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I had just turned nineteen and was on my way back to my dorm room after spending the afternoon with my girlfriend when my car was hit broadside by someone who had run the red light. The next thing I knew, I was lying in a bed in the University Hospital in no small measure of pain. By that evening, I had discovered that most of my injuries were below the waist, although I had innumerable cuts and contusions all over my body. The bad news came to me the following day when I was told my testicles had been irreparably crushed and they had to be removed. While I was nowhere close to being a jock, in either looks or physique, I had hoped to have a family some day providing I was lucky enough to find a girl who?d have me. Jenny, my current girlfriend, and me were nowhere close to having that sort of a relationship, not even having been intimate with each other yet. During the next couple of days, the Doctors told me that, other than having to remove my testicles, the rest of my injuries were comparatively minor and healing rapidly. With luck, they would discharge me in a day or two if I could find someone to stay with who would help take care of me for a week or so. Jenny was the only person I knew well enough to ask and so when she came to visit me that afternoon, I explained what the Docs had told me and asked if she would help me out. For some reason, it didn?t dawn on me to tell her they?d taken my nuts, possibly assuming she already knew. Anyway, when I informed the Docs the next morning that she?d agreed to let me stay with her, they said they?d like to meet her so they could give her the instructions how to take care of my wounds. That?s how she found out, and I was surprised how sympathetic and compassionate she was about what had happened to me. I was able to walk by the time they discharged me, sending me home under Jen?s care when she drove over to pick me up from the hospital. At this point, I was so heavily bandaged down there that it felt like I had a pillow between my legs, but I was happy to be out of that place. Maybe it was the pain-killers they had me on, or it might have been that I still wasn?t thinking all that clearly after the shock my system had been put through, but it wasn?t until that night when Jenny said it was time to change my bandages that it dawned on me? she was going to see this most private part of me in all it?s mutilated disfigurement. After she explained she?d grown up with three older brothers and in a rather free-thinking family on a farm where they?d all gone skinny dipping together as kids and while they were growing up, I figured what the hell, she?d already seen her brothers naked so why not me. Steeling myself for the ordeal ahead, I lay down on the spare bed she?d put me in, and after I?d undressed down to and including my underwear, she brought out the sack of bandages they?d sent me home from the hospital with, and proceeded to remove the bandages. ?Oh wow, Bill, this isn?t nearly as bad as I?d thought it might be, you?re already healing nicely. It looks like the bleeding?s stopped other than a slight oozing from the sutures.? After she cleaned the area, including the scrapes along the inside of both my thighs, she applied some sort of cr?me saying, ?The doctors say this stuff will help you heal more quickly and minimize the scarring you?ll have. It?s also an antibiotic to help prevent infections.? Once she?d re-bandaged the whole area, she bid me goodnight and headed off to her room that we might both get some sleep. This procedure continues for the next two weeks and until I go see the Doctors again for what I hope will be the last time. At that point, with any luck at all, they?ll discharge me from their care and I can resume my life and school at the start of the next semester. Jenny has insisted and I?ve agreed to simply move in with her for at least the next semester since the Doctors tell me I?ll still need some care and since Jen already knows what?s needed, I figured why the hell not. They?d also given me a prescription for some pills to replace the hormones my balls used to produce, testosterone being the primary one. They explained, after I?d asked, that should I fail to take them regularly, secondary female characteristics may be manifested such as a change in fat distribution and even some breast development, albeit minor and nothing like the one?s girls develop. I was given the freedom of not having to wear the full bandages any longer, but rather, I could get by with just wearing a feminine sanitary pad in my underwear to keep the still oozing sutures from staining my clothes. This should end?the oozing that is?within the month, and when it does, I?ll not need the pads any longer. Well, no matter what I tried, what brand of pad from the kind that stick to the crotch of one?s underwear, to the kind worn attached to a belt, which I hated, nothing worked for me, they simply would not stay in place. Finally one morning, Jenny suggested something I never thought I?d hear from a girl, an offer to let me wear a pair of her panties. Her reasoning was sound, that without my testicles there was just too much room in the crotch of my old underwear to hold the pads in place. When I admitted I was frustrated enough to try anything, she ran upstairs to her room and returned a minute later carrying a pair of white cotton panties for me to try on. ?I don?t know if they?ll fit or not, but try them on and if need be, we?ll get some that will.? She?d also brought a fresh pad with her, the stick- on kind, so I dropped my shorts and underwear and stepped into the panties? pulling them part way up before pulling the paper off the adhesive strip on the pad and pressing it into place in the crotch, then pulling them on the rest of the way. Although they fit reasonably well, the waist was too high for my comfort, and Jen quickly agreed, suggesting we go to the mall after I?ve worn them for awhile first and I?m sure the pad will stay put where it should. My mid-afternoon I was satisfied we?d found the best solution and that although I wasn?t totally in favor of the idea, it did seem girl?s panties fit me better now than the old men?s Jockey shorts I?d been wearing. Thus we headed off to the mall to buy a supply of them for me to have my own rather than borrowing Jenny?s all the time. On the way, Jenny did her best to reassure me my wearing panties was not a matter of sexual deviancy but was instead that of necessity and comfort. She also did her best to convince me to just have fun with the idea and to let her pick some out for me along with the ones I choose. When we get to the mall, we go into Sears first, where Jenny heads straight for the ladies lingerie department with me in tow. I mean, hell, this is just a bit embarrassing, after all. First she shows me the packaged panties, three to a pack, helping me find what I need and explaining the various styles and cuts. Knowing she?s going to insist I buy more than just plain white cotton, I pick out three packages of hipsters which is a style with a low-cut waistband, and allow her to take me to the racks where individual panties are displayed. After she chooses several more pair, all in colors or with patterns of one sort or another, she says, ?Okay, that?s enough for here, let?s go pay for these and we?ll head for the next store.? Carrying the sack, we leave Sears and head off down the mall until we reach the one place. I don?t want to go in, Victoria?s Secret, but Jen insists saying, ?Look, Bill, I need some things from here, too, and you?re having just cotton panties to wear isn?t right, you?ll be missing out on half the fun so let?s just do this, okay?? So I end up following her from rack to rack and display to display while she looks at all the new bra styles before deciding which ones she wants, then it?s my turn. Here is where my views on women?s panties is broadened greatly as Jenny explains to me why women like to wear pretty things and how they feel against their skin. ?Bill, there?s no reason in the world you shouldn?t feel this way, too. You guys are always so damned macho that you miss out on so much. Please, Bill, just go along with me and try?? I concede, and agree to get whatever she picks out as well as to wear whatever, too. If only, I tell her, to repay her in some small way for what she?s done for me. In moving from rack to rack, Jen is at least considerate enough of my concerns to not pick out anything that?s covered with lace or too many of those cute little bows. But she does pick out a number of different styles, hipsters, bikinis, tap panties (something similar to boxers), and yes, even two pair of thongs. ?My treat,? she says, ?I?ll pay for these.? Taking them from me and adding them to the bras she?d picked out earlier. We stop at the Denny?s across from the mall to grab something to eat before we go home, and here Jenny and I get into a discussion about where our relationship may be heading. As I said earlier, we?ve not been intimate with each other, and since my accident, have not even thought of doing so with any sense of seriousness. Jenny is the one who brings it up, though, saying, ?Bill, I don?t know quite how to put this other than bluntly, so here goes? are you ever going to make a pass at me?? ?Uh?well? gees Jen, blunt is right.? I say, grinning across the table at her. ?Yeah, someday. I was going to, soon, before this damned accident, but now, I just don?t know. Why?? ?What don?t you know?? she asks. ?If you?d want me. I mean, I can?t give you babies now, for one thing.? ?Bill, I can?t have any anyway, I had cysts on both my ovaries when I was still in High School, had to have them removed.? ?Oh gees, Jen, I?m so sorry,? I tell her, taking her hand in mine. ?That?s okay. But now do you see?? ?See what?? I ask, not getting her meaning. ?We?re a perfect match, you can?t be a father and I can?t get pregnant.? Talk about a light bulb being turned on inside my head! ?Well yeah, I guess you?re right.? I tell her, grinning from ear to ear. Turning for just a moment to the practical side of things, I express my concern in wondering if my healing?s sufficiently progressed to allow us to be together yet. ?Bill, I asked the Doctors about that the other day, while they were waiting for you to get dressed after your final checkup. They said yes, whenever you feel up to it.? ?Up to it?? I tease her. We both get a good laugh over my quip and finish eating with a very light-hearted sense of anticipation over what we both know is to come later that evening. On the way home, Jenny reminds me of growing up with her brothers on the farm and explains, ?I just want you to know so tomorrow, when I start running around half naked, I won?t shock the begesus out of you. It?s been hard for me this past couple of months to stay dressed all the time. I guess I?m just a nudist at heart.? ?That?s fine, I love being around good-looking naked babes.? I tease her. ?Not as much as I like being around hunky naked guys.? She responds. ?Even ones that wear panties?? I add. ?Especially them. I love a guy who?s able to show me his feminine side, too.? Arriving home, the first thing we do is put all our purchases away and I use the shopping bag to put all my old underwear away in for storage in the closet. Then, to surprise Jenny, I change into a pair of panties she?d picked out for from Victoria?s Secret. Pale blue hipsters with just one tiny little bow on the waistband in front. I have to admit as I pull them on, that satin does feel good against my skin, maybe she was right after all. Positioning my dick off to one side, I sung them up tight against my crotch and put a pair of running shorts on over them, changing my shirt for a tee shirt before heading on downstairs where we?re going to watch a movie on TV. We?re both barefoot, as usual, and dressed similarly, too. I head for the kitchen to get us both a coke while Jen turns the TV on. Returning to the front room, I find she?s turned the TV to face the couch where she?s already sitting. I tease her a bit by asking, ?Are you gonna try to seduce me, girl?? ?You know I am, Bud. Now get your buns over here and sit with me.? she says, grinning and giggling. Sitting down beside her, she snuggles up to me and reaches for the coke I brought for her. While I would never in a million years have chosen to watch this particular movie, a prototypical chick- flick, I figure what the hell, if it turns her on, so much the better. Putting my arm around Jenny, although resting it on the back of the couch, I?m only slightly surprised when she reaches up for my hand and pulls it down to place it directly on her right breast. ?There, that?s where your hand belongs.? She says, laying her head on my shoulder. Although Jen?s obviously wearing a bra, I can feel it?s outline, and it?s one of those low-cut ones that leaves little to the imagination when exposed to the light of day. So, rather than just grope her, I trace along the outline of the cup with just the tips of my fingers, back and forth, back and forth as though absently-minded doing so. She soon lays her left hand on my right thigh and begins to move it about slowly and in much the same manner, as though totally unaware she?s doing it. I soon realize this movie?s on cable when the two stars get into a rather heated scene, and the girl?s blouse is removed. ?Do what they?re doing.? Jenny whispers to me. So, as she sits up, I help her off with her tee shirt. She turns her face to me and kisses me, deeply, our tongues quickly parting each other?s lips to entwine lustfully. When the two actors part on screen to undress even further, we follow suit, coming together again as they do, wearing just our underwear. I?ve known all along that Jenny had a nice figure, in spite of the loose clothing she seems to prefer, but to see her body now, like this, I fully realize just how gorgeous she really is. Although we?re paying little attention to the movie now, Jen appears to want to sort of follow the action by keeping time with what the two actors are doing. So when the guy removes the girl?s bra, I remove Jen?s, and free the most beautiful pair of breasts I think I?ve ever seen on a girl. After kissing both of them lavishly and with enthusiasm, Jen places her hand directly on my crotch, rubbing me through the satin panties and driving me crazy in the process. I softly ask her if she wants to go up to her bedroom but she answers, ?No, I want you right here, right now. Let?s do it right here on the couch.? Reaching across, I put my hand in her crotch and start rubbing her clit, causing her to moan softly and say, ?Oh yes, Bill, oh god that feels so good.? I can already feel her heat and dampness through her panties, so when I finally feel it?s the right time to remove them, my only surprise is when I find she?s completely shaved. Why, I?m not altogether sure, but for the first time in my life that I?ve been with a girl like I am now, I feel a strong need to taste her, to go down on her and eat her pretty pussy. By this point, my dick is straining against the confines of the satin panties I?m wearing, but for some reason, I know it?s not yet the right time to take them off. Looking up toward Jenny?s face, I find she?s closed her eyes, and lowering my gaze to her gorgeous tits, I find her nipples are rock-hard and tightly erect. Time to get busy, fella, I tell myself, lowering my head to her left knee where I begin kissing my way upward along her inner thigh. Stopping just short of ?the prize?, I return to her knees and do the same to her right leg, again stopping short of her pussy. Next, I kiss all around her cute little pussy, front and sides before ever touching it directly and driving her to groan softly, ?Oh damn you, Bill. Damn you, that feels so fucking good.? Reaching up and behind her to her butt cheeks, I pull her toward me until her ass is half off the couch whereupon she spreads her legs fully for me. Before lowering my face to her hot little pussy, I glance upward to see her squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Okay, it?s time, I decide, lowering my face until my lips are directly upon her, sticking out my tongue to taste her free-flowing juices. Mmm, sweet and just slightly tangy? I continue to lick her lips from back to front repeatedly, avoiding her clitoris for now. Then, I slip my tongue between them and on inside of her, using it to fuck her while I toy, with one fingertip, the little rosebud that is her anus. Finally, when I feel she?s really ready for it, I begin to suck on her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth across its tiny tip until her orgasm finally explodes from within her. In moving up from knees and the floor to sit beside her, I lean down to kiss and suck on her tits while I continue to finger her pussy, as she slowly comes down off the high that was her climax. ?Oh wow, so that?s what oral sex is like?? she says finally. ?Like it?? I ask her. ?Oh my gawd, yes! Oh yes.? She says, rubbing her hand against my crotch again. ?Ooo, you?re ready, too, aren?t you, hon?? she asks. ?Uh-huh.? ?Then let?s get those panties of yours off and get at it, I?m ready too.? She says, giggling at me. I stand up and let her pull them down and off me, then watch as Jenny lies back on the couch and with one foot on the floor, spreads her legs to accept me between them. With no hesitation whatsoever, and the full knowledge she?s fully ready for me to enter her, I kneel between her legs and position myself between them. She reaches down to take my dick and guide it into place, and when she puts it where she wants it, I press forward slowly, sliding between her swollen lips and on inside of her. ?Oh yes, Bill, yes! Oh gawd, you feel so good inside me. Now fuck me, baby, fuck me.? I do, and we quickly establish the age-old rhythm, and I lose myself in all the sensations that are flooding over me. The warm, soft, wet walls of her pussy surrounding my aching cock, the soft pressure of her beautiful breasts flattened between us, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist. And then, after a long slow fuck, the explosion that bursts forth from my dick to flood her insides as she, too, climaxes beneath me. Then I feel the rhythmic pulsation of the muscles inside her pussy and they squeeze my dick so delightfully. After maybe five minutes or so, she moves slightly to let me know I can move away from her now while at the same time, she releases my neck as she moves her arms from around it, and her legs from my waist. The look on her pretty face is a classic one, too, that of a woman just fucked and fully satisfied, a sort of glow, if you know what I mean. Excusing herself, she heads for the bathroom to clean up a bit, telling me my turn?s after hers. She?s still glowing when she returns, and she?s grinning from ear to ear, too. I use the bathroom next, cleaning our mingled juices from my dick and crotch before rejoining her in the front room. Much as might be expected, our nudity no longer appears to concern either of us when we retake our places on the couch, and she snuggles up against me again. After all, why should it when we?ve just been as close to one another as a guy and a girl can be? Giggling aloud, Jen suddenly says, ?I bet we had more fun than those two actors did.? ?Yeah, I think so too. We actually did it, they just faked it.? ?Well, Hon, I sure wasn?t faking anything.? She says. ?That was fantastic.? ?Oh, you enjoyed that, huh?? I tease. ?More than you?ll ever know, babe. I?ve been waiting for you to do me since the first day we met.? She admits. ?And my accident didn?t turn you off to the prospect? ?Oh no, anything but. Getting you to wear panties turned me on all that much more.? ?It did? Really?? ?Oh hell yeah.? She says. ?I told you I love it when guys can show their feminine side to me.? ?Well, if me wearing panties is what it takes to get into yours, so be it.? I tell her, laughing aloud. ?It?s not, but it sure as hell helps.? She says, also laughing aloud. Needless to say, Jenny and I no longer slept apart after that evening and we began a sex life together that remains amazing in it?s frequency and intensity to this day, years later, in spite of or possibly due to all the changes that have occurred. We returned to classes with the onset of the next semester and I rarely gave a thought to what I wore beneath my clothes every day, panties having become my underwear of choice and preference. It was maybe six months or so, after the accident happened, that I first noticed having strange sensations, or feelings, in my stomach. They only lasted a few days and then went away so I thought nothing more of it until a month or so later when they returned. By the third occurrence, I mentioned them to Jenny one night. She asked me to describe how I felt, and I tried to explain to her as best I could. ?It?s kind of like I?m full after having eaten a full meal. Then I get these little pains that make me think I need to use the john, but I don?t.? ?Like cramps?? she asks. ?Yeah, kind of.? ?And this has happened three times now, a month or so apart?? ?Uh-huh.? ?Well, if you were a girl I?d say it?s your period, but you?re not. I think you better see a doctor, Bill.? After calling one of the Doctors who treated me after the accident, thinking it might be related somehow, I get an appointment the very next morning. Meeting with him in his offices at the hospital, while Jen sits in the waiting room, he sends me to get some abdominal x-rays first, before he even examines me. I explain why I?m wearing girl?s panties, and he agrees they?re likely better suited to me now anyway. On his exam table, my feet and legs in those stirrup things like a girl, he pokes and prods both my crotch area and my lower abdomen. Just as he finishes, there?s a knock on the door and a nurse gives him the x-rays they shot of me. Putting them up on the light box he has on the wall, he studies them for a minute before saying, ?Bill, I want to schedule you for an MRI right away, okay?? Fearing the worst, some kind of cancer, I agree reluctantly and get dressed while he uses the phone. Going as he directed us to go, Jen and I head over to another part of the hospital to get the MRI done. He?s going to be there, too, but in the room where they have the screens showing what the MRI reveals. She has to wait outside while I go through the thing, and no sooner is it over with than he comes to meet with us. ?Bill, I want you to go back to my office while I consult with another doctor, I?ll meet you there shortly.? We?re soon sitting in his office with another doctor, a woman, and the first thing he asks me is if I?m continuing to take the hormone pills he prescribed. I admit no, that I?m not, and that it?s because they made me half-sick. ?Well, that may be why you?re experiencing the symptoms you?re having now, but I?ll let Doctor Kelly explain.? She moves closer and opens a file folder to show me what she says are printouts from the MRI I just had done. Pointing to something I see easily see outlined, she says, ?Bill, these are almost fully developed female organs, uterus and ovaries. The symptoms you?ve experienced are the result of your approaching menstrual periods.? I was stunned, and from the look on Jenny?s face, so was she. Me menstruating? No freaking way, I?m a guy! She continues by explaining, ?Bill, it?s not at all unusual for some men and some women to have vestigial organs of the other sex long after birth. As you know, our sex is not determined until the fourth month of gestation and in some people, the vestigial organs never really go away. In your case, it?s painfully obvious to Dr. Allen and myself that between your unfortunate accident and then you?re reaction to the replacement testosterone pills, your vestigial female organs have once again come alive and are very close to completing their development. Dr. Allen and I agree you have two courses to choose between in order to deal now with what will soon become a crisis. One is to have these organs removed via surgery, or two, to allow us to open what appears to be a naturally formed vaginal canal that is already in existence within your pelvis. But we can?t wait much longer to act. You see, when you do have your first real menstruation, the discharge must have a place to go.? Doctor Allen then suggests Jenny and I go have lunch and discuss it before I make a final decision what to do. About fifteen minutes later, seated off in a corner of the student cafeteria, I ask her what she thinks I should go, which option I should opt for. Without hesitation, she says quietly, ?Get the pussy.? ?Huh?? I say, incredulously. ?Let them open you up and make you a pussy. Just think of the fun we could have together then, sweety.? She says. ?I could get one of these strap- on things and then just think of how much fun we?d have. Just don?t let them cut your dick off, that?s mine.? She says, giggling. Some time later, we?re sitting in Dr. Kelly?s office with her and another doctor, a plastic surgeon who?ll do the actual operation now that I?ve decided to go for option number two. The discussion now deals with how extensive the secondary part of the operation will be, that part where the plastic surgeon will create as realistic a vagina as I would like. Jenny wants it to be as complete and natural as possible, including a clitoris, and is very open about her part in our rather unusual sex life, and that she wants me to keep my male organ, too. The surgery is scheduled as an emergency, taking priority over all elective surgeries, and making it possible for me to have this quite drastic operation the day after tomorrow. The intervening two days passed so quickly that I almost missed them, there was so much to do to get ready? professors to notify, the registration office, etc. Then I found myself alone in my room at the hospital on the eve of the surgery, Jenny having just left to go get some sleep. Alone with my thoughts as I was, I thought back over what had brought me to this point? the accident, Jenny?s support and care for me after I was discharged, and now her easy acceptance, if not insistence, that I allow them to do what they?re going to do to me tomorrow. Thoughts of my having to soon needing to deal with monthly menstrual cycles cross my mind, of Jen?s support, and her comment just before she left that now, just maybe, we could have kids after all. Yes, we?ve been discussing marriage, a lot in fact. Our sex life together is unbelievable partially due to my staying power and quick recovery time, but also to her sex drive which seems to always be in the full on position. When she asked the plastic surgeon if he could crate for me a fully functional and responsive clitoris, his assurance that he could, although he was unable to predict how soon after the operation that it would become so, she almost glowed. Were it not for the oh, so unfortunate set of circumstances that have combined to bring me to this point, I would almost have to think Jenny had planned the whole thing, she?s so enthused about every aspect of what?s happened to me so far. As to my thoughts and feeling about waking up after the operation and having a girl?s pussy between my legs? Mixed emotions, to say the least. Having lost my balls over nine months ago, I no longer miss them at all, the emptiness of my crotch now having become so natural, I rarely, if ever, think of it. But to soon having an opening down there? An opening I know full well Jen plans to take full advantage of? To soon have to deal with monthly periods? Well, I guess I?ll just have to get used to it, huh? I?ll not go into the recovery period from the operation, nor the three months it took to fully heal, other than to say my ability to deal with pain was sorely tested. However, once I?d healed completely, and all the bruising and discoloration has disappeared, I have to admit even I was, and still am, amazed at the skill of that plastic surgeon. Other than the single slight problem they had while I was on the operating table, which I?ll explain in a minute, the surgery was amazingly successful. There?s almost no telling my pussy from a natural one like Jen?s, not unless you can find the tiny scars from the stitches. The small problem they had? My urethra was severed accidentally, and the only thing they could do was fix it so I have to sit down to pee now, just like all girls must do. Something about it?s having been someplace it shouldn?t have when they first cut into me. Oh well, it doesn?t really matter to me anyway, who cares how I have to pee, standing up or sitting down makes no real difference to me. Although, I must say, the first time I peed this way, after they removed the catheter was quite an experience. And it?s a real relief to no longer have to use those stents to keep my canal open while it healed, too. Three months and two periods later, I?m fully healed, and now, they?ve discharged me, too. No more checkups, and the go ahead for Jenny and me to have fun again. I do have to say one thing here, before I go any further, my idea that having this thing between my legs would be little different than what I had before was a total error in judgment on my part, I really should have paid attention when Jen tried to tell me how sensitive I would be down there. Her attempt to describe how It would feel was woefully inadequate. My labia are just so damned sensitive and it seems like I?m always wet. But, it does feel nice when I pull my panties on all nice and snug against myself there. And I think I?m starting to get some feeling in the clitoris they made for me, too. Oh well, at least now I can start using tampons for my next period, instead of the damned bulky pads. Now, with all the stories on the web about people who have sex change operations and take hormones, you may wonder if I can still get an erection. Well, it?s more like when don?t I have one, it seems like I have a hardon all the time now. What?s this operation done to, or for, our sex life, you wonder? With any luck at all, I?ll find out this weekend because Jen and I have been abstaining while I healed, and we?re going away for the weekend to just get away from the distractions around here, to one of the state park lodges. We spent more than we should have a couple of nights ago when we went to the mall where we bought candles, bubble-bath and all kinds of stuff like that just to play around with over the weekend. We both pack several changes of outfits to cover our needs from walking around the area, lounging in the lodge, dinner wear, and yes, our swim suits. It?s a couple hour drive to the lodge which means we get there just after noon, having left around 10:00 for the long weekend we have planned. Along with the stuff I already mentioned, we have plenty of Coke?s and a cooler full of snack foods since we?ve reserved a room with a wet bar and small fridge. As soon as we?ve checked in and have our room keys, I drive around to meet Jenny, who goes through the lodge to meet up with me. We get the car unloaded onto a bell cart and head for our room to unload it, then I?ll bring it back down and park the car which I?m going to just leave in the loading area for now. By the time I get back up to our room, Jen?s just finishing unpacking her first suitcase of the two she brought, so I open mine and get all my things put away while we wait for the room heater to take the chill off. Then I unload the cooler and stock the fridge with it?s content and a couple of 12-packs of coke. While the heater continues to work, we decide to take a quick walk through the lodge, if only to get our bearings for now, as well as to see what they have on the lunch menu; we may eat and then again, we may not. On our way back after lunch, we agree to take a bath together if only to see how I like taking one in a tub filled with smelly bubbles, as Jenny calls them. The room?s nice and warm by this time, so we quickly undress and head for the bathroom where, for the first time, I see the size of the tub we have to play in and it?s huge. I love looking at Jen, especially naked, as she is now, and I can?t wait for the fun to begin as I step into the tub with her, to wait for it to fill completely. When I first sit down in the already hot water, and feel it against my new organ, I?m reminded once again just how sensitive I am down there. We move the water around in the tub as we adjust the temperature until it?s as hot as we want it to be so it?ll last awhile, then I lay down against her with my back to her, just as she asked me to do. When her hands move immediately to my crotch, I?m not the least bit surprised because I know how long she?s waited to get her hands on me there. At first, she just plays with my dick like she always has, then after I?m so hard it hurts, she slides one hand beneath it and cups my pussy with it. Squeezing me there, she slips one finger between my lips where she teases me with it by slowly drawing it from the back toward the front. Oh my gawd, it feels so good, too. ?You like?? she asks, whispering into my ear. ?Oh yeah, I like all right.? I answer. ?Want me to stop?? she teases. ?You know I don?t, damnit.? ?So you want me to keep playing with your hot little pussy?" she teases me some more. ?Oh yeah, Jenny, keep playing with it. You know how good it feels.? I tell her. I feel everything she does to me there, including when she sticks a finger deep inside of me. I damn near jump up and out of the tub when she does it, too, the sensation is just so fucking intense. By the time the water?s cooled so much we agree to get out of the tub, I?m so high with the intense sexual sensations she?s been giving me that I?m going crazy. No, she?s not let me get off yet, damn her hot ass anyway, but she?s promised me she?ll take me the rest of the way as soon as we?re in bed together. Just exactly how is the question on the top of my mind right now. That afternoon is when we discovered I?m fully capable of having multiple female orgasms, which I?d not even considered until then. The first one she gave me orally, eating my pussy until I came the first time. Then she finger fucked to the second climax. But the best one of all was when she surprised the hell out of me by getting out of bed and getting something from one of her suitcases, a strap-on dildo she?d told me some time ago she couldn?t wait to use one me. I helped her put it on and get the straps adjusted, then I lay back and let her take the lead. When the time came and I was fully ready again, she parted my legs and knelt between them, telling me to put it in by my own hand. Well, by this time, I was so damned hot I was ready for anything, so I reached down and guided that 6? monster between my swollen pussy lips and just inside of me. Slowly then, Jen pressed into me, slowly filling me with that thing until I couldn?t take any more and her pubes were grinding against mine. Then she withdrew it and began the age-old dance and she drove it home and buried it deep inside me again, over an over again, until I thought the world was coming to an end. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, its heat intensifying until it could no longer be contained, and it burst forth, exploding from somewhere deep inside of me and out through my crotch. I couldn?t help but to cry out loudly, the intensity of the experience too much for me to contain. I held Jenny to me, my legs around hers and my arms around her torso as I slowly came down from the sexual high, that thing still inside of me. So that?s what it?s like for a girl to get fucked, huh? Damn, what a blast! Wandering around outside the Lodge after a really good dinner, Jenny asks me if I have any regrets now about having been in that accident. ?Regrets? Not sure I know what you?re asking?? I say. ?You know, losing your testicles and then ending up the way you are now?? she explains. ?You mean being the only guy on Earth who has a period every month?? I ask, grinning at her. ?Well, yeah. And the only guy on Earth who let?s his girlfriend fuck his pussy.? She adds, laughing. ?But seriously, Bill, any regrets?? ?Well, no, not with your help and support. I don?t know what I?d have done without you around.? I admit. ?Having you with me, supporting me through this nightmare, and then leading me to the point where I can not just see daylight again but to make it so I can see and understand all the benefits of what?s happened? well, Jen, that?s priceless, hon.? ?Like how it?s made you all that much better a lover?? she teases? ?It has?? I ask. ?Oh yeah. Now that you?ve joined the gash club, you?re all that much better at oral sex. I guess having a pussy of your own let?s you know all the more how to please another slit owner, eh?? Back in our rooms a little bit later, as we undress and change into more casual attire, Jenny asks if I see any downsides to what I?ve gone through so far. ?Mmm, not really, nothing I?d consider a bad tradeoff. I?m not quite as strong as I was and I think that?s partially a result of spending so much time in the hospital.? ?Could be,? Jen says, thinking, ?But you do seem to have lost some muscle mass, too.? ?Yeah, I know. But I guess that?s to be expected, too, babe. I mean after all, I don?t make testosterone anymore, and instead, my internal female organs are flooding me with estrogen and progesterone instead. That?s bound to have an affect.? ?I?m sure. Have you given any thought to what the long term effects could be?? she asks me. ?Long term effects? Such as?? I respond. ?Well, the doctors did say you would eventually undergo a redistribution of body fat for one thing? you know, wider hips and a bigger ass?? ?Yeah, that they did. But I know a lot of guys with big asses.? I muse. ?Seriously, sweety, what if you begin to develop breasts, then what?? ?Oh shit, I forgot about that possibility. Gee, Jen, I don?t know. What do you think?? ?I think you?d be cute with tits.? She says, teasing me again. ?Honestly though, Bill, I really do think we should consider it a genuine possibility, we need a plan. We really should talk about it now so we?ll know what to do when and if that time comes, agreed?? she asks me. Eventually, and after a long and involved discussion of innumerable possibilities, we agreed the best and easiest thing I could do would be to accept the hand being dealt to me and to start my life over, this time as a woman. I mean, if I do get wider hips and a bigger butt and if I do develop breasts, what other choices are left open for me that would be truly viable options? I mean, how hard can it be to be a girl? half the world?s population is female. The rest of Friday after noon and evening, other than the hour or so when we had to leave the room to get dinner, Jenny and I discussed this particular option and what it would entail. It?s more than just the clothes, of course, although they would be a major part of what I would have to do and get used to. There are the matters of learning to apply and wear makeup, having my hair done after I let it grow, taking care of my nails among other aspects. Then there are the male mannerisms I?ll have to unlearn and replace with female ones. This might all end up being for naught, but in my view at the time, well worth discussing. Most of the evening, after we?d returned from having dinner, we talked about women?s clothes and fashions. One thing we did agree on right away was we decided to get married as soon as possible, before any of these potential changes made themselves so obviously manifest that the point the law wouldn?t allow us to marry. When we finally went to bed, Jenny admitted to me something I had suspected, that she?d long harbored bi-sexual thoughts, and that my ?situation? was absolutely perfect for her. No wonder she can?t keep her hands from between my legs! Not that I mind, I love it when she plays with my pussy, and her skills have really helped me accept that I have one now. I?m still having a bit of trouble getting adjusted to my monthly periods though, but then what guy wouldn?t? The following morning, after the Saturday Brunch, Jenny and I decide to check out the pool and go swimming, which we did after going back to our room and changing into our swim suits. It?s funny in a way, but with the conversation last night, this could very well be one of the last times I?ll ever wear a guys swim suit or go topless in public, assuming I do develop boobs. Later, after we?ve had lunch, she stops in the little gift shop to pick up something she says she wants. Back in our room, we change out of our clothes again and Jenny says, ?Before you get dressed, I want to try something, go lay down across the bed?? Bringing my electric razor in from the bathroom, she uses it to shave the area aright around my dick. ?Now let?s see if this?ll work?? she says. What?s she got on her twisted little mind now, I wonder. ?I want you to see if you can push your dick back inside yourself and then if this Band-Aid will keep It there.? Ahh okay, now I know what she?s thinking of? seeing if this will work to ?hide? my dick. Once she?s applied the Band-Aid and moved her hands away, we wait to see if it?ll hold, and it does. ?Good idea, Jen. That sure seems to work okay.? ?Yes, it sure does. You see, my thought was simple, this might be the best way to hide it so if you do have to start wearing other clothes, it?s outline won?t show.? ?Yeah, ?if? being the operative word there, too.? ?Well, of course, but hon, I have a sneaking feeling it might well happen.? ?Why?s that?? ?Well, as you said yesterday, hormones. You?re no longer making the male ones and are instead, producing female ones. Those are the ones that give us girl?s our boobs, you know.? ?True, and if nothing else, since I don?t need it to pee any longer, why not hide it anyway, right?? ?Uh-huh, at least until I want it.? She says, giggling. And want it she did, too, thus the quick removal of the Band-Aid and the next two hours of bedtime frolic. By the time a couple more months had passed, the wisdom of our discussions that weekend had already proven fruitful. Two more periods, which I was slowly getting used to having, had also brought about significant changes to my chest. No really significant size yet, but obvious early breast development. Wider areola by at least an inch or so, thicker nipples and protrusions that were maybe an inch or inch and a half outward from the wall of my chest. I had reached the point in their development where even I can see quite clearly where I?m headed? into skirts and dresses, and fairly soon, too. Jenny has already bought me a pair of low-heeled shoes to wear around the apartment for practice purposes ,and this Friday night, I?m going to shave my legs and under my arms and she?s going to help me get dressed as a girl for the first time. At least my facial beard?s almost non-existent these days, I haven?t had to shave more than once every other week or so lately. I?ve seen the doctor?s who?ve been treating me, and they confirmed it, my hormone levels are now purely female and yes, I am developing breasts. They?ve agreed to help me get all my ID?s changed when the times comes that I decide to make the transition to female a full-time thing. In the meantime, they?ve provided me with a letter I can carry, just in case, which explains my condition. In the meantime, Jenny is acting like a little kid let loose in a candy store, my transition being all she talks about. How she can?t wait to help me, to go shopping for clothes with me, and so on. Oh, did I mention we did get married? Yeah, we took off one weekend and flew to Vegas where we tied the knot. Time does appear to be running out for me to be able to continue passing as a guy so what the heck, we just did it. After I go full-time as a girl, we?ll just live as two roommates. In my mind at least, I?ve decided to move to living full time after I achieve a solid A cup, after that, it?ll be too hard to hide them under loose sweaters and such. Until that point, though, I do plan to spend as much time as I can, after Friday night, as a girl. I?ll sure need the practice time, if you know what I mean. Okay, it?s Friday, and the beginning of the weekend, maybe one of the most momentous weekends of my life so far, and that does cover a lot of territory. I beat Jen home so I?m already about to get into the tub when she walks through the door. She comes right into the bathroom and puts a couple of large bottles down beside the sink, saying, ?Hi Hon, I stopped to get this for you on my way home. When you?re done in the tub, be sure to rub this stuff in all over you body, okay?? ?Okay, but what is it?? I ask her. Picking one bottle up, she says, ?This one?s skin lotion to help soften your skin, and the other?s an after bath splash I think you?ll like.? Stepping into the tub after it?s filled, I sit down carefully and slide beneath the bubbles I?ve become so used to using. Mmm, this feels so good. I wait for Jen to leave the bathroom before playing with my new little nipples for a minute, it feels so good when I tease them. Okay, that?s enough for now, let?s get cleaned up and shaved so we can get on with the night?s plans. I have to say this feels strange, having my legs shaved like this, strange, but also rather nice in a way. After I?ve rubbed the lotion into my legs and the rest of me, I open the other bottle Jen bought for me and take a quick sniff before I put it on. Mmm, definitely a feminine fragrance, I might get to like this after all. Using another Band-Aid, I hide my dick again before leaving the bathroom to rejoin Jenny. I?ve been letting my hair grow for several months now and although it?s still too short for even a small pony-tail, it is long enough that she thinks she?ll be able to style it somewhat, too. The first item she tells me to put on is a garter belt, and once it?s hooked and turned around, she hands me a pair of stockings and explains how to put them on so I don?t poke a hole through them. After something of a struggle in that this is the first time I?ve tried to wear hose of any kind, I have them on and attached to the garters that Jenny then helps me adjust. Next comes a slightly padded bra, sufficient to give me a little bit of a shape. This, too, is a struggle for the same reason lack of familiarity but once I have it hooked and the straps over my shoulders, Jenny again helps me get it properly adjusted. Now a pair of panties that match the bra and garter belt, then she says it?s time to do my hair and face. I watch intently while she dampens my hair with a spray bottle in sections, quickly rolling the dampened hair onto a roller, and pinning it to hold it in place. When all my hair is on these rollers, Jen has me turn away from the mirror and starts putting makeup on. Each concoction she uses, she explains? what it is, why she?s using it, and what the intended effect is. Foundation, eye color, eyeliner, mascara, eyebrow pencil, powder, blush, lip liner and lipstick? each fully explained as she applies them. But I can?t see the result yet, Jenny says she?s going to finish my hair first. Spraying it with a mousse, she next uses her hairdryer to ?set? the curls before she takes the rollers out. Just running her fingers through it, she pronounces my hair is fixed and that all I need now is some jewelry, so she gets into her jewelry box and finds a pair of old clip-on earrings and a small necklace she helps me put on. ?Now you can turn around, hon,? she says. Expecting to see, in my reflection, a made-up version of the old me, I?m instead greeted with the vision of a very pretty, young woman who would easily turn men?s heads wherever she was seen. I?m stunned, that can?t be me. My hair is no longer as it has always been, and is, instead, a mass of soft curls that surround my face in what appears to be an easy hairstyle to maintain. I lightly lick my lips and am pleased at the taste of lipstick and the softness of my lips it seems to have given them. ?What do you think, Billie?? Jenny asks. ?This is amazing, Jenny, absolutely amazing. I can?t believe the difference you?ve made.? ?Well let?s get you dressed now, then we?ll talk some more.? ?Okay.? I agree. The first article she hands me is a short, full-length slip, telling me to drop it down over my head to put it on. Then a soft, satiny, white blouse is next, and finally, what she calls an A-Line skirt that?s black. I have just a little bit of fussing with the buttons of the blouse since, for me, they?re on the wrong sides and the skirt zips up in back which is also different from what I?ve used to. Lastly, she opens a shoe box and hands me a pair of black, patent leather, two-inch heels to wear. When I?m fully dressed I walk over to the full-length mirror to see the overall affect? oh my gawd, I?m gorgeous! Hobbling out of the bedroom to the front room in these heels I?m not yet at all used to wearing, Sitting down on the couch after smoothing the backside of my skirt as Jenny reminds me to do, she begins my lessons in feminine mannerisms, correcting almost every move I make at first. How I?m sitting, how I?ve crossed my legs, what I do with my hands, the gestures I make with them, everything seems to be wrong. Slowly, though, I begin to catch on, and realize some of the aspects being a girl entails, when it comes to the grace with which they carry themselves. This lasts all evening long, with Jenny making sure I eliminate every masculine gesture and mannerism and replace them with the feminine version thereof. And when it?s time for bed, I first have to remove all my makeup and wash my face with a special cream, after I?ve used soap and water on it. Then, instead of sleeping nude, as I?ve normally done, Jenny hands me a long nightgown to put on and sleep in. Saturday all day is more of the same, the only difference is I had to put my own makeup on, with her standing over my shoulder telling me how and what to do. Saturday?s also spent in a dress instead of the skirt and blouse I wore last night and three inch heels. And the same on Sunday, as I?d expected, while my ?re-training? as Jenny kiddingly but quite aptly, calls it. Sunday, though, is spent in a short skirt and a low cut blouse so she can emphasize to me the importance of keeping my legs and knees together, something I?m having trouble remembering. Back to classes on Monday with me wearing lingerie of one sort or another all the time now beneath even my male clothing. Pantyhose, usually, since the garter?s would be visible through my slacks. By the time a month has passed, my hesitation?s been replaced with increasing enthusiasm for what lies ahead, and I?m getting more and more anxious for my self-imposed requirement to be met, so I can make the transition to being a girl full time. The doctors over at the hospital are pleased with my efforts thus far and they?ve seen me ?en femme? when Jenny and I dropped by to keep an appointment I had with one of them for one of my GYN checkups. They tell us everything?s in place for me ID and records wise here at the University, so the timing remains in my hands to execute. I did find one thing out, this visit, that?s quite interesting? I had asked one doctor what breast size I might ultimately expect to achieve, and she asked me what size my mother and sisters were. I told her I had no sisters and that my mother had passed away before I knew her, but that my aunts and female cousins were all fairly well-endowed. ?Then I would expect you will also be thus endowed. Breast size is usually genetic and indicated by other female members of one?s family. Normally, in an SRS patient who is on hormone therapy, they can expect to achieve one or two cup sizes less than that of the women in their family. In your case, however, I would hazard to guess such a limitation won?t be applicable; these are your own hormones being produced, and without the interference of natural testosterone to limit their affect. I would thus say? maybe a C cup at least, possibly larger?? Oh my gawd, I think to myself, I could end up with boobs bigger than Jenny?s C?s! In addition to the other more esoteric but necessary preparations I?m making in getting ready to go full- time, I?m of course letting my hair grow and also my fingernails, although they?re still shaped like a guy?s. The weekend long training sessions Jenny?s been giving me have almost made me, at least in my view, ready to make the switch. We?ve gone out in public many times over during these periods and no one?s ?read? me as anything but a pretty young woman. Jenny?s said my gestures and mannerisms are, although still a bit on the rough side, more than adequate, and she?s very pleased with my adaptive abilities. Sitting at home one Friday evening, with me wearing shorts and a tube top, although I?m fully made up, I reach the decision that next weekend will be it, the weekend to go full time. We?ve already talked about getting my hair and nails done professionally since it?s long enough now, and of course, I?ll get my ears pierced, too. The basic plan for next Saturday, then, is to have my hair done first, then my ears, and we?ll celebrate with a shopping trip so I can fill out my somewhat limited wardrobe. Oh, one thing I?ve failed to mention is something that occurred when I last saw my doctor. She?d spotted the Ban-Aid I was wearing to help contain and hide my dick and asked what it was. I?d explained, and showed her the reason, and she said she had a much better way. I ended up with two tubes of special, water-proof adhesive, and two of the solvent for it. The glue, I use now to hold the skin together after I hide my dick, and it does such a terrific job disguising the ?seam,? it?s nearly impossible to tell, absent close examination, there?s anything out of the ordinary in that part of my anatomy. A quick application of the solvent easily frees it so I can either bathe or have fun with Jenny, which we continue to do with constant frequency and yes, abandon. Saturday morning finally arrived and finds both Jenny and me rushing to get ready since we overslept by about a half-hour. Today?s such an important day in my life, a milestone, if you will, that last night I laid out the clothes I wanted to wear today, including the lingerie. Since the plan includes my filling out my wardrobe which will require me to try on a lot of different outfits, I?ve opted to wear a lined skirt and simple white blouse, with no slip underneath, a matching bra and panty set, and thigh-high hose, along with a pair of simple blue pumps. Easy to put on and take off so it?ll be as easy as possible when I try stuff on. My hair?s almost shoulder-length by this time and although I want a very feminine cut and perm, I also want it to remain easy to care for since time is so short with me still in school. I also want some blondish highlights added since I?ve always thought girls with hair like that to be so attractive. I do know, too, that this isn?t going to be anything like a quick trip to a barbershop, Jenny?s told me I should just relax and enjoy being pampered, so that?s exactly what I intend to do. And a pampering is exactly what it turns out to be, too. Although the time it took to fix my hair as I?d requested it be done is lengthy, it?s made easier with the pampering my hands and nails received when I got the full treatment done to them, manicured, shaped and polished. When, an hour and a half later, I?m done and can look at my reflection in the mirror, I?m more than pleased with the result, I?m no longer just pretty, I?m gorgeous! After I?ve paid at the register, Jen and I head for a small store to get my ears pierced before we start doing some serious shopping and here again, Jenny surprises me with a pair of diamond stub earrings to wear instead of the little gold balls I?d expected to wear.