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I had been out of graduate school for a while, and was bumping along with my interior decorating business. My business was good, and I had developed a rather loyal following of clients...oddly enough, all women. I was often told by my clients that it was wonderful to find a man who was so very visual. A few times they went on to say, "You know, most people who are as gifted visually as you are, are either gay men or woman." At first the comments bothered me, but after a while I figured that as long as I had steady work, who cared what they said. The fact that my office was in our home made my commute a breeze. Morgan, my wife of 10 years had a fairly good job at an accounting firm, and thus we had steady income from her to tide us over in lean times. We were a typical DINK (dual income no kids) couple...the last several years things had cooled somewhat in the romance department, as we were both working so hard that we rarely had any quality time together. The fact that my business often had me working on weekends certainly didn't help. We were very affectionate, and caring towards one another, but sex was a distant memory. I'm not sure how it happened, but at some point we became like business partners or siblings. Things were basically good, but I had noticed that we were snipping at each other a little more than usual, and often when we spoke we had an edge to our voices. Morgan, called home to tell me one afternoon to remind me that she had a dinner meeting and that I would be on my own for dinner. This was a fairly regular occurrence in our daily lives. When she rolled in at a little after 11pm, she looked worn out. Instead of joining me for a nightcap, as was our custom, she begged off and went straight to bed. The following week similar occurred, and I began to get a little worried. When I asked about the exceedingly late hours she had been working, she shrugged and explained that her firm had taken on a new client who was very demanding. She went on to explain that her boss had chosen her to personally see that this client's needs were met. This pattern of behavior went on for weeks. We were seeing less and less of each other, but at least the fighting had stopped. Some how, see seemed more content that I had seen her in years. I started to realize how very much I was beginning to miss her. I felt that our relationship was poised to break apart. I asked, no begged, Morgan to go to couples counseling with me, but she said she didn't believe in it. She did indicate that I was free to see a therapist if I felt it would help to have the opinion of a professional. She indicated that she had a client who was a very successful therapist, and if I wanted she would give me her number. As I felt more alone, and subsequently more depressed I called Morgan at work, and asked her for the number. The next day I had an appointment with Dr. Gabrielle Medici. When I entered Dr. Medici's office I felt the butterflies that I had had in my stomach all morning start to disappear. The waiting room had a very warm and welcoming feel to it. Shortly there after, I was greeted by a tall beautiful woman who couldn't have been a day over 35yrs old. She extended a perfectly manicured hand, and said, "Hello, I'm Dr. Gabrielle Medici, how may I help you." I gave her a brief run down of my impression of my relationship with Morgan, and my ever-increased feelings of depression. She assured me that anything I shared in her office would stay in her office, and that she saw no conflict of interest in having me as a patient, despite the fact that Morgan was her accountant. Before I knew it, the hour was up, and I had made another appointment for 2 days later. Morgan continued her workaholic ways, and I began to really look forward to my twice a week sessions with Dr. Medici. After my third session, Dr. Medici said that along with talk therapy I should take some new antidepressants that would help me greatly. She wrote out scripts for three medicines that I was to take twice daily. She asked if I was afraid of needles. When I said that I was not, she indicated that she would like to give me shot of a new drug once a week. I said that it was fine with me, if she felt I needed it...she then explained that the shots would be administered to my rear end, as this drug needed to be injected into heavy tissue. It sounded plausible to me, so I dropped my pants and let her give me a shot in each cheek. It hurt a little, but in a second it was over. On the way home I went to the pharmacy and filled the prescriptions, and luckily all were covered by my insurance. Maybe it was mental, maybe it was he shot, but I really felt a lot calmer...and somehow better. I started to take the pills as I was instructed, and three days later I went to see Dr. Medici for my next session. I told her that I felt better than I had in ages, in fact, for the first time in years; I was sleeping through the night. She indicated that she was glad, and said that I was making real progress. She gave me a computer disk to take home and work on between our sessions...sort of therapy homework. That night while Morgan was working late again, I put the disk into my computer. As it contained a program, I installed onto the hard drive, so I wouldn't lose it. I started the program, and must have been much more tired than I thought as I woke up two hours later still sitting in front of my computer. Oh well, maybe I needed a nap. Morgan practically breezed into the house a few minutes later, looking rather energetic for a woman who had just worked another 12-hour day. We sat and talked for a few minutes and then prepared for bed. For the first time in months, we actually cuddled as we drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next morning I felt totally refreshed, and actually happy. I guessed that this therapy with Dr. Medici was working. After my morning coffee, I went into the bathroom to get showered and ready for the day. Morgan had left some clear nail polish and an emery board on the counter. I had the oddest sensation that I should clean up my nails and polish them. As I showered my mind kept wandering back to the nail file and polish. Upon completion of my morning ablutions, I dressed, and then did my nails. I figured, what the heck, lots of guys have manicured nails...what could it hurt. After completing some proposals for my clients, I drove over to Dr. Medici's office for my afternoon appointment. Shortly after we started our session, she mentioned that she had noticed I had started taking better care of my nails. She indicated that she thought that was a further indication of progress. Instead of being embarrassed, I felt giddy to be praised by this woman...actually it was stronger than giddy...I felt intoxicated to be getting her approval. We talked a bit more, and it was time for two more shots...oh well, all in the way of progress. For a change, Morgan didn't work late, so I cooked us a lovely Salad Nicoise for dinner. We had a very enjoyable conversation, and I really felt that we were closer emotionally than in years. We really seemed to be on the same wavelength. Again we cuddled in bed before drifting off. As I hadn't a chance to do my "homework" on the computer the night before I turned on the program while I sipped my morning coffee. I don't know where the time went, but when I finally looked up 3 hours had passed. I felt really relaxed, so much so that I didn't want to move from my chair. I needed to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up before a 5:00pm client meeting. While in the bathroom I went into the closet to get some more shampoo, and noticed a bottle of Nair. For the life of me, I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to be hair free, and smooth all over. Just like the day before, the compulsion to try this product was overwhelming...so I caved in and spread a thick layer of the Nair all over my: underarms, chest, arms, and legs. I waited 10-15 minutes as directed, and then stepped into the shower. With a washcloth I gently wiped the lotion and all of my body hair. After exiting the shower I toweled off, and felt like my skin was much more sensitive and alive...I really liked the feeling...it just felt right. It was at that point that I remembered that I hadn't shaved my face. When I ran my had across my cheek I realized that I hadn't shaved, because there was no need...my face was smooth even though I hadn't shaved in three days...oddly, I thought no more of it as I continued to get ready for my day. I arrived at my client's home...we conducted our business and I was on my way. On the way home I passed beauty salon that had a sign in the window for eyebrows. Before that day I had never given it a thought, but as if it had a mind of it's own I found my car parking in the salon's lot. If felt that if I didn't get my eyebrows cleaned up...I would crawl out of my skin. I walked up to the counter, and a young lady asked if she could help me. "Yes, do you have any openings this afternoon with you eyebrow technician?" She looked at me with an amused look, and said she would check. A minute later, she returned and said that lucky for me there was an opening in 15 minutes. I told her that I would wait. It was my intention to just get my brows neatened up, but when I was seated in the chair, I heard my own voice tell the lady that I wanted my brows to be much thinner and more arched. When she asked if I was sure, I replied, "absolutely". Thirty minutes later I walked out of the salon with decidedly feminine looking brows. When I arrived home, Morgan had just come in the door from work. She took one look at me, and told me that she loved the new look. She even gave me a hug and a big kiss. "Wow, it looks like things are looking up!" The next morning I maintained my smooth skin by borrowing Morgan's razor and shaving my legs. When I was out of the shower I used some of her skin cream on my legs so they would feel good all day. I went back into the bedroom to get dressed, and noticed that Morgan had left a pair of her panties and a bra on the bed. I guess she forgot to put them away. I put on pair of my own briefs and a tee shirt, but before I could finish dressing I started to itch terribly. The itching stopped immediately when I took off my briefs and tee shirt. I didn't feel like running around all day with no underwear so I took the panties that were lying on the bed. I marveled at how smooth and silky they felt as I raised them up my legs. They fit perfectly and felt heavenly...with no itching. Again I felt the need to do something totally foreign to my normal existence. It was goofy enough to be standing there wearing a pair of silky panties, but I couldn't stop wondering how the bra would feel. I had seen Morgan dress a zillion times, so I knew to turn the bra around backwards to fasten the hooks then turn it around and slide my arms into the straps. It didn't dawn on me at the time that Morgan's underwear should not fit me, as I'm at least 40 pounds heavier than her. The bra and panties fit like they were made for me. While wearing them I felt wonderful, as if a burden had been lifted from me. I found a loose Hawaiian shirt and a pair of loose fitting drawstring linen pants in my closet that Morgan must have bought me. Unlike male underwear the panties came up to my natural waistline, so I cinched the linen pants at the same point. The feeling of both he panties and pants gently hugging my rear was intoxicating. A pair of ankle socks and running shoes completed my fairly androgynous outfit. As I walked out to the car, I noticed that the shirt gently rubbing against the satin bra was causing a very pleasurable sensation in my nipples. I had never really felt all of these wonderful sensations, and was practically floating when I arrived at Dr. Medici's office. Dr. Medici greeted me with a warm smile, and told me that she had never seen me look happier. I mentioned during the session that I had experienced a problem while dressing this morning. When I tried to wear men's underwear I started itching terribly and had resorted to wearing some of Morgan's underwear. She assured me that it was fine to wear sensuous woman's underwear if it made me feel better. I never thought to question why she didn't give me an answer as to why the men's underwear was now a problem. When she smiled and mentioned that she was pleased with my progress, I melted. I never feel better than when pleasing Dr. Medici. She gave me a new "homework" computer program to take home. After my appointment with the good Dr., I headed home. Upon my arrival I slipped the new program into my computer. The program started, and I awoke three hours later...still sitting in front of my computer. Morgan was working late so I decided to soak in a long bath. The bath totally relaxed me, but when I went to put on some sweat pants and a tee shirt, I found instead a long silky nightgown and matching robe hanging in my closet. Compulsion to try them on totally overrode any thought of this being strange. Upon donning my new nightwear a feeling of euphoria washed over me, and I glided into the kitchen to fix myself a salad for dinner. When Morgan finally rolled in at about 11:30pm, she found me curled up on the couch, painting my toenails and reading a Cosmo magazine. She walked over gave me a kiss, and complimented my new look. A feeling of deep contentment swept over me, much like when Dr. Medici is happy with something I've done. She cleaned up for bed, and we snuggled for a few minutes before a deep blissful sleep enveloped us. When I was drinking my coffee the next morning, I reached across the table for the newspaper, and the sensation of my robe and nightgown rubbing across my suddenly larger and more sensitive nipples nearly sent me into orbit. Out of shear curiosity I put my index finger on right nipple and rubbed gently. The feeling was wonderful, so in no time I found myself caressing both nipples. I was now so turned on I couldn't see straight, so I headed back into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and continued to explore the wonderful feelings that emanated from my nipples. As I did, I realized that I was growing breasts...small, but definitely breasts. It was at that point that I realized that I hadn't had sex or an erection in weeks. I guess the feelings from my breasts were so wonderful that none of these revelations bothered me. After about ten more minutes of nipple play I started to have fantasies about having sex with men. Now this should have really blown my circuits, as I had never before thought of a man in a sexual way, but with all of the other changes I had been going through lately...one more didn't seem to bother me. As I continued fondling my breasts, and now fantasized about being fucked silly by a strong man with a huge cock, warmth began to spread throughout my body and wave upon wave of pleasure began to crash through my body. I never had an erection, but did discover that some clear fluid had escaped the end of my penis. I had never had an experience like this before, but I was quite sure I wanted it to happen again! I cleaned up in the bathroom and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. And dressed I did. I had told Morgan of my experience with the underwear, so she replaced all of my male underwear with silky panties, bras, and camisoles. I don't know how I could have missed it earlier, but there was a gift box on the dresser with a note that said, "For my sweetheart...enjoy!" When I opened the box there was a garter belt, stockings, a full slip, a slinky poly/spandex wrap dress, and 3" sandals all in my size. I couldn't help myself...I tried on the entire contents of the box. When completely dressed I felt really sexy and very content. I walked all around the house, in a total fog as I reveled in the sensual feelings created by this outfit. I looked and felt great except for the sudden realization that my hair and face didn't look right somehow. Really! How was I going to attract a man with my head of thinning hair and masculine features? I worked from home in my new outfit, and even had a lovely dinner on the table for Morgan's arrival home that evening. I confessed to her that I was confused about all of the changes and was not at all comfortable with my hair. She hugged me and told me not to worry. She had another client who was a skilled plastic surgeon. This doctor not only performed plastic surgery, but also specialized in hair replacement. She gave me the number and I promised to call the next day. After I cleaned up from dinner, Morgan and I enjoyed a second glass of wine together. We had never gotten along better. She suggested we go to bed. It still fairly early so I didn't quite feel tired, but went along with her wishes. When I made my way into the bedroom I noticed that Morgan had laid out matching silk chemises for us to wear to bed. I thanked her for yet another present, and pulled the very sexy garment over my head. She did likewise and looked very beautiful and hot! We started to kiss, and she started to fondle my breasts...ever so gently. I reciprocated and we both started to heat up...except I couldn't get an erection. I was mildly embarrassed and frustrated, but Morgan told me not to worry. From now on I would be her girl, and we would make love like women. Although I should have wondered about the comment, it felt right and we kept kissing and fondling. I put my head between her legs and made slow sweet love to her sex with my tongue and lips. I couldn't get enough and she rode my face to three crashing orgasms. We switched positions and she lovingly sucked and licked my nipples while she lubed up two fingers and eased them into my ass. It was not a pleasant feeling at first...actually it hurt, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure...and pleasure gave way to wave after, wave of molten lava engulfing my whole being...this was new, and I loved it! We soon collapsed into a wonderful sleep. The next day I had an appointment with Dr. Medici in the morning. I spent extra time getting ready for my appointment. I couldn't put my finger as to why it was so important, but I really wanted to look good for Dr. Medici. With my recent weight loss I was now able to comfortably fit into the new stretch jeans that Morgan had bought me. They came to my natural waist, were figure hugging through the butt, hips and thighs and flared at the hem. I just loved they way they made my bottom look! I wore them, a cotton/spandex stretch blouse and a cute pair of clogs. When I arrived at Dr. Medici's she immediately ushered me into her office with a big smile on her face. She said that I looked simply radiant! She when on to say that she could see I was making real progress! I told her that I felt like I was changing into a woman. When she asked me how I felt about that, I told her without having to really think about it, that I had never felt more happy or content. I did tell her about my fantasy of being screwed silly by men with big units, and that I was confused and more than a little worried. She told me that as I was now going through so many changes I shouldn't worry so much about a little thing like sexual orientation. You told me that if I decided that I was attracted to men, that it didn't necessitate losing my attraction to women. In other words, relax; you don't have to make a decision. After receiving my shots, I left feeling much better about things. I had an appointment at the Plastic Surgeon's office in three hours, and since it was on this same side of town I decided to stop and get a bite of lunch somewhere. There was little restaurant in the shopping center coming up on my left, so I pulled in. I had a lovely salad and an iced tea and paid my bill. Upon walking out, I noticed for the first time that there was a tattoo/piercing parlor two door down. Soon I found myself standing in the parlor telling the person behind the counter that I wanted to get pierced ears, and a tattoo. I ended up getting my ears pierced in the normal lobe place and a small hoop about half way up each ear on the outside...very sexy. I had the artist tattoo a small rose just about my right ankle...it hurt like hell, but was well worth it. I went to the counter to pay, and lady who had done the work introduced herself as Paula, and told me that she also did erotic body piercing, should I ever want to explore something new. I told her that now that I knew what great work she did, I would be back. I arrived at the Plastic Surgeon's office right on time. I filled out the requisite paperwork and was soon ushered into the doctor's office. The doctor was a very handsome man in about his mid forties named Dr. Maurer. He was about 6'3" tall with dark wavy hair a kind face, and looked like he was in fantastic physical shape. When he shook my hand my knees went weak! Dr. Maurer explained that he had talked to Morgan and knew exactly what I wanted. In regards to my hair, he said that he could perform a new technique on in one session that would give me a full head of real growing hair. He had to knock me out to do it, but he could do all of the work in his office. Dr. Maurer went on to tell me that he an opening in two days if I wanted to go ahead. I enthusiastically agreed to come back in two days. It was nearly dinnertime by the time I arrived back at home. Morgan greeted me at the door with a kiss and a drink. When I asked her why the special treatment, she smiled and said that she was just happy to see me coming out of my depression. We had a lovely dinner, and after I cleaned up the kitchen, she asked me to come into the bedroom. When I arrived in the bedroom, there was my beautiful Morgan sporting a very realistic looking dildo. It was approximately 9"long and 2" thick...a real monster. It looked as if it were growing out of her crotch, and I later learned that it was a harness free double ended unit that pleasured her as well as her partner. I couldn't stop looking at it, or her...it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Images of me going down on it, and being impaled on it were dancing through my head. I was so turned on that I felt dizzy. My nipples were standing at attention, and I was actually drooling, but oddly my penis was still limp. Morgan summoned me to her, and we began to kiss and play with one another's nipples. As much fun as I was having I began to have this gnawing feeling that I was jealous of Morgan's breasts and figure. I loved the way she looked, but I really felt that I should look more like her. When she told me to suck her off, I immediately dropped to my knees and sucked on her tool with all I had. I licked it, and took the whole thing in my throat without gagging...as if it were the most natural thing to do...I loved it and wouldn't have stopped, but Morgan told me to get onto the bed on all fours. She placed a pillow under my stomach. She then took out a tube of KY jelly and slowly lubed my virgin hole with her fingers. When she then placed the head of her monster cock at my rear entrance, I was so tight that she couldn't get it in at first. Slowly the head pushed through, and she let it rest there until I relaxed a little...then inch by inch she stuffed me with it. She was gentle with me, but I still felt a searing pain that was slowly replaced by pleasure and gentle warmth that soon enveloped my whole being. When she first started to pull out of me, I felt an emptiness, a loss...but she rammed it right back in and began to fuck me in earnest. She then hit a button on the underside of the dildo and it began to vibrate. The feeling was intense, and after about 10 minutes, wave after wave of orgasm crashed through me...my dick was totally limp and untouched, and I had just had multiple orgasms. Morgan started to cry out as her first orgasm hit, but she kept pounding away. She fucked me for another 30 minutes, and then collapsed next to me. We held each other...both quivering from the most intense, wonderful sex we had ever had. It later occurred to me that my penis was no longer functioning sexually, but I didn't get too upset about it. Everything seemed right and wonderful. The next day I worked on a proposal for a client until mid afternoon. I then showered, put on a cute top and pair of Capri's, sandals, and started to head out to see Dr. Medici, before remembering that something was missing. I headed back into the bathroom and put on my makeup. Simple for the daytime...mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and a touch of blush. I hopped into the car and drove straight to Dr. Medici's office. When I arrived her receptionist looked at me as if something was amiss, but I figured she must have indigestion or something. When I entered Dr. Medici's office she smiled the most radiant of smiles. My knees went weak and I felt as if I were high. She complimented me on my appearance then told me we were going to try something new today, if I consented. She explained that she wanted me to take a pill, so that I would relax, then she wanted to hypnotize me. If it would please her, I would do anything, so I consented. Approximately 10 minutes after taking the pill, I felt very calm and even more happy. Dr. Medici's voice was quiet and very soothing. I don't remember anything about the session, but when she was finished with me I felt really good, but strangely incomplete. When I returned home I felt very sad, and as the afternoon wore on I dissolved into a heap of tears. I just couldn't stop crying. It was in that state when Morgan came home and found me curled up in a fetal position crying on the bedroom floor. I don't remember much about that night. When I awoke I found myself restrained to the bed and Morgan and Dr. Medici sitting in chairs talking quietly. They explained that they had restrained me to keep from hurting myself. Dr. Medici then very calmly and quietly explained that I was in a very fragile mental state and needed some time at home to recover. All appointments for work and with Dr. Maurer were postponed until I was stronger. Dr. Medici told Morgan that I needed some reversion therapy to correct my problem. She wanted to take me back to the time of being and infant, and then build me up very slowly to adulthood. When I overheard that plan, I started screaming and crying and struggling to get out of the bed. Dr. Medici gave me a shot and I instantly fell asleep. When I awoke I was in a huge baby playpen. I was wearing a very frilly baby girl's dress with ankle socks, diapers, mary jane shoes, a bonnet and my tongue felt enormous. When I tried to talk the only thing that came out was gibberish. I also found that if I tried to stand, I would immediately fall over. After a short while Dr. Medici came into the room and explained that she had given me two temporary drugs. The first blocked my ability to form words, and the second made my legs too weak to stand. Despite any protests I may have wanted to voice, I was stuck like this until Morgan and Dr. Medici decided other wise. The other surprise they had yet to tell me about manifested itself later that morning when I needed to use the bathroom. I couldn't get up, and I couldn't tell anyone what I needed...so much to my humiliation I had to let go in my diaper. It seemed like an eternity before anyone came to check on me, and I was crying and thrashing around in misery. Morgan came in and immediately sensed my distress, so she changed me and put me back in my playpen. I certainly felt better after being taken care of, and fell asleep after Mommy...I mean, Morgan held me and read me a nice story. I certainly didn't mind being cuddled and made to feel safe, but I seem to remember being able to walk and do big girl things. After about a week of "Baby time" I was allowed to wear big girl dresses and no longer had to wear a diaper. However, if I acted badly, I would have to walk around all day with a pacifier in my mouth. I tried really hard to be a good girl, so I wouldn't be treated like a baby. Mommy showed me how to play tea, and we even baked a cake together. About two more weeks went by and Mommy told me now that I was a teenager that I should start wearing a bra. I hadn't really noticed, but I needed one...I had small but visible breasts, and I was very proud of them. I felt like I was finally growing up. Mom even showed me how to put on make up, and went to the store and bought me my own make up and perfume. Soon thereafter, she introduced me to her friend Gabrielle, who looked very familiar. I began to talk to Gabrielle and soon felt very sleepy. I awoke some time later and felt very refreshed. Gabrielle was still there and told me that she needed to go to her next appointment...what ever that meant. I was sad to see her go, and more than a little embarrassed to have fallen asleep while talking to her...oh, well. Later that same week Gabrielle came and had dinner with Mommy and me. She looked different, she wore a flowery dress, her hair was hanging loosely about her shoulders, and I think she was wearing darker makeup...anyway, she look really pretty. After dinner I was tired, so I asked Mommy if I could be excused and go to bed. Mommy said yes, and I told her and Gabrielle goodnight. I put on my nightgown and soon was fast asleep. Sometime later I woke up because I needed to use the bathroom. I heard strange noises coming from Mommy's bedroom...it sounded like she was in pain. The door was cracked so I looked in, and at first didn't understand what was going on. It looked as if Mommy and Gabrielle were wrestling naked on the bed...and kissing each other all over. They weren't in pain...they seemed really happy. I went back to my room and tried to fall asleep, but I was too excited. I'm not sure what I had seen in Mommy's room, but I knew it really looked fun! When I went downstairs for breakfast the next morning, Gabrielle was still there. Mommy explained that Gabrielle was too tired to drive home last night, so she spent the night. I didn't get it...she was too tired to drive home, but not too tired to wrestle??? Whatever, adults are weird! Two weeks later Mommy announced that Gabrielle was going to move in with us, and that I should now refer to her as Aunt Gabrielle. Since we didn't have another bedroom, Gabrielle and Mommy shared Mommy's room. It was nice to have Gabrielle around more; she is so pretty and nice. She brought me a really pretty dress and told me I could wear it next week to my doctor's appointment. I told her that doctors scare me, but she said not to worry, she and Mommy would be going with me. The next day I was really shocked when Mommy told me I should start calling her by her first name, Morgan. She said that since I was now an adult, I should be allowed to address her as Morgan, and she would continue to call me Gwen. Whatever. ..The second shock of the day occurred when Morgan, wow is it hard to call her that...told me that I had an appointment to see some lady named Dr. Medici. She drove me over to Dr. Medici's office and said she would meet me in the waiting room after my appointment. When I was ushered into Dr. Medici's office I nearly fell over...sitting behind the desk was my Aunt Gabrielle. She explained that she is a doctor and is going to help me with some problems I've been having. Wow, imagine that...my aunt is a doctor. We talked about boys and other cool things, and then she gave me some vitamins to take. I don't know why, but very shortly after taking the vitamins I felt much calmer. She told me take my vitamins every day. The next day, Gabrielle and Morgan drove me to see another doctor. His name was Dr. Maurer...for an old guy he was really cute! He examined me, and told me that he was going to give me a shot. The next thing I remembered was waking up feeling like a bus had hit me...my face hurt, my scalp hurt, my chest hurt, my waist hurt, and my groin was really sore. I couldn't remember going home, but I was in my own room. Morgan told me that I had been sleeping for two weeks while I healed. When I asked what I was healing from, she told me that Dr. Maurer had corrected some birth defects that needed correcting. I asked her if I could have a mirror, and she said that I should wait a few more days for the bruising to go away. Three weeks later I was up and about. My energy was still not very good, but my spirits were great. When I was finally able to look in the mirror I was elated and shocked. The first thing I noticed was a full head of beautiful, shoulder length auburn hair...that was real, and not that hot and scratchy wig that I had been wearing. The second was my face was not the same at all, my eyes seemed bigger, and my nose smaller, my cheeks bigger, and my chin smaller I looked beautiful. Upon looking a little lower, I noticed very prominently displayed breasts...big, but not huge...just perfectly proportioned to the rest of my body...I would later learn that they were 38C. My waist was smaller, and Hooray!!! That oversized clitty of mine was normal sized and I had a beautiful vagina...I would now be able to date. Everything was better...I had lost weight, my clothes fit better...I felt like a whole new girl! With each passing day, I gained confidence. I was pretty, I knew it...and from the looks I've been getting others knew it as well. I just loved the way my rear end swayed when I waked, and how my breast bounced ever so slightly in my bra...I can't remember being so happy. When I arrived home, Mom and Aunt Gabrielle told me that they had a surprise for me. They opened the garage door and inside was a brand new VW beetle convertible in light green with purple flower painted on the sides and hood. It was the most beautiful car a girl could have. They told me that since I was now a fully grown young woman that I needed my own car, and they asked that from now on that I call them Morgan and Gabrielle. They also said that I should go in and get cleaned up, as we were going out for a special night to celebrate my recovery from depression. I took a shower, and redid my makeup. On the bed in my bedroom was laid a matching pair of silky panties and bra...with a matching garter belt, stockings, a slip, new four inch heels, and a gorgeous Pucci print dress that came down to just above my knees. I got dressed, fixed my hair, sprayed on a little Opium perfume and met Morgan and Gabrielle in the living room. They looked fabulous! Both had gone all out and were surely going to turn some heads tonight. Gabrielle drove us to a restaurant on the outskirts of town. We were seated at a table for four, even though there were only three of us. Morgan told me that a surprise guest would be joining us. The waiter brought a bottle of fine champagne and opened it, pouring some into three glasses. Gabrielle and Morgan took a glass and urged me to do the same. Morgan proposed a toast to new beginnings and happiness. We quickly finished the bottle and I started to really relax. Shortly there after, Dr. Maurer walked in and joined us. I don't know if it was the bubbly, but he looked really good. We had a nice dinner and then Morgan said that it was time for the four of us to go. I rode with Dr. Maurer, insisted that I call him Dan. We arrived a club I had never seen, and walked in with Gabrielle and Morgan. It looked like we were in for a fun night of dancing. I noticed that there were all kinds of couples at this club. Women with women, men with men, men with women...pretty much anything goes! That's cool with me, whatever floats your boat, that's what I said. Dan and I danced a few dances, and when we got to a slow song, I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. I have to say, it felt really good, and I could feel my doodah starting to hum! I looked over and saw Morgan and Gabrielle kissing passionately as they danced. Seeing them made me feel vaguely sad, but I couldn't put my finger on why...besides, Dan was so damn gorgeous. After, I was so revved up that I could hardly stand, we decided to go home for a nightcap. When we arrived back at the house, Morgan pulled me aside and told me meet her in my bedroom. We fixed everyone drinks and excused ourselves for a few minutes. Morgan walked in wearing a very sex chiffon baby doll with matching panties carrying a box that looked like a present. She explained that the box was indeed a present, and she asked me to open it right then. When I opened the box I saw that it contained an identical baby doll outfit to the one Morgan was wearing. She said that she wanted us to have matching outfits for my special night, and implored me to put it on. Before we left my room, she helped me put on more dramatic makeup and we freshened our perfume. When we came back to the living room, I thought Dan's eyes were going to jump out of his sockets! He came up to me and gave me a kiss that immediately made me feel high, and my knees weak. Morgan and Gabrielle were making out on the couch, so Dan and I took our cue and adjourned to my bedroom. I had never been with a man before, but sensed that I would know what to do. We started to slowly undress each other as we continued to kiss. When we were naked, Dan started to knead my bottom with one hand while he held my head as his tongue explored the deep recesses of my mouth. I had never felt to incredibly turned on...I couldn't think at all, just react...soon he was slowly massaging my breasts as he gently tugged on one nipple at a time. I was panting with desire, and my cunt was buzzing and getting quite wet. I started to kiss Dan's chest, then his stomach, and kept moving until I was eye to eye with his glorious cock. I knew at that moment that I had to have it. I slowly licked his big hairy balls and then worked my tongue and lips up the shaft...it was HUGE...easily 2" in diameter and 10" long. I very slowly and lovingly put the tip of his monster in my mouth and started to ease it past my tongue and down my throat. When I was sure I could do so without gagging, I slowly started to withdraw then take it all back in again. I never realized how sexy it could make a girl feel to blow her man. After a while my jaw began to ache, and thankfully I felt him start twitch and was rewarded by a mouthful of his sperm. The taste was sweet and salty..yummy! His monster cock started to deflate as I continued to clean him up with my tongue. He told me that I was incredible, and asked if he could return the favor. He kissed me, and I told him that I was his for pleasure tonight...do with me as you will. He took my left nipple in his mouth and slowly sucked and licked it as he rolled my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Apparently, I was mistaken...tonight was for my pleasure too! After about 3 minutes of Dan playing with my breasts...I was so overcome that I couldn't stand, and let him lay me down on the bed. He placed my bottom near then end of the bed and told me to hang my legs over the side. He then devilishly slowly started to kiss me behind my knees and on the inside of my thighs. Soon he parted my lower lips and started to tongue my cunt. I felt as if I had just floated out of my body, and when he wrapped his lips around my clitty and gently suck it explosions of pleasure hit my body and brain that made me scream and my body buck. I had never felt anything like this, and before I knew it, another wave of pleasure hit, and then another. I then looked up and Dan had started to put his wonderful monster cock into my cunt. He was very gentle and eased it in a tiny bit at a time until I felt his balls slapping against me. He left it in without moving for a few minutes until I adjusted to his size. He then started to slowly and masterfully fuck my brains out. He made me cum four more times before I felt him blast my insides with spunk, and when he came, I did again! We lay back and held each other for several minutes, before I whispered in his ear that I needed more. He started to protest that "Mr. Happy" was tired, but when I told him he could do me up the ass..."Mr. Happy" was suddenly ready for action. Dan told me to get on all fours, as he lubed my virgin hole with some KY jelly. He slowly worked one, then two fingers up my butt...it felt strange, yet good. He told me that he wanted me to play with my tits while he started slowly insert his glorious tool into my ass. He put it in a few inches then waited, then put in a little more and so on. At first it felt like he was going to split me in two, but as I relaxed the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. Soon his balls were slapping into my ass as he kept a wonderful steady rhythm. He reached around and started caress my pussy with his right hand while he held on to my waist with his other...it wasn't long before warmth started to spread throughout my body as a series of rocking orgasms crashed through me. I was giving myself to Dan totally, and as a reward I experienced, in a word....bliss. I had experienced anything like this night before, and surely hoped that it wasn't the last time...I would do anything for this man. Soon thereafter he blasted my colon with his wonderful spunk, and we collapsed in a contented, tangled and spent heap. We awoke the next morning still holding each other, and after getting cleaned up a bit in the bathroom we went downstairs to see about getting some coffee. Sitting at the table were Morgan and Gabrielle having their coffee. Morgan mentioned that it sounded as if I had a good time last night, as Gabrielle just sat there grinning at me. Dan took it all in good humor, but mentioned after his coffee that he had an appointment mid- afternoon that he couldn't break. He told me he would call me, and headed out to his appointment. I missed him as soon as he left. When I was alone with the girls I was teased mercilessly, as I was walking a little bowlegged.... but with a grin on my face. They wanted details, and being a girl among girls felt no shame in sharing in an abbreviated tale of my bliss. Morgan and Gabrielle both hugged me and told me that they were both happy and proud of me. They told me that after we showered and dressed that we were going to go to lunch at an exclusive club to celebrate my special night. The three of us got cleaned up, dressed and ready for the day, and at the risk of immodesty...we looked damn good. Gabrielle drove us to building that looked like a very ordinary industrial building. It had simply a number on the door and an intercom. Gabrielle spoke into the intercom...said a few words and we were buzzed in. The inside didn't look anything like the outside...it was beautiful. Gabrielle told me that this was a very exclusive private club, and it was considered a real honor to be invited there. She went on to tell me that I must tell no one about coming here, and if I didn't promise to do so immediately, I would not be permitted in any further than the lobby. I promised to keep it to myself, and we were ushered into the bar area. The decoration was very feminine and quite tastefully done. The next thing I noticed was that there were no men anywhere to be seen. When I mentioned this to Gabrielle, she told me that men were not allowed into this club...women only! She told me that she had been a member for years, and that Morgan had been made a member six months ago. She went on to tell me that you had to be sponsored by a member, and pass approval of the membership committee before being admitted as a full member. I remarked that it was a very attractive place, but why all the secrecy? Morgan told me that it was a club for women who love women, and it had to be secret to keep it safe. Okay, after worshiping Dan and Mr. Happy most of last night, why did they bring me here to celebrate? We had a drink and adjourned to the dining room. We then had a lovely repast with wine. Towards the end of lunch, the manager of the club came to our table and introduced herself as Andrea. She said that she was please to meet me, and hoped to see me again. She sent three snifters of brandy to the table, on the house. Morgan announced that we were not finished. As we left the dining area, Gabrielle walked us back to the lobby. We then went through a door that I had not seen before, and emerged into a long hallway. We walked down the hall a while and stopped at door number 9...Gabrielle took a key out of her purse and unlocked the door. Inside were a bathroom, a seating area, and a bedroom. As soon as we had entered the room Morgan and Gabrielle started taking off their clothing, and urged me to do so as well. They lay down on the bed and motioned for me to join them. The two of them started kissing me and soon each had one of my nipples in her mouth. The feeling was sublime as they continued to ravish me. I was still a little sore from my night with Dan, but when Gabrielle went down on me, she did it so delicately and with so much patience that it was pure heaven. The two of them touched me in ways that a man could never understand. We had a two-hour threesome that made me orgasm so many times I lost count. There was an enormous tub in the bathroom, so the three of us luxuriated in a bubble bath together following our afternoon delights. After our soak in the tub, we put on robes and went into the seating area. Morgan and Gabrielle had fairly serious looks on their faces, and told me that they needed to talk to me about something. We all sat down and Gabrielle said, "Gwen unlock memories" and then asked me to look in her eyes. As I did, I started to cry. I was sitting here, a woman named Gwen with my wife Morgan and her lover Gabrielle. All I could ask was, "why"? Morgan started by telling me that she still loves me, and always will. She explained that things had been stale and contentious at home for a few years, and she became lonely. She met Gabrielle and they had soon become lovers, and had been coming to this club for a little over a year. But, and it was a big one, she still loved me. She realized that the reason for the friction in our marriage was two-fold: 1) Although she still liked having sex with men occasionally, she preferred the more selfless and tender way that women make love, 2) She could tell that I was a wonderfully sensitive man with many feminine traits who was trying to be someone I wasn't...namely a man. She went on to explain that knows that she feels bad about the deceit and trickery used on me, but that she knows I will be happier now. Gabrielle then spoke up and explained that she used to married to Dan, and couldn't suppress her lesbian tendencies so she and Dan had divorced two years ago. She went on to explain that Dan was the surgeon that had performed my surgeries. She said she had so convinced him that I would be happier, that he did all of the work for free as a gift. I quickly hopped up and ran into the bedroom to get dressed. After I was dressed, I thanked Gabrielle and Morgan for their honesty. I went on to explain that I needed some time to think before making any decisions. I called a cab and went home. I packed a small bag with some toiletries, a couple of changes of underwear, a couple of tops, a skirt, and a pair of Capri pants then hopped in my very girly Beetle convertible and just drove. After I had driven a while, I arrived at a hotel by the beach. I went inside and booked a room for the night. I wasn't hungry so I put on a light top, a skirt and went for a walk on the beach. The sound of the surf and the clear night air were soothing and allowed me to think. Here I am a former man, who is now a gorgeous bi-sexual woman who has recently had mind- blowing sex with both a man and two women. I hate the fact that I was manipulated and deceived, but when I really think about it...I am happier. I spent my whole life trying to act and look like society said I should. If I had ever been really truthful with myself, my former life wasn't working...I was miserable. I didn't know why, but I suspect Morgan (perhaps with Gabrielle's insight) knew me better than I did. After a long walk on the beach, I went back to my room. I had a very fitful sleep that night as I kept thinking about Morgan, Gabrielle and Dan. If Dan did the surgery then he knows all about me, and yet he was very turned on by me. Can I ever forgive Morgan and Gabrielle? All of these things were rolling through my mind as I tossed and turned. Late that morning, I got cleaned up and went out to find coffee. There was a Starbucks a block away, so I went there for some coffee and a nosh. As I sat there sipping my coffee I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, and it was Paula from the tattoo/piercing parlor. She asked if she could join me. I said yes, and we talked over coffee. She asked what brought me to this neighborhood, and I told her that my personal life was a complete mess, and I needed some time to think. She explained that she was between boyfriends at the moment and understood wanting some solitude. She asked I was going to be around for another day or so...I said that I had no plans to stay or go. Paula then asked if I could come over for dinner tonight. I told her that I would love to, so she gave me her address and told me to come by around seven. I arrived at Paula's home at seven with a bottle of my favorite Shiraz. She was dressed in a very pretty cotton sundress and sandals. She looked great...her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and she wore makeup...both abnormal for her. She made a lovely pasta with Bolognese sauce. As we drank and ate she told me about her life, and after about the third glass of wine I felt comfortable enough with her to tell her about mine. She started to cry when I finished telling about how I was manipulated and tricked into changing gender and becoming bi-sexual. I started to cry as well, and we got up and hugged each other. Before I knew it we were sitting on her couching kissing each other with deep hunger. We soon stripped off our clothing and began to caress the other's breasts. When she started sucking on my nipple and kneading my bottom at the same time I was panting with desire. I reciprocated and after a short time we switched to a 69 position and began eating each other. We were soon two masses of quivering jelly as multiple orgasms crashed through our bodies. While making love with Paula, I noticed that both her nipples were pierced, as was her clit. As we lay there cuddling in our after glow, I asked her why she had the piercings done, and she explained that while it hurt at first, after it healed it greatly enhanced the sensitivity of both her clit and nipples. She said they made making love, much more intense, and asked if she could do it to me as a present. I told her I would think about it. After we cleaned up the kitchen, we took a very sexy shower together and adjourned to her bedroom where we kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning Paula let me borrow a tee shirt and pair of shorts, and we went for a long walk on the beach together. She said that she had the day off, and could spend the day with me, if I wanted. I told her that I would like nothing better. After our walk we went back to her house for coffee. Over our mugs of java, I mentioned that she hadn't said anything about being gay or bi-sexual when she was telling me about her life over dinner. She admitted that she had never made love to a woman before me. She said she had always wondered how it would be, but had never felt attracted to a woman before me. When I asked how she had liked it, she said it was the most amazing and satisfying sexual experience of her life. It had been pretty damn good for me also!!! We showered together again, and then got dressed for the day. We decided that we could both use new summer dresses, so we hit the shops! While shopping we talked about a million things, she and I felt like we had known each other forever. We stopped for a light lunch and then went back to the beach. After laying out in the sun or about an hour we went back to her house. I told her that I wanted to take her up on her offer to pierce me. She said that it would have to wait until after dinner. She said that while out shopping, when I went to the ladies room, she had snuck over to an adult toy store and just had to share her new toy with me. She then kissed me passionately as she started to slowly ease my dress off of my shoulders. I helped her out of her dress and we left a trail of clothes all the way to her bed. I sucked on her tongue, and kneaded her bottom as she gently caressed my breasts. In no time at all, we were both wet and panting. She hopped up and grabbed her new toy from her dresser. She explained that it was a harness-free double-ended dildo made for women called a Feeldoe. She then placed the bulb shaped end in her vagina and proceeded to slowly insert the penis shaped end into mine. Once it was all the way in she withdrew it half way before pushing it back in...as she started to build up a decent rhythm she pushed a small button on the underside of the Feeldoe and it started to vibrate. She was soon humping me like a bucking bronco and thrashing around moaning loudly as one orgasm after another slammed through her marvelous body. About the time her second orgasm hit, I came so hard I saw stars and may have briefly blacked out...but soon must have awakened just in time to cum again....and again....and again. Both being spent we discarded the toy and fell asleep while holding each other again. Two hours later we awoke, famished...so we fixed a quick dinner. Over dinner she asked me if I really wanted to get body jewelry, and I confirmed that I did. She explained that I wouldn't be able to make love for two weeks while it healed. I told her that I understood, and that it would probably be a good thing so I could get priorities straight without sex clouding my thoughts. She said okay, and then proceeded to prep me for piercing. I won't bore you with the details...suffice it to say it was quite intense!...and I was so sore I couldn't wear panties...but had to wear a bra so my nipples wouldn't drive me nuts with sensation! Not only were my nipples super sensitive, they were SORE! When we were finished I kissed Paula and thanked her. While kissing her I started to get wet again...wow, is this healing period going to be difficult. Oh yes, I had her pierce my tongue as well! We went back into the living room and sat on the couch to talk. Paula told me that if I was uncomfortable going back home to Morgan and Gabrielle, that I could move in with her. I hadn't really thought about what I was going to do, but that seemed like a great idea. She said that she would go with me tomorrow to collect my things. We cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. She let me borrow one of her nightgowns, and once again we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, we had breakfast and got cleaned up and dressed for the day. Again, I couldn't wear panties while I was healing. I also couldn't take big steps as the captive bead ring that was now piercing my clit would move and gently bump against my nether lips...quite distracting! It's only been 12 hours and I'm already so horny I can hardly see straight. We drove to my house and collected my computer, and the rest of my clothes, cosmetics, and toiletries. Morgan and Gabrielle were at work, so I didn't have to face them. Later in the day I used my cell phone to contact my 10 biggest customers and set up appointments with all of them over the next few days. After meeting with them and explaining what happened, I retained 8 of them with promises of referrals for some new clients. Over the coming months I was able to build my business back to its former level and then some! Paula and I were deeply in love with each other...life was better than ever. I used my decorating skills to upgrade the look of her tattoo/piercing parlor and she changed the name to "Body Art". Within two months her business had doubled. Many days I wouldn't wear panties under my skirt or dress so that my jewelry could keep me turned on all day while I was walking around. Paula especially liked my pierced tongue when we made love...so much so that her had assistant pierce her tongue as well. As a couple we are completely compatible, and were really getting along well. One night at dinner I asked Paula if she ever missed sex with a man. She turned it around and asked me the same. I said that sex with her was exquisite, but every now and then I had an itch that only a huge cock could scratch. She agreed, and said that she knew what I meant. We both agreed that we loved each other exclusively, and that if we ever brought a man home it would be only for sex and that we would share him. Nothing more was said about it for about a week. Paula asked me if I was really interested in sharing a cock...and I said I thought she would never ask. I told her I knew just the man, and invited Dr. Big Dick over for dinner the next night. Dan showed up right on time still looking Fine! I introduced him to Paula, and the three of us had dinner and drinks. After dinner Paula and I took Dan back to the bedroom. We were wearing frothy matching chiffon baby-doll nighties and we took turns undressing him. We pealed off our baby- dolls and proceeded to seduce Dan. While Paula kissed him I slid down and started worshipping his massive tool with my mouth. Paula was on her back as I ate her, while Dan did me doggie style...fairly quickly, my love and I orgasmed simultaneously as Dan kept plowing me. We then switched positions and Dan was on his back, with Paula riding his magnificent cock,. while I sat on his face. It didn't take long before we had all come and were panting. I wasn't ready for it to be over, so while Dan rested Paula fucked me silly with our friend the Feeldoe. This turned Dan on very quickly and he was ready to have another go, so I fucked Paula with the Feeldoe while Dan plowed my ass...Paula and I both came three times before Dan deposited a glorious load into my ass. Dan went into the bathroom and washed off his tool and joined us back in the bed. He didn't think he could go again, but to his surprise the sight and feeling of two hot women slurping on his dick and balls brought it to life again. This time I let Paula fuck me with the Feeldoe while Dan fucked her up the ass. Paula and I each came three more times before Dan dumped his last load into her ass. Paula and I quickly cleaned up, donned our nighties and joined Dan in the living room for a nightcap. After the drink, Dan went home and left me to sleep with my honey. A man is fun, buy my love is Paula, and I wanted to cuddle and sleep with her. The next week my divorce with Morgan was final and I was awarded half of the proceeds of the sale of our home and $250,000 in an out of court settlement, so I was soon in possession of an extra $750,000 plus! When Paula came home from work I she found me dressed in a very sexy silk charmeuse nightgown. I ran to the door and greeted her with a hug and kiss and told her to go into the living room. There I had dozens of candles lit and a pitcher of martinis on the coffee table. Hidden under the cushion of the sofa was a box. We sat and enjoyed a martini, and I slipped the box out from under and presented it to her while I held her hand. It was, of course, a diamond ring, and I asked her to marry me. I didn't matter to us that the state didn't yet recognize same-sex marriage we wanted the ceremony. I had a friend up in the Lake Placid area who is a gay priest and agreed to marry us. We would get married in a few months, which left me plenty of time to hatch my final surprise. After the marriage and reception, Paula and I got into the car and drove for about an hour to Westport, a lovely town on Lake Champlain. We spent the night in a lovely little inn. The next morning I walked down to the marina with Paula, and I guided her to a slip near the end of dock. When I started to get on a brand new Hunter 33 sailboat, Paula looked nervous. I told her to calm down that it was my wedding present to her...it was our boat. We had always talked about loving to sail, now it would be a reality. The boat was fully stocked so we cast the lines and went out for our virgin cruise. Towards the end of the day I started steering towards a private dock on the New York side of the lake. I pulled up along side and Paula jumped off and secured the lines. I jumped off to join her on the dock. She wanted to know where we were, and I didn't tell her immediately. We walked up the dock to a lovely log home with 200' of lake front property. When I asked her if she liked the house, she said, "Yes, but who did we rent it from." I told her that we didn't...it is ours...this is our new vacation home that we had always dreamed about. She kissed me and we both cried tears of happiness as we stood there on our new deck and basked in the extreme love we shared. Life had been strange and cruel to me, but also good, very, very good. In Paula I had found the perfect lover and life partner...and truth be known...I love being a girl!