When we returned home from our girl adventure on a Saturday. The next morning, we sat down to talk about what to do next.
“Elizabeth, You enjoyed the entire week,” Jo declared. “I am sure we had a better time than we would have if you were Bob. I had a great time. It’s up to you, but I think it’s time for you to be a woman full-time.”
“Are you sure, Joann?” I asked.
“When was the last time you wore male clothing other than at work? You don’t even have any male underwear. You have been dressing, and more importantly, acting like a female for close to a year now. Furthermore, I like the woman you’ve become. And you do too. So, yes I’m sure.”
It was my turn. “You are right. I loved being a woman all week. And I’m glad we did it as girlfriends. Assuming I transition, and we get a divorce, we’d both be single women right?”
“Yes, I guess we would,” Joann responded.
“What about dating men?” I asked.
Joann smiled. “Do you mean for you or me?”
“Good question. I meant you.”
“I’ll be honest. After my experience with James, I am sure that there will be times when I will enjoy the company of a real man. And I know there may be times when you would like to be with a man. I think we proved that.” We both giggled. “ I don’t negatively mean this, but I don’t think of you as a man. You were a male crossdresser. But now, let’s face it. You’re a woman. Let me ask you this. When I was sucking James’ cock in the car, how did you feel? Were you a jealous husband, or were you my girlfriend hoping I was enjoying myself?”
I thought about it for a while. I smiled. “Your girlfriend,” I said demurely.
“See. Even without a divorce, we aren’t husband and wife anyway. We’re close girlfriends. But you’re still my love. Is that an acceptable answer?”
“I don’t think I could ask for anything else.”
“It looks like we’ve made the decision. From now on, I’m Elizabeth.”
The next day, I dressed in male clothing for perhaps one of the last times. I went to work and gave notice to my employer. It was nice that my boss was sad to see me go. He told me they would pay me two weeks’ pay, but that I didn’t need to come in. When he asked me what I was going to do, I told him I was going to take some time off and explore other options. I told him that my wife was quite capable of supporting us on her own. I joked that maybe I would just become a housewife. “Well, the way you’ve let your hair grow, that makes sense.” We both laughed. Little did he know.
My hair had grown long enough to get a feminine style. Jo styled it as best she could and we went to her Salon. She introduced me to her stylist, Jamie, as a friend who had had a medical treatment that required me to shave her head. It had now grown back.
Jamie said there was plenty to work with. “You have beautiful auburn hair. Let’s get to work.”
She gave me a cute, and somehow appropriate “Bob” cut with bangs. Joann loved it. I also had a manicure and had my nails done. I was loving it. It was wonderful to no longer wear a wig.
We went to dinner with Patty and Susie later in the week. They loved my new look. At first, they were confused that we would be getting a divorce. But we explained that while it wasn’t legally necessary, it made sense. If I got my name changed, and my birth certificate said female, we would end up with everyone thinking we were lesbians. And while there was nothing wrong with that, we both think we want to occasionally see men, at least for now. We could always get remarried.”
“That does make sense,” Patty realized. “After all, you already are a woman as far as we’re concerned.” Susie nodded in agreement.
Susie asked if she could ask a sensitive question. “Of course,” I said. “Are you going to have your penis removed?”
Joann immediately said, “Oh god no! But she is going to get breasts. After the divorce is finalized, Elizabeth will have breast augmentation surgery so she can have real tits.”
“That sounds perfect,” exclaimed Susie.
Joann explained that Bob was gone and we were now just two single women living as roommates.
“So you’ll both be dating soon?” Patty inquired.
“Perhaps. We’ve talked about it and we’re taking it a step at a time. Although on our recent trip, we did spend an evening out to dinner and dancing with a couple of guys.”
“That’s so cool,” exclaimed Susie. “Details please?” She begged.
“Just dinner and dancing. And some kissing and petting.”
Susie smiled. “I know you girls. Go on.”
Joann and I smiled and nodded at each other.
“Okay, you girls will love this,” Joann said. “After having a great time at dinner and dancing, the guys drove us back to our hotel. I was in the front with one, and Elizabeth was in the back seat with her date. She was making out with him the whole time.”
The girls giggled.
“Weirdly, I found that erotic. When we parked in the hotel lot, I started making out with my date. It was like we were two high school girls.”
Susie said, “I think I know what happens next.” She had a big smile.
”Yep, I went down on him. And so did Elizabeth.”
Susie and Patty exploded in laughter. “You girls are so much fun,” said Patty.
The next morning, Joann was up early. She did some research and found an attorney who specialized in domestic relations and gender issues. She set up an appointment that week.
Since this attorney (her name was Eileen Downing) indicated that one of her areas of specialization was gender reassignment, I would go as Elizabeth.
When we met with Eileen, she was dressed in a beautiful blue skirt suit. She was very attractive with a great body. She asked us what she could do for us.
“Well, it’s a little awkward,” Joann said. First of all, Elizabeth is my husband.”
Eileen smiled and simply said, “Go on.”
“We think we should get a divorce so that she can legally change her name and gender.”
Eileen smiled. “Well, you ladies have come to the right place. Let me put you at ease… I am a former male.”
We both smiled.
“I transitioned after law school and decided to specialize in just these kinds of issues.”
“By the way, until you said that Elizabeth was your husband, I thought I was meeting with two Cis women. So, Joann, your husband is a lovely woman.”
Eileen told us that we could remain married as two women, but that was a little more complicated. We explained that we weren’t really lesbians and that we would probably both be dating men, at least occasionally. She understood and recommended the divorce route. “We should be able to get that done fairly soon,” she explained.
“Elizabeth, in this state we can have your gender changed on your birth certificate without a court order. That would entail a letter from your doctor certifying a level of reassignment surgery. Do you plan on having full reassignment surgery?”
“We were planning on breast augmentation, but we’d like to keep my penis,” I shyly responded.
“That’s fine, as long as the medical certificate states that you have undergone the necessary medical and psychological treatment for transition. And to ease that, I’m going to make a recommendation to a doctor we have worked with. She is quite good, and will ease you into your transition smoothly and quickly.”
“By the way. I’ve done a few matters similar to yours and in each case, the husband kept her penis. I tell you this because it shows it won’t be a problem. Even though I’m married to a man, I’ve got mine as well.” Eileen smiled.
Hormone therapy is a great idea. You’ll lose most of your body hair and your hips will widen too. It will probably raise the tone of your voice as well. The downside is you may have trouble getting erections. But don’t worry, Viagra saves the day.”
We both smiled.
“I think I’ve got everything I need. I’ll be sending you some documents to sign. Please make an appointment with Doctor Williams and hopefully, we’ll have this wrapped up in a couple of months and you can legally be the woman I know you are.”
“By the way, Elizabeth. I love your hair. Very feminine.”
We told Patty and Susie about our slightly revised plan. The story would be that Joann caught Bob having an affair with a younger woman in another city. We had agreed to an amicable divorce. As a result, Elizabeth was moving in as a housemate. She would share expenses and it would be good for both of us. “So, I’m a woman from now on.”
Joann opened a bottle of wine and the girls all toasted my new gender.