The Switch free porn video

THE SWITCH Let me introduce us: our names are Lisa and John and we're a happily married couple. Our story is, well, unorthodox and not anything I could have ever imagined, but also not anything I would change. We met by chance one day on the street. I mean, life is so unpredictable, isn't it? This was nearly two years ago and we almost passed each other by but then, both of us, turned around as if we'd seen a twin. I mean, we're different sexes but boy did we look alike. There are only so many types of noses, lips, eyes, etc., out there in the world so it makes sense that once in a while you will run across someone who has features like yours. With a couple of billion people on earth there are probably lots of near twins running around. It's just that they usually aren't running around on the same street as you are. We were both 25, with birthdays only two months apart. We were both three years out of college but our colleges were a thousand miles from the other. So what features did we share? Well, brown hair for a start. It's a soft brown, sable might a better word to describe it, and but for a different gene or two we would have been blonds. Both of us were wearing our hair long, about the same length. Both of us have green eyes. What are the odds of that? Slim, about 5'8". Long slim legs and arms. High cheekbones. Elegant noses. Full lips. Remember, I'm describing both of us here. As if all that weren't enough, it was a Saturday and we were both wearing tight fitting jeans and t-shirts. Lisa's t-shirt had two mounds on the front so, ok, we didn't look exactly alike. Even so if you think my description made John look too effeminate, you would be wrong. One of us looked very much like a girl and the other very much like a boy. Does that make sense, even though I have said we looked like twins? Actually we looked like we should be models. We weren't models, but we confessed later on that both of us had once had that ambition. Instead, we were both working from home on our computers for two companies down town. Lisa's company advised insurance companies and hospitals, etc, about new breakthrough medical procedures and how to incorporate them. My company was less technical although it was involved in world-wide finance. Just standing there on the street, talking, sizing each other up, wanting to actually touch each other but holding back, we had a thousand questions, most of them centered on having a mother who gave one of us away. Of course that wasn't true, and we knew it, but the idea did give us a few laughs. One thing for certain, we knew we would go out on a date that very evening. We dated for a few weeks and quickly fell in love. We decided to move in together although it was Lisa who first brought up the idea. She pushed for it. Looking back, it's easy to see that her mind was racing ahead, far ahead of mine. From a practical point of view, since one of our apartments was larger, the one that belonged to Lisa - it had a master bedroom with two closets and separate bathrooms - I gave up mine and moved in with her. I packed up my computer and clothes and was a happy man. We hadn't made love before moving in together as Lisa wanted to be sure about us. That wasn't exactly ok with me but Lisa has a way of getting what she wants. And after we were living together we didn't make love quite as often as I thought we would but when we did make love it was fantastic. At first I was confused as to when Lisa would be in the mood but I soon sensed that we would always make love the evening after I agreed to do something her way, if we had had a disagreement. It could have been over just a small thing, but it must have been important to her, and I found it easier to just agree to whatever she wanted. Sex was that good. It's not that she was training me, exactly, but I couldn't help but think that that is way a trainer trains dogs and ponies. Rewards for good behavior. I have to relate what happened the first time we had removed our clothes and were going to finally make love. My manhood is rather large and she looked me over - I mean, really looked me over, almost licking her lips - - and said, "I can't wait to get my hands on your cock and balls." That can be understood two ways but at the time I assumed she was merely eager to play with me. And play with me she did. During the day we pretty much stayed at our computers. Out jobs were important to us. But at night, oh boy! I mean, I looked for ways to first disagree with her over something and then to quickly "change my mind" and agree. Lisa was much more imaginative than I was and she loved playing games. We would pretend to be student and teacher, vicar and tart, policeman and speeder, broke renter and landlord, etc. Great fantasies when you are in bed! One day, this was a month or so after we started living together, she said she thought it would be fun if we tried to dress like the other. "Let's see just how much we do look alike," she laughed and said. I had already told myself to do to do about everything she wanted but this took me back. "Are you sure?" I asked. "We're both finished for the day. "So, why not? Can you just imagine how sexy we will both be tonight, afterwards, I mean?" "I've never even thought about putting on a dress." "There's always a first time, right?" She gave me a big smile and I said, "Yes, ok." It seemed like an easy thing to say "yes" to as I thought it would be over in a few hours and then she would think up something else fun to do. But I knew my part in this switch wouldn't be easy. Working at home can lead to personal sloppiness so Lisa had decided that every day she would get up and put on a dress, hose and heels and do her makeup. She always looked great, of course, and if we were to switch clothes then I knew what ones I would be wearing. For my part, I usually wore blue oxford cloth button down shirts, kahki slacks -- always freshly ironed and pressed -- and solid lace shoes. So she had it way easier. "Come on, let's get started," she said. We went back to the bedroom and stripped. Her clothes went into a pile as did mine. I started to reach over to pick up hers, to put them on, when she stopped me. "Are you kidding," she said? "You want to put my clothes on over hairy legs? You have a lot to do before you get to wear my things." "Like what?" "I'll show you. First, I want you to shave." I had shaved that morning but by the afternoon, of course, I wasn't as closely shaved as I needed to be. Then she said, '"Into the shower, 'Lisa."' When she called me by her name I didn't understand what she was doing. "Lisa?" I said. "Yes, 'Lisa'," she replied. When you're in these clothes that's who you are." She took a bottle of hair remover and spread it all over my legs and much of my body. It started stinging and she let it sting for a while before she turned on the water. I felt even nuder watching all that hair going down the drain. Next she sat me at her dresser and styled my hair to be more liked hers. There wasn't all that much she could do at that point but with some hair spray and bobby pins it surprised me how much my hair matched hers. Her hair had blond highlights, thanks to her salon, but there was no way she could accomplish that effect with me. "Hold still," she said, "this part is important. Your eyebrows are fuller than mine and I need to shape them somewhat. Close your eyes." It hurt having tweezers pulling out so many hairs but I put up with it, not understanding how far she would go shaping my eyebrows to be exact copies of hers. She laughed when I finally opened my eyes and said, "Holy shit!" "Now I'll do mine," she said. Looking into a mirror she took an eyebrow pencil and made her eyebrows thicken up to where they looked like mine had before she started in on them. "Lisa," I said. "How will I be able to go outside with such feminine eyebrows?" I was really concerned. "I want you to call me 'John' the rest of the day. Ok?" Then she reminded me that we worked at the house most of the day and when we went out, usually to a movie or restaurant, it was dark so who would see me? And why would I care if someone did? The next thing she did was to put foundation on my face. This was followed by lipstick, eyeliner and subtle color added to my high cheekbones. I fussed when she painted my nails the same color as my lipstick. As I was sitting there, somewhat stunned, she took some brownish color and gave herself a five o'clock shadow. "Neat!" she said checking herself in the mirror. She then styled her hair to look more like my boyish style. That required a few snips with scissors but that was a small price for her to pay after she had shaped my eyebrows. "Let's get dressed!" she said. When I stepped into her panties I said, "These are a little moist, shouldn't I get a fresh pair?" "Absolutely not," she said. '"Lisa', you made them moist sitting on your butt all day so it's only fair that you continue wearing them." We both thought that was funny so I left them on and picked up her bra. I put it on backwards so I could snap it then slid it around to where the cups were on the front. She took panties from a drawer and stuffed them into the cups. She was a 34C so it took a couple of handfuls before I was successfully filed out, but even so the shape wasn't as realistic as I know she wanted it to be. "This is the best I can do on such short notice," she said. She rolled nylons up my legs. They were Hold-Ups, in that they would stay up without garters, and I couldn't help but enjoy the way the tops hugged my thighs so tightly, and the lace on them gently tickled me. I had never before felt anything as sensual. Never in my life. She must have noticed my reaction for she smiled and said, "Nice, aren't they?" I then stepped into her three inch heels, which slid on easily over my nylon covered feet, and I walked a few steps to see if I could walk without falling. I surprised myself. I wasn't bad at it so I knew after a few hours of practice I would be able to walk just fine. Then she showed me how to lower a dress over on head and let it drop into position, smoothing out the skirt as it did. The dress she had worn that day had a very short skirt and a scoop top that came close to showing my bra. It was a floral sundress, with a full skirt, that a week earlier I had said I liked it on her. As she zipped it up the back, imprisoning me in that silky garment, I realized I had become someone different. In a short time I had become, well, someone else. How could something like that happen, and so quickly? I thought. She stood back and looked me over. "Oops," she said. "You have a bulge in front. She then lifted my skirt and slipped a sanitary napkin into my panties. It did flatten my bulge, more or less. "Well have to work on that," she said. The whole thing was disturbing, to say the least, but Lisa wouldn't let me dwell on it. Instead she said, "You have great legs. I knew you would when I first saw you on the street wearing those tight fitting jeans. Now watch me dress." She knew if I was watching her it would take my mind off my own transformation. She quickly put on my boxer shorts, then pulled on my slacks, pulling the zipper up slowly the way a man might if he wanted to be sure he wasn't going to catch himself with the zipper. She looked over at me to be sure I had understood what she was doing. She took a bandeau bra from a drawer, which flattened her boobs considerably - why had she owned one? - - then put on my oxford cloth shirt and buttoned it. When she had put on my socks and shoes she walked over and gave me a kiss. "Let's go to the movies," she said. "Like this?" I replied, suddenly so frightened I almost had to pee. "Yes, 'Lisa', just like this." "I think I feel faint..." "You've only been a girl for ten minutes and you already feel faint?" "You know what I mean." "I do. But I'm the man in this relationship and you're my date so I get to decide what we do. You are going to make us a couple of sandwiches then we can catch a movie at the mall." Up until this point it was Lisa who had prepared any food we ate at home. But since I was now "Lisa," for the next few hours, at least, that duty fell on me. I could hear the clicking of my heels on the tile floors of the kitchen as I moved about. I made sandwiches and got us chips and cokes. When it came time to go out "John" had to practically push me out the door. In a panic I ran, as well as I could in heels, out to my car. "He" opened the passenger door for me and I got in. "I'll drive," "he" said. It was then that I noticed that "he" had found my Yankee baseball cap which "he" used to cover the bond highlights still in "his" hair. Of course, "he" parked too far from the theatre, I thought, so we had to walk arm and arm to the ticket counter. People looked our way, occasionally, but no one seemed to think we were anything but just another couple. It was a good film, a chick-flick, so I'm sure "John" had picked it out just for me. A few times "he" leaned over and we kissed. People do notice couples kissing in a movie and I wondered if they thought I might be a slut, hoping to end the night in "his" bed. Part of that was certainly true. Back home we relaxed and had some wine. I was mentally exhausted as I had spent the evening trying to act like a girl so I wouldn't be exposed. And I was physically exhausted walking in heels for such a long time. Sex that night was the best of my life. In the morning, still in bed, bits of makeup still on my face as I had been such a hurry to make love, "John" leaned over and said, "I have an idea. First, you had fun last night didn't you?" "Of course." "I mean, every time I called you 'Lisa' and you called me 'John' it turned me on. Did it turn you on too?" "I don't know why, but it did. Maybe not as much as it did you but, yes, it did." "So back to my idea. Let's switch for a week. OK?" "What? You mean I'd be you all day everyday for a week?" "Sure, why not? Doesn't the idea turn you on?" "I'm not sure?" "Would you try it even if it didn't turn you on but you knew it did me?" "I don't know? A week seems like a long time." "But when you're having fun..." "I would have to call you 'John' all week?" "Yes, and you'll be me, so I will have to call you 'Lisa"'. "John" reached over and began playing with me. "I'd have to wear dresses all week? And make-up?' "Of course." "Be a girl, in other words." "Most definitely." "What would my reward be?" "Me. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you." "Alright," I said laughing. "But for only a week." "The easiest thing would be for us to simply exchange closets and bathrooms. I'll use yours and you'll use mine. My bathroom is a mess but everything you will need is right there, ready to put on. Lipstick, shampoo, lotions, and all the cosmetics I own. Since my closet will now be yours you can pick out your own dresses. You can wash out your hose in the sink just as I do. Whatever you've seen me do I want you to imitate." "I'll try." "There is one thing we have to do together, however." "What's that?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer. "We can't avoid going over to my salon and having my stylist work a little on both our hair. We'll be going out to restaurants, etc., and we both have to pass." "What?" I said. "Think about how I'll feel walking in there and having everyone see a boy with thin eyebrows who is going to get a feminine hair cut." "No one will see that. You're going to go there dressed in your new clothes. I think a mini skirt and a simple blouse will do but I'll leave the choice to you." This time I dug in a said "no" but "John" climbed on top of me and I instantly became hard and seconds later "he" was riding me, giving me the intense pleasure I had experience the night before. Suddenly "he" stopped moving and said, "I guess I'll get off. Unless, of course, you see the wisdom of going to the salon in your new clothes." I picked out a mini skirt and cotton sweater for a top. I thought it would be less revealing than a blouse but instead the sweater actually made my "breasts" seem more prominent. So, mistake there. I got flats from the closet that was going to be mine for a while when "John" stopped me. "Pick out hose and heels," "he" said. "You still need practice walking." Now dressed, and with make-up, I made my way out to the car. I wondered if I would ever get over the fear of being outside and seen by everyone dressed as I was. "John" had picked a more casual outfit for "himself" from my old closet and seemed to be as happy as a lark. "He" drove us to the salon and led me inside. Fortunately we were the first customers there. Marie, "John's" regular stylist, came out and greeted us. "Oh my God!" she said. "When you told me what you were up to I never expected that you both would have 'switched' so successfully! '"Lisa'," she said to me. "For a moment I thought you two hadn't switched yet this morning but, sure enough, you have! At least I think I'm talking to the old John, aren't I?" Then she said to the new "John", Peggy is better doing boy haircuts so you go with her. 'Lisa', you come with me." The first thing she did was wash my hair. With it still wet, she began cutting. I was surprised with how much cutting and shaping she had to do. I had expected that she would do as little as possible then send us home. Boy was I wrong. When she started dividing my hair and putting a solution on some strands, I knew she must be highlighting it. "Are you really going to do blond highlights," I said. "Of course, silly," she answered. "Please don't!" "Hold still," she answered. To finish she used a hairdryer and combed it the same way she must have always done with Lisa. At that moment "John" came in and, indeed, 'his' hair duplicated my boy cut. It was even cut so a few strands would look like short sideburns, like the ones I had had up until a few minutes earlier. Plus, the stylist had dyed the highlights in "his" hair back to an even brown color. Then I was handed a mirror. You can't imagine what it felt like to see my new hair. I had the same blond highlights that I had admired when I first met Lisa. My hair flipped up at my shoulders and I had a center part and wispy bangs. The same everything. "One more thing," Marie said. Before I could move she took a gun and pierced my left ear. "Hold still, I want to get the right one centered. When that one was pierced, "John" took earrings from his pocket and gave them to Marie to insert in my ears. Too stunned to speak, even to thank Marie for all her work, I was led out of the salon so I could spend a whole week being my new self, a young career girl. The week went better than I had expected it to. I picked out outfits every day, different styles depending on my mood. I quickly figured out which heels went with each outfit. Learning to do make-up well is difficult but by the end of the week I thought I looked pretty good. Once, going through my hosiery drawer, I found a garter belt and regular hose. Curious, I put them on to wear for the day. I hadn't expected to ever find anything a pleasurable as wearing Hold-Ups but, unbelievably, the gartered hose felt truly sublime. There was an unsettling element to the week, however. Every time I passed a mirror I realized that I was actually pretty. Not just pretty but a pretty girl. A girl, not a guy who was play acting. I could still recognize myself although I looked like the girl twin and "John" looked like the boy twin. It would have been less unsettling if I could have seen through the transformation, seen that there was boy behind the make- up, so I could convince myself that "John" would realize that I couldn't really pull this off and we would stop. We went out every night, always to restaurants and sometimes to a movie. Once we went to a mall store as "John" thought I should have a couple of additional garter belts and hose. Some how "he" had noticed how much I like wearing them. Plus, "he" had me pick out some panties, so I could have some styles and colors that I had chosen for myself. I probably exaggerated my feminine gestures that week but I was trying so hard to make us look like a normal couple. "John" never once complained. As for "him," he loved going through my closet and finding interesting shirts to wear. He found my argyle socks and penny loafers and love wearing them. But when the week was over I was anxious to switch back. I was physically exhausted from trying too hard, such as perfecting how I walked in heels, how I needed to take shorter steps and swing my rear just a little so I would look good to someone seeing me from behind. On the day it was to be over "John" leaned over to me, we were still in bed, I was wearing a short pink baby doll, and he said, "Let's do another week? Maybe two weeks this time?" "Last week wasn't enough?" I answered. "Come on, you enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Sort of..." "What did you like most?" "I don't know?" "Come on, you do!" "Well maybe I liked hearing my heels click on the wood floors." "And..." "I liked feeling my hose when I crossed my legs and hearing the swish sound they make. I did like seeing two mounds on my chest as I looked down to type on the keyboard. And I guess I liked the taste of wearing lipstick all day." "I noticed you used my plum color lipstick more than once!" I blushed but hoped it wasn't noticeable. "Did I?" "You did and I know you know it. What I liked most for me was the feel of heavy shoes on the floor and the solid noise they made when I walked. Like I owned the world! I especially liked to imagine that there was a large penis just inside the fly of my pants, ready to use on some poor innocent girl. Especially one named "Lisa"." "You thought that about me?" "Boy did I ever!" "Ok, so I guess we both had a fun week..." "Yes, but we forgot to do one thing." "What was that?" I said. "We switched roles but we each did our old jobs. You should have used my office and done my work. I should have moved into your office to do your work. Understand?" "Sure, but..." "But nothing! We each know enough about each other's jobs so we should have made that switch as well. We only went half way and so we missed out on half of the fun! See?" "So you want to do another week so we can make that switch, too?" "Come on, let's do it!" "I don't know..." "You could try wearing four inch heels instead of three. Wouldn't you like that?" "I guess so..." "If you look in the back of your new closet you'll find a couple of pairs of shoes with five inch heels. You could give them a try?" "I'd wobble all over?" "Maybe for only an hour until you get onto them. I noticed you didn't put lip gloss on over your lipstick. Adding lip gloss every hour or so will really increase the yummy taste of your lipstick." "It will?" "And that plum color lipstick is just sitting there waiting for you! And I have some ideas about what I going to do as well. First, I'm going to stuff something into my pants so I will look like I'm carrying a big load there! When I pass by your desk I want you to reach out and give my bulge a pinch. Just as I used to do to you!" "That will feel strange. What are you going to stuff in there?" "Wouldn't you like to know!" "I'm not sure..." "I bought a dildo. I want the bulge to look real. I'll wear it on the left side just like I've seen you do." "Good heavens! You want me to squeeze that when you walk past my desk? I don't know if I can." "We'll see. Anyway, I have a gift for you. But you only get it if you agree to the switch." "What is it?" 'John" picked up a box that was on a near by table. The logo on the box said Glamour Boutique. "He" opened it and took out two silicone breast forms. I let out a big gasp when I saw how they jiggled as "he" held them and how they had such large and beautiful nipples. "Glamour Boutique calls them Super Perky Breast Forms. They're silicone and so realistic I couldn't believe it when I first opened the box! We can get rid of the panties you now stuff into you bra. Don't let them jiggle too much when you're typing! It will distract you! Come on, touch them." I was afraid to touch them when "he" handed them to me. It was as if "he" had been able to detach "his" real ones, "his" flesh and blood, and give them to me. "Good God!" I said, confused, suddenly frightened, knowing I was moving too far into this thing but not knowing how to stop it, but I was hypnotized by the sight and touch of them, 34C, the same size "John" would have been proudly showing off if "he" weren't wearing one of my blue oxford cloth shirts and a bandeau that disguised them. Powerless to say "no", I agreed to the switch. "But for only one more week," I said. By the end of the second week I had almost forgotten that my name was John as I responded so easily to "Lisa". And, yes, I can walk in five inch heels. It's fun. I don't know why girls walk in anything shorter? But what was really great was that the work I was doing turned out to be an improvement on what "John" had done before. "John's" company sent me emails on how pleased they were with my work! A couple of things I did saved the company a lot of money. And one idea I had brought in a lot of extra revenue. The explanation is simple, really. You can get too close to a job so that you can't stand back and see it with fresh eyes. I was able to do that with the new work I was doing. Plus, "John" got the same response from my company. "He" saw some things that I had overlooked and when "he" corrected them it was a big hit with the company. They made thousands of dollars with just that one little thing that "he" did. "If we keep this up we'll both get raises and promotions," "John" said. So that's how "John" was able to convince me to keep going with the switch. But I did say to 'him' loudly and forcefully, "Only one more week! Understand?" "You need to freshen up your lipstick," "John" replied. A few days later I got a phone call from "John's" boss. Remember, we had switched offices and "John's" boss expected his real employee to answer the phone. He wanted to congratulate me in person for the good work I had been doing. "Lisa, you've come a long way since you started with us. I want you to start working in the main office two days a week, getting to know some of the new routines. Ones you couldn't know since you've been working exclusively from home. Plus, and this is a big plus, you've been mentioned for a possible promotion! A big one." I was so excited for the real Lisa! And it meant we could permanently switch back! When I went to "John's" office and told him he reacted differently from what I expected. As had 'his' boss, he congratulated me. "But you have to go in to the main office two days a week?" I said, "Not me?" "I couldn't possibly, 'he' replied. Look at my haircut for one thing. How would I explain that? But more importantly, you have understood my old job in ways I couldn't possibly have. I would be found out as soon as someone asked me a question. You, however, could answer questions easily. And you could make intelligent suggestions. No, 'Lisa', you are the one who has to go." "Oh God!" I said. And to myself I said, what's going to happen to me now? Well, it didn't take long for that question to be answered for "John" said we needed to visit 'his' gynecologist, as soon as possible. "We need to get you some hormones to take. Nothing too strong but something to soften you a little. Help you out. I want some for me as well, different one than you will be taking, of course. However, now hold on to the chair, 'Lisa'. I'm afraid you will need to get breast implants." I started to tell 'him' where he could go but I couldn't speak. I was incapable of speech. My pretty lips, glistening with a deep pink lipstick, wouldn't form words. Worse, "John" had dialed Doctor Bradley and was speaking to her. I wanted to scream and tear off my clothes but instead I just stood there, mute, and listened. What had happened to me? Was I now that how weak? When I was finally able to speak I said, "If your doctor says I can just keep my silicone breasts will you agree that I don't have to get breast implants?" "Yes, of course,' 'he' said. "We'll leave it up to her. We have an appointment in an hour." The receptionist immediately said, to me, "Hello, Lisa, Doctor Bradley is expecting you. Oh, this must be John?" "Er, yes," I said, and then I introduced "John" to the receptionist. Good God, I thought, The receptionist must know Lisa from earlier visits and she didn't for a minute think she wasn't me! Doctor Bradley opened her door and invited us to come in, and we shook hands just inside the door. She was an attractive woman of about forty. Very professional looking. She had a manish haircut, a manish looking suit, and didn't wear make-up. There were two "actual" girls in the office but I was the only person wearing make-up. This wasn't lost on her. She said, "I love your shade of lipstick, Dear. Who's brand is it?" "Lanc?me. It's called Color Fever", I answered softly, slightly embarrassed by the question. "And your eyeshadow? It's so perfect on you." "It's by Cover Girl..." "Well, since I've asked this much, what foundation do you use?" "Clinique's Soft Finish No. 04." "Oh, 'John,' she's so perfect! I never did catch on to that sort of thing and she's already an expert!" I took a chair in front of her desk and crossed my legs. The way I did it my hose made that swish sound I continually make, loud enough for both of them to hear, and it embarrassed me more than I was embarrassed by remembering the brand of lipstick I was wearing. Anyway, I was wearing the same dress and heels I had put on that morning when I was working at my desk. The dress was a rouched fitted tube dress, in a pale green, which required me to wear a strapless bra, and I wore strappy four inch white sandals which showed off my painted toenails. I had put on large hoop earrings and there were a couple of rings on my fingers. I had freshened up my lipstick and put on lip gloss in the car. Doctor Bradley smiled and spoke. "I think it's exciting what you two are up to! I always encourage couples to follow their dreams. Let's start by going back to my surgery so I can give you both a check-up." "John" only needed a simple blood test but, for me, the process was much longer. The doctor took blood from my arm then asked me to remove all my clothes. When I took off my bra my silicone breast stayed in place as they had been put on with adhesive. I almost used my hands to cover them, in that classic pose girls have used since the first time one was startled while taking off her clothes. Instead, I let me nipples stare at the doctor, as if they might follow her every move. The doctor looked at my breasts and said, "They're lovely. I'm sure you must have been pleased when "John" gave them to you as a gift." I wondered how she knew that. Then she had me get up onto a table and put my feet into stirrups. This spread me wide and exposed my manhood to her. She walked up to me and said, "Yes, now I know why "John" - I do so hope I can continue to remember to call you two by your new names -- wanted to get 'his' hands on what I see here!" There it was again. That same ambiguous statement. She played with me until I got very erect then she measured me, taking notes about my length, girth, the weight of my balls, etc. Then she photographed me with a digital camera, while I was erect, no less. Then she wheeled a portable x-ray machine over my crotch area and took two images. "I have images of "John's" crotch from earlier visits so I don't need to do "him" again." She then got a syringe and gave me a large shot in my hip. "One last thing," she said. "You need to ejaculate for me. She took hold of me and pumped until I was ready to cum. But before I could cum she took a cup with measurements on the side and caught all the sperm that shot out of me. "Oh, good heavens," she said. '"John,' you lucky boy! Did you see how much this penis can shoot? You may need to start taking vitamins as well, just to keep up with it." That conversation was confusing to me but before I could make more out of it she said, "Let's go back into my office." Since "John" was able to dress quickly "he" and Doctor Bradley went back to the office before I could. It takes time to put on panties, bra, garter belt, hose, dress and heels. When I joined them they were deep into a conversation which ended abruptly when I walked in. The doctor smiled at me and took two large bottles of pills from her desk drawer and handed one of them to "John" and one to me. "Both of you are to take two pills a day," she said. '"John,' I gave 'Lisa's pills to you and yours to 'her'. I think it would be fun if you each gave the other the pills, one in the morning and one at night. And you can watch them being swallowed. That way, for example, 'Lisa' won't forget to take hers, etc. And you can tease each other about the changes the pills are bringing about." I interrupted her. "As I understand it, the changes are to be subtle? Just to give me a little help so that when I'm at the main office no one will question my identity? Right?" "Yes, of course, 'Lisa.' You'll love what the changes are doing to you and will probably want to come back here for stronger pills!" "I doubt it," I said. "Also, 'John' says it's necessary for me to have breast implants. Don't you think I can continue to wear the silicone ones? I know you have scheduled me for surgery tomorrow but I was hoping I could avoid it." "The silicone ones would work for a while, perhaps even a long time, but there is always the chance of them being detected. It's a small worry but why take the risk? You could be fired. No, I can't recommend that. As you may know, I'm also a board-certified surgeon. Come back tomorrow, Dear, and I'll fix you up nicely. Don't worry, you'll bounce and jiggle all over the place." The next morning "John" and I went back to Doctor Bradley's surgery. I hadn't slept well the night before as I lay awake worrying. I contemplated getting up, grabbing a dress, hurriedly slipping it on, and splitting. Do you see my problem? I didn't say I should grab a pair of sacks and a shirt and then split. I said dress! I hadn't touched a stitch of boy clothing for weeks, except when "John" held me in "his" arms. The truth was, I couldn't flee, no matter how I would be dressed, not when I saw how peacefully "John" was sleeping next to me. It must have been partly due to my fatigue that I didn't put up much resistance when a nurse injected me with something to put me under. Before I drifted off "John" whispered to me, "Surprise, we're both having work done. I'm getting a breast reduction. I hope to be as flat as pancake in a couple of hours. I didn't want to tell you before because I knew you would worry needlessly about how irreversible everything is becoming, and you might have even resisted being put under the anesthetic. Sleep well and I'll see you in the recovery room." We woke up about the same time, in side by side beds. "He" reached over and held my hand. Somehow I hadn't focused on how rugged "his" hands had gotten lately, especially compared to mine, since mine where never with out nail polish. A nurse came in and she removed our IVs. "I want to see what we look like!" 'John' said. "Don't make us wait!" The nurse removed the sheets that were covering our chests. I had beautiful 34C breasts, with nipples as large as any I had seen. How did the doctor accomplish that? I said to myself, You're a boy but you have large, firm breasts. Why did you allow that to happen? And John had gotten 'his' wish. 'His' chest looked like a male athlete's chest. Hard and smooth. I started to cry. "Don't cry, 'Lisa'," 'he' said. "We started with two breasts between us with and we still have two." Back home we took it easy for a couple of days. We still worked at our computers but we ate in and went to bed early. By the third day we were feeling healed and "John" decided he couldn't resist playing with my breasts. That turned me on, really turned me on. I could almost cum when 'he' sucked on my nipples. Yet somehow I didn't want to accept the fact that they -- my breasts -- were mine and were here to stay. The changes Doctor Bradley said we would notice became more pronounced, especially on me. I never had had much of a beard and now I was able to stop shaving. My hair thickened and my skin tone seemed more feminine. And my rear had gotten larger, more rounded. The five o'clock shadow that "John" had wanted to have he got. He went without shaving for days at a time so he could enjoy having hair on his face, hair that scratched me when we kissed. The day came when I had to report to the head office. I wore a short skirt, three inch heels although at home I'd been wearing four and inch heels, and of course I wore a garter belt and hose. I wore a business type jacket over a plain blouse. I had decided that my make up wasn't going to be any more conservative than I wore at home, so I wore my plum color lipstick. If they didn't like it, so be it. In fact, they liked everything about me. For a month I worked two days a week at their office and three days at home. There were other female executives at the company and we went to lunch together, usually eating only salads, and talked about boyfriends and so forth. Some of them had boyfriends that were kooky and I wanted to say, Kooky? Let me tell you about 'John'! But, obviously, I didn't." In all, it was becoming a pleasant experience, especially since I had finally gotten over my fear in using the women's bathroom. From the very beginning "John" had insisted that I sit while peeing so I didn't have that to learn. Then one day the president called me into his office. He told me I was being promoted and would soon be a vice-president. My salary would be doubled. Of course I would have to work full time at the head office. When I got home and told "John" he said, "Congratulations, 'Lisa'. That's what you have always wanted! I hadn't told you yet but I also start full time at my head office next month. A promotion may be in order for me, too." "Oh, 'John,' what does this mean for us?" I said. "Well for one thing, there's no going back. And why would we want to? I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife, 'Lisa'." "How can we?" "It's easy. Doctor Bradley can remove your wonderful cock and balls and attach them to me. I get to have them permanently. That sort of surgery is now longer experimental." "The hormones have just about made it impossible for me to get an erection", I said. And have you seen how small I've gotten?" "But I'm taking the right hormones. When your cock and balls belong to me they will regain their size and function as well as they ever have. Doctor Bradley will create vagina for you. I'll be able to fill your sweet pussy will gallons of cum. You'll have a sensitive clit and you're are going to receive my womb as well. It turns me on to know you'll have it. Remember when Doctor Bradley took x-rays of us?" "Of course." "Since I'm going to be so well endowed we wanted to make sure you will be deep enough so I can totally fit myself into you." "I'm going to actually be a girl?" "'Lisa,' you already are one. This is just the frosting on the cake." "Some frosting!" "Think of the dresses you'll be able to buy with the extra money. You can order garter belts from France if you want." "It is tempting..." "Listen to me. We can each take a month's "vacation". That's reasonable before starting a major new job. We will obviously have our surgeries on the same day. While we are recuperating we can fill each other in on our family history, stories about our childhood, etc. Our parents haven't seen us for some time and when they fly here to attend our wedding they will believe they are seeing the children they expect to see. You will truly be Lisa. A girl. No, a married woman!" "Oh, God! I don't know what to say? I expected to be a boy all my life. And I guess I expected, somehow, we would eventually switch back." "I'm going to climb between your legs every time I want some of your pussy. I know that's what you really want. Isn't it?" "Will my pussy really be able to please you?" "You know it will." "I have a question. I'm not angry. I just need an honest answer. Did you plan this from the very beginning?" "Yes. The day you agreed to move in with me was the day it became inevitable that you were going to end up with a pussy tucked up between you pretty thighs. The day you put on your first dress was the last day you'd ever wear boy's slacks and a shirt." "And when I put on my first garter belt and hose you knew it was the last day my legs would ever be bare," I said. "You had to find out some things for yourself." "When we met I was just a normal boy." "But I wasn't just a normal girl." "Now I've been turned into a girl." "It was fun, wasn't it? "You paced it just right. If you had tried to hurry it up I would have figured out what was happening and taken off." "If you'd taken off you wouldn't have ended up with a sweet little pussy." "And I do want one." "Just a few days from now." "Oh, God, I just said it, didn't I?" "You did. Say it again." "I want to have a pussy." "How badly?" "You bastard. You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" "Come on, say it." "I want a pussy more than anything in the world." "How much?" "More than anything in the world."