My name is Paula; I am a 28 year old Lesbian. I was born a male and was a fully functional male until three years ago. My male name was Paul. I am now a transgendered person. And more happy then I have ever been in my life.

I totally enjoy being a woman. I take pleasure in shopping for new apparel, having my nails done every other week, chatting with the girls and I adore dressing up in sexy clothing that drives men wild. I really do love my newly acquired femininity. Although, I am totally satisfied with the relationship I have with my Lesbian lovers; Stacy and Kimberly. I still look at other women, and sometimes do it with lust. However I would never cheat on the two women that I love and live with. I have such an extreme love for them.

Here’s my story:

Four years ago I needed to hire a new secretary/receptionist, in the accounting office that I worked for, they allowed me to interview the candidates

Of the three that I interviewed, I hire a girl named Kimberly. The reason that I hired her was not for her abilities, but that she was stunningly gorgeous and sexy. She was to be eye candy for my clients. I am a now a CPA and Kimberly is still my secretary.

When wearing her high heels she had to be three inches taller than me. This was a turn on. She has long Chestnut brown hair that hung over her breast line when she bent forward. I loved watching her move around the office. She wore sexy clothing and the way she would sway while walking mesmerized me. I was distracted from my work, but it was a pleasant distraction. The fact that she was competent in her job was a bonus. My male clients were also distracted by this beautiful woman.

After taking her out to lunch several times and attempting to put my best moves on her; she admitted to me that she was a Lesbian. And that she wanted nothing to do with males in a sexual relationship. She said that most males really didn’t care about love and caring for their partners long as we had a place to relieve sexual tension. She said “that males apparently didn’t seem to have the burning desire to be loved and to share their daily emotions with another person”. She assured me that all women do have these needs. It is just that males do not understand it.

Kimberly was 19 at this time and her lover was an 18 year old girl named Stacy. She actually had a picture of Stacy on her desk. I always thought that it was her sister so I never made a comment. They looked liked they could be related.

Now, the thought of possibility of being with two women excited and enticed me. In my mind I thought that perhaps I could convert them. Or at least have a threesome with them. I kept working on Kimberly with my daily banter at work and having long conversations with her at lunch. I wanted to be with her so badly. I would think about her constantly in the office. My imagination was running wild. She finally gave in and invited me to her home for Saturday dinner.

Stacy, her lover, was a few inches shorter than me; I am 5’7” inches tall. She has long blond hair and beautiful brown eyes that light up when she is happy. She was very pretty, but not as beautiful as Kimberly. She had just graduated from High School and had taken a job with a local insurance company.

When I arrived for dinner, Stacy stared at me and asked Kimberly why was I there? Her answer was “He is here to watch”. After dinner, Kimberly led me into the bedroom. She told me to undress and sat me down in a chair next to their bed. She then tied my wrists to the arms of the chair, saying “this is so you cannot masturbate while you are watching us”.

She called Stacy into the bedroom and both of them got naked and began to touch and caress each other. I got so hard and exited watching them make love, I was trembling. Then they got on the bed and started to make love. This lasted for more than a half hour. Their sounds of their passion kept me hard as hell. I had never before seen a woman make love to another woman. I was fantasying about being with them as I watched them. They were not having sex they were making love.

Both of them would occasionally look at me on the chair and I could see that they were enjoying my agony and frustration. This seemed to turn them on. When they finished, Kimberly told that I should go home and take care of myself. When I returned home I relieved myself by masturbating in the shower. I was thinking about what I had just witnessed and came very quickly.

Two days later, at work, Kimberly began to taunt and entice me, asking if I wanted to come to her place for another session. She said that Stacy said that it was exiting to have a helpless man watch her making love to woman. I couldn’t say no and I accepted the invitation. After a little small talk, I was again stripped and tied to the chair and forced to watch these two Lesbians making love while I was helplessly sitting in front of them. After their love making, they both tormented me and fondled my genitals. They were exciting me, but not letting me have an orgasm. When I got home I again rushed into the shower.

It then soon became nearly a daily thing; it was heaven, but it was hell. They began to keep me there later at night so that I couldn’t relieve myself immediately. They knew that I was rushing home to masturbate. I loved watching them making love, but I could not fulfill my sexual needs as a male. Yet I found that I was falling madly in love with both Kimberly and Stacy. Just being with them and talking to them made me happy.

One day at work, Kimberly asked me if I wanted to have sex with her and Stacy. My eyes lit up like diamonds. This was a dream come true. A threesome with two Lesbians, the ultimate male fantasy. And at this point it had been three months since I had had sex with a woman. I thought that good things come to those who wait.

I arrived at their house and they prepared a delicious meal and then invited me into the bedroom. Instead of tying me to the chair, Kimberly hog tied me on the bed making me totally immobile. Kimberly and Stacy then took turns sticking their pussies into my face and commanding me to lick them into an orgasm; which I did with pleasure. They took turns rubbing my ass and balls while I was satisfying the other girl. They also kissed and licked my neck and ears. When I finished pleasing them, they loosened my bonds but kept my hands tied behind my back so I couldn’t relieve my sexual tension. I was allowed to spend the night in their bed with them, listening to them talk and then make love to each other. The sexual tension was pure torture.

I went through this same scenario for about three months. I was becoming so entranced with these two girls, I wasn’t thinking right. I couldn’t stop visiting them, even after being sexually tortured by them and being left in limbo by them. I now hadn’t had sex for nearly six months and would only masturbate when they allowed me to. I was now totally in love with both Kimberly and Stacy and whatever they wanted and whatever they asked of me, I would do. I didn’t want to be with any other women.

One night they suggested that I become a woman, so that I could properly join in their love making. This is a scary thought for a male, especially for a 23 year male. But I loved the both of them so much; I told them that I would consider the making the transition. During the next week they both taunted and pushed me into making a decision. They were telling me that if I didn’t decide to make the change, I would no longer be welcomed in their house and I would never see them again. The fear of not seeing them or being with them again was overwhelming.

My mind was addled. . I finally accepted the notion of having a change of sex would be better for my well being and happiness. I so badly wanted to be with Kimberley and Stacy. I had been happier in my relationship with them than I had ever been before in my life. And for this I would give up my masculinity.

The first step was taking female hormones and vitamin supplements. After the first six weeks of these treatments, I noticed that my penis was beginning to shrink. I could no longer get an erection, my breasts were developing and my nipples were becoming very tender to their touch. The girls also made me used a lot of women’s skin care products that softened my skin.

At this time, I had moved in with Kimberly and Stacy, who both enjoyed touching my newly forming breasts. They would also fondle my genitals, proudly smiling when they saw that their actions produced no erection. Their touches felt good to me and excited me. I now had no male sexual drive, meaning that I couldn’t get an erection. In my mind, I was still horny as hell and wanted to screw either one of them and have an orgasm. I even tried to masturbate several times with no success. The three of us had oral sex nearly every night. They would have orgasms, and I couldn’t. This made Stacy and Kimberly very happy. In return their loving happiness made me happy. They would shower me with kisses every morning. I had become “one of the girls”. They loved me as I loved them.

After six months of hormonal treatments, Kimberly and I went to Bangkok, Thailand. This is where my transition would become final. I would become a transgendered female. I was frightened and considered backing out. But Kimberly comforted me by reminding about how happy I had been during the past six months. It was true; these were the happiest days of my life.

In a six week period, I had several surgeries. The first was to remove my male genitalia and the creating of a Clitoris and Labia with the skin from my former sex organs. Next were breast implants, I am now a 38 C, larger than either Kimberly or Stacy. I had a laryngectomy to adjust the pitch of my voice and electrolaser hair removal on my face. The final step was plastic surgery to change my facial structure; nose, cheeks, chin bones and my lips. I was turned into a beautiful woman with lovely breasts and more feminine facial features. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was amazed at what these Doctors had done to me.

This was nearly three years ago. When we returned home from Thailand, I was a woman. Stacy smiled and said that I looked very sexy and that she couldn’t wait until I was fully healed from the surgeries, so we could make love together. This made me very happy. We all moved to Florida two months later after I had fully recovered from the surgeries.

Kimberly and Stacy have taught me how to walk, sit, act and talk like a woman. I now look, speak and act just like any other woman, but, unfortunately I still have masculine thoughts. The hardest part of my femininity training was learning to walk, especially in heels. I have since developed a nice sway in my walk after months of practice, it has become my natural pace.

With the exception of the fact that I cannot have children, I am a fully functional female. I still must take my hormonal shots. Some of my male clients will hit on me and ask me out. The same thing happens in a bar when I go for an after work cocktail. I simply tell them that I am a Lesbian and have no interest in men.

I do love both Kimberly and Stacy and our sexual encounters are always fantastic, and I do occasionally have an orgasm of a sort, but not like male ejaculation and not as intense as a normal female’s orgasm. But my brain tells me that I am still a man. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I see this sexy looking young woman. The first thought that comes into my mind is that I would like to be with her. Reality then sets in and I realize that I am the woman that I am looking at. I’m still attracted to women and guess that I always will be. When I see a hot babe, I still get that horny feeling. I am truly a Lesbian. I am now a man trapped in a woman’s body. I did this all because of my lust for a woman, and now I have men lusting after me. Kimberly and I still work together and I can see her sardonic smile every time a man hits on me at the office.

Stacy, who is now in college, studying to be a Para Legal, has become my primary sex partner. I’m a bit jealous that I must share her with Kimberly. But I understand, because Kimberly was her lover long before I came into the relationship. But Kimberly was the one that drew me into this relationship with Stacy. Lately she has become a real bitch about Stacy spending more time in my bed than hers and me wanting to spend more time with Stacy than I do with her. I know how to give them both multiple orgasms and drive them into ecstasy. I think that is why the wanted me to become a woman in the first place; I know how to use my tongue.

I tried to explain to Kimberly that Stacy has brought me to a climax several times while we are making love. And that during the past two years I have not had a single orgasm while making love to her. Kimberly is the dominant member of our family. Both Stacy and I will always do our best to obey and please her.

We no longer all sleep in the same bed together; we each have our own bedrooms. Once in a while we will have a threesome, but not as often as before. Kimberly likes to have sex almost every night and like me she prefers being with Stacy. Although she will admit that I give her the best orgasms of her life, I believe Kimberly stills views me as a man. Stacy views me as a woman. When it is my night in Kimberly’s bed; I always gratify her sexually, I wish she could do the same for me. Even though she can be a bitch at times, I still love her and always will.

Although, at times it is hard, the three of us coexist as lovers and friends. We have very many precious moments. We laugh and cry together. We caress, hug and kiss often, sometimes even in public places. Their touches give me a warm feeling throughout my body. We share our feelings with one another with a caring tenderness. This was something that was hard for me to do when I was a man. We are kindred spirits in love. Stacy, Kimberly and I are a loving family. We have our squabbles as all families do. But it is always a good feeling to kiss and make up afterwards.

Occasionally the thought will cross my mind; “what have I done to myself”? But the thought vanishes quickly when I think about Stacy and Kimberly. They are the best thing that happened to me in my life. I am happier now that I had ever been before.

I do enjoy looking at my naked body in the mirror and touching my breasts and vagina. I also enjoy wearing my sexy clothing. I even like turning men on; having them look at me lustfully and then putting them down by telling them that I am a Lesbian, and that they have no shot in hell of even touching me. It’s funny but most of them will still buy me a drink and make small talk afterwards. If I were still a man I’d probably do the same thing. If you are told by a woman that she is a Lesbian, the first thing that enters a man’s mind is the thought of having a threesome. I’ve been there and that’s why I am who I am today.