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College Girl Pt 5 By Holly Day (Please read College Girl parts 1-4 before reading this installment.) All week I was Hector's sex toy and he was mine. We went to another of those house parties. I'm not sure if it was my looks or the way that I clung to him that made the other guests recognize me. I was getting all sorts of lecherous looks from the men and critical looks from the women. Hector was viewed at as a valuable catch by the upscale meat market and the women wanted me gone. All I really knew about him was that he was handsome and rich. Of course there was the fact that he was great in bed. I had learned so much in this last year, but I still felt like a novice in his presence. That night while we were in bed I tried to broach a question, "Hector after I have my operation" "What operation, Corazon?" interrupted Hector. "The operation that will give me a real vagina," I replied in a quieter voice. "Ah" "After my operation would you think of me as a real woman?" "I like you as you are, so why wouldn't I like you after your operation?" he said, answering my question with a question. "I'm not asking if you would still like me, but would you consider me to be a real woman. Someone you could spend the rest of your life with." "Corazon, you and I have each other now. That is all that matters." "Yes, I know, but could you imagine being with me always, as I can imagine myself being with you," I persisted. "Who knows what the future will hold?" "Please, I need to know. After this week is over, do you and I have a chance for a permanent relationship?" "We shall see. We shall see," is all he said. I gave up trying to push the subject for now and cuddled up to him. Soon we were both a sleep. I hoped Hector would actually consider answering what I was trying to ask. I wanted to bring up the subject again but never found the right time. We made love twice a day for the next several days and we talked a lot. However, I could never get him to talk about the future. On the next to last day of my stay in Miami, Hector had to leave for most of the day on business of some sort. I decided to go out shopping and found a pretty nightgown and peignoir set that I just couldn't wait to model for Hector. When I got to his place I saw his car in the driveway. I let myself in and went upstairs. Hearing him in his bedroom, I snuck into the bedroom opposite of his. There I changed into my new nightgown and peignoir and went to his door. I knocked, "Hector my love I have a surprise for you." I walked in. There in bed was Hector and some other woman. "Corazon, you have indeed surprised me. Please join us." "Join you?" I said in utter surprise. "Yes, Karina this is Jamie. Jamie this is Karina. Karina and I have known each other for a long time. Isn't that right?" Karina nodded her head and smiled at me while nuzzling closer to Hector, as if to say, "He's mine." "Yes, please Jamie, do join us," said Karina. It was obvious. Hector wanted me to join in a m?nage a trois. "No Hector, I don't do that." "Ah Corazon, I think you will." "No, I won't." "You have told me before that you are a ?working girl'. How about I pay for your hotel suite for the week?" "No Hector, I want to be with you alone." "Ha, you are a prostitute. You have been with many men. Come be with us tonight." "I have never been a prostitute with you. I wanted a life with you, Hector. I thought you loved me and might someday even consider marrying me." "No Jamie, Hector can not marry you. I may hire a prostitute, but my family would never approve of me marrying a prostitute let alone a transsexual." I broke into tears and ran back to the bedroom in which I had changed. I threw my clothing back on and was headed for the door when Hector stopped me. "Corazon please stop. I want you." "I want you too, but I want it to be just you and me. I have to go." I pushed passed him and went out the door. Back at hotel I spent a fitful night watching cable television. Finally I fell asleep out of exhaustion. The next day was my last day in Miami. I packed my bags except for the few things I needed for that night and the trip back home. I went window shopping and thought about maybe going to a club, but I just wasn't up to it that night, so I went back to my hotel suite. At about ten o'clock I heard a knock at my door. Going to the door only dressed in a short nightgown, I looked through the peep hole. It was Hector. He was carrying flowers. "He had come to apologize," I thought. I flung open the door. "Hector you're here. I prayed you'd come. Are those for me? Thank you," I gushed as I took the flowers to the table. I was arranging them as he started talking. "I'm sorry I hurt you last night. I should have not have called Karina over. That was unkind. I know this is your last night in Miami, and I want you to come back again. Please accept my apology." "Oh yes, Hector, I accept your apology," I cried and hugged him as hard as I could. He raised my chin and kissed away my sadness. Lifting me up he carried me to the bed, where I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid is trousers. He then lifted my nightgown off of my body and we became entangled in a passionate embrace. The rest of the evening was a blur of wanton lust. I awoke in the morning to see him dressing. "Ah Corazon, you're awake. I must be off; I have much to do today. I look forward to your return," at which he sat on the bed and gave me one last kiss. I followed him with my eyes and blew him a kiss. "I love you," I said as he went out the door. The door closed and I settled back into the bed. I still had a couple hours before I had to go to the airport and I could afford to lie down a bit longer. It was then that I saw it. On my nightstand, Hector had left three one hundred dollar bills. I threw open the blanket and sat up looking at the money. He had paid me like a whore. He didn't love me last night. He had used me. I screamed in pain and then fell sobbing back into my bed. After a half hour, I got up and dragged myself into the bathroom and showered. Quietly, I packed my remaining things and dressed to leave. Numb, I put the money into my purse and made my way to the front desk and then to the airport. Looking out the window of the plane as it was taking off, I knew I would never come back here again. Once back home I started reexamining my life. What had I become? Did I even like myself? I tried talking with Candi, but our lives although similar were still quite different. I had become an escort, which I now thought was a nice way of saying whore, through a series of steps that each made good sense at the time. I was indeed financially independent, which made it possible for me to attend college. I was making the most of it by being a good student, now near the top of my class. The fallout has been that I had become a female. Not just in the contours of my body but in my soul. I was feeling like a woman and I wanted to be loved as a woman. I now knew that sex in itself was not love. People had all sorts of reasons for wanting sex, such as the power to dominate or the security of being possessed. But all of the reasons and joys of having sex were meaningless now without love. I talked to my therapist for hours over the next month and she was actually pleased with my change of attitude and the respect I was now craving in a relationship. I was still working five nights a week as an escort until college started up again, but I was no longer that eager to be with a different man each time. It was better with my regulars, but still I needed something more. My therapist thought I had made significant progress and assured me that her appraisal to be completed at the end of the year would be positive. Just knowing I was that much closer to my final surgery, made me feel more comfortable. I sat down I computed my financial position. The tuition for my last year, as well as my rent, and car insurance were now known quantities. I had rough estimates of my books, supplies, food, automobile upkeep etc. Adding them up against the money I had saved working my ass off literally, I had enough in savings to cover everything leaving a small amount of savings for emergencies. Now all I needed was to save up enough for my surgery. I figured if I had my surgery over spring break would I be able to raise the money. In that time I expected two more parties, one at Christmas and another at Mardi Gras. I would be working as an escort once a week during school and five days a week over Christmas break. I quickly added up the sum. It looked a bit shy of what I was going to need. I looked again. Had I left anything out? Ah yes, I forgot my waitress job three nights a week on average at the club. It definitely was the smallest part of my income but when I included it, all of a sudden I beamed. "I can do it I shouted." Candi came running in, "You can do what?" "I can afford my operation in March. I was figuring out my budget and its all here. I just have to keep working at the club until then and if I pull in as much as I did last year, I'll be able to afford it." "That's great Jamie. I was thinking of having my operation done about that time as well. Actually I have enough saved to do it now and my paperwork is done. Its just that I need to build up a nest egg because my life as an entertainer will be over and I will need to get a real job." I was so happy to have someone else who was having similar feelings so close to me. "Will you help me after the surgery?" I asked. "Of course and after you have recuperated will you be there for me?" she asked. "Definitely," I answered. "As soon as I get my therapist to give our doctor her report, I'll try and get my operation scheduled. Let's say you schedule your operation for the next month. I'll no longer be working at the club and will only have school left, so I should have plenty of time to help you. We're almost there," I said and we hugged. Knowing I was that much closer to the end of my transition finally brought me out of my depression. I was looking forward to a new life. I will be ready for the world. With a college degree I will get a real job and never have to prostitute myself again. After my operation my gender will no longer be confused as being anything other than a female. I will date men without worrying about a secret under my clothing. I will have sex the same way as a woman has sex, and it will not be for sale. And most important, sex will only be with a man I love. With all of this determination, I got dressed for the evening. My client, Warren, was picking me up at the club, and taking me out to the symphony. And then he was taking me to my favorite hotel for the night. I checked the full length mirror. I saw myself. Hector was right. I am a whore, but a whore with a purpose. With a half smile I turned and left for an evening of debauchery. My last year of school was starting up and I was happy and ready. Ashley and David, as well as Amber and Brian were still my closest college friends. We were still in most of the same classes although some of the classes were no longer in common because we were selecting different elective courses that favored the different business options. Thus, half of the time I didn't have my friends to help me, and they didn't have me to help them. We still had our study group for our common classes, but now we needed to work harder to cover those classes that weren't in common. We were all concerned with keeping our class standings as high as possible, but considering that we had three years of classes behind us the final class standing would not be affected too much even if we had a bad year. However none of us were about to let that happen. There was one thing I really wanted and I figured out a way to get it. After three years at State I had not attended any sporting events. I asked Antonio if he could make sure that my clients this year took me to the home football games and basketball games whenever possible. Antonio thought for a second. "Sure a college girl should go to a few school games. It shouldn't be a problem most of your clients are alumni of the university. I'll let them know and if there is any problem we can rearrange them." "Thanks Antonio," I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was fun fall quarter. I got to go to five home games. I screamed with the other students when a big play was made and would jump up and down with excitement. I made sure always to wear a nice form fitting sweater in our school colors with a school logo stenciled across the chest. My breasts would bounce with my jumping and excite my client as well as me. Too bad my client could never see how hard my nipples would get. I loved it though. Maybe at the basketball games I could wear a jersey that would allow my nipples to show through. It was so nice seeing all those big guys playing out there. I had never been big enough to play football back in high school and had never enjoyed it, but seeing it now as a coed I was really getting into it. Seeing the cheerleaders down below, I thought of that first night three years ago when I had dressed up as a cheerleader and ended up working at the club. Looking at myself, I realized that I could now really be a cheerleader. It brought a tear to eye and I dabbed it dry with the cuff of my sweater. Fall quarter really went fast. I had everything down to a system and really enjoyed my classes. We started to see companies scheduling to come to campus to recruit. So starting winter quarter I would begin interviewing with them. As soon as final exams were held, I was back to being an escort full time. I asked Antonio to book me only with regulars, since this would be my last Christmas and I wanted too thank them all for their generosity these last three years. Antonio was sad to realize that my time at the club was coming to an end, but he saw the wisdom of it. "Ok from now on I will direct new customers to the other girls and you will concentrate on making your regular customers happy." The word obviously spread that I was graduating this year and leaving. Most of the men I had been with, didn't want to miss having me at least one more time, and I was soon booked up all through the holidays, even into winter quarter. For Christmas my friends went as couples to their parents' homes. It was obvious that their futures were going to be together. I envied them to an extent. I still had not communicated with my parents in the last two years. I don't think they tried to call me either, not that I had made it easy for them. I did know their phone number, but I had never given them mine. Besides they would be looking for Jim not Jamie. If they had tried I'm sure they would have thought that I had dropped out of school and vanished. Maybe I was wrong in not staying in touch, but they would never have understood. I decided then that I should at least drop them a Christmas card telling them that I was alright. I went to the store and bought one, enclosing in it a short note. I didn't tell them anything really, except that I wished them well and that I would be graduating this year. I signed it Jamie, which I'm sure would puzzle them. I mailed it without a return address, because I didn't want them showing up unannounced. If we were ever to meet again it would have to be on my terms. The Christmas party was as usual quite enjoyable. Candi had taught me even a better routine for my striptease, and I had practiced a few new positions that would really turned the men on for the second half of the party. For the most part I was on top playing with them. I would bring them just to the point of climax and bring them back down again, until they were ready to explode. Obviously I was the one holding up the show the entire day and evening. Everyone was always waiting for me to come back down with my second partner so they could swap again. Those who had to wait were a little put off, but my partners were all very satisfied. Besides it really wasn't that bad. Some of these guys needed more time to recuperate than the others. For Christmas, Candi and I celebrated together. We even invited a couple other girls from the club, who didn't have families or at least didn't have families that they could deal with, over to our place for Christmas dinner. Candi and I did all of the cooking. I was in charge of the turkey and stuffing and Candi did all of the side dishes. It wasn't perfect but we all had a good time. We even organized and went out caroling. We got a few strange looks but because it was Christmas everyone put aside their prejudices and enjoyed our music. It's not often that you hear an all girl choir signing four part harmony including bass. New Year's Eve was held at the club and was a very nice affair. I was back in my waitress costume and ready for my last ten weeks working at the club. The next morning, I slept in and got up late. It was a chilly day, so I put on a robe and some warm slippers. Candi and I planned to go out to a sports bar later in the day to watch a bowl game. We really didn't care who was playing, we just wanted to have a good time cheering for whatever team the rest of the bar was cheering for. It was then that I heard my cell phone ring. Seeing the name displayed on the phone I screamed with joy. "It's my therapist," I called out to Candi. I answered the phone, "Happy New Year Dr Miller." "Happy New Year Jamie, I have good news," she said. I was on pins and needles. "What is it?" "I have finished your report and I have found that you should be allowed to have Sexual Reassignment Surgery." "Oh thank you doctor. Thank you, thank you, thank you." "You're quite welcome Jamie. I'll forward a copy to your surgeon if you want." "Yes, please do send him a copy. I'll schedule an appointment with him as soon as his office opens tomorrow." "Well, I've enjoyed having you as a patient, and I wish you the best in the future." "You have really been a great help in my transition. I really value the time I've spent with you." "Well thank you and if you ever need my help, please feel free to call. Have a happy new year Jamie. Goodbye." "Thank you and goodbye doctor," I answered and hung up the phone. The next morning I got up early and called Dr Winston to make my appointment. I was scheduled for a late afternoon on the Monday of the following week. I was on cloud nine as I went to the bookstore to complete buying my school books and supplies for winter quarter. Of course I bumped into a couple friends. Amber and Brian were there. "Where's Ashley?" I asked. "Ashley and David moved in together in our old apartment and I moved in with Brian in David and Brian's old apartment," said Amber. "Cozy. I don't see a ring yet." "We're thinking about it. We all thought that living together would be better for now till we knew we were ready. So what's new with you?" "Nothing much, except my therapist has approved my SRS and I go into my surgeon next week to schedule it." "Wow, you're really going to do it," said Brian. "Good for you." "Yes Jamie, I'm happy for you," said Amber. "It looks like we all will have new beginnings." "Well I have to go now and look up the assignments for the classes tomorrow," I said. "Then I have to work tonight." "Still escorting?" asked Amber. "Yes, but only on Saturdays. Tonight I'm a waitress." "Ok then we'll see you at class tomorrow. We're going to make it an early evening." "Well have fun you two. Bye." I watched them walk away hand in hand until they turned the corner and disappeared from sight. I thought to myself, "What good friends I have." That week went very smoothly. On Saturday the first basketball game of winter quarter was played in the coliseum. I was there as an escort and this time my school jersey was shear enough to see how hard nipples could become when I jumped excitedly. My client had a hard time not jumping my bones right there in the crowd. My friends were also there and saw me. We waved to each other. By this time they had no problem seeing me with older men and I had no problem being seen. The following Monday was my appointment with Dr Winston. I was there fifteen minutes early dressed in my college clothing. The receptionist finally called me in and led me to the doctor's office. "The doctor will be right in, Jamie." "Thank you," I responded. The doctor opened the door and came in, closing the door behind him. "Well hello again Jamie." "Hello doctor. Did you get the report from Dr. Miller?" I asked. "Yes I have it right here and it is favorable for your SRS." "That's what she told me. Will you please do the surgery?" "Yes Jamie I will do your surgery. I've already prepared some forms here. I just need to get some information and we need to schedule a date and financing." "What information," I asked. "Well I need to know who will be caring for you once you leave the hospital, and I need to know if there are any other surgeries that you would like to include." "Oh my roommate, Candi, will be caring me and I will be caring her after you complete her surgery. As for any other surgeries besides the SRS, I will have to say no. I like the way I look and don't want to change anything else." "That's good. As for the date, do you have a date in mind?" "Yes I would like the Friday of finals week in March. I will be done with finals on Thursday morning and will have a week and a half before I have to return to class." "Let's see that's far enough out in the future to probably work. Yes it does. I can put you down for March 18th. Now as for the financing, the cost of the surgery and other hospital costs are on this form." He handed me a piece of paper and I examined it. "Well I don't have all of it yet, but by the end of the quarter I will be able to pay cash." "That's just fine, although I would recommend certified checks, one for me and one for the hospital. Just have the checks ready the week before the surgery. Bring them into my office and we'll make sure everything is ready. The day of the surgery, I want you to sign in at the hospital registration desk at 8am. Do not eat the evening before surgery. You can have water but no other fluids. Candi can come in later say 11am, and I'll see her in the waiting room after you enter the recovery room. You'll stay in the hospital for several days and then we'll send you home to convalesce." "I'll have the checks as you have requested on the 11th and will be at the hospital at 8am on the 18th. Thank you doctor," I said as I got up and shook his hand. "You're welcome Jamie. It's a pleasure having you as a patient and tell Candi that she can come in next week to make her appointment if she wants." "I'll tell her. Bye doctor," I said and headed home to tell Candi. Walking through the door of the apartment I called out to Candi, "I'm scheduled for the Friday of exams week. The doctor said you should come in and schedule your operation." "Really, how much did he say it would cost. I handed her the sheet." "Wow that's steep. I'll have enough after the Mardi Gras party, how about you?" she asked. "I have it now, but I still need money for tuition and rent through June so it'll about the same for me. Hopefully by then the Mardi Gras money will give me a nest egg because after my surgery I'm not working at the club anymore." "Good for you. I still have to find something else to do for a living. I could work the straight strip clubs for a while until I sort out my future. You were the smart one and stayed in school. I bet you'll never even have to tell anyone that you worked at the club." "You got it. My r?sum? will only list my time at college and a part time job as a waitress. Nobody needs to know anymore." "Ya, I would have a problem explaining what I was doing in the years between my reputable jobs. What do you plan on doing after college?" "I don't really know. I didn't do any work for a corporation over the summer and I'm not in a co-op program. I will be interviewing as much as possible during winter and spring quarters or I could apply to a graduate school and maybe get a teaching associate job. I am near the top of my class. Ya maybe I should start looking into that now. I need to talk to some of my professors. If I find a job I want, I can always drop it, but if I don't find something, I can continue my education and find even a better job. Thanks Candi." "Thanks for what? I only asked what you were planning to do after college." "Well then thanks for being a sounding board," I said and we both laughed. I did carry through with my plan and got letters of support from three of my professors. I looked up some good schools on the internet. I didn't want to stay at State for my MBA. It was a good school but there were better ones and besides more importantly, I wanted a new start. I didn't want my past to follow me. Not that it scared me. I just wanted people to first accept me as a woman without question. If later it got out that I had once been a man, I was sure I could handle it. I sent out applications to a dozen schools and waited. I also began interviewing for jobs and was learning how to impress recruiters. In the mean time I studied my ass off. I needed to finish up strong to get a research or teaching associate job. Being a student, a waitress and an escort didn't leave much time. Actually the waitress and escort jobs were a breeze now. I knew what drinks my customers wanted as soon as they stepped through the door, and I knew what turned on each of my clients in bed. I was going to miss this job, but my future in the business world appeared bright while my future as an escort would only last a couple years before younger girls would begin taking my place. I thought of what had happened to Destiny. I hoped she had found something new. With what I know now, I would say that she is definitely too old for this business. Then my mind roamed and I thought "It would be nice if I could find a man with whom I could have a lifetime commitment, someone who loved me and someone for me to love." By the time of the Mardi Gras business party I had been to six basketball games as well as to a touring Broadway show. With the money I would make tonight and over the next couple weeks of winter quarter, I would have the nest egg I needed for my move to another city, regardless of whether the move was to a new job or to graduate school. I was all smiles as I was introduced that night. Knowing it was my last party I relished every cock. I was giddy and a chatter box. Some of the men liked me chattering some would make a face or comment and I would clam up and just do my job. The smart ones were the ones who let me talk. For them I did my best stripteases and gave the best blow jobs. Well at least that was what my gentlemen told me. For the evening fuck fest, I allowed the gentlemen to fuck me as they pleased. However if they allowed me to take control, I made sure it was pure ecstasy for both of us. By this time, Candi and I had accumulated what must be the largest library of sex manuals and videos in the Midwest and I knew how to use them. Knowing that the pictures of my birthday party were already on the computers of all these gentlemen, I now felt freer being photographed. After all what could a couple more compromising pictures hurt? I allowed them to photograph me giving them a blow job or them fucking me, if they so pleased. Which evidently they did so please, because all but one married gentleman called in the photographer. It was the best party of all the parties I had been too. I walked out with over three thousand dollars. The next two weeks were my last two weeks at the club. I enjoyed talking to everyone and saying goodbye to my regulars. Finally it was the last week. All week long my regular customers and clients came in to say goodbye and give me a final kiss. I was in tears all week. Friday night I was called up to the stage and given presents and flowers. I thanked everyone for being so nice to me over the last three and half years. I told them that I was about to complete my transition and become a new woman. I wished them all well and made a slow exit saying goodbye to everyone between me and the door. As I was about to exit Antonio caught up to me. "Jamie tonight we said goodbye to you at the club. Tomorrow I will say the final goodbye. You are going to be my escort. We are going to a fine restaurant, then to the opera to see La Traviata then back to my place for the night. I want you dressed formally and I will pick you up at 6 o'clock." "Antonio you have been so good to me. It would be my pleasure to be with you for the final act of my escorting career." I picked up the gifts that I had been given and along with Candi's help loaded up my car. The next day I started by getting my class notes organized. I didn't really have time to study. I just had time to arrange the papers and notes from the four different classes on the kitchen table so that they would be ready for me tomorrow when I would have time. My appointment at the beauty salon was for one o'clock, so I left home at a quarter of one. I wanted to look my best tonight. I had my hair done in an upsweep so that the nape of my neck would be bare. I had both a manicure and a pedicure. And finally I had my legs waxed along with a bikini wax. It wasn't summer but I still wanted my body to be as feminine as possible. I'm really not sure why I wasted the money since next week it would be shaved clean anyway by a nurse. Still I liked the look. I got home by four o'clock and started getting my outfit together. I chose a long black evening gown that was slit up the side and cut low enough to display my amble bosom. I used a pushup bra to increase the effect and admired myself in the mirror. I wore garters and hose along with a black lace bikini brief. For my shoes, I picked out a pair of four-inch, high-heel, black, open-toed shoes with rhinestones on the straps. For jewelry, I wore the diamond jewelry I had been given at my birthday party consisting of a pair of diamond ear studs, a diamond solitaire slider on a white gold necklace and the diamond tennis bracelet that Antonio had given me. Too this I added a nice zircon ring that a client had given me for Christmas a year ago. I found my favorite perfume and dabbed a bit on each wrist, behind each ear and in my cleavage. Before I knew it, it was six o'clock. I looked at myself again in the mirror. It was perfect. I was perfect. I grabbed my wrap and purse just as the limousine pulled up. Antonio knocked on the door and I opened it. There stood Antonio. He really was a handsome in his tuxedo. He offered me his arm, "Shall we go?" "Yes, kind sir," I responded as if out of a dream. Tonight was my last night as an escort. I intended it to be something special. The dinner was excellent. We had escargot as an appetizer, a light salad and entrees of filet minon with specially prepared vegetables. Antonio chose a French Bordeaux wine to accompany the meal. We talked about all the different things that had happened in the last three years and laughed a lot. I said no to the third glass of wine. "Remember what happened that last time you got me drunk. We don't want that to happen again do we?" "Well not tonight anyway," he said giving me an evil grin. After dinner we got back into the limo and went on to the opera. We had excellent loge seats. The opera was about a courtesan who falls in love and dies in the end. I identified with her except I wished Verdi had put a nicer ending on it. Still by the time the curtain went down, I was in tears. I excused myself to the women's room and repaired my makeup. Antonio then led me back to the limousine and to his estate. As we pulled up, I couldn't help but think of all the times I had arrived before. This was my last time as an escort. It was sinking in now. The chauffer opened the door and Antonio got out first and then helped me out. "That will be all for the evening, Steven," said Antonio to the chauffer. "Very good sir," said the chauffer. He got in the limo and drove to the garage. Antonio put his hand behind my back and slid it down grabbing my ass as he guided me to the front door. The long gown made my strides short and I giggled all the way to the front door. Antonio opened the door and turned to me. Then all of a sudden he swooped me up and carried me up the steps just like a scene out of that old movie "Gone With the Wind" with Clark something and a?. Well I forget. Anyway it was wonderful. We undressed each other. I still had my garter and hose on when we fell into bed. He suckled from my breasts which drove me wild. I absolutely loved my breasts. I loved it when a man fondled them, or gently played with my nipples. I especially loved it when a man would suckle like a baby. I liked the suckling best of all. After that I got on top. I made sure not to allow him to cum too fast, just getting him to the brink and then pulling back each time. I had really gotten good at controlling a man's climax. For an hour I kept it going then finally he got on top and gained control. I had already been satisfied twice, when he took me with my legs straight in the air, and my hands holding tight to the dowels in the headboard. I was screaming by the time he climaxed. He must have shot his largest load ever. I could feel it filling my bowels. He then fell into my bosom and I gently combed his hair with my fingers. He gave me a long passionate tongue filled kiss before carrying me to the shower. We lathered up each other's body before rinsing off as one, in a long embrace. Getting back to bed I climbed in and cuddled up to him. Before long we were both asleep. I felt the sun coming through the window hitting my face and realized that Antonio's right hand was on my right breast. I reached across with my left hand and placed it on top of his hand. He awoke slowly and began massaging my breast. In a few minutes we were again at it. I crawled on top and settled down to his cock. It was still hard from his sleep and I didn't want to waste it. I ran my tongue ring up and down his member making him shiver. I then turned my back to him and mounted him. He sat back and let me do all the work for a while before pulling out from under me and assuming control. He pushed me forward and I found myself once again on all fours taking it doggy style. I was definitely a bitch in heat and this was the most appropriate position for me. After fifteen minutes he stiffened up and climaxed. This time however he pulled out of me and ejaculated over the small of my back then spanked me with his softening cock. I turned my head to him, "Thank you Antonio for three marvelous years." After that he took me again to the bathroom where we took a bubble bath together and talked about the future. After I got dressed in my evening gown, Antonio, wearing only his bathrobe, led me to the front door. Steven was waiting and drove me home in the limo. I got out in front of the apartment and went straight in. Candi was still sleeping. I changed into more suitable clothing and went straight to work studying for my finals. The final exams kept my attention away from what I was about to undergo. I studied right up until each exam, but before actually starting the exam, I would give myself just enough time to relax. But not enough time to drift into thinking about my upcoming operation. It wasn't till the last exam was over on Thursday that I allowed myself to think about it. How had it happened? Did I really want it or was it the easy way out? Was it going to hurt? How badly was it going to hurt? It was a blessing that the exams had worn me out because I fell fast asleep by 9 o'clock. My alarm clock went off at 6am and I just barely opened my eyes. I couldn't believe the day was here. I had packed everything I needed the night before and Candi had promised to come to the hospital during my surgery and be there when I came out of recovery. I called the cab company and waited by the front door till the cab arrived. The cab pulled up and the cabby took my bag. "Where to miss?" he asked. "To the main entrance of the university hospital, thank you." "I hope everything is all right?" he asked. "It will be, just a little female problem," I responded without emotion. "Ah, I'll ask no more." "Thank you." I watched the scenery on the way to the hospital and we arrived a couple minutes early. I paid the cabby and gave him a nice tip. Then I went to the desk, signed in and sat down to wait. In a couple minutes my name was called and I followed an orderly to a changing room. I was given a garment to wear and the curtains were drawn. Stripping out of my clothing I looked at my male genitals for the last time. There were no testicles; much of the hair had already been removed by electrolysis so it could line my vagina. "My vagina," I said it aloud just to hear it. I called to the orderly that I was ready. He came in and told me to lie down on the gurney. He raised it up, strapped me down and proceeded to roll me into pre-op. There an anesthesiologist came up to me and explained he would be giving me a sedative to keep me calm and would be in charge of keeping me under during the operation. After what seemed like only a minute to me, I felt myself being moved into the operating room. The nurses moved me onto the operating table and my doctor looked down at me. "How are you feeling Jamie?" he asked. "Sleepy doctor," "Well we are just about to start. Please count backwards from a hundred and we will begin." "one hundred, ninty-nine, ninty- eight, ninty s," "Jamie how are you feeling?" I heard my doctor say. "Groggy. Is it over?" "Yes Jamie it is over. It went very well. You should be very happy with the results. We'll have to wait to see how responsive your nerves are, but cosmetically it was very successful." "Thank you, doctor. Where is Candi?" "She's just outside the door I'll have her come in." With that he left and a couple minutes later Candi came in. "So Jamie you're now a new woman. I'm so jealous." "Well don't be just yet, this is definitely not comfortable. In fact would you please get a nurse? I'm starting to feel pain." Candi went over to the nurses' station and told them how I was feeling. A nurse came over. "Your doctor gave orders to give you a pain killer if you requested it, so I'm going to give it to you now. Ok?" "Yes thanks nurse." The medicine was injected into my saline solution drip tube and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke again and it was Saturday morning. The nurse came in and opened the draperies in my room. "How's our patient this morning." "Well my mouth feels like an army marched through it." She brought me a toothbrush and a basin. Raising my bed to a seated position I was able to brush my teeth. The nurse took away the basin and tooth brush and gently wiped my face with a warm wash cloth. "Thank you. That felt good." I looked down and saw my bandages and the catheter tube that ran down my leg. "When will I see my doctor?" "Dr Winston will make is rounds in the next hour or two. I'll let you know before he gets here. How are you feeling today? Do you still feel pain?" "I feel crowded, but I don't feel any pain at the moment." "Good. I have to go now but I'll look in at you again soon. If in the mean time you need help, just press that button on the side of your bed." "Thanks nurse," I said and dozed off again. ( to be continued )