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When my wife told me she wanted another woman in our marriage, I got
pretty excited. I'm not complaining. Living with Heather have been the
best two years of my life and what guy wouldn't want to be married to
the most wonderful women in the world. And now this!
When she said another woman, I had visions of some beautiful blonde to
compliment my wife's lush dark features. I was imagining a Nordic
blonde beauty with a waif like figure that you might see walking the
runways of fashion week in Paris or New York. I certainly had seen a
lot of them as we jetted off to the cultural centers every time Heather
wanted new clothes.
I played the idea through my mind of another woman in bed with us as I
worked on the numbers of her latest purchase in the business world. I'd
always been Heather's accountant.
The fact that I was only twenty-five and she was thirty-five might have
surprised a lot of people, but I never questioned our love. Sure, it
was different. My secret was I had never tried to top her, to be in
charge, to be the alpha male. I was more of a 'go with the flow' kind
of bachelor who wasn't interested in trying to impress her.
I was a 'try to please' guy. I loved her with all my heart and soul and
did everything in my power to make her happy. I gave her all sorts of
leeway reminding myself of the old adage, giving her freedom would make
our love more important and more meaningful.
So when she turned to me and told me that another woman was what she
wanted, I simply nodded and said that was fine with me. I tried to be
as casual as possible while I was cheering inside, I mean, how cool was
this going to be?
She asked me if I wanted to be involved in the process and I simply
waved my hand and told her that I was busy with the quarterly reports
and whatever she decided was fine. I kissed her on the cheek and
reminded her that she had great taste and a good head on her shoulders.
"Whatever you decided would be perfect."
She got a little misty eyed and pursed her lips. She moved close and
wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close. Heather was quite a
beautiful woman at thirty-five and many men still tried to put the
moves on her. It was still amazing that she would have chosen me to
date and then marry. I was someone who had never pursued her.
But my mate was something else. She had always gotten what she wanted
and this wasn't any different. I knew that debating with her was a
waste of time and that allowing her to have her way was better for
everyone.
I had seen her range of emotions and getting her angry or frustrated
was something I didn't want turned towards me. I was content to be part
of her world, but didn't need to be the center.
For example, our lovemaking was pretty basic. We both enjoyed foreplay
and we both enjoyed an orgasm but Heather was not interested in a macho
guy dominating her and forcing her into sexual acts she found
distasteful or intimidating. She and I had many long talks about what
she liked and I went out of my way to please her sexually.
Sure, I would like to have used my member more. But the organ itself
was frightening to her. I suspected that there was some history of
abuse in her childhood but there had never been a good time to broach
the subject. So our lovemaking was mostly oral and all on my part. I
would cum from friction and rarely would I be inside my sweet, caring
Heather. But I felt that if you love someone a little sacrifice had to
be part of it. Heather had told me that's why she had fallen in love
with me.
I suspected that she wanted a partner, a modern man. While I was
nothing like her father, a large, domineering man, who ruled his
business with an iron hand, I was still a man. Where her father was
tall and broad, I was short and mild. I stood 5'7" and weighed barely
135 pounds.
I enjoyed being an accountant and was one of several in the company
firm. I worked in a pool of CPA's and had come to work for the firm
right out of college. I liked to work and to be honest, didn't date
much before Heather.
But when she came on board to replace her dying father, she called me
into her office only weeks after she was in charge. I was pretty
nervous, expecting to be laid off or something terrible, but instead it
turned out that she wanted company while she ate her lunch.
The girl had quite an appetite and it turned out that I was the snack.
After she and I had finished our salads and iced tea, she had undressed
me and pretty much made love to me right there in her office.
It was the most amazing moment in my life and if it had ended right
then and there, I would have died happy. She was a beautiful woman with
the most wonderful figure and well, she had a sexual appetite that was
amazing. I had never performed oral on a woman and she was a great
teacher, telling me just how to please her right up and through her
third orgasm.
She completed our sexual act by spreading my legs and humping me still
wearing my underwear until I came against her mound. She held me close
and asked me if it was all right. I wanted to shout with joy, her
juices dripping all over my chin and her beautiful pussy smell all over
my face. I told her that it was wonderful.
It became our daily ritual that I was between her legs and licking her
until she came repeatedly. Some days, she needed me more than once and
I gladly pushed aside my own work and delved into hers.
And of course, I had the joy of knowing that there was no such thing as
premature ejaculation for me. If I felt like an orgasm, I came. It
wasn't like my orgasm signaled the end of our lovemaking, as only
Heather could do that. If I came in my pants, so be it. I would still
tend to her needs regardless of how sticky and wet I was.
I was used to keeping a change of clothing in my closet. But I wasn't a
public figure. I was an accountant. I used to laugh and say that I
could do my work anywhere and any place. I would remind her that I was
the silent partner in all our relationships, from the office to the
bed.
Heather would laugh and tell me that she wanted me by her side and she
wanted to keep me close so that I wouldn't be fooling around with any
beautiful women to make her jealous. We'd both laugh and I'd go change
my underwear to a clean pair. I'd put the sticky ones, wet with my
ejaculate in a bag and wash them when we got home.
So when Heather told me that she wanted to bring another woman into our
marriage, I got pretty excited. But I said that already.
I didn't think about it much. I had plenty to do that morning and well,
I didn't think about it again until we had finished our salads. Then
Heather handed me a list.
I looked it over and asked her what it was for. She told me that it was
for me and I looked at it closely.
There were a series of names and addresses and appointment times on the
list. It was a week's worth of appointments and I got a cold feeling in
my stomach. The first name on the list was a dermatologist and the time
was for this afternoon. The second name on the list was a salon on the
Upper East Side that was very exclusive. After that, it was for a small
boutique at five o'clock. And the last name on the list for today was a
doctor near our apartment.
The list went on, a surgeon, a psychiatrist, and all sorts of names and
dates that filled the week until Thursday. Then it had the name of a
private hospital in the Bronx.
I looked at her and asked her what she wanted me to do with the list.
"Follow it."
I shook my head. "I don't understand what you mean. What am I
following?"
She came around the desk and hugged me. "I love you, Thomas. I love
that you want to please me and do anything for me. I did what you
suggested and set all of this up."
I still didn't understand and told her that I was confused.
"Remember when I told you I wanted another woman in our relationship
and you agreed and told me that I should take the initiative and set
the whole thing up. Well, I did."
I started to get a sinking feeling in my stomach and a little dizzy.
"Who is this for?" I held out the list.
"You, sweetie. Oh Thomas, you make me so happy and now I can have so
much more with you. I can't wait to see the finished product."
I was still confused and looked at the list again. Then it dawned on
me. Heather had planned this for me. "You want me to be the other woman
in our relationship?"
"Oh, yes, silly. That's why I made all the arrangements after you so
readily agreed."
I started to protest, explaining how I thought she wanted me to make
love to another woman in our relationship and she cut me off.
"You thought I wanted another woman for you to make love to in front of
me? Are you crazy? Just who do you think you are and what kind of fool
do you take me for? Me, bring another woman in for you?"
I could see that she was getting upset and I did my best to soothe the
waters. She calmed down when I did agree to see the names on the list
and do what she had arranged for the week. But I had my hesitation.
I went to the first appointment at 1 p.m. It was with a dermatologist
who specialized in laser hair removal.
It was okay, not at all painful or embarrassing. A technician removed
all the hair from my body. I was amazed at how quickly she was able to
move the laser all over and before long; my body was covered with a
fine ash that could be wiped away.
I was in for a shock when I asked her how long this would make me hair
free and she told me that it was permanent.
Permanent? I thought about it and realized that I never had that much
use for hair on my body, just on my head. So when I left there, I was
feeling sort of sleek and lean and very, very clean.
As I caught a cab to my next appointment, I felt a chill as my skin
rubbed against my clothing. It was a strange sensation. I used my cell
phone to call Heather and she was very pleased that I was following her
schedule.
The salon was a private place that I knew my wife frequented. I was
greeted by the owner who handed me a glass of wine and escorted me to a
private room in the back away from the other customers.
There I was given a robe and told to undress and return when I was
ready. I hurriedly drank the wine down in two gulps. I'm not a drinker
and honestly a very shy person and this was not my comfort zone to be
naked in a salon with strangers. Even in bed with Heather I got to wear
my pajamas.
The owner refilled my glass and showed me the dressing room where I was
to leave my clothes. She gave a fluffy black robe and a pair of black
slippers and told me to come out when I was changed.
The robe felt good against my bare skin. Before I had left the
dermatologist's office she had rubbed some cream all over my newly
hairless body and I was growing warm under the robe and it was making
me tingle. Or maybe it was the second glass of wine; did I mention I
wasn't much of a drinker?
I finished that glass while waiting for the technician to start with my
hair. Yeah, my wife had arranged for me to have extensions put in my
hair. I had never been one for haircuts and it was long enough most of
the time, but I watched in amazement as these two black girls expertly
attached long hair to my own hair until my new hair was halfway down my
back. It was heavy and very strange. I sat there quietly watching,
almost as if I was watching a movie with me in it.
Maybe it was the wine or I don't know but I guess I fell asleep and
when I woke up someone was holding my hand and painting my fingernails.
I watched in amazement. Where did those hands come from? I never had
long nails. And they were bright red now! I said something and the girl
pointed to my toes and I was shocked to see the same color on my
toenails.
I giggled and they refilled my glass.
I watched in amazement as they unwrapped my hair, my extremely long and
wet hair from this bonnet and it was white blonde! They had dyed my
hair and my eyebrows while I was asleep!
I laughed at how I looked. My eyebrows were blonde and someone had
thinned them. They had shaped them so they arched over my eyes. I
looked and my eyes were different too.
I was wearing makeup! I had dark, very dark lashes that had been dyed
and someone had put eyeliner and shadow on my lids and my lips were a
deep rose color!
My lips were twice as big as they had been! Well, I exaggerate, they
were swollen up and the same rose of my fingernails.
I tried to ask what had happened and the girls explained that I had
gotten a little bit of collagen in my lips while I was asleep and
didn't it look pretty and what did I think about cheeks and my chin,
weren't they nice?
I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings but I thought I looked
terrible. I looked strangely sexy with rose colored lips and ash blonde
curls that went down my back.
The girl pointed out that my lips weren't too bright, just redder than
I was used to. And she showed me that my hair was very pretty, dyed
with many colors of blonde to look very natural and very beautiful.
I had a headache from the wine and wanted more and she told me no, but
gave me some pills, for my headache, I guess, to swallow with water.
I dribbled it a little on myself. I had trouble drinking because my
lips being puffed up like they were. I hadn't noticed my cheeks or my
chin but when I looked at the whole image, I realized that I was very
pretty and looked a lot younger than my age, more like in my teens.
The girls helped me up and led me to the dressing room. I looked for my
clothes and they told me that I had all new ones.
I needed help getting dressed. I was a little dizzy and maybe a little
high or something from the wine or my headache medicine. But the two
girls showed me how to wear the padded bra and the panty hose and
helped me into the shoes and the pants and blouse.
It was very strange. I kept looking in the mirror at my reflection
trying to find me in there. It was hard to see anything of me. And the
girls kept calling me Tiffany as if it was my name.
I needed help getting into the cab but the ride across town sobered me
up. I was fine by the time I got through the rush hour traffic and
found the doctors boutique and the doctor's offices easily. I used my
cell phone and described what the salon had done to me to my wife.
Heather sounded very enthused and urged me to go to the boutique and
then see the doctor and to cooperate. I told her that I'd try. She was
quite supportive and made all sorts of suggestions that I listened to.
I was in a funny way and felt like I would have done anything she had
asked me to.
The boutique was a wonderful place. They were a private place and I had
the whole little store to myself. I was measured and fitted and they
kept bringing out clothing and asking me what I thought and they kept
saying that Heather would like this and Heather would like that and
kept calling me Tiffany.
I didn't say much because I didn't want to slur my words and I think
there was more to those pills than aspirin and I didn't really find
myself thinking well.
Then after we picked out clothing, I had to try it all on. I was a bit
embarrassed to be wearing a bra and they acted like all their clients
did. One fitter actually showed me how to tuck my penis between my legs
and push my testicles up into my body. He seemed to enjoy helping me
down there. Strange, and then he handed me this tight little panty that
held everything in place.
I was surprised at how open everyone was there. I was the center of
attention and I didn't mind being fussed over and the clothes were all
very light and very smooth against my hairless skin.
The only thing that hurt was having my ears pierced.
Then I was rushed out of there to a doctor's appointment. Thank
goodness that they knew about it because I had left my own mind
somewhere else that afternoon. It was hard getting used to a skirt and
blouse and while the shoes didn't have much of a heel, it was all I
could do to walk in them.
The doctor was very nice and after giving me a physical, he had me sit
in his office and he talked to me. He wanted to know if I liked my hair
and permanent makeup. I didn't realize it was permanent and was a bit
surprised but I didn't want to embarrass myself and admit it. We talked
about fashion and my clothes and I told him about my boutique
experience.
He asked me about my pantyhose and my padded bra and I shrugged as if I
wore them every day. I guess I was embarrassed and tried to act like
this was my normal routine and not say anything about how I had gotten
my wife angry and upset over how I misinterpreted the meaning of her
request.
He listened and told me that he thought I was ready to take the next
step.
He told me to follow him and he led me into a little room where he
asked me to bend over and he gave me a series of shots in my rear end.
After that, he inserted these tiny little capsules under my skin near
both armpits. Then he gave me some prescriptions and I put them in my
purse. My purse? Now where did that come from?
I took a cab home and my Heather was so wonderful to me. We spent the
evening with me trying on my new clothes and then making love. I was as
happy as can be but I must have been very tired from the long day
because I couldn't get my penis to work at all. I felt good over the
fact that Heather came many times and she told me how much she loved
me.
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
When I awoke I was shocked to see that I had been sleeping naked with
her. No pajamas. Our skin had been touching all night, our naked bodies
huddled together. It was pretty heady and I admit that it was a turn
on. But my penis seemed to still be asleep as we made love again in the
morning.
Heather had to help me get a shower and dressed. I wasn't used to my
new clothing and there were lots of things to learn. I had never worn
clothes like these and well, they were so smooth and soft and silky
that it made me feel very special.
I met with another doctor that day that outlined the surgical
procedures that he'd be performing the next day. It seemed straight
forward enough. But it was another one of those strange days where I
heard what he was saying but it just didn't seem real.
I finished with him and went to the office.
Everyone stared at me and a lot of people asked me what was happening.
I just shrugged and told them that things always changed and if you
couldn't keep up then you'd be left behind. I had to be careful with my
new nails when it came to crunching figures and every time I stood up,
I had to watch my skirt and how high it rode up on my legs.
But all in all, it was a normal day.
Heather and I had a wonderful lunch and then we made love in her
office.
I complained that I wasn't feeling well and Heather had pills for me to
take. They looked like the same ones from when I had a headache.
I finished up my work and Heather told me that we were going out to
celebrate. I asked her if she wanted me to change my clothes and she
smiled and told me that I looked great.
I was wearing a skirt and blouse and heels and my hair was long and my
lips were red and I had long nails. I asked her if she really wanted to
be seen in public with me. She laughed and told me that we had a lot to
celebrate.
I told her that I was sorry to have made her angry at misunderstanding
her intentions. She told me that she forgave me and thought I was a
great husband to help her this way.
I asked her how my looking like a woman was going to help her. She told
me that she had never been more in love with me. I was happy to hear
that and told her that I would try to be the best husband any woman
could want.
Heather looked at me. "Tiffany, you are not going to be my husband any
more. You are going to be my wife and I am going to be your mistress."
I really didn't understand what the change in titles meant and simply
shrugged. I mean, I was a man and even if she called me her wife, I was
still her husband and even blonde hair wasn't going to change that. I
mean, check out my penis, right?
Of course, since I had seen the doctor and had that day in the cab
going everywhere, it hadn't worked. I made a mental note that I would
need to see somebody about that.
But we had a nice dinner and afterwards, we went home and made love
over and over again. Heather was very satisfied and I was surprised
when she didn't want me in pajamas but wanted me naked again. I slept
very well.
The next morning, Heather took me to the hospital. She held my hand
while I was admitted and I saw the surgeon again. He smiled and told me
that I was going to be very happy with his work and I would be home in
a day or too.
I was prepped and made ready for my surgery. The nurses were very nice
and kept calling me young lady and Miss and Tiffany. I just let them
carry on just like I let Heather carry on with her words. I mean, they
were only words and what I was doing was just makeup and hair and nails
and none of that was permanent.
I woke up from the surgery in the evening and my face hurt. I knew it
would because we had talked about facial enhancements. Sure, I knew I
would look different but that's only superficial. I was too swollen to
see my new nose and cheeks and chin which were now filled with little
plastic inserts to make my face more feminine. And sure, I had my
throat shaved so my Adam's apple was gone forever. And they had shaved
my brow so I now had a more feminine forehead, which made my eyes look
bigger, and more to the front and made my eyebrows arch much higher.
I hurt all over from the pushing and pulling. I knew that my hips were
a bit wider with implants and my stomach had been liposuctioned until
my waist was nipped in. And sure, I knew that I had breasts now. But
remember that all implants can be removed, too.
They had tightened my vocal chords, which made my voice an octave
higher. I was a bit surprised at that and had trouble talking at first.
Then I had trouble getting used to my new high pitched voice.
When I looked down, I had trouble seeing past the bandages. My new
breasts were bigger than I had imagined and my hips seemed wider and I
was lying on what seemed to be a cushion until I realized just how big
and round my rear end was.
I was helped up and headed right to the bathroom. I needed to pee and
kind of stumbled. My feet hurt even when wearing slippers. I knew that
the doctor was going to feminize my body but didn't realize that he'd
be working on my feet too.
A nurse helped me to slide into a high-heeled pair of slippers and my
feet felt much better. I stumbled to the bathroom and sat down. I
reached between my legs and found my penis. It was sore from the
catheter being pushed deep inside during surgery and it took a minute
to find the strength to push.
After I went I found some tissues to wipe myself with and was surprised
at the pain when I brushed my testicles. I realized with a bit of
horror what had been done between my legs. I knew without looking that
the doctor had removed something that made me a real man.
My testicles were gone forever. I sat there and realized that this time
what had been done was permanent. I felt the tears streaming down my
face while I sat there quietly.
I guess I cried for a long time. Finally a nurse knocked on the door
and asked me if I was all right. I told her I was but needed help in
standing and walking back to bed.
I slept the night through because I was taking some sort of sleeping
pill and pain pill. When I woke up in the morning, I took another pill
and I didn't want to have any visitors.
When Heather came by with flowers, I told her to leave me. I told her
that I didn't want to see her.
She glared at me when I said that and I turned away from her and heard
the door close.
I spent the next two days exercising and getting more and more able to
be on my own. I was feeling better each day.
The doctor was very positive about my surgeries. He felt that the
healing process was coming along nicely and kept telling me that young
women healed quickly.
I didn't bother to ask him about the castration. I knew that Heather
had ordered it and I didn't feel like discussing it with him. He
assumed that I wanted to be a woman and I guess he was pleased that he
could help me along the way.
Once he even mentioned that he'd be honored to finish my sexual
reassignment surgery when I was ready adding that my penal gland and my
scrotum would give me a huge amount of sensation and the chance at
multiple orgasms.
I listened but I didn't really care what anyone said. This was not a
lark, a favor, something you do for love. This was cruel and mean
spirited to do something so permanent to another person and I had lost
my respect for Heather.
When I was released from the hospital, I asked for a new suit of
clothes that the nurse bought for me. She was surprised at what I asked
for.
I knew that my new feet had been redesigned to wear high heels and so I
learned to walk in the patent leather four-inch stilettos that she had
purchased for me. I needed help in pulling up the pale red stockings
and learned to fasten them to my garter belt.
I didn't need to wear anything to hold myself in place. I could simply
wear a pair of French cut bikini panties and they were bright red, too.
So was my demi bra that strained to hold my C cup implants in place.
I stood there looking at my figure. It was pretty much a knockout with
my pretty hips, my bubble butt, my tiny waist and my generous breasts.
But the doctor had done his best work on my face. I was as beautiful as
any twenty-one year old pin-up and I knew it.
My hair was curled and piled high on my head as I slipped on the tiny
red dress that barely covered the tops of my stockings. It was cute
with its spaghetti straps and it's deeply cut top revealing my lacy bra
and most of my creamy chest.
I applied my makeup and gathered up my belongings. I had given all my
flowers away. Heather had been sending bouquets at least four times a
day and while I had not been returning her calls, I had been accepting
her gifts.
I made sure that everything was given away and I let the orderly roll
me out in a wheelchair to the cab.
Standing there at the hospital doors was my Heather, standing next to
her car. She waved at me and I ignored her. I didn't have anything to
say to her.
She called to me and I motioned her over.
She smiled and walked over. As she bent over to kiss me, I held up my
hand to stop her. I handed her the paper I carried in my lap.
She looked at what I handed her. "What's this?"
"Divorce papers, Heather. We are getting a divorce."
"Who says?" She was angry. I could hear it and see it in her face.
"My lawyer and I do, Heather. You could never contest this in court.
You had me castrated without my permission."
She was angry. "You were suppose to love me forever."
"I will always love you and will always remember what we shared. And
will continue to share."
"What do you mean?"
"I get half, dear."
"Half of what?"
"Everything."
"Never."
"Of course, I will. Remember, I am your accountant. I know how much you
are worth and I get half as your spouse."
"Never!"
Heather stormed off. She was mad but she was wrong. The lawyers said
that we'd probably settle for ten or twenty million but we'd get
plenty. After all, I was her loving husband who had given up the most
precious thing in the world for her.
After we got divorced, I'd have plenty of time to investigate sexual
reassignment surgery and finding out about orgasms again.
............................
Thanks for reading. Just to mention I have a full-length book out on
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There are lots of free chapters to read, too
Also, I have another book called, "Turned Into His Girlfriend, first
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Jayla
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