Thursday

Maybe I should have explained better why Alisha didn't stay last night. So, talking about dates, we arrived here on Saturday. I met Alisha on Monday, as she'd taken a two day break to enjoy the good weather. She'd taken an extra day Wednesday so she could meet all my friends. She had to work today for an important meeting, and she didn't want to run the risk of being late, as the pre-meeting started at 7am. She had taken the Friday off again as she wanted me to meet her doctor and enjoy our last day together. Because of the extra days she'd taken, she had to work the whole weekend, while we had to leave the house on Saturday.

Last night we texted quite a bit while in bed. It's crazy how quickly you can get used to somebody, which made not being together much harder. I guess that's how love works. But eventually we both fell asleep and I woke up early when she texted that she missed me making breakfast.

That gave me an idea and I spent the following hours in the kitchen, making breakfast for ten. The smells drew them all slowly downstairs, each in a different state of hangover. But my coffee and omelets and toast and pastries and breakfast potatoes and rolls and fruits and fresh juice got them all back in a state of happiness. And it was funny how easily they'd forgotten about Zach, seeing how easily they hugged and kissed Sabine, even the guys.

The men were planning a round of golf at the country club, while us girls looked forward to a spa day. I was happy to borrow a yoga outfit and some matching sneakers, but with its tight fit it showed I still had some work to do on my body. Thank God I had the corset on still.

The yoga class we started with showed me many exercises that I could do at home to improve my shape. And I realized that the other girls weren't really that much more lean than me. They'd just done this more often, so it looked like they knew what they were doing.

Afterwards in the spa they provided us with bikinis and a short kimono and I felt a bit exposed when we started with massages. But both my friends and the staff put me at ease. I was one of them now. And the way my skin was treated with oil, strong hands massaging it in, every muscle worked on until I was totally relaxed, made me think that the girls had the better part of the deal, though we knew the guys would later boast about all their accomplishments on the greens.

Later, one of the managers took me aside, asking me if I were interested in a better way to hold my manhood back, specifically designed for transgenders who had no interest in using that manhood for intercourse anymore. It was a more severe version of the sheath that I had now, but with no chance to pull it out again. The way it would be tucked would prevent any potential hard-ons from happening. But it would give me a pee-hole like every other woman, and it would even look like I had a pussy, although no penetration was possible. I could be naked in the showers and other women would not be able to tell.

In the past nights of wonderful sex with Alisha our manhoods had never been involved. In a way we had experienced lesbian sex, and I was perfectly happy with that, as I had never been good at being the “penetrator”. And I didn't think Alisha had a need for my dick either. They told me it could easily be undone if I decided differently later, but they did warn that the longer I locked my manhood away, the harder it would be brought “back to life”.

It was an easy choice, and while the other girls went back and forth between hot and cold tubs, I had the procedure performed on me that made me look like a woman down there as well. They actually suggested getting me breast implants as well but as much as I liked the thought, I wanted to prepare better for that, as it would shut me down for a few days. Plus I had to put some money aside for that, as the laser treatments I definitely wanted were not cheap either.

As I waited for the surgical glue to set, they gave me a hand mirror, and I was shocked to see how real it looked. And how real it felt, because when I sat down on the toilet to pee, it came out from a much better angle, less messy, although I would have to wipe myself clean from now on.

When I joined the others in the pool I felt confident enough to tell them what I had done. It was a signal that Sabine was there to stay, and they were all happy about that. It became intimate even as two of them wanted to feel for themselves, and invisible to anyone farther away I felt their fingers across my crotch, all the way to my pee-hole and beyond. One of them even pushed a finger in my ass hole and she smiled when she heard my delighted gasp.

Afterwards we all ended up in the salon, and for the second day in a row they worked on my face. My makeup however was still good for another few days, so the girl suggested giving me some blond highlights in my hair. It was a good decision as it added again more femininity to my face. It wasn't until she was done that I realized that the blonde hair was woven into my own, and there was enough to give me a high ponytail rather than the usual tail from the back.

We all looked amazing I have to say and we took many pictures in our kimonos. But I realized right away that I would need a whole new wardrobe real soon. That's when the girl who did my hair said that they had a shop with donated clothes, only open for the spa customers of the day. I wasn't sure about buying second hand clothes until I saw the collection. This was all high-end stuff, donated probably by millionaires after only one use.

I found everything I needed to get through the next month or so without wearing anything a second time. Even my friends were happily shopping for evening gowns and lingerie. My favorite find was a pair of four inch heeled sandals that strapped all along my legs up to my knees. Which went well with a low cut mini dress that oozed sex.

They had a surprising amount of corsets and waist cinchers in my size and I needed them all to fit my new wardrobe. I don't think Alisha was going to complain if I wore a silver shimmering silk evening gown. And just to be sure I added a few business suits. I think I maxed out my credit cards, but each of the girls bought me one or two pieces as well, and I ended up with two full length yoga outfits, a jogging outfit and last but not least the most sexy excuse of a bathing suit, that would probably get me arrested if I'd wear that in public.

When we met up with the guys again they were shocked how nice we all looked. Jaxon showed a clear interest in me, Zach easily forgotten. We had dinner together and we had to listen to impossible shots, bunker escapes and a hole in one. Sort of. But I cherished my friends, our friendship, and I could only conclude how happy I was that I'd come along.

We played games later on and Jaxon and I were now a team to be reckoned with, rather than two outcasts. Okay, that is not quite fair, but earlier in the week that's how we felt more or less. In bed I texted Alisha, asking how her day had been, and telling her I had a few surprises. We were asleep before she could trick me in telling what the surprises were.

Friday

Alisha picked me up early, but first I showed her my new loot, and she was impressed with my taste and my looks. Then I dropped my panties, as if I was going to try something on for her, and I saw her stare at my crotch. She knew exactly what it was, and she asked “Are you sure about that?” And I nodded, I'd never been more sure about something. We ended up kissing, and as she worked her lips down my body on her way to my crotch, I told her I could have gotten breast implants as well.

She stopped only for seconds to tell me there was no rush, but she'd help me find the right pair. That's when she concentrated on my body again, and by the time she reached my crotch I was mighty hot. So, my dick was perhaps hidden and incapable of growing hard, but the pressure her massaging hands applied felt delicious. And when her tongue took over and her mouth sucked vacuums across my smooth area, her fingers disappeared in my rear. And worked up as I was, I couldn't stop my orgasm hitting her full in the face.

As my trembling slowly subsided she smiled, saying I was her woman, and she'd make me cum any time she desired. I just nodded, accepting my fate.

She helped me into a cute outfit, tight leggings with a loose blouse, giving me a bit of a pirate look. And in simple two inch pumps we were on our way. I didn't eat because I needed to give blood first at her doctor. Ten minutes later we went through a list of questions, all related to how long I'd been dressing as a girl, my mental state, my sexual preferences, my sexual activity, protection, etc.

Her doctor was nice though, and she told me not to worry too much about the questionnaire, as in her experience every person, every story was unique. And that definitely fit mine, but she was not surprised. As a matter of fact, she fully agreed with my own assessment. I would be much happier as a woman than I'd ever be as a man.

As she did a physical on me, she took particular interest in what was done to my crotch area. But, she warned me that it was not healthy for my body due to the way my scrotum was squeezed too tightly. In less than a year the damage would be irreversible. So, if I planned to never go back to being a man again, it would be better to go for a small surgery and have the scrotum removed, which would be much more comfortable and it would stimulate breast growth and other female characteristics due to the lack of male testosterone.

It wasn't like I had to decide right now. Given the short time I was Sabine she suggested I live like a woman at least for a full month before I decided on any change to my body. And she gave me the name and number of a specialist like herself in the city where I lived.

I felt good about the doctor's visit but I worried about my scrotum either going bad or having surgery on it. What if I ever wanted children somehow?

Alisha said then that before she was castrated herself she had collected a lot of her sperm and had it frozen for later use. And her sister had promised that if she ever wanted children with a male partner, she would go through a pregnancy for her, using the partner's sperm.

I was shocked to hear that she had been castrated, but she called it one of the happiest days of her life. She became a true woman after that, thanks to the hormonal change in her body, but also mentally by giving up on her manhood. Her dick had shrunken since then up to the point it couldn't be held back between her legs anymore. And it felt more like a clitoris than anything else.

I had to think that over, but I soon understood her feelings. Had I not myself simply given up on my dick already? Has I not said that I wouldn't mind if I never had sex as a man again? And when I asked her if she would be upset if I did the same thing, she said, only if I didn't get some of my sperm frozen. That way I could still be the father of our future children. And I suddenly wondered if my own sister would do the same for us with Alisha's frozen sperm.

Anyway, we had a whole day of surfing ahead of us, and soon we were in our swimsuits, which looked even better on me, thanks to my now smooth crotch. Alisha had some food and drinks packed in a waterproof bag, which I tied on top of my board. And then we sailed, the other way, so not to where we had met that first day. We weren't playing but it was fun to speed along together, and the beaches we passed were more and more empty. Until finally, after a stretch of no beach at all there was a small inlet with a beautiful beach around it that seemed like it had never been touched by people yet.

When we'd pulled our boards from the water, I checked what was beyond the dunes, and saw literally no sign of any settlement. It was a swamp area with sharp rocks everywhere, enough to keep people far away, and we realized it was just us in our own little world. We called the inlet Mermaid beach, because this was just the place where mermaids would come to sunbathe.

I felt like a mermaid myself as I stretched out in the warm sand, imagining I had a fishtail rather than legs. But Alisha ended that fantasy quickly as she nestled between my legs, and covered me with her body. She had brought our snake, and soon she was taking me deep. I screamed in joy, delighted that no one could hear me. Us, because Alisha was pretty loud herself.

When we had both come twice, we finally took a break and got our picnic food. It tasted good, but more importantly it was romantic. And we talked about our futures.

Alisha was very upfront and she talked about me being part of her future. And although I realized this was real quick after knowing her less than five days, I simply could not picture a future without her either. Wasn't I giving up everything that I was, everything that I'd worked for, to be her woman?

Once more I realized how easily I could talk with her, fantasize with her, and still be myself. Together we fine tuned our future, our children, our home right here at Mermaid Beach, both of us being able to work remotely. We were both beautiful, with pussies that added an extra dimension to our sex lives. My breasts, as sensitive as hers, overflowing with milk to feed our babies.

Then, more seriously, we talked about getting married, but we decided it was too soon. First we should see what would happen once we lived apart again for a while. Maybe the magic would disappear? In a way this reality check drew us even closer, both of us planning to keep the magic going no matter where we were.

We took our time sailing back, knowing it would be our last journey together for the next month or so. As we took the boards “home” we made love once more in the shower, after which I made us dinner, while Alisha watched. She gave me one more token of her love, the ring she'd been wearing for a few years, a gift from her sister. But we also promised that the next ring would be the start of our engagement.

As she took me back to the house, it was with pain in my heart. She said goodbye to everyone and wished us a safe trip home, and then she was gone, leaving a void in my insides. The evening was sweet the way my friends tried to distract me, but I went to bed early, supposedly to pack.

Saturday

Our van had been full when we came here a week ago, but now, with all my extra clothing it was bursting almost. The trip back was uneventful however, and Jaxon did a good job distracting me from missing Alisha. Somehow he and I had become friends this week, thanks to Sabine I guess, but that's who I was by now.

Sunday

My sister came by. We live about half an hour apart, so it's not like we see each other every day, but she knew I needed her now. She was stunned by all the clothes I had bought and we had a couple of fun hours trying everything on. We had always been close, but somehow she was much happier having me as a sister. Then we talked about my work the next day.

I had this vague idea of turning back into Zach and then trying to get in a meeting with HR and discuss the company's take on transgenders. Alisha had given me a dissolvent to remove my breasts and I should be able to force my hair back into my old ponytail, right?

Meg had to laugh about that. I had forgotten about the extra hair woven into my own, and styled fashionably. And my eyebrows were wonderfully sculpted into a feminine arch. Not to mention my extended red nails that would definitely not come off. And did I have anything manly to fill the holes in my ears?

No, she suggested I had a better chance to show up fully en femme than as someone in-between. And maybe I could use my laptop and schedule that meeting with HR right now, for early in the morning, and go straight from home to that meeting. And surprisingly, the HR manager was not scheduled for any other meeting and fifteen minutes after I submitted the request, she had acknowledged it.

My sister, who was a teacher, helped me get all critical issues to discuss on a piece of paper, and although I felt fairly good about it I was afraid my boss would be very unhappy. I was well aware that in a day's time I could be without a job.

Monday

The meeting with HR went well. I wasn't the first one, they told me, although they wouldn't disclose who had gone before me. They liked my looks and appreciated the note from Alisha's doctor, explaining that my manhood was locked away and would require surgery before it could become active again. A bit dramatic I thought, but it opened the door for me to use the women's restroom.

Now, in my HR file I was still registered as male, but they would honor my new pronouns, she and her. My boss however, who was summoned to the meeting room, was very unhappy and kept calling me Zach and by male pronouns. It suddenly became a very tense meeting.

Afterwards they apologized for my boss's attitude, but they suggested that I move to a different department. There was an opening in Sales, which I had no interest in. Two openings in manufacturing would be an enormous step back for an engineer like me. The only other options were a junior position in R&D or moving to the West coast where I could continue in an engineering position.

I didn't want to move farther away from Alisha, so I chose the junior position. Well, it wasn't that easy, I had to submit my resume and do an interview on Wednesday. Until then they suggested I work from home. Which gave me a chance to update my resume, because in relation to R&D I had brought up a number of improvements that were indeed implemented by them in their new designs.

Wednesday

Well, I learned something new. In my old life as Zach I had not been very agile. And rather than bringing up my ideas for improvement during the interdepartmental meeting with the R&D engineers, I had been too frightened to speak up, and only much later shared them with my boss. Who, at his turn, had suggested these ideas upwards as his own. So, there was some disbelief about the things I had written on my resume.

But, my engineering abilities were solid, and as Sabine I had no problem speaking up, and as I explained how I had gotten to those ideas they started backtracking. My boss had never been able to explain how he had gotten those ideas. And when they brought up a new problem they were currently facing, I had at least three suggestions to attack the issues at hand. I was hired on the spot.

Due to the fact that it was a junior position I would have to give in a bit on my pay. But, if I would work out my suggestions and help them break the impasse, they would recommend me for a promotion that would put me ahead of my current pay. Besides that, they were excited to hire a female engineer.

Because I was in the system already I could start right away, and in mere hours I knew I had made the right choice. Inclusion was key, and there was no such thing as bad ideas. Sure, we'd do the math, maybe a prototype or simulation even, but even an idea that didn't work was considered a success, and just as well documented as the ones that did pass. You simply never knew in what situation the unsuccessful idea could one day be turned into money.

Thursday

Today I had my first confrontation. It started out pretty good, back on my old floor, but now on the other side of the table. Understanding both sides I was soon in the middle, talking both ways, and in a way this meeting went better than many I'd been in. It was still hard to believe that as Zach I would have hardly said a word, but Sabine had everyone listening.

Things went wrong during a break, when I had to go to the bathroom. I found a stall in the women's and I heard others come in after me. After I had wiped, flushed, straightened my skirt and left the stall, I knew I was in trouble. Two ladies from Customer Service and one from accounting were waiting for me, telling me I had no business being in the ladies room. And if I thought that looking like a woman would give me permission to be there, they'd make sure it was safe for real women.

And before I could say anything to defend myself, one held me from the back by my arms, a second lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down, and the third had a small metal cage or something, no doubtedly meant to lock up my dick. Had there been one.

The surprise on their faces was clear, as the one with the cage shamelessly prodded my crotch, trying to figure out where my dick was. So I told them it would require surgery to get my manhood back, and if they please would let me go. They did, but as I pulled up my panties and smoothed my skirt back, the one with the cage said, “Why in the world would you ever give up on your dick like this? I'd love to have one, rather than a damn pussy!”

And when I replied, “If you magically grew a dick overnight, should you be allowed here in the ladies room?” At which she replied instantly, “Of course not!”

Then, a few seconds later, much softer, “Oh, I guess it works both ways, right? I get it now. Oh my god! I'm sorry for doing this to you. I never thought of your feelings, only my own. And we were mistaken.” The others nodded, a look of shame clearly on their faces.

They wanted to know if there was anything they could do to make it up to me, buy me lunch or anything. I simply asked them to keep my “business” private, and treat me like any other woman. I'm not going to say we were suddenly best friends, but from then on they would stand up for me, if either my womanhood or transgender status was questioned. And later I heard they shut my former boss up multiple times, when he would rant about me.