Coming Back Soon!

Some people have interpreted my last post as a farewell to my blog! Nothing can be further from the truth. I'll be back soon with a continuation. I ask you all to be a bit patient with me as I'm trying to mix business with a bit of pleasure as I've been traveling a lot lately. Believe it or not I'm working on Thanksgiving material already! Good things come to those who wait!

Love and kisses!!!! Rita

Goodbye!

Vacation Time!

I'm trying to enjoy a few weeks vacation on Cape Cod so there may be a gap in adding a new segment. Please forgive me. I'll try adding on a new "Eye Candy" addition as well as a gallery of women that have inspired me through my transition. I love you all....please be patient! All my kisses, Rita

Moving On To "Bigger" Things!

I awoke the next morning around 6AM. I was too excited and nervous to fall back to sleep. I left Laura's embrace and slipped into my shower. It was still odd to be in this house after only two days. It had yet to really sink in that this was my new home. I looked in the bathroom mirror. My newly blond hair was tussled but still looked so sexy. I brushed it out admiring the natural waves as it hung over my shoulders. Letting my nightie drop to the floor I closely examined my breasts. The hormones had given me a good start. I was only an "A" cup but as I tweaked my nipples I was happy at the exquisite sensitivity they held. I hoped after the augmentation that they would retain there sensitivity. I stepped back and took in my naked body in the mirror. The waxing had left me as smooth as a bowling ball. My nails were extremely feminine with their bright red polish. A sense of total calm overtook me as I realized I was going to live full time as a woman now. Forever! I stepped into the shower and gave my body a thorough cleaning. I shampooed and conditioned my hair running my long nails over my scalp. After drying an applying a lavender body splash I meticulously douched out my pussy with a scented Summer's Eve. After blowing out my hair I stepped into a pair of boy cut peach panties and a pair of white bike shorts. I pulled a pink tank top over my head and sat to do my makeup. I kept it minimal. Just some pressed powder, a little blush, liner, mascara and some lip gloss. I ponied my hair up on top of my head and put on the kettle to make a cup of tea. I remembered it was advised that I kept an empty stomach before the procedure. I was standing out on the back patio when I heard Laura come up behind me. "Good morning sweety!", she greeted me with a little kiss on the cheek. "Are you excited about today?", she continued. "Very! I couldn't get back to sleep. I wanted to come out here and decide where I want to plant the herb garden. It's so beautiful and peaceful out here in the morning". I went in and made a cup for Laura. "Are you hungry, Laura. I'll be happy to make you something", I said. "I am but I really don't want to eat in front of you. I know you must be hungry as well", she replied. "No, that's okay. I'm too excited to eat any way". I made her eggs and bacon with toasted pita bread. It was almost 8AM and we had to be at the doctor's office by 9:45. We sat at the marble counter in the kitchen and went over what was going to happen to me. "Will there be any noticeable scaring?", I asked. "Do you see any on me?", she replied between forkfuls. "Believe me, Rita, yours will go alot easier since you already have a head start. It took me a few weeks just to get used to the extra weight. I was as flat as a wash board before my augmentation. Oh, by the way, what color panties are you wearing?" I gave her a confused look. "Peach, why?" "You''ll need a matching bra, silly!", she giggled. "Oh, jeeze, I never even thought of that. I don't think I have one that will fit a "C" cup!", I moaned. "Don't worry, I got you covered. You can borrow mine until we do some some serious bra shopping. You'll need to be fitted properly. With the puppies you have now it's easy to feel comfortable but now you're graduating up to a full set of "girls" and that requires a bit more comfort". This conversation seemed so strange to be having on a lovely Saturday morning with the morning sun streaming in to my beautiful new kitchen. Laura showered and dressed in a short yellow sundress and we headed to the doctor's office.

The first thing that happened, after filling out miles of paperwork were the blood tests. Amy, the doctor's nurse, was very pleasant and thorough. After about an hour the doctor called us in to his office. He greeted Laura with a hug and asked her to lower her dress. He beckoned me over and pointed out where the incisions would be made and just how small they would be assuring me that it was a very simple procedure. Laura was all giggles as he showed me, with his hands, what my breasts would look like after he was done. I didn't want to clue him in that I was intimate with every square millimeter of Laura's upper anatomy! We then proceeded to an examination room where I was instructed to lay down and remove my top. He draped a curtain just below my chin and probed and prodded my breasts for a few minutes making notes on a chart. He asked me questions on my hormone regimen and family history for breast related illness. "Okay, lets get going", he said. "Would you like to take a little nap while I do this or do you want to stay awake, Rita"? "I want to feel everything, doctor. I've dreamed of this for a long, long time", I replied. "Fine. I'm just going to numb you up over the incision area. He put on a face mask and gave one to Laura who I insisted stay with me to hold my hand. "Okay, arms over your head. Let's go. I have a one o'clock tee time and I don't want to be late. I'm playing golf with a couple of chumps today and I'll probably win more from them then I'm making here this morning". Laura and I both giggled at this. I felt nothing for about twenty minutes. The first thing I felt was the right side of my chest getting tighter and tighter. All the time he was working he kept me talking. He asked questions about school, Danny, my family, and my job. It was obvious that he was looking for any stress I would be feeling as he worked. All I felt was that tightness on my chest. He was very impressed with my position at Cafe Roma. "I've eaten there many times. It's my wife's favorite restaurant. I sometimes play golf with the owners. Very impressive, Rita". We then began talking about Paolo and Joe (Monica's father). "Yeah, Joe's a real character. Fun guy. I'm always picking his brain about wines. He's helped me put together quite an impressive cellar"! The tightness was all over my chest at this point. I felt him suturing and knew he was almost done. After another 15 minutes he asked me to lower my arms. "Alright, I want you to gently cup your breasts now". Still not able to see them I did as he requested. I put my hands under my breasts, feeling their new size and weight for the first time. They felt big! Laura whispered for me to close my eyes. I did. I felt the curtain being moved away and the table I was laying on slowly was brought up to a sitting position. I could feel the extra weight on the palms of my hands. When I was sitting upright. I opened my eyes. I nearly fainted. They were beautiful. They were gorgeous and they were mine!!! I stared in awe at my full set of breasts! Big tits, knockers, bosoms, boobies, hooters, melons! I just stared and stared. I knew this was coming but it still left me speechless. The doctor just laughed. "This is the best part for me", he chuckled. "Well, besides the payment. I love seeing the reaction of my patients after the procedure! Priceless! Okay, Rita?.....Rita!", he said, snapping his fingers in front of my nose. I broke out of my trance and looked at him. He then got down to business. I was to wear constant support for two weeks. I was to treat then "gently" during that time. I was given a salve and a prescription for pain killers in case the sutures caused me any discomfort. I was to report back to him in two weeks time to check that the healing was going well. Sooner if any complications occurred. He told me what to look for. With me still laying on the table he said his goodbyes and was gone. "Have a good golf game", I mumbled. I hadn't removed my hands from my breasts all the time he was talking to me. I was afraid they might fall off. I still felt no pain, just the added weight on my chest. I had felt that weight before while wearing breast forms but this was very, very different. Laura helped me into the bra she brought along. It was going to take a bit of practice now to put on my bras, I realized. I now would have to position each breast in my bra cups differently. With my bra adjusted I marveled at the weight of my new "girls"! The amount of cleavage I now had was mind boggling! I slipped on my pink tank top and admired my new figure. The top was quite inadequate to hold them properly. I looked as stacked as any Hooter's girl! Amy, the nurse, came in and congratulated me. "He really does a great job, don't you think"', she said. I just nodded my answer. I was still too stunned to speak so Laura answered for me. She told Amy the events of the past few days. The salon visit and now this. "Wow, Rita, you really jumped off the deep end! All that in just one weekend! You've got guts, girl"! A long time ago on a Halloween I dressed as Alice from Wonderland. I remember Danny telling me I had guts. With that memory in the back of my mind Laura and I left the office. "Would you like to do some bra shopping now or would you like to wait, honey?", she asked. Staring down between my new cleavage I told her I'd wait a few days. "I can't shop with this (now) skimpy top on. I was feeling weird. I was feeling self conscious and maybe a little embarrassed. I never expected to feel those things. I just thought I'd feel sexy and female. Laura understood what I was thinking. "Your brain needs to register all this, honey. It'll take a while but you'll be fine. Just think what Danny will do when he sees the new you for the first time. That worried me more than anything else. What would he think? Had I gone too far too soon?

For the next couple of days I sort of moped around. There was a little discomfort but that was no big deal. The salve and the Advil took care of that. I called the restaurant and Paolo gave me the week to recuperate. I spoke with Danny and my Mom daily and put up a happy front. Half way through the week I was feeling a little better. Laura was out showing homes and I had the house to myself. I was watching an old Marilyn Monroe film and caught myself for the millionth time admiring her figure in a tight gown. My brain just sort of registered that I now had a similar figure. I quickly went up to my room and stripped. I stood in front of my full length mirror and assumed a series of posses. I began to hum and smile to myself. I felt my full breasts jiggle as I struck each pose. I was finally feeling liberated from my depression. Still naked I sat at my vanity and applied my makeup to sort of resemble Marilyn. I had done it many times before in my early teens. I applied a very light foundation, some light pink blusher, false eyelashes with dark liner, subtle light brown shadow to my creases and a very red and shiny lipstick. I was giggling all the time I was doing it. It felt like I was thirteen again as I styled my long blond hair to give it the right curl in the right places. I added a black lacy merry widow to pull in my waist a bit. The underwire cups held the "girls" out to perfection. After adding some smoky nylons I stepped into a pair of black patent stilettos. This was fun! I was a young transvestite again and I was loving it! But this time I had tits! Real tits! I spritzed on some Chanel #5 and felt so alive. So sexy! I wore no panties so my clit was bouncing to and fro between my thighs as I pranced around the house. I felt like a young kid playing with his mother's clothes and makeup! I spent at least three hours looking at myself in every available mirror. It was incredible! I was so horny for the first time in days. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck all night! I wanted Danny's big cock to fuck my new tits! I thought of calling him but he was working at his new job. Besides I wasn't in the right frame of mind at the time. I'd fuck the UPS guy if he showed up! I went to my little toy collection and took out one of my favorite dildos. After lubing it up I slowly pushed it all the way into my pussy as I played with my tits and rubbed my clitty. I was a wanton bitch in heat as I brought myself to a mind numbing cum. After that I replaced my cock replica with a butt plug. Hmmmmm...that felt so good and gave me the exaggerated wiggle that I so craved. I was still one horny little t-girl as I minced down to the kitchen in my 5 inch stilettos and made myself a pitcher of martinis. Pouring one in our lipstick decorated martini glasses I wiggled out to the patio and sprawled in a lounge chair. My fanny friend felt so nice as I rubbed myself to one glorious cum after another. Laura could walk in at any time but I didn't care. In between refills I was constantly fixing my lipstick. I was getting a little drunk but I was more than drunk with lust! "Let her find me!", I thought. "Let her see just what a horny little sissy slut I am"! After the third drink I went back to my room for another fuck with the rubber cock. It felt so nice as I pounded my stretched pussy. My orgasm this time was all female. I felt it in my toes all the way up to my extended nipples. I passed out. The next thing I recall was a naked Laura nursing on one of those nipples. She had found me out like a light with the dildo still buried deep between my thighs. Still dressed and made up like a Marilyn wannbe. "Welcome back to the world, Rita!", she said sliding up my body before sticking her tongue down my throat. Coming back to reality a bit I was a little embarrassed. I tried to explain but she just shushed me and kept on kissing me and playing with my tits. We spent about an hour together before taking a shower. She told me that when she found me she was overjoyed to see that I finally came to terms with my new image. We sat out on the patio finishing the pitcher of martinis just wearing our little silk kimonos. "What triggered all this?", she asked. "Marilyn", I replied. "Which one"? "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend", I told her. "Oh, honey, between Marilyn and Jane Russell, you didn't stand a chance". I told her about how, out of the blue, I sort of went off the deep end. She just nodded. "Let me tell you what happened, honey", she said. "You suddenly got this overwhelming urge to play dress-up just like you did when you were a kid wearing your sister's clothes, right"? I nodded, amazed that she could read me like a book. "Then, of course, when you saw yourself all dolled up the hornys kicked in and the results are what I found sprawled out on your bed". "Yes, that's exactly what happened. How did you know"? "Silly girl! The same thing happened to me only it was a Madonna video on MTV that did me in. I, too, felt a little freaky after I had these done, she said hefting her "girls". Like I said the brain had to catch up with the body." "Why didn't you warn me, Laura"? "You had to find out for yourself, honey-bunny, it was the only way. Besides, I wasn't all that sure whether you would be effected the same way." She was so much like a big sister to me. I gave her a big hug and sobbed a bit. "Feeling better now, baby?", she cooed. "Much better, much better!", I sobbed. "Good! Then tomorrow we're going bra shopping. I'm running out of clean ones!", she laughed. And that's exactly what we did.

We hit the mall the next morning and I picked up at least two dozen new bras of all descriptions. But we didn't stop there. After much looking I also picked up half a dozen new bikinis. I also noticed I was getting a lot more attention from men. Too much if you ask me. It was flattering but also a bit unnerving as I felt I was being gawked at. I mentioned it to Laura. She just sighed. "Get used to it, Rita. The combination of blond hair and a good size rack is something you're just going to have to come to terms with. If they stare just stare back. They'll quickly look somewhere else. Most will anyway. But you really can't blame them, can you"? I guess I couldn't. That night Monica and Stephanie made a surprise visit. I was thrilled to see that Stephanie and not Stephan made an appearance. When I inquired as to why Monica told me that she insisted. "Besides", she said, "I drove. She still has a problem navigating the pedals in heels. I was fairly covered up so Monica asked to see my new breasts. I excused my self an slipped into one of my new bikinis. On impulse I added some extra high heels and made my entrance like Miss New Jersey In the Miss America Pageant. Both Stephanie and Monica squealed with glee as I strutted up and down the living room. They both took turns feeling my new tits which I was growing more proud of by the day. I thanked them again and again for their wonderful gift. "Danny is just going to go nuts over you, Rita!", Monica said. I was beginning to think he really would. "Well, I said, "I'll find out soon enough. He's coming over tomorrow night". I had a plan in my mind for my "unveiling".

Moving On To "Blonder" Things!

It was finally over. Mom and Denise had just left for home after a lovely dinner at Cafe Roma to celebrate my High school graduation. I wore a simple sheath dress with 3 inch pumps after getting out of my cap and gown. At least they were bright red. My only regret was not wearing matching lipstick. Whatever "boy" was left in me had finally and forever flown the coop. I stood alone in the empty house doing one last final inspection. I requested this time alone and my family was very understanding, as they always are. I went up to my bedroom and looked around. The memories overwhelmed me. This room. This room where my bored sister dressed me in her lacy white communion dress 14 years ago. This room where I became a girl. I became Rita. This room where I honed my makeup skills and learned to walk in high heels. This room where I spent hours learning how to be a girl. This room where I plotted the seduction of my life long best friend and the boy next door. This room where I lost my virginity to that very same boy. "Danny", I thought. I gazed out the window to the house across the alleyway. His window was dark. He was spending the weekend at his parent's beach house on the Jersey shore. I gazed around at the soft peachy-pink walls. I sank to my knees in the middle of that bare room and cry ed my eyes out. Fade to black........

It was arranged that Laura would pick me up and take me to our new home together. The movers had performed a miracle and moved us both out and in on the same day. It's amazing what clout Laura had as a successful Realtor. She promised them glowing referrals if they could pull it off. She noticed my red eyes. "Any regrets?", she asked. "None what so ever", I quietly replied. We drove in silence for a bit. "All the furniture is where it should be but there is still tons of unpacking to do. Don't forget you have a 10AM at the Beauty Parlor in the morning". I brightened up at that. "Oh, you don't need to remind me of that!", I smiled. "It's going to take them about four or five hours to get it all done, honey, so I'll drop you off and come back here to start getting things done. I'll pick you up and we'll grab a quick lunch and then it's right back to work. Okay"? I just nodded. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. We pulled into our driveway and the first thing I noticed was the plaque mounted firmly in the ground. "Laurita" "We're home, Rita!" I let out a little squeal. "Yes, Laura, home"! We went inside and the place was full of cartons. I checked out the kitchen and thought to myself that this will probably take the most work but I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it. "I only had time to make up my bed but I put out some sleepwear for you", Laura told me. I went up to my new room and found a beautiful red satin nightgown laying on my bed. I quickly stripped and slipped it over my head. Oh, it felt so lovely against my naked body. I joined Laura in the living room where she poured us both out some brandy. "Here, this will help you sleep". We clinked glasses and toasted our new home. Laura then threw her empty glass into the fireplace. "For good luck", she told me. I followed suit. Arm in arm we went up to her bedroom. We spooned together and soon I was fast asleep.

I awoke with a gentle kiss on my ear. "Time to get a move on, Rita!", she said patting my butt. I jumped up taking in the still unfamiliar surroundings. "Transformation Day, Part 1", I happily thought. I showered and dressed in a short white skirt and red and white top. I slipped into a pair of cork wedge shoes keeping my legs bare. A pair of simple hoop earrings and with my mousy brown hair in a high ponytail we set off for the salon. Laura assured me that this salon was used to servicing girls like us so I was not to be concerned about anything. I was greeted at the door by Stacy who would be doing my hair. She introduced me to Tanya who would be giving me a full body wax. It was suggested that we do the waxing first to get it done with. I carefully hung up my clothes and slipped into the knee length pink gown. I lay down on a soft cushioned table and the waxing began. It wasn't bad. A little uncomfortable but no big deal. After the waxing Tanya applied a soothing moisturizer on my skin. It was fun getting a bikini wax even though I was mildly embarrassed to have my little clitty so exposed to a stranger but the results were worth it. Just a straight wispy strip of short soft pubes! "One last thing and I'll hand you over to Stacy!", Tonya said. She held my chin in her hand turning my face right and left. She selected what appeared to be a stencil. She held it up to my browns and penciled them in. She proceeded to wax and shape my brows into thin high arches. I couldn't believe how much that simple act opened up my eyes! I thanked her with a hug as I was led over to the sinks. A young girl washed and conditioned my hair and I was brought over to Stacy's station. "So", she said, "going blond for the summer. Is that the plan"? "Yes", I answered. We then decided on a shade that would suit my skin tone and she set to work blending. I was led back to the sink area and she proceeded to coat my long locks in the solution. My hair was wrapped and I was lead to a dryer. After what seemed an eternity I was combed out. As I was spun around to the mirror all the air in my lungs seemed to rush out in one audible gasp. "Oh..my..God!", I whispered. I was stunned at the change to my appearance. "This is nothing", Stacy said. "It's time to add some waves to this!" she continued as she lifted the right side of my, now, honey blond hair. While the perm (smelly!) solution was doing it's magic my manicure and pedicure were being addressed. The manicurist was a cute little Asian girl named Young. At least that's how it sounded. "You like red, I understand. What lipstick you use?" I told her my signature shade. "Ahhh, very pretty. I match it for you". After my pedicure was complete she began filling and buffing my nails. This wasn't a new experience for me but it was still (and still is!) quite a thrill! She carefully applied the extensions and wraps and polished my nails a bright shiny deep red! I looked at them with pride. "Now and forever, no going back", I happily thought. Stacy then took over and after the perm solution was washed out she began to cut and style. She chatted with me all along the process. I told her about myself, about my friends and about Danny. "You're a very lucky girl, Rita". "Don't I know it!", I replied. She was just about finished when she whispered in my ear. "You know, honey, you and I are not all that different." My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. "You mean...you? I can't believe it"! She just smiled and nodded. "Yep, two years post-op", she grinned. She went on to tell me that she was in a steady relationship with a guy named Hank. He was divorced and had two daughters. She was at a very happy period in her life after years of depression and confusion. "We'll have lunch sometime and compare notes, she said. "But in the mean time today is all about you"! With that she spun me back to the mirror and I almost fainted. My blond hair (Blond!) was styled in a curly feminine doo. It looked slightly tussled and oh.. so.. sexy! With my thin and highly arched brows I looked like I could be a contestant in any pageant! Stacy gave me some tips on styling and maintenance. I thanked her profusely and promised we'd get together after the house was put to order. I told her I'd cook her something special as a thank you. Anything she wanted! "Yes, I heard you are an aspiring chef so I'd really like that. We gave each other a sisterly hug. We looked into each other's eyes and I felt a spark. "Uh-oh", I thought, "here we go again"! I was in desperate need of the ladies room so I went about my business. Standing in front of the mirror I just couldn't get over the change. I practiced making flirty and seductive faces in the mirror as I put on my makeup. I couldn't get over my eyebrows. So perfect. As I applied my lipstick it all came together, as it always does. "All this", I thought, and tomorrow the tit fairy comes to call. I giggled out loud and left the room. When I emerged I saw Laura chatting with Stacy. When she saw me she let out a squeal and bent at the waist she put her hands over her mouth. She started clapping her hands in a very girly manner. I struck a seductive pose and said, "Well"? "Gorgeous..simply gorgeous!" She turned and gave Stacy a big hug! "You've outdone yourself, Stace"! "I'm only as good as the material I'm given to work with", she simply stated. We again promised Stacy we would all get together in the near future. I personally thanked all the girls again and booked an appointment for the second weekend in July for touch ups. As Laura and I were driving to lunch she was ecstatic over my new look. "You're going to be beating the boys off with a stick!", she said. "Nonsense, I'm a one man woman. Always will be. I'm not interested in any other man. Well.....maybe Derek Jeter, but I found the love of my life", I said. We did get a lot of looks at lunch. Mostly from men but we also noticed some strange looks from women as well. "Green with envy", Laura whispered to me over our Cobb salads. All during lunch I just had to admire my long red nails. The nails I'd come to love so much growing up. Now they were mine for as long as I wished to have them. Simple choices like choosing a nail length or a hair color that had been kept from me all my life were now mine to choose. Let me tell you, girls, It's a truly liberating experience. We grabbed some takeout from the bistro and headed back to "Laurita" for some unpacking.

When we got home I noticed that Laura had made my bed. I thanked her. "Does that mean you want to sleep alone tonight, honey?", I seductively asked. She just looked at me and smirked. "Are you trying to seduce me you blond vixen"? "With all my heart and soul", I purred. She understood where I was coming from. I never felt more alive or more sexy in my young life.

After what seemed like hours of emptying boxes and putting things away we relaxed for a quick bite and changed into sexy bedroom attire. I again wore the satin nightie from the night before. We wound up making gentle love in her bed. I was reminded not to eat anything after 9PM. "This was such a big day for me, Laura. I can't thank you enough." She patted my breasts and said, "Even bigger day tomorrow, don't you think"? All these changes coming at me so fast. I loved them all but would Danny?

Moving Out!

The next weekend found Danny, my Mom and myself driving west in a rented U-Haul loaded with Mom's things. Clothes, bedroom furniture and personal keepsakes. It was time for her to move in temporarily with Denise to care for her in her final trimester of pregnancy. I was sitting in the middle of the single seat cab of the truck with Danny at the wheel. We talked about our upcoming plans. Danny's new job with the power company, "Laurita", selling the house and graduation. I didn't mention my upcoming transformation wanting it to be a surprise. We were listening to music on the CD player when "Crazy" by Patsy Cline came on. I snuggled in close to Danny as he put his arm around me kissing me on the top of my head. It was the first time we had shown real affection for each other in front of Mom. I nervously glanced in her direction. She was looking at me with a big smile and tears in her eyes. "Is this your song together?", she asked. "Yes", I whispered. "Our first dance and...uh...kiss". After a minute or two she told me that she and my Dad also danced and kissed for the first time to a song by Patsy Cline. "Oh, really? Which song, Mom"? "I believe it was "You Belong To Me", she smiled. I thought of the two of them back then, long before Denise and I were in the picture. A young couple in love. It was a lovely image but also kind of sad in a way. After putting the furniture into storage we spent a lovely afternoon with my sister, Denise. Her husband, who is in law enforcement, was at work. She looked radiant with her big belly. It made me feel a little envious that this particular rite of womanhood would always elude me. After getting Mom all settled in and promising to call every night Danny and I headed home. I suddenly realized I was going home to an empty house and I would be living alone for the next week. "Honey?", I asked. "What, babe?", he responded. "I don't really want to be alone tonight so would you stay with me"? I'll cook and we could just be together. Maybe watch a movie or something"? "I was gonna watch the Yankee game, if that's okay?", he said. "Sure, even better!", I replied.

When we got home he went up to take a shower while I busied myself making my version of Philly cheese steak sandwiches. I felt so domesticated, so much like a married woman. In a sense we were married. Maybe not legally but certainly spiritually. After all we did make vows to each other with me in my sister's wedding dress. As I was toasting rolls in the oven I felt his arms go around my slim waist. "What would my lovely wife care to drink tonight?", he said as he kissed me on the ear. I spun around in his embrace. I put my arms around his neck kissing him deeply on the lips. "What?", he said. "You always manage to say the perfect thing at the perfect time. I love you so much!" He opened a bottle of Barbera D' Asti that Paolo had given me and we settled in to eat and watch the Yankee game. Everything felt just right. Just the two of us having a normal Saturday evening at home together. This was usually "girls" night but Monica and Stephanie were busy planning the wedding in Geneva. Laura was out at "Laurita" supervising the work being done and dealing with all the small details that would drive anyone outside the real estate business out of their minds. We were engrossed in the game when the phone rang. I moaned silently to myself as I got up to answer it. The Yankees had a no-hitter going in the top of the seventh inning. It was Laura. She filled me in on what was going on and asked for my verbal consent on some things. "So, you're on your own for awhile.", she said. "Not really", I replied, "my husband is with me". "Good. Did you tell him about the salon and the boobs yet"? "No, I want that to be a surprise. I mean, he knows I'm doing it but not when. How much recovery time will I need"? She told me just a couple of days. In the mean time I was to spend every night the following week packing. She told me she had hired a moving company to collect all the furniture and belongings from the both of us on the same day. "You have a busy week coming up, girlfriend, so get plenty of rest when you can!", she admonished. "Yes, Mother!", I said with a giggle. When I got back to the game I saw that the Rangers had scored two runs. "What the hell happened!?", I yelled. "You left the room and changed the karma of the game", he said. "Oh, sure, typical male! Blame the woman"! He laughed and beckoned me into his arms. We snuggled together and finished the game...and the wine. For the record the Yankees won 6-2.

I went up to take a shower and get ready for bed. I locked the bathroom door and gave myself a quick but thorough douche. I unlocked the bathroom door just in case he wanted to join me and entered the stall. I soaped up my body with a lavender body wash. "Yes", I thought, "my hips do seem a bit more rounder than they used to be. I couldn't wait to go bikini shopping! I was only slightly disappointed that he didn't join me but it was just as well. This will be our very last night together in this room, in this bed. The bed where he took my virginity almost one year ago. It seemed like a lifetime....a very blissful lifetime. I pulled on a white nylon nightie and piled my hair on top of my head. I didn't bother (did I say bother!) with any makeup. A spritz of Chanel # 5 in the right places and I joined him in bed. He was watching SNL as I slid under the thin white sheet next to him. I ran my hand over his chest and abdomen feeling the hard muscle and took in his masculine scent. "Have you been working out?", I asked him. "Yes", he replied. "I need to get into better shape if I'm going to be climbing poles and lugging heavy equipment around". I giggled as I grabbed a hold of his pole. "You've been lugging heavy equipment around for years, darling!" We lay together and talked about the upcoming week as I held the proof of his manhood in my hands. We graduated on Thursday evening. My life would really change forever after they slapped that diploma in my hand. I got a chill just thinking about it. "Are you cold, babe?", he asked. "No, just thinking ahead". I filled him in on the moving plans that Laura had organized. "So I guess we won't need the U-haul again", he said. "Nope, all taken care of, honey. Never underestimate a woman's ability to take the situation in hand", I replied, stroking his now hard and ridged cock. "Or, for that matter, in mouth"! I scooted down and slowly engulfed him in my warm, moist mouth. "This never gets old!", I thought as I sensually bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. I felt his strong hand stroking the back of my neck as I nursed on his manhood. "My husband", I thought happily to myself, "I'm pleasing my husband"! I could feel he was ready to cum and I wanted to swallow all of it. When the time was right I took his entire shaft into my throat and slowly pulled up just as the first blast entered me. So creamy, so hot, sooooo good! We rested for a bit and around 3Am we consummated our marriage for the last time in that room. It was slow. It was sensual. It was loving. It was perfect! He was still inside me when we finally drifted off to sleep.

Lose A Little, Gain A Little!

Sorry it's been a while since my last post but things are busy for me this time of year. I'd like to bring this up to the point where my life finally gets on track.

The spring seemed to rush by between work, school and the preparations on "Laurita." School got easier after I began the workstudy program. I was continuing my monthly hormone shots as well as taking my pills daily. I was on an emotional rollercoaster at the time but was to busy to take notice. The girls and I continued our Saturday night get together and Danny and I still had our Friday nights so my sex life was still pretty darned good! Laura found a definite buyer for my Mom's house and the closing was scheduled to coincide with our plans for the end of the school year. One Sunday morning in early June I received a call from Monica asking me to brunch at Stephanie's apartment in the city. When I arrived I was surprised to see Laura there as well. I was also surprised to see they were all wearing white low cut dresses showing plenty of cleavage. I was in a short denim skirt and a pink blouse. Well, Stephanie's were breast forms but still it left me feeling very inadequate. After a pleasant meal of omelets with shaved white truffle we we sipping champagne on the terrace when I brought up the subject of the dresses. Monica looked at me with "that" look. "Rita, Stephanie and I have decided to give you a little, well maybe not so little, gift for being in our wedding party". I looked over at Laura who was all smiles. I noticed the way the sunlight glinted off her fuchsia lipstick, making my clitty jump in my satin panties. Monica continued. "We've want you to be able to fit properly into the bridesmaid dress we have in mind". "Oh", I said, "do you need me to lose a few pounds"? I had been worried because my hips and butt were growing a bit. I couldn't fit into the jeans I wore the previous summer. "Not exactly lose, darling, but...ummm...gain would be the better word for it"! I gave them all a confused stare. With that they all grabbed the tops of their dresses and pulled them down revealing three sets of breasts. (Well, two but Stephanie is one of the girls now.) My eyes got as big as saucers. "You mean....!", I gasped as my hands went up to cup my own breasts. I got all dewy eyed. "Stephanie, Monica...I just couldn't...I mean, the expense...it's just too much..."! "No ifs, end's our buts, Missy it's a done deal. The appointment is already set for June 20th", Monica said. I was speechless. I broke down and cried in earnest. Laura rushed to my side and put her arm around me. I buried my head in her still exposed breasts. In any other situation I would have suckled for hours. After a while I calmed down. I couldn't thank them enough. "It's the least we can do for you, honey", Stephanie said. "If it wasn't for you I don't think I would have gotten together with Monica and become part of this wonderful feminine world, besides meeting the love of my life". With that Monica leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. Stephanie reached into her purse and extracted a compact to check her lipstick. I smiled at that, thinking I would have done the same thing. "You see", she continued, "you awoke a spark in Monica and brought back her desire to fully feminize a boy". I nodded with understanding. I guess it was true thinking back to our nights in the ladies room at the library. "One other surprise", Laura said. With a shocked expression my hand went to grab in between my legs. They all laughed. "No..no..nothing so drastic. That's entirely your decision someday, baby" , she cooed. "Here's your time line, sweets. School ends on the 18th and you get the boob job on the 20th so that leaves the 19th open, right"? I nodded. Well, I thought, when Monica told me the news, that it would be a shame to waste the day". With that she took a small white card from her purse and handed it to me. "The Beauty Parlor" it read in feminine script. "Turn it over", Laura said. I did. Client Name: Rita Mondray. Date: June 19th. Time: 10AM. Services needed: Color, Perm, Nails, Waxing. Paid in full. Please call to confirm your appointment. "It's my graduation gift to you, honey", Laura said. "Are they open now", I gushed. Yes, I think so", she replied. I reached into my purse and took out the my cell phone. "Hello? Yes, this is Rita Mondray and I'm calling to confirm my appointment for June 19th at 10AM. Yes.....yes....that would be great. Really...that's so sweet....Earl Grey actually....uh-huh....Stacy?.....okay, see you then..thank you...bye-bye"! I hung up and hugged Laura. "Oh, I love you, I love you...I love all of you so much", I gushed. "Now, will you all put your tits away. This is New York City. People have telescopes"! We all went inside. Monica and Stephanie gave us a grand tour. To say opulent wasn't saying enough. I could never imagine having this much luxury. When I saw the kitchen my eyes bugged out. Stephanie laughed when she saw my reaction. She came over to me and entwined her arm around mine. "I'm afraid this room doesn't see all that much action but you're welcome to use it any time you like". I gave her a sisterly hug. "However", she said leading us up a spiral staircase, "fortunately this room does see some action...lately". It was a gorgeous feminine bedroom with a panoramic view of Central Park. There was a huge round bed with a circular skylight above it. Two huge walk in closets and a large vanity covered with Chanel cosmetics. On the bed were four matching pink babydoll outfits. Monica went over to the bed and held one up. It was the most feminine babydoll I'd ever seen. Even Laura gasped when she saw it. It was sissy pink, sheer and frilly. The hem and bust was covered in soft pink marabou. "I think we all have a good reason to celebrate, don't we, girls?", she slyly said. We wasted no time in stripping naked and shimmy into these cute little confections. I couldn't help but notice Stephanie's enormous cock waving in the air as she hurried into her babydoll. When we were all dressed we made a circle on the bed holding hands just smiling at each other. As if we all had ESP we formed a daisy chain. Monica laid back like a queen and Stephanie buried her face in her steaming cunt. Laura quickly got under Stephanie and began to stroke her monster while licking her balls. Not to be left out I eagerly swallowed Laura's, by now very familiar, clitty. Feeling something warm engulf mine I felt Monica's mouth and tongue make music on my very engorged clitty. She also deftly slipped a finger into my rosebud. Normally I would have objected. That was Danny's sole domain but under the circumstances I just moaned out my acceptance. We played at this well into the early evening switching partners every now and then. We were like a sexual sissy sorority and adored every lick, suck and probe until we were all pretty much spent. Monica took a break and went out on the terrace to get some fresh air...so she said. In the meantime Laura and I spent the time tag teaming Stephanie's ever stiff cock. We both got the whiff of cigar smoke and knew that Monica was enjoying one of her Havanas. We both just smiled at each other. "Do you?", I asked Laura. "Not really. Do you?", she replied. "Maybe some other time. I'd much rather have this in my mouth at the moment....unless...?", I asked looking up at Stephanie. I'm not allowed, too masculine for a sissy like me", she said smiling at us. She was right. Although Monica was the only generic girl in our group both Laura and I were full time t-girls. Stephanie on the other hand craved being a submissive sissy and would want it no other way. Monica had her rules and the three of us would always respect them. Stephanie would never be allowed any other pussy but Monica's. That worked for me but I know deep down Laura was itching to ride that big cock. But on the upside we were allowed to be Monica's fluff girls. Get her sissy good and hard and she would ride her into the sunset. And that's exactly what happened. We heard her heels on the stairs. "Hmmmmm..I love to see my girls enjoying each other. Okay, you two, it's Mommy's turn"! With that both Laura and I sat up and Monica got between the legs of her future wife and slowly sank her dripping pussy onto her sissy girl's pole. We watched for a minute and both headed downstairs to the living room. Laura found the box of Havanas opened on the table and held two up. "Okay", I said. We filled two balloons of Cognac and sat out on the terrace watching the last rays of sunlight sink over Central Park and New Jersey beyond. We sat silently with our cigars and brandy for awhile. "Maybe Stephanie is right", I said holding up my cigar. "Maybe this is too masculine a thing to do". "I disagree", Laura replied. "I get a very womanly glow from this. It's not really taboo anymore and I know you enjoy them as well". "Okay, I admit I do but when we move into "Laurita" can we keep them strictly out doors"? "Absolutely, no smoking in the house at any time", Laura said sipping on her brandy. Sitting side by side we held hands watching the West Side of Manhattan light up. "I can't believe this is all happening", I whispered. "I can't either, at least not this, here, today, but like I've told you, Rita, we deserve it "Laura whispered back. We sat and smoked for a bit, finished our drinks and went up to get our clothes for the trip home. We stopped on the stairs hearing sounds of passion coming from the upper room. "Maybe we shouldn't disturb them", I whispered. "Do you want to take the train home wearing pink babydolls?", Laura grinned. I actually thought about it for a second. "Well, I guess you're right". When we walked in on them Stephanie was on all fours and Monica was fucking her with a very realistic strap on. We silently collected our things and made a hasty retreat. As we were dressing and gargling and fixing our faces I asked Laura about the strap on. "Oh yes, that", she said. "Is it...?", I asked. "Yes, it's an exact replica of Stephanie's cock. Monica had a mold made and some outfit in Boston had it made up for her. "She thinks of everything", I said shaking my head.

Our trip home was spent going over plans for the house and just idle girl talk. Slipping under the sheets that night I was excited to think that in a very short while I would achieve my goal of being blond, busty and a full time woman! Oh, was I ever gonna make my man happy!