When the alarm clock went off I woke up super early this morning feeling good that I began to think it was going to be a great day. There were no signs that things would be so horrible but that's never stopped tragedy from striking in any way before. I had my first wet dream as a full-fledged post-op trans fem in my newly refurbished bedroom and I thought that would've been the most perfect way to get a good omen. My modern mansion has proven to start my day off in the best of moods since after all. Last night's dream was of me having sex for the first time with my new boss who was the one to give me my first real break in the music industry before my surgeries. Once I started working as a freelance music producer for Fierce & Bold Music label I hopped right on the operating table every chance I got. When I wasn't on the table I was designing musical tracks for artists for the company in between healing periods. I had finally been able to come out of this physical cocoon after thirty-three years of incubation. I got Vaginoplasty, a BBL, my Addams Apple shaven, my vocal cords tightened, I just healed from my new nose job and cheek implants to finalize my facial feminization and that was it, that was all I needed to change to feel like the person I've pictured myself as ever since I was young. My genetics blessed me with C Cup boobs that made me look properly portioned with my new toned body that I worked hard to get as I battled my dysphoria. I have recovered from the last of my surgeries to look more presentable and sound more feminine when I publicly show myself to the world of Music Productions and I couldn't be more excited. Now that I'm done I'm ready to show the world the person that's been dying to come out for them to see and I plan to show everything off as much as possible. I feel incredible that I didn't have to do a lot of work on my body as I was given the best of the genetic blueprints that my family had provided. With the hassle and pain I have gone through so far I can't imagine how the rest of my community members do more but I also praise them for going all out if they have to. Throwing my covers off me and sliding my legs over my bed I got out of bed and walked over to my full-length mirror to admire the final results and immediately felt happiness wash over me and felt ready to tackle the world. My shock at seeing the fruits of my labor seems to never want to fade any time soon. My freshly bleached body catches me off guard due to my body being spotty-tanned for years prior from being clothed differently throughout the summer months for a very long time. The spottiness came from the different amounts of clothing I would wear on the days I felt more or less insecure about whatever body part I happened to be self-conscious about ever since I was young. Looking back now I feel silly about it but I couldn't help but feel insecure in the early stages of my transition. As I walked over to my dressers and closets picking out the outfit I was going to wear when I went back into the office building that had become the headquarters of the music label I remembered that the worst part of the whole experience was being overlooked due to not being biologically born as a female. Being too fresh in the transitioning stage that the women I was looking for didn't have me as one of their preferences left an impression on my psyche. I know it's irrational to develop a complex over someone else' preferences and that it is foolish for someone in their later years. Still, I would like to blame my hormones for being thrown into a chaotic whirlwind due to the medications which is pretty much what I've begun calling my second puberty stage since I was going through all the things the girls do as TV teenagers. I chuckled at myself for feeling so childish when I was turning thirty at the time of going on my hormonal reassignment therapy. Walking into my bathroom, I strip off my brown silky pajama set then my black lace panties, and tossed them into the large laundry basket that's close to the doorway. I walked over to the walk-in shower with a waterfall shower head furthest to the right because I had drawn out the design I felt more comfortable walking into. As I dialed up the temperature of the water on the digital panel outside of the shower to the regular heating of my preferred shower water I walked to the left side where I could be safe from the water to test if my body would accept what I crave. Cautiously walking under the water I prayed I could withstand the scolding heaven, I was relieved that I could be under the grace of the hot water and that it wouldn't freeze me after I walked out. Filled with enjoyment so far I walked fully under the water to soak my hair and I felt the full embrace of the water coming down that I began to moan to myself. My hands dropped to my thighs at the same time as if to follow my head. As I let the water pour down my entire body from the back of my neck to my back, going over my ass as the sensation caused me to moan gripping at my thighs. I felt teased as the water went down my crack turning me on. I slowly raised my head feeling the warmth of the water sending a ball rolling through my entire body. Since the setting of the shower head was set to massage it was clawing through the hair on the back of my head where I was the most sensitive as I lifted my head. I closed my eyes so I could imagine that I had the woman of my dreams combing her fine fingers through the strands of my dark brunette hair as we kissed under the pouring water. Seeing her through closed eyes smirking with mischief in her sparkling brown eyes her milk chocolate skin glistening as the water cascaded down her curves when my fantasy was interrupted by a notification on my shower's glass door letting me know Julie, my helper that I hired to recover from the surgeries with little to no issues, was calling me. Annoyed from being sexually frustrated due to this horrible timing I stepped out of the shower and turned off the water. Walking to the phone I grabbed it off the wall near the door that leads into my room and walked to the counter in my bathroom that had my makeup products on top with a stool underneath, pulling it out, sat down, and with closed eyes I answered the call.
"What is it, Julie?" I was sure she could hear the annoyance in my voice because she took some time to respond more professionally.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so early Ms. Furr, but there's an important visitor here who wishes to speak to you ASAP." She sounded cryptic and anxious which isn't normal unless she's around two people. Neither of them should know where I live unless they found one of my private socials that lists my address but even then I haven't even accepted any of the major owners of the label to my knowledge.
"How very cryptic of you. Is this visitor by any chance near you right now?" I needed to know who decided to invade my privacy this early in the fucking morning but luckily I didn't have to wait to be provided the answer when someone else's voice came over Julie's phone.
"Hello, Ms. Furr." It was seductive and mysterious but that voice was unmistakable. My eyes widened faster than Speedy Gonzales when he ran from Sylvester to get food for his family because I was so taken off guard that I immediately stood up at attention on instinct and nearly slipped on the small puddle that formed from the water that was gathering at my feet as it rolled off my body. I could feel the sweat forming on my face as I steadied myself and panting. I've only seen her like five times, not including her picture on her email profile photo and seeing her in my dreams just this morning, and heard her speak twice within the past year since I started working at the label. She's the type to leave an impression the first time you make her acquaintance which made this the most awkward thing I had to deal with this early in the day. The first time I saw her was when I went to the studio on the twelfth floor and I was allowed to show what my skills are on the spot. All it took was a couple of simple but informative questions about the artist's type of singing and finding the inspiration behind the message and I designed the best instrumentals I could and was hired on the spot. The face Ms. Sparks had given when I took control of the soundboards and the computers with the latest Logic Studio software which was my element since that's what I use personally as well. Even though I was given the rest of the day to make something at least presentable I got so invested in the project that I couldn't help but be invested in the excitement that I had at that moment that I had to make it one of my best and I took no breaks for the four hours of the day that was left. When I was finished I apologized to everyone that I bossed around and thanked them for their assistance even if I was permitted to instruct them to do as I needed them to. That's when the most beautiful woman I have ever seen walked in with everyone to listen to the finalized product. As the speakers of the studio of my dreams played the sample for them all I could think about was how amazing this woman looked. Her locs were so long that they came down to almost touching her butt which was perfectly rounded with hips that filled her frame that fit an Egyptian goddess. As she walked passed me her perfume was so sweet the aroma reminded me of fall. Her skin was so clear and smooth that I couldn't help but compare it to the milk chocolate that it resembled as it shone as the lights from the ceiling passed over her exposed shoulders. Her white jumper flowed just as beautifully as her personality was as she maneuvered to see what I had done. When she turned her head to me I could see her eyes were this golden brown hue that sparkled like zircon but they also left me a little unsettled I was pretty sure she saw right through me since she cleared her throat as she stood up straight and congratulated me on my work. My eyes lit up like the starry night painting. I know she saw that because she smiled and walked away but for a split second before her face was replaced with the back of her head I saw her expression shift to disappointment. I started to feel like I failed when she asked how soon could I start. I told her that I could start any time. All I asked was to be allowed to work as a freelancer for the first year as I got the recognition for each piece I was in charge of. The guy speaking was so unsure about this request but that woman that seemed to have the boos woman energy turned around and asked why. I told her it was because I was about to go through the surgeries and I had a lot of doctor visits I had to go to across the country and once the healing of my final surgery was done I'd love the chance to work full time. Even though she was there the whole time only leaving to take her lunch break I was sure she didn't care much and expected her not to accept my request but she shocked not only me but everyone else when she granted me my request. The next and last time I was able to hear her voice was when she was upset with the person over the phone in a room designated for recovery for those going through stress during work hours. I only knew she was yelling on the phone because I took the headphones I had on while working on the project that got me this opportunity I didn't realize I opened the wrong door when my sudden appearance took her by surprise so I apologized that moment and left embarrassed. I never forget that day though because it's her who occupied my dreams since then and I could tell I'd become obsessed so I was glad she was more busy than I hoped for. I couldn't imagine the kind of fool I'd make myself into if I worked closer with her.
She coughed over the phone and snapped me out of my flashback. "Ms. Sparks?" I exclaimed in complete shock. Before I could answer Ms. Sparks spoke up first.
"This is Lucy, right?" You could hear the mild shock and suspicion in her voice.
I had forgotten that I had taken a leave of absence before I got my vocal cords tightened so Ms. Sparks has no clue what I sound like anymore if she even remembers me as I was at all.
"Yes, Ms. Sparks this is Lucy. After all of the minor alterations done to me under the knife that is." I informed her with uncertainty in my feelings.
"But they're not minor, now are they?" She retorted with understanding and acceptance in her voice. "I mean, not really because regardless of how many things were altered and how much plastic was used the most was done for you to become the woman you are now. Am I wrong?"
She was right to state that I was just shocked. I had just thought she didn't remember me as I did her but I might be wrong. It might just be me looking for hope where there isn't any but she did look for my address for a reason and I might just be in luck so I feel as though I should take advantage of this as much as possible. I might not have that much plastic in me and I may not have gotten a lot done to me but the surgeries aren't as minor as some people would like to acknowledge and Ms. Sparks seems to understand that.
"You're right, Ms. Sparks," I finally say with a smirk forming on my lips. "Unfortunately you caught me in the middle of my new morning routine that is required for me to do since completing my much-needed transformation. I would need to get back to that before I can come down and greet you."
"I understand. I'll take my leave then…" she began but I had cut her off because I wasn't about to let this opportunity escape me.
"No need to leave so suddenly Ms. Sparks. It won't take but a moment to finish and I'll be down in less than two hours." Then I lowered my voice as I practiced daily to master the art of temptation to instill a sense of anticipation in someone. "You might just enjoy the new me that has come forth after all the work I've put into emerging from my cocoon." I wasn't sure if it worked at first because she was silent for a bit until she reassured me that she'd be here waiting for me. I wasn't exactly sure what happened but it seemed that she definitely took the bait and now I'm rushing to get everything done properly but quickly so I can show off to my boss. Out of anyone in the whole world, I wanted to see her reaction the most.
When I finished cleaning myself in the shower I rushed to put on my long black U-neck dress that cut off at the shins. It hugged my curves and brought my hips and thighs. My liposuction from my stomach to show the hourglass shape I had from the start was popping out so well that I had to fight the urge to take a photo of myself so I could get all my other accessories on. I grabbed my Asbovesolow necklace and clipped it on, letting the pendant rest against my open cleavage, then grabbed my waistbelt with fake red stones. Rushing back to the bathroom I picked up my brush to get all the tangles out of my long wavey brunette hair. after I applied my perfume and makeup I went to my closet and grabbed these red heels with a black web pattern lace covering the sides with a silver chain dangling on the back of each with a spider web pendant hanging at the bottom. I took one last look at the full-length mirror and as satisfied as possible when I took off the belt because I decided against it I grabbed my silver purse and opened my door to head downstairs.