After The Wedding - Chapter 4 - Post-Operative free porn video

After the Wedding Chapter 4 - Post-Operative Note: I had originally intended to end this short sequence of stories with our hero(ine) about to go down to theatre for SRS. However, it has been suggested that this leaves things a bit "up in the air". I am therefore adding another chapter to explain what happens to Belinda after her operation. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx My reconstruction surgery to sculpt my body into a more feminine shape went well. I left you, dear Reader, in my last chapter, with me lying on a trolley waiting to be taken down to the operating theatre. Obviously I cannot recall what went on during the several hours I was operated on as I was totally out, under a general anaesthetic. When I eventually came round, I felt dreadful; I ached everywhere and the pain in my groin and abdomen was excruciating. My groans must have alerted a nurse as I was swiftly sedated again. I drifted in and out of consciousness for the next couple of days. Eventually I started to come to; feeling as though I had been trampled upon by the entire New Zealand Rugby Team! A nurse told me I had been "under" for nearly three days, but that my body was now on the mend. It was, never-the-less, another three days before I was strong enough to stand and walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror as the Nurse changed my dressings; I was not a pretty sight! My body was black and blue with bruises, but underneath these I was delighted to observe that I now had perky little breasts and a vagina where, for so long, I had been accustomed to seeing my cock. Now that the anaesthetic was out of my system and I was able to stand and walk by myself, it only took another couple of days before I was discharged and allowed home into Mary's care. Mary was very sweet; insisting that I stay in bed for a few days more whilst she nursed me. I loved all the pampering and attention, even if I felt a bit of a fraud as I was recovering swiftly. Gradually my bruising faded and I was able to look at my new female body dispassionately and with mounting excitement. I had never planned to take this path into womanhood, but fate had given me no choice. Now that I had to become a woman, I wanted to be an attractive one and, as far as I could see, my surgeon had done an amazingly good job. My figure was slim and curvy; I had a trim waist; firm, upstanding breasts; and a lovely vagina - which I had to dilate each day with a plastic prick to stop it healing over! Initially I found this process somewhat off-putting, but, as I healed, it became more and more pleasurable and it didn't take long before I was imagining what it would be like to have a real, live cock inside me! Once my body was healed from the first bout of operations, I started discussing dates for the remaining cosmetic procedures with my surgeon. It took about three months and further three operations before he declared that my body was as female as he could make it. The day when I was finally able to see myself in the mirror as a full woman was one I will never forget. I wasn't stunningly beautiful, nor had surgery knocked years off my age, but I was slim, with a 38-27-37 inch figure; my breasts were firm and upstanding. Not overly large - (a fitting for new bras revealed that I was a C-cup) - I thought they were lovely with large dark aureoles and nipples that became erect as I viewed myself in the mirror! My bum was well rounded but did not sag and there was no sign of cellulite on my thighs or bottom. My face was definitely feminine. Whilst I could still recognise myself, my chin was slimmer; my nose more up-turned; and my eyes wider and more pronounced. My Adams apple had been shaved, and my vocal chords tightened, so that I now spoke in a mezzo register, which Mary told me was very sexy and attractive. All in all my transition had gone remarkably smoothly and I was very pleased to be the woman I had become. It took quite a while before I was able to summon up the courage to allow Mary to make love to me. We started gently with kissing, cuddling and a bit of finger play; but eventually I had to let Mary 'have her way with me' using her strap-on dido. To say I was scared would be an understatement; but as Mary gently inserted herself into me, I began to realise why, in many ways, women have more rewarding sex than men. The sensation of being filled by this substantial - (all-be-it fake) - cock was indescribable; and the experience of coming was like nothing I had experienced before. When Mary, all too soon, finally withdrew from me, I was gasping for breath; covered in a sheen of sweat; and desperate to try it again. And all this from a fucking with a bit of plastic; what would it be like to have a real flesh and blood cock inside me! For the next few weeks - months even - I worked at regaining my strength and fitness. I had been warned that it would take a long time to recover from the trauma of major surgery but I hadn't believed it would be such an uphill task. I joined a gym and resumed daily swimming. It felt odd concentrating on aerobic exercises rather than weights and muscle building equipment. Naturally I now had to join a "Ladies" class and this involved my buying tights and leotards, sports bras, and dance shoes. Of course I also had to purchase a one-piece swim suit and finally settled on a very pretty one in grey with pink piping. A swim cap was essential as my hair was now quite long and took a considerable time to dry properly if I allowed it to get wet. Gradually all this effort paid off. My legs and bottom became tighter, with muscle under the overlaying fatty deposits. My tummy became slimmer and flatter, whilst my arms, if anything, slimmed down as flab was replaced by sleek muscle. All in all, not only did I achieve a level of fitness I hadn't enjoyed in years, but my body shape became even more curvy and feminine. After a few weeks of this Mary noticed that I was starting to look better than her. She wasn't going to have any of that; no transsexual was going to leave her standing in the beauty stakes, and so she too joined me in my daily routine. It was fun working out together and we began to build a new girl to girl relationship that replaced our previous husband/wife one. For it was no use pretending to ourselves that things could go on as they had before; I was physically a different person and could no longer satisfy Mary in the way she wished. And, truth to tell I was discovering urges and needs of my own that needed investigating. One evening as we sat together over a bottle of wine, Mary broached the, so far un-talked about, subject. "Belinda, we have to face facts. You are now a woman and as such cannot love me as you used to. Oh I know you 'love' me, just as I do you, but it is 'sex' I am talking about here. I need to go with a real man who can fuck me senseless and, if I am not mistaken, you feel much the same way." I had to confess that, recently, as Mary had been servicing me with the dildo, I had fantasised that she was some hunky stud who was giving me a good 'seeing to'! "As I thought" Mary said with a smile. "Well why don't we do something about it? I still have Simon's telephone number and I am sure he and John would be happy to meet up with us again. What do you think?" I shyly confessed that I still had John's business card with his telephone number tucked safely away in my purse. "So long as it doesn't drive a wedge between us" I responded, "I would really like to see John again. As well as being a great lover, he proved to be a very nice person that evening I went back to his cottage." "Simon is a great guy too" Mary reminisced, with a cat-like smile on her lips. "The boys will never come between you and me; so let's give them a call!" So that is what we did; Mary rang Simon and I called John. He was somewhat surprised to hear from me after all this time as it must have been approaching two years since he and I had our one night stand. However, being the gentleman that he is, he politely asked how I was and what I had been up to since we met. I told him about my operation and that I was now as fully female as my surgeon could make me. John is no fool and immediately guessed why I was ringing him; "And now you are itching to try out your new equipment!" he chuckled. "Well I am flattered that you thought of me and, of course, I'd be more than happy to meet up again. I have often wondered over these last few months where you were and what you were doing. As you know I am not exactly a "one woman" man - or a "one man" man for that matter - but there was something special about our fling. I'm glad life has been kind to you and that you are now the woman you want to be." I hastened to explain that it hadn't all been plain sailing and that my path to womanhood hadn't exactly been planned. "But it is too long a story to tell over the phone" I continued, "but I promise to tell you all about it when we meet." I also told John that Sandra was trying to link up with Simon again. "That's OK" John said, "Simon and I still work together, so I see him most days. I'll talk to him and then ring you back with some suggested dates when the four of us could get together again." I gave John the number of my mobile phone and as I rang off and put the phone down, I was surprised to feel how fast my heart was beating. I really was looking forward to seeing John again. Mary hadn't managed to get hold of Simon, so was much relieved when I told her what I had arranged with John. True to his word John rang me back that evening and we arranged to meet as a foursome the following Saturday. Time dragged during the intervening days, but eventually the Saturday of our "date" dawned. Mary and I had arranged joint sessions at Carole's salon for the complete works - waxing; facial; hair; makeup; we both wanted to look our best for "our men". Carole had become my consultant and beauty therapist during the long months it took for me to learn the tricks and techniques a woman needs to master in order to present herself to best advantage. We had become close friends and she was delighted when I told her why Mary and I were taking such pains over our appearance today. "Oh, I'm so thrilled for you" Carole gushed; "Is he gorgeous, and what is he like in bed?!" I had to confess that I hadn't seen John for two years, but that back then he had indeed be quite a hunk and very good in bed! "You are going to have to tell me all about it next week" Carole insisted. "I'm not letting you leave here until you fix a date for your next appointment. If this John is as good as you hope he is, you will definitely need your hair doing again early next week!" We both had a good giggle over this. (One of the greatest pleasures I have found since moving to the other side of the gender fence, is the way women make friends in a totally different way to men. We share much more with each other about our feelings and emotions and I knew Carole's interest wasn't simple curiosity, but a genuine concern for my wellbeing and happiness. I readily agreed to come and tell her all about it the following Monday. One of the things I love about being a woman is the pampering associated with grooming, so, once the waxing was over - (sleek legs and a trim bikini line) - I lay back and relaxed as Carole worked her magic on me. I am getting to be quite proficient in makeup and arranging my hair, but I cannot get anywhere close to the transformation Carole achieves for me. She makes me look several years younger than I actually am and, when she had finished her ministrations, I was delighted with the result. Whilst Carole had been working on me, another stylist had been giving Mary the works and, as she too emerged from her chair, she looked good enough to eat! I fell in love with her all over again and started to feel jealous of Simon, remembering that he was the one who would be enjoying the favours of this fabulous creature this evening. But then my mind turned to John and suddenly I did not begrudge sharing Mary with another lover. Tonight we are both going to be admired and loved by strong, handsome men. Deep down where it counts I know Mary is all mine and that no casual lover will ever come between us. "You scrub up well dear" Mary said with a grin. "You are not so bad yourself" I replied! Paying up - (and being a woman certainly can be expensive!) - Mary and I left the salon and headed home. Mary had brought a selection of dresses home from her Dress Agency and we spent the next couple of hours trying out different outfits and combinations, until we each found something we were happy with. As we were not "on the pull", we had decided that tonight we should dress elegantly but with a slight edge of temptation, with the view of turning the boys on when we meet them. Mary finally settled on a sheath dress in apricot coloured silk. Figure hugging, it had little spaghetti straps, a plunging back, and vee-neck that showed her cleavage off to advantage. There was no possibility of wearing a bra under this dress, but fortunately Mary had breasts that could stand close scrutiny! Underneath she wore only a white thong and apricot high heels; no stockings. A pearl necklace and matching bracelet and earrings were her simple but effective jewellery and she carried a small beaded clutch bag. For my part, I selected a royal blue, knee-length dress in chiffon with a plain matching lining. It swirled around my knees beautifully and was gathered at the shoulders in such a way as to direct men's gaze towards my bosom. I did elect to wear stockings - (not tights; I wanted to tease John with occasional flashes of my suspenders!) - and my shoes were blue satin that exactly matched my dress. Mary chose to wear her hair up whilst I kept mine down. By now my hair had grown to a length where it fell over my shoulders and curled at collar-bone level. I picked a pair of lapis lazuli, drop earrings from my jewellery box and teamed them with a matching bracelet and slim gold watch. I decided not to wear a necklace as I didn't want anything to interfere with John's view of my boobs! Once we were dressed I poured us both a glass of chilled chardonnay and we sipped our drinks as we waited for our taxi to arrive. We had arranged to meet at Simon's flat which was situated in a smart part of Peterborough. Unlike Mary, I had never been there before so let her lead the way as we entered the lift in a modern apartment block. Teasing, Mary insisted that I close my eyes so that I wouldn't see the apartment until she allowed me to. I had no idea which floor button she pressed and dutifully kept my eyes tight shut as she took me by the hand and led me into the flat. "You can look now" she said and giggled with pleasure at the expression on my face as I looked around and took in the view. Simon had the penthouse apartment in this block and the view was stunning. It was dusk but there was still sufficient light for me to see the River Nene winding through the city below me. The lounge in which we were standing was rather impressive too. Handsome, modern furniture and gorgeous rugs adorned the room, but what took my eye - (I am an Art dealer remember) - was the fabulous paintings hanging on the walls. I was familiar with some of the artists and realised immediately that Simon was clearly a very wealthy man. "I see you admiring my collection" said Simon, handing me a glass of champagne. "Although I now earn my living working in finance, I studied art at university and started collecting early. I was lucky enough to get in with one or two painters, who now command high prices, at an early stage in their career. I couldn't afford to buy some of these works today!" I allowed him to escort me round the room explaining the history of several of his favourite pieces. I was really enjoying our conversation until I was snapped back into reality by John entering the room bearing a tray of canap?s. "We thought we would eat in" he said. "Simon isn't much of a cook, but I enjoy cooking and have spent the last few hours slaving over a hot stove. I hope you think my efforts were not in vain!" I kissed John briefly on the cheek; told him it was nice to see him again; and that I was sure we would find nothing to fault in his cooking. The four of us settled down on sofas and the boys kept us plied with drinks. "John has told me a bit about your history, Belinda" Simon said. "I am most interested and would love to hear more. Don't be embarrassed or shy. Both John and I are broadminded and, as you may have guessed, we are both bisexual. I have been with several t-girls, as has John - although I know he has a particularly soft spot for you. He frequently mentions the night the two of you spent together and speculates on how far you might have gone with your transition. So you can see, we are both genuinely interested and not merely being nosey." Well after that introduction it would have been churlish to refuse, so I related my story, concluding by telling them that although I hadn't planned it, I was actually far happier as a woman than I had been as a man. "Fortunately Mary still loves me" I said smiling and taking her hand. "Without her support I would never have got through the last couple of years. However, we are both hot blooded women and whilst lesbian sex is fun, Mary assures me it cannot compare with "the real thing"! Hence our ringing you; I hope you don't mind. It's not that we are using you; rather that when it came to it, neither of us could think of anyone more appropriate for me to give my virginity to than you John." John blushed deeply and, taking me in his arms, gave me a warm kiss. "Thank you Belinda" he said, "that is the finest compliment I have ever been paid. But I really think we should dine before taking this conversation any further. I always think anticipation wets the appetite - and anyway, I don't want my dinner to spoil." Laughing the three of us pelted John with pillows before he and Simon retired to the kitchen, from whence they returned bearing trays of delicious goodies. The meal was more a sort of tapas; lots of small dishes; each only a mouthful or two but all delicious and washed down with copious refills of wine. By the end of the meal both Mary and I were decidedly merry and it did not take much encouragement from the boys for us to clear away the remains of our feast and get comfortable once again on the sofas. Mary cuddled up with Simon and I nestled down in John's arms. For quite some time the room was silent as we kissed, gently at first and then with more passion. The silence was broken by Mary's giggling as she got Simon to help her out of her dress. (I knew that she could easily take the dress off herself without help, and realised she was just winding Simon up!) Now it was my turn, and I gently tugged open the zip on John's trousers. His cock sprang free in all its glory just as I remembered it. I slid off the sofa, knelt before him, and proceeded to blow him off. It was only as his delicious cum was exploding in my mouth that I realised I hadn't put a condom on him. Ah well, a bit late now; I had just better pray that he was healthy and didn't have AIDS! I swallowed down as much of John's cum as I could and wiped the rest off on my fingers, which I then proffered up for him to lick clean. By now Simon and Mary had disappeared into his bedroom, leaving John and I in sole occupancy of the lounge. I wasted no time in stripping John of his clothes and divesting myself of mine. John gathered up a pile of cushions which he spread on the floor, covering them with a rug. Taking me gently in his arms, he laid me on the rug and I felt the weight of his body pressing down on me. Suddenly I was very nervous. This was my first experience, as a woman, of sex with a man and I was scared I wouldn't be able to satisfy him. John could see the fear in my eyes and gently kissed me, making soft, soothing noises the while. I spread my legs and felt his long hard cock pressing urgently upon my, as yet untried, vagina. Slowly he entered me and I groaned with pleasure as he gradually became fully engaged. His hip movements were slow and sensual to start with and I arched my back to try and draw him more deeply inside me. John's thrusting became more and more urgent, as did my responses; our love making progressed to its natural conclusion and, even in the height of my ecstasy, I was relieved to feel him come the same time as I did. Post-coital, we lay quietly in each others arms; softly kissing and stroking each other. "That was marvellous" John whispered; "Thank you giving me the honour of being the one to deflower you. As Simon said earlier, I have often wondered what became of you and it is amazing that we have got back together for this momentous occasion." Of course by now I was crying like a baby and John had to comfort me. Somehow or other, this 'comforting' developed into another bout of energetic sex! When we were both exhausted, John rose and, taking me by the hand, led me into another bedroom. "I often stay with Simon when were are working late at the office" he told me, "It is a bit of a fag having to drive back to the cottage and Simon lets me have this room for myself." It was a nice room with a big bed and en-suite bathroom, so I excused myself and retired to clean up. When I returned, John took his turn in the bathroom. I saw there was pretty nightdress laid out on the bed. "Well I guess Mary and I made our intentions pretty clear" I giggled to myself. "Still it is nice of the boys to think of buying us nighties." John returned to me shortly after; we cuddled down in bed and I fell into a deep, contented sleep. I had just given myself to a man and could rest content that I was now, truly, a woman in all significant respects. The sun was well up before, drowsily, we dragged ourselves back into the land of the living. I needed the loo; so I gave John a quick peck on the lips and hurried to the bathroom. Once I had finished my business, I did the best I could to tidy myself up for my lover. My hair was in a dreadful tangle, but I did the best I could with my fingers to straighten it out. (I had a small brush in my handbag, bit in our frolicking last night it had somehow got left in the lounge.) As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help noticing that my face was glowing and that the corners of my lips were turned up in a secret smile; I was looking at the face of a woman who had just enjoyed a frenzied night of love-making and who was well satisfied! I returned to John in bed; trying to walk sexily across the bedroom carpet. Whilst I was by now very comfortable in my female skin, I still needed to be careful not to slip back into old, established masculine patterns of movement and posture. Slipping under the sheets and snuggling up, I gently nibbled John's nipples. He evidently enjoyed it as in next to no time he was back on top of me and I was, once again, enjoying sex as a woman. This time when John rolled off me we were much more relaxed together. Our passion had been satiated and we could just lie together in comfortable harmony. "You know" remarked John "there is only one thing that I remember from our first time together that I have missed this time round." Naturally this remark peeked my interest - (and put me a bit on edge; what had I neglected to do by way of satisfying him?) "That's not fair" I complained petulantly; "You can say things like that without being more specific." John grinned; "Well you know I am bisexual" he started; "I have just adored making love to you as man on woman, but I do recall that when you still had a cock, you gave me one of the best arse fuckings I have ever had!" I had forgotten, in my passion for John as a masculine hunk, that he too had a strong feminine streak and liked being taken from behind. I took his remarks as the compliment they were intended to be and thanked him kindly. "You have probably guessed that Simon and I aren't just business associates" John continued. "We have been lovers for years and at one time lived together as a couple. That level of commitment soon passed, but we have remained "best friends" and when we are between relationships, we tend to spend time together. That is not to say that our attentions don't wander elsewhere. We are both attracted to women as well as men and, in my case in particular, especially enjoy the attentions of girly-boys. That is why it was such a privilege for me to be the one to take your female virginity; in you just about all my wishes are gathered in a single person............if only you could still take me, you would be my ideal lover!" This last was said with a broad grin, so I did not take offence and limited my reaction to beating him up with one of the pillows! Not surprisingly our fight turned into another bout of love making, and it was nearly midday before we emerged to join Mary and Simon in the lounge. They confessed that they too hadn't been up long, so the four of us made a belated breakfast of coffee and croissants. "What shall we do today?" enquired Simon. "I assume you girls have nothing planned." We confessed that we hadn't and that we were entirely at the boy's disposal. "Well let's drive out to John's cottage and have a barbeque" suggested Simon. "It is a lovely day and we can go swimming in the pond in John's garden. Have you girls got any other clothes with you, or do you need to go home to pick up some things?" Mary shyly owned up to the fact that we had indeed packed a small bag in anticipation of staying over and that she had, discretely, left it in the hallway! Our bag was quickly retrieved and Mary and I scurried into Simon's bedroom to get changed. From the state of the bedclothes, Mary's night must have been as active as mine! "We don't have time for a proper chat" said Mary urgently, "but I can't wait until we get home; tell me what was it like for you?" "Oh darling" I responded, "it was everything you told me it would be and then some more. I can't wait to try again!" "I'm so happy for you" said Mary, taking me in her arms and hugging me close. "And I don't think you will have to wait long before putting your new found skills to use once again. Unless I am very much mistaken, Simon is itching to have a session with you and I, I have to confess, am more than a bit intrigued to find out what John keeps in his trousers!" We both collapsed giggling. We knew we were being naughty and promiscuous...and we loved it! We quickly changed into fresh underwear and I slipped on a pair of white Capri pants and an olive-green crocheted top. Sally had brought a pretty sundress with her and, once again, I had to resist taking her in my arms and making love to her there and then; she looked so beautiful. When we returned to the boys, they had also changed into casual wear and without further ado, Simon ushered us into the lift and we descended into the basement, where his car was waiting for us. Simon drove a very smart Saab convertible and, as Mary made sure that she occupied the back seat with John, I travelled up front with Simon. The drive wasn't long, but it gave Simon and me sufficient time to chat and get to know each other a bit better. From the sounds coming from the back seat, I sensed that the relationship between Mary and John had already advanced to a more significant stage! John's cottage was as idyllic as I remembered and in no time at all the boys had the barbeque alight and we were al consuming large glasses of wine. "Let's go for a swim whilst the charcoal heats up" John suggested. At this point Mary and I had to confess that we hadn't thought to put swimsuits into our overnight bag. "Not to worry" John said carelessly; "It is very quiet round here and my pond isn't overlooked; we can go skinny dipping!" And so we stripped off and plunged in. The water was very cold and my nipples popped up immediately, much to the interest of Simon! We spent half an hour fooling around in the water. Some swimming was undertaken, but much of the time was taken up with sly groping and passionate kissing. Such pastimes were fairly indiscriminate. At some time or other I am think everyone coupled with each other. Eventually John declared that the charcoal must be ready, so we got out of the water and wandered back up to the cottage. We decided to stay naked. It was a lovely warm day and we couldn't be bothered to go through the fuss of getting dry and dressing. (We all knew, although no- one said it out loud, that after lunch we would only need to get undressed again anyway as serious sex was clearly on the agenda!) I say we stayed naked. Well that is almost true. Before starting to cook on the barbeque, both John and Simon donned fetching aprons - a misdirected squirt of hot fat could prove disastrous for out plans for the afternoon! I have to say the boys looked both ridiculous and sexy in their pinnies because, every time they turned their back to us they displayed their hairy arses to our amused gaze! In spite of our giggles, it didn't take long for John and Simon to rustle up a delicious lunch so all four of us lay back on a pile of rugs and cushions and dined, Roman fashion, lying down. Once again Mary and I were plied with copious quantities of wine and, once our hunger had been appeased, it didn't take long for the kissing and petting to start again. This time I was snuggled up next to Simon, whilst Mary was all over John. Having been naked all morning, none of us felt at all inhibited by the presence of the others and before long, Mary and I were coupling vigorously with our new partners. When we all finally fell apart in a tangled sweaty, breathless, tangle heap; it didn't seem strange that Mary and I, still very much aroused, should start kissing and fondling each other. It didn't take long for Simon and John to get intimate and another bout of loving - this time boy-on-boy and girl-on-girl - to commence. And so it went on all afternoon. By the time we finally all collapsed exhausted, we must have coupled and fucked in just about every possible combination; I just adored every second of it! Finally, we all had to admit that 'enough was enough' and that none of us could manage any more sex for the time being. Mary and I wandered back to the cottage to clean up, whilst the boys dived back into the pond. Once safely ensconced in the bathroom, Mary turned to me eagerly; "Well darling, how do you like womanhood now?" she enquired with a wicked grin on her face. "Oh Mary" I responded, taking her hands in mine. "if I had known that female sex was so wonderful, I would have swapped sides years ago! No disrespect to you darling, but there really is something special about having a male cock rammed up inside you!" "Oh I so agree" cried Mary enthusiastically. "And the great thing is, you and I can enjoy both that and our love for each other. Increasingly I am finding lesbian sex more and more rewarding!" Fortunately I still had sufficient wits about me to refrain from telling Mary that, for me, it was the male member that was the more entertaining! Once we had showered and dressed, Mary and I rejoined the boys in the garden. They were now fully clothed and, although I missed the sight of their lovely cocks swinging free; I had to admit that both were extremely handsome in their slacks and open-necked shirts. By now it was early evening, so we all helped clear up before Simon drove us back into town. To be honest he probably should not have driven given the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but all went well and he deposited Mary and me outside our house without mishap. The boys made it clear that they would like to see us again and Mary and I, having exchanged glances, agreed that we would be happy to get together some time in the future, without entering into any specific commitment. I could see that this casual arrangement was to the boy's taste as well, so, after another bout of kissing, we all parted friends. Once safely inside our house, Mary and I collapsed on a pair of sofas. I don't know about Mary, but my vagina was positively sore from all the attention it had received. I would be glad to fall into bed; which is what we did! As we cuddled down, Mary kissed me and said; "I am so glad that your experience of become a full woman was such a positive one. Now you know how good it is to be fucked by, and with, a well endowed man. I am certain that we will both be 'out on the prowl' together in the near future. The great thing is that this doesn't affect the love we have for each other." We kissed and Mary rolled over so that I could spoon around her. As I fell asleep, I reflected; I hadn't planned this journey into womanhood, it had been forced upon me. But having taken the irrevocable step of SRS, I didn't have any regrets; only an excitement about the new opportunities that this change opened to me. It is a strange old world and if we knew everything that lay before as we start down the path of life, would we proceed? Would we try to change our destiny? I don't know; I only know that my particular 'life path' has proved to be particularly rewarding, and I wouldn't change a thing!