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Delta Development by Paula Chapter One Hello! My name is Paula Stephanie Mangione; I was hoping you would stop by today! Just let me grab my purse and we can walk back to my loft in Midtown and share a nice meal while you learn of my story. It is a hot here in Manhattan today isn't it? You would think in the year of 2043 they would have figured out how to cover this city with a dome. I will give you a tiny tidbit about me. Even though I look to be in my early twenties, I am in my mid-thirties. Plastic surgery certainly has come a long way! Most women would love to have my face and figure: most men just want to figure how to get me in bed! Unfortunately, I recently broke up with the first boyfriend I ever had. You can say I was a late bloomer in the boyfriend department. He told me I gave him the best sex of his life. I seemed to know just how to turn a man on! His name was Joe. We grew up together back in New Orleans. Funny thing he didn't even recognize me when we met here a year ago. Men, right? Quite honestly Joe was only interested in partying and sex. I enjoyed both but I wanted a deeper relationship. Believe it or not, even multiple orgasms can get boring after a while. Well here we are at my place, just let me open the door. Please make yourself comfortable. I will slip into something more comfortable. Now there's a line from the past!..... All right now, that's better. Well the best way to explain my story is to let you listen to the words of my former wife Katie as she explains how it all started. Yes that's right, I said my ex-wife. Katie is her name and she is the main reason I am who I am now. My ex being one for detail left nothing to chance and kept detailed records of my change in her diary. After confronting her with the evidence she had no way of denying what she had done to me. As part of our divorce settlement I had her record a 3d video about the whole conspiracy. I wanted a record of why and how she had changed me. Actually, she changed my sex. Yes I was once a man. Katie was forced to record this vid in my lawyer's office. You should have seen the face on the men in the office that day as she detailed the whole affair. Now I had evidence in Katie's own words about what she had done to me just in case in a few years she somehow gets amnesia! Now get comfy this will take some time. Let me turn the volume up a little so you can hear it better. I will skip the legal jargon parts at the beginning and start it from where Katie got her grand idea. (Katie giving a narration) "Well I was at lunch with my friend Jane Day. I had hired a private detective a number of months ago to trail Paul. I was showing Jane what the private detective had discovered about that cheater husband of mine oops I mean Paul". "Jane" I said to her "look at these pictures, they were taken on six consecutive Thursday afternoons. Each show some red-haired bimbo kneeling in front of Paul, giving him oral sex! Look one week she is dressed as a cheerleader, then a harem girl, next a go-go dancer from the 1960's, a nurse and then a Playboy Bunny. Just look at her breasts jutting out there crying for attention! This final one is the most outrageous, a mermaid complete with a tail!" "Jane," I said "Good thing this girl has a nurse's uniform because Paul is going to need to be nursed back to health after I got done with him!" Jane ever the skeptic said to me "How do you know it is Paul not some other guy," She pointed out "You can't see the guy's face; the pictures were shot looking directly down from the ceiling only showing the top of the man's head! How much did you pay this private detective? These pictures are terrible" I told her "Jane I know Paul's build. I know it is him," I told her. Remember I also have a copy of the corporate charges that Paul paid for the room with," "You certainly have him by the balls now anyway Katie! You can divorce him and take at least half of the business!" she laughed. Then Jane looked me straight in the eye and said, "Or maybe you can save your attorney's fees and take all of the business's money from him!" I said, "Paul is a jerk for cheating on me but he is not an idiot". I reminded her of how I got to this point in my life. How Paul and I met in grad school; we both were working on our MBA degrees. We were instantly attracted to each other. As we dated, we discovered we both were "only" children born into families where both our parents and our grandparents were only children. We were very close to our parents. We had a lot of friends but no immediate family. I liked that because I had heard what family could do to marriages and businesses. Paul was the man of my dreams or so I thought. Paul's mom owned a couple of small woman's clothing boutiques, his dad was an oil man. His mom's boutiques catered to some of New Orleans's most powerful and richest woman. My parents owned three decent sized home furniture stores. We lived comfortably and my parents were content and did not want to grow their business any larger. Paul's father, like mine died shortly after he received his undergraduate degree. Both of us lost our mothers shortly after we graduated with our MBA's. We wed about a year later and merged our family?s businesses. Surprisingly Paul knew quite a bit about running a women?s boutique. He was close with his mom he said and he did the books for her. Paul knew nothing about the home furnishing business though. I did and after we wed I began running both the boutiques and home furniture business under one corporate flag. Of course, Paul took the title president, because he was the man, but I was the driving force. We were young and dreamed big. Paul was good at finance, and I was great at what the consumers wanted to buy. Over the next seven years; we built our stores into regional giants, operating in 24 different states. We employ over 950 people and just had our new corporate office built to our personal specifications. Paul and I wanted to start a family too. I thought I could have it all. Children, a husband and of course our businesses. We tried and tried and tried but I couldn't get pregnant. Eventually we went to a specialist who broke the news that Paul had a very low sperm count and he was very unlikely to be able to father children. I might be able to get pregnant using other methods but I wasn't ready for that yet. We kept trying, but I never did get pregnant. The doctor suggested if other methods of impregnation was not acceptable we could start thinking about adoption as an option. I didn?t want to do that, I was secretly angry at Paul for not being man enough to father a child. I decided to reinvest my energies back into the business. I wanted more control of the business and knew this agitated Paul; he really felt the man should make all the final decisions. But what did he really know about women's clothing or home d?cor. To him it was about power and money. Paul started to become more distant about a year and a half ago. I thought it was because of my desire to take more control of our company. Paul was convinced our customer service was causing slow sales. Paul announced a plan where he was going to tour all of our stores talking with customers personally to judge their experience. He also said he may even disguise himself and shop there too to get a first hand view of what was really going on. Paul thought our management team was too comfortable, to complacent about our flattened sales. Paul particularly disliked the new young Vice President of Customer Services, Matt Daniels, I hired Matt right out of Harvard Business School. Paul thought Matt was nothing but a womanizer and wasn't paying attention to the job he was hired for. True Matt is a very good-looking man and has the desires of any normal young man. So he flirts with the women in the office. If they didn't make an issue of it why should I? Matt really is a very sexy looking man. Any way I started teasing Paul about his idea. He couldn't just show up in our stores pretending to be a customer even disguised. All the store managers knew who he was. However we could perhaps have a stage makeup artist disguise him as a woman before he would go to the stores. Of course he would need extra work if he was going to check out the boutiques. Those stores were doing the poorest after all. We could really spend some money and get him the best prosthetics out there to give him a real nice shape! For the home furnishing stores nothing flashy just an everyday housewife look. Paul could pose as a young newlywed. They could even attach a pregnancy body form to him and he could go shopping for the baby's nursery needs. You know a crib and dresser ect. New Orleans has always been a city that attracted many cross dressers around Halloween and Mardi Gras, so something like this wouldn?t be hard to do. I told Paul we could even do the makeover at the corporate office but he couldn't wear anything too sexy, after all I didn't want Matt hitting on my husband! That got Paul really agitated and blurted out he meant he repeated he would interview customers of the stores face to face and get feed back about our service and product satisfaction. I told him to relax it was just a joke! Paul said he was the President and he decided he was going to our out of state stores and then work back closer to home as time went on. I thought this was Paul's scheme of how to get rid of Matt. No matter what the data would show, Paul could blame everything on Matt. Paul decided he would leave on Wednesday mornings and return early Friday evenings. I only began to suspect an affair after I found a corporate credit card statement that was mysteriously placed on my desk one day. Someone had highlighted charges for the same New Orleans hotel for five weeks in a row. The day was always a Wednesday and Thursday the days Paul was supposed to be on the road. That is when I hired the private detective. I knew Jane being my best friend would be able to help me with this dilemma. Jane finally cut me off and said, "Listen Katie, instead of divorcing the cheat, do you want to take a chance on taking complete control of ownership of the corporation?" Jane was never one of Paul's big supporters. Jane told me she could introduce me to an excellent lawyer. Her name was Ellen Turnbul. Jane guaranteed me Ellen Turnbul would be the best person to help me. Jane asked me "Remember Anne Hopkins? Her husband, Nelson, was worth about $850 million dollars but wouldn't spend any of it on her. The guy was so cheap wouldn't even hire a domestic to help Anne with the household chores and help with the kids. She had three little girls you know! Nelson thought Anne could easily do everything needed because she didn't work" Jane added. I told Jane, of course I remember Anne from the Bankfield Country Club. She and I were members. Anne wasn't a close friend but if we saw each other we would always say hello. Jane continued, "I heard through another friend, Anne was told by one of Nelson?s jilted conquests, Nelson dumped her and now had a new lover. Anne and hired Ellen Turnbul. Ellen had set up a sting operation and walked in on them as they made love. Ellen was taking video for evidence. Nelson was caught with his new young secretary fooling around after hours in his office; they were doing it on his desk, Yuck! Jane added "Ellen Turnbul won the rights to examine Nelson's company's books to establish alimony and found some money illegal drug money laundering going on within his company. Ellen threatened to expose Nelson to his family, friends and the board of directors if he didn't take Ellen's deal. Ellen promised Nelson he would be fairly taken care of, but only if Nelson signed away complete control of all his companies to Anne in lieu of a signed agreement from Ellen promising not exposing Nelson Enterprise to state and federal prosecutors. Probably the thought of being broke, behind bars and someone's plaything in jail convinced Nelson to sign over the entire business to Anne. Nelson has not been heard from since!" I remember saying, "Wow, I had heard Nelson was killed in some remote part of the Amazon jungle on business and that is how Anne gained control. At least that is how the obituary about Nelson read," Jane looked at me and said, "Well all I know is Nelson "The Cheapskate" is gone and Anne has never looked happier! She has been dating many interesting men and even hired the domestic Nelson wouldn't pay for. The domestic lives at her house full time and takes complete care of the household and the girls. Now Anne is living the life of a Queen". I told Jane "I would love to keep all of our businesses and money but how?" I asked her if she could arrange a meeting between Ellen Turnbul and I? "Maybe a similar sting operation would do the trick," I said. "I would consider it an honor," Jane told me. "Women against the men, let the better gender win!" "If they knew all we go through for them," Jane added. With a quick call from her cell an afternoon meeting with Turnbul was arranged for that very day. Jane gave me Turnbul's card with her address on it and smiled at me. "This is a decision that will change your life Katie" Jane said. With that said we ate a wonderful lunch. I remember entering offices of Ellen Turnbul for the first time. It was such an impressive looking office building. A four-story refurbished building that was a half a city block long by half the block behind it. A parking ramp designated for employees or clients of The Turnbul professional group was next to the building. The building marquee read The Turnbul Group, founded by Dr. Ellen Turnbul. I was confused since Jane said Turnbull was a lawyer not a doctor. When I entered the building, I looked at the directory. All the names were female and services offered there ranged from healthcare to legal needs. I thought maybe Jane meant Dr.Turnbul could recommend a good lawyer? As I entered the building, the reception area was filled with the aroma of fresh cut flowers and the sound tranquilizing music was in the background. It reminded me of when I was young and out in the fields near our house smelling the early spring flowers. Everything about this office screamed first class and feminine. I was glad I was there. After I signed in the receptionist told me Dr. Turnbull was waiting for me and to please follow her to Dr. Turnbul's conference room where I met Dr. Ellen Turnbul. Quite honestly, she did not look like what I was expecting. Ellen was this older not so well-dressed lady in a lab coat. She must have been in her sixties. As she greeted me I detected some sort of foreign accent. As she shook my hand though I felt warmth radiating from her touch. After we sat, Ellen asked me why I was there and what was in the envelope I was holding so tightly. I told her of Paul's unfaithfulness showing her the pictures of Paul in the hotel. I began to cry uncontrollably as Ellen looked at the photos. I cried for several minutes when Ellen gave me a gentle hug that helped me regain my composure. I blurted out "Ms. Turnbul are you even a lawyer like my friend said or what. I saw the sign on the outside of the building refers to you as a doctor not a lawyer!" Ellen calmly said, "Well my dear, I have both a law degree and a medical degree. When I was younger in my country, I was told to be a good girl, grow up get married and have babies. I rebelled against that whole idea. I love children and men, but I wanted to be in control of my life. Not subservient to a husband. By the time I was twenty I immigrated to the United States worked many odd jobs as I spent the next fifteen years studying for a law and medical degree. Both help me in my current profession you see. I quickly learned the law favors men and if you are in a divorce situation most men do not want to do the just and honorable thing; which of course is to take care of his spouse and children properly. I find my medical degree has helped me to change certain men's minds to understand their wives or girlfriends better". As Dr. Turnbul was explaining this to me her phone rang and she apologized for the interruption. Dr. Turnbul had to speak privately to this person. Ellen handed me a couple of a couple glossy fashion magazines to look at while she was gone. The fashions in them were beautiful, everything from formal wear, wedding gowns, foundational wear to bathing suits. What was more striking were the models. None of them looked familiar but were definitely "A" list talent. The second magazine she gave me startled me after I opened it. I thought at first Dr. Turnbul gave it to me by mistake. It was some sort of pornographic magazine. It had the same models as the other magazine but now they were nearly or fully naked. Dressed in exquisite lingerie, each model having her own layout, filled with pages that would turn most men's faces red or hard in the pants. The first model, dressed in a pretty yellow baby doll nighty was shown on page 22. By page 28 she had been met by an unbelievably good-looking man, who had her naked and performing various sexual acts. There were at least eight different women in this magazine and from what I saw each had sex at some point in her layout. I was turning red as Dr. Turnbul came back in as I quickly shut the book and I tried not to act flustered. Dr. Turnbul let out a little laugh and said I must have looked into magazine number two because I was so flushed. I was taken back with her lighthearted way of joking with me. I said, "Dr. you must have mixed me up with some else. I do not want to do some kind of fantasy lay out to get even with Paul. I want a divorce!" Patiently Dr. Turnbul said, yes, she knew that. She asked me if I thought those models were beautiful. I said yes. Dr. Turnbul agreed saying both the men and women were some of the most attractive models in the world. Then she got quiet, leaned over toward me, looked me in the eyes and said "Dear one, all the models in these magazines are men! Or they used to be! I thought Turnbul was crazy, I have seen transsexuals in pictures or on 3d Vid before and none looked like these girls". Dr. Turnbul asked "Please turn to page 142 of the second magazine". When I did, I saw a lovely girl who looked to be in her twenties, perfectly proportioned wearing very lacy matching peach colored bra, garter belt, stockings with high heels but no panties. In the subsequent pictures she is performing various sexual acts with a man who was so good looking he made John Jenett look ordinary. "Katie look closely at the girl, you know her. But you knew her as a him" Turnbul said. "Her name is Nelly Hopkins; you would have known her as Nelson!" You could have knocked me over with a feather. As I looked at the woman in the picture in closer detail I could see a resemblance. I continued to turn the pages watching Nelson being undressed by the hunk on page 43. Giving him oral sex on page 44. On page 45 a full page of the as the hunk massaged her breasts. Then unbelievably on page 46 a sequence of shots of the hunk moving his hand down her tummy and cupping her, her, her vagina! Nelson was a full-blown woman! I couldn?t believe it. The next five pages looked like an extreme porno magazine. In one picture Nelly is shown in an office naked, then is picked up and carried to a desk and laid down on top of it. The hunk finishes his love making to Nelson by inserting the biggest penis I have ever seen on a man right into her! I mean its complete length and girth into the poor thing. That must have hurt was all I could think. Turnbul told me she added that scene was a request from his wife. She wanted Nelson to know what it feels like having sex on his back and on a desk! I was shocked but not as shocked as shocked when the lights were turned down and a screen dropped from the ceiling and the very actions I saw in photographs were now being shown on 3d Vid. This time I could hear Nelly and the man as he made love to her. Nelly moaning in pleasure the man groaning as he inserts his penis into her. Then Nelson whimpering and letting out a soft yelp, but eventually yelling out when he began what I assume was an orgasm. What happened next was sheer poetic justice. Anne Hopkins entered the room confronting Nelson. Only this time Nelson was the girl, a beautiful girl named Nellie, the office secretary. Nellie Hopkins office slut to be more exact! I learned that the room where all this was shot was Nelson?s former office. Anne berated him, letting him know she was going to tell everyone they knew that he is now a transsexual slut. Ann was going to expose him to his family, friends and most importantly to Nelson, his board of directors and the vice presidents of his own company. All of whom were powerful men in the community. Ann was going to tell everyone that Nelson had a sex change and used the ruse of a plane crash because he was a coward to admit he always wanted to be a woman! Nellie, the former Nelson, began to cry and beg Anne?s forgiveness. Anne only belittled her saying things like ?You can now be your daddy?s little girl. Now you can give your father the grandson he has always wanted. You can have a son who could become the heir to your family?s fortune. Or maybe you can become one of the girls in the typing pool, right? No one would recognize you! You always liked your girls in short skirts and heels. Now Nellie you can have sex with all of the vice presidents of the company instead, you can be their special friend! You covered up for them so many times you know what each like in the sack, right? You may even meet a nice single guy you could marry! Your daddy can walk you down the aisle in your beautiful wedding gown and give you away to your husband!" Anne went on for at least 10 minutes teasing and ridiculing Nelson. All during this time the hunk of a man just stood there looking down at the floor stroking himself to keep hard. By the end of the video the new Nellie had accepted her fate, signed the papers giving Ann complete control of his assets and agreed to live with Ann as her domestic and take care of their daughters. What I found the most shocking was after all the papers were signed there is a M?nage Trios scene between Ann, the and the Hunk with Ann getting intercourse first, then using a strap on penis to please Nellie. It was all too much for me to believe. I told Dr. Turnbul I do not know what kind of scam she was trying to pull but there is no way that woman was Nelson Hopkins. I told her I would be going. "Mrs. Mangione this is no scam. Please sit just for one more moment," Dr. Turnbul asked me. From another entrance in the office and to my shock, entered Anne along with "Nellie". Both women dressed impeccable well wearing Vera Lang. The new Nelson spoke first telling me she was in fact Nelson Hopkins. She has come to understand that Ann loved her so much she actually rescued her from either an early grave, or worse, a prison sentence for money laundering. Ann spoke next explaining to me she too was an unbeliever but over the next half hour told me of Dr. Turnbul?s techniques, options and success stories. This followed by another 3 D vid documentary detailing other men?s dramatic changes. Dr. Turnbul explained how I could have all of my wealth along with making Paul my male servant or going all the way like what Anne did to Nelson. I could make Paul a complete female I pondered? Even capable of becoming pregnant and giving birth! I asked Dr. Turnbul what would be the cost of something like that, pointing toward Nellie; I meant a complete change of sex with the capabilities of getting pregnant. I was told by Dr. Turnbul complete sex reassignment, using the latest laser surgical techniques, transplantation of human female reproductive system, breast enhancement medicines, voice box restructuring, along with other estrogen-based drugs and postoperative care it would be in the neighborhood of five million dollars. I thought for a few moments and I boldly said let?s to do it! I asked Dr. Turnbul how soon and how fast can we make these arrangements. I must admit I giggled later at the thought of Paul having his first cycle, or eventually getting pregnant and having a baby. He wasn?t man enough to father one but maybe he will become woman enough to birth one! I asked the doctor could I pick out the hunk that will eventually deflower "Paula" when she is able to have sex! I want to set him up just like he has been doing to me. I want Paula to give oral sex to a stud and then be carried off to a bed, be undressed, and deflowered! Paula could sleep on the wet side of the bed then! And with that the wheels of Paul?s transformation to Paula were put into motion. Over the next couple of hours Dr. Turnbul explained all that was needed from me in order to facilitate Paul?s transformation. We had to attack his very manhood, to get him voluntarily give it up. To start the process, Dr. Turnbul told me to put some special powder in his drinks at dinner and breakfast. This combination would make him very susceptible to suggests and as horny as a teenager for the first 10 days. Then suddenly on the 11th day make it impossible for him to get an erection! However, he will still be over the top horny! On day 12 I should have fun with him and the next day I was to call Dr. Turnbul for an appointment. On lucky day number 13 the real treatments will begin. I remember almost laughing out loud when Paul lamented "I don?t get it, for the past week we have had so much sex we were like honeymooners. Now I can?t seem to get it up for you honey, I?m sorry?. I told Paul it happens to every man once in a while. Maybe he was just tired from our week of lovemaking. I remember thinking that the powder worked just like clockwork. I had to spread my legs, let him rub his penis between my breasts or masturbate that man to relieve his insatiable appetite for sex. Now thankfully it was over Paul?s libido was still skyrocketing but he wasn?t able to receive any relief. Now it was time for my fun! Knowing my husband?s soon to be fate, I told Paul I had always wanted to have a lesbian romp. I asked him if he would like to watch me as I did something like that? Paul was so horny he quickly agreed it would turn him on too. I told him it would be cheating if I did have sex with another woman though. Maybe he could help me with this fantasy? Paul told me he would help in whatever way he could. That night I tried to give him a blowjob for the first time ever for agreeing to help me live out my fantasy. Paul seemed to enjoy it so much but was extremely irritated he could not get it up to have an orgasm. When we laid down to sleep, I told him when he gets up in the morning to take a long hot bath instead of a shower. I had another surprise for him in the morning. He probably thought I thought a bath would relax him and I would try and give him another blowjob. In reality I thought if Paul actually did as I suggested I would continue my game. Evidently the rat had no real defense against my suggestions. As I awoke I heard the tub being filled in our bedroom bathroom. I walked into the bath expecting to find Paul. But he had gone down stairs to get something so I quickly added some special bath soaps into the water that Dr. Turnbul had given me. As Paul entered the bathroom I quickly got on my knees and began to suck his penis just like the night before. Again, he moaned how great it felt. Again, when he couldn?t get it up or reach an orgasm. I stopped and I looked up into his eyes while still on my knees I blurted out, "Honey my fantasy is for you to pretend to be the other woman!" ?I am secretly turned on by seeing men in drag. That is why suggested you tour our stores dressed in women?s clothes! Please Paul, I want you to become a girl for me today!? Paul of course tried to play cute and said well he would look silly in women?s clothes but why not try and finish what I had started? That is when I took control. I stood up and looked him straight into his eyes. I yelled sternly, "Paul I want you to soak in the tub for twenty minutes. I put some scented bubble bath soaps into the water that will make you smell nice and take all that ugly man hair off your body. When you get out of the bath water, shower off and you can then watch all that ugly man hair go down the drain! You will then dry yourself off, and then come into our room where I have some soft and silky lingerie for you to put on along with some other beautiful clothes I purchased just for you! After you get dressed, I have a wig for you to wear and I will apply your make up and other accessories. I have just their Then we will play girlfriends for a while!" Without any hesitancy in my voice I yelled even louder, "Get into that tub now young lady!" To my amazement Paul turned red but said nothing and entered the tub. My "fantasy" of a lesbian day of fun was coming true. After his bath I told him to tuck his thing up between his legs and put on the flesh colored ?Tuck It Pretty Panty? I purchased from a local specialty cross dresser store. After he tucked everything in place and pulled on his panty I said, ?Paul look you don?t have a penis! You look just like me down there now!? I thought Paul would cry instead he looked into the dressing mirror and seemed mesmerized. I didn?t know if it was the drugs he was taking or if he was about to cry. He saw what I saw. A smooth V shaped patch of lacy flesh color but no manly bulge! The panty curved swiftly upward between his hairless legs leaving him looking so smooth and so vulnerable! Paul?s state of the art breasts were next. I affixed each breast on to Paul?s chest. They instantly they molded to Paul?s hairless chest giving him a nice "C" cup. The breasts were designed to adhere securely to skin as they warmed to body temperature. No smelly glue just body heat. His breasts hung to his chest as if he had grown them himself. He again starred at the mirror for almost a minute or perhaps two. I saw a tear come down one eye. I broke his spell by yelling for him to put on his delicates! Paul bent over and picked up his bra off the bed. His breasts swayed with his body but as he leaned over, they never came off. Paul slid each arm through the bra straps. He gently bent forward placing each breast delicately into the bra cups. I adjusted the straps so they weren?t digging into his shoulders. Paul asked for help snapping the clasps closed but I told him to reach behind his back himself and just stretch the bra strap until he could feel the clasps catch. Paul did it like a pro after a few tries. I watched in amazement as Paul?s chest looked indistinguishable from a real women?s. Next he picked up the panty and gently slid it up his legs. I heard the waist band snap and he ran his right hand over his flat front. I think he was stunned too, as he again starred in the mirror for a couple of minutes. Paul looked so cute in his panty and bra set. I insisted on a lacy garter belt and sheer peach colored stockings. After he stepped into his dress I nearly started to laugh as he asked me to zip him up in back. A pair of cute 3-inch heels and it was off to my vanity for makeup and nails. I quickly did his makeup and gently lowered his wig on his head. He was staring at his reflection in the vanity mirror as I reached for the stunned man?s right hand, then his left and carefully filled each of his nails and then filed and buffed them. Then opening a set of false finger nails I went back to work to finish his hands. I placed a new nail over each of Paul?s newly filed nails and pushed down ever so gently. Paul seemed he was about to protest but as he opened his mouth, I quickly told him ? A woman needs nice looking hands and nails are where you begin. Remember my dear, you are a woman today," With that he closed his painted lips and I finished his manicure using a nice soft pink color with a French tip style. Paul?s expression was priceless as I took off his manly wedding band and replaced it with a replica of my engagement ring and wedding band. ?Now your hands look so lady like Paul. If we go out for drinks later the men will leave you alone knowing you are married? I teased. I finished off his transformation with his accessories. A dainty pearl anklet, matching necklace, earrings and a gold bracelet really girled him up. Paul was not a tall man and kept his weight in check. I saw the possibilities of him turning out as good as Nellie Hopkins. I told him first we were going to just play girlfriends and have a tea party. If he didn?t want to play along perhaps we could go out to a restaurant for lunch instead, do some afternoon shopping, eat dinner out and then go to a night club later that evening for dancing, drinks and of course men! Paul quickly followed my lead as we sat for tea and chat. We discussed how we met our husbands. I told Paul how I met my husband but he had to make up a completely different story for his. What kind of kisser is he? When did she have sex for the first time? I could tell Paul was mortified when I asked him questions about what sexual positions she liked best. How large was her hubby?s penis. Does Paula like the taste of her husband? Does she give him blowjobs? After a couple of hours of chatting, I told "her" of my fantasy about wanting to make love to a woman. I leaned over to Paul, grabbing the back of his head roughly and pulled him toward me and started kissing him. I was the aggressor now. We kissed each other for a bit while I rubbed his new breasts telling him how soft she was. I slowly moved down his body reaching up under the hem of his dress and began rubbing the inside of his thighs. Paul actually started to breath faster. I knew he was enjoying the gentle massage I was giving him. He even let out a soft moan. I stopped suddenly. I told him to clean up our tea dishes and then come back into the living room. He had such a sad expression on his face. I had other little petting sessions throughout the day to keep his libido and hopes high. The only time Paul got rebellious was later that evening after I told him to change into a yellow baby doll outfit for bed but do not remove the tuck away panty so no ugly penis bulge would show. The breasts were amazing. Paul didn?t even need to wear a bra. Paul looked uncomfortable as I told him to put on the yellow colored mules I also purchased. The slight heel pushed his breasts forward and behind back. He looked adorable. There was my man wearing nothing but his baby doll top and panties, what a wimp I thought to myself. I dabbed perfume on his wrists, behind his ears and behind his knees. I told him it was called Womanly Passion and I want to see how passionate my woman can be! I then told him to go lay down on our bed where I wanted to make love to him. Paul did as he was told and when I joined him in our bed. I began by kissing him all over his body. I was treating him like the women he was to become. I stopped after a few minutes and reached into my nightstand drawer. I pulled out a big pink colored penis vibrator and turned it on. The look on Paul?s face was priceless. He was about to say something when I put my finger to his lips and began rubbing his shaven legs with the vibrator giving him a massage. Just because it looked like a penis didn?t mean I was going to shove up into him I told him or perhaps I will I teased! I asked him to flip over on to his tummy. I wondered how he liked his breasts now! I massaged of his upper torso, then moving down I began pressing hard when I was near his anus opening. Paul began to whimper slightly probably because he expected me to push it into him. I almost laughed as moved from his bottom to his thighs. Asking him again to flip over on his back. I massaged the front of his thighs with our "friend" and his whimpers turned to quiet little moans. Paul spread his legs open a little wider to allow me to rub the inside of his even legs more. I was surprised when Paul lifted his ass up inviting me to rub the bottom of his behind more, which I did of course! By this time I was hearing loud sounds of pleasurable moans. As I rubbed my "penis" against his tiny tucked pantied penis, his moans of pleasure increased even more. Like the saying goes when in Rome do as the Romans. It only took several more minutes of stimulation in that area for Paul to begin to squeeze his legs together and tighten around the vibrator. Paul let out several girly squeals of pleasure as he had what I believe was an orgasm. I kept the vibrator right up to him as he started moaning again but even louder. A minute later he began bucking his hips and let out a guttural moan then a yelping sound the likes I had never heard from him before! I swear the whole thing lasted over five minutes. I thought to myself Paul might have experienced a multiple orgasm! As he calmed down, Paul just lay there as I held him closely. He had a few tears in his eyes and just moaned and smiled as I held him. Finally letting him go I helped him undress completely, I was amazed there was no cum in his panties. He didn?t even notice. I knew he had orgasmed several times. I thought to myself his was some drug Turnbul used. The night was still young as Paul came out of his cleanup shower I had more outfits for him to try on that I took from my downtown boutique. Paul did not protest any longer as he modeled many dresses, blouses and skirts. Sexy undies, stockings, lots of shoes and jewelry for me late into the night. We played fashion show with Paul as the star. He even wore a one-piece bathing suit then a very skimpy bikini! I used the vibrator on him again while he was wearing the bikini and to my surprise he multiple orgasmed again! Paul even wore a maternity dress complete with a special pad that made it looked like he was about eight months pregnant. Paul was such a good girl submitting to my "fantasy" . When we finally through and getting ready for bed I mentioned to Paul I noticed he wasn?t getting hard or even ejaculating but was orgasming. I think something was wrong with him. I told him for his own good he has to see a doctor. Paul did what most men would do; he protested and said he didn?t need to see any doctors. I think having no body hair was embarrassing him and he did not anyone else to see it. However, I insisted and he dutifully backed down. The next morning I set up our appointment with a doctor of internal medicine whose specialty is erectile dysfunction, named Turnbul! I told him lucky for us Dr.Turnbul was available that afternoon. I remember Paul saying as we walked into the office of Dr. Turnbul the building was quite impressive and he liked the architecture. As I led Paul into Turnbul?s office the first thing he noticed all the fresh cut flowers and the music. He commented on the pictures on the walls and the smell of the flowers in the office calling it rather feminine for a doctor who specializes in erectile dysfunction. I quietly mentioned he didn?t mind being girly the day before. Paul did not say another thing only blushed and kept quiet. As we signed in I noticed Paul checking out the secretary? boobs. She was wearing a rather low-cut blouse exposing her ample sized breasts. I couldn?t wait to get even with this dog. Cindy the buxomly receptionist eventually called us. As we approached her she smiled and asked if we would follow her. As she led us to an examination room I couldn?t help notice what a wonderful figure she had. I also saw how Paul was getting an eye full of her behind. He was still horny but couldn?t do anything about it! I thought oh what a shame? Not! However, if he had known Cindy was formally Carl he would have ran out of the office! Cindy told us Dr. Turnbul would be right in. I noticed Cindy looking at Paul with a strange look on her face. I wondered if she wanted to warn him of what was coming! When Dr. Turnbul entered the room Paul?s reaction to her was "She?s a woman doctor! What would she know about men?s problems?!" A faux pa that even Paul knew he shouldn?t have said. Dr. Turnbul not even looking up from Paul?s chart just said, "I get that reaction often". "Now then", speaking slowly and looking Paul in the eyes, "You seem to be having a problem with your penis working properly Paul, ah, is that correct?" That stopped Paul right in his tracks and he mumbled something about not being able to get an erection. Dr. Turnbul and Paul talked for a few more minutes. Turnbul asked Paul to drop his drawers so she may take a physical look at Paul?s penis. I thought he may object with me in the room but he did as requested and let his pants and underpants drop to the floor exposing his hairless lower body and of course his penis. "Do you not like body hair like most virile men Paul?" Dr. Turnbull asked after noticing his hairless gams. Paul blushed and said it was a side effect of something he ate. All the while I watched Dr. Turnbul examining Paul?s penis. She rubbed up and down but it was as flaccid as a wet noodle. It almost seemed to me like Dr. Turnbul was trying to play with Paul?s organ as she continued to manipulate it in every direction to get it to erect. She excused herself only to return with another woman. The woman who returned with Dr. Turnbul was young and extremely attractive. Paul with his pants and underwear still around his ankles turned a red as a beat. Turnbul introduced the woman as Dr. Newton, ?She specializes in cases like this and she would like to examine you as well Paul if that would be all right?? Paul was mortified, but agreed. This hot looking doctor was rubbing his penis, rubbing it every which way and nothing was happening. I could see Paul looking down her blouse and see her bra and two good sized breasts bouncing around but could still not get hard. The doctors excused themselves to have a consultation. Dr. Turnbul returned to ask if we might be able to stay for a while, as Dr. Newton wanted to run some tests. Dr. Turnbul said there doesn?t appear to be physical damage to Paul?s penis. After Paul pulled his underwear and pants back up Cindy the young secretary re-entered the room. She escorted Paul to another exam room asking me to wait here. In the other room Paul was told the gowns, footsies, and hair bonnets were in the closet on the shelf where he could also hang up his clothes and he was to remove his underwear. With that said Cindy left the room. Paul undressed and reached into the closet door only to discover everything was pink. Paul told me later he just stood there looking at the closet full of pink gowns and such when Dr. Newton entered and seeing the naked hairless man standing there she turned around and apologized. Dr. Newton told him the laundry mixed up their order and those were all they had! Making matter?s worse the laundry service delivered maternity wear and all the gowns had little sayings like baby on board, mommy?s little helper, all of them had a stork logo. Dr. Newton apologized but insisted Paul was to put on the gown, footsies, and a hairnet so they can move on with the exam in a sterile environment. Paul told me he reluctantly did as the doctor asked and was led out into the hallway. How humiliated Paul looked as they stopped by the room I was waiting in. I was going to escort Paul into the new examination room. He saw me staring at the maternity gown he was wearing. I whispered in Paul?s ear teasing him saying, ?You didn?t tell me you?re pregnant!" Paul started to yell at me but stopped himself suddenly remembering there were others there and calmly explained about the laundry mix up. I thought to myself oh how he was going to pay for mistreating me by yelling. We were led into the exam room with a medical chair that was for all intents and purposes a gynecological examination chair. Dr. Newton asked Paul to please sit and put his feet in the stirrups. Paul looked hesitantly at me but did ashe was requested to do. Once in the chair and his feet placed in the stirrups the chair began to lean back and the stirrups spread wider apart. Dr. Newton stated she was going to need some high definition images at the inside of Paul?s pubic area to be sure there isn?t some sort of internal damage or tumors. I thought to myself well Paul get used to those stirrups. Many of your future exams will include them! After about ten minutes Dr. Newton turned off the machine and tilted Paul back up and said she will read the results of the test, confer with Dr. Turnbul and be back in about twenty minutes. I remember it was much longer than twenty minutes and how many times Paul said what if its cancer? What if I die? Paul was in a state of near hysteria when Dr. Turnbul not Dr. Newton walked back into the room. A grim-faced doctor confirmed Paul?s greatest fears; it was cancer! Turnbul explained to Paul the cancer is called Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual or SGMS for short. It is the deadliest type of cancer there is, usually killing its victim in four days to six days at most. Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual cells are extremely testosterone hungry and was a hyper attacking cancer affecting only men. The first cells are found in the epididymis. The cancer cells then begin to mutate and produce tendrils that choke off a male?s epididymis. Thus, making ejaculation impossible. The tendrils begin to grow exponentially at this point surrounding and strangling the scrotum, testes, vas deferens, seminal vesicles, prostate and the muscles of the penis. The cancer cells feed on the abundant testosterone found in a man?s reproductive system. It consumes all of the hormone very quickly. We believe somehow the Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual cells send a chemical message to each other to continue to look for more testosterone in a man?s body. The tendrils grow so rapidly they intertwine themselves around the vascular system of the man and make their way to the internal organs of the man eventually wrapping themselves around the heart muscle. This leads to stopping the heart and thus death within six days. There are hundreds of these spindles that run from the initial tumor making it almost impossible to save its victims life past day one maybe day two of the diagnosis. Lucky for you Paul you are probably only 18 hours into this deadly disease. Paul started to cry, like the sissy he was, tears running down his face, hyperventilating and sobbing. Dr. Turnbul told Paul if given the right treatment immediately she feels she can save Paul?s life. Dr. Turnbul said she has had success in saving 163 out of 203 patients in the past three years. However, before they can save Paul?s life he would first have to sign his medical release forms now or look for another surgeon who could save him. Dr. Turnbul will gave Paul all of his records but it would probably take at least a few days to find another qualified doctor. There are only three doctors in the United States and two in Canada that could perform this kind of surgery. However, as she explained to Paul he may be dead before he can even see another doctor. I Remember Dr. Turnbul saying how very susceptible to suggestions Paul would become as the drugs took over his body. The thought of sudden death terrified Paul. Paul then said the magic words we all were waiting for! "All right doctor let?s do it"! He exclaimed. Paul was so anxious to get going. He asked what hospital should we go to? Dr. Turnbul told him she had all the necessary equipment was here in her clinic and surgery center. All the surgery and recovery can be done on these premises. We have a surgical and recovery wing on the third floor wing. The center was as good as any hospital she told Paul. As soon as the paperwork is signed they would begin saving Paul?s life. After signing all the documents Paul asked Dr. Turnbul to tell him exactly what the surgery would entail in more detail. As Paul listened still whimpering, I had to hold back my laughter. Dr. Turnbul told us the following. "As with any surgery there are there is no guarantee of success. "If the Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual Spindles are more developed then we think, it will be too late. Dr. Turnbul said she assumed the penis vascular system and muscles are already under attack based on Paul?s limp penis and lack of ejaculation the night before. Turnbul explained the spindles usually head ?North? however it is evident some of the spindles have moved ?South? also. ?I assume you have not passed urine today correct?? Paul. Paul?s eyes grew big as his nod confirmed that news. Turnbul continued explaining to Paul ?If when we begin the surgery and the urethra and penile muscles are already too far entwined with spindles I will have to do what is called a penectomy. In layman?s terms Paul, I would have to remove your penis. To be sure we have all the cells of the Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual scrotum we would probably remove your scrotum, testes and your prostate. However, I would save the skin from around the penile muscle and create a pocket or what I refer to as the "Voided Area". You will need the pocket for the future. It will be where you will have a penis reinserted after we defeat the cancer. In order to protect your urethra, it will be shortened to perhaps an inch and three quarters to two inches and brought out just in front of the your voided area. I will make sure it is tipped somewhat backward. This allows the urine to flow backward and down into the toilet when urine is voided from your body. This helps in preventing infection. You will have to be very careful with your personal hygiene especially at first Paul. It is not natural for you to sit and urinate I assume? Because of the voided pocket you may cause a severe infection and die a very quick death from the toxins in your urine. So please be sure to wipe this the urethra area dry with toilet paper. Paul listened and just stared into space. If what was just explained previously was not hard enough on Paul this is where it really got dicey. Dr. Turnbul described the rest of Paul?s post-surgical look to him. ?In order to limit the chance of a bacterial infection to your voided area Paul, I will also would have to create two skin folds in the front of your voided or pocketed area. It has been learned through previous surgical failures the bacterial infections were much more dangerous to patients with Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual. Unfortunately, until I began to surgically cover the opening of the voided area and the urethral opening all of the first twenty-five men with Systema Genitale Masculinum Spirilextradual died of urinary tract bacterial infections. You see in those earlier surgeries I tried to extend the urethra out of the voided pocketed area to look somewhat like a small penis but it lead to those terrible infections. Turnbul looked straight at Paul saying, "To the untrained eye Paul,ah, your voided area, post-surgery, may look something like a vaginal opening," ?Even to a trained eye some may mistake you for having female genitalia. Dialysis could be an option if you refused the plastic surgery. Unfortunately, only one in the fifteen other patients who had taken the dialysis option survived more than two weeks. That poor soul died of the same infections two months later". "The good news is when you are completely healed, in about six to seven months; you could have a donor penis inserted into your voided area. With modern surgical techniques available today, all 163 of our surviving patients have chosen to have a donor penis inserted into their void. Many have gone on to have healthy children with their partners. So, planning for a family will still be an option for you. You see Paul,ah, with the knowledge of the body that we have at my clinic, along with the advancements in laser surgery, and cryopreserving of healthy organs, we can remove any body part for usage later. So all is not lost if your penis is removed. In a half of a year or so you will be enjoying sex like never before!" Dr. Turnbul proudly stated. I knew from watching Paul he was only partially listening to Dr. Turnbul at first. As she continued, I noticed his eyes widen and he wanted to interrupt her but he waited until she was done talking. I remember Paul suddenly blurting out, "Dr. Turnbul, you might have to cut off my penis, leaving me with a hole? And then you will cover it with folds of skin that will make it look something like a women?s vulva, because you are afraid my urethra may become infected with an infection that would kill me? But if this surgery is successful you can insert a penis into the hole, later right?" Dr. Turnbul in a very patient voice answered Paul by saying " Paul,ah, I prefer you say Voided Area or Pocketed area rather than hole. However, if you want to die, keep delaying asking silly questions. Time is running out for you?. That last statement did it for Paul. He was brought to tears, realizing Dr. Turnbul was right. Paul said in a quiet voice ?Please take me to surgery now!? End of Chapter 1. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>