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Summer Experiment
Chapter 14
Frankie talked to Dr. Howard three weeks later in his office during a
consultation about his planned upcoming surgeries. He was pleased with
what the doctor had to say and they spent more time talking about recovery
time than anything else. One part of the conversation had troubled him.
The doctor discussed his testosterone blockers and asked Frankie if he was
having any sexual reaction at all.
"Reaction?"
"Hmm, what I mean to say, Frankie, is are you getting any erections
anymore?"
"No."
Have you had any orgasms recently?"
"Yes, but there was little or no ejaculate. Just a bit of liquid."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Okay. It didn't bother me."
"Do you realize how long it's been since you've been taking the blockers?"
"Around nine months."
"Yes, and about this time, you need to either stop taking them or suffer
the consequences that we discussed, permanent impotence and a loss of sex
drive.
"Uh-huh"
"Well, I'm not preaching, but if you continue taking them much longer, you
will loose the ability to function completely as a man."
Frankie was thinking long and hard about their talk. He was excited that
in less than a week he'd be surgically transformed and he was excited that
school was almost over. But, he was surprised at his own reaction to what
the doctor had said. Frankie wasn't very anxious or concerned about losing
his sex drive and being permanently impotent. Recently, it hadn't seemed
half as important as looking pretty.
Frankie sat in front of his dressing mirror, brushing his hair. Soon,
school would be over and he could get a perm and have his hair colored. He
was thinking about a lot of blonde highlights since they would be spending
a lot of time at Helen's family cottage in the Hamptons and summer meant
blonde.
He was wearing a pale blue lace bikini and bra set that was covered in an
intricate lace pattern with tiny drawer strings on the hips and between
the cups. Frankie glanced at his bra. He knew he was growing. The doctor
said there was definite development in his chest and if he continued with
the hormones, he'd develop real breasts soon. Frankie still wanted to go
ahead with the collagen injections because he was tired of waiting. He
wanted cleavage.
As he sat there brushing his hair, he liked the idea that his penis lay
quietly, tucked back between his legs. He didn't look at it much anymore
and that suited him. He had never been large and now, it seemed that the
pressure of tucking it and pushing his testicles up inside his body had
almost made them stay there by themselves. His testicles and scrotum skin
seemed to be shrinking too. He noticed that the head of his penis seemed
smaller and because it never got hard, seemed to have retreated back into
the sheath of skin surrounding it almost as if he had never been
circumcised.
While he liked it when Helen licked his genitals during sex, but sometimes
he felt disengaged. What was happening to him? He certainly wasn't much of
a man these days. He spent all his time working on his book and dealing
with transgendered people. And other than when he was at school and with
his students, he wasn't really a guy anymore at all. At home, he was
always dressed. Frankie was a wife to Helen more than he was a husband.
He wondered where it would all lead. He wasn't sure but his inner self was
telling him to stop taking the blockers. As mush as he liked the peaceful
feeling of no sex drive and the contentment that he was feeling all the
time, he wondered what was going to happen to him if he castrated himself
chemically and there was nothing left.
Nothing left. Nothing, right? He sat there and carefully applied a light
foundation and then blush and then did his eyes. He was thinking about
lavenders and did his eyes with a light blue and purple color. Helen had
given him tinted contact lenses and when he wasn't wearing his glasses at
school he was a blue-eyed brunette.
He carefully outlined his eyes and ran a bit of color on his eyebrows.
They were a bit shaggy but next week he'd have them waxed for the summer.
The summer. Only a few days and he'd have curves and a pretty body and no
one would know he had ever been a man. He stood and chose a dress off a
hanger from his closet. The light blue cotton dress accented his eyes. It
was short sleeved and clung to his small waist. His corset training and
weight loss had paid off. He weighed one hundred and twenty pounds and
looked as pretty as can be. Next week, he'd weigh a few more pounds but it
would all be curves, shape, and he'd be the prettiest thing around.
He buttoned up the front of his dress and slipped into pretty blue shoes
that matched his dress. Frankie had some shopping to do and then he wanted
to get home in time to do some more work on the book.
Frankie checked himself in the mirror. Soon, he'd have hips and a pretty
round bottom to fill out his dress, too.
As the days flew by for his surgery date, Frankie didn't fear the
operation like he did the last time. And when he lay down on the surgical
table, Frankie embraced the local anesthesia that numbed the pain of the
dozens of injections of the doctor's mixture of collagen and dermaplast
that went into his body. He needed help walked down to the elevator and
out to the cab, but Helen was there for him.
At the end of the day, Frankie slept soundly in their bed, wrapped in
spandex body shapers that encouraged the injections to mix with his own
fat and hopefully giving him accentuated shape and form to the curves he
wanted.
For two days, Frankie woke to Helen's gentle urgings to sip clear liquids
through his swollen lips. Frankie rose to use the bathroom and to walk up
and down the stairs. By the end of the week, Frankie was back on his feet
and anxious to see the miracles of science.
The doctor had warned Frankie not to be disappointed with the results.
After all, the doctor had said, this is real life and we can't make you
something you aren't. The injections were only meant to add some curve and
weight to his breast line. Frankie was halfway to an A cup and the doctor
said that by strategically placing extra fat in certain areas, he'd have
enough mass to have more definition and the realistic fall of two breasts.
It was the same way with his buttocks and his hips. The nine months of
hormones had started to move fat and redistribute it, but it would take
years to naturally reach the same body state of that of a fifteen-year-old
girl. The injections were meant to move up the process a bit.
After a warm shower and a quick dry, Frankie stood in the sunshine by the
full-length mirror in their bedroom. He was no longer swollen from the
injections and all the medications were gone from his body.
He carefully inspected himself critically.
He was overjoyed. He could fill his hands with breasts and cup them
together suggesting even more than an A cup. Now his nipples and aureoles
fit the pretty flesh that rested on his thin upper body.
He could turn sideways and see his rounded backside and just how pretty it
looked. He was anxious to slip on a pair of form sitting pants to see just
how his long legs now ended in an attractive rounded butt. Hot ass, he
thought.
And the doctor had injected more collagen on his upper thighs and hips,
which gave him less of a boy look and much more of a womanly shape.
But the best part was his face. The old Frankie was gone. New cheek lines,
larger lips, and a defined chin that gave his face a prettier oval shape.
With his new nose and slender neck, Frankie looked as pretty as can be.
Helen watched her mate examining himself in the mirror. She smiled as
Frankie unconsciously stroked himself gently as he looked at himself. He's
turning himself on, she thought. He's in love with his own reflection.
Frankie turned to Helen with tears in his eyes. He loved what he saw. As
the two embraced, Frankie cried tears of joy. Helen dropped her scrubs to
the floor as they pulled each other to the bed. Their loving embrace
consumed each other as they went from tenderness towards true passion.
Helen had been Frankie's nursemaid for many days and she longed to feel
his fingers and tongue massaging her pubis bringing her to orgasm.
Frankie lovingly satisfied Helen expertly as another woman would. He
gently massaged her in all the right places using his own smooth and
shapely body to heighten her sensuality and expectations. As Helen came
over and over again, Frankie's newly collagened body excited them both.
Frankie's new lips felt wonderful nibbling her clitoris over and over
again.
As Helen lay there spent and satisfied, she realized that her partner had
not yet orgasmed. She moved Frankie over on his back and kissed his face
still wet with her secretions. Then she glided down between his legs and
licked and kissed his still flaccid penis. Frankie was so small that she
was able to take his full genitals in her mouth. As she warmed his cock
and balls stimulating them with her tongue, she pushed his legs his in the
air.
Frankie moaned with pleasure feeling the helplessness and security of the
moment. Helen's feminine smells filled his nose and as he lay there being
pleasured, he stroked his new breasts, teasing his nipples. He loved how
he looked and felt.
As Helen pushed his legs back almost to the bed, she pulled a pillow under
his bottom, lifting him up high, exposing him completely. "I have a
surprise for you."
Helen reached into their nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube and a
plastic vibrator that Frankie had never seen before. It was thin and long
and seemed to be made of jelly. Frankie watched as Helen skillfully
applied lubricant to it and proceeded to insert it gently in Frankie's
waiting bottom.
At first, there was some resistance. It was larger than Helen's fingers
which were the only thing that had ever been up there, but soon, Frankie
heard himself moaning in pleasure as Helen skillfully manipulated it in
and out encouraging Frankie to bear down with his muscles and cause some
resistance.
Frankie soon found himself pulling his own legs high in the air as Helen
licked his genitals and plunged the vibrator deep in and out of Frankie.
As the first rush of sexual pleasure ran through Frankie's body, he
screamed with delight and felt the sexual release of an orgasm.
Soon, he was begging Helen to stop as wave after wave of pleasure ran
through his body, causing him to scream out and giggle with pleasure. He
found himself bouncing up and down touching himself and the plastic device
as he finished himself into near blackout.
Spent, he felt the device slid out of his now raw bottom. As the cool air
spread over his now spent body, wet with perspiration, he realized he had
not ejaculated at all. As Frankie and Helen embraced, their skin still hot
from their lovemaking, Frankie knew he'd never miss his male self.
As they lay there together, Frankie heard Helen talking. She was going
over her schedule and how this afternoon started her hospital weekend. In
the past, Helen slept at the hospital since she'd be on call and it was
easier to work that way.
"You'll be alright, won't you? I was concerned that with your recovery you
might need some assistance, but after our lovemaking you seem to be just
fine."
Frankie giggled and kissed Helen hard on the mouth. "Fine? I'm better than
fine. Maybe I'll call the salon and see if they can work me in this
afternoon. I'd love to get my eyebrows done and get some highlights in my
hair."
Helen stroked Frankie's breast. "I love you, honey. I love you more than
ever because you are free enough to know how to be happy. This summer is
going to be the best time in your life."
They kissed and then shared a shower, scrubbing each other lovingly. As
they dried off, Frankie was thinking about tomorrow and what he would do
on his own.
Depending on whether he's get his hair appointment in today, he wondered
if Bruce would be home tomorrow.
Helen saw the dreamy look in Frankie's eyes. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Frankie kissed his wife. "I was thinking of visiting Bruce tomorrow. You
know, showing myself off."
Helen looked him in the eye. "Make sure he wears a condom."
This is the end of Chapter Fourteen. To those people who have emailed or
written constructive criticism, thank you very much. It means a lot to
know someone is reading. All criticism is appreciated. It only helps me
strive to do better. Thanks
Annalisa
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