It all started with a Hen Night

In the bath after, the inevitable question came. I suppose it was only a matter of time.

"Paula, do you wish you were a woman? Do you want a sex change?"

"No...I like my tackle, I like it being inside you...Fantasising about being lesbian, doesn't mean I want to change my sex...I can't imagine sex with you if I had a vagina...Proper breasts would be nice though."

"Phew, I'm glad, I thought we might have pushed you too far... I like it inside me as well...You could have breast implants."

Implants sounded like a good idea, no more worryi...wait, pardon!

"What do you mean...did you just say WE?" I shouted.

After a lot of shouting, mostly by me, Kelly admitted that it was all a setup.

"Why ME?"

I stormed out and barricaded myself in the bedroom, without waiting for an explanation. What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here. I'd sold my place. Where would I stay? I couldn't go back to work. I didn't have any more male clothes. I sat on the bed and cried. One little word had changed and destroyed everything.

Kelly was crying and banging on the door, "It wasn't my idea...they put me up to it... Let me in...please... I love you, I always fancied you...let me talk to you....Paul."

I wouldn't listen.

I had loved Kelly, I had loved being dressed, how could she, how could they all have conspired to feminise me?

I packed an overnight bag.

Kelly was on the phone to Pam and Chris asking them for help in persuading me to listen.

The breasts, bras and gaffs were slung into a corner.

I pulled on some jeans and a T-shirt.

I was going to wait till all went quiet, then make a quick exit.