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"Boy2Girl" or "Dan2ielle" Part 6

by SweetDarlin

[In Part 5, Dannie begins to dress much more often as a woman, following his exciting night as a "Halloween debutante." At first he dresses one day as a woman and maybe the next as a man, but he quickly becomes enamoured of wearing women's clothes every chance he gets. Convinced that he has been much happier since he began working in the home and indulging in the world of the feminine, he quits his job with Jenny's blessing. But he still only dresses as a woman when at home or out of town. He tires of living as Danielle one moment and as Dannie the next, but does not know what to do about it since he cannot see how he would survive his friends seeing him living as a woman. Jenny - ever resourceful lady that she is! - has a possible solution. She could take the offer of a transfer in her company to the office in Tuscon where they don't know anyone and Dannie could experience living full-time as Danielle. He could - of course - give up his "quest" at any moment. When they decide to move to Tuscon, they begin preparing Danielle for her new life (say goodbye to the name, the clothes and the life of Dannie!) She buys many new clothes, learns to walk, talk, eat, and socialize as a woman. Their preparation is with the idea that the minute the plane sets down in Tuscon, Jenny and her "cousin" Danielle will disembark. Danielle will be ready to begin life as a woman]

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The month of April had just made her appearance and Danielle breathed the Tuscon air like it was bottled perfume. She would have done the same in the smog-filled air of New York City or in a small, unassuming town in the Midwest, for it was not the actual air or the particular part of the country that filled her with such sweet anticipation. It was the prospect of being able to live as a woman - every day.

She could chose to resume living life as a man any day she wanted, but she had committed to herself and to Jenny to give herself over totally to being a woman. She could not experience life as a woman with one foot still stuck in the idea of being a man.

Danielle had just come inside their new home from the backyard where she had been sunning in some of her new swimwear. It was a rose color bandeau bra style top with a matching flutter-leg tap pant with a sewn-in panty. She went back to her decorating tasks that had consumed much of their first week in Tuscon.

When Jenny came home from the Tuscon office, she saw Danielle sewing some new curtains at the kitchen table. She smiled when she saw - not only Danielle's ever-so-cute outfit but also the flowers in her hair. Danielle had been pinning different blossoms in her hair almost every day since Jenny had first complimented her choice.

Before Danielle could fully turn around to greet her, Jennifer had quickly muttered something about a surprise and had disappeared into their bedroom. She told Danielle to stay where she was until she came out.

When Jenny finally emerged, she was wearing a frothy, frilly French Maid's outfit with a full, bouncy petticoat, a ruffled, lace-trimmed bonnet, and puffed short sleeves.

Danielle was speechless. She circled Jenny, cooing appreciative sorts of sounds, looking at her like a fascinating alien from another planet. She was clearly entranced, almost hypnotized by Jenny's outfit. Yet her grin, her sweet smile seemed to gradually give way to a sulking look as she continued to gaze upon her.

"Danielle! Sweet-cakes, what's the matter?!"

"Oh.. nothing. That is a VERY cute outfit!" Danielle fibbed. It was true she thought it was a cute outfit, but it was not true that there was nothing wrong. Danielle was green (and I don't mean the color of her panties). She wanted to be ensconced in that petticoat! She wanted her own cute panties to be exposed so alluringly and in such a vulnerable way! In short - as she was already their maid - that outfit was most appropriate for her!!

Jenny could read her thoughts like an open book.

"April Fool's!!" screamed Jenny followed by her hearty laughter. "This outfit is for you, silly girl! You know you want it! But you'll have to catch me and take it off for yourself!" Saying that, she bounded like a young doe down the hall toward their bedroom. Danielle was in hot-pursuit a moment later.

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The next morning, Danielle once again put on her French Maid's uniform as she had the night before after she had tenderly - but ever so passionately and lustily - removed them from Jenny's flawless, soft and beautiful woman-body. Danielle was in love with her new outfit and you couldn't have gotten her to wear anything else that morning if you tried!

As Danielle bent over the kitchen table to pour Jenny's coffee, Jenny could not resist the urge to finesse her hand amongst the petticoat's ruffles and play with Danielle's perfumed pussy-mound. I say "perfumed" because Jenny had suggested to Danielle that she always keep her clittie perfumed as yet another constant reminder of her feminine state. A penis that was not tucked, perfumed and made smaller and sweeter with female hormones could intrude ever so rudely upon Danielle's soft, rose-colored thoughts. Sometimes Jenny tied a tiny yellow ribbon around the base of it as yet another indication of how a male wee-wee could be improved. Part of Danielle's education was to learn to think of cocks only in relation to real men, which she was not!

To say that Danielle was pleased with this tease was to put it mildly. She pretended to be disgusted, but her thoughts were more about how irresistable her pink lace panties would be to men who spied them peeking out from under the froth of her petticoats.

As Jenny played with Danielle, she was reflecting on the women's groups and classes that would help Danielle learn more about the ways of a woman. She had suggested to Danielle that she join a local women's bridge club since Danielle had loved to play bridge in an earlier "incarnation." Danielle would start her jazzercise class that day - only this time she wouldn't be the lone man in the class! She had also signed up for a couple of cosmetics courses at a local beauty college.

Thinking about Danielle's love of her frilly outfit, Jenny said "Danielle, you like your maid's outfit so much - I have an idea for you. An idea that would give you plenty of opportunity to be in petticoats! Why don't you sign up for that ballet course we talked about - the one at Foothills College?"

"Oh, wow!" Danielle exclaimed like a liitle girl. She no longer required much if any convincing about new steps into the feminine world. If she didn't think of them herself, she would almost leap at some of Jenny's suggestions. Danielle twirled in her little skirt in a rather clumsy rendition of ballet.

"You see what I mean!?" Jenny laughed. "You do NEED this class!"

Danielle was slightly tweaked by that remark as she was certainly more graceful than most men save professional dancers. She had done very well in the women's jazzercise class last year and had learned feminine grace to a degree that many women would do well to emulate.

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The women's jazzercise class was held in an old high-school which was now used exclusively for community recreation and adult education courses.

Jenny had given Danielle a present of a pink leotard with grey leggings as a "commemoration" of Danielle's no longer being the "odd man out" in such a class.

Danielle was - of course - quite used to using the women's bathroom, but a women's locker room was a big step for her. Jenny had calmed her fears by insisting that she only needed to take off her panties in the privacy of the curtained shower stalls and that she should keep "it" tucked even then so as to avoid any near-discoveries of her large clitoris. That still left the problem of the rest of her anatomy. But by the "rest," only her breasts were implied. Her body was VERY feminine in appearance. Jenny managed to convince Danielle that her "natural" breasts were quite in the range of acceptability for a woman. Truth was, they were! No one, looking at Danielle's pretty, budding, softly contoured titties would mistake them for a man's chest!

Danielle changed with the rest of the women. While she had been accepted as one of the girls in bathrooms where they talked in the stalls and while standing by the sinks and mirrors, this was the first time that other women had disrobed around her. She was to be a woman among women.

When Danielle began to change out of her dress into her new leotard, the woman next to her was just taking off her bra. It was an incredible moment. She felt like she was being gently massaged by all the women in the world, welcomed open arms. She felt secure and a beautiful serenity swept through her pretty body. Danielle had just pulled her dress over her head and hung her dress neatly in her locker. She was standing there in a bra, panties and a half-slip. The other woman's breasts were a work of art - worthy of being rendered in clay or stone by a noted artist. They were firm and full, with lovely, dark, erect nipples. Danielle was careful not to stare at them. More to the point, she didn't really need to exercise care as she felt she was in the sisterhood, the presence of her own sex. When Danielle unhooked her bra and her wonderful, fresh teenage bosoms, her budding breasts came out to play, they became one with their larger cousins - two braless women standing in their panties in front of their lockers. Danielle almost came from the beauty of it.

After hanging up her slip and putting on her sports bra, she pulled on her leotards leaving her clittie tucked flat and totally inconspicuous as it almost always was these days. It was so small from all the female hormones that had coursed through her young body that - if her bush had longer hair and wasn't trimmed so neatly - it would hardly be seen were it out from the crack of her ass. Besides, it was that time of the month. Danielle had her calendar marked. A Kotex pad was inserted in her panties.

The other woman had removed her panties and Danielle was confronted with the most beautiful soft-down bush and cute pouting lips one could imagine. This woman had revealed the most intimate parts of her body to someone she fully accepted as a woman. If pussies were a shrine, Danielle was a worshipper. Not so much in a sexual way as in a kind of deep identification. There was something primal here, something that echoed through woman years, birthing huts on Polynesian islands, chants and wind-carried songs of maidens and goddesses, of young girls giving suck to newborn babies. Danielle felt just then that she WAS a pussy, all pussy, one with every pretty pussy that had ever faced the early morning sun as young girls climbed up from the dark waters of lakes where they had swam with time and angels to dry themselves on grassy banks that rejoiced to be their bed. She felt that more than a transformation was taking place - she was reuniting with the girl that was her very soul - a soul that had sojourned in a man's body but had returned to the feminine womb from which it came.

While the jazzercise class was exciting and fun, she was more preoccupied with her afterglow, an afterglow as thick as maple syrup, warming her body. This time, her hips moved - not in well-practiced imitation of other women - but in the rhythm of drums played by men around countless, timeless campfires as their women matched each other's dance movements like the moon-governed functions of their bodies and formed a syncopated motion-poem with their lithe limbs and swaying pelvises. She felt delicate, yet forceful and confident. She felt part of a circle of naked women holding hands, dancing with a blend of mirth and reverence around a fire under a full moon - a larger moon than usual, a pregnant moon at term. Her cheeks glowed with an inner-candlelight.

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It seems almost unnecessary to say, that upon returning home that night, Danielle's countenance was almost other-worldly. Even a blind-person who was unable to see the glow in her eyes and the radiance of her skin, would feel an electricity so palpable that it had contours, valleys and edges.

Jenny could almost feel it before she opened the front door of their home. In fact, the feeling was so strong that she didn't wait to confirm it with speech, but just rushed toward Danielle and held her for a very long time. For some reason beyond the veil of sense, it seemed appropriate to Jenny to sing to Danielle, to sing softly, to sing tender girl songs whose words she would have been hard-pressed to remember on any other occasion.

Without speaking, they both changed into nighties and lay on their bed where they resumed holding each other.

After - how much time? - Danielle began to speak about her experience that day. She was all too aware of how there were no adequate words, but she need not have worried because Jenny had already joined her on another plane of communication altogether. To say it was a psychic plane, would be to make it a "thing" apart. Let's just say it was something that was always around them, but they happened to be listening. Danielle took Jenny into the dancing circles of women, her sense of union with pussy, with all women, through all herstory, and into all the images and feelings associated with nursing women, and moons, and siren-songs [Author's note: If you haven't seen the new movie "Sirens", please do! I believe it will warm your woman-heart]

After relating her experience of that afternoon, it was obvious that Danielle was now searching for what she felt she must say next. She searched for words that she had already recorded and played back in her own mind, but which she would probably scrap and find anew in the immediacy of their sharing. When she began to speak, it was obvious that she wanted to take Jenny down a long path, walking with small steps.

"Jenny.. There is something I want to say to you. But first I want you to know how much I love you, how I could not bear to lose you.."

"Darling, there is no way I'm letting you go!"

"I know..and yet, I am trying to find the words to tell you something.. I don't know how you will take it.. and I'm scared."

"I'm here sweetness. I'm here for you. God that sounds corny, I know!" Jenny said to add some levity to the situation. "Danielle, you might shock me with what you have to say. Maybe it might even hurt me. But I do love you and whether or not I fully accept what you have to say right here and now, I can tell you that - in the end - I will accept it and it will not likely change my love for you."

"Unless I am an axe-murderer as you once said!"

"Murderess! Yes, that would be hard to take. But seriously, what is on your mind darling?"

There was a short silence. Then Danielle spoke. "You have given me the chance to experience the feminine in myself..."

"Yes, but it was you who was generous enough to yourself to take the opportunity."

Danielle was not irritated with being interrupted, but she was having a hard enough time keeping this train of thought from derailing. "It has been very freeing for me to know that you supported the idea of my trying out life as a woman.. to know that you would be OK if I gave it up on a moment's notice or continued to explore it."

Jenny remained silent this time. She could feel Danielle's energy in getting this all out into the open.

"But what I don't know is how long you would relish the idea of my living as a woman. I mean, would you want me to quit when your assignment ends here in Tuscon?"

"Only if you wanted to." Jenny said. Then she added "We could work out the 'logistics' of going back to live with our friends - if that's what concerns you."

"But wouldn't you miss the 'husband' you once knew, miss my being a man in your life?"

"Oh lover, what you are to me has never really changed, unless to say that our life just keeps getting better! The masculine and the feminine qualities in you make you my number one draft choice! What more could a woman want than a husband who was a father, a mother, a man and a woman, a brother, sister, a boyfriend and a girlfriend all rolled into one?"

"And sexually?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I mean, do you miss my male energy in our lovemaking? Do you want me to be more of a man?"

"Most of all, I love YOU! Our sex is always good because of who YOU are! Whether we make love as two women or as a man and a woman, I get the pleasure of you. If - from this moment on - we only made love in one sexual aspect of who you are, I would continue to be a very happy woman. I just never want to lose YOU!"

Danielle clearly felt better hearing that. It made her next question much easier. "Jenny, what if I NEVER returned to living as a man?"

"You never were like most men I've known. I love the woman in you. She is fun to live with. She is pretty, easy-going, capable, confident, creative, talented, responsible, and HAPPY!. Danielle, you are the most delightful woman I've ever known. So why do you ask darling?"

Danielle hesitated before delivering the conclusion to her little speech. Hah! As if one could say there was a "conclusion" to what she was about to say.

"I want to live my whole life as a woman!"

Jenny's mind was immediately full of images. Like a person in an auto-accident who sees - in one sharply defined moment - a flurry of images from their whole life, only this was no accident and no tragedy. It was wonderful! Jenny could see Dan applying Nair to his body, see his soft, smooth, hairless skin as he emerged from the tub. She saw him as he zipped up his pants to cover all traces of the pretty panties he wore underneath his suit. And she even more fondly recalled the first time he seemed to put on his panties with relish, his fingers admiring the little flower bud and ribbon at the top of them, his thighs fairly quivering as he drew the lace up his legs, the serenity that almost immediately enveloped him. Once again she was in the backyard of their other home, seeing Dannie in his first lovely bikini, one he chose himself. She felt the tingling sensations that coursed through her on the night she introduced her debutante Danielle to her friends in her gorgeous teal dress and how exciting it was to see Tom hold her firmly and kiss her with such great passion! More than almost anything else, she treasured all the ways that Danielle had feminized herself for they confirmed her underlying love of all that was feminine.

Jenny responded to Danielle's powerful assertion by hugging her and kissing her repeatedly on her forehead. "Oh darling!! I LOVE you! Yes, you..you beautiful WOMAN. I would love to have you as my woman-husband, my woman-wife and lover - however I can continue to enjoy you!"

Danielle's eyes were full of tears and her cheeks were already streaming with them. And don't think Jenny's eyes were dry. They both sobbed tears of joy in each other arms, mixed with laughter and exclamations of joy that got drowned in new joyous sobs.

When speech was once again possible, it was Jenny who first spoke. "Danielle, now it is me who is searching for words. And it is me who seeks understanding. Well, really I just HOPE for your forgiveness. I don't really deserve it."

Danielle looked clearly perplexed by what Jenny just said. At that moment, she could not conjure up anything for which she could not forgive Jenny. She thought "This is the woman who gave me the greatest of gifts - who treasures me as a WOMAN! What could I not forgive her?"

"Danielle, you haven't been imagining that your breasts were getting larger. They have been. They are much larger than I think you have been willing to admit to yourself. Danielle.. I have been giving you female hormones for quite some time!"

Danielle looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights. "How.. I mean HOW?" she stammered.

"Almost all the orange juice you have been drinking for well over a year. I ground up different hormone compounds."

"Oh."

Jenny began to cry again. "Darling I am so sorry. I might as well get this all out.. I have long wanted you to be a woman. From the moment I began to really appreciate your feminine qualities and even the feminine aspects of your male body, I wanted you to become a woman. I loved the woman I saw in you. But honey, please believe me, I only wanted you to become a woman if that's what you wanted too. I wanted you to see whether you liked wearing panties and bras and dresses yourself. If you hadn't, I would have dropped it. I really would have. Because I really do love you however you are."

"But the hormones?"

"When you started to enjoy dressing like a woman and began to think more and more like a woman, I wanted to give you the chance to feel yourself in a woman's body, to give you a chance to go beyond just pretending to be a woman. I would have stopped the hormones if you wanted to give up on living as a woman. But..it doesn't matter. I had no right to give you hormones without your knowing. I really am sorry, honey!"

Danielle was quiet for sometime and Jenny was fairly writhing in the silence. Better to be cursed for her actions, than to turn around on the rotisserie of this silence!

"Truth be told, Jenny, I used to fantacize about what it would be like to be a woman - long before I met you. Not very often, but I did. If I could assemble all my thoughts over the years, my mind was whispering many feminine desires. But I wasn't very conscious of them and what I did think about was too unformed to share with someone else! Especially because I didn't know if you would think me weird for having such thoughts. You encouraged me to experience a lot of little gems of what it means to be feminine. And I am very grateful to you, because I feel so much better in panties and dresses. Life is so much richer for me, taking care of you and our home. Women's liberation is about choice, not what I chose. My choice is to support us at home. I love it!"

Jenny's posture was unwinding a bit form the tight form she had assumed after her unsettling admission. But she was still very unsure about how Danielle felt.

"Jenny!" Danielle exclaimed to startle Jenny from what seemed to be horrible torment. "Jenny.. if you hadn't started giving me hormones long ago, I would have looked kind of silly in the women's locker room today!"

They both laughed.

"You saved me a lot of time. That was the next thing I was planning to talk with you about after dropping my bombshell. I wanted to start taking female hormones! I wanted a woman's body!"

Jenny had so many apologies saved up, so many things to say. And for what? Once again, Danielle had taken her totally by surprise. Just as she bought her first bikinis and put flowers in her hair, she was piloting her voyage into womanhood as much as Jenny. Jenny might have been a little devious, but Danielle was in possession of the brakes all the way through her transformation and she chose not to apply them. And now here Danielle was, not desiring to scold her or reprimand her or not to speak with her again. Her lovely spirit was resplendent in more ways that could be seen with eyes.

They made love that night as two women. They had done that before as one of the many ways that Danielle was learning to be a woman, but this was different. This tender love was an initiation, a recognition of Danielle as a woman.

Jenny had stood naked in front of where Danielle sat on the edge of their bed. "Kiss my pussy," she said. When Danielle complied, Jennifer held Danielle's face to her pussy for a long time. "Look closely at my pussy. Touch it, explore it leisurely and without hesitation." Danielle's fingers began to gently trace the outlines of her labia, her eyes to look at Jenny's pussy as at a great painting. "You ARE my pussy now. You are woman. Drink in the elixir of who you are!" Danielle was once again in that circle of dancing women, celebrating all that was woman.

Then she had stood Danielle in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom and pointed out to her all the ways in which her body had changed. "It would be very difficult for you to PASS as a man now." Jenny showed Danielle how much more rounded her buttocks were, how pretty and how many feminine curves her young breasts already had. She told her how her skin was even softer and how the corsets she often wore had helped to cinch her waistline. Just then, Danielle's clittie was not tucked, but it appeared more like a small ornament on her pussy than something which bespoke another sex. It was hardly as if Danielle had not looked at all these things herself. It was more that - until that time - she had never realized that every part of her outer body - save her large clitoris - was unmistakably WOMAN.

When Jenny kissed all over Danielle's body that night, she kissed her clittie like a woman would kiss another's pussy. They hugged each other, breathing in unison, their breasts swelling together, nipple to nipple, the soft flesh of their breasts pressed together. Their legs were intertwined in such a way as allowed them to lay with their pussies in warm embrace. And it was in just this loving embrace that they fell softly to sleep.

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End of Part 6

Would you like this series to continue? Please write me and share your feminine thoughts. Any suggestions for future installments.

Preview of "upcoming attractions"

Danielle is now living life as a woman, but she still has much to learn. Even though she feels very much a woman, she has yet to face some of the ramifications of her sexuality. You know.. like men. Oh, she has thought fondly of men, but she has not really given herself over to the idea that she might love and be loved by a man. She had a hard enough time, getting up the courage to tell Jenny that she wanted to live her whole life as a woman, without also telling her that she wondered what it would be like to make love with a man!!

Danielle begins ballet lessons, plays bridge once a week with women friends, learns enough about makeup to teach courses herself, and showers Jenny with feminine affection.

Will she no longer wear a padded bra? Will her own breasts fill a B-cup? Will some very lucky man get to kiss and suck on her new breasts?

Will they return to their other home and face the music of Danielle's new life with all their friends?

Stay Pretty Sweethearts,

SweetDarling