Pinocchina

My phone rang. It was just after eight in the morning and I was about to get my day started. I looked at the caller ID and answered immediately.

"Hi Paula. This better be good at this time in the morning. What's up hun?"

There was a brief pause and then, in a slightly shaking, odd voice, she said, "Anna. Can you come round? I need you to see something."

"Hun. I'm about to jump in the shower. Can't you at least give me a clue?"

"I... something happened to me in the night. I... want you to try and help me understand."

I sighed. "Okay, hun. I'll shower and dress. I'll be round in about half an hour, is that okay?"

"Thank you Anna. I'll get the coffee ready."

"What's happened to your voice? You sound different. Smoother. A little higher. Bit of a hangover after our celebrations last night?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Um... that's part of it. Please. Let me explain when you get here."

"Okay hun. See you soon. Mwah!"

I disconnected the call, wondering what on earth was up with her. I'd known Paula for around three years. She was in her mid twenties when we met and I had just turned thirty. When I first met her she was known as Paul but I sort of had an inkling there was something different. He was more diminutive, delicate and, well, feminine than most men. He had... odd hair. It was colourless. I mean pure white. I thought he'd dyed it, but he told me that it was some condition that meant there was no pigment in it. He'd also grown it to shoulder length and had grey blue eyes. He was, to say the least, enigmatic.

He

had become part of a small group of friends. Three girls and

him

.

About two years ago

he'd

contacted all of us and asked if we would meet with

him

in a little bar that none of us ever frequented. We all met up and

he

wasn't there. We all wondered between us what the mystery was.

It was at that moment that a woman came up to the table, already holding a drink, and said, "Hi girls." She had Paul's signature white hair and grey-blue eyes. She was wearing a knee length summer frock and heels. There was a pause while it sank in.

Penny was the first to speak. "Paul? What... Did I miss the call to a costume party?"

She

cleared her throat. "This is why I wanted to meet on neutral territory. I... can I sit down?"

I patted the chair next to mine that we'd saved for...

him?

. "Of course, hun."

She sat down, took a sip of his beer and in a slightly shaky voice said, "I... I've decided I want to be... a woman. I've thought about it ever since I can remember but... I want to be public about it and you, being my best and closest friends, I wanted to let you know first."

Sandra said, "Ohhh...kay. What are we supposed to call you now, then?"

She

relaxed a little, smiled wistfully and said, "Paula. I thought it was easiest."

I looked at her. "So... Paula... how far do you want to go with this?"

She swallowed. "All the way, Anna. I know it will take years but I have felt trapped in this body all my life, knowing I wasn't really male at all. I went to my doctor and told her. I have to go through a thorough psych evaluation and I have to live openly as a woman as part of that process."

Penny said, "Wow. Okay. Big news, Paul..a. You're going to get tits and everything? I mean... what about down there?" She indicated his lap with her eyes.

"Eventually, yes. That as well."

Zoe hadn't spoken yet and Paula looked at her. "Zoe? Your opinion really matters to me."

She looked conflicted but said, "If that's what you want, hun, I'll back you all the way. We all will, won't we girls?"

We looked at each other and we all nodded. Paula was close to tears.

"You girls are the best. Thank you so much."

The next couple of years were painful for Paula, but Penny, Sandra, Zoe and I were there for her. When her best friend betrayed her and called her all sorts of horrible names, we held her and comforted her. I clearly remember that night. We'd gathered at Paula's house when she'd called on us. The pain that had been caused was palpable. Paula couldn't stop crying and we all fussed over her, telling her it would be okay. She could rely on us.

Now, two years later, Paula had got the news that she had passed her evaluation and she could start her hormone treatment the following week. That was yesterday. We'd all got together and had quite a boozy night celebrating. I walked Paula home on unsteady feet, she'd had quite a lot to drink, and as we were walking, she'd turned to me, stopped me, taken my hands and said, in what I would later call her Pinocchio moment, "I... I'll be a real girl."

I smiled. "Yes, hun you will."

She squeezed my hands. "I

really want

to be a real girl."

"I know. And you will be."

"Finally. I will be a real girl."

I kissed her cheek and said, "Yes hun. In the meantime you have a lot to get through. A good night's sleep would be the first of those things."

I'd dropped her off, making sure she got into her house safely, and headed home.

As I showered and dressed I mused on the night. Paula's joy at moving onto the next steps in her journey. Her ardent desire to be recognised as a woman. I have to say that with a padded bra, makeup lessons from all of us, fashion tips - she originally started wearing quite slutty clothes which we all massively advised against - she had really started to what they call

pass

. Before she'd got to that stage she would sometimes get very spiteful and hurtful comments from people, both men and women, but now most people she met had no idea of her past and took her for what she presented as.

Once I was ready I walked out into the sunshine and took the fifteen minute walk to Paula's. I pressed the buzzer and I heard her call out, "Come on in, Anna. The doors open."

I walked in, through the hallway and into her kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table, still in a large, grey, towelling bathrobe. There was something different about her look. I couldn't quite work out what it was at that moment. She'd clearly had a shower and fixed her hair. She looked radiant but also a little nervous or perhaps worried.

She stared into my eyes, pointed at a mug of coffee next to her, "Hi Anna. Thank you for coming. Sit next to me, please?"

Still confused, I sat down and said, "Okay, why all the mystery? What happened?"

She swallowed. "I need to show you something but first I have to tell you about something that happened in the night."

I picked up my coffee in both hands and took a sip. "Go on.. And what's with the voice? You sound significantly more feminine. Is that something you've been practising?"

She shook her head and took a deep breath. "When you dropped me off I went up to my room, managed to get undressed and fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up suddenly. I had a feeling there was someone else in my bed. I turned and nearly jumped out of my skin. In the moonlight I could make out someone on the bed next to me. A woman. Naked.

"She said, in a very gentle voice,

'Don't be scared Paula. I am here to help you.'

"I managed to ask her, 'who the hell are you and how did you get into my house?'

"She didn't say another word. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her warmth. And then suddenly I felt infused with energy and... she was gone."

I looked into her eyes. I could see she clearly believed it. "Paula, hun, that's just a dream. What on earth made you call me so early? We could have met up later and..."

She put her hand on my arm and said, "That's not the end of it, Anna. I woke up this morning and, in the half light, walked naked through to the loo. I really needed to pee. I felt different, but put that down to the after effects of last night. In my half awake state I sat on the loo and... I couldn't quite put my finger on it... because it wasn't there."

I was confused. "The toilet wasn't there?"

She shook her head. "Now we come to what I want to show you..."

She pushed her bathrobe back over her shoulders and down to her waist. There, right in front of me were two, very convincing breasts.

It took me a moment to collect myself. "When... When did you get that done, hun? They look amazing."

"I didn't get them done. They're part of what happened." She pulled her robe up. "My facial and a

lot

of body hair has gone as well."

"I thought you looked different. Your skin is smoother than usual. So... this all happened after your dream?"

She nodded. "That's what I meant when I said I couldn't put my finger on it. Everything has changed. I

am

a real girl."

"Wait. You're telling me that you don't have a... a dick... anymore?"

She nodded again. "You are the friend I trust most. I know you're les and so thought you wouldn't be shocked or disgusted looking at me."

"Oh, hun. So... god... can I see?" I couldn't quite believe I'd asked that.

She smiled. "I didn't want to shock you but hoped you'd want me to prove it."

She stood up, undid the robe completely and let it drop to the floor, revealing a bald mound and a very realistic looking pussy.

I looked into her beautiful eyes as she sat back down, naked. "You already trimmed it? I'm impressed."

She laughed, a gentle, tittering laugh. "No. Like I said, a

lot

of my body hair was gone."

Now I was intrigued. "How on earth... well... you got your Pinocchio wish. Are you... fully functional?"

"How do you mean? I managed to pee and that was an interestingly different experience. I should have studied female anatomy more closely when I was a man." She laughed and I chuckled along with her.

"Um... You've got all the parts? Everything?"

"It seems so." She opened her legs. "Maybe you can give me an owner's opinion."

I could clearly see her clit under her hood. "And... does she work?"

Palua smiled, "The first thing I didn't think was

'I wonder if I can have an orgasm'

, Anna. I hope so, but I don't know. I can tell you that sitting here, naked, in front of you, is giving me very warm feelings in there that are very different from when I used to get aroused."

"God, Paula. You're going to have such a different perspective. Let me know, please, when you find out if she works or not?"

She bit her bottom lip. "You... you'd be more familiar with how to make that work than I am. It might take some practice to get it right."

I was quite surprised to find that I suddenly felt a familiar, warm and welcoming tingle in my own pussy. I wasn't shocked. I was turned on. I looked into her eyes. "Would you like me to help you?"

She stared at me and just nodded twice.

I leaned forward and said, "You should kiss a girl before you go beyond first base, hun."

She smiled, leaned into my kiss and our lips met. She had soft lips and a gentle kiss. I moaned. This was so wonderful. I was lost in our own bubble. As we kissed I stroked a hand down over her neck, down to her breasts. She moaned in response. I felt her breasts. However she had got them they felt perfectly natural. Her nipples reacted as I would expect. I gently tweaked one and pulled it a little. She moaned again.

Our kiss never broke as my hand travelled down over her perfect tummy, her bald mound and finally found the hood of her clit. I brushed it slowly with my finger and that was when she pulled back a little. "Oh god, Anna. That feels amazing. Totally. Yes, she seems to work very well."

I smiled, not stopping my movements, sliding my finger down between her wet lips to her entrance. She was soaking wet. "You want me to stop?"

"No. No I don't. I want to feel this. I want you to take my virginity, Anna. I want my first orgasm to be from you."

I smiled and resumed our kiss. I slid a finger into her. Not surprisingly, I found out that she was virgo-intacta. I broke our kiss. "You have a hymen, hun. If I break it it might hurt a little."

She nodded. "I'm scared, but I want this. Please, Anna."

I pushed gently with my finger and felt the opening in her hymen stretch a little. I moved my finger gently around and she moaned. "It hurts a little but it's not bad."

I decided she needed some pleasure distraction. I brushed my thumb over her still engorged clit and then pushed gently inside her. I felt her hymen finally give, and I whispered, "You are no longer a virgin, hun."

She moaned, "Oh god. Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Please."

I pulled my finger back and added a second. I didn't want to stretch her too much on her first time. I found her g-spot and it was quite pronounced. I started the come-hither movement on it and she moaned again. "Oh fuck. What... What is that? I've never felt anything like it."

I kissed her. "Shhh. Loving first, biology lessons later."

I could feel her soaking pussy walls go into a rhythmic squeeze and release and continued with my movements in her and over her clit. I could feel she was close.

I whispered, "Yes, Paula. Let it come. I'm here to hold you."

She suddenly started shaking, her hips pushing forwards as her orgasm tore through her. "Oh god. Fuck. Fuck! Yes!"

As she subsided I carried on with gentle movements inside her and out. She suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "Oh my god. I'm going to... again. Holy..."

This second time it was bigger. I felt her reaching for it and she shook as her walls clamped on my fingers, crying out, "Oh goddddddddddddd!"

As I felt her relax I stopped my movements and slowly slid my fingers out. I noticed there was a little pink stain on my fingers in her juices.

I pulled back and showed her. "Look, hun. You are now officially a woman."

She let out a soft sigh. "God Anna. That was... just amazing. Thank you."

I smiled back. "So you're going to be a lesbian or...?"

She smirked, "Oh. That. God. Hadn't thought about that. Now... perhaps I can return the favour?"

"We're going to have to give you some long and interesting lessons, Paula. Let's start small." I stood up, lifted my skirt, dropped my panties down my legs and said, "Lesson number one. Just with your fingers, on my clit. I'll guide you."

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Dear reader,

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope enjoying, this little story. Thank you to real life Paula for her support and proofreading. If you would like to read more about Paula's miracle transformation, please let me know in the comments below.

Love as always

Anna

Xxx