Message-ID: <821eli$9705161330@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: cyan@anon.nymserver.com Subject: Repost TG: Life With Brian 3/3 Moderator's note ------ Reposted because first post was truncated. end note ------ 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. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /