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Subject: Repost TG:  Life With Brian 3/3

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Hi.  

This is the first story I've ever written.  Let me know if you like =
it, or if you think it needs more work.

Thanks

Becky


Life with Brian Part Three
by Rebecca A.


***

It was getting dark by the time we got up from the bed.  Brian kissed =
my neck and told me it was time to go have a shower, so I stood up =
and turned away from him, worried that my body would look odd from =
the front, and scurried into the bathroom.  I felt his seed running =
down my leg as I walked.  I took a very long time in the shower as I =
washed my hair.  When I came out I wrapped a towel around my body, =
including my breasts, and smiled shyly at him.  He stood up and came =
over to kiss me.  

"Let=B9s go out,"  he said.  "Somewhere nice.  Why don=B9t you get =
dressed up?"

I was about to respond that I had no clothes that would be 'dressed =
up' when it hit me that Brian was thinking of me as a woman, and =
suggesting that we go out together as a couple.  I blushed again.  He =
released me from the embrace and patted me on my butt.  Then he went =
off to have a shower, and I dried my hair.  I hardly ever used a =
dryer on it, which meant it was in good condition for long hair.  =
After I finished it had a lot more body to it, and it shone.  By that =
time Brian was out of the shower again and had dressed and was in the =
living room watching television and waiting for me.  All my stuff was =
in the living room, but I realised I didn't need my stuff, I needed =
some of the things that Ashleigh had left behind.  I rifled through =
her drawers and found a very sexy pair of panties I hadn=B9t seen =
before.  I looked through the few bras that were there, too, but all =
of them were a little small for me.  Ashleigh had been an A-cup, and =
I was easily approaching a C.  It was probably better to do without =
one.  I took a long black sleeveless linen dress from the closet and =
put it on.  It had a low back with straps that crossed below my =
shoulder blades, and it gathered my breasts together a little and =
accentuated my cleavage.  I had tried it on before, of course, though =
I think my breasts had become a little larger since then.  

I was glad I'd practiced with makeup before.  Even so I was a little =
nervous, and I had to reapply my eyeliner because I was shaking.  I =
kept thinking of the way Brian had made me feel when we were in bed.  =
Eventually I got the makeup right.  I looked at myself in the mirror, =
and then reached for one of the barrettes in the box of Ashleigh's =
stuff and pinned my hair up on my left side.  It showed off my neck =
and breasts better.

The only shoes I could find were a pair of strappy black sandals with =
a chunky 2" heel.  I didn=B9t have any trouble walking in them but =
they were a little tight on my feet and I hoped I wouldn=B9t have too =
stand up too much in them.

Finally I was ready.  I took a deep breath and went into the living =
room to see Brian.  He smiled broadly when he saw me, and then he =
stood and took both my hands in his.  "Chris, you look absolutely =
beautiful", he said, looking me deep in the eyes.  I knew he meant =
it, and I relaxed and smiled back.

We went downstairs to the car.  I discovered I had to be careful on =
the stairs in heels.  In deference to my hair Brian left the top up =
although it was a balmy night.

Brian took me to a wonderful little restaurant that was dark and =
intimate, and we were given a very private table over in a corner, =
with just a candle lighting it.  At first I was very nervous that =
people in the restaurant would realise I wasn't exactly a woman, and =
I was shaking a little as we were led to our table.  I couldn't =
remember when the last time was that I'd eaten out.  The waiter =
pulled my chair out for me so I could sit down, and I remembered to =
smooth my dress under me so it didn't crease too badly.  

At first I was afraid to talk over dinner.  I thought my voice would =
give me away.  I didn't have a very deep voice at all, but I knew I =
would sound like a guy when I spoke.  So I let Brian do the ordering, =
and mostly that night I just listened to Brian talk, and asked him =
the occasional question to keep him going.  He never had any trouble =
talking, and that evening he was especially witty and entertaining.  =
I found myself laughing and smiling and overcoming my nervousness =
easily.  As we left the restaurant I took his arm.  He seemed to like =
it, and that made me feel good.

When we got back to the apartment he undressed me slowly, murmuring =
his approval of my body before he once again laid me on the bed and =
made love to me.  This time I wasn't as scared when he came into me, =
and he lasted for longer.  Afterward we lay together facing one =
another, both very happy.

He asked me how I felt about the events of the day, and about looking =
the way I did.  I told him I felt better then than I ever had before =
in my life.  I also said that I was surprised by my reaction to all =
the changes in my body.  I should have been afraid of everything that =
had happened to me, but instead I seemed to accept the changes quite =
happily.  Maybe I had been meant to be a girl all along.

"I've thought that about you for years,"  said Brian.  "You've always =
fascinated me that way."  Then he told me he'd like it if I kept on =
being a girl, his girl.  I realised there wasn't anything else I =
wanted as much.  I ran my hands through the thick mat of blond hair =
on his chest and he told me he loved me, that he'd always loved me.  =
We made love again and then finally went to sleep.

***

Next morning he woke me with a kiss.  I saw that it was much later =
than I usually woke, and that we had both slept through our jogging =
time.  So I hugged him and then jumped up from the bed and pulled on =
my panties.  I borrowed one of his giant t-shirts, and trudged off to =
the bathroom and then to the kitchen to make breakfast for him.  We =
each took our vitamins with orange juice, and this morning I decided =
to squeeze it, fresh, from the bag of oranges I had bought a couple =
of days earlier. 

As I finished squeezing the juice Brian came into the kitchen, =
showered and dressed for college.  He patted me on the butt again as =
I poured his juice, and stroked his fingers up my thigh as he was =
sitting down.  I purred.  Then he handed me a credit card, and gave =
me instructions to use it sparingly but to buy myself some new =
clothes that day.  I was gonna protest but he would have none of it.  =
As he said, I needed some new clothes anyway.  He pulled me into his =
lap and told me that if I was going to be Christina instead of =
Christopher I was going to have to pay more attention to the things =
he said.  I pulled a face at that and told him that he'd have to look =
up feminism in the college library, and we both laughed.  

After I kissed him goodbye at the front door I did the breakfast =
dishes and decided to take him at his word.  I called Barbara up and =
asked her if she was busy, and if she'd mind coming  shopping with me =
for some stuff I needed.  I didn't tell her what had happened between =
Brian and I, or the kinds of things I needed help shopping for, but =
she seemed very pleased to get out of the house and said she'd be =
over to pick me up in an hour or so.

I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt (only this time one of Ashleigh's), =
then brushed my hair carefully and pinned it back from my face but =
without tying it up.  I put on just a trace of mascara and some =
lipstick.  Then I spent the rest of the hour watching bad morning =
television and talking into Brian=B9s tape recorder, trying to =
imitate the way the women on TV talked.  I found if I talked softly =
and pronounced words more carefully I sounded much better.  I knew =
I'd need a lot of practice, but I felt more confident.  

The buzzer for the door downstairs sounded and I pushed the button to =
let Barbara come up.  As I opened the door to let her in her face =
registered only mild surprise at the way I looked, though she did a =
double take when she saw my breasts puching though the t-shirt.  =
"Well, hello," she said, smiling.  "Haven't you come out of your =
shell today."

I blushed and said hello, trying my best to keep my voice sounding =
acceptable.  I asked her whether she wanted coffee, and she sat at =
the kitchen table while I made it.  

"I wondered when you'd get around to telling everyone," she said.  I =
looked at her questioningly.  She told me that she'd known for ages =
that something was going on.  She'd noticed in yoga classes that my =
body had been changing dramatically.  I protested that I had been =
careful to bind my breasts when I was doing yoga, but she told me it =
was my hips and butt more than anything else that had given the game =
away.  I shrugged.  Whatever.  At least she was still my friend.  She =
asked me if I wanted to be called anything different, and I said =
Brian had called me Christina so I guessed Chris was still okay.  She =
raised her eyebrows at that.  "How does Brian feel about all this?"  

I blushed all the way down to my toes.  Barbara had never met Brian, =
but I'd told her all about him and our friendship over the years.  I =
think she guessed from the way I skittered nervously around the =
kitchen that he and I had been more than friends since he found out.  =
I told Barbara that he had discovered my secret by accident when he =
came home early the previous day.

We finished our coffee and drove down to the mall.  The first thing =
we did was head to the lingerie department.  I had to try on a few =
bras before I worked out which ones fit best.  I was right, I was a =
C-cup.  I bought a few cheap pairs of panties, too.  Then we went to =
the cosmetics section of one of the anchor stores and got a makeover =
from a woman at one of the counters.  I only bought some blusher and =
a powder compact, but she taught me some tricks I didn't know.  The =
three of us actually had a pretty good time as the consultant showed =
me how to apply stuff.  I tried to keep my voice soft and a little =
higher, and she seemed not to think there was anything unusual about =
me.  Barbara distracted her from time to time when she thought I was =
taking too much.  

Then I bought a new pair of women's sneakers to replace the rather =
awful pair I had on.  Barbara told the salesman to throw the old ones =
in the bin, and demanded that I also buy a pair of high-heeled pumps. =
 I told her I was trying not to spend too much because it was Brian's =
credit card, and she raised her eyebrows at that, too.  But I gave in =
and bought them.

Walking back through the mall Barbara diverted me to a small boutique =
and ruffled through the racks before pulling out a short red silk =
dress.  She told me to go try it on.  I hesitated, since I certainly =
wasn=B9t going to spend that much of Brian=B9s money, but she bundled =
me into the fitting room.  When I came out she and the saleswoman =
exchanged glances and Barbara said immediately "We'll take it."  I =
protested, and she told me she was buying it for me as a gift and =
that I should shutup and be thankful.  I dutifully thanked her and =
insisted we leave the mall before I could do more damage to anyone's =
bank balance.

But instead of leaving we went and had lunch at a cafe downstairs in =
the mall.  Feeling  guilty, I paid for lunch for both of us out of my =
own money.  Then Barbara led me over to a hair salon, and asked if =
they could squeeze in an appointment that afternoon.  I took her =
aside and said that I liked my hair long and didn't need it cut, but =
she insisted that it would look better if the ends were trimmed and =
that Brian would appreciate it.  So in I went.  Barbara said she had =
some shopping she wanted to do by herself, and scurried off.

At the urging of the stylist I agreed to have a couple of inches =
taken off my hair, so that it would be healthier and more manageable. =
 I was reluctant, but she pointed out that it was almost down to my =
butt and that it would probably be better to cut it even if only for =
the sake of my spine.  So I agreed.  A few hours later I emerged with =
my hair trimmed and styled and softly curled and subtly lightened =
from its usual mousy blonde to a lighter more feminine shade.  =
Barbara, laden down with shopping, smiled and told me I looked =
beautiful and that I was going to make an enormous impression on =
Brian that night.

We drove home late in the afternoon.  I invited Barbara up again to =
chat while I began to prepare dinner.  Then she gave me two small =
shopping bags, and told me I couldn't look inside until after she'd =
gone but that they contained other presents I would need.  I tried to =
be angry at her for spending so much on me, but she told me it was =
her way of making up for John underpaying me so badly.  That was when =
I remembered I had to work the next day, and that John would need to =
know.  Barbara said not to worry, he had already figured most of it =
out and he'd decided he liked me much better as a girl than as a boy. =
 She said it had been a good thing for him to have to deal with how =
strange and androgynous I had been some days at work, because he had =
been very narrow minded until he discovered he had a soft-spot for me.

So that was one hurdle out of the way.

We were nattered on about nothing in particular for a while, and then =
Barbara said to me "How did you bring about this amazing change?  Is =
it a local doctor?"  I looked at her blankly, and explained that the =
changes in my body had just kind of happened, and that when I=B9d =
been to a doctor she=B9d said it was probably just a hormonal =
imbalance.  "Some imbalance,"  said Barbara cynically.  "You haven't =
been taking pills?"

I told Barbara I had an aversion to drugs of almost any kind except =
wine, and that the only things like that to pass my lips were the =
vitamins that Brian and I took every morning.  Since we both took =
them - and Brian hadn=B9t changed - that couldn't be the cause.  =
Curious, Barbara asked to see them.  I took down the bottles from the =
top of the refrigerator, and she studied them carefully.  She paid =
particular attention to the ones for calcium and vitamin E, then =
finally she said softly to me "Honey, I don=B9t know what they are, =
but these sure ain=B9t vitamins."  She showed me the little drug =
company logos on the tablets, and then held up the vitamin C, which =
had no markings.  "This is a vitamin tablet."

I had to sit down.  How?  And why wasn't Brian changed by them?  =
Finally I realised how dumb I was.  Brian was taking them, but he =
clearly wasn't swallowing them, or he was just pretending to swallow =
them.  

I looked at Barbara, who shrugged.  "Why?" I said softly, and she put =
her hand on mine.  

Then everything became clear.  Brian had done this to me.  I felt =
strange.  Did this mean I couldn't trust him?  Barbara asked me how I =
felt about the changes, and I told her I felt good, I felt great.  =
She said that in that case I had nothing to worry about, and I should =
be grateful to Brian for giving me what made me happy.  She seemed =
kind of unconvinced, though.  I thought of what Brian had said the =
previous night, "I've thought that way about you for years."

Barbara told me she had to leave and get dinner started for John, but =
that she would stop by at work next day to see how I was.  She hugged =
me and wished me luck, and told me she thought I made a beautiful =
woman and she was jealous of how pretty I was.  By the time she left =
I was feeling a little better.  I unwrapped the shopping and put on =
the beautiful red dress.  I felt better.  Then I unwrapped the two =
other presents Barbara had bought for me.  The first was a copy of =
'Everywoman', which made me smile.  The second was a very sexy blue =
nightgown.

Brian came home at his usual time.  As he came through the door I =
wasn=B9t sure what to do.  He smiled one of his gorgeous smiles and =
told me how wonderful my hair looked, then swept me up in his arms =
and kissed me.  I must have been a little cold, because he pulled =
back from me after a moment and asked me what was wrong.  I looked =
across at the table, and he followed my gaze and noticed the =
'vitamins' spread out there.  He looked back at me and I caught a =
flash of guilt.  Barbara was right.  

He reached out for me and held my hands in his.  Looking deep into my =
eyes he said "Christina, I love you, I=B9ve always loved you.  I love =
you more now than ever before.  And you are truly beautiful.  I =
didn=B9t know how to tell you before, although I meant to several =
times.  But I knew you would like this.  I knew this was right for =
you."

We talked.  Brian had gotten the pills from a nurse he knew.  From =
what I could understand he had to pay quite a lot for them.  But he =
knew what he was doing medically.  At first he had just given me =
antiandrogens, which were the things that had made me weak and tired =
and caused me to lose a lot of my muscles.  It wasn't until later =
that he=B9d begun substituting estrogens and progesterones for the =
other vitamins, and my breasts and hips had started growing so much.  =
He told me he just couldn=B9t bear to watch me trying to be a guy, =
since inside he could see a beautiful woman.

Brian said a lot of other stuff, mostly about how he wanted nothing =
more than to make me happy and to be with me.  I learned that =
Ashleigh had written to him ages ago to say that she had fallen in =
love with a Dutch guy while hiking and that she was moving somewhere =
in Asia with him and wasn=B9t coming back.  Brian had been very hurt =
by that, but that it was the thing that cleared his mind and allowed =
him to see that the reason he hadn't been happy with her or other =
girls was because he really wanted to be happy with me.

I have to admit that all his talking began to overwhelm me.  I was =
trying to be stoney faced and angry with him, but he gradually wore =
me down.  Eventually he even got me to smile a bit.  He knew then =
that I had forgiven him, even if it might take a while for me to tell =
him so.  

He knelt on the floor beside my chair and produced something from his =
pocket.  I hesitantly took the small box, knowing what would be =
inside (I might be dumb, but I'm not completely idiotic!).  It was a =
small ruby and diamond engagement ring.  I looked at him and he =
returned my gaze.  I was speechless for a few moments.  I wanted to =
slip the ring onto my finger, but I knew this was all too good to be =
true.

"Brian, I can't.  I'm not really a woman."

"Yet,"  he said seriously.  "But you can think about that, can't you? =
 It can be a long engagement if you want."

And with that he helped guide the ring onto my finger, then scooped =
me up and took me to the bedroom.

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