I was watching the movie, "Sister Act" with my fellow sisters and realized that this movie could be my life with a few less twists. Like Whoopee, I had to become a nun and live in a convent to escape a murderous crook; unlike Whoopee, I was a man, at least I used to be. I used to be confused as to who I am and what I want to be, but not any more. What a story!

It all began 6 months ago when I caught an embezzlement scheme in my job as a computer expert for Citibank. The involved parties were high up in the company and worse yet had mob connections; my life was in danger. I spilled the beans to the FBI and provided them with key evidence. They told me that I would have to disappear because of the real threat of assassination. This, I was told would be fairly easy for me since I had been a loner and basically lived my computer geek life rather than a real life with friends or significant others. I had been divorced for 5 years now and had no serious romantic relationships going on and my ties with my family were weak to say the least. I was given a battery of psychological tests and interviews to determine the best way to hide me.

Mr. Ketchems, the FBI specialist assigned to my case, was the one to tell me the news. I almost dropped dead when they told me their plan. I would be an Immaculate Heart of Mary nun and teach in a catholic high school. I stammered "but I am a man, how am I supposed to do this". Mr. Ketchems was very understanding but assured me it was the only way to really hide me and probably would only be for a short time till a better plan surfaced. The mob was sophisticated and was actively trying to find me. They would never figure that I was a nun. "What about the sisters, how do they feel about a man in their midst". Mr. Ketchems explained that only the mother superior would know my true identity, the other sisters would be told I was a new transfer from the Mother House. "But I'm a man" I stammered. "Sure you are, Mr. Simmons, we need to change that a bit".

I was sent to a special center outside of Washington that day. At the center I was the only student in an intensive course in how to look, talk and act female. I was forced to shave all of my body hair and had several mega electrolysis sessions to remove my beard and shape my eyebrows.

The instructors were lovely but stern cosmetologists, one of whom I found out was a transsexual named Simone. Simone said that I was so lucky to be able to live as a woman, even if only temporary, although I couldn't disagree more. I sullenly accepted her instructions on conveying a female demeanor and practiced my voice lessons faithfully. I was amazed at how easily I had given in to all of this forced transformation and actually started to think that maybe this wasn't too bad and after all, I'd be safe. Mr. Ketchems had said this was the best plan for me based on my history and the psychological testing. I wondered what those tests had shown. I was given vitamins every day and had to dress in female attire; my male clothes were taken away. I wore a padded body shaper to give me an hourglass figure and wore silicone breast inserts. Simone said that I was a natural queen and asked if I had ever did this before. I gave an emphatic "no!". At 5 foot 8 and a slender 135 lbs, I had never cut much of a male figure and my ex-wife had left me for her boss because I lacked masculinity (according to her). I had to grudgingly admit that I made a pretty convincing woman in a wig, high heels and tight dress or skirt which is what they wanted me to wear at all times in the center.

I became quite skilled at makeup application and fashion coordination. I began to enjoy the feelings of nylons on my smooth legs and the nap of lipstick on my lips. I was almost sad to think that I would have to wear the plain habit of a nun although I was relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with men in the convent. Some of the FBI officers including Mr. Ketchems would leer at me like I was some nubile bimbo and this made me quite uncomfortable.

Sister Catherine Marie came after I had been in the center for about a month. I met her wearing the parochial school uniform of the catholic high school where I would be teaching at the suggestion of Simone, as sort of as a joke with which as usual I went along with. The uniform was a cute navy blue jumper with the school crest on the right breast. Under the jumper I wore a starched white peter pan blouse. I wore dark hose and low heeled patent pumps and a brunette page boy wig. Sister was amused and amazed at my appearance and commented that I made a pretty high school girl but a cheerleading life was not for me. She was all business-like when it came to my "vocation" as a nun and filled me on the rules particularly in regard to appearance and demeanor. The fact that I was Catholic and had had a Catholic school experience had already given me the lowdown on what to expect and I survived a theological and liturgical grilling at her hands. I asked her what she thought of a man living under the same roof with she and the rest of the sisters. She just smiled and said that she anticipated no problems based on my psychological profiling provided to her from the FBI on which she would not elaborate.

The habits worn by the Immaculate Hearts were modern and actually quite attractive, indeed quite different form the ugly voluminous robes worn by my old high school nuns. Sister Catherine herself was an attractive and articulate woman in her mid forties and probably could have been a model if she had chosen that lifestyle. She provided me with my habit and said I would have to act and behave like a real nun although I would not take Final Vows of chastity, poverty and obedience since this would only be temporary situation and more importantly I was not a real woman or a virgin as I had been married. She did expect me to behave in the spirit of the vows, however, out of respect to Sisterhood and for my own protection. I took the habit and went to my room to dress. I slipped out of the schoolgirl uniform and toned down my makeup. Sister had said that a little makeup such as a foundation, blush and light mascara was allowed especially in me to maintain a feminine appearance.

The habit was an a-line navy-blue long-sleeved dress with white collar and actually (and surprisingly) looked good on me. This was topped with a scapular which was hourglass shaped piece of similar material covering the front and back. I wore two inch high heeled black pumps and the dress came to just below the knee showing off some of my rather shapely legs. I put on a white wimple and the veil which was black and trimmed with white linnet so that all my hair was covered. The veil looked good and framed my face nicely. I completed my sisterly transformation with the 2 inch silver crucifix pendant. I stared at the pretty young nun in the mirror and realized that it was me and not Audrey Hepburn. I packed my things and returned to the room. Sister Catherine stood up in amazement. "You are a beautiful nun, angelic in your habit. You will be called Sister Claire Angelica, Claire of the Angels. I blushed and left with Sister for my new life as a sister of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Simone called out "Don't get into any trouble. Trouble with Angels"

The convent was an old Victorian house which was home to 12 sisters all of whom met me with genuine joy and none of whom suspected my true nature. I was simply Sister Claire to them and they accepted me as such. I had a nice room or cell as they called it and my closet was filled with more habits and two other pairs of shoes. It was summer and I soon fell into the swing of sisterly life. Mass at 6:30, a light breakfast and some housework or getting ready for my classes in computer science which I would teach to 12th graders in the fall. The sisters were mostly in their 20s and 30s and generally were quite attractive. My female voice had progressed so nicely that Sister Catherine suggested I join the parish choir and I did so with Sister Miriam. We both had sweet alto voices and enjoyed singing at 10:00 Mass on Sundays. I continued to take my vitamins and noticed that my form was becoming more feminine and I was growing breasts. I figured the vitamins were female hormones which was verified by Sister Catherine who claimed they were to suppress my sex drive since I was in a house of chaste women. Of interest, however, I never contemplated relations with any of the sisters even in fantasy but wanted to comply with Sister Catherine who was so nice and usually right with these things, so I continued taking the hormones. Also, I had developed a liking for my new breasts and enjoyed seeing them fill more of my bra.

School began and some of the sisters including myself went to Saint Peter's High to teach; most of the other sisters taught at the parish elementary school. At least I got to use my computer skills. My class was full of mostly large and boisterous boys (football players) who I fear developed a certain liking for their teacher despite the fact that she(he) was a nun. I could feel their eyes on my legs and figure as I wrote on the board. I couldn't help but feel flattered by this and would actually flutter my eye lashes or sit provocatively at my desk to drive the young studs wild with misplaced desire. I was warned by another sister of a different order, Sister Cicelia, to watch out. She was a young Bernardine nun who wore a brown habit with a similar cut as mine and a white trimmed black demi-veil which revealed her beautiful blonde hair. Like me, she preferred wearing high heels and subdued makeup. She related that while chaperoning a school dance, one of the Senior boys had come on to her and tried to kiss her and she felt very awkward by this. She warned me about this as well, since I was also young and attractive. The fact that I was a nun could add to erotic desire in these boys according to Sister Cicelia. It was desire for the forbidden. I kept her advice in mind but never had any problems with the boys although I was apparently given the nickname of Sister Angel. I was beginning to not think of myself as a man but rather as a woman, a Sister. My male life seemed so far away and part of me wished that this religious life would never end.

In November, I had to meet with a salesman for a new computer system for the school since I was the local computer expert. I was introduced by Fr. Connelly, the principal to Mr. Joseph Forman. When I shook hands with him he smiled and I felt strange, almost dizzy with palpitations. I found that I was attracted to this tall 6 ft 4 inch muscular handsome man with thick greased back hair and scholarly wire framed glasses in a sharply tailored business suit. What was going on here? Well we went to my classroom and discussed computers and I could tell he was impressed with my knowledge. Soon we were talking about personal things which surprised us both. I could tell that he was viewing me more critically and he asked me "why such a beautiful woman became a nun?" I made up a story to satisfy him but before he left he admitted that he found me attractive and it was too bad that I was a nun. I giggled nervously at the truth that I was male and not really a nun. We made arrangements for me to go to his company to view their equipment the next week before any decision would be made about purchase for the school.

Sister Catherine approved the trip and the next week Mr. Forman, Joe, picked me up at the convent. The other sisters giggled at my newly demonstrated awkwardness like this was some sort of date and not a business trip. On the way we talked about many different things and Joe related that he found me very attractive and the fact that I was a habited sister added to the mystique. The forbidden fruit thing again, if he only knew. Before I could stop myself, I whispered that I thought he was quite a man. He smiled, squeezed my hand and drove to his home, a sprawling mansion which was quite deserted. He handed me a present and asked me to open it. Inside was red lipstick and other cosmetics as well as a black negligee. I was starting to get scared at the implications and Joe could see this. He pulled me to him and I all I could do was put my arms around his neck and run my fingers trough his hair. He kissed me and I felt his tongue reach out and mingle with mine. He said Sister Claire, I am in love with you. All I could say was "I love you too, my darling Joe".

I went to the bathroom and looked at the sweet angelic Sister in the mirror. I could not go through with this. I had already put on lipstick, eyeliner, shadow and perfume but balked at the negligee so I still wore my nunly habit and veil. He had kissed a nun and wanted more! Worse, the nun wanted more than just kissing as well. I knew I would be caught as a man if I wore the negligee so I left it there and stepped out. I told him I could not go through with it. He kissed me again and I melted in his arms as before and unzipped his pants releasing his huge swollen penis. Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and began to lick and suck that awesome member while he caressed my veil and till he came deep in my lipstick covered mouth. We were both ashamed at what we had done so we quickly took care of computer business and he took me home. I was sorry I had sucked him while I was in habit and a nun but was not sorry that I had sucked him and still wanted him. I wanted him in me. I wanted to be his little bride and make love forever.

When I arrived back at the convent, Sister Catherine could tell something was amiss. I told her everything including the fact that I had fallen in love with Joe despite the fact that I was a man and a supposed nun and had oral sex with him. Sister calmed me down as I wept like a little girl. she forgave me for my transgression and was not surprised. She said the psychological profile had revealed that I was transgendered even if I would not admit it to myself and furthermore I preferred to be with men sexually. That is why the sisters were not opposed to me being in the convent and also why I was not given Final Vows since it would be likely that I would break them once I had discovered the truth about myself, that is, I want to be a woman and marry a man. Sister called the center to which I would return and have a sex-change operation with breast implantation. I would than be hired back as a female single lay teacher who happens to be a former-nun at the school. The cover would not be blown and moreover would be firmly cemented. Sister Catherine concluded, "who knows, maybe Mr. Forman would like to see you again, but I am sad at the loss of such a dear fellow sister". With that we embraced and she gave me her blessing.

So here I am watching "Sister Act" with my former fellow sisters but constant and understanding friends. I turned in all of my habits and am wearing a trim business suit with a silk blouse and 4 inch back patent heels. My own hair is getting longer and is styled in a pixie cut. My ears have been pierced. I love my new vagina and breasts and have forgotten the old male me. Tomorrow I return to the classroom as Ms. Claire Turner and am hoping a certain gentleman will come calling. sister Catherine let him know that I left the convent after some soul searching so would be available to continue any romance. Apparently, Joe was delighted. Sister Miriam and the other sisters are hoping I have a big Church wedding with Joe and that they can sing at it just like in the "Sound of Music". I sure hope so but first I am looking forward to the courting process, this time without the habit.