“The process is actually very simple Mr. Smith,” she said.

“It is very much like 3D printing, just using different materials and in a printer that prints on your body. We can print anything on top of your body to make you look however you want. The technology was originally developed for use in movie special effects, but we have seen there are, well, more personal uses that some of our clients like to use the service for.”

How could I pass on this I thought. The chance to have a body in effect printed on top of my own that would transform me into a female body was something that I just couldn’t pass on trying.

The process would allow a 3D imaging of my body and then printing of flesh like material on to my body to transform me from a guy to a girl. I signed the required waivers and documents and began the “fitting” process.

The scanning, or “fitting,” process included a full digital scan of my naked body which would allow the service providers to customize a building of a female body that would be printed on my own body. Skin tone is be matched, the material is blended on top of the body and skin of the patient.

It was really a pretty amazing adaptation of already existing technology. 3D printing had come into the mainstream for mostly trinket type production, but this company had taken it to the next level.

The materials they had adapted were able to simulate flesh like materials. From this point it was a logical jump. From the beginning of time, people had wondered what it was like to be “the other sex,” and they provided the opportunity to experience exactly that.

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Three weeks after the consultation meeting.
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I stood in the tube printer with just my hands, feet, and head above the neck outside the glass partition. The valium I had been given had made me pretty, well, relaxed we shall say. Silvia, the doctor who had explained the entire process to me three weeks ago and done my entire body scan at that time, put a nitris oxide mask on over my nose and told me to relax, that the printing was about to begin. The medication and the nitris weren’t so much as to stop pain in the application process as to fully relax me they had briefed earlier. The process does take a little time and it can be tiring to stay in one position. They had found that this combination made the “patients” more agreeable to the overall activity. The combination of the valium in my system and the nitris mask had me put into a largely dreamlike state. The process began.

The technician had me stand in the tube and inserted a catheter into my flaccid penis. This normally would have been something probably a little painful, but with the valium dose that I took it was almost as if it wasn’t happening to me even in my mind. Almost like I was watching it. I had been told that this was a necessary part of the process, but it was a little weird now that it was actually happening. Until the suit that was going to be printed on me was off, I was not going to pee like a man anymore. The catheter was installed and was made of a latex material that would allow for long term implementation without bodily reaction or infection. An extra length of catheter material hung down between my legs and I was ready for the “printing” of material on my body. My own genitalia was covered with a small appliance that was glued in place around my penis and scrotum that would stop adhesive from being spray on those areas and, as I had been briefed in the consultation, allow for “growth” of my own parts underneath the suit.

I was vaguely aware as it moved forward.

I had selected a process where my own male genetalia would be covered by a female vagina and my chest would be built up to D cup breasts. A little rounding of my hips and butt would complete the female image. The only flesh that would be left unprinted on my body would be a tapering at my wrists, my ankles, the armpits to allow perspiration, and my neck which would remain my own flesh and a tapering at my buttocks and just under my scrotum that would allow my anus to be “natural”, leaving the ability to naturally use the bathroom in place.

First, a chemical was sprayed inside the booth that eliminated all the body hair that was on my frame. It was fast, but highly effective. Within a couple seconds there wasn’t a single follicle of hair on my body. This was necessary to allow for spraying an adhesive onto my body that would be the next step prior to the printing.

With the hair removed from my body, the nozzles in the tube then spread an even layer, very lightly, of a semi-tacky material on my entire body. This adhesive was the base to which the material printed on me would be sprayed and how the material attached to my body. It was flexible, but permanent except when it was subjected to a special UV light that broke down the adhesive.

Now the printing could begin.

The printer was an adaptation of plastic 3D printers that instead printed a flesh-like foam latex onto a human body to create a false body image. In this case, it was going to imprint on top of my own body to create a female body in over my male body. I was going to be transformed.

The printer began from my legs up. A thin layer was all that was needed on my legs. The printer worked in 360 degrees around me, working from the bottom up, layering a covering of flesh like latex over my legs, and continuing upward.

As it got to my crotch, it built up a mound that firmly covered the prosthetic cover of my manhood leaving a passable vagina with a piece of latex tubing hanging down that I had been briefed would be cut off at the end of the process and allow me to use a bathroom as natural female might.

In my dreamlike, drug induced state, it all seemed surreal. My own body was disappearing as the printing continued.

My hips and buttocks were enhanced and rounded, creating an hourglass lower body shape.

The printing continued up my stomach and to my chest where it took some time to build the breasts up to the D size that I had specified, but once it was done, even in my immobile state with my hands, ankles, and head outside the printing tube, I could feel their weight on my chest and knew they would be bouncy and bountiful.

Printing continued above my new breasts and tapered to my neckline where the printer finished.

Here is about where I passed out. I think. Well, at least I don’t recall the finishing of the process at least. It might just have been the drugs.

The next thing I knew I was waking up on a bed with Dr. Silvia next to me. A sheet was covering me.

“How are you feeling,” Dr. Silvia said.

“A little groggy,” I said.

“We have already clipped the catheter tube that feeds into your new vagina,” said Dr. Silvia. “Everything else has also been completed. You should be able to act and behave as a natural female would in your new printed body until the time you choose to change back to your male form at your own leisure.”

As the nitris and valium wore off, I became more aware of my female form.

“As we noted in our prior consultation, the process does not do anything to supplement features above the neck, for your hands, or your feet,” Dr. Silvia noted. “We obviously recommend a high quality wig to complete your feminine appearance, a good manicure and pedicure to add some female nails, and while a minor thing, some good false eyelashes help sell the image. It’s up to you to solve the voice issues also. If I remember right from the package you selected, you have already chosen to have our preferred contractor do all of these services for you before you go home.”

“Yes, I definitely have,” I said, with more and more consciousness coming back to me.

“Take a few minutes to allow the grogginess to pass,” Dr. Silvia said. “We will step out of the room for a few minutes and allow yourself to find your new form.”

She stepped out of the room and I did just that.

My hands slowly roamed down from my neck across my new breasts that were firmly in place on my chest. I grasped them and held them firmly. They felt real. Like any other breasts I had felt on a real woman.

I slid my hands down my frame from my breasts to the mound that was now between my legs. Like the rest of my body, it was hairless, as the printing process was not able to replicate hair folicles. Everything else was as one would expect. At least I wouldn't have to shave my legs.

A perfectly formed vagina mouth was there covering what used to be my cock and balls. I knew they were below, but there was no way to tell. I used my fingers to feel around and instantly noticed that pressure on my new “clit” was directly delivered to my cock that was below the latex material.

I would now have to sit to use the bathroom, but the catheter that had been installed was fed to my “female parts” and would allow me to sit and pee like any normal female. The fact that the printing had stopped below my scrotum and on my buttocks left my anus “au natural” and that function could also be normally conducted. In my new 3D printed form, I could do all natural activities as if I was really female. Well, save one.

I couldn’t have sex as a female without using a lubricant. But I had been briefed on that. While the vagina that had been printed on me was deep enough and real enough to work, it would require lubricant if someone wanted to fuck me. Or if I wanted someone to fuck me. And I was certain that at some point I would want exactly that.

“Are you ready for our driver to bring you home?” an attendant asked.

“Sure," I said, still groggy.

They had briefed me on this ahead of time. One of their staff would drive me home while another of their staff members drove my own car home. The effects of the valium and the nitris together were certainly such that I probably shouldn’t be driving myself home.

They helped me slip on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and loaded me into their car. I barely remember the drive.

When we arrived at my home, they walked me to the door where I opened the lock and felt stable enough to take things from there on my own. They handed me my car keys and a reminder business card with contact information should I have any questions. I thanked them, closed the door, and deposited my keys on the counter in the kitchen. I turned, and walked over to the couch in the living room where I promptly fell asleep almost immediately after laying down. No doubt the valium the cause.

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A couple hours later.
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I woke on the couch rested and still in the sweat pants and shirt I was in when they brought me home. I reached up with my hand to rub my eyes and my forearm dragged across the now D cup breasts on my chest. Wow. Reality was going to kick in soon. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got up to head to the bedroom and get a better look at and feel for my new self.

When I got into the bedroom I stood in front of the full length dressing mirror and slowly pulled the sweatshirt up over my new tits and over my head. Looking in the mirror I was impressed. Except for the fact that my head was my normal self with my short male haircut, from the neck down to the waist where my sweatpants started my body was intimately feminine.

I was not a skinny guy going into this process and I had no illusions that it would turn me into some size 2 model, physics are physics and body structure is what it is. But they had filled in some gaps and tightened up some areas. The printing material had tightened up my tummy much like a corset would have and with the now perky huge breasts above it created a very feminine structure. I couldn't help running my hands up my sides and around to my breasts where I cupped them and felt their weight and jiggle.

They felt much like breast forms I had used in the past but unlike them, I no longer needed a bra to hold them in place. They naturally hung in place and felt awesome on my body. While I obviously couldn't feel the "touch" of my hands on them, I could feel the pressure through the material on my own chest below and the psychological implications of it along with my imagination was more than enough to turn me on.

Speaking of which, as I started to get turned on by feeling my new body I could feel pressure building between my legs.

I slid my sweat pants down to my ankles and kicked them aside, looking in the mirror at my now entirely naked new body.

The pressure I was feeling in my cock below was not at all visible. All I could see was a beautifully formed hairless vagina between my legs. My hands moved down my body and felt their lips, and the mouth of the vagina. The tube that had been inserted as a catheter had obviously been built into this and cut off leaving no trace. I slid my fingers tentatively between the vagina lips and while I could feel the pressure on my cock below, was unable to feel anything different to my fingers than I do when I slide my fingers inside my girlfriend. I wondered if a cock was thrust into me if it would stimulate my cock below enought to make me come through the catheter tube and the vagina.

They had done a little rounding on the lower half of my body also. My hips were built up a little and my buttocks had gotten the same treatment. I was now a classic rounded hourglass female body in the mirror in about a size 16 just like they had predicted I would be when they did the digital simulation of my body at the initial consultation. Being 6 feet tall, the size 16 didn't even seem that overweight with the way that had build up the padding and rounding of my body. It was actually a pretty attractive body in the mirror.

For all practical purposes I was now a female body.

My girlfriend and I had played many times with varying degrees of me dressing up as a woman, but until now it was just a matter of putting clothes on and some breast forms. The image was never really able to be completed until this service was available.

I hadn't told her I was going to do this, but I also knew it wasn't something to which she would object. She was always, and amazingly, willing to try new things with our sexual experimentation and indulge my curiosities. This one was going to be a surprise for her.

Speaking of surprises, it was only going to be a couple more hours before she got home so I really needed to get dressed for when she came home from her recent work trip.

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Finishing the image...
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I went to the dresser where I opened the drawer that kept the limited wardrobe that we kept for my crossdressing and got out what I was going to wear.

I first put a lacy black garter belt and some stockings on and followed it with a lacy pair of black boyshort panties. Clipping a black bra in front of me, I turned it around and pulled its cups over my tits and the straps over my shoulders. I went with a knee length sleeveless "little black dress" that had a low-cut V neck in the front that allowed my tits to peak out nicely. Knee length three inch platform heeled boots were the next thing that I put on. It made me look pretty tall, but damn they made my legs look great.

My body set, I needed to complete the image from the neck up. I hadn't ever learned to do my own makeup, she usually did it for me if we were playing dress up games, but I could do a couple small things. Putting on some clip on pearl earrings and a fake pearl necklace added to the image and drew attention to my new chest. I put on some fire engine red lipstick to go with it. Now it was time to put on a wig.

I had chosen from the few wigs we had for cosplay games a shoulder length dark auburn with with curls. Using some bobby pins to hold it in place into my own hair below, I put in place and tried to shake it loose. It was holding firmly.

I stepped back. If you didn't know me well enough to recognize my subtle facial features or have someone tell you a guy was below all of this, you would have absolutely no idea. I was just another buxom girl looking back from the mirror with a deep voice.

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Surprise...
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I sat down at the counter top island in the kitchen to wait for her to come home. She had texted me that flight had landed about a half hour ago and that she was on the way home. With about an hour drive from the airport, it should only be about another thirty minutes.

I opened a bottle of cabernet franc and poured a glass while I waited. Sipping my glass I left lipstick stain on the rim. Damn was kind of hot when I thought about it.

About half way through my second glass, I heard the garage door open and car pull in.

I spun in my chair and struck up a leaning pose against the kitchen counter.

She walked in the door and sat her bags down just inside and as she looked up and caught a glimpse of me she stopped and stared for a moment, then broke into a huge grin. "Wow, what a surprise honey," she said. "I assume this means I am going to get laid without any objections?" she toyed.

"You won't find any objections from me," I responded and took a sip from my glass of wine and handed her one of her own.

Stepping back and looking me up and down taking a long drink from her glass of wine, she said, "Your dressing this time really looks pretty realistic, did you do anything different?"

"You will just have to unwrap me to find out the full extent of the surprise dear," I teased.

"My pleasure," she answered. "Five days was too long to be gone, I think my girlfriend here needs to fuck me to release a little pent up sexual tension." She smirked and started toward the bedroom, removing and dropping articles of her clothes as she walked.

I followed.

"It really will have to be your girlfriend that fucks you today," I hinted. "Unless you want me to strap something on, we are going to have to do this like real lesbians do."

She looked at me curiously.

"Denying me that great cock of yours I like underneath your panties today?" she asked.

"You will just have to unwrap me and see," I smiled as I followed.

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Unwrapping
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Her naked body was on the bed and I crawled up onto the bed with her, straddling her.

"Take my cloths off me," I challenged her.

Sliding her hands up my legs she pulled my dress up along the way and over my head.

She paused.

"Wow, those tits look real!" she gasped. "Did you buy a new pair of breast forms and finally find a good way to glue them in place?"

"Not quite," I smirked. "Keep going."

Obviously curious, she reached behind me and unhooked my bra and allowed it to fall off of me.

"Okay, tell me more," she asked eagerly.

"This is the surprise honey." I started to explain.

"I found a service that can 3D print a body over mine that is nearly realistic female. These tits are printed on my and didn't need any glue or anything. In fact, they went much further than that. The printed my entire body, making me a fully replicated female body."

I paused to let her take this fact in.

"Everywhere?" she continued questioning.

"Everywhere," I answered.

Obviously very intrigued, her eyes scanned my body.

"Go ahead and take the rest of my cloths off and explore," I challenged her.

She did, taking my panties off next.

"Wow, I had no idea this was possible," she said. "It's fucking hot! Can we do everything with your body a real woman could?"

"They told me yes," I responded.

"Then its fucking time to put this body to a test," she said and moved toward me.

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The first test
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Both fully naked now we kissed passionately as my fingers moved and dug deeply into her extremely wet pussy. I brought her to multiple orgasms with my fingers. In a bit of a rest, she asked, "Can you come with this suit on?"

"I'm really not entirely sure," I said. "I am more than turned on, but I'm not sure if fucking me in the pussy will make me come or not. I assume that if you fucked me to a prostate orgasm like we have done in the past with a strap on that that is definitely an option though."

"Well lets try both," she answered and reached into the headboard drawer for her "tools".

Her strap on nine inch cock in place and lubed up, she told me to lay on my back and she straddled me. "Here goes the real test," she grinned.

The cock actually slid inside my new pussy very easily, and amazingly I was able to take its full length inside of my new body. She moved slow at first, testing the feel. As she did this I could feel the entire length of her cock sliding against my own cock that had build and was now throbbing below the material printed over it. There was no doubt that its pressure was going to stimulate me enough to get the desired effect as I was fucked just like a real woman.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Fucking awesome," I answered. "Don't stop. Fuck me like the girl I am."

Her female body against mine was such a mental turn on I couldn't believe it. Our tits rubbed together, our pussys bumped against each other as the strap on cock she wore over hers drove deep into me.

We spent the next half hour with her fucking me both in my pussy and in my ass until I came. The throbbing orgasm I was brought to seeped out of my pussy. Wow I thought. I guess girls really can having a squirting orgasm.

Tired, we collapsed into an embrace, pulled some covers up over us, and napped.

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What's next...
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"How long can this stay on you," my girlfriend asked. "How does it come off?"

"Well, the company told me that it really was up to me and that time is pretty flexible based on their experience." I told her. The only real limiting factor they had briefed me on was that the material that was used for the catheter, while a new, non-reaction causing, material could be left in for long periods of time, they recommend a change every 6 months. This process was something they could do in a few minutes in the office without going through the entire printing process again. Since the material used allowed perspiration to pass through so my natural skin below would breath properly.

I had asked the question of arm pits almost laughingly and about using deodorant and they had an answer for it. In the printing process they actually tapered the material in around that area and didn’t print any material in the armpit area, so they had briefed me I would need to shave my armpits like a real girl as long as I was in the suit. Question answered, they had moved on to my other questions that they had probably heard too many times. But in the end, it seemed pretty much indefinite that the suit could be worn. Six months seems like a very long time, much longer than I had any intention of keeping the bodysuit on, so it really was a negligible point in my decision process.

To take it off they gave me a special ultraviolet light that I just need to stand in front of and it breaks down the adhesive that they sprayed on my body to get it all to stick. Until then, it's in place as long as I want.

I really hadn't thought about how long I was going to stay in this new form. I guess originally I had just figured it would be a day or so, but now that it was on me it seemed like a shame to take it off so soon. I didn't have any more consulting work for two weeks and didn't have to be anywhere, "I guess I could consider leaving it on for a bit of time," I answered her.

"Think you could make a full week?" she asked.

"I don't see why not." I answered confidently.

"Okay, so how about this for a challenge," she continued. "While it might be a bit boring to stay in the house for a week and a bit awkward to go out in public, we could go on a trip and leave you as a girl for an extended period of time."

"Let's hop in our plane and fly to the coast for a couple days. ID shouldn't be an issue when you fly yourself and I would love to see the face of any FAA inspector who asked to see your ID and had to match it up with your pilot's license. I guess the awkwardness for him would be enough to get him to walk away without any more questions," she continued. "We can head to a beach resort down in Florida where no-one knows us and just hang like a couple of girlfriends on a spring break trip."

"Why the hell not," I said, seeing no reason that this wouldn't be a fun adventure. "But I don't exactly have enough female clothing to make a full week of living as a girl on a vacation, we are going to need to do some shopping."

"Let's go in the morning," she answered. "We can shop tomorrow and then leave the next day."

It sounded like a plan to me.

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Getting ready in the morning...
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After a good night's sleep as a naked woman, I woke up extremely horny. How do girls not get turned on by themselves all the time I thought? Maybe it wears off, but it wasn't worn off for me yet. I rolled over and started to tease my girlfriend a bit who was in no way disagreeable to a morning romp.

With a little tension released, I got up and slipped on my sweatpants and a t-shirt over my body and went to make some coffee.

A few minutes later my girlfriend met me in the kitchen at the counter dressed much the same and sat down to the cup of coffee I had poured for her.

"So what's the plan," I asked.

"I am thinking let's get ready here, take a shower, get dressed, then head out to a couple stores to get a week's worth of clothing and maybe some sexy undergarments for you this morning, then this afternoon, I think we need to stop by a salon and get a manicure and pedicure done," she detailed.

She had put fake nails on me once at home before and I had hated them, but when I mentioned this question, she said this would be a much more professional application with nails only shortly longer than mine. "We can't have most of you look right without getting the details right," she said. I guess, if I'm going to do this why not go all out.

After a little breakfast and coffee we headed to the bedroom to get ready.

"I know your wig is held in place by bobby pins," she started, "but I don't think that is going to be permanent enough to make it through a full week of being a girl. That works for at home where if your hair gets messed up or a little sideways it is just us, but if you are going to be in public, we need to secure it in place more firmly."

"What do you have in mind," I asked.

"I think we can use that non-waterproof medical adhesive we have that we tried for breast forms once," she said. "If we glue put your wig on and glue the edges of it in place on your head, it should stay in place firmly and be able to make it through showers and even a swim if we feel up to that."

"Okay," I responded, "as long as we make sure we have the adhesive remover, why not."

She got the wig and began setting it in place on my head. With the wig aligned just right, she began to use a cotton swab to smear some adhesive around all the edges of the wig, making sure not to miss any areas.

"Now just sit tight for about fifteen minutes and let that dry as I get some makeup ready," she instructed.

I sat in the chair in the bedroom pondering if there was a point at which we were taking this too far, but it was just too darn fun to imagine and play, so I let the thought disappear from my mind and watched the morning news.

About fifteen minutes later she returned from the bathroom to check my hair.

We both tugged at it a little and tried to see if it moved. It didn't. It was like it was real hair on my head. Wow.

"Okay, next test," she said. "Let's take a quick shower and see if all this stays in place.

A shower was a welcome thought after our evening and morning love making sessions. We probably need them.

In the shower it was an entirely new feeling. I had never showered with long hair before. My hair wet around my neck and draping down on my shoulders was a new feeling. I think she could tell I was enjoying the new experiences as I washed my hair and ran my hands over my body to to wash. I can't say I was turned on as much as I was just intrigued and entertained.

The glue on the wig held up famously. It looked like it would be no problem to shower with the hair in place and in my new body.

We got out and dried off (and for the first time ever, I had to blow dry my hair, which she taught me how to do) and she had me go pick some clothes out to wear out shopping.

"Now, remember, we are going out shopping," she noted. "Just wear something like any normal woman would wear to go out shopping, this isn't a sexy contest today."

It made sense to me.

I selected just a plain ankle length black skirt and a turquoise knit plain front shirt to wear over my pink lace boyshort panties and a pink full cup underwire bra to go with a black garter belt and stockings. I finished with just plain pair of slightly raised platform black shoes.

While I got dressed she got herself ready. She wore a knee length skirt black skirt that fit her tightly and a plain white blouse. She also wore stockings with a garter belt. It was a look I always loved on her.

"Come back into the bathroom," she instructed. "It's time to do your makeup."

I had shaved closely in the shower, with her noting that I was going to have to do that thoroughly every day lest I start looking like the bearded lady. I might even have to do it more than once a day if we were going to be in public. I had forgotten about that. While the bodysuit covered much, it didn't cover my face. Note taken.

She sat me down in her makeup chair in the bathroom and set to work. About ten minutes later, she told me to look in the mirror. It was subtle makeup, not overdone, but wow what a difference. I saw a girl looking back at me with similar facial features to what I remembered I looked like, but definitely different. It wasn't slutty at all, it was professional with light tones highlighting my eyes, cheeks, and lips.

"I think you are ready," she said. "Let's go shopping. But I will tell you that you are going to have to learn to do this yourself over the next couple days," she teased. "It's too much work to do the makeup of two women every day, plus, if you are going to have the full effect, you have to learn what we go through to look hot for you guys every day, not just have us wait on you hand and foot." She smiled.

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Shopping....
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Since I was now a "bigger gal" we selected a plus size womens store to visit.

Wandering around the store I felt a little awkward picking out dresses. I had done all of my shopping for clothing before this for our previous crossdressing efforts online and had things delivered in discreet boxes to my door.

I was a little self-conscious out in public. But after a while I realized my girlfriend and I were the only people the knew I was really a guy! Sure, my voice was a little deep, but some bigger girls have that anyway. And with the overall image, nothing else seemed out of place.

As I wandered around the store, looking at clothing that I found appealing, no one took any notice. I was just another girl shopping. I relaxed. I even noticed my girlfriend let me wander away from her and shop on my own, letting me get a feel for the game. We both picked a few things out and after a little bit she came back to me and said we should go to the dressing room to try things on.

It was weird to be trying on womens clothing in a public store in a dressing room, but after a couple moments it was as mechanical as it was when I was a guy trying on a pair of jeans.

From what I tried on, and of course for each thing I tried on had to come out and model for my girlfriend, we selected a few things. A short and a longer black skirt, three sun dresses that I will admit showed more breast than I probably should have been comfortable with, a couple blouses, a sun wrap, and a full body bathing suit. We figured I would also wear a couple of my own t-shirts and some of my shorts while we were on the trip that were basically unisex clothing that girls wore normally anyway.

A helpful store attendant wandered over about half way through the process and I partially expected my girlfriend to run interference for me to get rid of her, but she didn't and I got a little nervous. She asked, "Is there anything I can help you find today?" I nervously responded that we were just fine. In proof that she was none the wiser, she did add, "I did notice a bit ago when you came out to show your friend the yellow sun dress you tried on a bit ago looked great on you, very bright and happy. Definitely go with that one if it is an option for you."

"Thanks very much," I said, not entirely sure what to respond. "I guess I that one has to be in the buy pile."

The attendant wandered away.

We also selected some more panties, a few more stockings, a couple new bras, and a pair of sandals. Oh yeah, we also picked up a couple nities for me to sleep in. My girlfriend said she needed me to look sexy for a couple nights, but that I probably shouldn't plan on wearing clothes at all to bed on a number of them. Okay, that turned me on quick.

With this pile and a few things I already had at home, we figured we had enough to pack a bag for more than a week of clothes for my trip.

We checked out and got back in her car for our next stop.

She had scheduled a manicure and pedicure for both of us at a local salon.

Dressed up, we wandered in as two women getting a salon treatment together on an afternoon.

I sat in the chair and the stylist went to work on my nails and my toes.

About an hour later, acrylic nails had been installed over the top of my own nails in a medium red tone. She had asked what color I wanted and I hadn't really been sure, so I asked for her recommendation. She suggested red as a good general color, “It is a classic and goes with pretty much whatever you wear.” Who was I to argue?

She painted my toes the same.

I think the stylist figured I was a guy dressed up based on my hands that were a little more manly than most women, but she had the courtesy to not ask and I certainly wasn't going to say anything either.

With our nails done, we left and headed home to pack.

Tomorrow we were off for an adventure as two girls on a spring vacation without any men. I guess maybe it was more like two lesbians who are hiding their relationship from their husbands, but I was pretty sure it was going to be fun.

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The Trip.......
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We got up in the morning and after some coffee and a bagel for breakfast, set to packing our bags. The plan was to go for seven nights and be home on the eighth day.

"You can pack two sets of your own male clothes," my girlfriend said. "In case for some reason we need to get you back into your male form to meet any ID requirements or for some reason there is an emergency, let's leave ourselves 'an out' in case." So I did. I threw a pair of lightweight hiking pants and a pair of shorts in along with a couple tshirts and some boxer shorts. I also threw in one pair of my running shoes. I made sure not to forget the special UV light they had given me in case I needed to take the bodysuit off.

With our bags packed, we both showered and got ready. But this morning my girlfriend instructed me on how to do my own makeup. It wasn't easy at first, and I knew it was going to take some practice, and doing it in reverse looking at the mirror wasn't the easiest, but I started to get the hang out if as long as she continued to give step by step instructions, monitored my progress, and I went slow.

I selected a pair of yoga pants we had bought the day before and a tight fitting t-shirt that I must admit really highlighted my breasts. A pair of panties and bra underneath, I was as dressed as I was going to be for the flight. I wore my new sandals.

With us both ready, we headed out to the airport where we kept our plane. I know there are lots of benefits to being a pilot, but I never thought one was going to be flying away as a different sex so people don't question why your ID shows you as a guy and you showed up as a girl.

While we knew lots of people at the airport and there was a slight chance someone would see us out there, my girlfriend was also a pilot and it wouldn't be out of place for her to be out there taking another girl friend of hers for a flight, so I wasn't too worried about being busted by anyone out there. I was actually getting pretty comfortable with the fact I was not identifiable in my new form.

Our Bonanza aircraft was already fueled, we leave it that way in the hangar typically, and we opened the door to get it out. Once pulled out, we pulled our car into the hangar to leave it there while we were gone, closed the door, and got in. I had filed the flight plan from Lexington already and we expected a relaxing flight of just a few hours to Key West where we had picked a hotel resort on the beach for our little getaway. We both doubted that in Key West we would draw any undue attention. In that town, there were definitely more outlandish outfits that drew more attention.

We taxied out, launching into a beautiful day of clear weather for a nice ride.

I don't know why, but the weirdest feeling by far was of being a girl flying our plane.

I had a feeling that this was only the beginning of the “firsts” of being a woman. I couldn’t wait to see what new sensations and experiences were in store for us upon arrival in Key West.

I guarantee you will want to hear what happens also. But that is for part two of the story.