Liz declares that tomorrow she will give me extensions in her salon. No more wig for me. Plus she will redo my makeup, with a permanent base layer, so I only have to concentrate on eyes and mouth. And I hear her say something about a laser, but at the same time she's taking her clothes off, and I realize what a strong body she has. Strong but perfect.

She motions for me to take my clothes off as well, and as she carefully checks the bodysuit on me, she promises some improvements, so we can go to the beach as well. I realize how much she's taking control, and how I don't mind. I just wonder when she and Sunny are together, who'd take control? I expect some fireworks.

She's in clear need of sexual relief, and I am to provide my tongue for that matter. I learn how strong her legs are as they clamp me down, while I'm eating her out. Even her pussy muscles squeeze my tongue, as it feels like she's milking me. And when she cums, all those muscles explode, and I'm on the ride along.

Afterwards, having spent so much energy all day, and now again, we fall asleep, although I did open the door, so we can hear it if something happens in the girl's room.

Waking up to some noise, and Liz whispers, they're making breakfast, and I have to smile. Listen, Liz says softly, I don't get a lot of sex, and last night was wonderful, but I believe in getting and giving. I feel bad about not returning the favor. I owe you one.

It's fine, I tell her, I was warned already that in this bodysuit I won't get a lot of pleasure, so I'm fine with just giving this year, until I get some different plumbing. She looks at me confused. You know there are other ways for you to cum, right? Now I am confused. Really? She nods. I have a toy, and if I push that in your rear, and make it vibrate, you have no chance, believe me.

That sounds totally wrong to me, so I shake my head. It's fine, I don't think that's for me. But thanks anyway. She nods again. For now then, but I'll talk with Sunny about this. We have to think about your mental wellness as well. In the meantime, do you have a robe for me?

I only have my own, and I offer it to her, as I get up and check the walk-in closet that belonged to Hailey's father. She was not wrong about his collection. But, as Liz joins me, she points out that most clothes still have the tag attached, and were thus never worn. She concludes that one of the measures of progress, when a man transforms in his first year, is the amount of money he spends in the dress shop. They must have been very happy with him, but he always worked outside Amazonia, so they never saw him in his clothes. She bets he switched into men's clothes as soon as he was out of town.

I don't disagree, but if this stuff fits me indeed, then I won't spend a lot in the dress shop. Liz wants to know if I need any help in picking outfits, but I tell her that I promised Hailey the job to dress her mother. Liz nods approvingly.

But, there is a beautiful silk kimono, with the tag still on, and it fits me like a glove. So I make it mine, and in our robes we check out what the girls are doing in the kitchen. I snap a picture of them, before they notice us.

There are pancakes and omelets. And an enormous mess. But the proud look on their faces is worth all. We eat together, and it's not bad at all, with good coffee. Afterwards Liz and I put the kitchen back together.

After everything and everyone is clean, and Hailey has picked out my dress, a yellow summer dress, and shoes, three inch strappy sandals, we all walk to the salon, which won't open until noon, so we have plenty of time for Liz to do her magic.

And magic it is. Somehow she weaves strands of hair into my own and just like that I'm a dark redhead, or some may say auburn. She happens to be the one to teach the makeup classes, and I do learn a lot, as do our daughters, although Emma knows many tricks already. Most important trick? A laser treatment on my face that takes any beginning hair away. Painful, but worth it.

My bodysuit becomes one with my body, thanks to some semi-permanent coloring, although it will never give me the same sense as my real skin does. As a bonus I get a belly button piercing that goes through both real and artificial skin. The little diamond in my navel will be nicely visible with the one piece bathing suit in my closet, that shows more skin than most two pieces.

What I hadn't expected was new nails, on both my fingers and toes. Gemma had just painted my own, but Liz somehow merged my own with extensions, and my nails never looked so perfect, and would stay perfect for at least four, maybe six weeks. The only problem with that is that I can't even operate my phone anymore, but I am told I will get used to it. I doubt it…

As Liz’s second in command arrives to open the shop, the two of them go through the books and stuff, while I take the girls and we look in all other Shops of Amazonia. I don't buy a new dress, but I do find some three inch beach sandals that show off my bright toes. Plus we buy Hailey’s first real bra, very similar to a smart piece that Emma got in Europe.

We eat lunch together once Liz finds us again, then we get ready for the beach. We have two options, the first one is we take a golf cart through a special gate, straight to the lake with its white beaches. Or we can wait for a Jeep-like truck that drives back and forth to the beach at the ocean. Apparently Amazonia owns all the land, all the way to the ocean, and thus including the lake, but rather than building a road, the truck follows an uncharted path, which keeps tourists away from “our” piece of beach.

We opt for the lake this first time, as we can walk there even if we can't find a free golf cart. As the girls wear their bathing suits right away, I wear mine under my dress, in line with the rules that apply to transitioning men here in Amazonia. Liz wears a very revealing suit, but wraps a long skirt around her waist.

There's easily a hundred people at the beach, and I learn quite a number of new names. I see my student from last Friday as well, together with a very pretty girl, who has to be her crush, as she winks at me. We play beach games and water games, but we find some time to relax, as the girls meet up with last year's classmates.

All in all a perfect day, that we end with a healthy dinner, as we get ready to go back to school tomorrow. Tomorrow night will also be my first yoga class, and Liz asks if I can take Emma along as well, who has been begging to join, ever since she found out that Hailey is going. I have no problem with it. More people means less attention to me.

In a way it is a blessing that Emma is behind as well, similarly as Hailey. The two have several classes together, which helps Hailey as several kids stare at her. And I am close, though my new look has attracted a number of girls to visit my office, some with clearly made up stories. But, I use them to practice my counselor skills, and I score a few points when I send a girl with “hot flashes” to cooking class.

But in the end it is Hailey who brings me a fellow victim. The sixteen year old, Nora, had sought her out during a break, and carefully started inquiring who had helped her after she was raped. Hailey had enough sense to take her straight to me.

As we're alone in my office, and I try to put her at ease, she simply unloads. I guess that is the advantage of being new here, as she has not told anyone she knows so far. It's a sad story. She's on the tennis team, and over the summer they played kids from neighboring schools. A boy in the audience was impressed with her, and they started dating. Which sounds easier than it is, the way we're protected in Amazonia.

They chatted online, and he made sure he would be there if she had a game. She experienced her first kiss from a boy, and she was quickly falling in love. That's where the fairytale ended. The boy was getting frustrated with the slow pace, and to satisfy him, one night she sneaked out of town, so they could go to the movies together. He had felt her all up in the dark theater, and she had felt very uncomfortable. Afterwards he wanted more, or he wouldn't take her back home. She didn't want it, but he forced her into his bedroom, and took her virginity. Later, he dumped her, a mile from Amazonia, telling her she was a slut and never call him again. Three weeks later she realized she was pregnant.

My heart went out to this girl, who had indeed participated in the survey, but still had not dared to come to me by herself. She had heard about Hailey's story, and concluded that was the only girl in school who could maybe understand. And now she's here, and it's all out.

So yes, I'm a school counselor, in a school where they didn't think anyone needed counseling. Until my daughter came around, and it was easy to give me “the job”. There is no paycheck, only credits toward the five thousand dollars per year, that every inhabitant of Amazonia has to pay.

I opened a can, and found some unexpected worms in it, and now the first one is crawling out. But this worm is a young woman, forced into sex she wasn't ready for, and now pregnant, and even less ready for that. What is the can-opener, the so-called counselor, to do?

Well, first I hug her, allowing her to cry on my shoulder, not unlike Hailey did just a few days ago. I explain to her that we need to tell her parents, as a pregnancy is not something you can hide for long. But I also promise her that I will be right there with her, holding her hand if she needs that. Her single nod tells all.

I make a quick call with the principal, asking for permission to take Nora home, right away. She asks no questions, hearing the need in my voice, and trusts me. I am grateful that I have gained that much trust already.

On the way to her place she tells me that her one mom should be home, working the evening shift in one of the restaurants. Her other mom works out of town, and typically comes home around six. I wonder which one of her moms is like me, but already I have learned not to ask that question here.

I decide to ring the doorbell, despite knowing that most people here just walk in. A woman opens, with a frown on her face, as she sees me and Nora, who introduces her as her mom. I hold my hand out to shake, as I tell her I'm Luna Young, the school counselor. Her first reaction is asking if Nora is in trouble.

I suggest we talk inside, and we'll explain. As we sit down, I take the lead and explain that Nora is indeed in trouble, though not at school. I give a very simplified explanation of Nora having had a boyfriend, who in the end forced her into a sexual act, and then dumped her off a mile from Amazonia, calling her a slut.

I think I read the mother correctly, as she sits right away with Nora, and starts comforting her. Nora starts crying, relieved about her mother's reaction thus far, as her mom explains that they already had the impression something was wrong with Nora, and she should never hide things from her parents.

I take that as my queue, and explain that there is more to the story, as Nora is pregnant. A test I had found in the nurse's office has confirmed this. This time Nora's mother has no words, but the way she hugs her daughter tells me that she understands now.

What I learned from this, is that it's sometimes harder to explain a bad situation to your closest relatives than to a complete stranger. In a way that helped Hailey as well, as her own grandmother could not pull her out of the shell she had built around herself, but Sunny and I could.

This doesn't mean there is an immediate solution for Nora, but at least her parents understand and Nora does not have to deal with additional trauma.

As I get up and explain that if there is anything I, or the school, can do to help, they should not hesitate to ask, Nora jumps up as well, and hugs me hard. “Thanks for saving my life”, she says, and as I look in her teary eyes, I realize this young woman had already considered a different “solution” to her problem. And the way her mom thanks me, I know she saw it as well. But when Nora says, “I will name my child after you”, I also know she has made another decision, and now my own eyes start tearing. And I realize that being a counselor is changing my life as well.

I'm back at school just in time to walk home with the girls. They can tell I have had some trouble to deal with, but I force myself to look happy. The two have some serious homework, dealing with catching up, and I help both, as good as I can. Somehow I still manage to make some dinner.

Liz and Emma eat with us, and after all dishes are clean, we get our yoga suits on. Liz licks her lips as she sees me in my sexy fit, and I make the mistake to put some heels on, rather than sneakers. I can sense Liz wants me, and all I do is make her drool more.

So, apparently one of the rules in the yoga class is that you exercise in the same shoes you walk in with. Which means three more inches or so to reach the tip of my toes with the tip of my fingers. Ok, some honesty here, I couldn't touch my toes even without the heels on. Thank God for having the girls around.

It is clear that yoga is not for me. It is also clear that the girls don't belong in this class, as agile their bodies are still at their age. The teacher, Ms Smith, wants to talk with us afterwards. She's very kind to the girls, but explains that they belong in a more advanced class, or, if they can manage to interest a few more girls at school, she can start a special teenager class. Then she asks them to have some more fun in the gym as she talks to me, their mother.

She's still kind, but much more strict. She makes it clear to me that I need to do better, much better, or she will have to report to the council that I'm not progressing well on the yoga requirement. And I realize this could in the end affect us in staying in Amazonia. And I panic!

At this point she becomes very kind again, and also understanding. I'm not the first former male going through this. But, as she states, yoga is more than wearing a pretty outfit. It's a commitment and I have to want it. It's when she suggests I talk with one of the doctors in the community about female hormones. That would help me lose some of the body mass that's “in my way”, and improve my agility. My attitude I need to work on myself, and she suggests one-on-one training sessions. The last thing she warns me about, as she sends me off, is my footwear. My desire to look good in my heels is now made mandatory.

As I drop off Emma, and the girls start doing homework in her room, I explain to Liz what happened, and we get Sunny on the phone as well. They both agree that it is a logical path, maybe sooner than expected, but I can't fail yoga and put our life's here at risk. Liz says she can train me also in her martial art, which may help me build the right female muscles, and hopefully more agility.