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Slimming Down By Kimber Anne Like many couples in their early 40s, with children, my wife and I had let ourselves go a bit. Feeding and maintaining a family makes it hard to eat healthy. Healthier food costs more. And, time for working out, becomes few and far between. Thats why, when Tanya brought up a study that was soon to kick off at one of the area hospitals, we both thought it an excellent idea. It was a new weight loss pill being tested. We could get paid to lose weight, unless we recieved the placebo, I guess. When we met the facilitator, the news was even better. Apparently, in addition to the weight loss, most subjects experienced a very beneficial side effect. Most subjects lost years, physically. Some, at our age ended with the equivelent body that they had in their mid-twenties. We saw before and after pictures from other tests. That was all it took to make us believers. The after pictures looked fantastic. So, we signed the multitude of forms. After a fairly extensive physical, we received the first part of the treatment, a shot. When I asked, I was told that this was the catalyst. We were given the second part of the treatment, a supply of pills. They told us to take the first dose now, then each day as soon as we woke, and before bed. Other than, the instructions to not change our lifestyle, we were free to go for a week. I did ask, how soon we could expect results to show. I left wondering what the treatment was doing inside, if we could see results by tommorrow. I was skeptical, but, damned if they weren't right. The next morning, I had to cinch my belt in a full inch. But, it really was a little more, just not all the way to the next notch. This, of course, could be just water loss. But, I could tell I had a lot more energy all through the day. When I got home, I was not surprised to find the same energy boost had hit Tanya. All during the evening, I could tell my libido was also on over drive. When, we got the kids to bed, it took only moments to find that Tanya's was as well. Comparing notes, afterwords, we both felt this was one of the best orgasms we had felt in a long while. By the end of the week, it was obvious how much better we both felt. But, it was even more obvious, how much better we both looked. I was, however, a little worried about my arms, and to a lesser extent my legs. They were looking thin. I asked the facilitator about this. She said it was to be expected. I was lossing fat. But, as I had gained the weight, I had lost muscle mass, from the sedentary lifestyle. She also, said, after the trial, I could work on building back muscle mass. Most, men did. Tanya and I were both shocked at the first week's results. I had dropped from 255 lbs, on my 6' frame, to 195 lbs. My waist, had dropped from its rotund 42 inches to a not bad 35". My rear was actually starting to get some shape back from its flatness as well. Tanya had dropped from 225 to 165 lbs, and had curves again. But, the other shock was when we took the pictures. With the weight loss, you could see the changes. Clothes would get loose. Belts had to be tightned. It's a good thing we never throw anything out. We both still had clothes from our thinner days. But, when we looked at the newly snapped pictures, compared to the pre ones, you could really see the difference. My grey hairs were completely gone, as were Tanya's. Our hair was a lot more shiny too. Our facial skin was tighter and, well, younger looking. We didn't look 20 something, but we sure looked early thirties. When, I asked how this much loss, so fast, was possible, let alone healthy, the facilitator, Susan, gave me a brochure level answer. "Tim, the treatment, is basically, rewiring your body and metabolism. It's making it work like it used to, only better," she answered. "What about my hair and nail growth? They seem to be growing extremely fast," I countered. "Again, that's expected. Thats one of the side effects of the increased metabolism. It will taper off when the treatment ends, and your body is 'rewired'." We were both so happy with the results to date, as well as ongoing results, energy, better sex life, that neither of us put our full attention, to something that should have been disturbing. It was almost an addictive high. We were weighing ourselves now, atleast daily. When I passed 170 lbs, of which I was looking really good, we really didn't get alarmed. I also, never mentioned, late in that second week, when I was looking for clothes to fit in our old stuff, and put on a pair of jeans that fit really well. After, turning in front of the mirror, I realized they were an old pair of Tanya's jeans. My rear end did seem to be lagging behind the rest of me as far as weight loss, so I chalked it up to that. I'm not sure, if she noticed,that I also started wearing some of her old, non-feminine Polo shirts to work, and T Shirts around the house. Pants, were another issue for work. I preferred Docker type slacks. But, without buying some, I had none that fit. There were two old pairs of simialr type pants of Tanya's, but they were too feminine. For now, the jeans of hers would work. I didn't want to buy anything until I had nothing that fit. Thus, it was why I was wearing an old pair of her jeans, and one of her old T shirts when we went into our next checkup. I was a little shocked by some of the results they measured for me. I could swear they were trying to hide something. I'm just not sure what. My weight was down to 148 lbs. I hadn't been that light since High School. But, it was my waist. I managed to catch that one, as the technician measured me from the front. My waist was down to 29 inches. I didn't get the other measurements, chest, arms, thighs, calves, hips, as she measured me from behind. I also didn't get to see the pictures, let alone next to the others. Tanya, was excited though. She was down to a slim 125 lbs on her 5'6" frame. She was looking very good. What was odd, though, was they had her stopping the pills, yet me still taking them. When i asked, she said they told her that her body was nearing all it was going to do, and was more or less on auto-pilot. As she drove us home, something I not only let her do most of the time lately, but seemed to want her to do, I kept checking her out. She was starting to look hot, very hot. But, what was odd, was that noticing that, didn't have exactly, the emotional response in me that I would have expected. Yes, I could feel it turning me on. But, their was also, a feeling of unease, almost like jealousy. But, that couldn't be right. I caught myself playing with my hair. It was really getting long, down to my collar in the back. "Can we stop and get my hair cut?" I asked. "Oh don't. I kind of like it longer." Over the next week, Tanya's weight loss slowed down. She stopped and stayed at 118 lbs. She was really hot and slender now. And, you could really see the reverse aging in both of us. Which is what we both determined was the cause for my slow down and stoppage in beard growth, loss of chest hair, and severely thinned leg hair. My beard and leg hair didn't start growing until my mid twenties. My chest and other body hair, until my thirties. It was really strange having smooth skin every where again. Clothes were a problem now. I finally had to go and by some. But, I had a hell of a time getting pants. Pants I could get on to snap or button, were way too big in the waist, and way too tight in the backside. And, the smallest pair I could do this with had a 30" waist. Plus, the 32" inseam, left the legs all bunched up on the bottom. I got so frustrated at this, I started bawling, right at the store. I couldn't stop, and ended up running out of the store. As I did, I felt my ass jiggle, which made me cry more. What the hell was wrong with me. As I ran, my arms felt out of control. I caught a brief glimpse at myself in the glass door. I looked girly running. When I got home, and Tanya asked what was wrong, I told her between sobs. She held me at arm's length and gave me a once over. I noticed the moment she noticed something, in her eyes. "Sweetheart," she said slowly. "Um, you're shorter than you were." She was right. We were almost eye to eye. Judging by that, I would say I was at best 5'9" now. It was another of those, gradual things you don't notice until you look for it. "But, fist things first," she continued. She then got the tape measure, and took two measurements, one right above my navel, the other around the fullest part of my butt and hip area. "You stay here, and I'll be back with some pants." While, I waited, I started flipping through some of her magazines. They seemed to calm me a bit. If I had been concentrating, I might have got upset. Because, seeing the models, all I thought about was how cute they looked in their outfits. In about an hour and a half she returned home. She had a few bags. She pulled out a few pair of pants and told me to try them on. They fit, quite well. "I had a hard time finding some with back pockets, which would have been a dead give away," she said to my befuddled look. "They're women's pants. Well, Misses sizes actually." "Whats in the other bags?" I asked, noticing them. "Oh, um, um, some things I picked up for me." Later, in bed, when making love, she spent time kissing and sucking on my nipples. She never did that. And, more to the suprise, it felt really good. It even made me moan a little. They really responded, and seemed, at the time to get extremely hard. After that, I noticed how sensitive they were. And, playing with them made them puffy, huge, atleast as far as I remembered, and even a little sore. In fact, as the week progressed, I also started to notice that my chest was gettin sore. That, pain was centered right below both nipples. It was later that week, Friday night, after the kids were in bed, that I got a new shock. "Sweety, come upstairs with me," she said, with a little bit of a smirk. When I got upstairs to the bedroom, I got the shocker. She pulled out one of those shopping bags I had asked about. From it she pulled out a very short skirt, that flared out, mid-rif top, bra and panties. "I want you to put these on," she told me. "What!" I squeeked. "Sweety, I've noticed something, and I want to show it to you. Just play along." So she helped me on with the panties, tucking my penis back as she did. The result was decidedly female looking. The skirt barely cleared my butt. "The bra is an enhancer bra, with gel padding," she stated almost clinically. It definitely had some weight to it. I needed help getting it on. The top was very low cut in the front and scooped low in the back, with wide straps on the shoulder. "look in the mirror and tell me what you see." I was dumbfounded. What I saw, was a woman. Or, maybe more accurately, a girl. It was a very flat chested girl, with a bad haircut. But, there WAS cleavage. The top and skirt, which went up to the natural waist, natural female's waist really showed how tiny my waist, and really rib cage was. The skirt also showed how round, and wide my hips were. And my ass, was, well rounded, tear-drop shaped and feminine. "Thats a misses size 7 by the way," she added, interupting my shocked intospection. She then pulled out a long, dark blonde wig. "Come here sweety," she said softly. If I looked like a girl before, there was no question now. "I look like a girl," I sobbed. I slumped onto the bed. I did notice, how I unconciousally held my knees together as I did. I had tits. Tiny ones, well with the pushup and padding of the bra. And, I had curves. I got up, sniffling and weighed myself. The scale stopped at 122 lbs. I was tiny as well. I started sobbing again. Tanya, wrapped an arm around me. "Shhh, shhhh, it's okay." She then held my head and kissed me. Yes, I noticed, that she caressed me like a woman, spending time on my 'breasts', on my legs. And, yes, I noticed, that we did it with her on top, me in the bra, skirt hiked up and her naked. I slept in late the next morning. I was pretty crestfallen. What was happening to me. My god, what did the people at work think. They had to atleast notice how small I was getting. Taking my shower, I zoned out and snapped out of it realizing I was playing with my chest. I only snapped out of it, because what started feeling very good, started hurting a lot. My nipples looked like minture marshmellows. I tried on several Tshirts. Some of Tanya's older Tshirts, mind you. One of my originals fit like a dress. I know, I tried. They all rubbed my sensitive, painfull nipples and made them worse. I told Tanya about that. "I was afraid that might happen soon. Fortunately I have an answer." Her answer was my choice of a camisole or training bra. I must have stood there staring for awhile. ? "Tim, it's what every girl goes through when developing her breasts. Trust me, they help" Developing her breasts! I'm not a her. I can't be developing my breasts. The camisole seemed to be the easier to hide, so I chose that. It did help, a lot. That night she gave me a silk camisole and tap pant set to sleep in. One part of me screamed "I'm wearing lingerie to bed". But, another part enjoyed how it felt on my skin, and soothed my tits. By Monday, two days later, what had been the suggestion of breasts, were breasts for real. They were small, A cup at best. But, I could feel them bounce, ever so slightly. What was worse, was the new develpment. My testicles and penis were shrinking. I actually measured. My penis was down to 5" hard, where it had been almost 9". And, I couldn't get it very hard either. Needless to say, I really wanted to talk to Susan at our checkup appointment. I figured they would be shocked. Boy, was I surprised. Noone seemed to be to shocked. Not, the techs measuring me, in camisole and panties. I was wearing panties, because, frankly they fit my shape down there now. Susan, actually acted like she expected this. After, I sat down, in her office, crossed my legs. Wait, did I just cross my legs? I tried to lay into her. But, it came out sounding pouty. To top it off, my voice cracked as I started, and stayed high for a bit. So I really sounded like a whiney girl. "What the heck is happening to me?" "you're having a rare, but not completely unheard of reaction to the treatment," she responded calmly. "you're telling us, this has happened before?" Tanya growled. "We have done thousands of tests so far. We have had four cases of some degree of feminization in men. you're the 4th." "what do you mean, some degree" I squeeked, my voice cracking and lowering, but higher than it usually was. "How far is this going to go?" "For you, I'm sorry to say, we're not sure, how far." And she did sound sorry. "For one gentlemen, he developed small breasts, doesn't have to shave anymore," she continued. "For another he just got slightly enlarged nipples, the third had small breasts, subcantaneus fat consistant with a female, and lost a little size. An then there is you." It started to sink in. "You mean I've feminized the most?" "Yes. And, according to the blood and endocrine tests, it's not stopping any time soon." She went on to tell us how they weren't sure what triggered this, let alone to this degree. Stopping the pills wouldn't matter, not now, possibly not even right away. Their best guess, is that I would fully feminize. All, of this had me spirally almost into a panic attack. I was going to get tits, real tits. It also looked like my penis would whither down to nothing. "Take me home Tanya, right now," I screamed, while breaking into tears. I cried for quite awhile that evening, and into most of the night. I called in sick the next day and stayed in bed all day. It was when I woke up Wednesday, and hat to sit down to pee, because I couldn't direct a flow, that a vague idea entered my head. I showered. My breasts were much bigger. I don't know sizes, but I could grab them. THat is grab them with my now very small, very thin, very feminine hands. My nipples looke like any woman's. I shaved my legs and pits. There wasn't much on my legs. But, now they were very smooth. I did my first titty tuck with the towel. After using Tanya's deoderant and perfume, I got dressed. I put on that same bra, Tanya used to show me what was happening. I really had cleavage now. And, it wasn't just the bra anymore. They were round, and firm. Just putting on the G string panties, gave me a smooth front. My penis was tiny, and my balls were gone, just a little flat sack tissue left. I put on the mid-rif top, a mid thigh floral skirt and a pair of flats I found. Looking in the mirror, I saw a cute twenty something woman. Her hair looked horrible, though. My hair had grown down to my shoulders. But, it was my old cut, grown out. I did realize, that it was a little fuller, and my widows peaks were gone. So, I found a scrunchy, and pulled it back into a poneytail. There, that was better. Before i left the bedroom, a thought hit me. The heck if I was going to carry my wallet and keys around in my tiny hands. That is, I didn't have to, not dressed like this. So I grabbed one of Tanya's shoulder purses and put my stuff in it. It's a good thing Tanya and the boys were out when I left. I really didn't have a concious plan. But some part of me, knew what it was doing. When i got to the mall, things just sort of fell into place. Right off the bat, I saw a sale on ear piercings. Soon, I was walking away with new hoops in my ears. As I walked, I noticed how easy it was to walk, well girly. If I didn't concentrate on NOT being girly, my arms swung, bending at the elbow, going back at an angle, palms turned out. If I didn't concentrate, my hips swayed all by themselves. I felt the skirt move on my legs, and actually liked it. It was like my voice. Without trying, really, I sounded like any woman. The next stop wasn't planned. But, I saw a salon with a special on hair extensions. I was soon telling them how I was trying to grow out a hair style mistake. So, they soon started cutting my hair even. I was told, so that it could grow out right. Then came the extensions. On a whim, I opted for shoulder blade length, with a slight wave. As the highlights they talked me into set, they did the french manicure and pedicure. I also allowed them to thin my brows. When they were done, I was fairly amazed. I looked like an average, cute woman coming in. Now, I was pretty, bordering on georgous. Thats when I realized my face was plain. My skin was now flawless, and looked pretty natural. But, I decided I needed makeup. And, at Dillards, they were giving free makeovers. The girl was good. I now had light shadow and mascara to make my now big eyes really stand out. The blush made me see how feminine my face structure was now. And, the lipstick made my full, red lips really stand out. I had always had, full girly lips. Now, they fit, and were sexy. I bought a full supply of makeup. Now, as I walked, I started turning heads. So, I guess, thats why I bought a new outfit. The short, black tiered skirt, really showed my legs off. And, the skirt just begged for lace topped stockings. The stockings made heels mandatory. Now, my top didn't work. So, an around the neck backless halter top was next. That needed a new bra, gel padded bra. I soon had several more outfits. I looked hot. I looked very very hot. Now, I was really turning heads. Looking in one store window, I couldn't believe how sexy, long and feminine my legs were now. Then, I noticed what store it was, Victorias Secret. I left there with several bags. I started to realize I liked the reaction I was getting from men, as I flipped my long hair over my shoulder without thinking. I had left a note for Tanya. Now, I didn't want to get home until the boys were in bed. Their daddy looked like a runway model. If I had thought about it, I would have realized they knew their Daddy was becoming a Mommy. But, I didn't, and had some time to kill. So, I stopped at a sports bar. I think part of me wanted what happened to happen. I was hit on constantly. At the time, I reveled in the attention, and the power. Yess, there was power. I knew these guys wanted to get into my pants, and I knew I could almost get anything from them until I let them. But, then I started freaking out, right when a guy had his hand on my thigh, and I thought and wondered how big his cock was. I went home in a hurry. Tanya was waiting. She just stared for awhile. "So, turn around." I did. "Okay, talk to me." When I went out I didn't fully understand why. But, I think I came to grips, right then as to what was in my subconsious. "Well, it appears like I am going to look lie a woman," I started. "If I am, I can either accept it, or not, but I will still look like a girl." "So you chose to accept it, with a bang aparently," she said to my nod. "Well, it will be fun to have a girlfriend around." I then showed her my extensions and the clothes I bought. I couldn't just show her, I had to model them. We finished with me in the black, matching bra, panty, garter and stocking set I bought. She tapped the couch next to her, "Come sit with me." Again, without thinking, I found myself sitting, knees together, pointed at an angle, hands together on my thighs. It was a very girly pose, and I did it without thinking. This was getting strange. It was almost as if, letting myself 'go' with this, the body was taking over. Tanya reached up and gently grabbed my head, pulling me into a kiss. As she pulled back she told me, "You're really pretty." She kissed me again, and moved one hand down to softly cup my right 'breast'. She then slipped her hand into the bra cup and started playing with my nipple. She soon had it hard. Yes, that did feel good. What was more, I felt it cause stirrings in my crotch. But, it wasn't quite the same feeling of pressure, I was used to. "I'm so wet right now, go down on me please," she breathed out. And, I did. I slid to the floor, pulled her shorts and panties down and put my face to her crotch. Here I was, on my knees, in bra, panties, garters, stockings and heels, licking my wife's pussy, my long hair tossed over one shoulder, like her lesbian lover. "Oh goood that feels great. Lick my pussy bitch," she growled. And I did. She didn't take long to explode in orgasm. "Oh lordy you have a sweet tongue girl." Yes, that was weird being referred to as girl. But, as I wiped my mouth with my hand, I realized, that was, effectively what I was. It was how the world would see me, specially after my 'shopping' trip. "Mmm, I want to return the favor, but..." She paused. "Wait, maybe I can." With that, she pulled me up from the floor and started kissing me again. My lipstick was an all day type, thankfully, or it would be smeared all over by now. As she kissed, her right hand moved to my crotch and started softly rubbing me down there. She rubbed like she would a vagina. What was surprising, was it felt good. No, it felt better than good. I could feel myself getting turned- on, but it was different. "Ooh, baby, I could swear you're getting wet," Tanya cooed. She then moved down to the floor, in an exact reversal of minutes before. Once my panties were off, she moved my legs apart, and started using her tongue. "You are wet, sort of" she said briefly as she pulled her tongue in. "I think it's some kind of pre-cum, but quite a lot of it." Then she started making my body shudder. Tanya had had a brief excursion into the lesbian world, after her first marriage ended. So, she had experience at this. But, damn it felt really good. She concentrated her tongue's ministrations on what was left of the head of my penis. It was little more than a nickel sixed bump now, with a much larger opening. "Play with you tits," she growled I complied, rolling my rock hard nipples between my thumb and finger. Before I knew it, I felt my body convulse in orgasm. As I did, I convulsed more and more as I felt it not just in my crotch, but a much larger area. As Tanya wiped her mouth. "Weird, you got really wet at the end. But, it doesn't taste like semen, or vaginal juices, but something inbetween." She took my hand and led me upstairs. After removing my makeup at her suggestion, She had me put on a Baby Doll nightie and matching panties. She just got naked. We 'ate' each other out several more times and fell asleep, her spooning me. When, we woke she asked me, "So you're going to live as a woman now, correct?" "I don't see any choice. Even before the hair, once I realized, I don't think I could really pass as a guy. And, it's going to get worse likely." She just nodded her head, "I think so too. Get showered, dressed in somehing feminine but not too sexy." I guess I looked a little dumbfounded, because she added. "I'll get the boys up and talk to them first" she continued. "I'm sure they noticed you changing. But, you look 100% girl now. Try to look your best, I think it will help." So I sat down and tinjled. After my shower, I found out the bain to long hair. It takes forever to dry. At the mall the girl had picked colors for my skin for daytime casual wear. It was that makeup I put on. Light foundation was followed by very light blush, no shadow, but liner, whuch took a few trys. Mascara was easy, but putting on the lipstick and gloss sealer took a few tries too. What to wear? I decided that a skirt was the choice. But which one? I tried on all 4 that I bought, twice each. I finally decided on the mid thigh, two-tier ruffled white skirt, with the pink scoop necked Tee. Since I still was a very flat-chested girl, I wore the basic white, with s little lace, enhancer bra. 1 1/2" heels also seemed right. In the mirror, I saw the pretty woman, with a Teenager's body. Odd, the bra felt a little snugger today, than yesterday. "Well, you certainly take as long as a woman," Tanya said, poking her head in and startling me. "So?" I asked as I twirled. "Perfect. I think they are as ready as ever." So, after a deep breath, I went downstairs to meet my sons. I was scared how they would take their Daddy, now dressed and looking like a woman. I wasn't sure how to interpret the looks on their faces when I walked in and sat down. After a mistake yesterday, I remembered to smooth my skirt first. I crossed my legs and placed my hands on top of my thigh. "Hi guys." It went better than I thought it would. Our oldest, the 10 year-old, understood that I had no choice, this was happening. Our youngest, at just about 4, didn't quite understand much beyond what he commented "Daddy is pretty Mommy now, right?" We even ended with hugs. I called Susan and demanded she contact my work with one of their Doctors. I told her to tell them I would be out for awhile due to complications. I also, told her they would send a formal letter explaining exactly what had happened and will happen, right before I returned. If I was going to suddenly appear at work as a woman, I wanted to be as much of a woman as I was going to be. I swear I could feel my breasts grow that thursday as the day progressed. And, by Friday evening, they were definately bigger. I had to get new bras that night. I needed full B cups. And, my hips and butt no longer had a teenage girls look to them. They were starting to be more rounded like my new physical age, somewhere in my twenties. By Sunday, I was also, a little shorter than Tanya. I was somewhere between 5'5" and 5'6". My new B cup bras were tight as well. So, now I had C cup tits. Off and on, I would catch myself panicking. I'd think, is this right, couldn't I just keep living as a man. Then I'd look down and see my round, full breasts raise up and down and I'd realize there was no way. But, the real shocking changes were starting between my legs. That little nub, mound what have you that was my penis, had sunk in a bit by Sunday night. A groove was also starting, looking like the start of a vaginal slit. I also contacted and met with a lawyer. I picked a male lawyer on purpose. For some reason, I didn't think a female lawyer would think being forced to live as a woman would be that bad. It took him awhile to beleive my story. Even, the letter for my work wasn't enough. And thus, I found myself meeting with Susan again, in a tight black miniskirt, silk blouse, dark stockings and the 3" heels I had mastered over the weekend. After their measurements, I found out, I was now 5'5 1/2", 116 lbs, 34C-23-32. Today they also did some X-rays and ultrasounds. Thats what we were discussing now. What she was telling me basically, was that what they were seeing was that I now had a completely female skelton. Also, it appeared as if all of the female plumbing was forming inside me as well. When I asked, they had no clue if that also meant ovulation as well. They had also heard from my lawyer as well. Because, she mentioned that they were negotiating with him. On the way home, I stopped at the Galleria. Doing this kind of thing in the past, would have held zero interest to me. But, now 'shopping' was enjoyable. I don't mean shopping like I used to do. In other words, going to get a specific item, perhaps comparing between several models at most. Not now. Now, I didn't mind aimlessly wandering from store to store, looking at shoes, or clothes, with no real intent to buy. Though I did pick up a few things. This backless, little black dress was awesome. It surprised me how much my excitement with that existed. While walking around the mall it really started hitting me how small I was now. It's a scary world if you're my new size. Eveything seemed bigger. Most men seemed huge to me. I almost panicked at one point. I also really noticed some of the small effects of the changes to my body. Really, my ass felt huge. It actually was smaller than it had been. But, as a percentage of my body mass, it was now a much larger percentage. And, did it ever sway when I walked, specially with high heels. When I didn't think about it, and just let my body do what it wished, everything moved very feminine now. Having C cup tits now, even in an underwire bra, I really felt them jiggle. I wasn't the only one that noticed them jiggling either. I also experienced the start at her breasts then move up to her eyes gaze of men. It didn't really bother me. But then, I was still marvelling at all the attention, lustfull attention, I and even my breasts got. Although, it made sense afterward, it still shocked me when I realized I had no adam's apple anymore. I was trying on a necklace, when I noticed it. At the same time, I realized I had a button nose again. I had in my twenties. but now, it was a feminine version of that one. My upper lip seemed a little fuller too. On my mall trip, I also learned another new fact. Don't bend over at the waist to pick something up if you're in a short skirt. That is, not if you don't wish to cause a stir. I did it one time, and one guy actually walked into a column while stairing at me. I also found out the power of using ones feminine wiles. All, I had to do was put my chest out a little, tilt it so a guy could see down my blouse, or flirt through my eyelashes, or even just rub up close, and a guy was putty in my hands. One discovery, however, I'm not too sure of how I felt about it. Guys were certainly noticing me and lusting. But, I cought myself noticing guys as well. I gave them the same kind of looks I used to at women. I even caught myself wondering what one guy's cock looked like. For the rest of the week, it was just getting used to being in the world as a woman. I was going to have to get my hair cut soon. With the increased growth and extensions, it was down to the small of my back. And it was so full now. I did have to go and get it all redied and hilighted. I got used to caring about and taking care of my skin, at Tanya's suggestion. I watched as what I am sure was to be a vagina started forming. I could take a full 4 inches in there by midweek. That was the time Tanya and I had a little fun. We both donned tiny bikinis and washed our cars. By the time we started are little sponge fight, every guy on the court was out for some reason. Funny that. The drug company also arranged for a new birth certificate, driver's license, legal name change. Legally, I was now Kimber Anne, female. By friday, as we were making love to each other Tanya surprised me. "Sweety, you have a vagina now," she said as she almost clinically checked it out. "Huh," was my witty reply. "Yep, looks just like one, is as deep as one, smells and event astes like one," she added. With that she went over to the dresser and pulled something out. With her back turned to me, I saw her fasten some kind of belt around her waist, and between her legs. When she turned around she had a cock. Okay, it was a rubber one. "Sweety, since you are living like a woman, look like a woman, have a pussy like a woman, it's time you were fucked like one," she said in a bedroom voice. I was soon face to face with her 10" cock. "Kiss it, you know you want to." And, I did kiss it. She soon coaxed me into, and taught me how, to suck it as well. As I did, I felt my new vagina get wet as hell. She put me on my back, put my legs over her shoulders, and gently entered me. Oh god, that felt great. One part of me was screaming "Just weeks ago, you were a man, not a cock lusting bitch". But the other part of me, the bigger part felt how great it felt, how right it felt to have it fill me. I came in no time, moaning quite girlishly. Tanya didn't stop. And to my surprise, I came again, and again. I had never had multiple orgasms before. The last one almost blacked me out with the intensity. This was completely different. My whole body felt it. When I opened my eyes, Tanya was smling ear to ear "You really are a woman now. Now do me." I got a chance to use that little black dress that Saturday. We dropped the kids off at KidsPlay. Tanya was driving me to dinner. "I just can't get over how utterly feminine you have become," she said. Looking down at my now D cup tits, the long nails on my thin, tiny hands resting on my stocking covered sexy legs I had to agree. "It's not just how you look, and it's unfair that my husband has bigger tits, and a better figure than I do," she continued. I started to say the tits maybe, but she shushed me. "It's everything, you're looks yes, but the way you move now, talk now, even the way you chose words and defer to me a lot more. you're such a girly girl now". "Does it bother you," I asked. "yes, no, I don't know. I love you, and it's fun exploring sex as we do, again, but I miss my manly husband too." I missed him every once in awhile to. "But I can see how natural this seems for you." She paused. "Oh I don't know, lets just have fun, worry about later, later." And we did. First we had dinner. The new part of my pysche that enjoyed the attention I now got, got its full. We even got one guy slapped by his date. The Maitre D pulling out my chair, was nice. But not every look we, and especially me got was nice, or even lustfull. "How come the evil looks from some of the women?" I asked quietly. Tanya just chuckled. "You don't get it do you?" No, I guess I didn't. I said as much. "You are now a georgeous woman. Hot. Hot enough in fact to be a lingerie model. And, women can be catty, specially when you turn their man's head". Hot enough to be a lingerie model. She was right. That revelation hit me in a complicated way. On one hand it made me feel good. On the other hand it was scary. I had lived 43 years as a male. Now, I would basically start over. It was finally hitting me how much my life would change. On the way out, Tanya had us stop at the ladies room. She told me to freshen my makeup. I did look good in this dress. It had a halter front with a deep V neckline. It was backless down to just above my ass. Not that you could see much of my back. My own hair was now down to the bottom of my back. I'll need to get the extensions cut out tommorrow. The skirt was a few inches below my crotch and ended with a slight flare and pleat. She suprised me with our next stop. It was a dance club. "We aren't going to stay long, since we have to get the boys." It wasn't too crowded this early. But, no sooner than we sat down and laid our clutch purses on the table, did the first guys hit on us. I was too shocked to say anything. Fortunately, Tanya sent them away. That is until Jeff and Thomas. She invited the two of them to join us. Apparently I got Thomas. And yes, that new part of me did like what she saw. He was 6' to 6'1, athletic build without being muscley. He had a manly handsome face. Before I knew it, I was flirting with him. I have no idea why, but here I was. It was then that Tanya excused us to go to the ladies room. But, she didn't follow immediately behind me. She held back and said something to the guys. In the ladies room she pulled me close "Kimber, sweety, when we go back, just go with the flow. You still don't know what it's like to really be a woman." What the heck did she mean by that? I found out soon. She had had the guys get a VIP room. Thats where we all went. As soon as we sat down, I found myself pulled into a kiss by Thomas. At first, I locked up. This is a man kissing me. Then I saw my sexy, extremely feminine, stocking covered leg and realized, this was my life now. Women kissed men. I was now a woman. Ergo. His hands started roaming up my thigh. I didn't stop him as he found the wet front of my panties. I was getting very excited. Thats why, I guess I didn't even pause when he pulled his pants off and moved my head down to his exposed, quite large and quite hard cock. Penises are quite facinating this close up, and this hard. I had only ever seen mine at this range, in this state. Thomas's was quite different. He gently pushed me down to it. And, I repeated what I had done, on the dildo. It's a good thing I had practiced. It is strange taking it all in, and I still almost gagged. It was so hard. And, it tasted good, which really surprised me. I was soon pumping it, using my toungue exactly how I remembered liking it. He came within minutes, holding my head down as he did. Fortunately I felt it engorge just before. I just got my first mouthful of cum. What a strange, metalic, salty and sweet taste. His holding my head, kind of pissed me off, so I immediately kissed him deeply. He wasn't expecting to taste his own cum. Ha ha. I looked over and Tanya was just finishing up on Jeff. That sight gave me all manner of conflicting feelings. Her was my wife sucking another man, yet I wasn't a man anymore, and I just did a tandem cock sucking with my wife, and. Oh hell, I was so confused. But, we didn't stop there. We were soon making out again, now with me pantiless, straddling his legs and crotch, with my tits exposed. I was taking my cues from Tanya. I soon felt him getting hard again, below me. That was when Tanya tossed me the condom. Oh god, she wanted me to fuck him. I was too turned on by now, not to. So, within moments, I found myself lowering onto his hard cock. Oh god, did his cock filling my pussy feel so good. I was soon gyrating on top of him like a crazed girl. It felt so, so, so good. I brought myself to climax in no time. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm a giiirrrllllllll" I cried out. Thomas didn't even look at me oddly for that. But Tanya, caught it and snickered a little. Thomas didn't because he exploded into his condom within moments. We both went to the private washroom to clean up, Tanya and I. "So Kimber, how was your first fuck?" she said with a smile. "It was very good," I said dreamily. "You seemed to enjoy sucking him too." She smirked like she expected it. Yes, I guess I did. That bothered me a little. I really liked sucking and fucking men. And, I knew I would do it again. Could I go back, if there ever was a way, now? I didn't know. That, by itself was scary enough. Tanya showed me how, and why to clean up my own juices. We fixed our makeup, and went back to say our goodbyes. We gave them a bogus phone number, when they asked. It was quite awhile before I stopped quivering down between my legs. After getting the boys and going home, we made love again, with tongues, with the dildo. Okay, this ability to cum so many times, will be nice. The next morning, I woke to find myself very sore between my legs. Some of it was new muscles, I hadn't used before, nor in the way they were. Mere weeks ago, as a man, I didn't often spread my legs. The rest was the extensive, yet pleasurable, use my vaginal muscles recently received. I was going back to work the next day. This caused me no end of anxiety. I know, my boss had talked to my team and explained everything that happened. But, I was a man, and now I would return a hot, young woman. How would they react. How would they treat me. How many people knew at the company? Those worries kept going through my head all day. But, I couldn't do anything about them. I could shop for new work clothes though. This, I did. My work had a casual dress policy. But even as a man, I wore slacks and collared shirts. I just didn't think the jeans look was professional. So, I was going to look at business appropriate skirts, tops and blouses. After telling Tanya, she suggested I get some slacks as well. Before I knew it, I had spent from opening through all afternoon shopping. I did have a lot to show for it. Funny, weeks ago, I could never have done this. I had a whole new wardrobe, new skirts, tops, blouses, slacks, shoes. I think I am finally understanding why many wpmen have so many shoes. Certain outfits call for a pump, or an espradille. I went to bed early that night. I felt I would need my strength and energy on Monday. Plus, I wanted to get in early. I thought that would be better, for me at any rate, than walking down the aisle with everyone looking. This is also why I took extra care and time getting ready that morning. I made sure my makeup looked perfect. I selected a mid-thigh strait skirt, black, with matching 3" pumps. The top was mostly backless with straps around my neck, lapels, and showed just a bit of cleavage. I pulled my hair back off of the ears with a faux tourtoise shell clip, which showed off the 2 inch, dangling glass gem earrings. A matching bracelet, and pink saphire pendant finished the ensemble. "How do I look?" I asked Tanya nervousally. "You look hot, georgeous and professional all at once. There is no question you're all woman" And, there you go. That said it all. Well, being back at work, as a woman brought a lot of new challenges. First there was the minor challenges of being a woman. I found makeup needing to be freshed, working in heels, almost walking into the men's room several times all challenges. But, I also noticed being treated differently. For one, every single coworker on my team, checked out my chest first when talking to me. Most of them didn't know what to do around me. I could tell they were uncomfortable. I could also see a lot of hard-ons too. Over that first week, where once I had been the 'expert' deferred to, now I was often not taken seriousally. The 3 women in are department were actually mean to me. I found myself in the ladies room 3 floors down, crying on multiple occasions. That was when my boss told me that they were going to move me to another department. He said the right things, best for all concerned blah blah blah. What I found out was that my new job was not technical at all, but little more than a glorified receptionist and hostess for visiting customers. My salary was the same for now. On the plus side, the new position meant buying several business skirt suits. That was fun. And, it was fun at first wearing them. But, truthfully, the job became boring in no time. Most of the time, it meant meeting customers at the airport, seeing them to their hotels, showing them around the campus, being their fetch girl, many times taking them to dinner. It was that latter I disliked the most. Invariably, they felt they had a license to hit on me, grope me, several even blatently almost demanded me up to their rooms. I know what my company was doing. They had a professed policy of embracing diversity. As such, they didn't want to just let me go. But, if I quit, then well... We needed my salary though. So, I had to stick to it. I also found out that I was, truly all woman now. I had my first period. This, was a really new experience. I really didn't like the feeling of no control I had over my emotions. The cramping and bloating was liveable with. But, as a man, I never had my hormones control me. Now, once a month I did. This also meant, I could become pregnant. That was both scary and titillating at the same time. I also found out what it took to keep my now size 5 figure. I hardly ate anything any more. And, I worked out atleast every other day now. This was another new experience. Being in sports bra, leotard, leoatard shorts and other tight work-out outfits, got me a ton of ogling. Meanwhile, at home, the novelty was apparently wearing off. Tanya seemed less and less interested in girl on girl sex. I can't really blame her. After our first club trip we made a couple more. Tanya, even invited one guy back with us to a hotel, where she watched as he made love to me, and she masturbated. But, it was obvious we both preferred sex with men. That was why the meeting with the drug company and our lawyer was a godsend. Our lawyer earned every penny of his fees. We would get a nice settlement, seven figures worth. But that wasn't all the news we got. They, thanks to me, figured out why their treatment did what it did. In fact, they now could do it at will. They planned to market this as a seperate item. I'm not sure what market there would be for instant youth and sex change for men. Then, they told us the rest. They could also go the other way, female to male as well. Of course, my first question was, could I take that. The answer was no. That is not yet. For now, it was a one sex change per person. The DNA changes were to open to serious problems for more than one. But, they wanted me to be their spokes model/person for this. They offered a nice contract to make a handfull of commercials, and personal appearences. But, here was the big shocker. Apparently, Tanya could still take the female to male part of the treatment. For her there was no risk. And, afterwards, if she so chose to do it, they wanted her for the same job. We signed the settlement. And, I agreed to be their spokes model. But, we decided to sleep on Tanya becoming a man. Well, I could quit my job shortly. We discussed that on the way home. But, when I tried to talk about how she felt about changing, she wouldn't talk about it. In fact, I didn't find out about her decision, until she told me the next day. I had come home, with my desk stuff in a box. They were only too happy to see me go. I used that to get a year severance. "Well, I did it," I was greeted with. "Did what" I asked, in my now very high, very feminine voice. "I went and got the treatment. I'll soon be the man of the house, your husband" she said smiling. I was suprised, very happy, but surprised. I didn't think she wanted to from her reaction. But, when she stated her reasoning, it matched mostly with mine. Since, I was stuck as a woman, albeit an extremely georgous one, and the boys really needed a mommy and a daddy, and she wanted us to still be us, well the choice was obvious. It didn't take long for changes to start. Her voice started getting huskier at first. Since we were watching, we saw her start getting taller. Within a week, she was 5'10" amd her rib cage had expanded. She also had a pre-pubescant girl's breasts. That next week, that breast tissue dissappeared. Meanwhile, her beard started growing. It was an odd instance, when we were both shaving in the bathroom. I was shaving my legs, and her, her face. The absurdity of it had us both laughing uncontrollably. It was over this week, that her vagina closed and two small bumps appeared. We, wer having sex again, only with Tanya in the strap-on, all the time. She was up to 6'1" and 170 lbs. She started lifting weights regularily, which had phenomonal results She started getting muscles, big, manly ones. She looked like an old GI Joe doll, at 6'2", 205 lbs, when her male equipment started really to grow. Each day, it was remarkable to see her penis and balls blossom. I kept wanting to try it out. But, he said not until it was done, and the circumcision healed. That didn't take much longer. She reached a full 9" erect finally. Oops, I guess I couldn't call her a her any more. He was a hunk. 6'2", 210 lbs, with an athletic, hard build, short curly hair. It was funny. She made a much more manly and handsome man than I had, and I, a much more feminine and sexy woman than her. Finally, the time ahd come. I wanted to feel my man's cock in me. So, I loaded for bear. I put on an almost see-through push-up bra, matching panties and garter all in white, with little pink bow accents. To this, I added sheer white, lace top stockings. I put on a micro, pleated 'school girl' plaid skirt that didn't cover my butt. To this, I added a tight, blouse that tied under my large D cup breasts. Makeup, 4" red pumps, and a punk ribbon pulling my long hair into a poneytail finished the outfit off. This kind of outfit would have made me hard in a moment as a man. And, it worked on, Tanya, now Tanner just the same. He took one look at me posed on the bed, and became instantly erect. I guided him over to the bed and had him sit down. Thats when I started the show. I started by looking at him through my lashes, as I slowly removed the ribbon and shook my hair loose. I twirled slowly as I carressed the side of my tits with my hands. It was definately working, as he was rubbing his rock hard cock, as I danced. I slowly removed my top, giving a mock look of suprise. I then played with my tits through the bra, while I gyrated slowly. I did the same with my skirt, as I moved towards him. On my knees, I slwly removed his pants, caressing his cock, with my long nailed fingers. When, his hard-on was finally released, I remember thinking oh what a georgous sight. My, what a change I have had, physically and mentally. Here I was, a sexy 'school girl' stripping for my man, and I loved it. I started in with just my tongue, working up and down her shaft. I took both balls into my mouth, then worked back up the shaft. Taking all 9", a thick 9" in was almost too much. But, I did it. Feeling his hardness, the rock hard veins, started me getting wet. I loved the taste of his rod. Oh, but help me I did. When I tasted his pre-cum, I slowly pulled off. "Oh god, no babe, finish me," he growled. "Uh, uh stud, I want that big cock inside me, cumming inside me," I purred. After I removed his shirt and straddled him, I french kissed him as I rubbed my wet panties on his cock. He flipped me over with no trouble. I was so ready for him. "Oh god yes, fuck me. Fuck me with your big, hard cock," I begged sexily. And, he did. Oh, my god, when he entered me, it felt like nothing else I had ever felt. He was so thick, he filled me completely. I had fucked those other guys. But, that had been just sex, no emotional involvement. There was now. And, that made the feelings and sensations much more intense. Sex, as a woman, was so much different. Yes, it felt different. But, I now understood why us women wanted to be held afterwards. In taking a cock into you, you open yourself up. you're vulnerable, as a bigger, stronger man, is on top, and seemingly in control. It's scary on some level. But, it's also much more emotionally intense because of this. Add, in feelings of love, and it's that much more intense. And, I knew I loved the man, my wife had become. I think I did more than I did when he was a woman and my wife. He was basically the same person. But, the parts of his peronality that I had problems with, went away with those female hormones. And, he was a hunk to boot. As, he thrust into me, my legs spread wide, tits bouncing, I marvelled at his hard chest. I ran my hands over those hard pecs, as I moaned uncontrollably. If, I thought too hard about this, it would seem too strange. Here I was, born male, lying on my back a georgous, hot woman, with my legs spread, wearing sexy lingerie, having my former wife in her new hard, hot male body fucking me in my vagina with her thick, big cock. But, he soon had me to my first orgasm from his cock. Oh, my lord, it was indescribable. I felt my vaginal muscles convulse and tighten around his rod. Then I truly felt it with my whole being. I did black out. Fortunately that wasn't for long. Because, he made me orgasm twice more, before he shot his load into me. I had just finished my period, so we were quite safe. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said between kissing him. "My god, that was truly mind bending." "My god, I never realized how explosive it was for you, er um, us guys" He replyed in his rich baritone. This was his first time. Oh, I know, he had been masturbating for awhile now. I understood that. But, this was his first time using that wonderfull cock as it was meant to be used. I got a warm feeling realizing that as I felt his cum inside me. "I don't think I'd go back, if I could" he continued. "Even though it's centered in one place, it's more intense, and brief. But, I like that, and the feeling of power." I didn't tell him I also enjoyed his power, but just smiled. "And seeing your hot, sexy, phenomonal body below me, and your fantastic tits, and the feel of your pussy around my cock, oh baby," he said as he kissed me deeply. We just looked into each other's eyes for awhile. He broke the intament moment. "Are you happy?" he started. "Really, are you, having a knockout body, a vagina, big tits, being a girl?" "Yes, I think I really am. It may part of the transition, but I have never felt happier, more complete than now." "Good," he said as he smiled. "Because, I am really happy, and really in love with you like this." And, things were very good for us. We did get closer than we ever were before. It's obvious now, that problems we had had before were fixed by my personality being feminized, and his masculinized. We were much more suited for our current roles. Tanner was a better man an husband than I had been. And, I became a much better wife and woman than he had been. We also played a few fantasies as well. I dressed for him as a sexy French Maid, hot Secretary, Milk Maid, a hot Christmas outfit for Christmas. I got off getting him so turned on. And, he definately enjoyed it. I even gave him a dream come true, a threesome with a hot girl and I. That was a very fun evening. One night, he surprised me at dinner. He dropped to a knee and proposed to me. "I know we are married, technically. But, I want to marry you as my wife, me your husband. I want to see you in a beautifull bridal gown." And, I wanted to too. So, we had a small ceremony. I wore a georgous, shoulderless and backless gown that was stunning. When Tanner saw me in it at the Chapel, he had tears of joy. I was pretty stunning in it. We were already Mr and Mrs as far as the law went. But, this was for us. We had never had a honeymoon the first time. We rectified it this time. We spent a wonderfull 4 days in Hawaii, and hardly left the room. Though we did. After all, I had to show off my new bikini. We were set financially. But, Tanner being truly male, started his own business. He found a unique niche market and capitolized on it. I had long since gotten use to him leading the way, 'wearing the pants' as you will. And, I like it, a lot. I liked being his wife, his Trophy Wife, and mother. I enjoyed, dressing in a hot coctail dress and escorting him on his business dinners. I truly liked being the woman behind the man. I did the ads for the drug company. I even did some modeling as well. I did quite a few lingerie jobs, locally and nationally, as well as some swimwear work. You can see me on several internet lingerie stores. By now, I truly don't remember what it's like not being a hot woman. Yet, there was one thing I really wanted. It had been nagging at me for some time now. "Tanner, my love," I started one night in bed. "I want to make a baby with you. I want to feel your seed grow in me." "Oh baby," he replied, deep with feeling. "Of course, I do understand," he smiled He did indeed "I ovulating now" I purred. And, that was all it took, those 3 times. I'm pretty sure, I could tell it was the 2nd time we did it. But, I was indeed pregnant. And, that is where we are today. I'm 6 months pregnant with our first daughter. Thats odd, because, I could never give him, when he was a her, a daughter. First time out with us switched and voila. I had always envied that extra bond, Tanner had had with our boys. Now, I was feeling it, as our baby girl grew inside me. Yes, my tummy was getting quite large now. But, I loved it. And, my tits were starting to get truly gigantic. Of course, I'll have to slim down again after the birth.