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Rear Window

... dress. She talked about when she was in Bangkok getting some cosmetic work done; smoothing her Adams apple and some implants on her hips. She had taken hormones for a many years but was now happy with what they had achieved so took a lower dose these days. She pushed her chest out and said quite proudly that they were entirely natural. I had already noticed she had boobs and asked how she kept them hidden as Paul. Easy, she said, they are not big enough to make it a real problem under the loose tunic Paul wore as long as she bound them up in the morning. Same with the hips, it doesn’t notice in the work outfit either. Eventually, she stood and said it’s late and we still had to get me ready for bed. Even that coming from Paula sounded very different. ‘Jeff, I want to thank you for letting me do this, and for the way you have made me feel this evening. You have been fabulous.’ She stood and moved over to me, squatted beside the chair and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell her perfume and as she moved back from the kiss she paused and we looked into each other’s eyes. I felt my heart flip and suddenly this wild thought flashed into my head that all I had to do was move a little closer and kiss her, but I just coughed and said you’re welcome and it had been an enjoyable pleasure. She dipped her head once more and pecked me again on the cheek. She wheeled me to the wet room and I was now getting much better at sorting this out by myself. I could feel myself healing now ...

... and the collar bone seemed to be getting much easier. Paula wheeled me into the bedroom and helped me off with my t-shirt and then pulled off the sweat pants. Needless to say being put to bed by Paula was very different to being put to bed by Paul. I had a definite erection which Paula could not have failed to notice. She pulled the cover up and leant forward to give me one more kiss on the cheek. ‘Thanks Jeff, you are wonderful, do you know that?’ She left the room leaving me to think about the sight of her small uncontained breasts through the vee of her dress as she had lent over me. The next morning Paul woke me with the usual cup of coffee dressed in his work tunic and trousers. There was no sign of Paula from the previous evening. The first hurdle was to get washed. I was moving much more freely now and managed to walk from the chair to the stool. I still didn’t trust myself to wash properly so Paul took the cloth. Something had changed after yesterday and the washing still felt as good as ever, but I felt no reaction as I had in previous days. All I could think of was that I wished it was Paula doing the washing. We sat and drank coffee and watched what was happening outside the windows. The singer was practising and the guy in the office drew the blinds one more time. ‘Paul, do you mind me asking you some questions about you?’ ‘No, if I’ll answer what I can.’ ‘Do you prefer living as Paul or Paula?’ ‘Easy one,’ he said, ‘both. I like my professional life to be as Paul ...