The next morning my world was somehow different. I sill had no idea, why I had cried that much, but I had an indistinct feeling, that it had been a mix of pain, relief and joy. I got up and looked into the mirror. Back looked Monique, a bit unkempt, but very definitely Monique, if admittedly with that little bit of starting fuzzy beard, but still Monique.

Well, I thought, now that is me for the next three years or possibly even longer, a woman. I had no doubt whatsoever any more, that I’d become the technical director of this all female production. Driven by happy energy I made my way to the bathroom.

It seemed Sandra was still asleep, so I had my shower, shaved, got my hair sorted and put on my house coat. Being the first in the kitchen I made myself a coffee. I had missed that these last couple of days. Happily I also made some tea for Sandra, that I took to her in bed. She was awake, because-so she said – I’d been singing to myself in the kitchen.

“Sandra, I will get that job. From today I am your new flat mate Monique Madelaine.”

“Wonderful, Honey, that is really good news. Thanks for the tea.”

I sat down on the edge of her bed and automatically crossed my legs. For a while we silently had our tea or coffee respectively. Sandra looked at me seriously.

“Monique Madelaine, you’re so pretty.”

I blushed.

“And so so feminine.”

I blushed even more.

“Today we are going to buy something really nice of your own for you to wear. May will be occupied all day, so nothing keeps me from spending the whole day with you.”

“Do you think I could get away with a mini dress and heels?”

“Sure, your legs are to die for.”

The interesting thing was, that Sandra asked me not a single question about yesterday, but I still had the feeling, she knew exactly what had gone on in every fine detail.

“You know, Monique,” she explained as if she had read my thoughts “It was similar for me, when I had to admit to myself, that I was most probably lesbian. I cried and cried and the next morning the world was all right.”

“Oh, Sandra, you are fabulous. I am so happy to be your friend.”

“And I am looking forward to share the experience of the whole development with you. It is so lovely to watch, how pretty you are becoming. With your extraordinary abilities you will be most sought after, and this production is going to be a hit, I am sure.”

“It helps me so much, that you just treat me like normal, as if I always had been wearing girl clothes.”

“Honey, today a long time wish of mine becomes reality, today I make you into the woman and girl friend, that you should have been from the start.”

“Wonderful! I am beginning to think I might have secretly wanted that as much as you.”

“Of that I am absolutely certain. Had I known your name, may be I could have woken you up earlier, Monique.”

“I think you are right in the respect, that I would have made a lovely girl.”

“Nevertheless you can still become an almost complete woman. As far as I know the hormones cause something like a second, this time female, puberty. Look forward to it! That way you can at least for a moment be a pubescent girl, then your boobs will grow and your hips will take on a femininely rounded shape and your bottom will get a womanly form. And before you know it you will be a woman.”

“And then?”

“Then you have your operation and with that a vagina and can rediscover your femininity.”

“Or I will suddenly meet that special woman of my life ...”

“… and become a sexy and sweet little lezzy.”

Both of us had to laugh. Little did we know what the future had in store for me.

After breakfast Sandra did my make-up again, this time slowly explaining everything she was doing and how. Then she gave me a simple grey stretch mini dress to try on. It did not fit all that bad, but Sandra thought my bottom was not quite ready yet to be displayed like that, I should stay with wider skirts for the time being, as they made my figure look better. I enjoyed it immensely to talk to her so much like woman to woman. Since we did not really find anything “perfect” among her things, I dressed again like the day before, only this time I wore the new body stocking and the black self supporting stockings underneath, which made me feel like born anew. Then we went shopping.

I spent almost all the money, but only bought a Bordeaux coloured mini skirt with a short black petticoat, a grey silk blouse with ruffles and some more self supporting stockings, a short grey Trench, a matching hand bag and two pairs of shoes, Sandals in Bordeaux with a four inch heel and some lady like grey ones with a modest two inch heel. Most of the rest of my money went for cosmetics. Now I was – at least where my dress was concerned – ready for the meeting. I had also realised, that I could go for sexy, if I wanted to, and feel all right. So I had two choices for tomorrow.

Sandra and I spent the evening quietly. I read as much of her woman’s magazines I could stomach, while Sandra read a book. I could not help to imagine, how the clothes in the pictures would look on me and sipped my wine. Then I hit an article about the all female musical production. While I read it I had to acknowledge, that I had not the faintest idea yet, what kind of production it was going to be. The author of the article was imputing a political intention to the producers, but the three ladies I had talked to did not come over as militant feminists or in any other way political. But what did I really know?

Finally gone to bed and asleep I dreamt of a group of naked women around me who sang: cut off the dick, let her have a fanny! She shall be a real woman, when she works with us. Then I fainted and when I came to again I was naked, too and had log hair, big boobs, a proper hour glass figure and a vagina. The women danced around me, laughed and pointed behind me. I turned around and there were some naked men and the women chanted: pop her cherry, make her a woman, inaugurate her fanny and make her Monique forever! I woke up sweaty. What kind of dream was that? Premonition? Fear or just plain nonsense? I had a hard time going back to sleep.

I must have slept longer than normal, as Sandra woke me with a mug of coffee saying:

“I think you better get up now Honey, if you want to be in time for your appearance at the theatre.”

“What time is it?”

“Past ten, Honey.”

I jumped out of bed, but Sandra thought I still had four hours time, so I could start by quietly having my coffee. While I did she sat on the side of my bed watching me with a smile as I sat back down next to her and crossed my legs automatically. After the coffee I had a shower and shaved with special care. I found Sandra back in my room (had I mentally already taken possession of it?) and under her watchful eyes I got dressed. The new body stocking, plain black self supporting stockings, the new blouse and skirt. I wasn’t quite sure about the shoes, so Sandra recommended the grey ones.

“You can be sexy any time you like, Monique. Today you are applying for a job.” she said and right she was.

I could not have anything for breakfast, my stomach had tied itself into knots, so all I had was more coffee, before Sandra made me up. She put special effort into it and I looked really pretty. I got out the video I had had prepared in Hamburg, put some money, my passport, and the necessary cosmetics together with the video and the A to Z into my new handbag, put on the trench and was ready for the adventure. Today I had to go on the tube on my own, but luckily there were ticket machines. I gave myself plenty of time to get to the West End to make sure I was on time.

When I got about a quarter of an hour too early to the theatre I saw Florence getting out of a taxi. She paid the driver and was about to start for the door when I went up to her. She looked at me and asked:

“Are you here for ...” then surprised “Monique? Is that really you?”

“Yes, Florence, I am Monique.”

“WOW! Such a transformation in so short a time I would never have expected!”

“I had professional help, you know.”

“OK, but nevertheless ...”

“Well, I am a bit surprised myself.” I admitted “It is amazing, how well at home I feel in the clothes. But you must have known that already, when you told me about HRT and SRS.”

“Monique, you are such a pretty woman. And I admire your courage. I would really like to get to know you more.”

“I think we will have plenty of opportunity for that, when we work together. But I would really like to pose some questions to you about your perception of my personality. Perhaps we can go for drink later?”

“Sure, my evening is free today.”

“Great! Thanks a lot Florence.”

“Right, lets go for the lionesses den.” she giggled.