Chrissy

On the day that Monica and Stephanie left for their wedding in Austria I had my checkup with the doctor concerning my implants. I had healed perfectly and was given a clean bill of health. I was also shown how to do a self examination on my breasts and told what to look for. I had a couple of days off from the restaurant and Laura was in Boston on business. Danny was working a weird shift so my chances of seeing him later that day were practically null. I was feeling kind of lonely and at a loss for something to do. I thought about visiting my sister and my new nephew but I figured she needed the time on her own to adjust to motherhood. I found myself in Stacy's (my new hair stylist) neighborhood and thought I'd drop in on her and have a cup of tea if she wasn't busy. I tried opening the door to the salon when I realized they were closed. As I dejectedly turned to go back to my car the door opened and I heard Stacy's voice. "Rita, is that you"? I turned and saw my pretty stylist standing in the doorway. Her eyes went wide when she took in my new breasts. I gave her a big smile and struck a pose. "Well", I said, "what do you think"? "Oh, they're gorgeous, honey, simply gorgeous!", she gushed. "Come on in out of the heat. I'll fix us some iced tea". "I thought you were closed", I said. "Well I am to the public I just came in to catch up on the wigs that need to be styled. I was getting a bit behind". We walked to a back room where I saw about seven or eight wigs sitting on their blocks. "Wow, why so many wigs?", I asked. She explained that they belong to a local theater group and she was contracted to keep them in shape or change the styles to suit various productions. We chatted for a bit and I was bringing her up to date about the wedding plans when I heard the front door open and a voice call out. "Aunt Stacy, I'm back!" "I'm in the back, Chris", she answered. I turned to see a young boy come in. He must have been about 12 or so. It struck me right away the he was kind of cute, sort of pretty actually. He was slender with below the shoulder length blond hair. "Rita, this is my nephew Chris. Chris this is my friend Rita". I held out my hand and told him I was happy to meet him. He shyly took my hand and mumbled something. "Uhh..here is the dry cleaning ticket, Aunt Stacy. They said to pick it up on Thursday". "That's great, honey, just one more thing and then we can start work back here, okay?" She wrote some things down on a notepad and handed it to the young boy. "Make sure the milk is not past date, okay baby?" "Yes, ma'am", he shyly said and was gone again. Stacy let out a small sigh. "He's my sister's only child. I'm watching him for a bit while she gets her act together in rehab. It's a long story, Rita and I don't want to bore you with it." I assured her that if she needed to talk I would lend a sympathetic ear. In short she told me of her sister's fight with pain killers and alcohol. She had also had many bad experiences with men. "I'm not even sure who Chris's real father is", she told me. I wasn't sure if I should pry into the situation but my feminine intuition won out. "Chris seems kind of...uh...delicate", I said. Stacy looked at me and slowly nodded. "Well, that's the other thing. My sister thinks he my be following in my footsteps. Despite all her troubles she loves that boy to pieces. She remembers all the abuse I took growing up and doesn't want to see that happen to him." I was reminded, once again, just how lucky I was growing up. Stacy told me that one of the biggest reasons she was taking him in was to find out just how far down the satin and lace trail Chris wanted to go. "Have you come to any conclusions yet", I asked. "Well, he's only here for about a week so I'm not sure. But you can see he's very shy and, as you said, quite delicate. But he absolutely loves baseball. He's a huge Yankee fan. "Well", I replied, "that's no big deal. So am I. But I still do my nails when I watch a game"! She laughed at that. "The only thing he's shown enthusiasm in as far as anything feminine goes is allow me to use him as a wig model.

"A wig model?", I asked. "Yes. It's much easier styling wigs on a human head as opposed to the wig blocks so yesterday he let me slip some wigs on his head so I could work easier. While I'm working he just stares in the mirror with that look on his face. Do you know what I mean, Rita?" I did. It's a blissful zoned out look. I've had that look in my eyes thousands of time in my early teens when I got my makeup looking just perfect or saw myself in a form fitting dress. And, of course, that night in Denise's wedding gown. "Does he know about your past, Stacy?" "Yes, he is quite aware that I used to be a boy like he is". "Like he is?", I asked with a raised eyebrow. Stacy blushed and said, "well, that's what I need to find out". I told her that I would help in any way possible. "That would be a big help, Rita, I'd like that more than you know", she said as she took my hand a gave it a little squeeze. We made eye contact and I once again felt that little spark of excitement in my tummy. "Stay a bit", she whispered. I nodded my head.

I made appointments for all the girls for the day of the second ceremony we were going to have at Lorita. Stacy was over the top to be a part of the big day. I so wanted her more a part of our little sorority. Chris came back a little while later carrying a couple of bags of groceries. We sent out for sandwiches and had our lunch while we talked about baseball and the Yankees. Chris was starting to come out of his shell a bit as we talked. I studied his mannerisms and facial expressions all the time we chatted. Nothing overtly feminine but no real macho kind of gestures either. After we finished Stacy announced that it was time to get back to work. Chris gave me a timed look. "Ready, Chrissy?", Stacy said. "Aunt Stacy!", Chris replied as he rolled his eyes in my direction. "Sorry, baby", Stacy said. "That's just my little nickname for him, Rita", she continued. "Oh, I think it's kinda cute for such a cute young man", I replied. Chris blushed to his roots but he was smiling. "Good, he responds to flattery", I thought. When he was settled in the styling chair Stacy put the standered pink smock around him. She quickly pinned his hair on top of his head and secured it with a nylon wig cap. She picked up what appeared to be a page boy cut wig in a bright pink tone. With trained fingers she slipped on to his head and settled it into place. As I sat and watched her style the wig I noticed that blissed out look creeping onto Chrissy's face. Yep, definitely Chrissy. Like I said I knew that look intimately. "That's an adorable shade of pink, Stace. I think it matches my lipstick today. "Really", Stacy replied, "let's see." I reached into my purse and took out my lipstick. I could see Chrissy watching out of the corner of his eye as I slowly twisted the magenta pink lipstick upwards. I could have sworn I saw him shudder under his pink smock. "Oh, yes, that's an almost perfect match", Stacy gushed. "But it's kind of hard to be sure without actually wearing it though. Too bad", I said. "Chrissy, would you mind?", Stacy said in a teasing way. Poor Chrissy. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Uhhh...I don't...uhh..I don't think...", he stuttered. "It's okay, sugar, It washes right off", Stacy continued. He sat stock still as I slowly coated his lips in the creamy pink lipstick. I could feel him trembling. "Oh, Rita, you are so right that shade is a perfect match for Chrissy's new hairdo. What do you think Chrissy". The poor boy was lost in his reflection. Finally he said it looked"okay" and asked if it really will wash off. We assured him it would. After about 15 minutes of pinning and shaping the wig was done. All the while he stared at his reflection with a glazed expression. After removing the wig Stacy told him to leave the wig cap on as she had one more to do. Chrissy mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom and left the room.

"Well, what do you think", Stacy asked me. I just smiled and nodded my head. "There's a girl in there somewhere but I don't think we should push it too much. Just see how Chrissy reacts. After about 20 minutes Stacy called out to him. "Hey, honey, are you okay in there"? Chrissy reappeared looking quite flushed. Stacy gave me a knowing look. "Feeling better now, baby?", she asked him. "Yes", was his simple reply. We both noticed that he made no attempt to remove his lipstick. "Well", I thought, "I wouldn't have either!" The second wig was a long auburn color with gorgeous waves. Again little Chrissy was lost in a pink fog somewhere. I complimented him on how that particular color suited his skin tone much better than the pink show wig did. He nodded in response not once averting his eyes from his girly image in the mirror. As Stacy worked she asked me what my plans were for the week. I told her I was off the next day and planned to do some gardening. "What about you?", I asked. She told me she had to buy supplies for the salon after getting things running for the day. "Tuesday's are a bitch here. Senior citizens day. We go through tons of hairspray". "What about you, Chris, (I decided not to push the "Chrissy" thing too much) what are your plans. Still in a fog he replied, "nothing much I guess". "Too bad", I replied, "I sure could use a bit of help. "That's a great idea Rita! Chris, honey, would you like to spend some time at Rita's house tomorrow and help her out. Before he could answer I told him if he wanted he could bring his baseball glove with him and we could shag balls. He looked at me as if in shock. "You have a baseball glove?", he asked with a shocked expression. "Sure, I do. I told you I love baseball. He looked so cute with his pretty pink lips! "I'll take that as a yes then, Chris. We have a date!" With that I took my leave telling Stacy I'd give her a call later that afternoon to go over a few things with her!.......More soon!

I'm Back!!

I love the summer and I hate the summer. I love it because I can (at times) relax. Most of the time I am on the road and not in comfort. Work is what it is and it keeps me in a healthy lifestyle. In my last Blog I said I was going to China. That didn't happen . Thank God! Instead I went to Maryland to do an article on crab salad. I'd be happy to just stay at home and cook!

Well, that's going to be what I am gonna do. There will be a new follow up on Monday, September 14th.

P.S.--- Go See "Julie & Julia"

I'll See You In September!

My sincere apologies for the long delay but this time of the year is just crazy with last minute assignments. I just got back from San Francisco and now I have to take a trip to China. I hate it there but duty (and a hefty paycheck) calls. There is just so much to get to and I'm dying to spill my guts out for you. And...uh...you gonna like it!!! So be patient and I will try to dazzle you in a few weeks. Did I mention that I hate going to China? Nothing personal against the people but the trip is just such a drag that goes on and on and on! A quick thank you to the new people who chose to follow my story. I sincerely hope you read it from the beginning. If you didn't then you have a homework assignments to do so! Love you all and many kisses, Rita!!

Coming Soon!

Just a quick note to let you know I'm still here. I've had a lot of unexpected business related problems. Challenges really, so I've been on the road a lot. Do you know how freakin' hot it gets in Washington D.C. in August? Sheesh!!! I'll be so happy when the leaves start turning and I can break out the sweater dresses!!! In the mean time be well and know that I really appreciate the wonderful feedback I am getting and to assure you it gets a lot better!

Love and kisses,

Rita

Rita's Real Time Reality Check, 1!

I thought I'd take some time off from my posts about myself and my friends to say something in real time. I guess I'm just a sentimentalist at heart. Anyway, I find myself alone for a few days at home and in a sort of reflective mood. (A good bottle of Petrus will do that to you.) I've recently gone over all my previous posts and found some of them a little, how shall I say, graphic in nature. Most e-mails seem to like it though so I will continue to, how shall I say, spread my legs, so to speak! At this point in time I work as an independent culinary consultant and writer for many major publications. I'm kinda like a Gordon Ramsay in a "frock", but not as good as he is. (He's so cute!) Danny is on a fishing trip with his buddies in North Carolina. Laura is taking a vacation with her guy in, of all places, Peru. Monica and Stephanie are in Italy somewhere. (How I envy them!) So it's just me and you tonight!

I just wanted to talk with you directly for a few minutes, if I might, and I am pandering for some major feedback so ladies please don't disappoint me! I think I give the impression that my life is a perfect example of a transgendered girl in perfect harmony. It was not! There have been many times that I doubted my abilities to carry this off. I did have major support, especially at home and with Danny and with the girls. I didn't always pass and fool everyone and sometimes it hurt me very much. But I learned early, being a Jersey Girl, that I had a middle finger! And I did use it both mentally and physically at times. There's this great Ziggy Marley song called "True To Myself" that I just adore.

I don't want to drag this on (no pun) but if any one out there feels as I do (and I know we all come from different sets of circumstance) then let's please open up a dialogue. I'm willing to start a separate blog at this point just to let other girls get it off their chests. Or add on to their chests as the case my be.

I really do love you all and I give you many kisses! (Thank God for spellcheck!) Rita

Baby Face!

The next morning Danny and I showered together to save time. We didn't have time for the fun stuff (drat!) but we made pretty good use of our hands! I dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks and a peasant style blouse. I slipped into a pair of low heeled shoes and sat to pretty up my face a bit. Danny was shaving just wearing his new underwear. I admired him from behind. What a body on my boy! I told him I would keep him up to date on what was going on. Laura was in her office on the telephone so I just gave her a wave and left the house. We parted with a kiss and I headed out for the two hour drive to see my Mom and sister. Luckily the traffic was pretty light and I made it to the hospital in under two hours. I breezed through the maternity ward and found her propped up in bed. She looked so happy but stressed. "Are you in any pain?", I asked. I saw a look of surprise on her face. "What? Are you okay?", I asked. "Rita, what have you done to yourself?", she squealed. It never dawned on me that she hadn't seen me since my boob job and hair coloring. "Oh my God....Mom?!....Mom....get in here....you have to see this"! My mother was in the bathroom when I walked in. Her jaw dropped when she saw me. "Doesn't she look fantastic, Mom"? I saw my Mom smile. "You look gorgeous, Rita", she said. She drew the curtains around the bed so we could have some privacy. She folded her arms and said "show us". I lifted my blouse to reveal my breasts nestled in my lacy white bra. She came behind me and undid the clasps. My breasts spilled out for all to see. Denise let out a giggle as she stared at my exposed chest. My mother began feeling them. "Mother!", I softly yelled. "Oh, hush up, I'm a nurse for Pete's sake! I'm just checking the quality of the work"! This went on for a few minutes. I answered all their questions about the procedure and visiting the salon where I had my hair and nails done. We were chatting as my mother clipped my bra back in place when we heard Denise gasp. "Ewwwwwww!", she moaned. "Your contractions are coming a bit quicker, honey", my Mom said. "Shouldn't be too much longer", she continued as she held her hand. "Where's Mike?, I asked. "I sent him home. He was here all night and it will probably be another few hours before delivery", Mom said. She was great in these situations. She never got nervous and she knew all the right questions to ask. She's a heckofa nurse. Shortly after four that afternoon my nephew Bradley was born. Nine pounds, seven ounces. He is beautiful.

Earlier when Mike arrived he did a cartoon like double take when he saw me. I giggled and told him to devote all his attention to his wife! It wasn't a complicated birth at all. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed in the delivery room as I was still "healing", so to speak. There were plenty of tears from all of us, including Mike. Big strong macho man that he is! The first time I held the baby in my arms I started humming the tune "Baby Face". I couldn't help it. He really did have the cutest little baby face! I left them around 7:30 and headed for home. Tomorrow was a work day. When I got home I found Laura in the hot tub. Beside the tub was a bucket with a cold bottle of Dom Perignon in it. "Welcome home Auntie Rita", greeted Laura. She stood to hug me and I saw that she was completely naked. She looked so inviting with the warm water dripping of her breasts and clitty. I quickly stripped and joined her in a fond embrace as we sat in the warm bubbly water. She poured out two flutes and we toasted Bradley. She produced two cigars and handed me one. "Oh, cigars?, I whined. "Yes, auntie, it's customary and besides you know you enjoy them". I did but it just seemed so unfeminine to me. Well I wasn't in the mood to argue. It had been a long day. We soaked and sipped and puffed for about an hour as I filled her in on all the details. There was a bit of lightning and thunder off in the distance so we reluctantly walked hand in hand into the house. As I was standing in my bathroom toweling off Laura came in with a very stiff clitty indeed! She had a glazed expression and I instinctively knew what I just had to do. Dropping to my knees I drew her fully into my mouth. She was moaning as she gently fucked my face. She had some major horns that night. When I came up for air she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to her bed. Laying there was something I had never seen before. It was a double headed dildo. I gave her an inquiring look and she just gave me a flirty wink. I was all set for some heavy duty 69 fun but this seemed more interesting! We lay pussy to pussy as she slowly inserted one end into her hole. When it was about four inches in she pushed forward and entered my rosebud. "Oh, fuuuuckkkk, that feels nice", she moaned. I moaned out my own response. After we got comfortable we began a slow fucking rhythm. After a while our pussy cheeks were actually slapping together as we rubbed each other's excited clitties. She screamed out in pure animal lust as her whole body shook from orgasm. I could feel mine building in my belly. I aimed her clitty in my direction as her gooey hot sissy cream shot all over my tummy. With my free hand I brought it up to my lips and licked it all up. She continued to move back and forth in me and before long I was panting out my own flood of girly juice! We both passed out from our passions with the faux cock still buried in our cunts. Some time later we removed our latex friend and kissed deeply before falling into a contented sleep in each other's arms. Having a housemate is fun!

The next morning while we were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast the doorbell rang. I checked the time. 8:30. "Who could that be?", I asked. It was the florist. Two flower arrangements for me! Two dozen roses from Danny and a gorgeous arrangement from Monica and Stephanie! I was overcome almost to tears. So thoughtful congratulating me on being an aunt! Laura pouted and told me that she didn't even think of flowers. I hugged her closely and whispered that she was already a flower in my eyes! Awwwwwwh, isn't that the mushiest thing you ever heard!? Well, I'm somebody's aunt. I get to be mushy if I want!

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My Adventures In The Men's Department!

About a week after my "treatments" life went pretty much back to normal. I received some nice comments from my co-workers who were fully aware of my intentions. I was getting used to the extra weight on my chest and was adapting to putting on my bras much easier. When I wasn't at work I was at home busy putting the house together. I planted an herb garden as well as some vegetables. One afternoon I gave my bedroom a very critical overview. Feminine? Very, but I felt something missing. It dawned on me that there was no hint that I shared my bed with Danny. I put a shopping list together and hit the stores. I knew intimately all of Danny's tastes in clothes and toiletries. I went into a drug store, grabbed a basket and began filling it with shaving cream, razors, body wash, deodorant, shampoo, and douche (that last item for me , of course!). After that it was off to Macy's where I purchased, for the first time in my life, men's underwear. He preferred boxers but I wanted him in tighty-whities. I also picked him up some matching white tank style undershirts. I knew all his sizes well but I deliberately picked up the undershirts in a slightly smaller size. If he was enamoured with my new chest I was equally turned on by his chiseled masculine torso and I wanted it to be displayed for my adoring eyes. I pictured him soaking wet in just his underwear and I felt my clitty twitch at the thought. I also picked him up a pair of swim trunks, jeans, deck shoes, polo shirts and socks. I never would have believed that shopping for men's clothes could be so much fun. Well, as a consolation to myself I found a pair of the most adorable red suede heels that I just had to have! (I mean, let's keep it real girls!) I brought everything home and carefully put things away. It felt so lovely to me to have his presence there even when he wasn't. By now it was about four in the afternoon and I knew Laura would be in any minute. She had been putting in some long hours lately and I wanted to prepare her a nice meal. As I was whipping up a Tai shrimp salad the doorbell rang. To my utter delight it was Danny! My first impulse was to jump into his arms but then I got a whiff of him. "Whewww...what have you been doing, honey. You smell"! He explained about a power outage in an upscale grocery store. His crew was sent to get everything up and running again. "It was pretty nasty work, babe, but it's something I have to get used to. But it does have it's perks", he said handing me a brown paper package. "What's this?", I asked. "Meat, baby, fillet Mignon to be exact. Just needs to be cut into steaks. The meat department manager gave one to all of us for getting the job done quickly". This was great! I gave him a peck on the lips and shooed him upstairs to take a shower. When he was washing up I lay some clean clothes out for him. As I was cutting up the steaks I thought to myself that my little shopping spree couldn't have come at a better time. I ran back upstairs and went into the bathroom to let him know about my adventures, that day, in the men's department. He was busy washing his scalp as I stood there admiring his physique. He was thrilled with my gesture to say the least. "You're the best wife a man could ever have, babe!" I heard every word but my eyes were glued to his cock. Even flaccid it still looked huge! I had to tear my eyes off his meat so I could attend to the other slab of meat on the kitchen counter. "I'll fire up the grill", I mumbled as I quickly went back down stairs. When I got there I was met by Laura. After a quick hug and kiss I filled her in on the fillet and told her Danny was taking a shower. "We're eating in style tonight. I'll let Danny do the grilling and we'll just enjoy", I told her as I poured out two glasses of Sancerre. "We'll need a more appropriate wine for steaks, don't you think? I'll just nip out and get some good Shiraz. Be back in twenty minutes", Laura said as she dashed out the door. As I was finishing cutting Danny came down stairs. He slipped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on my ear. I could feel his cock pressing into me. "Hmmmmm.....much better!", I moaned. I spun around and kissed him deeply with plenty of tongue. "I've got the grill all hot and ready for you, darling", I cooed. "I can tell", he sexily replied. He gave me a playful slap on my butt as he walked out to the patio. I cracked open a cold beer for him and followed him out. I handed him the beer and he reached up and cupped my breasts. "How much longer before I can break these big tits in", he asked. "Another week and you can shove that gorgeous dick of yours between the girls and fuck them all night, honey. In the meantime you'll just have to be content with what else I have to offer", I said as I boldly rubbed him to hardness in his new chinos. "Everything fit okay?", I asked. "Yeah, but the t-shirts are a little tight, though", he said. "Oh?", I asked innocently. "Well, you pull it off nicely, honey", I replied, giggling to myself.

Laura returned with the wine and, to our surprise, some fine looking lobster tails. Danny quickly found a spot on the grill for those babies! An added bonus was that Laura splurged on a bottle Of really good Australian Shiraz from the Two Hands vineyard. "Laura, you didn't have to....!" "Shush, hon", she said. "Sold a big property today. I want to celebrate a bit" "Cool"! We feasted around the kitchen counter on surf and turf, shrimp salad and some pretty amazing wine. We all shared our day. It was so comforting being alone with the two people I was head over heels in love with sharing our thoughts. I asked Laura if she had spoken to Monica recently. "Yes, this morning actually. She's at Stephanie's place in the city. They've been shopping for the wedding in Geneva. They'll stay there until they leave for Austria next week". I could only imagine what kind of shopping they were doing. I'm guessing that Stephanie and her were getting all their bridal lingerie together. Laura and I cleaned up while I forced Danny to go in and watch a Yankee game. He did but only after insisting on cleaning the grill. "Is Danny spending the night?", Laura asked. "Danny? Are you staying over"? He strolled into the kitchen and said, "If you ask me nicely"! Laura and I both laughed. "I guess he is, Laura, is it okay"? "Sure, why not. I've had a long day. I'm beat and I have a ton of paperwork to do tomorrow so I'm off to bed". "Okay, then I guess we are too", I replied. "Laura smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do", she cooed as she left the kitchen for her bedroom. As the day was cooling down a bit Danny and I sat outside in the hot tub with some brandy. I was wearing one of my new bikinis, a sexy little black number that left very little to the imagination. We were just chatting and making out at our leisure. "The meat was good, wasn't it", he said. I put my hand possessively on his erection and assured him that the meat was very good. I stood and shimmied out of my bikini and stood in front of him naked. Without a word I bent over at the waist. He wasted no time in slowly plunging his hot, hard cock in my pussy. There was no moon that night and all I could hear were my gentle moans and crickets. He fucked me slow and hard for almost an hour. I could feel the weight of my tits swaying gently in the night breeze. I know I came twice right there in the tub. I felt him pull out of me. I whined a bit feeling suddenly empty when he swept me in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. We quickly dried off and as he sprawled on top of the bed I slipped into a little red babydoll (minus the panty), did up my lips and added a touch of Chanel. I slid in next to him and slowly stroked him to another full erection. I took him deeply into my mouth wanting him as hard as a steel pipe. When I was satisfied I lay on my back with my legs in the air. As he once again slowly entered me I felt as if I wanted time to stand still forever. It was a long and sensual fuck. When he finally came it felt so delicious to be once again filled with his manly seed. "What a night. Good food, good friends and a nice long good fucking!", I purred with contentment. He pulled me closer and we settled ourselves for a contented sleep. It was around 2Am when the phone rang. It was my Mom. I was suddenly fully awake. "Is it...?", I asked. "Yes, Rita, Denise is in labor. We're at the hospital right now. She's doing fine"! "I'll be there first thing in the morning", I happily said and we rang off. I was finally going to be an Aunt!!!!

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