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FinallyFinallyI had decided it was time, finally, to try the experiences I had dreamedof my whole life. I had been a secret crossdresser since I was a c***d,and had hidden this side of me from my wife and c***dren. The last fewyears of my marriage had been empty, staying together mainly for thek**s and a kind of inertia. But now, they had grown up, married andleft the area. I knew I would only see them infrequently. With theirdeparture, my wife and I quickly came to the realization that we werebetter suited to live apart, and the divorce had been quick andamicable.So finally alone, I could consider doing what I thought about manytimes. My needs were simple, and with the accumulated time, I couldretire with enough of a pension to cover my expenses. So the next stepwas to make the changes I wanted. The first steps were easy. Shaving,really shaving, everywhere; allowing my hair to grow longer; taking careof my nails and experimenting more with makeup and clothes; all of thiswas easy to do and fun. I liked the new way I looked, so I began todiet and swim regularly. The lost weight and toning gave me a nice slimsilhouette, more feminine in appearance. The next steps would be morepermanent, and more expensive.I had looked at myself for 50 years, seeing what I would change if Icould, what would make me more feminine or at least androgynous ifnothing else. I had a list of changes that a good plastic surgeon coulddo. It wouldn’t be inexpensive, but I decided it would be worth it tome. With some searching online and recommendations from some girls intransgender forums, I selected a potential surgeon. He lived about sixhours away (which would give me more privacy), was highly respected, andhandled a lot of gender-related patients. I went to his web site andusing his email connection, detailed some changes I wanted to have andasked if this would be possible. Within a business day, I had aresponse and it was highly encouraging. He invited me to a consultation,at no cost, saying he couldn’t promise anything without seeing the workin person. I was thrilled, so I called his office the next day and wasable to make an appointment for two weeks later. That would give me timeto send them my medical history and make hotel arrangements near hisoffice.I hadn’t been nervous until I entered his office. The reality was facingme now. I was going to describe what I had in mind and admit to anotherperson that I had a more feminine side, a much more feminine side.Luckily I had an early appointment and soon was in a one of hisexamining rooms. The nurse took me back to the room, had me fill outsome forms, and measured my height, weight, blood pressure, the usualstuff. Then she told me to undress, so she could take some photos forthe doctor to use on his imaging screen; she gave me a beige stretchy g-string for modesty. She left so I could disrobe and I quickly removed myclothes. The g-string felt a little odd, but it was better than nothing.She soon returned, and had me stand in front of a screen where she tookphotos of my face and body, from the side, rear and front. She then gaveme a short robe and said it would only be a few minutes to the doctorcame to see me. This is when I really began to have second thoughtsabout what I was doing, but I just reminded myself of how long I haddreamed of these changes.When the doctor came in, I was a little surprised. I had seen his photoson his website, so I knew he was a black man. But he was taller than Iexpected with a broad chest and his face was more handsome in personthan in the photo. He wore a suit and tie, partially covered with awhite lab coat. He introduced himself as Dr. Morris and we made somesmall talk as he pulled up my photos on a computer screen that sat nearthe examining table. Finally, he turned to me, told me he had looked atmy application, but wanted me to detail what changes I had in mind. Ihad to steady myself a bit but then began to tell him what I wanted.”I’ve always seen myself inside as different from the way I appearoutwardly. I have a more feminine self image and want to take some stepsto look the way I feel. Not that these are drastic changes, but more tosoften my appearance. First I’d like to smooth out some of my face,remove the acne scars from my youth and some of the wrinkles I’ve gottenlately. Also I want to straighten my nose, removing the bump to give itmore of a classic look. Finally I like to have some injections in mylips to give them a bit more shape and plumpness. “As I listed these changes, Dr. Morris manipulated the photos on thescreen to immediately reflect what I had in mind. As I saw how thesemodifications would change my appearance I became exited and emboldenedto outline what I wanted done to my body.”As far as changes to my body, despite my attempts to tone up and loseweight, I still have fat around my waist. I’d like to have liposuctionfor that. Make it smooth and trim. Then with that fat, I’d like you re-inject it to make my butt a little bigger. If possible, I’d also like tohave some fat inserted right above my genital area, sloping up toward mybelly button to create a more feminine look to that area.”The doctor didn’t say anything at first, but made the changes on screen.The results looked like I had in mind and to see it made me want it evenmore. Finally, he looked up from the screen.”I think I understand what you want, but let me examine you first andthen we can talk about options. Stand up and remove your robe.”He stood before me and lightly began to feel my body. He ran his fingersacross my nose and softly stroked my skin and lips. His fingers weresoft, smooth, so that it was almost like being stroked by a velvetcloth. His touch was very reassuring. Moving down my body, he pinchedthe fat around my waist and turned me around to assess my butt. He askedme if I wanted to remove the fat under my breasts, but I shook my headno. The whole process was both exciting and embarrassing as well.Turning me back around, he pulled down the g-string and manipulated mycock and balls, a move that surprised me a bit. Finally, he indicatedthat he was done and made some notes on the text files associated withmy screen photos as I put my robe back on. As he finished, he turned andsmiled.”I definitely can help you get the look you want. You obviously have amore feminine image of yourself in mind, but I think we need to reallyassess if the changes you described will produce the results that youimagine. I also want to be sure how far you’d like to go. You’ve notmentioned hormone therapy, although in your application you indicatedyou didn’t want that because of possible effects on your sexual desireand male genitals. I’m assuming you want to stay with that, so what I’llsuggest will just be surgical. First for your face, I can give you thesmooth skin you want with a dermal peel and a little filler, but wouldsuggest a little more work for the other modifications. I think theslope of your nose should be a little concave and the flare of yournostrils should be reduced; these changes would give you a smaller, muchmore feminine nose. The injections for your lips would only make aminor and temporary change, but I can insert silicon pads to give youthe plumpness that you described. Another feature of the feminine faceis a rounded or pointed chin. Luckily you do not have a long chin, so wewon’t need to reduce your jaw length, but can just added a small pad atthe tip of your chin to adjust it from a square masculine appearance toa rounder feminine one. Finally, you didn’t mention it, but your eyesare starting to show some age, with drooping lids and wrinkles. A smalleye lift will fix those, making you look about 10 years younger, andopen them with a raised, more feminine look for your brows.”As before, he made these changes on screen. The result was certainlymore noticeable and I really liked how his suggestions improved myappearance, especially the eyes. I would be more feminine, but I waswilling to take that step. I told him those were okay and I reconfirmedmy decision on hormones.”Your suggested changes to your body will also need a bit more work tobe as effective as you want. I know the love handles around your waistseem like a lot of fat, but in reality there would be very littleavailable for injection elsewhere and more times than not, injected fatis just absorbed by the body. So, I’ll just lipo those which should giveyou a nice narrow waist. Instead of injecting fat in your buttocks,there is a curved silicon pad that will fit across each cheek onto yourside to give you some added width to your hips as well as a rounder morepronounced buttock. I have used these before and they produce a veryfeminine lower torso. Your request for the pubic mound or Mons Venus ismore unusual. That is a typical feature for females, and I have donethis for some sex reassignment surgeries over the years. Again, I canuse a small silicon insert to fill out that area. I know you think thesechanges will increase your feminine appearance, but I suspect thatafterwards you may be disappointed. It is easy to imagine the change asmore noticeable than it would really be. So, I’d like to suggest acouple of enhancements that will push you toward a more convincingfemale form.First, since you don’t want me to remove your breast fat, I think acouple of breast implants would be desirable. Without them, you wouldneither look feminine nor masculine across your chest. I can insert somesmaller implants, appropriate for your body size, which will give youmore projection and shape. Second, your desire for a pubic mound tellsme you want feminine looking genitals as well. I can give you a lookthat is totally female, but will still allow erections and maleejaculations. Basically, I push your testicles up into your body cavityand use some permanent silk sutures to hold them in place. They willcontinue to function, although your sperm will be infertile, and can bedropped back into your scrotal sac in the future if desired, just byremoving the stitches. Once they are in place inside you, I can pull thescrotal sac forward, and anchor it there around the base of the penisusing more silk sutures. This creates folds that resemble a woman’sinner labia. Then by inserting silicon rods under your skin just outsideof this I can create raised ridges that will fully resemble a woman’souter labial folds. With the labia in place, I merely push the penisback into itself, partially inside you, and use a removable metal ringto keep it retracted. The ring will be attached inside your new falselabia with surgical stitches; normally the ring can be separated butwhile everything heals I’ll suture it shut. After healing, the centerstitches can be removed and the ring can be opened and then closed witha small lock. That will allow you to protrude your penis, reach anerection and have intercourse or masturbate. However, when the penis isretracted and the ring locked, you will have a very passable femaleappearance everywhere. It allows you to urinate even when locked,sitting just as any female would. I have used this often for my male tofemale transgender surgery patients when they are beginning transitionbut have not completed the final surgery. I guarantee you will bepleased with these last two surgery options and if you are not I willremove them with no charges for any of the work. As part of the work wewill do laser hair removal around your genitals, so when it is tuckedeverything will remain smooth. I’d also suggest laser removal for yourbeard. Because you have such extensive surgery planned, this will befree of charge as well.”Dr. Morris had been crafting these changes onto my screen image as hetalked. The changes he suggested were amazing. The photo now looked veryfeminine, although it was easy to imagine that with the right clothesthe changes would not be obvious if I wanted a male appearance. I feltexcited but a little anxious, but I agreed to his suggestions. Heseemed really pleased that I liked his suggestions, and then told methat the finances could be worked out on payment schedule to meet myneeds. Also, he said the price would include a week stay at his clinicwhere I would get assistance from the nurses for the roughest part of myrecovery. Then I was welcome to stay at his recovery ranch, a group of12 cabins along a river just outside of town. There I could finish myrecovery of five weeks and adjust to my new appearance. He said in hisbusiness that most of his clients needed some adjustment period. Thecost would be minimal; he joked it was luxury class accommodations at aMotel 6 price. When he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted, Ididn’t hesitate. I was finally ready to be me.The next few weeks flew by. I made one more visit to his clinic where Ihad my initial laser hair treatment and the chemical peel. The peellooked just like bad sunburn and it was pretty much healed by the time Icame back for the real surgeries another two weeks later. I had broughteverything they suggested, although I was a little mystified by some ofthe items on the list. I understood the private toiletries, even thepanties and cosmetics for afterwards. But they also listed stockings,the kind you used with garters, in various colors and several pairs ofheels. Checking into his clinic, it felt like Christmas Eve. I was soexcited I couldn’t sleep. When the nurses came to prep me I felt anexhilarating mix of anxiety and excitement. It lasted until theanesthetic put me under.I vaguely remember waking up after the surgery. The nurses kept askingme questions and got me upright in bed. Once I had recovered fully fromthe anesthetic, I was wheeled back to my private room to recover. Thefirst few days were nothing more than extended periods of rest, heavydoses of pain killers and nurses checking my vitals and changing out IVbags. Dr. Morris had used a catheter on me and because my lips had beenenlarged they kept the nutrition flowing just through IVs, limiting meto ice and water. I had four small drains where fluids from my waistand new breasts were collected. I couldn’t really see what how I lookedas there were no mirrors in the room and my bandages were quite thick.The nurses did make me walk a little each day, although the very slowshuffling I managed barely qualified as walking. Dr. Morris came byeach day to examine his work and seemed pleased how things were going.Even the nurses commented on how well everything looked. After fourdays, I had recovered enough to switch to real food and the nurses saidI could take a bath after Dr. Morris removed my bandages.The first bandages the doctor removed were on my face. He removed thepacking from nose, unwound the wrap around my eyes, and peeled the tapeoff the outside of my nose. He gingerly touched my skin and had a broadgrin on his face. Next, he had me stand up. One of the assisting nurseshelped him undo my constricting body garment that was being used to holdthe implants in place as well as compress my waist where the fat wasremoved. Again he smiled and nodded his head as he softly touched theareas and checked sutures on the small cuts made during surgery. I hadstopped draining so he gently removed the tubes. Finally he checked outmy redesigned genitals and removed the catheter. Once he was done, hestood up, made a few comments to the nurses and told me that the workhad come out even better than he had hoped. My recovery was ahead ofschedule and I would be able to go from the clinic to his recoveryresort. With that he told me to enjoy my bath and left to see anotherpatient.I couldn’t have been more nervous. The nurse had taken me from my roomto a large bath where I was going to soak in a tub and wash up. Butfirst she was going to let me see the changes. I almost gasp out loudas she held up the mirror so I could see my face. I looked like I hadlost a fight. My nose and eyes looked black and blue. My whole faceseemed like a puffy mess, but especially my lips. They looked huge. Icouldn’t help but touch them. But I had to assure myself that once theswelling went down, everything would look good. I could already tellthat my skin was smooth. My eyes were much younger looking and had awider, open appearance. I was surprised at how much of an arch thesurgery had given my brows. Even without makeup, they looked completelyfeminine. The added bit to my chin also gave my whole face a softermore feminine shape.Next the nurse told me to come over to the wall mirror and remove therobe. I was almost afraid to look. I dropped the robe as I stood infront of the mirror. The reflection I saw looked so different it didn’tseem to be mine. I saw a form with a very narrow waist balanced by largebreasts on top and wide hips below. I couldn’t decide what to look atfirst. My eyes were drawn to my new breasts. Dr. Morris had said hewould use his judgment to select a size appropriate for my frame toreflect a modest increase. But my chest was now very large, juttingforward. Again I had to feel them, and they were tender and feltswollen. Next I looked down to where my cock used to hang. Now there wasnothing, but a tight slit swollen and sutured. The pubic mound was justas I had envisioned, but the lack of a cock and balls was scary. I ranmy hand over the slit until I felt the head of my cock pressed againstthe small metal ring. Further down I could feel the end of each ball,tightly sutured inside me. I knew they would still be there, but sincethey were not in sight I felt relieved to confirm it. Turning to theside I saw my new bottom, jutting out behind. Again it was more than Iexpected. It seemed to stick out as much as my new breasts did in front.All I could do was slowly turn around looking at myself. Finally Iheard a little chuckle from the nurse who had been watching me. Shetold me I needed to bathe and then I could have more time to look.Once I slid into the water, I realized how sore and soiled I was. Isoftly washed my new body and face with a small sponge. It was like adream come true to feel the feminine curves of my new body. The nursecame over and sat by me and I asked her some questions about thesurgery. She answered as best as she could and then told me aboutkeeping certain areas really clean, especially my constructed genitals. Dr. Morris had put in a couple of large metal staples to hold the outerlabia close together. Once they were anchored in place, after about fourweeks, he could remove the staples and the slit would open up a little. I asked her if I could shave some parts of my body, as I could see hairgrowing back on my legs, across my chest and underarms. She said Icould, but if I was interested she could line up some laser hair removalfor those areas too. Once I transferred to the resort, they would dosuch treatments for only a minor charge. I got out and dried off. Eventhen I took the time to examine my new shape. I slipped on a new bodygarment to keep my new shape tightly bound. This was the pattern for thenext few days. I was healing quite well and I was pleased overall, butstill could not totally accept my large breasts, puffy lips, and higharching brows. I couldn’t see how I could look masculine with thesechanges. I was to see Dr. Morris in his office soon and wanted to talkwith him about these changes.The iskenderun escort nurse had told me I was to see Dr. Morris that afternoon andsuggested I take a nice bath and even have an enema that morning. Iwondered about the enema, but she said he would explain during the exam.The clinic provided a nice robe and a matching set of kitten heelslippers to wear to his office. I entered his office and as always hewas very personable. He asked me about how I felt, any pain, oruncomfortable feelings. As I answered he made some notes on his laptop.Looking up he asked me to remove my clothes. I slipped off the robe andbegan undoing all the hooks and zippers on the compression garment,until I stood before him totally nude. He asked me to walk toward thedoor, away from him and then back. It felt rather odd to be nude,walking in the heels, being watched by a man. When I came back to thedesk, he stood up and came to me. He slowly ran his fingers over my bodytouching my waist where he removed my love handles. He placed his handson my breasts, grasping each one from the bottom, hefting them as ifchecking the implant inside. He slowly rubbed his thumbs across mynipples, back and forth, back and forth until they sprouted out.”Very nice, I like to see some response in the nipples, especially if Ihave enhanced them as I have yours. During surgery I saw that yournipple would be small compared to your new breast size. So I added asilicon plug within each nipple that gave it more projection. As youheal the response will get quicker and more pronounced. Eventually theywill protrude with any emotional or environmental trigger and because ofthe implant will stick out very noticeably. After they heal completely,we can tattoo the areola to make it larger using a light pink ink thatwill match your natural color. Your breast implants look like they aresettling in too. They will remain high on your chest for several months,but will gradually drop and appear much more natural.”Smiling again, he softly touched my face, feeling where the stitcheswere and tracing the implants in my lips. Suddenly, he put his thumb atthe center of my mouth and softly pushed it in. Looking me in the eye,he softly said to suck it. I was bewildered by this, but did as heasked. Nodding his head, he pulled his thumb out and explained that heliked to see how the implants reacted in a natural act. There were stilla little stiff, but he expected them to become more flexible with time.He then moved his hands down my body feeling the implants around mybuttocks and then had me spread my legs and closely examined my newpseudo-labia. Finally he turned to his laptop and added more notes to myfile. Looking up he asked me if I had any questions. I was a littlehesitant, as I liked most of his work, but was just surprised at howvery feminine I looked now. So I just decided to ask about a couple ofthese changes.”Dr. Morris when you outlined the changes you had in mind for me, yousaid you would make the breast, lip and eye changes that would beminimally more feminine than what I had in mind. The changes youindicated on my photos reflected that modest adjustment. But when I lookat how they turned out, my lips are very large and my eyebrows have ahigh arch. My breasts are much, much larger then I envisioned. I guess Iam a little concerned about how far you went.”I felt guilty complaining, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He looked atme and smiled as he spoke.”I admit I went a bit further than I originally thought would benecessary. Once I began your surgery, I could see that small breastimplants would be totally out of balance with your new narrow waist andbroader hips. You would have the classic pear shape that many womenhave. That is the most frequent body profile to come to me for a breastenhancement. I just felt it would be better if I went ahead and balancedyour overall figure. Plus, as I mentioned earlier, as the swelling goesdown and your implants shift, your breasts won’t seem so large nor willthey project forward as much. You will end up with a nice C-cup breastthat should be quite attractive. As for your lips and eyes, the size andshape of both were determined mostly by your existing facial contours. Iused the smallest possible lip implant and to remove the wrinkles fromyour eyes and forehead, I had to pull the eyebrows up as well. I thinkthe contrast just seems great because you are used to your old face.Again once the swelling in the lips goes away and you get adjusted toyour new facial structure, you will realize that they are not as radicalas you fear. That is one reason I like for my patients to stay at therecovery resort. That time will allow you to become acclimated to yournew appearance, learn how to accent it or even subdue it, as needed, andrealize that now you have the outward look you dreamed of.”As he spoke, I began to feel embarrassed. I had asked him to make memore feminine and now that he had, I was expressing buyer’s remorse. Itstruck me that I had finally reached the female form that my mind haddesired, and I was just experiencing the emotions many women have abouttheir body image. I felt a blush cross my face. I was a little ashamedabout my complaining, but also realized that I was standing totally nudein front of a man. I would have felt awkward before standing nude as aman; now I had a woman’s body with breasts and at least outwardly apussy. The more I thought about it the redder my face and chest became. Noticing my uneasiness, Dr. Morris reached out, touched my arm andsmiled.”It’s a little harder to adjust to real life changes than imagined ones,isn’t it? I fully expected you to have questions and knew even insurgery that this would take a little adjustment on your part. I do havefaith in my judgment and am positive that you will love the look that Ihave given you. But we do have one more process to complete today. Iknow your nurse helped with an enema this morning and it was necessaryto facilitate this last procedure. Even though you now have a femaleappearance to your external genitals, you are still a functioning male.That means you need to exercise your male reproductive system. Becauseyour penis is currently trapped inside you, this exercise and theresulting release of semen cannot occur through masturbation or sex. Iwill have to anally massage your prostrate gland to release thesefluids. I’ll have the nurse assist us, in this process and it will bethe final act of each of your weekly visits to see me.”With that, he rang for a nurse and indicated that I was to get up on theexamining table. I did as he instructed, kneeling with my head down onthe pad, my legs spread and my ass elevated. The nurse brought in asmall ebony colored wand. The end was enlarged about three times thewidth of the shaft, and was tapered at the front. I watched as the nurseapplied lubricant first to the wand and then to my anus. Dr. Morristook the wand and placed it at my opening. He placed his other hand onone ass cheek and began to apply pressure to force it inside. The nursetook my hand and whispered to me that it would be easier if I contractedmy butt as if I were having a bowel movement. I did as she asked and ithelped; the head slipped in quickly giving me a full feeling. Dr. Morristhen began to manipulate the wand in my ass. The nurse put a small cupunderneath me, directly below where my penis was imprisoned behind thering. Soon, I felt an erotic sensation inside me and my hidden cocktried to enlarge, but only momentarily. Finally it began to slowly dripsemen out of the head. While I dripped out cum, Dr. Morris continued towork the wand in and around my ass. This continued for several minutesuntil the cup had a surprising amount of fluid in it. Despite all theemissions, I never felt like I had an ejaculation as there was noemotional climax. The process still felt erotic, but with a clinicalovertone; also whenever I looked back through my spread legs and watchedhim work the wand in my ass it felt embarrassing. Finally he removedthe wand, told the nurse to help me clean up and that everything lookednormal. He said I was progressing nicely and could move to the resort.He then went behind his desk and got a flat box out of a drawer. Heplaced it next to me and indicated it was a gift and that it should fit.With that he left the office. As she helped clean up the lubricant andwipe off my labia, the nurse smiled and talked about how attractive mylook was. Sitting up, I opened the box. Inside was a lace trimmed high-waist panty girdle and a matching lace bra both in a soft pastel blue.The nurse said that I didn’t need the medical constricting garment anylonger but would need regular foundation wear for the next few months.She told me that the cabin at the resort would have a few morefoundation sets as well as dresses, skirts, pants, and blouses in sizesthat should fit. She helped me get dressed and then took me back to theroom. Soon I was packed up and transferred to my new cabin.It was a nice, but rustic looking building with a bath, small bedroom,an open kitchen-living room space and a screened-in porch overlookingthe river. Each cabin had an entertainment center and a computer forinternet access. The interior décor was decidedly feminine, with floweryprints and bright colors throughout. Fresh flowers were also present anda light pleasant air freshener scented the air. The staff had equippedme with a variety of clothes. The dresses were mostly simple shifts andblouses and skirts were all in similar colors so that they could bemixed quite easily. Even so, I was quite excited about some of theoutfits since they were either tight enough to really highlight my newcurves, or had a low cut to emphasize my décolletage. . I could see thatspending some time here would be a nice way to adjust to my new body.The recovery cabins were at the edge of a larger resort, and had a smallcenter facility to provide services. The cabin area was connected to therest of the resort by some paved walking trails and a shuttle would takeyou to anywhere on site or even to a main commercial area in town. Thecenter included a dining area, a small convenience shop, a beautysaloon, and some rehab exercise equipment. There were usually only a fewstaff at this location, but by scheduling your desired activity, theappropriate nurse or technician would meet you there. The generalschedule also called for a nurse visit to my cabin to check sutures, andcheck my overall condition. The first afternoon, I was scheduled to dosome light rehab and later I returned for my first dinner. I saw otherpatients at this time, in various stages of recovery. Several were likeme, just emerging, but others were almost fully transitioned and werenicely dressed with full make-up. I had just worn a loose exerciseoutfit as I had not yet become confident in my new appearance. Over thenext few weeks I began to relax more and become more interactive withpatients and staff. I spent a lot of time in my cabin, using makeup tohighlight my new face and trying clothes on to see what each item woulddo to my appearance. I took advantage of their original offer for morelaser hair removal and had my chest, face, underarms, and legs treated. I went to the salon and had my hair dyed a lighter blond and styled in aface framing bob. They also did manicures and pedicures and gave memake-up tips to improve my techniques. I began getting very comfortablewith a complete feminine appearance and rarely appeared anywhere now,except in a dress, heels and fully made up. Although initially I hadhoped to see more reduction in the size of my lips and breasts, I beganto appreciate how they really improved my female look and inwardly wasglad Dr. Morris had increased their size.In addition to my daily nurse visits, I went to Dr. Morris’s office oncea week. His examination was the same every visit. He would observe mewalking, nude or in my foundation wear, in my heels. He would check eachsuture and grasp and stroke my breast and buttock implants. He made of apoint of rubbing his thumbs across my nipples until they were erect. Thefirst week he had me suck on this thumb again and each week he addedanother finger until he had me sucking on three digits together. Thiswas one of the most embarrassing parts of the exam, but he alwayscomplimented me on it and seemed pleased with how flexible the lipsimplants were becoming. He also examined my labia and genitals and onthe third visit removed the large staples holding the outer lipstogether. He seemed very pleased with how they were developing. He hadme sit on the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. Holding amirror angled so I could see them, he described how they mimicked anatural female pussy and stroked the inner lips. I was amazed at howsensitive they were to his touch and despite myself I could feel mypenis harden as much as it could inside me. Of course the last part ofthe visit was him anally manipulating me to milk my prostrate andrelease seminal fluid. On the third visit, he took his gloved hand andspread my labia apart so that the fluid would drip more easily into thecup. After every exam he entered notes in his laptop and talked to me alittle about my adjustment. He said I was fully on schedule and expectedthat I could go home soon. After the fifth visit he was able to removethe sutures holding my penis ring together and replace them with a smalllock. He did keep the key however; as he said the sutures holding thering to the inner parts of my labia needed more time to heal. He saidthat by keeping the key it would remove any temptation on my part torelease my penis prematurely.I was scheduled for a final visit in my sixth week at the resort. Thenurse said Dr. Morris would examine me this last time and then I wouldbe released to go home. It was a bit of mixed news. I had growncomfortable at the resort with my new female appearance, but was readyto go home to more familiar surroundings. However, there I would befaced with introducing my decidedly feminine form to my neighbors andfriends. The nurse came by prior to my visit, with a gift box. She saidthat Dr. Morris had some important visitors on site this week;apparently some Chinese doctors were there to learn techniques on hisgender surgeries. She said if I was interested, they would be allowed towatch my examination by Dr. Morris. In compensation, my bill for my stayat the resort would be reduced and all my laser hair removal costs wouldbe free. Although I was a bit apprehensive about being seen nude byothers, I appreciated what Dr. Morris had done for me and the lowerbills would be nice too, so I agreed. The nurse told me to wear what wasin the gift box and just follow instructions as usual.After I showered, did my light makeup and put my hair up, I opened thebox and began to dress for my exam. I was surprised that it contained adress, a bright yellow shift. It was coordinated with 4 inch pumps insoft matt yellow and matching lingerie. A long-line strapless bra,girdle brief with garters, and a tiny g-string panty, all in a lemonyellow sheer lace fabric completed the outfit. Attaching nude stockingsto the garters and slipping on the pumps, I headed to his office. Ifelt my stomach flutter a bit as the nurse showed me into his exam room,the one attached to his office. Inside I saw a group of men, all in labcoats, standing in front of his laptop. Dr. Morris motioned for me toenter. As I approached I could see the images on the computer werephotos of my transition. I blushed a bit, but I was actually very proudof how I looked now, and the fact that Dr. Morris wanted me to representhis work meant a lot.All of the Chinese doctors looked at me as I entered and Dr. Morrisspoke to them in their native language. Once I was in his office, hetold me to walk to the end of the room and slip off the dress. Heusually had me disrobe at his exam table and then walk to the end ofroom where a small reading area was elevated upon a 3-step platform.Following this change in instructions I walked to the end of the room todisrobe. I reached behind me and slid the zipper down the dress andstepped out of it, placing it on a side table. Standing in front of thedoctors in my lingerie was a bit intimidating, but I just took a deepbreath and began my walk back towards them. I could hear them talkingamong themselves and occasionally asking Dr. Morris a question, all inChinese. I could see all eyes focused on me. I then made the return tripto the top of the stairs. Dr. Morris smiled at me and gave me a simplecommand to remove my brief and hose. Sitting in a chair next to thestairs I slipped off the stockings before standing to pull down mybrief. I knew the doctor wanted me to put on the pumps again, as thiswas also a standard request. I once again walked toward the group ofdoctors, this time I could see them intently scanning my body from thetiny panty up to my cleavage. I was really beginning to blush at thispoint, but also felt some pride in how I looked. Returning to theelevated area, I looked at Dr. Morris and he nodded. He knew that I wasin my routine now, so words were not necessary. I reached behind me, andslowly un-hooked the bra. As it fell forward into my left hand, anaudible gasp escaped from one of the doctors followed by rapidconversations, again in Chinese. I slowly walked toward them feeling mybreasts bounce slightly with each step.When I reached the group, Dr. Morris began to examine me. He followedhis normal procedure tracing areas where my surgeries had been, turningto the doctors with each one, describing my surgeries, I assumed.Occasionally he would indicate to one of them to mimic his exam, and theChinese doctor would place his hand where Dr. Morris’s hand had been. Itfelt extremely odd to have someone else trace their fingers over my faceor torso. In fact, one doctor openly displayed attraction for my changesand made sure to trace his hands over both my butt and breasts, endinghis touching with a quick pinch. I didn’t quite believe it the firsttime, but when he pinched my nipple after stroking it, I glanced at hisface. He did not seem surprised, but winked and smiled at me, putting meoff balance. Once the doctors, had all seen my body, Dr. Morrisindicated that I should crawl up on the table. I knew he would want mypanty removed so peeled it off, trying not to bend over too far, as thecheeky doctor was of course standing right behind me. With my pantyremoved, I slipped off my heels and sat on the end of the exam bench.Dr. Morris spread my legs, so my pseudo pussy was open for all to see.Dr. Morris put his left hand on my knee to spread it a bit further andusing his right hand began tracing over my new labia inserts, speakingrapidly to the doctors as he did so. They had crowded in closely behindhim, all staring intently at my new genitalia. Moving his left hand tomy privates, Dr. Morris used his thumbs and forefingers to spread mylips apart to reveal the attached metal guard that kept my penis incheck. As he did so, the Chinese doctors broke out in a symphony ofhushed conversation, some even pointing to my feminized crotch andmotioning as they spoke. Dr. Morris remained quiet at first but thenresumed speaking to them, as if lecturing iskenderun escort bayan them on how it wasaccomplished and the intended goal. Finishing his mini-lecture, heremoved his fingers from me, allowing the other doctors to touch andfeel the constructed labia. They all began touching me at once, creatinga quite odd sensation; of course the one doctor made an effort to findone of my testicles just under the stretched skin and gave it a tweakwith his thumb and forefinger, again winking at me as he did.Once this exam was over, Dr. Morris indicated with a small wave of hishand that I was to assume my position on the table. I turned and beganto crawl up, immediately feeling a hand cup the bottom curve of my ass.I didn’t even bother to look back, as I knew by now whose hand it was.Once I was in position, my head resting on the bench, my knees spread aswide as possible and my ass lifted up, Dr. Morris continued his exam. Helightly coated my hole with lubricant and placed the tip of the probe atthe opening. I was quite used to being entered this way, but it feltvery embarrassing at this moment. I glanced back through my legs to seethe Chinese doctors staring at me in rapt attention as if they werewitnessing some miracle. Only one doctor was smiling, and he made eyecontact with me as the probe reached the prostrate area and Dr. Morrisbegan to massage it to release my pent up fluids. To my total disbelief,my tormentor said something to him, and Dr. Morris relinquished his gripon the probe to the Chinese doctor. As he manipulated it in my ass, abroad grin spread across his face. He also took the liberty or restinghis other hand on the curve of my butt cheek. Of course by now, thefluids were literally flowing from my trapped penis making this looklike I was responded positively to him, making it all the moreembarrassing. Finally I had to look away as I couldn’t stand the smuglook of the visiting doctor any longer.Once the fluid discharge slowed, I felt Dr. Morris reach in between mylabia and insert a small key into my lock. With a soft click, he removedit and allowed the metal retainer to open. My penis had been trapped forso long it didn’t react immediately, so he grasped the compressed headwith the tips of his fingers and pulled it down. Freed from inside me,my cock began to harden, reacting to the pumping motion of the probewhich was still in my ass. I had almost forgotten what it felt like toget an erection, even though this one was still fairly soft. Dr. Morrismade a quick stroke down the length of my cock, which caused it tostiffen considerably. Stunningly he invited the others to touch me aswell. This group groping was far worse than when they had touched mylabia; it ended of course, with a sharp pinch of my cock head by myspecial admirer who had continued to pump the probe in my ass,abandoning the soft stroking of my prostrate to replicate more an analfucking motion. By now all the doctors were chattering away, as if theywere so surprised that I was still capable of achieving a male erectiongiven my totally feminine appearance. Once the talk died down a bit andthey removed their hands, Dr. Morris put a cold cloth across my penis,causing the blood to leave my shaft and it shrank to a soft condition.He removed the anal probe and using just two fingers pressed my cockback inside me and with a flourish shut the metal retainer and locked meinside again. This caused the Chinese observers to give a little cheeras if he had beaten back a dragon. Dr. Morris wiped off the lubricantand remaining seminal fluid from me and whispered that he wanted me tostand again. I slipped off the table and turned to face the crowd. Bynow my nipples were rock hard, my skin was covered by goose bumps, andmy face was glowing red. It was difficult to look at them, but I triedto remember this was a medical exam and I really shouldn’t beembarrassed.Dr. Morris spoke up to the group, I assume telling them they could askquestions if they wanted. I was then bombarded with a whole range ofinquiries, some in broken English, others in very precise language whilea few had him translate for them. Most questions had to do with myexperiences, adjustments to my new body, whether the changes met myprior expectations, all in a serious tone. It was easy to answer these,and I began to feel a little more comfortable in front of them. But justas I thought the questions were over, my tormentor spoke up in clearEnglish with a hint of a British accent. He wanted to know whether Ithought I would prefer the female role in sex from now on, as Iobviously had been acclimated to going without an erection for sometime. I tried to stutter out an answer, but Dr. Morris waved to thegroup indicating that the examination was over. They were to follow himto his office and leave the examining room. As they turned to followhim, the cheeky doctor turned, winked and whispered that I lookedperfect to him. My face immediately flushed again, both from theunwanted attention from this man and the conflicting thoughts he hadplanted in my brain by his question. Although I had desired to have amore feminine body, I had not imagined what that would do to my post-surgery sex life. I assumed that because I could still get erectionsthat male sex release would be still be my option for intimacy. But Ihad to admit that I was now thinking almost exclusively as a female andhad been shocked as my cock had emerged from between my new labia. Itjust looked out of place and almost foreign to me now, so as I gotdressed my mind was reeling as I tried to make some sense of this.Later one of the nurses brought by a note from Dr. Morris and my releasepapers. His note indicated that he was thrilled by my performance forthe visiting doctors and that I had represented him, his clinic andmyself wonderfully. He also told me that I had recovered in almost everyway, only my penis restraint would need a bit more healing; to promotethat he was going to continue to hold the key. He would give me the keyonce he was convinced all the sutures were secure. The nurse had meschedule a follow up exam in a month where I would get my areole tattoosto complete the physical modifications. I was to pack my things and beready to leave tomorrow. I just needed to go into town to pick up ananal probe to use at home from the sex shop down the street from thecinema. They supplied all of Dr. Morris patients and I just needed totell them he had sent me. Seeing as I was going into town one last time,I made an evening of it. I dressed up fully in a very sexy dress withhigh heels. It felt nice to eat at restaurant and go to the movies as avery convincing woman. After the movie I went to the shop, and told theclerk I was a patient of Dr. Morris. He nodded his head and brought mebox, gift wrapped in a soft pink paper. Back at the cabin, I added it tomy luggage. The drive home the next day was bitter sweet. It was bothscary and calming. I loved being back in my home but I was alsoreluctant to interact with my neighbors or call up old friends. Isettled on just waving to them or nodding my head if I saw someone. Itdid feel nice to be able to go out in my town as a woman; no one doubtedthat I was what I appeared to be, especially since I limited my contactto people who really didn’t know me before.It was clear to me that I would need a period of adjustment. On top ofthat, I was very surprised when I un-wrapped the box from the sex shop.Instead of the plain colored wand with an expanded end, inside was alife-like cock. It was large, nearly nine inches, with a bulbous head,prominent veins down the shaft, and large balls at the base. It wasfitted with a suction cup so it could be mounted to a surface. But mostsurprising was its color, a dark chocolate. The first time I used it tomilk my prostrate I thought I would rip apart but as I worked it in me,I began to feel at ease. I also began to crave the full feeling it gaveme, and inserted it up my ass almost daily. As I worked it in and out, Iwould finger my labia and the tip of my restrained cock. I would attachit to the head board of my bed or on top of the coffee table. I wouldthen mount it as if I were approaching a man. The sensations caused meto moan and squirm almost uncontrollably. There was something else aboutthe dark shaft. Dr. Morris had instructed me to continue to work my lipimplants by sucking on something so as to increase their flexibility. Itwasn’t long before I had decided the chocolate cock was ideal for that.Stretching my lips over the large head seemed perfect. I also couldn’tresist trying to swallow as much of the shaft as I could. I felt reallyproud once I had managed to master taking it all the way down my throatso I could place my puffy lower lip against the balls hanging below theshaft. These acts caused me to drip almost as much seminal fluid asplunging it up my ass, I couldn’t explain it but it felt so naturalsomehow.The trip back to finish my breast modifications came quickly. I foundmyself getting excited with the prospect of seeing Dr. Morris again andgetting the key to my penis restraint. Although I had grown to lovepleasing myself anally and going down on the dildo, I remembered how Ifelt when he did those things to me. I also found my thoughts driftingback to stroking my cock and wondering how it would compare to my newcenters of pleasure. At the clinic, I was dismayed at how quickly mymeeting with the doctor was. A quick look at my nude body and an almostcursory glance at my genitals and he was done; I would need a few moreweeks before I could get the key. The nurse then took me for my nipplework; the technician told me I would have much a more convincing look tomy breasts afterwards, but she did warn me that this was not easilyreversible and if I had my implants removed I would likely still havethe larger more prominent areolas of a woman. Despite this possibility,I told her to proceed. When she was finished, I marveled at how completemy breasts looked now, even with the soreness and scabs of the tattooprocess. I was right, after a few weeks of healing I had what I, withoutmodesty, believed to be perfect breasts. They had large prominentnipples, big but not overwhelming areolas, and a projecting cone-shapeform that invited being touched and fondled. I had always dreamed ofhaving breasts and putting them in sexy bras, now I loved letting thenstrain against a sheer blouse without support of a bra; they seemed tolook so perfect, I enjoyed showing them off.It had been two weeks since my visit, and I was getting antsy aboutgetting a final look from the doctor to get my key. I was just about tocall his office when I received a call from his head nurse. She told mehe was to be in my town the day after tomorrow and wondered if he couldcome by to see me. He expected that I was fully healed and thought hecould do a quick exam at my house. I readily agreed as I was eager toget the key and it was a lot less hassle than the drive and overnightstay to go to his office. The next day I began to get nervous and forsome reason I really wanted to impress him. I went to the local salonwhere I had established my new feminine persona and got a freshpedicure, manicure, and a touch up for my blonde highlights. That nightI took a long bath, being sure to shave the few places where I hadn’thad my hair removed and applied moisturizer to be sure my skin with besmooth and soft. I set my hair and went to bed, although I was soanxious it took more than hour to fall asleep.The next morning I no longer felt nervous, just excited. I had formed abond with Dr. Morris. A bond based on trust and respect. He knew myinner secrets like no other man and accepted me for who I was, inside.Now he had made the outside match how I felt inside. So I was excited tosee him again. My thoughts turned to our previous exams and how theembarrassment at being nude in front of him and allowing him to probeand touch me in intimate ways mixed with the fantasy I had created in myhead of his desires and lust. When I thought about it after I returnedhome, I realized his touch had been the only sexual contact I hadexperienced with another person for nearly a year. Because my cock wasimprisoned inside me, I had learned to cope by stimulating myself anallyand by fantasizing. Now that I would see him again, likely for the lasttime and I would regain control over my cock again, I could move ontoanother phase of my sexual life, so excitement coursed through me as Ibegan to get ready for his visit.After a light breakfast of fruit and coffee, I did a quick run throughof my house. I wanted to be sure everything looked clean, neat and wellorganized. I had done a lot of cleaning since talking to his nurse, soonce I was satisfied that it still looked good I began to get myselfready. I wasn’t sure if he would need to milk my prostrate, as he wasgiving me the key to my chastity, but I didn’t want to take a chance. SoI cleaned myself back there, using two enemas to be sure it was empty.Also I lubricated my hole, almost out of habitat as anything, as Ialways prepared myself whenever I thought I might use the large dildo.Initially, I had planned on wearing just panties and a bra under one ofmy casual dresses; figuring that it would make undressing for his exameasier. But when I opened my lingerie drawer to get a bra, I saw thelemon yellow strapless longline bra I had been given by him to wear formy presentation to the Chinese doctors. Suddenly, I wanted to look likethat again; the outfit had been decidedly sexy in an old-fashioned way.I had secretly loved how it forced me to strip in stages for myexhibition and wanted to feel that surge of feeling like a sex objectcombined with a touch of embarrassment one more time for Dr. Morris. SoI gathered all the matching lingerie and got dressed, only this time Iused a rich brown pair of stockings with sheer toes. Pulling on theshaper brief and attaching the stockings reminded me how nervous I hadbeen that day. Now seeing how my breasts were pushed up for display andhow tightly the brief clung to my rounded ass gave me a surge of sexualfeeling and confidence. I knew my revised body was sexually attractivein a feminine way.With my lingerie on, I began to do my face and hair. I only used a lightfoundation as I was sure he would want to inspect my face as he hadalways done before. I combined it with dramatic eye makeup: well definedbrows, thick false eyelashes, winged eyeliner and a dark, smoky shadowpalate. It was a bit much for a daytime look, but it complimented thesexual edginess I felt. Some blush across my cheeks and a light coatingof shiny lip gloss completed my look. Fixing my hair was a simplematter of taking out the rollers and lightly brushing it out to createvolume with curls framing my face. I set it in place with lots of hairspray. With my hair and makeup ready, I slipped on the yellow shift anda new pair of yellow strap sandals. I had bought them to go with thedress, as sandals seemed a better choice to wear in the summer ratherthan the original pumps. Plus I wanted a higher heel. A touch of myfavorite perfume on wrists, neck, and the gap between my stockings andthe shaper and I was ready. I checked the time and he was due here inless than 30 minutes.I purposely started some busy work at the small desk in my kitchen,paying bills, writing a thank you note and looking over some othercorrespondence. I totally felt like a modern woman who was in control ofher life. The chime from the doorbell brought this serenity to crash. Mynerves which had been kept in check, raced now and I went to open thedoor uneasily. When I swung open the door, he stood there confidently.He was dressed in a white suit, light purple shirt with matching tie andheld a small black doctors’ bag. I felt my heart flutter a bit as hesmiled. I had underestimated how tall, attractive, and imposing he couldbe. I welcomed him into my home, closing the door as he stepped inside.”Hello Dr. Morris, it is so good to see you again. Thanks for coming bymy place; it makes it so much easier than a trip to your clinic. That isone thing I really appreciate about your practice, you seem to put yourpatients before anything else. Did you have any problems finding myhouse?””No your directions were so easy to follow, I didn’t even need my GPS.Hello John, it’s good to see you too. Or have you started going by Marynow?”I blushed at his mention of that name. When we first met, he asked how Isaw myself and I had told him I had a female image in my mind and I hadoften wondered if I should have named after my mother rather than mydad. The fact he remembered it, made me realize how much he paidattention to his patients.”Why yes, I do use Mary now more than my given name. I haven’t made itan official change yet, but I have inquired about the process. It wouldrepresent a big change, but I guess it would mesh with my new look.””I agree it does go better with your appearance and I must say you lookvery attractive, if I can do that without it sounding like I’m bragging.I do understand your hesitation, but I think you need to consider thatas well. I assume you have been dressing and living as Mary full timenow?””Yes, once I returned home, I felt so at peace when I was in women’sclothes I couldn’t bring myself to dress as John any longer. Plus, thephysical changes were so convincing I doubt anyone would see me as aman, even if I wore men’s things. But I don’t regret my choices for yoursurgery; it’s been like a dream come true.””That’s good to hear; I suspected you would prefer this look once youadjusted to it. How have your friends, neighbors and family taken to youas Mary?”I had to look down and tried to think of an answer. I really had avoidedeveryone, afraid to admit to them I was so feminine inside that I had toadjust my outward appearance so drastically. I was still afraid of themrejecting me or them thinking I was a disappointment. So I had not beenbrave enough to face them. Dr. Morris could sense that in my hesitation.”Well Mary, it is something you will have to face eventually if youprefer to stay in this area. If it is so stressful maybe you shouldconsider relocating. I know you give the outward appearance of anattractive and confident woman, so you should be able to fit in a newcity. Please give that some thought. But I’m here to give you a lastexam, has everything been okay physically? Do you have any problems orcomplaints? I assume you got the prostate wand to handle your sexualreleases before you left. Has that worked out okay? I admit I’ve leftyou under lock and key longer than any of my other patients.””Really it has been okay, I have adjusted to my body changes easily andI used the anal stimulator that was provided for me from the shop. Ittook a little time to get used to doing it myself, but I soon found itenjoyable.””Glad to hear that. Well, I think we can proceed with your exam ifyou’re ready to get started. I can use a bed or sturdy table for theexam and I think your coffee table right there should work. I just needthe anal wand, so if you will get that we can get started.”I nodded my agreement and went to my bed room where I got the thickdildo from the nightstand. Holding it in my hands with my escort iskenderun shiny nailscurved around it, made me blush a little as I felt a littleuncomfortable carrying it to him. But I made my way back to the livingroom. When I entered I saw a puzzled look on his face, as he saw what Iwas carrying.”Mary is that the equipment that you got from the adult shop? I wasexpecting more of the traditional wand.””Yes, this is what they gave me. I told them I was one of your patientsand the clerk provided me this. Is something wrong?”I saw his smile broaden, showing his teeth and he chuckled softly as heshook his head. He nodded towards it again.”Well that is a compliment to you. Most men, who have the kinds ofsurgery you do, still look masculine to a degree. You obviously looktotally feminine. This tool is something that I provide to my geneticfemales who have had vaginal surgery, usually some sort of labialreconstruction. It is designed realistically so they can begin to traintheir modified vaginas to accommodate size and shape of a penis again.The clerk must have assumed you were a woman. But you were able to usethis anally to stimulate your prostate without any problems?”My face turned a bright shade of red hearing his explanation. The dildoseemed to burn in my hands as I realized I had been using a tooldesigned for real women rather than something meant for a transgenderindividual. I swallowed and softly answered his question.”It did take me some time to become comfortable with it. I mean it islonger and much wider than the anal probe you had used in your office,but the clerk seemed certain it was what you wanted me to have. I guessI should have been more questioning.””Mary it’s not your fault at all and to be honest, if you becameaccustomed to it, then it did what you needed anyway. To be honest, itlikely gave you a more complete experience and should have stimulatedyou easier than the wand once you accepted its size. The important thingwas to release your seminal fluids so your male organs would remainhealthy. Did you practice your oral stimulation too? Your lips look likethey are totally natural and your implants appear not to have impactedtheir flexibility. It was important to suck on something so they couldfunction properly. Did you use your thumb or a couple of fingers?”I softly answered that I had practiced, casting my gaze toward the floorto avoid looking at him as I didn’t want him to know I used the dildo todo my lip stretches. My face seemed to be glowing hotter and hotter witheach second, as I realized I had been practicing with a sex toy ratherthan a medical device. How could I have been so stupid? Then I felt hisfinger under my chin, lifting my face up so we were looking eye to eye.”Mary did you use this dildo for your lip exercises too?”I closed my eyes as I nodded yes, so embarrassed at my stupidity andhaving to admit it to him. He lightly stroked my cheek, encouraging meto open my eyes.”Well it must have done the trick because your lips look fantastic. Bythe way, this is a custom model. I had it designed specifically for mypatients. It is an exact replicate of me, including skin tone, size, andshape. I find that if women can handle this comfortably, then they wouldbe ready for any other man they will be intimate with.”He again broke into a small grin, signaling that he knew I had beenpracticing with a toy that was essentially him. Hearing that he was thesize of the dildo was mind blowing and as he told me I could feel theerotic tension in the room explode like a bolt of lightning. We werestaring intensely into each other’s eyes and his hand was lightlystroking my chin, acting like a connector of his lust and mine. I had tosoftly bite my lower lip as my cock began to stir inside its internalprison.”I think we should go on with your exam. You can remove your clothes forme now.”The way Dr. Morris said those words and the forceful tone he used spokevolumes about the potential change in our relationship that had justoccurred. I felt the surge through my body, similar to when I hadremoved these same garments in front of the visiting doctors. It was amix of shame, pride, and excitement bordering on lust. I now had apositive self-image and in a strange way now that I knew I had beenpleasing myself with an exact replicate of him, made me even hornier. Icould feel my cock pulsate inside me. It was a feeling I had begun toexperience whenever I pleased myself anally or orally with the dildo. Itwas a feeling I had begun to love and need. Before my transition I hadnever thought of men in a sexual way, only being attracted to women. Butnow, seeing myself as feminine, it thrilled me to be able to excite aman. I knew inside what they wanted from a sex partner and it seemednatural to want to provide that for them. I had also awaken thesubmissive persona inside myself, something I knew was part of me buthad restrained for a long time. Being able to release both needs was nowimportant to me. So I was getting hot just fantasizing about servinghim.I slowly begun undressing, looking at him coyly as I did so. First thedress, which I folded and put on a side chair which allowed me to moveand show my body encased in the lovely lingerie. The stockings werenext, unclipping them from the garters and slowly sliding them down mylegs folding them as I went to keep them nice and neat. With my legsbare I slipped the heels back on, a subtle signal that I both rememberhis exam instructions and my desire to appear as sexy as possible forhim. The stockings were followed by the brief, which I had to wiggleover my ass and down my legs then I reached around to unclip thelongline bra. That position forced my breasts up in their cups as if Iwere offering them to him. Once freed from the bra, they dropped on mychest with a light bounce. The implants had settled nicely so I had arealistic shape and feel. Of course my accentuated nipples became hardalmost as soon as I removed my bra. They stretched out toward him, as ifthey were begging to be kissed, licked, and sucked. The last movementwas to slide down my thong. I did this immediately after I had put thebra on the chair with the rest of my clothes, so my rear was facing himas I bent over. I had learned this gave a view of my artificial labiathat looked as real as any woman. Now completely nude save my heels, Iturned to face him and approached closer for his exam to begin.Dr. Morris began as before, tracing lightly across my face. This time heavoided my lips and went down my body, caressing my breasts and hips. Hetraced across my nipples which were already hard, taking one between hisfinger and thumb to lightly roll it. This simple act sent electricsparks through my body. As he slid his hands down my torso and thenmoved behind me to lightly grasp my ass cheeks, I shuddered. His fingerstraced across them and slid into the crack. He traced the back of thelabia he had created and his forefinger slid across the head of my cockwhich strained against the retaining metal ring. He leaned in to whisperin my ear, pressing against my body.”Since we don’t have an exam table, I want you to kneel on your coffeetable. I need to check how well your lips function and then milk you.Are you ready for me to release your penis?”The way he whispered to me raised goosebumps across my breasts. Ihesitated only for a second when he asked about freeing my cock. I haddreamed of that every night when I first came out of surgery and itremained on my mind when I returned home; about being able to feel it,rub it and stroke the shaft once again. But as I had mastered the useof the dildo and learned how to take it all the way inside me, anallyand orally, that desire faded. I had learned to love how my trapped cockpulsed inside me and had been fully satisfied by merely rubbing thesmall amount of skin pressed tightly against the ring as I sunk thedildo shaft as far in as it could go. I had imagined it to be my clitand had loved visualizing it that way. Now that Dr. Morris had returnedand was going to examine me, I couldn’t see myself with a male organhanging down there. I wanted to keep the image of myself entirelyfeminine. So I shook my head no and softly replied that word to him aswell, so there would be no mistake. Sensing my desire, he moved away tobe in front of me again. As he did so, I moved to the table, kneeling atthe edge with my legs spread apart. I could feel my pre-cum leaking frommy restrained cock, pooling between my labia, as my excitement wasreaching a peak. I glanced down and then brought my eyes up to his. Hestood in front of me, towering above me as my head was about level withhis waist. Looking at me he smiled and finally spoke in the calm mannerhe always did.”Mary, we need to check your lip implants. Do you want to use yourregular method or are you ready for something more realistic?”As he finished he glanced down toward his crotch. I could see theoutline of his cock, semi-hard in the front of his pants. I knew what itshould look like as the dildo had been based on his form but the idea ofusing the real thing sent shivers up my spine. My nipples were juttingoutward and my labia were glistening with anticipation. My lips andmouth had gone suddenly dry as I contemplated this offer. It wouldforever change not only my relationship with Dr. Morris but how I sawmyself as well. But the thought of touching him and my desire to use thereal item was too much to deny. I didn’t trust that I could answer him,so I merely nodded my head and hesitantly reached out to his zipper. Hesaw my movements toward him and reacted by starting to unbuckle hisbelt. With a smooth movement, he opened his pants and slid them alongwith his shorts down to just above his knees. This revealed his cock andballs. They looked amazingly like the dildo, only framed with tightcurly pubic hair. They also reacted on their own, twitching as the bloodbegan to enter his shaft. His cock was slowly getting bigger and itlooked so inviting I didn’t hesitate, but put my hands around it. Thewarmth was immediate and I swear I could feel his pulse as I lightlygrasped his shaft and cradled his balls. My touch caused him to rapidlyharden and it projected toward me. I glanced up as if seeking hispermission to continue. He noticed and smiled.”Go ahead. You can suck it.”A light blush washed across my face at these words, but I went ahead andopened my lips so about half of the cock head was between them. It feltvelvety smooth and hot! I lightly sucked it and touched it with mytongue before I slid my mouth forward to engulf the entire head. Iclosed my lips just behind the head and sucked again, this time moreforcefully. The act caused me to close my eyes as the taste and feelwere so wonderful, much more rewarding than that provided by theinanimate dildo. As the bulbous head sat in my mouth, my tongue tracedacross it and the soft sucking sounds filled the room. I was in heavenand Dr. Morris was enjoying it too, as I could hear his breathing rateincrease. Although the pretense of testing my lips implants was clearlysatisfied, I wanted to experience it all before releasing him, so Ibegan to force my mouth down his shaft slowly swallowing it. As my lipstraveled over his shaft toward his body, they began to stretch out toaccommodate his size. The feeling was overwhelming, a mixture ofembarrassment at taking another man’s cock into my mouth, of lust atbeing so sexually excited, and of pride at being to take his wholelength into my mouth and throat. When I was about two thirds of the waydown him, I opened my eyes to look up at his face. He was awash inpleasure and smiled at me, whispering good girl and very nice. I couldtell he was enjoying this as much as I. Finally I had my nose resting inhis pubes, filling me with his musky yet sexy aroma. My tongue snakedout and lashed his balls, tracing a pattern across them as I alternatedbegan sucking his cock and licking his balls. With a moan, he placed hishands on either side of my head, bent his torso so he was closer to meand told me in a raspy voice that my lips were perfect, but maybe it wastime to milk my prostrate.I understood immediately, so I moved my lips back up his shaft, onlymomentarily disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to taste his fullejaculation. He was now very wet, and a string of spit and pre-cumstretched from my lips to his cock head as I moved away. I straightenedup, preparing to turn around, when Dr. Morris reached out. With his lefthand he grasped my right breast and fondled it roughly. He then leaneddown and took my left nipple and the tattooed areolae into his mouth,sucking loudly and softly biting it. I felt like I was beingelectrocuted, as sensations rocked my body. This was so exciting, and Iseemed to become more and more a woman with every pull of his lipsagainst my nipple. After a minute or so, he released it from his mouthand straightened up again. He gave me a simple command.”Turn around.”I did as he said, pivoting on my knees and leaning forward until my headrested on the table. This elevated my ass higher toward him, I wiggledback until my knees were at the very edge of the table and spread as farapart as possible. He placed his hands on my ass, slightly spreading mycheeks and I felt the head of his cock wedge itself between them. Itmoved around my crevice as if seeking my hole on its own, but as hemoved it, Dr. Morris made sure to rub across and between my labia bothstimulating my cock and coating his with the seminal fluid leaking fromme. Moving it back up the crack, he lined it up with my asshole andbegan to push. The pressure as he moved forward and I began to open forhim, was so sensual that I shuddered but quickly pushed back and thehead popped through the ring of muscles. I had felt that before with thedildo but this seemed so different. It was happening beyond my controland I neither knew when or how fast he would impale me more. He wastedlittle time in plunging his cock inside me, my asshole stretching widerand wider as he went all the way, slapping me with his balls when hedid.With his cock completely inside me, he lay across my back and began tokiss my neck and ears while he fondled my breasts. I felt so completelytaken by him that it was mind blowing. I had always been in control ofmy sexual experiences, with my wife, other women, or masturbating. Butnow, my pleasure was in the hands of someone else. Dr. Morris knew whathe was doing and slowly began to pull his cock back to setup a regularrhythm. He was still kissing and lightly biting my neck and shouldersand would occasionally snake his tongue into my ear. His hands caressedmy breasts, tweaking and pulling on my nipples. I couldn’t help but moana soft purring like sound as I was overwhelmed with sexual stimulations.I had wanted to become more feminine and had asked Dr. Morris to shapemy body to achieve that goal, but now he was pushing my mind to befemale as well. He was making it clear to me that I was there to pleasehim. The stimulations of his big cock plunging in and out of my ass, andhis hands and mouth stroking my body was causing me to literally rainpre-cum onto the table. As he increased his speed and approached hisclimax, my body became even more excited. Finally as he straightened upto almost violently pound me, he began to cum, shooting stream afterstream of ejaculate deep inside me. I reacted as well, and unlike beingmilked by his anal probe or even my dildo, this time I came too. Isquirted my ejaculate from between my plump labia, to combine with thepre-cum already on the table. I called out, a high pitched squeal,repeating oh my word, oh my word and a string of fuck me harder until weboth collapsed on the table. I hadn’t orgasmed since my operations andthis was the best I had ever felt, better than any of my orgasms as aman. I couldn’t explain it to myself from the physical angle, as it hadto be the same contact as when I manipulated myself with the dildo, soit had to be the mental aspect of being taken like a woman. I finallyknew the complete feminine feeling I had always desired.We lay like that for a few minutes, his body on top of mine, ourbreathing becoming synchronized as we recovered. He slowly began to kissmy cheek and turned my face so he could lightly kiss my lips. As ourbreathing got back to normal and our emotions settled, he whispered tome.”Mary, you were wonderful. I knew when I met you that you werecompletely a feminine soul. I’m glad you were able to finally expressthat inner you. When you answered that you would prefer to leave yourcock inside you, I knew that you were totally a woman. If I’m notmistaken, you orgasmed like a female as well, verifying that you madethe right choice. It makes me feel so good to know that I’ve helped youachieve your goal, but I must admit I have a selfish reason to help youcomplete this journey as well. I’ve always wanted to have a girl likeyou work in my office, or at my facility. Someone who could be a shiningbeacon to new patients. Someone who could wholly relate to theirsituations and help them understand where they could go. I also have aneed for a perfect example of my work, of what I can achieve withpatients or to demonstrate to consulting doctors. You proved invaluablewhen you helped me with my Asian visitors before you left my facility.I’ve been invited to tour several countries across Asia this fall and Iwant to take someone with me who can represent me and assist me inteaching my techniques to new doctors. One of my host doctors has evenspecifically inquired if you would be available to visit. I think youknow who I’m talking about. He apparently was very taken with yourbeauty and would love a chance to see you again, perhaps even in asocial situation. So you could have a whole new world of opportunitiesto live your life as you had always dreamed of doing. It would mean somuch to me personally as well, because I find you almost irresistiblysexy; a unique combination of man and woman. So please consider myoffer. I would pay you a nice salary and provide a luxury suite at myresort for your living quarters. Of course any additional surgery orimprovements would be free and all the services available at the resortwould be yours at no cost as well. Having you close to me would mean alot, but I would encourage you to experience life with a wide range ofmen and women, as you deserve to have new sexual partners. I don’t needan answer right away, but please consider my offer.”I was totally stunned by his speech. I had never imagined such a life,but I knew I was not fitting in to my old house and town. I had feltawkward ever since I returned. I remembered how free and happy I hadbeen at the resort, especially toward the end of my stay. Now afterexperiencing sex as a woman, I knew I would be happier being with himand serving in the role he was offering. I might even go all the waywith my sexual reassignment surgery, but for now I wanted to explore mynew body and mind. I began to smile and shifted so I was now laying onmy back, facing him. I could feel his cock getting hard again and Ireally wanted him to fuck me again, this time face to face, so I couldkiss him and see his face as he came. I lifted up and kissed him,plunging my tongue in his mouth as I felt him get fully erect. Layingback down, I gazed in his eyes as I answered.”I accept. I don’t need to think about it. I would love to serve in therole you described. I realize what I want to do and who I want to be. Ican’t wait to live the life I always dreamed of. Finally.”

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