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I had decided it was time, finally, to try the experiences I had dreamed of my whole life. I had been a secret crossdresser since I was a child, and had hidden this side of me from my wife and children. The last few years of my marriage had been empty, staying together mainly for the kids and a kind of inertia. But now, they had grown up, married and left the area. I knew I would only see them infrequently. With their departure, my wife and I quickly came to the realization that we were better suited to live apart, and the divorce had been quick and amicable. So finally alone, I could consider doing what I thought about many times. My needs were simple, and with the accumulated time, I could retire with enough of a pension to cover my expenses. So the next step was to make the changes I wanted. The first steps were easy. Shaving, really shaving, everywhere; allowing my hair to grow longer; taking care of my nails and experimenting more with makeup and clothes; all of this was easy to do and fun. I liked the new way I looked, so I began to diet and swim regularly. The lost weight and toning gave me a nice slim silhouette, more feminine in appearance. The next steps would be more permanent, and more expensive. I had looked at myself for 50 years, seeing what I would change if I could, what would make me more feminine or at least androgynous if nothing else. I had a list of changes that a good plastic surgeon could do. It wouldn't be inexpensive, but I decided it would be worth it to me. With some searching online and recommendations from some girls in transgender forums, I selected a potential surgeon. He lived about six hours away (which would give me more privacy), was highly respected, and handled a lot of gender-related patients. I went to his web site and using his email connection, detailed some changes I wanted to have and asked if this would be possible. Within a business day, I had a response and it was highly encouraging. He invited me to a consultation, at no cost, saying he couldn't promise anything without seeing the work in person. I was thrilled, so I called his office the next day and was able to make an appointment for two weeks later. That would give me time to send them my medical history and make hotel arrangements near his office. I hadn't been nervous until I entered his office. The reality was facing me now. I was going to describe what I had in mind and admit to another person that I had a more feminine side, a much more feminine side. Luckily I had an early appointment and soon was in a one of his examining rooms. The nurse took me back to the room, had me fill out some forms, and measured my height, weight, blood pressure, the usual stuff. Then she told me to undress, so she could take some photos for the doctor to use on his imaging screen; she gave me a beige stretchy g- string for modesty. She left so I could disrobe and I quickly removed my clothes. The g-string felt a little odd, but it was better than nothing. She soon returned, and had me stand in front of a screen where she took photos of my face and body, from the side, rear and front. She then gave me a short robe and said it would only be a few minutes to the doctor came to see me. This is when I really began to have second thoughts about what I was doing, but I just reminded myself of how long I had dreamed of these changes. When the doctor came in, I was a little surprised. I had seen his photos on his website, so I knew he was a black man. But he was taller than I expected with a broad chest and his face was more handsome in person than in the photo. He wore a suit and tie, partially covered with a white lab coat. He introduced himself as Dr. Morris and we made some small talk as he pulled up my photos on a computer screen that sat near the examining table. Finally, he turned to me, told me he had looked at my application, but wanted me to detail what changes I had in mind. I had to steady myself a bit but then began to tell him what I wanted. "I've always seen myself inside as different from the way I appear outwardly. I have a more feminine self image and want to take some steps to look the way I feel. Not that these are drastic changes, but more to soften my appearance. First I'd like to smooth out some of my face, remove the acne scars from my youth and some of the wrinkles I've gotten lately. Also I want to straighten my nose, removing the bump to give it more of a classic look. Finally I like to have some injections in my lips to give them a bit more shape and plumpness. " As I listed these changes, Dr. Morris manipulated the photos on the screen to immediately reflect what I had in mind. As I saw how these modifications would change my appearance I became exited and emboldened to outline what I wanted done to my body. "As far as changes to my body, despite my attempts to tone up and lose weight, I still have fat around my waist. I'd like to have liposuction for that. Make it smooth and trim. Then with that fat, I'd like you re- inject it to make my butt a little bigger. If possible, I'd also like to have some fat inserted right above my genital area, sloping up toward my belly button to create a more feminine look to that area." The doctor didn't say anything at first, but made the changes on screen. The results looked like I had in mind and to see it made me want it even more. Finally, he looked up from the screen. "I think I understand what you want, but let me examine you first and then we can talk about options. Stand up and remove your robe." He stood before me and lightly began to feel my body. He ran his fingers across my nose and softly stroked my skin and lips. His fingers were soft, smooth, so that it was almost like being stroked by a velvet cloth. His touch was very reassuring. Moving down my body, he pinched the fat around my waist and turned me around to assess my butt. He asked me if I wanted to remove the fat under my breasts, but I shook my head no. The whole process was both exciting and embarrassing as well. Turning me back around, he pulled down the g-string and manipulated my cock and balls, a move that surprised me a bit. Finally, he indicated that he was done and made some notes on the text files associated with my screen photos as I put my robe back on. As he finished, he turned and smiled. "I definitely can help you get the look you want. You obviously have a more feminine image of yourself in mind, but I think we need to really assess if the changes you described will produce the results that you imagine. I also want to be sure how far you'd like to go. You've not mentioned hormone therapy, although in your application you indicated you didn't want that because of possible effects on your sexual desire and male genitals. I'm assuming you want to stay with that, so what I'll suggest will just be surgical. First for your face, I can give you the smooth skin you want with a dermal peel and a little filler, but would suggest a little more work for the other modifications. I think the slope of your nose should be a little concave and the flare of your nostrils should be reduced; these changes would give you a smaller, much more feminine nose. The injections for your lips would only make a minor and temporary change, but I can insert silicon pads to give you the plumpness that you described. Another feature of the feminine face is a rounded or pointed chin. Luckily you do not have a long chin, so we won't need to reduce your jaw length, but can just added a small pad at the tip of your chin to adjust it from a square masculine appearance to a rounder feminine one. Finally, you didn't mention it, but your eyes are starting to show some age, with drooping lids and wrinkles. A small eye lift will fix those, making you look about 10 years younger, and open them with a raised, more feminine look for your brows." As before, he made these changes on screen. The result was certainly more noticeable and I really liked how his suggestions improved my appearance, especially the eyes. I would be more feminine, but I was willing to take that step. I told him those were okay and I reconfirmed my decision on hormones. "Your suggested changes to your body will also need a bit more work to be as effective as you want. I know the love handles around your waist seem like a lot of fat, but in reality there would be very little available for injection elsewhere and more times than not, injected fat is just absorbed by the body. So, I'll just lipo those which should give you a nice narrow waist. Instead of injecting fat in your buttocks, there is a curved silicon pad that will fit across each cheek onto your side to give you some added width to your hips as well as a rounder more pronounced buttock. I have used these before and they produce a very feminine lower torso. Your request for the pubic mound or Mons Venus is more unusual. That is a typical feature for females, and I have done this for some sex reassignment surgeries over the years. Again, I can use a small silicon insert to fill out that area. I know you think these changes will increase your feminine appearance, but I suspect that afterwards you may be disappointed. It is easy to imagine the change as more noticeable than it would really be. So, I'd like to suggest a couple of enhancements that will push you toward a more convincing female form. First, since you don't want me to remove your breast fat, I think a couple of breast implants would be desirable. Without them, you would neither look feminine nor masculine across your chest. I can insert some smaller implants, appropriate for your body size, which will give you more projection and shape. Second, your desire for a pubic mound tells me you want feminine looking genitals as well. I can give you a look that is totally female, but will still allow erections and male ejaculations. Basically, I push your testicles up into your body cavity and use some permanent silk sutures to hold them in place. They will continue to function, although your sperm will be infertile, and can be dropped back into your scrotal sac in the future if desired, just by removing the stitches. Once they are in place inside you, I can pull the scrotal sac forward, and anchor it there around the base of the penis using more silk sutures. This creates folds that resemble a woman's inner labia. Then by inserting silicon rods under your skin just outside of this I can create raised ridges that will fully resemble a woman's outer labial folds. With the labia in place, I merely push the penis back into itself, partially inside you, and use a removable metal ring to keep it retracted. The ring will be attached inside your new false labia with surgical stitches; normally the ring can be separated but while everything heals I'll suture it shut. After healing, the center stitches can be removed and the ring can be opened and then closed with a small lock. That will allow you to protrude your penis, reach an erection and have intercourse or masturbate. However, when the penis is retracted and the ring locked, you will have a very passable female appearance everywhere. It allows you to urinate even when locked, sitting just as any female would. I have used this often for my male to female transgender surgery patients when they are beginning transition but have not completed the final surgery. I guarantee you will be pleased with these last two surgery options and if you are not I will remove them with no charges for any of the work. As part of the work we will do laser hair removal around your genitals, so when it is tucked everything will remain smooth. I'd also suggest laser removal for your beard. Because you have such extensive surgery planned, this will be free of charge as well." Dr. Morris had been crafting these changes onto my screen image as he talked. The changes he suggested were amazing. The photo now looked very feminine, although it was easy to imagine that with the right clothes the changes would not be obvious if I wanted a male appearance. I felt excited but a little anxious, but I agreed to his suggestions. He seemed really pleased that I liked his suggestions, and then told me that the finances could be worked out on payment schedule to meet my needs. Also, he said the price would include a week stay at his clinic where I would get assistance from the nurses for the roughest part of my recovery. Then I was welcome to stay at his recovery ranch, a group of 12 cabins along a river just outside of town. There I could finish my recovery of five weeks and adjust to my new appearance. He said in his business that most of his clients needed some adjustment period. The cost would be minimal; he joked it was luxury class accommodations at a Motel 6 price. When he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted, I didn't hesitate. I was finally ready to be me. The next few weeks flew by. I made one more visit to his clinic where I had my initial laser hair treatment and the chemical peel. The peel looked just like bad sunburn and it was pretty much healed by the time I came back for the real surgeries another two weeks later. I had brought everything they suggested, although I was a little mystified by some of the items on the list. I understood the private toiletries, even the panties and cosmetics for afterwards. But they also listed stockings, the kind you used with garters, in various colors and several pairs of heels. Checking into his clinic, it felt like Christmas Eve. I was so excited I couldn't sleep. When the nurses came to prep me I felt an exhilarating mix of anxiety and excitement. It lasted until the anesthetic put me under. I vaguely remember waking up after the surgery. The nurses kept asking me questions and got me upright in bed. Once I had recovered fully from the anesthetic, I was wheeled back to my private room to recover. The first few days were nothing more than extended periods of rest, heavy doses of pain killers and nurses checking my vitals and changing out IV bags. Dr. Morris had used a catheter on me and because my lips had been enlarged they kept the nutrition flowing just through IVs, limiting me to ice and water. I had four small drains where fluids from my waist and new breasts were collected. I couldn't really see what how I looked as there were no mirrors in the room and my bandages were quite thick. The nurses did make me walk a little each day, although the very slow shuffling I managed barely qualified as walking. Dr. Morris came by each day to examine his work and seemed pleased how things were going. Even the nurses commented on how well everything looked. After four days, I had recovered enough to switch to real food and the nurses said I could take a bath after Dr. Morris removed my bandages. The first bandages the doctor removed were on my face. He removed the packing from nose, unwound the wrap around my eyes, and peeled the tape off the outside of my nose. He gingerly touched my skin and had a broad grin on his face. Next, he had me stand up. One of the assisting nurses helped him undo my constricting body garment that was being used to hold the implants in place as well as compress my waist where the fat was removed. Again he smiled and nodded his head as he softly touched the areas and checked sutures on the small cuts made during surgery. I had stopped draining so he gently removed the tubes. Finally he checked out my redesigned genitals and removed the catheter. Once he was done, he stood up, made a few comments to the nurses and told me that the work had come out even better than he had hoped. My recovery was ahead of schedule and I would be able to go from the clinic to his recovery resort. With that he told me to enjoy my bath and left to see another patient. I couldn't have been more nervous. The nurse had taken me from my room to a large bath where I was going to soak in a tub and wash up. But first she was going to let me see the changes. I almost gasp out loud as she held up the mirror so I could see my face. I looked like I had lost a fight. My nose and eyes looked black and blue. My whole face seemed like a puffy mess, but especially my lips. They looked huge. I couldn't help but touch them. But I had to assure myself that once the swelling went down, everything would look good. I could already tell that my skin was smooth. My eyes were much younger looking and had a wider, open appearance. I was surprised at how much of an arch the surgery had given my brows. Even without makeup, they looked completely feminine. The added bit to my chin also gave my whole face a softer more feminine shape. Next the nurse told me to come over to the wall mirror and remove the robe. I was almost afraid to look. I dropped the robe as I stood in front of the mirror. The reflection I saw looked so different it didn't seem to be mine. I saw a form with a very narrow waist balanced by large breasts on top and wide hips below. I couldn't decide what to look at first. My eyes were drawn to my new breasts. Dr. Morris had said he would use his judgment to select a size appropriate for my frame to reflect a modest increase. But my chest was now very large, jutting forward. Again I had to feel them, and they were tender and felt swollen. Next I looked down to where my cock used to hang. Now there was nothing, but a tight slit swollen and sutured. The pubic mound was just as I had envisioned, but the lack of a cock and balls was scary. I ran my hand over the slit until I felt the head of my cock pressed against the small metal ring. Further down I could feel the end of each ball, tightly sutured inside me. I knew they would still be there, but since they were not in sight I felt relieved to confirm it. Turning to the side I saw my new bottom, jutting out behind. Again it was more than I expected. It seemed to stick out as much as my new breasts did in front. All I could do was slowly turn around looking at myself. Finally I heard a little chuckle from the nurse who had been watching me. She told me I needed to bathe and then I could have more time to look. Once I slid into the water, I realized how sore and soiled I was. I softly washed my new body and face with a small sponge. It was like a dream come true to feel the feminine curves of my new body. The nurse came over and sat by me and I asked her some questions about the surgery. She answered as best as she could and then told me about keeping certain areas really clean, especially my constructed genitals. Dr. Morris had put in a couple of large metal staples to hold the outer labia close together. Once they were anchored in place, after about four weeks, he could remove the staples and the slit would open up a little. I asked her if I could shave some parts of my body, as I could see hair growing back on my legs, across my chest and underarms. She said I could, but if I was interested she could line up some laser hair removal for those areas too. Once I transferred to the resort, they would do such treatments for only a minor charge. I got out and dried off. Even then I took the time to examine my new shape. I slipped on a new body garment to keep my new shape tightly bound. This was the pattern for the next few days. I was healing quite well and I was pleased overall, but still could not totally accept my large breasts, puffy lips, and high arching brows. I couldn't see how I could look masculine with these changes. I was to see Dr. Morris in his office soon and wanted to talk with him about these changes. The nurse had told me I was to see Dr. Morris that afternoon and suggested I take a nice bath and even have an enema that morning. I wondered about the enema, but she said he would explain during the exam. The clinic provided a nice robe and a matching set of kitten heel slippers to wear to his office. I entered his office and as always he was very personable. He asked me about how I felt, any pain, or uncomfortable feelings. As I answered he made some notes on his laptop. Looking up he asked me to remove my clothes. I slipped off the robe and began undoing all the hooks and zippers on the compression garment, until I stood before him totally nude. He asked me to walk toward the door, away from him and then back. It felt rather odd to be nude, walking in the heels, being watched by a man. When I came back to the desk, he stood up and came to me. He slowly ran his fingers over my body touching my waist where he removed my love handles. He placed his hands on my breasts, grasping each one from the bottom, hefting them as if checking the implant inside. He slowly rubbed his thumbs across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth until they sprouted out. "Very nice, I like to see some response in the nipples, especially if I have enhanced them as I have yours. During surgery I saw that your nipple would be small compared to your new breast size. So I added a silicon plug within each nipple that gave it more projection. As you heal the response will get quicker and more pronounced. Eventually they will protrude with any emotional or environmental trigger and because of the implant will stick out very noticeably. After they heal completely, we can tattoo the areola to make it larger using a light pink ink that will match your natural color. Your breast implants look like they are settling in too. They will remain high on your chest for several months, but will gradually drop and appear much more natural." Smiling again, he softly touched my face, feeling where the stitches were and tracing the implants in my lips. Suddenly, he put his thumb at the center of my mouth and softly pushed it in. Looking me in the eye, he softly said to suck it. I was bewildered by this, but did as he asked. Nodding his head, he pulled his thumb out and explained that he liked to see how the implants reacted in a natural act. There were still a little stiff, but he expected them to become more flexible with time. He then moved his hands down my body feeling the implants around my buttocks and then had me spread my legs and closely examined my new pseudo-labia. Finally he turned to his laptop and added more notes to my file. Looking up he asked me if I had any questions. I was a little hesitant, as I liked most of his work, but was just surprised at how very feminine I looked now. So I just decided to ask about a couple of these changes. "Dr. Morris when you outlined the changes you had in mind for me, you said you would make the breast, lip and eye changes that would be minimally more feminine than what I had in mind. The changes you indicated on my photos reflected that modest adjustment. But when I look at how they turned out, my lips are very large and my eyebrows have a high arch. My breasts are much, much larger then I envisioned. I guess I am a little concerned about how far you went." I felt guilty complaining, but it didn't seem to faze him. He looked at me and smiled as he spoke. "I admit I went a bit further than I originally thought would be necessary. Once I began your surgery, I could see that small breast implants would be totally out of balance with your new narrow waist and broader hips. You would have the classic pear shape that many women have. That is the most frequent body profile to come to me for a breast enhancement. I just felt it would be better if I went ahead and balanced your overall figure. Plus, as I mentioned earlier, as the swelling goes down and your implants shift, your breasts won't seem so large nor will they project forward as much. You will end up with a nice C-cup breast that should be quite attractive. As for your lips and eyes, the size and shape of both were determined mostly by your existing facial contours. I used the smallest possible lip implant and to remove the wrinkles from your eyes and forehead, I had to pull the eyebrows up as well. I think the contrast just seems great because you are used to your old face. Again once the swelling in the lips goes away and you get adjusted to your new facial structure, you will realize that they are not as radical as you fear. That is one reason I like for my patients to stay at the recovery resort. That time will allow you to become acclimated to your new appearance, learn how to accent it or even subdue it, as needed, and realize that now you have the outward look you dreamed of." As he spoke, I began to feel embarrassed. I had asked him to make me more feminine and now that he had, I was expressing buyer's remorse. It struck me that I had finally reached the female form that my mind had desired, and I was just experiencing the emotions many women have about their body image. I felt a blush cross my face. I was a little ashamed about my complaining, but also realized that I was standing totally nude in front of a man. I would have felt awkward before standing nude as a man; now I had a woman's body with breasts and at least outwardly a pussy. The more I thought about it the redder my face and chest became. Noticing my uneasiness, Dr. Morris reached out, touched my arm and smiled. "It's a little harder to adjust to real life changes than imagined ones, isn't it? I fully expected you to have questions and knew even in surgery that this would take a little adjustment on your part. I do have faith in my judgment and am positive that you will love the look that I have given you. But we do have one more process to complete today. I know your nurse helped with an enema this morning and it was necessary to facilitate this last procedure. Even though you now have a female appearance to your external genitals, you are still a functioning male. That means you need to exercise your male reproductive system. Because your penis is currently trapped inside you, this exercise and the resulting release of semen cannot occur through masturbation or sex. I will have to anally massage your prostrate gland to release these fluids. I'll have the nurse assist us, in this process and it will be the final act of each of your weekly visits to see me." With that, he rang for a nurse and indicated that I was to get up on the examining table. I did as he instructed, kneeling with my head down on the pad, my legs spread and my ass elevated. The nurse brought in a small ebony colored wand. The end was enlarged about three times the width of the shaft, and was tapered at the front. I watched as the nurse applied lubricant first to the wand and then to my anus. Dr. Morris took the wand and placed it at my opening. He placed his other hand on one ass cheek and began to apply pressure to force it inside. The nurse took my hand and whispered to me that it would be easier if I contracted my butt as if I were having a bowel movement. I did as she asked and it helped; the head slipped in quickly giving me a full feeling. Dr. Morris then began to manipulate the wand in my ass. The nurse put a small cup underneath me, directly below where my penis was imprisoned behind the ring. Soon, I felt an erotic sensation inside me and my hidden cock tried to enlarge, but only momentarily. Finally it began to slowly drip semen out of the head. While I dripped out cum, Dr. Morris continued to work the wand in and around my ass. This continued for several minutes until the cup had a surprising amount of fluid in it. Despite all the emissions, I never felt like I had an ejaculation as there was no emotional climax. The process still felt erotic, but with a clinical overtone; also whenever I looked back through my spread legs and watched him work the wand in my ass it felt embarrassing. Finally he removed the wand, told the nurse to help me clean up and that everything looked normal. He said I was progressing nicely and could move to the resort. He then went behind his desk and got a flat box out of a drawer. He placed it next to me and indicated it was a gift and that it should fit. With that he left the office. As she helped clean up the lubricant and wipe off my labia, the nurse smiled and talked about how attractive my look was. Sitting up, I opened the box. Inside was a lace trimmed high- waist panty girdle and a matching lace bra both in a soft pastel blue. The nurse said that I didn't need the medical constricting garment any longer but would need regular foundation wear for the next few months. She told me that the cabin at the resort would have a few more foundation sets as well as dresses, skirts, pants, and blouses in sizes that should fit. She helped me get dressed and then took me back to the room. Soon I was packed up and transferred to my new cabin. It was a nice, but rustic looking building with a bath, small bedroom, an open kitchen-living room space and a screened-in porch overlooking the river. Each cabin had an entertainment center and a computer for internet access. The interior d?cor was decidedly feminine, with flowery prints and bright colors throughout. Fresh flowers were also present and a light pleasant air freshener scented the air. The staff had equipped me with a variety of clothes. The dresses were mostly simple shifts and blouses and skirts were all in similar colors so that they could be mixed quite easily. Even so, I was quite excited about some of the outfits since they were either tight enough to really highlight my new curves, or had a low cut to emphasize my d?colletage. . I could see that spending some time here would be a nice way to adjust to my new body. The recovery cabins were at the edge of a larger resort, and had a small center facility to provide services. The cabin area was connected to the rest of the resort by some paved walking trails and a shuttle would take you to anywhere on site or even to a main commercial area in town. The center included a dining area, a small convenience shop, a beauty saloon, and some rehab exercise equipment. There were usually only a few staff at this location, but by scheduling your desired activity, the appropriate nurse or technician would meet you there. The general schedule also called for a nurse visit to my cabin to check sutures, and check my overall condition. The first afternoon, I was scheduled to do some light rehab and later I returned for my first dinner. I saw other patients at this time, in various stages of recovery. Several were like me, just emerging, but others were almost fully transitioned and were nicely dressed with full make-up. I had just worn a loose exercise outfit as I had not yet become confident in my new appearance. Over the next few weeks I began to relax more and become more interactive with patients and staff. I spent a lot of time in my cabin, using makeup to highlight my new face and trying clothes on to see what each item would do to my appearance. I took advantage of their original offer for more laser hair removal and had my chest, face, underarms, and legs treated. I went to the salon and had my hair dyed a lighter blond and styled in a face framing bob. They also did manicures and pedicures and gave me make-up tips to improve my techniques. I began getting very comfortable with a complete feminine appearance and rarely appeared anywhere now, except in a dress, heels and fully made up. Although initially I had hoped to see more reduction in the size of my lips and breasts, I began to appreciate how they really improved my female look and inwardly was glad Dr. Morris had increased their size. In addition to my daily nurse visits, I went to Dr. Morris's office once a week. His examination was the same every visit. He would observe me walking, nude or in my foundation wear, in my heels. He would check each suture and grasp and stroke my breast and buttock implants. He made of a point of rubbing his thumbs across my nipples until they were erect. The first week he had me suck on this thumb again and each week he added another finger until he had me sucking on three digits together. This was one of the most embarrassing parts of the exam, but he always complimented me on it and seemed pleased with how flexible the lips implants were becoming. He also examined my labia and genitals and on the third visit removed the large staples holding the outer lips together. He seemed very pleased with how they were developing. He had me sit on the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. Holding a mirror angled so I could see them, he described how they mimicked a natural female pussy and stroked the inner lips. I was amazed at how sensitive they were to his touch and despite myself I could feel my penis harden as much as it could inside me. Of course the last part of the visit was him anally manipulating me to milk my prostrate and release seminal fluid. On the third visit, he took his gloved hand and spread my labia apart so that the fluid would drip more easily into the cup. After every exam he entered notes in his laptop and talked to me a little about my adjustment. He said I was fully on schedule and expected that I could go home soon. After the fifth visit he was able to remove the sutures holding my penis ring together and replace them with a small lock. He did keep the key however; as he said the sutures holding the ring to the inner parts of my labia needed more time to heal. He said that by keeping the key it would remove any temptation on my part to release my penis prematurely. I was scheduled for a final visit in my sixth week at the resort. The nurse said Dr. Morris would examine me this last time and then I would be released to go home. It was a bit of mixed news. I had grown comfortable at the resort with my new female appearance, but was ready to go home to more familiar surroundings. However, there I would be faced with introducing my decidedly feminine form to my neighbors and friends. The nurse came by prior to my visit, with a gift box. She said that Dr. Morris had some important visitors on site this week; apparently some Chinese doctors were there to learn techniques on his gender surgeries. She said if I was interested, they would be allowed to watch my examination by Dr. Morris. In compensation, my bill for my stay at the resort would be reduced and all my laser hair removal costs would be free. Although I was a bit apprehensive about being seen nude by others, I appreciated what Dr. Morris had done for me and the lower bills would be nice too, so I agreed. The nurse told me to wear what was in the gift box and just follow instructions as usual. After I showered, did my light makeup and put my hair up, I opened the box and began to dress for my exam. I was surprised that it contained a dress, a bright yellow shift. It was coordinated with 4 inch pumps in soft matt yellow and matching lingerie. A long-line strapless bra, girdle brief with garters, and a tiny g-string panty, all in a lemon yellow sheer lace fabric completed the outfit. Attaching nude stockings to the garters and slipping on the pumps, I headed to his office. I felt my stomach flutter a bit as the nurse showed me into his exam room, the one attached to his office. Inside I saw a group of men, all in lab coats, standing in front of his laptop. Dr. Morris motioned for me to enter. As I approached I could see the images on the computer were photos of my transition. I blushed a bit, but I was actually very proud of how I looked now, and the fact that Dr. Morris wanted me to represent his work meant a lot. All of the Chinese doctors looked at me as I entered and Dr. Morris spoke to them in their native language. Once I was in his office, he told me to walk to the end of the room and slip off the dress. He usually had me disrobe at his exam table and then walk to the end of room where a small reading area was elevated upon a 3-step platform. Following this change in instructions I walked to the end of the room to disrobe. I reached behind me and slid the zipper down the dress and stepped out of it, placing it on a side table. Standing in front of the doctors in my lingerie was a bit intimidating, but I just took a deep breath and began my walk back towards them. I could hear them talking among themselves and occasionally asking Dr. Morris a question, all in Chinese. I could see all eyes focused on me. I then made the return trip to the top of the stairs. Dr. Morris smiled at me and gave me a simple command to remove my brief and hose. Sitting in a chair next to the stairs I slipped off the stockings before standing to pull down my brief. I knew the doctor wanted me to put on the pumps again, as this was also a standard request. I once again walked toward the group of doctors, this time I could see them intently scanning my body from the tiny panty up to my cleavage. I was really beginning to blush at this point, but also felt some pride in how I looked. Returning to the elevated area, I looked at Dr. Morris and he nodded. He knew that I was in my routine now, so words were not necessary. I reached behind me, and slowly un-hooked the bra. As it fell forward into my left hand, an audible gasp escaped from one of the doctors followed by rapid conversations, again in Chinese. I slowly walked toward them feeling my breasts bounce slightly with each step. When I reached the group, Dr. Morris began to examine me. He followed his normal procedure tracing areas where my surgeries had been, turning to the doctors with each one, describing my surgeries, I assumed. Occasionally he would indicate to one of them to mimic his exam, and the Chinese doctor would place his hand where Dr. Morris's hand had been. It felt extremely odd to have someone else trace their fingers over my face or torso. In fact, one doctor openly displayed attraction for my changes and made sure to trace his hands over both my butt and breasts, ending his touching with a quick pinch. I didn't quite believe it the first time, but when he pinched my nipple after stroking it, I glanced at his face. He did not seem surprised, but winked and smiled at me, putting me off balance. Once the doctors, had all seen my body, Dr. Morris indicated that I should crawl up on the table. I knew he would want my panty removed so peeled it off, trying not to bend over too far, as the cheeky doctor was of course standing right behind me. With my panty removed, I slipped off my heels and sat on the end of the exam bench. Dr. Morris spread my legs, so my pseudo pussy was open for all to see. Dr. Morris put his left hand on my knee to spread it a bit further and using his right hand began tracing over my new labia inserts, speaking rapidly to the doctors as he did so. They had crowded in closely behind him, all staring intently at my new genitalia. Moving his left hand to my privates, Dr. Morris used his thumbs and forefingers to spread my lips apart to reveal the attached metal guard that kept my penis in check. As he did so, the Chinese doctors broke out in a symphony of hushed conversation, some even pointing to my feminized crotch and motioning as they spoke. Dr. Morris remained quiet at first but then resumed speaking to them, as if lecturing them on how it was accomplished and the intended goal. Finishing his mini-lecture, he removed his fingers from me, allowing the other doctors to touch and feel the constructed labia. They all began touching me at once, creating a quite odd sensation; of course the one doctor made an effort to find one of my testicles just under the stretched skin and gave it a tweak with his thumb and forefinger, again winking at me as he did. Once this exam was over, Dr. Morris indicated with a small wave of his hand that I was to assume my position on the table. I turned and began to crawl up, immediately feeling a hand cup the bottom curve of my ass. I didn't even bother to look back, as I knew by now whose hand it was. Once I was in position, my head resting on the bench, my knees spread as wide as possible and my ass lifted up, Dr. Morris continued his exam. He lightly coated my hole with lubricant and placed the tip of the probe at the opening. I was quite used to being entered this way, but it felt very embarrassing at this moment. I glanced back through my legs to see the Chinese doctors staring at me in rapt attention as if they were witnessing some miracle. Only one doctor was smiling, and he made eye contact with me as the probe reached the prostrate area and Dr. Morris began to massage it to release my pent up fluids. To my total disbelief, my tormentor said something to him, and Dr. Morris relinquished his grip on the probe to the Chinese doctor. As he manipulated it in my ass, a broad grin spread across his face. He also took the liberty or resting his other hand on the curve of my butt cheek. Of course by now, the fluids were literally flowing from my trapped penis making this look like I was responded positively to him, making it all the more embarrassing. Finally I had to look away as I couldn't stand the smug look of the visiting doctor any longer. Once the fluid discharge slowed, I felt Dr. Morris reach in between my labia and insert a small key into my lock. With a soft click, he removed it and allowed the metal retainer to open. My penis had been trapped for so long it didn't react immediately, so he grasped the compressed head with the tips of his fingers and pulled it down. Freed from inside me, my cock began to harden, reacting to the pumping motion of the probe which was still in my ass. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to get an erection, even though this one was still fairly soft. Dr. Morris made a quick stroke down the length of my cock, which caused it to stiffen considerably. Stunningly he invited the others to touch me as well. This group groping was far worse than when they had touched my labia; it ended of course, with a sharp pinch of my cock head by my special admirer who had continued to pump the probe in my ass, abandoning the soft stroking of my prostrate to replicate more an anal fucking motion. By now all the doctors were chattering away, as if they were so surprised that I was still capable of achieving a male erection given my totally feminine appearance. Once the talk died down a bit and they removed their hands, Dr. Morris put a cold cloth across my penis, causing the blood to leave my shaft and it shrank to a soft condition. He removed the anal probe and using just two fingers pressed my cock back inside me and with a flourish shut the metal retainer and locked me inside again. This caused the Chinese observers to give a little cheer as if he had beaten back a dragon. Dr. Morris wiped off the lubricant and remaining seminal fluid from me and whispered that he wanted me to stand again. I slipped off the table and turned to face the crowd. By now my nipples were rock hard, my skin was covered by goose bumps, and my face was glowing red. It was difficult to look at them, but I tried to remember this was a medical exam and I really shouldn't be embarrassed. Dr. Morris spoke up to the group, I assume telling them they could ask questions if they wanted. I was then bombarded with a whole range of inquiries, some in broken English, others in very precise language while a few had him translate for them. Most questions had to do with my experiences, adjustments to my new body, whether the changes met my prior expectations, all in a serious tone. It was easy to answer these, and I began to feel a little more comfortable in front of them. But just as I thought the questions were over, my tormentor spoke up in clear English with a hint of a British accent. He wanted to know whether I thought I would prefer the female role in sex from now on, as I obviously had been acclimated to going without an erection for some time. I tried to stutter out an answer, but Dr. Morris waved to the group indicating that the examination was over. They were to follow him to his office and leave the examining room. As they turned to follow him, the cheeky doctor turned, winked and whispered that I looked perfect to him. My face immediately flushed again, both from the unwanted attention from this man and the conflicting thoughts he had planted in my brain by his question. Although I had desired to have a more feminine body, I had not imagined what that would do to my post- surgery sex life. I assumed that because I could still get erections that male sex release would be still be my option for intimacy. But I had to admit that I was now thinking almost exclusively as a female and had been shocked as my cock had emerged from between my new labia. It just looked out of place and almost foreign to me now, so as I got dressed my mind was reeling as I tried to make some sense of this. Later one of the nurses brought by a note from Dr. Morris and my release papers. His note indicated that he was thrilled by my performance for the visiting doctors and that I had represented him, his clinic and myself wonderfully. He also told me that I had recovered in almost every way, only my penis restraint would need a bit more healing; to promote that he was going to continue to hold the key. He would give me the key once he was convinced all the sutures were secure. The nurse had me schedule a follow up exam in a month where I would get my areole tattoos to complete the physical modifications. I was to pack my things and be ready to leave tomorrow. I just needed to go into town to pick up an anal probe to use at home from the sex shop down the street from the cinema. They supplied all of Dr. Morris patients and I just needed to tell them he had sent me. Seeing as I was going into town one last time, I made an evening of it. I dressed up fully in a very sexy dress with high heels. It felt nice to eat at restaurant and go to the movies as a very convincing woman. After the movie I went to the shop, and told the clerk I was a patient of Dr. Morris. He nodded his head and brought me box, gift wrapped in a soft pink paper. Back at the cabin, I added it to my luggage. The drive home the next day was bitter sweet. It was both scary and calming. I loved being back in my home but I was also reluctant to interact with my neighbors or call up old friends. I settled on just waving to them or nodding my head if I saw someone. It did feel nice to be able to go out in my town as a woman; no one doubted that I was what I appeared to be, especially since I limited my contact to people who really didn't know me before. It was clear to me that I would need a period of adjustment. On top of that, I was very surprised when I un-wrapped the box from the sex shop. Instead of the plain colored wand with an expanded end, inside was a life-like cock. It was large, nearly nine inches, with a bulbous head, prominent veins down the shaft, and large balls at the base. It was fitted with a suction cup so it could be mounted to a surface. But most surprising was its color, a dark chocolate. The first time I used it to milk my prostrate I thought I would rip apart but as I worked it in me, I began to feel at ease. I also began to crave the full feeling it gave me, and inserted it up my ass almost daily. As I worked it in and out, I would finger my labia and the tip of my restrained cock. I would attach it to the head board of my bed or on top of the coffee table. I would then mount it as if I were approaching a man. The sensations caused me to moan and squirm almost uncontrollably. There was something else about the dark shaft. Dr. Morris had instructed me to continue to work my lip implants by sucking on something so as to increase their flexibility. It wasn't long before I had decided the chocolate cock was ideal for that. Stretching my lips over the large head seemed perfect. I also couldn't resist trying to swallow as much of the shaft as I could. I felt really proud once I had managed to master taking it all the way down my throat so I could place my puffy lower lip against the balls hanging below the shaft. These acts caused me to drip almost as much seminal fluid as plunging it up my ass, I couldn't explain it but it felt so natural somehow. The trip back to finish my breast modifications came quickly. I found myself getting excited with the prospect of seeing Dr. Morris again and getting the key to my penis restraint. Although I had grown to love pleasing myself anally and going down on the dildo, I remembered how I felt when he did those things to me. I also found my thoughts drifting back to stroking my cock and wondering how it would compare to my new centers of pleasure. At the clinic, I was dismayed at how quickly my meeting with the doctor was. A quick look at my nude body and an almost cursory glance at my genitals and he was done; I would need a few more weeks before I could get the key. The nurse then took me for my nipple work; the technician told me I would have much a more convincing look to my breasts afterwards, but she did warn me that this was not easily reversible and if I had my implants removed I would likely still have the larger more prominent areolas of a woman. Despite this possibility, I told her to proceed. When she was finished, I marveled at how complete my breasts looked now, even with the soreness and scabs of the tattoo process. I was right, after a few weeks of healing I had what I, without modesty, believed to be perfect breasts. They had large prominent nipples, big but not overwhelming areolas, and a projecting cone-shape form that invited being touched and fondled. I had always dreamed of having breasts and putting them in sexy bras, now I loved letting then strain against a sheer blouse without support of a bra; they seemed to look so perfect, I enjoyed showing them off. It had been two weeks since my visit, and I was getting antsy about getting a final look from the doctor to get my key. I was just about to call his office when I received a call from his head nurse. She told me he was to be in my town the day after tomorrow and wondered if he could come by to see me. He expected that I was fully healed and thought he could do a quick exam at my house. I readily agreed as I was eager to get the key and it was a lot less hassle than the drive and overnight stay to go to his office. The next day I began to get nervous and for some reason I really wanted to impress him. I went to the local salon where I had established my new feminine persona and got a fresh pedicure, manicure, and a touch up for my blonde highlights. That night I took a long bath, being sure to shave the few places where I hadn't had my hair removed and applied moisturizer to be sure my skin with be smooth and soft. I set my hair and went to bed, although I was so anxious it took more than hour to fall asleep. The next morning I no longer felt nervous, just excited. I had formed a bond with Dr. Morris. A bond based on trust and respect. He knew my inner secrets like no other man and accepted me for who I was, inside. Now he had made the outside match how I felt inside. So I was excited to see him again. My thoughts turned to our previous exams and how the embarrassment at being nude in front of him and allowing him to probe and touch me in intimate ways mixed with the fantasy I had created in my head of his desires and lust. When I thought about it after I returned home, I realized his touch had been the only sexual contact I had experienced with another person for nearly a year. Because my cock was imprisoned inside me, I had learned to cope by stimulating myself anally and by fantasizing. Now that I would see him again, likely for the last time and I would regain control over my cock again, I could move onto another phase of my sexual life, so excitement coursed through me as I began to get ready for his visit. After a light breakfast of fruit and coffee, I did a quick run through of my house. I wanted to be sure everything looked clean, neat and well organized. I had done a lot of cleaning since talking to his nurse, so once I was satisfied that it still looked good I began to get myself ready. I wasn't sure if he would need to milk my prostrate, as he was giving me the key to my chastity, but I didn't want to take a chance. So I cleaned myself back there, using two enemas to be sure it was empty. Also I lubricated my hole, almost out of habitat as anything, as I always prepared myself whenever I thought I might use the large dildo. Initially, I had planned on wearing just panties and a bra under one of my casual dresses; figuring that it would make undressing for his exam easier. But when I opened my lingerie drawer to get a bra, I saw the lemon yellow strapless longline bra I had been given by him to wear for my presentation to the Chinese doctors. Suddenly, I wanted to look like that again; the outfit had been decidedly sexy in an old-fashioned way. I had secretly loved how it forced me to strip in stages for my exhibition and wanted to feel that surge of feeling like a sex object combined with a touch of embarrassment one more time for Dr. Morris. So I gathered all the matching lingerie and got dressed, only this time I used a rich brown pair of stockings with sheer toes. Pulling on the shaper brief and attaching the stockings reminded me how nervous I had been that day. Now seeing how my breasts were pushed up for display and how tightly the brief clung to my rounded ass gave me a surge of sexual feeling and confidence. I knew my revised body was sexually attractive in a feminine way. With my lingerie on, I began to do my face and hair. I only used a light foundation as I was sure he would want to inspect my face as he had always done before. I combined it with dramatic eye makeup: well defined brows, thick false eyelashes, winged eyeliner and a dark, smoky shadow palate. It was a bit much for a daytime look, but it complimented the sexual edginess I felt. Some blush across my cheeks and a light coating of shiny lip gloss completed my look. Fixing my hair was a simple matter of taking out the rollers and lightly brushing it out to create volume with curls framing my face. I set it in place with lots of hair spray. With my hair and makeup ready, I slipped on the yellow shift and a new pair of yellow strap sandals. I had bought them to go with the dress, as sandals seemed a better choice to wear in the summer rather than the original pumps. Plus I wanted a higher heel. A touch of my favorite perfume on wrists, neck, and the gap between my stockings and the shaper and I was ready. I checked the time and he was due here in less than 30 minutes. I purposely started some busy work at the small desk in my kitchen, paying bills, writing a thank you note and looking over some other correspondence. I totally felt like a modern woman who was in control of her life. The chime from the doorbell brought this serenity to crash. My nerves which had been kept in check, raced now and I went to open the door uneasily. When I swung open the door, he stood there confidently. He was dressed in a white suit, light purple shirt with matching tie and held a small black doctors' bag. I felt my heart flutter a bit as he smiled. I had underestimated how tall, attractive, and imposing he could be. I welcomed him into my home, closing the door as he stepped inside. "Hello Dr. Morris, it is so good to see you again. Thanks for coming by my place; it makes it so much easier than a trip to your clinic. That is one thing I really appreciate about your practice, you seem to put your patients before anything else. Did you have any problems finding my house?" "No your directions were so easy to follow, I didn't even need my GPS. Hello John, it's good to see you too. Or have you started going by Mary now?" I blushed at his mention of that name. When we first met, he asked how I saw myself and I had told him I had a female image in my mind and I had often wondered if I should have named after my mother rather than my dad. The fact he remembered it, made me realize how much he paid attention to his patients. "Why yes, I do use Mary now more than my given name. I haven't made it an official change yet, but I have inquired about the process. It would represent a big change, but I guess it would mesh with my new look." "I agree it does go better with your appearance and I must say you look very attractive, if I can do that without it sounding like I'm bragging. I do understand your hesitation, but I think you need to consider that as well. I assume you have been dressing and living as Mary full time now?" "Yes, once I returned home, I felt so at peace when I was in women's clothes I couldn't bring myself to dress as John any longer. Plus, the physical changes were so convincing I doubt anyone would see me as a man, even if I wore men's things. But I don't regret my choices for your surgery; it's been like a dream come true." "That's good to hear; I suspected you would prefer this look once you adjusted to it. How have your friends, neighbors and family taken to you as Mary?" I had to look down and tried to think of an answer. I really had avoided everyone, afraid to admit to them I was so feminine inside that I had to adjust my outward appearance so drastically. I was still afraid of them rejecting me or them thinking I was a disappointment. So I had not been brave enough to face them. Dr. Morris could sense that in my hesitation. "Well Mary, it is something you will have to face eventually if you prefer to stay in this area. If it is so stressful maybe you should consider relocating. I know you give the outward appearance of an attractive and confident woman, so you should be able to fit in a new city. Please give that some thought. But I'm here to give you a last exam, has everything been okay physically? Do you have any problems or complaints? I assume you got the prostate wand to handle your sexual releases before you left. Has that worked out okay? I admit I've left you under lock and key longer than any of my other patients." "Really it has been okay, I have adjusted to my body changes easily and I used the anal stimulator that was provided for me from the shop. It took a little time to get used to doing it myself, but I soon found it enjoyable." "Glad to hear that. Well, I think we can proceed with your exam if you're ready to get started. I can use a bed or sturdy table for the exam and I think your coffee table right there should work. I just need the anal wand, so if you will get that we can get started." I nodded my agreement and went to my bed room where I got the thick dildo from the nightstand. Holding it in my hands with my shiny nails curved around it, made me blush a little as I felt a little uncomfortable carrying it to him. But I made my way back to the living room. When I entered I saw a puzzled look on his face, as he saw what I was carrying. "Mary is that the equipment that you got from the adult shop? I was expecting more of the traditional wand." "Yes, this is what they gave me. I told them I was one of your patients and the clerk provided me this. Is something wrong?" I saw his smile broaden, showing his teeth and he chuckled softly as he shook his head. He nodded towards it again. "Well that is a compliment to you. Most men, who have the kinds of surgery you do, still look masculine to a degree. You obviously look totally feminine. This tool is something that I provide to my genetic females who have had vaginal surgery, usually some sort of labial reconstruction. It is designed realistically so they can begin to train their modified vaginas to accommodate size and shape of a penis again. The clerk must have assumed you were a woman. But you were able to use this anally to stimulate your prostate without any problems?" My face turned a bright shade of red hearing his explanation. The dildo seemed to burn in my hands as I realized I had been using a tool designed for real women rather than something meant for a transgender individual. I swallowed and softly answered his question. "It did take me some time to become comfortable with it. I mean it is longer and much wider than the anal probe you had used in your office, but the clerk seemed certain it was what you wanted me to have. I guess I should have been more questioning." "Mary it's not your fault at all and to be honest, if you became accustomed to it, then it did what you needed anyway. To be honest, it likely gave you a more complete experience and should have stimulated you easier than the wand once you accepted its size. The important thing was to release your seminal fluids so your male organs would remain healthy. Did you practice your oral stimulation too? Your lips look like they are totally natural and your implants appear not to have impacted their flexibility. It was important to suck on something so they could function properly. Did you use your thumb or a couple of fingers?" I softly answered that I had practiced, casting my gaze toward the floor to avoid looking at him as I didn't want him to know I used the dildo to do my lip stretches. My face seemed to be glowing hotter and hotter with each second, as I realized I had been practicing with a sex toy rather than a medical device. How could I have been so stupid? Then I felt his finger under my chin, lifting my face up so we were looking eye to eye. "Mary did you use this dildo for your lip exercises too?" I closed my eyes as I nodded yes, so embarrassed at my stupidity and having to admit it to him. He lightly stroked my cheek, encouraging me to open my eyes. "Well it must have done the trick because your lips look fantastic. By the way, this is a custom model. I had it designed specifically for my patients. It is an exact replicate of me, including skin tone, size, and shape. I find that if women can handle this comfortably, then they would be ready for any other man they will be intimate with." He again broke into a small grin, signaling that he knew I had been practicing with a toy that was essentially him. Hearing that he was the size of the dildo was mind blowing and as he told me I could feel the erotic tension in the room explode like a bolt of lightning. We were staring intensely into each other's eyes and his hand was lightly stroking my chin, acting like a connector of his lust and mine. I had to softly bite my lower lip as my cock began to stir inside its internal prison. "I think we should go on with your exam. You can remove your clothes for me now." The way Dr. Morris said those words and the forceful tone he used spoke volumes about the potential change in our relationship that had just occurred. I felt the surge through my body, similar to when I had removed these same garments in front of the visiting doctors. It was a mix of shame, pride, and excitement bordering on lust. I now had a positive self-image and in a strange way now that I knew I had been pleasing myself with an exact replicate of him, made me even hornier. I could feel my cock pulsate inside me. It was a feeling I had begun to experience whenever I pleased myself anally or orally with the dildo. It was a feeling I had begun to love and need. Before my transition I had never thought of men in a sexual way, only being attracted to women. But now, seeing myself as feminine, it thrilled me to be able to excite a man. I knew inside what they wanted from a sex partner and it seemed natural to want to provide that for them. I had also awaken the submissive persona inside myself, something I knew was part of me but had restrained for a long time. Being able to release both needs was now important to me. So I was getting hot just fantasizing about serving him. I slowly begun undressing, looking at him coyly as I did so. First the dress, which I folded and put on a side chair which allowed me to move and show my body encased in the lovely lingerie. The stockings were next, unclipping them from the garters and slowly sliding them down my legs folding them as I went to keep them nice and neat. With my legs bare I slipped the heels back on, a subtle signal that I both remember his exam instructions and my desire to appear as sexy as possible for him. The stockings were followed by the brief, which I had to wiggle over my ass and down my legs then I reached around to unclip the longline bra. That position forced my breasts up in their cups as if I were offering them to him. Once freed from the bra, they dropped on my chest with a light bounce. The implants had settled nicely so I had a realistic shape and feel. Of course my