June 22nd, 2030

I arrived at Pam's house around 5 am. I was a bit worried about arriving so early but when I saw lights on I texted her and there she was, opening the front door. She hugged me hard like she couldn't believe it was me. I kissed her on the cheek but whatever move she made we were suddenly mouth to mouth. I tasted her lipstick and a jolt went through my body. My mouth opened in surprise and her tongue went straight in. If I had a thought of pulling back she had her tight hug still on me so I just accepted it and enjoyed the taste of her tongue which was fresh and sweet. Suddenly she pulled back and said, I'm sorry, I let myself go, but you look even lovelier in real life.
I smiled, don't worry about it, I enjoyed it. And you are very sexy!
It was true, Pam had clearly outdone herself, her hair and makeup perfect and a short leather skirt with a tight sexy top. And 3 inch heels which was probably not her normal attire this early.

She pulled me into her home and hand in hand she showed me around. It was clear that a woman lived here but I felt comfortable right away. She had a room for me and a separate room that would be the nursery but her bike was there now. We worked together to get my bike up as well before the 7 am workout.

It was fun, biking together, physically. Pam announced to the others now as well that she was pregnant. And that I was with her to help her out. I can do my job from anywhere in the world so that wouldn't be a problem. I had to explain my girly look now as well, as last night had been a double tough session and nobody was capable of talk even. I basically told them that Pam needed her girls for support and therefore I had to be a girl. All it took was taking my beard off and add some makeup. The other girls were all very happy for me.

I had taken the day off to settle down and so had Pam. After the workout she asked if she could inspect my body and I had no reason to say no. First she confirmed that wherever the suit stopped, so on my wrists, my ankles and my neck, it was indeed a perfect transition from fabric to skin. Also wherever my top meets the bottom there was no seam to be found, they simply had merged. She experimented with the sensitivity of my breasts and checked the tightness of my crotch. She apologized profusely when she made me come but I could see she tried to hide the smile on her face.

She told me that her sister worked at a urologist and she managed to schedule me in over lunchtime. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea but Pam was genuinely concerned so I let her get away with it.
The doctor was nice. He understood my problem but needed to contact the smartfab manufacturer to get me ready for a scope procedure. It was best to put me under and I fully agreed on that.

When I woke up Pam was next to my bed. She had used the time to work on my nails as they were the same pink now as my suit. The doctor came by and his story explained what had happened to me over the past six months. Essentially I have a skin condition that causes me to grow more than average hair, probably double even. Obviously that was no news to me, I have always been more hairy than others in school, even from quite young. But because of the intense hair the smart fabric was more aggressive in its cleaning cycle. And specifically in my crotch area the chemicals penetrated into my scrotum, slowly shrinking my balls. He called it a chemical castration. This stopped most of the testosterone production in my body and the side effects of that were in my breasts, my hips, my voice, the loss of mass in my arms and legs. A lot of that was hidden by the suit or we had assumed it was due to all the exercise. Because of the numbing sensation after each exercise I had not noticed the real problem going on between my legs.

Just like the rest of my body the chemical reaction on my hairs had caused a glue like substance that caused the fabric to merge with my own skin almost replacing it and taking over normal skin functionality. The continuous tightness between my legs caused my member to shrink to almost nothing and the hoses that were formed a few months ago to provide relief became essential parts of my body. He had actually seen blood vessels forming in the smartfab.

He was a bit too enthusiastic telling me all this, like it was a miracle. When I asked how I could still be getting orgasms down there he said he had seen the smartfab forming a mass with blood vessels and even nerves and it looked remarkably like a female clitoris. As a matter of fact he was wondering if eventually a vagina would form. But he suggested I could speed things up through reassignment surgery. He had a friend who would love to take my case.

There was some good news still. The male body has a reservoir where sperm matures and mine was not affected, yet. He had been able to drain it and had it immediately frozen. There should be enough to impregnate a woman once or twice and he glanced at Pam.
The other good news, and he used air quotes while saying that, was that in his opinion I had a decent case to sue the smartfab company. I would be able to use his report in court. But he thought the company would not put up much of a fight, he believed their concerns for me were genuine. They were willing to help me with medical bills and the aftermath.

So in the afternoon I filed a lawsuit and submitted my own story and the evidence. Court would be a week from today.

June 29th, 2030

It didn't take more than two nights before Pam invited me in her bed and the nights since have been the happiest of my life. It started with her remaining in her pink workout gear in the evenings just to make me feel more comfortable. She had been teaching me to walk in heels and when we finally settled down on the couch to watch her favorite movie I was almost in her lap and before we knew it her tongue was on my crotch and mine on hers. We came together and that has been the case every time we made love since. And that's exactly what it was, we weren't just having sex, we made truly love.

Later in the week she took me on a shopping spree. My clothing style had been very conservative with jeans and a tshirt on sneakers. With my pink suit underneath I figured it was daring enough. But Pam wouldn't have it. If I'm to be a woman then I'll have to dress like a woman. And that meant skirts, leggings, blouses and dresses. And lingerie. She found ways to hide the pink suit or combine it with fishnet stockings into something very sexy. And finally in my own heels we hit the salon to get my hair done and some professional makeup. I looked amazing I thought and so did she as she couldn't keep her hands off me, but who am I to complain?

Today was my fifteen minutes of court, which is the most you can get in "simple" cases like this. I would be on a vidcall as would be the manufacturer of my suit, named Smart Fabulous. The judge of course was an AI as they have been for the past three years or so, effectively closing millions of lawsuits. The verdict would be binding with no chance of appeal as any judge would be ruling the same since all AI's have been trained using the data from tens of thousands of judges and millions of jurors.

The judge was pleasant and efficient, giving a thorough summary of the case. I was the victim and Smart Fabulous was found guilty for my current predicament. There were certain considerations though, as the judge suggested I should have reached out for professional help earlier on and perhaps limit the amount of damage done to my body. But the judge also understood the hesitation a person who identified as male in such a clearly female outfit would have.
Also, Smart Fabulous had done everything right since they became aware of my situation and found out about the root cause. They added warnings to suits made from their smart fabric not to wear during the cleaning cycle and the development was nearly finished where the smartfab would become aware that the user was still wearing the outfit and postpone the cleaning indefinitely if needed.

The judge suggested however that they should have done the medical procedure themselves at least two months ago and not wait until I took the initiative. In my head I really thanked Pam for getting me to the doctor. They agreed on that and actually reached out to me to setup a time to do more thorough research on me in their facility.

I was rewarded 250,000 dollars. Nothing like the huge verdicts anymore like we've seen in the past. It would have been more had I not been able to reproduce anymore but since some of my sperm was salvaged I could still "father" one or more children.
Smart Fabulous was also responsible for any medical expenses I had already incurred or would be incurring the rest of my life. The last thing, the judge mentioned, was that they needed to transfer ownership of the control of my suit to me, and it was suggested to hook it to my bio watch so no one but me could change the functionality of what was now my skin.

Afterwards Pam and I celebrated with the best champagne available in non-alcoholic fashion. Pregnant woman, remember..
Tickets appeared from the mail slot for me and a guest to fly to the west coast the next day.

July 5th, 2030

I have to say, they put us in a marvelous hotel and entertained us well. They did not treat me as someone who just sued them for a quarter million.

Of course, I had to go through some serious examinations, one where they took me out for a few hours. Thank goodness Pam was there at all times. Their main interest was in how their fabric could have merged with my skin and grow blood vessels and nerves with my body apparently accepting a new artificial skin. I had the feeling they were going to make a ton of money from their findings.

They also implanted a control chip next to my bio watch and it took me a bit before I started getting control over it but eventually I could make minor changes to my skin with just a thought, pretty much like how I would simply think what time it is and then I just know, thanks to the bio watch.
There was not as much possible with the smartfab as there used to be, because of the fact it was my skin now. But they wanted me to concentrate on the beginning of a vagina, as that would make things much easier for the reconstructive surgery that was planned already. I managed eventually and although it wasn't very deep yet it did contain nerves and Pam got very excited by the idea of going down on me. And she didn't disappoint that night.

Unfortunately I couldn't control the color of the fabric. I wouldn't mind it to be a bit more flesh color. But I had some control over the surface structure and especially the leather look made it easier to combine with regular clothing.

Tomorrow we'll go back home where we have to pick up on our exercises as we could not bring the bikes. And then in a month or so I will become a true woman through a final surgery.

August 1st, 2030

It's amazing what a difference it makes to make marketing vidcalls looking like a woman. In these times where gender is not supposed to matter it sure made a difference in my paycheck. I guess people just don't hang up so easily on a pretty woman. I dare to say pretty, yes. Under Pam's watch I have blossomed. I got the hang of doing my makeup more dramatically than the auto-up would do. It goes well with my current hairstyle and a sexy yet sophisticated wardrobe. All my clients switch into full body view when they see me and it has paid off.

Today was my surgery. I went in not too worried but the closer I got the more I realized the severity of my decision. Pam is perfectly happy with it, she has realized indeed that boys were never her thing and we have lived together now for more than a month, longer than any boyfriend she has seen this year. I am beyond happy with her, she is my perfect counterpart. I am really seeing a future for us.

The doctor did a good job settling me down. I have done sessions with her for the past couple of weeks and we really got close. She was born a man herself and got the surgery well before the neutral gender law. And it wasn't easy on her in a prejudiced world. She told me it takes solid friends to help you through this. And Pam is great for me but also a lover. So she promised to be my solid non-lover friend for whenever I have a need to cry.

I had prepped the fabric as much as I can but when I'm under anesthesia I won't be able to make changes and the knife will have to do the job. When I woke up Pam was at my side again and the doctor arrived soon after. The surgery was a success she told me but unlike anyone that she had performed thus far. The smartfab was very active and reducing the amount of blood spilled from the incisions. No stitches were used as the fabric covered the damaged areas and bonded with the skin to keep it together. She wondered if I felt any pain and as much as I concentrated I could feel none. She said my vagina went as deep as it would have if I actually had a womb. She also wondered if I would consider a womb transplant if an opportunity would arise. These were still experimental but because of the smartfab it may be with less complications. The only condition was that I would conceive at least one child in honor of the donor.

I didn't have to think about it. When I looked at Pam she gave a small nod. She would be there for me like I'm there for her right now. So I said yes.
I would have to be recovered first but then it could happen any day or it could take months. But the preparations were being made.

After two days I could leave the hospital, sooner than expected. But the effect of the smartfab was significant in reducing bleeding and speeding up healing. When we got home, yes I call Pam's house home now, the decor was very romantic. Candles everywhere and flowers, and some nice smelling scents. A table for two was set and a waiter was waiting. I felt very underdressed in my sweatpants so Pam took me upstairs where a beautiful dress had my name on it. It was more of an evening gown and it fit like a glove. Pam changed as well in something more formal and we looked beautiful together.

Dinner was perfect and we shared dessert and suddenly Pam sat down on one knee and asked me to marry her. She said she needed me on her side when giving birth and raising our baby. And she wanted a bigger family with me. She opened a box with a stunning ring and all I could think of was how it would look on my finger.
She looked in my face and I could only nod and she carefully fit the ring on my finger. It was just perfect.

I wasn't ready yet to make out but we made gentle love and it felt so right. We would make a family together. She would carry my child as well and who knows, at some point I may carry a child as well, being both father and mother. The future is bright, all thanks to a Christmas bike I got to work away my male gut.

Mission accomplished!