I got in a real rhythm and I have to say, after a few days I didn't bother going back to my room to change back in boy mode. In my classes I had always been invisible, trying to evade being called on. People clearly liked the new me better, so they accepted my looks as well as my involvement in the class. If not being called on by the teacher I volunteered my input and they started using my name as an example to others. No one knew Frank but everybody knows Fran. One girl of my yoga group was in the same class as I and she struggled with some of the material. We hooked up for a few hours to study and another friendship had started.

Due to the extra sessions Delilah insisted I kept taking, I was soon more experienced than the rest of the group. My body still lagged behind but from behind the rest I could see the mistakes that they made and started correcting their postures. Delilah approved and soon loaned me some books on teaching yoga.

I had to go back to the salon as I felt a bit of stubble again. They said the second treatment would last much longer and they suggested I took their makeup offer this time as it would last at least a month. In addition they wanted to get rid of the hair on my belly, which wasn't obvious but still visible in my yoga uniform. And if I went through that trouble then why not a whole body treatment. It would normally cost thousands but for me only a few hundred as I was a friend of Delilah. Everything went so well in my life, since I started the yoga course. That is, until my dorm building burnt down.

I found out at the start of yoga class from one of the girls. They said it was due to a space heater that was left on in one of the rooms. Thank God no one was hurt. But everything I owned that was not in my backpack was destroyed.

It was Delilah who got me organized again. She offered me her spare bedroom to stay, as long as needed. I spent there many hours already anyway. Then she asked all the girls to bring me something to wear that night as I had nothing but what I had on. The shock of the fire had made me emotional and when the girls started hugging me for comfort we all had a group's cry.

My new room had potential and if I'd stay for the rest of the semester I could paint it and put up some posters. I wanted the posture posters from my first day of yoga, as a reminder of my goal to meet.

Both bed and desk were beautiful solid wood. Thank goodness I didn't lose my laptop, so all my work was safe. Just needed to buy a small printer. There was a walk-in closet but it was empty. I had no clothes to fill it. But that changed when Jaclyn came in. She had several outfits for me, with some underwear and a pair of running shoes. She apologized for it being so girly but stopped when I hugged her. I could run tomorrow and go to class, things were improving rapidly. As Fran I was already accepted with my new looks, I didn't think my new clothes would shock people. An hour later I was shocked myself though. All girls had come through, some had even collected from other students. Everybody knew the same could happen to them too. I had everything, jeans, tops, blouses, skirts, tights, leggings and even lingerie. Matching bra and panties, a corset, a leotard to workout and a few pair of heels, luckily not too high. And a LBD, or a little black dress, not that I would ever wear that.

When the group was gone Delilah had some sleepwear for me. It was soft and silky and when I slipped it on it was the most wonderful feeling. I realized it had some padding until Delilah pointed out it was my own pecs that were more visible now that my waist was narrowing a bit. She suggested I'd start wearing the bra's that I had now, as I would look more girly than before and people may notice my nipples.

I thanked her for everything she'd done for me and I felt tears again. She stroked my cheek, wiping them away, then gave me a kiss. It was meant to make me relax but her lips were as soft as the nighty and a shudder went through me. She smiled now and tucked me in. Some other time, she said, you've had a rough day. Dream sweet, my dear, and she whispered, of me.

And that's what I did. I meditated, concentrating on the memory of her voice, then the memory of her lips. Perfectly normal, was my last thought before falling asleep, I'm still a man under all this.

Thank goodness Delilah was there to help me pick an outfit. I came "home" from my run with Jaclyn and after a shower, using soaps that smelled like Delilah, she had picked a few things. I tried my new jeans but it was so tight on my legs I knew I wasn't ready yet for that.

Next was a choice between a black swishy skirt or a jeans skirt and I realized skirts were my thing. The room in my crotch yet the restriction of my legs made me pick the jeans skirt for the day but I knew the other skirt would be next.

I wore some tights under it because I needed a second session on my legs first which I planned to do later, so I can show some leg. I was tempted to wear my running shoes but Delilah convinced me to try the sandals with a small one inch heel. After learning so much about postures in yoga I couldn't believe what a difference the heels made to my current posture. It narrowed my waist and pushed out my butt as well as my chest. So she had been right and I wore my first bra under a tank top.

I knew I had become more girly in the past weeks but when had I become so womanly? There was no doubt I looked like a young woman who worked out regularly. While I looked in the full length mirror, stunned, Delilah moved behind me and wrapped her arms around me. You look amazing, she whispered in my ear, then nibbled in my neck. Again I felt my body shiver, longing for more. Instead, she hung a necklace around my neck and a matching bracelet on my wrist. It was so delicate and added so much femininity, that I slowly started to understand the power of accessories that women used so casually.

To say I got some looks in my classes was an understatement. Both guys and girls came up with the silliest reason to chat with me and check me out up close. A broken pencil, the "latest" gossip, and then, from a very shy boy a request to study together that afternoon. I had said yes, before I realized he really wanted just to be around me, but the look of relief and pleasure on his face made me realize I had made his day and maybe his week, or semester even.

It was actually fun together. Like me, he put studying first and we had some good discussions on the material. He brushed a few times against me and had his hand on my skirt while we both leaned over a book, but not until we split did he give me a kiss, to thank me. It was innocent but it left me confused.

Working out in a leotard got me quite some looks as well and just for fun I shook my booty a few times, just to see a bulge appear in a guy's shorts. Didi warned me not to act too sexy as guys may get certain expectations.

But I couldn't help getting more and more sexy. It seemed like heels were just made for me, I wore higher and higher in a matter of weeks, showing off my now permanently hairless legs and my breasts sticking out farther. Yes, they were unmistakably breasts now and the bra was needed to support the weight.

Delilah suggested it could be a side effect of the vitamins and maybe I should stop taking them for awhile. But I shook my head, I liked what was happening to my body. She wanted to know if I had had any erections and if so, when. But I told her, not one erection since she put that ring over my scrotum. Did I miss it? No, but come to think of it, that was a bit weird. I guess I had been working on my body too hard to worry about it. She asked what I felt if someone brushed up against me, or had their hand on my butt, either boy or girl. I laughed, saying it had happened a lot lately and I didn't mind it, but I felt nothing else. Did I have any sexual fantasy? No, but I liked teasing, nothing more.

Then she asked if she could touch my breasts, just to feel the weight, and of course I agreed. Nothing had prepared me for Delilah's touch though. A shiver yes, but not the goosebumps, the flutter in my belly, the instant sweating in my crotch and a moan that escaped my lips, causing my cheeks to color. And then she kissed me, not an innocent tap to the lips, yet a full mouth to mouth, her lips wet, her tongue violating my mouth, and her hands on my butt pulling me into her.

My mind shut off. My legs went weak but I couldn't fall in her grip. I had had fantasies about her before, but I was a guy wanting a beautiful woman. Right now I was her woman and I understood that as a guy I never had a chance with her. She was in control and she wanted me and I gave myself to her.

She held me by my hands and led me to her bed. We were naked in seconds and then I was on my back and her lips and tongue all over me. I liked her hands in my hair, her tongue exploring my mouth, her teeth nibbling in my neck, a tiny bite in my shoulder. But when she latched onto my nipple the sensation was so foreign I started moaning. She squeezed my other nipple between her thumb and finger and the slight pain made it only more erotic. And when her other hand started rubbing in my crotch area, playing with the metal hook in my rear, my body started shaking. I couldn't stop it, it went from the tip of my toes to the tip of my fingers and if her own body hadn't covered me I think I would have vibrated off the bed. I heard a very female scream and realized it was me.

Only when she took her mouth from my nipple did the sensation slowly subside. I was drenched in my sweat by now but the feeling was the best I ever experienced. Somehow I had orgasmed without my one male part being involved. And I knew I would never need it again.

Delilah moved over me, her legs beside my head, her crotch in my face. She was soaked, her clean shaven pussy dripping in my mouth that was still wide open from my scream. I tasted nectar and the urge to drink more became so strong that I stuck my tongue deep into her dripping hole. She gasped and I started sucking and probing and licking and drinking. She began to bob up and down on my tongue and all I could do was trying to keep up with her, my tongue the only part of my body that was moving. I could feel she was close as her strong legs started squeezing my head. Then I heard my name from her mouth, Francesca, Francesca and I knew I was officially a woman now. Her woman. And then she came.

I could try to tell she almost drowned me. Or how she squirted deep into my throat. I could try to explain the taste, the texture, the salt and the sweet. I could try to explain how purple her pussy was, or how it was a gaping hole, pulsing still while she came down from her high. I could try to tell how musical her moan was, in vibe with her shaking body, the smile on her face, the love in her eyes. But nothing could describe this feeling of happiness from making my lover come, this knowledge that this was just the first time of many more, this incredible sense of love pouring from me straight into her, then bouncing straight back at me.

She laid down next to me, spooning me in her arms, little kisses in my neck, until we fell asleep.

There is this movie, about the planet Pandora, where once a couple mates, it's for life. It felt like that for us. We shared the bed ever since. My name was changed officially to Francesca. My gender was confirmed as female, after I went through a procedure that removed my scrotum. It helped shaping my body further, together with one of the vitamins that were really female hormones. The finishing surgery taking place later this year hopefully. We got matching tattoos that identified us as lesbian lovers and we planned to get married after I graduated.

My body was finally lean enough to get all of the yoga postures right. Not only did I get my credit, as did the whole class, I actually got extra credit for getting my instructor certification and teaching a beginners class. I'm planning to go all the way and spread my love for yoga to as many people possible.