Becoming Amy! - Ch. 11

I woke up the next morning to the chime of a text from Charlie. I sighed but decided enough was enough and looked at his text. It started the same way as always. "😍 Amy, I really need to see you, it's been too long."

"I agree, Charlie. A lot has happened since the last time I saw you; we need to talk."

"Where do you want to meet, baby?"

"I'd prefer to meet at my parent's house. I'll see you in two hours." I sent him their address.

Of course, his text ended this way. "💋"

After bathing and putting on daytime makeup, I dressed way down in a loose-fitting pants suit and tank top with flats. Two hours later, the doorbell rang. Charlie was standing sideways and wouldn't turn to look at me. "Come in, Charlie, what's on your mind?"

When he turned to face me, I saw he was bruised, badly. He had a black eye and a swollen cheek. He'd been beaten. "Oh no, what the hell happened?" I hurried him into the living room and got an ice pack for his face. I grabbed some Extra-Strength Tylenol and shoved them into his other hand while putting a glass of water on the table next to him.

"I-I-I told my father about you, about us. He called me a sissy-loving faggot and punched me over and over until I was able to get out of the house and get away."

Just then, someone began pounding on the front door. Charlie looked up in fear. I went to the front door and opened it. I was shoved aside and knocked to the ground as a man stepped over me and approached Charlie. "Fucking sissy lover. Think you can get away from me that easily? Is this the faggot sissy you've been fucking?" It was Charlie's dad. He reeked of alcohol. He walked towards Charlie with an upraised fist.

He began to swing at Charlie and his arm just stopped mid-punch. One moment he was swinging at Charlie, the next his arm wasn't moving. I looked up from the ground where his dad had knocked me down. My dad's huge hand was enveloping Charlie's dad's forearm, holding him immobile.

"You-fucking-prejudiced-piece-of-shit! It's bad enough you hurt your own son because your mind is so twisted but when you pushed my daughter aside and knocked her down, now you've got a problem with me. A big problem. And you broke into my home; you weren't invited. YOU BROKE INTO MY HOME!" My dad screamed this last sentence into his ear.

That scream seemed to break through his alcohol-induced fog, and he shook his head to clear it and take stock of his surroundings. My dad's scream was so loud, Tom came running over from next door. "Is-is-is...." his voice trailed off as he saw what was happening. My mother had run into the room and helped me to my feet.

"Amy," Tom said. "Get Charlie and take him to my house." He looked at my father and my father just nodded. The glacial rage and sheer indifference were looks I'd never seen on my dad's face before. Suddenly, I was very afraid for Charlie's father. I helped Charlie stand up. As we were walking out the back door, I heard my father say, almost too softly, "Anong, call the police. Now. Tell them I will not let this home invader loose until they show up and put him in handcuffs."

I took Charlie out the back door into Tom's kitchen. When he was seated and holding the ice pack to his face, I got him a second one. It wasn't long before we heard sirens and saw flashing lights as they pulled up to my house. Less than 30 minutes later, Tom, mom, and dad walked into Tom's kitchen where I was playing nurse to Charlie.

My dad walked over and knelt down in front of Charlie. He'd been a medic in the frontlines overseas, it was something he never talked about. He touched Charlie's face gently; Charlie winced from time-to-time. "I don't think there's anything broken boy, but...."

"Charlie, dad, his name is Charlie."

My father stared at me for a second then turned back. "I don't think there's anything broken, Charlie, but you need to be sure. Facial bones are nothing to play with. You need to get X-rays, the sooner the better."

"He can't drive in this condition, Nils. I'll take him to the hospital. Take Amy back home, she might be in shock."

My father took one look at me and nodded. I was white faced, breathing much too shallowly, and trembling. My father picked me up like a little child and carried me to my bedroom, my mother following close behind. "Anong, help Amy into some PJs and get her into bed while I make some tea for her."

I was sitting up in bed when dad came in with some lemon tea and honey. "Sip this baby, it will help you relax. It's decaf so it won't rev your engine." The two of them sat with me while I drank my tea. I don't remember going to sleep but the events of the day had been too much, and I must have passed out from exhaustion.

I woke up. Tom was sitting on the edge of my bed, just staring at me. He was brushing a strand of hair from my face. When he realized I was awake, he jerked his hand back like he'd touched a hot poker. "How are you feeling?"

"OK, a little sore from getting knocked down, but OK. How's Charlie?"

"His X-Rays were negative, but they wanted to keep him overnight. They thought he might have a concussion. I'm going to let him stay in my spare bedroom for a few days while he gets his bearings. I don't think he's going to want to move back home. And I'm sure you'll enjoy having him next door, even if it's only for a few days."

My eyes opened wide. "Tom." I said softly. He wouldn't look at me. "Tom." He still wouldn't look at me. "Look -- at -- me. If you make me scream your name, my parents are going to come running in here wondering what the fuck is going on."

He reluctantly turned to face me.

I grabbed his hand, he started to pull his hand away, but I squeezed harder. "Thank you. Thank you for Charlie, thank you for me. But I am NOT going to enjoy having Charlie next door for any of the reasons you're thinking. I invited him over today to tell him it was over between us. Yes, we slept together. Yes, the sex was great. But I don't have feelings for him, certainly not the type of feelings he was starting to show towards me. I didn't want to lead him on."

He squeezed my hand back gently. "You're becoming quite the woman, Amy Loy-Blom."

"Amy Blom. I want to be Amy Blom. I am GOING to be Amy Blom. Amy Loy was just a transitional persona. You've made love to Amy Loy, but you've never made love to Amy Blom. I hope we get that chance someday."

A single tear rolled slowly down his cheek from the corner of his eye. By coincidence, it dropped onto my lips. "I can't remember the last time I tasted something this amazing." I said as I licked his tear from my lips. He got up abruptly and left without saying goodbye to me. I could hear him saying goodbye to my parents downstairs. A single tear rolled slowly down my cheek from the corner of my eye. It just landed on my pillow.

On Monday, Amy went to school. It wasn't just going to be Professor Shanahan's Philosophy class and it wasn't going to be just one time. Amy Blom was going to finish the semester, not Amphai Blom. I stopped at the registrar's office to inform them. No one batted an eye. Clearly, I wasn't the first student who decided to transition in the middle of the school year.

As class was ending, Professor Shanahan said, "Ms. Blom, could you please remain after? I'd like to speak with you."

Curious, I stayed. "Amy, I know you haven't made any permanent decisions yet, but I wanted to let you know of an opportunity. I have a friend who's a Professor in the Biology Department. He and another Professor from Chemistry are getting ready to begin an experiment. He was telling me about it, and I thought of you. It's something I thought you might be interested in. His name is Professor Wechseln. Here's his office number. He'll be there all day today interviewing potential candidates."

"Thank you for thinking of me, Professor Shanahan. That's kind of you."

"Please Amy, when we're alone like this, I'd really like it if you'd call me Stephen."

"Thank you, Stephen." I stepped into him, hugging him tightly, pressing my body against him while I kissed him on the cheek. I could feel him trembling.

He groaned. "Shit, Amy. You are SO fucking sexy. I have another class starting in 15 minutes. You better go. I don't want to have to teach it from behind my desk because I have some raging hard-on."

I giggled as I sashayed out the door, putting a little extra wiggle in my walk so he could see the way my ass cheeks rolled inside my skinny jeans.

"So, that's the summary, Ms. Blom. Professor Găibiàn and I are running a hormonal transition experiment with a single variable. We'll be testing the potential effects of an experimental accelerant added to the hormone therapy. This will be a blind screening; participants will be selected at random. 1/2 of the group will be the control group and will receive standard transition hormones only; 1/2 of the group will be the experimental group and will also receive the accelerant. Are you interested? Do you wish to participate?"

It didn't take me long to decide. "Yes, Professor, yes. I'd like to be part of this."

I filled out all the consent forms. Professor Wechseln sent me to Professor Găibiàn. She took all of my measurements. I had to slip out of my silicone prosthetics before she did so. From there, I went to see the pharmacist, Ms. Cambiar.

"Please take one of the tiles from this bowl. There are just two different tiles; only I know what they mean. Even Professors Wechseln and Găibiàn won't know who is in what group." I selected my tile and handed it to her. She nodded and added my name to one of two lists. "Here is your first week's supply. You will come back each week to receive another supply and to have your measurements taken by Professor Găibiàn. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Ms. Cambiar. Everything has been explained clearly and simply. Thank you."

When I got home that night, I told mom and dad what I had done. They didn't appear surprised at all, maybe a little fearful because of the experimental nature of the accelerant if that's the group I wound up in, but they were very supportive.

By the end of the first week, I was pretty much sure I was in the group with the hormonal accelerant. I stopped wearing my prosthetics. My already tiny penis was shrinking, my hips and butt were rounding out and I had defined breasts. I showed up a week later to have my measurements taken and to get my second week's supply.

Halfway through the second week, I was convinced I was in the accelerant group. My face had gotten softer, smoother, rounder. Even my lips were plumper. My butt and hips continued to round and now I had real breasts, more-than-a-handful breasts. By the time I went back for my third week's supply, I needed to wear a bra all the time. I REALLY needed to wear a bra all the time. My physical bustline measurements were 35B, no silicone enhancements needed.

When I went back for the third week's supply, even Professor Găibiàn commented. "You appear to be on the upper end of the bell curve in terms of bodily changes. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask your permission to let Ms. Cambiar take a blood sample. I'd like to study it in detail."

"Certainly, Professor. I want to do everything I can to cooperate with and help your experiment."

"Baby, how much longer does this experiment last?" my dad asked one morning.

I understood his trepidation. I was going back for my fourth week's supply later that day. There was no trace of Amphai left in my mirror. My skin was smooth, my face was softer, and I had a killer body. My actual measurements were now 35D-23-36. "Um, this is the last week, dad. This is a four-week experiment. Professor Wechseln and Professor Găibiàn both felt there should be a statistically significant difference between the experimental group and control group by the end of week four."

"If I was a betting man, I'd bet you were in the accelerant group. The changes you've gone through have been nothing short of amazing. I hope you're pleased with the results. I hope you don't have any regrets."

"No regrets, dad, no regrets. I love the woman looking back at me from the mirror."

My measurements didn't change that much the last week. My body just continued to round out, my skin continued to look softer. I had virtually no facial hair and absolutely no visible body hair at all. There were no angles left anywhere, my body was firm, plump and soft all at the same time. The hair on my head was thicker, sleek and lustrous. It was almost halfway down my back.

To absolutely no one's surprise, it turned out I was in the experimental group with the hormone accelerant. However, I was at the top of the bell curve in how drastically I was affected. Professor Wechseln and Professor Găibiàn asked if they could take a monthly blood draw for the next year to see if the effects were lasting. I agreed.

I had pulled into the driveway and gotten out of the car. My parents were on yet another 'workcation'; I guess when you're as successful as they are you have those kinds of options. Of course, they asked Tom to 'keep an eye on me' while they were gone.

I was wearing the black leather skirt-suit outfit. Wyatt had been a bad boy and needed an office visit. Margaret was chuckling to herself and shaking her head when we passed each other in the hallway on my way out.

I turned and saw Tom staring over the fence at me. When my eyes met his, he ran into his house. I followed and let myself inside. He'd been in such a hurry he didn't lock the back door. He was standing in the kitchen, tears streaming down his face, guzzling from a bottle of whiskey.

I walked over and took the bottle from his hand. "Tom! What the hell has gotten into you? I've never seen you drink like this. What the fuck is going on?"

He sat down at the table with his back to me. "I-I-I bought that outfit for Colette. Like a lot of the sexy clothes I bought for her, she would never wear any of them for me. I loved her with all my heart, but our sexual appetites were different. She enjoyed 'traditional' sex, but she was very modest and not into any kind of experimentation. Seeing you dressed in that outfit reminded me of that."

"I'm sorry. I owe you everything. I never mean to cause you any pain."

He looked over his shoulder at me. "Please stop saying that. You don't owe me a thing. You helped me through such a tough time in my life right after Colette died. If anybody owes anyone anything, I owe you for that."

"Then let me help you right now." I said as I sat in his lap. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. He resisted at first but melted into my kiss as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me to him.

It had been a long time since we made love. I took advantage of the opportunity. I spent the night. I didn't have any clothing or makeup left at Tom's house. I looked like a hot mess as I walked out the back door to my parents' house. He held me for a long time. "I wish I didn't have to work today. You are so amazing."

"You pushed me away for far too long! Let's do this again tonight and make more fire together."

"I-I-I can't. I have a date tonight. I can't stand her up. That wouldn't be right."

I kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered, "You are such a boy scout. Yet one more reason I love you so much."

He looked at me wide eyed when I said that. I turned and left slowly, so he could get a good look at the way the leather hugged my voluptuous body.

Wyatt had begged me to meet him at 'Shake It' that night. Of course, I didn't commit but let him know at the last minute I would be there. I told him if he was a good boy, I might take him to The Loft afterwards.

I decided to go all out. I went to the spa and salon. I got my hair trimmed and waved. I had a massage, a facial, a manicure and pedicure, I had my eyebrows tweezed and individual extra-long fake eyelashes applied to make mine longer and fuller. When they were done, I looked at myself in the mirror.

My beauty consultant said, "Girlfriend, you're not just hot, you're on fucking fire! The boys better watch out tonight." I tipped her double for that.

I went home and luxuriated in a hot tub, careful to keep my hair up and not let any of it get into the water. I powdered my body, MY body, not a silicone body with Opium dusting powder by Yves St. Laurent. I spritzed Black Opium perfume, also by Yves St. Laurent behind my ears, on my throat, between my breasts and thighs, behind my knees, and on my ankles. Then I began to get dressed.

I had bought a dress online, not knowing when I would wear it. I'd fallen in love with the look of it the moment I saw it. What I absolutely loved about it was that it was made completely of a sheer black see-through fabric from the neckline to a mid-thigh hem to full length sleeves. It had attached rhinestone cuffs and a choker. The bodice was completely sheer with rhinestones just covering both breasts. The mini-skirt was also completely covered in rhinestones, from waist to mid-thigh. There were sprays of rhinestones up both sleeves and on my back but for the most part, other than my rhinestone covered breasts and skirt, there was nothing left to the imagination.

I put on long, waterfall, rhinestone earrings to match the rhinestones in my dress. I had already caged my completely shriveled clit in my black chrome cage and rolled jet black, sheer to the waist pantyhose up my legs. Of course, they were crotchless. I stepped into black satin T-strap 4" stiletto sandals with a back-zip closure. The ankle strap, t-strap, and vamp strap were all covered in rhinestones. I was blinged out!

I strutted into Shake It like I owned the place. Every eye turned towards me, every eye. I looked around as if daring anyone to find someone who looked more alluring, hotter or sexier than me. I saw Wyatt standing near the bar. I waited until he walked up to me and escorted me back there.

"Amy, holy shit, holy shit. This might be the hottest fucking outfit you've ever worn. You look like a goddess, like a sex goddess."

I stopped, turned and stared at him. "I'm sorry Mistress Amy, I didn't mean to be so familiar."

I allowed him to continue to lead me to the bar. By the time we got to the bar, a Chenin Blanc was already waiting for me in a frosted wine glass. Wyatt's employees were very familiar with me.

I was sitting at my stool, Wyatt standing next to me, when I heard a voice. I thought I knew it but didn't recognize it immediately. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the next-door neighbor slut."

I turned to look into the eyes of Sylvia, Tom's co-worker who had been trying to get her hooks into him when he was still married to Colette. Tom was standing just over her shoulder.

I laughed. Not just out loud, but a deep belly laugh. "Hi Barbie, you don't ever give up the stereotype, do you? Is Ken here? Did you drive the Barbie Mobile tonight?"

Sylvia was dressed in a hot pink satin bodycon dress with matching heels. Her makeup matched her outfit. She looked good, I had to give her credit, but I certainly wasn't going to tell her that.

"Sylvia, you bitch, my name is Sylvia. You know that." she hissed.

I didn't even respond to her as I spoke over her shoulder. "Hi Tom. I'm sorry to see that your date for tonight is this self-centered, self-important gold digger. But you are such a nice man for putting up with her in public."

Both Tom and Wyatt pulled us away from each other. I looked at Wyatt sternly, he let go of my elbow immediately. "Where are my manners? Wyatt, this is Tom, my next-door neighbor and his date, SYLVIA. Did I get that right, Barbie?" She stared daggers at me.

"Tom, SYLVIA, this is Wyatt, Wyatt Turner. He's the owner of Shake It, and the CEO of Turner Holdings. He owns at least another half-dozen clubs here in the city."

Sylvia's eyebrows shot up. She stared at Wyatt immediately, sizing him up. "It's such a pleasure to meet you." she simpered. "I've read so much about you and how important you are to the continuing growth of the city."