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Robert's Metamorphosis (Chapter 2) By Vivian Bird Please read the first chapter of "Robert's Metamorphosis" before you read this second chapter. The events of Chapter One are reviewed somewhat, in Chapter Two, but not nearly all of them. Chapter 2 Roberta carefully dressed for work the next morning, knowing that it would be a huge day for her. Although she had been wearing lingerie hidden under her male suits for a couple of weeks, her outfit today would be a huge surprise to all the people at work, with the exception of her secretary, Michelle. Michelle had not only seen Roberta fully dressed at a restaurant, but had also talked to Roberta's wife, Andrea and knew that Roberta was "coming out of the closet" at work this morning. Roberta dressed modestly in a slim, gray skirt and fashionable white blouse. She had first thought of wearing her stilettos, but since she would be on her feet much of the day, she wound up with the two inch sandals she had been wearing comfortably around the house. She also wore a brown wig, some makeup and a few pieces of jewelry. A couple of squirts of Channel Number Five, completed her outfit. After work, she and Andrea were going on a shopping spree, to get Roberta a new wardrobe, including a couple of wigs that would be needed until her hair grew long enough to style. With her heels clicking on the pavement and her breast forms bouncing in her bra, Roberta crossed the parking lot into the office building and rode up to the third floor. She was a few minutes later than usual, since she had to get Andrea to help with her makeup, especially tweezing her eyebrows into a feminine arch. Needless to say, she was extremely nervous about how everyone would react to her. As she opened the door, she was totally shocked to see all of the other people in her office, including her boss, Tom Blankenship, standing there with balloons, signs and banners. They all yelled "surprise," then descended upon her with hugs, good wishes and encouragement for the path she was now on. They let her know that they all supported her and wanted her to feel comfortable, in her new role in life. The surprise and happiness caused Roberta to start crying. She tried to say "Thank you everyone," but it came out totally unintelligible. Michelle hugged her and took her over to one of the desks where a cake was waiting to be cut. The cake was chocolate and had the words "We love you Roberta" written on it. Roberta started cutting the cake until Michelle told her that her mascara had need of repairs. "By the way, Roberta," said Michelle, "it is alright for you to use the women's restroom. We actually voted on it and did not get any negative votes." The rest of the workday was a blur to Roberta. She attended meetings, but added little to the discussion. She tried to write a letter to a client, but didn't finish it because she just couldn't concentrate on the subject. Roberta's boss, Tom Blankenship asked her to go out to lunch with him so they could discuss anything that would help her acclimate herself. When they got to the restaurant, Roberta told Tom that everyone had been so supportive that she couldn't imagine needing anything else. "I just require acceptance for who I really am and I certainly received plenty of that this morning," said Roberta, starting to tear up again. I'm sorry for all of this crying, Mr. Blankenship. I think that the female hormones I am taking are making me quite emotional." "Just be yourself, Roberta," said Tom. "We all know that it will take awhile before you can really get back to work full time. In the meantime, take your time and get adjusted to having people staring at you, for one thing. Remember, it is a major adjustment for the rest of us as well." Roberta was painfully aware of all the small things. The way she left lipstick smears on the water glass. The attention she had to pay to her skirt to prevent it from riding up on her legs. Not leaning forward and allowing her blouse to gape and expose part of her bra. Yes, she had a lot to learn, just like Dr. Morrison had told her. The afternoon went swiftly and Roberta drove home with a smile on her face. "Well, that didn't go too badly at all," she thought to herself." "In fact, I don't think I could have expected anything more. Now I can wear women's clothes every day and be accepted." When she got home, Andrea was waiting for her. The two hugged each other and Andrea asked her how things had gone. "Wonderfully," said Roberta. "Everyone was so accepting. They greeted me with balloons, signs, even a cake. And it is OK for me to go into the ladies room. That meant a lot to me." "I don't think that you could have expected anything more," said Andrea. Did you feel comfortable in your outfit?" "Very much so," answered Roberta. "Of course I had to watch how I sat down and got up. I had to repair my makeup when I got back from lunch. By the way, Tom Blankenship, my boss, took me out for lunch." "He didn't put any moves on you, did he?" "No, not at all. He was the perfect gentleman. He wanted me to know that he understood it would take awhile for me to get back in the swing of things. He told me to just take my time and let him, or someone else know if they could be of assistance. Of course, he spent a good bit of time staring at my chest." "You better get used to that, Roberta. Your breast forms make you bigger in that area than a lot of generic women. If you get implants that are the same size as what you have now, that will almost insure that men will be staring at them on a daily basis. There is nothing like a big set of knockers to get men's attention." "So I am learning," laughed Roberta. "At any rate, the day was a success. "Could we go shopping after dinner? I need a couple of more outfits for work and I'd like to get some press on nails and polish. I guess that I will have to spend some time in the beauty parlor for manicures, pedicures and figuring out hair styles once my hair grows out a bit. There is just so much I have to do and learn. I have to lose weight, eliminate typical male gestures, learn the proper way to cross my legs, makeup techniques, using a purse instead of pockets, how to entice, or not entice men. The list is endless." "It will all take time, sweetie, but you'll get there fairly quickly. I promise to help you whenever I can. I already made an appointment for you to start electrolysis next week so you can permanently get rid of facial hair. And I called Madeline and she gave me the name of a psychologist that you can see when you are ready." "Great. I'll make an appointment as soon as possible. I really want to start the clock on when I can get my SRS. Once I get a vagina, do you think that I will be able to attract straight guys?" "You can probably do that right now, honey. Be careful though. They might become upset when they find out that you have a cock just like them.and a bra filled with silicone." "I was also thinking about inviting Alex to spend the weekend with us. Do you think that would be too much of a good thing? I know that he is bi-sexual, but I really want to play with his gorgeous cock some more and feel him in my ass again." "I wouldn't mind having Alex to play with this weekend either. Why don't you give him a call?" * * * * Life became a blur for Roberta for the next couple of months. Work, electrolysis appointments, gathering information on all things feminine, occasional sexual encounters with Alex and just the never ending process of learning how to be a woman. Roberta also began seeing the psychologist, Dr. Jonathan Marcum. He was an older man, in his sixties, who explained that he had to be convinced that Roberta really wanted to spend the rest of her life as a woman, before he would give her permission to get SRS. "I know all about the one year rule," he said, "but some people have to be in therapy for several years before I am convinced that they are truly ready." Roberta met with Dr. Marcum on a weekly basis. They explored her early life and her marriage to Andrea. "Did you live with your parents during your whole childhood?" he asked at one session. "Not really," answered Roberta. "My father died when I was about five. From then on, it was just my mother and me. No siblings." At another session, Dr. Marcum asked "What attracted you to Andrea?" "I thought that she was beautiful and really smart," said Roberta. "By any chance, did she look like someone you knew? "Come to think of it, she really looked a lot like my mother." * * * * * After another month, Dr. Marchum asked "Roberta, you always arrive at my office wearing a dress, or skirt. Do you ever wear things like women's slacks?" "Absolutely not. I love the feel of dresses and skirts. I love the swish of my nylons and the air moving underneath. Why would I ever want to wear slacks again?" "Is the ability to wear women's clothes and lingerie the major reason you want to become a woman?" "Doctor Marcum, I won't lie to you. My entire world seemed to change when Andrea suggested I wear a pair of panties and then other things. As I added bras, nylons, heels, dresses, skirts, blouses and even makeup and perfume, I felt more and more comfortable. At first, I could only wear lingerie under my male clothes at work, but it thrilled me to wear those items. Eventually, I was only wearing women's clothes when I wasn't at work. Now, I wear women's clothes 24/7, at work, at home, and even when I go out. I feel like a different person wearing these clothes. But it isn't only the clothes that changed my persona, it was the realization that underneath my male outer image, there was a woman waiting underneath, just waiting to get out. So, in answer to your question, women's clothes have been extremely important, but not as a be all and end all. They became the trigger to free my true inner person. My femininity. My complete acceptance of who I really am for the first time in my life - a woman. That is why I want to complete whatever physical transformations I can to become as much of a woman as possible. I know that I can't bear children, or have menstrual periods, but I can have realistic breasts, a vagina, and facial changes via surgery. I can even get additional secondary female characteristics from hormones. I realize that I need your permission to get the final surgery and that I have to be in therapy for at least a year and be living as a woman full time for that year before you can grant your permission. What I would like from you today, is permission to get breast implants as soon as possible. Yes, I can continue to wear these breast forms and appear to have womanly breasts to everyone, but I'll know that I don't have real breasts as will any possible sexual partners. To put it succinctly, women all have breasts. I feel like I am already a woman. Therefore, I desperately want to have what all women have. "Roberta," said Dr. Marcum, "you don't need my permission to get implants. You only need my permission to get SRS. Dr. Morrison told me that your nipples were a little puffier, a bit more extended and seemed to be somewhat darker in color from your hormones already. But if you don't want to wait for their natural growth, or if you want the bust size your breast forms are now giving you, then implants will be your best bet. I suggest you discuss the matter with Dr. Morrison and if she feels that you are ready for implants, I certainly have no objections. You mentioned sex partners in connection with the implants. Do you now prefer men partners to women?" "Before this all started, I thought that I was attracted only to women. I was and still am very attracted to Andrea. However, once I started taking female hormones wearing female clothes, I became quite attracted to men as well. In fact, now I fantasize about sex with men more than with women. I think that my attraction to females is mostly confined to girl on girl thoughts." * * * * * Two weeks later, Roberta was discharged from the hospital with a 36C bustline. The implants sat a little too high on her chest, but the surgeon assured her that they would fall a bit in the near future. It was perfectly normal for the implants to ride high when first placed. Since the implants were the same size as her breast forms, it was easy for Roberta to get used to the size. However, the sensations she got from them were another matter. At first, she had to wear a heavy support bra. However, after her post visit to the surgeon, he told her that she could wear her regular bras and that it was okay to touch and feel her new breasts as long as she was very gentle. He told her that they would be very sensitive to the touch. Naturally, as soon as she got home, Roberta started touching her breasts and rubbing her nipples. The feeling was immense. Waves of pleasure rippled down from her chest to her groin area. She released her penis from the gaff she was wearing and continued stroking her new breasts. Her cock stiffened quickly and then released a stream of hot liquid all over her skirt. When Andrea got home, Roberta was still playing with her new breasts. "Please suck my new breasts, Andrea," pleaded Roberta. I already came twice from just touching them. They are everything I thought they would be." "They are so beautiful," said Andrea, taking them into her hands. "I would be honored to be the first person to suck them." With that, she leaned forward and gently suckled on first one nipple and then the other. Roberta could not stop herself from moaning. "That feels so good, Andrea. I am going to have to get some low cut blouses and dresses to wear when we go out. I want to show the world my new breasts. I want to see guys reactions when they see my cleavage." "I can tell you from past experience, Roberta, their tongues will be hanging out and their cocks will be hard. I know just the shop to get the clothes that will show you off to best advantage. In fact, I'll get myself some stuff their as well. Then we can go out together and see the reactions we get." When Roberta returned to work after her surgery, people, both men and women' started looking at her differently. Michelle eventually remarked how sexy Roberta was looking at work these days. "Your male clients and even some female ones, are clamoring for appointments with you. I can't believe how much you've changed in just a few months time. From a nice, somewhat boring male to a sexually charged female with a body to die for." "You know, Michelle, the only change I have made recently is to get implants instead of the glued on falsies I was wearing. My breasts are exactly the same size as they were before the surgery. I think that it is the way I am now carrying myself. The way I walk, the way I talk. I think that the implants have given me the confidence to truly show the world that I am a woman, not a male in drag." Roberta worked for an insurance company as one of the lead agents. Michelle was not only her secretary, but also followed up on all policy sales and billing matters. They had been together for several years and were a good team. When she was still Robert, Roberta was one of the best agents in the firm. As Roberta, she was even more successful. It was not unusual to have clients waiting an hour or more to see her. Although Roberta wore clothes that were quite modest to work, her bustline, long legs, skirts and high heels, all enhanced her femininity. She found that she could occasionally close an insurance deal simply by leaning a bit forward in her chair and showing the male client a modest view of her cleavage. Many of her male clients asked her to go out with them. However, Roberta always refused, thanking them, but making it clear that she never mixed business with pleasure. * * * * * Six months had passed since Roberta had first seen Dr. Marcum. Her electrolysis sessions were complete and her continued use of hormones had broadened her hips a bit and also added fat deposits to her derriere. Her waist was smaller and her nipples had darkened considerably and were more extended when she was sexually excited. She was not unhappy about these things. In fact, her skirts and dresses were now fitting her more provocatively. Her relationship with Andrea continued to be one of mutual trust and support. Her client list was filled to overflowing. So, it was no surprise when her boss, Tom Blankenship, asked her to attend the fall insurance conference in New York, to find out information about policy changes. "You are our leading agent, Roberta. I feel that you and the firm would profit by your attending this conference. Our firm is expanding and as we bring in new agents, I would like for you to take more of a teaching and supervisory role, in addition to continuing with your clients. Does that sound alright to you?" "It certainly does, Mr. Blankenship. I'd be happy to go, but depending on when it is, I'll have to make sure I don't miss any appointment with Dr. Marcum. Tom Blankenship was 40 years old, 6 feet 1 inch in height and weighed a lean 175 pounds. He could not be described as handsome, although he did catch the eye of most of the female employees. He had been in charge of the office for the past three years. He had never married, but dated frequently, although never anyone from the office. As Roberta had discovered on her previous lunch meeting with him, Blankenship had been a perfect gentleman, more interested in making sure that Roberta was comfortable in her new role, than in anything else. He had continued his support of her since she had come to work dressed as a woman. Therefore, Roberta felt that the business trip that Blankenship had suggested was exactly as he described it - information gathering that could profit the firm. In a way, Roberta was a bit sad that he was not more flirtacious with her as she found him quite attractive and very kind. The flight to New York went smoothly. When Roberta had addressed her boss as "Mr. Blankenship" he suggested that since she was now in a higher position, it would be fine to address him as "Tom," both on the trip and back at the office. They shared a taxi from JFK to their hotel and checked in. Tom asked Roberta if she would like to join him for dinner in an hour. Roberta agreed to meet him in the lobby. Roberta took a hot shower, then slipped into a white, ruffled, silk blouse and slim fitting gray skirt. Underneath she wore her gaff, a lacy, black bra, a matching black garter belt and sheer nylons. She examined her red nails and decided they were still OK.. Her hair had grown out enough by this time so that she didn't have to wear a wig anymore. A recent trip to the beauty parlor had not only added extensions that cascaded down to her shoulders, but also added blond highlights to her brown locks. She slipped into her three inch black high heeled pumps, put long, silvery earrings in her earlobes, and put on makeup that was a bit more striking than the makeup she had worn for the flight. She was especially aware of her lipstick. Not only could she taste it on her lips, but she was very aware of the lip prints she left on cups, glasses and on body parts. A few squirts of Channel Number Five completed her preparations. She looked into the mirror and saw a beautiful, sexy woman. Her breasts pushed provocatively against her blouse, which she had tucked snugly into the waistband of her skirt. Her waist, which had decreased in size by several inches, thanks to diet, exercise and hormones, served to emphasize her bustline even more. Her hips and derriere had also filled out a bit, providing even more curves. She turned and looked at the effect in the back. She was pleased to see that the dress was tight enough to accentuate her rear end considerably. She went down and found Tom waiting for her in the lobby. He looked her up and down and said "Roberta, you look fabulous." She answered, "thank you kind sir. You look very nice as well." And he did, wearing a long sleeved purple shirt, black pants and black loafers. Tom held out his arm for Roberta, who took it and the two strolled into the hotel's restaurant. They were seated at a corner table and were given dinner menus by their waiter. They both ordered cocktails to begin with. Their conversation through the cocktails and most of the dinner, was business related. However, Roberta noticed that Tom's eyes only left her when he had to look at what he was eating. She obviously had his undivided attention. It made her feel that everything she had done to get herself to this point was all worth it. Tom kept his conversation to business, but his eyes were talking very loudly as well. After they finished dinner, they went to the hotel bar where they ordered nightcaps. They took their drinks to a couple of armchairs and sat down. Tom said "Roberta, I'm sure that you have noticed me staring at you, but it is hard for me not to." It is very difficult to believe that a few short months ago, you were wearing suits and ties. Now, you are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and the most desirable. Everything about you is so very feminine. Are you aware of all the stares that you got in the restaurant? Our waiter's attentiveness was not because of me, I assure you." "Thank you so much, Tom, for that wonderful compliment," said Roberta. "I've really worked hard to get to this point and believe me, it hasn't been easy. The most important thing of all is still ahead of me. I'll have to take a few weeks off work eventually, so that I can trade in my penis for a vagina. I might look like a woman now, and I feel like one for the most part. But in my mind, I won't really be a woman until I have a vagina. I must say though, you are making me feel very warm and happy." I'm glad of that, Roberta, since I have not felt so enraptured by any woman before. You might not have your vagina yet, but believe me when I tell you that you have so much more already than other women do. You are a beautiful, kind, caring, wonderful person. You are extremely intelligent, you are patient, you have great common sense and you are as sexy as hell. I guess that I shouldn't be talking to you like this since we work together, but I can't help it." "Tom, like any other female, I certainly adore compliments. I am very attracted to you as well. However, perhaps we are going a bit too fast considering the circumstances. Being together in a strange city, might be allowing our feelings to get ahead of our reason. Maybe we should just say goodnight now and meet for breakfast in the morning." "I suppose you are right, Roberta. Would it be alright if I at least give you a hug before you go to your room?" "Absolutely, Tom." They hugged each other, and Tom couldn't help but notice Roberta's breasts pressing against him. Roberta was surprised, but pleased to feel Tom's erection pressing against her lower abdomen. As they parted, Roberta could not stop herself from leaning forward and kissing Tom on his lips briefly. "Goodnight, Tom. See you in the morning." With that, she turned and walked to the elevators, feeling Tom's eyes on her every step of the way. The next morning, Roberta and Tom met in the lobby for breakfast, before going to the conference. Tom said, "Roberta, I'm sorry if you think I have been inappropriate by extolling your virtues, but I like to be honest with my feelings. Our hug just solidified my feelings and your kiss told me that you felt much the same way yourself. Am I seeing things that aren't really there, or am I seeing things clearly?" "You are seeing things very clearly, Tom. I think that feelings are very real on both our parts. I couldn't help myself from kissing you last night and if we weren't in a crowded lobby, I would kiss you again right now. Its just that if we are to have a relationship, I want it to be honest and realistic. I want both of us to tell the other our true feelings, not just the ones we feel we want to hear. You have been extremely supportive of me since I "came out of the closet," as it were. You have accepted me as a woman with understanding, warmth and compassion. Now, I think, that we are in a different place. Now many of our thoughts are sexual in nature and every touch between us seems to be charged with electricity. So, it is essential that you be fully aware of where I am and where I am going. You know that I had breast augmentation a few months ago. I am still taking female hormones and will be continuing them for the rest of my life. You can probably notice my mood swings and physical changes in my waist, hips and rear end. Thanks to electrolysis, I no longer have any facial hair. But that is just the beginning. There are several other surgeries I am contemplating, including nose surgery, shaving my adam's apple and possibly surgery to my vocal chords to give me a more feminine voice. However, the main change will be in just a few months. Once I have been living full time as a woman for a whole year, and everything continues as well as it has until now, my psychologist will give me permission to get SRS. My penis and testicles will be used to construct a realistic vagina. So you see, Tom, what I am now, will not be what I will be in the future. " "Roberta, we can certainly wait until your surgery before going further with our relationship. But believe me when I say that your having a penis is not a reason in my mind for our putting brakes on our feelings. In my mind, you are a complete woman now, in mind, if not in body. The body will come soon enough. The mind and everything else you possess is more than enough for me now. I would like to show you how much I feel for you, whether or not copulation is involved. I just want to be close to you. To hold you, to kiss you, to fondle you. I would like for you to feel free to do anything you desire with me. Perhaps we can leave it at kissing and hugging for awhile. However, realistically, I know how much I desire you. I would love to take your clothes off very slowly and relish every square inch of you, including your penis and testicles, because right now, they are part of you." Roberta stared at Tom, not really believing what she was hearing. She knew that she was falling in love with Tom and obviously, he was already in love with her. She was flabbergasted to think that a few months ago, they were both males, with no sexual feelings toward one another. Now, things had changed drastically, She thought of herself as a woman and without a doubt, so did Tom. Roberta had felt respect for Tom before, but certainly nothing sexual Now however, she felt both respect and a growing sexual need for him that was in no way homosexual. She had no idea when she first put on panties that things would go so quickly and end up this way. Roberta put her arms around Tom's neck and kissed him deeply on his lips. As she did so, she felt sparks literally fly between them. They kissed a second time, this time with Tom's strong arms around her as well. Their tongues intertwined and played with each other. "Tom, could we possibly miss breakfast and the first speaker this morning,"she asked. "I think we'd better do that since everyone in the lobby is probably staring at us already," answered Tom. With Tom's arm, firmly around Roberta's waist, the twosome walked to the elevator. When the next car came, Tom punched in the floor number corresponding to both of their rooms. Since nobody else was in the elevator with them, Tom kissed Roberta again and placed his right hand on her left breast. Roberta sighed and melted into Tom's arms. Roberta suggested that they go to her room. As soon as they got inside the room, Roberta dropped her purse on the floor and they started to kiss again. When they broke the kiss, Tom asked Roberta if he could see her breasts. She nodded her head and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Please, could you let me do that? asked Tom. Roberta stopped and Tom slowly unfastened each button. He then pulled the blouse out of her skirt and removed it from Roberta's shoulders. The blouse slid off her arms and fell to the floor, revealing a white lace bra, with the tops of Roberta's breasts and ample cleavage, in full view. Tom kissed Roberta's throat and neck, as she moaned quietly. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He slipped the bra straps off her arms and it fell to the floor, exposing her large breasts. She was proud of her breasts and pushed them forward giving Tom an even better look. Tom took a breast in each hand and gently rubbed them. He put a finger on each nipple and teasingly rubbed them until the nipples grew taut. Then he leaned forward and put his lips over each nipple and kissed and sucked on them until Roberta started squirming with sexual excitement. When he came up for air, he said "Roberta, it is so hard to believe that a few months ago, you were as flat chested as I am. It is amazing what implants and hormones can do. Your breasts now are perfect in every way. I hope that you think that way too." Roberta, who had been excited beyond belief by the touching and sucking her breasts were receiving, said "I am ecstatic about how they turned out. They are better than I could have possibly imagined. Now I know why almost all women want large breasts. They totally confirm her femininity, besides allowing them to tease men unmercifully. " "I think that it is my turn now," said Roberta. With that, she pushed Tom backwards to an armchair and he fell into it. She dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor in front of him and began unzipping Tom's pants. Next, she pulled his pants and jockey shorts down his legs, exposing his circumcised penis. She took off his shoes and socks, along with his pants and shorts, then turned her total attention to his penis. Her eyes stared at it as if it were some fine jewel. She reached out with her right hand and felt its smoothness. "Roberta, you don't have to do this if you don't want to," said Tom, whose red face gave away the excitement that he felt. "Just be quiet, Tom and let me suck your cock. I've wanted to since you took me out to lunch that day at the office." With that, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his penis. Having given oral sex to Alex on several occasions, she was confident in her ability to please Tom. She took his penis out of her mouth long enough to say "You taste delicious. I want you to cum in my mouth." With that, she began to lick and suck in earnest. Tom was so excited that Roberta did not have to suck for long before he stiffened and started ejaculating streams of semen into her mouth and throat. She tried to swallow every drop, but some of it dribbled out of her mouth. She used her fingers to scoop up the remainder and put her fingers in her mouth as if she was relishing dessert to a fine meal. Then, she took his now flaccid cock and started rubbing it gently. "I hope this doesn't mean we are done for the evening, Tom. I know that I don't have a pussy yet, but if you are OK with it, I do have another hole that you can penetrate. I really want you to fuck me. The only problem is that I will have to remove my gaff and you will see my male parts. If you don't want to see them, I won't force you to. You don't have to touch them either, but it is possible that I will ejaculate and it could get messy." "Roberta, I fell in love with you, not specific parts of you. You wouldn't be the same person if you hadn't had male genitalia until now. Soon, that will be gone, but it doesn't make me feel any less loving towards you. I have never screwed anyone in the ass before, but I'd be happy to fuck you if that is what you want." Roberta started to cry with happiness. She slowly stood up, her hand still around Tom's penis, pulled up on it, encouraging him to stand and then never letting go of her prize, led him to the bedroom. Once Tom was seated on the edge of the bed, Roberta unzipped her skirt, kicked off her heels and slid the skirt down her nylon clad legs. Tom just stared at the beautiful woman before him. Her naked breasts were magnificent, high and proud, with nipples protruding. Her black garter belt and nylons added to the sexiness she exuded. Her gaff was the only blemish, so he put his hands on either side of it and pulled it down. Her semi erect cock sprang up to attention as he pulled the gaff off of Roberta's legs. "You see, Roberta," said Tom as he put both hands on her cock, "this doesn't make you less desirable at all. It is just another part of you albeit a temporary one." With that, Tom started to rub both hands up and down his prize, until it was fully erect. "Now, I think that you are ready to be fucked." As Tom took off his shirt, Roberta walked over to her purse. Reaching inside, she withdrew a small jar of lubricant and a package of condoms. She gave both to Robert, tugged the covers off the bed and laid down on her back on the cool sheets. Tom put a condom on his penis and covered it with a good supply of lubricant. He got on the bed, spreading Roberta's legs as he did so, and kneeled between them, raising her legs, until they rested on top of his shoulders. Then, her took another glob of lubricant with the index finger of his right hand. Using his left hands to spread her ass cheeks, he exposed her anal entrance. He slowly inserted his lubricated finger into her cavity, rubbing it around inside to fully ease his entrance. Roberta squirmed and said "Robert, your finger feels very good, but I'll bet your cock will feel even better. Please fuck me now. I can't wait any more. I'm afraid that I will cum before you even get inside me." Tom needed no further encouragement. He placed his penis at the entrance to her anal opening and began to slowly push it into her. Roberta began to moan as he did so and moved her hips back, trying to get as much of his cock into her as possible. "Put it all the way in, Tom. Do me. Make me your woman." Tom continued to slowly enter Roberta until he finally felt his stomach press against her. Then he started to methodically pull back and push in, pull back and push in, until Roberta screamed "please stop teasing me Tom. Give it to me harder, faster, deeper." So Tom sped up his pace until Roberta she clutched her own cock as she came into her hand. Tom orgasm came seconds later, and the two lovers collapsed on the bed, thoroughly sated. An hour later, they were back at it again, this time with Roberta on all fours and Tom mounting her from behind. He reached under her with both hands to grab her breasts and squeezed them roughly as he plunged into her again and again, Roberta, squealing in delight. They both climaxed again and this time they fell asleep in each others embrace. When they woke, they ordered room service for dinner and afterward, made love again, this time with Roberta on top. The next morning, Tom awoke to find Roberta limping to the bathroom. He saw red marks on her breasts where he had squeezed them the day before. He jumped out of bed and went over to her saying "are you alright, Roberta? Can I help you with something?" 'No," she said. My rear end and tits are just very sore, but I wouldn't have changed things for the world. I loved being taken that way. I just hope that I heal quickly so that we can do it again before we have to leave. Are you OK?" "I'm fine, better than fine. I just hope that I wasn't too rough for you. I really got carried away when you asked me to do it harder, over and over again." "You were wonderful, lover. I only wish that I had my pussy already so that I would have had another hole to offer you. Let's take a shower and then I wouldn't mind sucking your cock again. "You are amazing, Roberta. You are insatiable. I can't imagine sex being any better than it was yesterday, even after you have your surgery." * * * * * By the time Roberta and Tom got on the plane to go home, they were both quite exhausted. Luckily, it was Saturday and they wouldn't have to get to the office until Monday. Andrea was home when Roberta got there and wanted to get a full rundown on what took place. "Andrea, I can't tell you how wonderful it was. The conference was OK, but the sex was incredible. I had to instigate things a bit the second day, but from then on, I had Tom's cock in my mouth, or my ass every night, sometimes several times. I climaxed so many times, I lost count. Now, I'm more anxious than ever to feel what vaginal sex feels like and whether I can get multiple orgasms." "How did you get things going," asked Andrea. "Well, I kissed him goodnight the first evening, after he gave me a hug. The next morning, while he was apologizing for hugging me the evening before, I interrupted him with a bigger kiss right in the hotel lobby. Tongues and everything. I could feel his erection pressing against me, so I suggested we go back to my room. We were in the elevator alone, so we started kissing again and he was rubbing my tits. I think I remember feeling his cock through his pants, just before the elevator doors opened. We got back to my room and within a minute or two, I was on my knees, taking his cock out of his pants and sucking it. I don't think we left the room for the rest of the day. We ordered room service for dinner. The next day, my ass was on fire, my breasts had red marks all over them and I could barely open my mouth since my jaws were hurting. So, we took it a bit easier the rest of the week, but it was wonderful. Andrea, I really think that sex as a woman is much more satisfying than it is as a man. Maybe, it is submitting to a man, although you still have so much power over him. But I think it is just the idea of having someone inside of you, and making you feel like nothing else in the world matters as much as his glorious cock. And every time Tom touched my breasts, I felt it throughout my whole body. I think that I could have an orgasm now, just by having my boobs touched I am overjoyed that I got the implants. They have added so much to my confidence as a woman." "Roberta, I'm so happy for you," said Andrea. "I figured something might happen when you told me your boss wanted you to accompany him to New York. I notice that now you are calling him Tom, rather that Mr. Blankenship. I didn't think your relationship would have progressed that far though in just a few days. Do you think that Tom's interest in you is purely sexual?" "I don't think so Andrea. I think that he really cares for me right now, and I know that I certainly care for him. It isn't just the sex either. We talked a lot and it turns out that we are much alike in many ways. Obviously, he knows all about my transition and my looking forward to SRS in the near future. He wasn't turned off by the sight of my penis, and he often said that he will support me all the way in getting my SRS. He even told me that he would casually let some of the office staff know that we will be dating. Of course he knows that you and I are married. Which brings me to the question for you that I have been dreading. What will all this do to our marriage and relationship?" "Roberta, first of all, I certainly haven't been celibate while you were away. I had both Alex and Michelle over one evening and let both of them feast on me. It seems that Alex isn't the only one in the family who is bi-sexual. Then, I met three guys in a bar last night and invited them all over. You can't believe how many times they screwed me. At one point, I had one guy in my pussy, one in my ass and one in my mouth. I was covered with cum. So, understand that we now have a very open marriage and relationship. Either of us can do whatever we want to do, with each other and with others. We are both beautiful, desirable women now and there is no need to just have sex with each other anymore. We are both free to have whatever relationships we want with whomever we want. I am discovering that I am also a bit bisexual as I found out with Michelle. I really enjoyed eating her out and I am looking forward to doing the same to you when you get your pussy. As far as our marriage is concerned, it can last as long as we want it to. If you and Tom become really serious and want to get married, I will certainly not stand in your way. For the time being, why don't we just support each other as we always have and see what happens. "Oh Andrea, I am so happy that you understand how I feel. I love you and I always will. But my love for you has always been as a man for a woman. My feelings for Tom are as a woman for a man. I find the two quite different, but both equally wonderful. I remember when all this first began, you asked me to have sex with you as two women would. I thought then that you might have some bi-sexual tendencies. Now, that is the way I would prefer having sex with you. I really have no desire to use my penis to penetrate you. In fact, with all the hormones in my system, I don't know if I actually could. I still ejaculate during sex, but I'm not necessarily hard when I do so. Maybe we could try a double headed dildo. Of course, oral sex is still available." "Roberta, your suggestions are making me excited just to think about them. Why don't we go to the bedroom and experiment." * * * * * The next few months passed quickly for both Roberta and Andrea. Andrea, who had set this all in motion in order to broaden her sexual horizons, was certainly reaping the fruits of her efforts. She eventually realized that sex with women was as good, if not better, than sex with men. In fact, she started a semi-serious relationship with Michelle. She still saw men as well, but slowed down to one man at a time. Roberta and Tom became more and more serious about each other. They got engaged to be married the day that Dr. Marcum gave Roberta permission to have SRS. They consulted Dr. Madeline Morrison about her recommendation for a surgeon. Dr. Morrison was the Endocrinologist who had been in charge of Roberta's hormone levels since she first started taking them and Roberta trusted her judgement. Dr. Morrison said that there were several excellent surgeons in both Thailand and the United States. However, she strongly recommended staying in the U. S. just in case complications should develop. The surgeon she recommended had conducted hundreds of similar surgeries and was widely acclaimed as one of the top SRS surgeons in the world. Later that same day, Roberta contacted the surgeon's office and made an appointment with him. Two months later, Roberta was wheeled into the operating room with a penis and came out with a vagina. Tom and Andrea had been waiting anxiously in the waiting room when the surgeon finally appeared and reported that everything went well and he expected Roberta to be fine as long as she followed directions. "She will be in pain for the next few days, but we will keep her comfortable," said the surgeon. I'm sure you are aware of the fact that she will have to dilate her vagina quite often at first, which won't feel good initially. But I expect she will be able to leave the hospital in a week or so. Then it will be a matter of time and how religiously Roberta follows instructions. I'm sure that you are already aware of her need to take female hormones for the rest of her life. I think that she will be very satisfied with the results of the surgery. Her vagina will look very realistic once healing has taken place. I was able to make her canal quite deep, so there should be no problem of penetration, at least for normal sized penis's. I was also able to construct a clitoris using her sensitive penile tissue, so Roberta should be able to have regular orgasms. Of course, she will have to use lubrication for sex, since she won't be producing the moisture that women usually do from sexual excitement. A couple of hours later, the orderly wheeled Roberta into her hospital room, where Tom and Andrea were waiting. Roberta was half awake and said "Its over. Now I'm really a woman," before falling back to sleep again. Tom was overjoyed and started tearing up with emotion. He bent over the sleeping woman, gave her a tentative kiss on her lips and said "I love you, Roberta." Andrea was also overcome with emotion, but of a different nature. After all, it was she who first gave Roberta, her husband, a pair of panties to wear. It was she who started him on female hormones. It was she who convinced him to wear skirts and dresses, first around the house and then to work. It was she who suggested breast implants. It was she who arranged for Roberta's first sexual encounter with a male. It was she who arranged Roberta's first appointment with Dr. Marcum to start her on the road to SRS. Now, Andrea realized that she no longer had a husband. Roberta was now a woman just like herself. In fact, Roberta was engaged to be married and was head over heels in love with Tom. Andrea's whole purpose in all of this was to broaden her sexual horizons. Sex with her husband had become mundane and boring. She had to liven it up a bit. So, she thought to herself that if she could feminize Robert a bit, she might wake up his libido and reap the benefits herself. Unfortunately, she had pushed her experiment too far. Robert had become enraptured with becoming more and more feminine. Eventually, there was no turning back and the final product was lying on the bed in front of her. Roberta's breasts, the same size as her own, tented the hospital gown. Roberta's face was devoid of male whiskers, compliments of electrolysis that Andrea had arranged. No male clothes remained in Roberta's closet. Andrea had given them away. Roberta's body was filled with female hormones, courtesy of Dr. Madeline Morrison, Andrea's good friend. And now, Roberta had rid herself of her last vestiges of maleness. Her penis had been removed and used to construct a very realistic and functioning vagina. Andrea was well aware that as soon as Roberta married Tom and maybe earlier, Roberta would be leaving her previous marital home and bed. Andrea was very happy for Roberta, since she still had deep feelings for her. However, she was amazed that all this had happened so fast. It was only a little over a year ago when she had given Robert a pair of her panties to wear until his missing suitcase showed up. She knew that she was responsible for carrying Roberta's transition to this ultimate level. She could probably have stopped it on many occasions, but had chosen to keep pushing it a bit further, until there was no turning back. Now, what could Andrea look forward to? She had all the sex she could use, from both men and women. She could escalate her relationship with Michelle and possibly form a long term union. She could pick from a number of male admirers and perhaps find someone who was husband material. It was her choice. Unfortunately, the specter of her soon to be ex-husband, would always haunt her memories. Besides, she would have to get a legitimate job, since Roberta's salary would not he going into their joint checking account anymore, after she moved in with Tom. Roberta now had a legitimate career, a man who loved her, and a body enhanced by hormones, implants and surgery to rival any woman for femininity. Now she had female genitals to complete her metamorphosis. Andrea smiled inwardly at the irony of the situation in which she found herself. * * * * * Six months later, Andrea and Michelle were bridesmaids at Roberta and Tom's wedding. The newlyweds were going on a honeymoon river cruise to Paris and other French ports. They were now co-managers of the insurance firm and Michelle had the sales job vacated by Roberta. Andrea and Michelle were now living together full time, and seemed to be happy together. They had even talked about getting married someday. Andrea had been given Michelle's old secretarial job and worked directly with Michelle, just as Michelle had once worked with Robert. Roberta and Tom had also completed paperwork to adopt a baby. They would turn in the paperwork as soon as they could obtain a copy of their marriage license to attach to the application. Roberta had already been working with her Endocrinologist, Dr. Madeline Morrison, to change her hormone intake so that she would be able to provide breast milk to the baby. Roberta's SRS had been an unqualified success. Her vagina looked just like any other woman's genitalia, her clitoris was extremely sensitive to the attention that Tom gave it almost nightly and her cavity was more than deep enough to allow Tom to insert his penis into her until his testicles touched her stomach. Roberta had no trouble having orgasms with her new equipment. Now that her penis was gone, there was no need to wear a gaff, so Roberta replaced that with lacy panties, thongs and even g-strings to further excite Tom. Their sex life was very important during their engagement, but their love and respect for one another, was the hallmark of their relationship. Roberta continued her practice of only wearing dresses and skirts to work and to other public places. She still loved the feeling of women's finery, even though she now wore them every day. As a company executive, she wore suits and high necked dresses to work. However, her attire for restaurants, parties and other non work related outings, was much more daring, with her breasts and legs very much in evidence. Tom was very proud to escort her to these soirees, since he often realized that Roberta was the sexiest woman in the room. Men tended to swarm around her and Roberta had to get used to her breasts and ass being ogled. She was proud of her body and was still in the process of losing a bit of weight. Tom would say "don't lose too much, darling. I love you just the way you are." Now that she had a vagina, Roberta did not want, or need, to have anal sex again. Tom had no problem with that. They often had oral sex in a 69 position, then switched to one of several love making positions that they both enjoyed. They often switched between submissive and superior roles, sometimes in the same session. They both learned just where to touch and kiss and suck each other to maximize their pleasure. One night, Roberta told Tom "I can't believe how many years I wasted being a man, until I realized I was really meant to be a woman. A few days in feminine lingerie was all it took to let me know how I really wanted to spend the rest of my life. And here I am, a full fledged woman, with a wonderful man as my husband and everything I ever wanted. I must be the luckiest person in the world." Tom just gazed down at his beautiful wife, lying beneath him on the king sized bed, smiled and inserted his penis into her waiting vagina. The End