"Come in, Mr. Philby!" The doctor said. "How are you feeling?"

"Very good, doc," Mr. Philby said with a smile. He walked into the doctor's office and sat down on a chair, crossing his legs, and resting both of his hands on his knee.

"I see you are, what, heading to work after this?"

"Yes. I'd probably be in jeans or leggings otherwise." Mr. Philby laughed. "Skirts are fine, but pantyhose and heels... not if I can help it."

"I imagine that most women say that. I know my wife does." The doctor said with a chuckle.

"So I've heard." Mr. Philby said. "But, anyway, so I've had no issues at all. What do you think, doctor? Do you think I need to come back here again?"

"No, I don't think so." He said, looking over some papers. "I printed all of your information earlier. Your medical is great, and psychologically you're adjusting to having a woman's body very well. I think you're fine."

They talked a little more about minor details, but it wasn't more than five minutes later that Mr. Philby was walking out to his car. In the driver's seat he could see a pretty woman's face, long blond hair, and striking blue eyes. He opened the passenger's side door and got in, revealing that below that pretty face was the body of a fit, tall man dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

"So, what'd he say?" She asked.

"He said I didn't need to come in again. Medical is good, and I'm adjusting to being a woman very well."

She looked him and smiled.

"Babe, I could have told you that after that night we had last night!"