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Side Effects
🕑 Added 2020-03-13 08:06:52 +0000 UTCSUMMARY - A drug has a strange side effect for a man.
Al left the drugstore and drove home. His chronic ulcers had gotten worse over the last year, so his doctor had put him on a new medicine, with one of those funny new names "Enfemtra".
He drove home and took the bottle out of the white pharmacy bag. Inside was a pamphlet that listed the usual warnings and such.
Take two Enfemtra pills with meals, twice a day. Possible side effects include; dry mouth, sleeplessness, irritability, menstrual pain, and mood swings. Stomach upset or constipation may occur the first few days as your body adjusts to Enfemtra. Children under 13 should not take Enfemtra.
The usual legal disclaimer stuff. He laughed and threw out the pamphlet, without reading all the fine print. He opened the top (why do they make these stupid bottles so hard to open?) and took his dosage of two little pink pills.
Al took his medicine every day, as directed. Indeed he did feel somewhat of an upset stomach the first few days. But that went away, and soon taking Enfemtra just became part of his normal routine. His ulcers felt better, and he happily went on with his life.
It was four months later, and all seemed well. Al was at work, going over a proposal with Katheryn, his manager. He wasn't feeling very well that day.
"What's the matter Al, you don't look very good," she said.
"Ooh, I just had the most terrible cramps," he said.
"I get those" she joked, "that's why I keep a bottle of Midol in my desk."
"Big help," he said.
"You sure seem grumpy today" she replied.
"Well, I've got a headache, cramps, I feel bloated, and I can't sleep. How is that supposed to make me feel?"
"Do you by any chance have a craving for chocolate?" asked Katheryn.
"Actually, yes. Each time I've walked down the hall today, I've stared at the candy machine. I want some, but I don't want to feel any heavier than I do already today."
"Al, you've got all the same PMS symptoms I get every month."
"Really funny," he said.
"No, I really mean it."
"Yeah, but men don't get PMS. So lay off. It's not funny."
"I didn't mean it that way. Don't be so sensitive! I swear you're even acting like a woman today."
Al just glared at her.
"Do you want to try some of these? They help me with those same symptoms" she said, holding out the bottle of Midol.
At this point, Al was miserable. He took the bottle and took a couple of pills.
"How's it going Al?" said Katheryn a while later.
"Much better. Those pills really did help me."
"I'm glad. I'm sorry I teased you so much."
"That's okay. I'm was just in a bad mood. But now I feel a lot better. I even had a chocolate bar."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Have a good night."
The next day though, Al was feeling miserable again. He had to go to Katheryn's office, to ask her for a couple more Mydolls.
"Maybe you should see your doctor. You might be coming down with something."
"You might be right" he admitted. Men didn't usually back down and concede that they weren't indestructible. It is hard to get one of them to go see a doctor.
Al felt another cramp and wondered if it was gas. He decided to go to the men's room. He went in with his newspaper (another inexplicable thing that men do), and choose a stall to sit in.
He read the sports section and waited to see if anything would come out for him. He felt another strong cramp, then felt a release of muscle tension, followed by a plopping sound in the toilet bowl. For some strange reason, a wave of pleasure followed.
Then he smelled it: something strange. He looked down between his legs and saw it floating in the toilet: his bloody private parts.
Al felt like screaming but had to suppress the urge. He reached down to touch himself between the legs, not believing what he saw. It was so sensitive! And his finger was covered with blood. He took the toilet paper and wiped it off. Then he wiped off between his legs. He looked down there again.
It looked like a woman's crotch.
"My god," he said in a whispered voice. He touched himself down there again, and it was real. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but there was a slight ooze emanating from the new slit between his legs. It was only a small opening, but it felt like a chasm to him.
"What do women do?" he thought. Then he remembered: tampons. But of course, he didn't have any. So he rolled up a piece of toilet paper, into the approximate shape of one, and tried to stick it on in there. It wasn't strong enough to penetrate without getting bent, so he had to use his finger to help work it in.
The feeling of something sliding into his new vagina sent shivers up and down his spine. He had a vagina! And he was having a period. That meant...he had ovaries. He had a uterus. Oh no. Because that meant that female hormones were filling his bloodstream now, controlling his menstrual cycle.
And if he was being exposed to female hormones, that meant that he would start to grow breasts. He was becoming a woman. As this realization sunk in, he started to panic. Where was he going to go? What was he going to do?
All he could do for now was to hide it from everyone, and hope that it went away. How could he go up to a doctor and say "hello, I'm becoming a woman, please help me"?
He flushed the toilet, watching his former male parts swirl around and go down the drain. He zipped his pants closed, washed up, and decided to take a walk down the street to the drug store to by tampons and Midol. And something to drink. He really needed a drink.
Al woke up the next morning, and felt down between his legs, hoping against hope that he was restored. But alas, he still had female genitals. In his heart, he knew it already. But he had to feel, just to be certain.
The next day was the same, and the day after that. Al had to sit down to pee, but other than that, he was able to hide his condition from everyone. He was thankful that his period had stopped. It had been very traumatic for him. How did women put up with suffering through it every month?
It was hard for him in meetings at work, to look at a woman, and know that between his legs, he was exactly the same as them. He found himself staring at the women's clothes, their hair, their shoes. Was he going to end up like that himself? Or would it stop where it was?
Al dreaded finding any further changes, and closely scanned himself every day to try and find something. He failed to notice anything until he wondered why he had arrived at work 10 minutes early for the second day in a row.
He was always a few minutes late, so why was he early now? He tried to think through his routine. He went item by item until suddenly it hit him. Shaving! Al hadn't shaved in 2 days. Yet his face was smooth and soft. He couldn't remember. Was his skin always this soft? Or was that changing? And what about his other body hair?
He went into the bathroom and opened his shirt. He looked inside, and noticed that there were a lot of hairs that had fallen out, and were collecting at the bottom by the beltline.
He quickly closed it up and went back to his desk. Another symptom of his change. He *was* changing. It was for sure now. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.
After a weekend that seemed to be way too long, as Al worried every moment about what was happening to him, he was almost thankful to get back to work.
Today of all days, a sexy woman name Trisha from accounting chose to flirt with him. She was famous around the office for how she would show off her cleavage with deep plunging necklines. And here were those wonderful breasts, not far at all from Al's face, as she talked.
But first of all, he couldn't flirt back. He knew that he was just like her between his legs. Instead of imaging her inviting pussy there at her center, all he could think about was the chasm between his own legs.
And even worse, a new sensation filled his head as he glanced at her lovely bustline: jealousy. It was impossible! He didn't want breasts like those! Yet somehow, deep within, he *did*. He felt jealous that Trisha was so well built, but he was flat.
Where did that response come from? How could it possibly be him thinking that? It was his first inkling that he was changing on the inside too. His thoughts, his feelings...they would all be different when he was a woman. He hadn't realized that until now, and it filled him with a fearful dread.
"Why I tell you," said Sally, after Trisha had returned to accounting, "that Trisha is something else. Waving her hips around like that when she walks, flashing her boobs to all the men. She's just got to be the center of attention all the time."
"Yeah," said Al. "And those cheap clothes she wears! She doesn't even have nice shoes. You'd think that she would at least not wear so much makeup either."
"Well aren't you catty," said Sally. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were just jealous."
That shut him up right away. It showed? She could tell? How? He had just made a comment. How did women know to read so much into things? They were so complex compared to men. He had never really understood them.
But he also realized that he was becoming one now. The sense of dread filled him again. Because if he was becoming a woman on the inside too, that meant that he would think and feel like one in every way possible. Would he still be attracted to women? Or not? He didn't even want to think of the implications.
All he could do was go back to work, and try to block it out from his mind. But it was impossible. There was always something reminding him of his status...
"What's the matter, Al? A week ago you liked the project plan" said Bill.
"Nope. It's not going to work" replied Al.
"But you're not looking at it logically" argued Bill. "It *is* going to work!"
Bill's logic was precisely calculated. But Al had this *feeling* inside. In his gut, he just knew that it was futile to try Bill's plan. He looked at Bill's chart again, and it looked fine. He couldn't point to any particular flaw. But the feeling he had inside was too strong to ignore. He couldn't sign on.
"Sorry Bill, I just can't agree with you," said Al. "I'm going to recommend that we shelf the project."
"You're going to regret this," said Bill angrily. "I've got enough votes on the committee to force this through, with our without your approval. When we're up and running in three months, you'll look like a fool.
Al didn't reply. He hoped the project was a success, but his heart told him 'no'. He didn't know why he listened to his heart instead of his head on this one, but now it was done.
That day, Al went to lunch with a couple of women from his department. They had a great time talking as they ate.
"You know Al, a year ago when I first started here, and we went to lunch," said Virginia, "I didn't really like it. I felt like you were hitting on me the whole time, and the way you stared at my body parts made me feel uncomfortable. But now, it's like being with a friend. I just want to say that you've really grown, as a person. I wanted you to know that."
"Thank you," said Al.
Grown was right. It was the things he had been growing lately that bothered him. Nipples. There had been a gradual change to his chest since most of the hairs fell off it. The few that remained were very fine and thin, almost invisible. But now he noticed that his nipples were budding. They were definitely larger than before, and the ring of dark color around them seemed bigger too. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide them for long.
In addition, he seemed to be putting on weight in his thighs. He was losing weight in his tummy, but it seemed like he gained weight in his hips. This made his butt look rounder, even though it really wasn't any bigger than before.
So far the changes were subtle, and he seemed to be the only one who noticed. But over time, it would start to show. He would have to be careful in choosing which clothes to wear, in order to hide it.
Al was staring at Virginia's feet, looking at her shoes. They looked so adorable, with their squared-off toe, thick sole, and slightly raised heel.
"I like your shoes, Virginia," he said. "Where did you get them?"
"There's this store downtown that sells them at a discount. They don't always have all the sizes you'd want, so I had to get these a little large. But they were a good deal. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. They just caught my eye" he replied.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had caught himself wondering how his feet would look in shoes like that. He had been so conscious of the clothes that the women in the office had been wearing. His dress shirts and khaki pants seemed so dull and boring, whereas the women had lots of exciting outfits. They could wear pants one day, a skirt the next, and a suit the day after that.
Al tried to stop it, but he couldn't help it. Perhaps it was because he knew that he was changing, and he wanted to see exactly what the women were doing. Perhaps it was because women's clothes turned him on. But he was starting to come to the realization that he wanted to start dressing like that. The thought really scared him, so he tried to push it aside.
"Maybe I'll get an outfit to try on at home," he thought. "Just to see what it's like."
He looked up to Virginia, hoping he had just thought that, and not said it out loud by mistake. She was sipping the last of her iced tea and didn't seem shocked or anything. So he was relieved.
It was almost a month from the day that Al's change began, and he felt something he dreaded: cramps again. He was going to have another period. He was prepared this time, having Midol and a Kotex on hand. But he needed to make sure he had extras at work. He didn't want to just put them in his briefcase, where they'd be in plain sight. No, he needed something to hide them in.
Al had a small black bag in the basement, which used to hold his little field binoculars until he lost them. For some reason, he never threw out the bag. Well, it was perfect for this. It was soft-sided, not too big, and would fit inside his briefcase. It had a thin black strap that he wrapped around it. He put a few tampons and the bottle of Midol into it, then stowed it in his briefcase.
On the way to work, he had to stop at the gas station. As he stood in line to pay his $10 before pumping, his eye caught the magazine rack. There was one that really caught his attention: Glamour. It had a beautiful woman on the front, with a headline: "Summer Fashion Trends". There was also a smaller headline "Coping with PMS". Almost without thinking, he picked it up and started leafing through it.
"Sir?" said the clerk. "Sir?"
"Oh, sorry. Um, $10 on pump number eight, and this too. Uh...for my wife."
"I see," said the clerk, who was just a kid and didn't really care one way or the other.
At work, Al could resist but to look through the magazine. He had leafed through one like this before, staring at the hot babes that they used for models. But he had never read the articles. They were really interesting! There were makeup tips, relationship advice, and of course info on the latest fashions. He was hooked and knew that from now on, he would be a regular reader.
But one picture in the magazine really held his attention. It was a woman with short blond hair, dressed in a navy business suit which included a jacket and a skirt. He couldn't stop looking at it. And as much as he tried to deny it, he really knew the reason: He wanted to look like that at work. He wanted to be her.
It made him shudder. He closed the magazine, put it away, and went back to work. He couldn't let himself think of such things. It scared him too much.
Al went on the internet one night and went on a buying spree. He had been obsessing with women's clothes for weeks now, so he decided that the best way to get over it would be to buy an outfit of his own, dress up, and feel foolish for wearing it. Then he'd never actually want to do it again.
So he ordered a few things but ended up buying two outfits because he couldn't decide which one he liked better. Both were inspired by the fashions he had studied in Glamour. He went all the way, including women's underwear with it too. He expedited the shipping, so it would arrive in two days.
When FedEx dropped off his order on Saturday morning, Al felt very excited and giddy inside. His new clothes were here! He excitedly unwrapped them and laid them out on his bed.
Al had started making his bed every day now and had added a couple of decorative pillows to it, so that it looked nicer. He admired the pretty clothes, and decided to really go for it, and dress up in the skirt rather than the pants.
Al stripped naked and started with the panties. He stared at them for the longest time, almost afraid of them, like they'd bite or something. He had to take a deep breath, and steel his resolve to put them on. But once they were on his body, it was rewarding. Unlike the boxers he had been wearing, they were snug against his body. They fit like a glove. He turned to look at himself in the mirror. He loved how they made his butt look all cute and sexy.
Then he put on the bra. His breasts were starting to grow now, but they were still little. So he had bought a bra with lots of padding, along with some inserts to add another cup size. He put it on and again admired himself in the mirror.
He felt so strange, seeing himself in a bra that made it look like he had boobs. Like Trisha at work. He imagined that he was her, with real big ones.
Al put on his new nylons, then tried on the skirt. He put on his cami top and admired himself in the mirror. Wow! He looked good! It was strange, as soon as he put on the panties, it was like there had been a change within him. It had been hard to wear his first female clothes. But with each piece he added, the easier it got.
And he felt at home in them, like he belonged in a skirt. He found that he *liked* how they made him look. He felt pretty. He felt sexy. For the first time, he felt like a woman.
"Alisa," he said. "That's my name when I'm dressed up like this. I am Alisa."
He went around the house, doing chores, pretending that he was a woman, doing the things he imagined that women did. It felt very liberating to pretend like this. It was fun!
Al was crying on the bed.
"What am I doing?" he thought, as he looked at himself in the mirror, dressed up like a girl. He had lost himself so completely in the role, that he had really enjoyed the experience. It was supposed to make him feel bad, and make him get over wanting to dress up.
But instead, it had the opposite effect. When he put on his male clothes, he felt funny. He felt ugly. He longed to go back to the skirt.
"I'll compromise," he said to himself. "I'll wear my panties and bra underneath my men's clothes. That way, I'll feel better, but I won't have to let everyone see me.
He wondered about buying some women's pants that might pass for men's. What a wonderful idea! He went to the internet to buy more clothes, ones that he could wear in public. Only he would know that he was wearing women's clothes. He surfed the web and starting his buying spree...
Al learned a couple of things from his first day of dressing up. One, of course, was that he loved dressing as a woman. But he also learned some valuable lessons: first of all, women don't clean house in nice clothes. He spilled some bleach on his skirt and caused a run in his nylons. He would need something less nice to wear if he did that again.
Also, he learned that even if they look like the latest fashions, if you buy cheap clothes, there is a reason they are cheap. The outfit didn't wash up very well and looked wrinkly when it was dry. At first, it had seemed so exciting to Al, but now he saw it for the cheap outfit that it was. He swore to stick to good clothes from now on.
And there was a small problem with Al's plan: when he put his bra on under his dress shirt, it really showed through. There was too much padding. He would either need a looser shirt, or a different bra. But with his nipples still increasing in size, they were beginning to show through too.
So he solved both problems with one good move: he stopped at a sporting good store and bought a couple of sports bras. They were designed not to puff out your breasts, but to keep them flat. So now he could wear a bra and hide his nipples, all at once.
He couldn't resist and also bought a pair of shiny orange women's athletic shorts, and a cute powder blue running suit. Then on the way to the checkout, he saw some nice tank tops for running, so he bought a couple of them too.
He took the change and put it into his little black bag, which he was now carrying with him. Over the past few days, more and more things had accumulated in the bag, until it was more useful to carry around than his briefcase. And it was much smaller, which made it convenient.
That night at home, Al had another crying fit. He felt so conflicted inside! It had really sunk in that he was well on his way to really becoming a woman, in every way. He knew that he *liked* dressing up in pretty clothes. He *liked* how it felt to be Alisa instead of just Al.
But he felt like he was losing himself, and becoming someone else. He remembered how terrified he had been at first when he discovered the change he was going through. But now, he couldn't wait! What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking like this now?
At work, he was getting closer to the women in his group, but he had kind of drifted away from his male friends. He preferred the company of women and related to them so much better. And being with men scared him now. So he avoided them, and they avoided him in turn.
Ever since Bill's project had failed, he seemed to have a vendetta against Al. Just because Al's feeling was right, and the project wasn't going to work, he seemed to take it all out on Al. That plus the fact that Al was getting praised at work for having the foresight to see the failure coming.
So Al was losing his friends and losing himself. He was starting to hang out with women because he was becoming more and more like them.
"What am I doing? What's wrong with me?" he said, the tears flowing again. He cried a lot lately, being so torn up inside with all the emotions he had been feeling. He knew that women were more governed by emotions than men were. But until he actually found himself in his present situation, he never realized what it meant to be a woman inside.
He had a newfound respect for Trisha and other women at work. They had to put up with these emotions, periods, and all this stuff. Some were working mothers, with young children. And they were able to work and do as good or better of a job than a man. They were so strong! How did they do it? He wished that he was strong inside as they were.
It was exciting to Al that he was wearing women's pants and a woman's top at work, and nobody noticed (or so he thought). He knew that once the ever-growing curve in his hips increased, it would be harder to hide. Or if his breasts kept expanding at the current rate, then it would be hard to hide them too. But for now, he could get by.
But his boss Katheryn kept giving him strange looks. Finally, when there weren't many people around, she came over to talk to him. He nodded approvingly at her choice of outfit, and how nice her shoes were.
"Al, I have a question to ask. This may sound funny, but I've got to know."
"Sure" he replied.
"Why are you wearing women's pants?"
"What do you mean?" he said innocently as if he didn't notice it himself.
"Well, just look at them. The shape, the cut, the fit. There's no crotch and no zipper. Those are women's pants."
Al was mortified. Someone noticed! He started to turn bright red.
"I...I don't know. I guess I grabbed the wrong pair" he blurted out.
"But you don't have a girlfriend unless you haven't told me something."
"Yeah, they belong to an ex-girlfriend who forgot them," he said.
"And Al?"
"Yes?"
"Are you wearing a bra?"
"Why do you ask that Katheryn?"
"Well, I can see the outline of the straps through your shirt. It has a racerback, doesn't it?"
"What's a racerback?"
"You know, like a sports bra."
Now he was really scared. She could see it! She knew! How was he going to get out of this? How was he going to explain it? Why had he worn such a thin shirt today? Did he *want* someone to find him out?
"Let's go for a walk," he said, grabbing his black bag, which he didn't like to leave without anymore. He kept his keys in there, his wallet, and his money. There was no place for them in the women's pants, so the bag was very convenient.
She followed him down the hall, out the door, and over to the walking path around the office complex.
"Something is happening to me," said Al. "Something you will not believe."
"I think I know. I've suspected for some time" said Katheryn.
"You have?"
"Yes. I can see how your mannerisms have changed. How you're hanging out with the girls now, instead of the guys. How you're carrying a purse."
She pointed to the bag he had slung over his shoulder. He hadn't thought of it as a purse, but he realized that it was basically functioning as one now.
"It's okay Al," said Katheryn, "you can tell me. I've got other friends who are gay."
Al laughed out loud.
"Katheryn, it's not that. It's much worse."
"So you're not..."
"No. But I am going through a change. Something is happening to me, and I can't stop it. My body is changing, not just my mind and my heart. Katheryn, I'm becoming like you. I'm becoming a woman."
"So you're going to have an operation?" she said supportively.
"No! You don't understand. This isn't some surgery thing. This is real." he said. "I am becoming a woman. My body has been changing, and now it seems to be picking up steam."
It was strange. For all this time, Al had held back, and not told a soul about what was going on with him. But now that he actually started to talk about it, it felt good to get it off his chest.
"So you're saying that you're really becoming a woman? Al, I just don't understand."
"Do you know that one day in your office when you joked about Midol? I really was having a period that day. For real."
"But if you had a period, that means...."
"Yes. It means that if I were to undress when you looked at me, you'd see that I now have a...I mean, between my legs, I...."
"You can say vagina if that's what you mean. Just don't use the 'C-word'. Women hate that one."
"Well, a vagina then. I'm serious Katheryn. I'd show you since you look like you don't believe me, but it would look funny if anyone says you watching as I dropped my pants."
"I tell you what Al. Why don't you drive over to my house, if you remember where it is from the team party last year. I'll sign you out, then head over there myself. We can do this in private."
"Oh thank you Katheryn!" said Al, elated that he had found an ally.
"But Al, this had better be serious. If you're just trying to get me in bed or something, I'll fire you so fast it will make your head spin. I've had guys try so many ways to pick me up. This had better not be one of them."
"Honest, I swear! This is real."
"Okay, then I'll be there soon."
"See you there."
Al only had to wait fifteen minutes for Katheryn to show up. He was sitting in the driveway reading a copy of Vogue that he had bought at the store the other day. He was subscribing to Cosmo and Glamour now but decided to see what else was out there since he loved the other magazines so much.
His choice of reading material wasn't lost on Katheryn. She led Al into the house, pulled the shades closed, and told him to sit down.
"Let me show you. I want you to understand that this is real" he said. Katheryn watched as Al took off his shirt to reveal the sports bra underneath.
"See, my chest hair all fell out. And look at how my nipples have grown" he said, removing (with a little difficulty, because of nervousness) the sports bra.
"Well, I've seen men with shaved chests. And you might just have something that's made your nipples swell up."
"Then I'll have to show you this," he said, taking off his pants. They were a little tight on him, so he had to wiggle them off. When he finally had them removed, he stood with his legs wide apart, so she could see that there wasn't anything hanging there between his legs.
"Al, it sure looks real. I don't know what to say. It looks like you're developing a curve to your hips, a rounder butt, and you're flat in the front of your panties."
"Just to show you that it's not an illusion," said Al, as he briefly pulled down his panties and revealed himself to her. Then he quickly pulled them up again, and turned his back to her, embarrassed.
"Al, what's the matter?" she said.
"I've never shown it to anyone before. You're the first to see my new...vagina. There, I said it again.
My vagina."
"This is so unbelievable," said Katheryn, still in shock that it was real. She heard him say it, but until she saw it with her own eyes, it seemed like a joke or something.
"So, what am I supposed to do now?" said Al.
"I don't know. It's not every day that one of my employees turns into a woman."
"I'm sorry. I was just hoping that somehow there was something I could do, but I don't have the slightest clue."
"Tell me, Al, why are you wearing women's clothes, but you're still trying to be a man."
"I don't know. I'm all mixed up inside. I decided to try on women's clothes, just once, so that I'd stop thinking about them all the time. But once I put them on, I felt like I was at home. I don't feel comfortable in men's clothes anymore."
"But you still think of yourself as a man."
"Yes. I've got a vagina. I'm growing breasts. I wear panties and a bra. I have a period every month. But I guess part of me still won't accept that I'm becoming female. I guess I still think of myself as a guy."
"So you've tried to dress up. How about makeup?"
"No, but that would be so cool!"
"Really?"
"I don't know, I've been reading so much in Cosmo, it would be fun to try it for real."
"You read Cosmo? I saw you with Vogue in the car."
"And Glamour too. I don't know, seeing the pretty girls in the pictures, and knowing that I'll look like that soon...I just can't stop myself."
"Ha! 99.9% of women wished they looked like the girls in the magazines. If you think that you'll look like them, you're mistaken. Very few women are satisfied with their bodies, and looking at images of perfect models doesn't help very much. That's why a lot of young women read those magazines, but when they hit thirty, the stop. It's too depressing when you get older."
"Well, I can still hope for the best. Please, can you make me up, so I can see how it feels?"
"If that's what you want Al. And I can put you in pretty clothes. My daughter keeps some things here still, and she's about your size."
"Really? That would be so wonderful! I feel all excited now, and giddy."
"I can't believe it. Al, giddy?"
"Please Katheryn, call me Alisa."
An hour later, Al was dressed up from head to toe in pretty clothes. Katheryn had done the best she could with his hair, put jewelry on him, and of course, makeup. When she was done, Al looked in the mirror and was very pleased.
"I look very pretty," he said.
"Yes you do, Alisa."
"Oh thank you so much, Katheryn! You've been so nice to me. You've really helped me. I don't know why, but I feel so comfortable looking like this. I don't ever want to go back. I want to dress up and look pretty all the time."
"You want to go to work like this tomorrow? Won't that be a problem when everybody sees you looking that way?"
"I guess. But I can't go there again dressed as a man. It isn't right. I feel so free! I feel feminine! How could I ever think of going back?"
"Maybe you had better sleep on that one dear. Decide in the morning."
"No, you don't understand! Seeing myself like this has done something to me. I feel it inside! New feelings are sweeping over me, and everything is different. I just told you that I'm a guy, but that's wrong. It's a lie. I am a woman."
"But Al, think about what you're saying to me."
"Alisa. I'm not Al anymore. He was someone else. I am a woman, and will always be. This is so special Katheryn. Today is like my birthday. The day I became who I really am now. I am a woman."
The next day at the office, Katheryn gathered everybody around for a meeting. She introduced Alisa, who was proudly wearing a navy business suit, with a knee-length skirt.
The guys really kept their distance from her, but the women were very supportive.
"I think I already knew it in my heart," said Sally. "I sensed that you had changed somehow."
"Don't go against a feeling when you get one honey" said Trisha. "As a woman, you'll learn to trust your feminine intuition."
"I already have" replied Alisa proudly.
"Good girl" replied Trisha. "Good girl."
It was two months before the guys really accepted Alisa, and accepted that she was a woman now. It might have partly been because she now had boobs as big as Trisha's, and she selected outfits to show them off.
One day, she was at lunch with a couple of guys along with Sally, when Mike started to complain about an ulcer he had.
"I used to have them," said Alisa, "but I took a new medication, and it cured me."
"Oh really? I'll try just about anything at this point" said Mike. "What is it called?"
"It's called new Enfemtra. Ask your doctor about it."
"I sure will. Thanks, Alisa."
"Don't mention it."
A week later, Mike walked out of the pharmacy with his new prescription, eager to get home and take his first dose.
Comments
Jerry Allen Wood
I think any trans woman such as my self wishes something like this could
Leslie Deana
That's GOT to be a lot less expensive than an operation! And with better results! (Of course there's the clothing expense, but oh well!) :)
Brianna Demonet
I wish i was that lucky.
Julia Miller
Yes, Al was pretty dense. I don't know about you, but if my dong fell off into the toilet, I would have gone running back to the doctor. lol
Rex
A graphic video would have been awesome.
Brian Charron
I enjoyed it .I only wishedthing liked that happened
Randy linders
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👏🏻
J Chimera
The bathroom scene was unbelieveable. You'd think that would have sent him screaming back to the doctor.
J Chimera
This guy had to be the stupidest dumb*** ever!
