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Taught a Lesson by Tiffany Scott 96' Part I With a snicker Ricks wife of four years slipped two pills into his coffee just as she had done for the last three months. The pills had first been prescribed for her after her surgery, but when she informed her OB/GYN what she had done with them, much to her doctors delight, her perscription had been renewed. The changes her husband was going through were quite obvious to Denise. The mood swings, the softing of his hips, sholders, knee's and ankles along with the change of texture of his hair and his smoother skin were evedence that the pills were working. These changes were so gradual that he didn't notice them, that is until his chest began to feel tender. Denise laughed to herself when he told her about this. She knew why his chest was tender because she and every other woman had suffered through the same pains as they matured from girls to young ladies. She admited to her doctor who, due to being partners in crime so to speak, had become a close friend that she felt a sexual excitment when she examined the puffy the area around her husbands nipples one night while he was asleep. Her doctor, Carol, confessed that she thought about what Denise was doing to her husband day and night and images would often flash through her head of how he would look once his breasts were fully developed. Once she had said that they both had a good laugh thinking about it. Denise noticed that her husband development was happening very rapidly and she wondered just how long it would be before he mentioned it to her. The very next weekend he finally said something to her about it. She made him stand in front of her while she poked, squeezed and carressed his budding titties and she made note that his nipples, which had also increased in size, responded almost Instantly. Since he didn't have a doctor she made an appointment with hers and on the following monday the pulled up to the back of the medical building. Denise led him up the back staircase so that he wouldn't see that she was an OB/GYN and Carol had arranged her appointments so that no other patents were in the waiting room. Carol and Denise had decided that the examination should be made as embarrassing for Denise's once overly macho husband and Carol took extra steps to insure that it was. After carressing and squeezing his now "A" sized breasts she asked him if there had been any discharge of fluid, hinting at the production of milk. Denise sat in a separate room and watched through a one way mirror. Carol wanted to measure thier volume and used a large plastic cylinder with a plunger that produced a vacume that sucked each one of his into it. She kept them sucked into the device until they had turned a bright red and the nipples were hard and erect. She gave him the name of some fictional male hormonal imbalance sydrom and then gave him several injections, which she said were male hormones but were in fact just the opposite. Then she gave him a perscription for an even higher dosage of pills. Just before he put his shirt on she reached out an tweaked one still erect nipple. "You really shouldn't complain." She said with a smile. "They are actually very cute!" She added, which made him blush dark red. That afternoon he arranged for a leave of absence until everything had returned to normal. It seemed he was afraid of someone noticing how his bust had swollen and he wanted to avoid the embarrass that might cause. Denise was happy that he did so and each morning before leaving for work she would list off numerous household chores that normaly would be done by the female in such a relationship. She was doubley pleased when every evening she discovered that he had done every one of the things she had told him. After a week or so she began finding little faults with some of his work and then the next morning she would tell him to do that chore over. At least every other day Carol would call Denise for an update and two weeks after his original appointment Denise brought him in for another. This time Carol made him suffer through having a mameograph and then she used the vacume device to measure them like she had the first time. Afterwards she openly carressed them with her spread hands as she rolled his nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "I have to tell you that you turn me on. I mean, a man with real breasts seems to make me hot!" She told him in a breathy voice. He seemed embarrassed and at a loss at what he should do, but he didn't stop her or push her hands away. In fact after a couple of moments he covered her hands with his own and crushed them against his firm tit's. "You shouldn't be doing this!" He told her, his breathing obviously faster then normal. "I'm married." He added. Carol gave each nipple a hard pinch, then gave him another round of injections. He was beside himself two weeks later that the swelling of his breasts hadn't been arrested. Denise figured that they were a full "B" in size now and she discontinued sneaking the strong hormone pills into his food. Two days later, Friday, when she arrived home from work she stood in front of him while he sat on the sofa. She had noticed the change in his personality and had remarked to Carol about how timid and subserviant he seemed to be getting. They figured that the drugs combined with the blow that having breasts gave to his male ego was responsible. Denise now planned to test just how subserviant he was. She stood with her hands planted on her hips and she seemed to tower over him. "That shirt shows off your breasts nicely!" She said, just to embarrass him a little, which his blushing proved it had. "I purchased you something today that you should use to keep from having any added physical problems." She told him matter-of-factly, then she opened a package which she had brought home with her. "I'll help you adjust it so it fits correctly." She said as she removed a pretty lace covered underwire bra from the package. It was obviously well past the "Trainer" stage and although he couldn't tell the sides and area between the cups had stiff stay's sewn into it for added stiffness. Denise knew that it would be uncomfortable enough that she would never wear one like it. The look on her husbands face was delightful. "A bra?" He asked, adding. "I can't wear a bra!" She shrugged then told him it was that or in a couple of months he could have surgery to fix the torn tissue the unsupported weight had caused. After thinking about he gave in. She cheerfully slid the straps up his arms and into position on his sholders, then she fastend the three hook catch. She made a big production out of adjusting the straps so that she could repeatidly cup his breasts to check the support. Once she was finished he stood looking down at the satin and lace garment. "Couldn't you find something less feminine looking?" He asked. She just shook her head, then replied that women liked lacy things. Secretly she made note that the question ment he seemed to accept wearing a bra, which delighted her. In fact after dinner she went up into the bedroom and called Carol to tell her about it. The following day, Saturday, it seemed that he couldn't do anything right. Denise was unhappy or dissatisfied with everything he did and her comments became so bitting that by mid-afternoon he broke down and started to cry. She stood in front of him with her hands folded under her breasts for a short time, but after three or four minutes she took hold of one of his arms and used it to pull him behind her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She shoved her sniveling husband back onto the bed, then she lightly slapped his face. He sat meekly rubbing his cheek instead of fighting back which made Denise smile. She rummaged through her dresser drawers for a second or two then moved back in front of him again. "Take off your shirt and pants!" She commanded in a stern voice. She let a moment pass then repeated herself. "I said take off your shirt and pants! Unless you want me to slap you again!" She added. He looked at her with a confused expression as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it off. Once he had done that he unzipped his pants, then forced them down his legs and off over his feet. Denise pointed to his shorts. "Those too!" She snapped, then she watched as he removed them as well. "Since your going to wine and cry like a girl I think you should look more like one!" She said in an unyealding voice. Then she held out a pair of her lace trimmed panties. "Put these on sissy!" She ordered. Hesitatly he took them from her, then he held them up. The bright neon green nylon and the delicate lace trim left little doubt that they were girls panties. Denise stamped her foot. "Now!" She said loudly, in an angry voice. She had to fight to keep from laughing when he held them open so he could step into them. The high-cut French style allowed the waistband to pull well past his hips before the crotchband pulled up tightly between his legs. The high dosage of hormones had dulled his desire for sex, but the reduced dosage these last two weeks had let it rekindle and although he hadn't acted like it, he was quite horny and had become very fustrated. The slick texture of her nylon panties rubbing against his limp dick caused it to start to swell. Denise slowly walked around him, patting his panty covered bottom and pulling at the lacy waistband here and there. She stopped when she was in front of him again. "They look very nice on you and you look very cute wearing them!" She told him in a teasing voice. He had lowered his head so he was looking at the floor and when he did look up she saw that his face had turned quite red. "Please don't make me wear girls panties." He begged meekly. Denise cocked her head to one side. "Well why not?" She asked, adding. "You've got breasts like a girl, you wear a bra like a girl, and" She reached out her hand and rubbed his semi-hard dick through the front panel of his panties. "And you seem to enjoy wearing them!" She added with a snicker. She could see that he didn't know what to say, so she raised her hands up to his satin and lace covered breasts. "In fact, I kind of like you looking like this!" She said, adding. "To be honest I've wanted to play with your tittie's ever since they started to show, but I didn't know if they were sore or not!" She used a soft voice that sounded as if she were conserned about him. "They were, but not lately." He told her. Denise actually saw him shudder as she carressed his breasts and when she lowered one sholder strap and peeled the cup off of one breast, then slowly lowered her lips until she could suck his hard nipple between them she heard him inhale as he caught his breath. She sucked and tounged his nipple for a bit, then started to free the other. She giggled when he realized what she wanted and pulled his bra down out of the way all on his own. "You've got such lovely breasts!" She panted in a sexy voice as she moved her lips from one nipple to the other and then back again. After a minute or two she stepped back, but she kept his nipples trapped between her fingers and thumbs. "Your nipples are so hard!" She said licking her lips, then she motioned down toward his crotch. "And it appears from your erection that you like what I'm doing." She added. He kind of nodded, but she wouldn't let him off the hook. "Do you enjoy it?" She asked. "Does it feel good? Tell me. I want to hear you say it!" She continued to tweak his nipples while she waited for him to answer. She almost came when he finally glanced up at her. "Yes it feels good and yes I like it." He said blushing a dark crimson from the humiliation of his confession. Denise smiled, then told him to stay right where he was. She quickly stripped off her suit coat and skirt, then did the same with her lacy blouse. As sexily as she could she drew her full slip up and off over her head, then she let it drop down over her husbands sholders so it would float into place over him. As she helped him thread his arms through the straps it was no accident when her hip or thigh brushed against the hard lump under his slip. She gently moved her hands over him, feeling him through his slip everywhere she could reach and it was easy to see that the sensation of the slip moving under her hands was having an effect on him. "Doesn't that feel delightful?" She asked knowingly. He seemed to have trouble replying with even a simple yes and when she forced her tounge to fill his mouth he suck greedily at it, just like a bitch. She kissed him long and hard, kneading his ass with her hands and grinding her own breasts against his as she rubbed her thigh firmly against his super hard dick. When she did pull away to take a breath she slowly pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed. She giggled as she quickly pulled a pair of nylons out of a drawer. She rolled them up then made her husband point his toes so she could cover his feet with the sheer material. Once she had encased his legs in them to about his knee's she told him to finish pulling them up and she had to cover her mouth to contain her amusment as he wiggled and twisted his hips as he worked the panty portion up into place. He had looked just like any woman looked when she was putting on a pair of pantyhose and she made sure that he knew it. "You looked so feminine getting into your nylons!" She said teasingly, raising her eyebrows. "And since you've come this far there's no reason to stop here!" She added reaching into the closet. He seemed to be ignoring her, but she knew that it was only that his mind was being flooded with so many new, enjoyable sensations that he couldn't cope. So she didn't say a word as she knelt in front of him then forced a shinny black leather high heeled pump onto his feet. He didn't seem suprised that they fit, or maybe he didn't think about it. The truth was she had purchased then for him about a week earlier and afterwards she also bought a fully boned waist-cincher that tightend with real laces. He seemed a little unsteady in the narrow four inch heels so she moved one of his hands to her sholder for support as she guided him around the bedroom. After a few minutes he was walking quite naturally on his own and she made him prance back and forth in front of her as she reclined on the bed. She kept catching him looking at her and each time she did he would quickly look away with a guilty expression on his face. She knew why he was looking at her. The way she was reclining on the bed was no accident and she knew that the position of her legs afforded him an unobstructed view of between them of her panty covered crotch. She also knew from experience that seeing her in her lingerie really turned him on. He began to gently carress her own breasts and then while he watched she slid one hand down over her tummy to the front of her pussy. Slowly and deliberatly she cupped her fingers down between her legs as she slipped her other hand under her bra. "Looking at you dressed like that makes me so God-dam hot!" She panted. "So hot I don't think I'm ever going to let you wear men's underwear ever again!" She added in a panting voice. Forcing her fingers into her panties so they both sank between her pussy lips she told him to lift up his slip and show her his panties. Even though she had seen him in them just a short time ago, this act of purposely exposing them to her seemed to hold special significance. His knee's actually went rubbery for a moment when she had asked him and he had to force his fingers to feel for the lacy hem of his slip. It got harder and harder to catch his breath the higher he lifted his slip and his his was spinning by the time he had raised it high enough to expose his feminine panties. Denise forced a fake moan as if him showing her his panties was the living end, then she slid off the bed onto her knee's. "So unlady like!" She scolded as she moved up infront of him. Before he could react she pulled his panties away from his tummy and had slipped one hand into them. It was only a second or two later that she had bent his cock down and had forced it back between his legs. She pulled his panties up tightly so that they would be sure to keep his swollen member trapped in that position, then she rubbed her hand over the smooth front panel. "Now your panties are nice and flat in front, just like mine!" She said gleefully, then she exclaimed. "In fact you look like a real girl now!" She wanted it to sound as if she were suprised. After glancing down she heard him agree, then laugh nervously as he tried to make a joke about it. Denise knelt like she was for five or six minutes as she rubbed her hands over the crotchband of his panties, skillfully masterbating him to just short of comming. While she did this she made numerous comments about how feminine he looked and how she should make him be her wife. After teasing him to the brink several times she stood up. "We can't leave you standing there in just your lingerie!" She said moving to the closet. Her slip had come to just above her knee's but on her husband it stopped at mid-thigh. She smiled at him as she pulled one of her flirty sun dresses off it's hanger. After lifting it over his head she pulled it down into place and was happy to see that the hem came about an inch below his slip. She zipped it closed, then added a wide belt. The dress was tight and form fitting down to the waist. From there it followed the line of his hips as it flaired out into a very full skirt that tried to follow even the tinyest movement of his hips. With a laugh she twisted his sholders and watched it fan up off of his thighs so that his lacy slip was exposed. She made him walk to the far side of the room and back and she noticed that he had fabulous looking legs, almost nicer then her own, which she wasn't to crazy about admiting, but she didn't say so. She figured that she could take out any hard feelings on her feminized husband the first time she forced him to allow her to punish him. Part II That first session came quickly, the next day, Sunday, in fact. All night and through the morning hours the idea of pulling her feminized husband over her knee's and punishing him like a child dominated her thoughts. Around noon she called Carol and left a message on her recorder about getting womens clothes on him. By three that afternoon she could hardly control herself. When her sissyfied man accidentally bumped one of the end tables hard enough to knock a lamp off while he was dusting, she saw her opening. She stood with her feet spread sholder width, fists planted on her hips as she looked down surveying the broken lamp. "Mother gave us that lamp!" She yelled as he knelt to pick up the pieces. He answered that he knew that, then apologized for breaking it. Denise had trouble keeping her eye's from wandering up along her husbands nylon covered thighs that the tennis skirt she had dressed him in left exposed. The pleated skirt was short admitidly short and every so often she caught a flash of the bright blue panties she'd picked out for him to wear that morning. The tank top allowed the tops of his firm breasts to show and she watched them swell slightly each time he took a breath. "Being sorry doesn't make the lamp become unbroken!" She said angrily, stamping her foot. He apologized again sounding even more meek then he had just moments before. "You need to be more careful dam-it!" She said, just as loud and angry sounding as she had been. "You have to learn to be more lady-like and try and not act like a bull in a china shop!" She told him. When he told her that he would try to be that way in the future she grabbed his arm and used it to almost drag him behind her to the sofa. "Try!" She shouted "TRY! I'll make sure you do more then try!" She yelled as she sat down. As he was half kneeling, half standing he was off balance and all it took was one hard yank for her to pull him over her thighs. She pinned him down by forcing one arm into his back, then trapped his kicking legs behind one of her own. Once he was drapped over her thighs in a classic spanking position she eagerly flipped his skirt and slip up onto his back. "You'll dam sure do more then try when I'm finished with you!" She growled as she felt his firm bottom through the back of his panties. She couldn't stand it any longer and without saying another word she raised her arm, then swatted his fanny smartly with her open hand. To both her and him the loud pop of her hand landing on his bottom sounded deafening, but Denise could tell by the way he stiffened up momentarily that it had also stung a bit. She brought her hand down harder the second time and could feel the sharp stinging sensation in her own hand. Her sissy was actually crying real tears and was begging her to stop before she was satisfied. After the last swat she held him drapped over her thighs as she gently felt moved her hand from one cheek to the other. She was suprised that she could actually feel heat through his panties. "I hated doing that." She lied. "But sometimes a spanking is all that will do for a naughty little girl." She added. She asked him if he understood and almost passed out when he replied that he did. Truthfully she had enjoyed doing that so much that her juices had flooded out of her the whole time. It was impossible for her not to notice how they had saturated her panties, which made them feel squishy when she moved. She allowed him to get up and go back to picking up the pieces of the broken lamp while she went up to the bedroom. Once there she fell onto the bed as she shoved her hands between her legs. She was so excited that it took less then a minute for her to get herself off. After changing putting on a pair of fresh panties she went back downstairs and acted as if nothing at all had happened. That evening while he washed the dishes she sat on the phone and listened to Carol excitedly tell her about a potent liquid hormone that could be administered orally. Denise knew that continued high dosages of hormones could cause her husbands penis to fail to get hard and even become totaly useless. She didn't really want this to happen because she did enjoy having it at her disposal and she liked to tease him about what was happening to him making it hard. But she also felt that Carol's wishes and desires should be considered. After all she was the one who had made her fantisy of emasculation her overbearing, macho husband a reality. After a long conversation the two women each compermised and agreed on something that would be satisfying to both of them. Denise called her work and took three days of her accrued vacation time, which had almost built up to 30 days. She was on edge all morning and didn't give her sissy a moments rest, ridding him about everything he did. Around noon she nervously answered the phone, then handed it to him. She knew what Carol was telling him and she couldn't seem to sit still, so she went into the kitchen and got a cold dring from the refrigerator. It wasn't too long that her husband, looking shocked and troubled, joined her. She said that she knew it was the doctor and then asked what she had to say, even though she already knew. It was difficult for her to try and act concerned and worried when he told her that some tests had come back that showed his physical changes were being caused by his testicals. It seemed a kind of desise was causing them to produce mutated chemicals that were responsible for the way he was changing and that thier was no cure. He had a hard time telling her about the suggestion he'd been given that they be removed. Once he had managed to say that he added that she had made an appointment for the following day and that another doctor would be there to so he could get a second opinion. Denise patted his head and told him everything would be ok, then sent him upstairs to lie down for a while. Then she fixed herself a mixed drink and rolled a thin joint. That first drink was followed by another and by the time she had finished smoking the joint quite a bit of time had passed. Time that she had spent thinking about her husband being castrated. She couldn't explain why, but the more she thought about it the more comfortable she got with the idea. In fact, her feelings started to go way past comfortable. She began to think how it would almost be the ultimate humbling experience and how the only thing worse would be having his penis removed. But his penis would still be there for her, just like she wanted. In fact, since they had decided not to have children, his testicals didn't really serve any purpose. She smiled when she thought about how the feminine panties she was insisting he wear would fit nicer once the smooth line of his groin was no longer interupted by a dangling sack. Denise even caught herself snickering as she climbed the stairs after switching off the lights and locking the doors and she had to make sure her smile was gone before turning into the bedroom. She found her husband had fallen asleep and she allowed herself to smile when she saw that his short tennis skirt had ridden up high enough that most of his pretty feminine panties were uncovered. She almost burst out laughing when she saw that his dick was hard and stiff. It was still bent back between his legs like she had told him she wanted it kept and his panties were doing a good job of keeping like that. She snickered evily as she carefully climbed onto the bed so as not to wake him up. Suppressing her laugher she began to use the tips of her fingernails to tickle the swollen head through his panties and listened as his breathing became short and shallow. The one time he did stir he rolled onto his tummy which made it even easier for her to continue with what she wanted to do. Laying like he was, with his legs slightly spread, allowed her to get to most of his stiff shaft as well and her fingertips were soon dancing lightly up and down his erection from the head to as far down as she could reach. Suddenly she saw his hips tighten and his thighs tense up which was followed the appearance of a growing wet area that surrounded the end of his dick. She didn't stop teasing him though and she watched as each squirt soaked into the thin nylon his panties were constructed of. When he started to get soft she got up, undressed then got into bed. The next morning she was sure that she was up before him and she found a good excuse to hang around while he removed his now wrinkled skirt, blouse and slip and once this was done she "Discovered" the large stain that she had caused. "What did you do?" She demanded. "You soiled your pretty panties?" She asked, making it more of a statement then a question. He blushed a bright red when he found out what she was talking about and could only stammer when he tried to explain it. "You haven't seen fit to have sex with me for almost three weeks, but you have "Wet Dreams"?" She asked. "Who were you dreaming about?" She added, sounding as if she were insulted. Not letting him answer she continued. "What is it? You don't find me attractive anymore? I don't excite you?" She asked. He assured her that none of that was true and that it was just something that happened to men every now and then. Denise continued to pout as he hugged her. "You know that I'm really fastenated with how you've changed!" She said in a child-like voice, adding. "I've told you how much I wanted to play with your breasts!" He admited knowing about her desires and agreed that him having real tit's was erotic and kinky, then as if make up for comming in his sleep he took her hands in his then placed them over his firm breasts. "Well here they are sweetheart." He told her, adding. "Go ahead. You have my permission to do anything you like with them." She looked up at him."Really?" She asked in a coy voice. He nodded as his reply and she began to gently knead them with her fingers. "They are cute, and perky. Like a teenagers!" She said slipping her fingers inside the cups of his bra. Being held like she was she couldn't help feeling him shudder when she dragged the tips of her fingernails over his swelling nipples. "And I love feeling your hard nipples!" She said softly, her voice breathy and sexy sounding. She licked at his ear. "And I love sucking them with my lips!" She added. When she heard him mumble, kind of agreeing with her she smiled. "Do you like how my lips feel on your breasts?" She asked, to which he admited that he did. She brushed her lips against his. "Pull down your bra so I can suck and lick your breasts!" She said, then she covered his mouth with hers. She forced her tounge past his lips and filled his mouth with it, the whole time quite aware of him working his bra straps off of his sholders. She pulled back as he began to peel the cups of his bra down so his breasts were exposed. She moved her hand down and wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast, then she made them ballon into hard balls by squeezing them. "Look at how hard your nipples are dear!" She remarked as she brushed her lips over the very tips. She loved it when, after several gasps he asked her to kiss his nipples. "Kiss my hard nipples." He begged and then he was asking her to suck them. When she softly bit them with her sharp front teeth he pulled her head so her mouth was crushed over him. "Oh yes! Bite them. Bite my nipples!" He gasped and she eagerly complied, bitting one, then the other, bitting down slightly harder each time. After a bit she was pulling her head back while still holding his nipple in her teeth until it pulled free, something he seemed to love. Releasing her grip on his breasts she moved her hands around him and began to feel his bottom through his stiff come stained panties, but after a bit she slipped one hand under the waistband. As she ground her pelvic mound against the base of his cock she worked her index finger between his cheeks, then she gently forced it into his tight hole. She kept him from voicing any objections by filling his mouth with her tounge. Her other hand moved back and forth teasing, pinching and tweaking his nipples while she began to move her other hand so her finger pumped in and out of him. Once she felt he had accepted her doing that to him she moved her lips close to one ear. "And how do you like what I'm doing to you know? Does it feel good too?" She gasped softly as she licked around the opening of his ear. She wished she had a tape recorder running when he confessed that it did feel good. "Your just like my own little sex toy!" She said after he had answered her. "My little slave-girl that I can kiss and bite her tit's and fuck her hole with my fingers!" She added. She knew she had total control over him when he began to roll his hips in rythim to her finger fucking and gasped that she made him feel so hot and sexy. Once she heard him say that she pulled her hand out of his panties and pushed him away. She looked at him with his bra pulled down under his now pink breasts which were topped by his hard nipples then looked down at his panties which were pulled down partway on one side. "Put on a clean pair of panties you little slut!" She said playfully. "Then hurry up and get dressed so you can fix me some breakfast. I'm starved!" She added, then she turned and started for the bathroom. She glanced at his reflection in the mirror as she passed and saw that he looked crushed, disappointed and totaly let down. She kept him busy all morning and when it was time for him to get ready for his appointment he was so shook up that he didn't comment about the tight jeans she gave him to wear, even though the zipper was on the side. In fact, if he had bothered to look he would have realized that the shirt he put on was made for a woman and that the buttons were on the wrong side. Of course he put on a pair of mens underwear, but she talked him into wearing his bra. "She's a doctor! She'll understand why!" She had told him. What she didn't tell him was that his bra was faintly visable through his blouse, something that seemed to give her extra delight. As usual there were no other patents and Denise watched from behind the one-way mirror. A man, who Carol had introduced as Dr. Scully, was in attendence as the second opinion. Denise giggled when he and Carol smiled at each other when her husband had removed his shirt and his bra was exposed. He was still embarrassed about wearing it and had kind of cupped his breasts while saying. "You know why I'm wearing this." Trying to sound as casual as he could. Carol played it perfectly by nodding as she felt the lace covered cups with her fingertips. "Certainly." She said, adding. "And I love the lace!" The man squeezed and prodded his balls with his fingers, forcing a painful groan from the patent every now and then. After a bit he sat quietly as he read several pages of a file. After closing it he stood up. "Well? What's the problem?" He asked, adding. "Of course it's unfortunate, but it could be worse. It could have gone on undetected until a vital organ was effected which would cause you to die!" Carol didn't say anything, she just stood and listened. "At least it was discovered early enough that you can go on leading a normal life. You won't notice anything different then they are! The quanity of your semen during sex will be the same! Actually it would be as if you had had a visectomy. There just won't be any active sperm!" He then turned and washed his hands. After drying them he shook Ricks hand saying it was nice meeting him, then commented to Carol that he would be billing her, then he disappeared through the door, pulling it closed behind him. Denise's husband shrugged his sholders. "Well, that's that!" He said, as if he had accepted the inevitable. Carol suggested that time was of the essence. "The sooner the better!" She said over her sholder. He told her whenever she or whoever did it could schedule it was fine and she assured him that she could do it right in the office. "But there some preparation!" She added, then she began to collect several items from verious drawers. After a short time she had him turn onto his tummy and then after looking straight into the one-way mirror and winking, she pushed a narrow plastic nozzel into his bottom. A short hose that it was attached to was snapped onto a plastic bottle filled with a liquid which ended up inside of him. That was followed by a second. After removing the nozzel a short tube with what looked like a wrinkled deflated ballon on each end was inserted so that one end was still visable. Carol was grinning as she attached a small black ball that caused the ballons to inflate a little each time it was squeezed. She continued filling then with air until she heard him groan in protest, then she squeezed the ball two more times. "That fluid will numb the Cordial tubes and the nerves surrounding them so that you won't be laid up for a week or more afterward!" She told him, adding. "And the Bardou will help you to retain it. I'm sure you wouldn't be able to on your own!" She giggled when she said the last. Once he was sitting up again she used her stythascope to listen to his heart and his lungs and while she was holding the round metal piece against him Denise noticed that she took advantage of the position of her hands to playfully squeeze one of his breasts. She left while he dressed and just as he was putting his shoes on she came back in and told him to come back at six thirty A.M. the following morning. He was very quiet on the drive home. Once there he went upstairs and laid down to try and relieve the cramping the fluid filling his intestines was causing. Carol called not to long after that and she told Denise how delightful he looked in his feminine bra. "But I was so disappointed that he wasn't wearing panties!" She added, which made them both laugh. She said that the liquid inside him would put him to sleep and that he would be groggy in the morning. "A bomb blast wouldn't wake him up for the nest five or six hours!" She added before they hung up. About thirty minutes later Denise thought about that last comment and slowly a smile appeared on her face.