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I had decided it was time, finally, to try the experiences I had dreamed
of 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 few
years of my marriage had been empty, staying together mainly for the
k**s and a kind of inertia. But now, they had grown up, married and
left the area. I knew I would only see them infrequently. With their
departure, my wife and I quickly came to the realization that we were
better suited to live apart, and the divorce had been quick and
amicable.

So finally alone, I could consider doing what I thought about many
times. My needs were simple, and with the accumulated time, I could
retire with enough of a pension to cover my expenses. So the next step
was to make the changes I wanted. The first steps were easy. Shaving,
really shaving, everywhere; allowing my hair to grow longer; taking care
of my nails and experimenting more with makeup and clothes; all of this
was easy to do and fun. I liked the new way I looked, so I began to
diet and swim regularly. The lost weight and toning gave me a nice slim
silhouette, more feminine in appearance. The next steps would be more
permanent, and more expensive.

I had looked at myself for 50 years, seeing what I would change if I
could, what would make me more feminine or at least androgynous if
nothing else. I had a list of changes that a good plastic surgeon could
do. It wouldn't be inexpensive, but I decided it would be worth it to
me. With some searching online and recommendations from some girls in
transgender forums, I selected a potential surgeon. He lived about six
hours away (which would give me more privacy), was highly respected, and
handled a lot of gender-related patients. I went to his web site and
using his email connection, detailed some changes I wanted to have and
asked if this would be possible. Within a business day, I had a
response and it was highly encouraging. He invited me to a consultation,
at no cost, saying he couldn't promise anything without seeing the work
in person. I was thrilled, so I called his office the next day and was
able to make an appointment for two weeks later. That would give me time
to send them my medical history and make hotel arrangements near his
office.

I hadn't been nervous until I entered his office. The reality was facing
me now. I was going to describe what I had in mind and admit to another
person 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 his
examining rooms. The nurse took me back to the room, had me fill out
some forms, and measured my height, weight, blood pressure, the usual
stuff. Then she told me to undress, so she could take some photos for
the 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 my
clothes. 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 took
photos of my face and body, from the side, rear and front. She then gave
me a short robe and said it would only be a few minutes to the doctor
came to see me. This is when I really began to have second thoughts
about what I was doing, but I just reminded myself of how long I had
dreamed of these changes.

When the doctor came in, I was a little surprised. I had seen his photos
on his website, so I knew he was a black man. But he was taller than I
expected with a broad chest and his face was more handsome in person
than in the photo. He wore a suit and tie, partially covered with a
white lab coat. He introduced himself as Dr. Morris and we made some
small talk as he pulled up my photos on a computer screen that sat near
the examining table. Finally, he turned to me, told me he had looked at
my application, but wanted me to detail what changes I had in mind. I
had 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 appear
outwardly. I have a more feminine self image and want to take some steps
to look the way I feel. Not that these are drastic changes, but more to
soften 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 gotten
lately. Also I want to straighten my nose, removing the bump to give it
more of a classic look. Finally I like to have some injections in my
lips to give them a bit more shape and plumpness. "

As I listed these changes, Dr. Morris manipulated the photos on the
screen to immediately reflect what I had in mind. As I saw how these
modifications would change my appearance I became exited and emboldened
to outline what I wanted done to my body.

"As far as changes to my body, despite my attempts to tone up and lose
weight, I still have fat around my waist. I'd like to have liposuction
for 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 to
have some fat inserted right above my genital area, sloping up toward my
belly 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 even
more. Finally, he looked up from the screen.

"I think I understand what you want, but let me examine you first and
then 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 fingers
across my nose and softly stroked my skin and lips. His fingers were
soft, smooth, so that it was almost like being stroked by a velvet
cloth. His touch was very reassuring. Moving down my body, he pinched
the fat around my waist and turned me around to assess my butt. He asked
me if I wanted to remove the fat under my breasts, but I shook my head
no. The whole process was both exciting and embarrassing as well.
Turning me back around, he pulled down the g-string and manipulated my
cock and balls, a move that surprised me a bit. Finally, he indicated
that he was done and made some notes on the text files associated with
my screen photos as I put my robe back on. As he finished, he turned and
smiled.

"I definitely can help you get the look you want. You obviously have a
more feminine image of yourself in mind, but I think we need to really
assess if the changes you described will produce the results that you
imagine. I also want to be sure how far you'd like to go. You've not
mentioned hormone therapy, although in your application you indicated
you didn't want that because of possible effects on your sexual desire
and male genitals. I'm assuming you want to stay with that, so what I'll
suggest will just be surgical. First for your face, I can give you the
smooth skin you want with a dermal peel and a little filler, but would
suggest a little more work for the other modifications. I think the
slope of your nose should be a little concave and the flare of your
nostrils should be reduced; these changes would give you a smaller, much
more feminine nose. The injections for your lips would only make a
minor and temporary change, but I can insert silicon pads to give you
the plumpness that you described. Another feature of the feminine face
is a rounded or pointed chin. Luckily you do not have a long chin, so we
won't need to reduce your jaw length, but can just added a small pad at
the tip of your chin to adjust it from a square masculine appearance to
a rounder feminine one. Finally, you didn't mention it, but your eyes
are starting to show some age, with drooping lids and wrinkles. A small
eye lift will fix those, making you look about 10 years younger, and
open them with a raised, more feminine look for your brows."

As before, he made these changes on screen. The result was certainly
more noticeable and I really liked how his suggestions improved my
appearance, especially the eyes. I would be more feminine, but I was
willing to take that step. I told him those were okay and I reconfirmed
my decision on hormones.

"Your suggested changes to your body will also need a bit more work to
be as effective as you want. I know the love handles around your waist
seem like a lot of fat, but in reality there would be very little
available for injection elsewhere and more times than not, injected fat
is just absorbed by the body. So, I'll just lipo those which should give
you a nice narrow waist. Instead of injecting fat in your buttocks,
there is a curved silicon pad that will fit across each cheek onto your
side to give you some added width to your hips as well as a rounder more
pronounced buttock. I have used these before and they produce a very
feminine lower torso. Your request for the pubic mound or Mons Venus is
more unusual. That is a typical feature for females, and I have done
this for some sex reassignment surgeries over the years. Again, I can
use a small silicon insert to fill out that area. I know you think these
changes will increase your feminine appearance, but I suspect that
afterwards you may be disappointed. It is easy to imagine the change as
more noticeable than it would really be. So, I'd like to suggest a
couple of enhancements that will push you toward a more convincing
female form.

First, since you don't want me to remove your breast fat, I think a
couple of breast implants would be desirable. Without them, you would
neither look feminine nor masculine across your chest. I can insert some
smaller implants, appropriate for your body size, which will give you
more projection and shape. Second, your desire for a pubic mound tells
me you want feminine looking genitals as well. I can give you a look
that is totally female, but will still allow erections and male
ejaculations. Basically, I push your testicles up into your body cavity
and use some permanent silk sutures to hold them in place. They will
continue to function, although your sperm will be infertile, and can be
dropped back into your scrotal sac in the future if desired, just by
removing the stitches. Once they are in place inside you, I can pull the
scrotal sac forward, and anchor it there around the base of the penis
using more silk sutures. This creates folds that resemble a woman's
inner labia. Then by inserting silicon rods under your skin just outside
of this I can create raised ridges that will fully resemble a woman's
outer labial folds. With the labia in place, I merely push the penis
back into itself, partially inside you, and use a removable metal ring
to keep it retracted. The ring will be attached inside your new false
labia with surgical stitches; normally the ring can be separated but
while everything heals I'll suture it shut. After healing, the center
stitches can be removed and the ring can be opened and then closed with
a small lock. That will allow you to protrude your penis, reach an
erection and have intercourse or masturbate. However, when the penis is
retracted and the ring locked, you will have a very passable female
appearance everywhere. It allows you to urinate even when locked,
sitting just as any female would. I have used this often for my male to
female transgender surgery patients when they are beginning transition
but have not completed the final surgery. I guarantee you will be
pleased with these last two surgery options and if you are not I will
remove them with no charges for any of the work. As part of the work we
will do laser hair removal around your genitals, so when it is tucked
everything will remain smooth. I'd also suggest laser removal for your
beard. Because you have such extensive surgery planned, this will be
free of charge as well."

Dr. Morris had been crafting these changes onto my screen image as he
talked. The changes he suggested were amazing. The photo now looked very
feminine, although it was easy to imagine that with the right clothes
the changes would not be obvious if I wanted a male appearance. I felt
excited but a little anxious, but I agreed to his suggestions. He
seemed really pleased that I liked his suggestions, and then told me
that the finances could be worked out on payment schedule to meet my
needs. Also, he said the price would include a week stay at his clinic
where I would get assistance from the nurses for the roughest part of my
recovery. Then I was welcome to stay at his recovery ranch, a group of
12 cabins along a river just outside of town. There I could finish my
recovery of five weeks and adjust to my new appearance. He said in his
business that most of his clients needed some adjustment period. The
cost would be minimal; he joked it was luxury class accommodations at a
Motel 6 price. When he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted, I
didn't hesitate. I was finally ready to be me.

The next few weeks flew by. I made one more visit to his clinic where I
had my initial laser hair treatment and the chemical peel. The peel
looked just like bad sunburn and it was pretty much healed by the time I
came back for the real surgeries another two weeks later. I had brought
everything they suggested, although I was a little mystified by some of
the items on the list. I understood the private toiletries, even the
panties and cosmetics for afterwards. But they also listed stockings,
the kind you used with garters, in various colors and several pairs of
heels. Checking into his clinic, it felt like Christmas Eve. I was so
excited I couldn't sleep. When the nurses came to prep me I felt an
exhilarating mix of anxiety and excitement. It lasted until the
anesthetic put me under.

I vaguely remember waking up after the surgery. The nurses kept asking
me questions and got me upright in bed. Once I had recovered fully from
the anesthetic, I was wheeled back to my private room to recover. The
first few days were nothing more than extended periods of rest, heavy
doses of pain killers and nurses checking my vitals and changing out IV
bags. Dr. Morris had used a catheter on me and because my lips had been
enlarged they kept the nutrition flowing just through IVs, limiting me
to ice and water. I had four small drains where fluids from my waist
and new breasts were collected. I couldn't really see what how I looked
as 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 slow
shuffling I managed barely qualified as walking. Dr. Morris came by
each day to examine his work and seemed pleased how things were going.
Even the nurses commented on how well everything looked. After four
days, I had recovered enough to switch to real food and the nurses said
I could take a bath after Dr. Morris removed my bandages.

The first bandages the doctor removed were on my face. He removed the
packing from nose, unwound the wrap around my eyes, and peeled the tape
off the outside of my nose. He gingerly touched my skin and had a broad
grin on his face. Next, he had me stand up. One of the assisting nurses
helped him undo my constricting body garment that was being used to hold
the implants in place as well as compress my waist where the fat was
removed. Again he smiled and nodded his head as he softly touched the
areas and checked sutures on the small cuts made during surgery. I had
stopped draining so he gently removed the tubes. Finally he checked out
my redesigned genitals and removed the catheter. Once he was done, he
stood up, made a few comments to the nurses and told me that the work
had come out even better than he had hoped. My recovery was ahead of
schedule and I would be able to go from the clinic to his recovery
resort. With that he told me to enjoy my bath and left to see another
patient.

I couldn't have been more nervous. The nurse had taken me from my room
to a large bath where I was going to soak in a tub and wash up. But
first she was going to let me see the changes. I almost gasp out loud
as she held up the mirror so I could see my face. I looked like I had
lost a fight. My nose and eyes looked black and blue. My whole face
seemed like a puffy mess, but especially my lips. They looked huge. I
couldn't help but touch them. But I had to assure myself that once the
swelling went down, everything would look good. I could already tell
that my skin was smooth. My eyes were much younger looking and had a
wider, open appearance. I was surprised at how much of an arch the
surgery had given my brows. Even without makeup, they looked completely
feminine. The added bit to my chin also gave my whole face a softer
more feminine shape.

Next the nurse told me to come over to the wall mirror and remove the
robe. I was almost afraid to look. I dropped the robe as I stood in
front of the mirror. The reflection I saw looked so different it didn't
seem to be mine. I saw a form with a very narrow waist balanced by large
breasts on top and wide hips below. I couldn't decide what to look at
first. My eyes were drawn to my new breasts. Dr. Morris had said he
would use his judgment to select a size appropriate for my frame to
reflect a modest increase. But my chest was now very large, jutting
forward. Again I had to feel them, and they were tender and felt
swollen. Next I looked down to where my cock used to hang. Now there was
nothing, but a tight slit swollen and sutured. The pubic mound was just
as I had envisioned, but the lack of a cock and balls was scary. I ran
my hand over the slit until I felt the head of my cock pressed against
the 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 since
they were not in sight I felt relieved to confirm it. Turning to the
side I saw my new bottom, jutting out behind. Again it was more than I
expected. 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 I
heard a little chuckle from the nurse who had been watching me. She
told 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. I
softly washed my new body and face with a small sponge. It was like a
dream come true to feel the feminine curves of my new body. The nurse
came over and sat by me and I asked her some questions about the
surgery. She answered as best as she could and then told me about
keeping certain areas really clean, especially my constructed genitals.
Dr. Morris had put in a couple of large metal staples to hold the outer
labia close together. Once they were anchored in place, after about four
weeks, 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 hair
growing back on my legs, across my chest and underarms. She said I
could, but if I was interested she could line up some laser hair removal
for those areas too. Once I transferred to the resort, they would do
such treatments for only a minor charge. I got out and dried off. Even
then I took the time to examine my new shape. I slipped on a new body
garment to keep my new shape tightly bound. This was the pattern for the
next few days. I was healing quite well and I was pleased overall, but
still could not totally accept my large breasts, puffy lips, and high
arching brows. I couldn't see how I could look masculine with these
changes. I was to see Dr. Morris in his office soon and wanted to talk
with him about these changes.

The nurse had told me I was to see Dr. Morris that afternoon and
suggested I take a nice bath and even have an enema that morning. I
wondered about the enema, but she said he would explain during the exam.
The clinic provided a nice robe and a matching set of kitten heel
slippers to wear to his office. I entered his office and as always he
was very personable. He asked me about how I felt, any pain, or
uncomfortable 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 and
began undoing all the hooks and zippers on the compression garment,
until I stood before him totally nude. He asked me to walk toward the
door, 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 the
desk, he stood up and came to me. He slowly ran his fingers over my body
touching my waist where he removed my love handles. He placed his hands
on my breasts, grasping each one from the bottom, hefting them as if
checking the implant inside. He slowly rubbed his thumbs across my
nipples, back and forth, back and forth until they sprouted out.

"Very nice, I like to see some response in the nipples, especially if I
have enhanced them as I have yours. During surgery I saw that your
nipple would be small compared to your new breast size. So I added a
silicon plug within each nipple that gave it more projection. As you
heal the response will get quicker and more pronounced. Eventually they
will protrude with any emotional or environmental trigger and because of
the implant will stick out very noticeably. After they heal completely,
we can tattoo the areola to make it larger using a light pink ink that
will match your natural color. Your breast implants look like they are
settling 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 stitches
were and tracing the implants in my lips. Suddenly, he put his thumb at
the 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 he
asked. Nodding his head, he pulled his thumb out and explained that he
liked to see how the implants reacted in a natural act. There were still
a little stiff, but he expected them to become more flexible with time.
He then moved his hands down my body feeling the implants around my
buttocks and then had me spread my legs and closely examined my new
pseudo-labia. Finally he turned to his laptop and added more notes to my
file. Looking up he asked me if I had any questions. I was a little
hesitant, as I liked most of his work, but was just surprised at how
very feminine I looked now. So I just decided to ask about a couple of
these changes.

"Dr. Morris when you outlined the changes you had in mind for me, you
said you would make the breast, lip and eye changes that would be
minimally more feminine than what I had in mind. The changes you
indicated on my photos reflected that modest adjustment. But when I look
at how they turned out, my lips are very large and my eyebrows have a
high arch. My breasts are much, much larger then I envisioned. I guess I
am a little concerned about how far you went."

I felt guilty complaining, but it didn't seem to faze him. He looked at
me and smiled as he spoke.

"I admit I went a bit further than I originally thought would be
necessary. Once I began your surgery, I could see that small breast
implants would be totally out of balance with your new narrow waist and
broader hips. You would have the classic pear shape that many women
have. That is the most frequent body profile to come to me for a breast
enhancement. I just felt it would be better if I went ahead and balanced
your overall figure. Plus, as I mentioned earlier, as the swelling goes
down and your implants shift, your breasts won't seem so large nor will
they project forward as much. You will end up with a nice C-cup breast
that should be quite attractive. As for your lips and eyes, the size and
shape of both were determined mostly by your existing facial contours. I
used the smallest possible lip implant and to remove the wrinkles from
your eyes and forehead, I had to pull the eyebrows up as well. I think
the 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 to
your new facial structure, you will realize that they are not as radical
as you fear. That is one reason I like for my patients to stay at the
recovery resort. That time will allow you to become acclimated to your
new appearance, learn how to accent it or even subdue it, as needed, and
realize that now you have the outward look you dreamed of."

As he spoke, I began to feel embarrassed. I had asked him to make me
more feminine and now that he had, I was expressing buyer's remorse. It
struck me that I had finally reached the female form that my mind had
desired, and I was just experiencing the emotions many women have about
their body image. I felt a blush cross my face. I was a little ashamed
about my complaining, but also realized that I was standing totally nude
in front of a man. I would have felt awkward before standing nude as a
man; now I had a woman's body with breasts and at least outwardly a
pussy. The more I thought about it the redder my face and chest became.
Noticing my uneasiness, Dr. Morris reached out, touched my arm and
smiled.

"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 in
surgery that this would take a little adjustment on your part. I do have
faith in my judgment and am positive that you will love the look that I
have given you. But we do have one more process to complete today. I
know your nurse helped with an enema this morning and it was necessary
to facilitate this last procedure. Even though you now have a female
appearance to your external genitals, you are still a functioning male.
That means you need to exercise your male reproductive system. Because
your penis is currently trapped inside you, this exercise and the
resulting release of semen cannot occur through masturbation or sex. I
will have to anally massage your prostrate gland to release these
fluids. I'll have the nurse assist us, in this process and it will be
the 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 the
examining table. I did as he instructed, kneeling with my head down on
the pad, my legs spread and my ass elevated. The nurse brought in a
small ebony colored wand. The end was enlarged about three times the
width of the shaft, and was tapered at the front. I watched as the nurse
applied lubricant first to the wand and then to my anus. Dr. Morris
took the wand and placed it at my opening. He placed his other hand on
one ass cheek and began to apply pressure to force it inside. The nurse
took my hand and whispered to me that it would be easier if I contracted
my butt as if I were having a bowel movement. I did as she asked and it
helped; the head slipped in quickly giving me a full feeling. Dr. Morris
then began to manipulate the wand in my ass. The nurse put a small cup
underneath me, directly below where my penis was imprisoned behind the
ring. Soon, I felt an erotic sensation inside me and my hidden cock
tried to enlarge, but only momentarily. Finally it began to slowly drip
semen out of the head. While I dripped out cum, Dr. Morris continued to
work the wand in and around my ass. This continued for several minutes
until the cup had a surprising amount of fluid in it. Despite all the
emissions, I never felt like I had an ejaculation as there was no
emotional climax. The process still felt erotic, but with a clinical
overtone; also whenever I looked back through my spread legs and watched
him work the wand in my ass it felt embarrassing. Finally he removed
the wand, told the nurse to help me clean up and that everything looked
normal. 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. He
placed 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 and
wipe off my labia, the nurse smiled and talked about how attractive my
look 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 any
longer but would need regular foundation wear for the next few months.
She told me that the cabin at the resort would have a few more
foundation sets as well as dresses, skirts, pants, and blouses in sizes
that should fit. She helped me get dressed and then took me back to the
room. 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 overlooking
the river. Each cabin had an entertainment center and a computer for
internet access. The interior décor was decidedly feminine, with flowery
prints and bright colors throughout. Fresh flowers were also present and
a light pleasant air freshener scented the air. The staff had equipped
me with a variety of clothes. The dresses were mostly simple shifts and
blouses and skirts were all in similar colors so that they could be
mixed quite easily. Even so, I was quite excited about some of the
outfits since they were either tight enough to really highlight my new
curves, or had a low cut to emphasize my décolletage. . I could see that
spending 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 small
center facility to provide services. The cabin area was connected to the
rest of the resort by some paved walking trails and a shuttle would take
you to anywhere on site or even to a main commercial area in town. The
center included a dining area, a small convenience shop, a beauty
saloon, and some rehab exercise equipment. There were usually only a few
staff at this location, but by scheduling your desired activity, the
appropriate nurse or technician would meet you there. The general
schedule also called for a nurse visit to my cabin to check sutures, and
check my overall condition. The first afternoon, I was scheduled to do
some light rehab and later I returned for my first dinner. I saw other
patients at this time, in various stages of recovery. Several were like
me, just emerging, but others were almost fully transitioned and were
nicely dressed with full make-up. I had just worn a loose exercise
outfit as I had not yet become confident in my new appearance. Over the
next few weeks I began to relax more and become more interactive with
patients and staff. I spent a lot of time in my cabin, using makeup to
highlight my new face and trying clothes on to see what each item would
do to my appearance. I took advantage of their original offer for more
laser 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 a
face framing bob. They also did manicures and pedicures and gave me
make-up tips to improve my techniques. I began getting very comfortable
with a complete feminine appearance and rarely appeared anywhere now,
except in a dress, heels and fully made up. Although initially I had
hoped to see more reduction in the size of my lips and breasts, I began
to appreciate how they really improved my female look and inwardly was
glad Dr. Morris had increased their size.

In addition to my daily nurse visits, I went to Dr. Morris's office once
a week. His examination was the same every visit. He would observe me
walking, nude or in my foundation wear, in my heels. He would check each
suture and grasp and stroke my breast and buttock implants. He made of a
point of rubbing his thumbs across my nipples until they were erect. The
first week he had me suck on this thumb again and each week he added
another finger until he had me sucking on three digits together. This
was one of the most embarrassing parts of the exam, but he always
complimented me on it and seemed pleased with how flexible the lips
implants were becoming. He also examined my labia and genitals and on
the third visit removed the large staples holding the outer lips
together. He seemed very pleased with how they were developing. He had
me sit on the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. Holding a
mirror angled so I could see them, he described how they mimicked a
natural female pussy and stroked the inner lips. I was amazed at how
sensitive they were to his touch and despite myself I could feel my
penis harden as much as it could inside me. Of course the last part of
the visit was him anally manipulating me to milk my prostrate and
release seminal fluid. On the third visit, he took his gloved hand and
spread my labia apart so that the fluid would drip more easily into the
cup. After every exam he entered notes in his laptop and talked to me a
little about my adjustment. He said I was fully on schedule and expected
that I could go home soon. After the fifth visit he was able to remove
the sutures holding my penis ring together and replace them with a small
lock. He did keep the key however; as he said the sutures holding the
ring to the inner parts of my labia needed more time to heal. He said
that by keeping the key it would remove any temptation on my part to
release my penis prematurely.

I was scheduled for a final visit in my sixth week at the resort. The
nurse said Dr. Morris would examine me this last time and then I would
be released to go home. It was a bit of mixed news. I had grown
comfortable at the resort with my new female appearance, but was ready
to go home to more familiar surroundings. However, there I would be
faced with introducing my decidedly feminine form to my neighbors and
friends. The nurse came by prior to my visit, with a gift box. She said
that Dr. Morris had some important visitors on site this week;
apparently some Chinese doctors were there to learn techniques on his
gender surgeries. She said if I was interested, they would be allowed to
watch my examination by Dr. Morris. In compensation, my bill for my stay
at the resort would be reduced and all my laser hair removal costs would
be free. Although I was a bit apprehensive about being seen nude by
others, I appreciated what Dr. Morris had done for me and the lower
bills would be nice too, so I agreed. The nurse told me to wear what was
in the gift box and just follow instructions as usual.

After I showered, did my light makeup and put my hair up, I opened the
box and began to dress for my exam. I was surprised that it contained a
dress, a bright yellow shift. It was coordinated with 4 inch pumps in
soft matt yellow and matching lingerie. A long-line strapless bra,
girdle brief with garters, and a tiny g-string panty, all in a lemon
yellow sheer lace fabric completed the outfit. Attaching nude stockings
to the garters and slipping on the pumps, I headed to his office. I
felt 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 lab
coats, standing in front of his laptop. Dr. Morris motioned for me to
enter. As I approached I could see the images on the computer were
photos of my transition. I blushed a bit, but I was actually very proud
of how I looked now, and the fact that Dr. Morris wanted me to represent
his work meant a lot.

All of the Chinese doctors looked at me as I entered and Dr. Morris
spoke to them in their native language. Once I was in his office, he
told me to walk to the end of the room and slip off the dress. He
usually had me disrobe at his exam table and then walk to the end of
room 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 to
disrobe. I reached behind me and slid the zipper down the dress and
stepped out of it, placing it on a side table. Standing in front of the
doctors in my lingerie was a bit intimidating, but I just took a deep
breath and began my walk back towards them. I could hear them talking
among themselves and occasionally asking Dr. Morris a question, all in
Chinese. I could see all eyes focused on me. I then made the return trip
to the top of the stairs. Dr. Morris smiled at me and gave me a simple
command to remove my brief and hose. Sitting in a chair next to the
stairs I slipped off the stockings before standing to pull down my
brief. I knew the doctor wanted me to put on the pumps again, as this
was also a standard request. I once again walked toward the group of
doctors, this time I could see them intently scanning my body from the
tiny panty up to my cleavage. I was really beginning to blush at this
point, but also felt some pride in how I looked. Returning to the
elevated area, I looked at Dr. Morris and he nodded. He knew that I was
in my routine now, so words were not necessary. I reached behind me, and
slowly un-hooked the bra. As it fell forward into my left hand, an
audible gasp escaped from one of the doctors followed by rapid
conversations, again in Chinese. I slowly walked toward them feeling my
breasts bounce slightly with each step.

When I reached the group, Dr. Morris began to examine me. He followed
his normal procedure tracing areas where my surgeries had been, turning
to the doctors with each one, describing my surgeries, I assumed.
Occasionally he would indicate to one of them to mimic his exam, and the
Chinese doctor would place his hand where Dr. Morris's hand had been. It
felt extremely odd to have someone else trace their fingers over my face
or torso. In fact, one doctor openly displayed attraction for my changes
and made sure to trace his hands over both my butt and breasts, ending
his touching with a quick pinch. I didn't quite believe it the first
time, but when he pinched my nipple after stroking it, I glanced at his
face. He did not seem surprised, but winked and smiled at me, putting me
off balance. Once the doctors, had all seen my body, Dr. Morris
indicated that I should crawl up on the table. I knew he would want my
panty removed so peeled it off, trying not to bend over too far, as the
cheeky doctor was of course standing right behind me. With my panty
removed, 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 and
using his right hand began tracing over my new labia inserts, speaking
rapidly to the doctors as he did so. They had crowded in closely behind
him, all staring intently at my new genitalia. Moving his left hand to
my privates, Dr. Morris used his thumbs and forefingers to spread my
lips apart to reveal the attached metal guard that kept my penis in
check. As he did so, the Chinese doctors broke out in a symphony of
hushed conversation, some even pointing to my feminized crotch and
motioning as they spoke. Dr. Morris remained quiet at first but then
resumed speaking to them, as if lecturing them on how it was
accomplished and the intended goal. Finishing his mini-lecture, he
removed his fingers from me, allowing the other doctors to touch and
feel the constructed labia. They all began touching me at once, creating
a quite odd sensation; of course the one doctor made an effort to find
one of my testicles just under the stretched skin and gave it a tweak
with his thumb and forefinger, again winking at me as he did.

Once this exam was over, Dr. Morris indicated with a small wave of his
hand that I was to assume my position on the table. I turned and began
to 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 as
wide as possible and my ass lifted up, Dr. Morris continued his exam. He
lightly coated my hole with lubricant and placed the tip of the probe at
the opening. I was quite used to being entered this way, but it felt
very embarrassing at this moment. I glanced back through my legs to see
the Chinese doctors staring at me in rapt attention as if they were
witnessing some miracle. Only one doctor was smiling, and he made eye
contact with me as the probe reached the prostrate area and Dr. Morris
began to massage it to release my pent up fluids. To my total disbelief,
my tormentor said something to him, and Dr. Morris relinquished his grip
on the probe to the Chinese doctor. As he manipulated it in my ass, a
broad grin spread across his face. He also took the liberty or resting
his other hand on the curve of my butt cheek. Of course by now, the
fluids were literally flowing from my trapped penis making this look
like I was responded positively to him, making it all the more
embarrassing. Finally I had to look away as I couldn't stand the smug
look of the visiting doctor any longer.

Once the fluid discharge slowed, I felt Dr. Morris reach in between my
labia and insert a small key into my lock. With a soft click, he removed
it and allowed the metal retainer to open. My penis had been trapped for
so long it didn't react immediately, so he grasped the compressed head
with 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 probe
which was still in my ass. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to
get an erection, even though this one was still fairly soft. Dr. Morris
made a quick stroke down the length of my cock, which caused it to
stiffen considerably. Stunningly he invited the others to touch me as
well. This group groping was far worse than when they had touched my
labia; it ended of course, with a sharp pinch of my cock head by my
special admirer who had continued to pump the probe in my ass,
abandoning the soft stroking of my prostrate to replicate more an anal
fucking motion. By now all the doctors were chattering away, as if they
were so surprised that I was still capable of achieving a male erection
given my totally feminine appearance. Once the talk died down a bit and
they 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 cock
back inside me and with a flourish shut the metal retainer and locked me
inside again. This caused the Chinese observers to give a little cheer
as if he had beaten back a dragon. Dr. Morris wiped off the lubricant
and remaining seminal fluid from me and whispered that he wanted me to
stand again. I slipped off the table and turned to face the crowd. By
now my nipples were rock hard, my skin was covered by goose bumps, and
my face was glowing red. It was difficult to look at them, but I tried
to remember this was a medical exam and I really shouldn't be
embarrassed.

Dr. Morris spoke up to the group, I assume telling them they could ask
questions if they wanted. I was then bombarded with a whole range of
inquiries, some in broken English, others in very precise language while
a few had him translate for them. Most questions had to do with my
experiences, adjustments to my new body, whether the changes met my
prior 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 just
as I thought the questions were over, my tormentor spoke up in clear
English with a hint of a British accent. He wanted to know whether I
thought I would prefer the female role in sex from now on, as I
obviously had been acclimated to going without an erection for some
time. I tried to stutter out an answer, but Dr. Morris waved to the
group indicating that the examination was over. They were to follow him
to his office and leave the examining room. As they turned to follow
him, the cheeky doctor turned, winked and whispered that I looked
perfect to him. My face immediately flushed again, both from the
unwanted attention from this man and the conflicting thoughts he had
planted in my brain by his question. Although I had desired to have a
more feminine body, I had not imagined what that would do to my post-
surgery sex life. I assumed that because I could still get erections
that male sex release would be still be my option for intimacy. But I
had to admit that I was now thinking almost exclusively as a female and
had been shocked as my cock had emerged from between my new labia. It
just looked out of place and almost foreign to me now, so as I got
dressed 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 release
papers. His note indicated that he was thrilled by my performance for
the visiting doctors and that I had represented him, his clinic and
myself wonderfully. He also told me that I had recovered in almost every
way, only my penis restraint would need a bit more healing; to promote
that he was going to continue to hold the key. He would give me the key
once he was convinced all the sutures were secure. The nurse had me
schedule a follow up exam in a month where I would get my areole tattoos
to complete the physical modifications. I was to pack my things and be
ready to leave tomorrow. I just needed to go into town to pick up an
anal probe to use at home from the sex shop down the street from the
cinema. They supplied all of Dr. Morris patients and I just needed to
tell 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 with
high heels. It felt nice to eat at restaurant and go to the movies as a
very convincing woman. After the movie I went to the shop, and told the
clerk I was a patient of Dr. Morris. He nodded his head and brought me
box, gift wrapped in a soft pink paper. Back at the cabin, I added it to
my luggage. The drive home the next day was bitter sweet. It was both
scary and calming. I loved being back in my home but I was also
reluctant to interact with my neighbors or call up old friends. I
settled on just waving to them or nodding my head if I saw someone. It
did feel nice to be able to go out in my town as a woman; no one doubted
that I was what I appeared to be, especially since I limited my contact
to people who really didn't know me before.

It was clear to me that I would need a period of adjustment. On top of
that, 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 a
life-like cock. It was large, nearly nine inches, with a bulbous head,
prominent veins down the shaft, and large balls at the base. It was
fitted with a suction cup so it could be mounted to a surface. But most
surprising was its color, a dark chocolate. The first time I used it to
milk 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 gave
me, and inserted it up my ass almost daily. As I worked it in and out, I
would finger my labia and the tip of my restrained cock. I would attach
it to the head board of my bed or on top of the coffee table. I would
then mount it as if I were approaching a man. The sensations caused me
to moan and squirm almost uncontrollably. There was something else about
the dark shaft. Dr. Morris had instructed me to continue to work my lip
implants by sucking on something so as to increase their flexibility. It
wasn'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't
resist trying to swallow as much of the shaft as I could. I felt really
proud once I had managed to master taking it all the way down my throat
so I could place my puffy lower lip against the balls hanging below the
shaft. These acts caused me to drip almost as much seminal fluid as
plunging it up my ass, I couldn't explain it but it felt so natural
somehow.

The trip back to finish my breast modifications came quickly. I found
myself getting excited with the prospect of seeing Dr. Morris again and
getting the key to my penis restraint. Although I had grown to love
pleasing myself anally and going down on the dildo, I remembered how I
felt when he did those things to me. I also found my thoughts drifting
back to stroking my cock and wondering how it would compare to my new
centers of pleasure. At the clinic, I was dismayed at how quickly my
meeting with the doctor was. A quick look at my nude body and an almost
cursory glance at my genitals and he was done; I would need a few more
weeks before I could get the key. The nurse then took me for my nipple
work; the technician told me I would have much a more convincing look to
my breasts afterwards, but she did warn me that this was not easily
reversible and if I had my implants removed I would likely still have
the larger more prominent areolas of a woman. Despite this possibility,
I told her to proceed. When she was finished, I marveled at how complete
my breasts looked now, even with the soreness and scabs of the tattoo
process. I was right, after a few weeks of healing I had what I, without
modesty, believed to be perfect breasts. They had large prominent
nipples, big but not overwhelming areolas, and a projecting cone-shape
form that invited being touched and fondled. I had always dreamed of
having breasts and putting them in sexy bras, now I loved letting then
strain against a sheer blouse without support of a bra; they seemed to
look so perfect, I enjoyed showing them off.

It had been two weeks since my visit, and I was getting antsy about
getting a final look from the doctor to get my key. I was just about to
call his office when I received a call from his head nurse. She told me
he was to be in my town the day after tomorrow and wondered if he could
come by to see me. He expected that I was fully healed and thought he
could do a quick exam at my house. I readily agreed as I was eager to
get the key and it was a lot less hassle than the drive and overnight
stay to go to his office. The next day I began to get nervous and for
some reason I really wanted to impress him. I went to the local salon
where I had established my new feminine persona and got a fresh
pedicure, manicure, and a touch up for my blonde highlights. That night
I took a long bath, being sure to shave the few places where I hadn't
had my hair removed and applied moisturizer to be sure my skin with be
smooth and soft. I set my hair and went to bed, although I was so
anxious it took more than hour to fall asleep.

The next morning I no longer felt nervous, just excited. I had formed a
bond with Dr. Morris. A bond based on trust and respect. He knew my
inner 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 to
see him again. My thoughts turned to our previous exams and how the
embarrassment at being nude in front of him and allowing him to probe
and touch me in intimate ways mixed with the fantasy I had created in my
head of his desires and lust. When I thought about it after I returned
home, I realized his touch had been the only sexual contact I had
experienced with another person for nearly a year. Because my cock was
imprisoned inside me, I had learned to cope by stimulating myself anally
and by fantasizing. Now that I would see him again, likely for the last
time and I would regain control over my cock again, I could move onto
another phase of my sexual life, so excitement coursed through me as I
began to get ready for his visit.

After a light breakfast of fruit and coffee, I did a quick run through
of my house. I wanted to be sure everything looked clean, neat and well
organized. I had done a lot of cleaning since talking to his nurse, so
once I was satisfied that it still looked good I began to get myself
ready. I wasn't sure if he would need to milk my prostrate, as he was
giving me the key to my chastity, but I didn't want to take a chance. So
I 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 I
always prepared myself whenever I thought I might use the large dildo.
Initially, I had planned on wearing just panties and a bra under one of
my casual dresses; figuring that it would make undressing for his exam
easier. But when I opened my lingerie drawer to get a bra, I saw the
lemon yellow strapless longline bra I had been given by him to wear for
my presentation to the Chinese doctors. Suddenly, I wanted to look like
that 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 my
exhibition and wanted to feel that surge of feeling like a sex object
combined with a touch of embarrassment one more time for Dr. Morris. So
I gathered all the matching lingerie and got dressed, only this time I
used a rich brown pair of stockings with sheer toes. Pulling on the
shaper brief and attaching the stockings reminded me how nervous I had
been that day. Now seeing how my breasts were pushed up for display and
how tightly the brief clung to my rounded ass gave me a surge of sexual
feeling and confidence. I knew my revised body was sexually attractive
in a feminine way.

With my lingerie on, I began to do my face and hair. I only used a light
foundation as I was sure he would want to inspect my face as he had
always done before. I combined it with dramatic eye makeup: well defined
brows, thick false eyelashes, winged eyeliner and a dark, smoky shadow
palate. It was a bit much for a daytime look, but it complimented the
sexual edginess I felt. Some blush across my cheeks and a light coating
of shiny lip gloss completed my look. Fixing my hair was a simple
matter of taking out the rollers and lightly brushing it out to create
volume with curls framing my face. I set it in place with lots of hair
spray. With my hair and makeup ready, I slipped on the yellow shift and
a new pair of yellow strap sandals. I had bought them to go with the
dress, as sandals seemed a better choice to wear in the summer rather
than the original pumps. Plus I wanted a higher heel. A touch of my
favorite perfume on wrists, neck, and the gap between my stockings and
the shaper and I was ready. I checked the time and he was due here in
less 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 other
correspondence. I totally felt like a modern woman who was in control of
her life. The chime from the doorbell brought this serenity to crash. My
nerves which had been kept in check, raced now and I went to open the
door uneasily. When I swung open the door, he stood there confidently.
He was dressed in a white suit, light purple shirt with matching tie and
held a small black doctors' bag. I felt my heart flutter a bit as he
smiled. I had underestimated how tall, attractive, and imposing he could
be. 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 by
my place; it makes it so much easier than a trip to your clinic. That is
one thing I really appreciate about your practice, you seem to put your
patients before anything else. Did you have any problems finding my
house?"

"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 Mary
now?"

I blushed at his mention of that name. When we first met, he asked how I
saw myself and I had told him I had a female image in my mind and I had
often wondered if I should have named after my mother rather than my
dad. The fact he remembered it, made me realize how much he paid
attention to his patients.

"Why yes, I do use Mary now more than my given name. I haven't made it
an official change yet, but I have inquired about the process. It would
represent 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 look
very 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 that
as well. I assume you have been dressing and living as Mary full time
now?"

"Yes, once I returned home, I felt so at peace when I was in women's
clothes I couldn't bring myself to dress as John any longer. Plus, the
physical changes were so convincing I doubt anyone would see me as a
man, even if I wore men's things. But I don't regret my choices for your
surgery; it's been like a dream come true."

"That's good to hear; I suspected you would prefer this look once you
adjusted to it. How have your friends, neighbors and family taken to you
as Mary?"

I had to look down and tried to think of an answer. I really had avoided
everyone, afraid to admit to them I was so feminine inside that I had to
adjust my outward appearance so drastically. I was still afraid of them
rejecting me or them thinking I was a disappointment. So I had not been
brave enough to face them. Dr. Morris could sense that in my hesitation.

"Well Mary, it is something you will have to face eventually if you
prefer to stay in this area. If it is so stressful maybe you should
consider relocating. I know you give the outward appearance of an
attractive and confident woman, so you should be able to fit in a new
city. Please give that some thought. But I'm here to give you a last
exam, has everything been okay physically? Do you have any problems or
complaints? I assume you got the prostate wand to handle your sexual
releases before you left. Has that worked out okay? I admit I've left
you under lock and key longer than any of my other patients."

"Really it has been okay, I have adjusted to my body changes easily and
I used the anal stimulator that was provided for me from the shop. It
took a little time to get used to doing it myself, but I soon found it
enjoyable."

"Glad to hear that. Well, I think we can proceed with your exam if
you're ready to get started. I can use a bed or sturdy table for the
exam and I think your coffee table right there should work. I just need
the 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 thick
dildo from the nightstand. Holding it in my hands with my shiny nails
curved around it, made me blush a little as I felt a little
uncomfortable carrying it to him. But I made my way back to the living
room. When I entered I saw a puzzled look on his face, as he saw what I
was carrying.

"Mary is that the equipment that you got from the adult shop? I was
expecting more of the traditional wand."

"Yes, this is what they gave me. I told them I was one of your patients
and the clerk provided me this. Is something wrong?"

I saw his smile broaden, showing his teeth and he chuckled softly as he
shook his head. He nodded towards it again.

"Well that is a compliment to you. Most men, who have the kinds of
surgery you do, still look masculine to a degree. You obviously look
totally feminine. This tool is something that I provide to my genetic
females who have had vaginal surgery, usually some sort of labial
reconstruction. It is designed realistically so they can begin to train
their 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 use
this anally to stimulate your prostate without any problems?"

My face turned a bright shade of red hearing his explanation. The dildo
seemed to burn in my hands as I realized I had been using a tool
designed for real women rather than something meant for a transgender
individual. I swallowed and softly answered his question.

"It did take me some time to become comfortable with it. I mean it is
longer 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 guess
I should have been more questioning."

"Mary it's not your fault at all and to be honest, if you became
accustomed to it, then it did what you needed anyway. To be honest, it
likely gave you a more complete experience and should have stimulated
you easier than the wand once you accepted its size. The important thing
was to release your seminal fluids so your male organs would remain
healthy. Did you practice your oral stimulation too? Your lips look like
they are totally natural and your implants appear not to have impacted
their flexibility. It was important to suck on something so they could
function properly. Did you use your thumb or a couple of fingers?"

I softly answered that I had practiced, casting my gaze toward the floor
to avoid looking at him as I didn't want him to know I used the dildo to
do my lip stretches. My face seemed to be glowing hotter and hotter with
each second, as I realized I had been practicing with a sex toy rather
than a medical device. How could I have been so stupid? Then I felt his
finger 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 and
having to admit it to him. He lightly stroked my cheek, encouraging me
to open my eyes.

"Well it must have done the trick because your lips look fantas