Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2007 16:20:01 +0000
From: caparelli john <cabellast@hotmail.com>
Subject: Old Buddie

As Dan Capenelli, I grew up a fairly normal youth and had numerous friends
throughout my childhood.  Steve Wrobels was what I would consider to be my
best friend and him and I stuck real close all through college.  But over
the years, we grew apart.  He was dedicated married man and so was I until
I made a discovery that changed my life for ever.  In my late 30's, I
discovered that I had transsexual desires and wished I was a women.  Why
that late in life? I don't know.  But spent a considerable amount of time
and money going to therapists and researching the topic on the internet.  I
decided to put these feelings away for a while knowing that any other
course of action would destroy my life and alienate me from my family.
Something I could not afford.

At my 20th high school reunion, I was reunited with my best friend, Steve
Wrobels and his wife who was a huge women - 300 lbs plus.  She had
obviously put on a few pounds since I last saw them.  The whole evening we
discussed our lives, a lot of catching up. They had three children by now,
but Steve had some real challenges in keeping a job.  Although an educated
man, he somehow could not stay in one position for longer than a few months
to a year.  The longest position he held was with AT & T for five years,
but that ended one day and he had to leave to leave and come back home to
Milwaukee, WI.  I told him I was sorry that his work life had been
demoralizing.  I, on the other had was making big bucks working for a local
car company and was doing well financially.  I saved my money in
anticipation that someday I too might fall on hard luck. Well that day was
not far off.  Sure enough, five years later, I lost my job and soon my life
began to spiral out of control.  I could not find a position that paid
nearly as well and the tension mounted as in desperation of find comparable
employment.  My wife of 20 years and I fought constantly about money and
she said I had better do something.  I hated all the remaining job
prospects in my area and soon realized I'd have to work far harder for less
money.  I was determined to avoid this scenario at any cost.

As time went on, I realized how I was going to pull this off.  I decided to
pursue my need to have a sex change!  I would get on hormones and develop a
feminine body.  Once I was far enough along, I would find a male lover,
hopefully someone older and with money - lots of it!  I would never work
another day in my life and all it would cost me would be my manhood - ouch!
Hey, being unemployed would get me no where with women anyway and my sex
life with my wife, or any other women for that matter was nothing.  She
wanted to have nothing to do with a unemployed looser and most other women
feel the same way.  So we divorced and I ended up living in a small
apartment where I could experiment with becoming the opposite sex.  I
researched websites, bought dresses at the goodwill along with a couple of
good wigs.

I was on my way to becoming the women of my dreams.  I was 5'8" and 180
lbs.
  In order to become passable, I had to loose 30 more lbs at least.  I
purchased a complete hormone package over the internet and began to take
them.  I would practice female mannerisms every night and dress in drag and
high heels.  I loved the new me!  I had a disease call alopecia
universalis, a rare condition where your immune system attacks hair
follicles - so I had no body hair.  Also, even as a male, I always had wide
hips and a good pair of man boobs to start.  When I was young I hated
getting teased with the guys in the locker room asking if I wore a bra?
Finally, my hands and feet were not very large, about the same size as a
women my same height - another factor in my favor.  Well, I lost the weight
getting down to 150 lbs through diet and working out like mad everyday.
Since I had no hair on my head, I had to get some real good wigs.  As this
turned out, it was OK, because I found out men are visual and enjoy looking
at an attractive female and being able to change from a blond, brunette, to
red head was one way to drive that fantasy home.

I had been working lower paying jobs at a major department store hoping to
move up.  Also, I was working as a Financial Services representative and
the two incomes barley paid the rent.  Wow, what turn for the worse my life
took over time.  I had gone from a high paid auto technical worker, to a
clerk in a matter of a few months.  Well, I was determined to have my sex
change and find a sugar daddy to take care of me.  In order to do this, I
knew I had to literally sculpt myself into not only a female, but a
gorgeous women of amazon proportions.  Had to fulfill trophy wife status
and anything short of that would leave me a second rate transsexual freak.
I had to be able to offer a man much more than what he could get with a
genetic female.  So I set out on my mission.  Over the months a head, I
began to save money and went to counseling.  I began a hormone regimen of
estrogen patches and anit-androgen medications.  My body was really
changing and I began to develop female contours.

Eight months had passed and your would never have known I was ever male.
With make up properly applied, a good wig, high heels and nothing else on,
I stood in front of a full length mirror admiring my absolutely stunning
feminine figure.  My waist had gone form a 34" to 30".  My breast
development was 34C and my hips were a robust 37".  No hair anywhere and my
skin was radiant and clear.  I worked out at a local gym and it was
becoming very obvious to some of the guys something was going on.  I was
told to find another gym that had facilities for people like me!

I decided to start living life as a women and had everything changed
legally.  My name was now Dana Perrozi and I was gorgeous.  I lost my job
as a financial services rep but the department store kept me on - so I
still had one job at least.  I work dresses and make-up everyday and yes,
it was uncomfortable at first.  I transferred to a different store and
assumed a female identify at that location.

Finally, that day came to have the surgery - 18 months after I had
originally set out on my journey.  Being from Wisconsin, I had decided to
had the surgery in Neenah, WI where they perform numerous SRS operations
each year.  Went in on a Monday, and left on that Friday - yes! I finally
reached womanhood, I was complete.  I was so anxious to heal up and assume
a life as a female in our society.  I know, easier said than done.  I spent
the next several weeks caring for myself and found a live in companion,
another transgender MtF named Jenny.  Jenny was older than I was and took
good care of me for weeks with the understanding that I would return the
favor when she would have here SRS.  I had to dilate my new vagina in order
to keep it from closing up.  This was painful and I was loosing patience
for a while.  Finally, everything seemed to heal up and I decided to go
back to work - now as Dana Perrozi, Financial Analyst for the department
store.  Yes, I actually got a different job.  Things were looking up
finally.  Anyway, I decided to go shopping and bought a number of new
outfits - all business casual.  But I did make a stop at Victoria's Secrets
to pick up a beautiful satin robe with an ulterior motive in mind.

Put my picture on the website for transgender singles asking to meet a man.
I go nothing but hits from perverts - guys wanting me to give them a blow
job and swallow there cum - huh! Fat chance of that ever happening.
Anyway, no one decent wrote in and I became discouraged.  One evening, I
was getting ready to take a shower and Jenny peeked in while I was ready to
step into the shower.  She saw me naked and make a comment on how
voluptuous I was and any man would be lucky to have me in the sack - wig or
no wig.

This made me feel good, but no disrespect intended, I need to get an
opinion form a real man - or someone close to that anyway.  I decided to
contact an old buddie. That's right, the guy I mentioned earlier in the
story - Steve Wrobels.  He was in town and I felt this compelling need to
tell him about my transition to the opposite sex. I had not seen him for
five years and boy did I change.  I think I had his e-mail, so I dropped
him a line. I told him to meet me at a Best Western hotel in his neck of
the woods.  I was living just a few miles north but decided to check into
the hotel as a guest just for this meeting.  I called him the next day and
said I was in town and we should meet for a drink after work.  He said that
was OK, but not for long because he had to get home to watch the kids.  I
said that was fine but he should be in for a bit of a surprise.  There was
a pause on the other end and he said "surprise" what could that be.  I said
it's something I have to show you.  He was puzzled and wanted to know what
was going on.  I said it would have to wait until tomorrow.

Finally that day came and I could see him as I pulled up in my car. My
heart was pounding as I first went to my room to reapply my make up and put
on amore revealing dress.  I finally worked up the guts to leave the room
and meet him.  I stepped out of the room knowing full well I was about to
rock my friends' world.  He was sitting down when I approached, I said
Steve Wrobels, he said yes, I said I was your good buddie Dave , my new
name is Dana Perrozi.  His eye just about popped out of his socket as he
took in the new view!  Oh my god!  What happened!  I sat down and explained
the whole thing to him and what I had gone through these past six years.
He simply could not believe his eyes and the transformation I had
undergone.  I explained all bout how I had always wanted to be female but
was deathly afraid to reveal that.  About 2 hours had passed and we were on
our third drink.  By that time, I decided it was time to do what I had set
out to do - get a mans'opinion on the new me!  Steve was somewhat a
religious man but I felt I was doing nothing wrong.  I decided to create an
excuse to get him alone in my room.  I said I had some things of
sentimental value I wanted to share with him and asked if he could stop up
with me for a minute.  Miraculously, he agreed!

So up to my room we went my hear pounding the whole time. As we entered and
I told him to take a seat facing the balcony.  I went to my room, heart
pounding out of my chest with excitement, slipped off my cloths and put on
a pearl necklace, high heals and the beautiful satin robe that I had
purchased from Victoria's secret.  I walked out of the room and said,
"Steve, I really need your opinion on something".  Naively he said sure, he
was still facing the balcony.  I stood right in front of him and said,
could you please take a look and let me know what you think. Before I let
him respond, I removed the robe allowing it to fall to the floor exposing
all of my feminine glory!  There I was, a beautiful brunette in the buff
standing in front of the guy I grew up with and played sports with.  I
could see the look on his face of absolute excitement! I said, so what do
you think?  Your looking at the results of modern chemistry and surgery.
My breasts are all natural - no silicon, they developed through hormone
treatment.  My hips got real wide as you can see. I spun around to show him
by backside and asked, "As you can see, my buttocks have that feminine
curvaceous slope, don't you think?"  I turned again and pointed down there
and said "I'm fully functional as a women and can engage in sexual
relations".  So, what do you think?  Steve was at a loss for words and was
simply in a state of mild shock due to my audacious presentation.  I was
really anxious to test the new equipment and said "Steve, how about you
staying a few minutes more and go for a ride?  This further shocked him and
said "no way, I'm not gay" I said that there was nothing gay about it, I
was post-op which meant I had a vagina, no sign of your "old buddie"
anymore.

Steve, do you like what you see?  Please tell me honestly, am I sexually
attractive to you?  Without hesitation he said "Yes".  I said "Steve,
you're 45 years old and have a wife at home who I know you love, but is she
fulfilling you sexual needs? Does she make you feel like a man?"  I could
see the look in his eyes, as he responded "no".  Steve, what are you
waiting for, we can both fulfill our sexual needs and no one has to know.
I decided the situation needed a "jump start".  I got closer to him and
allowed him a good look at my body and told him to touch me anywhere he
wanted.  He reached out and touched my left breast and soon realized I was
in fact a women.  I convinced him to take off his clothes and we them
embraced and I could already feel his manhood coming to attention.  Yes, it
was a beautiful sight, he was getting an erection that I had initiated.

I sat him down on the bed and began to give him an oral going over
engulfing his penis and testicles.  He loved it and I could tell he was
staying put for a while.  I didn't want him to come right away, so I
stopped and said, it's time that I experience penetration, that's right,
I'm a virgin still.  I laid down on the bed and spread eagle waiting for
him to follow suit!  Steve didn't waste much time as he jumped right on me
and began to go to town.  It was pure ecstasy as I could feel his manhood
plunge into me.  It was painful at first, but I had him apply a lubricant
and saved the situation.  He pounded away and I watched his eyes as he
gazed upon the display of feminine beauty that was once his childhood best
friend.
  Throughout the ride, he reached down and grabbed my ass and said "you
have a great ass and I need to brace myself".  I could feel the sexual
energy as he went in and out of me.  All of a sudden, he picked up the
intensity and I knew from being male myself at one time, he was getting
ready to let loose.  A few seconds latter, he did and I felt his orgasmic
surge as he shot his ejaculate up inside me!  I felt like a real women at
that point and was just taking great pleasure knowing I had reached my
ultimate goal - sexual power.  We got cleaned up and got something to eat,
then went our separate ways.

I didn't see Steve Wrobels after that experience, but I do receive an
occasional e-mail every now and then from him asking were I am and what I'm
doing.  I wrote back and told him that I was engaged to a guy I meet
on-line.  This gentleman was much older at 59, (I'm 44) but that's what I
always wanted to be a trophy wife of someone who could afford to keep me in
the life style I want.  My soon to be husband owns a lot of property in New
Mexico and Nevada which he still manages.  Sipping tropical drinks by the
pool in a bikini and frequenting upper scale shopping malls is a life style
I can handle.  All I had to do is give up my manhood and become a good
"piece of ass" providing sexual gratification on demand - how exciting!