Becoming Eleanor - Chapter Two free porn video

Jason left the suite, walking out, looking at the security in the hall, his glance seeing one door, slightly ajar. He walked on, hit the elevator button, stepped in, hit the ground floor button, and then got out, moving around the corner. He moved through the wrap around hall, shushing tow more agents on the other entrance. He pulled his cell out, called Margaret. Debbie and Eleanor were laughing, talking when Margaret walked in," Eleanor, change wigs, put the Auburn one on, Debbie get her into some jeans, t-shirt," she turned and hit her call button on the cell. "Hi, just to be safe, we are going to have a decoy leave wit Debbie, I'll follow, we'' leave the woman here, and then come back." She winked to Debbie who without even taking a breath was tossing clothes to Eleanor. "Move it girl, no talking just doing." Margaret walked in, nodding at the fast change, handing Eleanor sunglasses, a ball cap. "Just a tourist, out to shop meeting the husband," she said so calmly, even as she snapped a round in the chamber of the pistol she pulled form under her skirt. She looked at Debbie. "Arm in arm, laugh and be animated, head to the elevator," she looked at her watch, "take the one farthest and go to the lobby, three agents will fall in around you both, just head to the driveway, white SUV, get in I will see you both there." Debbie put Eleanor's now Auburn hair in a pony tail, tossed her the ball cap, and then out they went Debbie began making fun of some saleswoman at some store, laughing and making sure they headed to the elevators. She noticed one door open more, then close, but not all the way. She led her to the elevator, it was waiting. Inside, she finally caught her breath," Seems your man is already taking care of his girl." She patted Eleanor's arm and once in the lobby, they moved straight through three agents moving around, watching as they got in the SUV and the driver sped off. Margaret steeped from the room, turning to look inside. "Remember we'll come back in fifteen minutes," she said sternly, closed the door, headed down the hall, seeing the door Jason had called about. She went into an elevator when it came, but went up, got out, coming down the stairs quietly re-entering the hall. She saw him, he entered the suite, gun in hand. "Son of a bitch," she muttered and moved down the hall in her stockinged feet, the heels left in the stairwell. Jason looked around the corner, smiling, nodded and quietly opened the door to the suite. Margaret followed him in, kneeling by the door as Jason moved across the main room, his eyes to her, then to the bedroom. He came out; looking pissed and pulled out a cell phone, closing it as soon as he heard Jason. "Hello Frank," he said low, his own pistol aimed. The man looked up. "Jason, was just sweeping the suite, making sure..." He stopped dead seeing Margaret with her own pistol aimed at his head. "Couldn't resist, huh?" Jason kept his gaze right on him. The man smiled. "Come on you two, think about it, it hit five million this morning, we can all walk away, never having to do this shit again," he looked at Margaret. "No more baby sitting, no more being the low rung Maggie," he grinned. Margaret kept her pistol up. "I like what I do. " "You always were the good girl Maggie, but Jason, having to fuck trannies, cds, to be of service? Fuck man, with five million we all win, and what's some bitches life anyway?" Jason grinned; Maggie shuddered a bit seeing it. It was not pleasant, it was like a shark knowing the kill was ripe. "You know Frank," the eyes looked cold, "you should never call another man's fianc?e a bitch." He pumped three shots into his head. Margaret moved taking the gun from the dead hand, then the cell, tossing it to Jason. He looked at the number. "Get it to the office, they'll track that." Two agents came in guns drawn, Margaret called out, "Code four, one mole," and they shouldered their weapons seeing Spears. She bagged the phone, handing it to one agent. "Call me," and had the other call a cleaning crew, no one would know.... yet. Jason walked Margaret out, they hit the other room, finding the listening device, notes, even grinning seeing the scribble about decoy. He called the unit commander," Clean up in this one too," then he led Margaret first to her heels, then out of the hotel, both arm in arm as lovers walking out. He drove her to the facility, taking a different route, watching the mirrors. dropped her and went off....he had some follow up work to do. Margaret walked in, seeing Debbie and Eleanor. "I need a coffee, then what say we go over a few procedures ladies," she walked to the cafeteria ahead of them. Laptop in hand. "Why did I need to change wigs?" Eleanor asked Debbie. "Because someone is after you, but don't worry, Jason will sort it all out and do whatever is necessary to keep you safe. Believe it or not, he really does care about you, Eleanor." It was a short drive to the secure clinic where Eleanor was to be operated on. Margaret came in holding her laptop. "I need a coffee, then what say we go over a few procedures ladies?" A few procedures Eleanor thought. I bet she means the operations I'll have to go through to make me as close to a genuine girl as possible. She could not help squirming and crossing her legs at the thought of the short-term pain and the longer term itching. It was not long before Margaret came back with a doctor in a white coat. "This is Dr Blumkin, and he will be the one who operates on you. He is a highly skilled surgeon who has a security clearance at the highest level. This is no ordinary hospital, this is one for when CIA agents, Special Forces and other such people are injured in the course of their duties or fall sick. Even if they did know where you are, the Mafia could not get an assassin inside here. You are totally safe. Dr Blumkin, what operation do you think she needs today?" "A ribectomy." "A rib-what?" Eleanor asked. You want to cut one of my ribs off? What on earth for? I need my ribs to hold my organs inside my body." "It will give you a very feminine appearance. And we would not be considering doing it if it would be too dangerous or result in long term pain. I have been a surgeon for eighteen years and know exactly what I am doing, and the removal of a single rib will not cause your organs to spill out all over the place, as the rest of your ribs will compensate for the missing one." "You need to look as girlish as possible to keep you safe," Debbie reminded Eleanor, "and to be able to live your life without wondering when you will be shot down, blown up or kidnapped and slowly tortured to death. We promise not to subject you to any surgery that is not vital for enabling you to pass as the girl you now are. When we have finished you will be a truly beautiful girl." Another agent walked in and flashed his badge to Margaret. "There is good news and bad news. The bad news is that Agent Frank turned out to be a double agent working for the Mob. The good news is that Agent Spears gave him what he deserved and gunned him down. And this despite the fact that the traitor offered him a hefty share of the five million dollar price on our witness's head. He said, "You should never call another man's fianc?e a bitch," before he shot the traitor dead. Eleanor looked at them and thought Five million dollars...and he didn't hesitate to put my needs first and kill a man to keep me safe. He must really care about me...maybe he truly loves me? But why? He doesn't even know me properly yet. His cover may be as my fianc?e but in reality we scarcely know each other. Why is he willing to go so far for me? "Follow me to the operating theatre," Dr Blumkin said, and somewhat reluctantly Eleanor followed him with Margaret and Debbie following behind. The doctor told them to wait outside and helped Eleanor up onto a gurney. "I'm going to give you a shot to relax you, but first take two more pills, the same as the ones you have taken before. Then I will put you out for the operation and you will wake up when it's over. I promise you that nothing will go wrong. If we wanted you dead, we would have let the Mafia murder you." Eleanor took the pills and allowed Dr Blumkin to inject her, gritting her teeth as the needle went in. As a male she had always hated shots, and this was one thing that was never going to change. After her eyes glazed over Dr Blumkin gave her another shot, this time one of female hormones to speed up the physical and mental changes in her, and then put her out with gas, before starting the operation. When Eleanor woke, her first thought was Where am I? After remembering where she was, she felt a dreadful itching all the way across her stomach. She opened her eyes and tried to scratch, but her hands were tied down in medical restraints, and there was no way she could work up any friction against the itch. She saw Jason looking down at her, with a tube of anti itch cream in his hands. "Hi Jason. Please could you either free my hands or give my belly a good scratch? I'm itching like crazy here." Jason came in as Eleanor was in the recovery room. He and Margaret talked, going over a few things, and she informed him that he was going to be briefed on what numbers were on Frank's cell. He took it al in stride, and then turned seeing the gurney come out with Eleanor in wrist restraints. Margaret looked at him, smiled. "She's a scratcher," she chuckled a little, handed him a tube of anti itch medication, "You or me?" He grinned. "A chance to touch? Definitely me Margaret, when she sleeps I'll page you, we'll meet in the conference room." She nodded, left with a smile, seeing him look at her. Jason walked in, sat, waiting patiently, and when her eyes fluttered open, he stood, letting her get her vision. "Shhhh," he put the straw to her lips, "Sip some water," he let her get some liquid. Then shook his head softly no as he undid the cap, "This will help hon." He let his fingers glide along her incision, soft, spreading the dream with her gown revealing a lot of her stomach, the soft skin. The pills alone taking body hair away. Jason spread the cream on her, his other hand softly caressing her soft skin, running little circles and caressing her. Jason leaned hearing her sighs, seeing her nipples hard now, erect, and pushing almost through the soft gown. His lips settled on her own, a long, soft kiss, then pulling back a bit, looking at her, "No scratching hon," his lips found her's again, one hand stroking her lower belly, teasing her, as his tongue lightly traced her full lips. "You need sleep, you need to relax tonight hon." Again he kissed her, only this time his hand traced up and along the bottom of her growing breasts, tracing the contour, and as their kiss broke he smiled," I know, mean taking advantage." He kissed her again then stopped to spread more cream on her incision. "Sleep Eleanor, I will not be far honey." His fingers rested on her bare thigh, stroked and he gave her such a kiss. It lingered, softly on her own, searing to her soul, "Sleep hon," and he caressed her face as she went under. Jason and Margaret both went through briefing, the numbers traced showed a bookie's hangout, and one number was a phone anyone could use in a club. Both were being watched even as agents were sweeping Frank's apartment, car and the hotel room. Agents were moving everywhere. Margaret went to find Debbie, get something to eat, and some sleep. Jason went to a room to shower, not even seeing Eleanor being moved to a private room, more comfortable. He stripped and pulling off his jeans, no underware, he stretched, his large cock, even flacid was almost nine inches, swung a bit as he moved slightly to reach for a towel and then head to a shower in the room. "Shhhh," Jason said, as he put a straw to her lips, "Sip some water." Eleanor sucked a little bit in, marvelling at how good it tasted. It did nothing, however to ease her itching stomach. She wriggled in her bonds, franticly trying to scratch, as he shook his head and unscrewed the cap on a tube of anti-itch cream. He gently squirted the cool cream into the itchy incision and rubbed it in gently, careful not to scratch. This feels good...so good, almost as if he was running his nails up and down my itchy skin. I still want to wipe it, but I'm not going to be doing any wiping or scratching anytime soon. He leaned down and planted his lips on hers in a long, warm, smoochy kiss, his tounge stroking hers before he pulled away. "No scratching hun." That kiss feels so warm and sweet and soft...I think I'm going to like kissing him in the future. "You need sleep, you need to relax tonight hon." Eleanor shuddered, as he ran one hand along under the edges of her breasts, whilst with the other he continued to rub in the cream, leaving no bit of the itchy area uncreamed, soothing away the itch. "I know, mean taking advantage." I don't think it's mean. As a male I liked the idea of bondage sex, in fact it makes me even hornier. Oh great, with my hands tied I can't masturbate. Good thing I'm so tired or I'd be really horny right now. "Sleep Eleanor, I will not be far honey," he said, stroking her thigh and giving her one of the best kisses she had ever had, either as a male or as a girl. As she was wheeled away she saw Jason take out his penis. It's huge, and a large part of me wants it in me someday. Not in my anus, I hate the very idea, but in my vagina when I have one. And I'm actually looking forward to it, something I never would of thought of before my male self became number one on the Mafia hit list and I ended up as a girl. The next few days were long, boring, and often frustrating when the itch would come back and she could not scratch it. And they watched her very carefully, putting a temporary cast on it when she was let loose to go to the toilet so she could not get her fingers to it. The best part of her day was the evening, when Jason came to talk to her, kiss her and gently massage cream into her quickly healing incision. And every day he visited her without fail, making her like him more and more, a like that was very quickly blossoming into love. Each day she took more of the blue pills, and each day her breasts grew slightly bigger until they were D cups and she didn't need to take the pills any more. Just as well, if they were any bigger they would be too big. After only two weeks the incision healed and the itch died away and she was allowed to get out of her restraints, have a shower and get properly dressed. When she saw Jason she said, "I'm going stir crazy here...please could I have a break from going under the knife? I'm thinking we could go out on a date together." Jason had shown up each evening, sitting with her, making sure he applied the cream, and talking. He made sure she got to laugh, and he looked at her as she progressed with more and more admiration for not just her body, but also her attitude and her female personality showing more each time. He arrived seeing her dressed, the incision heeled, and her a bit stir crazy. He laughed, "get your coat we have something to do," he was grinning wide, and watching her movements. Eleanor was beautiful and she had not completed her work yet. When she retrieved a jacket, he led her out, stopping only at security for her new identification, a Gucci purse, wallet with two credit cards, one was in his name as the second card holder. She had a birth certificate, social security number, and health benefits card, a few more pieces. There was also some very high end lip gloss, make up in there, and roughly five hundred dollars in cash. Her new persona was apparent now. Jason led her through a side door, down a hall, into a secure parking area and helped her in his car. He drove out; the night-lights on the streets seemed brighter. He pulled up to a restaurant, they entered," figured you could use a good meal hon," and they ordered dined and laughed at the freedom she was experiencing. He led her out, walking with her along the streets, his hand in her's, and they got coffees and walked along sipping them. He stopped at a park, and reached in his jacket, handing her a piece of paper. "We own the house now Eleanor, it is done. Right now they are redoing a few things, but when you are finished I think you will be glad to get there." Jason loved how she draped herself in his arms, kissing each other with unadulterated passion. He helped her up, his arm slid around her, and they walked some more, taking in windows, he was making sure she had some air, something to look forward to and then led her into the jewellery store. "A reward hon," and he picked out a pair of hanging diamond earrings, a pendant to match. They stood right there, kissing as if no one else was around. He walked her past other people, through crowds; a few appreciative glances were given to her by men. Jason in his way was letting her know she was looking damn good, and could walk without fear. He kept her out for quite some time, and then drove back to the facility. They parked the car, and he turned, kissing her, holding her, his fingers undid her blouse, unfastened her bra, revealing her large sumptuous tits. He licked her nipples, sucked them, kneading her breasts, listening to her moans, her girlish tones. He moaned himself feeling her fingers undoing his jeans, her soft hands grasping his hardening cock, the two kissing intensely, her soft gasps as she broke a kiss and looked down at his hard cock. Jason was not forcing a thing, they were into their heavy petting, but he moaned so loud, as he watched her tongue come out and began licking his swollen cock. His own fingers toying with her nipples as he felt her running her tongue al over his cock. "Honey, we stop now or we go further," his voice husky, desire dripping from it, and he watched her lick her lips as she sat up, smiling, her eyes shining, her hand still holding his swollen member. Jason grinned and laughed. "Get your coat we have something to do." Eleanor got her coat and took his hand, holding it tightly as they walked out together. He gave her a beautiful leather Gucci purse. What's inside? A new passport in the name of Eleanor Hunter, now we can go abroad on holiday. All my other documents that you need now except a driving license, but I don't mind that as I can't drive without crashing and am not interested in learning. Driving is no fun now that nearly everyone has cars. A Gucci purse, two credit cards, one seems to be mine alone, five hundred dollars, and some lipstick and make-up, I know I'll be using that. I'm a rich girl, up to a point anyway. I feel like a princess, Jason's princess. He totally loves and cares about me and wants me to be happy. She let him help her into his car and they drove along through the streets. I feel so safe and loved with him by my side. she thought. He took her to a restaurant. "Figured you could use a good meal hon," he said grinning. She ordered prawns, steak and fries and ate in the way Margaret had taught her. If she had ate in her old male way, everyone would have stared at her for all the wrong reasons, as she used to eat with her fingers. "Am I your princess?" she asked him. "Yes, you are, my love, and I totally care about you." After chatting together and walking hand in hand, he gave Eleanor a piece of paper. "We own the house now Eleanor, it is done. Right now they are redoing a few things, but when you are finished I think you will be glad to get there." What will he think when I tell him, that whilst I would be happy to make love to him, I cannot fall asleep in bed with someone else beside me? I'll keep that to myself for now, I think. She put her arms around his waist and kissed him passionately, not caring that it was in public, her tounge stroking his, and even with the female hormones, and even imprisoned firmly in it's gaff, her penis stiffened and she reached down to adjust it, feeling sure that he must have felt it against his body. She looked into his eyes and he gave no sign of being offended. Technically, I am a she-male right now, and he knows it but he does not care. To him I am his honey, his princess, and the true love of his life. And you know what? I love it. She walked along hand in hand, window-shopping until they came to a Tiffany jewellery shop and he brought a diamond pendant and a pair of diamond earrings for her. "They're lovely." "They're fit for a princess, my princess," Jason replied, and leaned in and planted a big kiss on her lips. When they drove back to the hospital and stopped the car, he parked it and kissed her passionately, and started undoing her buttons of her blouse. He undid her bra and gazed at her big beautiful breasts, running his fingers across her nipples, and then running his tounge across them. He planted circles of kisses on her breasts, kneading them, stroking them. Eleanor moaned. That feels so good, I can hardly believe how good it feels, much better then sex when I was a male, a time that seems so long ago. I think I'll show him how much I love him. She took his cock out, feeling it stiffen like a baton in her hands, and ran her tounge up and down it again and again. "Honey, we stop now or we go further." She looked into his eyes, and licked and stroked him until he orgasmed, then kissed him goodnight and went to see Debbie. "Debbie, it was wonderful. He was totally sweet and kind and he gave me this necklace and these earrings, and then we made love for the first time and he was hung like a horse. We didn't go all the way, as I am not fully a girl yet and am not willing to ever have anal sex, but I do want to go all the way and show him how much I love him." "Eleanor, I am delighted that how far you have come. The hormones really have worked a lot better then I expected." Debbie kissed Eleanor's cheeks softly. He came hard, his cum stopped from arcing into the air by Eleanor's hand. He watched her eyes, seeing her look at his cock as she had licked it, stroked it wanting him to cum. Her hand coated in his fluids, she still played with him. Eleanor had given him a long tongue duelling kiss and headed in, her hips swaying enticingly, her stride showing a different person.... a woman who was adoring her man. He cleaned up a bit, drove out, and to his own condo, Margaret and a director were meeting him there, work to do. Debbie kissed each cheek softly, then giggled holding Eleanor's hands," Hung like a horse you say?" her eyes lit up, her giggling continuing," Don't be telling to many of the women in here, or you might find them wanting to ride that horse cock Eleanor." She giggled and talked with Eleanor, seeing a woman, a woman who really was wanting Jason. Every time she mentioned his name, Debbie saw her nipples go rock hard, her eyes shone, and she was smiling. "Soooo," she said with a smile, "tell me about it in detail," she giggled, the two relaxing, she saw that Eleanor needed this night, needed to take hold of him. She was laying claim to Jason. He walked into the condo, and let them in when the buzzer rang. Once inside they sat at the dining table, going over what had been found out. Margaret looked at Jason as the director spoke, "We don't think Frank got them any info on 'Eleanor' at all. Nothing is being picked up on the taps, the informants, we do believe they are still searching for 'him'. We need to be sure." Jason smiled, "Send a couple to Dubai, let that credit card be used, spend it like water, then have them disappear for a few day, use it again in South Africa, as if he is trying to blend in there." Margaret liked this, just wanting the agents to be out and away before it was caught on. The director nodded, "They will be leaving tomorrow. As for you Jason," he looked across the table, "you sure this is what you want? To go out this way? You will be far outside the loop. More on your own with limited contact. You can walk away now if you want." Margaret looked at him, sighing when she heard Jason, "I am in, I find myself adoring Eleanor. I think we will be fine, the money is there, the house paid for and this will let me be freelance if I get the itch, but somehow I think Eleanor would rather us enjoy ourselves." He grinned, feeling Margaret's hand on his knee, patting it. The director stood, "Once she is complete Jason, you are on your way. I wish you luck, Margaret is your main number, and once you two leave, well, let's just say I appreciate all those hard knocks you took for the agency," he nodded, turned and left. Margaret looked at him, "I do hope you know, Eleanor is falling in love with you." He smiled, "I do," and left it with his look. Margaret smiled, stood, "I am going to give her the final shots this week, the last two when she is being operated on Jason, when she comes out, the doctor says his new techniques will have her very sensitve, very responsive, and able to cum. The good doctor has finally perfected this, so Jason, Eleanor will be a woman, but one thing, she will be very sensitive with her clit," she smiled," you might find yourself soaked," she snickered. Jason laughed," I'll just have to deal with Eleanor soaking me then," he led her out, she had work at the facility and to make sure Eleanor got the rest of the pills...and the serum. Jason watched as the doctor talked to her. The next day Dr Blumkin said, "Today I am going to give you your last operation, to give you a vagina." He said nothing about the serum that would enable her to cum like a woman, as Jason had asked him to keep it as a surprise. Reluctantly Eleanor climbed onto the table after taking her last two pills and he gave her a shot to relax her, Jason leaned as she was going under, "Eleanor, I will be here, I have fallen in love with you woman, and I am laying claim to you." He saw her eyes flutter, a smile and she was out...... Once more Jason came to see her and cared for her, soothing the fiery itch between her legs with cream, making her giggle, keeping her entertained, kissing and cuddling her. When she was fully healed, he told her, "I have a surprise for you, a serum has been developed that will give you all the sexual responses of a genuine girl, meaning you will be able to orgasm and cum when we make love." Debbie walked into the room, "It's true Eleanor," she grinned," the doctor tested it on me, and it does work. I was the test subject, after the Brazilian job, now enjoy your day," she hugged her, then Jason and whispered to Eleanor, "Go get your man." She grinned, rushed into his arms and kissed him passionately, their tongues stroking. She gently rubbed him between his legs, undid his zip and played with his penis, feeling it extend and harden. "What is it about me that you love so much?" she asked him, gazing into his eyes. "Because you are who you are love," he said, then moaned as she stroked his full length, letting her thumb tease the head. Her hand soft, holding his hard cock, and playing with his precum. Jason moved his own hand, pushing the hem of her skirt up, and massaging her mound, her thong becoming increasingly wet and when his finger pressed her clit, he adored her shudder and the moan that came from her. Without words, they released each other and he locked the door, as she removed her blouse, her skirt, and as he stripped she smiled, removing her bra. They moved, her hand again clutching his cock, and he let his fingers tug her thong down, loving how she kicked it from her feet, and moved back, laying on the bed, spreading her legs, and panting as he moved to her. His mouth sucked in a nipple as she grabbed his hard prick and guided it to her wet entrance. Jason looked into her eyes, she bit her lip, nodding slowly and he began sliding inside her, her moan loud, free her legs going up as he let his cock slide deeper, feeling her wet channel grasp and clutch him. As his balls hit her ass, she wrapped her legs around him, her moans coming in gasps as he began giving Eleanor her first real fucking. He came hard, his cum stopped from arcing into the air by Eleanor's hand. He watched her eyes, seeing her look at his cock as she had licked it, stroked it wanting him to cum. Her hand coated in his fluids, she still played with him. Eleanor had given him a long tongue duelling kiss and headed in, her hips swaying enticingly, her stride showing a different person....a woman who was adoring her man. He cleaned up a bit, drove out, and to his own condo, Margaret and a director were meeting him there, work to do. Debbie kissed each cheek softly, then giggled holding Eleanor's hands, "Hung like a horse you say?" her eyes lit up, her giggling continuing, "Don't be telling to many of the women in here, or you might find them wanting to ride that horse cock Eleanor." She giggled and talked with Eleanor, seeing a woman, a woman who really was wanting Jason. Every time she mentioned his name, Debbie saw her nipples go rock hard, her eyes shone, and she was smiling. "Soooo," she said with a smile, "tell me about it in detail," she giggled, the two relaxing, she saw that Eleanor needed this night, needed to take hold of him. She was laying claim to Jason. He walked into the condo, and let them in when the buzzer rang. Once inside they sat at the dining table, going over what had been found out. Margaret looked at Jason as the director spoke, "We don't think Frank got them any info on 'Eleanor' at all. Nothing is being picked up on the taps, the informants, we do believe they are still searching for 'him'. We need to be sure." Jason smiled, "Send a couple to Dubai, let that credit card be used, spend it like water, then have them disappear for a few day, use it again in South Africa, as if he is trying to blend in there." Margaret liked this, just wanting the agents to be out and away before it was caught on. The director nodded, "They will be leaving tomorrow. As for you Jason," he looked across the table," you sure this is what you want? To go out this way? You will be far outside the loop. More on your own with limited contact. You can walk away now if you want." Margaret looked at him, sighing when she heard Jason," I am in, I find myself adoring Eleanor. I think we will be fine, the money is there, the house paid for and this will let me be freelance if I get the itch, but somehow I think Eleanor would rather us enjoy ourselves." He grinned, feeling Margaret's hand on his knee, patting it. The director stood, "Once she is complete Jason, you are on your way. I wish you luck, Margaret is your main number, and once you two leave, well, let's just say I appreciate all those hard knocks you took for the agency," he nodded, turned and left. Margaret looked at him, "I do hope you know, Eleanor is falling in love with you." He smiled, "I do," and left it with his look. Margaret smiled, stood,"I am going to give her the final shots this week, the last two when she is being operated on Jason, when she comes out, the doctor says his new techniques will have her very sensitve, very responsive, and able to cum. The good doctor has finally perfected this, so Jason, Eleanor will be a woman, but one thing, she will be very sensitive with her clit," she smiled," you might find yourself soaked," she snickered. Jason laughed, "I'll just have to deal with Eleanor soaking me then," he led her out, she had work at the facility and to make sure Eleanor got the rest of the pills...and the serum. "So you were a male once like me?" Eleanor asked Debbie. "Yes, I was the Brazilian, but for obvious reasons, keep it to yourself, as there is still a huge price on my head. I feel that I can tell you because you went through the same thing that I did." ***** Eleanor almost screamed in delight as Jason entered her, slowly at first and then faster and faster until they both orgasmed at the same time and she lay there in his arms, kissing and cuddling him. Neither had any fear of pregnancy since Eleanor could not get pregnant, which made the sex so much better as there was no need for contraception. He kissed her forehead and eyelids, her cheeks and chin and lips, his tounge stroking hers. "One of the great things about being a girl, is that you can cum and cum again and again in a much shorter time period," Jason said, licking her nipples to attention and playing with them, flicking his fingers lightly over them as he kissed down her stomach. He gently slipped a finger in between her legs, feeling for her G-spot, hearing her gasp when he found it. Then he added another finger, then another, until he had finger- fucked her multiple times. Neither slept much that night. A few months later came the wedding, with Jason in his tux and Eleanor, perfectly made up, in a beautiful white wedding dress, a diamond necklace at her throat, a diamond ring on her finger. She did not invite her parents, but that was not out of fear of being tracked down and killed but out of embarrassment, as she did not know how to explain to them that their son was now their daughter. End