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Donna and Dave - Their Lives
I am writing this in response to the reviews I have received, when we left
Donna and Dave they had assumed each others lives and were living happily
as a couple, a lot of people wanted them to undergo SRS but bare in mind
these are not a rich couple so paying for this surgery is beyond their
means. However as is usual in my writing I'll see how the story develops
and respond to any reviews I get.
Hi, it's Donna again, Dave and myself are really happy now over a year
since we both started taking the hormones, we are going on holiday later
this year to Benidorm, so both Dave and I are on a diet, Dave is finding
it harder than I am, because I have my thoughts on all the beautiful
clothes I can buy when I get down to a 16 dress size. My main concern is
my boobs, my lovely creamy sensitive 42DD boobs that my Dave loves I don't
really want to loose a lot off them, a cup size yes and firming up.
My inspiration for my dieting is a TV chef called Nigella Lawson; she is a
beautiful big breasted woman size 16 with glorious 38E breasts, like me
she is prone to putting weight on but manages to keep her size in check.
The only thing we have in common is our thick dark hair, I have mine cut
in exactly the same style as she, and one day I am going to be a size 16.
Still now I am still a size 24, close to a 22, though I have lost 8 lbs,
Dave has lost 10 lbs, but still has his man boobs, no amount of gym work
will get rid of them, I think he is getting depressed but I keep telling
him how much I love him, and make myself as pretty as I can for him, he is
my life, completely a bloke now, but sensitive to a girls needs and
desires,
Our love life is awesome, he cannot get enough of me; shagging me using by
boy pussy, but deep inside I long to have a vagina that he can really make
love to me as a complete woman!
It was one night after a really intense love making session, that I was
laid contentedly in his arms, he was stroking me and kissing the top of my
head, out of the blue he said, "I wish that I had a proper dick, not a
double headed dildo, you know Donna I would love to feel you with my own
dick." I sighed and told him my dreams of having my own pussy and being
made love to by my Dave, though I really enjoyed being fucked using my boy
pussy.
We laid in quiet contemplation, Dave said, "You know Babe we could never
afford it; I reckon it would cost a fortune."
I stirred and said to him, "Why not go and look on the internet?"
"What now?" he asked.
"Why not?" I answered, "we can see what's available."
He kissed me deeply and we got out of bed, while he went to open up the
computer I went and cleaned myself up, slipped into a crimson satin night
dress with spaghetti straps then slipped into my satin kimono dressing
gown, I joined him at the table and we did a search.
What we found depressed us even more; for female to male the surgery in
Thailand, including flights and hospital came to over ?20,000 and took
about a year.
My surgery to a complete woman was less about ?10,000 and took less time,
we needed a certificate from a psychiatrist in the UK and one in Thailand,
been on hormones for a year and be fit, well two out of three isn't too
bad. We went back to bed to discuss this, if we totalled it al up plus a
bit for emergencies we would need ?40,000 to change the two of us, I
suggested to Dave that as his is the more complicated we do his first in
small bits AND that we start serious saving in a special account I called
the 'Happiness Account', he agreed with me and we agreed that every extra
penny we had left over or won (at bingo or lottery) would go into this
account, we had paid for the holiday and were going with two couples we
both knew, we decided to have the holiday. Now we had decided what we were
doing we went to bed and made very tender love.
The next day we got ready for work as I was putting my make up on I told
Dave I would open the happiness account on my dinner break, then I asked
him if he was certain, the answer I got was so vehemently positive it
shook me, he never wanted to be female again.
I don't know why I was surprised; because I felt exactly the same, never,
never was I going to be a man again!
I finished getting dressed, gone were the baggy clothes, I wore feminine
trousers and tight tops under my work overalls. Dave looked like a typical
guy going to work, as he kissed me goodbye he looked deep into my eye's
and said, "I love you so much Donna" I kissed him back crushing him to my
breasts "I love you Dave, more than life" he stroked my face and said,
"you have turned into a really pretty girl" then he went off to work
making me feel all soft and fuzzy.
I opened the new account with ?50 I had won at bingo, the girls and I
always seem to win something, small amounts we have agreed that the person
who wins it keeps it. BUT there are big games which you can win a lot of
money if one of us wins this we share.
As usual I got home first and started dinner, got some washing in the
machine, showered and changed into a skirt and tight top, with the two of
us being on Weight Watchers diets we ate carefully, I went to a weekly
meeting and there were a lot of other girls like me trying to loose
weight.
Dave came in just before dinner was ready, I told him he stank and chased
him of to get a shower, he came back clean and sweet smelling so I allowed
him to kiss me, as it was Tuesday, he was going to football training and I
was going to bingo with the girls. Before we went out we did some more
research and Dave could have his procedures in stages, first the
mastectomy and removal of all his unwanted girl plumbing, I asked him
again if he was certain as once these operations were done there was no
changing back, these procedures cost about ?6000 including flights and a
stay in hospital - I told him that we only had ?5950 to go!
We found an organisation that helps transsexuals like us, so I promised I
would phone them to arrange to see them, we were a bit wary about this
because swapping birth certificates like we had done and living our new
lives was in all probability highly illegal!
But it we wanted to go the whole way in our new lives we had to confront
this, after all I was 19 and Dave was 18, (well actually it was the other
way around but when we swapped birth certificates I gained a year and he
lost one) we had a long time ahead of us. Before he left for training he
got down on one knee and said to me "after we are changed, would you marry
me?" I was absolutely gob smacked, I flung my arms around his and cried
"Yes, oh yes" kissing him all over his face leaving a lip stick trail on
his face, mind you I was very aware that the length of time it would take
to make us both the sex we wanted to be would be measured in years, not
months. But I would have plenty of time to both loose weight and decide on
my wedding dress!
After Dave left I finished getting ready and went out to meet the girls at
the bingo hall, we had a good night with Sue winning ?100 and Joan ?45, on
the way home we called in at a pub to have a really good chat, those of us
on diets were on diet coke, the rest on halves of lager. I found out tat
the local council in an attempt to get people to loose weight are starting
a one night a week women only gym session, and it's free which is a bonus,
so Elaine, Jenny and I decided we would go along as we were all big girls
and dieting, we arranged to meet up on Thursday night.
I got home the same time as my Dave and as I slipped the key in the door
he slipped his arm around my waist, nuzzling my neck he whispered, "I love
you babe," enjoying the attention I giggled and told him "I'll give you
three weeks to stop doing that - and I love you too."
We ended up kissing on the door step, I loved the feeling of is hands
roaming across my womanly curves, across my wide female bottom, along my
child bearing hips (even though I couldn't bear children I still had the
hips), the feeling of his hands caressing the satin of my dress was
exciting and got me feeling sexy and wanted.
When we got in I got Dave a lager and myself a diet coke and we discussed
what we were going to tell the society that I was going to phone to ask
for help, we decided to be as honest as we could, tell them we have been
on hormones for over a year, and living as the opposite sex for nearly 18
months, tell then we had changed our names by deed poll and are living as
a couple working under our new names but using the others national
insurance numbers and tax codes (we could plead ignorance on that).
However rightly or wrongly we would not tell them about the official
identification documents we had, passport, driving licence, or that we use
each others birth certificates, also we would show them the hormones we
were taking but tell them we bought them off the internet, other than that
we would be totally honest with them about our lives and why we knew we
were in the wrong bodies, born the wrong sex.
The we went to bed, no sex, just holding onto each other like any couple
does; just before he went to sleep Dave confided that he wished he could
piss standing up like the rest of the guys. I cried myself to sleep for
him, as I could only pee sitting down like a girl, as I thought of that
simple wish my heart went out to him, this made me more determined not to
have anything done to myself before my Dave could pee standing up.
As usual the next morning I was up first, showered, loving the feeling of
soaping my soft womanly body, especially my breasts, I dried off and
powdered myself, checking for hair growth on my creamy soft skin, slipped
on my thong and bra and my satin wrap I passed Dave in the doorway, once
in the bedroom put on my stretch jeans, knee high stockings and a silky
floral pattern gypsy top, a touch of lipstick and eye liner, mascara and
eye shadow a spray of everyday perfume and I was ready. I went and got
breakfast ready and prepared Dave's pack up and flasks for him, by the
time he was ready for work I was eating my bowl of low calorie cereal
putting low calorie spread on my toast. As he passed he kissed the top of
my head saying "you know sweetheart I could do my pack up and flasks no
problem" I looked at him telling him David Johnson, when I changed into
Donna I swore to myself that I would look after my man, right! I'm not one
of these new age women, I am a woman who loves her role in life and I just
wish I cold have your babies."
For some reason then I started crying, he came and put his arms around me
comforting me saying "what a mixed up couple we are, we're going to have
to get ourselves sorted out babe", snuffling and dabbing my eyes I had to
agree with him, when we started on this path things looked so simple, so I
promised to talk to the society today to arrange to see them. Touching up
my make up I slipped on my pink coat and was ready to go, Dave took me in
his arms and kissed me deeply, see you tonight sweetheart h whispered, I
kissed him back my heart bursting with love.
Work was, how can I say it, well was work, plain and simple, during my
dinner break I phoned the number on the agency that helps transgendered
people like us and spoke to a really friendly and helpful lady, who
listened to my story then made an appointment for the two of us, next week
at their offices in London, I phoned Dave to tell him and to make sure he
could get the whole day off, when I went back to work I also booked the
day off, back home I went on the computer and booked cheap train tickets
for the two of us to get us to London.
So by the time he came home everything was arranged and dinner was cooking
I was getting quite a good cook especially with these low calorie meals we
were eating. I told him everything that the lady had told me and told him
that we would be at their offices for about 6 hours as they have all the
resources in one place as they understand the feeling we were going
through, she also told me that by the end of the day they could give us a
'road map' for our future. I think Dave was as excited as I was, was there
light at the end of the tunnel for us?
The week passed slowly, on Thursday I went to the all girls gym session I
was a bit apprehensive but I needn't to have worried there were girls
there bigger than me, it was strange what I worried about, I had the
mindset of a girl, even though I still had the plumbing of a boy albeit it
was small plumbing, my main worry was being the biggest girl there, not
about being read! The session lasted for about 2 hours and was a mix of
cardio-vascular and gentle fat reducing exercises on those places we women
want to loose the bingo wings under the arms, love handles around the
waist and those thunder thighs which luckily I didn't really have, but I
could do to loose some around my bum and hips, all the places I had wanted
to put on weight to get the female shape - strange how things change, the
one place I didn't want to loose a lot of weight was my breasts, I was
prepared to go down a size from my 42DD to a D cup, but not a lot more, so
the exercises the instructor gave me was to strengthen the muscles, making
my boobs firmer (hopefully) I really enjoyed the gym and immediately
signed up for the whole course of sessions along with Elaine and Jenny.
When I got home I couldn't shut up about how much I had enjoyed myself,
Dave smiled at me saying that he was surprised how much he enjoyed his
football training and was glad I enjoyed the exercising, I had exercises
to do at home especially designed for a woman to do while she is doing her
normal house work, these were targeted at the bingo wings, love handles
and my breast muscles.
Friday I went out with Dave and Saturday we went into town with two
couples we knew, who we were going on holiday with, I loved getting ready
to go out, deciding what to wear, how to do my make up and make the best
of myself, please don't get me wrong, while I wanted to loose weight I
loved my body, and my female curves, I would never be one of those women
that hate their body.
The weekend soon passed and it was Monday morning, the start of the
working week, except that on Wednesday we were catching the nine ten train
to London and our appointment with destiny (or is that too melodramatic?)
On Wednesday morning we got up at the normal time and got ready, it took
me an hour to decide what to wear, I finally decided on a black knee
length pencil skirt, a dusky pink satin blouse with short sleeves, black
3" court shoes, nude tights, underneath I had a black bustier which held
me in and showed my breasts to the best advantage, and a black thong. My
coat was a knee length cream wool wrap around style with raglan sleeves.
Dave looked very smart in brown trousers, cream shirt, a multi coloured
tie, and brown shoes on his size nine feet (these had grown 2 sizes since
he started on the hormones), he wore a dark brown leather zipped jacket,
when I saw him my heart melted he looked so hunky.
He put the tickets in his pocket, I put the other stuff we wanted into my
handbag and then we caught the bus to the station and train to London.
Once we were in London we had directions how to get to the offices, what
tube train to catch, so we were there a good half an hour before our
appointment, we decided to go in early as we were both apprehensive and
nervous.
We entered the waiting room and there were 2 people in already, we gave
our name to the receptionist and sat down to wait, after about 20 minutes
our names were called and we were taken into an office, the first person
we spoke to was the same woman I had spoken to on the phone, her name was
Gillian she listened to our story, occasionally asked questions, asked to
see out certificates of change of name to verify we had been living in our
new sex for eighteen months, when she learned that we had been using each
others names, tax codes and national insurance numbers she smiled and told
us we were not the first and really as we were paying the government what
they were due, this could be easily sorted out.
Next she told us how the day was going to progress; we would be seeing
psychiatrists singly at first then together, we also would be seeing
doctors who specialise in gender issues, somewhat embarrassed we explained
that we did not have money at this time to pay for much, she smiled and
told us not to worry as the society is funded in part by the government
and in part by private donations, she also told us that in certain cases
the cost of the realignment could be paid for by the health service, also
working with the society finance could be arranged and for people with not
much money a grant could be given for the treatment, all of this really
cheered me up and for the first time in ages things were looking brighter.
She then asked us who wanted to see the doctor first while the other would
see the psychiatrist, Dave let me decide and I went for the psychiatrist
first, a Doctor Mackintosh, we parted and I was shown to another room,
comfortably furnished and very welcoming, the doctor was a middle aged man
with a soft voice and I thought gentle eyes, once I sat down he asked me
to tell him the story of my life in my own time and at my own pace. I told
him about my life in care, moving from home to home, feeling out of place,
always playing with the girls, envying them their dresses and toys, I had
been bullied, but as I seldom retaliated eventually I was left alone, t
told him about when I had met Donna, just before we were released into the
world to make our own was, he commented about my use of 'released' so I
explained that that is how I think of it, finally I could begin to live my
own life, Donna got a job in the factory, even though she had good GCSE's
I was looking for an apprenticeship, like Donna I also had good GCSE
grades, I told him how we both found out that we were kindred spirits
trapped in the wrong body and how after much talking through we went onto
the internet and found the hormones we needed to change us.
He questioned me very closely about how I felt now living and working as a
girl, I just couldn't hold back my enthusiasm for my new life, telling him
every minute detail of my life, work, friends, slimming club and newly
started gym sessions, he probed deeply into my inner psyche, probing my
sexuality and my relationship with Dave and how I feel about not being a
complete woman.
It was hard but I told him exactly how I felt, about our happiness fund,
and how I had decided not to have anything done to me until Dave could
stand up to pee, I felt a bit silly telling him this, but he just smiled
and thanked me for being so honest and candid with him, he directed me to
the waiting room where Dave was sitting and asked Dave to go into his
office, soon I was with the medical doctor, who was a Doctor James.
This was another soul bearing session, I showed him the hormones I was on
he shook his head and told me that the pills I was taking to suppress my
male hormones had probably chemically castrated me! I was weighed and
measured, tests were done blood taken, and I was examined intently around
my groin, after an hour I was shown to the waiting room.
I was sat there scanning Cosmopolitan magazine when Dr Mackintosh's door
opened and he asked me into the office with Dave, I sat down and Dave took
my hand and we answered questions together, Dave taking the lead me
verifying finally after a total of four hours we were directed to the
waiting room, and told to go and get some lunch, the receptionist told us
of a decent place which was not too expensive and to return at four
o'clock. We had about an hour and a half to while away.
We found the caf?, it looked nice and clean and as the receptionist said
the meals were very reasonable, I had a chicken salad with diet coke
(though I could have done with a wine) Dave had steak and chips with all
the trimmings and a glass of coke. The food was delicious after the day we
had just experienced we needed food, we discussed how we thought things
had gone and really we could not tell as we didn't know what they wanted,
when I told Dave about the pills I had taken had probably chemically
castrated me he was devastated. "I never realised that they did this
babe," he said sadly, on the other hand I was more upbeat. "Well love, I
never intend being a man again so I don't really care, as long as it
doesn't stop me becoming a woman, that now is the main thing."
After our meal we still had half an hour to kill so I did some window
shopping, naturally I bought a dark green satin blouse that was a really
good bargain, and I couldn't resist it, while I was in the shop I also
bought a jersey tunic top in purple. I also bought Dave a pack of
underpants as they were a good price.
We got back to the society with about 5 minutes to spare, of course Dave
was grumbling about the time I took shopping, we had barely sat down when
we were called through, both of the doctors were there along with the
woman who we first met (Gillian) who was the director, we sat down and Dr
Mackintosh started by telling us that from his interviews we were ideal
candidates for full SRS, especially as our determination to live our lives
as we knew we wanted to had displayed, also the way we had adapted to our
new gender's he said that we would have to receive some limited
counselling and he would refer us to a councillor in Leeds. Doctor James
was next, starting with Dave, there was no doubt he was ready for a
mastectomy to remove what was left of his breast tissue and at the same
time he would undergo a hysterectomy which would aid in his transition.
(As I listened to this I was worried about how long this would take as we
had little money.) Dave's next stage would be about 4 months after the
first operation where he would get (I didn't understand the words he used)
but he would get his clitoris somehow extended to allow him to function as
a man, (pee standing up) then if he wanted to there was the final part of
his SRS when he could get a penile extension. I was about to ask about
money but Gillian stopped me saying, if it's ok by you Donna we'll answer
all your questions at the end - that shut me up.
Now for Donna, the doctor continued, young lady, it is essential that you
undergo full sexual reassignment surgery as soon as possible while I still
have enough tissue left to give you a functioning vagina, the anti
androgen medication you took has already chemically castrated you and a
lot of the useful tissue has atrophied, at this time we can give you a
fully functioning female vagina, but it must be done now, I cannot stress
how important this is.
I looked in amazement from one to the other then I burst into tears, Dave
took me in his arms stroked my hair, calming me down, still sobbing I
looked at the three of them and sobbed "b, b, but I want Dave to be sorted
before me" they looked at me and Gillian said, "I'm sorry Donna, I am well
aware of what you desire and it's very laudable, but, and this is
important if this is not done now, it will be unlikely that you ever, I
will repeat ever have a fully functional vagina." I was stunned and
started to argue, but Dave took control and told me that there was no
argument, my health is the most important thing right now, he carried on
asking how much will it cost and when can it be done.
The three of them looked at each other and Dr James spoke, I would advise
it to be done immediately, I looked in horror "what today" I stammered for
the first time he smiled at me, no not today but I would advise Monday, I
can operate on you Monday, here in London, and as for cost as you are
technically an emergency it can be done on the health service.
Before I could speak Dave butted in. "Right she'll be here on Sunday
night, tell us where and when you want her and I'll make sure she is
there!" I was amazed and about to argue when he continued "there is NO
argument Donna, you are the most important person in the world to me,
you're the only person who's ever loved me and I won't let you loose your
dream", I looked at him and simply said, "Ok Dave whatever you think is
best."
We went on to discuss how long I would be in hospital, and how long would
I be off work, all this so I could tell them at work how long I would be
off work (the answer to this was at least 2 months this short time was
mainly because my work was not strenuous.
For Dave part of his treatment (the mastectomy and hysterectomy) could be
done on the health service. The second part would cost about ?5000 and be
carried out in the UK, the third part the extension of the clitoris would
need to be discussed at that time, Gillian told us that they could arrange
finance for half the amount and possibly the other half could be paid for
by the society, but Dave insisted that no work would be done on him until
I was 100% fit; I was about to argue again when he said rather sharply
"Donna will you stop arguing, one of us has to work while the other is in
hospital, we've got to live and pay the bills" I thought about this, he
was right so I meekly replied" "If you say so Dave."
We thanked everyone for their help and advice, I knew I would see the
doctor again on Monday, we headed to the station for our train; the
journey home was a mixture of Dave being elated for me and me being
subdued because my Dave could not get his treatment for at least 3 or 4
months.
When we got home I dissolved into tears, why I don't know as I was getting
what I have always wished for a vagina, it's that everything was happening
too fast. Dave soothed me and calmed me down so finally we went to bed.
The next day I was up as usual, I had to tell work that I was going into
hospital and would be off work for at least 2 months, possibly 3. As usual
I made Dave's breakfast and pack up and was eating my usual breakfast of
low calorie cereal and toast, as usual I was dressed casually but in a
feminine way, I kissed Dave as he left then tidied up and went to work, I
was very relieved that the managers took my bad news well, (Of course I
did not tell them why I was going into hospital, I just said that there
were problems 'down there') they were very sympathetic and understanding,
and as long as I sent them a 'sick note' weekly they would give me sick
pay, as I was paid into my bank that meant that some money would be going
in regularly.
Dave had booked us in at a Travel Lodge close to the hospital and had
managed to get time off work to be with me for a few days. On the Saturday
night I begged him to make love to me as I needed him very gently he
caressed my bounteous breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples making me moan
in pleasure, I kissed him and smelt his man scent, he brought me to the
edge of pleasure then entered my boy pussy, as he eased his way into me it
was heaven, he made me scream in pleasure crying out how much I loved him
and needed him, finally we had tired ourselves out and I happily fell
asleep in his arms.
The next day I packed for a stay in hospital, it would be at east 2 weeks
possibly 3 depending on how I healed after the operation, I must say I was
very worried travelling down that afternoon, but Dave tried to keep me
cheerful, as I could eat after 6 pm, I had a light meal after checking
into the hotel.
I didn't sleep much that night worrying about tomorrow, imagining
everything that could go wrong.
The next morning I was shattered, and I could not have anything to drink
apart from sips of water, Dave got me to the hospital for nine and I was
allocated a bed on the surgical ward, I was telling Dave to remember this
and that at home, not to forget to do things, I must have repeated myself
a dozen times I was that nervous but he managed not to tell me to shut up,
Dr James came checked me over and I signed the forms, Dave was with me
when I got my pre-med and promised to be there when I woke up, with that
they wheeled me away to make my dream come true.
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