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Marc wanted to scream, he wanted to run and somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to start laughing. But he literally found he could do nothing but stand there. The music blaring. The rest of the crowd still dancing. LeRoy Bridge suddenly finding the hot transvestite cheerleader he was getting his grove on with was now a blank staring statue. But while Marc's face had gone to a shocked blank, LeRoy's hadn't. Marc could even tell what was going through his good friend's mind. First there was confusion as to what was happening with his dance partner. Then an odd cockiness when, maybe, LeRoy was thinking that the cheerleader couldn't believe she lucked out in getting a stud like him, then confusion again. What did Marc in was LeRoy's look of concern. With the concern came a closer examination of the cheerleader's face to get a clue as to what was the matter. LeRoy got the clue. A wave of shock, then an odd smile, the shock that could only match Marc's hit his face. That was the pull on the trigger that got Marc moving. Turning quickly he made a mad dash for his friends. He had to get out of there. He had to go. But while he wasn't running in high heels, it wasn't like he knew how to run in these stupid school girl shoes. And who ever thought it was a good idea to hide your dick by pulling it up between your legs never had to move as fast as Marc was trying to. Like getting punch in the nuts with every step. Not that life hadn't just punch him in the nuts big time too. It must have been the speed he was traveling and the look on his face that let his friends know something had happened. "Oh my god Truffle, what happened?!" Angel said grabbing him and trying to slow him down. "He saw me. He saw ME, through all this shit to MARC!!! He knows I'm here and he knows I came dressed like....THIS. I have to go I have to go..." "Calm down," Momma Tee said getting up from the booth they commandeered earlier that evening. "Who saw you? You know someone who's here?" "Guy from school. LeRoy of all fucking people!! He's going to tell them all that he saw me. They're all going to know!!" "Marc." Momma Tee said making direct eye contact with Marc. "Calm down. Someone from your school is here and figured out who you are? Who? Where?" "Down on the dance floor. I was..." Marc said turning to show them all where he had been dancing only to find LeRoy standing on the steps leading up from the dance floor, still shocked out of his life. Marc didn't need to point and LeRoy didn't need to hear their conversation to know what was going on when 7 pairs of eyes locked on him. "Get him girls!" Angel yelled at the group. There was something within the psyche of LeRoy Bridge that normally would have enjoyed the idea of 5 drag queens tackling him and dragging him off. This wasn't that though. LeRoy was now discovering an unspoken truth about the world he entered that night. Despite the make up. The dresses, the high heels, the purses. Despite the general publics presumption of the urban drag queen. Pissing one off is not a good idea. Better yet 5. LeRoy was quickly taken away to a dark corner. "Come on, let's go talk to your friend," Momma Tee said putting her arm around marc. "I can't face him!!! He knows!! He's going to tell people at school!!" Marc said on the verge of heading into hysterics again. "Marc!! Think about it!! This guy saw you because.....he's here too. He can't tell anyone YOU were here without telling them HE was here." This slowly sank into Marc. LeRoy was......here. "What was LeRoy doing here?" "I'm guessing it's to meet girls like you. Most of the guys are. Let's go find out." They made their way through the crowd, it was fairly evident which way the group went. After crossing the upper floor they headed down a side hall to the restrooms. Momma Tee stopped Marc before they entered the ladies room. "You got yourself together now? Remember what I told you. This is about having the power. We're no longer concerned whether you're man enough to face him, but how big a bitch you can be when you do. Got it?" They entered the Ladies' Room to find Angel and his friends standing outside one of the stalls. There was quite a commotion going on, and Marc could hear LeRoy's angry voice from inside the mass of drag queens. Angel appeared to have LeRoy's shirt in his hands along with his phone. When he saw Marc coming and held out his cell. On the screen was a picture of LeRoy along with one of the other girls. "And there's more where this came from," Angel said starting to flip through the pictures. One photo after another of LeRoy in a classic compromising position, in a dirty toilet, with a different drag queen in each shot. "He's not going to be able to move against you without a flood of incriminating evidence hitting the web." "Awesome," Marc said scrolling though the shots. "This guy was on the football team with you? No wonder you took so long to transition. I'd want to stick around as long as I could too if it meant hanging out with meat like him," Angel whispered in a none to low a voice. Marc stood in the stalls doorway to face LeRoy. The black teen was stressing to no end, sitting on the toilet with his pants on, sweating more than he ever could on the dance floor. Even though his ultra tight white pants. So soaked with sweat that Marc could see LeRoy's dark almost pure black skin tone through them. LeRoy got that same glint of recognition in his eyes but soon it turned to anger. "Can you girls leave us alone for a bit? I think LeRoy and I need to talk," Marc said entering the stall. "You sure you don't need us?" Angel asked. ":LeRoy and I are old friends. I think we'll be OK now," Marc said slowly closing the stall door and pushing the little lock shut. He tried to remember Momma's words about being calm and in charge. "Wow. How many hours throughout the years have we spent in locker rooms and bathrooms....bet ya never thought we'd wind up like this?" "Fucking shit that is you!!!" LeRoy yelled. "I don't know how you found me here, why you followed me, or why you're dressed like that BUT YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME MAN!!! We're friends!!!" "You think I'm here because of you? Like I followed you? Your being here is just as big a shock to me, buddy," Marc asked "Why ELSE would you be here.......otherwise........oh shit." "Yea, oh shit." "Is....what? You mean?" LeRoy said, calming down to a stunned whisper. "Well you wanted to know what was going on. Well...." Marc said moving his hand across himself in his best Vanna White imitation. He waited for LeRoy to say something but the teen just sat on the toilet in slack jaw shock. "Yea, think how it feels like going through this on my end?" "Is that why you're off the team? Why you're not in school so much? And those pills we've seen you take? Is this...." "Adds up quickly once you see the cheerleader outfit, pretty much. Everything's been happening sort of fast but, yea had to start facing the truth about myself. Not going to be happy till, you know.....stop fooling myself and start admitting I should have always been a girl...." Marc said not really believing he was admitting this to LeRoy, but finding some measure of relief in being able to talk about this with someone he knew. "But I'm, as they say, dressed for the occasion.....you on the other hand..?" "Have...known I'm into guys since grade school, yea. No one knows, OK, NO ONE. Not my Mom. Not my Dad. Here with a cousin but we're like.....the only ones who know....and you now. Just started hitting the clubs and bars and shit, and now you're here and... FUCK THOSE PICTURES MAN!!! THEY CAN'T......." "First off, don't be so sure your secrets that much a secret. Finding my Dad knew a whole lot more about me than I ever knew. Your parents might not be in the dark as much as you think...or would like. Second don't worry about the pictures. I'll get them to delete 'em all. Just being protective. But is this why you're spitting hate at the swim team....and holy crap is that why you noticed my shaved legs? No one else did!" "Course I'm going to be putting up the hate on the swim team. Can't have anyone think I'm like that....even though I am. Always on the look out for a guy with a great pair of shaved legs. Shit dude. You know how many nasty thoughts I had about you with those shaved legs, and now to find out...damn," LeRoy said getting the smile back on his face that he had out on the dance floor before he recognized Marc. LeRoy reached out from his seated position and started running his hand up and down Marc's leg. Marc had felt his own hands running over the thin silky fabric almost every day since his box of undies showed up at the house. This was the first time it was someone else's hand. And it felt really good. LeRoy knew just where to run his fingers, just where to let his palm to the work. After a few strokes his range went higher, up Marc's dress and next to his inner thigh. Marc had not made eye contact with LeRoy since he started placing his hands on him. As the black teens long fingers rested momentarily on his inner leg, Marc looked down to find LeRoy looking up. With the unspoken approval given, LeRoy moved his hand over onto Marc's empty crotch. "Geez girl, you're done up right tonight. Tucked up good and tight?" LeRoy whispered in a tone a bit deeper than his usual purred baritone. "That was the idea," Marc responded, not understanding why he was enjoying this so much. LeRoy then worked his fingers into the waist of Marc's outfit and started pulling the layers of panties down. "My friends......my friends said I should be a bitch to you when I came in here...." "Oh, I can see making you my bitch tonight," LeRoy said giving a stronger yank on the clothing, which despite all it's tight stretch material was now around Marc's knees. LeRoy stood up and quickly unsnapped his white pants. They hit the floor with his belt buckle making a slight metal 'clink' on the tile. Marc found LeRoy wearing a thin white slip of a thong he'd have ridiculed anyone on the swim team for even thinking about wearing. But here in a Women's room toilet stall in a seedy warehouse Drag Circuit party LeRoy Bridge, Captain of the football team could barely keep his growing black cock inside his delicate white underwear. LeRoy released his dick, a dick Marc had seen hundreds of times, but never like this. Never this hard. Never with it's huge head growing by the second. Dripping in precum that was secreting out the tip. Small globs of it dripping off, leaving a long string of it between the dick head and the floor when it pooled on the tile. "You look like you're all set too," Marc said, hesitating briefly then taking LeRoy's cock in his hand. It was about as long as Angel's had been, but so much thicker. Marc could fee the veins pumping blood through to keep it that hard, and to get it harder. Marc saw his hand, the one that used to catch football, wrapped around a black teen's dick, his fingers capped off with fake red nails. He tried to make believe it wasn't his hand that started pumping the dick, down it's shaft to the wiry pubic bush on his best buddy's groin, and then back up stopping at the plum sized head. But it felt so great doing that Marc soon didn't want it to be anyone else's hand on that cock. "As you said, that's the idea. So, how 'bout it?" "I don't think I'm good enough at giving head yet to be able to fix my makeup afterwards..." "Not your mouth I'm thinking about girl," LeRoy said reaching down, going past Marc's still soft cock and balls, back to stick his finger between Marc's butt cheeks till it was dangerously close to his ass hole. "I don't know if I'm ready for..." Marc said taking his free hand, taking LeRoy and the wrist and starting to remove it from between his legs. "Would you be here, dressed like that, doing what you're doing if you weren't ready? Girl, what else did you come here tonight to do?" Lowering his head slightly, finding he could no longer make direct eye contact with LeRoy, Marc had to admit that he was right. It was a night to try new things. Even if, as his Father had told him, they would normally disgust him. Even if deep down Marc had to admit also, that he wanted this. Marc turned to face the closed door and arched his back some so his ass stuck out. Despite the stretch fabric around his knees, he was able to move his legs apart even more to so butt separated a bit more. "Oh wait. We should use a condom. I've got one out in..." Marc stopped himself from saying 'purse'. He was in a bathroom stall about to be fucked by a guy he'd spent over the last decade growing up with, but he wasn't ready to own up to the fact that he had a purse. "We're OK. I know I'm clean. You're too new to all this to have anything. Got a better chance of picking something off this floor than we do each other," LeRoy said flipping Marc's skirt up so his ass was completely exposed. "You have no idea how long I've been drooling over this hot ass of yours boy." Changing his reference of Marc from a 'girl' to a 'boy' threw Marc for the split second he had to think before LeRoy inserted a finger suddenly deep within Marc's asshole. Not even in playing around and experimenting had Marc even put anything up his ass. If he ever gave it a thought it would have been to figure it would have been close to how it felt like taking a shit, but maybe in reverse. But it was so much different than that. LeRoy's finger moved as it entered, pressing around, then he drew it back, only in insert two fingers. The slickness on the fingers combined with their hard knuckles and the built up calluses was driving Marc crazy. LeRoy was so quick to remove his finger's from Marc's ass and start pushing his dick head in, that Marc didn't even realize what was happening at first. He tried to prepare himself and even pushed back, thinking that might make it feel better. But the farther the cock head pressed into his virgin hole, the more it hurt. It wasn't like with LeRoy's fingers that could move and adjust, this was just a iron hard burning hot shaft entering him. And it hurt. "Hold on, hold on.....that's really hurting..." Marc said trying to catch his breath. "That's why they call it being a bitch," LeRoy said wrapping his arm around Marc's waist and pulling him onto his cock. Despite the make up, the cheerleader outfit, the false eyelashes, the panties, the hosiery, and even despite his tiny growing tits, the moan that came out of Marc was all man. He thought he might have been going blind but realized it was just his eyes rolling back into his head. Marc reached up, grabbed the toilet stall door by its top edge and almost ripped it off its hinges as LeRoy started fucking him. And there was no other word for what LeRoy was doing to his ass. Marc had the opportunity to have sex with several girls. Even did what he considered 'made love' to Sherri, who he thought he did love at the time. But LeRoy was fucking him. Marc could feel the thick cock slam into and out of his ass. Not just at the contact point with his hole. But when LeRoy pushed all the way in, he could feel the cock filling him. The heat was incredible. LeRoy's hands gripped Marc's shoulders like a vice. And the pumping still continued. Marc wasn't sure who's breath was getting deeper, his or LeRoy's. LeRoy let go of Marc's shoulders and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning against Marc so LeRoy's face rested on Marc's back. The pumping of his ass slowed slightly, then suddenly LeRoy pushed into Marc so hard he fell slightly forward till he was up against the stall door. But that was all LeRoy needed to get himself into Marc's ass so deep, that when he shot his load, Marc could almost taste it on his tongue. LeRoy held himself tightly against Marc's body for a minute, then slipped back, pulling himself out of Marc's ass and falling back on the toilet seat. Marc tried to gather his thoughts, to calm down and cool off. His main thought being that at least if he was going to spend the rest of his life getting fucked, at least the first time it was as a man. Marc wasn't sure what to do next. He could feel some of LeRoy's cum beginning to drip out of him, so he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe it up. Marc knew from the girls he'd dated that saying 'I love you' at a time like this was risky. And he knew he wasn't going to hear that >from LeRoy. So he bent down and pulled his panties back up the best he could. Noticing that his cock never did get hard and showed no signs of ever doing so again. Not even any precum on the tip. His father was right about it being dead. At least he could count on his ass making him feel alive though. It sure did that night. "We're going to have to do that again sometime bitch," LeRoy said giving Marc's ass a slap. "Sure do know how to show a girl a good time," Marc said opening the stall door and heading to the mirrors to check his make up. He waqs surprised how 'normal' he looked. Make up still passable. Not sweaty like LeRoy was. His friends back at the table might not even know he just had his ass cherry taken. "So what do we do now?" LeRoy said from the stall, pulling up his pants from the floor. "Despite all this, we need to talk more. Might be a good place for a fucking but not the conversation I think we still need. So I'm going to go back and hang out with my friends. I think you're going to have to leave." "Why's that?" LeRoy said sounding concerned again. "You said it yourself, picking up something nasty off that tiled floor. Except it was our pants, buddy boy. You've been sitting on one of the nastiest toilets I've even seen in the purest white pants ever made. If you don't mind my checking out your ass....yea, you've got one fucking nasty stain going on..." "DAMN!!!" LeRoy exploded. He moved past Marc and ran to one of the mirrors over the sinks and tried to turn around so he could see for himself. Which was a bad move. "DAMN!!!! You know how expensive these are!!! Fucking shit ring around my ass!! Stains all over the back side" "I'm not ready to go homemaker but that's never going to come out." LeRoy started storming towards the exit. "Hey!" Marc called after him. "Call me Sunday. Let's think this out tomorrow but call me Sunday." LeRoy seemed to calm down some. "Yea sure. Sounds good. I'm glad we....just glad.." Marc reached out and put his hand on the back of LeRoy's neck and pulled him close. Marc didn't know of a time when he had kissed one of his former girlfriends without her having lipstick on. It felt much different kissing LeRoy while he was wearing it. His friend didn't even hesitate, like it was a natural way for them to end their talk. LeRoy's lips were different than any of the girls Marc had kissed. Stronger, heavier with a slight taste of an unknown spice to them. Both young men could feel a spark, a wave of excitement, and then a calming shudder. As if the kiss cemented a bond between them that went deeper than the fuck they'd just thrown. "That make up for the pants and the early evening?" Marc asked. "You tell me," LeRoy said pulling on is completely stiff cock through his tight pants. "Call me Sunday." The two boys kept half an eye on each other as they entered the party again. But soon enough the growing crowds filled in, making them loose sight of each other. Marc returned to his friends something of a hero for facing LeRoy and not running away. They didn't seem to catch on what really happened back in the bathroom. Maybe they thought he was still too new at this to have gotten a quick lay in. He got the girls to forward all the photos they took of LeRoy to his own cell, then delete their copies. Marc told them it was still for security, but seeing how they emphasized LeRoy's great build and handsome face, he just wanted them for himself. The evening progressed until the early hours. No more make out sessions but there were more than a few opportunities that came up for Marc, which made him feel better about how he looked as a woman. Even if it was a somewhat cartoon version of one. Momma Tee gave the boys a ride back to Angel's apartment. Marc changed quickly, washed his face. Angel had offered him the couch, saying Antoine wouldn't mind, but Marc was still riding high and could have run home to the suburbs. By the time Marc had washed up and was ready to leave, Angel was passed out next to Antoine in their bed. The big man's arm wrapped around the Latino youth still in full drag. As he was leaving Marc spotted LeRoy's shirt that Angel had grabbed earlier at the club. He took it with him knowing he could return it at least at school on Monday. Marc hoped he would be able to sneak into the house and get into bed without waking his Father. But as he entered through the back door in the kitchen, he found his Dad sipping coffee and reading the morning paper. "Oh,,,hey.......you haven't been waiting...." Marc said. "No, no. I trust you. Just got up a few minutes ago. It is 6:30 after all. But you were always a good boy, I can only assume you were a good girl tonight. Did you have fun?" "It was great. Such a great time, yea. Danced some but mainly just talked, got to know people." His Father had been incredibly supportive but, like giving Angel the blow job, there was no way he could bring up getting fucked by a guy his Father probably remembered more as a member of his old school car pool from a few years back. Not the teen that ushered his son into the ranks of ass fucked men. "People like yourself? That's good. I'm sure they've lead very different lives than you up till now. And not just because they've come to accept their gender confusion years before you did. I'm sure you can learn a lot more from them than they could ever from you. Who knows, maybe emulating many parts of their lives would make it easier on you. Use them as a template to how to lead your life as a girl. Or at least someone who's transgendered." his father said evenly and softly. "Think so? They sure seemed happy. I'd like to get that happy." "Nothing wrong with being happy. That's what this is all about. Why don't you head up to bed. I'm sure you could use the sleep. I'll try to keep quite." His father said with a slight laugh, as if the man would ever do anything that would be considered loud or outgoing. "I am tired. Thanks Dad." Marc only pulled on an old t-shirt when he got into bed. Just enough to keep his breasts from chaffing against the sheets. The nipples were getting so sensitive. While he was incredibly tired he got up, took LeRoy's shirt from the dresser and brought it back to bed with him. Holding onto it, keeping it close to his face so the black teen's aroma hung in the air, Marc soon feel into the deepest sleep he'd had in months. But LeRoy didn't call on Sunday. And he didn't answer any of the messages that Marc left on his voice mail. Marc didn't even try to make eye contact with LeRoy at school Monday. He knew there wouldn't be any. While he was supposed to have thought about his relationship with LeRoy over that Sunday, it was LeRoy's relationship with the girls he 'dated' that Marc thought about. How he usually treated them like....well like he was being treated right now, after the first fuck. LeRoy got from them what he wanted and moved on, and he got what he wanted from Marc so he was doing the same. At lunch, which he ate alone in the filled lunchroom, he could see LeRoy hanging out with the team, acting like there wasn't anything that changed in his world the past weekend. Well, LeRoy still had a chance at a football scholarship. He still had to play the game. At least Marc could take some solace in knowing he was no longer living a lie. Marc was pretty sure that LeRoy wasn't giving an edited version of what happened to everyone, but he had to notice that by the end of the week, the only people talking to him were the teachers when they asked a question in class. Maybe without the identity of the football hero, they didn't know who Marc was. Not that he was all that sure these days either. So by the end of the next week when his father told him they had to head to the clinic for Marc's first round of test, Marc didn't have to worry about his 'friends' suddenly missing him again. He only had to worry about the day he'd lose his dick coming even closer. One thing that hadn't changed was Marc's inability to wake up anytime close to what could be considered 'early'. Meaning that while he got dressed and into his Father's car at 6AM, he slept most of the ride upstate to this clinic. Marc woke up about a half hour before they arrived, surprised to see how far back into the country they were. His father said it was secluded but this was really something. But then, thinking about it, considering how nervous he was getting out of his car and walking across the street to Momma Tee's just to learn make up, having the hospital where they were going to turn him into a girl be deep in the woods might be for the best. Suddenly, after driving down a side road, though a security gate, they came up to a medical clinic in the middle of the north woods. From the looks of it the place might have at one time been a farm house but has been converted into this medical facility. At least to Marc it seemed clean enough, everyone was very polite and they all looked like they should have been working at one of the hospitals back in town. It was only a few minutes into their stay that Marc realized he didn't see anyone else that could be considered a 'patient'. Which he figured was a good thing since it meant that when he came for......it.....he wouldn't have a lot of people staring at him. He also realized after a few minutes that not only was the complete staff Asian, but few of them were speaking English. Even to him. They were making broad enough gestures so he knew where to stand, where to undress, how to move his arms and legs when examined. Not that everyone wasn't as nice as they could be. The nurses even giggled some and admired his little breasts, in a way that was kind of cute, not embarrassing. But one doctor, lor at least person he hoped was a doctor, after another coming into the room and poking him. The examinations of his groin just wouldn't stop. After a long wait he was shown into another room, again asked to strip completely and made to wait. Except this time they took his clothes. Marc hoped they were going to take care of them, his wallet and cell were in there. He'd tried to call Angel to let him know what was going on, and to talk to fill the time, but the place was out of signal range. Eventually the door opened and a large Asian man entered, Marc guessed an orderly maybe. He gave Marc a glass of water, which Marc had to admit, really hit the spot. The orderly then motioned for Marc to lay down on the gurney that was in the room. For some reason this room didn't have a table to lay down on, all of them having those stirrups he guessed he was going to have to start getting used to sticking his ankles in. The orderly motioned for him to get on the gurney and lay down. After Marc settled himself, the Orderly pulled a couple of things off the side table. A can of shaving cream and a Bic razor. Without waiting for Marc to really react, the Orderly took the can and sprayed a nice mound on Marc's pubic bush. There wasn't much left given how much Marc had been shaving his body, but it was clear that within minutes, he'd be hairless from the nose down. Marc shifted a little nervously but, with the hand not covered in shaving cream, the Orderly placed his large palm on Marc's shoulder to quite him down. Which Marc found to work quite well. As soon as his head hit the small pillow for his head, a rush of relaxation came over him. He was able to watch the Orderly start to shave his private area in an almost out of body feeling. Marc had noticed how large the guy was, but now in this relaxed state, and with nothing else on his mind, he could see that the guy was almost bodybuilder big. The tight white uniform was having a bit a trouble holding it all in. He could see the guy's pecs pressed up against the shirt, pulling the fabric taunt between the two large muscles. His arms would stretch the fabric of the shirt sleeves when he tensed up once in a while. And when the Orderly leans across marc to get the far side of his nuts, Marc could see the guy's ass in clear view. Nice a square with just a hint of a dimpled side through the tight pants. If he was going to have someone shave him, he could do a lot worse. Marc tried to look down to see how it was going, he couldn't feel all that much, But when he lowered his view, even though they were still fairly small, his breasts kept him from seeing his crotch. Never happened in bed, but he had more pillows to prop his head up. Marc also noticed, or found he wasn't noticing, that he couldn't see his dick from that angle either. Time was, this much action around his cock would have gotten it nice and hard, no matter who was doing the groping. But he felt nothing. He didn't even have to se it to know there was nothing going on. Big fucking stud of an Asian bodybuilding pushing his dick back and forth, lifting his nuts up to shave his sack and Mr. Happy is out for the count. The humor of the situation started to get to Marc as he drifted off to a deep sleep. Marc remembered bits a pieces of waking up. Going down a hallway and seeing the ceiling lights move past him overhead. He thinks he remembered his father talking to him, but that might have been a dream too. Marc also remembered a lot of pulling and prodding of his groin again, but he had spent the morning with that, might as well spend the afternoon asleep if that was all they were going to do. When he really started to wake up, he was now in a real bed, with an IV hooked up to him, and covered in a blanket. His Father sitting in a chair next to him, looking outside at the dark sky. It was night already? "Hey, there's my princess." His Dad said seeing his eyes flutter open and scooting the chair closer. "You came though so great! Thanks to you being In such great physical shape and having it done so soon, it was a complete success." "What......what time is it? Can we go home now?" Marc muttered. His lips were really dry. It must have been hours since he had been given that glass of water to drink. "Not going anywhere for a few days sweetie. I'm going to head home soon to get some of your stuff, since we didn't know they'd take care of everything today. But I'll be back in the morning. They said you'd be out all night anyway. You OK? Not too much pain?" "What's...what's going on Dad? What did they do? Why am I in bed. Want to go home......" Marc said trying to move the sheet off and almost undoing the IV. "JJ just calm down. I explained to you what was going on but maybe you were too out of it. Didn't they tell you before they put you under?" his Dad said trying to keep Marc from getting out of bed. It wasn't working. Marc pushed his Dad aside and threw back the covers so he could swing his legs off the bed. Only to find his groin completely bandaged, with spots of blood and a catheter tube running out. "JJ...MARC listen to me. It's over with. Two people canceled their operations today so they had an opening. Your tests were perfect. A text book example of a perfect candidate. So they went ahead and did the operation today. No reason to wait a couple of weeks. You got your wish. You're a girl now." All of Marc's resistance stopped. His father was able to push him back down onto the bed like he was a rag doll. But if Marc's body was not responding, it was because his mind went into hyper drive. They had done it. He was no longer a man and never would be again. They'd turned him into a girl. He was a girl. He has a pussy. They'd taken his dick off and given him a pussy. A pussy to go with his tits. He had a pee hole and a pussy all wrapped up in created vagina lips and even a clitoris. He had a clit. He had tits and a pussy. The last thing he remembered thinking over and over again before dropping off, as the nurses came running into the room, was that he was a guy with a pussy. Things had gone marginally better the next day. But that was mainly thanks to the straps holding his arms to his side and from what his father the chemist told him, the high-grade mood elevators they were pumping him full of. Marc was having that strange out of body feeling as when the Orderly was shaving him. He could see people come into the room. He could see them examine him, and smile reassuringly. He could even see then remove his dressing and reapply fresh bandages. But he wasn't really part of it. He couldn't even lift his head up to see his new equipment when he knew it was exposed. Marc could tell that his Father was there, keeping an eye on the staff, making sure they were taking care of him. Being his usual odd self when the nurse showed his Father his new pussy, his Father flashing him a thumbs up. The day after that was better, given that the unhinged from reality part of his perception seemed to start from his waist down. At least he could move some and sit up. The nurses were also doing something as they changed the dressing several times a day that he wasn't sure about. After a lunch of mainly jello and more jello they again started doing something under the sheets he was sure was more than cleaning. "What's going on? You keep doing something....?" The nurses looked at each other then called to the nurses desk. In a minute yet another nurse came into the room. "You have question?" she asked. Finally, someone who spoke English. "What dot hey keep doing? I mean, I know their changing the dressing but what are they doing right now. I keep feeling..." "Ah. They are......opening your vagina. This must be done several times a day, at least a half hour each time. Very important. See." She said stepping into the bathroom and coming out with a small hand mirror. She held it up so the reflection would show Marc what was happening. And there in the mirror Marc saw his brand new vagina for the first time. It wasn't as Frankenstein like as he thought it would be. There was some discoloration. Some bruising and some stitches showing. The size sort of surprised him. Even with the slight swelling it was smaller than he thought it would. But then he kept dreaming it turned out to be twice as big as any 'real' pussy he'd ever seen so, maybe it was just the right size after all. The thing he tried to remain calm about though, beyond his new body configuration, was what appeared to be a fairly large vibrator sticking out of him. One the nurses must have been inserting into his new vagina whenever they cleaned his dressing. "You see? Your body does not understand that this is vagina. Your body thinks is wound. So your body is going to try to heal it, close it. We show you tomorrow when you feel better but you must take this..." she said removing the object from Marc's pussy and whipping it off. The sight of which almost made Marc pass out. "You take this and inert it into you every three hours, for a half hour. Right now, we only go up to 6 but you must start taking it up to 8 inches tomorrow." A quick republication of the shaft and Marc could see it reinserted into himself. This time Marc did fall back into his pillows as the world got a little shaky. He wasn't sure what was worse, or at least what was freaking him out more. That he had been penetrated several times over the past day without ever feeling it. That he was going to have to start penetrating himself even more. Or that if he didn't keep on penetrating himself even deeper than he had been already, his new pussy would close up on him. Marc laid in bed and tried also not to think about the fact that up till now he was on so many painkillers he couldn't feel the shaft inserted deep within him.. But they were going to be taking him off them soon enough. And the main point of having a vagina was to feel it when things were inserted into him. The pillows were just not deep enough to keep him from falling back into another deep unconsciousness. The third day of his stay at the clinic was getting him out of bed and walking around some. Not before the put him in an adult diaper to make sure there weren't any accidents while out on their strolls. Marc knew he was still on heavy painkillers and the feeling of walking without a dick between his legs was going to start soon enough. They got him out of bed and walking around the room first, then out to make the trip from one end of the hall to the other. While doing this Marc saw his first other patient another young.....woman who looked much more like a true woman than Marc currently did. He didn't make eye contact with her though. Maybe hoping that if he tried to remain fairly masculine as he could, she wouldn't know that he was also a she now. But to prepare marc for the exercise, they started the day out by removing the catheter. Even with the painkillers it hurt like hell, but he was glad to have it out. Seeing the clear tube go up his hospital gown was bad enough. Seeing the yellow liquid start to drain through the tube, down the side of the bed and into a bag hanging on the side, was even worse. In the late afternoon though, Marc started to feel something. He needed to pee. And if there was one thing he already knew about his new equipment, there wasn't anything he could use to hold it back any longer. Throwing the bed sheets side he got his legs off the bed and gingerly scooted himself off till his feet touched the ground. It was the first time he did it without a nurse around so he wanted to be extra careful. Pushing himself up and got into a standing position, feeling a slight wave of pain up his legs into his privates as his weight shifted. But using the bed as a brace he was able to walk to the end, the he few steps across the floor into the bathroom. Marc carefully sat down on the toilet and, hoping that instinct was all he needed, let go. Which was a mess. The pee just came dribbling out, making a mess. So he lifted himself up some till, he hoped, the lips parted a bit. That helped the flow but it didn't help the situation. Fisssssss....fissssssssssssssss......fissssss.......... God he hated that noise. What a dumb ass noise for a cunt to make. Like someone poking a hole in a water balloon. Fisssssssssss... He tried moving around to see if he could get it to come out sounding different, but that just made things messy again. With a dick he just pointed and shot like a fire hose, this was more like a sprinkler system. "Oh, there you are," the one nurse who spoke English said coming in the room. "You OK. You pee, yes?" "Yea I'm peeing, thank you." "No pain?" "No, no pain, feels OK." "Ah good. When you're done you wipe real good. But softly. Just like you wiped your ass but in front, OK?" "Got it," Marc said hoping that if he sounded like he knew what to do she's just go away. FiFFFFISSSSSssssssssss...... Guess there was nothing close to being pee shy when you have a pussy. The nurse walked in with his dilator, and the small bottle of lubricant, placing it next to him. "Time for you to dilate too. Is easy when on toilet. When you're done you go ahead and start, yes? Get it in to the 8 OK?" "Yea got it. Thanks," Marc said hoping that would get her to leave him alone. But she still stood there. "Honestly I've got it. Thanks." "Need to see you wipe to make sure there's no blood." Marc grabbed as much toilet paper as he thought he'd need and stuck it between his legs. It wasn't as bad as he though. Despite what he was thinking, most of the urine had flowed away. There were a few spots of blood, very faint of the paper when he showed the Nurse. "Ah, OK. That's OK. Just a little from the stitches. Nothing internal. That's to be expected. You're fine, you're fine. Now..." she said moving the dilator closer to him. "OK, I'll do it but please......" Marc said as pleading as he could. For once someone seemed to understand his need for dignity, so she left. Marc took a deep breath and picked up the long shaft. He took some of the lubricant and applied it to the end, just like he had been shown. Turning it around so the numbers on the side pointed d up, so he could see them, Marc too the plastic shaft and started trying to insert it between his legs. It was different sitting down than it had been laying in the bed. He aimed wrong , hit something and sent a shock wave through him like he hadn't felt since the last time.....since the last time he came back when he could cum, like a real man would. Taking a breath he aimed for the area and hit it again, and got the same reaction. Shit that must have been the clit they made for him. Was it always going to be that sensitive? Or was it just because it was new? Hitting it one more time, he had to admit just for fun, Marc moved the shaft back farther, found the vagina opening and started inserting it in. Marc had to remind himself to really relax when he did this. The first few times he tensed up, contracted the wrong muscles inside of himself and almost shot the damn thing out. But if he relaxed, and applied even pressure, he could get it in the full 8. Which he guessed meant 8 inches. Sitting in the bathroom he forgot there wasn't a clock in there, so he had to start guessing how long he was doing it. Making his mind wander some. Like noticing that the mirror over the sink was really low, he guessed so people in wheelchairs could use it. Which meant..... Keeping one hand on the tube up his pussy, Marc carefully stood up. With his free hand he rolled the hospital gown up and tucked it under his chin to keep it up. Pretty fucking amazing. Seeing it little by little in the hand mirror didn't give him anything close to the full effect. It was his body, a bit thinner, a little less muscular, but he knew it was his body. Without a dick. The breasts were still fairly small, no real growth over the last few days, and if he moved his arm right to block them, it was a guy's body with a pussy. The good six pack, the 'kind of out' - 'kind of in' belly button, that nice flat area that used to have the cool treasure trail going from the navel to his dick hair, now all smooth. As was his crotch. There between his legs, taking a plastic shaft up to 8 inches, was a girl's pussy. Kind of small, very neat, still needed to heal some but, if it wasn't attached to a guy's body, no one would ever know. The logistics were kind of hard but keeping the dilator inserted, and trying not to lose his footing, Marc turned sideways. No, his ass was still that of a high school football player. Well, that would make LeRoy happy if he ever gave the shit heel a chance to fuck him again. No, wait. If LeRoy ever got a chance to fuck him again, he had something new to fuck. Marc figured he was just about done but still had a few more minutes to dilate when he heard someone out in his room. "JJ are you here? They said you were...oh there you are," his father said coming into the bathroom. Marc first turned his back to his father, so he wouldn't see his former son pushing a vibrator up his pussy, only to realize the back of his gown was open so his ass was hanging out. "Yea Dad, I'm in here. Walking around today. Can you give me a minute?" "Sure. What are you doing? Are you dilating? It's not like I haven't seen that you know. I was watching them do that to you before you can too. Is it going OK, any pain?" "Well yea but...can you give me a minute?" "Ok, OK, I get the message," his Father said laughing politely. "A girl needs her privacy." That really raised the hairs on the back of Marc's neck,. Maybe it was because he was fairly alone all day at the clinic, with a staff of people who didn't speak to him because they didn't speak English. But he wasn't used to being either called JJ on a regular basis or in female terms. Like his father was doing when ever he could make it out there. "I brought your school work. I'll put it on your bed table," Marc's father said leaving the bathroom and going into the hospital room. "They said you're doing great by the way. Much better than they could hope for. I knew you'd be fine though. They can't possibly get a client in such fine physical shape as you are all that often." "Uh-huh," Marc said slowly removing the dilator out of his body cavity and beginning to wash it off in the sink. He didn't see any blood on it and, remembering the flush the toilet from his pee more than a half hour before, didn't see any blood in the bowl either. "They didn't tell me exactly what they were looking for but if you're still doing this god tomorrow, you can go home on Friday." "Oh great," Marc said carefully walking back into the room. "No, don't get up, I can do it," he said trying to head off his Father's attempt to help him back to bed. "Glad to get out of here. Going kind of stir crazy without anyone to talk to. Except you of course." "Speaking of that, someone came by the house to see you..." his Father said. Marc immediately was as thrilled at the thought that it might have been LeRoy as he was afraid it was him. "Some Mexican guy? Looked like he might be old enough to be in your class...but I got the feeling he wasn't..." "Dad! Mexican guy? That had to be Angel," Marc said getting into bed and pulling the sheets up to cover his legs. "I told you about him. He helped me with...make up. What did you tell him?" "Like I said, I was pretty sure he wasn't part of your class but I wanted to be safe so I just said you were out of town for a few days. Sorry I remember about him. Angel? Well, you'll be home in a couple of days. Your cell phone should be working again and you can call him >from the house. Sorry this place is so isolated that you phone is out of range. And they don't allow phones in rooms to keep patients from stressing themselves out." "Guess it's not so much that I want to call everyone and say "Hey guess what I got!!!" as it is, you know, all this is going on and they don't know about it," Marc said lying down, letting his head sink into the pillows. "I know. But you've been doing so great. You're making great strides towards your end goal. Everything is progressing as it should. Even better than we could have ever hoped. You've no longer even taking steps to become a woman, you are one. And it's the best that we could hope for. Why don't you rest some, close you eyes and sleep. I'll wake you when they bring your dinner." Marc thought that was a great idea. It seemed like it was ages ago that he got up to use the bathroom. He found himself quickly drifting off, not thinking of what was still to come, not obsessing about how he was going to live his life from now on Just relaxing and accepting that he was doing the right thing. For a moment he thought he heard his Father's voice. Not like he was talking to someone, like a Nurse, but just talking. Marc tried to wake up more so he could hear what his Father was saying but he was so tired he just continued to relax. Knowing that now that he was physically a girl, becoming one more mentally would be easier. As would reentering the world as a girl. He was doing all the right things to prepare for that, and he should have no doubts about any step he took to achieve it. It all made sense. It all sounded just like something his Father might tell him. The next day had gone well. He got out of bed several times to walk around the hallways by himself. The Nursing staff giving him approving looks. He was able to make it to the bathroom each time nature called without pissing himself. Well, almost every time, he was sort of still working on that. So when they told him he could go home Friday afternoon he almost did cry in happiness. Almost cried. He did giggle though. Back home his Father all but ordered Marc upstairs to bed, which sounded like a god idea to him anyway. His walking was getting better but the stairs were a bit of an adventure. He hadn't bent him legs at the knees that high yet, causing some pressure of the sensitive new vaginal area. Once up in his room he undressed from his clothes, they were the same things he had worn to the clinic just earlier that week for 'tests'. Due to the liquid diet he had been on all week, they were fitting fairly loose now. Which made him think. Marc went to his dresser and dug around till he pulled out one of his real pairs of women's panties. Not the 'Manties' made for men who like to dress as women, but the real thing. He found a lacy black pair and carefully pulled them up his legs. They were a perfect fit. Not squeezing tight like before, but just tight enough to press against his body like a second skin. And in front, perfectly smooth. Marc reached down and brushed out the few wrinkles in the fabric, running his hand across his empty crotch. Maybe it was being back in his room, in a familiar place, and wearing women's panties like a real woman would, but the full extent of the fact that he was no longer a man hit him as never before. And just like when his Father said someone visited and he thought it might be LeRoy, the realization of his operation both scared and excited him. After pulling on one of his old t-shirts Marc got into bed and took out his cell phone, calling up Angel's number. "Hey Angel it's Marc. Or JJ. Yea just got back. Where was I, I was....... Yea? Ok, then what did you do. Ok. Ok. Cool," Marc said listing to Angel go on and on about one thing after another. "Yea sure. Sure. Back to me now? Where was I? Out getting a vagina." Marc almost dropped the phone from Angel screaming in his ear. He knew his friend would be the person to tell. That Angel would be excited for him and supportive. Just not that excited. They talked for a couple of hours, Angel wanting each and every detail. Marc not really having that many details to give. Went in, they cut it off, hollowed out a pussy for him and now he's trying to keep it from closing. He hadn't really started dealing with technically being a woman now, but hoped that being home would help. Marc didn't feel up to the drive into the city and Angel was going to be busy at, but they made tentative plans for a visit towards the end of the week. Marc continued to relax and checked his almost full cell phone. Quite a few from Angel that could be deleted now that they talked. Surprisingly not only a number of them from LeRoy, but called that went from apologetic to worried as to where Marc was to very worried that something happened to him since he wasn't returning calls. Interesting, Marc thought as he went through and deleted each and every one without listening to any more. The weekend and most of the next week was spent with Marc healing. Mainly on his own. As much as his Father had planned to be with him, and did stay home a couple of days, his work just needed him to be in the office more than he thought. So Marc's days were spent dealing with the fact that he was now a she. He went though a range of dealing with the issue from deciding that then and there he was never going to refier to himself or think of himself as a 'male' ever again, to thinking he'd just ease into the whole thing as his body became more and more feminine. Once he looked like someone who would wear a dress, then he could think of himself as a girl. Marc continued with the experiments he tried at the clinic. Wearing one of his more push up bras and a pair of real woman's panties, the mirror looked somewhat like a very athletic girl. Take the bra and panties off, arm across the chest to block the tits and hand cupping the pussy, the mirror said fairly athletic man. At the end of the week he made plans for Angel to come over and see the new Marc. He wasn't sure how his Father would react to having Angel in the house but, as luck would have it, Friday turned out to be a day his father had to spend all day at the office. It also turned out to be a major day for Marc because it was the day his stitches would come out. Even better was that he didn't have to go all the way back to the clinic to to have the out. His Father had made arraignments for one of the nurses, a Nurse Kim to come by, check on his progress and remove the stitches. Hearing that the Nurse spoke English, Marc guessed it could only have been that one nurse, like a head nurse, who explained about his need to dilate. Marc was a little relieved that it wouldn't be a stranger clipping the stings out of his snatch. "GIRL!!" Angel said launching himself across the front entrance and wrapping himself around Marc. This all came within a split second of Marc opening the door. "You've lost weight!! Looks good!!" "Yea, they put me on a liquid diet at the clinic. Haven't gotten my appetite back. Nice car by the way," Marc said motioning to the beat up old Toyota parked out on the street before closing the front door to his house. "Eh, fuck you. OH no, guess that would make me straight now, yuck!!!" Angel said laughing. "Well, come on, let's have an unveiling!!" "Let's head up to my room. Feel kind of funny flashing my pussy at you in the living room." As they headed through the house and up the stairs, for some reason, in a different way than before, Marc felt the complete absence of his dick. Sure he had been living without it for about a week now, but that was in the setting of the clinic. Different around his Dad too since, with his Dad it was all just part of the journey he was on. But with Angel. Angel had seen his dick. Only about two weeks ago. The last time he saw Angel he had a dick. Now he didn't. And it's missing from between his legs now seemed almost vast in scope. "OK, have a seat," Marc said motioning to the bed. Angel took a set at the end of the bed placing next to him the brown paper bag he brought into the house with him. Marc pulled his oversize sweatshirt up some and started to pull the sting tie on his sweat pants, then hesitated. "Remember we're being respectful today. And supportive." "Yea, yea, let's see some pussy," Angel said bouncing on the bed a bit. Marc undid the tie and let his pants fall to the floor. With the large sweat pants he didn't bother wearing any panties. So there was nothing else keeping Angel Covasos from seeing Marc's new equipment. Unless his eyes actually did bug out of his head like they appeared to be doing. "Madre........." he whispered. "Not too shabby." "It's like when you showed me your tits, it can't be real." "Still a little swollen...." "But girl, it's perfect. I thought it might look really big or more like they just ripped you dick off and left a hole.." "Thanks, nice image." "Did you say a Nurse was coming by to take out some stitches? Was she here already, I don't se any." "They're kind of underneath, see," Marc said reaching down and adjusting the skin to show Angel. "Holy crap, it that what I think it is," Angel said suddenly reaching out and tickling Marc's new sensitive clitoris. The shock that went thought Marc was unlike any he had caused for himself yet. 'Oh my god don't......don't ever.......do it again," Marc said putting Angel's hand on his groin again. "Do it again or don't do it again?" Angel said as intrigued as he was confused. "Do it again..." Marc whispered. Angel took a little more time on his second exploration. Playing with the vagina lips some. Running a finger along the line, gently stroking the flesh. Pausing just briefly then repeating the tickle he had just done. Marc almost doubled over with shock waves. "It's....." Marc tried to say, trying to get his breath back. "It's not like when I was a guy and had to wait. I can do that all day till I'm raw. And as soon as I get more of my strength back I plan on doing just that," he said with a wicked smile on his face. "Then maybe the gifts from Momma will help," Angel said handing Marc the brown bag that sat next to him, breaking out in his own wicked smile. Marc opened the bag, shut it again, then reopened it. "These are the biggest dildos I've seen in my life. Well, actually they're the only dildos I've ever really seen except for pictures in porn mags." "That would still make them technically the biggest you've ever seen. Not me by the way but no real surprise," Angel said "Wouldn't be surprised if these were the smallest you've ever taken, ya big fag," Marc said taking a large thick rubber and plastic fake cock out of the bag. "Oh nice, based on a porn star. Not sure why Momma thought this was an appropriate gift...." "Now now, don't get all uptight on us, Lovie. Momma's worked with a lot of Tgirls over the years. She knows you got to do something to keep your pussy from closing up, and said some of the girls she's worked with liked these better than what the doctors gave them. Come on, got to be more fun that the boring stick over there," Angel said motioning to Marc's dilator he accidentally left out on his bedside table. "Maybe one day. I think I'll have to work my way up to these. Just getting my stitches out today. Don't want to do something that'll cause me to get more. They've been kind of itchy. What's this thing?" Marc said pulling another device out. "Butt plug, that's mine. Wore my last one out and Antoine doesn't like it when I walk around with a loose plug." "Way to much info..." Marc started to say but was interrupted by the front door ringing. "Shit that's the nurse," he said hiking up his sweats. "Can you go let her in, I need to go get a bit cleaned up. Your pushing my button got me all sweaty, Mister," Marc said in a slightly higher, more feminine voice. "Hey that was pretty good. Wow, I just noticed, you voice didn't change after the operation." "Only happens in cartoon, but yea I figure I need to start practicing." The bell rang again. "Go get her will you?" Marc headed into his bathroom, got out a wash clothe and wetted it down some. He didn't even need a mirror anymore to clean himself as he was now. After years of running his hand up and down the hard shaft of his dick, he was getting used to the inner contours of his pussy. He heard some voices out in his bedroom, tossed the washcloth into the dirty laundry pile and got a big surprise. "You'll have to excuses my friend Nurse Kim, she's still having a little gender confusion when it comes to other people too," Angel said standing next to the huge male Asian orderly who had shaved him down at the clinic. "Oh that's alright," he said in a soft deep voice with a slight accent. "Not the first time someone has heard the name, and the profession, and drawn the wrong conclusion. How are you Miss? You're looking good. Do you remember me?" His smile was innocent, sweet and almost as hot as the biceps that still bulged out of his tight white shirt. "Ummmm...uhhhh...yea I do. But, you speak English? Why didn't you at the clinic?" Marc said very confused. "I did Miss. But I'm afraid you were......out of it? Is that the term? The sedative I gave you does work very quickly. I got the impression you weren't hearing me when I asked you a few questions," the Nurse said placing the bag he carried on the bed. "I guess," Marc said. So much had been so confusing to him these days. But he was fairly certain his attempts to speak to this guy were met without any response. "If you'll lay back on the bed we can get started. Perhaps you friend should wait down stairs...?" "No that's OK. I'm not squeamish and I'm getting off on him calling you 'Miss'. Got to start doing that myself," Angel said getting very close to the Nurse. Marc again dropped his pants, got on his bed and did his best to present himself to the Nurse. After hearing his snap on a pair of glove Marc could feel the Nurse start to probe the area. "You're looking very good. Healing quite nicely. Any new pain or and discolor in your urine?" "No everything is FINE," Marc yelled when the Nurse brushed against his clit. "Oh, Nurse Kim, you hit the panic button. We were playing with that when you came in." "Angel!" Marc yelled, trying to lift his head enough so the shout sent the right message. "I'm going to start removing the stitches now Miss. You might feel some pinching as I do this, but if it hurts please let me know and I can deaden the area some. But getting back to what your friend said. There's no reason to be embarrassed. Exploration is a natural thing in your situation, and quite healthy." The Nurse said as he continued his work. Marc tried to listen but he couldn't help feeling a little over whelmed. When Marc was talking to Angel, just the two of them, it was more like two buddies hanging out, just like he'd done for years with guys on the football team. But something shifted now. Here he was, legs spread, in his bedroom of his house, two men in the room. Sure he was safe with both of them but Angel was as much a Latino street thug when he wanted to be as a little fairy. His tight t-shirt doing little to hide the muscles he got from the day labor construction jobs he worked. Marc noticed that he grew his bread back. For some reason giving him more of an exotic look. Couple of times he looked up to give Marc a friendly grin that hinted to more than just friendship. And then there was Nurse Kim. If he hadn't been so polite and business like, it would almost be intimidating having a man this size in the room with him. How he was able to gain so much muscle mass and keep a regular job was a mystery. The guy must spend every moment away >from the clinic in a gym. And there he was, between Marc's legs. Strands of his inky black hair falling down over his forehead and he bent to get a better look at the stitches. Marc could at time feel him breath out, the slight wind hitting his vagina. A girl for just over a week and he had two men in his room. One he'd let fuck him if he wasn't gay, and the other he'd let fuck him if the other wasn't in the room. "Speaking of not being embarrassed," Angel said going over to the bag >from Momma. "We were also discussing if Miss should switch to these babies instead of old faithful there on the night stand." Nurse Kim looked up from what he was doing and gave a brief smile. "Oh yes, I've seen those before. Yes, Miss can switch to those instead of her dilator. I've seen a few patients use those instead. As long as there's no pain, no bleeding and of course it's kept clean, it would work just as well." Marc didn't even need to lift his head up to know the snapping and breaking of thick plastic was Angel ripping one of the dildos out of it's packaging. "We don't need one of those right now..." Marc started to say. "Oh I think we do. Nurse, wouldn't it be smart for Miss to attempt one of these while you're here. Incase something goes wrong from the area where the stitches were removed?" "Your friend makes a good point. Just a couple more stitches. There. Yes it would be a good idea to dilate you while I'm here. Miss? Is the device your friend is holding one you'd like to try today? Or is there another....?" "It's not the big one is it?" Marc said knowing who he was dealing with. "We're saving that one for Christmas, Miss. Here, grease this one up," was all Marc could hear Angel say. "Oh, we wouldn't use grease. That would be unhygienic. But Miss does need some extra lubricant. While her vagina is a close to natural as science can create, they have yet come up with a way for a natural lubrication in transgender women," Nurse Kim said obviously not getting it that Angel was kidding with the word grease. "Yea, OK. Nurse Kim, as a gay man I'm just used to dealing with one whole back here. So many to pick from. Just where does this go?" "Angel I am so going to kill