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Erotic TG stores by talltslover. Do not read this if you are offended by transgender themes. Appreciating Femininity By George Wilson Chapter 1: The Butterfly I was, like any other red-blooded married American male, thinking I was the big man of the house. I worked. I made money. I came home, had the dinner my wife made, sat in front of the TV watching sports, drank beer, and finished off the night with a roll in the sack with the wife. Oh, and I should mention that she had a job and made more money than I do, because she completed college and I barely graduated from High School. But, I was the man and she was my wife. I married Jennifer when she got pregnant. As her pregnancy progressed, she underwent a change in attitude. She expected me to clean up after myself. She was moody. She didn't want sex. She cried a lot. And then, one day, she blurted out, "If you understood women from a woman's perspective, you wouldn't be so mean to me!" I didn't know what to say, so I stupidly said, "As if there is a course for that..." and went back to watching the game on TV. A few days later, she informs me that she's enrolled me into an, "immersive" weekend course on how women think. After an argument, and seeing her grow beet red with frustration (a look I've learned to avoid), I agreed to go. That weekend, I threw some clothes into a backpack, along with a razor, my deodorant, and my toothbrush, and my wife drove the 40 miles to the, "Lana Institute" where she left me at the door, having been told there was a strict rule about wives going inside. I went inside and told the receptionist who I was. She made a call and then was ushered into a room with the tallest woman I'd ever seen. (She could have played for the WNBA!) She confiscated my backpack, and dumped its contents onto a table. She handed me back my toothbrush. "We'll be providing you clothing and other essentials," She also took everything in my pockets, including my car keys and wallet. "You'll get these back upon discharge," she said as she tossed them into the backpack. A very cute girl came in and handed me some papers. "You need to sign the last page. This is an agreement to provide you the training. I know your wife signed you up, but we need your signature on the last page." I didn't even bother to read it, as the girl was just way too distracting. I signed my name on the last page. The cute girl took back the papers. "You'll be here with mostly women. We offer a number of courses. During your time here, you are not to interact with other students except when requested by your instructor. Is that clear?" I muttered a, "Yes." The tall girl leaned over me, "Was that a yes?" "Yes, it was a yes," I said winking at her. The cute girl turned to leave. "Yasmin, Mr. Smith's to go to orientation with Dr. Thomas, and then to the spa. Can you take charge of him?" she said as she left the door, not even awaiting an answer. "This way..." the tall girl said, opening a door and sashayed through it. Even though she was on the thin side, her butt moved like the tides. I smiled as I watched her walk away and then followed her down a hall. She knocked on a door. I heard someone say, "Enter." Yasmin opened the door. "Dr. Thomas, Mr. Chris Smith is here." "Excellent," the voice said. "Show him in." Yasmin opened the door wide and gestured me to come in. The room was plush. Sofas, comfortable chairs, and an imposing desk with a small man standing behind it. On the shelf behind him were a series of anatomical models. There were some large diplomas on the wall. Dr. Thomas gestured to me to take a seat in the chair. Yasmin took a seat behind me on a sofa. "So, you're here for the immersive female experience. Am I correct in my understanding that your wife convinced you that this would be the best thing for you?" Dr Thomas asked me. "She said I cannot appreciate what it is to be a woman, so she wanted me to experience it through your course," I replied. "Excellent. Our course is fully immersive. That means you will dress in women's clothes, wear women's cosmetics, and be treated as a woman during the time of your stay. It is vitally important that you understand that everything we have you do is clinically important. We don't want you to wear a bra, for example, to humiliate you, but to give you the experience to understand how a bra feels. Do I make myself clear?" Dr Thomas asked softly "Yes, I understand," I replied. I really didn't expect to have to wear women's clothing or cosmetics, but I guess if that's the way the course works, I'll just have to go with it. "Yasmin will be your guide here. She'll help you throughout your stay. Is she acceptable to you?" Dr Thomas asked. "I guess she'll be ok," I replied. "Excellent. She's one of our best guides. You'll be in good hands with her," he replied. "Yasmin, he'll be starting in the spa, as usual," he said, addressing Yasmin, who had stood up. I sensed our meeting was at an end. I stood up. "Mr. Smith, one last thing. During your time here, we will be addressing you with the female pronoun. Is there a woman's name you'd be prefered to be called, or should we call you by the feminine version of your given name, Christine?" "I guess Christine is ok. No, wait. I think Chrissy," I replied "Chrissy it is then. I'm sure you will find your stay here most enlightening," Dr. Thomas replied as he sat down. Yasmin opened the door and gestured I should exit. I walked into the hall, and she followed. "This way to the spa," she said, walking down the hall. After a series of corridors, and a delightful view of her bubble butt wiggling under her skirt, we arrived at a locker room. She opened a locker. "You'll put all of your clothes in here. That includes your underwear. You'll put on a towel. As you're a woman now, you'll make sure the towel covers your breasts. When you're done, go through that door. I'll be waiting on the other side," she said. As she left, she smacked me on my ass. "And don't dawdle Chrissy." It took me a few minutes, but I got it all together and met Yasmin on on the other side of the door. I was in a room with a number of massage tables. A petite dark haired girl was there. "Men like women with smooth legs. Depending upon how rough your hair is, we will either shave it or wax it. Hop up onto the table," Yasmin said. I sat on the edge of the table. The dark haired girl came over and felt my leg. "I think she can be shaved," she said. "I'm concerned about her chest hair," Yasmin said. The dark haired girl felt my chest. "This will have to be waxed. I'm sure her back will need waxing, too. I'll get the underarms with the razor," she said, then turned to the sink. "I'll start with the razor." "You'll want to get up and take off the towel, then lay it over your thing while she works on you," Yasmin said. I carefully pulled off the towel, taking care to hide, "my thing" from view as I re-positioned myself on the table and re-covered myself. The dark haired girl returned with a pot of shaving cream, which she spread on my legs up to the edge of the towel. It had a grapefruit smell. She carefully ran the razor. She knew her stuff. In only a short time, she had my legs fully shaved and moved to my under-arms, and then my face with a fresh razor. "She's being a bit too modest with the towel. If she expects to wear a bathing suit, she'll have to let me shave all the way up," the dark hair girl said. "Chrissy, is it ok for Veronica to remove the towel to complete the shaving?" Yasmin asked. I gestured for Yasmin to come closer and I whispered, "I have a massive boner." Yasmin giggled. "Not a problem. Veronica's a professional," and then she yanked away the towel. Veronica didn't say anything about the boner. She spread the whole area with shaving cream, including the area around my twitching cock, and then, while holding my cock tightly in her hand, carefully shaved everything off. , "Had I known you were this hairy down here, I would have suggested a Brazilian," she said to me as she wiped away the last bit of shaving cream. Yasmin laughed and then put the towel back over my raging hard-on. Veronica returned with a pot that had a wooden stick in it. "This is wax. I'll spread it over an area, then I'll put on one of these papers. A few moments later, I'll pull the paper off. It will hurt, but not too badly," She began to put the warm wax on the area around my right nipple, then put the paper on. So far so good. Then, she pulled the paper off. I thought she was ripping my skin off. I yelled, "Ouch!" "See, not so bad?" she said, putting on more wax. The next 20 minutes were a torture, as she did my front, then my back. "I think we'll do that Brazilian after all. I have extra wax already warm," Veronica said. "No, please God, no," I cried, tears in my eyes. Yasmin came over, "You have to get the full experience. Many women get a Brazilian several times a year." "No, really. I don't think I can take it," I cried. "Chrissy, it's nothing to do it to an area that's already shaved," Veronica said as she removed the towel. "Looks like her clit has gone back to normal," Yasmin said as she put her hands on mine to hold me down. Veronica was right. The pain was minimal. When she was done, "down there", She did my face, including my eye brows. When she was done, I felt my face. It was absolutely smooth. My eyebrows were gone. She gestured that I should turn over. "The only thing left is the butt area. It looks like she's not too hairy. I can pluck those." "Pluck?" I asked "Like this," Veronica said, pulling a hair out from between my cheeks. It was painful, but not quite as bad as the waxing. A dozen more pluckings followed. "There, you're now all clean, and ready for your mani/pedi and hair," she said. Yasmin handed me a bath robe. "Put this on." It was very soft. My skin, red from the waxing, felt good again. I belted it tightly in front. Yasmin led me through another door. There were a series of chairs. She gestured me to sit in one. A squat woman with unnatural bright red hair came in. "Oh my. Her hair is dreadful," she said to Yasmin. "I was thinking an up-do for her, until her hair grows out a bit," Yasmin said. "No, I think we should go to extensions. I've got a new natural hair variety that is absolutely super. You'd never know it wasn't her hair," the red hair woman said. "You know best," Yasmin said. 45 minutes later, I had slightly longer than shoulder length hair, and a set of short bangs. The extensions looked like my own hair. While red was working on my hair, two other asian women were doing my hands and feet. When Yasmin asked me to stand up, I had bright red nails, both hands and feet. The nails were extensions, too, but not very long. They looked like my wife's nails. "Chrissy, this way," Yasmin said, leading through another door. This room contained a reclined table. I sat down, then leaned back against the tilted back. "Chrissy, women have breasts. We're going to attach a pair of falsies to your chest. You'll feel their weight, and get used to moving with them. The falsies we use as very close to the real thing, in terms of jiggle. The only real difference is that you'll have to be careful about leaning over. If you lean too far, the adhesive will give way and they'll start to come off your chest. We'll be giving you a bra to wear to help with this issue." "Is this really necessary?" I asked. "Yes. It's a vital part of the course," Yasmin replied. "Please open your robe." "But..." I began to reply "I've already seen it. Don't worry about it," Yasmin replied. I opened the robe. My cock was only flaccid. "Do you have a favorite shape?" Yasmin asked as she pressed a button that brought up an image on the TV across from me showing 9 different shapes. My cock started to stir. The boobs on TV were all C or D cups, my favorite. "I think #4," I said, choosing what I thought to be a nice round and full shape. "Not #6? I think #6, which has a little more heft and bounce to it, would work well on you, since you're so broad across the shoulders," Yasmin replied. "6 is nice, too. But so is #1," I said. "I'm a #1. But, as you can see, I'm fairly narrow in the shoulders. I think #1 would make you look flat chested," Yasmin replied. "I think, after all, that #6 is for me," I said. "A good choice," Yasmin said, opening a drawer. "I know you're a 38 from your wife. Here's your new set of boobs, and your first bra," she said, pulling out a black lace bra with flesh colored falsies. "I'll just put on the adhesive, and we'll get them on you," she said, pulling out a container from another drawer. Yasmin spread a stinging liquid on my now hairless chest, and then immediately placed the falsies on me. She held them tight, pressing her fingers around the edges for another minute or two. And then she let go and stepped back. "Perfect!" she cried out, handing me a mirror. They looked perfectly real, except for the very slight difference in color between them and my own skin. As I leaned forward I felt their weight. They were heavy. "Are real boobs this heavy?" I asked. "Yes, D cups are that heavy," she said. "D? You put D's on me?" I asked. "Your wife told us you liked her D's, so that's what you get. If your wife was an A, you'd probably get an A," Yasmin explained. Yasmin then showed me how to properly fit the bra. After doing it a few times, I was able to get the hang of it. "Close up the robe and let's go on to make-up," Yasmin said, pointing me out the door. A short walk away to another room, and I was being taught about foundation, rouge, mascara, false eyelashes, lip liner, and all kinds of cosmetic things. Two hours later, I was a pro at putting on my own make- up. With the make-up, hair, and boobs, I did look like a girl. As the final step of cosmetics, the make up artist sprayed me with Ralph Loren Romance perfume and handed me the bottle to add to my cosmetic bag. "So, did you enjoy your day at the spa, Chrissy?" Yasmin asked. "Some of it, but not most of it," I replied. "I like the perfume. Romance is my favorite!" Yasmin said. "She didn't give me a choice. She just sprayed it on me and then handed me the bottle," I said. "Well, you're now in for a treat. Your room, with your new wardrobe!" Yasmin said, almost giggly. Yasmin led me down the hallway, stopping in the middle. "Chrissy, girls sway a bit as they walk. Concentrate on putting all your weight on one foot as you step, then lightly step with the other and then shift the weight. And spread your feet apart a bit. And walk moving your feet to the center, not the outside." I walked for Yasmin. "A little wider dear. That's it," she said as I finally got some hip into the walk. She walked me around the building barefooted. I'm sure she did it to get the walk to be second nature, because I saw the same hallways several times. "Your room is #18. It's right here. There are no locks on any of the doors. There's a security system that alerts the attendent if a door is opened, and cameras in the hallway so he can see what's going on. Since we've taken your valuables, there's no reason for anyone to steal anything, so no reason for locks," Yasmin explained. The room was large and very pink. A 4 poster bed was prominent in the middle. A bathroom, also pink was off to one side. A closet held several dresses. On top of the bureau was a collection of jewerly. "I assume you'll need to use the bathroom before you get dressed for dinner," Yasmin said, pointing to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom, only to find there was no door. As I stood there in front of the toilet and began to open my robe to take a piss, I heard Yasmin say, "Girls sit," So, I removed the robe and sat to take the piss. My cock was a little painful, from the shaving, and touching it to point it into the bowl was unpleasant. The weight of the boobs was causing my back to hurt a little. I suppose it was obvious when I was finished, because Yasmin said, "And girls wipe themselves when done," as she stood there in the doorway watching me. So, I wiped my cock. I made sure she saw it, too, since it's obvious she wanted to. I picked up the robe off the sink, intending on putting it back on, but Yasmin corrected me, "Hang the robe on the hook by the door. Then, come on back in here," she said. "We have another kind of painful thing for you to endure. I need to pierce your ears," she said. "Pierce my ears?" I asked. "Don't worry, the piercings will grow back again later," she reassured me. She had me sit in a chair, then pulled out something that looked like a gun. Holding it to my right ear, she put my ear lobe against it and I heard a loud snap. My lobe was suddenly hot, but I didn't feel much else. She repeated it on the other side. "Would you like your nose, lip, bell button, or cock pierced while I have the gun out?" she asked with a smile. "No, absolutely not," I replied. She chose some dangly red earrings from the bureau. She showed me how to put them into the new holes in my ears. "You look good in red," she said. She opened a drawer and pulled out some panties. "You'll need to learn how to tuck to wear women's panties. I can show you, hands on, or I can explain it. Which would you prefer?" she asked. My cock was pretty firm at this point. "Hands on" I said, figuring at the very least she'd hold my cock, or maybe even jerk me off to get it soft. I was wrong. She gently took the end of my cock in her hand, and then grabbed my balls with the other hand and gave them a squeeze that caused me to scream. And, she didn't let go as I tried to escape her. "Calm down and stop trying to get away and I'll release you," she said softly. As I stood there crying, she let go of my now soft cock, defly pushed my balls up into my body, and tucked the cock over top. "See how easy it is?" I cried and agreed. "Now, you'll do it yourself" she said, as she released my cock. I did it myself. "A lot easier without the erection, isn't it?" she said, smiling. "Yes", I said, the tears now leaving me. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties that matched the bra. "Tuck yourself and put these on," she said. I was able to complete the assignment. She pulled out a thin black dress from the closet. "You'll put this on over your head." I put on the dress. It fit like a second skin. It was low cut, and my new boobs were prominently displayed. Yasmin handed me a red ruby necklace, which I put on. "You need to re-do your make up," she said, wiping the running mascara off my cheek. I sat down in front of the mirror and painstaking removed my make up and re-applied it. "And throw a bit of blush between your boobs on your skin. It'll make you look bustier and hide the seam between the falsie and your skin," she added. I felt like a fool, but did it. She then pulled out some strappy black heels from the closet. "I can't walk in those!" I said. "You need to try," she said, putting them on my feet. As I stood up, she said, "Walk normally. With heels, you're going to sway naturally." With her holding my arm, I was able to walk around the room without falling. 10 more minutes of it, and I felt confident I could walk to dinner in them. My ankles hurt. My calves hurt. I told her. "Welcome to being a woman," she replied, taking my arm to lead me out the door. Chapter 2: The First Night Yasmin and I sat down at a table for two in the dining room. There were several tables containing 3 couples or even 6 couples, but we were the only table of two. We had a lovely dinner. Yasmin imparted some fine points about dining as a woman. The biggest one had to do with how to handle messy foods and a low cut dress. After dinner, Yasmin led me back to Dr. Thomas's office. I sat down in the same chair. Yasmin sat down behind me, as she had done before. "I see you make a lovely woman," he said. "It's all Yasmin's doing," I said. "No, it's your doing. Tomorrow, we'll make you even prettier. Tonight, however, you need to learn your place as a woman. For that, I'm going to hand you over to Hans. You'll spend the next two hours with him, and then Yasmin will take you back to your room for the night." "Ok," I said, meekly. "Excellent. You should have no problem with Hans," he said. Yasmin led me to an adjacent room. In it was a large screen TV, a single recliner, and a HUGE guy with a remote control in his hand. He gestured at me, "Get me a beer, Bitch!" I looked at Yasmin. Yasmin pointed to a refrigerator not more than 10 feet away from the guy. I walked over and pulled out a can of beer. I handed it to him. "Not the hot stuff. Get me a cold one," he said, throwing the can at me and hitting me on the arm. As I advanced towards him, Yasmin took my arm and pointed to the refrigerator. It was obvious I was supposed to do as I was told. I went to the refigerator and rooted around to find a beer that was practically frozen. I handed it to him. He popped the top, letting the foam pour over his hand, took a swig, and then belched, loudly. "Bitch, get me something to clean this mess you made up." There was a roll of paper towels on the counter, so I handed them to him. "Bitch, it's your mess. You clean it up," he screamed, throwing the paper towels back at me. I was ready to punch him, when Yasmin again grabbed my arm. She whispered, "Just do it." I pulled off a few pieces and went over to wipe his hand and the arm of the chair. "Some spilled on pants, too," he said. I wiped his greasy pants. "I got somethin in there for you later, girl," he said. I recoiled. Yasmin took my arm again. "Just stand back here," she whispered. The football game was on. In fact, 9 football games were on, and he was rapidly switching back and forth between them. It was really frustrating me, as I had money on one of the games. After standing in the heels at the back of the room for 20 minutes, my calves were on fire. I shifted my weight around constantly for some relief, but there was none to be had. I stood patiently waiting Han's next command. "Chrissy, make me some of those nachos," Hans said, an hour into my ordeal. I looked at Yasmin, who pointed to the counter. I found the makings of nachos there, and did, what I thought, was a pretty good job making them up before handing them to Hans. "You know it's gotta be in a red bowl, or it's bad luck! Now the 49ers are gonna lose! You stupid bitch!" he screamed and threw the nachos all over me. I was covered from head to toe in salsa and pieces of chips. I wanted to really hurt him, but i just stood there and cried, like a girl. Yasmin brought me to the back of the room, and helped me clean myself up. Even though we were not at the end of the two hour window, she opened the door and we left Hans to his TV. Back in my room, Yasmin suggested I take a shower. She put the dress on a hanger when I removed it. "We'll wash that tomorrow," she said. The warm water felt good. The hair extensions stayed in. The boobs were a little strange to wash, since I didn't really feel them, just their weight. I mentioned it to Yasmin. She nodded approvingly. I wanted to jerk off in the shower, but Yasmin was literally right there in the bathroom. I couldn't do it without her seeing. As I left the shower, Yasmin was there with a towel. She towelled me dry, taking care to make sure everything was dry, including my cock, which had a raging erection. "There's one aspect of being a woman we haven't covered yet..." Yasmin began. I wondered what it could be. "And that's sex. Women can be the aggressor, but usually they aren't. They wait until the man indicates that he wants it. I can see that you probably need some relief," Yasmin said. "Ain't that the truth" I said, thinking maybe I might score with her. "I'm going to jump you foreword a little bit. Women like their clit sucked, just like men like their cocks sucked. They're quite similar, except the cock sprays come when it orgasms, while the woman's pussy contracts and releases rhythmically and excessively lubricates. Women like to be penetrated while they have an orgasm. They can feel that hard cock during the orgasm and it gives them a special thrill," Yasmin explained. "I knew that," I said. "Let me show you something," she said, pulling out her smart phone. "Here's a video cut-away of a pussy with a cock in it during orgasm," she said, showing me the phone. "See how the muscles of the vagina and anus contract at the same time? That's why the orgasm is so hard on a cock when it's inside her." "Yes, I can see that," I said. "Now, look at this video. It's of a man's orgasm," she said, showing me the phone. The anal muscles were contracting just like the woman's during orgasm. "See the similarity?" "Yes, I see," I said. "Now, let me show you a different male orgasm," she said, showing me the phone. A cock was pressed deep into the anus, and the orgasm was even stronger. "I see," I said. "I hope you realize what you just saw," Yasmin said. "No, I'm not sure," I said. "Orgasms can be intensified for both men and women by having something to squeeze against," Yasmin said. "WHAT are you suggesting?" I asked, fearing Hans would be opening the door any second. "This," she said, pulling a rubber plug from a drawer. It had a diamond shaped cross-section, was 1.5" in diameter in the middle, 0.5" at each narrow end, and was about 5" long. The end had a wide flange, obviously to prevent it from going fully inside. "is a butt plug. You put it inside you and you jerk off. The feeling will be intensified, and be somewhat like the feeling a woman has when she orgasms with a hard cock inside her." "I don't know. I never was really into that butt stuff," I said. "It's no big deal. I'll help you put it in. Then, you'll put on your night gown, and I'll leave. Whatever happens after that is, "don't ask, don't tell." "Night gown?" I asked "Every woman of quality wears lingere to bed, even if there is no one with her. Especially busty women, who need a little support during the night," Yasmin replied "That thing looks kind of big," I said. "It's about the same diameter as your cock, maybe even smaller. There might be a second of pain, because it's your first time taking a butt plug, but then the pain will disappear. We can use extra lubricant. I'm sure you'll enjoy your first orgasm as a woman," Yasmin said, stroking the butt plug. "So, you'll just stick it in me, like the doctor does during a prostate exam?" I asked "I'll be gentler. I promise," Yasmin said, pulling out a tube of lubricant. I leaned over the counter. I felt Yasmin's finger dab some lube on my rosebud and spread it around. "I'm going to push a little inside" she said as she pressed the tip of her finger into my ass. It slid fairly easily. "Are you ready for the plug?" she asked "I guess. Please be gentle," I said, holding my breath. "Breathe. When I say OUT, you breathe out," Yasmin said, as I felt something touch my rosebud. "OUT" I breathed out. My rosebud stretched around the rubber toy. She held me tight. "Breathe. It's half in. One more OUT and it'll be in," she said. I breathed. "Ready?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "OUT" she said. I breathed out. My ass blossumed open around the butt plug. It was painful. Yasmin pushed quickly, and then the pain disappeared. I could feel the plug being pulled inside. "There. It's in," she said, "How does it feel?" "I feel a bit full," I said. "And horny," she said, pointing to my hard cock, which had dripped pre- cum onto the cabinet. "You'll want to wipe that up." I swung my hard cock towards her. "Let me get your night gown," Yasmin said, walking from the room. I followed her, my boobs and cock bouncing in unison. She pulled out a red teddy. "You put this on over your head. The crotch has velcro. You can either tuck or not using this kind of night gown," She lifted it over my head. As it slinked down over me, she adjusted my boobs to fit into the cups. I looked at myself in the mirror. If you ignored my raging erection, I was a beautiful woman. "I'll leave you to this. If you should happen to soil the nightgown, there are others in the drawer. Make sure you rinse any cum out if you do soil it, since the cum will stain," and then she left. It took me 30 seconds to jerk my way to relief. I soiled the nightgown. As I was laying there, cum beads covering the front of the lace and my cock still twitching, Yasmin came back in. I quickly sat up, trying to cover my shame. "One last thing. You should leave the butt plug in overnight. That way, when you get up in the morning, or even in the middle of the night, you can re-live the experience. I know you'll want that, so I thought I'd mention it," she said, again leaving and closing the door. I laid back down and fell asleep. I vaguely remember waking, jerking off, and falling back to sleep several times. Chapter 3: Day 2 Starts, but I don't know what to expect! When the alarm rang at 8am, I had a raging erection, and jerked off again with only the smallest amount of cum escaping. The red teddy was stuck in spots to my body, and crusty in others. I hopped into the shower with it on, then peeled it off and tossed it into the sink, wet. As I was showering, the movement of my hips made the butt plug squirm around. It felt good in my ass, even when I wasn't having an orgasm. Could I be going gay? No, probably not. It's just a physiological reaction. When I exited the shower, Yasmin was there to dry me off. As she finished drying me, she noticed the butt plug still in my ass. "Does that hurt?" she asked. "No, not at all," I replied, truthfully. "Can you bend over?" she asked. I bent over the counter. I felt her fingers around the edge of the butt plug. "I'm going to pull it out a bit," she said. I felt some stretching, and then a little pain, and then an incredible openness of my ass. "How do you feel?" Yasmin asked. "Like I'm missing something back there," I said. "If you'd like, I'll put it back in?" she asked "Is it safe to have it in all day?" I asked "It is. When you have to poop, it'll be a bit messier, but you can leave it in all day without a problem. I do," she said. "You do?" I asked "Yes, I enjoy the feeling. It makes me feel sexy," Yasmin said. "Ok, then let's put it back in," I said. "Let me push some extra lube in first," she said, as I bent over the counter and presented my ass to her. "I have a tube of lube with a nozzle. I'll use that. You're loose enough that you might not even feel the nozzle." I felt something go into my ass, and then withdraw. Then, she pressed the butt plug in. It didn't hurt and felt pretty good once it was seated. I started to stand up. "Wait, I need to wipe you off," she said, running the towel over my ass. "There, you're all ready for your panties." "Not quite" I said, turning to show her my hard cock. "I'll leave you to take care of that, while I lay out your clothes for today," she said, leaving the bath room. I leaned back against the counter, in full view of the door, and jerked off while she got clothes out for me in the next room. I made sure to cry out when I orgasmed, so she'd know I did it. "Don't forget to wipe yourself!" she yelled from the next room. I wiped the cum off myself and the floor and then came into the bedroom. She handed me some white panties. I tucked and put them on. A matching white bra completed the undergarments. A loose fitting sun dress went on over my head, with sandals for my feet. After putting on my make-up, and a spritz of perfume, Yasmin gave me small earings, a bracelet, and a woman's watch. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could be any one of the millions of MILF's in the world. I looked good as a woman. "Ready to start your day?" Yasmin asked. "Yes. What's up for today?" I asked. "Shopping, a girl's favorite activity!" she said. A limousine was waiting and we were whisked off to the mall. There, I self consciously looked at various dresses, choosing one for tonight, and shoes, which seemed to be Yasmin's favorite accessory item. When we finally got the shoes, she took me to the lingerie department, where she had me choose a new 38D bra, and a lower cut red teddy. Four hours later, we were back at the Institute having lunch with some other girls. These were real girls. I could tell by their voices. I didn't speak, on Yasmin's orders. She introduced me as Chrissy from Bulgaria, who didn't speak, but could understand, English. The girls at the table talked incessantly about the men who were their, "guides". It was very interesting to me that they were talking about how endowed each man was, and how several of them, who apparently had stayed for more than a few days, were able to get men of greater endowment as they became used to a particular size. Of particular interest, one guy named Wellington was especially held in high regard by the women. The woman who currently had him as her guide referred to his cock as, "the size of a tree trunk" and said that when she went back to her husband, she'd be so loose that he'd have to live with blowjobs until her asshole regained some muscle tone. The other girls were in awe, as was I. It sounded like these guides were expected to sleep with their female guests. I nodded as I listened, but said nothing. After lunch, I asked Yasmin if it was expected that the guides would sleep with the guests. She said those girls were in a program to break frigidity, and they knew, going in, that they'd have to have a wide variety of sexual contacts over the course of their program. "So, should I expect you to sleep with me tonight?" I asked. "Yes, I'll be sleeping with you tonight," she said. My cock got stiff. "Really?" I asked "Yes, you're going to enter a new phase of the program," she said. "Tonght's my last night, though," I said. "I think there's some confusion. You signed you up for the 9 day program. You'll be here another week," she said. "Another week? Do I have to deal with Hans again?" I asked "No more Hans, but there will be things you'll not like, and things you'll love, and things that you thought you hated and now love," Yasmin said. "Such as?" I asked "This afternoon is another spa treatment," Yasmin said. "More waxing?" I asked "Legs this time. I think the shaving left you a bit stubbly. I think we'll re-glue your boobs as well," she said. So, off to the spa we went. The leg waxing wasn't as bad. My legs were absolutely smooth when Veronica finished. Yasmin took me to a different room for the boob re-glue. "Wait here. I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. I laid down on the table and fell asleep. When I woke up, there was Yasmin there. "Dr. Thomas suggested we use a stronger glue on you. It really stings, so I have some novocaine for you," she said, showing me a needle. "Ok" I said. Yasmin stuck my chest with the needle in two places. "Nighty night" she said. I fell asleep a few moments later. When I awoke my chest hurt, bad. I felt my boobs. The nipples itched, so I itched them. The pain was in my skin. I ran my fingers over my boobs. It somewhat relieved the pain. And then I realized it. I didn't have falsies. I had real boobs! "Yasmin! Yasmin!" I screamed, trying to get up from the table. A strap across my stomach held me down. I struggled with it. Yasmin rushed into the room. "What is it Chrissy?" "My boobs are REAL!" I screamed. "Of course they are," she said calmly. "They're supposed to be falsies. What happened?!?" I yelled. "We gave you real ones. Impants. Don't worry, we can take them out when you've completed the program," she said calmly. "Why did you give me real ones!?" I asked "Because the falsies don't really work the same. With real ones, you'll be able to feel things only a woman can feel," she said. "Now, lay back until the doctor comes and discharges you," she said. It was logical, but I didn't like it. I laid back. The doctor came in presently, and felt my boobs. He asked me to sit, stand, jump, and lean over. I immediately noticed a difference. The weight of the boobs made my nipples feel more alive. They also felt more a part of my body than the falsies. The doctor said I was ok to go back to my room. Yasmin helped me get dressed. Walking with the butt plug in, my cock tucked, and the amazing new boobs made me excited. My panties gave way as I walked down the hall towards my room, my cock springing out and tent poling the front of my sun dress. Yasmin must have noticed. "Your dress needs ironed. There's a big crease in the front of it," she said with a giggle. Back in the room, she suggested I shed the dress. I did. It took me about 3 seconds. She took hold of my cock and jerked me until I filled her other hand with cum. She looked me straight in the eye and then licked some cum from the palm of her hand. She closed her eyes and smiled. "It's yummy," and then she licked the rest up. "Um...." she said, and then she kissed me. I kissed back. She forced her tongue into my mouth. After a few moments, she broke the kiss. "Did you like that?" she asked. "Oh, yes," I said, thinking of how erotic it was for her to jerk me off and then lick up the cum. "So, you don't mind me putting my tongue in your mouth?" she said. "No, it was erotic. You have a very large tongue, by the way," I said. "My first boyfriend called it 'the anaconda'. Did you like the taste?" she said. "I didn't notice. I was enjoying the feel," I said. "You didn't notice the cum on my lips or in my mouth?" she asked. "No. Ick. I thought you swallowed it," I said. "I have now. How about we kiss some more?" she said. And we did, for a good 30 minutes. I tried to get her clothes off, but she kept turning and pushing my hands away. By the end, I had tamed the 'anaconda' tongue and she backed away. "It's time for dinner," she said, stepping back into her role as guide. "Tonight, I thought you might look pretty in the red dress you picked out this morning. With a red bra and panties, it'll look great. Plus, the red bra will somewhat hide the redness from the skin being stretched from the implants. I wore what she put out for me. Tonight we ate with women, plus their guides at a table for 12. Wellington was a little guy. More impressive was one of the other guides, a black man named Troy. Troy had to be 6'6" tall and looked like a body builder. The tiny asian woman who was with him was practically on his lap after a few drinks. After dinner, Yasmin took me to my room early. There, she had me put my dinner clothes away and change into a pink camisole. That left my cock and ass exposed. My cock was hard. "Before you go to bed, I need to change your butt plug," she said. "Why? It feels fine," I asked. "I felt it earlier today and it seems like it's a little loose. Because you're not wearing panties or a teddy to bed, I'm worried about leakage around the edges. So, I'd like to put in a tiny bit larger butt plug," she explained. We went to the bathroom. There, Yasmin removed the butt plug and used the nozzle to spray additional lube into my ass. "This is the old one. And this is the new one," she said, holding up two butt plugs. The, "new one" looked wider all around, but no longer. It would probably hurt going in. "Ok," I said, spreading my ass. "That's a great position there. Here we go...." she said, "and that's it," she said as it slid past the apex and was sucked into my ass. , "Any pain?" she asked. "No, none at all," I replied "Excellent," she said. I bumped my erection against her leg. "Do you need a hand with that?" she asked. "Yes, that would be nice," I replied. "You ready to meet the anaconda?" she asked. I leaned over and kissed her. The anaconda entered my mouth. Her hand gripped my cock. We made our way to the bedroom. I almost made it to the bed. I lost it a few feet away. Cum spayed against her leg. She stroked it. I continued to battle the anaconda in my mouth. She broke the kiss. Her fingers came to my mouth. "Taste this," she said. I sucked on her fingers. "Good girl," she said and then pushed me towards the bed. She fell on top of me. I felt her hands inside my camisole. She lifted it off, and began to lick on my nipples. "You're delicious" she said, between carresses. After a few minutes, she stood up and said she had to get ready for bed. She went into the bathroom. I slid up on the bed and fell asleep. I didn't remember her getting into bed at all. Chapter 4: Day 3 Morning Beckons I awoke tied over the edge of the bed, on my stomach, my legs widely parted with a cushion of some kind underneath my stomach. Yasmin leaned over and kissed me, forcing the anaconda into my mouth. "Sleep well?" she asked. "Yes, but what's this?" I asked, a bit alarmed. "This is this morning's training. We've reached a point where you're ready to learn how to fuck like a woman," she said. "I don't tie my wife up like this?" I said. "Chrissy, not everyone sticks to the missionary position. Today, you're going to learn how exciting it is to let someone enjoy your girlish pleasure hole in a doggy style," Yasmin said. "I'm not gay. I don't want to be fucked by a man," I begged. "Relax, you're not going to be fucked by a man. How does your ass feel right now?" she asked "Empty. You must have taken out the butt plug," I said. "I did. I'm going to replace it with a lifesize replica of Troy," she said as she reached into a box. I dreaded what I was about to see. Troy was a massive guy. He was probably hung like an elephant. Yasmin pulled a black dildo from the box. It was small, not even as large as my own cock. "That's Troy?" I asked, incredulously. "Taking steroids for years shrunk him. He's popular among the little girls," Yasmin giggled. "I can see that," I said, trying to joke my way out of this. "Why don't you untie me and I'll just lean over the counter for you?" I asked "Because it's not going to be me who is going to wear this. Veronica will be in shortly to give you a bit of a work out. I'll be here for moral support and to occasionally add some lube," Yasmin giggled. "Veronica, the girl from the spa?" I asked "Yes, that Veronica," she said. "She was hot," I said. "Good. I hope you enjoy her," Yasmin said, a little hurt. "Hey, I didn't mean..." I started to say when Veronica came in the door. She was wearing all black. "Oh, so we're doing Troy today? I was expecting Ron..." Veronica said to Yasmin. "She's just starting, but I think Troy is the best size for her," Yasmin said, handing the dildo to Veronica, who snapped it onto a peg coming out of the front of her pants. "Is she lubed?" Veronica asked. "Yes, I filled her with formula 12. She had a butt plug in last night with formula Z, so she should have no problem with Troy," Yasmin replied. "Formula 12. Excellent. You want an hour?" Veronica asked. "I think an hour should be enough," Yasmin replied. Veronica stepped behind me and pushed the dildo against my rosebud. "She seems like she should be taking Ron," she said as she slid the dildo deep into my ass. I shuddered. I could feel fluid running out of my cock. "She's already draining. I think we should switch to Ron," Veronica said. "No, keep her with Troy. She's dialated enough for Troy," Yasmin said. Veronica pulled back and began to fuck my ass. It felt really good. I came at least twice in the first 10 minutes, but maybe more. My cock was continuously pouring fluid out. "Stop for a moment. She looks parched," Yasmin said. She held a cup to my mouth. "It'll be a little salty and a little sweet. It's like gatoraide. Drink it down," she said. I drank. It was salty and sweet, and quite refreshing. It was my cum. I recognized the taste. Veronica began to fuck me with abandon. I'm pretty sure she came herself. Towards the 45 minute mark, I was given another cup of the tasty stuff. It revived me. Even though my ass felt like it was on fire, I was moving it back against Veronica. Yasmin was touching my nipples and pushing her anaconda tongue into my mouth. I came, for what had to be the 10th time. I heard Veronica ask if she could switch to Roger, but Yasmin broke our kiss and told her that the hour was up. When Veronica removed Troy from my ass, my ass hung open and felt like it was missing something important to have. Veronica showed me Troy. The dildo was glistening with lube, blood, and shit. She put it back in the box. "Yasmin will pack this with your stuff to take home as a souvenir," Veronica said. "I have something for your love hole," Yasmin said, as she stepped behind me. I felt a cloth wiping my ass and balls. Then, I felt a nozzle and a cool fluid flow into my ass. The fire disappeared from my ass, replaced with a nice soothing sensation. And then, she slid in a large butt plug. It might have been painful, but I don't remember. What I do remember was Yasmin untying me and laying me down on my back on the bed. It was several hours later, lunch time, before I woke up. Chapter 5: Lunch with the girls "I noticed you don't breathe like a girl," Yasmin said as I was waking up. "What do you mean?" I said. "Girls breathe by moving the top of their chests. Boys breathe from their stomach," she said. "I suppose I could learn that?" I asked "And, another thing. You're a V shape. Men prefer their women hourglass or pear shaped. To appreciate what's necessary to get that, we'll kill two birds with one stone. Your breathing and the shape can be controlled by a corset," she said, almost giggling. "A corset?" I asked "I know you're familiar with them. You have your wife wear one occasionally for sex," she said. "I know what a corset is. I was just wondering whether you meant the kind with cups for these (holding my boobs) or not?" I said. "The ones without cups are for sex or very low cut gowns. You're going to lunch, so you'll be wearing one with cups," Yasmin said, pulling a flesh covered corset from a drawer. With great effort, she got me into it. I found it difficult to breathe, until Yasmin reminded me to breathe from the top of my chest. It was tight around my middle. Yasmin handed me a pair of white panties, which I put on, tucking everything in place. "There. Now take a look at yourself," Yasmin said, pointing to the full length mirror. My body looked pretty good. I now had a more girlish shape, with a real waist and hips. My boobs were very prominent. "My hair and make up are a mess," I said. "Let me show you something," Yasmin said, pulling out a pair of 2" wedge heels. Bending down, she put them at my feet. "Step in" I stepped into the wedges. "Now, turn around," Yasmin said. I turned around and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. My rear view was 100% woman. I had tight calves, a small, but lightly rounded pantied ass, and a great shape courtesy of the corset. If I was following some woman who looked like this, I'd want to bend her over and take her right then and there. "Nice," I said. "Fuckable," Yasmin said, winking at me. "How about this dress for lunch?" she asked, holding up a fitted sun dress with blue flowers on it. "That's fine," I said, wiggling into it as she held it over my head. "This one has a little cord to tighten it around the middle. See it here?" Yasmin asked "Yes, I see that," I said. "We'll just tighten it a bit to show off your waist, ok?" Yasmin asked "Sounds good," I said. "You'll need your hair re-done this afternoon. It's a bit of a mess. I'll see what I can do for you now so you can go to lunch. Sit down here in front of the mirror," Yasmin said. Yasmin combed and brushed my hair. When she was done, it looked less like, "bed hair" and more like it did when it came from the spa. I re- applied my make up. "I think we can skip the spa. Your hair combed out fine," Yasmin said. "Your face is still smooth, too," she added, as she ran her fingers over my cheek. We went to lunch. We sat down at a table of women, some of whom I knew from before, and some I didn't know. Yasmin introduced me as Chrissy, who understood, but didn't speak English. As they went around the table introducing themselves, I nodded. "Girls, Chrissy here had her first anal lover this morning," Yasmin said. I turned bright red. Some of the girls clapped. Others smiled and nodded. "She had Troy for an hour!" Yasmin added enthusiastically. The girls, "Wooped", except for the asian girl who was with Troy the previous dinner. "Troy can't last more than 10 minutes when he fucks me," she said. "That's because you just graduated from Ron," a blonde said. "No, actually, it's because Chrissy's on a special program. Her significant other didn't want her passed from man to man, so she's experiencing the men as dildos molded from their cocks. Veronica from the spa used a strap-on Troy for Chrissy's enjoyment." "It's a shame you can't experience the real thing. It's so much better than rubber," a swarthy brunette said. "Especially if you have to go an hour instead of just making the guy cum. I couldn't imagine going an hour with Duncan when I first had him," the redhead said. "I'm going to move her up to Roger tomorrow. As much as she loved Troy today, I think he was a bit small for her," Yasmin said. "I started with Eb. It was days before I could go to Ron, and then days more before I could go to Troy," the asian girl said. "I started with Ron, and switched to Troy the next day. I only had two days of Troy, and then I switched to Roger. Three days of Roger, and then I went to Duncan. Duncan's still a bit painful, even after a week," the redhead said. "I started with Troy for a week. I didn't want to give him up, but they switched me to Duncan. I didn't even get Roger. Now, after 3 weeks, I'm up to Ezekial. He's a real ass-full," the pale brunette joked. The other girls laughed. "How big is Ezekial?" the asian girl asked. The brunette held her fingers apart. "Even Troy is bigger than that..." the asian girl started to say "That's how thick he is, not how long he is. He's this long," she said, holding her hands about 8" apart. "Oh my Lord!" the asian girl exclaimed. "Wow! That sounds like fun!" the redhead said. "Chrissy doesn't know about the names. The men's names aren't their real names. They're given names that are based upon the thickness of their cock. That's why there are multiple Rogers and Duncans and some others. There's also a Long variety of each. For example, Long Roger," Yasmin said. I looked at her blankly. "So, who is the smallest guy, Mr. A?" the redhead asked "It's Eb. 2 letters. He's 3/4 of an thick. Ron is one inch. Troy is an inch and a quarter. Roger is an inch and a half, the most common size of American men. Duncan is one and 3/4 inches, the second most common size of American men. Ezekial is two whole inches. And so forth, to Wellington, 10 letters, making him 2 and a half inches across," Yasmin explained. "No one bigger than that?" the redhead ask, laughingly "Not at present. At one time, we had a guy who was 13 letters, 3 and a quarter inches across. We called him 'Rectal Wrecker', because of what he did. After you had him, you had to wear diapers. So, we let him go," Yasmin said. "Oh my Lord!" the asian girl exclaimed, again. "It's an interesting fact that women who had him usually came back for a second course, in anal fisting," Yasmin added. There was a short pause while everyone at the table let that sink in. "You don't offer an anal fisting class! You're joking!" the redhead exclaimed. Yasmin laughed. "Yes, I'm joking. Wellington is the largest we offer. The RectalWreker is only called into service once or twice a year, and only for very special cases." I gave a big sigh of relief. The other girls laughed and sighed themselves. "Who is wearing a butt plug today?" Yasmin asked, holding up her hand. I meekly held up my hand, as did all the other girls. "Who is wearing a big butt plug today?" Yasmin asked, holding up her hand. The asian girl and the swarthy brunette dropped their hands. I kept mine up. I looked at the swarthy brunette. She figured out my look and said, "I'm still at Ron." "Who is looking forward to a good anal work out this evening?" Yasmin asked, keeping her hand up. The other girls giggled and all held up their hands. I left mine up for fear of being embarassed if I put it down. "And who is going to come from their anal work out this evening?" Yasmin asked, keeping her hand up. There were a lot of giggles, and not a hand went down. The rest of the lunch was primarily a discussion about shoes and purses. After lunch, Yasmin took me back to my room. "Now, you're going to clean. You'll start with your room. This is an activity that all women take part in, and which most men aren't aware of what it entails. I have had the cleaning supervisor put the necessary items in the bathroom for you to use. At the end of your cleaning, she will come back and grade your work. If you get anything less than a C, you will be subjected to corporal punishment. If you get a C, you'll clean another room. If you get a B, you'll go to the spa. If you get an A, you'll go to the spa, and then shopping," Yasmin said. "I know how to clean" I bragged. "Take off your pumps and dress. You don't want to get them dirty," Yasmin instructed. I took off the shoes and dress. I looked good in the corset and panties. I started my cleaning with the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I moved to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, I told Yasmin that I was done. "You are not. Your bed is wrinkled. The toilet paper end isn't folded. The towels in the bathroom are not at a uniform height. The top of the dresser has your jewelry in a jumble. Your closet is a mess. Try again," Yasmin said. I spent the next 30 minutes doing a superior job addressing all the shortcomings, until Yasmin was satisfied. "Do you think it's an A effort?" I asked "I've never seen anyone get an A or B on their first try," she said. "Is it a D or F?" I asked. "I don't think so. Do you want to see the cleaning supervisor now to find out?" she asked. "We might as well," I said, with a certain amount of trepidation. Yasmin got out her phone and made a call to, "Gertrude". A few minutes later, an older woman appeared. She immediately went to the bathroom. Yasmin gestured I should stand in the door to the bathroom. "This will just not do. Look here! Under the toilet seat! Urine Stains! And here, a hair on the counter!" Getrude chided. She stepped into the shower. "The escunchion around the water valve has water spots, as does the shower nozzle," She stepped out of the shower. "The floor has water drops," She gestured I should move out of the way. "The bathroom is a D. Shall I continue to the bedroom?" she asked. "No, I'll have her re-do the bathroom before you come back," Yasmin said. "I counted 12 things to be corrected in the bathroom. Am I to administer the punishment, or will you be doing that?" Gertrude asked. "You can administer the punishment after she re-cleans the room," Yasmin said. I stood there dumbfounded. "Close your mouth and get in there and clean!" Gertrude commanded, and then she left. I cleaned everything she saw in the bathroom, and even more. When I moved to the bedroom, I even dusted over the door, and moved the bed to vacuum underneath. 90 minutes later, I told Yasmin I was done. Yasmin called Gertrude. Gertrude went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out. "Bathroom A". She then went around the bedroom. "The sheets are not even with the duvet. There is a crusty stain on the duvet on the front. You obviously don't clean up after yourself. The corner, here, has dust on the base board. You should use a Q tip to clean that. Bedroom C," and then she went to the closet. "Closet B. Overall grade C. You will clean Troy's room for practice. Corporal punishment will be cumulative," Gertrude said. I moaned. Yasmin made a motion with her hand to shut up. "I shall see your work in Troy's room in 2 hours," Gertrude said, as she left. Yasmin took me to Troy's room. It was a very small room. Stuff was EVERYWHERE. I was scared. This guy was a complete slob. I dove right in and put away the clothes, emptying every drawer and re-folding everything after dusting the inside. I then tackled the bureau and night stand. They cleaned up with a lot of polish. I stacked his body building magazines on top of the night stand in an absolutely parallel to the edge of the night stand manner. I shined the bed posts. I put on new sheets, taking care to align them properly. His bathroom wasn't as bad as I expected, but it was bad. Apparently, Troy shaves his pubic hair in the sink. I was about to go through the room looking at everything again when Gertrude came in. "Two hours have elapsed," she said, and walked into the bathroom. I held my breath. "Pubic hair in the shower drain. Bathroom B. Finger prints on the door frame. Shoes not in closet. Bedroom B. Closet A. Much better, Chrissy," Gertrude said. I smiled. "After dinner, then, for her punishment?" Yasmin asked. "No, I think she should do it before dinner," Gertrude said. "Very well. We'll go back to her room," Yasmin said. I walked, head down, between Gertrude and Yasmin, a sense of dread hovering over me. Once in my room, I was instructed to open my mouth. Gertrude placed a rubber ball in my mouth, with a string that tied around my head. I couldn't close my mouth, nor could I make any noise. Yasmin took my arms and lifted them over my head. A set of velco cuffs were put on my wrists. A ring between the cuffs was then fitted over a hook on the top of the 4 poster bed. I faced the post. "12 is the number of demerits, if I recall correctly?" Gertrude asked Yasmin "Yes, 12," Yasmin said glumly. "Young lady, you're to receive 12 minutes of punishment. You may find this exciting, or you may find this painful. Be aware that whatever the case, I will not stop until the full 12 minutes have elapsed," Gertrude said. I clenched my ass. I was awaiting her using a crop or whip or something. Instead, I felt a feather. It touched my back, and then my legs. It travelled all over me. It was a little ticklish. After a few minutes, it began to hurt a little, because I was clenching the muscles near where it touched to avoid laughing. By the end of 12 minutes, my muscles hurt almost everywhere. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Gertrude said. With the gag in my mouth, I could say nothing. I nodded. "The next time, I will use a crop. Take this as a warning to always get an A when cleaning your room," Gertrude said as she removed the gag. I nodded. And then she smacked my ass with a crop. I screamed. "Just so you know what to expect," she said, as she left the room. "That went better than I expected," Yasmin said, as she undid the cuffs to free me. "My ass!" I said. "Is beautiful in those panties," Yasmin said, and then began laughing. I laughed too. Chapter 6: Dinner on the third day Getting ready for breakfast or dinner typically involves me getting a shower, removing my butt plug, evacuating my bowels, cleaning myself out using a disposible douche, re-lubing the same butt plug, and putting it back in before getting dressed. Yasmin stands there and watches me. Sometimes she'll tell me what I'm doing wrong. Other times she'll let me do it wrong so I can figure it out myself. Tonight, I removed the butt plug, which was encased with shit, and put it aside on a piece of toilet paper while I performed the rest of my evacuation and cleaning. When I went back to clean off the butt plug, I realized it was a different shape than the previous one. It was more like an egg, and the section that was between the fat part of the egg and the flared base was pretty wide. As I sat there looking at it, it was no wonder that my cleaning procedure was getting messier. My ass didn't close well for the douche anymore, and it dribbed out as I sprayed it in. "Yasmin, this butt plug, while completely comfortable, is causing my ass to stay open," I said. "If you don't want to wear it, you don't have to," she replied. "I kind of like it, but couldn't I use a smaller one?" I replied "To go back to a smaller size, you'll need to not wear one for a day. Do you want to not wear a butt plug to dinner?" Yasmin chided me. "Are you going to do that hand raising thing you did at lunch again, asking who is wearing a big butt plug?" I said. "I will, if you don't wear it," Yasmin said. I lubed it up well, and slid it into my ass, without saying another word. It DID feel good to be full, I admit. Yasmin chose a sharkskin colored dress for me. It was cut pretty low. "You'll have to wear the corset without the cups with this dress. And, you'll have to go braless. I don't think that'll be a problem, will it?" she asked "No, I don't think so. I noticed a bit of extra sag in my boobs since yesterday. Is that normal?" I asked "Completely normal. Your skin will stretch a little the first few days, giving them a very normal and womanly sag," she replied, "And, let me say they look FABULOUS!" she added. I blushed. "Thanks," I said, tucking myself into my panties. Yasmin picked up the cup-less corset. "Let me help you with this," she said, putting it around me. "Snap the front snaps and then I'll lace up the back," she said. "This is kind of tight. Can you let out the strings a bit?" I asked. "They're all the way out. Oh, it looks like they sent you two different sizes. This one is a size smaller than the other one. But, I think we can get it to fit. Breathe in and then snap it," she instructed. I took a mighty breath, from the top of my chest and succeeded in snapping the front of the corset closed. When I exhaled, nothing moved. I was encased. "I need to tighten up the bottom a bit," Yasmin said, pulling the rear lacing. "I can barely breathe," I whispered. "Just a bit more.... There! All done!" Yasmin said, as she tied off the back. "Take a look in the mirror." I walked over to the full length mirror. I had a waist over my thin hips. My boobs WERE fabulous. "Looks good to me," I said. "Dress, shoes, and then do your make up. I'll be back in a few minutes to take you to dinner," she said, as she exited the room. I attended to all those, and even took a moment to clean the bathroom counter of water spots, before Yasmin returned. Dinner was uneventful. We ate with a group of women and their escorts. I smiled a lot, but said nothing. The waitress, Tracey, told me how stunning I looked in the dress. After dinner, Yasmin told me I had an appointment with the Doctor. I assumed it was Dr. Thomas. When she turned down the hallway to the surgical wing, I knew it wasn't. "Yasmin, which doctor am I going to see?" I asked "The plastic surgeon who did your boobs. He needs to do a follow up to see that everything is where it should be. I called him while you were getting dressed and mentioned you noticed some sag," she replied. We arrived at the room, and she opened the door. This room was like any other doctor's exam room. "Nice to see you again Chrissy. Everything ok with the implants?" he asked. "I noticed some sag," I replied. "It's probably perfectly normal, but let's take a look. You can just push the dress off your shoulders. There's no need to remove it," he said, reassuringly. I did as he requested, holding my dress in my hands at my waist. He looked, got out a ruler, did some measurements, told me they were perfectly symmetrical, made a comment about how excellent his work was on them, felt them (which, I have to say was interesting), and lifted them with his palms. "Chrissy, the sag is perfectly normal. There's no need for concern. I do see, however, that your navel is a bit infla