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Finally the big day arrived. I couldn't sleep the night before, and so I got up early. As I prepared for the trip to his surgical clinic, I dressed the way I hoped to be when I got home, a simple button down shirt, loose pants and slip on shoes. I only had panties, so I wore a plain white bikini and because I couldn't go anywhere without one, I choose a plain t-shirt bra. It was the first one Dani had bought for me. I thought it was fitting that it would be the last one I wore. I drove my car to the clinic, parking in the back of the lot. Annette was going to be dropped off by Tom, so would drive it to her house. Check-in went smoothly. I confirmed that my driver would be here by 11, when my surgery was finished. Finally, I took off my clothes, put on the surgical gown and was ready. Julie was there, and she seemed as excited as I was. When I told her I couldn't wait to get rid of these horrible breasts, she smiled and told me I would love my new look - it'd be perfect. That was the last thing I remembered before waking up after the surgery. I was so groggy, but heard her voice and then a hesitant question from Annette. I was obviously in the recovery room, but wanted to know right away how it went. "How do I look? Am I normal again?" "Hanna, you will be gorgeous. Dr. Lucas was thrilled with how your surgery went. He commented that you will have a very fast recovery, with only minimal swelling and bruising. He should be in shortly. Let's get you something to drink, as we need to get you more alert before you can go home." "Honey, you really surprised me. This will be such a surprise to Dan. I'm sure she will be so happy about it. She won't have to worry any longer about your condition." I looked down at my chest, but it seemed wrapped up and under a sheet. I couldn't see much. It seemed bulkier than I had imagined it would. So when Julie returned with my drink, I had to ask her to be sure. Next to the bed were my clothes, the plain bra on top. I picked it up and showed it to her. "So I won't need to use this anymore? It won't fit now, will it? I dreamed about my breasts being gone. It just seemed so real." She laughed, and took it from me as she handed the drink. As she answered me, she turned down the sheet on the bed. "You'd be surprised at some of the crazy dreams that go on under anesthesia. You certainly won't need that bra anymore, as it won't fit you now. Take a quick look, although we had to put you in a support garment, to help hold the skin and tissues after surgery. But I imagine you can change out of this in a day or so, given how few aftereffects Dr. Lucas expected for you. If you have more questions, you can ask him when he visits you." I lifted my head and looked down toward my chest. I saw the support garment; it looked like an old style bra, with plain cups and crisscrossed bands between them, both made of stretchy spandex. I was shocked at how big my chest looked. The breasts seemed to fill the cups, although overall it looked flatter. Did they actually look bigger even if they didn't project upward as much as before the surgery? I took a deep breath and told myself that it was only the swelling. Just then, Dr. Lucas came in to my room. He was smiling and holding a clipboard with several papers on it. "Well how's my easiest patient doing? I see you're awake and I hope you're feeling okay. I swear your operation couldn't have gone any easier if I had scripted it myself. I only needed the smallest incision on each side and given the location, once they heal you won't even see a scar. Unlike most enhancements, you had quite of bit of space available behind your natural breast tissue, so I hardly had to stretch out a pocket for your implants. I did put a tad more silicone in your left implant, so your breasts should be perfectly balanced now. Not knowing what you looked like as a teenager, I can't swear that I matched your look, but I do know that you now have full volume, no drooping, and your areolae are at the very tip of each breast. I couldn't have designed a more perfect look. Sit up and I'll remove your bra so you can take a quick peak." His description of my surgery caused me to panic and after I sat up, he unhooked the bra, sliding it down to my elbows. By now, Julie had returned to the room and was carrying a small mirror. She held it at my waist level to show me their handiwork. I felt a lump form in my throat and my eyes started to well up with tears. The reflection in the mirror showed a pair of breasts, much larger than before. Full, rounded, with virtually no sag or droop. The nipples and surrounding areolae were indeed at the very tip and projected outward. Before, mine had been more at the bottom of my breasts, sagging downward without a bra, giving a droopy appearance. Staring at my new chest, I was in total shock. Any swelling was only minor. There seemed to be a bit of puffiness, a slight swelling behind each nipple. But that did little if any to contribute to my new fullness and pronounced appearance. So the heft and size of each breast was not caused by that. I now had larger, more fully formed, and as Dr. Lucas had said, nearly perfect breasts in appearance. On anyone else, I would have admired them. But I was expecting a total flat look. The look I had to my body when I was ten or so. Now I looked like one of the Playboy bunnies in the magazines I had drooled over as I hit puberty. I wanted to scream or cry or shout out in protest. But I just sat there, and bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling or flat out bawling. My mind raced. How had this misunderstanding happened? He had made them bigger not smaller. I flashed back to the conversation with him and before, with the nurse. It started to dawn on me. Where I thought I was being clear about removing my breasts, they obviously heard my concerns about their imperfections. I was unhappy with their size; I agreed that they were different sizes; I longed for how they looked as a teen. But they didn't know me then. They hadn't seen my totally flat chest. That desire to look young again, like a teenager, seemed in line with what an older woman might say, when the years and aging had caused her breasts to sag, as they gave into gravity. I did appear as a woman to them the whole time. My dress, my deportment, even my name were feminine. A revelation popped into my head. When I got my forms to fill out in the waiting room, there was no box for gynecomastia and no place to indicate sex. I had looked around the room briefly at that point. Most of the women were also filling out the light pink forms like mine. The only man in the room was filling out a light blue one. My god. I had been given a form designed for female surgeries. I was almost positive that the form the man held would have given me the proper choice. Arrggh. But what could I do now? I had agreed to this, signed the forms, and paid the money. I knew Dr. Lucas had other surgeries to do and couldn't take me back now to remove not only my new implants but my existing breast tissue. At best I could schedule surgery in the future to correct this error, but for now I would just have to suffer. I sighed softly, as a small tear rolled down my cheek. Lost in despair I heard Annette. "Oh Hanna, I'm so happy for you. They look fabulous. Your husband will love them. Dan has been so worried that you were upset about your condition. But by doing this, you've shown that you're perfectly content to be Dan's wife. I never imagined you would be so brave." I looked at her, trying to decide how to respond. It was true that Dani would love seeing me like this, but I hoped to show a flat, smooth chest more in keeping with a thirty-five year old man. Now I had the chest of a buxom, twenty-year old stripper. One look at me now, and she'd feel I totally committed to a feminine lifestyle, to be her 'wife' forever. I glanced over at Julie and Dr. Lucas. They were both smiling, giving me the look that they knew they had done their jobs perfectly. Who was I to argue? I couldn't blame them if I had not made my desires clear. Swallowing, so my throat was clear, I softly spoke. "Yes, they are beautiful. They turned out much different than I had imagined, but they do look lovely. They're almost perfect female breasts, aren't they? I'm not sure I deserve such nice ones." I tried to smile, but I could only manage a slight upturn at the corners of my mouth. I was still in too much shock over how things had turned out. Annette taking my comment for a joke, giggled and told me that I was especially deserving. Julie chimed in that she thought they turned out as good as hers, if not better. She was so happy for me. Dr. Lucas refrained from bragging, just telling me that he wanted to see me in a week, or sooner if any problems developed. He told me to be sure to follow the restrictions and guidelines in the information that would send home with me. Before he left, he asked if I had someone to take care of me the next couple of days, as it was important that I rest and restrict my movements. Even if the swelling was minimal and the incisions were small, I still needed to rest and recover. Before I could answer, Annette chimed in that she would be sure I would follow the instructions. Then looking at me, she told me in no uncertain terms, that I would stay with her the next couple of days. She wanted this to be a total surprise for Dan, so she wanted me to allow some time to let the swelling go down. Leaning in, she whispered so that only I could hear. "If you went home straightaway, Dan probably couldn't keep her hands off you. Just leave it to me; I'll cover for you and explain everything. Once you've recovered a bit, we can have a big revel for her. Then she can let you know how much she appreciates this." I was so distraught and still disoriented from the operation that I agreed with no more discussion. Once I had recovered, Annette helped me get dressed and we prepared to leave. My new condition was made very apparent when I put on my shirt. Even with the old style support bra, I was unable to button the top two buttons of my shirt because my new breast size was so big. On the way home, we stopped to fill my prescriptions for pain medicine. Dr. Lucas said the next few days might be a little rough, even though the operation was so smooth. Once we were at her house, Annette took me to the spare room, and had me slip into one of her nightgowns. She gave me a pain pill and put an ice pack on each breast to help reduce swelling. After a light meal of scrambled eggs and toast, the events of the past few hours caught up with me and I went to sleep. The first 24 hours were pretty much just that: taking pain pills, using ice packs, eating only bland food, and most importantly sleeping. Finally by the afternoon of my second day after my operation, I was beginning to feel normal again. Annette told me she had called Dan and told her that I was going to stay at with her and Tom, reassuring her all was fine, and promising her that she would be thrilled when I came home. As I returned to normal, Annette suggested I take a shower and we could get me ready to see Dan. Washing myself, I couldn't get over how different my chest felt now. The swelling had gone down, the soreness was gone, but my chest still felt tight. What really stood out, however, was how full my breasts were. Before the operation, they were pretty loose and floppy. It made me easy to think of them as just fat man tits, not real breasts. Only when I had them contained in a bra did they have any projection or a rounded shape. Now they stood out from my chest even without support. They were still a little bouncy, but had a nice rounded profile, with lots of volume, and the position of my nipples looked so different. The way they now sat at the very end of my breast gave them a very feminine and much sexier look. The nipples also seemed more sensitive; perhaps because the areolas were stretched out over a bigger breast. But the bottom line was that now I definitely had breasts, big breasts too. I couldn't argue any longer about a need for a bra or delude myself that they didn't make me look like a woman. I had hoped for a radical change from the operation. An escape back to my masculine identity. But what I had accomplished was the exact opposite. I couldn't imagine that Dani would let me go back to dressing as a man now. Which means, I would be entrenched even more as the wife in our relationship. Just thinking about it made me want to cry. Not to mention how difficult it would be at work. I would really have to look at a lot of clothing options to keep my secret hidden. These thoughts reminded me of what Annette wanted me to do, attend the neighborhood reunion. If I did as she wanted, there would be no point in worrying about hiding my bust, because everyone would know about it anyway. Once the barriers at work and in my neighborhood were broken, then my role as a man would be officially dead. I would spend the rest of my life, in heels, dresses, and lingerie. Not to mention having to worry about my hair, makeup and general appearance. As a man, I just needed to be keep my body clean, shave my beard, get my hair trimmed occasionally, and wear pants and shirts that didn't clash. Simple, easy, and uncomplicated. Now, I easily spent an hour a day or more, fussing with makeup, nail polish, coordinating clothes, shoes, accessories, and adjusting my wig. It would be even worse, if I allowed Annette to convert my hair to a feminine hairstyle. I had seen Daniella spend an hour easy, washing, drying, curling, and spraying her hair, to get it looking the way she wanted. Then another hour to apply makeup and select clothes and dress. All that just to run errands or even worse, to do housework and wait on me when I got home from work. I had accepted that as natural for her. I mean she was a woman. She had learned to do that since she became a teen. Plus I loved how she looked when she got all 'fixed up'. But now, the shoe was on the other foot. My foot and it was a high-heeled shoe. All these thoughts tumbled through my head as I took my shower and dried off. Annette had told me we were going to drop by my house to pick up some clothes. She knew Dani was gone to the gym. Then we could run a few errands. I was in such a daze that I hardly objected to anything now, as I could only think about my bleak future as a woman forever. Annette had laid out a pair of her panties, my surgical support bra, a loose sundress and flip-flop sandals for me to wear. I worried about going to my house dressed only halfway as a woman, since I didn't have my wig. But I would be okay, she said. We'd take care of those details after we got my clothes. The ride to my house went quickly and Dani was indeed gone to the gym. Annette and I went to my bedroom. I just wanted to get a simple outfit or two, shoes, and lingerie. But she had other ideas. "Hanna, let's get you several days' worth of clothes, as well as your makeup. The neighborhood reunion is this weekend, only 3 days away. I've decided that we will keep you at my house until then. That will let us complete your makeover so that when Dan sees you again, it will be as the totally new Hanna. She will be so surprised but thrilled I'm sure. The extra time will also give us time to go by your Aunt Carol's shop to buy some new bras that will fit your beautiful new breasts. God, Dan is going to go wild over you. So let's pick out your outfits first, then we can match the shoes and underwear. Plus you should get your own nighties too. That one of mine looks so like an old ladies on you." Not waiting for me to agree, Annette went to my closet and starting looking at outfits. She seemed to like them all, and kidded me about how sexy some of them looked. She also commented, in an off-hand way, that I might need to give some of these away as my new profile might be too much for them. But we quickly settled on four outfits to take to her house: 2 dresses, a skirt-blouse combo, and a new romper. Dani had just bought it for me. I wasn't sure it would fit me now. I changed into a pair of my own panties, slipped off the sundress and bra so I could pull the romper up my legs. It was a flowery print on white design featuring short legs, long sheer sleeves, and a deep v-neckline. After I zipped up the back, I looked at it in our full-length mirror. The change my larger breasts made in how it fit me was surprising. Even without a bra to accentuate my bust, my cleavage was very prominent. In fact, the way my unsupported breasts swayed beneath the loose top was very sexy. Annette thought it looked super on me, and insisted I wear back to her house. I picked out the shoes to go with them, as I pretty much had a pair of shoes for every outfit. With that done, she followed me to my dresser and we started looking though my lingerie. Annette wanted to look at everything, despite my insistence that, like my shoes, Dani and I had coordinated a lot of my lingerie with individual outfits. I let her look through each drawer as I pulled out the things I needed to match my outerwear. When I tried to pick out a night-gown, however, she balked at what I selected. It was one of my longer baby-doll styles with a high neckline and matching full panty briefs. Annette preferred one of my other styles. It was much, much shorter and featured a tanga panty with attached garters. Plus, it had only two pearl buttons to hold together the open front. It was obviously designed to show off your body and with my new larger breasts, I knew it would provide little if any coverage. I tried to protest that it would impractical at her house, since it was designed to wear with stockings. Dani did like me to wear this, particularly when we had sex, so I suspected Annette had heard about this outfit before. But I couldn't understand why she would want me in it at her house. When she picked out a pair of my tulle-net stockings to wear with it, I understood. So far during my recovery at her house, Tom had remained in the background. But now that I was feeling better, it looked like Annette might want to use my improved body to boost her sexual play with him. Seeing as she was not going to relent, I picked out the rest of my lingerie, and gathered up my makeup. I asked about my wig, but she said I wouldn't be needing it any longer, as she had booked us for our salon makeovers tomorrow. As I put everything in a couple of my travel bags, Annette got me some paper. She told me to write Dan a short note, telling her I loved her and would be waiting to see her soon. My first attempt at writing it was not satisfactory. She made me re-do it, emphasizing I needed to change my handwriting from the block-type letters to a looser, more swoopy, and feminine style. She even suggested I use little hearts to dot the letter i's. Of course I had to sign it, Hanna your loving wife. I left it on her pillow to let her know we had been here. Back at her house, I wanted to change out of my romper, as it was so short that it showed the lace trim of my panties and I felt my new boobs were too exposed, but Annette told me I looked fine. When Tom came home, I could tell he liked how I looked, especially since this was the first I had worn heels after the operation. I helped her with dinner and we all sat together watching television later. Finally, Annette announced that she was going to change into something more relaxing. Looking at me with a sly grin on her face, she suggested I might want to get into my bed clothes as well. I felt like I was being used like an erotic tape to ramp up Tom's libido. I put on the garter-panty first. It fit well and covered me okay, with just a bit of cheek exposed - nothing I hadn't flashed him before. But when I slid the baby-doll on, the top was so open, my nipples were right at the edge of the front opening, and the top button kept popping free as my larger breasts were too much for it to hold. Of course with the stockings, I was forced to wear my sexy bedroom slippers, slides with a lace-net poof on the strap and four-inch heels. I did wrap my sheer robe around me, but still I had to blush a bit when I rejoined them. Annette had changed into a long, clingy gown that highlighted her tight curves. It was all Tom could do to keep from ogling us. I could see his eyes flit back and forth between us, as he obviously enjoyed the show. Every time I shifted in my chair, I had to check to be sure my new boobs were inside my gown. After 30 minutes of this teasing, Annette suggested we might want to turn in early, as I had done a lot and might need to recuperate. I peeled off my panty and stockings before I settled into my bed. Soon, the sounds of their love-making could be heard. Although it was not something I had ever expected to do, I did feel proud a bit of how erotic my new look was. Before these recent changes, my entire self-worth had been based on the status of my job, my role as a husband and provider, and being head of our household. My appearance had just been something I never worried over or even thought about. Since Dani had taken over the husband role and I had been reassigned as a wife, redesigned into a feminine persona, my self-worth had changed. It was becoming abundantly clear now, that being seen as pretty, cute, stylish, and even sexy should be my primary concern. It was to be important to me now that men find me attractive and hot and that women feel that I was one of them. Even having to adjust my handwriting to be visually attractive was more important almost than what I had to say. As I thought about the upcoming reunion, I tried not to think about how this might change my job. Work had always been a relief for me, because I knew I was good at it. But as I looked at the layout of the employees at our firm, I had to admit that there were several women who were as good as or better than me, skill-wise. I had never worried over why they were stuck in lower positions, positions without much authority or decision-making power. Tim, my manager had subtly indicated that 'girls' had certain positions that were best suited for them. Would he see me now, as someone who would be better off in a support role? I knew there were at least two men who could easily slide into my job. Since I didn't have a regular assistant, a female assistant, like the other task leaders, would he take this opportunity to promote one of them, suggesting I help Mr. so and so become competent at his new job? I had seen that before, where an open position was given to the man, and the woman who had been his equal before, suddenly shifted to helping him complete his assignments, becoming his 'girl-Friday'. At least the pay differential wasn't drastic, although women always got less even at the same pay grade, it was more about status and power. Hopefully such a change wouldn't mean a pay cut for me. At the firm, men could offer new ideas, suggest improvements, and debate process changes. The women might be in the room, but rarely did they say something and if so, it was usually brushed off. I had also heard an idea suggested by a woman which had then been downplayed, then be suggested by a man at the next meeting and embraced as if it were the Holy Grail. Would that me my fate since I had been feminized? I had lost my role as the head of my own house, would I face a similar transition at work? I had gotten used to doing what I wanted, when I wanted with little or no explanations. Could I adjust to following someone else's directions? My new bigger breasts might force more changes than I had originally thought about. Maybe I should have spoken out in the recovery room. When I got the opportunity to have the implants and natural breast tissue removed, it could be too late to change anyone's perceptions about me. It took me a long time, with these worries, to fall asleep. In fact, Annette had to stick her head in my room to wake me. She saw my pile of stockings and panty next to the bed, and suggested I put them back on to eat breakfast with her and Tom. I was groggy enough that when I went to the kitchen for some coffee that I didn't even bother to see if I was covered up. I hadn't used my robe, and as I walked by the two of them seated at the table, Tom's head turned to watch me go by. Pouring my coffee, I could see that both buttons were undone and my new breasts were on display, almost as if I were naked. I subtly pulled the edges together to hook the buttons. I assumed he was staring at my ass, peeking out from under the hem of my short top. My panty had crept into my ass crack and I wanted desperately to pull-it out, but because he was looking I let it go. My new role flashed again in my mind - pretty plaything. The best I could do, was just turn, so I could at least look at him and smile. A quick glance at my boobs and he turned to kiss Annette, telling her he had to go to work. As he left he chided her to not spend too much money today. I could tell he lorded the fact that he was the provider over her. I blushed as I remembered telling Dani that many times before. Once he was gone, I sat at the table. Annette and I planned out our day. First getting my new look at the salon, then shopping for new bras at Carol's and then maybe checking out the latest shoes at the mall. Annette also said maybe we could meet Cindy for a drink before dinner, as she was dying to see my new look. I agreed to this schedule, although inwardly I cringed at how my every moment was now infused with a feminine touch. I could see I would never be masculine again. As we got up to head back to our rooms to change, I suddenly felt her hand slide across my cheek and begin playing with my tanga. I glanced over my shoulder, shocked at this contact. "I thought you'd feel this soft. You just look so delicious to me now, I couldn't help it. I thought maybe we could just go to my room. I have a nice vibrator there. I don't think it is as big as Dan's is, but it is pretty thick. I know it has been a few days since Dan fucked you, so I thought you might be missing it a bit. When Tom was fucking me last night, thanks to you by the way, I couldn't keep but thinking how it would be like to be on the other side of it. If you let me fuck your new pussy, I'd stroke your cock too. Let you come, at least one more time like a man. It may be the last chance you get. I imagine once Dan sees your new big breasts, she'll totally prefer to be on top when she fucks you. It would be a once in a lifetime kind of thing for me, cause Tom would never allow me to use him like a girl. Plus I'm sure Dan would be fine with you pleasing me too. I mean she seems happy that you can get Tom all excited, I think because other men finding you attractive, means she's done a good job making you into her girl. Please, be my girl too." While she had been whispering these shocking words to me, Annette had gently guided me toward the master bedroom, while also starting to fondle my cock. Even though I found the whole idea wrong, her touch provoked a reaction from me. My penis tucked backward in the crotch of my panty, began to expand as she felt it. It was hard for me to argue against her suggestions, when I began to get hard so easily. When we reached her bed, she deftly pulled my panty down my legs, allowing my cock to pop forward. Released from its satin prison, my dick quickly stiffened up completely. With little fanfare, Annette positioned me, kneeling on her bed with my ass toward her. She moved her hand briefly from my cock, leaving it twitching, while she slipped off her pajamas so she was totally nude. Seeing her body reinforced my desires, but also caused a twinge in me as I realized she and I looked more alike than different now. Annette removed the silver vibrator from her nightstand. I glanced over my shoulder to see it; as she had described, it looked rather thick, with raised ribs curving from a bulbous head. I could hear it buzz, as she lightly coated it with lubricant, which she generously applied to her left hand as well. Smiling I saw her position the sex toy at my anus, as she resumed stroking my cock. It just took a few strokes, before I was leaking pre-cum, dripping onto a pair of Tom's boxers she had tossed below me. My focus quickly shifted to my ass, as she began to plunge her vibrator into me. The hardness of it, spreading me open, reminded me it had been awhile since I had this feeling. Maybe I had missed it. Although I was the one being stimulated, I heard a low moan from Annette, and could feel her rubbing her crotch against the edge of the footboard. She had straddled the round bed post so she could move against it to stimulate her labia and clitoris. Obviously the symbolic nature of her fucking me with her toy, was making her hot. It also made me realize that even though I was playing around sexually with Annette, it would hardly classify as cheating on Dani, as I was not touching her and she was using me more as a type of erotic toy rather than a man. As she fucked my ass, she slowed down on pumping my cock, both prolonging my sexual tension and reflecting her increased intention on her own interests. Her humping of the bed frame, was shaking the whole bed and there was a sort of rhythm between her plunging in and out of me and the motion of her pussy against the hard surface. Annette suddenly picked up the pace of her fondling my dick, fucking my ass, and rubbing her crotch on the bed post. Reaching her climax, she paused momentarily as a shudder went through her body accompanied by a guttural sigh. This initial orgasm, whetted her appetite and she resumed her sexual manipulations of me. This time she was more vocal and began to synchronize all her movements. I could feel my orgasm building too, as time away from Dani had elevated my sexual needs as well. Reaching a crescendo of movement and sound, we both came. Her screams and my whimpering meshed as I came several times. The release of our sexual tensions, caused us both to collapse momentarily. She moved her hands to my hips, leaving her toy buzzing away in my ass as my cock rapidly deflated. Annette was so spent, that she shifted to lay beside me. I had become used to this by now, as Dani often collapsed after we completed sex, so I began the cleanup process. I had no desire to keep her vibrator in me since we were done and moved to return the situation to a non- sexual one. I was so stunned by what had just happened that these mundane acts of cleaning up, help me find my base again. It was difficult to believe what she had just done to me or more accurately used me. I didn't find it hard to rationalize it though, as I had been a somewhat willing accomplice to stimulating her husband in order to increase her sexual reward. Also, as my mind cleared I found it complimentary in a perverse way, that Annette found my situation so erotic that it moved her to do this. I had just finished washing the vibrator and wiping the excess lube off my cock and ass, when she called to me from the bedroom. I returned to see her spread out on her back, smiling. "Oh my gosh, Hanna, that was awesome. I knew Dan loved how you had been pleasing her, but to experience it for myself was mind-blowing. It was so different than anything else I've ever done. Just the rush from seeing your tight pussy take it like that and the power I felt as I fucked you with my cock, made me want to come so bad. I'll always appreciate you for doing this for me. It will help me feel really close to you and you can count on me to always be in your corner. I know how much Dan wants you to be her girl and I imagine that is such a scary change for you, but I will help however I can to make you more comfortable. If it helps, your new boobs look totally awesome already and you have such an innate sexual aura that fits perfectly with your new identity. So relax, enjoy the journey, and I definitely believe you've made the right decision." She got up and came to hug me. Before I would have felt it was so wrong to be this close to another man's wife. But now, I guess, I saw how I was not the kind of threat a man would worry about. She pulled me close to wrap her arms around me, meshing our breasts together. Annette held me tight a moment, pulled back to give me a light, nonsexual kiss. A kiss of friendship between two girlfriends. I had a feeling that Tom would have loved to see what had just happened between us and would likely have been fucking the eyes out of Annette by now. So, despite having done something I couldn't have imagined doing, I was okay with it. The first concern I had, was that maybe Annette was right. Maybe that was the last time I would come with my cock totally hard and erect. I know my recent orgasms with Dani had been much different, more internal like a wave striking my whole body. In any case, we had to get ready. So I whispered to her that I needed a quick shower. She nodded her agreement and we took one together, lightly washing each other. Any other time, this would have been so sexy, but somehow it felt like being with the sister I never had. Despite the close contact, I didn't get hard or react sexually. We dried off, she going into her closet while I went to the spare bedroom to get ready. But as I started getting dressed, a thought that had been in my head for several days emerged to take center stage. Soon after I realized what had happened in surgery, almost before I pieced together the mistakes I made to indicate to Dr. Lucas that I wanted bigger not smaller boobs, this idea had started to grow. It had become more and more insistent in my head. Now it was the dominant thought, even overshadowing my embarrassment about having been used by Annette. I couldn't shake the idea that I had intentionally botched my requests, so that I would indeed wind up with bigger, pretty, and entirely feminine breasts rather than a flat, masculine chest. That somehow I had sabotaged my answers to show my inner desires to be more like a woman. It wasn't hard to support this theory of how my surgery had gone so wrong. That idea crushed any resistance I had to fight what Annette wanted me to do. I no longer had the will to avoid revealing my radical changes to others. I was going to be outed fully at the reunion. I finished getting dressed, putting on my skirt and blouse with the bra from my surgery and bikini panties. Annette had me do just light makeup, mostly mascara, lipstick and some eye shadow, as the salon would likely redo it anyway. We were soon on our way, my mind still focused on whether my enhancement was an accident or intentional on my part. When we entered the salon, it was bustling with clients and stylists. I immediately felt awkward, but surprisingly my biggest concern was how my staid, support bra looked under my low cut top. I readjusted my blouse, while Annette talked to the receptionist. Luckily we were right on time, and didn't have to wait. Going into the back of the salon, I realized I really didn't know what we were getting done. I whispered to Annette, asking about her plans. She turned and told me, she had arranged for a full spa day, as well as hair and makeup. First step would be waxing and then a relaxing massage and facial. That would be followed by manicures and pedicures. The last part would be to select my new hair style, and get a makeup makeover. She told me to just relax and enjoy getting pampered, it was all part of being a woman. I nodded my head, as if I agreed, but I was nervous to begin with. I was especially concerned about the waxing. I had to get undressed down to my panties. It was pretty awkward, but I just tried to remain calm. But once we started, I felt relieved, although it was painful. Annette had limited the hair removal to just my legs, underarms, and forearms. Because it had been about two weeks since I shaved, there was enough to allow the technician to do a good job. I had often wondered about why women would undergo such a painful process, but the pain was manageable and I saw how smooth my skin was afterward. It was also the first time the hair had been removed on my arms, and I couldn't get over how thinner and more feminine they looked. I could sense why women would go this route, especially when she told me that I would be smoother longer. The last step was to lightly shape my brows, which the technician told me would open up my eyes, and with the right makeup would make them really stand out. When she was done, she gave me robe to wrap up and I followed her for the massage and facial. At that point Annette joined me. The next hour was wonderful. The whole body massage relaxed me although I had the masseuse avoid my chest. The facial made me feel like had brand new skin. All the tension of the morning events drained from my body and the quiet time allowed me to put the changes I had undergone into perspective. With my new attitude, Annette and I went to get our nails done. Again, it was much more of a pampering feeling than I had ever expected. I felt like someone special, as the woman was so focused on me. Annette had chosen a full red color, but suggested I might prefer a simple French tip style, as it would go with all the colorful outfits I preferred. Similarly, we chose a short gel extension, as she told me that it would be an easy adjustment than the longer options. When the lady was done, I had to admit they gave me a much more finished looked. My hands and feet definitely looked more feminine. The next step however was the hardest. Annette and I went to get our hair done. She was just having a short trim, wash and blow out. But for me, we looked at a couple of style books and a range of color options. She liked a curly bob style, that she told me would give me just the right playful but sexy look that Dani would love. The stylist said that was a very current look and would be perfect given my hair length. It could also transition to longer styles, as my hair grew. I had reservations that it might be hard to get that look at home, but both women were adamant that it would just take some work with a curling iron or a few rollers to do it. The stylist finally suggested we add some simple highlights to emphasize my natural blonde colors. Despite my concerns, she proceeded with their plan. The whole thing took a couple of hours, even though the cutting was minimal, mostly aimed at giving me straight bangs. When she took out the rollers, set them with some spray, and turned my chair so I could look at my new reflection, I let out a soft sigh. It had fully changed my look. Even without makeup, the way the curls and bangs framed my face was a look only a woman would have. Annette was thrilled and told me Dani would love it. Beaming, she asked how I liked my new look. It took me a few moments, but finally I told them I thought it was a beautiful haircut and I loved how the curls shook when I moved my hair. It wasn't really how I felt, seeing myself like this made me realize how little I looked like a man anymore, but I couldn't answer truthfully. With our hair done, a makeup stylist gave us a quick makeover. For me, she focused mostly on showing me how to fill in my brows, what shadows to use to accentuate my deep blue eyes, and the sexy accent that false eyelashes gave me. Finishing me out, with a vibrant deep pink lipstick and just a little blush, we were done. The last thing I needed was to get my piercings done. That went quickly, with the technician using a gun to do my ears and a curved needle to pierce my navel. After all that happened, making these permanent changes seemed minor. After the technician explained how to keep them cleaned, and let me know I could switch the jewelry out in a few days if I was careful, we were ready to leave. Annette covered all the tips, despite my protests, whispering that she owed me for what I had given her earlier. With our new looks, Annette drove us over to Carol's lingerie shop. With all that had happened to me, from the breast implants, the sexual interlude with Annette, and the public transformation at the salon, this step seemed like the one that cemented my transformation. Once Dani's extended family saw how permanent my acceptance was of my female status and how much I apparently embraced my new look, then convincing them otherwise would be an almost impossible task. Walking into her shop, I felt like I was being made to walk-the- plank, falling out of control to my doom. Carol saw us, and I could see her recognize Annette immediately, but the look on her face made it clear that it took her a moment to realize who I was. I know my appearance was totally different; my hair, nails and of course my much larger bust gave me a tremendously feminine presentation. Once she did realize it was me, she came to me grinning. "Oh Hanna, I love your new look! That hair style is just perfect. The way it completes your look is wonderful, so flirty, so girly, and absolutely divine. Has Dan seen it yet?" As she spoke, Carol lightly bounced the curls at the side of my head with her hand, seeing how bouncy they were. I wasn't quite ready to speak so I shook my head no to indicate that Dani had not seen it, being not quite sure if Carol's question was real or rhetorical. She gave me a light hug and stepped back a little, but kept her hands lightly gripping the tops of my arms. "I see you've got your nails done too. I like how they complete your look, much more feminine. There's just something about having polished nails that signals you've gone all out to look just right. I like your new makeup too! Your eyes were always beautiful, but with those lashes and refined brows, they are heart breakers." She had moved her right hand down my arm to take my hand in hers, as she examined my nail extensions. Carol also took her left hand to lightly move the curls at the side of my face so she could get a better look at my refined eye makeup. Her focused attention to every detail of my new look was a bit embarrassing as it confirmed that my new look was not just a subtle change from my previous appearance. But as she looked me over, I saw a puzzled look on her face. Carol stared at my chest and lightly moved my blouse to reveal the bra strap. Further confused she looked over at Annette and then back to me. "Hanna, I don't recognize that bra; it isn't one that I sold you. Plus you look different, perhaps bigger. No definitely bigger. Is that padding or have you...?" Carol let her question trail off, not willing to complete it for me. Her inquiries brought a full blush to my face. I was just glad that the one other customer in her shop was busy on the other side of some sale racks and not close enough to hear. I decided I should answer these questions, but Annette spoke up before I could. "It isn't padding Aunt Carol. Hanna decided she wanted to fully embrace her new life style. To make a change so she would be more what Dan wanted in a wife. You don't recognize that bra, because it was a support bra to wear after her surgery. That's one reason we're here. Hanna needs to be re-measured so she can get new bras. We want to find something perfect for her debut at the reunion this weekend. Isn't that wonderful?" "That is exciting news. Wow, I wouldn't have guessed you'd go this far. I felt like once you accepted your condition, that you and Dan would find a happy compromise. Something that would satisfy her at home, but still let you be Hank outside your home and our family. But taking this step, is so brave and so considerate of Dan's feelings. I know she must be thrilled at this. What did she say when she saw you?" I swallowed and whispered to her that Dani didn't know about this change yet. Seeing how I was still struggling with admitting what I had done, Annette piped up. "Hanna asked me to bring her home after the surgery. She had scheduled it so that Dan wouldn't know ahead of time. Once we got to my house, we decided it would be best if she recovered more before going home. As we talked, I realized that now was the perfect time for Hanna to emerge to everyone. We agreed that if she got her ears pierced for the jewelry we gave her, that it would make keeping her secrets even harder, especially with her enhancements. Plus I knew Dan would love having Hanna fully accept her new life. Getting her hair, makeup, and nails done seemed natural. Plus I wanted to let her experience a day at the spa, with a facial, massage and waxing. You know to show her being a woman can be really rewarding in so many ways. I have to admit she took to it like a duck to water and we had a great time. I figured some sexy new lingerie and maybe some new shoes would be the perfect way to celebrate Hanna's complete acceptance of her new life." Aunt Carol looked me in the eye and began to smile even bigger. She pulled me close for another hug, this one lasting several minutes. She whispered in my ear that she was proud of me, happy for me, and would do everything in her power to be sure I looked wonderful and complete as a woman. Finally ending the hug, she moved back and grabbed my hand. "I'm so excited. Let's get you into the changing room so I can fit your new figure with some beautiful bras. I remember most of what you bought before, so we should be able to match your other lingerie with a similar bra in your new size. But we'll also look at some new ones too. Annette's right, getting new lingerie is exciting and a reward to enjoy." She pulled me back toward the room where she, Dani and I had begun my transition to my female status. I cringed thinking about how if I had only stood up for myself, or at least been compliant in wearing the plain bras for support, that I might not be here now, in this condition. But there was little time for reflection or consideration of turning back the clock. Aunt Carol wanted to see my new breasts and help work some magic so that Dani would be stunned at the reunion. Because of all that I had been through recently, I stripped down to my panties with no hesitations. I mean Annette had seen and done so much with me, that I had nothing to hide from her. Carol was in essence one of the main architects of my situation, so she too was among my inner circle. As I straightened up, after slipping off my skirt, I faced Carol, my new breasts proudly jutting toward her. Her mouth dropped open, but she wasn't reluctant to reach out and lightly trace my new curves, only taking care to avoid the small Band-Aids that covered my incision points. I was bright enough to realize that she likely had seen many women who had undergone breast enhancements, so how mine looked wouldn't be a surprise. Once she had felt them, her mouth moved into another smile showing how much she liked my new look. "Hanna, I have to tell you that your bust looks perfect. You now have such perfectly shaped and full breasts. They are absolutely stunning. I see a lot of women, many who've undergone enhancements, and you're about the prettiest I've ever seen. I mean before, you had cute breasts. But they were typical, in that they had a few flaws. But now, they are unbelievable. I imagine that Dan will be so pleased. Not that she wasn't already very satisfied with how you handled your condition. Seeing that you've taken this next step, however, will please her to no end, I'm sure. But enough of my babbling, let me measure you." Carol moved to me and quickly wrapped her tape around my chest. She took a couple of quick measurements, under my breasts and then across them, centering on my rapidly hardening nipples. She had retrieved the history sheet she had filled out for me starting on my first visit. Writing down the new numbers, she looked up at me with a smile. "Well, I'm not sure if you were aiming for a certain size or what, but you are now a full double D-cup. Most women of that size tend to have a bit of droop, but yours are so taut and full. Especially given how little time as elapsed since your surgery. I see little if any post-surgical swelling and unlike many implants, they don't look like they need to settle down your torso. They are again absolutely lovely. Now I have a list of your matching sets, so I'm going to pick out bras for you in your new size. I'll be right back." She left to find the bras. When I heard my new bra measurement, I cringed. As a boy, I had lusted over large-breasted women. But when I met Dani, I put those infantile urges aside, as we seemed like such a good match. Now I had breasts that rivaled any of the ones I had stared at in the magazines. How had it come to this? I looked down at them, their size practically hiding the view of my lower body. Annette saw my glance, smiled and moved to me. Once again she gave me a light hug and told me she was jealous of how nice mine looked. Maybe she'd get hers touched up too? Otherwise, she might have to see if Dan would let Tom play with mine a bit. She laughed at that last comment, indicating she was only kidding. But I couldn't get it out of my mine that now I had body that men would really lust over. I knew how men could be and if I continued to dress as Dani wanted me to, then I could expect some harassment as I went about my daily life. Carol returned with a handful of bras, as my thoughts tumbled around my future. Those thoughts got increasingly stronger as I tried on each bra. They were ones that matched outfits I already owned, but I was struck by how much more prominent my breasts looked in them. I know based on Carol's measurements that I they had increased significantly in size, but the bras really seemed to highlight it. The light blue bra with lace trim was one that I had worn several times and in my original size, seemed to look almost dainty, perhaps because the lace added a sweet touch. But in the larger size, it seemed to be much sexier, reflecting a fullness and brazen uplifting of each breast. I felt like the new bras were over emphasizing my breasts. As I tried each new one, it dawned on me. It wasn't the bras that gave me an overly sexy image, it was me. My breasts now were so large, full, and voluptuous, that likely no matter what I wore, they would be sexy. Again, I had a sense of my future in the real world. Of course, all Carol and Annette saw was how pretty, cute, or attractive each bra was on me. In my dreams, women with large breasts must love how sexy they made them look. In reality, I could see how they might be like an anchor, keeping them rooted in one place. No one would see me again without seeing my large breasts. Also, in my younger fantasies, I assumed that big breasts on a women, meant she was hot and likely horny all the time. I assumed other men would think that too, that I was eager for sex all the time. I wanted to cry as I flashed back to my surgery expectations that I would once again be like I was when I was a boy, flat-chested and normal. That opportunity had passed, and I surreptitiously wiped away a tear so as continue to portray to the women that I too, shared their joy and enthusiasm in my new look. Finally, having tried on all the new bras, Annette mentioned to Carol that I would need something new, something for my debut at the reunion. She thought a cute bra and panty set, maybe a thong, in green would be good. Carol suggested I keep the last bra on, put on my blouse and skirt and we could browse the options. I joined the two women, as we looked around Carol's shop. As I worked around the racks, and glanced at items Annette and Carol pointed out, I felt another rush of regret. Looking up from a particularly lacey thong, I caught the eyes of the other customer who was also browsing. She was a middle-aged women, probably a few years older than me. She was looking, rather intently, at a girdle as if she had to make a decision. It was a brief style, but with a built-in waist trimmer featuring metal corset stays. I could see she had a bit of a paunch, a little bulge showing through the front of her slacks. It appeared to me, she was trying to decide if she really needed some shapewear to regain a more slim appearance. It struck me at that moment about how cruel standards are for women. I could see her wedding band, so assumed she had a husband. I would have bet anything that he had a big belly, likely a beer belly, bigger than the small bulge that she showed. But it was her, not him, who was worried that she looked 'fat' and was contemplating wiggling into the tight control garment. Women even as they aged, had to constantly worry about their appearance and trying to be attractive. As she continued to look at the girdle, the other saleslady came over and offered an assessment: it was a very effective piece of shapewear and would she like to try it on? I could see conflict across her face. She didn't want to try it, but inside her, the fear of not being attractive, young looking, any longer made her nod yes. The saleslady, picked out a girdle in the same design, only a different size, so the customer could compare them. I looked away at that point, as if I had seen my future. Annette butted in at that moment. She was holding a matching set of bra and panty in a lovely shade of light green. "Hanna, what about these? I think they are close to the color of the trim on your outfit. Want to try them on and see how you look?" Like the other shopper, I wanted to say no. I didn't need another bra or panty, especially ones that were sheer with a lace overlay. I had learned those designs looked very pretty, but were usually uncomfortable. All my new bras incorporated stiff wires and support panels to hold my larger breasts. I knew after a few hours of wearing them, that the pressure would leave marks and I would be feeling like I was being squeezed. Besides what difference would it make if the color matched my outfit? Weren't these supposed to be worn underneath my clothes, not on display? But I saw the excitement in Annette's eyes. I also knew I would have to find something in green, or we would keep shopping until I did. So I smiled, told her they looked nice and took them. I went into the dressing stall next to where the older women was. I heard her ask the saleslady if she looked trimmer in this one. I knew right away, she was going to buy the smaller of the two sizes and would live with the discomfort, all so she would look smooth and sleek in her pants. Fitting the green bra onto my bigger breasts, I felt the same way. The design was tight. It lifted my breasts so they both projected forward and upward. The padding and wires formed my breasts into an unnatural position, but one that men would find sexy. However, I knew I would only look forward to the moment when I could unhook the band and remove it. The panty wasn't much different. The back of the thong had sculpted lace trim that looked gorgeous as it framed my ass cheeks. But again after wearing it a few hours, I was sure that it would scratch the sensitive skin in that area and literally be a pain in the ass. But I knew now that I would wear them. I would wear them so I would look sexy for Dani and other men at the reunion. I would wear them so the women at the party would see that I understood and accepted our fate and that women should always look attractive no matter the pain or discomfort. By the time I put on my clothes, and took the lingerie to join the women, I saw that Annette had found a new baby-doll nightgown. It was sized so it would fit my larger breasts, but was a sheer pleated design that hid nothing. I had the feeling that Tom would love how it looked on me tonight and Annette would appreciate his lust in bed. The rest of the day flew by as I thought about my future. After we left Carol's shop, we spent a couple of hours at a mall, going from shop to shop. I must have tried on fifty pairs of shoes, mostly heels. Annette called it 'shoe therapy', as she tried on nearly as many. In the end, we both ended up with three new pairs. We found a lovely new pump style, with a sculpted side and golden heel. She got it in nude and I picked black. I wore black pumps a lot when I worked around the house, so I knew I could use another pair to space out how often I wore each one. Of course, she insisted I get a new pair of heels for the reunion. I questioned her on that, as I knew the party was at a bowling alley and I had just a sports outfit to wear. But she reasoned that I would not be bowling very much, generally only the guys did the activities at the reunion, so if I did I could slip off the shoes. So we finally 'compromised' on a platform wedge sandal with a glittery green trim. She suggested I combine it with some opaque white stockings that came up just over my knee. They had a stay-up silicon band so I wouldn't need garters and she was able to locate an optional green plaid bow that attached to the top. Annette seemed thrilled that she had 'completed' my outfit with just the right touches. To celebrate, we met Cindy at a nice little wine bar for drinks. She was overwhelmed by how I looked. She kept complimenting me on how eager I was to please Dan and agreed with Annette that surprising her with my new look at the reunion would be a wonderful surprise. By the time we got back to Annette's house, I was worn out. Luckily she had planned ahead and had a nice casserole ready to put in the oven for dinner. The rest of the evening went as I had feared. Tom lusting over me; he noticed my new hair and makeup, telling me I looked like a million bucks. Of course, Annette did maneuver me into my new nightgown, as she said 'let's go put on something more relaxing'. Luckily, he got so turned on, they soon suggested an earlier bedtime. The house was again filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Alone, in my bed, my thoughts kept returning to how trapped I felt. During the whole day, little episodes occurred that told me that my new life would be tortuous for me. Although Annette loved the shoe shopping, it seemed so unnecessary to me. Subtle differences in styles or colors seemed important to her, but often their significance passed me by. I knew I would likely spend many afternoons like that, shopping for clothes, shoes, or makeup, hours spent trying to make minor 'improvements' in my appearance. Walking around the mall with Annette had been so frightening. I couldn't help but notice the stares from men as I walked by. Earlier I would have been so worried that they saw me as a man in a women's clothes. Now my fear was that they saw nothing but a woman. I had even heard a wolf whistle once, but I didn't turn or react to it. I just told myself it had to be directed at someone else, but the shame of knowing how I looked was bad enough. Shopping wasn't the only action I knew I would dread. The events at the salon I knew would become routine. Annette mentioned several times, that she always enjoyed going with Dani to get their hair done, or to try out a new nail color. I could see I was expected to fill that role now. Finally, I couldn't forget that poor lady at Carol's shop and her agony over buying the restrictive girdle. Would that be me in a few years? I mean I wore foundations now, but not the rigidly reinforced style she had chosen. I could see how comments from my girlfriends, or disapproving looks from Dani might pressure me to sacrifice even more of freedom. To willing squeeze myself with such garments, just so I would present a lovely image for my husband. I felt like I was losing any control over my own life. Although I finally fell asleep, my worries returned the next morning. Calling my office to tell them I would have to take the rest of the week off, brought a kidding comment from my boss Tim. He said maybe he should just line up my co-worker, Justin, to take over my work. His laugh made it seem like a joke, but I couldn't help but wonder if that might be true after the reunion this weekend. I mean Justin was one of the young engineers they had hired. He had degree and interned during the summers at a large firm. I had only been to technical school, with my experience developed at our firm. My worries about the future continued. The next couple of days gave me further hints of my new life. Annette insisted I join her and Tom for breakfast each morning, where he ogled my body through the sheer nightgown. Once he left, we got dressed. Annette paid extra attention to me, helping learn some new makeup tricks and how to style my hair. We usually spent most of the morning that way. Then we'd head out for lunch or to window shop. Apparently, Annette loved to try on clothes and she expected me to follow suit. She told me, that it was part of a most women's DNA to love shopping. She kidded me, that even though it had only been a few days, she already felt I was one of her BFFs, and once I was fully outed at the reunion, the two of us would spend every free Saturday going to all her favorite shops. If we went by each one frequently enough we would be able to see new stock right after it came to the store, or find sales before the best items were taken. The one day we weren't shopping, she asked me to help clean the house and wash laundry. That surprisingly made me feel better. Doing the routine chores around the house for Dani was something I had gotten used to. It somehow felt right when I was dressed as Hanna. Although washing Tom's underwear and ironing his shirts felt ironic; I didn't even do those things for myself. The brightest spots over these few days were my phone calls to Dani. Annette suggested we talk each day, so she wouldn't worry. The first time, I explained everything was alright, I was fine, but we were working on a big surprise for her. Having no contract outside of phone conversations, reminded me of when I first dated Dani. She had gone with her family on a month-long trip out west. I had looked forward to and really enjoyed when we talked on the phone while she was gone. Now our conversations were very similar and always ended with telling each other how much we loved one another and looked forward to being together. The hardest part for me was trying not to reveal anything about what I was doing with Annette, so she would be surprised at the party. On our last call, Dani told me she had a surprising news for me too and couldn't wait for Sunday. That was when I told her, I was coming home. I also wondered why she never mentioned the reunion on Saturday. Finally it was time to step out and reveal my condition to everyone.