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Docked Mick came around slowly. The first sensation he was aware of was an incredible thirst - it felt as though he had cotton wool in his mouth. He pressed his thick feeling tongue against the roof of his mouth and tried to swallow. His mouth was too dry; there was nothing for him to swallow. Feeling the discomfort from his mouth he started to become aware of a little more. Aware that his body was flat on his back, that he felt a bruised pain between his legs. He tried to cross them but found that he couldn't. He was still feeling a little out of it and he opened his eyes. Everything was a blur. He couldn't see anything. He felt a tremor of fear run through him. He had never woken up like this before, but it was like he was drugged he felt so weak and his thinking was slow - he could almost feel the thoughts crawl across his brain from one side to the other, frustrating in their delay to make connections. He tried to sit up but found he couldn't move. The white, bright blur that he could see began to take shape, he could see an oval blur in front of his vision. It began to change colour a pink bottom half with red blurs and a dark top. It began to slowly as he blinked in incomprehension to change into a face. He thickly ran his tongue over his lips and the blur moved, he felt a cup at his lips and refreshing water entered his dry mouth. The water moistened his mouth a little and was slowly drip fed to him, some of it his lips couldn't seem to catch and he could feel it run down the outside of his lips, it's coolness strangely refreshing to him. He blinked a few times, he was beginning to come around a little now. He could see that he was in a plain white room, there was a woman, a young woman probably late twenties, early thirties in the room with him. She was attractive, though by no means as good looking as some of the girls that he had known. She was wearing a strange uniform of white trousers and a white short sleeved jacket top. He could see as he moved his over large feeling head sideways, various medical looking equipment. The nurse - he guessed checked a few things then there was a disturbance at the door and accompanying a gust of cold air in walked his wife. She gave him a broad grin - far bigger than the one that she normally greeted him with - theirs was a marriage in trouble. He sighed to himself, he was a lot to blame for the state of their marriage - she was eager enough but he couldn't seem to keep his hands or other parts off of other women and he knew, although nothing had ever been said that she knew about it. She sat at the head of the bed and spoke to him in the soft earthy voice of hers that had played a key part in her attraction to him so many years ago. "So you have woke up. The nurses here bleeped me as soon as you did. You must be feeling quite disorientated, waking up after surgery is bad enough, but if you're not expecting surgery then it must be twice as confusing." Mick couldn't respond. He just about could keep up with her words, he wasn't yet awake enough to actually participate in the conversation. "Don't worry, the surgery went well - better than expected in fact. The staff here are very impressed with their work and I must admit having seen their work up close as it were, so am I." "But this doesn't make much sense to you yet does it? Don't worry it will all become clear in time. Right now they are going to put you under again. We'll talk further the next time that you wake up." As she spoke Mick felt the drowsiness overcome him and his last memory was the rather pleasant feeling of his wife's lips on his own. Jenny looked down on the prone form of her husband and gave herself a smile. The surgery had gone well. The nurse was changing his catheter bag, unbeknown to him he had filled it since the surgery. He was out now for the night. Then in the morning he would wake up and she would tell him how it was going to be. He had a lot of surprises coming to him and a lot of adjustments to make. She left the room without a backward glance. There was that pretty little teen from last night to keep her company until her husband came around. She had fun last night. Whilst Mick was in surgery she was having sex with the most convincing little transvestite she had ever met. He had the breasts and the looks of a teenage girl, but hanging between her thighs was a fully functional penis that knew exactly how to treat a woman. With every step away from her husband she though less about him lying there and more about the night of carnal delights that she was about to enjoy at the hands of little Nikki. By the time she reached her room she could feel the wetness at the junction of her thighs. The morning came far too quickly for her. She showered, dressed and ate her breakfast in her own time. She knew that Mick was probably awake and calling for her by now, but finding himself secured firmly to the bed and no-one answering should be preparing him for their later meeting. Unhurriedly she made her way back to her room and collected the briefcase she had brought with her and wandered slowly down to his room. She opened the door. He was in the same position as yesterday but she could see evidence of the exertion that he had been making from the beads of sweat that had broken out of his forehead. The nurses had disconnected him from the drip whilst he slept during the night and he was lying in just a simple bed with only a comfortable chair in the room to keep it company. Mick looked at her as she walked through the door. "Thank god you got here Jenny. I've been going out of my mind for the last hour, I'm tied to the bed - can you undo me so that I can sit up? I want to know what is going on around here. Where am I?" Jenny didn't answer, she sat herself down on the chair at the side of the bed and gazed gently at her prone husband. He started to speak again and she gently shushed him. "Mick, you are in a private clinic. The reason that no-one will answer you is that I asked for you to be left alone after you woke up until I was ready to speak with you." She gazed down at him. She could see that her words had caused the puzzled look on his face. Her words had raised far more questions in his now alert mind. She reached down and lifted the briefcase onto her lap. She opened it and pulled out the file inside. Carefully closing the briefcase she opened the file and began to read the contents to her husband. She didn't have to read much before she saw a light of comprehension flash in his eyes. "That's right Mick. This folder contains all of the details of the money laundering that you have been doing for the last two years. Names, dates, amounts, where the money has come from and where it has gone to. If the authorities ever get their hands upon it, you are facing jail time that you would not believe, plus the retaliation of your previous partners." Mick couldn't believe what he had just heard. She knew everything, everything and there was a lot to know. He had been laundering money for the local organised crime hoods for a number of years. He must have made legal hundreds of millions for them through a variety of channels. If this was handed to the authorities he knew he was a dead man. They would seize the funds and his partners were not the kind of people to lose that kind of money without asking some very serious questions about where the information had come from. It dawned on him as the shock of what she had told him passed that he and his life were utterly in her hands. She could do what she wanted to him. He stirred uncomfortably as he heard this and again felt the restrictions that were currently being placed upon his movements. He could feel a cold lump starting to grow in his belly. "Mick. I also know about Sarah, Anita, and the red head temp on the reception desk of your company, Annabel." Mick gulped as she continued to rattle through his recent list of conquests. He was in his early thirties, he cleared six foot in height and was a big man. Not fat, in fact quite the opposite, he was in great shape, but he was a great bear of a man. A thick cock provided the ladies with a pleasant find when he did manage to persuade them that a roll in the hay would be fun. He enjoyed the seduction and was good at it. The fact that he was good looking and rich just made it a little easier. He certainly hadn't been faithful in the five years that they had been married. "You see Mick I know all of your secrets and to be honest I am fed up with the way that I am being treated by you. I thought about divorce, but it is nice to be seen with you on my arm - you are quite a trophy as a husband. My friends are all jealous." "I though about blackmailing you into good behaviour, but then if anything happened to me you would be free to behave as you wished and besides I am angry about how you have treated me you bastard." Jenny's voice changed as she came to the end of the sentence and she practically spat the last few words out at him. He felt a soft spray of spittle as she hurled the last comment at him. That cold lump was getting slowly bigger and bigger with each sentence that she finished. "So what could I do that would fuck you up, not too much, because you are after all, my husband. But enough so that you won't ever fuck with me again." Mick tried to recoil from the anger that was emanating from the face of his wife. Again the bounds stopped him from moving too far from her rage filled face. "Then it came to me Mick. I researched how to do it and then when you went to sleep - well I had it done." Mick felt the cold lump grow in the pit of her stomach as she paused. It was almost painful now. "I took your dick." "I took your dick and turned it into a pussy. Just like I have. Just like all women have. You like them so much I thought that it was time that you had one of your own." "But Mick dearest. You are not a woman, and you never will be one. We implanted a testosterone implant to make up for what you balls produced so that you will still look like a man. You will still be a man in every respect but for the most important one." "Between you legs instead of that proud member that you enjoyed using on every woman you met, you now have a tight - virgin even, little pussy." Mick felt like he was going to hurl. He could feel himself retch at what she had said. He writhed and wriggled on the bed desperate to feel the space between his legs to find out that she was lying to him. That she was having a joke at his expense. His brain pretty much shut down with the panic that was washing through him. Jenny stood up and reached under the blanket that covered him. She ran her hands through the remaining hairs that he had on his belly from where they had to shave his groin prior to the operation. She moved her hands down and ran them around his groin. Mick could feel her hands on the inside of his thighs, he could feel them on the base of his stomach, he could feel them dip between his legs, but try as he might he could not feel them brush against either his prick or his balls. When she slid a finger inside a cavity he never realised that he had - Mick fainted. Jenny withdrew her finger from him and with a rueful grin to herself, repacked the briefcase and left the room. She would stop by later, when he had digested what she had told him. She felt like she was going to explode. This was a far better feeling than when she was planning it. Far better than when she had opened the door and watched them take him unconscious body out of their house in an ambulance. Far better than watching them dissect and alter permanently his genitalia on the operating theatre. This was the greatest feeling she had ever experienced. She didn't feel aroused, she thought briefly about sex, but decided that it would spoil her mood. The elation that she felt from telling that cheating piece of shit husband of hers what she had done to him couldn't be touched by sex. Not even by sex with little old Nikki. Mick came around slowly. His thinking was slow and fuzzy and he tried again to shake his head to clear his thoughts. All that did was to awaken an enormous headache that felt like it was going to split his skull open. He remembered where he was and with a growing sense of horror what his wife had told him. He started to thrash around against his restraints to feel some sensation between his legs but couldn't seem to close them. There was something bulky keeping his legs apart. He couldn't see anyone around and despite the terrible thirst that he was feeling and awfully dry mouth began to holler and shout for someone to come. He had nearly shouted himself hoarse when finally a door opened and his nurse walked into the room. Again as before she reached between his legs and removed a full bag of his urine. She removed the bulky dressings that prevented him from closing his legs at the thighs. "I'm going to untie a leg at a time. I want to retie them with your legs further apart so that I can provide after treatment to your new vagina. If you kick out at me or try to stop me from doing this, I'll sedate you and then perform the treatment." She spoke calmly and in a very matter of fact voice. Mick nodded his assent. He was shocked by her calm request and could understand that it was going to happen anyway so why fight it? "Can you." He croaked at her with his hoarse throat and dry mouth. She anticipated his request and moved around to his head and gave him a drink of water, slowly pouring it so that he didn't choke or splutter. "Thank you. Can I ask you what your name is? Here you are doing something so intimate to me and I don't even know what you are called." "I'm Tina," she replied in her calm, measured tone. Mick smiled gently at her. He felt on slightly firmer ground. He knew that women were attracted to him and he could flirt and charm with the very best. He had a long row of notches on his bedpost to testify to that. "Can I ask what you are doing?" "Sure." Tina replied as she undid his first leg and bending it at the knee re- secured it at the thigh holding the leg well away from his groin. She started working on the second leg as she continued. "Your operation went well. The doctor that performed it will go through it with you later today, if you behave yourself. My role is to provide post operative care for you." She tied up the second leg. Mick's groin was now exposed with his legs now bound at the thigh stopping him from closing his legs and blocking her access to him. He saw her reach over to a trolley and take a pair of scissors. She cut away the bandages that surrounded his groin. Mick felt a wave of disappointment tinged with relief when he couldn't see any thing between his legs. He was afraid of what he might see. "Your new genitalia are healing well, however what we have to be careful of is that it doesn't heal up. Your vagina is an orifice and so needs to be open and at the stage that your healing is in, we use a dildo to ensure that it heals correctly. That is what I am doing here. Inspecting you to ensure that there are no traces of infection or tearing and stretching your new vaginal cavity." With that she started to manipulate the area around Mick's vagina. He could feel her touching him between his legs in places where his brain was telling him he couldn't be touched. She slid a finger inside him and gently probed around. This felt so unutterably strange that Mick's head began to spin. His brain was feeling a sensation that it knew it couldn't possibly feel. He felt giddy as he saw her take a long plain white dildo from the trolley and lube it up. "Don't worry Mick, you'll get used to this after a few days. I bet at the moment your head is a little mixed up, but that'll pass as you get used to your new self." Mick shuddered as he felt her insert the dildo into his new vagina. He could feel it slide in the first few inches then his head nearly exploded as it slid into it's full length. He didn't know what it was he just felt, but that sensation raced up his spine to almost tear his head off. He was still recovering from it when she started to speak again and almost missed her first couple of words to him. "It looks a bit of a mess at the moment, but in a few days we should be able to let you have a look at the changes that we have made down there." She fussed around his groin and then after asking him if he had any other questions, retied him in his original position and left the room. Mick could feel the hardness and the discomfort of the dildo inside him. Again, he found that he had to concentrate to feel it as his mind kept trying to ignore the sensation, as it knew it couldn't be right. He was angry and as he laid there his anger grew. His wife had cut off his penis - no had organised other people to cut off his penis, his pride and joy, that which made him what he was and replaced it with a cunt. The more he thought about what they had done to him the more the rage in him grew. He felt no different to the way that he had before. Except the rage and the lingering sense of disbelief. This kind of thing just couldn't happen. He was a man. A man who made the full use of what he had been born with and now the most precious part of him was gone - and it as his wife that had removed it. He lay in the bed and stewed on his rage. A few hours later a new visitor came into the room. She was again fairly young, about the same age as Mick. She was a good looking woman, not stunning but Mick found her easy on his eyes. "Hello Mick, I'm Doctor Western. I was the surgeon who performed the operation on you and I'm here to go through the operation with you." She held up her hand to check Mick from speaking. "If you start loosing you temper or abusing me verbally in any way then this conversation will be over. You'll lose out, not me." She was very matter of fact, her good looks were underlined with a rather clinical and cold bearing. It added to her attraction, but Mick was in the mood to listen rather than to look and so he held his temper in check, despite the almost overwhelming urge to scream and shout at her for what she had done to him. "I don't know how familiar you are with Gender Reassignment surgery but I'll run through it with you at a basic level. Essentially, we created a cavity and used part of your penis to line it." Mick stared at her blankly. She could see the basic lack of comprehension on his face and so decided to dumb in down slightly further for him. "We used your penis or rather some of your penis to create your new vagina. The reason we did this was so that you would enjoy some sensation in this area. Following the instructions we were given by your wife, we modified the procedure slightly with certain implications for yourself." "You get the sensations in your penis due to the large number of nerve ending in and on your penis. You were not circumcised which gave us extra nerve endings to work with," She paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to break this next bit of news to him. "You are lucky. The vagina that you have been given is actually better than the one that women have. We moved the nerve endings closer to the surface than nature intended. This will increase the sensations for you." "Additionally, we have not created a clitoris per se. There is a small nub of skin and flesh than can engorge when aroused, but the nerve endings have been all but removed from it. This means that it will look like you have a clitoris and it will function in the same way that any woman's would, but you will not enjoy a clitoral orgasm." "The nerve endings that would normally in a woman be found it the clitoris have instead been placed inside your vagina at a depth of approximately four inches. This was the additional modification that your wife requested. This means that penetrative sex will really be the only way in which you will orgasm and further to that, your partner will need to be as a minimum slightly better than averagely endowed." "What do you mean penetrative sex is ...?" Mick managed to stutter out. "Penetrative sex refers to sex where one partner is penetrated by the other, usually the man's penis penetrating the vagina. Although, it can be the anus as well or rather instead." Mick's head spun as he thought of this. His wife had seen to it that the only way that he would ever be able to orgasm was if he was penetrated. The idea of even using a dildo on himself disgusted to him. It was bad enough that she had chopped his dick off, but to see to it that he could only orgasm through the ministrations of a larger than average man absolutely froze him with horror. "Does that include fingers or tongue?" Mick asked in a tentative voice. "No. Due to the depth of the nerve ganglia, you'd need fingers about six inches long. I'm afraid it will be through either a dildo or a penis." Mick's mind again span off in a whirl of thought. He couldn't envisage the future where to have an orgasm he would either have to use a dildo, or worse still call upon the services of another man to bring him off. He had always taken a great deal of pride in being a man's man. In being tough, hard and disdainful of any male who was either effeminate or in anyway gay. To now be in the position where he would need either another man's penis or a plastic toy made to resemble another man's penis to bring him off was just too humiliating and he found that his mind slipped away from thinking about sex. "The plus side though Mick is when you do try it, you are really going to love it, I promise you with what we have done down there, the sensations that you will get are going to blow your mind." Her words just skidded off the surface of Mick's thoughts. It was as if a mental block had fallen that stopped any kind of thoughts in this area. "Your new vagina resembles the real thing very closely. The only way that anyone would be able to tell that you were not born with it is if they did an internal examination. At that point they would find that you lack all of the necessary equipment to have children. The external appearance will fool anyone." "Your wife requested that the genital area be hair-free and we have carried out her wishes in that regard also. You will not have to worry about your bikini line Mick." The doctor chuckled gently, then seeing that the humour wasn't appreciated carried on quickly. "We used electrolysis, this means that your hair in this area will not grow back again. We cleared the hair around your anus, the area between your legs and blended hairy and non hairy areas in at the top of your thighs so that it doesn't look too freaky." She could see that Mick was overwhelmed by the information that she was giving him and decided to come back later and finish the conversation at that point. She made her excuses that he only half heard and left the room. Mick's head was reeling. The shock that he had felt at finding that he had been castrated and given a vagina was still foremost in his mind and he hadn't really been able to deal with it. To be told that the only sexual relief available to him was going to be from other men or from a plastic substitute had sent him off again and the entire part about his lack of hair had washed over his shell-shocked mind, not really registering at all. He lay their numb, not really thinking, just wallowing in self-pity. Try as he might, he couldn't understand why his wife of all people had done this to him. He hadn't been that bad of a husband. He had shown her love, given her a good standard of living and treated her well. He was never violent with her or anything like that. He still didn't feel violent towards her, puzzled and angry at why she had done this to him when his only crime was to have played around a little, but not violent. Her actions had been totally over the top, there was no need for this and no warning of what was to come. She hadn't presented him with an ultimatum of any kind, had she of done so he probably wouldn't of believed him, but this thought never crossed his mind. Time passed. The nurse returned and they silently went through the same dance as yesterday. Again he felt that loathsome shudder as she slid the dildo out of him, draining him of urine before cleaning him up then re-inserting the hard plastic device deep into him. He lay all day ruminating over recent events, his mood switched between anger, shock, fear of the future and puzzled bewilderment. He eventually drifted off to sleep. He awoke the next morning to find that the IV drips had been removed from his arms. He moved slightly in the bed and suddenly realised that his hands were free. He couldn't feel the bulky bandages between his legs either and with no small feeling of fear and trepidation he reached his hand down between his legs. His mouth was dry and he could feel the beat of his heart in his chest as his hand lowered. He knew what he would find, but until he had touched it for himself there was still that flicker of hope alive in his chest that this was all a bad dream and nothing more. His hand cupped his empty groin and the bottom fell out of his stomach. He knew that they had not been lying to him when they told him that his penis had been removed but touching the emptiness of his groin and feeling nothing there made his stomach flip-flop. He felt sick and rolled over the side of the bed and heaved a few times. They were dry heaves, nothing came out and made him feel worse not better. He wasn't a man anymore. He wasn't a woman either, he was trapped somewhere between the two sexes, the body of a man and the sexual organ of a woman. He couldn't fuck a woman again. The thought that he would be on the receiving end was just too outlandish to even creep into his mind. He couldn't think, he was faced with the mind numbing reality that he had been hoping not to face. It was true. He couldn't go back. He had lost his penis. He now had a vagina, just like a woman. He could feel his breathing speed up, his mind couldn't seem to move on. He was just thinking over and over, with frightening repetition, "I have a vagina'. His heart was beating away ninety to the dozen and his breathing was getting faster and faster, he could hear his ragged gasps as they tore out of him and yet still he could not think. His hands were frantically thrashing around in his now empty crotch, he could feel down there the hands moving around in ways that he knew that they couldn't move because his penis and balls were in the way and yet now they weren't. He still couldn't think past "I have a vagina', he touched his newest organ, he could feel the gentle fold of the lips as his fingers touched them, he could feel the touch, his fingers knew the sensation of touching vaginal lips, but he had never known the sensation of being touched on his vagina lips. It was alien, foreign, impossible, yet he could feel it. He started to thrash around in the bed. His breathing was getting faster and faster and he was beginning to panic. He didn't see anyone enter the room. He didn't feel the men holding him down. He didn't hear the voices of the staff urging him to breath, not to panic, to calm down. He wasn't even aware of the injection that released him from the panic attack that he was caught in. He woke again. He could vaguely remember the panic attack, but not the events after it. He couldn't remember going to sleep. Again, his hands crept without conscious thought to his groin. He could feel the soft skin, devoid of hair, his fingertips crept lower and he felt the top of his slit. His mind recoiled at first, but as his fingers moved lower, to trace the outline of his vaginal lips, he could think and he was free of the desperation of last time. He found that it was curiosity that he was feeling. He wondered what it felt like and he found himself tracing around the area with his fingers. He was not feeling anything. His mind was almost empty as he the area around his vagina. He found it unemotionally interesting that his fingers could roam freely in an area that previously had contained a pair of low hanging balls and a more than averagely sized penis. He traced the crinkled outline of his vaginal lips. He found it strange, the way that it felt good as he touched the new part of his body. It took time and he had to adjust the position that he lay in, spreading his legs wider to allow him access deep between his legs. He moved his fingers, spreading his new lips apart, manipulating the soft flesh, rolling it between his fingers, finding the sensation of being able to do this novel. Tiring of this, tentatively he slid a finger into his vagina. He noticed the way in which the skin internally felt different from the soft, crinkly feel of his labia. It was dry and as he probed slightly deeper he began to find it sore and uncomfortable and began to again, run his fingers back, externally. He was still almost on autopilot, enjoying the novelty, the experience and the feelings of his fingers. He lay there, blissfully unaware of the world around him, absentmindedly touching himself. Time passed and he continued, spaced out enjoying the physical sensations. He was drugged although he didn't realise it, spaced out on tranquillisers and being primed by very quiet toned messages urging him to touch his new genitalia. Talking to him, telling him that it was good, pleasant and to carry on. He was too spaced out to realise that there were other people in the room watching him carefully. His wife, the doctor and a nurse - all observing him, oblivious to their presence playing with himself. The three ladies all silently left the room. The doctor began to reduce the dosage slightly as Mick began to toy with the little clitoris he found down there. It wasn't wired to give him the sensations a woman would expect, but it felt nice to manipulate it. Eventually, and without him being aware of it, Mick slowly fell into a deep sleep. He woke up and felt better. It was the best that he had felt for a while. He swung his legs out of the bed and found that he needed the loo. Without thinking he walked over to the loo and pulled up the gown that he was wearing and turned around. He sat down and went. It was as the urine started to come out that it dawned on Mick that something was badly wrong. He was peeing like a woman. It didn't hit him as a shock, but it did register that this was his first time doing this, sat down, from his vagina. He was shocked, he figured that it would come as more of a shock to him, that he would find it a lot harder than what he did. This was easy, he thought to himself and as the flow continued he tried to stop it, flexing the same muscles that he would have normally, or rather before. It worked. He stopped and started the flow a number of times to check that he had the method right. When he was finished, he found himself, without a second thought, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping himself dry. He let the gown fall back around him and wandered back into his room. He didn't feel like going back to lie in bed and wanted something to do. He sat in the easy chair and started to look around for some distraction to pass the time. There was the television, but he could see no way of switching it on, so he abandoned that idea. He saw some magazine, they were women's, he ignored those, tucked underneath the magazines was a small pamphlet, intrigued he pulled it out. "Living with a Vagina - Advice for men', he sat down and started to read. It took him five minutes to read the flimsy pamphlet, he didn't know much more than before he started it. He would be stuck with this for the rest of his life, he would pass as a man and for all intents and purposes be a man, but one that was missing three of the most important features of a man, his penis and testicles. Testosterone implants would ensure that he did not feminise through lack of testosterone in his body, they would keep him hairy, with a deep voice and with the behavioural characteristics of a man. He found out that there was some kind of hypnotic block that would prevent him from revealing his condition, either deliberately or by setting himself up so that expose was unavoidable. This was in place so that the rest of the world would remain in blissful ignorance of this place and it's services, until it happened to them. He found out that he couldn't have sex for another fortnight, to allow his vagina time to heal fully, but that he would need, each day, to inset a stretching device inside his new genitalia so that it didn't heal up. He looked around for this device and noticed it on the tray next to the head of the bed. He still hadn't heard anyone come in or look in on him so he went over to have a look at the device. It was shaped like a long vibrator, about seven inches in length with a slightly flared tip, though it was not overtly phallic. Along side it on the tray was some lubricant. He picked up the stretcher and held it in his hands. Aside from the actual device there were a series of straps, he looked at them puzzled then it clicked, they would hold it in place. He found himself touching the device, looking at it closely, he was curious as to how it would work and he found himself, without consciously realising it lubricating the stretcher. He clambered into the straps and began to pull it up his legs. He felt the cold wet sensation of the lubricant touch him as he clumsily, still unsure of the changes to his body, tried to insert it. He found that when he bent his knees slightly, moving his thighs further apart, he could get it most easily into position. He felt the cold, wet tip slid into him. There was some resistance and he gently manipulated the stretcher so that it slid further. He made a mental note to himself that it future, he would lubricate himself, not the device, that way it would be warmer and less uncomfortable. He felt it go further in, then suddenly it hit the spot. He shivered it felt so good. He was still manipulating the stretcher and he gave it a small twist, his legs nearly buckled from the sensations that raced to his brain from the vagina between his legs. He steeled himself and pushed the device all the way in. He secured the straps so that it was held properly in place and then went and stood in front of the mirror, lifting his gown along the way. The pamphlet was right, it was impossible to spot unless you knew what you were looking for. Curiously it never crossed his mind to take it out now that it was in. Mick stared around his room again, he was bored. All thoughts of the stretcher had gone. He didn't feel it inside him as he moved around. He went back to the magazines and picking up the most interesting looking one, began to flick through it. It was about half an hour later that the door swung open and his wife entered. Mick looked up from the article that he was now engrossed in and recognising his visitor, put down the magazine and greeted her. "Hi Jenny." He found that all the animosity that he felt towards her had gone. There was a lingering sense that he had let her down, but there was no resentment, much less anger at what she had done to him. Just a feeling that the sooner that all of this is behind them, the better. "Hi Mick, How are you today?' "Yeah better, I have got up and now I am just bored. How long is it before we can leave this place?' "They want to keep you here for a few more days yet, just to observe you and make sure that everything is going the way that it should. But, they have said that I can take you out of your room and we can go for a walk around the grounds." Mick felt his heart leap as she said that. He had been cooped up in the room for so long that he felt like he was going stir crazy. The opportunity for some fresh air was just too good. He got up. Jenny gestured to a cupboard next to the bed. He went over to it curiously and found a full set of clothes in it. Mick stripped unself-conciously and pulled on his normal clothes. He stopped before the mirror, looked at himself, though he did not know why, then left the room. Jenny was left a little behind. She had seen the stretcher in Mick as he stripped and that he had checked out how he looked in the mirror before he left the room - checking for any evidence of the stretcher. The nurse had said that the hypnotic sessions were when she would see the proper adjustments start to be made, but she hadn't believed it. She nipped out of the room after Mick and directed him to take her arm, he did so and she led the two of them outside. It was a bright, summery day with just a hint of a breeze blowing. The two of them walked a little, talked a little and enjoyed the sensation of being out of the room for a while. Mick made no reference to what had happened and Jenny decided that she was not going to bring it up either. Before too long, the sun was starting to dip and the two returned to the hospice. Walking through the ground back towards their room they were passed by a large male orderly, as he passed he greeted Jenny by name and gave her a wave. Mick looked at the man, he was young, tall and handsome in a very square jawed kind of way. "Who is that Honey?" he enquired. "He's just one of the staff here that has been keeping me entertained whilst I wait for you to have your treatment, dear." To Jenny's surprise that was where the conversation ended. She had expected the third degree, Mick was very possessive, yet here he was just blowing off someone who posed a sexual threat. Jenny had slept with that particular orderly, he was as large between his legs as most men wanted to be and he knew how to use it. After she had slept a few times with little Nikki the novelty had worn off and so she had slept with most of the male staff members here whilst she waited for Mick to recover, something that the brochure for the place had assured her was acceptable. After all, unless she wanted to become a frustrated spinster, she had to find a male lover now that Mick was incapable. She had relished her few days of freedom from Mick and made the most of them. She had also tried a threesome and even a foursome with the different orderlies. Prior to her visit to this hospice, she had never allowed any man to penetrate her anally, yet now there were three or four who could claim the privilege. Yeah, Jenny thought to herself, Mick really has changed. It was clear when they arrived at the room that Mick, despite not actually saying anything didn't want to be left by her. Their parting was quite protracted as Mick wouldn't let her go. Alone in the room, Mick found himself needing the loo again. Without thinking about it her made his way to the toilet and with a shudder of pleasure as it tripped the sensitive area in his new vaginal canal, pulled out his stretcher. He sat and relived himself, as earlier, not really thinking about what he was doing. When he finished he wiped his new organ daintily, reinserted his stretcher and pulled up his pants. Back in the room he willed away the hours until sleep by reading the magazines from earlier. He was interrupted briefly by an orderly bringing him in his dinner, which he ate alone and later by the doctor who had broke the news of his penis loss to him. "Well Mick how are you coping now?" she asked as she came into the room and sat in the other easy chair. Mick put down his magazine and answered, "I guess OK." Truth be known, as he realised when she asked the question, he hadn't really thought about it all day. He had just got on with life and whenever anything had come up that had to do with the change in his groin, he had, well, got on with it and not really given the matter any further consideration. He found himself beginning to think about it as she sat there expectantly looking at him. He found himself for the first time that day beginning to register the frustration that he had felt before at the change that was made to him. He was resentful, though he acknowledged to himself that even that feeling was beginning to pass. He found himself looking at the beautiful woman in the room with him, thinking of her as a sexual being and again remembered that he was incapable of enjoying himself sexually with her. The thought of sex and him quickly leapt from his mind, part through a sense of not wanting to dwell on the topic and partly because he remembered from earlier the look on the orderlies face as he had seen his wife. He admitted to himself the truth that she was enjoying herself with some of the people here. It bugged him, though to be fair not as much as he thought it would have. He found himself understanding that she still had needs and desires and despite her choice that he could not fulfil them for her, she would want them to be satisfied. Some of this he vocalised to the doctor and the two of them had, for Mick, quite a sensible conversation about the irrelevance of sexual jealousy. He found himself agreeing with her that he had two choices, to accept it or to resent it and that as he could not prevent it from happening it was far less stressful to accept it, even if he didn't fully like it. Mick awoke the next morning tucked in his bed in his hospital gown. He couldn't remember the doctor leaving the night before, nor putting himself to bed, but this realisation was just a flash through his mind and he didn't spend time wondering about what had happened. He again got up and relieved himself, he was thinking during the process of how much easier it was this way and how standing at the loo as he always had was merely messy and unsanitary. Prior to getting dressed he again lubed up his stretcher and inserted it. He found the area where the shudders of pleasure began to run down his spine and stopped. He jumped back into the bed and reaching down between his legs began to manipulate the stretcher over this area. No thoughts were running through his head save for a concentration on what he was doing. He found himself more curious about what was happening than resentful at how he was getting aroused. He found that he could still have orgasms and that without a penis that wilted after ejaculation, that he was able to bring himself to more than one orgasm. He did notice that an orgasm felt wrong without the sensation of ejaculation accompanying it. After a while of playing with the stretcher, he pushed it's tip past the area of pleasure and strapped it in. He got out of bed, refreshed himself and got dressed. He again waited, reading the magazines that were left for him. He found that the post-orgasmic haze was pleasant and he enjoyed sitting and reading. He was glad when he was interrupted by his wife and again joined her for a walk and a talk. This time the topic that they were discussing was a lot more serious, her sexual needs. Mick initiated the conversation, he found himself wanting to talk to her about it and that he was feeling curiously not angry, resentful or jealous, but just curiousty about what she was up to and what the future held now that he was incapable of meeting her sexual needs. "Jenny, what is going to happen, now that I've, um, well. Now that I can't meet your needs as a woman as it were?" "Oh Mick," she declaimed, grabbing his arm with both of her hands and pulling herself into him. "What do you want to do" She continued without giving Mick a chance to respond to her question. "The way that it has been explained to me we have or rather you have a range of options. You can go without any kind of sexual contact - live a celibate life, or you can have a sex life if you follow me." She cocked her head waiting for a response. Mick nodded slowly, he was thinking. He couldn't imagine a life without sex, he hadn't got as far as thinking through the implications of that remark before Jenny spoke again. "We can do things together, they have a wonderful toy here. It is for the woman to wear - it is an artificial penis and that way I can penetrate you - that will satisfy your needs." Mick was struggling to think. She would wear a strap-on and penetrate him. He couldn't still envisage actually taking a penis - whether it be real or artificial inside of him for his sexual pleasure. "You can't wear it so that leaves us a problem." Mick jerked his head around at her words. "Why can't I wear a strap on to do you?" "Part of losing your penis is psychological programming preventing you from wearing any artificial device as a substitute. Also Mick," Her voice gained a little sharpness as she continued on,'I want to feel a real penis inside of me from time to time. Plastic won't always satisfy me." The couple sat in silence as they both reflected on the conversation. Jenny was feeling quite happy with the way that it had gone. Mick hadn't challenged her statement that he couldn't use a strap on - it was true, but he hadn't challenged her and she felt that was a victory from the old Mick. Additionally she had staked her claim to other men in the future - a vital point for her, after all this punishment was for Mick not for her. Mick struggling already with some of the conversation found himself almost overwhelmed with thoughts. He knew his wife had been sleeping around since she had been here. He hadn't had time to properly think through this situation but he could feel that he wasn't entirely happy with it. Now she was saying that sex with other men was going to be the future from now on, for both of them. Mick knew that he didn't like this particular consequence of his pre-operative behaviour. Mick slowly gathered his thoughts, basically his wife was able or wanting to sleep with other men and he, if he wanted any sexual pleasure again and it was something that he thought of as a big part of his life, would need someone to penetrate him. What a truly shitty situation. The couples conversation turned to lighter matters - well lighter to Jenny, she was telling Mick of what exactly she had been doing with the studs here and how they compared. From time to time she threw in an unfavourable comparison with his sexual techniques. Mick listened with growing horror as she gossiped away about the size of their penises, which ones were cut and uncut, their staying power and the "dreamy" techniques that they used to bring her off. Jenny was following the advice that the centre had given, treat him as your girlfriend, as your confidant. Trust him with the secrets that were important to you, especially the sexual ones. Don't give him time to think, overload him if you can. You don't want him to focus on the topics you're raising and chatting about, you just want him to sit and listen and to get accompanied to being in this kind of role. Jenny did just that, she described their bodies, what she liked about their bodies, how their bodies compared with each other and with Micks. She discussed their technique. She discussed what she liked to do with each of them and to Mick's utter resentment and silent fury this included a number of things that he had wanted her to do with him but that she had refused to. Something that she reminded him of and assured him that she would certainly be doing in future. Mick sat silently. There wasn't a great deal that he could say. He was glad when she thanked him for listening gave him a chaste kiss on the cheeks and walked him back to his room. He was glad when the door closed behind her. He went and used the loo, habitually both taking out the long dildo and reinserting it when he finished. He washed his hands and walked back into his room. He noticed that a television had been put into his room. He hadn't noticed it initially in his rush to use the loo. He tried to change channel as there wasn't anything on but found that he couldn't change the channel nor curiously switch it off. Still grateful for the diversion from reading the magazines and pamphlets he sat down to watch. The screen flickered and a hotel room appeared. He saw with a sense of rising horror his wife lounging on the bed. It looked like a live feed from her room as she was wearing the clothes that he had just seen her in, she sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes. Mick watched curiously as she rubbed her feet, obviously they must be aching he thought. There was a knock on her door and in walked an orderly. He noticed the blonde, short hair and immediately realised that this must be Paul. Not her favourite of the orderlies, but one that she had commented upon at great length to him earlier on. His wife stood up from the bed and walked over to Paul. He saw with more than a prick of jealousy her stretch her arms around his neck and the two kissed. He could see from the camera angle that it wasn't a peck on the check, but was a full on passionate exchange of saliva. He watched with a growing sense of disquiet as Paul ran his hands down her back and cupped the checks of her bottom. Jenny wasn't exactly shy either, she was stroking his shoulder blades as they kissed. The two broke apart slightly and Jenny went onto her knees, she undid the button flies and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. Mick could see Paul's erection tenting the front of his boxer shorts. Jenny carefully moved the boxers off of his organ and bent to kiss the cut penis. Mick did notice that Jenny hadn't lied - he was huge. Mick sat and watched as the two got progressively more intimate, he watched as Jenny suckled on Paul's penis, as she kissed his shaved chest and licked around his belly button. He found that despite the feeling of almost revulsion at what he was watching, he couldn't walk away. It would have been easy for him to walk into the bathroom, close the door and shut out the noise of the lovemaking, but the thought of doing that never crossed him mind. Instead he sat and watched as Jenny slowly stripped - for Paul's benefit not his, it made his wife suddenly a lot more attractive in his eyes as he watched the way that she disrobed to arouse and tempt another man. He watched as Paul kissed and played with her abundant and firm breasts, he watched as Paul inserted a finger into Jenny and rubbed her in ways that Mick watching, knew made her go weak and flip out. He found himself staring at the screen as Paul finally buried his long, thick shaft into Jenny's snatch. He could see the sweat beading on Paul's back as he slowly fucked Jenny and the sweat running down Jenny's breasts as she writhed and moved with the sensations that she was experiencing. Mick found as the scene in front of him continued that it was arousing him. Watching two beautiful bodies slowly and clearly with feeling making love, regardless of the fact that she was his wife and this was an interloper into their relationship was turning him on. He found his hand creeping down to his flies to free his penis so that he could masturbate to the scene in front of him, then felt the jarring reality of not having a penis, but found himself wondering if he could bring himself off with the dildo in him. He dismissed the thought, but left his flies open as the more that he was watching, the more horny he was getting. Another man joined the two lovers as they lay intertwined on the bed buried in each other. A dark haired man with a tattoo on his upper arm that had to be Pete. Mick wondered what role he would play. It didn't take much inviting for him to strip down, revealing again to Mick's slight disappointment a larger penis than he ever had, and feed his long penis into Jenny's willing mouth. Watching Jenny getting vigorously fucked in both the mouth and her pussy was giving Mick a very uncomfortable need for release. He could feel the sensation of a throbbing penis between his legs in need of tugging, but again when his fingers reached for it - it wasn't there. This time he touched the cool plastic base of the stretcher and pulling it out ever so slightly began to twist it in a way that felt like it scratched the itch that seeing Jenny being so vigorously fucked brought on. There was part of his mind that recoiled at the circumstance that he found himself in. Watching as his wife was being shafted by two well endowed, athletic men whilst he was left resorting to twisting a dildo inside his new vagina for a sense of release. But this was a small part of his mind that felt curiously remote and detached from the situation and was easy to ignore. Mick slowly began to play with himself, pushing the dildo inside of him so that it hit the spot that gave him the unreal, twitchy sensations that he had felt this morning. Five minutes later he had came to, what was in all fairness a shattering orgasm and he realise Jenny was now finished and using her mouth to clean he two sated lovers in turn. Mick didn't realise that he too was being watched, that his watchers had made a note of his progress and that all was proceeding on schedule. The next morning it was Jenny that woke up Mick with a cup of tea served at his bed side. Mick couldn't remember making his way to bed nor what he spent yesterday evening doing. As he probed his memory he couldn't remember much past seeing Jenny being serviced. He took the tea and sat up in bed, Jenny gave his a quick peck on the lips and sat with him as he finished his tea. She was curious to see his now healed vagina. When he finished his tea, she asked him to see it. Mick found this a touch distasteful, was she gloating or what? Why would she want to see what she had done to him. He did as asked and lowered the sheets, raised his gown and revealed to his wife his newly remodelled genitalia. Jenny was impressed with the work of the centre, Mick's vagina looked and felt like the genuine article. "It's very impressive honey," she told him. "Have you looked at it yet?" Mick had to admit to her that he hadn't. Hearing this she made him strip and then walked him over to the full length mirror. Mick found the sight of himself hard to look at and he found that he was looking everywhere but where he was being bidden to. Finally he peeked. It was an incongruous sight, he was a tall toned man yet no there was no sign of the familiar penis hanging low over his testes. Instead there was a hairless patch and two demure lips closed tight. He found it hard to focus and had to sit down. Jenny was standing next to him and she told him as he sat to spread his legs and handed him a hand mirror. He put it into position and looked. It looked no different from any that he had seen before. All vaginas are different, he didn't have a particularly prominent clitoris, a slight bump was all that he could see. He could see some of the residual bruising from the surgery but it was fading fast. He had small tight lips that appeared quite beautiful. In the past had he been confronted with a vagina like this on one of his many conquests he wouldn't have hesitate to gently spread those lips and dive his tongue and fingers inside. "What do you think honey?" Mick ignored the words, just gently parted his new lips and gazed at the pink reflection. He put the mirror down. He didn't feel anything about it. He had grow used to the idea that he had a vagina and he knew what they looked like from his pre-operative experiences. The sight was no surprise. The surprise was that when he looked at it, it was between his thighs. The hairiness of his thighs sat wrong with the soft hairless skin surrounding his new organ. He slowly dressed himself, ignoring Jenny's repeated questions. Finally, just answering her that, "I don't really have anything to say about the way that it looks, En. It is just, well, that it doesn't look right on me." Jenny understood and moved the conversation away from this area. Talking instead about her latest exploits with her lovers. Mick zoned out slightly. He was slightly aroused by the memory of what he had seen last night. He could remember the details, though he was still shamed by his response to the scene. Jenny spent nearly an hour with him before leaving. His only other visitor that day was the austere doctor come to inspect him. She thoroughly explored her work and pronounced herself satisfied with his recovery. She left saying that he could leave tomorrow. Mick felt a sense of loss. He felt blue and down. Not a severe sense of depression but a sense of loss and almost mourning. He knew how he was, he knew his options and he wasn't delighted with them. Penetrative sex only, no more penis, no prospect of having children - not something that was important to him before, but curiously upsetting now it was no longer possible. He knew that none of his previous lovers would be willing to continue having intimate relations with him once they found out about his plight. He knew they wouldn't laugh or mock him - just as he knew that he would never tell any of them as there was no way that he could handle the look of pity that would appear on their faces. He woke up early the next morning and after completing his washing and preparations dressed ready to leave. Jenny came to collect him and they went together to the cafeteria for a drink whilst their things were prepared. They had to go to the centre's office after their coffee to ensure that there were no problems and whilst they waited Mick fell fast asleep. He awoke to find himself in the familiar surroundings of his own bedroom with Jenny sleeping next to him. He shook off the drowsiness and walked through to their ensuite. Suddenly it caught up with him and he reached down between his legs hoping desperately that it had been a dream. He found between his legs no sign of the penis just the now familiar sensation of the female genitalia. He washed up and went downstairs. Got the newspaper off of the porch and making himself a coffee started his day the same way as he usually did on a weekend. He found enough distraction in the newspapers so that he wasn't thinking at all about the ordeal that he had just been through but rather just getting on with life as usual. Jenny came down clad only in a bathrobe and bent over to give him his usual peck on the lips. "I see things are back to usual then hon." Mick only grunted and Jenny gave herself a small smile that he had settle back down to normal so easily. The money that she had paid to the centre for his treatment was not a fraction of what she would have paid had she known the effect. Still, she mused there were a few more hurdles to cross yet. The rest of the day passed without incident and tellingly without comment about the changes. Mick plodded through the day, using the toilet when he had to, mechanically removing and reinserting his stretcher - still getting the shiver as it passed his sensitive areas. After their evening meal Mick sat down in his favourite armchair and turned the television on. He flicked through the channels before settling on a natural history documentary and it was clear he had settled for the evening. Jenny noted Mick's behaviour, gave herself a small smile and walked up the stairs to their room. She showered and cleaned herself up, she then got dressed in a smart business suit with just a slightly sheer top underneath and steeling herself by taking a couple of large, deep breathes walked into the living room picked up her handbag. She bent over Mick gave him a peck on the cheek and before he could register what was going on walked out of the room with a cheery "don't wait up Honey." Mick may have been a little slow on the uptake when she walked into the room to say goodbye but it didn't take long for him to understand that she was going out. She hadn't discussed it with him, nor even told him where she was going or why. He leapt out of his chair and chased after her. He caught up with her as she was getting into their car. "What the hell, where do you think you are going" Mick demanded. Jenny carried on opening the door and sitting inside as she replied. "Mick don't make this harder than it has to be," She stopped and looked directly at him for a few seconds before shaking her head sadly and then carrying on. "You know you can't satisfy me any more, we had that conversation." She fastened her seatbelt and looked back up at him. "Mick, I'm sorry. I need. No not need I want to have a man between my legs. I want to get fucked. I want to be rode by a man. An intact man. I'm sorry Mick but I'm going out, I'm going to find a man and let him fuck me until I'm sore. Then I'll come home to you." She started the engine. Mick was speechless. There were things that he wanted to say. He wanted to stop her, but found that he couldn't. He could just stand there and watch her pull out of the garage and saw her tail lights fade into the distance. He was numb. He closed the garage door and walked back inside. He switched off the television. The programme was just meaningless, words that made no sense. He sat at the table and put his head in his hands. It dawned on him that this was what it was going to be like now. When she wanted to, whenever she had an itch she wanted to scratch - she would, well scratch it regardless or rather oblivious to him. He felt like shit. Less than shit. He couldn't meet her needs so she would sort it out for herself. His silent despair was interrupted with an urgent rap on the front door. He glanced at the clock and wondered who it was. He slowly got up ignoring the repetition of the knock and opened the door. "Quick Mick, you don't want everyone to see me do you. Jees I didn't think she was going to fuck off and leave you alone." The tall flame haired woman pushed passed Mick and entered the house. "Well nice to see you too," she exclaimed, "I was worried when you weren't at work. Where were you they said that you were sick. Are you OK?" She gazed intently at him and then as if not noticing his lack of response flung her arms theatrically around his neck and kissed him full on his lips. Mick shrugged her off. Annabel had been to the house before, but she wasn't welcome now. With the events of the last week behind him Mick had little time for the red haired temptress from the front desk. She stared at him astonished then shrugged. "So where have you been. I've called" she cooed as she slinked back over to him. She put her hand flat on his stomach and pressing firmly ran it down his front. Mick didn't clock what she was doing. He resented her being here, he was still frozen from the events of earlier and he reacted too slowly. Her hand ran down and instead of the bulge that she had expected to find, her hand hit no obstacle as it ran onto the thigh. Mick grabbed her arm to late. she shook him off breaking his grip and grabbed at the empty crotch between his legs. She moved her hand around searching for the penis that had brought her such pleasure on the times where they had enjoyed each others company physically. She realised and gave up. "So that's where you've been. Fucking bitch." The last two words were spat out with an uncharacteristic ferocity. "You've been docked. Oh you stupid bastard Mick. What was it, you weren't looking after her needs or you were hitting her is that it?" Mick shook his head slowly. He was missing something. He still couldn't think as clearly as he used to. Each time he was with a dominant woman he was slower, he couldn't marshal his thoughts enough to argue back or to react quickly. It dawned on him. Annabel was still muttering away under her breath about Mick, Karen, life in general or well the male part of it and her rotten luck. "You know what she has done to me? How, How do you know?" "Mick" She was talking to him now like he was a small child. "It's not exactly a secret is it. You're not the first are you?" Mick was flummoxed. He had so many questions racing around his head that he didn't know where to start. Annabel noted it and asked quietly. "How long is she going to be?" Mick shrugged and told her he didn't know. "Well make me a tea and I'll tell you what I know about it." Mick lead her through to the kitchen and she stripped off her coat and placed it over a chair back as he put the kettle on and sorted out the makings. He noticed she wasn't dress