Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 02:25:41 -0500 (EST)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: My Lab Mistake part 2

Sixteen weeks had passed since I met the Bruja in Mexico, I was a changed
man, pun intended. Here I sat on a barstool. feeling more female than male.
Dressed as far as I knew as a classy woman. My body reacting to the silk
and  satin, to my new perfume and to the forbiddances of it all. Mostly I felt
ill, I  was not ready for this and every fiber of my being told me to
leave, to run away  and get back to the safety of my home. I reached in my purse
and opened my  wallet and dropped a twenty on the bar, with every intention
to get up and walk  straight to the door and never look back. I took one
last long draw on my Cosmo  for strength and was about to stand when a woman
sat down next to me and smiled.  I quickly realized she was a man or had once
been one, but I have to say it made  me feel safer, than if a man had just
plunked down.
"I don't know you sweetie'" She said with a very warm smile, and then
extended her hand to me in a limp fashion. "Veronica"
I panicked, I had never even thought of a name, Bill was my male name,
quick, Billie, no, too butch, not the way I felt inside. Willamina, god no. I
needed a name I was comfortable with, the first name I remembered from
school  was Linda, I always thought it was pretty and later found out it meant
pretty in  Spanish.
I offered my hand and managed Linda, how do you do?
"What are you drinking" she asked? I turned beet red I am sure but decided
to be honest, "I have never had one of these in my life, it's a
Cosmopolitan,  ech!"
Veronica laughed out loud with a knowing manner and made me chuckle as
well. Our faces lit up and some of the butterfly's in my tummy went away.
Let me buy you a real ladies drink, and she turned to signal the bartender
before I could respond.
When he came over she whispered in his ear and he smiled and left to do his
 magic.
Veronica turned all her attention to me and said "Honey, you remind me of
me my first night out, trust me we are all friends here and only want to be
ourselves." I managed a crooked smile and wished deep in my soul she was
right.
Our drinks came and we were faced with two shot glasses with dark liquid
with a ball of white thick liquid floating in them." This will warm your
knickers "she said and raised hers to a salute and downed it.
I felt silly if I didn't follow suit, so I tipped the glass skyward and let
 it slide down my throat. My body felt at first like it was on fire, then
quickly  warmed to a glow all over, my nipples especially seemed to react. I
looked at  her and she smiled a smile of a hundred years of knowledge. "
What is that scent  " S he asked?
"Scent"?
"Your perfume"?
"Oh, Oh my scent, well it is " I stammered and stalled, dammed if I could
remember, I was in such a state of freight when I purchased it, I don't even
 remember, just that I liked it. " I, it , I ."
Veronica began to giggle and threw her arms around me in a friendly hug.
busting out in laughter.
"It's OK sweetie, I really don't care, I am just being a friend."
She smelled delightful as she hugged me and for a moment I was a man on the
 prowl, wanting to take her in my arms and have her in the most immediate
way.  Then my mind quickly flashed on my shrinking penis and my current
attire and I  almost panicked again.
"Linda, please just be you with me, I am not here to judge you, we all have
 our secretes and fantasies, I will be your friend if you let me."
My defenses fell like a conquered empire and I suddenly realized I needed
an ally in my new world. It was like being back in college and realizing
how much you needed others feedback, except now I was in a  very vulnerable
position. Always the scientist, I decided to find out what  I could from
Veronica, so I held up my hand and signaled for another  round.

I spoke in generalities about my transition. Veronica confided she was on
hormones and headed toward a total sexual reassignment.  We had several
rounds and she became more intimate. Sharing more than quite frankly I was
prepared for. When we discussed breast, we had a real common thread, she
described how sensual her breast had become and I confided that mine had too.
Veronica went on to tell me she lived with two other transitioning women as
she  put it, and I was impressed. I had no idea until now how many men were in
a  state of transition. Men sounded so harsh in my brain, as I was thinking
lately  as myself as a woman. The scientist is a cruel master. Finally
after several  rounds, she asked me back to her place.
Now I was stumped, was I a man, a woman, a mate, a friend, a potential
roommate, which turned out to be the truth. I finally just said sure and we
stumbled out and hailed a cab.
Veronica had a three flat walk up, I would say Victorian but in my
condition, maybe not!
We made the third floor and she opened the apartment, it was lovely, nice
lavender paint and soft accents.
Her roommates were asleep, so she took me in the kitchen and we had a
drink. We laughed, and confided some secretes and then she reached forward and
kissed me gently on the lips. I responded of course being a male, but my
body  seemed to be more breast oriented than genitals. I was taken aback by
this.
At some point we must have gone to bed, because we awoke in each others
arms. I was content, but a little bit unsettled. We kissed and hugged and
Veronica got up for work and came back to kiss me goodbye, she left me a
business card from her design firm and said Call me.
Lying there in the bed, I realized it had been months since I had any sex,
much less something sexless that was so satisfying. I got up with a lilt in
my  step and began to get myself dressed. It was odd still to put on
panties and a  bra and a dress and to look at myself critically in the mirror and
have to  rearrange my hair before I could consider going out.
"Christ I am a woman" flashed in my mind, That was followed by "What the
hell is in those creams?
I practically ran home, hailing the first available cab and my voice be
damned, I blurted out my address.
In the sanctuary of my home, I vowed to sort this all out.
I now had two weeks of leave left and was wondering if I would return. If I
 did, would I return as a woman or a man? The question was legit,however I
knew  in my soul the answer.  I was a woman and content as one, now I had to
 pursue the formula and make sure I remained happy.

I decided a trip to Mexico was in my future, I had to revisit the Bruja and
 find out her design and formula. So early the next morning I made my
flight  reservations and a hotel. When I arrived in Mexico, traveling as a woman,
 because it just felt right, the customs people looked at my passport and
passed  me through but I heard them laughing as I passed. I blushed deeply
but in my  heart felt they did not understand. I proceeded to my Hotel and the
clerk looked  at me as if he knew me but proceeded to check me in. I
changed cloths in my  room, after a quick shower. I reapplied makeup and scent and
spent sometime on  my hair , then hailed a cab to take me to the tiny
village where the Bruja  lived. I was dropped off and had to take a deep breath
before knocking on the  side of her cardboard shack. My heart was racing. She
came to the door, a shadow  of her former self. Old and tired and barely
able to move. I grabbed her hand  and helped her to an chair.  We sat for what
seemed like a long time and  then she smiled weakly, saying" You are the
man who bought the cream?" I nodded.  She seemed to drift off into a sleep for
a few moments." I knew you would be a  good woman, "She said. I was kicked
in the stomach. my guts were ill at ease.  "You told mew this was a hair
growth hormone, I am now a woman!"
An almost silent cackle arose from her and she said in broken English" You
grew hair where you desired it, but your most intimate desire was to be
free of  your spiritual body"
It was like a kick to the chest, I suddenly knew what my heart had desired
all along. She locked eyes and smiled like an old shaman.
 We had a few seconds of eye contact before I realized how powerful  and
insightful she was.
I had in my soul always wanted to be a woman, to be all a woman could be,
now I was nearly one and had no regrets.
Her hands went to her chest and instinctively I knew she was dying. I
reached out and tried to administer mouth ton mouth, but she placed her hand on
my mouth and prevented me from proceeding. "All the cream I have left is
yours,  because you are a true woman, it will last you many years, I want you
to be  happy and embrace your real life. I will pass on and know you will be
the  woman  of my dreams and harm no other.  And with that she closed her
eyes.
My last words were from my science background, i asked, "W hat were the
ingredients?" She smiled weakly and passed away in my arms.

I spent a few days in her domain and discovered about a two years supply of
 the cream A s much as I searched, I never found any of the root products
that  made the compound.  God bless me if I didn't try!

I did however use up all the cream and go with the Brujas voice and become
a woman. I sent away for hormones which made my breast even more impressive
and  my penis shriveled to nothing, I eventually had reconstructive surgery
an now am  married to a sick freak who thinks I am the love of his life.;

:)