"But I'll be a girl!" I protested.

"Other than that detail, you'll live the life of your fantasy."

"Detail? This is more than just a detail!" I said.

"You'll get over it. Now come on, you're about to meet your future husband tonight."

"No! I'm not dating a guy!" I said.

"Jeanette, don't make me force you to do this. You will like it much better if you do it on your own."

"You can't force me to do this! I'm putting my foot down!"

"And what a pretty foot it is" she said, shaking her head. "Do you know of a club called "The Foxy Hen" downtown?"

"Is that the one that everyone says is really a brothel?"

"Yes, it is. Your choice is as follows. You can go out with your date tonight, and find that you'll love your new life as his wife. You can buy anything, do anything, and live out your fantasies. Or you can spend the rest of your life as a working girl in the brothel."

"You can't make me do that!"

"Do you remember the drug I gave you at first, that made you pass out?"

"How could I forget?" I said.

"And do you remember the implant within you that slowly lets estrogen out into your system?"

"Yes" I said.

"There is also a quantity of the drug that makes you pass out in the device. All I have to do is to push this button, and you go into a stupor. It would be so easy to press the red button, and next thing you know: bam! You're lying on your back with your legs spread apart. Every time you try to sit up, another drop gets released, and you're back down, ready for your next customer. So what will it be Jeanette? Wife, or prostitute?"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, I had no choice but to pick the life of riches and luxury. Really, what else could I do?

"Lets get you ready for tonight!" she said.

* * *

So it was that I found myself at the best restaurant in town, sitting across the table from a handsome man who happened to own my favorite football team, and to have more money then you could ever imagine.

We just chatted at first, and being that I had been a man all my life, I knew how guys talked. Before long, we were talking sports, and hitting it off really well.

I guess other girls he had dated must have ordered girl food, like salads and light fare. But if I was here, at the best place in town, I wasn't passing up a chance to really live it up. When I ordered the lobster & steak combination, with the steak cooked rare, I thought he was going to fall out of his chair.

"You're not ordering that to try and impress me, are you?" he said.

"No, I'm ordering it because I always wanted to try it here, and to see if a $120 entree is really worth it."

We ate, and talked about all sorts of stuff. When he ordered a scotch after dinner, I did the same.

"Let me guess, you love cigars too?" he asked. I smiled. Soon, we were in the cigar lounge upstairs, sipping our scotches and lighting up cohibas.

It was like hanging out with a good buddy, except that I was wearing a red dress that showed off my big boobs, and I had on heels.

We had such a good time that when he asked me if I'd like to see him again tomorrow, I agreed. He had the limo drop me off at home.

As I put on my nightie, I could not believe what had just happened. I had been on a date with a man, and I had *enjoyed* it!

* * *

The next four nights, we did the same thing. We got together, went out somewhere, and had fun. He took me to a hockey game, and he was impressed that I knew all the players.

"They shouldn't be using Johnson on the penalty kill" I said. "He'll get stuck out of position trying to score."

Sure enough, he tried to rush the puck up the ice, but when the defeneseman knocked it off his stick, it set up an 3-on-1 rush the other way, and the visiting team scored.

"Wow, you sure know your sports. How would you like to go with me tomorrow morning, to watch my team practice?"

I was being asked to go to see my favorite football team practice! I was with the owner, so I would get to do something that very few people ever had a chance to do: see a private practice 2 days before a pro football game.

* * *

My head was spinning as I stood on the sidelines, and watched everything that went on. I thought I knew football, but I never realized just how complex it really is. I was watching one of the assistant coaches going over defensive coverage schemes, and it was quite a bit more than I had ever expected.

"What do you think?" asked Michael.

"Awesome!" I said.

"Of course, we'll go to the game on Sunday. I have the best suite in the stadium."

"Of course you do" I said. "I'd be thrilled to be there with you."

He reached over, and for the first time, gave me a kiss. I can't say that I was excited to be kissed by a guy, but he was sweeping me off my feet, and I didn't offer any protest.

In fact, after that, every time we were together, we would do something more intimate. Bit by bit, we drifted towards a physical relationship.

I don't know if it was all the hormones they had pumped into me, but I was finding that my sexual desires were somewhat confused now.

For example, at practice I saw the cheerleaders doing their routines. A few months ago, I would have been staring at their boobs or their legs, and would have been drooling. Now, I was mostly watching their graceful moves, and admiring how they danced. I didn't feel a pull towards them like I did before.

I wasn't attracted to them, or to men either. I was just kind of neutral. When that happened, it was when I realized that if I were to get with one of those girls, and start kissing, it would feel *wrong*, since I was in a female body now too.

And that was the moment that I decided that I would let him explore me, and I would allow him to take me to bed, if he wanted to. I would explore my new body, and see what I felt. I was so happy being with him! It was like being with a best buddy, but having so much money that we could do anything we wanted to.

And I was feeling guilty, because I was letting him do everything to take care of me. I wanted to give something back, but I had nothing to offer, other than *me*. If he wanted my body, I would allow him to take it.

When he took me to bed for the first time, I was scared. I knew that the hardest part for me would be to let go, and stop thinking of myself as a man inside. Looking at my naked female body in the mirror sure helped.

I knew what had turned me on when I was a man, so I did all of those things to him. And I knew what a woman could do to turn me off, so I avoided that too. For example, as a man I was always ready right away to go at my girlfriend, but she'd bug me to slow down, and do lots of foreplay and stuff. So I skipped all that, and encouraged him to just get it going right away.

Being in bed didn't do anything for me, but it made him so happy. I remembered how it felt to make love as a man, so I knew what he was going through.

From then on, almost every night we would go to bed. I learned what positions he liked, and how he liked it (rough sometimes, or me being very passive and weak sometimes). I let him do whatever he wanted, and tried my best to please him back.

I hated to admit it, but I was falling in love. And it wasn't very long before he invited me to live with him full time, in his mansion.

Now lets see: work as a waitress, and live in a dumpy apartment, or move in with a billionaire and spend my days working out, or lounging by the pool, while servants cooked lunch? Hmm. It was a no-brainer.

* * *

Michael gave me a credit card one day, and told me that there was a $25,000 limit per month that I had to stick to. I laughed! I couldn't spend that much each month if I tried to!

I think he thought that I'd be out buying jewelry, expensive dresses, and stuff like that all the time. In fact, I did get some new outfits, and some things to that I'd look pretty for him. But with all that money I could use, I bought stuff I had always wanted. Killer stereo, large screen TV, big computer, stuff like that.

He seemed to love it that I was spending the money on things that he could use too, not just on dresses and earrings. I was living a fantasy life, other than the fact that I was a girl. But bit by bit, even going to bed with him became so normal for me that it no longer bothered me in the least. Seeing the look of pleasure on his face when we made love made it worth it for me.

We went skiing at his place in Vail. We went yachting on his boat he kept in Miami. We went to a villa in Europe for a weekend, flying all around in his private Lear jet. I joined the "mile high club", which I guess had always been a fantasy of mine (but with me on the top in my fantasy!). I wore a stewardess uniform for the occasion, to make it more exciting for him. And we went to Paris, Milan, New York, LA and Hawaii.

After all of that, I wasn't too surprised one night when he took me out for a fancy dinner, then got on his knees, and pulled out a ring with the biggest diamond I had ever seen.

Of course I accepted, and soon we would be married. We were always together, and had such a good time. We were best friends, and now lovers too. But since I didn't do all of the things like my girlfriends had done, we never had that wedge between us.

After I had made love to Michelle for example, I would always feel so relaxed that I'd want to sleep. But she would want to talk about our relationship for hours afterwards, while we 'snuggled'. That had always annoyed me to no end, so I just let Mike go to sleep when we were done.

I could tell that he was stressed out about the wedding. Most girls of course would want something very elaborate, and spend months planning it out. When I had been a guy, and Christina had wanted to get married, she drove me crazy with all the millions of details she would talk about. So I made a proposal to Mike.

"How about instead of some big ceremony, we just do something simple? You, me, a witness, and a judge. On the beach in Hawaii. No invitations, no picking the menu, just the important thing - us.

I thought he was going to pass out with relief. You could see the tension melt away from his shoulders.

"I don't want to spoil your special day. You've been planning this since you were a little girl, and..."

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