Heather's life had not been easy, as early on she found out that she was into other girls and not into boys. That isolated her from having true girl friends, and she confessed how much it meant to her that I had given her my friendship. Over time she had some flings with other girls, but not until after college did she make deep bonds like she had with Lori and Jasmine, and a few others. But romantically none of them were for her. But I was!

I guess mentally I was always right for her, but never physically. Until now. Having said that, I learned a few things about her that baffled me. For example, she really liked lingerie, even right now, under her jeans she wore a garter and stockings. And she convinced me to try some of that as well, and I was sold. But I wore it with a skirt, simply because I could now.

And mostly, when she comes over, she wears sneakers. But now, in stilettos, she was taller than me. Until she got me my own stilettos. By now I could appreciate the extra height, but it took a long time to get used to. Then she told me the only thing that could top this was an evening gown for me.

There was a specialized shop in the mall, and they had the perfect dress, despite the layers of fat I still had around my waist. But the black corset that was designed to go over the silver dress was simply perfect, and although I couldn't breathe, I looked amazing. And I needed every inch of my heels for the length of the skirt.

Until then I had been clueless about Heather's desires for me, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see the hunger in her eyes. And as I turned around in the dressing room to read her face better, she pulled me into her, and her tongue moved between my shocked lips. And just like that I finally understood the little hints and pushes she'd given me all day, slowly making me hers.

She put everything in her kiss, years long of frustration, a lifetime of friendship and then this unexpectedly blossoming desire. And it felt so good, I kissed her back, butterflies fighting to get out of my belly. Things would never be the same again…

It took all of our strength not to rip each other's clothes off, but we managed to get out and pay for my dress. And without saying a word Heather took me to an erotic shop and she bought a two-ended dildo and a few other toys. Then we drove to her place in silence.

Dressed in our lingerie and with stilettos still on, she took my virginity, and I knew I'd made the right choice, replacing my manhood with a pussy. Being penetrated by a vibrating dildo could only be topped by the fact that she was in the same situation. And with both ends swelling up inside us, we were connected, and we felt as one, our mouths also searching for penetration. Without one word being said I went from being her best friend to being her woman, as she became mine.

Of course we talked about it later, concluding that both our lives had led up to this moment of finally belonging. She suggested that I move in with her, and I nodded, as she had way more space than me, and I didn't want to spend another minute without her.

Funny thing, after a morning of becoming a woman, followed by an afternoon of shopping and then two hours of sex and realization, we still had an evening ahead of us. And Heather had tickets for a dinner show. The main reason why I needed an evening gown in the first place.

As we made ourselves beautiful, I realized I hadn't seen her often in a dress or skirt, let alone a full length evening attire. She wore a strappy shimmering sleeveless top on an ankle length leather hobble skirt with a zipper from top to bottom, giving her a chance to determine the length of a split, so she could walk in it. The zipper was almost down, but somehow she managed to walk in it on her four inch spikes while looking elegant doing so. I could still learn a lot from her.

But the most intriguing part of her outfit were her leather gloves. I wondered if these were opera gloves, but they went all the way to her armpits and wrapped just onto her shoulders. If I hadn't known her top was sleeveless I would have thought they were the sleeves somehow belonging to the top. The gloves enhanced the shape of her arms, yet giving her an extremely powerful look.

The Uber that took us to the theater almost looked like a limo, and that was good, because we were dropped off at the beginning of a red carpet. People were watching us from behind fences, like we were some celebrities. And a sharply dressed woman came to us, hug-kissing Heather, and Heather introduced us. “Victoria, please meet Naomi, my fiance. Naomi, meet Vicky, the director of this play.”

I was stunned for a moment. I had heard in the car that the play had moved from Broadway, and we were the first city where it would show, which explained the red carpet and the people and the press. But why would a famous director meet us personally on the red carpet, while people were making pictures?

In the consternation I forgot all about Heather calling me her fiance, but Vicky picked up right away on that, as she shook my hand. “Oh my god, Naomi, I can't wait to chat with you later, about how you took the amazing writer of my play off the market. Believe me, I have tried to hook her myself, but she was waiting for the right woman to cross her path. I'm so happy for the both of you!” And she pulled me in a hug like we'd been old friends. I smiled, as I answered, “Can't wait to hear your stories on that, but I'm glad it was me who crossed her path.”

And as Victoria left to greet some other people I wasn't sure what I was more stunned about. That Heather wrote this world famous Broadway show, or that she called me her fiance. But Heather whispered in my ear already, “Sorry about that, it was the only thing I could think of to keep her from advancing on me again. But as I said it, I wished it to be true.”

“Me too”, was the only thing I could manage in return.

And as the thought of getting married at some point overwhelmed my thoughts, I felt a warm tug in my belly, that told me how right it sounded. And I whispered back, “You better buy me a ring tomorrow.” And from the stunned look on her face, turning into a huge smile, she said, “You bet I will!”

I was floating now, my arm secure in her leather elbow, and as we moved closer to the entrance a reporter from the local TV station stopped us. And as she chatted with Heather for a minute I got myself under control again. They talked about her writing and I suddenly remembered how often Heather had gone to New York in the past years, and I never questioned it. I knew her writing was successful, and I actually have an early copy of the first book she ever wrote, signed and numbered. But the playwright thing was new to me, and I realized I had so much more to learn about her.

Suddenly the reporter asked me a question, and it was about our engagement, which apparently had spread across the carpet like a wildfire. And the answer I gave went viral, I found out later.

“You see”, I told her, and all the viewers, “I've known Heather all my life, we were close friends yet never romantically involved. But life is sometimes like a Sudoku game, where you have to put a lot of numbers in the right place. I struggled a lot, and in my mental state I over ate and didn't take good care of myself. At some point my friend here helped me with some of the numbers, and put them in the right place. And thanks to her I found a gym that has a unique way in helping women lose weight and give them back their dignity and pride. This helped me to shift more numbers into the right spot. And anyone who plays the game knows, there's only one solution, and that's the right one. Heather and I are the last two numbers that solved the puzzle. We're meant to be together forever.”

I've seen this reporter a few times on TV and I knew her to be a smooth talker, always having the last word. But right now she was speechless, at a loss for words. And before it could become painful, I heard the man behind the camera say “Commercial break!”

And as Heather and I moved away, I saw the reporter on her cellphone, and I heard her say, “Frank, it's me. I'm sorry things got out of hand between us last night. I need you babe. Here, by my side. I think I solved the puzzle!”

As I chuckled about her reaction, another woman was moving in on us, and I recognized the mayor of our city. And she wouldn't take no for an answer, until Heather promised she could personally perform the wedding ceremony.

As more people stopped us for various reasons my phone vibrated in the tiny little clutch I held in my hand. It was a text from Shirley, saying “Saw you on TV, you looked great!!! Congrats on the engagement” followed by a bunch of hearts and kisses. Another text came in from Lori, “U were wonderful! U made me cry…”

I was glad to finally get inside and be seated at our table. We had a few minutes to catch our breath, and Heather told me how proud she was with my speech, showing my vulnerability and then my strength. Then she said, “I can't wait to live the rest of my life with my best friend!” I lost my ability to speak, but not my chance to hug and kiss.

The food was good, the entertainment great, and several members of the cast came by our table to hug Heather and they included me as well. I was in awe the whole time, seeing how much Heather meant to them.

The after party was very similar. And had I even thought it was all about Heather, I was very wrong. Many people had heard about my interview on the red carpet, and they were intrigued. We weren't in LA so we weren't all in perfect shape, but my words had struck a chord. And many women asked me about Lori's gym.

On Sunday, after a night of nicely buzzed sex, followed by a good sleep in Heather's still leather arms, I could see my future as we shared a delightful breakfast and an even better shower together. Later, we went first to my apartment, to pick up my latest purchases, and slowly brought some of my stuff to my new home. Then she took me to a jewelry shop.

Of course Heather knew the owner, who happened to have received a pair of unique rings, not even on display yet. And they never would be, as they were perfect for us, designed for two women in love. I spent all of my bonus on Heather's ring, and then some, but I knew every penny was worth it. And her ring on my finger made our made-up story from the night before our new reality.

Our story was still talked about on TV. Apparently the major networks had picked up on the local news story. Not just my interview, but also the announcement of her wedding, by my interviewer, shortly after she made up with her boyfriend.

The word Sudoku was one of the trending hits on Google, and so was the name of Heather McDonald. Locally, Lori's gym got hundreds of hits. And of course the late night shows were joking about us, me mostly. They hadn't picked up yet on the fact that I was really a man, but the fact that I was clearly overweight had one of them suggesting that maybe I ate too much McDonald's. We had to chuckle, as in a way he was right.

But pounds and inches were coming off quickly. Which was good, as I noticed that my pictures often showed up in online stories. And you could literally follow Lori's success in her program, by following my pictures, week after week.

It was my own success as well, which translated into increased sales numbers at my office, Naomi doubling up on Neil's numbers, and a promotion soon following. Heather was happy for me, as she herself was also in an uplift, with multiple requests to create new plays, and her latest book on the bestseller list.

And although we were happily engaged, we hadn't discussed a wedding date yet. So much was going on right now that we didn't have time to plan an event like that. Which caused people to actually place bets on the anticipated date. Nowadays you can bet on anything…

There was a celebration when our group at Lori's graduated. We were all slim, but more importantly, we were healthy and knew how to stay healthy. Lori was mighty proud of us, as healthy snacks and drinks were out, and our spouses were there to celebrate with us. Of course there were lots of talk about my TV speech and the effect it had on all of us.

Shirley's husband was there and he couldn't keep his hands off her perky butt that was wrapped in leather look leggings. I could see his bulge, as I wrapped my arm around her hip, in my own, real leather pants and five inch stilettos. And I whispered in her ear to take care of his discomfort. As she left “for the bathroom” with her hubby, I found Heather and Lori wrapped in an embrace, both stunning in zen catsuits. I knew Heather was working on a new book, fiction, though based on Lori's and my story, and she was gathering information and the overall atmosphere.

After that milestone we were finally able to take a short vacation, and Heather surprised me, and all bettors, as we had a small wedding ceremony in a Jamaican resort. I became Mrs Naomi McDonald, soon to be a mother, as she told me during our wedding night that she was pregnant.

I knew it could happen, as in the past months we had been freeing my dick and pumped it for what was still there. It had been clear to me right away that it was a foreign part of my body, and I ended up with a sex change surgery, but not until we had extracted enough sperm apparently to make Heather pregnant. I was looking forward to start our family.