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Wish List By Enigma I looked at the words as they squirmed on my computer screen. I rubbed my eyes, stifled a yawn, and looked again. They were still dancing. I leaned back in my comfortable chair and stretched. Rubbing my tired eyes again, I reflected on my improbable situation. A year and a half ago, I was an unknown, struggling author. I had written several novels, but had found no success getting published. My wife, Laura, had had to work to keep food on the table, but adamantly supported me in my dream. Finally, with my fourth completed novel, Smith and Nelson in New York liked it and bought it. It took off in sales, and landed near the top of the bestsellers list, staying there for a couple of months. I still get giddy when I see that novel, 'No Longer Alone' by Jeremy Waters. The publisher pestered me for another book, so I submitted my three other finished novels, which they bought, after some revision, and brought out successively over a period of 9 months, releasing a new one as the popularity of the prior one waned. None of them reached number 1, but they all had done reasonably well. Suddenly, I had gone from poverty and obscurity to fame and wealth. Laura didn't have to work any more, and we had over 1.5 million socked away in the bank, with more coming in on a regular basis. I turned my attention back to the screen. The words just would not hold still, so I tried refining the letter in my head. The Letter. It had been giving me fits. I had 5 different drafts in different windows on my screen, and I still didn't feel it was right. In my latest novel, which was maybe ? complete, the main character, Stan, is a closet transsexual, happily married to a wonderful girl whom he loved dearly. But Stan was fighting a losing battle with his feminine side. I had come up with the idea for this novel a few years ago, after watching a friend achieve his dream of transitioning to a woman. I remembered the guilt and humiliation she suffered, the prejudice and hatred she faced. And I remembered the joy she felt when she became the person she knew she was meant to be. I thought maybe my newfound celebrity could make others more aware of the struggles and hardships people like my friend had to endure, and how unjust it was. Besides, I thought I had an excellent plot to back up the social commentary. I let my mind wander, trying to solve the puzzle that was The Letter. I compared the characters in my book to my own situation. Stan and I are both happily married, with beautiful wives. We are similar, physically. That is short for a man, slender, slightly effeminate looking, and massively endowed in the genital department. One significant difference is gender. Stan is tormented by conflict, while I love being a man. While both beautiful, our wives differed considerably. Stan's wife Terri is petite, attractive, 32B-24-31, and quite intelligent. My wife, Laura, is absolutely gorgeous, only slightly shorter than I, 36D-20-34, and is by far not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. Now don't get me wrong, I love Laura dearly, but I still have to say, she is a total airhead. Both wives loved the person they married, not their power or wealth. Stan had neither, though he had a good career that provided amply for them. I now had the money, but Laura married me years before we gained the wealth. I think, in both cases, the love was partially due to the sexual pleasure our generous endowments can generate. OK, The Letter. Stan has reached the point in his life where he feels he can no longer fight his inner self, and does not know how to tell the wonderful woman he married. So, he is trying to compose a letter to her, and get it just exactly right. Unfortunately, I cannot decide what just exactly right is. Hence the five different drafts in the five windows on my computer. The one I am trying to read as it dances about the screen now is the best so far, I think. Another part that I had agonized over was Stan's Wish List. It defines his mental picture of the perfect form for himself, sometimes using his wife as the baseline. I had a draft in yet another window that I thought was ready to insert in the book. And I was still unsure if it really fit the novel, whether I should include it or not. But I had to get The Letter right first. My tired mind wandered again to our change in circumstance. We are here in a leased villa on the gulf coast of Mexico. My fame had brought an unwanted attention to our personal lives that continually disrupted my writing. Laura had visited a clinic down here a last year, when she had become insecure about her looks. She had had several cosmetic procedures, including increasing her very attractive B-cup breasts to their current D size. I had loved them before, and I loved them now. I just loved her. While she had been here at the clinic, she fell in love with the area, so when we needed a retreat, she suggested this locale. And now, in late November, Laura was outside basking in the sun as I tried to complete my next book. I suddenly realized I needed the bathroom badly, so I jumped up, went out of the study, along to our bedroom, and into the master bath. When I came out, I felt much relieved. As I walked by the bed, it seemed to call out to me. It had been over 24 hours since I had slept last. The writing had gone so well that I just couldn't stop. Until I hit this wall. The Letter. I somehow found myself on the bed, and decided a short nap would be OK. I was out like a light. ***** Laura Waters stretched languidly as she rose from her lounge chair by the pool. She glanced around, and then went inside looking for her husband, hoping he would take a break from his writing. She wandered first into the study, thinking he would still be there, but he was gone, with his writing still on the screen. That's strange, she thought, he is always very careful to save the book and close the windows when he is not here. He seemed to be very self-conscious about Laura reading his material before it was ready. With a guilty look around, Laura moved to the computer to take just a little peek at what Jerry was working on. She read the first few words on the screen, and saw it was a letter to her, so she read on. My dearest love, It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter to you. First, I must say that I love you with all my heart, as I have since we first met. I have fought an inner battle for many years, and fear I am at the point of losing. You see, I am a woman born into a man's body. I have struggled against this inner self, but find it is hopeless. I cannot go on as I am. I need to become what I know I truly am, or I shall surely end my life. I must end this torment soon, my love. I am so sorry. When I am gone, my love for you will live on. Be happy, dear heart. Laura was in shock. How could she have lived with Jerry these past 5 years, and had no inkling. She had always thought he loved being a man, and now to find he was thinking of killing himself if he couldn't become a woman! Focusing back on the screen, Laura discovered 4 other drafts along the same lines. Then she found a different window. Her pain grew with each word she read. My Wish List My darling wife is near the ideal of my perfect woman. I wish I could be much as her. I wish for: 1. breasts, as a badge of my womanhood, beautiful like hers, but larger with more sensitive nipples, 2. my own vagina, the central core of a woman, able to take the largest of male organs within, 3. a tiny waist, so tempting to hold, as is hers, yet smaller still, 4. the wide hips that mark a bearer of young, 5. a round, yet not over generous bottom, to be squeezed by a lover, 6. clear, soft, hairless skin over the whole of my body, save the hair on my head, 7. the face of an angel, as beautiful as my lovely wife, 8. a long smooth flawless neck, the rival of hers, 9. the hormones of a teenage girl that will keep me hot for love all the time Laura had to do something. She had to think. For once, she had to overcome her mental shortcomings and figure a way out for them both. She pressed the print button for the first letter, and for the list, and took the copies from the printer. Laura got herself a long stiff drink, and as she belted it back in a few gulps, an idea started to grow. Laura threw a simple dress over her bikini, and slipped into her 3" sandals. Entering the bedroom to find her purse, she saw sweet Jeremy sprawled on the bed. A tear slid down her cheek as taking her purse, she whispered into his ear that she had to do some Christmas shopping. Jerry murmured in his sleep, and then was quiet. She found an album that had several pictures of Jerry, alone and with her, full length, and facial shots, and took it with her. Driving too fast, Laura arrived at the private clinic she had visited not so long before. She rushed inside, and in a panicked voice, told the receptionist that she had to see Dr. Martinez right away. It was a matter of life and death. The receptionist could not calm the almost incoherent girl, and paged the doctor. Dr. Martinez arrived a few minutes later, and recognized the agitated young woman as a prior patient. He had her sent to his office, supplied with a stiff drink, and told to wait. It was almost a half hour before the doctor could free himself to attend Mrs. Waters. Finally, he entered his office. "What can I do for you, my dear?" he asked. "Oh, doctor, it is terrible, I need your help to save my husband's life!" "Calm down now, Mrs. Waters. What is it you think I can do?" "Can you do these procedures on my husband?" she asked, handing him the list and opening the album to pictures of Jeremy. Dr. Martinez scanned the list, scrutinized the pictures, and scratched his chin. "Yes, all of these are within our capability, but there are rules that must be followed, standards of care. It would be possible to do all of this, but it takes more than a year just for preparation, in most cases. The patient must first live for a year as a woman, and then supply a letter from a psychologist stating a confirmed diagnosis of gender dysphoria. This list of procedures would also be extremely expensive." Laura was in tears by the time the doctor ran down. "I don't have that much time. Here, read this," handing him the letter. "I must help my darling Jeremy," she wailed. "Read the whole letter!" When he finished, he responded, "I am so sorry for you, but I cannot help you." Laura remembered something the doctor had said. "How expensive?" Dr. Martinez was caught off guard by the change in topic. Looking at the list again, he mumbled "Um, probably $150,000, maybe $200,000." Laura was pensive a moment, with her face screwed up into a cute little frown. "I will give you a million dollars if you can make my sweet Jeremy go to sleep tonight, and wake up as the beautiful woman he needs to be." The doctor was taken by surprise. One million dollars! It was very tempting. But he said, "All of this cannot happen over night, you know." Laura thought for a moment. "Oh, OK. Can it be done by Christmas? I want to give this to my Jeremy for Christmas!" "Um, no, it would take at least 6 months to complete a transformation such as this, probably more like 8." "Oh, pooh!" Laura's face puckered into an adorable pout. Then she sidled up to the doctor, rubbed her tits against his arm, and whispered in his ear, "But you will do it for me, won't you?" "Mrs. Waters, Laura, that would be highly irregular." Her hand slid down to cup and massage the very apparent bulge that had sprouted in the doctor's pants, and breathed huskily, "I'll make it worth your while!" The doctor groaned, and stood rigid, as Laura continued her manipulation. Finally he gave in, "Yes, Yes!" and began groping her large breasts. She slapped his hand away and said, playfully "Not now, silly. I am true to my Jeremy! I would never cheat on him, I love him too much. But after Jerry's cock is gone for good, I have to get relief somewhere, don't I? And all during the time my wonderful Jerry is sedated and recovering, where better to get it than his handsome doctor?" He looked crestfallen, but agreed. "Aw, that's so cute!" Laura said as she slid back up against him and started her massage again. "Let's see if I can help you out here," she giggled. The doctor's breathing was getting heavier, and ragged. Then he went rigid, and Laura felt his cock pulsing inside his briefs. She smiled sweetly and said, "What time can you pick him up?" "I can send an ambulance over right away to bring him back here." Laura frowned, "No, I just have to have one more night of his fabulous fucking before I kiss his monster cock goodbye. How about 8 am tomorrow?" "Ok, the attendants will pick him up then." He walked to a cabinet, opened a bottle and took out a tablet. "Give him this in a drink before 7:30 tomorrow, and he will go to sleep. Then when he wakes up, he'll be the woman he dreams of." ***** I woke from my nap much refreshed. Laura was not around when I looked for her, and then I remembered her whispering about Christmas shopping. I grabbed a banana from the kitchen and ate it to relieve the twinge of hunger I felt, and then got back to work. The next draft of The Letter was better, more believable, more in line with the story, and I was finally happy with it. I pasted it and the list into the story document, and was able to continue my writing. The words flowed like water, I was supercharged, it seemed that the book almost wrote itself. That continued for a couple hours, until I heard the door closing and the tapping of Laura's heels as she came this way. I felt in need of a break, so I saved and closed my book, rose, and met her in the door of the study. She wrapped herself around me and clung as if we had been apart for months, or were about to be. "Oh, Jeremy, I love you so much. You are the world to me. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you!" "I feel exactly the same about you, Laura. What brought this on?" "I don't know. All I know is I want you to take me to bed and make love to me all night long, like we used to do!" She took my hand and hauled me toward the bedroom, and I followed eagerly. There hadn't been this much anticipation in our lovemaking in quite a while, and I wasn't about to pass it up. The night passed just as Laura had wished, with me coming at least ten times in her pussy and her mouth, and her climaxing many more times. Each time after I came, she would moan "Oh, but you stretch me so nicely!" or "You taste so good!" Dawn finally broke with us cuddling exhausted in bed, and Laura whispered sadly "It's time". She stretched, and rose gracefully, going naked to the kitchen and returning with a glass of orange juice for each of us. She looked longingly at me and groaned "I have to have you one last time!" She set the juice on the bedside table, and promptly engulfed my flaccid member in her mouth, rousing glorious sensations that remarkably were bringing my cock back to life. "Huh? What was that, Laura? What do you mean, one last time?" But she was occupied and could not answer. However, my cock soon answered her, and was standing stiff and tall. I really was proud of my massive organ. As she worked on me, Laura decided she had to make one more try to stop this. Laura moved up my body, kissing every inch she covered, until her generous boobs dangled above my mouth. I promptly sucked one nipple into my mouth and started tongue-lashing it, prompting a squeak from Laura. "Oh, baby. Yes! Just like that! You love my big boobies, don't you?" I nodded vigorously as I worked on her. "Would you like bigger ones?" I was puzzled as I teased her tit. Did she want to get them enlarged yet again. Was she trying to talk me into letting her get another boost? I was happy with them like this. Hell, I was happy with them before she got them pumped up. But I loved her, and if she wanted bigger, I would go along. I nodded my head again, though less enthusiastically. ***** Laura felt a wrenching in her heart, and stifled a groan, thinking 'Oh, no. He does want tits'. She wondered how she would survive. Then she thought, 'But maybe he doesn't need to go all the way!' ***** Laura moved so my cock was positioned at her steaming love nest, pulling her nipple from my avid mouth. She rocked forward and back, teasing me, sliding my cock along the entrance to her hidden treasure. Her voice sounded strained as she murmured, "You just love my cunt, don't you?" I was so turned on again all I could do is moan and nod, finally whispering "Yes!" "Do you want a pussy that can take a huge cock like yours?" Again I nodded, a little puzzled at the way she'd phrased it. What I wanted right now was to be buried inside that pussy she spoke of. She emitted what sounded like a whimper as she lowered herself onto me, and I felt a tear drip from her eye to my chest. But I was in heaven at that moment, and couldn't ponder that right now. She plunged abruptly down, impaled to her full depth, and then bucked and rode me like there was no tomorrow. We rose together toward ecstasy, then simultaneously escaped our earthly forms, and shot past the glorious sunrise. When we recovered, she handed me a glass of juice, and urged me to drink. When I finished, she collapsed in tears on my chest, and whispered "I hope you like my Christmas gift." "Laura, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I began feeling really strange. "I am giving you the gift you craved, the one you wrote in your letter. And it hurts so bad," she bawled. "What? What letter?" I asked groggily. Then it dawned on me. My computer. My book. That damned letter I had worked on so hard. As I slid into darkness, I groaned "Oh my God!" ***** I was aware of light behind my closed eyelids, and soft voices. I hurt all over, and could not open my eyes. I drifted on soft clouds, and faded back into the darkness. ***** I sensed the light again, and heard a voice say "She's coming awake." I didn't hurt anymore. I didn't feel much of anything. I seemed to be drifting, as in a dream. Hands helped me up from the bed, and assisted me walking a few stumbling steps across the room, before I faded once again into blackness. ***** I lost count of the times I dreamt that I walked, always with the gentle help of careful hands, though how I knew I walked is strange, as I had no other awareness than that, the light, and the quiet voices I could not comprehend. ***** I woke in a bright sunny room, and felt unusually full of energy. Laura was sitting beside the bed, with a cheerful but strained smile pasted on her face. "Morning, sweetie. How are you feeling?" I tried to take stock. Actually, I was feeling pretty good, but strange at the same time. Then what Laura said as I blacked out came back to me, and adrenalin surged through my system. "Laura, what did..." my words trailed off. My voice wasn't my own! My hands flew to my throat, and I got my next shock. My neck was long and smooth, no adam's apple! Then my mind registered what I had seen as my hands rushed to my throat, so I pulled them back to gaze in wonder at the long, tapered, bright red nails that tipped my fingers. I tried again, determined not to falter at the new voice. "Laura, what did you do?" Laura smiled sadly, "This is my Christmas gift to you, love. I did it to save your life, even though it crushed me." I looked down at the now expected twin mounds on my chest under the covers. They were enormous! "Why?" was all I could say. She looked down and said, "I read your letter to me. I couldn't let you continue to suffer, and take the chance you would harm yourself." By this time, she was crying again. "I had to do it, even though I was giving up so much." I rolled to the side, and reached out to pull her to me, this woman that I loved. She came eagerly, and buried her tears in my bosom as I comforted her. When she seemed calmer I said softly "Laura. Love." She looked up at me. "That letter was part of my book. I did not want that for myself. I've always loved being a man." She jerked back with a look of horror on her face. "OhmyGod! What have I done?" She looked about ready to bolt from the room. "Well, I guess you had better help me up and over to that mirror, so we can see what has been done." I could not believe I was so calm. But if I showed the hysteria that clawed at me, it would set Laura off again. With her help, I struggled out of bed. "How long have I been out?" I struggled to make my legs work, and to adjust my balance for the payload on my chest. In a small voice, "8 months." "8 months! Ohhh." We reached the mirror, and before I let myself look, I reached behind my neck to untie the string on my hospital gown, letting it fall to the floor. I opened my eyes slowly to gaze on a nude woman of near matchless beauty. Scanning downward I saw the long sandy blond hair, reaching well below my shoulders. Someone had combed it recently, so it cascaded smoothly. Framed by the hair was the face of an angel, thin high arched eyebrows, cute upturned nose, high cheekbones, and full kissable lips painted the brightest red. At least the deep blue eyes were still my own. Below that was a long flawless neck blending into narrow shoulders, and down to the bounty of my breasts. I gasped at that point. They were huge! At least DD-cup, I thought. And the areoles and nipples were larger even then Laura's. I stalled at that point. "Why?" was all I could say as I reached up to touch them. As I contacted the nipples I let out a squeak followed by a sexy groan. Laura finally realized I was asking about my ample bosom. "You asked for beautiful breasts larger than mine," she whimpered. "No, that was Stan asking for breasts larger than Terri's B-cup." "Oh," in a whisper. I got my eyes moving downward again. I realized all my sparse chest hair was gone, and glanced at my arms and underarms, finding nary a hair there either. I was afraid to check for hair lower. My eyes were back to my concave tummy, and an impossibly small waist. "How big? My waist?" "19 inches." My hips flared out from the tiny waist, and they seemed much wider than before. Then I saw the gap between my thighs, and murmured "Wide hips of the bearer of young." My gaze fastened on the hairless slit between my legs. It was a beautiful pussy. I just could not believe it was between my legs. My legs! My legs were long, and sleek, and toned looking, and hairless, tapering to my own ankles, and feet that had been fairly small for a man. They might be slightly large for a woman, but not disproportionate. My eyes swept back up my body. As I scanned myself again, I realized they had achieved every point of my wish list, and added some detail to make it all fit together better. No, wait. There was one more I couldn't assess yet. Hormones of a teenage girl so I could be horny all the time. Oh, God. "How..." my question stalled again, but Laura understood. "I don't know. You know I can't understand all that technical stuff. I just know he has been working on you for 8 months." She sounded defensive. Then with a touch of awe "You are beautiful, though." "I know," I moaned. "I know. But I look in the mirror and I don't see me. I can't find me!" I finally crumpled to the floor and released all my anguish in a torrent of tears. Laura ran from the room, and a doctor and nurse entered shortly. They helped me up to sit on the side of the bed. Laura started to wrap the gown around me, but the doctor stopped her. "I need to examine her, wait on the gown, please." The doctor used my chin as a lever to shift my head one way then the other as he peered intently at every inch. "Yes, all the incisions have healed nicely. No scarring on the face. Good eyebrows, laser treatment there looks good." He tipped my chin up and brushed his hand lightly down my throat as he looked closely. "No scarring from the adam's apple or voice surgery either. Good. Good." His hands slid down the upper incline of my breasts, then probed and prodded every part of them. As he worked on the nipples, I moaned involuntarily. "Good response from the nipples, as requested," while he continued to tweak and tease my nubs. My breathing grew heavier, I felt warmth and dampness in my abdomen, and my moaning was non-stop. The doctor smiled. Reluctantly he took his hands away, and I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad. He stroked lightly over my concave tummy, down to my feminine core. My hips were so wide now and my legs so lithe and slender that the gap between my thighs, even with knees pressed together, gave him easy access to my slit. "Just relax, my dear. I have to check out how you are healed down here." With that, I felt first one, then two fingers slip inside me. I hadn't even realized how wet I was from the fondling of my boobs. The fingers easily slid as deeply as they could reach, then felt around, using an in and out motion that was suspiciously like fucking, but the sensations assaulting me were such that I could not protest. I could hardly breathe. But that didn't stop the moaning issuing from my throat. The doctor continued the examination, and a few moments later I felt a volcano erupt within me, showering sparks as far as the eye could see. I heard Laura giggling somewhere in the distance. Dr. Martinez smirked and noted, "Sensations seem to be OK, let me take a look for scarring. With that, he knelt between my legs, moving flesh this way and that, peering closely. "It seems to be healed just fine. Unless a gynecologist probes inside, it should be virtually impossible to tell her from a real girl down here." He stood up, signaling Laura to help me into the inadequate hospital gown. "I see no reason she can't go home. Just take it easy for a few days till her muscles recover some tone, and she regains her balance." Then he walked out of the room. I had finally recovered my breath enough to speak. "What the hell was that?" Laura giggled again. "Your first female orgasm, lover. How did it feel?" "Like the whole insides of my body turned molten and tried to explode out the top of my head! Is it always like that?" The nurse piped in, "Most women aren't as lucky as you. They frequently have difficulty reaching orgasm, and when they do, it is quite mild." She smiled sweetly at me, "I bet you're multi-orgasmic too." "Huh? You mean that could happen more than once? I don't think I'd survive!" Laura came to me carrying a shopping bag. "Come on, Jeri, let's get you dressed and go home." She looked down and smiled shyly, "It's been such a long time." "Humph. It seems like only yesterday I had my little man buried to the hilt inside you. Guess that was the last time, wasn't it?" My eyes started leaking tears again. Damn, what is wrong with me? I don't cry like this! Laura held me and said, "Go ahead, sweetie, let it all out. It's ok for a girl to cry. It'll make you feel better. It's all those hormones running through our systems." When I was cried out, I realized that Laura was right, I did feel better. Laura pulled some satin panties from the bag, and helped me into them. They slid up my smooth legs, and cupped my bare pussy. They sure felt better than the briefs I was used to. Next she pulled out a matching bra. At least, that's what I assumed it was. There was some impressive engineering work that went into that puppy. It looked like each cup could hold a gallon, with room to spare. Laura slipped it over my arms, and went around behind me to fasten the hooks. She then adjusted the straps over my shoulders, and checked the fit. I noticed a significant difference with my mammeries safely enclosed. The strain on my back was less, and the pulling sensation of the boobs hanging down was gone. The next item was a dress. Well, at least half of one. The style looked a lot like what Laura wears, which was summed up in one word: daring. That was the way Laura liked to dress, so that's the kind of clothes she brought me. "Honey," Laura distracted my attention from the scrap of cloth, "With your build, you have a problem. With that tiny waist and your beautiful hips and bosom, any dress that fits the waist will be very hard to put on. With your dimensions, it will probably be easier to step into the dress, rather than pulling it down from the top." I began to understand her point as I struggled into the dress. Good thing it was stretchy material, else it would have been really baggy around the waist. "Well, then, I'd better fatten myself up a bit, so I won't have the difficulty." The nurse stepped into the conversation again, "That could prove rather difficult. In order to allow your waist to be so tiny, the doctor had to remove some of your intestines, so they wouldn't take up as much space. He also performed a gastric bypass, to make it possible to keep the tiny circumference. Those two added together mean you can eat like a horse, and would have difficulty gaining a pound. By the way, you'd better avoid sweets. They don't mix at all well with gastric bypass." "This just keeps getting better and better! Anything else you'd like to tell me about my own body?" "Well, um, let's see. Yes, there is a thing or two. Doc used a special implant in your breasts that is designed to keep them from sagging nearly as much as normal breasts of that size do. You should keep that perky look for years to come. Um, and the doctor used implants for your hormones, good for the next year, to keep them at the requested level. He used a different treatment to give you those fabulous lips, so they won't have to be renewed every six months like Botox. Should have those smackers for the rest of your life. As you have probably already guessed, he used lasers to remove every strand of hair below your scalp and eyes. No hairy upper lip, ever. No shaving legs or underarms, ever. Also, the beard hair follicles on your chin and cheeks were lasered, so they are essentially gone, leaving your skin there softer and more supple. He had to break and reset the pelvic bones at a more feminine angle to enhance the hips, and leave the space between your thighs. Other than that, you're all natural, girl!" I had sunk into the chair as she catalogued my changes. By now, my head was in my hands, and my shoulders were shaking. I don't know if I was laughing hysterically, or crying. Whichever the case, tears leaked from my eyes again. Laura pulled some super-high heeled shoes from the bag, again, just like she normally wears. She helped me step into them, and steadied me as I tried to walk. I groused "I'm surprised he didn't shorten the Achilles tendon to make me have to wear heels." The nurse brightened, "Oh, yes, I forgot. He did. Well, sort of. You can still walk barefoot or in flats, but you will find really high heels more comfortable." I shuddered at that, and Laura steadied me. "Let's get out of this loony bin, Laura." I headed for the door, barely balancing on the stilts. On the drive home, I asked Laura, "How much did all that set us back?" "A million dollars, and..." "A million!" I interrupted. "What were you thinking?" "I was trying to save your life! And Dr. Martinez was reluctant to bypass the safeguards until I offered him that much." "Oh. OK." I realized I had interrupted her. "And?" "I had to have sex with him all night long twice a week for as long as you were there." "Laura! You were unfaithful to our wedding vows? How could you?" Laura cringed a little. "Calm down, lover. I was faithful to you for as long as you had your dick. But when that was gone, I had to satisfy my needs. And you couldn't do it anymore. I expect you will feel the need real soon now, too. So you will learn why I had to do it!" I stared at her aghast. "You're joking, right? I don't plan on ever having sex with a man!" "Well, according to the doctor, you probably won't be able to help it. Those sneaky little female hormones have been running around inside you for months, and all that time they have been rewiring your brain, making it more feminine." I groaned. "Besides, you seemed to enjoy what the doctor did to you earlier." I nodded grudgingly. "Well, that was nothing compared to having a real live hot throbbing shaft of man-meat reaching way up inside you. Nothing in the world compares. Why, honey, to have a cock like your old one inside me is the greatest experience I've ever had!" She glanced at me, and saw the sick look on my face. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I shouldn't have mentioned your old super-colossal dong, should I?" I wanted to cry. Again. I thought for a while. "Why am I taking this so calmly? I ought to be really freaked. Like wanting to whack off that doctor's thingy for what he did to me. And to you!" Laura wrinkled her pretty brow in concentration. "Well, Jeri, it's partly that there is so little testosterone in your system any more, and with the female hormones, you are much more calm and sedate. Then there is the fact that the hormones have been altering your brain for months, so your brain no longer thinks it is so bad to be a girl. Or, it might just be the tranquilizers they have you on. That's another implant that should wear off in about a week." I pondered that. Then another question occurred to me. "So, Laura, how do you feel about all this? I mean, you really were in a hurry to get this done. I thought you really liked my equipment. How do you feel now that I can no longer plow your furrow? Now that I can't give you those fantastic orgasms you talked about a while ago? Now that I can never give you babies?" A tear made its way down Laura's cheek. "I miss it, really, really bad. I mean, it was so much better than any of the other little pricks I've had, I find it hard to imagine life without it. It filled me like no other has. It aroused sensations that were divine, that have never been matched. You could make me come and come, and scream with pure ecstasy with your super-tool. But in the end, it is you that I love, not your superhuman cock, um, err, ex-cock. That was why I gave it up, to save you. Because I love you so much." She popped her gum a few times, then shrugged. "Besides, if you'd died, I'd have lost the cock anyway." I sighed. "But I wouldn't have died. That was the character in my book, the one that wanted to be a woman. Not me in real life, the one that loved being a man. That loved being a man with the huge woman- pleasing cock!" Back at the villa, I went to bed immediately. I was worn out emotionally and physically. I woke once during the night to find Laura curled protectively around me. In the morning, I started coming awake to the feeling of a pleasant pressure building, and a delicious tickle inside me. As I woke more fully, I realized that Laura's tongue was hard at work on my new vagina, driving me to distraction. Or maybe that should be to heaven. Several minutes later, my body spasmed violently, and I felt steam escaping my nostrils. Laura changed her tactics, now that she knew I was awake. Her tongue darted here for a touch, there for a lick, someplace else to lash me repeatedly. Amazingly, I felt the pressure building inside again. As I approached my second climax within a couple minutes, she plunged three fingers deep inside me, and I came apart. It was all I could do to remember to breathe. The next few days, Laura used me as her life-size Barbie doll. She dressed me in so many outfits I wondered where she got them all. She also liked to dress me in my only swim suit (yes, a miniscule thong bikini like she wears, groan) and have me lounge by the pool. Then there were the stretchy almost not there exercise outfits she had me wear while doing the exercises the doctor recommended to tone my muscles. They had massaged and worked the muscle groups as I was recovering, including my dream walks, but that was only enough to keep a minimal muscle tone. I tired quickly. She had me in towering heels all the time, except when I was exercising or in bed. All the practice got me so I could handle the heels with ease after several days, and I was really surprised that my calves didn't ache more, as I have heard many women complain. It must have been the modification the doctor did to my Achilles tendon. Eating was an experience. Whatever they had done to me, my appetite was tiny. It was frustrating, based on my remembered appetite. I always felt I wanted more when I had to stop. Oh, and the nurse was right about avoiding sweets. The one time I ignored that, I thought I was going to die. The third day home, Laura insisted I go out with her. She dressed me in a really short miniskirt and a halter top. I felt naked as we walked through the town. I felt as if every guy's eyes were stripping me. And inexplicably, I felt my nipples getting stiff, and I was becoming damp down below. I started to hyperventilate, so Laura guided me into a sidewalk caf?, and got me into a seat at a vacant table. I had calmed by the time the waitress came to take our orders. Just a small salad and iced tea for me. I really envied Laura for the sandwich she ordered. "So, don't you just love the way all the men look at you, Jeri? It just makes me feel so sexy and gooey inside!" "Laura, I'm still a man in here!" I hissed, looking around to see if anyone could hear. "I'm not so sure of that, honey. I see the way your nipples are poking through that top! And I bet you're nice and wet, just right to take some man's big tool inside, now aren't you?" I was flushed, and breathing heavier, but I denied vehemently, "No!" Laura just smiled a little smile at me. After lunch we walked some more, window shopping. My muscles seemed to be recovering quickly, though I was still feeling tired. I had often accompanied Laura on shopping trips, even enjoying it, as I would imagine how this outfit or that dress would look on her. I was surprised to find I still enjoyed looking, but now, some of the outfits were imagined on me instead. I guess I really was changing. We returned home mid-afternoon, and Laura drew a hot bath for me, liberally adding lilac scented bath oils. She told me to soak my aching muscles and the rest of me until the water started to cool, then wash and come out. I was to keep my hair dry, though. This was my first bath as a woman, having only showered up till now. As I settled down into the foamy water, I decided this was a pleasure I would enjoy often from now on. I almost fell asleep, but roused as the water cooled to wash and step out of the tub. I had learned from earlier showers not to rub myself dry, but to pat. I was still getting used to my skin being so soft and sensitive. Was it just the hormones, or had the doctor done something else to me? I emerged from the bathroom to find lingerie laid out on the bed. I could easily identify it as mine, based on the cup size of the bra. Why would Laura want me in this frilly, low cut, black strapless bra and matching thong panties? And was that a matching garter belt? Laura came in and slipped up behind me, reaching around to cup and massage my sensitive titties. I couldn't help it, within moments I was moaning with pleasure. Laura kept it up till I started to sag back against her, unable to stand on my own, then stopped. "Why did you stop?" "You need to get dressed now. If you do what I tell you, I promise you will get much more later!" I reluctantly slipped into the bra and panties. I picked up the garter belt and stared at it. Laura took it and fastened it around my waist, feeding the garters through my panties. "That's to make it easy to use the potty. Otherwise you couldn't pull your panties down." She pulled some patterned black stockings from a drawer, and handed them to me. I had put on pantyhose in all of Laura's dress-up play earlier, but never these. Oh, well, how different could it be? Actually, it was easier, except for getting them straight, and attached to the garters. Laura pulled me up, guiding me to the dressing table. She sat me down, and swiveled me around to face the mirror. There was that yet unfamiliar face staring back. "This is how you do evening makeup. All the things I showed you earlier were daytime makeup. So it is time you learn this, as well." She set about painting my face, using various creams, powders, pencils and lipstick. "See, you use bolder colors for nighttime, and put them on just a little heavier. You still don't want to overdo it and end up looking like a tart." She giggled, "Unless that's what you intend, of course!" When she finished, she brushed my hair, smoothly stroking it until I was lulled into a dreamy trance. I didn't even realize when she stopped until she tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see her holding a classic LBD. "Come on, stand up and try this on." I stepped into it as she held if for me, and we worked it up over my hips till I could slip my arms under the spaghetti straps. She tugged here and there to get it to sit right, and then turned me to face the full length mirror. This was the most elegant effort of all our dress-up play so far, and the result took my breath away. Had I seen this woman when I was a man, I would have lost any battle to remain faithful to Laura. She was that hot. Make that, I was that hot! "Step into these, and go fix me a drink, OK?" She set 5" black pumps at my feet. So I stepped and I went. When I returned, Laura was brushing out her jet black hair. She wore a shimmering silver dress with plunging front and an even lower back. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. With the size of my boobs, that would seldom be an option for me. Her strappy sandals were a matching silver. Her makeup was as flawless as mine, bold but still understated. She turned to me, taking the drink and handing me a little black purse. She took a long pull on the drink and set it aside. Taking a silver purse for herself, she gently shoved me out of the bedroom and toward the front door. "Wait! Where are we going?" I tried to stop my forward momentum, but Laura had me at a disadvantage, since I was already moving. "We are going out for supper," she said. "It is time for your next lesson on the power we have as women!" We walked the short distance to a popular supper club, just in the next block. There were several groups waiting ahead of us when we checked in with the maitre'd. He took our name, and directed us to the bar. Laura slid up onto a stool by a table, and ordered drinks for both of us from the waitress that was instantly there. I climbed onto another stool. Before the drinks arrived, one of a pair of rugged, affluent-looking men at another table approached. "My friend and I would be honored to buy you lovely ladies a drink," he said. Laura glanced at my alarmed expression, then smiled at him, saying, "Thank-you for the offer, but we're just waiting for our table for dinner." "Even better! I insist that you let us treat you both to dinner tonight." Laura winked at me, before smiling up at him and saying "Why, thank- you very much. That sounds like fun!" I wanted to sink into the floor. The man smiled and signaled his friend to come over. "My name is Raul, and this is Don." Laura responded "I'm Laura, and this is my sister Jeri." I glared at her for that sister thing, but she ignored me. Don and Raul seemed to come to a silent agreement after surreptitiously looking us over, then divided us up like the spoils of war. Raul moved a stool close to Laura and sat, while Don went off to tell the maitre'd our two groups would dine together. Our drinks arrived, and Raul insisted on paying for them. Laura gave me a knowing little smile. My answering one was pretty weak. When Don returned he pulled up a stool near me. Laura and Raul fell into an easy conversation, while I tried my best to ignore Don. Thankfully, he seemed rather shy, so I hadn't had to make small talk with him yet. Eventually he quietly asked if I was American. Feeling it was too rude to ignore him, though I wanted to, I responded affirmatively. That seemed to boost his confidence a bit, as he soon asked another question. After a few more, I decided he wasn't going to bite, at least yet, and turned to face him and try to carry on a normal conversation. I was surprised to find how easy he was to talk to. As we talked, I studied his face, and shocked myself by considering him handsome. Wasn't I a man? Why would I think another man was handsome? When Don's party was called, Raul took Laura by the arm, and Don slipped my hand through his arm to lead me like a perfect gentleman. I blushed slightly. After we ordered, I asked Laura to accompany me to the ladies room. When we were safely inside, I angrily demanded to know just what she thought she was doing. "Why, Jeri, I'm just demonstrating the power beautiful women have over men!" "Humph. Won't they be expecting something in return? Something that I, for one, am not willing to give?" Laura considered. "Maybe. It would be rude to return only a thank you. But it is not unknown for some women to do just that. I think for dinner and a drink, maybe a kiss goodnight and a vague promise that you might be willing to do it again would be enough." She grinned, "Unless you want to do more!" She looked at me. "You are a beautiful woman now, a little kiss wouldn't be too bad, would it?" "Kiss him?" I said aghast. "Well, you need to try it sometime. Better with a handsome man than a dog, right?" "What do you mean I need to try it sometime? Why?" "Because that's what beautiful women do! Unless you're a dyke. I'm certainly not a dyke." She added slowly, "and I don't think you will be, either. So that's settled, you need to try kissing Don!" And she turned to the mirror to freshen her lipstick. I was in turmoil as autopilot took over and I did the lipstick thing too. Back at the table, Don and Raul stood to seat us, and we had separate conversations till the food arrived. Dinner was excellent, but I was so nervous I couldn't eat much. I couldn't have any way, thanks to the doctor. Laura certainly didn't seem to be nervous, and it seemed almost like she was flirting with Raul. My wife was sitting across the table from me flirting with another man! Then I grudgingly admitted to myself that 'another man' didn't really apply any more, and felt sorry for myself. After Don had paid the check, they insisted we accompany them back to the bar area for some dancing. Laura went along, so I really didn't have any choice. We found a table near the dance floor, and tried to talk. The music was too loud, so Laura and Raul were leaning near each other so they could talk over the music. Don tried to get me talking, and eventually I relented and leaned close so I could hear and be heard. After a few songs, Raul led Laura out on the dance floor, and Don shyly asked me if I wanted to dance. I figured a fast dance was ok, so I agreed. We gyrated to the music for a couple of songs before the band played a slow one. Don timidly took my hand to pull me close. I didn't know what to do, so I looked to Laura. Raul had his arms around her with both hands resting on her lower back, while Laura had one hand on his shoulder, and the other around his waist, so I imitated what Laura was doing. I was afraid I would trip, dancing backward in these really high heels, and I did a couple times before I got the hang of it. Then it went smoothly. It even felt kind of nice to be held like that. Another slow song followed, so we stayed on the dance floor. Now that we had gotten a bit used to each other, Don tried to get me into a conversation. I was stiff at first, concentrating on the dancing, but as the song continued, I was loosening up. Don pulled me gently closer, pressing me lightly against him. My left arm was in an awkward position, so I moved it up to his other shoulder, like my right one was. I felt his hand guiding my head toward his chest, and it was just so easy to lay my head there. The dance continued for a bit, then came to an end. I eased back when the music stopped, then felt his hand under my chin, and looked up. He had a tentative little smile on his lips, and was leaning in toward me. Remembering what Laura had said, I didn't recoil, somehow. Then I felt a gentle pressure on my lips. I was kissing a man! What should I do? I was too flustered to respond, neither pulling away, nor kissing him back. But I realized that I wasn't repulsed. It was kind of nice. He pulled back from the gentle kiss with a worried look on his face. He looked so cute that I relented. My hands were still on his shoulders, so I slid them behind his neck, and pulled his lips back to mine. This time, I kissed him. He was frozen for a moment, then started kissing me back, then built the heat a little more. I pulled back, and looked down, blushing. "Slowly," I whispered. "Take it slowly, please." He looked a little embarrassed. "Ok." Then he led me back to the table. Laura and Raul danced to another song, then joined us at the table. We had another drink, and split into two conversations again. It was getting easier to talk to Don, now that the kiss was over, and I wasn't so afraid of it. After a while, when a slow song started, Laura surprised me by dragging Don out to dance. ***** Laura pulled Don to the dance floor, and put her hands behind his neck to start dancing. Don was still surprised at this turn of events, but recovered quickly, putting his arms around Laura. Laura looked over and saw Raul pulling Jeri onto the dance floor. She leaned close to Don's ear and said quietly, "So, what do you think of my sister?" Don looked over at Jeri hungrily. "I like her. I like her a lot." Laura smiled a little smile, and replied "I thought so." A few steps later, she added "So, are you interested in taking it further with her?" Don blushed and looked away. "Um, err, yes." Laura smiled again. "I thought that too." She waited a few seconds then said, "If you play it right, you can." Still blushing, Don asked "How?" Laura giggled, "When you guys walk us home, and you get a really good goodnight kiss going, gently rub her tits. You do it right, and she will do anything for you." Don blushed even brighter. Then Laura's voice became serious, "But if you do her tonight, make sure you use a condom. Got it?" Laura was silently amused over Don's shyness. Raul wasn't that way at all. ***** Raul led me back to the table after the one dance, and I saw Don and Laura working their way back as well. Don looked kind of flustered. It was cute. Ugh, where did that come from? Guys don't call other guys being flustered 'cute'. We had another couple of drinks, danced several songs, then Laura said it was time for us to be getting home. The guys insisted on walking with us, for protection, of course. I was a bit surprised that Don was more insistent about it than Raul, since he had been so shy all evening. Back at the door to our villa, Raul pulled Laura into the shadows for a lingering good night kiss. I was looking worriedly at Laura, and her obviously mounting passion. A passion that used to be reserved for me. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and turned to Don, whom I had been ignoring. I remembered that Laura said he deserved a goodnight kiss, and I was surprised to find I was no longer resistant to the idea. Don held me like a delicate flower while he guided my chin up till our lips met. It started out gentle, then there was a brush of Don's tongue against my lips. I was pondering my response when I felt something brush against my left nipple. My resulting gasp opened my lips enough that Don's tongue darted inside. That distracted me from the nipple thing until I felt a hand cup and gently squeeze my boob. That, and my resulting moan, distracted me from the tongue that had invaded my mouth. My knees were getting weak, when I was distracted from the exquisite feelings from my breast by the sensation of having my tongue sucked into Don's mouth, and tickled and teased by his tongue and teeth. My senses were in a whirl. I wanted it to stop, but I wanted it never to stop. I vaguely heard the door open behind me, and felt Don ease me backward through the door, all the time keeping up the assault on my mouth and my breast. As Don turned us so he could close the door, I saw Laura leading Raul by the hand toward our bedroom. I would have been outraged if I hadn't been melting from the pleasure Don's hand was creating. Next thing I knew, we were cuddled on the sofa, still locked into a kiss, with Don's hand now roaming across both tits, doubling the distracting pleasure. I moaned again. Then the tiny straps of my dress slipped down over my shoulders, and I felt Don's hand stroking the sensitive flesh showing above my bra. There was a fumbling behind me, and the bra popped loose, giving Don's wandering hand direct access to my nipples. As he tweaked them, I gasped, sucking the air out of Don's lungs. Finally Don broke the marathon kiss, but I was too absorbed in the sensations coming from my boobs to really care. I felt him kiss his way downward, then felt electricity arc through me as he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. As he continued his ministrations, occasionally switching sides, but always keeping the free nipple stimulated with his hand, my breathing grew labored. After several minutes of this exquisite torture, I went rigid, my back arched, and I shuddered all over, emitting a small shriek at the pleasure I received. While I floated somewhere over the rainbow, I felt my dress sliding down over my hips and off over my feet. Then my panties followed suit. I wanted to scream 'STOP', but I also wanted to know what came next. Don returned to pleasuring my breasts with one hand, and stroking my exposed body with the other. I felt the fires building higher within me, and wondered if they would consume me. Don stopped briefly a few times to struggle out of one piece of his clothing or another, always returning to his fire making activities, keeping me simmering. Finally, I realized he was far more naked than I, since I still had on my stockings and shoes. I heard a ripping sound, and saw a little foil packet in his hand, from which he extracted a little disk of rubber. I watched in a daze as he worked it over his cock. My God, his cock! It was huge! A tiny bit of my rational mind told me it wasn't nearly as big as mine had been, but that did nothing for the gut reaction to seeing the first loaded and dangerous cock I had ever come across. Then I felt my hand gently guided to that weapon, and encouraged to hold it, stroke it. I felt a probing at my nether lips, and looked down to see Don's other hand as a finger slipped inside me. Things were happening too fast, I couldn't keep up. What should I watch? What should I do? I remained frozen in inaction, except for the involuntary arching of my back as his fingers slipped inside. When my hand seemed to be doing what he thought it ought to on his tool, Don's guiding hand moved away to arouse my nipples once again. My uncontrollable passion was threatening to burst free when Don gently moved into position between my legs. He probed gently at my slit, then his rubber-clad warrior slipped just inside. He stopped and waited for me to adjust, as if I could adjust to something like this. Moments later, he smoothly and slowly sheathed himself within me, sinking all the way to the hilt. It was amazing. I distractedly thought 'so this is what Laura meant!' as I swam through all the sensations that tried to drown me. 'He's so big! He fills me so full! It feels so right to be full down there!' Don established a slow rhythm of withdraw then advance, repeating until I shook with another orgasm and struggled to stifle a scream. But he didn't stop then. My waves of pleasure started subsiding, only to have Don's continued stroking begin yet again to build the pressure within me. Just a few minutes later, as Don gradually escalated his assault, I exploded again. This time I couldn't contain the scream. After this one, it took a while longer, but when I felt Don stiffen, and start pulsing inside me, I tipped over the edge again, and as Don's heat spread from my vagina outward, I shattered with the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. This time I was too engulfed by the emotions and sensations to know if I made any noise at all. Afterward, we cuddled and kissed on the couch for a while. Occasionally I heard shrieks of passion emanating from my bedroom, but I was no longer jealous of Laura or her lover of the moment. I was too satiated. After a time, Don said, "I have to go. I have an early flight to catch in the morning." He stood and quickly pulled on his clothes. "Will I see you again?" I asked through my disappointment. "I'd like that!" he said. I walked him to the door, then kissed him passionately good bye. He opened the door and stepped through onto the porch. As he started to move down the path to the street, I called "Don?" He turned to look at me, and I rushed out to him, claiming another desperate kiss. Then I watched him walk away, standing in our yard in my stockings and high heels. Minutes after he disappeared, I turned and walked back to the door, closing it behind me. There were still sounds of passion from behind my closed bedroom door, so I stripped out of my shoes, stockings, and garter belt, pulled a blanket from a cupboard, and pulled it over me as I lay on the couch. The next thing I knew, I was slowly coming awake. I detected light through my eyelids, so I supposed it was daylight. Just as I realized I no longer felt the blanket over me, I felt lips close around both of my nipples simultaneously. I pried my eyes open as I moaned at the pleasure. I saw Laura kneeling beside the sofa, my left nipple in her mouth. Leaning over the back of the sofa was Raul, similarly assaulting my right nipple. This erotic sight wrenched another moan from my lips, and was accompanied by a feeling of wetness below. I closed my eyes to soak in the pleasure, then felt a finger invade my nether lips. Then there was another, larger, courser, moving in counterpoint to the first. I looked down to see one large masculine hand and one dainty smooth feminine hand working away at my vagina. The sensations within me soared, and I felt the flames mounting ever higher, until they washed over me, and I shook and screamed at the pleasure. I heard another giggle, then felt a scratchy chin against my face as I was soundly kissed on the lips, lingeringly. This was followed by an even more passionate kiss from lips on a baby smooth face, followed by a barely whispered "Morning, hubby". I sighed with contentment. Maybe Laura's simple-minded action had been best after all. I still had my loving, sexy, insatiable wife, but I now also had all those pleasures that men were waiting to bestow upon me. And it certainly gives me an entirely different perspective that would help me to finish my novel. I might even go back to the clinic and thank that doctor properly. I giggled and felt giddy at the thought.