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My name is Lloyd, or at least it used to be, I go by Loretta now.
Several year ago, I had it made, my hot young wife Ann, and I had a great
life, She is a bio-scientist and I ama graphic designer. Ann was on a
great career path on her job, the only issue was that she had to avoid
pregnancy. She was working on DNA issues that had to do with fertility,
so her lab couldn't take a chance of her becoming pregnant. She needed
about five more years before she could move from the lab benches to the
offices where the data was analyzed. She tasked me to avoid pregnancy,
all I had to do was get a vasectomy, and there would be no issue
(literally). We already had 2 children, (hers) from her first marriage to
Tom.
She married Tom right out of college, they were both bisexual, which
seemed a good solution to them, unfortunately, she slid more toward
heterosexuality and Tom toward homosexuality. After two kids, they agreed
that the marriage had become a fiction and divorced, Tom being very
supportive, but needing something Ann didn't have, so he left. Ann and I
met when her kids were three years and 18 months, and hit it right off.
What I didn't know then was that part of Ann's attraction was to my
rather androgenous looks. I was a runner and a bit skinny, without a lot
of body hair or upper body muscle mass.
To me, Ann is a knockout, tall, lean with B cup breasts, blue eyes and
black hair, a regular Galloway Girl. When we me she insisted that I
always wear a condom, which was fine for dating, but after we committed
to each other and married, I suggested she go on the pill. Ann explained
that the nature of her work ruled against this and said that I should
freeze some sperm and have a vasectomy, until she could have a child
(after her career moved from lab work to analysis, about six more years.
I heard about a new technique in India where a chemical was pumped into
your vas deferens, blocking sperm temporarily. I went and had it done,
the Doctor there said that I would need to provide semen samples to a
urologist each year so they could judge the effectiveness, and told me
that I should be sterile for about four years. When I got home, I waited
the six months recommended and went and provided my urologist a semen
sample, and he confirmed that I was infertile, at that moment. You know
how sometimes you put things off because you are busy, I didn't go back
to the urologist for another two years, at which time I found out that I
was fertile. Assuming that Ann was not pregnant, I figured that a bullet
had been dodged.
Ann felt a bit sick one morning, and decided to ask if I had in fact been
vasectomized. I told her about my quick trip to India, and the success
that I had had, but admitted that I had become fertile at some point in
the previous year. Ann was angry, but went and bought an at home
pregnancy test. When she found out that she was pregnant, she sent me
away. Despondent, I left, hoping she would take me back when she cooled
down. I cooled my heels in a hotel for a week, before she called me and
told me to come home and discuss this with her.
When I got there, I was surprised to see her ex-husband Tom there. Tom
had become a very successful attorney and was practiced in writing
contracts. Ann explained that she could no longer trust me as is, but
that she had some experiments from her lab that would ensure that I would
not impregnate her again. She told me that she could put some genes in my
testicles and prevent me from ever being fertile again. She said that
this pregnancy was going to put her career back five years, but she
didn't want to abort our child as she still loved me, and my giving up
fertility was a small price for me to pay for us to remain together. She
agreed that I could go to my urologist first and have semen frozen so we
could have more children later, if we both wanted.
She said it would take her a bit to prepare her program, and that I would
need to sign contracts and releases regarding my treatment, This was
where Tom came in, he had written it all up. Ann had me sign all of the
papers (and there were a lot of them), and asked me to leave for a week,
while she prepared. She needed to get all of this done before telling the
lab about her condition as she would then be excluded from all of the
experiments. After a week, and several trips to my Urologist, to same
semen for the future, I prepared to go to Ann's lab and face the music.
When I got there, the lab was closed, Ann had turned off the security
cameras, and led me in by a side door. Ann had me strip and put a
hospital gown on, which she had brought. The lab was working on mice, and
other small animals, what Ann had planned for me was no where near the
Human testing phase. She had confided in her lab boss, Carl, and he was
there also, Carl seemed excited to put their theories into practice on a
human, and saw that the contracts and releases created by Tom protected
the lab no matter what happened to me. I was scared, but trusted in Ann's
love for me. Carl had me sit on a stainless table and injected Novocain
into my testicles, which really hurt, but after everything was numb,
there was no additional pain. Ann injected my testicles with several
syringes, and I asked her what she had done. Ann told me that there had
been a number of tests where a crisper dna gene splicer had been used to
knock out my DMRT1 and activate FOXL2 genes that were already present in
my testicles. The experiments with mice and shown that this would change
the tissue of the testicle into more ovarian tissues, but the most likely
outcome would that my testicles would become fibrous tissue and would in
any case eliminate my production of sperm. I pleaded with Ann to find
some other way, but she told me that these genes had been put in and that
they would either work or not, and that I would move their experiments up
significantly, a small price for me to pay considering my deceit on the
matter of the vasectomy. She said that she had worked it out and that
there should be no change to me besides sterility, if I took supplemental
testosterone through transdermal patches. Ann then told me that I should
start seeming an internist and endocrinologist that she knew. Ann then
told me that one of the many documents that I had signed was a release
that the lab could have tissue samples and scan made of my testicles,
once a month, so they could document any changes.
We went home after the procedure and I was sullen to say the least, after
three days, Ann came home and confirmed that she was out of the lab for
the duration of her pregnancy and while nursing, but rather than being
angry, she became solicitous of me, and suggested that we go back to
having sex, since she was already pregnant and since she didn't know
whether there would be changes in me or not. Ann arranged for the kids to
visit Tom, their father, for the weekend, and came home with a wicked
grin, ready to play. We had previously had a great sex life, but Ann
seemed even more turned on than normal.
She performed a striptease for me, that sent me wild, then she proceeded
to kiss me all over. She stopped and spent extra attention to my nipples,
she had never played with my nipples much before, I guess it was because
she preferred breasts to my flat chest, but her licking, biting and
sucking sent me wild. Finally, she went gave a blowjob like she had never
done before, Ann sitting on the floor between my legs while I sat on the
side of the bed, licking the head and saft of my penis, while she
massaged me in the taint between my testicles and asshole. I came hard,
and she swallowed every bit, as if it was going to be her last meal (she
knew things that I didn't). After I returned the favors on her beautiful,
perky, breasts, and went down on her moist vagina and clit, she came. At
that point, I was ready, and penetrated Ann greedily, pumping here for
all I was worth, we came together and it was magical. Afterwards, we lay
together in the afterglow, and I assumed that her experiment had failed,
and that I would simply need to get a vasectomy after she gave birth.
About a month in, I went for my first tests and biopsy at the internists,
and my blood samples were shared with the endocrinologist. This continued
for several more months, and finally I was asked to bring Ann in (along
with her boss, Carl) to a special meeting. I sat down with the internist,
along with Ann and Carl, and a fifth person, who was the endocrinologist.
The internist said, "If I didn't know better, I would swear that the last
biopsy was of an ovary and not a testicle, the shapes tissues are very
ovarian in look." The endocrinologist then piped in and said that my
testosterone levels had dropped severely and my estrogen was at the level
of a healthy female. The endocrinologist said that she would prescribe
testosterone patch to increase my testosterone level back to that of a
healthy man, and prescribe anastrozole, to block the effects of the
estrogen. Carl immediately spoke up and said that while a testosterone
patch was acceptable to him, the anastrozole was not, as it would change
the outcome of the experiment. I yelled, "What experiment"? Ann calmly
said, "Carl, we can discuss this later, Lloyd, we will take care of you
and protect you."
Ann and I went home with my prescriptions, it was only later that I found
out that Ann and Carl met with my doctors without me and explained that
with the changes in my gonads from testicles to ovaries, it was critical
to see what the effects of the estrogen would be on a healthy, adult
male, and that I had agreed that Carl and Ann would have final say on my
medicines during the experiment. I started with my real testosterone
patch and placebo anastrozole, and started to feel more like my old self,
but with differences. I noticed that my emotions would swing wildly, but
that when I was calm, I had been able to concentrate and be more creative
on my graphic designs. I also noticed changes in our lovemaking, my
nipples responded more to Ann playing than they ever had before, and
achieving climax took me longer, but that was alright as Ann and I
climaxed together more often. I also noted that when I masturbated, my
ejaculate was thinner, with less volume and clear. I also noticed that my
orgasms changed a little, more centered throughout my pelvic region, and
not coming from the squirting sensation in my balls. I asked Ann about
this and she openly told me that a side effect was that as I no longer
produced sperm, the FOXl2 caused the atrophying of the vesicles that
carried my sperm into my semen.
My shape also started to change, I noticed small, hard, lumps under my
nipples, which were initially very tender, Ann looked at these and told
me they were breast buds, and that I would develop some breast tissue,
and may have some fat deposits in my butt and hips. She knew that my Mom
had small breasts, and a slim butt and said I didn't have too much to
worry about as far as outward appearance, and that as long as she and I
could continue to make love in the same way, why should that be a
problem?
At the six month point in Ann's pregnancy, she became uncomfortable with
our normal lovemaking, but wanted to continue to receive and give sexual
touches. We played with each other's nipples, mine started to become
definable breasts, AA cup at first. Ann still wanted to be brought to
climax and was happy to bring me to climax as well. I felt less urgency
than I had with testicles, and enjoyed the lovemaking that we had. One
thing that Ann started doing was giving me prostate massages while giving
me a blowjob, this seemed to bring back the old "squirting" type of
classic male orgasm for me, so I accepted being penetrated with her
finger. She also started to lick my scrotum at the beginning of oral sex,
which felt both weird and great at the same time. I continued to eat Ann
out, but also spent more time at the beginning with playing with her
labia with my tongue as foreplay, She liked this as much as I enjoyed the
scrotal stimulation.
Ann explained to me that all the parts of both male and female genitals
had corresponding part on the opposite sex, and that the FOXL2 and DMRT1
were the genes that stimulated a fetus to become male or female in the
womb. She went on to explain that disorder in either lead to many genital
disorders of the kind she was studying in the lab. Science knew that
lower order vertebrate, such as fish, could change sex, given the correct
circumstances, and as recently as 2018, it was confirmed that mice
ovaries could become testes if FOXL2 was replaced with DMRT1, and that
mice testes could become ovaries if DMRT1 was suppressed and FOXL2 was
promoted. Ann explained that this is what she had done to me. I should
have been angry, but the love of my very pregnant wife, along with my
changed hormone balance had made me more accepting of my situation.
During the last trimester, Ann noticed that I was having a more difficult
time retaining erections, so she had the internist prescribe Sildenafil,
which made all the difference.
As Ann became larger, she found moving around less comfortable, and when
I asked for the TV remote, she tossed it to me, and missed, hitting my
groin. It turns out that being hit in the ovaries hurts just as much as
being hit in the balls. Ann thought about this and asked if I wanted my
ovaries to be moved up into my abdomen, as there was no purpose to them
being in by scrotum, Ann said Neuticles could be used to mimic my balls,
if I wanted. I said let's think about that after her delivery.
As Ann got into her last month of pregnancy, she started leaking
colostrum, which I drank, when we were intimate. She had moved from a B
cup to a C cup, and I had moved from a AA cup into a small B cup. Ann and
I hadn't reckoned with the hormones in her milk, and as the delivery day
approached, my breasts became enlarged to a full B cup and very tender.
After a six hour labor, Ann delivered our very healthy son, Isaac, who
was quickly placed on her nipple. This picture of maternal bliss affected
me greatly, and I cried a bit, loving the image. While we had a newborn
in our house, we had a LOT less sex, but neither of us minded, as we were
both bonding and imprinting on Isaac. Once, when Ann had gone out
shopping for a bit, I tried to give Isaac some of Ann's milk from a
bottle, and he kept rejecting it, grabbing for my tit instead. I thought
it silly, since I wasn't lactating, but eventually gave in to the
screaming and let him suckle from my breast, he didn't get anything but
seemed happier than he was drinking Ann's milk from a bottle. From the
on, I was his pacifier until Ann was ready to nurse him. Ann produced
more milk than Isaac drank, so she continued to pump it, and store it.
One day, I needed milk for my cereal, and neither of us had been to the
store recently, so I decided to try Ann's milk on my wheat Chex, to say
it was delicious, was an understatement, so that is what I used whenever
milk was called for, on cereal, in recipes, etc. After several weeks of
Ann's milk, and Isaac's nursing, I started to feel something strange in
my nipples, and realized that I was leaking. I told Ann, and she had me
go immediately for new blood work. About a week later, my internist, and
endocrinologist, Carl, Ann and I were together to get the results of the
blood work. My internist explained that a mixture of Ann's hormones in
her milk and the suckling action of Isaac, had caused a change in my
hormonal balance, which lead to lactation. Carl was very excited, and Ann
was pleased. Ann explained that she could start to wean Isaac off her
breasts and on to my breasts, and go back into the lab, picking up on her
career path. I didn't know how to feel, knowing that not only did I have
ovaries, but could also nurse a baby, on the other hand, I really enjoyed
both the feeling of Isaac nursing, and the contentment and bond we felt.
Ann went back to work full time, and was admitted back into the lab,
getting her career back on track, and I was home being the wetnurse.
There aren't a lot of clothes choices for men who are lactating (none),
so I started to wear nursing dresses, along with nursing bras. Since I
was slim, most of the nursing dresses hung on me, but I was able to find
a few in smaller sizes, that were long enough. My breasts had grown into
full C cups when they were full. Ann loved my new look, but pushed me to
avoid looking dowdy. I wasn't sure what she meant, until she started
suggesting makeup, and having my hair done, and wearing more brightly
colored clothes. I resisted this, but Ann noted that if I didn't want to
be a prisoner in the house, I would need to present myself as a woman,
when taking Isaac out. I agreed, and Ann was ecstatic.
Ann made all the arrangements for a full makeover at her salon. My hair
had been growing for months, and was pretty shaggy and unkept, so I was
excited to have it trimmed. My beard, always very light, had become
almost non-existent, I no longer needed to shave. I spent all day at the
salon, with my hair, make-up, nails, etc. and expected to look almost
like a woman. Ann wouldn't let me look into the mirror until everything
was done, and I had changed. Ann had bought me a slim dress, that fit me
much better than what I had been wearing. So she helped me put it on and
led me to our three way full length mirror. I was shocked, I looked like
old pictures of my Mom, when she was my age (and my Mom was very good
looking), Ann loved it and almost tackled me with her embrace. My Mom was
a tall and slender woman, who was svelte, with feminine curves that were
not overdone, she had a small, tight butt, and so did I. At this point, I
had to admit that I had gone from looking androgynously male to
androgynously female, to fully feminine. Ann told me she loved it,
always being bi-sexual, this was a real turn on for her.
We had been avoiding sex while Isaac was still up multiple time during
the night, nothing like a crying baby to kill the mood, but Isaac had
started to wean himself from my breasts, taking formula from a bottle and
eating solid food, he was now a settled baby. With that, Ann suggested
that we have today as a "date night" once Isaac was asleep.
She first embraced me with the same vigor as when I first came back from
the salon, and started kissing me and nibbling my ear, running her hand
greedily over my body, while I did the same with her, our hunger for each
other was as hot as ever, if not hotter.
We did mutual stripteases for each other, and were both ready when we
naked. Ann grabbed my left breast and clamped down on the nipple, and
suckled, being rewarded with my still flowing breast milk. It was
pleasurable when Isaac suckled my breast, but not overtly sexual. When
Ann did it, my nipples felt almost electric, I started to moan and when
Ann went to my right breast, and the milk started to flow, I felt a warm
pulsing that started in my groin and midsection and continued to my
breasts, wave after wave of pleasure came over me, and I moaned and
panted. When it slowed down, Ann let go of my breast and said, "Welcome
to womanhood and your first female orgasm, let's see if you are still up
for a male orgasm."
I entered Ann for the first time in months, and knew that we both needed
this. It was with less urgency than previously, but still many of the
same old feeling. Ann was so excited from my breast orgasm, that she was
all set, and responded as soon as I penetrated her. We moved in rhythm,
pumping and grinding, while both of us moaned, in a very feminine way. I
lasted much longer than I used to be able, and finally, when Ann started
to climax and I felt the clenching in her vagina as she orgasmed, I came.
I felt some of the old spurt type orgasm, but it was more of the waves
that I had felt with my breasts. Climaxing together is glorious, and we
both moaned, who knew that turning into a woman would make me a screamer!
As we lay in the afterglow, Ann admitted that she has always loved me and
been attracted to me, but my new body was much more to here tastes, she
had the perfect lover, a woman with a penis. While we snuggled, Ann put
her hand on the ovaries in my scrotum, and brushed them gently. I asked
her if this had been her goal when she put the FOXL2 in my former
testicles, she said, no, but it was her dream.
The next week, Tom came over to pick up his kids for the weekend, and was
surprised to see me in women's jeans and a blouse. As Tom looked at me,
he said, "Lloyd, if that is still your name, you make a great looking
woman, but you sit like a man, with your legs splayed out. As a gay man,
I am inveterate crotch watcher, and can see the outline of your not small
package very clearly, unless you want to advertise, you may want to look
into learning how to tuck." Ann said, "Tom, I have been telling me this,
but Lloyd said it hurts her ovaries."
That night, after another lovemaking session, I agreed that we should
have a surgeon move my ovaries into my body cavity, so tucking would be
easier. We discussed Neuticles, but decided that those could be added
later, If I felt I needed them, we would go with the empty sack look for
now. We got a reference for a great surgeon from my internist, and set
the date. Before I went in, I signed a durable power of attorney and
patient advocate form, giving Ann control once I was under. I came out of
the surgery sore, and bandaged, more than I had thought. I was
catheterized and had to stay that way for several weeks. The doctor took
out the catheter, the same day the final bandages came off, the nurse
handed me a hand mirror to see the work, I was shocked, it looked like I
had a vulva with a penis coming out of it. Ann quickly explained that she
had decided to have my scrotal tissue re-formed into a beautiful labia,
because my genitals were for her alone, and she liked the look, and she
didn't want me to go through multiple operations, as each operation
damaged nerves, and reduced feeling. She also pointed out that tucking
would be much easier for me now, so I could wear bikinis, as well as
light colored, tight fitting pants. I thought about it and agreed, I was
now a woman, and should look like one. This was not something I had
sought, but life was great now and I didn't want it to change.
After I had recovered, Ann and I made love, almost as the first time as
both of us being women, although I had "something extra." Ann started by
giving me a blowjob, but she started first by licking my labial lips,
every man's scrotum has very sensitive skin, but, let's face it, a
scrotum is rarely good looking, so most women ignore the pleasure that
touching it gently can give a man.
As labial lips, they are beautiful, and Ann really got me going by
licking and touching them. I decided that life was pretty good.
Ann's Lab told me that want to do a series of tests on me to see the
final results, I went in and did the "lab rat" thing. The full results
were that I was completely a woman, but without a uterus or vagina, I had
obviously working breasts, and complete ovaries, but no eggs. My
secondary sexual characteristics were female, but that as long as I
continued with low dose testosterone and sildenafil, my penis would
continue as it has been with no atrophying. Carl said the he and Ann
would get a paper out of this, and we had moved the science of sexual
transitioning ahead by decades. The lab used pseudonyms for Ann and I,
and the lab got their paper, They also helped me to change my vital legal
documents from male to female, from Lloyd to Loretta. While we doing this
Ann confided on me that Carl was actually opposed to the testosterone
patches, as he wanted to see how feminine I could become, but Ann new
what she wanted in her lover and insisted that my penis not be harmed.
We have a great life and couldn't be happier.
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