Tuesday

I guess I never slept in the guest room. And waking up I found myself in her arms, and a great love swept through me. Who would have known that accidentally taking the wrong surfboard would bring this woman in my life? And would bring Sabine in her life? The undeniable truth hit my mind. No matter what she said about Zach, it was Sabine she needed. And no matter what I thought about being Zach, the only way we'd have the best sex ever was by me being Sabine. Could I live with that?

No better way than to find out starting now. And I carefully pulled from her wrapped arms and found my way to the attached bathroom. In the large mirror I saw myself, a reasonably pretty woman with a very satisfied look on her face. I had to sit down on the toilet, with my manhood still pulled back between my legs. It made peeing quite messy I had to confess, but I knew women always had to wipe themselves clean, so that's what I did as well.

I found a wrapped toothbrush and as I brushed my teeth I had to smile how we didn't take time last night for anything else but sex. As I sneaked quietly out of the bedroom, I found a wonderful coffee machine in her kitchen that would grind the beans first before brewing a perfect cup. Just the smell of it made my mouth water.

I found eggs, a pepper, tomatoes and onions. I cut all the veggies in small dice as I whipped a bunch of eggs in a bowl. And as I mixed it all together I started baking a large omelet. I found bread and put a few slices in the toaster. And with two large coffee's, two omelets, toast and some condiments, I brought a large tray back to the bedroom, where Alisha was stirring.

She was impressed and she told me she could get used to that, and it was exactly what I wanted as well. Breakfast is so much better when shared, and I was fantasizing already doing this every day for my lover.

Afterwards she looked seriously at me, and she asked if it was going to be Zach or Sabine to do the photo shoot. I'd forgotten all about the photo session, but my mind was made up for the day already. I wanted to be Sabine for her.

She took it very seriously, and knowing we'd both be surfing after the shoot, she used waterproof makeup on me, after once more doing a full hair removal session, even in my crotch area. She spent more time on blending my falsies with my own skin, so they looked naturally on me. They were her old breasts, she said, before she started on hormones. This time she worked on my nails as well, both on my hands and feet. I had to get used to much longer nails, and if I thought that was hard, walking in two inch heels had me stumbling through the apartment. But she knew what was expected from the initial shoot, and heels were a must.

All these things together made the overall Sabine experience a lesson in femininity, and the better I did, the bigger her smile, and that drove me hard. She dressed me in her colorful bathing suit, covered with a long beach dress. But she warned me I would get one in the trans colors. Afterwards however she would take that suit as she took the new board with the smaller sail.

Having never done more than selfies, I did not know what to expect. The surf shop owner was a bit surprised about Zach being gone, but I told him that I felt more comfortable in girl mode when wearing the transgender colors. The photographer didn't care, but after I got my new swimsuit on, she wanted me to walk in sandals with three inch heels, which meant I was wobbling during most of the shoot. But apparently not on any of the pictures.

The shots on the water were much more real, and I gave them some good material, flying across the waves. My only problem was that I could not truly hang down with this sail, as it was too small to hold my full weight. Before we knew it we were done and both Alisha and I changed into our respective bathing suits. Then we were on our way.

It took a few hours but by then Alisha mastered the head dip as well as me, and together we flew across the water. I had always considered wind surfing a sport between just myself and the elements, but now I realized that it's double the fun to do it with a partner.

Afterwards, the rush still in our blood, I realized my friends were wondering if I'd ever come back, and I told them I was seriously in love, but I would come over the next day to introduce Alisha. I didn't tell them anything about Sabine, but I enjoyed all their cheers.

That night I cooked, something I'd been ignoring for years now, hence my increased waist size from always eating out. It was healthy and I told Alisha I wanted to get in better shape as quickly as possible. And when she asked if I wanted a boy or a girl shape, the answer being girl of course, she took me with her to her yoga class, and I learned about a whole new lifestyle.

We were both exhausted from a full day of exercise and already I could feel my tummy feeling softer. But I knew it would take much longer to get the right shape, so what was I going to do? Back to being Zach at the end of the week? Or was Sabine to stay?

Alisha suggested I was Sabine when visiting her, and live my normal life as Zach. But I already knew that Sabine needed to come out more often, even while away from Alisha. That's when she asked the real question at hand. Was I Sabine just for fun? Or did I feel Sabine was the real me?

Well, of course Sabine couldn't be the real me, after just one day. But there were a few things I really liked about her. The self confidence, all shyness gone. The sex of course, but that goes without saying. The way Alisha smiled and the loving look on her face.

But, I liked my new looks as well. I was never really overweight until I left my parent's house for college, and experienced the terrible fifteen pounds that so many students add, due to the fact that the food plan covers pretty much unlimited food, though not as nutritious as it should be. And oh, I really went overboard with everyday ice cream as dessert. And when I was done with college and moved to the city I never picked the healthy lifestyle back up, that my parents had instilled in me for years.

Until now... Sabine knew what was wrong, and had already started to fix it. But other than that, until just a few days ago I had no idea that I had a Sabine inside me. Unless…

No, that's crazy talk, that can't have anything to do with it. It was just my sister being crazy. She's a good year older than me and she was always one year ahead of me in school. We are close, our parents not having favorites, and teaching us both the same. That's how I learned to cook, my mom teaching us both since I was ten. And until college we each cooked dinner twice a week for the family, our mom also cooking for two days, and our dad on Sundays. And although breakfast was always a hurry during the week, Megan would make breakfast on Saturday and I on Sunday.

Now, in a similar way, our dad would teach us how to use tools and fix things in the house, the yard, and the car. Meg would pick it up like that, but I always struggled. I was creative, but more on the computer than with my hands. But, learning these things together, created a bond between us that we both still cherish.

So, I knew a lot of her friends and also some of her boyfriends. I knew when she lost her virginity, and she did her best helping me to lose mine. But, where she was outgoing and confident, I was shy and insecure.

I remember as if it were yesterday the skirt she showed me, that she would wear that weekend, with her new boyfriend. I was fascinated by it, the material, soft leather, felt warm to the touch. And as she saw the wonder on my face, she told me to try it on.

Of course I refused, but her mind was stronger than mine, and knowing that it would always stay between us, I gave in eventually. It wasn't so much about the skirt but about the fabric that gave me a real good feeling, which did not go unnoticed. It fit quite well actually as we were similar in size, her curves not as pronounced yet.

Unfortunately for her, the boyfriend broke up that weekend, and the skirt disappeared deep in a drawer. She forgot all about it, but I did not. I sometimes borrowed it, when I knew she wouldn't be home for a few hours, and I would masturbate while wearing it, then quickly put it back in the drawer. She never knew…

Neither did she about the leather leggings that she bought one day and wore a few times. This wasn't real leather like the skirt, but I was still fascinated by the shiny tightness. The first time I tried it on, secretly, I loved how my legs seemed slimmer yet longer, and I understood why girls would wear high heels, just to make their legs even longer.

Now, masturbating in the leggings was a whole different matter. The only way it looked decent on me was if I pushed my manhood back between my legs, in a similar way that the piece of skin fabric that Alisha glued between my legs holds my dick back right now.

But, not being able to hold it in my hand made it harder to cum. And then I had to be quick to pull it out so as not to mess up the leggings. Until I found a solution and simply wrapped a condom around my dick. Then through the tight fabric I would sort of massage it, until both the thought and the feeling made me cum.

When she left for college I took ownership over both garments, and I still had them in my apartment somewhere. Neither one did fit me anymore thanks to my extra pounds, but now I wondered. With Sabine's special care, would my size go back down far enough?

Another time when people questioned my sexuality was when Meg had painted my nails black, just for fun, when I was in highschool. What did I know about nail polish remover? Nothing, so I ended up going to school like that. And although some laughed at me, I ended up dating a goth girl for a few weeks. She taught me how to eat pussy, because that was all I could get early on.

I remember that she had two piercings right at the entrance of her pussy, which I actually didn't mind playing with using my tongue and fingers. Neither did I mind the nipple piercings she had, I thought it was hot. But she made me paint my lips with black gloss, before I could suck them. In return she used what she called a magic wand on me, teasing the base of my dick and around my ass until I would come.

My goth period was soon over after that though, as she wanted the next step, which I was perfectly happy with, but I had to get my own piercing first. Straight through the tip of my dick. Only much later did I realize how dominant she had been, and I had almost given in, but I managed to pull out, and my sister gladly helped me remove all the black from my nails and my face. She never pulled a joke on me like that again.

But ever since, in the shower, I would always finish with the shower head in my hand, spraying up between my ass cheeks, making sure all the soap there was washed away, I told myself, but it was the slight massage that made me think of the magic wand. Not that I could come from it, but it was a feel-good before my day started.

But now I was wondering. Had some of this stuff been lingering in my mind since? Was that why I had accepted Sabine so easily? It seemed unlikely, but seeing how strong Sabine already was, not impossible.

If I was honest with myself though, the one thing that stood out was that I liked submitting. As Zach, having to “perform” during sex while already so insecure, sex was a chore rather than something to be cherished. I guess that's why I liked oral sex, as I could concentrate on the other's pleasure. And when that other person then worked on making me cum, it was in their hands, and I could simply let myself go.

And sex as Sabine I was the “bottom”. Even though I was so much more confident, during sex Alisha was in complete control over my pleasure. She would fill me up. She would determine when to turn on, or off, the vibration. She offered her breasts for me to suck. She'd kiss me crazy. And in all the pleasure she gave me, she got the best sex out of it as well, but she was in control over when and what happened. And I already knew that if she wanted me to pierce my dick, I would have it done without question. If she wanted me to have real breasts, I would get them somehow. If she wanted me to be Sabine forever, I would be Sabine. Forever.

I don't know how long my whole thought process had taken. But Alisha was looking at me curiously. She had asked me if I felt that Sabine was the real me. And deep down I knew she hoped that that was the case. And it turned out it was that simple. “Yes”, I answered, “yes, I think you have shown me who I really am. Who I want to be. Sabine!”

And I saw in her eyes that some hidden worry vanished. She had wanted this answer. And although I was happy to please her, I always would be happy to please her, I knew my answer was genuine, it was my own desire, my future that drove it. A future that would include her, she'd help the new me to take on the world, but it was my choice.

And I pulled her into me, her mouth on mine, and as I kissed her deeply, I gave myself to her. And the way she kissed me back, gentle and understanding, but just as eager, I knew I was in good hands.

With the decision made, I started on a path that she'd be on for years already. So many things needed to happen, but the most important one was “coming out”. To the world. To my family, my friends, my work. And she warned me that not everyone would agree with the new me. Some may even hurt me. But she would be there for me, like her mother and sister had been there for her.

And suddenly I knew what to do first. Call my sister. This was too important to delay any longer. Her support was critical, before anything else. So I called her.

“Hey Meg, what's up?”

“Hi Zachary, how's the vacation going?”

“Oh, quite good actually. I've fallen in love!”

“I've heard people saying that about the Outer Banks. It must be really nice out there.”

“It is, yes. But I meant I fell in love. With a woman!” I suddenly saw Alisha looking at me, with surprise in her eyes.

“...”

“Sis! You there?”

“Sorry, Zach. I thought you said you'd fallen in love…”

“I did! For a few days now.”

“And eehhmm. Does she know it?”

“She does. And she loves me back.” Alisha nodded hard, a big smile now on her face, and I suddenly realized we'd never officially declared our love to one another like that.

“Oh wow! That's wonderful bro. How'd you manage to overcome that nasty shyness?”

“I ehhh.. I stole her windsurf board. And she was too mad with me for me to be shy.”

“You stole her board. And she was super mad. And thus you fell in love?”

“Sort of. It took a good bit of talking before she believed me I had mistakenly taken the wrong board. And then we realized we had a lot in common.”

“Well little bro, I'm very happy for you. I take it she's nice?”

“Oh yes. And she brought something unexpected out of me.”

“Oh oh.. don't tell me you got her pregnant already!”

“What? Oh no, that's not what I meant. She sort of made me realize I wanted to be a girl, just like her…”

“Haha.. for a moment I thought you said you wanted to be a girl.”

“That's right. I go by Sabine now.”

“Sabine? That's actually a nice name. But wait. Is this someone like that goth girl again? Making you do things?”

“No, don't worry. This is all me. A new me. I've never felt so good, so confident in my life!”

“Hmmm. You sound confident indeed. And your voice is indeed higher, I realize now. Haha, maybe you can finally wear that leather skirt that you stole from me.”

“Ouch! You knew about that?”

“Of course. I always thought it looked better on you than on me. So I made sure you could find it in my drawer. Same with the leggings that you took. I always put them right on top of a pair of heels. But you never took the heels.”

“You baited me? Why?”

“Just for fun, I guess. But it seems like I knew that you had something of a girl inside you. Any chance I could talk to your girlfriend?”

That was typically my sister. I knew she'd support me, as long as I was happy. And she was going to make sure I was happy, so I gave my phone to Alisha, who softly said, “Hi, this is Alisha.”

And as she got to know my sister, she left the room, apparently wanting some privacy. And it took a good ten minutes until she came back, handing me my own phone back, while she was still talking like old friends, but now on her own phone. And once more she disappeared.

Long story short, Alisha and Megan liked each other. A lot. And they were making plans together to meet my parents. The weekend after next, Alisha would drive over to my place, then we'd pick up Meg, and then make the hour drive to my parent's home. And I had no clue how my parents would react to Sabine. At least it was good to know that Alisha could get along with Meg, it seemed like a blessing to me.

Wednesday

After a wonderful night of love-making, not just intense sex, we'd see my friends today. But before that, Alisha took me to a beauty place where they did more magic on my hair and my nails. I also got a laser treatment to permanently attack what body hair I still had. An “invisible” corset improved my shape but they told me I needed to lose about twenty pounds fast. Then they did my makeup professionally and once more I realized that I made a beautiful woman.

Alisha seemed to agree and after they pierced my ears she hung a delicate drape down from my ears. It had been a gift from her mother, shortly after she had come out as transgender, and that acknowledgement had been the best gift of her life. And although I protested that something so intimate should not be given away, she disagreed, saying it was the perfect symbol to start my journey into womanhood as well. I knew I would cherish them, despite the foreign feeling of something dangling from my ears.

The dress we bought, my first, made me undeniably female, yet was still simple enough to wear to a barbecue party. My first heels, although I had to learn to walk in them, felt magical, and I cursed myself for never picking up on my sister's hints. The way it changed my overall posture had me vowing to never wear flats again.

She made many pictures, for herself she said, but I knew she shared some with Meg, as I received a message saying “looking good Sis!” I felt more confident than ever before in my life, and I think that threw my friends off more than my physical changes. Obviously, they didn't recognize me at all when we showed up shortly after noon, but after telling my story they acknowledged it was me. The new me.

It was the ladies that were mostly interested in me, whereas the guys all wanted to talk with Alisha, the “real” girl. If only they knew. As Zach we had talked of course, or communicated, I should say. But it was never more intimate, like it was now, being Sabine. They liked my looks, although I was probably a bit overdressed compared to them in my dress, my heels, my makeup and my earrings. That didn't stop me from taking control over the grill outside, surprising everyone but Alisha, as none of them knew I used to cook before college.

I wore an apron to protect my dress, and I heard one of the guys joking that I looked like a Stepford wife. But I really enjoyed the girl's time, and I learned a lot about their view of their relationships, and even on having a family with children. I never knew that women joked around just as much as guys, and often quite sexual as well, or should I say naughty?

The food was all great and somehow it made it easier for the guys to accept that I was still one of them as well. All in all we had a great time, with lots of games and quite some drinking. Alisha held back a bit on that, as she still had to drive home. When she said goodbye everyone hugged her, but I kissed her hard right before she got in her car. Already I missed her and I had no clue how my night was going to be.