The divorce was final in two months. I owned only women’s clothing and lingerie. Joann let everyone know about the divorce. What we hadn’t considered was that her other friends, as well as colleagues, would want to fix her up with dates. Besides that, the same friends wanted to fix me up.
We put them off but realized that if we didn’t occasionally go out with men, everyone would think we were lesbians. We considered that but weren’t quite ready for that. As a result, we came to an agreement that we each could go on dates. “Maybe we will become a lesbian couple. But I think we need time.”
The meeting with the doctor went smoothly. We scheduled the breast augmentation. Doctor Williams started me on a course of hormones and explained the surgery. She said there was a chance might breasts would be either larger or slightly smaller than the C-cup I desired. The surgery was outpatient and after three weeks of recovery; I had beautiful tits. I was now a 36C. They looked very natural and we agreed they were perfect for my body. Joann and I had to go shopping for new bras, and she did buy me a balconette. Of course, I had to show them to Patty and Susie and wore a blouse to show off my new cleavage. I truly felt like a woman.
We were settling into our new life. Joann let her friends know that she wasn’t in the dating mood just yet. But then another issue arose that we hadn’t thought about. Joann was a very busy executive. She went to work every day. I was now a housewife. I didn’t mind that for a while. But I was getting bored.
Jo suggested I get a job. While I had skills, I had no history or references. Joann suggested I try a temp agency. “Hopefully, that could get you into something,” she said.
I interviewed with a well-known agency. I told the women I interviewed that I had just been divorced and had been out of the workforce for a long time. I told her I was a good typist and liked working with people.
She said, “You have another valuable asset. You are very attractive.”
“Thank you, but how does that help me?" I asked.
“Let’s be realistic. Good-looking women like you just don’t grow on trees. It gets you in the door at a major company. Big companies like having attractive women as receptionists. I’m sure I can get you a position at a major corporation. And the pay isn’t bad. What do you think?”
I realized that this was probably my best opportunity. She set up three interviews. Amazingly, one was with my former employer. The interviews went well, and all three offered me a position. I talked it over with Jo, and she was ecstatic.
The money was similar at all three. She said I should take the job at my old company. “You know the people and are familiar with what they do. It could lead to something better.”
That made sense, and I took the job. I knew how the former receptionist dressed, so I dressed in a similar style. I knew most of the people, and that made it easy for me to direct guests. My boss was the HR director, an attractive woman in her fifties who I had had some dealings with. My first week went very well.
Many of the men started flirting with me, including the married ones. A former female colleague told me that I looked familiar and wanted to know if we had met before. Two men asked me out on a date. I put them off, telling them I was seeing someone.
Joann was doing well in her job. She told me that she had to go to a fancy executive dinner that week along with a senior vice president and that he was picking her up. She told me, “Don’t worry. It’s not a date.”
I had just gotten home from work and when I walked in, Jo was standing there wearing a stunning skirt suit. “You look fantastic,” I told her.
“Thanks, sweetie. I have to dress to impress at these things.”
I was wearing a pink satin blouse and a black pencil skirt. “You look great as usual,” she complimented. “How many men hit on you today?” We giggled.
The doorbell rang, and I told Jo I’d get it. I opened the door and introduced myself as Jo’s housemate.
“My name is Jack Sanborn,” he said. “Nice to meet you. Jo said you girls have been friends since college.”
“Yes, we never expected to be roommates again at this age,” I said with the silly feminine giggle that I had developed.
Jo came in. “I see you and Jack have met. Jack, do you want a drink before we go?”
“Sure, maybe a glass of wine?”
I volunteered to get the wine. As I left the room, I heard Jack say, “Wow Joann, your roommate is very attractive and quite charming. Since you and I are the only single executives attending the dinner party tomorrow evening, do you think she might attend with me? I’m sure you can get a date.”
“I’ll ask her. Let me see if I can line up a date first.”
Joann got home early. She told me about Jack’s proposal.
“He seems quite taken by you. Do you want to go? It will be a very nice affair.”
“What do you think?” I responded. “And what about you?
“There is a guy I deal with who has asked me out a few times. We’ve had lunch. I should have told you. I could call him. I’m sure he’d go.”
“We’ve talked about having an occasional date, so maybe we should,” I said.
“You’re right. I’ll call him and if he can go, I’ll tell Jack he’s got a date. I think it’ll be fun.”
Of course, Jo got her date. She picked out a nice black dress that showed a little cleavage for me. “It’s about time to show off those beautiful breasts,” she said with a big smile. “And you can wear that new bra we bought.”
Joann looked fantastic in a dark blue satin dress with exposed shoulders. We were ready.
Joann’s date arrived, and she introduced him. “Elizabeth, this is Frank Jones.” We exchanged pleasantries. He was tall and very handsome. I experienced a tinge of jealousy. But I also knew that I had chosen to be a woman, and, as such, I understood.
They left, and soon after Jack arrived. “You look ravishing, Elizabeth,” he said when I opened the door. “Thank you so much for escorting me. Jo and I are always the odd ones out at these events. Everyone else is married. Could we have a glass of wine before we go? I’d like to get to know a little more about you if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” I responded.
We sat and talked for a while. Jack was charming, as well as very good-looking. After getting to know each other for ten minutes, he said we better get going.
Jack escorted me into the ballroom with his arm around my waist. Several people turned and stared. I was the new girl. Jack took me around and introduced me to all the executives. Many wives complimented me on my dress. It was obvious Jack was loving it.
We came to Joann and her date and Joann whispered to me, “Aren’t you the belle of the ball?”
We had cocktails and Jack introduced me to the president of the company. I was honestly having a great time.
We had dinner and, afterward, a small band set up and played music. Jack asked me to dance, and I saw Joann dancing with Frank. As the event was nearing its end, Joann came over. “Elizabeth, I’m going to the Ladies' room. Want to join me?”
We walked to one that was not the closest. She asked how my evening was going, and I told her I had a wonderful time.
“Listen, honey, Frank invited me back to his place for a nightcap. Do you mind if I go?”
“If you want to. You’re a single woman now,” I giggled. “Jack also invited me to his suite for a drink as well.”
“Jo, I’m not sure I’m ready for you to go to bed with another man.” I hesitated. “That's wrong. It wouldn’t be ‘another’ man.” We both laughed.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can tell you I don’t plan on fucking him. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I won’t lie. It’s nice being with a tall, masculine man. Don’t take it personally. I love you. But I also realize being with a man is kind of nice. Let’s just have fun, okay?”
“We’ll compare notes later. Let’s both get home by two, okay?” I suggested.
“Deal,” she said. Joann grabbed me and kissed me deeply. “I love you Elizabeth.”
“I love you too. Better fix our lipstick.”
We went off with our dates. Jack's suite was spacious, with a couch and even a small bar. He obtained glasses of wine and joined me on the couch. I told him I had a wonderful time. He told me that he did too.
After a more conversation, he leaned over and kissed me. We started making out. He pulled me close. I felt his hand move up my dress, cupping my left breast. It was the first time a man had touched my new tits. I was enjoying it. Then he deftly, and quickly pulled down the zipper on the back of my dress. With one hand, he undid the two clasps on the black lace bra I was wearing.
“Wow”, I thought. “This guy knows what he’s doing.”
I knew what was coming next. I was kind of looking forward to it. But obviously, he was not getting into my gaff-panties. I knew Jack’s cock was going to end up in my mouth.
He slowly and carefully pulled the dress off my shoulder. Having undone the clasps on my bra, it fell forward, exposing my breasts. He took a moment to admire them. He softly took one in his hand and massaged it lightly. Then he bent over and started kissing and lightly sucking on one nipple, then the other.
I reached over and started pulling down his zipper. He helped and pulled down his pants and then his underpants. A rather nice, thick erection stood up.
I stood up, letting my dress slip to my feet. I stepped out of it, letting my bra slip off and exposing the black lace waist-cincher attached with garters to my black, lace-top stockings. I was thinking, “I’m doing my first strip tease and loving it.” I was wearing a particularly strong and thick black lace gaff, just visible under the bottom of the waist-cincher. I stood there in my three-and-a-half-inch spike heels, letting Jack admire my perky breasts and great legs.