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 Joe hung the hangers on the hook provided, and began removing
his outer clothing.  He started to remove his shorts, but had to
sit to pull his Reeboks off first.  He did that, and when he stood
to pull his shorts off, he noticed a woman enter the cubicle across
from him.  It made him think of the first morning, only four days
ago, when he came to the mall to buy some clothes, confused, and
almost scared to death.  That's when he got his first view of a
woman, in an adjoining cubicle, also trying on undergarments.  That
time, the strong male urge he still possessed, almost made his
heart explode.  He was not yet used to seeing so much of his new
peer group.

     As he continued to undress, Joe watched as the young woman in
the other cubicle removed her blouse.  She carefully hung it on the
wall hook, and then unfastened the strap of her pink bra.  She
removed it and tossed it on the padded seat.  Through the wide gaps
in the door slats, Joe could see the woman's breasts.

     He waited for the familiar feeling of his penis, that was what
it still felt like to him, swelling as it became aroused.  That
would shortly be followed, since the change, by a somewhat
uncomfortable feeling of wetness, as his new vagina started to
lubricate and made the crotch of his underwear wet.  He watched and
waited.  There was nothing.

     The woman scratched an itch on her left breast with her right
hand.  The innocent action caused the breast to jiggle like Jello.
Joe tensed the muscles in his groin.  Before, this scene would have
caused a pants ripping erection.  Now, although the sight was still
interesting, he felt about the same excitement as if he was
watching his friend Jay change clothes next to him at the health
club.  What was happening to him?

     Concerned, Joe touched the crotch of his panties.  They were
warm, maybe a little damp, they were always a little damp, but they
were not soaking wet, as they would have been on previous days.
Was he losing his old desire?  Maybe, as Dr. Krell suspected, his
libido was enhanced by the extra testosterone, left over from when
his gonads were testicles.  The ovaries he had now would, of
course, eventually cause his sex drive to change, and probably
become somewhat cyclic.  If he was really female, it was probably
inevitable.

     Joe gently stroked the smooth nylon that covered his soft
crotch.  It felt good, not in an erotic way, but rather he liked
the slick feel of the fabric, which felt so different from the
cotton jockey shorts he had always wore before.  He looked over at
the woman.  As she placed her arms into the straps of the new bra,
Joe could see the outline of her bosom.  "Her boobs are no bigger
than mine," he thought.  "In fact, mine are better.  No wonder she
doesn't turn me on.  I'm getting used to seeing female anatomy every
time I look in the mirror."  He went back to his task of trying on
his new underwear.

     Joe pulled the teddy over his head and down his body.  It was
silky and a bit loose around his chest, but below the light elastic
waistband, it was made of a stretchy, lycra fabric.  He reached
between his legs, grabbed the little crotch strap, and snapped it
closed.  There was no mirror in the cubicle, so he could not see
himself.  He looked down, and was satisfied that it fit ok.  He
grabbed the slip, and stepped into it.  He really wanted to see
himself in a mirror, but that would have to wait.  Satisfied, he
took the silky things off again.

     That was when he remembered.  He still needed to get a bra
without straps.  He quickly put his shorts back on, and slipped the
top over his head.  Joe decided that he would not need to take his
shoes off anymore, so he put them back on, and tied them.  He
grabbed the silky items, and left the cubicle.  He put them on the
counter by the cash register and went over to where Karen was
standing, casually looking at slips.

     "What kind of bra do you think I should get?" he asked.

     "What kind do you like?" she asked.

     "I don't like a lot of lace, and stuff like that," he said.
He had always liked the simple, silky, sheer underthings better
than the lacy stuff, even when he did not have to wear them
himself.

     They went over to the wall where all types, and colors of bras
were displayed, arranged by brand name.  Karen went to the
Maidenform section, and selected a sheer cupped bra, with straps
which were convertible from crossover in back, to looping around
the neck like a swimsuit.  It met Joe's requirement in that it had
no lace at all.  The nude colored bra had cups so sheer they were
almost transparent.

     "How about this?" she asked.  "You wear a B cup, don't you?"

     "Yeah, I guess so," Joe said.  "I think I'm 34B."  He took the
bra from Karen.  He held the flimsy thing up.  He saw the sheerness
of the cups, and grinned sheepishly as he looked at Karen.  "Well,
this is about as seethrough as it gets, isn't it," he said,
grinning.

     "It's underwear, Joe, you won't see it under your clothes,"
Karen said.

     "Yeah, but I'll know it's there," Joe objected.

     "That's the whole idea, isn't it?" Karen returned, and winked
at him.

     He thought about it.  She was right.  The only reason for the
design of this little item was because it made a woman look good.
Maybe feel good too.  He might as well get it.  "Okay, I'll buy
it," he said simply.

     "You better try it on," Karen suggested.  "I don't know about
you, but I hate a bra that doesn't fit right."

     "Okay, I'll try it, then," Joe said.  He did not mind.  He was
really wondering what he'd look like in it, anyway.

     Again, Joe went back into the cubicle.  He removed his top
again, and took of the white bra.  The coolness of the air
conditioning quickly made his full nipples stiffen to little points
that reminded him of pencil erasers.  He was always amused by the
way his new, larger, nipples reacted to sudden changes in tempera-
ture.  Maybe they did the same thing when he was male, but they
were so small that he had never noticed, if they had.  He was much
more aware of things like that since he became female.

     He picked up the new bra.  He looked at the straps, tangled as
they were.  The convertible bra was configured to crossover in
back.  That's probably what he wanted, he decided, so he left it
that way.  It was a back close type, the first of that kind he had
ever tried on.  He stuck his arms in the proper places in the
tangle of straps, and pulled the sheer cups to his breasts.  He
reached behind his back and hooked the back strap without as much
difficulty as he thought he would have.  The shoulder straps had
little adjustment clasps, and he adjusted them slightly.  He felt
the cups, and decided that they fit him perfectly.

     He looked down at his chest.  His nipples and areolas were
plainly visible through the almost transparent fabric.  It looked
awfully sexy, even to him.  "Wearing tee-shirts was never like
this," he thought.  It might be fun wearing this thing.  Reluctant-
ly, he removed it, and put his other clothes back on.

     Joe took the bra and put it with his other purchases on the
counter.  He went over to Karen.

     "It fits great," he said, grinning widely.  "The darn thing's
almost seethrough too.  I kinda like it."

     "I just thought you might," Karen said knowingly.

     "Can you think of anything else I need from this department?"
Joe asked Karen.

     "Gee, I don't know what you might need, Joe.  I think you have
all you were really short of, but is one slip enough?" she asked.

     "Probably not.  If I start back to work again, I guess I'll be
wearing stuff like this almost every day," Joe said.  He was
beginning to look forward to wearing the things women seemed to
take for granted.

     "Yeah, it's hell, isn't it," Karen teased.  It was almost like
she understood what was going on in his head.

     They went back to where the slips were displayed.  Joe found a
full slip with a stretchy, fitted top bodice.  He liked it
immediately.  He located one in a silver/gray color, like the one
he borrowed from Linda.  The brand name was Olga.

     "I think I want this," he said.

     "Well, I think you should get it, then," Karen said, in a
similar tone.

     Joe took the slip to the counter, and took out his credit
card.  As the girl was ringing up his latest purchases, he asked
Karen, "I still need a purse or something to carry stuff in.  What
do you think I should get?"

     "Let's go look at what they have," Karen answered.  "You'll
need at least two types.  One for outfits like that suit, and at
least one, something simpler, to use for every day.  I have a
little clutch purse.  It's big enough for money, and ID.  It's
better than lugging a purse around all the time, too."

     The salesgirl, who could hear their conversation, looked at
both of them curiously, but said nothing.

     "I think I should get some shoes to go with the suit," Joe
went on.  "I'm getting to like shopping for clothes, but I think I
still don't like trying on shoes.  I can barely walk in even the
lowest heels."

     "I think a simple black pump would be right for the suit,"
Karen said.  "Maybe you should practice wearing them around home.
That's how I learned to walk in them."

     The salesgirl, completely confused by the unusual conversation
of these two older women, was getting her register entries messed
up as she listened.

     "Remind me to get a wristwatch, too," Joe continued.  He was
lost in his own thoughts, and did not notice the girl's increasing-
ly obvious interest in their conversation.  Karen did, though, and
she decided to spice up the conversation a bit.

     "Yeah, your wrist is probably a lot smaller now," she said,
watching the girl's reaction.

     Joe looked at Karen.  He was surprised at her last statement,
but understood when he saw the way the girl was looking at Karen.
He might as well play along.

     "The old one almost falls off my arm," he added, holding his
wrist.  Of course, it was true.  His large aviator's Seiko looked
strange, and far too large for his now feminine sized wrists and
hands.

     He signed the ticket, and thanked the confused girl, who
looked like she would have loved to ask what they were talking
about.  They left the lingerie section, and went to the jewelry
counter.  Joe wanted a new watch.  He needed one that would fit his
smaller wrist.  He looked at the ladies' styles, not really finding
one that he liked, until he found a ladies' diver's watch, made by
Citizen.  It was sort of like a miniature version of his aviator's
watch, with a sweep second hand, but small enough for his wrist.

     He bought the watch, and then they walked to the department
that had purses, wallets, and all types of handbags.  Karen helped
him pick out a couple of lower priced handbags, and also a better
one which matched his new suit.  He also selected, at her sugges-
tion, a little clutch that he could use when he did not want to
take a purse.  He knew he needed these things, but to him, they
were no substitute for a man's wallet, and pockets to carry it in.

     They then went to the shoe department, and Joe found a type
which Karen said was perfect for his new suit.  Joe tried them on,
and found the heels, which were lower than the other pairs he
bought the first day, were much easier to walk in.  He bought them
from a salesman who hardly took his eyes from him, the whole time.
Joe felt the blood rush to his face whenever the guy was around.
He was a good looking man, but to Joe, who to this time had never
had so much obvious male attention, there was not any mutual
attraction.  Joe tried to ignore the guy as he made small talk.  He
hoped the guy would not push the issue since he had no idea how he
should react.  They walked out of the store, and Karen could not
resist rubbing it in.

     "That guy wanted your bod," she teased.  "How do you like
being a sex object?"

     "I don't know," Joe answered.  "I guess I... I'm glad I don't
look like Dave, or Mike, but I sure am not ready to flirt with
men."

     "You're doing fine, Joe," Karen advised.  "You're doing just
fine."

     They started to leave the department store, when the
upside-down mannequin legs reminded Joe that he should get some
pantyhose to match the clothes he just bought.  He went over to
that section, and Karen followed.

     "I hate wearing these things," he said to her.  "It makes
taking a whiz an even bigger ordeal."

     "It is more difficult while wearing them," Karen agreed.  "Of
course, you could wear individual hose, if you like that better.
I have both, and they each have their own advantages.  With short
skirts, pantyhose is the only way to go.  You don't have any really
short skirts."

     "Let's see what they have," Joe decided.

     They looked at the various types, and colors, and Joe picked
out two pairs of stockings, the type that stay up by themselves,
with a light elastic around the top.  He certainly did not want to
wear a garter belt.

     They were leaving the store when Joe saw a rack containing
sunglasses.  He always wore sunglasses when he flew in the
daylight, but his smaller features made his old ones hang at the
end of his nose.  He went over to the rack, and started looking at
the smaller and women's types.  He found finally found some
reasonably good ones that fit his size, and still did not look too
feminine for his personal taste.  He bought them, and they left the
store.

     As they were driving back to Joe's, or Linda's house, Joe
decided to tell Karen about the way he felt as he watched the woman
changing, back in the store.

     "I don't understand it," he said.  "Ever since the change, I
obviously look different, but my feelings about women, about sex,
have been the same as always.  Sometimes, it's been uncomfortable,
almost embarrassing, for me.  I was just starting to get used to
the way it feels like I'm peeing my pants when I get excited, and
that's been pretty often, too.  It seemed like my underwear was
always wet.  Linda could cause it to happen.  Barb, my best friend
Jay's girl friend, she could cause it.  It was just like I was
still a guy, but worse, since I now I'm allowed in women's dressing
rooms, and all that.  Any guy would get worked up in that position,
and I did.  But a while ago, while I was trying on that slip, I
could see a woman changing clothes in the compartment across the
aisle.  I watched her try on underwear.  Nothing.  It didn't do a
thing for me.  No hardon, no wetness.  Nothing.  It was like I was
watching Jay change clothes.  What's happening to me?  Did you
notice the same thing after you had your operation?"

     "Gee Joe, I don't think you can compare my transition to yours
at all," Karen answered.  "For me, it took years.  I was on
hormones for almost two years before I had my reassignment surgery.
By then, I already had quite a bit of breast development, and I was
living as a woman full time.  I wasn't sexually active, and I guess
I wasn't ready to accept men yet.  I did like to be around women,
but I didn't really want sex with them.  I think the hormones
caused that.  After the surgery, I did wonder what sex with a guy
would be like, since now I had the right plumbing, but I didn't
really have a strong urge to try it.  Even now, after I've done it
a few times, I can take it or leave it.  I don't know if that's a
normal female reaction, or not, though.  I do feel different, at
different times during the month.  I have to take hormones every
month, for the rest of my life.  I don't have a period, like a
genetic female, like you probably will, but I do experience hormone
induced mood swings, and changes in desire, very much like I would
if I had all the female internal organs.  I just don't think my
experience is comparable to yours, though."

     "I guess I don't have a lot of choice, if I'm really female
now," Joe concluded, "but it sure feels strange when the old turn
on's suddenly don't work anymore."

     "Maybe you'll get new ones to compensate," Karen said,
grinning, and winking at him.

     "That's a scary thought, too," he returned.

     "If you're going to live as a woman, it would probably be for
the best, wouldn't it?" Karen asked logically.

     "Yeah, I guess that's true, but I'm not sure what would be
worse, not ever making love to a woman again, or having sex with a
guy," Joe answered.

     "Well, that depends on your point of view, doesn't it, and it
looks to me like yours has changed," Karen added.

     "Yeah, it has.  It sure has, at that," Joe said.

     "You're doing great, Joe Bates," Karen said.  "Just keep it
up.  You might find you actually like your new point of view."

     "Oh, I know," Joe said.  "I already like some of the things
about being a woman.  I actually enjoyed trying on clothes today.
I never thought I'd say that.  I guess that's part of the change
too.  I don't know.  Everything feels and looks so good.  I can't
describe it.  If I could change back and forth at will, this whole
experience would be fantastic."

     "Well, I think most women, and probably, most men, too, if
they could try it, would say that.  Anyone who's been on both sides
would say that neither side is definitely better.  They both have
some advantages," Karen agreed.

     "You seem to have thought that the female side was better,"
Joe said.

     "I always felt that I WAS female," Karen replied.  "Changing
my body to match my head, even if it couldn't be a perfect
changeover, was worth the misery, I guess.  Once you've done it,
you can't get back anyway.  Not that I would want to even if I
could."

     "I guess if I'm stuck like this, I'll manage, but if they find
a way to get me back, I'd take it in a minute," Joe said.

     They drove back to Linda's house.  Karen parked in the drive,
and helped Joe carry his bags and packages into the house.  Linda
was sitting at the table in the breakfast area.  "Well, you two
seem to have bought out the store," she said, as she saw them
enter.  "Joe, the hair looks great," she added when she saw the
hairpiece Karen loaned him.

     "I guess I have enough for the trip," he told Linda.  "Karen
loaned me this." He touched the long hair with his hand.

     She looked at him, and grinned.

     "I bought a suit sort of like the one you wore this morning,"
Joe said.

     "You liked it so much, you went out and bought one, huh?" she
said.  "Starting to like this girl stuff, are you?"

     "Well, I decided if I have to be one, I might as well be one
I'd like to look at," Joe teased back.

     "You have to try it on and show us," Linda insisted.

     "The suit is very nice, but you should see what Joe looks like
in this," Karen said, pulling the red sundress out of its bag.

     "Oooh, I like that," Linda said.  "I wonder if it will fit
me."

     "Oh, sure.  I get some new clothes, and already, my girlfriend
wants to borrow them," Joe kidded.

     "You've got to try them both on," Linda insisted again.  "Get
in there, and change."

     "Okay, okay, I will, if you insist," Joe said, trying to sound
like he did not want to, but he was anxious to try it all on again.
"What's happening to me?" he wondered again.

     He took the bag containing the suit and the silk top while
Linda and Karen took the rest of the packages into his room.  They
laid it all on his bed.  He stood there a little embarrassed while
they waited for him to try it all on.  "What the hell," he thought.
"They both know what I look like all over."  He pulled his top over
his head, and tossed it on the bed.  He sat on the edge of the bed,
and pulled off the Reeboks and the sweat socks.  He unfastened his
shorts, stood and stepped out of them.

     "Try the sundress first," Linda asked.  "I just love it."

     Joe looked at the little red dress.  He remembered that the
straps did not hide the straps of his bra, so he unsnapped the hook
between the cups, and took it off.  He dug into one of the bags
until he found the one with the crisscross straps.  He quickly put
it on, realizing that both of the women were watching him intently.
He looked at Karen, but she just looked back with her usual big
grin.  Linda's eyes were fixed on the almost transparent cups of
the new bra.  Self conscious, he pulled his panties up snug, and
grabbed the little red dress from the bed.  He put it over his
head, and Linda helped him fasten the buttons at the back.  He had
done that for her a few times, but she had never done it for him,
until now.  Then, Karen and Linda both stood back, and critically
eyed him.

     "Joe, you're gorgeous," Linda said.  "For somebody who still
feels like a guy, you sure look fantastic as a woman."

     "I'm doing my best with what I've got," Joe said.  Awkwardly,
he turned about, trying to act, the best he could, like a clothes
model, as he remembered them.  He was experiencing an unusual
combination of embarrassment and pride.

     "You look so different, with the different hair" Linda said.
"It really looks good."

     "Okay, try the suit on," Karen said.  "If I'm going to San
Diego with you tomorrow I've go to go home and get ready too."

     Joe reluctantly unbuttoned the red dress, and pulled it over
his head.  He really liked the way he looked in it.  He put it on
a hanger and hung it on the door hook.  He went to the bed and took
the silk top, and pulled it over his head.  As he awkwardly tied
the bow, he spoke.

     "It's almost worth it to go through all this just to be able
to wear this," he said, and rubbed his breasts with both hands,
through the silky fabric.

     "Control yourself, you dirty old man," Linda teased.  "We're
not here to watch you feel yourself up."

     Joe winked at her, and took the skirt from the bed, and
stepped into it.  As he did before, he spun it around, zipped it,
and buttoned the tab.  Then he spun it so that the zipper was in
the back.  Unlike the fullness of the bottom of the sundress, the
suit had a straight skirt that felt much different.  Although the
waist band was loose, the hips were more form fitting.  He turned
around once, so they could see what he looked like, and then put
the jacket on.  He pulled his hair out of the neck of the jacket,
and again turned around slowly.

     "Well, what do you think?" he asked to no one in particular.

     "You look great," Karen said.

     "Yeah, fantastic," Linda agreed.  "What else did you get?"

     "Oh, just some more underwear, slips and stuff like that," Joe
said.

     Linda went over to the bed and started looking into the rest
of the bags.  She pulled out the slip and the teddy, and held them
up.

     "You really took me up on my suggestion, didn't you?" Linda
asked.

     "I had to get something, and I know what I like when I see you
wear it, so why not?  Yeah, I guess I did," Joe answered.

     "You look just great," Linda said again.  "It would almost be
a shame if they can change you back." Joe wondered if she was
really teasing, or if she meant it.

     "Well, I've got to get going," Karen said.  "I have some
laundry to do before I go to bed.  I'll see you at the hanger at
six in the morning?"

     "Yeah, that's about it," Joe answered.  "I think we can make
Lindberg Field in about two, two plus thirty, depending on the
winds."

     "Ok, see you in the morning," Karen said.

     "Bye, and thanks a lot," Joe said.  He hated to see her leave.

     "Pleased to meet you, Karen.  Come by anytime," Linda called.

     "You'll be seeing more of me, I'm sure," she called back.

     When Karen left, Joe went back into his room.  He took off the
suit, and was standing in his underwear, trying to figure out what
things he should take along, when Linda came through the half open
door to his room.

     "Can I come in?" she asked.

     "Sure, you know you're always welcome," Joe replied.

     Linda came up behind him, and put her arms around him.  He
took one of her hands and kissed it.  She put her other hand on one
of his breasts, and pinched the nipple lightly, through the thin
fabric of the bra.  Feeling the slight pain, Joe spun around
quickly.  He took her in his arms, and kissed her on the lips.  It
was pleasant, she was so soft, and she smelled great, but it was
not the old zing that he always felt before, when he had Linda in
his arms.  He tried to show the same enthusiasm as always but it
was difficult.  He was beginning to think of Linda as a friend, as
a buddy, not as a lover.  No matter how sexy he thought she was,
she was not making his juices flow anymore.  What was happening?

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