.. I mean... You'vemade me into a woman!"She cocks her head on one side. "Isn't that what you wanted?" No, yes. Of course, but..." Maybe you need more...time to get used to the idea of being a woman,Beth. To look forward to those things that turn a girl into a woman?"The texture of my thigh feels suddenly different, I look and see my legsbared for all to see by a pair of very high cut, stonewashed denimshorts, I'm wearing opaque, black tights and flat brown ankle boots, theshape of my smaller. When I was done eating I stayed at the table in only my boxers and had more coffee. I thought about work, about stuff that needed doing at the shop this week, and I thought about Colleen and the things we had talked about the night before. I felt bad for her, because I surely knew what she was feeling and thinking, yes I certainly did. When Heather and I first broke up, once I got over the shock of my marriage imploding, I was scared shitless that I was never going to get laid again — damaged. Morris removed my bandages.The first bandages the doctor removed were on my face. He removed thepacking from nose, unwound the wrap around my eyes, and peeled the tapeoff the outside of my nose. He gingerly touched my skin and had a broadgrin on his face. Next, he had me stand up. One of the assisting nurseshelped him undo my constricting body garment that was being used to holdthe implants in place as well as compress my waist where the fat wasremoved. Again he smiled and nodded his head as. "What did I tell you. He, no,she is a girl named Greta."Then she motioned for me to stand up. "There is something wrong.Oh yes, you don't look like a girl so we should make all theeffort to make you look as close as possible to your new gender.We don't want anybody to think you are a boy or even a man. Youwouldn't want to embarrass us to be seen around a sissy." She laughed out loud."Nobody would think you are a man anyway, even now. Look at you,you are pathetic. You'll be a much better maid.