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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by 
such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file.  
Otherwise ....enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors

A Matter of Design.

by Nessus
(Part 7)

The alarm signalled a new day and, this time, I didn't start with screaming. 
Instead, I stretched, looked down at myself in the pale blue teddy with my 
uncontrolled breasts and I smiled wryly.
Jumping out of bed, my first thought was- what to wear?
Now, that brought me up quickly. Where did that come from, I asked myself?  
And, more importantly, what do I wear?
Quickly, I pulled the wardrobe door open and saw extra clothes had been 
added to the white dress I had hung the night before. Someone, Barbara 
probably, had come in during the night without disturbing me. Boy, I 
thought, I must have really been tired.
Excitedly, I pulled out a maroon colored full blouse and black stretch 
pants. Thankfully, someone had left black strappy sandals as well. The 
drawers revealed new underwear, black this time, so I headed for the 
bathroom.
I must admit it takes a lot longer for a woman but it's not so bad. In fact 
I quite enjoyed the time on my own, reflecting on the day before and 
thinking about what was to come. To be sure, I made a few personal decisions 
during that time.
The black underwear look deadly on me, full lace bra and high cut panties. 
Killer gear. Again., I thought of Paul seeing me like this and I had the 
sudden realisation that, perhaps, I was really imagining what I looked like 
to any male!
I felt sick and sat down at the dressing table, automatically removing the 
shower cap and brushing my hair. There is no way I'm homosexual! Pushing the 
thought out of my mind, I fixed my hair, my face and slipped the blouse and 
pants on.
The shoes were a slightly higher heel but they weren't uncomfortable.
The mirror showed a woman, about twenty something, blonde and beautiful. As 
I looked at the reflection, realised I was looking at myself differently, 
not as a man but as a woman with a critical eye, checking my appearance. 
Life is strange and the life I had before seems nothing but a dim memory. I 
took a deep breath and walked to the windows, pulling the curtains wide open 
to stare down at the rolling blue sea. I could kill myself, I thought. Would 
that make it all right? Would that even things up?
I sagged against the window frame and watched the rolling waves. So deep in 
thought, that I didn't hear the door open.
"You still with us?" Barbara's voice entered my  thoughts and I turned to 
face her. She was in a cream linen suit that highlighted her dark colouring 
beautifully. No doubt about it, she was a striking woman.
"Yes," I said with a fragile smile. "Still here." I added brightly, tears 
forming.
"Honey," Barbara said moving close. "You're such a brave thing."
"No, I'm not," I said blinking the tears away.
"Oh yes you are," she said softly, holding me close, her perfume enveloping 
me in security. I sobbed brokenly into her shoulder. "It's all right, " she 
soothed. "It's okay, Lucy dear."
Finally, I had the inner strength to pull away and I smiled at her through 
my last tears. "You're so kind to me, Barbara," I said. "Thank you."
Barbara wiped her own eyes. "You're easy to be kind to. I admire you, no, 
respect you for the kind of guts you've got." The last comment sounded 
strange, almost false.
"Oh," I said softly, "That's nice."
"No, wait a minute. I'm sorry. That sounded weird, even to me. I guess I was 
  trying to talk male and it doesn't work."
"Barbara, "I said, "talk to me. Just me."
Barbara held me by the shoulders and stared directly into my eyes. "I've 
never met a braver person or even read about a braver person. You are moving 
into uncharted areas and doing it in style, girl!"
"Don't," I laughed shyly. "You'll give me an enormous head."
"Oh, with your looks you need a bigger head! Fix your face, Lucy and let's 
tantalise those guys in the cafeteria again."
"Don't I get a vitamin?"
Barbara turned slowly. "No more vitamins, Lucy."
"But they made me feel better."
"I know." She rested her hand on my arm. "Lucy, those vitamins were 
tranquillisers. They were prescribed to help you cope in the initial stages 
but a prolonged dose is dangerous. " Barbara searched my eyes. "I can give 
you a sedative if you have trouble sleeping, okay?"
I nodded and fixed my face in the mirror. She was right. I have to be able 
to handle this on my own without chemical help.
"Splendid," I said to my reflection, placing the lipstick on the table and 
spun around to see Barbara with a strange look on her face.
"Lucy," she said slowly. "Promise you won't get mad at me."
"Of course," I said without hesitation.
"But, Bob was right, you sound more and more British every time you talk."
"Oh really?" I said.
"Yes, oh really," she said, mocking an upper class English accent and, both 
laughing, we went to breakfast.



(Part 8)

Breakfast was uneventful, we just talked and ate and talked. Bob was on duty 
and we chatted while we loaded our trays. I couldn't see Don or Cheryl 
around.
After breakfast, we walked to Barbara's office and I had a quick look at the 
certificates that lined her wall. The range of qualifications were very 
impressive and, I realised, far beyond my capabilities.
Barbara unlocked her office. "Don't pay attention to those," she said. "Come 
in, I've a surprise for you." Three large cardboard boxes were on the floor 
in one corner. "There," she said, pointing at the boxes. "They were 
delivered yesterday."
I noticed courier stickers on them and the GRL logo. "What are they?"
"Clothes," Barbara said smugly. "New clothes. All for you."
"For me?"
"Doctor Winston had been planning this for sometime and she had a whole 
wardrobe selected and stored for her new body. Unfortunately, things didn't 
work out."
"No," I said quietly. "They didn't."
Barbara studied me for a moment. "You okay?"
"Of course," I said with false brightness. "This is exciting. Just like 
Christmas."
"More like your birthday," she said pointedly.
She was right. "Yes," I agreed. "I guess it is. It really is." Barbara 
smiled and hugged me briefly. "Okay," I said. "Do I get to open them now?"
Barbara shook her head. "I'll have them taken around to your room. Why don't 
you go back to your room and freshen up?"
"Good idea, What's on the agenda today?"
"First up, another surprise. I arranged for a beauty consultant to spend an 
hour with you discussing cosmetics, make up and other things. After she's 
finished, my hairdresser, Vince is coming in to discuss hairstyles and hair 
care." She saw the look of fear on my face. "Don't worry, Lucy they do not 
know your history."
"Vince? Barbara, I don't think I'm ready to spend time alone with a man. Not 
yet." Strange that I didn't say 'another' man.
Barbara laughed. "Don't worry about Vince. He spends all day with women. 
He's, well, you'll see. By the way, Helen, the beauty consultant has 
instructions to supply you with everything you need. All charged to GRL."
"Why are they doing that?"
"I guess they feel a little responsible."
"Responsible?"
"For the, ah, situation."
"Is that what they call it! The situation? How nice!"
Barbara winced at my tone. "Lucy," she said patiently, " This is difficult 
for all of us......."
"I'm sure it is." I interrupted coldly. For some reason, I was getting a 
little tense, even angry.
"You know it is. We're trying to help you."
"And what happens after all this female stuff this morning?" I said bluntly.
"More education and talking."
"Not more biology," I complained. "Barbara, I am an adult. I think I know 
enough now."
"Is that a fact," she said. "Tell me, when are you fertile? What's a yeast 
infection? How do you treat it?"
"Okay, okay," I accepted there was a lot more for me to learn.  "What are we 
talking about, then?"
"Don't you know," she teased, "females like to talk."
"I see, " I said icily. "Have you forgotten I'm male?"
Barbara held my arm. "Don't get angry. I know how difficult this is..."
"Do you?" I snapped. "I don't think you do."  I saw the hurt look in her 
eyes and immediately felt bad. "Oh Barbara, I'm sorry," said. "I just seem 
to be on an emotional roller coaster today. You're right. It's a good idea 
to talk it through more."
"Only if you want to." Barbara studied me for a moment. "Lucy, how do you 
feel?"
"Terrible. I'm sorry I snapped at you that way."
"No, I mean physically. Breasts a little tender? Feeling a little bloated?"
"Yes," I admitted. "A little. I've had a few pains in my stomach too. 
Breakfast just hasn't agreed with me."
Barbara smiled. "Girl, I think your period is coming."  She laughed when she 
saw the look on my face. "It's not that bad. Try not to take you PMT out on 
Helen and Vince. Okay? Helen is first and she'll be waiting for you in Room 
32, just down the hall in 30 minutes. All right?"
I nodded, opened the door and, on some impulse, kissed Barbara goodbye on 
the cheek. I gasped when I had done it but Barbara patted my arm. "Why 
Lucy," she said warmly. "So nice and so very female." She kissed me goodbye 
and I quickly walked back to my room to freshen up.
A short while later I walked down the hall towards Room 32. I was getting 
used to the new movements of my body, the bouncing and jiggling, and I 
suddenly realised that I was walking comfortably in the higher heels. Not 
that you could call these types of shoes comfortable, I thought.
A male staff member was pushing an old woman in a wheelchair. As we passed, 
the woman smiled at me and I smiled back while the young man looked me up 
and down and up again. Moving down the hall, I could sense he had turned his 
head to study my bottom in the tight black pants. I resisted the urge to 
wiggle to tease him, stopped outside Room 32 and knocked.
The morning sped by.
Helen was nice and very helpful. She discussed the many ways I could do my 
face and she also offered to pierce my eras and insert studs. After a 
moments hesitation, I agreed. I walked away with a comprehensive assortment 
of cosmetics, perfumes and other accessories and some great ideas for my 
face. Strangely, I couldn't wait to try them out.
Vince was great. Obviously gay, he was kind and very creative. I found it 
quite soothing to sit in the chair, to idly gossip and to be pampered. 
Again, I came away with new skills, new ideas and lots of supplies as well 
as being very relaxed. Getting your hair done was a nice way to handle PMT.
Barbara and I were friends, there was no doubt about that. I knew it and she 
knew it, I sure. Of all the things that amazed me about this transformation, 
the ability of females to communicate and become intimate on an emotional 
basis with another was the most amazing. There was no doubt that I cared for 
her. As a male, if I had the same relationship with a woman, I would have 
married her.
I guess I settled into a routine over the next two weeks. Breakfast, 
examinations or education, a light lunch followed by a heavy work out in the 
gym and, then, dinner and an early night. I was proud of the fact I didn't 
need those sedatives.
Yes, I did get my period and Barbara was right, it wasn't that bad. 
Uncomfortable on the heavy days, tiresome on the others but a constant 
reminder that I was a woman. It's an event, Barbara explained, that proves 
that, as a woman, you are in tune with the Moon, Nature and the universe. 
Yeah, right.
I must admit I loved what was in those cardboard boxes. Winston had designed 
a body she was going to be proud to live in and one that was going to be 
proud and stylish. Methodically, she labelled one box D, (day-wear), another 
C/SW (casual and sportswear) and the third box E/S (evening and sundry 
items). It took me a while to figure the code for that one.
But I did enjoy it and, I must admit, I think the guys enjoyed what I wore 
to the gym. Barbara told me my leotard was baaaad.
The inner voices had subsided and I was settling into what I considered to 
be my life. Barbara challenged me and asked if I was `just acting' or 
`living'. Was I performing the role of a woman or was I a woman?
I didn't know.
More importantly, I knew my time at the hospital was ending. There wasn't 
anything else they could do for me. Where to now? How I would I live? What 
was I to do with this life that had been forced upon me?
The wonderment of being a new beautiful and alien creature had dissipated.
Now, when I looked in the mirror, I could see my imperfections, the faults I 
would like corrected and wondered how I could use cosmetics to accentuate my 
good points while eliminating or hiding the bad ones.
I still felt like an impostor in this body, a tourist and felt guilty when I 
explored it. My sexual feelings were confused and I had not had a real 
sexual urge since I awoke. The old Paul would have been horny every hour. 
Maybe it's meant to be like this for a woman. Life was confusing.
When I remembered the past, it was like looking at an old home movies. I 
knew I had been there but the figure on the flickering screen in my mind was 
someone else. It wasn't really me but someone I used to know, a long time 
ago.



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