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As I walked into my den and heard a particularly familiar series of soft gasps and moans set to cheesy low-key bass driven music, my only thought was, "Well, Fuck. Now what?" Allow me to explain my reaction. A few days ago, I got a call from my childhood best friend, Fred Dunton. Fred and I grew up together amongst the corn fields of rural Iowa. We raised hell as two young boys are wont to do with unlimited space, few hazards, and plentiful fields and streams to play in. We traded years as captains of the local baseball team in a friendly rivalry. We briefly double dated the Colton twins (Their father owned the nearby Cabbage farm). While we had grown apart just a little when I made my escape to attend college, but there was a reason I hadn't hesitated more than a split second when Fred called out of the blue and said he needed a place to get away for a while and crash while he picked up the remnants of his life after his messy divorce. That slight hesitation was due to the journey I just recently found myself on, and wasn't really ready to talk about with anyone yet. But Fred might as well have been family, so I gave him my address, and told him to head on over. I was really regretting that decision at the moment. I looked on from the doorway in abstract horror as my best farm buddy from rural Iowa sat staring at my computer screen, watching a very cute, very naked women get absolutely plowed by an equally naked, also very cute naked lady and her 12-inch penis. Shit. Why was my computer even on? I was sure I had shut it down when I headed to work that morning. Fred hadn't noticed me yet, I started thinking of option, could I back out and leave and maybe move to Guam before he noticed? What if I knocked him out and told him it was all a dream? My mental clock wheels were spinning in a mad panic as I pictured the exaggerated ruination of my life, when all choice was taken from me by the coat I had half hung on the coat hook hitting the floor with a loud . Fred turned to look at me, his eyes wide. I started to stammer nonsensical excuses about it being an office prank, and not what it looked like, and, and, When Fred stopped me by saying "Oh, hey Ryan, I was looking for the WIFI password, and er, I found this instead... Do you have any more?" He turned beat red, and looked down, before looking back at the screen, enraptured. You literally could have knocked me over with a feather from my surprise and shock. Here I was picturing the implosion of my life by farm folk misadventure, when the guy I would have figured was the poster child for the definitive guide to straight people is sitting at my computer casually asking me to broaden his porn viewing habits with Trans pornography. I glanced at the file, and noticed that the title "Rock Hard Wife action" actually read "WIFI" in place of Wife. Huh. After a few seconds of pause while my brain rebooted. I shook myself out of it, and said, "Uh, Yeah, sure Fred. Uh, do you want me to copy it to your laptop, or would you rather, uh..." I gestured at the large TV across the room near the Couch. Fred just stood up and sat down on the couch expectantly. I sat down on the far side of the couch, fumbling with the remote as I accessed the very hidden, password protected file cache from my Smart TV. While I was doing that, I casually handed Fred the card with the WIFI password on it from where it was sitting on the coffee table after he had set it there this morning before I left. He turned a bit red and said, "Er, right..." I handed Fred the remote. I showed him how it worked to open the folders of my extensive collection of Trans porn, how they were sorted, and the folder labeled "best." I asked him if he wanted privacy, and he just grinned at me and said, "Nah, it's like 8th grade all over again." I sat down. Fred and I had once discovered his older brother's considerably more mainstream porn stash one long weekend when his parents were away and we had the run of the house. We gained a particularly vivid education that day. This evening looked to be even more educational. I pondered this turn of events as I sat on the couch, still unsure of what to make of it all. As near as I knew before that week, Fred had the perfect average life. A nice house with a couple acres, A loving wife, good prospects, good family life. I was best man at his wedding, and he and his bride Kelly seemed to be inseparable. Which is why it was a real shock to Fred when he came home early from a supply run and found his wife in bed with his tractor mechanic. That led to a rather legendary blowup, in which Fred discovered said tractor mechanic was merely the latest in a long line of supposed friends and neighbors in the area. The inevitable fallout looked to be heading for a very messy divorce, and it looked like Fred was going to get the shaft in that regard. None of which explained his particular interest with Ladies with their own shafts at the moment either though. As we sat on the couch in silence watching the best of the internet roll across my display, I couldn't help but wonder what this meant. Was this just a novelty to Fred? Something he needed to help him blow off steam and stress? What was he thinking about it? About what it said about me that I had all this. I began to wonder if he might not react to the secret, I had been concealing from everyone in my old farm life for a while now. That night had marked the 2-week anniversary of my starting estrogen. I had been preparing for almost a year now, after a particularly intense weekend of introspection after my latest failed relationship had caused me to realize that I might not exactly be the guy that I thought I was. That I didn't want to be that guy when I could be someone else instead. I work for a very liberal but very small IT shop, and my female boss and my junior female co-worker had zero problem with me transitioning when I finally worked up the courage to talk to them about it. I was actually about ready to start my full-time experiment when I got the call from Fred. If you looked carefully at me, you might notice the slightly longer than usual hair, the completely hairless state of my face and arms, and there was no way I was letting anyone into my now very pink and pastel colored bedroom. We continued to watch, video after video. I was getting a bit turned on, but trying very hard to suppress it while I figured out what to do. I noticed Fred had a hand rested on his lap, and he periodically "adjusted" himself just a little. We finally came to the end of a folder string, and Fred let the TV stay idle as he stretched, then looked over at me with a sheepish grin. I never could resist returning a smile to that stupid grin of his, and now was no exception. We broke out in a nervous laugh. Finally, Fred broke the ice. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen! But I feel so conflicted you know? What does that make me for liking it that much? Does that mean I'm ... uh..." he stopped, unsure. I picked up the sentence. "That you are Gay? Nah, probably not. possibly a lesbian, but you don't really have the boobs for that. Maybe a little Bi possibly, but I saw you with Kelly Preston after prom, so you definitely like women too. Even if you are though, it doesn't change who you are. It's another facet of your personality, and people have interests and tastes on a bit of a scale. There are some books on the subject in the library room if you are interested. I think you should just be happy that you found something that you might enjoy to explore. Though I might be a little biased about that given that it's my collection." I finished. I was turning a little beet red with embarrassment despite my confident words though. Fred nodded. He cocked his head to the side and considered, then said, "Huh, I never really pictured you as someone who might be in to something like this either though." I shivered. I considered for a moment, then decided to damn the consequences, and tell him. I looked at Fred, and locked eyes with him. "Uh, well, there is a reason I have all of that. Well, two reasons actually. The former is very similar to how you feel. It's a turn on. But the other reason is more important. It's a bit of research for me. About how I want to be someday." I paused to let that sink in. Fred's eyes got really big. I continued. "so yeah, I'm not really the Guy I've been pretending to be all these years, though I've only figured that out myself very recently. I'm a Transgender Woman, who happens to look like a dude at the moment." I finished with a shrug. I stuck out my hand. "Hi Fred, I'm Rhianne, it's very nice to meet you!" Fred was floored, and it took him a bit to recover. Eventually he shook my hand and said, "Hi Rhianne, it's nice to meet you too!" he grinned that stupid grin of his again. I grinned right back. Fred had a million questions. I couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed when I was strictly into the Ladies. Most of the others you can probably guess. I answered honestly as best I could. Finally, we lapsed into silence while Fred digested all of the new developments. Finally, I added "I er, was actually about to start transitioning before your visit. I decided to put that on pause because I didn't want to make things weird and add to your worries with Kelly." I barked a short laugh. "Mission most definitely not fucking accomplished. Ah well, man, I'm sorry if this is all too weird for you or anything." Fred surprised me with a laugh of his own. "Hah, don't worry about it. This is the first time I've felt relaxed and not like I am losing my mind around someone in weeks. Besides, you're my friend. That's not going to change if you wear a skirt instead of pants." He smiled again. I almost hugged him then, the hormones starting to run my mind were telling me I totally should, but years of conditioning made me settle for a nod and my own smile. I said, "Thank you for that. Besides, don't knock the skirt, I found this one with little dinosaur prints on it, and it has pockets!" That had the desired effect, and he laughed. I ordered us a pizza, and the TV returned to showing more conventional movie entertainment. I did pause to write the password to that folder on the same slip that had the WIFI though. That night I noticed a soft glow coming from under the door to the spare bedroom in the hallway across from my own late into the night. The next morning was the start of the weekend. I woke up a bit early. I decided to say hell with it, and I put on my dinosaur print skirt and a nice matching blouse, A wide white belt with a silver double buckle, and a couple of hair clips up in my hair, one with a large plastic flower up over my ear. I slipped the small anal plug I have taken to wearing in out of habit before I put on a white pair of nylons and some nice silky pink panties, followed by a simple pair of pumps. I put on just a hint of eye makeup, and donned my newly made female style pair of glasses and a wide velvet neck choker. I checked myself in the mirror, and I projected a simple girl next door image, maybe a bit too masculine in the face for my comfort yet, but somewhat passible. I headed out to the kitchen and soon had breakfast cooking away, eggs and sausage with hash browns. Fred soon joined me at the dining table, and I poured him an Orange juice to go with breakfast. He said, "Thanks hun" reflexively, before his sleepy brain caught up with him and he realized what he said. I blushed a little but didn't reply. As we ate, I told him my plans to go get my nails done for the first time, so he would have the run of the place for a while. He surprised me by asking if he could go with me. I shrugged, and said, "Sure!" I had been out and about on errands and medical appointments for a couple of weeks now, but I wasn't sure how Fred was going to react to being in public with me and all the pitfalls that can come with that. He didn't seem to mind though, and seemed really curious about the nail process. I told him I was going to get a French tip manicure, where they were going to glue acrylic pieces to my nail tips and build them up to a nice polished shine. I teasingly said we could get his toenails done if he wanted, and he surprised me again by considering it, and saying, "huh, maybe?" It turns out he did decide to go for a nice purple toe polish. I got mine done to match. He was fascinated watching my nails done, and wanted to see the results once they were dry. It was kind of odd having someone else examine my new fingernails so closely that wasn't a nail technician or myself, but not in a bad way. We ran some other errands, grabbed a quick bite for dinner later, then headed home. Fred casually mentioned that he wouldn't mind watching some more of my movie collection, you know, the special one if I wanted. I figured, "why not?" As we worked through the footage, watching ladies suckle large cocks on other ladies, and still more plowing the asspussies of girls and Transgender girls alike, we started comparing notes and making small talk just like we had all those years ago while watching more conventional porn. We started critiquing technique, and acting skills of the talent, grading performances like judges watching an Olympic sport. We were both relaxed and laughing, though also both flushed with obvious excitement. In solo company I would have had my newly painted nails down my panties by now. At one point Fred made an offhand remark that I looked like a distant cousin of one of the actresses. I stuck out my tongue at him and said I bet that I could make him look like another one, a very nice-looking lady named Patricia, with a little effort. Fred got really quiet for a while, and I worried that I had gone too far. He finally said, "Do you really think so?" I considered, then I nodded. Fred closed his eyes, his face beet red. He continued, nearly a whisper. "I might like to see that, actually." I nodded softly. Maybe Fred and I had more in common than I thought. The next day, I left Fred at the house and set about collecting some supplies. Thanks to the cosmetology night classes I had been taking, I knew that Fred was going to need some different materials than I used in my own budding regimen. I also knew where to get most of the other pieces I was going to need. Thanks to our time on the baseball team together I knew about what size he was, or at least close enough for this purpose. I collected a reasonable facsimile of what the outfit in one of his favorite so far porn scenes looked like, as well as some clip on hoop earrings, a wig that was a close match, and a few other accessories. I also grabbed him a full set of panties, since I figured he would be wearing them for the duration of his stay once he tried them. I had some tall black leather boots with straps and buckles that would probably fit him that were a good match for the scene, as well as a pair of breast forms that would probably work with the lacy bra the outfit required. I got home just after noon, and to no one's surprise, Fred was watching his newfound obsession. I tossed him a bottle of hair removal cream and a new female razor, and told him to hit the bath and remove the hair from his arms, legs, beard area and chest. A short while later, he emerged wearing the fuzzy pink robe I left on the door hook for him, looking somewhat put out to be wearing something so pink. I could tell he was secretly enjoying it though, and he kept running his hands over the furry robe. I tossed him a packet of nylons, panties and a skirt to wear, and told him to put those on and then meet me over in my room at the makeup vanity. He trembled a bit at that. A short while later he stood before me, looking female-ish from the waist down in his short black pleated skirt and black nylon clad legs. He had a seam crooked, so I had him adjust it. I then sat him down on the makeup chair, and showed him how to put on the bra with the temporary falsies. He noticed my own rather flat chest. I told him that I had left them off so as not to push things too much, but I would show them to him later if he liked. He blushed and nodded. I had him slip on the top. I then asked that he close his eyes, and not peek for a while as I worked on his makeup. 20 weeks of intensive night classes and lots of practice meant I was actually pretty good at the makeup game by now, especially working on a face other than my own. I soon had Fred looking very different than he had a minute ago. His mouth and eyes twitched a bit as he felt the different creams and powders being applied, but he kept them closed. I gave a running commentary of what I was doing as I transformed his face. When I was finished, he did somewhat resemble the starlet in question. I told him no peeking yet, and I fashioned the wig onto his head, secured with a couple of hair clips, added a choker necklace around his somewhat large Adams apple, and slipped several arm bangles on his arms to complete the effect. I had him insert his feet into the tall boots, and cinched them up. I then asked him to hold out his fingers, as I applied temporary press on nails in a deep burgundy red, to match his lips. Finally, I was done. I told him, now looking very much like a her, to open his eyes. Fred gasped when he saw his reflection. It wasn't a perfect match, but he could definitely pass as Patricia's stunt double. I thought he looked very sexy, and I was having a bit of trouble keeping my erection under control. He raised a manicured hand to touch his own face. He looked at me almost accusingly and said, "I'm a girl!" I nodded, and said, "well, that was kind of the idea, right?" He, or rather she at the moment, grinned her stupid grin, only this time with her made up sultry lips, it took on a sexy edge I had never noticed before. I grinned back. I told her to go take some time to get a bit of practice with the low heels on the boots, and I would join her in a couple of minutes. After she left, I decided to tart it up myself to match her new look. I adhered my own somewhat larger breast forms on, tossed on a slinky black dress with a flared skirt, then did my makeup to match the star Fred had hinted I resembled. A bit of accessorizing and I joined her back out in the main room. Fred's jaw nearly bounced off the floor. "Holy shit dude! Er, I mean... You look amazing!" she finished, with a stammer. I blushed, then winked at her and said in my most sexy feminine voice, practiced hours on end to empty rooms "I know!." Fred started laughing, but also looked really flushed in the face as well. A short time of sitting on the couch later, I asked "So, what do I call you anyways. You don't look like a Fred right now." Fred pondered that for a minute, before deciding. "How about Anne?" she replied. I smiled, and said, "Nice to meet you Anne!" Inevitably, as had been our habit now, we started watching more porn. I also took the time to introduce Anne to some of my favorite fiction sites and whatnot. About an hour in I could tell Anne was getting really worked up, as she shifted around frequently during a particularly hot scene. God, she looked so sexy! I had an idea, one that I wasn't sure I should have. This was my best friend for crying out loud, and a guy! But she didn't look that part right now, and my own lust overrode my caution. I asked, more calmly than I felt, if maybe she wanted a hand with what was troubling her. I rested my newly manicured hand on her thigh and looked into her eyes. I had never noticed they were a pretty shade of blue before. After a minute, Anne nodded. I smiled, and whispered that if she felt uncomfortable to let me know and I would stop. I kissed her on the cheek, which caused her to turn even more flushed with excitement, as I worked my hand under her skirt waistband, and slowly pulled out her very hard penis. I could smell the precum in the air. I started to give her a handjob, as only someone who has owned a penis can give to another one. The sight of my nails on her penis gave me a thrill, but were having an effect on Anne as well. I started stroking slowly up and down, making sure to run my nail slowly over her urethra, running my finger around her circumcised head right at the ring behind the tip. I worked up and down, taking my time. She was so wet; lubrication was not an issue as precum continued to pour out in clear rivulets. Anne softly moaned as I worked. She whispered "oh god, it's been so long!" I later found out Kelly had not been kind to him in the sex department for quite a few months as she ran her train. I continued my efforts, varying my rhythm, speed and pressure as I worked her steadily towards climax, hoping to sync up with the video she was still raptly watching. Eventually, she erupted, coating her new blouse with her own seed. Locking eyes with Anne, I lazily dragged a finger through her cum and licked it off of my nail. I said, "Mmmmmhhh" as I licked my lips. Anne very nearly came again right then. She said, "That was amazing, thank you!" and kissed me on the lips gently, hesitantly. I slipped her a hint of tongue. We made out just a little for a few minutes, before Anne decided she needed to wipe off her top before it stained. I teasingly called her a girly girl for being so worried about her outfit. A little while later she was back, but still flushed with excitement. She was trembling as she sat down next to me, and laid her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head, and asked her if she was having fun. She nodded and whispered "yes." I whispered back that I could fall head over heels in love with someone that looked as hot as her. She shivered. That night, instead of switching to other more mainstream entertainment, we considered to watch porn. Anne and I felt much more comfortable around one another now, and our hands were regularly under our skirts. After a while I noticed that Anne was beginning to get restless again as the tent in her skirt crotch grew again. More confident now, I looked her square in the eye, and asked "Have you ever had a blow job from a transgender lady before?" Anne's eyes got big as a dinner plate as she shook her head slowly. Feeling frisky, I got down on my knees on the soft carpet in front of the couch, and lifted up her skirt as I pulled down her panties and pantyhose to expose the lovely rod within. Anne was definitely on the large side, probably a good 7 inches or so in length. I started to lick the underside. She gasped, and noted 'You have a tongue stud!" I grinned, and looked up into her eyes, and said a sloppy "Yup!" my mouth full. I normally wore a flesh-colored stud, since I wasn't ready to stand out quite that much yet. I put it to good use. I licked all around the head of her penis. I could taste the precum as it flowed down in a steady trickle. I put my hours of research and practice on my own dildo collection to use as I tried to imagine what would feel best on my own penis. I had only experienced Oral sex with a few of my previous girlfriends at this point, so I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but Anne seemed to really like it. I varied my pressure; I licked and blew gently. I found I was not quite ready for deep throating, but I was able to use the old cheek pocket trick I saw on the internet to get some more apparent depth, and I slowly blew Anne's mind. Quietly in the back of my head, a tiny part of me wondered at all the lines I was crossing, but it was drowned out under all the emotions I was feeling. I quickened my pace, concentrating on the head and urethra, and I was soon rewarded with a nice strong string of semen as Anne shouted that she was about to cum. I tried to swallow all of it. I found that I really enjoyed the sweet, yet salty and slightly astringent taste. It was very different than my own, and much different than the small sample I had tried earlier. I quickly cleaned Anne up, then kissed her on the cheek. She surprised me by turning into the kiss and sticking her own tongue down my throat. The taste of her own seed was a bit of a surprise I gathered, as she hadn't considered that part. She paused the kiss briefly in surprise, but then decided to continue. We began to make out, and stayed that way for quite some time. Finally, it was time to head to bed. I figured I had pushed boundaries enough for one night, so I walked her to her room, kissed her once on the lips again, and said that I had lots of fun. I pointed to a stash of makeup remover I had left on her nightstand, and told her that I would need to head to work early the next morning, but I would be home early with some takeout after I got home from work. She smiled, and nodded. I figured I would see Fred in the morning, Anne an occasional appearance when he wanted to relax, or get excited. or both. I headed to my own bed, and furiously masturbated for a good hour before I finally fell asleep. The next morning, I dressed up for work. I had been wearing mostly standard issue IT guy clothes, slowly adding feminine elements as the weeks since my first hormone doses, but this morning I decided to continue my string of just going for it, and went in a nice business pencil skirt and conservative top, with as close to a professional look for makeup as I could come up with from observation. My boss and co- worker loved the new look, and I was quickly bribed with the promise of a cookie into getting a security badge with my updated look. It WAS a good cookie, I will admit. Work was rather slow, as it often was in a small IT office, and I soon found myself heading back home, some teriyaki stir fry in hand. As I walked in the front door, I was curious to see that it was Anne, and not Fred that greeted me. Anne had obviously been trying out some makeup looks, and seemed to be getting the hang of it. I noticed that she was wearing different female clothing than I had supplied her. Obviously, an adventure had occurred. As we ate dinner, Anne filled me in on her thrift shop adventure. Still wearing the clothes from last night and touched up, but slightly toned-down makeup, she had ventured out in her car to go pick up a few things. It seems she wanted to surprise me. I definitely was that! I asked her if Anne was here to stay with us for a while, and she considered a bit, then nodded. "I just like how I feel like this for some reason. I don't have to worry about Kelly and what a total bitchy slut she is, I get to feel and not feel bad for doing so, and of course, you are pretty amazing too Rhianne!" She grinned that sexy grin and looked down at the floor as she waggled her foot around nervously like a pitcher standing on a mound, then looked up. "I... I think I might like to stay like this for quite a while, and maybe even go further." She finished, with a shrug. I hugged her tight and squeeled! After dinner, I walked over to the medicine cabinet and made a decision. I brought her back a pill and a glass of water. I held the pill up so she could see it, and said, "This is estrogen. Estradiol to be exact. You'll need your own prescription to go on it full time if you decide to do so, but if you like, you can try it tonight to feel what it feels like to run on female emotions and brainwaves for a night." I handed the pill to her, and went over the possible side effects and what things might happen, what would happen if she took them long term. She grinned at me, shrugged, then stuck the pill under her tongue to dissolve like I showed her. We fell into our usual pattern of watching dirty movies again. After a time, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Anne was getting really turned on by one of the blowjob scenes, and kept glancing at my skirt. After a while, she screwed up her resolve, and asked "Rhianne, can I try that on you?" The sheepish sexy grin. how could I say no? Anne had certainly seen other penii, including my own in the locker room before, but she hadn't seen mine since certain revelations about myself and my gender caused me to rethink my adornment policies, so her eyes widened considerably, as she reached in and pulled out my good-sized cock and spied the large beaded ring going through the bottom of my head. She poked it with a nail. I shivered, and said, "It's called a Prince Albert, or PA piercing. It feels really good. You'd like it too if you ever get fucked by one." She blushed a particular shade of crimson, and started emulating what I had done on her the day before. My mind fuzzed a bit as the feelings started to overwhelm my senses. She was by no means practiced, but her mouth was warm and moist, and her tongue seemed to really enjoy playing with the large 10ga ring, flipping it back and forth in its hole as she went to town. She started slow, and seemed surprised that precum had a taste. "it's soo good!" she said, through her mouthful. Anne was soon quickly moving up and down my rock hard, throbbing shaft as she tried every trick she could think of. I felt her silky gloss covered lips ride up and down, each motion sending waves of pleasure to the tip of my spine. In a very short time, she had me very near the edge. I called out "Oh god, Anne, that's so good, I'm about to Cum!." Seconds later I began to erupt like a newborn oil well. Anne had backed off at my warning, as a geyser shot out. She quickly got curios though, and began cleaning my penis with her tongue. I whimpered in pleasure as her rough tongue cleaned my still hypersensitive head of milky fluid. She licked her lips, and declared "Yummy!" I kissed her full on the mouth, and we cuddled for the first time. After a while, she mentioned casually, "So, I uh, really liked doing that. But I noticed something else when I was down there. Why do you have a jewel sticking out of your butt?" she asked. I grinned at her, and stood up and said, "Wait here for a minute." I headed back to my bedroom to retrieve a present for Anne. When I returned, I handed her a shiny metal object, shaped vaguely like a pointed plum, with a round flared handle set in the top. A purple jewel was set in that handle, twin to the blue one in my own butt plug. I handed her a bottle of lubricant to go with it, then flipped up my skirt and pulled down my panties to give her a better look. I had her watch as I slowly pulled my own significantly larger plug out of my ass, with a wet sounding "pop." I set it on the coffee table. Anne marveled at the size of what was up there and the gaping hole it left for the moment, though it wasn't really all that big of a plug. I asked her if she would like to try her own new toy, and then maybe try sticking her penis up my ass if she wasn't busy? Anne grinned at me, and said that she could probably reschedule her pressing appointment to twiddle her thumbs. I lubed up the shiny new toy, and showed her how to slide the tip gently in to her anus. I showed her how it felt best to go slow, and let the muscles expand. After a short time, there was a sharp happy gasp from her as the bulb of the plug slipped home. I told her how wonderful it could feel if she clenched down on it with her Kegel muscles. She sat there, enjoying the sensation until I bent over, poured some lube down my rear hole, and wiggled my ass seductively at her. Apparently that worked, because she was soon standing behind me as I grasped my ankles, her cock pushing into me. I knew this was Anne's first time doing this to a guy, but definitely not the first time navigating an ass. I was pretty stretched out from my plug, so she was able to quickly and effectively fuck my brains out, with urgent fast strokes. I felt a thrill as her nailed hand lightly slapped my ass, my shorn testicles bouncing off her own as she thrust in and out in time. She warned me she was coming after what felt like a very short period of time, and suddenly I felt her warm jet of seed spray deep down my poop chute. I came shortly after, my own seed spraying on the coffee table in front of me like some sort of very odd milk-based art. I shivered in pleasure, as I had her help shove my own plug back up inside of me, trapping her cum inside my bum. We kissed and made out on the couch, Anne wiggling periodically as she got used to her plug. We fell asleep cuddled up together right there, silly grins on both our faces, my own penis pushing on her newbie plug as we dreamed happy dreams. The next 3 months flew by like a whirlwind. Anne did indeed decide to stay as a girl. She got a job as a barista at a local coffee shop that explicitly funded transition medical expenses, and soon we were making double appointments as we sought to further feminize ourselves. She quickly started her own hormones, and soon joined me in the ranks of French tip manicure wearers. I introduced her to the much-hated laser hair removal service, and we both decided to get our hair dyed some bright colors, blue for myself, purple for her. After a while, she wondered about my penis piercing, and maybe getting her ears pierced. I took her down to the shop I went to. Stephanie, the piercer was happy to book us for a walk-in appointment. She had a shock of pink hair, and pretty much everything one could have pierced was done on her. She was dressed in modern punk attire, with a short black leather skirt, mesh top over a severe leather corset, and ripped black mesh leggings over towering heels. She looked well practiced moving around in them. Stephanie's shop was new in the area, part of a chain expansion from somewhere up north of us, and it was clean and well lit, with a very good selection of piercing hardware to choose from. Anne sat down in the piercing station chair first Anne asked her for a PA piercing like mine, and some ear piercing. She also asked for a Tongue stud of her own, and some work on her nose. Stephanie happily agreed, and said, "PA piercings are my favorite!" as she flipped up her own small leather skirt to show us her extensively pierced, and apparently very much chastised cock. I had no idea! I held Anne's hand as her work was done. She gripped my own tightly as the large hollow needle went through the most sensitive portion of her penis, leaving a neat punched out hole just like a paper hole punch. Stephanie quickly slipped the large ring in place, and capped off the ends. The holes in both her nostrils, and her septum went quickly and effortlessly by comparison. She seemed surprised that the Tongue stud was almost painless. Next it was my turn. I asked Stephanie to stretch the ring in my PA up a bit larger, as well as my tongue stud. I also wanted to add more piercings. My very liberal IT shop had a very open dress code, and my own boss was nearly as much of a pincushion as Stephanie, so I knew getting additional work done was not going to be a problem. I had Stephanie add matching nostril and septum piercings to Anne's, then also add two rings on the corner of my lower lip. Some additional ear piercings soon followed, which Anne also decided to have done. I was soon sporting 3 small rings in each lobe, several rings on the outer edges of my ear, and a pair of two cute rings on the inner flap of my ear, that was apparently called a Daith. A lower lip stud called a Labaret completed the work for the day. Triumphant but sore, we thanked Stephanie and headed on our way. On the way home, and feeling a little naughty despite knowing that sex was off the menu for the next couple of weeks while we healed, I took Anne to her first visit to the adult toy shop. Inside we were like a kid in a candy store. We held hands as we walked up and down the aisles, marveling at the selection. The hot looking lady clerk grinned at us as we explored, answering questions as we went. We soon had a pair of matching larger butt plugs for Anne and myself, as well as an array of dildos and vibrators. We even picked up a matching pair of vibrating cock rings and a set of vibrating nipple clamps. I shivered at the thought of what those would do to our still tiny, yet growing breast buds. We paid, then took our new treasures home. Over the next few weeks as we healed, we slowly introduced them into our lovemaking. Anne in particular loved the feel of the larger plug. She had taken to anal sex on herself with great enthusiasm after experiencing her first prostate massage. We continued on in this manner for another couple of months, until the fateful day I received an official looking letter in the mail, saying I had been approved for my orchidectomy. Anne and I headed into the appointment, a nice-looking nurse with a nametag that read "Ginger" led us back to the exam room. I hopped up on the table as Ginger quickly injected numbing agent around my scrotum. We made small talk about how the procedure was going to go, and what to expect. Anne sat watching with rapt attention as two small incisions were made, and first one, then the other testicle was extracted. Ginger offered to let Anne snip through the last cord, but she was too nervous, and didn't want to risk harming me somehow. I kissed her on the cheek. As Ginger finished, Anne was flush with excitement, as was I. She asked Ginger how she could sign up for the same procedure. Ginger got a funny look on her face as she considered for a moment, then walked over to the exam room door and stepped out. She returned a few seconds later with a new tray of supplies, and locked the door behind her. She raised a conspirational finger sign for silence to her lips, and we both nodded as she proceeded to clean Anne's own scrotum, and then repeated the same process on her that I had just experienced. As she worked, Ginger spoke quietly and said, "I'm not really supposed to do this, but you are both so adorable and clearly far enough along that you will benefit, and the endo specialists forget to schedule the appointments half the time anyways. Just make sure you let them know you had it done at your next appointment and you'll be fine. Ginger quickly finished her work, and in no time, 4 sets of testicles floated around in a small pool of saline water. Mine were a bit larger than Anne's, but hers were more of a round shape compared to the bean shaped ones I had been sporting. We both got to poke at them with a nail before they headed away on their one-way trip to the medical waste disposal incinerator. We quickly adjusted to life as new eunuch shemales. We were able to get Viagra prescriptions, and we found that we were able to continue our sex life largely as normal for now, although not as much came out. Or breasts continued to grow, and we were able to arrange a package deal with a respectable surgeon to give us both implants and a bit of face feminization. Anne opted to have her lips plumped quite a bit more than mine, and requested very large breasts, which I was a fan of. I opted for a somewhat smaller 36C. We also both found our Adams apples had escaped, and a bit of vocal cord alteration had raised the pitch of our voices. It was pretty expensive, but I made good money as an IT tech, and it wasn't like I was going to be spending it on kids. After surgery you would have had a very difficult time telling we had ever been male without looking under our skirts. We healed up, and continued our journey. By this time, we had introduced strap ons into the mix, so we were both able to be plowed by increasingly large penislike objects. Anne in particular was found to be a size queen, and I deeply enjoyed watching her react as I thrust a fantasy recreation of a T-rex penis deep into her behind. Life was good. We decided to run away and get married. Neither of us was particularly interested in informing our previous small-town Iowa relatives or friends what we were up to these days, as they most definitely would not have taken it well. We exchanged vows in matching dresses in a small ceremony at the courthouse, two bemused people in line behind us acting as witnesses as we exchanged wedding rings. In addition to wedding bands, we had matching septum rings soldered shut on our cute noses, the tiny diamond dangling in the sunlight. We also got nipple rings. We fucked like newlywed rabbits for weeks on the memory. It was a great life, and we couldn't get enough of each other. Anne and I then discovered tattoos and permanent cosmetics. We started to look more and more exotic as we had our eyes and lips done, then started adding to our tattoo collections. Eventually we found ourselves mostly covered in intricate soft blackwork tattoos, aside from our faces and hands. Around this time, Anne decided to quit her job at the Coffee store, and went to work as an exotic dancer. I had mixed feelings about that, but she did get very nice tips from the selective clientele that wanted to see a transgender dancer, and the transformation it had on her legs and thighs made me seriously consider a career change of my own. Eventually, Anne made a surprise trip to Stephanie's Piercing shop, and acquired an intricate chastity device for her penis somewhere. She found that she very much enjoyed being fucked these days, and liked the rush she got from a hands-free orgasm. I myself continued on towards the final operation, and was soon scheduled to receive my very own designer vagina. Healing up from that was painful, but Anne was there to hold my hand every step of the way. I was eventually all healed, and I found that it worked very, very well. A quick trip to Stephanie's shop once more and I found myself with a series of Labia rings and a post through my neoclit sort of where my PA had been. It was all amazingly sensitive. We put my new equipment on a steady diet of dildos and the occasional she-cock when Anne was in the mood. One particularly special night, we were sitting on the couch, mostly naked, toying with each others ringed tits as we watched that very same video that had started it all. I looked over at Anne, and wondered aloud "What would have happened if you had never lost that WIFI password, I wonder?" Anne shivered, and hugged me closer. "Oh, I dunno. I guess I would have moved on somewhere eventually. You would probably still be sexy as hell, but likely sad and lonely without me here to fuck your brains out. I'd probably still be boring ol' Fred somewhere. Probably off flipping burgers somewhere. I'm glad I snooped that time, though I felt bad about it then, because I wouldn't be living this sex filled dream of a life with you otherwise!" She kissed me deeply. That kiss turned into a much more thorough tonsil examination, and we were soon rolling around on the floor, squirming like worms as we fucked. The next morning as I walked in to work, my boss tossed me a shrink wrapped packet of papers. "Yo, Rhianne, read that, meeting at 10. our company is merging with some sort medical company called Bressler Retro somethingorother. The higher ups are promising no layoffs, but that's all we know for now." It turns out the company was called Bressler Retrogenics, and they were a new industry specialist in growing cell cultures for use in repairing damaged organs, or fixing MS or the like. Apparently, our tiny firm had some patent they were looking to acquire, and it was easier to just buy us outright. All of us employees were paid a significant bonus, which was nice. The management involved in the takeover also asked to meet me specifically since I was out as a Transgender woman. It started out as the usual "we want to affirm and include and diversity good blah blah blah" meeting that I had been through before. I smiled and nodded politely and answered that I felt fine and happy working here. They then surprised me by asking if I would be willing to work with their experimental medical group, who were looking into ways to improve the quality of medical transition. It came with a very significant bonus and a massive salary increase, for probably much less work as I would be acting as kind of a captive audience for new ideas and concepts and how they might be received. I quickly agreed, but asked if my wife Anne could also be a member of their test group, as I gave them the broad background of our marriage. They thought that was a wonderful idea, and quickly agreed. Anne was thrilled to be included, and over the next couple of months we quickly helped them identify various needs within the transition community, and areas to focus one for both MTF and FTM transitions. They brought on additional members of our quasi-review board at my request, and we soon had one of the more inclusive research think tanks ever assembled. With our help, they were able to devise new treatments and methods to greatly improve sensation and appearance. They had the technology to extract an individual or cluster of cells, strip them of DNA markers that would cause rejection, reset them to an implantable state similar to a stem cell, then implant that component wherever it was needed or desired. What had started out as a humanitarian and scientific medical breakthrough to repair failing hearts and lungs, could now be used to greatly improve the lives of Trans individuals, as well as be safely and effectively used in a recreational manner by people looking to add to their sexual feeling and performance. The latter research they explained would be used to fund the entirety of the former, allowing for hundreds of thousands of people with previously untreatable, even fatal conditions to go on and live happy and productive lives, all for just giving sex positive people willing to enhance their pleasure exactly what they wanted, for a price. They then dropped a bombshell, and offered us all spots on the practical trials group. We would be paid another large bonus to allow the company to give us whatever modifications we could think of, all paid for and on company time. I practically had to pick my jaw up off the floor. Anne and I quickly began to think of ways we could improve ourselves and add pleasure. I knew that I definitely wanted to have additional nerve clusters and lubrication cells added to my newly created pussy, as well as densify the endings in my neoclit. We both also wanted to have fully female nipples with as much erogenous feeling in them as we could, but then we started to let our imaginations really run wild. Anne mentioned that she would really like to experience what a vagina felt, but in her rear passage. We started to consider how you could add lubrication and nerve clusters in there, maybe even additional linked prostate glands. What's the worst they could do, tell us it was impossible? We wondered if they could even maybe grow a clitoris, and implant it at the top of our anal passage. That got us thinking of what else we could do. Anne got the idea that maybe, we could add lubrication cells and nerve clusters from a vagina to the inside of our mouths and throats, maybe even the tongue. I shivered at the thought. You could have two outwardly normal sexy ladies walking down the street chewing bubble gum, and not even know they were having the time of their lives from the sensations they were feeling in their mouths. We considered other things, and definitely realized we didn't want to get too crazy, like who needed to have a vagina lining in their ear for example? I asked Anne if she wanted to have anything done with her penis, but she said she wasn't sure what she wanted there. She liked the idea of growing it and turning it into a very large clitoris, but she also liked the idea of having the operation like I had. But she was also torn because she really liked keeping it locked away too. I told her she had plenty of time to decide, and I would love her just as much regardless of what she decided. We presented our ideas to the medical team that had been assigned to work with us. We agreed to have the results and some anonymized pictures and testimonials made up for a sales catalogue, while they looked over what might be feasible. They came back and said that most of our ideas looked doable, and we quickly had a date scheduled for our final transformations. The processes we were going to undergo weren't particularly traumatic, but there were enough of them that they felt it was best to knock us out for the procedure. Anne and I drifted off to sleep side by side in the dual operating theater, as Bressler Retrogenics proceeded to upgrade our world. First, they implanted a pattern of nerve clusters and lubricating mucus glands in the vaginal walls of my constructed pussy using a specially designed inserted surgical probe. it looked roughly like a round hairbrush, needles jutting out menacingly in all directions as it did its work. They also were able to slot in a cloned vagina wall from a real female vagina, giving me additional depth and rigidity inside. They proceeded to both Anne and my own backside, and repeated the process with the surgical hairbrush robot, injecting nerve clusters and lubricating cells in a pattern very similar to what you would find in a real Vagina. They added labial cells to the inner muscular rings, and a tiny clitoris, looking almost like a small weirdly placed tail bud, was installed just above our asshole. They were able to install a series of microprostates in an array around our anus, opposite and side by side with our existing normal prostates, and then a second row further back. Anal sex was going to be mind blowing. But they didn't stop there. Labia cells were injected at strategic skin surface locations, around our shapely belly buttons, on our ear lobes, the tip of our noses, all invisible but highly sensate to touch. Our nipples were injected repeatedly with nerve clusters cloned from some particularly demonstrative breast porn starlet, and we soon had a pair of the most sensitive aureoles on the planet. Finally, they came to our face. Labia nerve clusters were again implanted in our eating lips, and inside a series of nerve cluster injections and even some lubrication glands were installed in our mouths and throats. Anne and I both thought that tasting vaginal fluids every time we got the least bit aroused would be a tremendous turn on, even if it meant that our possible careers as food critics would likely never be realized. The Bressler Retrogenics team also took the time to adjust our gag reflex to turn off if we were even slightly aroused, but operate in normal function during other activities like eating or whatnot. They also did some work on Anne's penis, but she wanted that to be a surprise for me. Outwardly, we looked as normal as two modified Trans ladies look, but inwardly, our world had been expanded. And rocked. Recovery time was very quick, and the implanted cells didn't do much right away. We were told it would take a couple of months for everything to settle in and find nerve endings to align and bond with. We were quickly discharged, and settled into our new lives. About a month and a half in, I began to notice that every time I thought about what had been done to myself or Anne, I noticed a faint, peculiar taste in my mouth that seemed very familiar. Anne noticed it too when she was kissing me, so it wasn't just my imagination. I finally asked her to show me what she had the technicians do to her penis, and she smiled and dropped her skirt to the floor. Up until that moment she had been very coy and hinting that I had to wait and see in a singsong voice as we healed. There, nestled between her legs, was a truly monstrous clit. There was no longer an opening for urine or semen, it no longer had a head, but it was instead the largest clitoris I had ever seen, easily as long as her penis had been before, but smooth and shiny without the skin cover of a penis shaft. She had a new clit hood that could cover it when it was not aroused. The tip was pierced with her former PA piercing still. Down below there was a tiny hole for urine, but she explained that I would have to wait and find out where Cum went when she came. I took that as a challenge, and took her new Clitpenis into my mouth. I found I was able to deep throat the whole thing, and the sensations I was feeling were absolutely incredible. I knew from putting on my lipstick earlier that my lips were much more sensitive to touch, but I had no idea! As I moved in and out, enjoying the feel of her smooth shaft, I felt my mouth growing wetter and wetter with a thick mucus that tasted like the finest pussy I had ever eaten! Anne was definitely enjoying the sensation as well, as she licked her own lips. Soon, she shuddered in orgasm, her clitpenis twitching. I looked puzzled, but nothing had came out. Anne quickly suggested that I fuck her inviting behind to resolve the mystery. I grabbed the strapon, and pulled her plug out with a pop. Immediately I could see where her mystery cum had gone. Her entire rear passage was absolutely dripping with it. That was all the incentive I needed, as I began to ream her out from behind with a large dildo strapped to my own waist. Anne's eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned and screamed in pleasure as the dildo began to hit the new additional prostate clusters. the entire passage grew progressively moister as Anne quickly came multiple times. After a brief rest, we traded places and she used her newly modified tongue to eat out my newly modified pussy. I nearly blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. Imagine the best orgasm of your life. Now double it. Now imagine that's just the sensation you feel from normal motion building to your real new orgasm. I was slightly worried it was going to cause a stroke. Anne used her by now expert technique, licking her tongue around in sworls and toying with my labia rings as she teased and tousled my much smaller lady sized clit. At one point she gasped as her nose touched my thigh, and the nerve cluster of labia tissue added in her nose made itself known. I was in heaven, reduced to mostly unintelligible speech and moans of pleasure. She continued to lap away at my moist treasure for what seemed like a blissful eternity, and then I came. Hard. The first wave that hit was intense and strong, almost as strong as my previous male orgasms in intensity, but much broader and deeper and longer lasting. Wave after wave of that continued as I came to Anne's insistent and persistent tongue. I set a world record for oral orgasms that day, one that we would quickly go on to break repeatedly in the years ahead, but at that moment, I couldn't fathom ever experiencing that much. My mind was literally blown. I found myself unable to talk for a few minutes after Anne finished, until my senses finally came back just in time to notice that Anne now had the strap on strapped to herself and was lining up with my as yet untested Ass upgrades. Many people will tell you that a properly done anal prostate orgasm is amazing, and feels like nothing else. This is true. An anal prostate orgasm with 6 or more prostates and a lining filled with vaginal lubricant producing cells and nerve clusters is a whole other experience. Anne Literally fucked me blind for a bit, as my brain struggled to process the sheer intensity of pleasure information it was receiving. My sight came back a short while after she finished. I haven't the words to describe how much of an amazing, and life changing wave of pleasure occurred when I finally came in my ass, my ass walls flushing with lubricant as I gushed from behind. I did kind of miss Anne's semen rushing in to my ass, warm and silky from her own orgasm, but I couldn't deny how hot her new plumbing arrangement was as well. We fucked all night long, sleep long forgotten as we explored our new sensations. We both took the week off and continued to explore until we were basically exhausted and dehydrated. Only then did we recover. Upon our next medical team follow up, Anne and I both just hugged the entire medical team for minutes, and whispered "thank you" quietly over and over. They were amazed to hear our descriptions of how successful the work had been. More than a few of the people on that team later ended up sporting their own similar internal mods based just off our review. But that's a story for another time. Anne and I were in heaven. The future was bright, and looking back years later I can definitely state that was the best decision we ever made. Now if you will excuse me, I have a giant clit to go unlock. The end