It took deep into the 2030's before we finally had a female president. It had to be, because both candidates were female. One born, the other transitioned at young age from male to female. It was the conservative vote in the end that picked the winner, and thus was it not only the first female president, but the first transgender, openly lesbian, female president.



She beat the republican candidate by the exact margin of conservative voters, simply because they believed that under her fashionable dresses she was still a man. And therefore she wasn't lesbian either. And so she had to be better than their own candidate...



I simply voted for her because of her charisma, her style, her way with words, but above all, her smarts. Friends and foes called her The Professor, as that was her profession before she picked politics, and the thousands of students she had taught simply adored her.



It didn't hurt that her wife, both first lady and VP, was a beautiful and very popular show host. When you see the two of them together you start believing in true love again, in soul mates, in the perfect marriage. To top that off, their twin daughters are the icing on the cake.



Early in her presidency some long overdue laws were put in place. Gender freedom, universal marriage and true anti-discrimination federal laws rendered numerous state laws unconstitutional. And new laws to stimulate gender minorities into leading business positions drastically changed my own future.



I was a middle manager in a decent size business with no real future to move up, given the age of two managers above me. Already I had polished up my resume to try out the market elsewhere for someone like me, when the new law took effect, and we had not one gender minority in our org chart.



There was finally an accepted understanding in this country that homosexuality was not some disease that can be fixed with some drugs, but likewise you can't turn a hetero person suddenly into a gender minority. Unless perhaps such a person doesn't mind switching gender, even if it's just a temporary thing, until this new law gets kicked out again by a future government.



So that's how I ended up, together with another middle manager with a similar career future, in a meeting with the full leadership team of our company. Promotions for the next ten years, with pay increases and added bonuses, were guaranteed, even if the law were revoked before then. One of us could reach VP in this new segment they were creating, the other her second in command.



Her, I say, because we both were to switch gender, to the female side, and thus get our business on the right side of the law again. Take one for the team, it was whispered. I looked at my colleague, then at our career paths again, and we both wondered, how hard would it be to wear a dress each day to work?



The Professor, the woman I voted for, and whom I highly admired, wore a dress every day, highly fashionable, with flair, and on the front page of numerous magazines. So we discussed wardrobe allowances, physical improvements and even mental help.



Long story short, we wouldn't pay for one piece of clothing for the next ten years, a designer was on call for us to keep up our wardrobes. We had to agree however to wear whatever the designer picked for us, at least during business hours and official functions.



Likewise, we had to agree to certain bodily changes, to make our looks more female, and to make sure we'd pass any audit, we had to accept a hormone regime treatment. Nothing that couldn't be undone, they said, except perhaps the hair removal treatment, but our male parts were left alone, though maybe hidden.

In the end money talks, and with the incentives building up, we both signed.



The next day we checked into a spa resort, he as Lauren and I as Olivia. The rooms they gave us seemed more like part of a clinic or even a hospital wing. And before I knew it I was hooked up to an IV. They took all my vitals and a ton of blood and then there were forms and more forms to fill in.



The weirdest, and that's how I knew it wasn't a real hospital, was when a nurse measured the size of my dick. Her hands were very cold, like she'd just been holding some icecubes, and I wasn't proud of the number she wrote down. Then, with much warmer hands, she started pumping my shaft, and then she took my growing member in her mouth. Just before I thought I'd cum, she pulled away and measured me again. When she saw my frustration, she grabbed a small device that she slipped around my hard-on and flipped a switch.



I don't know how it worked, maybe it pulled a vacuum or so, but I instantly grew hard again, and in seconds I came, shooting my load into an attached reservoir. After my initial relieve it kept pumping me and drawing more cum out of me. It became uncomfortable now, but it wouldn't stop. I tried to pull it off of me, but she kept my hands away. After about ten dreadful minutes I passed out and the last thing I heard her saying was "totally drained".



When I woke up again, a woman was standing by my bed. "Lauren?" I asked, and she nodded, with a smile on her face. "Glad to see you back, babe", she said, in her lovely voice, and she started telling how she'd already been back at work, building up her team, but that she needed me as soon as possible to get an engineering team together.



Something was wrong I felt, but I couldn't quite get my finger on it. "How long have I been asleep?" I finally asked. She laughed. "You haven't been quite asleep, but your three weeks are up." Three weeks, I thought, and I have no memory about it at all. The last I remember was signing a lot of forms, and then the nurse took me under.



I started checking myself. I was no longer hooked up to the IV. I was wearing my favorite nightie. My breasts stood out beautifully. I could still remember the day I made the decision to trade my falsies for real implants, as it took forever on the hormones to grow my own. I checked my tight tummy, my wide hips, my soft bum, and I traced along my pussy. Again, fond memories bubbled up on when I made the decision to get the prosthesis. Not quite a real pussy yet, but they had done such a good job on reusing the skin from my old dick and scrotum, that I could cum like a real woman. Just like I'd wanted ever since I was a little boy.



I grabbed the mirror on my bed side and checked my face. Now I could see a change. My nose definitely was improved. I smiled and I loved my full lips curving up. My long hair shining in the sun light that came in through the window. The spa had really been good to me again. Lauren, who had patiently been waiting, said "The doctor will come soon to let us know if I can take you home".



Home. Yes. Our home. Lauren's and mine. Still, something was off. When did we move in together? It was like Lauren sensed my confusion. "You okay babe?" she said, "ready for a good fuck?" And she lifted up her skirt. Automatically my hand grabbed into her crotch, feeling her hard-on, barely contained by her compression panties. I had felt her a million times like this, and I could feel my own arousal starting. But she pulled her skirt back down, kissed me and said, "Later. Gotta get back to work. Call me when I can pick you up."



And just like that she was gone, leaving me with my own confused thoughts. A few minutes later the doctor came in. I smiled at him, I knew I was his favorite patient. "Olivia, darling", he said, "all your tests are perfect. Ready to go home?"

I nodded, but he saw the confusion on my face. "What's wrong my dear? Anything happen?"

I stuttered a bit, simply not sure. "I feel a bit awkward. Like my memories don't line up. It's like I was someone else only yesterday. I know that must sound weird."



"Not at all my dear", he replied. "Probably still the aftermath of the anesthetics. You do remember you're soon going to do the Mermaid Extravaganza with Lauren, right?"

It was like a cloud lifted from my mind. Of course I remembered that. Ever since I was a little boy I wanted to be a mermaid. That desire made me secretly wear my sister's skirts, and later not so secret anymore. I remember dressing more and more, and finally decide that I wanted to be a full-time girl.



And soon my mermaid dream would come true, if only for a few days. A smile formed on my face, and the doctor seemed very happy. For a moment I saw the hour hand on the clock move forward, just as I blinked, but the doctor laughed when I said so. "Oh, Livia, you are such a fun girl, I'm gonna miss you! Now you will come back soon right, for the final surgery. I want to make you a complete woman."



"Yes. Yes of course. I can't wait." It came out without thinking, I simply knew it to be true. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for everything. You're the best!"



I decided to spend a few more hours in the spa, before I'd call Lauren. I really wanted to try out my new bikini and I felt like heaven in my silk wrap and stiletto slippers. The water was perfect and I knew every woman around was envious for my beauty.



That night, sex with Lauren felt like the first time again. As a matter of fact, I couldn't even remember anymore the last time we slept together, so long had I been in the clinic. But the feeling of her dick deep inside me confirmed once again I was meant to be a woman.



When I woke up in the morning Lauren had a hard-on, while still asleep. I wanted it, like I have wanted her for so long. With my face in her crotch I noticed the improvements she had received in the spa. Completely hairless, making her dick and scrotum appear very female. She hasn't been transitioning as long as me, but her waist is narrow and her hips a strong base for her monster. The monster that disappeared in my eager mouth. As I was sucking and pumping her, I could hear her soft moan as she slowly woke up. She had no chance, but when she erupted in my throat, the taste was like nothing I remembered. Oh, I enjoyed it, but how could this taste so fresh, so new?



Hours later I was nervous going back to work. It was a whole new department that we were building. Thank God for La Divine, who had put our outfits ready, and mine was a powerful skirt suit with straight seam stockings in five inch heels. My permanent makeup was perfect as always, a choice I'd made a long time ago, never regretting it. I wore my hair swiped back into a long ponytail, showing off my diamond studs and matching necklace. I knew in my position I had to be smart, but I wanted to look smart as well.



I had a free pick of engineers from other departments, and each one I selected, male or female, treated me as the goddess I was. Motivating people to all work for a common goal was definitely one of my strongest points.



We were going to save the world with our product, something never done before. And I knew we were going to pull it off, when I had everyone together in one room, and described our plans. The power and confidence of being a woman surged through me, which I never had before I transitioned.



When we all broke apart in small groups, I sat with Lauren, who was in total awe about me. That's what love does, I figured. I knew that she would make the best deals selling what my team invented. We were just a hell of a team.



Two hours later we presented our initial concepts to the leadership team. They seemed interested, but clearly didn't have full faith yet in two transgender women. Yet, they couldn't deny the possibilities either, so we got the benefit of the doubt. Our CEO wanted our concept plans in a more simple explanation, that he could feed to some investors. As a matter of fact, we were invited to his mansion the next day, as he was throwing a party for said investors.