb, eyelash curler, blush, concealer stick and a few other things I'm sure I would need. 

Mandy even threw two tampons in my purse. I asked her about them and she said every girl needs protection during her time of the month. I blushed as she told me how they were sued. She even had a wallet in the same color in the purse. She handed me some Kleenex and said that every girl needs some Kleenex just for emergencies. She even sprayed on some perfume behind my ear, on my wrists and behind my knees. I had seen Mandy do this before but just figured she liked the smell. I noticed the flowery scent and knew it was me. I got goose bumps thinking that I smelled just heavenly.

I took my old wallet and transferred my cards and other stuff into my new wallet. I still had all my old cards in the name of Victor. We would have to change everything including my driver's license. 

Mandy then took my arm and attached a woman's watch, the one I gave to her two years ago. My arm was noticeable smaller and it fit me perfect. 

The other arm she attached a gold bangle. 

A fake diamond ring on my right hand and the special present was her set of old wedding rings. I bought her a bigger diamond and new band on our fifth anniversary. She took off my wedding ring and put on her set as a gift to me. 

They were a little tight but I was so proud being her "husband" at that moment I could have cried. Mandy opened the closet and handed me a light coat. "Hey girlfriend, it's time to go on a shopping trip." Wow shopping again, I guess it's just a girls thing.

We got in the car with her driving and headed off to the mall. Sitting in the car felt odd with my legs open to the air and not covered with pants. She told me how to sit making sure my skirt was smoothed out and adjusted underneath me and how I needed to sit with my legs together. Being a girl was going to take some work. We got to the mall and had the valet park our car. 

I was advised to swing my legs out slowly so I didn't flash everyone. I stood up and took my purse as Mandy hooked my arm in hers as we strutted off to the stores. We shopped and shopped until I got so tired that me feet couldn't walk any more. 

She suggested we sit and have a few cocktails. We found a nice bistro and ordered some fancy cocktails. Mandy had a Cosmopolitan and I had the same. I felt so girly, all dressed up and with Mandy…….my wife.

I was getting a bit tipsy when Mandy said it was time to get some special things at Frederick's. I knew Fredericks from buying Mandy some things at Christmas but now it was something different. What did she have in mind? We walked in to a lingerie haven. There were corsets, garters, babydolls, bras, stockings, sex toys, and bustiers all around me in all colors imaginable. We had a ball holding things up and showing off a little. Mandy wanted me to get a beautiful black push up corset with garters, matching panties and silk stockings. I knew my bra size was changing so Mandy suggested I have the sale girl measure me. She wanted a true measurement without the sweater and went into the changing room for a fitting. I removed my sweater and the girl put the tape around me and made a few measurements. She told me to take off my bra and skirt and she would be right back. I quickly took off my bra feeling very naked and took off my skirt hanging it on a hook.

The salesgirl just came back in to the room with her hands full of things. My arms were crossed over my tits. I felt embarrassed revealing my new tits to another girl other than Mandy. 

She told me to relax, she did this with girls all the time. I lowered my arms and looked down. My tits were very perky and my silver dollar aerole's and nipples were so cute. 

My nipples were hard too and the salesgirl noticed. She told me to raise my arms as she wrapped the corset around my body. She brushed my nipple sending some tingles through me. 

I bet she knew it too because I saw a smile on her face. She hooked me into the corset and started pulling on the strings in the back. She said the she would tighten it so that I could get the full effect on my waist and cleavage. I could barely breathe as she pulled tighter on the strings.

Finally she said she was all done and I could breathe normal. Normal, that was ridiculous, I could only take short breaths because of the damned thing. What I did notice is than my tits were pushed up very high and I had some major cleavage.

 I mean major. My B cups looked absolutely phenomenal. The salesgirl was also impressed as she adjusted the garters. 

"Now how about the panties and the stockings?" I couldn't let her know my secret so I asked her if I could change alone. 

She looked at me sadly. I think she wanted to see me without panties and try something. She said OK and left the room. I changed panties and my hose putting on the new ones with the sheer black stockings. I couldn't believe how sexy I felt in the new things and with my cleavage showing off to the world. 

"Are you decent yet dear?" the salesgirl asked as I hurried and adjusted myself in the panties. "I'm done." I said as she hurried into the room. She stood back and whistled, yes whistled. 

"My, oh my, you are absolutely beautiful. She reached forward and hugged me, our tits touching as she kissed me on the cheek, lingering for a moment. She pulled back but not fully as we stood face to face. I could tell she liked what she saw and I blushed knowing what effect I was having on this girl.

We stood staring for what seemed forever and then it happened. She leaned forward and ever so sweetly and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. My eyes were open the whole time but hers were closed.

 Her lips were so sweet, so soft, so supple. She pulled her head back, opened her eyes and smiled. 

I was overwhelmed with feelings at the moment. She reached forward with her hand and placed it on my shoulder. Her other hand gently stroked the tops of my tits which were busting out of the corset. I just stood there confused what was happening. She then dropped one arm and put it behind my back. 

She beckoned me to come closer to her as our lips met in a more passionate kiss, our tongues dancing with each other and our lipstick meshing with each others. I was getting turned on, really turned on. 

The little guy downstairs didn't respond at all but I was feeling butterfly's in my stomach and a warmth I'd never felt before overtake me. Our kiss became a struggle for dominance as she kissed my neck, my bosom, and back up to my lips. 

She nibbled my ears and back to my mouth. All my instincts said no but my emotions let it flow. She even took my hand and guided it down to her love nest pushing me to feel her up and finger her. 

I knew what to do by being with Mandy but This girl wanted another "girl" to finger her. I stroked her and played with her clit while still embraced in a loving sensual kiss until she shuddered knowing she just had an orgasm. We finally stopped kissing and she nuzzled against me as she stroked my tits. I was hot, out of breath and turned on. 

The salesgirl looked up at me and smiled in acknowledgement of our lustful exchange. 

I could tell she enjoyed every minute together. "By the way dear, my name is Stacy. Please come back soon so I can show you some more wonderful things……and lingerie too." She smiled again knowing I too loved every second of our bonding.

I needed to sit. I looked her in the eye and told her I had to sit. She led me to a couch in the changing room where I sat in my new things reflecting on what had just happened. I was hit on by a girl believing I was a real girl. I felt so wanted, so sexy and just so damned confused. 

She gave me a glass of water and fixed my lipstick that was smudged on my face. She kissed me again gently as she led me to the restroom where I could fix myself up before going back to Mandy.

Before I did I put my sweater and skirt back on over my new things, I put my bra, nylons and undies in a bag, put on my heels and took my purse to fix my makeup.

I could smell her sex on my fingers and hand and washed them before fixing myself up. Her aroma was quite sexy though and I was still turned on from what just happened. I did taste my finger before I washed up and was pleased with how sweet her nectar tasted.

Mandy must have wondered what in the world was taking so long. I redid my lip liner, blush, powered myself, reapplied mascara, spritzed on some more perfume on my neck and wrists and straightened my hair. 

I looked as good as gold. I was ready to reenter reality and go see Mandy. The sweater looked great with my new push up look but the heels had to go. I need a black pair to set everything off.

I came out into the store and Mandy was holding up some dresses. She caught me coming out and came up to me asking what took so long. She winked at me. Yes, she actually winked. What was that, I mean why the wink? She saw my shoes and then my new cleavage. "Wow, you look simply smashing Vicky." I blushed again acknowledging the compliment. 

Those heels have to go though dear and why don't you try on this dress. I think you will look marvelous with your new titties. She called them titties. I never called hers titties before. I took the dress as she handed me a pair of 5" black stilettos. I went in the back room hoping not to meet up again with the salesgirl. I quickly changed into the skimpy dress adjusting it to fit over the corset and realized how much of me now showed. I was almost bare on top. My tits were bursting out of the corset and my legs looked great in the short, tight dress. I looked myself over in the mirror and couldn't believe it was really me. I was a curvy, voluptuous hottie. I put on the new high heels and put my things into the bag, straightened everything and then made my debut to Mandy. Her jaw dropped when I came out. She was speechless. I approached her as she reached out and just hugged me saying I was so beautiful. I felt so sexy right at that moment, so beautiful and just a girl.

Mandy paid for everything and said we had two more stops. 

The first was the jewelry store where I had three sets of piercings in each ear with two sets of different-sized diamonds in the top two holes and one set of dangling gold chandelier earrings in the lower hole. 

Off to the next stop. Mandy said this was something special. 

I could feel men staring at us, no me, as we walked through the mall. I felt like eye candy and on display for all the lecherous men. One man even approached us offering to carry our bags. So chivalrous but we declined his offer. I looked up and saw the Forever Spa. 

This is where Mandy went every Saturday for her manicure and pedicure. She looked at me, smiled and nodded. "Yes dear time to be pampered."

We went in and Mandy was surrounded by three women who took her bags and took her coat. 

She introduced me as her sister, Vicky who was staying with her for a few months. They all giggled and helped me with my things. They commented on my dress, my figure, my hair and looked at my hands. 

My hands were a real mess. I never took good care of them and I was in desperate need of major work. They told me I would be well taken care of as they led Mandy and me back into the salon. 

I was entering the inner realm reserved for women. There were side rooms with women getting their eyebrows waxed. One room was designed for leg and bikini waxes, one room for pedicures, manicure stations, hair styling chairs, and everything else to make a woman beautiful. 

The back rooms were reserved for massages, facials, aromatherapies, mud masks, and so on. I could get a complete makeover but today was just the pedicure and manicure. I was shown to a dressing room with Mandy and asked to remove my dress, heels and stockings and put on a smock. 

Mandy showed me what to do as we hug up out things and sat in the chairs to have our feet pampered. We were first given a glass of Champagne to relax and our feet were pout into a warm bubbling, soapy tub as we soaked for 15 minutes. 

I felt so comfortable now after walking around all day in my new heels. 

Our feet were dried as we were given more champagne. Next came the buffing, the filing, the clipping, the leg massage, the foot reflexology massage and finally the nail preparation and polishing. More champagne was served during the entire process too. Wow, this was really the life. I felt so wonderful. Our toes were separated and we were given slippers to go sit at the manicure station. I sat next to Mandy as they removed our jewelry and rings and our hands and arms were massage, our fingernails soaked, trimmed, cuticles pushed back, and prepared for polish.

Mandy whispered to my manicurist as she told me to sit back for a minute while I looked over at Mandy getting her nails polished. 

The manicurist came back with a small box and buffed my nails in preparation for some extensions. 

One by one, each nail was attached with half inch long tips on my new acrylic nails. They were trimmed perfectly and polished with the same color as Mandy's and the same color as my toenails. 

My hands seemed thinner as the rings were put back on and my watch reattached and the bangle slid up my hand on to my wrist. The rings seemed to go on easier too from the oils and lotions they applied during the manicure. Wow, my hands and feet looked tremendous, just like Mandy's.

As out fingers and toes dried we chit chatted about the day, the clothes and being a girl. I told her how I loved the experience and she told me forget the experience, this was my new life. I better get used to it. 

Once we were dried we took off the smocks and I put on my stockings and dress making sure not to snag them with my new nails. I adjusted myself, looked in the mirror and saw a gorgeous girl staring back. I couldn't be happier than I was right then. 

I grabbed my purse and headed out to the front where I met Mandy. She paid for everything as the girls who serviced us came out and gave air kisses to both of us. Air kisses, well I guess that's what girls do.

We walked back through the mall and stopped one more time. I was tired but exhilarated. I also had a little more pronounced sway and wiggle in my new heels and dress. Maybe it was the feeling of sexiness and feminine confidence. 

Anyway I did feel like I was on top of the world. 

Mandy took me into the Coach store and picked out a darling purse in black for me. She picked out a new black wallet too for my new purse. I transferred everything into my new purse as we headed out the door. 

One last stop she said. I thought that was two stops ago. I needed a new coat instead of the white one she gave me when we headed out shopping. 

She chose a fox fur lined short leather jacket with fur around the arms and neck. It was stunning and it fit great. "Now were done, wasn't it fun?" she asked as we grabbed all the bags and headed out to the valet.

We stood waiting for the valet as he came up and gave me the once over. He was checking me out. Me, Victor, no Vicky. I really had to get used to this attention. Our car was brought up and our bags stored in the trunk. "OK gorgeous, where shall we have dinner?" I told Mandy she could choose and off we went.

As we drove off and on the highway Mandy looked aver and me with a smile and asked if Frederick's was fun. 

I told her it was great and I loved the lingerie. "No dear, was it fun", she said. How did she know? I blushed again and lowered my head a bit and said I loved the experience. 

"OK Vicky, I know all about the salesgirl. Her name is Stacy and she's a dyke. Great store for a dyke now isn't it? She tried hitting on every woman who's ever entered the store and believe me, some of the stories I've heard form my girlfriends get pretty racy. 

So tell me Vicky, how was she?" I looked at Mandy and said. "I don't want you getting mad at me. There was nothing I could do." With that Mandy let out a loud laugh and told me everything was OK. 

She just wanted to know the juicy stuff. She wasn't mad, jealous, disturbed but saw the humor in it. I proceeded to tell her how I was seduced into kissing and fondling and a little extra fondling of her pussy and clit. 

She knew I couldn't perform and got a kick out of me turning on a dyke. She was also amazed at how decent I fixed myself when I came back into the store. My makeup was done perfect while my perfume wafted all around me. She was very proud of me, not mentioning how I looked with my new assets.

We drove into downtown and stopped right in front of Spago's. The valet opened my door and I swung my legs out like Mandy told me as he took my hand and helped me out of the car. 

Mandy came around and hooked my arm again as we entered the restaurant. The hostess said our reservations would be ready in 30 minutes and would we like to wait at the bar. Reservations.

Mandy set all this up. We gave our coats to the coat check and sauntered over to the bar.

There was the usual preppy crowd, some older men and some 20ish and 30ish aged men in suits and casual clothes sipping on Martini's. Mandy and I took a table for two at the bar and ordered two Cosmopolitans. 

I would have preferred a Bombay Sapphire Martini with a twist but she advised me that the Cosmo was a woman's drink. We were ogled many times as we sipped on our drinks when two men in their 30's approached. 

One looked very casual and one very classy. "How's it going girls?" the casual guy said. Pretty lame pickup line if you ask me. I wondered what was next. "Come here often?" another lame pickup. The classy one said, "Let me guess your blood type. 

If I do you heave to join us for dinner. If not, we'll leave you alone." Now that was original. "Here give me your arm and I will tell you your type."

 I was speechless and Mandy urged me to go ahead, what could go wrong. The man took my arm, caressed my forearm, stroked my hand and looked me directly in the eye, "Your skin and hands are so soft my dear. I can tell you are special. Your "A" Positive". I was dumbstruck. 

How did he know that? He could tell he guessed it from my response. "I'm right aren't I?" as I nodded my head yes. 

"Settled then, you two beautiful women get to join us for dinner." Mandy was speechless too but grabbed my arm and whispered to me, "This could turn out to be fun" as we walked with our dates to a table.

I was helped to me seat as we were handed menu's. Girl-boy-girl-boy as we sat down for dinner. The guys were making some idle chit-chat as Mandy laughed and flirted with the casual gentleman. Dracula kept looking at me and at my chest. I know he wanted some of me, no all of me. 

He asked me some questions and I gave him short answers not wanting to let the conversation go too far. 

Our dinner was served and I had trouble finishing my meal. With my new tightened waist and smaller meals I couldn't eat much anymore. Small meals throughout the day seemed to satisfy me. No desert but the guys selected a cognac for after dinner. I was feel light-headed and asked Mandy to join my in the powder room. 

We both left as I tinkled and fixed my makeup. Another spritz of perfume and I was perfect. Mandy was giggling at how I was turning on my date and how romantic it was. I wasn't trying to do anything obvious, I just wanted this to end. I was very uncomfortable with the situation.

As we came back to the table the guys had our coats. They had paid the bill and said they were taking us to a club. 

Now I was scared but Mandy loved the idea and said yes. Our car could be left with Spago's and we could pick it up any time later that evening. So off to one of the jazz clubs the guy's knew. We walked in and everyone was about our age. 

Mostly couples and mostly dressed in suits and beautiful dresses. We were shown a table and the guys ordered two Cosmo's for us. I really didn't need any more alcohol but my guard was down and I just agreed. 

After my second drink the guys were getting kind of chummy with us. My date asked me to dance and I looked at Mandy for help. I saw her flirting with her date and she pushed my arm for me to go dance. He helped me up and we walked to the dance floor. 

It was a slow song and he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I could feel my tits being pressed up to his strong chest and also smell the scent of his aftershave. It was the same kind I used as Victor. His hand dropped to my ass several times as he caressed by butt. 

I tried not to look directly at him but found it impossible as he changed hands as we danced and repositioned himself with me tight in his arms. 

When the song ended I looked at him and he bent forward and kissed me on my lips. 

It was a gentle kiss but he lingered licking his lips and tasting my lipstick as he pulled away. I was stunned. I was being hit on and felt so weak to refuse his advances. 

He leaned forward again and kissed me more passionately, allowing me to respond. My lips parted as his tongue slowly entered my mouth. My tongue met his and we played together right on the dance floor. I broke our kiss and led him back to the table.

I saw Mandy and her beaux kissing too as I grabbed her arm and told her we had to powder our noses. Mandy got up and followed me into the ladies room. "He kissed me right on the dance floor" I said, almost in tears. Mandy looked at me, tipped my head up and said, "But Vicky, you are now a beautiful lady. You deserve the attention and love a man can give." 

I was confused, a little drunk and scared. My feelings were mixed. I loved how I looked, how I carried myself and even loved the kiss. 

Should I feel this way? Mandy told me to just enjoy it. I would be experiencing a lot more as a woman soon. Just let myself go with the flow. 

I dabbed the tears from my eyes, fixed my makeup and applied new lipstick and made sure my tits looked nice and juicy. Mandy took my arm as we went back to our dates.

The rest of the evening in the bar was the same. I danced with Larry (I finally found out his name). He was an investment banker and was loaded. 

His buddy was Steven, a sportswriter for the Times. 

We danced, drank and kissed and I let myself take everything in. I knew Larry wanted more but not tonight. It was time to leave and our dates escorted us back to Spago's where we picked up our car. 

Mandy and I gave a good night kiss to our beaux's as they got in their car and left. Our car came and I fell into the seat, tired from the day's activities and emotionally spent. I fell asleep before we even got on the highway. 

The next thing I know is that we were back at our house and Mandy was trying to help me into the house. I made it inside, kicked off my heels and started stripping down on my way into the bedroom. Mandy did the same. 

All I could do was take off my dress and stockings before I dropped back onto the pillow and fell asleep.

I woke up with a headache and looked around the room. Mandy was already up and had a nice hot cup of coffee next to me on my dresser. 

I sat up in bed with two pillows behind me trying to remember everything that happened last night. My head hurt too bad to even think so I just laid there in a daze. Mandy came in and said. "Well hello sweety pie, now don't you just look a mess." 

I felt too bad to even think what she was saying. 

Mandy gave me some aspirin as I laid in bed another hour collecting my brains. I got up realizing I still was dressed in my corset, all my jewelry, earrings, and my makeup was a smeared mess. 

My mascara looked like a horror film and my hair was messed up. I definitely wasn't the sexy lady that took Chicago by storm last night. I looked like her worst nightmare.

I could finally function as I asked Mandy to release me from my bindings. I took off my jewelry and stepped into the nice hot shower. 

I washed my hair and removed as much makeup as would come off in the shower. My body was sore, my feet hurt and my mind was numb from all the things happening to me. 

I dried off and saw that I did a terrible job on cleaning my face. Just then Mandy came in and told me how to use dreams and makeup removers. I followed her instructions and got myself cleaned up. 

I had to moisturize then as per her instructions. I put on a regular bra, panties and my good old pink jogging suit as I walked into the kitchen to meet up with Mandy. I sat down and she proceeded to download the events of the evening and what a sexy little one I was for my date. 

My date, I almost forgot. I could taste his aftershave last night and this morning but thought it was mine.

I looked at my hands and feet and got a tickle form how good they looked. I was regaining more function as Mandy served me an egg and a piece of toast. Two boxes were on the counter from last night. 

The restaurant packaged up our uneaten meals and put it in the car for us as leftovers. Almost the entire meal for me so we had some good eats for today. 

Mandy kept describing how proud she was of me, how beautiful I looked, how feminine I acted and what a lousy drunk I was. I looked in the mirror and guess what, I had a hickey on my neck. 

That Larry! I was too old for a hickey. Mandy laughed and I saw one on her neck too. I should have been jealous but we were out as girlfriends last night, not husband and wife.

Mandy told me I now had to take better care of my hands and feet and also my skin. We went into the bathroom and she reviewed the entire moisturizing and lotion process I had to perform every day. I would also be with her every Saturday for a pedicure and manicure at the spa. We went back into the bedroom and tidied up. I picked up my dress that I had thrown on the coffee table and put my heels in my closet. 

My stockings were washed and hung to dry as well as my panties. The corset was going back on according to Mandy. She wanted me to make sure I had all the right curves and corset training would make the difference. 

So I took off my top and bra and raised my arms. Mandy hooked me back up and began tightening the strings again. How could they get much tighter? She finished and I had trouble breathing again. "Short breaths dear. Remember, short breaths." 

I slowed my breathing and adjusted to the corset. I put on my jogging top but realized I was pushing out too far and it looked ridiculous. Mandy threw me a pink low Vee neck sweater that fit perfect. Yep my cleavage was popping out for the world to see again. At least we were home.

Mandy and I did a few chores but basically recuperated from last night. 

Mandy got a call around 3 PM and was quiet as she talked for over an hour. She came in and said Steven wanted to know if we were free next weekend. Larry and he had tickets to the opera and that they wanted us to dress in formal gowns and be their dates. 

I couldn't believe Mandy agreed to the date. I shook my head but she said it was all part of being the new me. She proceeded to tell me where we were going, who we would meet, what dinner would be like and what party we would be attending after the opera. It just wasn't the opera. 

It was Larry's company's annual customer appreciation event for the Chicago elite and we were going as guests. Now I was getting scared. What would I wear, how would I ever pull it off, what if I froze, what if someone knew me, what if, what if, what if?

Mandy calmed me down and told me Larry had arranged for a fitting for the two of us at a posh woman's store in downtown. We had to be there tomorrow for our first fitting. This was all to fast and too much. 

MY mind was troubled and yet excited. 

I nodded at Mandy as she scurried off to plan out the week. I just sat watching TV pondering on how I ever got into this situation. 

Mandy was all abuzz with the party and flitted around the house all night. It was time to retire and I had had enough for the day. I put on a long silky gown and popped into bed, of course after I moisturized and lotioned up. Mandy soon followed and we were asleep soon thereafter.