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To the most wonderful creature on earth: Jenny D'. DISCLAIMER. This story, all the characters, places, etc. are completely fiction. Any reference to living persons, real facts, etc., is purely a coincidence. This work is property of Sara Duresi, who allows everybody to read the story for free. The story can also be downloaded on a computer, saved on a floppy disk, CD Rom, printed, e-mailed, posted on the net, as long as the author's name, e-mail address and disclaimer are not removed, no money is requested (it is free!), and no modification or correction is made to the original. Either you enjoy the story or not, I would love to have your comment. I have other stories in mind, and your support is essential for me to improve the quality of the stories, but also as a gratification to see that somebody is reading my work. Your message should be fairly short, and carry the title of the story as a subject (Turkish Delight), so that I know you are one of my readers and it is not junk mail. Your privacy will be respected by erasing the message immediately after reading it, and will not be answered back unless, for some reason, an answer is requested. But, please, allow me some time for an answer, since I am usually quite busy. IMPORTANT NOTICE Since some details of violent behavior and sex among straight and transgendered people is described in the story, if you have not reached the legal age in your country, this is offending you, or it is illegal to detain and read this kind of material in your country, please do not proceed in reading and erase it from your computer, move on and have a nice time doing something else. If you continue, you do it at your own risk and full responsibility! Copyright 2007 by Sara Duresi - saraduresi@hotmail.com

A note about Turkey: Please note that this is all fiction, not reality. I have actually been in Istanbul and was pleased to find some of the nicest and most charming people. And I apologize for using Istanbul as a set for my story in case this is offending Turkish people, but this town is so beautiful, enchanting and exotic that I could not resist using it as a set for this story.

My name is Jennifer, and Ruth, my wife, knows that I am a cross dresser from the very beginning of our relationship.
Ruth has always been very helpful and understanding about my female persona, although not very enthusiastic about her all the time.
About four years ago she told me that since it was our fifth wedding anniversary, she wanted to do something different for our summer holidays, instead of going to our house up in the mountains, as we had been doing during the past three years. One of her girlfriends told her that she had been in Istanbul for a weekend and loved it. It really sounded like a beautiful, romantic and fascinating city. With time, Ruth became more and more convinced that going to Turkey was the most wonderful thing to do that summer. This was not really exciting for me, since our summer vacation was the best chance for me to bring out my female alter ego Jennifer.
Just like I mentioned earlier, Ruth always had mixed feeling about Jennifer. Sometimes she hates her. Other times she has fun with her. In general, she tolerates her, as long as this is kept sort of private. And I agree with that. I never even dreamed about getting out as Jennifer, and only dress once a week on Saturday or Sunday, when I stay home. The only exception to this rule is during our vacations on the mountains: if we spend one week there, I am Jennifer all the time except when we dine out or go shopping.
She had been talking about Istanbul for weeks, but never made a final decision until one day, when she officially explained it to me: our vacation was due in July of that year and we would go to Istanbul, spend a few days there, then proceed to the most remote and gorgeous places in the country, like the ruins of Troy.
That evening we joined John and Mary, a married couple of friends, and Ruth talked about our plan for vacation with them. Mary pointed out that we had to be careful about going in the most remote areas, especially in the eastern part, during the summer months, since we could get malaria. This did not scare Ruth and she said that she would talk to our doctor about it, but she had no intention of giving up her plans just for a mosquito.
A few days later she came back home saying that she had been to the doctor's office and got prescriptions for prevention treatment of malaria, and we would start the following week. I was surprised that we would have to start so early, that is almost five months prior to our trip, but she said that being a preventive treatment, it would have to be started far in advance, otherwise it would not be effective by the time we go there. In addition to Malaria, we would also get vaccination for hepatitis and typhus. The next day she came back home with a shopper full of drugs. Most of them were injections. Others were pills. I began reading some of the direction and there was no reason to be happy: The one for typhus said that we would probably get stomachache, another was saying it might cause headache or dizziness due to the blood pressure lowering during the treatment, and so on. We began the treatment. I would get two shots every week and daily tablets. The shots were for either Typhus or hepatitis, the tablets for malaria. Ruth was only getting tablets. These were less effective than the shots, but she hates getting injections.
During the first ten days, she was sick from the treatment and she actually threw out a couple of times. I was okay with my stomach, except a little bit light in my head, like when having a low blood pressure. At the end of March, she was perfectly okay. I was not bad either. My head was okay now, except for some mood swings and also feeling weaker, or better, tired.
Around the end of April I got a little bit scared. I felt weak all the time, I had hot flushes, my nipples were swelling and I felt some funny sensations around my testes. What was worst, I had lost interest in having sex with Ruth. One day she returned from the doctor and tried to reassure me saying that all I was feeling was just standard routine in these treatments and everything would set back to normal once I was over with the drugs. By the end of May, I felt really weird. My skin was softer and silkier, my body hair had decreased, my nipples were very sensitive, I had the feeling that my chest had enlarged, and slightly bumping up and down while jogging, just like I would have a set of tiny tits. Ruth kept saying it was just my impression. Then, one week before leaving for our vacation she told me that she went to the doctor and, after describing him what I was feeling, he said that I may have an allergic reaction to one of the drugs, and prescribed me a series of ten injections to be taken daily, right before our trip. The shots were quite painful. Not only that, but I felt that my problems were increasing instead of decreasing.
Finally, it was time to leave. We had to catch a flight to Istanbul very early the next morning. And that is when the story begins.