Substituting for My Wife

Mitch finally convinced Greg to put his wife in an assisted-living home about a month later. It broke his heart and he cried, but I think deep-down he knew it was best for her and, perversely, best for him too. I started spending the night at his house frequently, with Mitch staying the night with Monica when I did.

I was living as Michelle full time, except for the ten hours on Thursday and Friday when I had to work in the office. Both Monica and Mitch urged me to come out to them and finally get rid of all my male clothes. Greg seemed non-committal, but admitted that he thought I would be happier not having any vestiges of Mike left. I wasn't sure...I didn't know if I'd have a job still if I did that. When I finally worked up the nerve to do it, the people in the office were confused but generally supportive.

Six months later, I was sitting at a doctor's office with Monica as he went over the hormone treatment plan and possible implants later. I was going to have breasts! I was scared, but excited and happy at the same time. Monica was happy for me, too, and even happier that I decided that I wasn't going to get rid of my dick, telling me that she was going to have plenty of use for it.