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My Life in a Tennis Skirt - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 16:22:28 +0000 UTCI was gone from the men's league, now only playing in the women's league instead. Joanne came into the club one day to watch us play.
Her rehab wasn't going very well, and she had a brace on her knee. When we were done, she sat with us as we had our usual bottles of wine.
"My doctor said my knee is a real mess, and they're going to have to do another surgery. Then I have rehab. I'm not going to be able to play again this year." Everyone said, "Aw," and gave our condolences.
"Well," said Penny, "we do have a good sub for you here.
Would everyone be OK with Lee joining us full-time?" she asked. "He did quit the men's league too."
There was some discussion, and Melody asked if I'd leave for a few minutes. When they signaled for me to return, I knew there would be a catch.
"Lee, they've voted to let you stay on full-time, but there are some conditions," said Penny.
"I knew it," I replied. "What do I have to do? I really want to stay."
"I'll come over to your place tomorrow to discuss it. It's late and everyone wants to get home." So we all went home, and I had to sweat it out a day to see what they had in store for me next. Penny came over Tuesday at 5:30.
I had made us a light dinner, and we ate our salads and made small talk. I was getting to know her better and better, and I really liked her as a person too.
Not just because she was beautiful. When we were done and I cleared the table, we moved over to the couch. I put a CD on and sat down next to her.
"Well, Lee, there was some dissension in the ranks about you joining full-time. It's one thing for you to sub, but to become a full member of the league is a different thing."
"I understand. But I really want to stay with you. This is the best tennis I've ever played. I'm learning so much!
And I'm having so much fun."
"I can tell," she said. "Well, here's what you'll have to do if you want to be one of us full-time," I braced myself. "First of all, the club has a problem with a man on a women's league.
But I talked to one of the girls in the back office. She changed your profile so that your name is 'LeAnne' instead of Lee and changed your gender to 'Female'. Now the paperwork can go through."
"OK, that's not too bad, I suppose," I said. "I didn't think so.
Secondly, because of this, you can't go to the men's locker room anymore. But I don't think the girls will like you in their locker either."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
I asked. "Well, did you ever notice that most women at the club don't shower there? We hate the idea of showering in some icky public place.
We prefer to do it in private. So you can act like we do and come to the club fully dressed, then shower when you get home." That didn't seem too much to ask either.
"OK, I can do that," I replied. I didn't feel comfortable putting on my bra and pants in the men's room anyway. This would make it easier on me.
"And the third thing, which, as you can guess, came from Melody, is that she says you have an unfair advantage over us, and if you're going to play, you need to be on an equal basis as we are."
"And what's my advantage?"
I asked. Most of them were better than me, so how could I have an advantage over them?"
"Well, you don't have these," she said, cupping her hands on her generous breasts.
"Melody says that since you don't have boobs, you swing differently, and that is unfair to us. I think she was looking for a way to keep you from playing. But Candy had a great suggestion. She has a friend who had breast cancer and needed to get both breasts removed."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "That must have been hard for her."
"Yes, it was. She bought silicon gel breast forms so when she goes out she isn't flat-chested, but the first ones she bought were too big for her. But on your body, they won't be too much. So Candy went and picked them up. If you'll wear these, Melody can't object, and you'll get to play."
She handed me a bag, which contained two boxes. Each box had a breast form in it. They had weight. They jiggled when I moved them.
They had nipples and everything.
They were flesh-colored, and they looked just like real breasts.
Penny showed me how to attach them with some special glue so that they did not move. Then she put my bra on, over the top. I looked in the mirror, and I gasped. It looked like I had tits now. It looked like I was a chick.
By the time I had the rest of my tennis outfit on, it was scary how feminine I was starting to look, now that I had big breasts. "And one last thing," she said. Oh boy, what now?
"Yes," I said. "LeAnne, look at those legs! You really need to shave them. You might think about doing your arms too. I mean, what kind of girl goes around like that?
She called me LeAnne; she called me a girl for some reason, and I immediately got really hard between my legs.
"What kind of girl? "
"If you're one of us now, then you're one of us," she said.
"All right, I'll do it," I said. "Can we hit Saturday, so I can adjust to this?"
"Sure. I'll make the court time."
Saturday came, and I found myself on the court, dressed like a girl, with smooth legs and arms, and with large breast forms on my chest. Melody was right: it made you swing differently when you had something like that on your chest. It took me quite a while to begin to adjust.
I would need more time to get back to where I was level-wise with my new 'development'.
And then there was the way they jiggled. When you play tennis, you keep your feet moving and bounce. This caused the breasts to jiggle and bounce as well.
The sports bra was great at minimizing it, but it was still there. And when you're not used to having something large, on your chest, jiggling as you move, well, it is quite an adjustment!
I altered my motions so that my breasts would not be in the way when I swung the racket. This made my game go downhill for a while, but I adjusted. The weeks rolled by, and soon the breasts became like any of the other feminine things I had acquired: after a while, I didn't even notice it when I was playing tennis.
"LeAnne, you played really well today," said Candy.
"Thanks," I replied, "but I still can't quit keep up with you."
"Don't worry honey, you'll get there," she said, with a laugh.
"Listen," said Penny, "We're planning a night out on Friday, and we'd like for you to come along since the rest of the girls in the league are invited."
"Sure! "I said, "Where are we going?"
"Oh, we have several things lined up. Dinner, dancing, we might go to the casino who knows?"
"That sounds fun," I said. "Just remember one thing," she said.
"What?"
"You're being invited as LeAnne."
"Which means,"
"Which means that we need to do some shopping for some clothes for you! "
So I found myself the next evening with Penny at the mall, where we proceeded to buy a new outfit for me. She helped me pick out a bra and panty set for me, along with pantyhose.
A skirt, a couple of tops, and shoes were next. Then a purse, and accessories, she even got me earrings.
They were a new kind, with a magnetic backing, so it looked like you had pierced ears, even if you didn't.
We went to her house, where we practiced dressing me up. It took a lot of work to try and be pretty! Penny said to come early on Friday, and she'd help me get all set up.
When I arrived on Friday, at 5:45 as she had requested, I had a lot of surprises in store for me. I had already shaved my legs, my armpits, my chest, and my arms that day. The first thing that she had me do was to take of my shoes and socks and sit in the chair.
As I sat there, she put nail polish on my toenails, and 'press on' nails to my fingertips, which she painted in a matching color.
As they dried, she applied a second coat to the toes. Finally, a topcoat completed the job. When it was all dry, she had me go put on my panties, my breast forms and bra, and my pantyhose.
After she helped me put on my top and my skirt, it twirled around, feeling it swish all over me. The feeling was electrifying. Now she had me sit down again, and she started to put makeup on my face.
I couldn't see what she was doing, but she kept brushing me with this, rubbing in that, using pencils, putting stuff on my lips, my eyelashes, everywhere.
"Now don't look yet," she said, walking off for a moment. When she came back, she put my new earrings on, then pulled something out of a bag.
An auburn wig, the same color as her hair. She put it on my head, pinned it in place, and the long curly locks fell around me, and down to my shoulder.
I put on my new shoes and followed her into her bedroom to look in the full-length mirror. I was stunned.
I really looked like a girl. I mean, really looked like a girl.
Me! I was LeAnne, and I felt feminine!
Riding in the car with her, I felt giddy with excitement. I was just like a girl now!
When we arrived at the restaurant, I sat at a table with a dozen other women, all beautiful and feminine too. And I fit in with them!
They all called me LeAnne, and they all treated me like one of the girls. Even Melody complimented me on my appearance.
Perhaps she wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps we could be friends too. It was the first time we really talked at all, and we actually got on pretty well.
It was nice to have time to talk to everyone and get to know them better. After we ate, two other women arrived, who I didn't know. Candy introduced them to us, as Jamie and Kate. They sat with us.
They were friends of hers from work, who were going to hang out with us for the night.
"Hey," said one of them to Candy, "I thought you said that one of the players in your league was a guy. I see 16 women here, so what gives?"
"Well," she said, "one of them was a guy. He's one of us now."
"What do you mean? You dressed him up?"
"More than that. He's one of the girls now."
"I can't believe you can get a guy to act feminine. He'll stand out like a sore thumb."
"Don't be too sure."
"I bet I can pick him out by the end of the night."
"You're on! But you'll have a hard time. I forget that he's a guy most of the time now. As far as I'm concerned, he is a chick."
And I was. I was one of them. From hanging out with them, I learned how to talk, how to listen, and how to act. Even Candy's friends couldn't tell which one of us was really a guy.
I saw one of them pointing at one of the girls who was a little 'butch', and I laughed to myself. They didn't even suspect it was me. And I wasn't going to let them pick me out. I'd keep on my best feminine behavior all night.
We went out dancing next, but the place was kind of lame, and the crowd was all 21-year-olds, so we didn't stay very long. We ended up at the casino and played the slots. I had noticed Jamie and Kate going around to different girls all night, talking to them.
I realized they were trying to pick out who was the guy. I was playing a nickel slot machine with Janie when they came over to see me.
"I'm thirsty," said Kate.
"I'm going to get something. Would you like a beer? No," she asked.
"But I'll take wine if they have it."
She seemed disappointed. I guess she thought a guy would only want beer and would give himself away.
"Do you know where the restroom is?" asked Jamie.
"On the east side, over there," I said, pointing to the ladies' room. The men's room was on the other side, and they were trying to trick me.
After a few minutes, they came back, with Kate handing me the wine. I reached into my purse and asked her how much I owed. "Oh honey, forget it. My treat."
"Thanks," I said, "but I get the next round, OK?"
"Deal," she replied. We made small talk for a while. When the security guard walked by, Jamie whistled, "Check him out. He's cute!"
"Sure is. What do you think, LeAnne?" asked Kate.
"He's not my type," I said.
"What do you mean?," she said suspiciously.
He's all muscle. Have you ever seen a bulky tennis player?
No, tennis players have long, smooth muscles, not all bulked up like some animals on steroids."
"I guess you're right. Those guys end up having ego problems too. They're too into themselves," said Jamie.
"Yeah. Perhaps we need to meet some tennis players instead," she laughed.
"What do you think about having a guy play in your league? ", asked Kate.
"Well, it took some adjustment, but like Candy says, he's just like one of the girls now."
"That must be wild. I wish I could get my ex-boyfriend into a skirt."
"Me too," laughed Jamie.
"But they'd probably wear the blue skirt with the green top, or the white shirt with the black bra," I said, which we all laughed at.
They left me and went over to Julia to pester her. I had passed their little tests.
I had an odd experience a few days later. I was at the mall, buying a birthday present for my sister, when I ran into Carrie, one of the girls from the league.
I said hi, but she brushed me off. Then, two days later, I was at the mall with Penny, fully femmed out, buying this really cute new outfit, when I ran into her again. It turns out that she works at the mall, so that's why I kept seeing her.
When I was 'Lee', she blew me off. But when I was there as LeAnne, she treated me like a friend, and we ended up having a latte together at the coffee shop. We chatted about the league, and the gossip at the club.
When she left, I asked Penny why she would do this.
"Well, I think most of the girls think of LeAnne as one of them. But they think of Lee as a guy they know who happens to play at the club.
If you're not interested in a guy, you don't want to send the wrong signal, so you kind of brush him off.
If you act too friendly, he might take it the wrong way and try to go after you. It's something you have to learn when you're a pretty girl. You should be careful yourself.
The way the guy at the cash register is eyeing you, I'd be surprised if he doesn't ask you out himself.
And she was right; as we got ready to leave, he came over to me and asked if he could call me sometime.
He was nice-looking, but rather young. I smiled and thanked him, but declined. I had never been asked out on a date before. And for some reason, it made me tingle all over.
"See," she said as we walked back to her car, "You're a pretty girl, and you have to be careful around the guys."
I liked being LeAnne so much that I started to stay in a female dress most of the time when I was at home.
And I started going out on my own that way. Sometimes I'd run into the girls from the club, and we'd always chat with each other.
I was popular! Even girls not on our league would talk to me.
"I'm jealous," said one, "I'd love to play on that league, but I'm not good enough. You're one lucky girl".
And I was.
By now, I had a pretty good wardrobe of women's clothes going, along with shoes, my own makeup, and accessories.
I was letting my hair grow out, but it would take years before it was as long as my wig, so I still needed that for now.
In fact, I was so happy with what I was becoming, that I was seriously thinking of making a full time change. I finally went and found a job as LeAnne, which allowed me to quit my old one, and cut most of my ties to my old life.
I bit the bullet, and moved forward with it. I officially changed my legal name to LeAnne, and stopped going out as Lee.
I gave my male clothes to the poor, and went on a shopping spree to fill out my wardrobe. I lived a feminine life full time now.
My next step going forward happened one day when I was having dinner over at Penny's house. I was so jealous that she had such smooth skin, and I had to work so hard to keep mine nice.
"Its the estrogen," she said, "It naturally does that to your skin."
"I want some," I said.
"No you don't. It will change you," she replied.
"No. I need it. Penny, you helped me start on this path. Please. Help me find a doctor who can help me.
I want to be just like you. I want to be a real girl." "But you are a girl," she said. "I think of you as one."
"Yes, but between my legs, I don't feel right. I want to be a girl. I want to have a vagina. I want real breasts of my own. I want to have soft skin like you do. I don't want to have to shave my face anymore. I want to be a girl."
Over the next few months, I began electrolysis to remove my unwanted hair.
I went to several doctors, before finding the right one. Before they'd do a gender reassignment surgery, there were a lot of steps, which needed to be followed.
For one thing, they wanted me to live as LeAnne for a full year before even considering any surgery, which disappointed me.
But it did make sense.
I was asking for something irreversible to be done, so I had to really be sure. And they wanted me to start taking estrogen, going for a year before deciding what steps to do next.
I was able to get them to agree to do breast augmentation surgery for me after 3 months, but that was the best they could do.
I would have to be patient. It is now three years after Penny first took me to see the doctor.
This weekend, we're playing in the club women's doubles championship, against Melody and Candy. I hope we win, but if we lose, at least it is to our friends.
And I am thankful to have such good friends who have helped me with my transition.
Today, I can't even believe that I was ever a man.
I know that this is what I was meant to be, and I am so glad that Penny helped me find this part of myself, which was always there, under the surface, ready to reveal herself. Now I am whole.
Now I am complete. Now I am happy. Now I am a woman.
Comments
Richard Hearne
Wish I had a friend like Penny to help me along the way
alan schuster
Thanks it's working today
Brianna Demonet
What a great story. Penny is a true friend.
