...Anyway, it didn't happen as I thought it would: perhaps after a long courtship and lots of preparatory kissing and cuddling. Or with the man who wa... to be my husband - that is how I always hoped it would be. That is how I always planned it would be. But this was unplanned, and I was totally unprepared for the new sensations that arose in me on Christmas night. I just didn't expect that a party at my Lolo's house would see me become a woman. I just thought we would spend the evening singing. It feels like shedoesn't trust me. This was her idea all along after all. We had a deal.Because, when it comes down to it, being Ellen isn't a nine to five job.There's no way I can just put her on in the morning and take her off atnight. I wouldn't even if I could. Shayna's right, being able to be awoman with other women is amazing. It's hot. I guess I can admit that tomyself. To you. It's hot. And I want to be the best Ellen I can be, evenif that Ellen is a man's version of what a woman is.My. Seeing Ellen’s expression as she eyed it gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach.“That… that’s impressive Josh,” she said to me. My sister looked brazenly delicious now sitting above me with her breasts swaying in the daylight from the window; and yet there was this icky, shameful sensation in the familiarity I shared with her for all those years of growing up together. For the longest time her body, however pretty, had been anything but of sexual interest to me. In my mind, Ellen’s body. None of the animals I was hunting were stupid enough to come out of their cozy dens. I was the smart one as I was sitting out in near zero temps waiting for them. (And they say man is the smartest mammal). Anyway, I came back to town on Saturday, just in time for a sorority dance being held that night. I should have stayed gone.Our "sister" sorority, Delta Zeta, was holding a king and queen type dance with voting to determine who would be the king and queen of the dance. The frat was obligated.