I am Baaack! Part 1

PROLOGUE:

Ross Thorn, aka Nick Mitchell, paced back and forth in his office high up in the Hancock Building. He glanced out the corner windows. North you could see out over Chicago's North Side to almost as far as Wilmette, and east out over the lake almost to Michigan. It was a perfect spring day in May, and he took brief pleasure in the obvious rebirth going on all around below him. Then he stopped in front of the full length mirror on the back of his closed office door. 'Damndamndamndamndamn!' he thought. "DAMN!" That one was out loud. Staring back at him, framed in gold, was a 5' 9" woman. Sure, she was a flat chested woman with short hair in what should have been a masculine style, wearing men's clothing from the skin out, but she looked like a woman, a very cute young woman, trying to look like a boy in her daddy's ill fitting clothes.

It had been almost a year and a half since Ross had last taken the hormones, but he now had to admit that the changes that had occurred to his body were not reversing. He had had the breast implants removed, but despite no additional hormones his own breasts had continued growing, stopping at a B cup that was, had he cared to admit it, perfect for "Rose's" slender frame. Several plastic surgeons had advised him that the changes made to his face and vocal cords would be extremely difficult to reverse, and might leave part of his face paralyzed or his voice gone. No matter how hard he exercised he could not build muscle bulk, but simply looked like a well toned and quite shapely young woman. Steroids would definitely make him look like a body builder, he'd been told, but a definitely female one.

Rose was in great shape; Ross was a mess, and standing in front of his office mirror, he finally had to admit that. After more than a year of trying to be Ross again, Ross, looking in the mirror, finally surrendered. He was Rose, and she was always going to be Rose. And at that point Ross experienced, finally, his epiphany: He LIKED being Rose. He abdicated.