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Donna, Finally Female.
For those that have not followed this story, my birth name was David
Johnson, I was an orphan, I made friends with Donna Wilkinson also an
orphan, we both found out we were trapped in the wrong body, so with the
help of hormone pills stolen from Donna's place of work we simply became
one another, I became Donna a buxom size 24 girl with a 42-34-42 figure,
while Donna became Dave an slightly overweight guy who now loves sport
and works as an apprentice electrician, we swapped birth certificates
and all official documents so we could live and work in the sex we knew
we were, Now I was being changed into Donna, a woman at last. As some of
the reviews wanted details of the change I have gone into great detail
about my sex change, if this offends or upsets some people them I
apologise.
As I drifted off to sleep under the anaesthetic, I realised that when I
woke up I would be the woman I have always wanted to be, thanks to the
skill of the surgeons.
I remember nothing else until I heard someone call my name "Donna, Donna
darling, wake up, come on wake up" I recognised that voice, it was my
boyfriend Dave.
I so, so wanted him to be operated on before me that a tear dripped from
the corner of my closed eyes. "Don't cry sweet heart you'll be fine, or
does it hurt?
I opened my eyes and looked at his concerned face, I managed a wan
smile, "good to see you love, and no it doesn't hurt" in fact I couldn't
feel a thing.
He kissed me gently "I was worried when I saw you crying" I smiled at
him, and explained "I was crying because I have got what I have always
wanted but I was determined that you would have your operations first.
Anyhow kiss me properly, I am not made of glass".
He obliged me and kissed me passionately on the lips, his tongue playing
gently with mine. Satisfied, I then asked him "has it worked, am I truly
Donna?"
He positively beamed at me "yes gorgeous the doctor said that it's
worked perfectly, you are truly Donna"
I was so pleased, but in a way sad, as Dave being a female to male TS
has more operations to undergo than me and I wanted him to at least be
able to stand up to wee.
He sat there and held my hand until the nurse came and threw him out; he
left promising to come the next day (Tuesday) but said he would have to
be back at work on Wednesday so he couldn't return until the weekend.
In a way I was pleased with this at I had a feeling I was going to have
a lot to learn about my new equipment, and I would rather go through
this on my own, added to this I felt so tired.
The nurse then turned back the bed exposing my lower body and explained
what was going on, for the first 24 hours I could not leave the bed,
there as a catheter inserted for me to wee by, but if I needed the
toilet it would be a bed pan, tomorrow depending on what the doctor said
I would be allowed up to go to the toilet, but the catheter would be in
for at least a week until I have healed. Next she explained that she was
going to change my dressing, this consisted of what she explained as a
large tampon, which absorbed the fluids and blood which would seep out
until I was internally healed, and this tampon was held in place by a
tight pair of panties similar to what a baby would wear to stop
accidents seeping out.
I watched her remove the blood soaked 'tampon' (it was large, about 5"
and ?" in diameter, she must have seen me looking because she grinned
and joked "I'm glad the ones I use are a lot smaller than these" I
giggled then realised that she was treating me like just another girl
and was thrilled.
She finished inserting the tampon and pulled the tight panties back up,
she asked me if I was in any pain, to which I said not, she asked if I
was hungry the answer to that was a resounding yes, so she got me some
soup and a ham sandwich.
After I had eaten I was really tired so I drifted off to sleep, the next
time I woke up was the next morning.
I actually had breakfast, then I needed the bed pan - horrible thing to
use, I would be really happy when I could go to the toilet. I got the
tampon changed, there seemed to be less blood on it, (wishful thinking
on my part?) and the panties were replaced, I listened to the hospital
radio and read magazines until it was time for the doctor's rounds.
He checked my new vagina and said he was pleased with the result, he
told me he had managed to create a vagina about 6" in depth, using the
sensitive nerve endings from my old penis he had also given me what
should be a functioning clitoris, exactly how sensitive this would be
would be revealed in time after the healing process, but he had no
reason to think that it would be anything other than fully sensitive. I
was told that I could get out of bed today and move around, the catheter
would remain in place for at least another 6 days, the drip in my arm
would be removed and oral pain killers would be given, every six hours
for four days then every eight hours finally on demand.
By now I was in severe information overload and he realised this because
he said "well Donna, that is enough information for one day, unless
there are any complications I'll see you tomorrow". I thanked him and
watched him leave, the nurse said "right let's get you ready", she
removed the drip in my arm and helped me sit of the edge of the bed, I
felt a bit dizzy but soon I stood up, she fastened the bag for the
catheter around the top of my leg and asked if I would like a shower -
would I, I nearly bit her hand off at that offer, she helped me shower
and dry myself then I put on my own nightdress and wrap, it really felt
good to have the satin caress my skin, I walked back to bed and sat on a
chair, the nurse said I could put some make up on joking "a bit of slap
always makes a girl feel better".
I carefully made my face up, foundation, light eye shadow, mascara,
blusher and lip stick and felt something like human, I was told I could
move anywhere on the ward, dayroom or corridors as I was told moderate
exercise helps healing, my tampon would be changed at regular intervals
for another day, then be replaced by a maxi pad until the bleeding and
discharge had stopped, in other words until I healed!
Dave came to see me at visiting time and was amazed that I was out of
bed and dressed in my own night wear, I asked him if while he was at
home if he could do some shopping for me, as I hadn't the chance to
stock up on vital items before I had my surgery, he said that would be
no problem, I warned him that some of these items are feminine care
products! Bless him, he kissed me and whispered "sweetheart, you forget
I used to buy them before" I grinned back at him and reminded him
"you're a man now; men don't usually go shopping for maxi pads". "Look
Donna" he said "just give me the list of what you want!" So I did, "buy
4 boxes of always maxi pads every week, I also need a bulb type douche,
a large bottle of white vinegar, a dozen cotton face cloths, I also told
him to find a surgical supply outlet near to Doncaster as I was going to
need a lot of lubricant for dilatation of my new vagina.
He asked about the maxi pads and vinegar, so I explained that I would
used 6 to 8 pads a day for the first month, I would need to douche very
regularly and vinegar is the option the nurse recommended, it works and
is cheap.
I joked to him "don't you know anything about being a woman?" he gave a
rueful grin "apparently not" As he would be going home tonight and not
returning until the weekend I asked him to pack me some clothes as next
week I could wear my 'normal clothes' I emphasised that I wanted
feminine clothing dresses, skirts and tops, bra's and some shoes with a
low heel, also some more nighties. We went for a walk to the day room
holding hands, sat a while and talked planning our future, it was really
nice and normal.
At the end of visiting I realised that I wouldn't see Dave until the
weekend and started crying, we kissed passionately and I whispered to
him "please fondle my breasts, I love it when you do that" we guiltily
looked to see if anyone could see us then he slid his hand inside the
bodice of my nightdress and played with my breasts and sensitive
nipples, I moaned with pleasure.
The next day I was introduced to the nurse who was to teach me all I
needed to know about looking after and caring for my new vagina.
We went to a side consulting room and she began to explain all about
what I needed to do, as once I left hospital the success of the
operation would be in my hands.
I told her that my boyfriend was already getting some vinegar and maxi
pads and cotton flannels, she also suggested that I get an inflatable
rubber ring to sit on as it could be uncomfortable during the healing, I
mentioned that it was uncomfortable to sit for any length of time so she
arranged for me to use one of the hospital do-nuts. She also suggested
that I get plenty of pre moistened personal wipes that could be flushed
down a toilet.
She then went on to explain the necessity of absolute hygiene, so to
this end I was shown the different antibiotic ointments I could use to
cleanse the surgery site, also to be used after going to the toilet, it
was stressed always wipe front to back to avoid infecting the surgery
site, and always finish off with a moist wipe with some disinfectant
solution on it.
It was then the surgeon came in to examine me and make sure everything
was fine, for the first time in my life, I lay back on the bed and my
legs were placed in the stirrups to allow and internal examination, it
was uncomfortable but I was thrilled to be using such a feminine piece
of equipment, after the examination the nurse cleaned the area, inserted
the tampon and maxi pad then the tight knickers, I sat down and the
surgeon went through the post operative responses, during my stay in
hospital I would be taught everything I needed to know on caring for my
new vagina, The swelling will start to go down soon, but some could
still be apparent for up to six weeks, I was warned that due to the
swelling once the catheter is removed when I pee'd it could spray a bit
instead of coming out in a stream, while this was messy, it would not
harm me. As far as the pain, it will hurt for a good few weeks, the
amount of pain depends on my pain threshold, but once I left hospital,
analgesics bought from the chemist should be enough to handle the pain;
but any excessive pain or swelling around the area of the stitches I
should seek medical advice.
On that note the nurse said that she thought that this was enough
information for the day and gave me some leaflets to read that would
explain things to me, I could read them as I wanted. We walked back to
the ward and she got me my rubber ring to sit on. Oh what bliss that
was, I was comfortable sitting!!!
I read the articles on post operative care, there was such a lot to take
in and remember I made a mental note that when I phoned Dave I had to
get him to get me a rubber ring for when I got home.
Until Dave came back at the weekend, my days consisted of getting my
pad's changed, doctors examinations, pain killers, but the pain was
starting to recede, and dilation, this is perhaps the most important
thing a girl like me will do to ensure that her new vagina does not
close up, it is as important as good hygiene.
The idea is to gently keep my new vagina open, as it will want to close
up, also my new vagina passes through a muscle called the PC muscle, as
the doctor explained to me this muscle does not like things passing
through it but with training it will learn to accept my new vagina,
dilation is this training; also he told me too much dilation is better
than too little, and he warned me that a dildo is not a dilator!
I bought a set of 5 ranging from size 0 to size 4, these are very smooth
silicon and range from 1" to 1.5" in diameter about 5"long with a handle
for ease of use (so I couldn't loose it?)
Then I was shown how to dilate properly, warned not to insert the
dilator downwards, but flat or slightly upwards towards my belly button
use plenty of lubricant and relax, don't open your legs too wide, all
wonderful stuff and slightly daunting, when I first did it myself the
nurse too me through each stage, correcting me, as I had to dilate a
minimum of 5 times a day for at least 30 minutes I soon got into the
swing of doing it correctly, and once I was over my fear quite enjoyed
doing it, in fact if I woke up during the night I would often dilate
then, much to the amusement of the on duty nurse!
So this was my life during the week, I spent some of my time talking to
some of the older women on the ward, especially those who didn't get any
visitors, now I felt a whole woman, my confidence was sky high.
Finally the weekend came and I made myself presentable for Dave, a good
shower, light make up, sexiest nightie and wrap, some light floral
perfume and there he was, I let out a squeal of delight and hugged him
close to me, savouring his kiss and the probing of his tongue.
By now I was walking without too much pain so we walked to the cafeteria
for a drink and something to eat, I talked to him constantly, not
letting go of his hand and caressing him with my spare hand. He told me
about his week at work, how he got on with the shopping list I had given
him, the nearest surgical supplier was Sheffield which was not too far
away, he also told me that we had got most of our money back for the
holiday we now couldn't go on due to me being in hospital, he told me he
had put it in the bank into our 'happiness account' which now was solely
for Dave's operations.
We made our way back to the ward and I introduced him to my new friends
on the ward, I had to leave him as I had to dilate because at this time
I wanted to do it in private, this was strange because Dave still had a
real vagina, but I just felt it was the right thing to do.
After this I checked out the clothes he had brought me, they were just
what I wanted sexy comfortable and colourful, he had packed a selection
of skirts and tops with a couple of dresses, the heels he had packed
were reasonably sensible low heeled sandals, ballerina flats but there
was a couple of pairs of heels; after the catheter was removed I
hopefully could wear my own clothes.
My weekend with Dave passed quickly and all too soon he had to go back
to work, I cried as I really missed him, but I was hoping that I would
get discharged from hospital very soon.
All I wore now was the maxi pad to catch any blood or plasma (I found
out what the yellowish stuff was, it's part of the healing process) I
was dilating regularly as ordered by the doctor, still using the size 0
dilator, Monday was a big day as I finally got rid of the hated
catheter. The first time I sat down to pee, it sprayed all over my legs
as I had been told it would, so I cleaned the area well and carried on
with recovering.
The big thing the doctor and nurses told me was to listen to my body, if
I wanted a rest then have one, if I thought I needed the next size
dilator then try it, gently in case I was not ready, if I felt like
doing some housework, then do it, and other stuff, but listen and heed
what my body was saying.
The first time I got dressed in my own clothes was heaven, a blue pencil
skirt and a cream tunic top, putting a bra on was wonderful, I just
hadn't realised how much I had missed the support my bra's gave, the
week went quickly and by Friday I thought I could move up a size with
the dilator, I asked the nurse what she thought, so for the first time
she dilated me, I was nearly ready, but the PC muscle went into cramp,
she showed me how to massage it with my finger then try again, this was
another first for me actually putting my finger into my new vagina - I'm
sorry going into all these gory details but I was so excited in being a
woman in body as well as mind.
The weekend came again and my Dave came to visit, I told him that there
was a good chance that I would be coming home next week, I just couldn't
wait to sleep with my man again, feeling him spoon up to my soft
feminine bum, his hand caressing my breasts.
He had got me a rubber ring (thank god, as the one I used at present was
my new best friend,) we did a lot of kissing and holding hands talking
about his work and mine, if I keep recovering at the present rate I was
hoping to be back at work in a month or so, I had to sort out how I was
going to dilate while I was at work, but that's a problem I have yet to
face.
All too soon the weekend was over and it was Monday again, fourteen days
since I became a woman, I was itching to get home, I was on normal
analgesics for the pain and really only took them every eight hours, I
was on hormone tablets, oestrogen with some testosterone, I was
devastated when I first found out I would be taking testosterone, as I
was scared that I would start becoming a man, the doctor laughed at this
explaining that the dose I was on was to give me a boost and to increase
my libido, it was the same amount a woman naturally produces herself. I
was told that I could go home on the coming Wednesday, I was under
orders as I said before to listen to my body, no strenuous activity,
definitely no sex until I had got the all clear from him, remember
hygiene is vital as is dilation. So with these words ringing in my ears
I gleefully phoned Dave to tell him the great new's. Unfortunately he
couldn't get time off work, but I wasn't really worried as my small
suitcase had wheels and I could waste money on a Taxi to Kings Cross
station, Dave promised to meet me when I arrived in Doncaster. The last
couple of days was spent ensuring that I knew what to do and who to
contact should there be any problems at all, saying good bye to the
other women in the ward, I'll miss the elderly ones who I kept company.
Wednesday finally arrived and the Doctor came and gave me a through
examination with my feet in the stirrups and pronounced me ready for
discharge, her told me to maintain my hygiene, douche daily, dilate as
he has told me, increasing size as my body told me, but not to rush
things, plenty of lubrication and any problems, soreness or discharge
get immediate medical help.
With that I was discharged from hospital, I had an appointment for 2
months time (unless there were any complications).
I was so happy, I went back to the ward to get dressed, I took a shower
and fully moisturised my body, I wanted to wear my own sexy underwear,
but I had to wear the tight panties, (Dave had only packed my sexy
knickers, but to wear maxi pads I would need some sensible cotton
knickers) but I did wear my satin pink balcony bra with sexy lace trim.
The weather was quite warm, so I wore an angel sleeved pink chiffon
tunic top, lined in a silky material, a black pencil skirt ending about
2" above my knees, I decided to wear sheer hold up stockings and black
patent peep toed court shoes, I had a white lacy cardigan and I was
ready to leave, my small case was packed and a taxi called and I was
ready to face the world - a new woman!
As I was leaving hospital the taxi driver put my case into the cab and
took it out at Kings Cross, I got my ticket and went to find the train,
a nice gentleman put my case on the train, and I had it sat next to me.
The journey home was a bit uncomfortable, sitting down hurt a bit, as
all the surgery was carried out where the pressure from sitting down is,
so I sent a text to Dave asking him to put the rubber ring in the car
when he came to pick me up and spent a lot of the journey standing up or
walking around!
Pulling up in Doncaster I wheeled my case off the train and saw my Dave,
I felt like running to him but resisted but I didn't resist flinging my
arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. "Oh god" I panted "I've
missed you so, so much" I was so happy to see him I was crying. He
returned my kiss with interest fondling my bum while he did so.
We walked to our ancient Ford and bliss in the front passenger seat was
my new best friend the inflatable ring, I explained how much I depended
on this ring for comfort, he grinned and commented "I never even thought
about that" I retorted saying "you wait for your surgery mister you'll
be thankful for the use of my ring". Once in the car I flung my arms
around him and kissed him again saying "I really, really love you". He
kissed me again and commented "even though I'm not a man?"
I was really shocked that he was worried that I didn't love him any
more, and burst into tears, sobbing I told him "don't ever say anything
like that again, its you that I love not anything dangling between your
legs, YOU, understand I LOVE YOU!" I was shouting at him because I was
so angry and disappointed that he could have thought that I was any
different now I was a woman.
He took me into his arms and tried to say he was sorry, eventually I
calmed down, and looked at him tearfully and sobbed "it's you I love and
always will, you, do you understand?" He nodded and quietly said "yep, I
understand, I'm sorry I upset you, but I've been torturing myself that I
might loose you now you are a complete woman, and I simply couldn't
stand loosing you".
I smiled weakly understanding his fears and tried to joke "look buster
you've got me now and forever, so get that though your head!" The
emotions that were hurtling through my system were really affecting me,
more than I thought they would.
We drove home in silence, each of us absorbed in our own thoughts, also
I was feeling tired and it was nearly time to dilate, we got home and
into our flat, Dave took my case into the bedroom and I followed, I put
my arms around him and asked if he fancied a nap as I was feeling tired.
He asked if I was sure and I told his that I was fed up of sleeping
alone and wanted him next to me, I warned him that it would be sometime
before I could have sex, but just having him close was what I wanted, I
also warned him about my frequent dilations and told him that I would
try to do them in private but in a flat as small as ours he is bound to
see what I was doing, but its vital I do it.
We stripped off and I slipped into one of my favourite satin nighties,
as this was a special day I thought it appropriate, normally I would
just lie down in my clothes unless I was dilating, he looked with
interest at my swollen groin, I said to him "it's not pretty but it soon
will be," "can I see" he asked tentatively, I nodded and lay on my back
while he looked, he asked if it was sore, I told him not really
Ibuprofen keep the pain away, before he put my night dress down he
kissed me just above the swelling saying "I love every little bit of
you, and can't wait until we're married" then he laid in bed next to me,
his arm around me, I moved his hand up to my breasts and sighed happily
as he gently took a handful and gently massaged my breast and nipples.
When I awoke he still had his arm around me and was fast asleep, very
gently so as not to wake him I swivelled around and looked at him and
thought of how far we had come over the last eighteen months, and vowed
to myself that the only man entering my body would be my Dave. I then
slid my hand inside his boxers and started to massage his large clittie,
it seemed bigger than I remembered and protruded about ?" I gently
stimulated him until with a gasp he orgasmed, I had been so intent on my
task that I never realised he had woken up. "Swine" I whispered to him
"you could have told me you were awake" his response was to kiss me and
reply "what and spoil the moment, I just wish there was something I
could do for you". It was my turn to kiss him and snuggle into him,
still stimulating his dick (because that is the way I thought of it), he
played with my bounteous 42DD breasts and the feeling sent shivers down
to my new equipment, I really hoped this was the start of me getting
sensual feelings in my vagina, but rally didn't know.
After a while we got up, I had to dilate so I suggested to Dave that he
go and get a Chinese meal for us and have a couple of pints while he was
out, I offered to let him watch me dilate but he declined saying that
some things were better done in private, really I was glad about that.
So he went out and I got the stuff I needed ready, my size 1 dilator,
towel, water proof cover, wash cloth, pillows to support me sitting up
and of course lubrication, once the dilator was inside me I straightened
my legs and rolled over onto my side, on completion I cleaned and
disinfected properly and replaced my maxi pad, ready for Dave to come
in.
I dressed in loose fitting trousers and the same pink chiffon top I had
worn earlier flat shoes and I felt really comfortable and at ease, I set
the table and took a bottle of wine out of the fridge, as I was off the
antibiotics my doctor said it was fine to drink in moderation!
We had our meal and settled down to watch TV, as Dave was at work
tomorrow we went to bed about eleven, and once more I brought him to a
climax, this time using my mouth, though it was a bit sore for me
twisting like I did. Note to self; find a better way of doing a blow job
on him!
So my days carried on, for the first week I managed to do the house work
at my own speed, on Saturday afternoon the two of us went shopping for
groceries - I really enjoyed that. Every night I pleasured my Dave and
loved the feeling of him kissing and sucking my breasts and nipples.
I gradually got my strength back and slowly healed up, the first sign of
this healing was when I had a wee I finally stopped spraying my legs,
what a wonderful feeling.
I continues dilating, douching and maintaining scrupulous hygiene, by
the second week I felt stronger and went shopping for small quantities
of groceries myself, I still listened to my body and rested when I felt
I needed it.
The third week I called in at work to update them, I explained that
hopefully I should be back in a months time but also said that I would
possibly need a couple of 30 minute breaks during the day, (I didn't
tell them why, only that I had to change some dressings)they seemed ok
with this and said I could use the first aid room.
I was now onto size 2 dilator, and was already thinking how I could do
this at work, I figured that if I dilated just before I went to work,
then at lunch time, then again about four in the afternoon then when I
got home and before bed I would be able to manage.
The big changes, and I mean BIG changes in me was my confidence and my
perception of things, now I was a complete woman, my confidence
rocketed, I felt secure in my body and really happy, I found that
different things turned me on, sensual music, soft lighting, fragrances,
soft sexy clothing, in my new feminine state I was more aroused by
tactile stimuli, I loved my breasts being played with in fact my whole
body, or large parts of it were highly erogenous zones, especially as
feeling was returning to my new vagina, feeling I had never experienced
before. Six weeks after surgery I returned to my slimming club and my
girl only exercise weight loss classes, but I told the instructors that
I could only do light exercises, now I really was getting back into my
life.
Finally I went back to work, I was now on size 3 dilator, one more size
to go it seems that my PC muscle has accepted my vagina going through
it, the discharges on my pads have nearly gone completely so I swapped
the maxi pads for everyday panty liners which were far more comfortable.
I was now totally Donna Wilkinson female and confident about myself,
swimming was no problem now as I was all woman, now my goal in life,
apart from marrying Dave was for him to become as happy as I was, I
worked very hard in boosting his self confidence and displaying how much
I loved him and needed him............. Soon it would be his turn!
Cayleigh
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