It's A Girl's Life Ch. 03

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Lunch fun with BGF Cathy one Sunday afternoon.
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Part 3 of the 3 part series

Updated 10/06/2022
Created 07/03/2011
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Authors note: No sex involved in this chapter. It all took place around 6 months after my unfortunate dinner date with Greg. [Ch 1&2] I've skipped various escapades which happened in between then and this story and perhaps I'll write about them down later on.

Just for now, I needed to write about one of the countless fun times I've enjoyed over the years and to show readers [certainly the male ones out there] that, to be a TS woman isn't just about having sex with improbably tales of huge penis's and marathon love making .

In the "real" world, there's a lot of fun to be found in wearing sexy underwear, strolling around town in lovely dresses, simply going shopping, or having a beauty appointment, going to lunches or even a workout at the gym, etc. The sex CAN be fun too and I'll tell you a bit more about that in the next chapter, so for all those literotica devotees, who only enjoy reading about sex, be patient.

BUT it's more fun simply enjoying being a woman. Just ask one. "Is it fun to be a girl? YES most definitely, YES!"

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On answering the phone I heard Cathy's familiar voice telling me that she and John had decided to split up and she needed somewhere to stay because John held the lease on the flat they shared, so she wanted to know if she could move in with me for a while until she got sorted out again. I told her it was fine by me and when did she want to move in.

"How about this weekend girlfriend and I'll even introduce you to Hedley," Cathy jovially replied. I laughed back and said it was alright by me on two provisos. One, that she had to show me all her make up tips and two, that if Hedley was a stud, it was open season. She laughed back over the phone and said that was fine by her.

"See you Saturday sometime mid morning then" I replied and hung up the phone, happy to have Cath moving back in with me. With all her different boyfriends, Cath never made for a dull housemate and it was always good to have her around.

The fact that it was Thursday evening when she rang, probably hinted at more than she actually had said and that John and her must have had a raging argument and that she'd done her usual big dummy spit and told him she was leaving, without even thinking it all out. That was Cath, too a tee. She was still beautiful, sexy, high spirited, kindness pouring out of her, BUT with a short fuse that lead to a massive explosion of emotions.

Cath and I had been lovers for about 4 years and every so often we use to argue over some petty thing or another and there'd be the inevitable screaming episode, until she'd stomp back into the bedroom, slam the door and sit silently fuming. Later on, she'd always creep up and smother me in kisses saying she was sorry. I'd found early on in our relationship it was best to let her have her little tantrums, leave her in peace to calm down, and enjoy the making up afterwards. Obviously John didn't think so, or had made the grave mistake of trying to argue back at her.

Cath and I had only broken up after she finally realised that she couldn't compete with another woman. Let me explain that just a little bit more. You see....I secretly preferred dressing 'with style' and was comfortable wanting to live that way.

Cath often claimed that she should have realised my preferences earlier, because I seemed so attuned to her needs, inside and outside of the bedroom and because some of her favourite pairs of panties always seemed to be missing! She was more stunned then angry when it finally dawned on her, but that final row was memorable in more ways than one. After the inevitable angry screaming and the dummy spit, she calmed down and finally accepted that I was more gay than straight and she was never going to be THE girl in my life.

The split up, as it turned out, and our relationship afterwards, although initially uncomfortable, not only became amicable but we actually ended up become true and loyal friends ever since. While our lover's relationship ended just over 6 years ago, we still often went out together to see a movie or for a dinner catch up. Sometimes she stayed over at my place and we just get drunk together, especially after Cath has just broken up with some guy, and there had been a LOT of breakups over the years! We still borrowed each others clothes from time to time, but nowadays we were more than close and we both thought of the other as a true girlfriend, just not lovers.

Needless to say, when Saturday morning rolled around, there was Cathy, her latest ex...John, furniture, boxes, clothes and her pet ragdoll cat "Hedley". We'd tidied up enough by Saturday evening, to just collapse in front of the telly and sit down to eat take-away and get drunk.

Sunday morning now saw me outside sitting on a lounge chair beside the pool, in a skimpy pink bikini bottom when Cath stumbled out. "I've fed Hedley" I told her "and there's a muffin in the microwave, so grab a cappuccino heat up the muffin and crash." She disappeared back inside and returned with a coffee and a mouthful of muffin. [Not THAT sort of muffin either guys - Pepperpuppy]

Sitting down on the other lounge chair Cath remarked "You're nipples are really standing out now and you've got such a cute little bust too, so WHY THE HELL aren't you wearing the upper half of your swimsuit and at least trying to show a bit of decorum you tart."

"Don't hassle me Cath" I replied. "I can only JUST still wear my shirts to work now, provided I wear tight bandaging and a singlet. Being free like this is one of the few pleasures I can indulge in before Monday rolls round again." That was true, and my nipples got very sensitive rubbing against the cotton bandages, but it wouldn't be long before the tight bandaging couldn't hide the swelling of my now starting to ripen breasts. And let's not forget that my butt had swelled in size too. I'd had to start having to wear control briefs to hide it at work and to make sure that my trousers wouldn't split either. "Did I tell you that last week, that one of the women in the office asked me if I was using moisturiser on my face, because she said, SOME days Andrew, you just positively glow!" I remarked to Cath and she burst out laughing.

"So how does Anne think your going?" asked Cath. "You know Dr Anne," I replied. "Always happy to see me and her appointments apart from the usual blood pressure and occasional blood/urine samples, always end up about magazine articles either of us have read or about the latest movie or theatre show. She's referred me to a senior specialist in gender reassignment called Dr Mark Ewings, who's set me up for a visit with a psychiatrist Monday week." Anne had been a source of continuous encouragement to me as I went down the path I'd secretly fantasized about for so long and she'd recently referred me to a top specialist in gender reassignment, who'd prescribed even stronger hormone medications than Anne had initially given me to start off with 6 months ago.

This specialist had also advised me that with the new medications he was prescribing for me, both my butt and boobs would start to noticeably grow over the next 6-12 months or so (I was presently a nice shaped A cup) and that I also shouldn't be surprised when and if I began to suffer from mood swings too. He did warn me that my body would start to change so dramatically that it wouldn't be possible to hide the changes for too much longer from my friends or work colleagues.

"Didn't I tell you. I've already resigned from Carter's" I told Cath. "As from the first of next month I'm going to be staying at home all day and doing abs-solute-lee nothing."

In actual fact, my resignation from Carter's had been timed to coincide with the next step in my gender reassignment schedule. If I was going to go the whole way, I would have to have numerous appointments with a psychiatrist over a 2 year period, to see that I was mentally balanced enough to cope with it all. I also had to live for 2 years as a woman full-time before I could get 2 doctors to approve my sex change surgery. I just simply couldn't imagine turning up at Carter's one Monday dressed as a woman, without someone saying something about it all, so I simply handed in my resignation, rather than face the consequences of my actions. After all, if I was going to succeed at this, I wanted to start afresh and that meant finding work elsewhere as a woman and to be accepted as one, which was never going to happen if I stayed in the legal fraternity.

"Really" replied Cath, "but what about money to live on?"

I peered over to her and said "Girl...you've known me for years now. Could you ever possibly imagine ME doing something that was stupid and not thought out first. Besides," I told her, "the house is paid off and I have some savings and investments to fall back on. I'm actually thinking of doing a bar attendants course and try becoming a cocktail waitress for a while."

Why not try being an exotic dancer" Nikki laughed back.

"Oh... what the hell, let's go for the money" I said. "I'll just work from home as an escort or for one of those high class brothels" I jokingly said. "Better yet Cath; why don't you be my pimp." Cathy gave me a look of total exasperation and sighed loudly.

"But that's in the future" I prattled on. "Right now," I said standing up "I'm going for a quick dip then back inside, before I need leather conditioner instead of moisturiser!" and with that, dived into the pool and swam to he end, climbed out and walked back over to grab my towel.

"Nikki honey, I DO have to tell you that you've got the beginnings of a nicely shaped bubble butt to match those small boobies, girl" teased Cath, patting my bottom as I headed back inside for a shower.

I leaned down, gave her a sisterly peck on the cheek and sashayed (with exaggerated steps) back inside to shower and get dressed. "You're turning green" I called out and disappeared inside.

I'd almost finished showering when Cathy wondered back into the house. "Any plans for the rest of the day?" she called out to me. "Because if you haven't, what do you say to lunch down at that café on the water, we passed a few weeks ago".

"Great idea kid, I just need to get dressed". I shouted back in reply. "What's the name of the place and I'll ring ahead for a table".

"Jo-Jo's and book it for 12ish" Cath replied. "It'll take me about 30 minutes to shower and change."

"I brought a sun dress the other day and I'd like your expert opinion on it before I try it out" I called out to her and with that walked back into my bedroom. Cathy popped her head around the door on her way back to her own room saying OK, but then added that with my developing skinny frame; I'd probably look good, wearing a sack anyway.

I excitedly put on a white smooth panelled bra with silicone inserts, admittedly smaller then I use to wear, and slipped into a pair of yellow satin seamless hi-cut panties. No need for stockings today I thought. Then walking over to the wardrobe, took out the new dress, I'd spotted in a little boutique and simply adored on sight and slipped into it.

It was a brilliant white and had fern shaped print designs wondering all over it in pretty blue, gold, silver and green shades and came down to start flaring out just below my waist and finished just above my knees. The shoulder straps were sensible and covered my bra straps completely (I loathed women that showed off bra straps by wearing dresses with shoe lace straps) while the neck line although daring, allowed me enough modesty to show my bust outline, with out too much boob showing. If the new medications worked as well as I was told, I soon hoped to be wearing low cut dresses a lot more in the future.

I didn't need to bother with a slip as the dress material although light, was dense enough so as not to be too transparent and starkly silhouette my body with the sun behind me, although I was starting to become justifiably proud of my pins.

Then I want back over and sat down by the dressing table and began to apply my makeup. I felt quite comfortable about doing this now, and with Cath's help through the years had learnt about foundations and liquid bases and the like. I still shaved each morning, but had started on a course of electrolysis and between that, the shaving, the face creams and the female hormones I was on - found it no longer necessary to go overboard with makeup to look realistically feminine.

Next, I got up and went over to the other table and put on one of my shoulder length wigs. After making sure that it was held fast with a few bobby pins, I slipped on a belt so that my bust and bottom were clearly separated and defined, before finally stepping into a pair of medium heeled white strappy sandals. I checked out my reflection in the mirror and smiled at the woman looking back at me in the mirror.

"You've really changed since that night you went out with that asshole Greg and you like who you've become now, Haven't you?" Cathy said, towelling herself dry and catching me staring at my own reflection. [Greg was the guy who took my virginity. Refer back to chp.1&2 - Pepperpuppy]

"MMM" I dreamily replied. Then I ducked back over to the wardrobe and picked up a box and took out a very large white hat with a floppy broad peak that drooped slightly to shade my face and put it on my head. "Too over the top?" I nervously asked her.

Cathy started to beam at me and happily cried out, "Girl, it's YOU! You've nailed it spot on. I'll wear a hat as well and we'll show all those other stuck up bitches out there what style and grace is all about AND we'll watch men get fats in their pants just looking at us! Ready in 15 minutes, Hon" she said as she walked back to her bedroom.

I grabbed my little shoulder purse and headed out into the lounge room. Shortly afterwards, Cathy came out from her bedroom wearing a very chic floor length summer dress in pale apricot, with a split down the front that appeared to start just above the top of her legs and showed them off very provocatively, leaving just enough modesty to allow decorum (of a sort) when she walked.

We both took one last look in the hallway mirror to see that everything was in there right places then headed for the door; Cath remarking that we both pulled up pretty well for 30 something gals.

"I wish I had your legs though, and the nerve to wear something like that number you're wearing" I said to Cath as we stepped outside and headed off down towards the river.

"Why not borrow it sometime" Cath suggested. "You may not believe it girlfriend, but you've definitely got the legs and the butt to comfortably wear it. All you need is the confidence" she happily said.

The weather was pleasant outside and I loved the feel of the dress I had on brushing against my smooth legs while my silicon in-plants helped my breasts jiggle a little inside my bra as I took each step. We paraded along the shoreline footpath, passing couples and families picnicking on the grass.

Passing several much younger male joggers with earphones on we sometimes turned around to spot a guy we'd just passed looking back at us in appreciation while running on the spot. We actually stopped a touch football game going on between a group of guys and a few girls. We looked at each other smiling and giggling as we walked past them.

This was how I'd always imagined being a woman was like and I felt so girlish and feminine as we strolled along the water in the bright sunshine. We spotted a few empty tables outside the café as we approached, but preferred to sit inside out of the sun and were in luck as the maitre d welcomed us and sat us down at a table looking over the water.

We read from the blackboard menu and a waiter looking to be about 20ish appeared to take our order. "Ladies, my name is David and I'm at your service for today". Cathy spoke to him looking up at him with her sweetest smile and those big hazel eyes informing him we'd like the 'catch' of the day and a suitable glass of white wine to accompany the meal.

I thought David handled Cath with aplomb, but then perhaps spoiled it by saying with a smile "Would you and your 'sister' prefer a cocktail beforehand instead".

Cath turned to me and humorously asked, "Sis, do you want an aperitif or a COCK-tail?"

I was up for the game and replied throatily to her that I'd simply love to have a screaming orgasm. She turned back to the waiter and said in an imitation Mae West voice, "A screaming orgasm for my sister here and I'd like a long hard screw up against the wall, thanks honey."

His face turned a beet red and he backed away bumping into the table behind him as he hastily retreated with our orders.

We giggled to each other and I noticed the appreciative looks from a couple of guys sitting at a table nearby. "Don't look now but we're being scoped out at the table over your right shoulder" I quietly said to Cath.

"And not just that table either. You should see that group near the door. They've stripped us naked already" she giggled.

David reappeared a few minutes later and nervously placed our drinks next to each of us. He stood back and asked if we needed anything else.

As we sipped our cocktails, I quietly sighed, and signalled to David that they were perfect.

Cathy then cheekily told him, that we need him to come back later for our desert. David suddenly seem to get into the spirit of it all and joined in by gently take Cathy's hand and bringing to his lips saying "I am but yours to obey" before walking away grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Nikki, Davy boy just earned himself a large tip," Cathy remarked as she watched him walk away to serve another table.

I shook with laughter and quietly said, "You tart! He's almost young enough to be your son."

"Ah but he's not IS he...so it's OK" replied Cathy chuckling evilly.

The group sitting at the table next to us became unusually quiet whenever we required table service (since our first service contact) and must have also been enjoying the show that we'd been creating.

We took off our hats and placed them on the chairs beside us and sat back enjoying our drinks and watched the wonderful and changing view with all manner of boats constantly passing by, making loud comments of appreciation when we saw a crewman only wearing shorts or swimmers.

We'd just finished our 1st drinks and were basking in a pleasant glow when an older waiter came over to our table introducing himself as Daniel and placed two more drinks on our table saying that they were with the compliments of the management and staff of Jo-Jo's.

We started to giggle and thanked him and in a sudden rush of what must have been 'female' hormones I stood up and kissed him on the cheek saying "thank you, that's very sweet of you".

Dinner was served to us by Daniel himself and he waited until we had finished our first mouthful, before inquiring as to whether the fish was to our satisfaction, as he told us he had 'personally' overseen it's preparation with the chef, who he motioned to, and we saw was appraising us from in front of the kitchen doors.

By this stage I think that almost all the café patrons must have been watching our table when approached by staff. So Cathy, ever the drama queen, put three fingers to her mouth kissed them to show its excellence to the chef and smiled. The meal really was delicious.

After we had finished the meal both Daniel and the chef came across to inquire as to whether the meal had been to our satisfaction. I reached over for the flower in the small vase on our table and worked it into the side of the chef's hair and both Cathy and I kissed him together on the cheeks.

We asked them to bring David back over to our table so we could order desert. Well I tell you; by that stage I think that the entire restaurant was so engrossed in our little performance, judging by the number of people looking over at us, that everyone and I do mean everyone, must have stopped eating and was watching the scene at our table when Daniel motioned to David with an imperious snap of his fingers calling out loudly, "service here immediately, David." David must have had just finished waiting on a table and walked across to us with a look of trepidation showing on his face.

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