The Day I Stopped Being a Man for Her

The first thing I did the next morning was stop by the office. I asked to meet with the head of Human Resources and told him, bluntly, that I had decided to change sex and that this could cause the company problems: with clients, with the rest of the staff and, above all, with the team I was in charge of.

He understood at once. Too quickly, perhaps. He offered to let me go in exchange for severance that seemed reasonable to me, with one condition: I had to sign a clause preventing me from being hired by the competition. We signed the termination of the contract and I walked out of there without looking back and without saying goodbye to anyone.

That afternoon we had an appointment with an endocrinologist specializing in sex changes.

When he received us, I explained what I wanted. He listened calmly and confirmed that, on his end, there was no obstacle to starting hormone treatment. But first we had to see a psychiatrist who would sign a report giving his approval for the transformation.

That same afternoon we went to the psychiatrist he recommended. We spent more than an hour talking with him. Of course, we didn’t tell him that this had sprung from Carla’s desire, but rather that it was something I had been obsessed with for years, that I felt like a woman inside, and that living in a man’s body was driving me into deep depressions.

We went back to the endocrinologist with the report in hand and he gave us the green light to begin. He ordered blood and urine tests to decide which treatment was best for me. We agreed to come by the office a couple of days later.

On the way home, we were both happy. Carla’s wishes, and therefore mine, were beginning to become real.

***

After dinner, we had a drink in the living room and went to bed. That night was different. The two of us naked, her aroused from the very first touch and me... what can I tell you.

I went for her breasts as if it were the first time I’d ever tasted them. I nibbled her nipples until they were hard, let my hands travel down her belly, her hips, until I found her sex, and I started stroking her clit while the wetness grew between my fingers.

Her moans filled the room and her hands clutched the sheets. I lowered my mouth to her sex and ran my tongue over every fold. Carla was about to come and I was dying to taste her. She grabbed my head, pressed me against her, and her spasms filled my mouth with her flavor.

As soon as she recovered a little, it was her turn to get to work. She gave me the best blowjob of my life: she licked the head of my cock slowly and then took it all the way down. Delicious.

—I’m not going to last much longer —I told her—. I’m dying to come.

Then she took my cock out of her mouth, spread her legs, sat on top of me and took it in with one smooth motion. She rode me hard while I twisted her nipples.

—Let’s enjoy this fuck —she murmured—, because it’s going to be the last time you fuck me.

Those words were a sentence. It would be my last fuck as a man. And I was determined to make the most of it to the very end.

—It’ll be the last —I answered—, but I swear I’m going to leave that pussy wrecked.

I held on as long as I could. I wrung two more orgasms out of Carla, until she had to ask me, her face contorted, to come already, that she couldn’t take any more. With one last thrust I emptied myself inside her.

We were left defeated, side by side, with no strength even to talk. When we caught our breath, we put on our little panties and fell asleep.

***

The next morning, after breakfast, we went shopping. More lingerie for me, some loose summer dresses, skirts, blouses. Everything a man needs to start becoming a woman.

Then we went to a beautician Carla knew so they could give me a full wax: armpits, arms, chest, legs, pubic area, everything. They also shaped my eyebrows and curled my eyelashes. They took care of my hands and feet and painted my nails.

From there we went to the hair salon, where they gave me a feminine haircut, though there wasn’t much they could do with hair that was so short.

When we were done, we went home, ate something from the fridge, and sat on the sofa to rest a while in front of the TV.

When I’d gathered a little strength, Carla said to me:

—Come into the bathroom, I’m going to do your makeup. Pay close attention, because later on you’ll have to do it yourself.

It took her a good while, but from the look on her face she seemed very satisfied. When she finished, she turned me toward the mirror.

—Look at yourself.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The image the mirror gave me was not mine: it was a woman who, though not a beauty, was more than attractive.

—It’s incredible, Carla. I can’t believe it.

—Believe it. That woman is you. And by the way, we need to choose you a name. You can’t be Daniel anymore.

I thought for a moment.

—What do you think of Diana?

—I like it. It has your same initial, good idea. From now on your name is Diana.

***

The days passed with an excitement that intoxicated me. I practiced walking in heels, first low ones and, as I got better at it, higher and higher. Our life changed little by little. Love was still there, intact, but the way we looked at each other was different: like sisters, like very close friends.

The sex was different too, and yet still deeply satisfying. The hormones were doing their work perfectly. I could feel my hips and ass widening. My chest hurt some days and my breasts started to grow.

I barely went out of the house. Carla took care of everything when she came back from work, and I handled the housework and trained myself as a woman.

At night, Carla put on a double harness she had bought. She fucked my ass with one of the dildos while the other penetrated her. We had brutal orgasms.

—I’m going to push it all the way in, Diana —she told me—. Feel how I open you up.

—Give it all to me, my love —I begged her.

Every night she fucked me and every night I came. I stopped getting erections; my sex no longer responded and it seemed smaller all the time. I didn’t care. I felt pleasure deep inside, every time Carla penetrated me, and even if I didn’t react as before, I still ended up soaking my little panties.

***

The day came when Carla told me it was time to go out into the street. Nerves took hold of me, but I convinced myself that at some point it had to be the first time.

I did my own makeup, put on a green floral dress and a brown wig we had bought, because although my hair had grown a lot, it still wasn’t enough.

We went for a walk, the two of us holding hands. Right away I got used to the air on my face and the breeze that moved up my legs under the dress. I began to feel more confident. People looked at me completely normally. I didn’t feel out of place. I was comfortable being Diana.

Once home, we talked about how I had felt and whether I’d dare to do something a little more daring. I wanted to, so we decided to do it again the next day.

Carla called work to say she wouldn’t be in, that she had paperwork to sort out.

That paperwork was my change of identity. We went to the Civil Registry with the psychiatrist’s and specialist’s reports, and presented them to the clerk. We left with a document certifying that my name was Diana, with my same surnames. I would need it to process my new ID card.

We went out to lunch at a good restaurant to celebrate. We ate wonderfully and each had a coffee. Afterwards we went home for a siesta, with the corresponding romp. We decided that night we’d go out for a drink.

***

We dressed in two long but daring dresses, made up beautifully, our lips painted with lipstick.

—Carla, you look gorgeous. Very sexy.

—You look beautiful too, Diana. If I’m not careful, you’re going to steal my hookups from me —she said, and we both laughed like idiots.

We took a taxi and went to the nightlife district. The places were packed. At last we found one that was fairly calm. We stayed at the bar with a drink each, commenting on the atmosphere, looking at the men and whispering to each other: “that one’s not bad,” “that one looks interesting.”

A guy with a loutish face came up to us to strike up a conversation. He didn’t just look like a lout, he was one. Carla got rid of him in a second. Others came over, but none of them appealed to us, so we stayed at the bar until we finished our second drink.

We decided to leave. For our first night out together, that was enough.

On the way out, an older gentleman, very well dressed, opened the door for us.

—It’s a shame two such beautiful women are leaving so soon.

Carla looked at him and answered with a smile:

—We hadn’t seen anything interesting until you opened the door for us.

—In that case, I’d be delighted to invite you both for a drink in a more intimate place.

—What place? —she asked.

—My house. Would you like to? It’s right next door.

—It’s sure to be more interesting than this place. Diana, do you want to?

—I don’t know... —I hesitated—. All right. One drink and then we’re going home.

—Deal. My name is Gabriel. You’re Diana; I still need your name.

—Carla.

—Perfect, now the three of us know each other. Are you friends? Sisters?

—We’re more than sisters —Carla said.

***

We walked to Gabriel’s house. It was a large apartment, with high ceilings and designer furniture.

—Make yourselves at home. What would you like to drink?

—The same for both of us —Carla replied—. Whisky with cola. If you have diet, even better, you know, to watch the waistline.

Gabriel burst out laughing.

—What waistline do you need to watch? You both look amazing. Get comfortable, I’ll bring the drinks right away.

Carla asked me to calm down, that I looked very nervous.

—I’m sure we’ll have a good time, Diana. Gabriel is nice and very handsome. Just go with the flow.

—I don’t know how this is going to end, Carla.

—Well, I’m sure it’ll end very well.

Gabriel came back with the drinks and conversation flowed among the three of us. After a while he put music on and I started to relax.

—Carla, do you want to dance?

—Yes, Gabriel, let’s dance.

I watched them from the sofa. They made a beautiful couple and I looked at them with something close to envy. They were getting closer and closer, and before long they were kissing. Their mouths only parted to let their tongues in. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies and I got hotter by the second.

They broke apart to take a sip. Carla sat down and Gabriel turned to me.

—Want to dance with me now?

—Don’t ask me if you don’t mean it.

—I do mean it. I say it because I really want to dance with you.

He took my hand and led me to the center of the living room. As soon as I stopped, he put his hands on my waist and drew me to him.

—Both of you are beautiful women, very feminine. You too, Diana. I don’t care at all what you were before, and I like you as much as Carla, maybe more.

—Has Carla told you anything about me?

—No need. I’m a good observer. Just relax and enjoy the night.

—That’s what she told me too.

After a brief silence, Gabriel held me tighter and kissed me. And did he kiss. His tongue sought mine and caressed it slowly. I could feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers. A moan escaped my throat.

We sat down to finish our drinks. Gabriel took both our hands and kissed each of us on the mouth.

—How about we move to my bedroom? My bed is big enough for the three of us and we’ll be more comfortable.

Neither of us needed to answer. We got up at the same time and, holding his hand, he led us down a hallway to an enormous bedroom with a huge bed.

***

Gabriel started undressing Carla until she had nothing left on. He kissed her, laid her on the bed, and came over to me to repeat the ritual. We were both naked, watching as he took off his clothes. We both opened our mouths when we saw what appeared before us.

He settled himself between the two of us, slipped an arm under our necks and said:

—You’re a dream come true. Show me what you know how to do.

We threw ourselves at him. We shared his mouth, his chest, alternating our caresses while he hardened. Carla started sucking him while I licked his nipples. I went down to his pubis, playing with what she couldn’t quite take into her mouth.

Gabriel asked Carla to climb on top. With a huge smile, she sat on him and started riding him.

—Diana, come here, I want to eat you out —he said.

I didn’t refuse. On the contrary: I opened wide and sat on his face. His tongue stroked me and I was undone with pleasure.

Carla rode him harder and harder, her moans growing, until she was not long in coming.

—Oh, I’m coming so hard! —she cried.

—Carla, move aside, now it’s Diana’s turn.

My eyes were nearly popping out of my head. I was going to taste my first real man.

Carla stood up and I took her place.

—Carla, help me get it in —Gabriel asked.

She filled her hand with saliva, prepared me slowly, and then guided Gabriel toward me. He began to push. I felt him go in little by little while Carla directed him. Pain mingled with pleasure and, suddenly, he was all the way inside me. From that moment on he kept fucking me, and I kept moaning.

—Do you like it? —Carla asked me.

—A lot —I answered—. Now I understand perfectly what it means to be a woman.

It was our first experience together. It would not be the last.