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Janet L. Stickney
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It was a stupid bet, but with almost 300 grand on the table, and me
holding three of a kind, how could I not take the bet? It was really
quite simple. It went like this.
"Up a hundred."
"I only have 55K," I told him.
"Then you'll lose."
"I saw his girlfriend whisper in his ear, then...."
"See that old lady over there?" he pointed at her. "I'll let you cover
the bet by agreeing to get breasts as big as hers if you lose. But you
have to keep them for a minimum of three years."
I looked over at the woman, saw his girlfriend walk over and start
talking to her, then come back to the table.
"She wears a double D cup bra."
"You agree to get double D boobs, and keep them for three years from
the time you get them, if you lose. That's the bet."
Now, I was holding three of a kind, which is a great hand in anyone's
book, so I agreed, confident that I was going to win the hand.
"I agree," I said, but added, "as long as the doctor says it's safe,"
then laid the cards on the table. Looking across at him, I saw him grin
as he laid down a straight. 4,5,6,7,8, all in the same suit. A
straight flush, which beat my threes! I was almost in shock!
"I'll give you three months to get it done, but to prove it, prove that
you really have the boobs, you have to appear right here and show me
the boobs. Three months or the boys will be looking for you." He held
up three fingers as I walked away, still stunned that I had lost.
Three months! Not only boobs, but big boobs! By the time I got home,
the word had started to spread, so there was no way that I could get
out of it. I told my mom, and she was furious.
"Double D? Do you have any idea just how big that is? I wear a full C
cup, and you can see how big I am! Tell me, just how did you lose this
bet?"
"I had three of a kind! That never loses!"
"What game?"
"Seven card poker."
"You never play that! What possessed you to do that?"
I had no answer for her. It was just plain stupid on my part, and it
looked like I was about to get fitted with some huge boobs. I really
had no choice, which was reinforced by a phone call from one of the
guys goons, reminding me of my obligation. My phone had a text from
some of the show girls I know, and they all suggested the same doctor.
Apparently the word had spread very quickly. I had no choice, so the
next morning I called him and made an appointment.
As I sat across from the doctor I knew that I had no choice but to tell
him exactly what happened and the reason resulting in my being there.
He listened to my tale, then sat back just staring at me before he
spoke.
"You do know that double D cup breasts are very heavy, right?"
"My mom told me."
"Well, here is how I see it," he said quietly. "First, you are probably
too small for breasts that big to start with! Girls and women grow into
them gradually, and they learn how to manage and their chest muscles
adapt! And, even if I did ignore all that and give them to you, you
simply cannot hide them. Breasts that size must have some support,
meaning a bra. Which means that the moment you put on a bra that big
they will stick out on you as if we painted you orange. So, unless you
want to be known as the boob guy and fodder for every pulp magazine in
the country, we have to make it possible for you to fit in, right?"
"Fit in? But how!?" The moment I said that I knew how. A girl. He is
suggesting that I become a girl!
"I see you figured it out. But before you say no, think about this. You
make your living playing poker. Just how many people will take you
seriously if you show up with your shirt straining against breasts that
big?. How long before someone attacks you to see if they are real? Your
only chance of maintaining your ability to pay poker and not become a
farce is to let me help you become a young lady. However, I will tell
you that I have many clients that are boys, many that are currently
working as showgirls. Think about that. And at your age, 21, and
someone your size, I promise that you will fit right in, and you can
still play poker. Maybe even use your new attributes to your
advantage!"
"How long?"
"I cannot just give you Double D implants to start with. Your body
could not handle a shock like that, so I'll start with a B cup, then
after your skin adapts I move you to a C cup and so on. Maybe 8 months
before you will be able to have the Double D breasts that you want. But
that is more than enough time to make the rest of the changes that you
will need and let you adapt to being what looks like a female."
"Like what! Heels and a dress. What is so hard about that?"
"Just how many hairy girls have you seen? And then there is the
restroom issue, and other legalities. You can't play unless you have a
valid ID, right? There really isn't any other choice is there? I will
start you on a regimen of very aggressive hormone therapy, enough to
make your body become hairless and will also round out your shape. In
about two months, after your body starts changing I will do your first
implants, but by then you'll be better able to grasp your situation,
and I will give you a letter so that you can get you legal ID. But
first, lets do a complete physical."
I got that first shot, then took my first pill that day, and sadly, I
went back to the casino to face my opponent. I told him what the doctor
told me about the time it would take and why, plus the unlikely chance
that my body would support Double D breasts, at least to start with. I
told him the doctor recommended a D cup as the largest size for me. He
merely smiled, then conceded to the doctors advice, and gave me the 8
month time lag, but once again told me that from the day I got the D
cup boobs, that I had to keep them for 3 years.
Over the next two months I lost some weight, lost almost all of my body
hair, and started to round out a little. My hips got bigger and my butt
started to grow a bit and my breasts started to swell. It was happening
and I could not stop it. Then the doctor and I went over every single
thing about the implants, then....
"There is one more thing that you should seriously consider. You will
look like a young woman, and young ladies do not have that extra
appendage. I have a way of hiding it that will allow you to function as
normally as any other girl. I have helped many of the girls this way
and they are all very pleased."
"Just what is it you do? No cutting I hope!"
"Oh, there will be some cutting, but we do not completely remove your
male genitals. We rearrange them so that you look like any other young
lady. We will also remove your beard and relocate some of your body fat
to better round out your body, and we will fix your voice. All in all,
you will be here for about two weeks, but when you leave you will look
like any other 21 year old girl, and better, after I fix the vocal
chords, you will also sound like one! You will need someone to help you
get home."
Using a computer he showed me what my body would look like, especially
what my brand new vagina would look like! He explained every single
cut, snip, and relocation in great detail, and gross as all that was,
every single thing he said I would need to do was not only right, but I
needed to do it, and I knew it. Sadly, I nodded my head in agreement,
and he gave me a shot. I was out like a light, until he woke me about
two weeks later. I lay there, my hands roaming. I found the breasts,
the rounded hips, the smooth skin, and I could feel that my buns were
larger! And where my manhood once proudly reigned, I had girl parts! I
lay back and started to cry.
"How do you feel honey?"
"Mom! He turned me into a girl!"
"Yes, he did, and what a lovey girl you are! Now, let's get you dressed
and back home."
Within a few days I could walk around okay, it was getting used to
having breasts and sitting down in the bath that brought home the
reality of my changes. Then there was that ugly discussion with my mom
about staying "fresh," as she put it. I had no idea what she was
talking about at first, then the ugly started. This girl thing is a
pain. But, mom said that I looked exactly like a girl, and at her
insistence, I began to wear panties and a bra, skirts and blouses. It
was about a week before mom took me to her salon and I got what they
called the works. Waxing, starting with arms and legs, then a "bikini
strip," as the girl told me they called it. Hurt like hell, but she
gave no sign that I was anything but a girl, so I knew that doctor had
done a good job. My measurements, according to my mom, were 35-25-37.
In other words, I have a great booty. That's when I realized that I had
become a girl in every way, and decided that I had to do it, so I got
dressed in my best dress, the black chemise, with black panties and a
bra, my black heels, and left for the poker parlor.
"So. This is the new you."
"The doctor said it would be safer this way."
"Yeah, I can understand that."
"You only said that I had to have the boobs. You did not say that I had
to have them as a guy, so..."
"What are those?"
"These are a full B cup. The doctor said that I would get the double D
in stages. He said it would be safer."
"Okay. Thanks for stopping by."
After that mom and I went to get me a new drivers license, armed with a
letter from the doctor, a brand new name change signed by a judge, and
my mom as a witness. The name I chose? Mary. Easy, short, not real
girlie. That's why I chose it. Mom however wasn't having any of that
and insisted that my name be Emily. So I became Emily Mary. Luckily,
with a drivers license, I could play again. Mom suggested that I use my
new charms to my best advantage, so I wore a low cut dress and spike
heels with lots of nice perfume. It turns out that I did quite well. I
won a lot of money and got seven dinner invitations! Laughing inside I
drove home. Every night for the next week I began to use my new assets
and my skills at poker to continue to enhance my bank statement. But I
wanted to play the big table. I had to win some more for that to
happen.
Every day I became more and more adapted to being a female, and had
naturally started to use all of the hand and arm movements girls do,
and I began to talk like them. Every day at the gym doing aerobics with
mom had taken its toll, and I was down to 124 pounds. Just right for a
girl my size, and all that exercise had given me a fantastic figure. It
was about four months later that the doctor increased my breasts to a
full C cup, but everything about me had matured into my being a woman,
and by then I was used to having boobs and I simply bought bigger bras.
My mom is an Interior Designer, had always used her gym for her
aerobics class, and she was the one that insisted that I start going
with her. At first I hated it, but it got easier after a time, It was
only when I saw how much weight I lost, weight which made me look even
more like a girl that I had to admit that she was right. Several of the
other girls that played poker were also there, and we all became very
friendly. Then I found out that having an impressive rack gave me an
advantage at the tables, and I continued to play poker. I usually did
okay and almost everyone accepted me at the table.
There was one guy that always tried to get me banned from the table,
calling me "it," or he/she, a guy in a dress, that kind of thing. It
got so bad that several of the other players told him to back off, but
it seemed that he just could not do that. A few of the dealers banned
him from playing a few times, which he blamed on me of course. When
they finally decided to let him play, they had one of the gentlemen
that ensured a peaceful building stand behind him. There are two of
them. Both stand about 6'4," tall and weigh in at a stout 290 or
better. They usually call them bouncers. We call them gentlemen. Arthur
was standing at the table when the fool started in on me again.
"Hey! You going to let that shemale play?"
Right at that moment, Arthur asked him to be quiet or leave, which is
when he made a very bad mistake. First, he stood up, made a very rude
comment to Arthur, then he really screwed up. He took a swing, hitting
Arthur in the chest. To me, it sounded like a tomato hitting a wall.
Arthur just stood there, with no sign of pain, and merely grabbed the
guy by the neck and picked him up off the floor, carrying him to the
front door where he threw him out! The guy landed with a splat and all
of us could see it happen; Arthur merely straightened out his tux and
resumed his place at the table!
"You may proceed with the deal."
No stress at all, and we all sort of grinned at him. When the game was
over I was up about 30K, and I offered to buy Arthur dinner, which he
accepted. It turns out that Arthur played in the NFL but was seriously
injured and allowed to collect the rest of his contract and his pension
and retire. He also has a Masters degree in Math, plus a teaching
certificate! Wow! Surprised, we hit it off right away and I thanked him
for his efforts on my behalf.
"He didn't hurt you did he?"
"Him? Not hardly. He did make me wrinkle my shirt however."
"I heard him ranting about suing you!"
"So? Let him. I have the advantage of him being recorded hitting me.
Self defense. No sweat. And obviously his daddy never taught him how to
treat a lady."
I shook his hand and went home, yet something about Arthur nagged at
me. After that I noticed that every time I played, he was standing very
close to me. Then Melanie, one of the other girl players pulled me
aside one day.
"Arthur has it bad for you honey, real bad!"
"No! I mean, he knows that I'm not a...."
"What? A girl? You're kidding right? I've seen you undressed honey,
remember? At the gym? You look just like me, so why not you? You're
cute as hell, and Arthur is 300 pounds of hunk, and he is head over
heels about you! Besides, with him standing by you all the time how
could anyone else ask you out? He has obviously staked his claim, so
you might as well let him have the gold, or at least try!"
Being a new girl, not one that was born with all the instincts girls
learn from birth, I was slow in understanding just how much impact
girls have on some guys, but in my heart, I knew that Melanie was
right, and rather than wait him out, I asked Arthur to join me for
dinner that night, and watched as he broke out in a wide grin. That's
when I knew that Melanie was right. Dinner was very nice, and when he
took me home, I kissed him. And not a peck. He instantly held me tight
and I could actually feel his strength. I found myself reluctant to
break it off, but I did, and went in the house, experiencing a new
sensation. I was tingling all over. After more than a year as a girl, I
had finally realized that I had become one. When Arthur kissed me I was
on cloud nine. He and I went out several more times before I knew that
I was ready for more. I really wanted to try my other charms on him.
Since we always play cards at night, the afternoon was the time we had
for each other, and Arthur started calling me. We dated a bit before I
decided that I had to know. I had to know if I was really the woman I
thought I had become, or was I just a guy in a dress. I planned my
attack very carefully. After talking with Melanie, and after she
assured me that I was so hot that Arthur would melt at my feet, I
realized that I was more than enough woman. When he came over to my
house for an invited lunch, I was ready. I was wearing a plain shift
dress with plain white panties and a soft cup bra. He hugged me, and
that's when I reached down and touched him, and that's when he reacted
like I hoped, and I quickly felt the zipper sliding down my back. With
a shrug that dress hit the floor and after just a moment, he adroitly
unfastened my bra. That too hit the floor and my D's were ready. He was
clearly ready, so I led him to my bedroom and slowly undressed him. He
found places on my body that I did not know about, and turned me on
like a light bulb. Groping, touching, kissing and a lot more took place
that afternoon, and that is when I actually became not only a woman,
but his woman. As big as he is, he was very gentle with me, and I
discovered that his hairy chest was a turn on! I never would have
guessed that, but a girl likes what she likes!
The next day I asked the doctor for the final implants as well as
making me a complete woman. I told my mom and Melanie, but nobody else
knew. After all that time as a woman I was ready and more than
qualified. Three days later I had the surgery, and when I awoke, Arthur
was standing there holding my hand!
"You really didn't think I would find out? In this town? But, you do
know that my wife can tell me anything, right?"
He kissed me and left when the nurse tossed him out. Wife? Did he just
ask me to marry him? What just happened?! My friend Melanie came in the
next day and when I told her what Arthur had said she merely grinned. I
had to wait a week, but Melanie helped mom get me dressed, and they
took me home.
When I was home.... "So, when's the big day?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" My lie fell flat, and I
could see that they knew better.
"Listen to me Emily," Mom sounded very firm. "Arthur has called or come
over every day! He clearly loves you and you know it, so lets not try
to play games. Now, planning a wedding should take about a year, so
that's how long we have. I am sure that Melanie and your other
girlfriends will help as well. Understand?"
Well, I asked Steve, the guy that insisted that I get the boob job to
walk me down the aisle, and he agreed! Since he actually owned the
casino it was a major coup to get him to do that for me. Then it was
buying the right dress, getting the hall, the caterer, the band and all
that other stuff that goes into a wedding. It took an entire year to
set up, but along the way, that guy that was always on my case started
some trouble in the casino. Micheal was on duty in the main room when
the guy rushed into the main room, looking for Arthur and waving a gun
around. Mike tried to stop him, but he fired two shots that hit Mike in
the chest. Then he saw Arthur and began shooting at him. He hit Arthur
four times in the chest, but Arthur ran to him, grabbed the gun and
proceeded to dissuade him from shooting anyone else. In other words,
Arthur beat him to a pulp before he fell on the floor. By then they
were swarmed with casino security people. Then the cops showed up. I
was playing cards and saw the entire thing. I dropped everything and
ran to Arthur.
"Don't you die on me!"
He turned, looked right at me, then....
"You going to nag like this when we are married?"
I hugged him tightly as the paramedic tended to Mike and Arthur, then
suddenly, Mike was standing there!
Shocked, I watched as he opened his shirt to show me the bullet proof
vest he was wearing!
"Better safe than sorry Emily."
I looked at Arthur who only shrugged his shoulders and grinned before
they hauled the two of them to the hospital. I was shocked and a bit
angry that he did not tell me about that vest, but I went directly to
the hospital, and after deciding that he would survive but only be
really sore, the doctors let me take him home. I was planning a
wedding, and I had decided that there was not going to be any fooling
around with my brand new happy place until then, so he was very
sensitive to my touch. I took him home, but not to his house. He needed
my intensive attention to make sure that he would get better. My first
item was to get him in bed, naked, so I could check out and tend his
wounds of course. Then I undressed and got in there with him. That way
there would be no obstruction to having me checking him out. He had
four serious dents and some spreading black and blue, but seemed to be
okay, but my checking resulted in my being mauled by my guy, without
going as far as he wanted.
I had the double D implants put in, and went on planning the wedding.
Four of my bridesmaids were the girls I played cards with, the other
three are showgirls I do aerobics with. I was with Arthur in the
bedroom when my mom called me and said she was on her way over with a
surprise, so I slipped on a pair of shorts and a top and went to make
coffee. I was in the kitchen when mom walked in with another woman who
was about her age.
"Honey, this is Madeline. She is Arthurs mother!"
"Hi Nice to meet you!"
"You don't look like a boy! I heard you were a boy!"
I was instantly on edge, but since I rarely back down... "I'm not a
boy! I have all the same parts you do!"
"Except I hear that you can't have babies!"
"Neither can you I'll bet. A lot of women cannot have babies, so
what?!"
"Hi mom! What are you doing here?"
"I heard you were getting married... to a boy!"
"Emily is just as much a girl as you are, and I promise you that I know
that for sure!"
"It's just that I...."
"Come with me mother!"
He took her outside so we do not know what he said, but I am willing to
bet that she did not like it. She did not look real happy when they
returned. She looked like she had the truth stuffed down her throat. I
sauntered back in the kitchen to get some coffee, making sure to sway
my butt in as sexy a manner I could. With my double D cup breasts
swaying one way and my ass another, there was no way she could not
accept what she could see for herself. Grinning to myself I prepared a
tray and offered her a cup, but bent over so that she could see my
girls were real.
"I guess I was wrong about you. Arthur clearly loves you, and I know
for a fact that he likes girls! And you seem to be quite comfortable in
his house!"
"His house? This is my house! I bought this one and the one my mom
lives in too! Arthur stays here once in a while, like now, when he
needs to recover."
"Recover from what? You or the shooting?"
"Yes," is all I said and let her figure it out. If she was going to
judge me, then it'll be on my terms not hers.
Over coffee she asked Arthur and I ... "Just how big is this wedding
going to be?"
"We figure there will be at least 400 people mother."
"400! That is a lot of people! Can you afford it?"
"Honey," I said softly, "my dress cost more than your car, and yes, we
can afford it. And just to be clear, I don't need any of Arthurs money
for this wedding, or anything else! Any other questions?"
I sat back smiling at her, just as calm as I could be, resisting the
urge to throw her out of my house. Then Arthur spoke up.
"Emily Has more money than I do mother! Now stop this! We are getting
married, in about a year, and the only thing we want to know is if you
are coming or not."
"I'll be there." She sounded petulant. Like an angry child.
Over the next year Arthur tried every way possible to get me to cave
in, but I was going to be a virgin on my wedding day and he lost every
attempt. On the day of the wedding I was on air as Steve stood with me,
my hand firmly on his arm as he walked me down the aisle. Familiar
faces turned to see us, many of them high powered entertainers that
Steve had asked to come. Needless to say, with so many popular stars at
our wedding, we made the national news. My dress was shown over and
over, my bridesmaids were all questioned, and Arthur and I were happier
than ever. Everyone gave gifts of money which we donated to a local
children's hospital. Many of the entertainers sang to us and the crowd,
which made our wedding extra wonderful.
Arthur and I both love my boobs. My bet boobs.
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