When I woke up again, the sunlight streaming into the room, I was alone in bed. But there was an envelope on his pillow, covered by a red rose. “Dear Carmen”, the letter in the envelope said.

“Sorry you had to wake up alone but I had an early meeting, and you seemed like you needed your sleep. I had a wonderful time yesterday and last night was amazing. I hope we have many more!

I know that your life was turned upside-down, but I think it made you unique, and I have been looking for something unique…

Anyway, please treat my home as your own. Any dress in the closet that fits you is yours, if you want it. I took the opportunity to make a reservation at an exclusive spa for you and your friend. The limo will take you, just text the number at the back of the envelope. Use it for anything you want to do.

Tonight I will be cooking for Greg and me, but I hope you and Jamie will be there as well. I left a fob on the countertop that will allow you to take the elevator up, please use it at your convenience.

Hope to see you both tonight.

With love, John”

Wow! He seemed indeed like a man in love, and it gave me flutters in my belly. But, I had to talk with Jamie. When I found my phone, conveniently on a charger, there were multiple messages from Jamie. The most critical one was “Did he make you his woman?”

I wasn't going to text back, I video called her right away, and she answered on the first ring. “Girl! How was it?”

“It was amazing! I had no idea how good sex could feel. And this morning I passed out after my third orgasm.”

“Don't worry darling. You'll get used to it.”

“I hope so… what about you? Greg good in bed?”

“Oh my god! Hope you don't mind me saying, but the best ever! He's clearly trying to turn a lesbian girl back to men. And remember, I was only lesbian for you. And now that you had sex as a woman, with a man, do you still want me?”

Well, that was a question. With an unclear answer. “I still love you, you know”, I tried.

“Of course honey, I still love you as well. And we can still make out, I'm sure. But are you a lesbian?”

The way her voice sounded, I realized she herself wasn't, and just yesterday it seemed the best solution for me as well. But after last night?

So, I used her own words. “Hope you don't mind me saying, but last night with John was the best sex ever in my life. I don't think I'd ever go back after that.”

The smile on her face said it all. We were no longer a couple, not a man-woman couple, nor a woman-woman couple, engaged to be married. But we were BFF's for sure, with certain benefits. Best female friends, and we both were perfectly happy.

It turns out, she did wake up with Greg, and she made him breakfast, as he was a lousy cook. Like me… And he wanted her to stay for the rest of our vacation. Or longer. She too had a fob to get back in his place, and could call for the limo. Which she needed to get her stuff from our hotel, as she had nothing to wear but what she had on last night.

I invited her over, after I explained the clothing in my walk in closet. Then later we could go to the spa and on our way back get our stuff from the hotel room. She was downstairs in five minutes where she apparently found a camera button to call up, and she told me to push the button on the intercom thingy, and a warning sound told me that the elevator came up to this level.

Turns out, she called me from the elevator, as the only way to request access, which made me feel a lot safer here. Greg had explained it all to her over breakfast. She was wearing her leather dress still and I suddenly knew I wanted to try it. And as she looked through my closet pretty much naked, I fell in love with wearing leather. Not just ogling and maybe touching, but wearing it.

I had to shower though and I found out why my wig felt so uncomfortable, although sleeping with one is obviously not the best thing to do. But, where my body seemed to have established its final size, my hair had easily grown ten inches. And it was platinum blonde. I couldn't believe how much that changed me again.

When I came out of the shower I felt clean and renewed and Jamie agreed. She looked stunning in a two-piece summer dress, with sandals that strapped all the way to her knees. Just like me she was still wearing the snake bracelet.

She helped me get ready. She'd found a leather skirt, real leather, and it was a perfect fit. And my pussy started running just from the feeling on my skin, and I learned the value of a pad inside my panties. Can't have juices running down your legs. During the day at least. There was a matching bra top that tightened with laces in the front. Too sexy though for normal day wear, so she toned me down a bit with an open baseball jersey that she tied in the front, the bra still visible, but more as a hint than a statement.

She made us breakfast, like she used to, but this time I helped and paid attention. I had an incredible urge to learn, so I could cook for my man as well. And we decided on the spot that we'd come “home” early enough to start dinner as well for the four of us, and give John a break. We checked what was all in the fridge and pantry and decided a supermarket stop was needed as well.

My first experience with a spa had been awkward, so to say, in that nail salon just a few days ago, that changed my life forever. But, my second visit, the place that John had booked for us, was a dream, and I dare say it got me hooked. Just being pampered all day, with oils and muds and different baths, massages and a hair treatment, everything felt wonderful in my new body, and we both came out looking like goddesses.

We hated cutting it short, but the idea of cooking for our men, looking as awesome as we did, was by itself a turn-on. We got all Jamie's clothes from our hotel room, while I threw all my male clothes away, apart from my favorite sports jerseys. And we checked out without looking back.

Two hot girls in the supermarket were a blast as well, many attendants coming out of nowhere to “help” us. Never in my life before did I ever have someone ask me to help load a six-pack in my cart, or two gallon bottles of water. Two guys even came out with us to load our groceries into the limo. A simple peck on their cheeks made their day.

Cooking was a blast! I mean, Jamie's meals were always delicious, but how could I not have known how fun it was to prepare something from scratch? The love that went into it, as she showed me how to prep and cut and boil and bake. Even something as simple as a salad, making it “look good”, had never crossed my mind before. And then the smells, as “our” lasagna was heating in the oven.

It was that smell that the guys walked in on, and a smile appeared on their faces, both from smelling food, but also smelling us. John was carrying some serious steaks that he had planned to cook, but that could wait for another day. They were both delighted that we'd stay for the rest of our vacation, and we hinted about more.

As a matter of fact, over dinner, which was wolfed away by the way, we discussed my future. Needless to say, they loved my blonde hair and the new style I had it in. And John loved me in leather, coaxing me quickly out of the jersey, putting my leather covered rack on full display. But the main question was: could I go back home, even if I wanted to?

They were all pretty sure that if I tried to fly back, using my driver's license as identification, they would not believe it was me, and Security would stop me, perhaps even arrest me. Maybe or maybe not would they believe the DNA changes, but most likely it would take a long time before they let me go again, without my license, so I still couldn't fly. Might as well stay here, unless I wanted to drive home, which would take two or three days.

Let's say I would make it home. Would I report to work and why would they believe it was me? Sure, I knew everyone and all procedures, even the password on my computer, but they would want to see official paperwork at least on my gender change, and they could even let me go if they didn't need the trouble. Not going back to work, if I'd stay here, I'd most likely lose my job as well.

Either way, I needed paperwork that made my new gender and my new looks official.

Today, John had paid some investigator to track down the owner of the nail salon, a Chinese man. Essentially, a few women had complained about the new nail procedure, simply because their new long nails were too permanent. Cutting was almost impossible, and one that had used a machine found that overnight the nails had grown back to their normal length. It was impossible to use false stick-on nails again, which made it much harder to stay fashionable. But, the complaints were enough to shut the show down.

The owner had never heard about anyone changing more than just their fingers, and since the fingers themselves only beautified their hands, not one complaint was filed on that. He didn't know about me, the only man that got their nails done, but he was shocked about my total gender change.

It turns out though, that during the initial testing phase some women who had scratched themselves had found those body parts changing, often improving. But it was enough worry, so in this way too early real-life trial they had us sign a waiver and sent us off with a warning to be careful with the sharp nails the first days. Something I had ignored…

The man was willing though to sign a document that explained the procedure and possible side effects, and John believed that with that, plus some strings that he could pull, I should be able to get a new Florida license, as well as my name officially changed. But, with the new laws it was not clear if they would also accept my new gender. No matter what, it would take several weeks before I had the new paperwork and license, and I would have to use John's address as my legal residence.

I was amazed about the work John had put in to sort this all out, but really, long story short, it all came down to staying here, with him, and most likely losing my job back home. And he showed me three different job opportunities for me, right here in Miami, two in my own field, and one as a model. As far as John was concerned however, I wouldn't even need a job if I didn't feel like it.

Now, as my old self, I would never give up control over my life, no matter how I was pushed. I would make my own decisions and deal with the consequences, either good or bad.

But as Carmen, after a night of incredible sex and a day of being pampered, with the promise of a luxurious lifestyle at the hand of a rich man who probably wanted me to marry him, the feeling of having a secure future seemed to outweigh that need for full self-control. Did being a woman make me adapt so easily to the old-fashioned standards, where a woman ties herself to a man, essentially giving up part of herself to become an extension of him?

When I looked at Jamie, I saw the truth in her eyes. Her situation was not as complex as mine, she could simply go back home and continue her life, without me. But she had made her decision already to live with Greg, make a family with him. The way they were holding each other showed they were in love and they couldn't wait to start that life together.

They were all looking at me, and I realized that as my past self I would feel pressured right now, yet the new me felt loved. I saw determination in Greg's eyes, and the way he held Jamie I simply knew they would tie the knot real soon. And in John's eyes I saw hope. He had found someone unique, and he hoped that that unique person would choose him as well. Build a life together. Perhaps even have children, depending on how my internals had changed. I'd be secure, never have to worry about money again, my bestie right next door, with incredible sex in my future.

I had to laugh about myself, that last thought. Yet, it was more important than the money, I realized. Someone who can and will fuck your brains out, someone who loves you for it. I mean, how could I say no to that?

I got up and kissed John softly. Then I said, “You and me. Exclusively!”

We played pool afterwards. Guys against girls. Then couple against couple. There was simply no beating Greg. I was just happy with the way John wrapped all around me when it was my turn, “teaching” me the best way to hit the ball. It was so easy to “forget” that I played a decent game back in college. But, not so on the real pinball machine that was there. I set a new record on my first go.

We drank a lot and I found that my body craved sweeter drinks more than the beers that I was used to. Wine and martinis and creams for me from now on. And I got tipsy much quicker as well than when I was a man. But I still remember the sex afterwards that was perfect. Plus the hangover the next morning, while Jamie and I tried to make breakfast. Greg had his own room here in John's house, now with Jamie, while John and I apparently had a room in Greg's house. How handy!

Jamie and I spent the day at the beach, getting tans and enjoying the start of our new lives. I got my nipples pierced, which was very painful, but as a guy it drove me nuts seeing a woman who clearly had a little bar through their nipples under their bra or bikini top. Now, as a woman, I could experience it myself. And boy, did it drive John nuts! Like my bracelet, the little nipple bars were to stay.

The Sunday we were originally supposed to fly home, we both received a ring, while our guys proposed. Somehow, the fact that Jamie and I had identical rings, with a huge rock, meant more to us, than when the guys would have tried to outdo each other. Jamie and I would always be a couple as well, even intimate, and both John and Greg were fine with that.

In the weeks following Jamie and Greg went back to our old home and sold everything and officially closed our lives there. In the meantime I was going through a series of tests, and it was determined that I was a fully functional woman, and with a statement from the nail salon owner about my treatment, and a financial push by John, I had paperwork now that identified me officially as a woman, with passport and driver's license and a bunch of credit cards. The only thing that remained the same was my social security number and last name.

I got a job as a model, and the bracelet that I had indeed never taken off, became my trademark. In lingerie, swimwear and extremely expensive gowns, my bracelet, nipple piercings and engagement ring stayed on, and I became a role model for many young girls, simply known as Carmen. You can be a beautiful sex symbol while still being faithful to that one other person in your life.

A lesser known fact was that I was also a hand model, with my nails always perfect.

Jamie never went back to work as she got pregnant apparently in our first week here already.

I was her maid of honor as she and Greg got married, well before she started showing. And she returned the favor about a year later, at an enormous wedding in the Bahamas where we occupied a whole wing in a world famous hotel. I officially gave up on my last name there as well, and I felt like a new person once more. I guess you can say me and Jamie, Jamie and me, we really nailed it!