I was on my way to the office Christmas party. It was in a party center and it would be boring, of that I was sure. There's a few colleagues that I talk with but not one of them is female and that's what I'm trying to find. Someone who gets me, someone who matches my fantasies. I worried that I may never find the right person.

It wasn't as bad as I thought, getting to know a few of the spouses was fun. But they're spouses, attached, not available. Although one got very intimate with me while her husband, who I recognized as part of management, was very close with his secretary, I think her name is Barb, the only female my age in the company. The wife, Karen, promised me some good time when she had dragged me onto the dance floor. I wasn't sure how good that would be for my career. At some point I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned I moved into the wrong room where another office party was going on. As a matter of fact, I saw a few from my office here as well, like people were spreading out across all parties. Thinking I might as well get a beer here I walked to the bar and then I saw her.

It's one of these moments where you can be terribly clumsy and that happens a lot to me around women. This was not one of them, I looked at her and simply said "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" She could have dismissed me right there but instead she said "Why thank you, you're not too bad yourself. Would you mind joining us?"

She patted the sofa she was sitting on next to her so I sat down between her and her friend who was quite pretty herself. But before I sat down her friend got up and said "I really need a drink Iona, you want some?" And she looked at me while she asked and I replied "I'll have a beer please." And Iona nodded, saying "Me too."

And just like that I was alone with her. I looked at her, up close now, and I said "Thanks. My name is Pierre. I like your name."
Her hair was wavy black and long, nicely framing her face. Her dark eyes seemed slightly slanted but I wondered if it was because of her makeup. Her nose was perfect and her lips perfectly outlined in a bright red paint. She seemed to have a slight tan and I wondered if she was a Latina. So I continued "It's very exotic, may I ask where it's from?"
She giggled sweetly. "I actually adopted the name a few years ago as I didn't like my original name too much. It has blessed me with beauty since. But its origin is Greek though some will say it's Scottish. I don't mind too much."

"I bet it's Greek going by your looks" I replied. "And your dress is gorgeous too." It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I should have said something like you look gorgeous in that dress, like a normal man would say, but my god, this gown was tight around her waist, like a corset, pushing her generous breasts up on display. It looked like glued onto her hips and then giving her a bit of legroom thanks to a high split. I wondered how it would look... no I couldn't think that way, I felt a stir already in my crotch area.

It was like she could read my mind. "Thanks" she said, "looks like you were wondering how that dress would look on you." I felt my face go red and started looking for a way to escape. There's one thing to have secret fantasies but it's a whole different story when someone speaks it out loud in a public place. Although, her voice had been very soft, no one would have heard. "Don't worry" she said in that same sexy voice, "only a few years ago, before I became Iona, I had similar thoughts."

I looked at her, stunned. "You," I stammered, "you were a man once?"
"Still am" she replied, "still saving for the final surgery."
I couldn't believe it. "No way" I said, "you're more beautiful than any woman in this room. If I were to wear that dress I would look like a man in drag. That's why I've never given in to my fantasy."
The look in her eyes showed compassion. "I feel sorry for you. All you need is a bit of help. I could help you. If you want."

At that moment her friend came back, handing us our beers. "I saw an old friend" she said, "mind if I chat a bit more with her?"
"No of course not" Iona replied, "thanks Eve". When she was gone again she looked at me, waiting for an answer. It was clear that she saw the huge bulge in my pants. I nodded, "I would like that. Very much!"