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Suited for femininity
By Jennifer White
My girlfriend Sarah is a tech at a doctor's office.
Actually, she's a plastic surgeon. And her specialty makes
my skin crawl. She performs sex change operations.
When I first started dating Sarah, she of course didn't
tell me all of this. She waited until I was hooked, and
only then let on to the truth. It just creeps me out. I
mean, the idea of having some doctor strap you to a table,
and start cutting between your legs? Ouch! Not me!
I considered leaving her once I found out. I mean, what if
we had a big fight, and she somehow drugged me, and put me
on the table? But no, I reasoned that the doctor doesn't
just operate on anyone. In fact, Sarah told me that before
they do an operation, they have to make sure that the man
would be happier living as a woman. There is a strict
protocol they follow, and if the man is not willing to go
through all the tests, he is not allowed to have the
operation. So I was safe.
***
We were together about 9 months before we started to have
sex regularly. Everything was going great for us! But one
day, we had a huge fight. She stormed out of the room,
crying, telling me that it was over and she never wanted to
see me again.
By now, I was madly in love with her. In fact, I was saving
up to buy a diamond ring, so I could ask her to marry me.
How could she just leave me now? I wasn't going to let that
happen. She was the girl of my dreams, and I wasn't about
to let her go.
For the next three days, she wouldn't even speak to me on
the phone. I tried talking to her friend Val, and trying to
get Val to talk to her. But no dice. Sarah told Val to tell
me not to talk to her again.
Finally, about a week later, Sarah relented, and said I
could come over and talk to her. But she wasn't making any
promises about our future.
"Look Ed," she said, "I don't see where we have common
ground to go on with our relationship."
"What do you mean?" I replied, "Look at the past nine
months!"
"Yes, we have fun in bed, but you don't know how to behave.
You don't listen to me. You don't empathize with me. You
don't understand my feelings. You just don't get it."
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"And that's the problem. If you were a woman you'd
understand."
"Like Val?"
"Yes. I can talk to her, and she *listens*. She empathizes.
She understands my feelings. I need to be able to talk to
*you* that way, if we're going to ever be together again. I
can't go on as things are."
"But I love you!" I said.
"I love you too, but that's not enough!" she said, almost
in tears. "I've had love before, but if we don't have
communication, then it will end up a mess. I'm not going to
invest years with a man who isn't willing to change, and
isn't willing to *learn*."
"Please Sarah. I love you. I'll do anything for you. Please
tell me what I can do!" I said, and I really did mean in.
She sat in silence for a while, then she looked up at me.
Her eyes were cold, a look I had never seen in them before.
They glared at me with malice. Something from her looks
shook me to the core.
"Come back here tomorrow at 7:30pm. I will make an offer to
you. You can accept it, and I will give our relationship
another chance. Or you can walk away, and never see me
again." she said.
***
The next day was Friday. I showed up at 7:28 (and 38
seconds, according to my watch). She was waiting for me at
the door. She was dressed in one of her short black skirts,
with a top that showed off her cleavage. I was very turned
on, as always when she dressed up. Her long black hair fell
onto her shoulders, and moved in waves as she turned her
head. I followed her into the house, and to the back
bedroom.
On the bed was a cardboard box. She pointed to it, then
started talking to me.
"I think that the only way that we can have a relationship,
is if you truly learn to empathize with me. And there is
only one way to do that. You're going to have to become a
woman for a while. I have here the prosthetic we use at the
office to test men, and find out if they are cut out to be
women. My offer to you is: let me put this on you, and have
you spend a week as a girl. You will learn a lot about
women once you are one too. If you're willing to do this,
we might have a future together. If you want to walk out
the door now, do it, but don't ever try to contact me
again."
"You mean you're going to dress me up as a girl?" I asked.
"Yes. And I'm going to make you wear something we use with
the patients to alter their appearance, when we're trying
to assess them."
"I don't know..." I said. That sounded way too weird.
"Well, if you're not man enough to wear a dress, I
understand. You can leave now..."
"No!" I said, cutting her off. I couldn't lose her!
"So you agree? You'll let me fix you up, and for the next
week you'll be a girl?"
"I'll do it. I'll be a girl for you Sarah. I love you, and
I don't want to lose you."
"Excellent. Let's begin."
She opened the box, and pulled out a large skin colored
blob, which was wrapped in clear plastic. She cut the
plastic with a scissors, and removed the blob, laying it
out on the bed. It looked like the groin area of a woman.
"We make the prospective patients wear this." she said.
"Once properly fitted, you will look like a woman from
anyone observing you, even naked. You can only really tell
if you examine it closely. Here, feel it."
I ran my hands along the part, which was the hip. It felt
cool to the touch, but was covered with small bumps, rather
like human skin. It wasn't rubbery or anything like that.
"This uses a microfiber, which feels remarkably like human
skin. There are silicon gel pacs in the hips and the butt,
to give you the look of curves. They even jiggle when you
walk. Cool, huh?"
"Yeah." I said, but not enthusiastically.
She turned it inside out, showing me that it was rather
complex inside.
"This tube attaches to the end of your penis. Now, we can
pump out any fluids, so you don't have to take this off all
week. Your penis goes into this tube, which is vacuum
sealed, tight around you. There is an electrode which runs
from the 'clit' on the outside, to your penis, so that any
stimulation there will be transmitted inward."
I didn't like the sound of that.
"These pouches hold a fluid, which will be released if you
get sexually aroused. The pressure from your attempted
erection will allow a small drip into your vaginal area. In
other words, when you get turned on, you'll get wet! Just
like a real girl."
"I see," I said. This was getting worse and worse sounding.
"Once you wear it, it warms to body temperature, so it
feels like part of you. Your slit here in the front leads
to your vaginal tube. Your urine comes out here, so you'll
need to sit down to pee. And don't forget to wipe it out,
just like a girl does when she goes. You can see that the
back attaches to your butt here, so it doesn't get in the
way when you go potty."
"Thanks, that's a pretty thought." I said.
"Okay, now lets get you fitted. Take all your clothes off,
and take a shower. Don't forget to shave your chest,
underarms, and legs."
"Why?" I said.
"Because you're a girl now, remember?"
I went to the shower, muttering. I did as she asked, and
returned with my body devoid of hair. It felt weird to be
smooth and clean-shaven. Sarah applied some body oils to
me, which had a light floral feminine scent.
"Here we go. Sit down here, and I'll attach the first
tube."
She attached a tube to the end of my penis, first applying
something, which looked like K-Y jelly.
"It is an antibacterial, to help prevent infection." she
said.
Once firmly in place, she pulled out a larger tube which
was overlapping the first one. It had a cavity, the shape
of a penis, so it slipped easily over mine. She attached an
air pump to another tube, and turned it on. I could feel
the cavity shrinking, getting smaller until it fit exactly
over my penis. I was now totally encased inside the tube.
"Now I'm switching on the electrode. Tell me if you feel
this."
She rubbed the clit gently with her finger. I couldn't
believe it! I felt a sensation, like I was having my penis
rubbed. Wow!
"Good. Now put your legs through the holes, like you're
putting on a pair of pants."
I stepped into the leg holes, and she helped pull up the
contraption. It went up higher than I thought it would go,
but I guess it was the right height for where a woman's
curves are. She was doing something in the back, fiddling
with it. She had been feeding the tubes into it, expertly
tucking them into the padded areas. She had obviously done
this many times before. I didn't know if I liked that.
"Now lay on your stomach, on the bed." she said.
I did so, and winced as she pulled the flaps in back over
by butt. She used the gel stuff again, and sealed it tight.
"It will only take a few moments to dry. In the mean time,
I'll start to apply this..." she said, showing me a bottle
of 'second skin'. It was the stuff they use when you have a
cut, and don't want to wear a Band-Aid. It covers the
wound, looking like skin. She was using it to blend the
transition from my own skin to the fake.
"Now roll onto your back." she said.
She did the same to the front of me.
"The chroma-sensors in the suit will adapt to your natural
body color, but it takes 6-8 hours for the full effect. We
use the second skin to help hide the transition. How do you
feel?"
"It's a little cold. It feels weird." I said.
"It is going to take 15-20 minutes to come up to your body
temperature. And as you move, it will fit better. The
energy from you moving will drive the pumps, which hold it
close to your body. You'll get used to it in no time."
I didn't know if I'd ever get used to it, because once she
had me sit up, and I looked down to my lap, I almost
screamed. Looking down, I was a woman! I had a pussy! Me!
And I had hips. I stood up, and saw my hips and butt jiggle
as I moved. I ran my hand down over my labia, and I could
feel a sensation! I put my finger into the start of my
slit, and found my clit. I could feel that too! Moving
down, I found the vaginal opening. My finger went fully
inside. It felt warm, and suddenly, there was a surge of
warm fluid too. I was getting wet!
"My God!" I said.
Sarah smiled. "Only a real close look would tell someone
you're not a real girl. And they'd have to know what to
look for. You could even fool a doctor."
It was true. My small area of pubic hair was shaved into a
small rectangle. And below it, was what looked for all the
world like a pussy. On me! I felt dizzy, and had to sit
down.
"Here, put some panties on first." she said, holding out a
pair of her black lacy ones.
I put them on, and was amazed that they laid flat against
my front. No bulge! I was flat in front!
"And now, the pantyhose." she said, giving me a pair of
beige control tops.
I put them on, and was amazed at the look of my legs, with
the curves I now had. No way!
"Good." she said. "Now for your boobs."
"Boobs?" I asked, as she pulled out two breast forms from
the box. She opened the plastic bags they were in, and laid
them out on the bed.
"Lay back. These are self-adhesive. They just need to come
up to body heat in order to make a good bond."
I lay back, and she positioned them just right. I sat
there, holding them in place for ten minutes, as she moved
some things around, which I couldn't quite see. At last,
she said I could sit up, but to keep holding them in place.
As soon as I sat up, she pulled a bra around me, and
connected the clasps in back. She held my breasts as I put
my arms through the straps. She helped adjust them, until
they were just right for my shoulders. She let them go with
a snap, and told me to let go.
I looked in the mirror, and I now had tits.
If I had looked like a chick before, now I was even more
so. I had big tits, lying in a bra, with cleavage and
everything! I could feel the weight of them pulling on my
bra straps. And I had on pantyhose, going over my curves,
and showing off my legs. Other than my face, I looked
completely female.
She got out a short black skirt for me next. It barely
covered me up! How could women go out like that? I put it
on, while she got out a top for me. It was tiny, with a low
neckline in the front, so my boobs were really sticking
out. I felt so vulnerable!
"Flaunt them if you've got them." she said, with a laugh.
"Sarah, I look like a girl!" I said.
"That's the whole point, isn't it? Come on Missy, let's do
your nails."
"What? Who?"
"You! You're Missy now. You're a girl, so you need a girl's
name, don't you?"
"I guess..." I said.
"Okay then Missy, come on."
I followed her to the bathroom. I was Missy now.
***
Sarah applied makeup to my face, experimenting with many
different color combinations until we found just the right
one for my complexion. She taught me how to mix the colors,
and how to apply them. I knew it would take many attempts
before I was adept as her at it.
Next, she pulled out a wig. It was red hair, down below my
shoulders. She showed me how to put it on, and keep it in
place. I could only stare at myself in the mirror, seeing
my doe eyes (thanks to the makeup), my "f*&$ me" hairdo, my
full lips...I was a hot chick. I was so turned on, that I
felt a surge of warmth between my legs. I was getting wet!
Because I was so turned on by the girl in the mirror. And
she was me! I could still only stare at myself, as she
applied nail polish to my hands, put on jewelry, including
clip-on ear rings and a necklace, and sprayed me with more
perfume.
"You're a girl Missy." she said.
"I'm a girl." I repeated.
I really felt like I was! I could not feel my manhood
inside. The tight seal around it was transmitting
sensations from my new pussy, and I couldn't really tell
that it wasn't me all along. How was this possible? It was
so real! I felt feminine! I felt like a girl! I was in
shock I think. Sarah almost had to slap me to get me out of
it.
"Missy, what's up with you? Where's your mind at?"
"I... I have feminine thoughts." I said.
I did! I was thinking like a girl, and it shocked me. I
felt like this is how I was *meant* to be, from my date of
birth. Why did I have to waste so much of my life going
around as a man? I should have been a girl when I was born.
This was the true me.
"Sarah, what's happening to me? I feel like this is so
natural. I feel like I am supposed to be this way. Why am I
getting this surge of emotions?"
"Well Missy, there is one thing I didn't tell you yet. You
see, when you put on these devices, they begin to
administer female hormones into your system. Right now,
your brain must be swimming in them! The feminine channels
inside your brain are suddenly free from the bonds of
masculinity! Your inner male is being shut down, and your
masculine traits obliterated."
"And I don't want it to stop! I like this for some reason!"
I said.
"Yes. That is a common thing Missy. Your feminine side is
free to rule you now, and the pleasure that you derive from
being a liberated female is very strong. Overpowering in
fact. Inside, your brain is starting to build a new body
image, to match what you see in the mirror. This is *you*."
"Of course it's me silly!"
"You go girl!" she said, and we laughed.
***
Over the next few days, I was Sarah's best friend. A
girlfriend. We did everything together. We went to the
movies, we talked all night, we went shopping (and I got
this one really cute outfit, and it was on sale!). We just
hung out and bonded. She was like a sister to me. I was
absorbing so much from her! I was learning all of her
feminine ways. And it all soaked in so fast, just like the
hormones, which were now flowing freely through my
bloodstream.
I never had this kind of relationship with anyone in my
life. I never realized what a close female friendship was
all about. I had different feelings for her now; I no
longer desired her sexually, but I wanted to be closer to
her (if that makes any sense). I mean, I am a woman, but
I'm not lesbian, so how could I have a sexual relationship
with her? But it was the closeness, and the true
friendship, which most impressed me. I don't know how to
describe it in better terms. Its something you can only
really understand if you're a girl too.
***
The following week was really the best week of my life. We
did so much together, and I was really enjoying myself. I
didn't think that things could get any better. But one day
there was a problem. It was Saturday, and while Sarah was
flipping through the channels on the TV to try and find the
movie on HBO, which we wanted to watch, she came across
ESPN, which was showing the wrap-up of the college football
games for the day. As I saw it on the TV, it triggered
something inside me. It woke up something.
"What... why am I wearing a dress?" I said.
"Huh, what do you mean?" asked Sarah.
"Why am I dressed like this? What's going on?"
"What's the matter with you Missy?" asked Sarah, with a
concerned tone of voice.
"Missy? Who's that? I'm Ed!" I said angrily. Why was she
calling me that?
"No, you're Missy now, remember?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Yes, remember, you've been a girl for almost two weeks
now." she said calmly.
I was raging with anger inside. She was trying to turn me
into a girl? She couldn't do that to me!
"Get me out of these clothes!" I said, and stormed into the
bedroom.
I started to strip down, but I was aghast when I took off
the bra (with some difficulty), and found that the breasts,
which had been filling the cups, did not come off. They
were stuck on my body! I had tits! Help!
I glared at her, as I took off the skirt and the panties. I
almost ripped them, as I felt in a panic to get them off.
Once I did, I almost screamed. My penis was gone! I had a
pussy between my legs. This couldn't be true. I must be in
a dream. No!
"What..." I started to say, but trailed off.
"Oh silly, don't you remember putting on the prosthesis?"
Now it started to come back to me. I was wearing some sort
of silicon suit over my groin, which only made it *look*
like I was a girl. I felt relieved. I started to pull to
take it off, but it wouldn't budge.
"You're not going to get it off now..." she started, but I
cut her off.
"Shut up, and get me the hell out of this!" I yelled.
I was really upset, in a blind rage. I never felt so out of
control of my emotions before. I just knew that I had to
get out of this thing! I ran to the kitchen, and grabbed a
knife. I'd cut this thing off me if I had to.
I tried to figure out where it left off, and where my body
started. I guessed somewhere above my round, feminine hips.
I poked it, but it stung, and a droplet of blood tricked
out. Ow! I tried a bit lower, but the same result. Okay,
I'd start at the bottom. But try as I might, I couldn't
find where the damn thing ended! I was really upset and
confused now.
"Okay, what is going on!" I demanded.
"I've been trying to tell you. You can't just take it off
now."
"What do you mean?"
"You're going to have to listen to me. You promise not to
interrupt?" she said.
"Yeah, whatever."
I was feeling a little chilly from being naked, and Sarah
thoughtfully handed me a robe to wrap around myself. She
must really care about me.
"Okay. This is a little complicated, but here goes. You
see, when you first put the device on, your skin bonded to
it at the edge. Over time, the bond became stronger, until
the point where you are now, where it is one. The material
the outside is made up of fools your skin, which joins with
it, and grows together. So you can't take it off unless you
cut your skin. Only a fully skilled surgeon could get you
out of it without causing major scarring."
"But I bled when I poked it!" I said.
"Yes. As your skin starts to cover it, the blood vessels
below the skin also start to form, and your nerves
naturally grow in too, so you feel the new skin, just like
you would your own. Soon, it will be entirely underneath
your skin, and be a permanent part of you."
I was shocked. Permanent? I'd always be a girl?
"Now look at your breasts." she said. I opened up my robe,
and looked down. I did have a pretty chest. I loved the
shape of my breasts, and the way the nipples got hard when
I became excited. I started to get wet again. I was really
aroused.
"You really should wear your bra, so they don't sag when
you get older." said Sarah. "With such a big chest, you
need to be careful."
She was right, so I took off the robe, as she helped me
back into my bra. It felt much better. I don't know what I
was thinking. I loved my breasts, and I really needed to
take care of them.
She offered me the panties, which I gladly put back on. I
was chilly, and the feel of the cool air against my labia
made me shiver. There, I felt much better with the panties
on. What was I thinking of going around naked like that?
"Why did I undress like that?" I said out loud for some
reason.
"Missy?" asked Sarah.
"Yes..." I said. Duh. Who else would I be?
"You had an episode" she replied.
"A what?"
"A relapse. The little bit of maleness within you was
trying to exert itself, and take over control."
"Yuck! That's awful!"
"Yes, and you acted awfully, just like a man."
"I am so sorry!" I said. "Please help me. What can I do to
make it up to you? And what can I do to make sure that I
don't have another episode like that?"
"First off all, you don't need to apologize to me." said
Sarah lovingly. "You had no control over it, and it's not
your fault."
She was such a friend. I had just put her through grief,
and here she was, saying that it wasn't my fault, and
trying to make me feel good about it. I smiled.
"You're so pretty when you smile." she said.
"Thank you so much" I replied.
"And secondly, you don't have to worry. It's common for the
male inside you to struggle to get out. But as time goes
by, he is totally crushed, and eventually becomes extinct.
In another week or two, all traces of him will be gone. All
of your masculine traits will be completely exterminated."
"Thank you!" I said. I was very relieved.
"There is one thing you can do if you want to try to
accelerate the process." she said.
"What's that? I'd do anything?"
"Make love with a man."
I think she was trying to shock me or something, to see if
I would have a male or female reaction to the question.
"Make love to a man?" I said.
"Yes. Have him inside you, have him come in your vagina."
"No!" I replied.
"Is this Ed I'm talking to?"
"Of course not. I'm Missy. But I'm not just going to go out
and pick up some guy, then let him f*#k me. I'm not an easy
girl. I'm not making love until I know he's the right man,
and that we're going to have a long term relationship."
"I'm sorry, I was just trying to see what you thought.
We're going out dancing tonight with Val, remember? And if
you wanted a guy, I'm sure we could get one to come home
with you."
"Not like that!" I said.
Plus, the kind of guys who would come home after just
dancing with you for an hour, then have sex with
you...those kind of guys were scum. That wasn't what I
wanted. I needed someone with more quality about himself.
Bar guys aren't the type you get married to.
"Hey, enough of the heavy talk. Let's pick out our dresses
for tonight!" she said, and we headed off to her walk-in
closet to pick out something sexy to go dancing in...
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