That night, in my dreams Shirley kept teaching me more makeup tricks, clothing tricks, wardrobe coordination, and of course shoes. It was indeed uplifting as I had so much to learn still. And when I woke up as Neil I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't try out my new knowledge that somehow stuck with me even though my dreams were fuzzy already.

I wore my silk kimono during breakfast, enjoying the feeling on my hairless skin. And in the shower I noticed how clean shaven my crotch area was, giving my dick an almost feminine look. But as I looked in the mirror while drying off I could see I was still very much a man.

I was planning to work from home, as multiple pieces of furniture would arrive, and I wondered if I should meditate and let Naomi out. I decided against it, although the desire was strong. But I needed to see what others would see if they met her, so I worked with the little compact that Shirley had left behind.

Naomi or not, somehow the knowledge to do makeup was very strong inside me, and I saw my face soften and become more feminine. And as I pulled my hair in a ponytail I was androgynous enough that I didn't look like a fool in public. Not having a bra, I pulled on one of my yoga tops that had some padding, but it also moved my man boobs in the cups, giving me a distinct set of breasts. Small, but it added to my looks.

And the looks, but also the feelings, improved again, when I wrapped the silk kimono around me. And suddenly I knew.

Lori. She was at the base of it all. Unlike Shirley and the other women in the gym group, who saw Naomi, Lori saw Neil. Heck, she had even said she would use mental conditioning to help us with our eating urges. But she must have added some extra and she created Naomi in our minds. A mindwarp. Or was it a mindfuck?

Yet Lori cared, instinctively I knew it. But how much could I trust that? By giving me the kimono, with Neil physically not as pretty as Naomi thought she was, she gave me enough to not look like a fool in public. She cared.

I needed to talk to her. I needed to know if she created Naomi inside me, a strong woman who cleaned up my Neil life with such little effort. Or had Naomi always been inside me and Lori had just pulled her to the front?

One thing was clear. I liked being Naomi. I liked the person I had changed into, that in just a few days cleaned up my apartment, my personal life and my work life. I was already named Employee of the week, and I had so many ideas and leads, I was sure I was going to be Employee of the month as well. Neil that was, as so much of Naomi's confidence was now in Neil as well. So, whatever Lori had done, my success was thanks to her.

It was confusing. But intriguing as well. Maybe it was a mindfuck, but I wasn't fucked up. It felt more like a gift. Naomi was a gift. And she had a future, I suddenly saw it.

I went to my walk-in closet. And there was the corner I had cleared for Naomi's clothes. I remembered hanging the skirt there, but there was a blouse as well. And two pairs of panties. And a pair of shoes with two inch heels. It took just five minutes and there in the mirror was I, Neil, looking at Naomi. And I liked what I saw.

Oh yes, there was a lot of work to do. Many pounds to lose. Many inches to shrink. Manhood to shrink, or to tuck better. Hair to grow. Cups to grow. Confidence to grow. Become one. Yes, I couldn't be two people, I had to merge Neil and Naomi into one person. Merge Neil into Naomi. That was my future.

So I worked my job. Called my customers. Used my girl voice. Called myself Naomi. And somehow it worked, hit a mark. And brought in another order on top of the rest. Did a quick dance in my heels, my skirt swishing around me. And loved every second of it.

When the doorbell rang, they carried in my vanity and it fit perfectly in my bedroom. An hour later a ton of makeup arrived, and I took another hour to unpack it all, give it a spot, and try it out.

When two paintings and a colorful vase were delivered I thought that was it, but Shirley must have ordered more, because suddenly I owned a bra. And a dress. The bra had significant padding and I put it on right away, to never take off again. The dress was thin fake leather with a built-in waist cincher, and suddenly I had some curves. I almost cried as I made a picture of myself in the mirror and texted Shirley. A dozen hearts and kisses came back.

That night, right after dinner, one more package arrived. There was a card signed by Shirley, and a dildo. The text on the card just said “Enjoy!” I had no clue what to do.

So, I meditated. And I became Naomi again, and she knew exactly what to do with the dildo. But rather than filling up my pussy, she used it on my rear. She had used some Vaseline on it, and slowly filled me up. And when it was inside me and she started wiggling it back and forth, she flipped a switch and a vibration hit me.

This is what a woman does, when she's alone. No man or BFF to eat her out, so you work on yourself. Naomi was an expert, somehow, and she found the spot inside me that took me higher and higher, until I exploded, and I had my first anal orgasm.

And when I came down I was Neil again, now knowing exactly what to do. And fifteen minutes later, my dildo cleaned and lubed up again, I sat naughtily on all fours in front of the mirror, lifted up my skirt, and took my anal virginity again. Neil's anal virginity. While my phone was recording. I saw my face react, a woman in heat, and when I turned on the vibration I found my hotspot.

Seeing a horny woman in the mirror, in sexy leather, get herself off, I reached another orgasm in seconds, and I was thrilled to hear how feminine my scream sounded. There was the minor problem that I couldn't stop cumming as long as the vibration kept stimulating me. And with my reaction so strong I couldn't find the switch to turn it off, and eventually I had to rip the damn thing from my rear. What a trip it was!

Watching it back on my phone made me horny again, and I almost came once more, just from seeing the sluttie me. I knew I was on a dangerous path of losing myself, yet it felt so right, I didn't want to stop it.

I texted Shirley. “Thanks for the gift. I enjoyed myself tremendously. Twice!”

She only texted back emoticons, but some seemed very sexually oriented that I figured she approved.

Maybe it was that approval that set my mind. I needed more clothes, and that included office wear. And lucky enough, an enormous sale was going on at the website Shirley showed me yesterday. I spent over a thousand dollars, trying to find outfits that I could still use if my bodily size kept shrinking, with the path I was on.

The next day, Friday, I had to suppress all my urges to look like Naomi. The office wasn't ready for that yet. Or so I thought, because I was to report to HR the moment I came in. The order I had received the day before was at the attention of Naomi Young, and multiple calls from customers had come in already, asking for Naomi. Legally they couldn't accept the order, unless there was a Naomi Young working for us.

In a way it made things easier, and I explained how I finally had come out as a transgender woman, and I had accidentally used my female name, as the customer had been delighted to deal with a woman on our side. It had been so uplifting, hence my success in the past few days.

With the company being on the look for a female sales person they were fine with Naomi, but it meant that Neil had to be gone. And Naomi was expected to dress in female attire, and I nodded that I was working on that. Apparently my boss had recommended me for a bonus, and the three thousand would help in that as well, but as they had changed my name in the system as we were talking, I needed to change the name on my bank account as well, in order to receive that money.

The bank however wouldn't change the name on my account unless I could show proof of my new name. And in one day of dealing with governmental escapades Neil was gone. And in a company wide email it was announced that Naomi Young would start on Monday, replacing Neil Young. I felt both embarrassed and thrilled.

That night I arrived early at the gym and caught Lori by herself. She confirmed most of what I had guessed already. She ran a strictly female only gym, and had only accepted me after pleading from Heather, who was a close friend of hers as well. With the mental suggestions to all four in our group on healthy choices, as part of the program, it was not hard to include their acceptance of me being a woman named Naomi. She had needed more work on me for that, and she had included Shirley in that as well, as we were partnered up in our training.

At the end of each session a short meditation would bring Neil back, but that had failed already earlier in the week as Shirley and I had taken so long in the shower. Let's say that was an unexpected side effect, but it caused Naomi to be around much longer. And the one suggestion in me was that in Naomi mode I was eager to learn how to be a woman.

And she wasn't surprised about my dreams, very vivid and me being Naomi. The effect of the healthy mental suggestions would typically get reinforced within dreams, and on me and Shirley that was the case about the Naomi suggestion as well. But, Lori concluded, she believed it was so strong in me, simply because apparently it wasn't something new in my mind. It had just never come out of my subconscious that my mind leaned more to female than to male.

That was a shocking thought, and I started denying it right away, until I remembered how I had looked at celeb magazines, with beautiful women in long gowns and high heels, and I had wondered how that would feel on your skin. I had quickly burrowed those thoughts as gay, and started growing a beard to prove I wasn't. But, with my last girlfriend always wearing jeans and never heels, I had tried to convince her to wear more skirts and even a gown, but it had become a moot point, as she had suggested I try walking in a skirt and heels for a day. And I remembered it had given me an erection in my pants, and quickly burrowed it again. And just one night ago I had ordered a gorgeous gown with four inch heels.

So maybe Lori was right, and she had just freed my own desires with her suggestions on being Naomi. And I had no desire to go back to being Neil. Lori wasn't too worried. Her suggestions would never let you do something you didn't want in the first place, it just helps with motivations. And she was just glad to have brought the right me out of me. And she was proud of having named the new me. Naomi!

When the rest of the group arrived I knew what I wanted. And I would get it the next day. Breasts that were part of me. And a pussy that was part of me. Everything else would simply fall in place. Shirley shared my positive attitude, and I really started liking this gym, and the work we put in it. We agreed that in a few weeks our bodies would have improved so much that we dared to go out dancing after the workout session.

Until then we'd go straight to my place and although we occasionally got each other off, we spent more time on fashion and makeup sessions. More BFF's than lovers, and she confessed her husband had taken a liking to all the work she put in and the results it had on her. It was really improving her sex life, and I sucked up every detail she shared.

That Saturday I invited Heather over, and I told her about my week and that I was officially Naomi now. And just like that, my best friend became my lover. Not right away obviously, but when I asked her to help me find some breast forms, online I figured, she knew of a place right here in town.

It wasn't even a shop, and we had to call ahead, but the woman that helped us was another friend of Heather. And never did I meet someone who loved the product that she sold so much, as my soon to be friend as well Jasmine. I had to explain exactly my situation, and how my current size would come down, given all the exercises I was doing, and I only had to mention Lori's gym, for her to nod.

My new breasts weren't huge, but they would be a nice size on my expected frame in the near future. And although I had worked already on getting my body hairless, she spent fifteen minutes at least oiling around my nipples and cleansing I guess where my breasts would be glued. Another half hour later the breasts were on me, with not a seam visible, and with permanent concealer the color adapted to my own skin. These breasts wouldn't come off again, unless a surgeon carefully sliced them off my skin.

My crotch area was more complicated, based on how much I wanted my manhood to still be accessible. As Jasmine explained I could be a complete woman while still having an active male member. As far as I cared however I was going to be a woman, and not something in-between. And as scary as it sounded, she suggested that a castration would give me the most comfortable vagina, until I went for a surgery to get my own womanhood. She was licensed to perform the procedure, which she could do right now, and then in about three days I could have my prosthetic vagina glued in place.

That seemed reasonable to me, but it was Heather that made me reconsider. She knew of ways to still get a comfortable vagina, which would render my manhood unusable, but not so permanent. In case I ever wanted children, she reasoned, and that was when I saw her pleading with her eyes. And another hour later I had a pussy that would give some pleasure to me and whomever would be my partner.

But Jasmine offered more services, as she had a laser hair removal device, and I had appointments for her to work on my face. And she had a special, adjustable waist cincher, that would help with my shape, while I worked on my body through exercise and diet. When we finally left, I told Heather that I loved Jasmine, at which she replied, “I know. Hard to believe she was once a man like you, right?”

I was shocked indeed, but at once I knew my body would be in good hands with Jasmine. Heather took my hand, and as we went on a shopping spree, I learned so many things about her, that she never discussed when I was still Neil.