The solution to hide my manhood made Loraine happy, as the little Saturday group never even suspected I was still male down there. It was a tight group of four that slowly accepted me as well, as they observed how hard I worked. Loraine was amazing, very intimate with each woman, including me. We did everything together, preparing and eating healthy meals, doing serious exercises of course, but also visits to spa's, massages, and we did games like tennis, badminton and volleyball.

This extended form of yoga became a lifestyle which was incredibly healthy on my body. Dr Liz was happy, though she suggested a procedure to scrape some of my Adam's apple and work on my vocal cords. And as everything in my body progressed according to the projected path, except for my breasts, she scheduled a minor implant as well. Something that could easily be removed again if my body caught up.

Rhonda was happy with me, as without realizing it, we had become more intimate. I was the teacher now in our exercises and our daily meals together. But afterwards we'd cuddle up in front of the TV, and somehow I found a spot against her shoulder under her arm. She was very happy with my decision to improve my breast size.

Yoko was happy with me, as my skin had become softer and softer, and my facial features more feminine. With her expertise my face went from "acceptable as a female" to "beautiful" and I became quite good at maintaining that look. I had decided to make a statement with my eyes, the new me, and she made a permanent change, giving me a slanted look somewhere between Oriental and Caucasian.

June, my colleague at work who gave me my first heels, was happy with me. I started out with what I considered the female curse, having to wear something "new" everyday, rather than have a couple of pants, shirt and sweaters, and mix them around each week, like I did as a man.

But June taught me how to combine different pieces of outfits into something new, with an endless supply of accessories. We went shopping almost every Sunday and then she'd set me up with outfits for the following week to wear. But the most critical thing she instilled in me, was a love for heels.

As a man, you never even consider wearing heels, something so utterly feminine. But had I known how much pleasure a few inches gave me in life, I should have tried as a guy. Now, as a woman, I could pick anything I wanted, and I went higher and higher, my agile body having no problems with the balancing act, as a matter of fact, my posture improved dramatically.

But, as June explained, why wear heels, if not for showing off your legs? And that's where skirts, stockings and leggings came into play. I was very apprehensive at first, until I saw what a skirt did to me. She had threatened me our shopping days would be over, if I kept refusing to even try. So of course I gave in, only to find out what an amazing garment I had been denying myself. I suddenly had curves. And legs. And indeed, my heels looked even more amazing now! I had thousands more choices, from short to medium to long, from tight to wide, from cotton to leather, and every color in the world. Different patterns, pleats, and then every combination with stockings or sometimes leggings. And the step from skirts to dresses opened another world, in which I was soon lost, in a good way.

At my work, they were happy with me as well. After a while, during which an overall awkwardness remained, I agreed to a transfer to a different floor of the building, where people didn't know me as that so-called woman who used to be a guy.

I had a break between my old and new position for about a week, during which Dr Liz performed her magic. For the first time in my life I needed a real bra now, where before it had been sufficient to wear sport's bras or my yoga tops. June showed me the joy of wearing lingerie, matching sets of bra and panties, something I had held off until now. And again I cursed myself for not trying sooner, as the feeling of the soft materials on my skin just felt heavenly. Rhonda clearly approved of my changes, as I ended up sharing her bed for the first time. But more about that later.

At work, confident now as a woman, having lost the curse of people knowing me as a guy before, I had accepted the new position as a Calculator. Rather than working on projects like before, I now had to sign off on every project that was executed in the company. With my technical background and my math experience, I had to check every calculation that was performed in each project. May not seem like very interesting, but I was aware now of every new development in our business. And in my first month I saved a two million dollar project from disaster. All their calculations seemed in order, but the very first assumption, that everything was based on, was wrong, and I found and fixed it. Suddenly the project started providing the results that were anticipated, and instead of being scrapped we had a winner at our hands now.

When this new position was created, it ended up in the Finance department, because you know, calculations. Even though not one calculation ever included money. But suddenly my fix saved the company millions, even generating new revenue, and my job became instantly a key position. My boss, who was our Financial Director and CFO, was known for surrounding herself with power women, and suddenly I was in her inner circle.

It started with a raise and a ten thousand dollar bonus, but more importantly, an incentive bonus program, based on overall business performance. The original hesitation that my new position had instilled with project leaders, suddenly became a desire to get their ongoing projects on my desk as soon as possible. And with two new assistants that I was allowed to hire, we increased the overall success rate of projects by fifteen percent.

Carol, my boss, showed me around multiple segments of our business, introducing me as her Wonder woman. I was invited into leadership meetings and people trusted my remarks and suggestions. Next thing I know, I was invited, with my significant other, to one of the biggest charity fundraisers in the state. With sports heroes, celebrities and even a real queen from oversees.

Which brings me back to Rhonda, as by now she was my significant other. As I said before, we had become more intimate already, without us noticing really. But the night I stood in front of her, demonstrating my new lingerie, it exploded into our faces. She had complimented me at first, getting a better look at my improved breasts as well, when she got up and pulled me into her. With one hand on my breast, sending all kinds of fire through my system, and her tongue deep in my mouth, I melted into her and then surrendered.

Only later, when I could think again, did I realize what a critical moment it had been. As a man it is expected from you to make the first move with a woman, court her, wow her, and eventually make her yours. But as a woman I was now swept off my feet, as I became hers. Later in bed, my manhood was very active, but I was the bottom, as Rhonda controlled all. And I suddenly understood why I had never been very successful with women before, as I clearly never had such control in me.

That night, when I was taken by my lover, I was not just a physical woman anymore, mentally I had become one now as well. There was no need to discuss the situation, we had been compatible already, or we'd never have been roommates. But now that I was a woman, our romance had been inevitable, yet we never saw it coming ourselves.

Rhonda already had the master bedroom, now it became ours. My old room became a guestroom, as I moved all my clothes over. My old male stuff was already long gone. Our nights were passionate, with desires, long suppressed, all coming out. I had no idea what her sucking on my nipples could do to my body, but I accepted her full control over me.

She decided when my dick was to be used, although Dr Liz had warned us that the hormone replacement device would not have affected my fertility, so the chance of pregnancy was very much still present. Rhonda never wanted to use a condom though, saying if it happened then it was meant to be. But she added a strap-on as well, and after she took my anal virginity, I knew I preferred being penetrated as well.

So, Rhonda was my significant other, and would be my spouse in the foreseeable future, I was sure of that. We invited June, to help us with the evening gown shopping. With my totally feminine mind now, I chose an extremely sexy gown, with a latex body and a sheer full length skirt, showing off my five inch heels.

Rhonda was still sexy, but her type of dress showed clearly her more dominant role in our relationship. I was just proud to be at her arm. And yes, I could be a power woman at work, while being the more submissive to a lesbian partner.

There was a red carpet and TV camera's and we were a lovely couple, photographed many times. At the table with our names we met most of the leadership from my office. We were welcomed with open arms. Carol, my boss, was there with her own wife, a Phillipines beauty. We hit it off right away.

I shook hands with a queen and exchanged about three sentences. I talked with the governor for a minute. Even better was a famous singer, who complimented me on my dress. I danced with a basketball star, who couldn't believe I moved so easily in my heels. I was hugged by an actress, and in the bathroom I helped a famous artist with her makeup. We won two months worth of baseball games in one of the sky boxes, although in reality it had cost us a thousand dollar, but anything for charity, I figured. The food was good, the company entertaining, and I figured I could get used to this lifestyle.

Before the night was over, Carol invited us to their home for Sunday, to get to know us better, as she explained. Dress stylish, but casual, I had to think about that one. On our way out, the singer invited us to her hotel room, for an after party, where we had a blast. The basketball player invited her and us to be at the next home game, with courtside tickets. We separated with hugs and kisses and a promise she'd sing at our wedding. By the time we were in bed, we realized that mingling with the jetset had its perks.

So, the world famous singer kept her word, and she sang for fifteen minutes at our wedding. As a matter of fact, we were invited at her own wedding, as she ended up marrying the basketball player. We still see both at regular times, as she's the godmother to our child. Yes, Dr Liz was right, and Rhonda got pregnant, and happily so. We've decided to wait with my final surgery until the second pregnancy is over.

We also got very close with Carol and her wife Sue, and I will not comment on the question if I fathered Sue's child as well. Not my story to tell, but I am the godmother.

I ended up investing my first two major bonuses in Loraine's book, named Yogaday, a new Lifestyle. All across the world small franchises popped up, following her healthy regime of a full day of yoga. Something I still do religiously. She has her own TV show now, and my investment has paid back a thousand times.

In the end, Carol and I quit our jobs, and started our own business, offering our Calculation services to our old company and many new ones. It's safe to say we're part of the jetset now, but my most favorite thing in the world is raising my daughter, and I can't wait for the twins, soon to be born.

It was a simple mixup that made me the successful woman I am now, but also the wife and mother that I was meant to be. I was lucky to find some incredible friends that helped me along the path I was forced on, like June and Yoko and Dr Liz. The latter has helped the original volunteer by now as well, and it looks like her invention will help many more to the wonderful blessings of womanhood.