detected in her But, it was the

tone.

"I am truly sorry, Chrissy.

only way you could stay here. And

I wanted you to stay.

It was the only way you

could be truly happy and I wanted that for you most of all."

By Friday, Chrissy was walking stiffly around her (a new pronoun for a new gender) room. The catheter was removed after a few days and, because of Chrissy's amazingly rapid healing process, her -new anatomy was unwrapped for good after just two weeks.

Besides the completely reworked anatomy, the hardest thing Chrissy had to acclimate to was using toilet paper after every lavatory visit. least it was a simple straight reach while sitting.

At

Andrea and Dr. Brown supervised her regimen of regular exercise as Chrissy slowly gained strength so that, by the end of the fourth week, she was allowed to return to work.

Of course, the only reasonable clothes to wear, at first anyway, were skirts. True to form, Judy provided several wardrobe additions, work and casual skirts and dresses, and she had had all Chrissy's pants and slacks subtly altered in the crotch area to tighten the fit and give her a flatter image, seemingly emphasizing her new status in a very physical way. In fact, some of those pants were now so tight it looked like they were painted on. Chrissy's previous plumbing would never have been concealable beneath those alterations. For medical reasons girdles were out of the question for at least another month, but they were no longer needed to provide a smooth front anyway. There was now only the slight and very ordinary appearing feminine hillock beneath her panties.

One evening, with Andrea's consent, Chrissy decided to go swimming. When she went to the

dresser to collect her suit it was missing!

The

bulky cotton one-piece suit was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, she wondered if there had been some tampering with her belongings. carefully searched again.

"Oh, good grief!" she exclaimed.

She very

What she found was not altogether unexpected but hardly what she wanted to find. The thin flimsy material of the several tiny bikini suits she had finally located provided hardly any cover at all. There were several pairs, white, black, yellow, pink, even dark blue polka dot on light blue. She could hold each pair in a single fist and barely tell that the hand contained anything at all.

Shaking her head hopelessly, Chrissy selected the yellow string bikini. The bottom half consisted of the BARE necessities, a small triangle of yellow nylon attached to two elastic strings. It barely covered her pubic patch with the strings hitched up over her hips. The halter was almost two small circles that didn't cover half of what there was to cover, with an elasticized strings that tied at her back and behind her neck. It felt like it would never stay on, but it did. However, the most embarrassing

event took place when she arrived at the pool. Fully half the staff was there, all in tiny bikinis exactly like hers except for their many colors. As Chrissy entered from the dressing rooms, a great roar of applause arose from her fellow workers. The moment was very awkward for her, but she also realized that she now had what she had wanted all along, complete and total approval and acceptance. But, was it worth it? She didn't know for sure but that moment felt very very good.

continued in Guys in Gowns # 11 *

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