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The latex wrapped cutie with the red ball gag seemed to be having a great time on the screen. It was definitely having an effect on my wife Kelly. We sat on our comfy bed watching the unnamed porn starlet, tied up and chained to a bed, get absolutely railed by another lady wearing a large flexible toy attached to her own body. They both seemed to be very happy about the situation, as their happy in some cases muffled gasps proved. Kelly also seemed to be very much enjoying the display, one hand on her nipple, the other down under the covers somewhere exploring. I had my own arms round her, hugging her close to me. I kissed her head periodically as she watched, enraptured. I watched as well, occasional glances at the screen, but also watching my wife get clearly more and more turned on. It was interesting, from an aesthetic and different from the normal perspective, but it was also very different, and I was a little uncomfortable watching something that far outside our usual habits. Truth be told, most people would have considered it pretty tame, but most people would have considered me a bit of a bookish nerdy prude as well back then. Outside the bedroom you would normally find me wandering around in tan slacks and a button up shirt, complete with pocket protector and black rimmed engineer issue glasses. A close-cut hairline, fairly tall, maybe a bit on the heavy side, but certainly not what someone would look at and consider to be their ideal fantasy. For some reason I still didn't fully understand though, Kelly was really attached to me. It helped that we grew up together, and we did genuinely love each other, but she could have had her pick of any guy out there if she wanted. I knew I was a bit of a stick in the mud, certainly not a heavy draw to parties or the fast life. It wasn't that I didn't want to be more exciting partner for Kelly, it's just other things seemed to get in the way. I don't know why. I certainly cared for Kelly, and if you had dangled a "change somehow" button in front of me, I would have pressed it. But I couldn't have told you what was missing back then. You would know it if you saw it though. Those couples so much in love, caring and devoted to one another, passionate. At best I could emulate them, and it wasn't all bad. We had a good house, a good life. Kelley never wanted for anything materially at least, and back then I would have said that she was at least content, if not deliriously happy. Delirium is overrated anyways. Looking at Kelly always made me happy though, and that's what I focused on back then. Kelly would normally have been dressed in her typical fairly elaborate, often what one would consider sexy outfits. It came with the territory of running her own fancy dress shop. Wedding dresses, prom dresses, formalwear, you name it, Kelly probably had it somewhere in the back of the shop. She had a very cute, willowy sense of style, and tended to look like either end of the Fae spectrum depending on her mood. A willowy summer farie queen one day, Queen Maeve herself the next. She really enjoyed dressing up and makeup and everything that went with it. I thought she always looked stunningly cute, but I didn't really get the appeal of all the different outfits, especially since she looked stunning in all of them. She was fairly tall for a lady, with big baby blue eyes, naturally blond hair, and a very lovely figure. That lovely figured was currently beside me, getting more and more turned on by scenes that I found a bit intimidating. I was up until recently a new graduate mechanical engineer. I specialized in pneumatic sorting methods, and I had just finished designing a new recycling sorting plant module that was 80 times more efficient than anything ever attempted before. The sale of that design, the large check that came with it, and the 3 year non-compete agreement that came with it accounted both for the large ranch home we currently occupied, and why I was home and not working most days. We certainly weren't going to have to work for the next decade if we didn't want to at least. I tried helping out Kelly at the shop from time to time, and while I was great with helping her build new displays or improve operations, I was apparently hopeless when it came to any of the other tasks. Kelly would sometimes get exasperated with me when I tried to help her shelve things. I can still hear all the times she would say "Dan, can you really not tell the difference between a slip and a skirt by now???" Clearly, I could not. We both got along great most of the time, and we had our own interests and hobbies. But with me home so often these days, Kelly had expressed some interest in maybe spicing up our lovemaking a bit, both in frequency and by trying some new things. "What's the harm?" she had asked, with her trademark impish smile. "You might learn something you like, and if not, we know we don't need to try that again!" she had exclaimed. We had been undergoing this new research effort for a couple of weeks now, and though we both enjoyed the sex, it was clear that we also both had a few differences when it came to what we found erotic and sexy. I was actually starting to get a little worried that I wasn't going to be able to keep up with her. I was really trying, and she loved that I was, but secretly I worried that I might not be enough for her, though she never gave me any indication that might be the case. Our nights more often than not ended up with us cuddling instead of anything world shaking. I just wasn't good at spontaneity I guess. There was comfort in numbers and logic. Those I understood. Or at least I thought I did then. It's funny how things change sometimes. I looked up at the still playing screen, then with a shake of my head, I ignored the erotic display on the TV, and turned my attention to pleasing my wife, who responded eagerly. We soon had ourselves a very nice time as well. After we finished and cuddled for a while, Kelly turned to me, her fingers tracing idle circles around on my chest. "Honey, I was driving around yesterday over by the new shopping mall. Did you see there is a new clinic that opened up over there?" she asked. I nodded, not really sure where this was going. Kelly continued. "Well, I happened to notice that they have a new offering for some classes or something to help couples get more in touch with each other's needs. Their, uh, sexual needs, and how to better please one another. I know you have really been trying, and I love you for that, but I feel like maybe I haven't found things that you enjoy as well. Is that something you might consider going to with me?" She asked, her eyes big and sparkling as her smile lit up her face. I never could say no to her. I nodded again. "Sure dearest, make the appointment and let me know when to be there!" I replied, with a bit more enthusiasm than I probably felt. Kelly squealed and thanked me, kissing me into submission. Little did I suspect how much that simple decision was going to change our lives forever. We went on about our daily lives. I nearly finished my first ship in a bottle. Kelley's garden was starting to come together. I barely even remembered our upcoming appointment. I certainly didn't assign it any importance in my mind. Kelley on the other hand seemed to buzz with happy excitement about the whole thing. I found myself wondering why, but I was happy that she was happy. A few days later, we found ourselves driving out to the new mall. It was a nice scenic drive, down our own large driveway, and the few miles into town through tall forests and sunny vales. It was a nice temperate climate, not too warm, with lots of wildlife and mountains to look at. We rarely encountered our neighbors, as it was several acres to the nearest house. A short time after we departed, we pulled into the parking lot of the sleek modern clinic, the sign out front proclaiming the existence of simply "The Mindworks." Garish posters adorned the front windows, promising every type of mental improvement imaginable. I was a bit skeptical of it all, but Kelly was really, really excited. "Come on, we don't want to be late!" she implored, as she led me inside by the hand. The front desk was occupied by a receptionist with a stunning array of piercings in her face. Kelly looked entranced. I wasn't so sure about it. That and the pastel-colored hair, eh. I don't know. It was the closest I had to a strong opinion back then. At any rate, we were quickly checked into the system. There were medical history forms, Psychological history, questions about any adverse reactions to magnetic fields, the like. It took us probably a half hour to finish them all while we sat down in the lavish leather furniture equipped waiting room. A short time after we finished, a lab coat equipped technician came and got us. She introduced herself as "Sue" and led us into a very dramatically appointed back room. Inside glittery fabric lined walls with soft mood lighting and sci-fi looking wall art, there was a large couch with a big screen across the room on the wall. Above the couch was a pair of round, halo shaped grey oval rings on articulating arms. Sue gave us her well-practiced, yet sincere initial speal. "Hello, and welcome to the Mindworks, where we believe you should make up your own mind! This is a multi-stage process, and we like to get started with an initial baseline. The neural analyzers above you will slip down over your head, like a hat, then we will record some data from your brains while you watch this short introductory video. It's all painless. Are you ready to get started?" She asked, enthusiastic to begin. It was almost like a photographer eager to start her work to show off her camera gear. I helped Kelly seat the neural hat on her head, then placed my own on my head. We heard a faint hum from the background, and then the video began. "Welcome, seekers of enlightenment and self-improvement! I'm Professor Angie Braxton, and on your head is the Neural analyzer. This device of my own design was perfected by a group of MIT students, and is the culmination of over 2 decades of intense research. The main coil even now is reading your brainwaves, and comparing them to the locations we have identified over the long years of research, and then will display them on the screen in front of you in a graphical, plain English guide. You will be able to see everything for both yourself and your partner. Everything from enjoyment level from exercising, tastes, thoughts, opinions on a variety of topics and subjects, including your level of sexual compatibility. While that alone is a ground breaking achievement, we have gone one step further. The Neural Analyzer also has a write function." She paused to let that sink in. I was astounded, but somewhat skeptical. If it could do what they claimed... I resolved to wait and see. The video continued. "Using the write function, you and your partner can modify any of the setting levels present in your menu. We save a baseline so you can revert at any time. A series of powerful pinpoint magnets are able to quickly alter specific brain patterns as you desire. You can change them an infinite number of times, so you can change yourself as you see fit one day, and back again later! What fun! We also have strict ethical guidelines, so you or your partner won't be able to modify anything against your will, and there are no accessible settings that would cause you to go from a normal everyday citizen to a master bank robber or the like. It's all safe, effective, strictly confidential, and very near FDA approval for wider use. We hope you enjoy your experience today, and we know we will see you again soon!" The video ended. Kelly and I looked at each other with astonishment. We shrugged at each other and laughed. It did seem a bit hard to believe. Sue returned, and fiddled with the interface. She handed us each a simple interface board. with a mouse and a keyboard, as well as two large + or - buttons. She pressed a button, and the screen split into two windows, one showing Dan with a blue background, and one showing Kelly, with a pink background. She showed us how to navigate the various menus. There was a very intimidating amount of detailed information under all manner of subjects. I began exploring. Everything was laid out in categories. For example, under Food likes and Dislikes, I was able to see with eerie clarity a list of common foods and food types, with what looked to be an incredibly accurate depiction of my likes and dislikes, with blank spaces for things I had never tried before. It was amazing that the machine was able to determine that Pomegranates were one of my favorite foods of all, with a +10 rating, and my hatred of all things squash represented by a -7. Kelly was navigating her menu as well. Sue showed us how we could sync the displays so we were both looking at the same section, and that if we wanted to make any changes, we just needed to press the large + or - button with the selection highlighted. The change would occur nearly instantly. She demonstrated by showing us an odd stylized piece of art. A few seconds later the displays showed an entry for "Test art object #2" with a +5 rating. She had us both change that to a -5. we both very almost instantly felt revulsion at the now grotesque art piece until Sue hid it and brought it back out a few times. She had us set the setting back to 5 for it, which instantly relieved the feelings we were feeling when she showed the thing to us. I was amazed. The technology worked! Sue then gave a little closing speech, showed us a few things we had questions about with the interface then excused herself, noting that she would be back if we called for her or when our session time was up. Kelly and I were amazed, and started to go through the menus. We both decided to start small, and do something overall healthy like up our enjoyment of exercise and healthy dieting. It was kind of subtle, but we both felt like maybe going for a walk or a run later, something that rarely happened before. We made a few other changes here or there in the less imposing menus. I was able to lower my fear of spiders a notch, Kelly was able to increase her appreciation of the color orange, which she secretly struggled with while running the dress shop. It was interesting and amusing to see what we both liked and disliked about mundane things, though the menu certainly had limits to what it could convey. It would show you that you liked or disliked a specific well-known thing, but wouldn't show anything about your intense dislike of a particular rare brand of knock off micrometer tool that the programmers had never heard of. They had narrowed the focus to things that were of interest to the viewers, and I could see the menus shifting as my interest shifted as well. There was a section for muscle memories. They couldn't turn you into a master golfer, but they could give you the feeling of holding a club perfectly in your hands. We both took advantage of a few things in that area. I had a feeling we would be returning to that section later though. We worked our way down towards the emotional state section. It was here we started to see interesting contrasts between us. Kelly was actually less confident than me overall, but much more adventurous. I looked over at her with a smile, and she grinned at me and shrugged that revelation off. We were both very caring people. I tended to be more cold and calculating in situations. We decided to make a few changes here, increasing the levels of what we felt were positive traits, and I lowered the importance of own calculating and analytical side a bit as I raised my desire for adventure. I felt the shift as the machine whirred, but I still felt overall the same. There were plenty of other things to look at in there, but a sub heading caught Kelly's eyes. "Sex and sexuality and Gender settings" We looked at each other, wide eyed, then simultaneously pressed the menu open. We watched in awe as the machine displayed our sexuality wide open for us both to see together. The results were not surprising, but also not what I was expecting. It showed that I was approximately 70% on the male spectrum, and Kelly was approximately 70% on the female section. The helpful pop out dialog showed that was about the normal range for the system. It also showed that I was nearly 100% heterosexual. Kelly... wasn't. She smiled a shy smile at me, and shrugged. "I like both!" she replied with a wink. Huh, you learn something new every day. We expanded and explored the other sections within sexuality and gender as well. it was very eye opening, and I think we both learned a lot from just seeing that so clearly laid out. We found our way further down, and inside was a listing of a huge amount of sexual turn ons, kinks, fetishes and other details. You could stay at the upper levels, or get as deep and nuanced as you wanted. Were you deeply aroused by purple left shoes on a Tuesday in May? You could find out! For the most part we kept to the general categories for this trip. The program dialog informed us they were sorted by popularity, from top to bottom. What was immediately apparent was that Kelly was at least mildly interested, sometimes much more, in a great many of them, and I wasn't. I was a little saddened by how far apart we truly were. Kelly gripped my hand and said "Hey, it's ok! I love you for you, not for your kinks!" I smiled at her, and replied "Yeah, but while we're in here under the hood, maybe we can try out a few changes and see if we like them?" She squeezed my hand, and started to move her cursor over to lower some of the settings. I stopped her. I was blushing. "Er, I was thinking maybe the opposite way. Maybe we raise some of mine to match?" I stammered. She gasped, then looked at me, her eyes shining. She smiled and agreed. "But only ones you think you might enjoy!" she admonished me with a mock stern tone. I nodded contritely. I looked at her menu and my own. and I set about changing my own mind. I never would have done it without the adventurous boost earlier, but here we were. Kelly looked on in awe as I ruthlessly adjusted myself. Sex appetite? Kelly was a 7. I was a 4. Not anymore, I pressed the plus 3 times. I looked at other categories that she had a particularly high interest in. Anal sex, giving and receiving? Up they went to 8. Bondage? 7 it is! Chastity? Not sure what that involved, but ok, 9 sounds just fine. Then we came to one that gave me pause. It read simply "Feminization". I looked at Kelly, and she turned beet read. She started to suggest that I move on to something else, mumbling excuses as she looked at the floor. But it was one of the ones that she had listed as a 10. I shrugged, kissed her hand, and then used her hand to press my own plus button from the zero up to a 10 as well. I instantly felt different, though I couldn't really tell you exactly how. That opened up a whole new menu section on my screen. They looked to be various levels of feminine likes and dislikes for things. I left those at the defaults for now. Once we were roughly on par from a sexual standpoint, we moved down to partner preferences. I was amazed to see the range of people types that Kelly found to be sexy. She was the one that was the perfect type for me on my side. I was a good fit for her as I was, but there were also a few female types that really ranked highly for her. There were options to incorporate those preferences into my own preferences. I looked at one that was listed simply as "alt" I wasn't really sure what that was, but it seemed that Kelly was really into that, so I added that one as well to my own display. Her eyes got really big as she looked at me. I shrugged, and said "It could be fun? it seems like a good adventure!" I felt somehow that would have been out of character for me before today, but I felt fine with it then. As one last change in there, I revisited the gender spectrum section. I changed it from the 70% male and moved it to 40% female. I figured I should start small. I also adjusted the slider to move me a bit towards the bisexual side of things. I figured that a three-way wasn't an impossibility for the future with our new adventurous state, so why not? This was all strangely liberating and a bit exciting. I noticed that Kelly had also made some changes to her own settings, that she kind of hid off the screen. She looked at me and winked again, with a raised eyebrow, but didn't show me the menus. We also revisited the muscle memory section. There were a few new categories for me, as well as ones we had both skipped before. We both added all of the categories relating to sex. I'd never been much for blow jobs before, but I knew that Kelley's mouth now knew how to give a penis the perfect one. The fact that my own mouth also knew that now didn't really register at the time, and if it had, it probably wouldn't have phased me by then. There was also a section for "feminine movements and unconscious behavior. I added those all to my brain as well We committed the changes. There was a deeper humming this time, and I swear my brain felt warm for a bit. We would have a bit of a headache later that night too, but it didn't last long at all. After that, we called for Sue. Sue handed us each a printout of our changes and a code to retrieve our backup settings later if we so desired. We headed back to the car. On the way out, I stopped to talk to the receptionist, as I cocked my head a bit to the side. "Hey, I love your look, where did you get your piercings done?" I asked, somewhat incredulous with myself that I was asking. The very cute receptionist blushed, then told me an address and a shop name. She told me to tell the piercer that Rory sent us. I noticed that her name tag read Vivian. Interesting. Once back in the car, Kelly practically pounced on me, hugging and kissing me with a squeal. "that was sooooo hot! Thank you for taking me there!" she exclaimed. I blushed and smiled a shy smile, as I brushed an imaginary hair back up over my ear. "My pleasure" I replied softly, as I blushed and worried the car floor with my shoe a bit. Kelly grinned, and said "Well, not yet, but soon! First things first though, can you stop by my shop?" she asked. I nodded and we were soon parked in front of the familiar shop labeled "Kelly's Dress Boutique". It was a bright and airy shop, built into an older brick store facade. Lots of windows and additional skylights gave it a nice naturally lit feeling. As she hopped out of the car and ran inside, she called behind her "Don't worry, I won't be but a minute!" She soon returned with a large black shopping bag. It seemed to be full. When she got back in the car, bag safely deposited in the trunk, I asked her a question that had been on my mind since we left the Mindworks. "So, uh, feminization. What exactly does that involve, now that I've effectively signed up for the program?" She pondered for a second, blushing as she thought. She answered slowly. "well, I like girls. Like, a lot. Before I was with you, I was mostly only into girls. But you were always my best friend from when we were younger, and I really enjoy being with you more than anything. But shortly after we got married, I ran across a story on the internet. About a woman and her husband. A story where she decided to see if he might like wearing panties. It was so delicious and hot. But you know, things like that didn't ever interest you before, and I didn't ever want to hurt you so I just kind of put that fantasy aside. But now..." She shivered with a smile. She looked over at me, as I drove. "I want to dress you up in your own panties. I want to see you in a cute dress. I want to teach you makeup, show you toys, and see you turn into a beautiful woman that maybe would like to play with a lady like me from time to time. I want to take things as far as you want to take them, but anything you want to try would be an amazing turn on for me, and I suspect now for you as well." She finished with a grin. It was my turn to shiver a bit. I felt my penis start to harden at the thoughts of the changes she had in mind for me, something that rarely happened to me. I started to blush. Kelly noticed, and snuck her hand over onto my lap, toying with my member through my pants as we drove home. She continued with her descriptions of what she might like very much to do to me, were I willing. "I would love to remove every bit of hair below your ears from your body, then introduce you to smooth skin lotions and perfume. I'd paint your toes your favorite color" "Purple" I interjected. She looked surprised, as was I a bit, then continued, her hand ever probing. "Once you got used to them, maybe long slender painted nails for your fingers. Something that you would have to wear all the time even when you were in guy mode." She trembled again, and clenched her legs a bit. "I'd help you get your ears pierced, and grow out your hair. Maybe other things pierced too. Definitely a tongue stud. Maybe even color your hair a bit. Then there were those toys I mentioned..." She trailed off as she quivered a bit again. "After that, we would have to see." She grabbed my free hand, and brought it over to her own lap. I surprised her by fingering the edge of her skirt, and moving my hand down inside her panties. This was definitely a first for me. We pulled into the driveway, as I fingered her clitoris. I wondered for the first time what she was feeling through her little pleasure nubbin. I wondered what my fingers would look like with nails. I kept at my suddenly expert level inspection of her wonderfully warm and wet pussy until she started to twitch and gasp, a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure. Finally, I relented. She sat there a minute longer, then kissed me, much more tongue involved than usual for us. I found I was really enjoying it. We got out of the car, she grabbed her bag, then led me inside by the hand, straight to the bedroom. Kelly sat me on the bed, and asked that I take off all of my clothes and close my eyes. I did so. I felt her slip some sort of stretchy sock like object over my feet, followed by what felt like a pair of underwear. The stretchy material was pulled up past my butt, along with the underwear. It seemed very tight, but silky. I felt her pull some sort of round object over my torso, it felt kind of like a stretchy belt. Some sort of silky shirt followed. She had me stand up and guided me towards the mirror. Then she had me open my eyes. I found I was wearing a silky shirt with a deep v neck and lacy arms. Below that a long flowing blue skirt. She lifted the front, and showed me the purple pair of panties resting over the sheer black nylons. As she lifted the skirt, my own still somewhat excited penis became fully erect. Kelly dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock there in front of the mirror as I admired my new look. I was entranced. I felt her head slowly begin to lick my rigid pole, moving ever deeper as she varied her pace and motion. It felt heavenly. I couldn't think for the life of me why I had always turned them down before. My knees soon started to tremble as I built towards an orgasm. I moaned and said "Kelly, I'm coming!". She redoubled her efforts, then buried my shaft far into her throat as I shot the strongest stream of cum of my life up until that point. We collapsed onto the bed, hugging and cuddling as she started to kiss me. I found I was eager to experience the taste of my own cum from her lips. We made out for what seemed like hours, until my penis was ready to go again. We made love like horny rabbits too long denied. It was late in the afternoon before we finally separated, exhausted. I looked at her, and just said, " I love this, I love you. Thank you!" She grinned and returned the sentiment. The next day, I was disappointed when she asked me to dress back into my old stuffy clothes. She shushed my objections, and said that we had a busy day today. This time she took the wheel as we headed into town. Our first stop was what looked like a tanning salon. She just took me by the hand, said "Do you trust me?" and lead me inside after I nodded. It turns out that the tanning salon had a side business doing laser hair removal. I was quickly stripped naked, and laid down on a massage style bed. To my surprise Kelly also stripped off her skirt and panties, and got onto another bed. the laser technician then first started on Kelly, quickly removing all of her pubic hair and armpit hair. She seemed a bit uncomfortable with the process, but it didn't look too bad. She had a bit of a sunburn when she was done. I figured I would be fine. Holy shit, was I ever wrong. My entire body was up for the process apparently, aside from my eyebrows and head hair. the technician started from my feet and worked up. The burning was not pleasant, and the less said about it the better. But I soon found myself completely hairless, without a beard and with no more sideburns ever again. We would have to repeat this process a few times over the next weeks, but I soon got used to a smooth hairless state. It definitely made sex more slippery! We then headed towards a hair salon. Kelly arranged for us to get matching pixie cuts, with a costume party as the excuse. They were able to give me a somewhat feminine haircut, and then dyed it deep lavender purple. Kelly opted for a light pink with blue tips. She also had the stylist pluck my eyebrows into a more feminine shape, much to my approval. I now kind of looked like a girl in guys clothing, except with no makeup and an Adams apple. There was a nail salon next door, and I knew what was next. We sat down in the salon, where the technician swiftly attached a series of acrylic ovoid shapes to my nails, painting my toes and fingers a matching purple with silver tips. it looked very pretty. I was bemused at how the thought of being pretty made me feel kind of warm and fuzzy inside, in a happy way. It was somewhat unnerving that my hands knew what to do as the nail technician worked, though this was my first time. We had one last stop on our day of adventure. You guessed it, the pastrami shop! Just kidding, it was the piercing shop. I soon found myself and Kelly both with multiple ear piercings, nose and septum piercings, and a tongue stud. I also found myself with a long rod-shaped piercing straight through my penis head from top to bottom. That latter one really hurt, and apparently sex involving a penis was going to be off the menu for a bit. I was a bit sad about that until Kelly winked at me and whispered "Don't worry, I have a surprise for you later." We headed home. Later turned out to be that evening. Kelly asked me if I wanted to try makeup to go with my new nails. I happily agreed, eager to see what I would look like. She sat me down in front of her makeup mirror, I guess our mirror now, and had me close my eyes as she went to work. The process took quite a while, and the scents and feelings of the beeswax-based cosmetics as they glided on stirred something in me. She sprayed a bit of perfume on my wrist, and showed me how to apply it, still with my eyes closed. I now smelled very nice, and like a girl, with a hint of jasmine and sandalwood with some sort of tropical fruit background. Kelly told me to open my eyes. I was stunned! Before me, there was almost no trace of the boring engineer I had been just one day before. I had ruddy pink cheeks and a cute, sexy kissable mouth outlined in lips matching my hair and nails. My wide black rimmed eyes were winged with pointed tips, and my lashes were long and dark. Shapely long eyebrows completed the look. I gasped and squealed like a girl. I hugged Kelly, and kissed her square on the lips. After we made out for a bit, she came up for air. "I'm glad I used the kiss proof lipstick. Looking good girlfriend!" She smiled a shy smile. "Hey, so, I can't keep calling you girl, or Dan. What should I call you?" she asked. I shrugged. It wasn't something I had ever given any thought. Suddenly, I had an idea. "You pick!" I insisted. She considered for a while. "Hmm, Danielle would be too obvious. How about... Lilly?" I thought for a minute, then I said "I love it!" and Lilly was born. Kelly soon dressed me in another outfit from the black bag of mystery, a black sexy teddy with lacy arms and a very short skirt, with matching crotchless panties. I didn't remember her having these at her dress shop. Then again, I had never really had an interest before, had I. I considered my past existence, and decided that I was kind of boring and stodgy before, and not someone I wanted to be anymore. Lilly was much more fun. Kelly finished dressing me up, then produced the next surprise. She pulled a small plum shaped object, with a flared base from out of some drawer. She handed it to me to inspect. It was made of smooth rubber, with an almost silky texture. it was much heavier than I would have guessed before she handed it to me. She secured a bottle of lubricant from a different drawer, then had me bend over on the bed. She bent down and spoke softly into my ear. "This is an anal plug, commonly known as a butt plug. May I put it in your cute bubble butt? she asked. I blushed at being called cute, and nodded, I whispered "yes, Please Kelly, put it in me!" She grinned, and did exactly that. I felt the bulb of the small plug slide in slowly. Kelly worked it in and out a little, pausing as she felt resistance, and slowly pushed it past my internal ring. I felt it slide home with a soft "pop". I trembled a bit. It felt so much better than I ever thought it would. Kelly sat down on the bed. "I don't know about you, but I am incredibly turned on now. But your penis is out of commission for a while. What ever shall we do?" she asked. I stuck my tongue out at her. Then I stuck my new tongue stud deep into her. It probably would have been better to wait a bit for the piercing to heal, but I was just so aroused that sense went out the window. We made out for quite a few minutes, then I moved down to her nipples. suckling on both expertly with pleasure. Kelly sighed and moaned. I moved my attention down lower, and found her lovely vagina. I started to slowly, teasingly lick the labia lips up one side and down the other, darting my tongue into the opening as I kneaded her luscious ass cheeks with my free hands. I worked my way up to her clitoris, suckling on it, licking, and teasing it with my tongue as well as the new tongue stud. I slipped my tongue up and down her moist warm slit like a fencer looking for an opening with a foil. My fingers slowly started working into her tight warm anus from behind as I worked to bring her to the ultimate oral experience of her life so far. This went on for minutes, until Kelly was near ready. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a large rubber dildo, and handed it to me. "Please, fuck me with this!" she begged. I happily obliged. I licked the large phallus, then lined it up with her love canal. She was so wet she wasn't going to need any lubrication as I slid the monster 12-inch dildo home. I noted it was significantly longer than my own slowly rising, but neglected for now penis. I began moving the dildo in and out, following her whispered instructions as I brought her ever closer to orgasm. Long strokes, short strokes. Straight in and out, swirled all about. varied tempos, slow at first, then faster and faster, with long even strokes I brought her to the brink, and then over. She shuddered and clenched, and I could feel the resistance on the fake member increase. I kept up my efforts, and was able to bring her to waves of orgasm. She sat on the bed, twitching her hips for minutes after I finally relented and left the dildo buried in her vagina up to the hilt. I moved back up level with her, and we made out like that, cuddling together as she released sigh after happy sigh. After what seemed like a blissful forever, she turned to me and said "that was amazing lover! as soon as that plug does its work and gets you a bit stretched out, I'll return the favor. We melted into a puddle of melded limbs and kissing as we fell into a deep satisfied sleep. It didn't seem even a little odd to either of us how much we had changed in just that one day, and even if it had, we were both just done with one of the best sexual experiences of our lives, the first of many, and so we were hooked. We repeated this pattern over the next weeks as my penis healed. She introduced me to larger and larger plugs, even taking to wearing them herself. My hair grew longer and more feminine, and I found myself deeply resenting having to wear any male clothes. We set about acquiring a fully feminine wardrobe for me, with all the accessories. Kelly taught me everything she could about makeup and feminine mannerisms and gestures. I read magazines and how to documents. We practiced a feminine voice for me. Life was becoming wonderful. Around this time, Kelly introduced me to another one of her toys, this time a large metal cage that clasped around my cock, securing it to my scrotum. I found the feeling of restrained sexuality to be a tremendous turn on, and I was soon happily exploring the thrill of the paradoxical sexual arousal denial as Kelly regularly pegged my warm inviting ass, as I returned the favor with ever larger strap ons or my own mouth or hands. I orgasmed, and Kelly let me out not infrequently, sometimes also locking herself up instead. I found myself sometimes shivering and wondering what it would be like to never have that cage removed from my penis ever again though. One night, about 6 months in, Kelly turned to me, and asked, 'Lilly, you seem happy like this. Happier than I have ever seen you. Have you ever considered maybe going ... further?" she asked, with a raised perfect eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?" I asked in return. "I was talking about maybe you becoming more of a woman, physically. Specifically, female hormones." she finished with a grin. I paused, seriously considering it for the first time. "what about kids? I always figured we might, you know, someday when we are ready." I asked. She considered, then said "well, we could store your sperm. That's part of the process anyways from what I have read." I nodded. I told her I would consider it. Inside my mind was doing cartwheels, as the thought of that change coursed through me. Of course, I said yes, and we soon had an appointment with a therapist specializing in gender transition. The therapist took one look at me, asked me a barely cursory set of questions, and then satisfied with my answers, handed me a referral to an endocrinologist. Curiously. Kelly had her own appointment that seemed to take even longer. She eventually returned from her own appointment with her own prescription bag. I raised my own perfectly manicured eyebrow at her, but she just winked at me and grinned again and said "later!" The hormones did swift work on me. I don't know if it was my mental state or genetics or what, but I found myself starting to grow hips and tits in record time. I was pleased when they appeared, but frustrated that they weren't getting bigger fast enough. I finally got Kelley to share with me what she had in mind as well. It turns out that she got really aroused at the thought of being in a relationship with someone like me who was being feminized, but then she had a thought; "What if everyone thought that she was the one being feminized and I was the genetic girl?". It was weird, it was kinky, but it stuck with her, and so she was going to turn her clitoris into a small penis via hormones! I thought that was so hot! She eventually had plans to get a little bit of surgery, just enough to look more like a MTF transsexual than the genetic woman she very clearly was now, maybe around the same time I had some surgery myself. I found it ever increasingly arousing to suckle on her little penis, which seemed to give her very sharp and intense feelings of orgasm. She in turn delighted in suckling on my new growing nipples. The feelings of exquisite electricity coursing down to my crotch was very nice indeed. I found myself slowly experiencing a different kind of orgasm, one perhaps a bit less intense initially than I was used to, but ones that would last in waves of pleasure for much longer than my old style male ones. Kelly found that she could prolong my pleasure for minutes at a time with the right use of her tongue. As my breasts and nipples grew in, and Kelly's new penisclit started to get larger, we found our piercing muses were getting after us again. Kelly added essentially a PA like piercing for her now very large clit, and we both added large nipple piercings. I had my own penis piercing stretched to a very large gauge, and added several new lip and cheek piercings. We also discovered tattoos at this point. We decided to both go with matching tribal work themed like cat stripes, working from our legs and back up ever closer to our necks and hands. the main variations were the colors, me with my purple and Kelly staying with her pink and blue mix. Anyone looking at us now would see a pair of 20 something ladies, both heavily modified and tattooed, with colorful and exotic haircuts in equally exotic dress and footwear. I doubt many people would even recognize us by that point. They would have been hard pressed to see us anyways, as we were spending so much time in bed with one another, lost in each other's eyes and bodies. I don't know if it was the mental changes, or the side effects of our other changes, but we were both insatiable. We started exploring our chastity and bondage kinks further. I found I was very happy reducing my penis-based orgasms, and turning myself into Kelly's soft submissive bottom. Kelly found that she enjoyed being tied up, but she enjoyed doing the tying even more. We soon had a large collection of bondage toys. Her favorite, and later mine, was a neck collar with chain rings on the back, where one could attach leashes, or arms. We started training me to bring my arms up behind my back. Kelly also got me a very severe corset. I started spending much more time than not with my arms unavailable. It got to the point where we started making modifications to the house to make it easier for me to move around with my arms trussed up. We added hands free bidets in all bathrooms, all the doors were changed to styles that could be opened just by my hips or ass. Kelly and I both got permanent, very exotic makeup so that I wouldn't have to do anything to get ready. Kelly was always up for making me up or grooming me though. She really enjoys things like that. My food became simpler. things I could pick up with my mouth or drink through a straw. This latter helped me also lose even more weight. Coupled with the corset, that gave me a fairly feminine figure as it was, but we wanted more. We did indeed get surgery done. I wanted much larger breasts and hips and a more feminine face and no Adams apple. Kelly went the opposite route, adding subtle masculization of her face and a tiny Adams apple. She still looked very much like her cute and sexy as hell self, but there was something if you didn't know that made her look just a little... other. We also had our vocal cords adjusted. Mine raised in timbre a bit; Kelly's lowered just a little. it gave her a sultry, seductive voice, while I sounded a lot more like the lady I now was. We were essentially complete. Both of us had reached new sexual heights of being. We were both such a turn on for ourselves and each other. our horizons in life had been expanded in every respect. Kelly had always been a bit more of the aggressor in sex even after our initial transformation, but we soon found that her new clitpenis was essentially insatiable. I by contrast became more and more submissive. We started getting active in the fetish community, and exploring BSDM and bondage and fetish parties. Kelly definitely enjoyed keeping me tied up whenever the situation allowed for it. and I soon found myself spending practically all of the time with my arms tied behind my back. I found I was able to maintain a reverse prayer position behind me pretty much indefinitely after a few months. The arousing frustration of being unable to interact with myself with my hands sexually was very powerful, and I found I missed it sometimes when she infrequently let me out. But it was also such a turn on to make love to my wife without them. It never failed to get a rise out of her tiny, now surgically enhanced mini cock. I would drop to my knees at the slightest opportunity. My lack of penis orgasms and inability to even touch my nipples always had me teasingly aroused and up for pretty much anything. I would use my lips and mouth to slowly, expertly bring down her panties and pantyhose, the occasional garter belt, and expose her moist treasure. I would start by lapping at the head of her cute little penisclit, making it start to engorge with blood. I could feel the warm heat of her flowing into it as she would start to twitch and squirm. I would then run my tongue up and down her labia, lapping up the silky moist wetness that would start to flow. My own penis would begin to strain against its metal prison, and the large ass plugs I nearly constantly wore anymore would make themselves known as I worked. Kelly loved helping me insert and remove those plugs as needed. I pictured the feeling of the largest of them pulling deep from within me with a sucking plop as I increased my efforts on Kelly. She was in heaven, lying back on the bed, gasping happy gasps and moaning "oh, Lilly, you have such a wonderful mouth! Don't stop!". I found I could eat her out for as long as I wanted to, teasing and titillating her with my mouth, denying or granting her orgasm on my whim. I alternated from her pussy to her wonderful nipples, letting my tongue piercings clink along their heavy rings, twin to my own. After an orgasm, I would lap up all of her sweet wetness, and we would share it in a passionate kiss. It is a strange feeling being made out with while your back crushes your own arms. Kelly would then flip me over, and as the mood took her either wear a strap on and ravish me from behind, or occasionally strap it onto me and have me take her for a ride. It took quite a lot of skill for me to be able to fuck her with two hands tied behind my back, but we managed. We were in heaven. Me teased and denied, her sexed and sated. It was quite a life. Finally, one night, we decided to make my chastity and submission a bit more permanent. We set up a scene at the local fetish club. I was tied up, naked to a simple overhead post, legs splayed apart on a frame, my now slightly famous bound arms tied above. A surgical tray of instruments was wheeled in. I felt Kelly enter behind me, dressed in a slick black vinyl and leather suit. She selected a large black penis gag from the tray, then guided it down my throat after I paused to kiss and lick the tip. The straps were secured behind my head. There would be no safewords used tonight. I shivered as she dropped to her knees in front of all of the assembled people, and removed my chastity device for the last time. She kissed the head of my slightly hormone shrunken penis, as my own arousal and a bit of Viagra brought me to a raging erection. She took my pulsing member into her mouth, slowly licking it and sucking as she worked her head in and out. She was an expert at this, bringing me to the brink, holding me there, then using quick pressure from her lips to back me back off the edge so she could play more with my throbbing rod. I could feel her tongue scrape up and down my most sensate parts, which would soon be locked away forever behind a metal shield. Along with other important changes. I was powerless to do anything other than enjoy the ride as she varied her speed and friction, wetting her lips as she worked up and down my shaft. Her teeth dragged here and there, as her tongue rolled around my urethra. I was very near, but unable to say anything with the gag in my mouth, and I erupted down her throat with a shudder. My last time from oral. Ropes of milky white cum shot out, and Kelly moaned happily as I coated her mouth and face, and then her ample breasts with my seed. The white against the black of her outfit a shock to the senses. She stood up and nodded. and I felt an unseen presence behind me as a very large penis attached to a very anonymous man in a full latex suit began to plow in and out of my until now virgin-ish ass. This was the first time I had a male penis in my butt, and I was still reeling from the sensations from the best blow job of my life as the largest rod I have ever felt started pressing into my backside. Slowly it pressed its way in. I could feel hot, unfamiliar breath on my neck and back as this mystery dick settled into my hindquarters. Then he began pulling in and out. I could feel the pulsing of a heartbeat as the urethra throbbed and twitched. I felt hands on my hips as he continued thrusting away with abandon. Long silky strokes in and out, slowly at first but building in heat and speed as his intense need took me. I felt his cock pressing against my prostate, each stroke bringing me once more towards an erection and an eruption. Soon this would be the only sexual release I would feel in life. Everything else would be intense frustration and arousal. I shivered as I clenched my Kegel muscles, and tried to roll my hips in time with his thrusts. I could feel I was close once more when I felt a massive eruption, like a warm firehose of liquid gushing deep inside me as he pulled out. I could feel the remnants of his load run down the inside of my shapely thighs as a large butt plug was placed firmly into my backside. I never did discover his identity, and Kelly wasn't sharing, she thought it was hot that it was a secret. It was time. First up, was my castration. A uniformed nurse in a white fetish latex outfit came out on stage, and assisted Kelly in dropping an elastration ring high up on my scrotum. I could feel it clench home with the force of a kick. I twitched, and my eyes watered in pain as 2 more green rubber rings followed. After a short time, and what I later was told was a pair of needles jabbed through my insensate scrotum and balls, a scalpel was used to cut open my scrotum, and extract first one, then the other testicle as Kelly swiftly cut the cord away. The nurse then cut away the sack. I was to be stitched up off stage. I looked down at the tray, and felt almost nothing for the tiny shriveled orbs sitting there, bobbing away in preservative fluid. Who would have thought they played such a role in my life before then? The last step was my new chastity. A smooth featureless tube with minimal openings for hygiene was slid back over my still raging hardon. a bit of ice was applied to shrink it a bit to fit, as a new high strength steel pin was threaded through my piercing. A small tig welder was then employed, along with a bunch of ice, to weld the pin solid with the chastity. Finally, a cover was slid over the entire assembly, rendering the pin cover inaccessible without generating a huge amount of heat. The lining of vibration absorbing foam meant that I was very unlikely to ever feel an orgasm from my penis once more. Just like I wanted. A new, permanently locking bondage collar was then installed on my neck, though the arm restraint openings were still unlockable, as we didn't want to risk atrophy. my arms are always secured to something whenever we let them out. I haven't touched anything other than my own hands or the back of my neck or hair for over 4 years now. Kelly takes good care of me, and ensures that I always have new sensations to try to make up for the ones now lost to me. She keeps me very well fucked. Adjusting to life without my balls wasn't too difficult, the hormones had already mostly shrunk them before then anyways. I have a neat little scar down below where my penis tube is now, smooth and sexy without any floppy bits in the way. It's nice because it makes it easier to clean the constantly leaking drips from my chastised penis. Kelly took me home afterwards, and nursed me back to health while my new scar healed over. The first time we made love she took her time, slowly and gently. She took my large chastity into her mouth, teasing my shaft just a little through the hygiene windows. My cock strained and twitched, aching for touch that would never, could never come. She took pity on me and switched to my nipples. She suckled first one, then the other, tugging on the massive rings that adorned them. I could feel the waves of pleasure head towards my chastised cock. the pressure of the cage was enough to prevent her from giving me an orgasm outright. Once she had me revved up and ready as I was going to get, she flipped me over, kissing the tips of my fingers in acknowledgement of their predicament, as she worked my large plug out, and replaced it with an even larger strap on dildo. This one vibrated as well. I felt the buzzing and bucking monster enter my behind, pushing and pulsing deeper into me as Kelly angled for best effect on my prostate. She paused to clip a pair of nipple clamps on my nipples as I sighed out in pleasure and a little pain. She then slowly increased her pace. Kelly had been working on her stamina, and she wanted to give me an experience to remember for my first time as the new me, so she kept adding additional lube as she worked ever faster, until my ass was a sea of lubricant and monster whale cock frothing away inside. I felt a pleasure wave building inside of me, as I bucked and clenched to meet it. And then she stopped. She repeated this process 6 more times, until I felt I was going to go mad. She finally relented and pushed home with a mighty thrust. I felt her large phallus press home against my prostate, and milky ropes shot out the tip of my chastity, the flow greatly enhanced in pressure by the large piercing through the urethra. I came in waves, for what felt like minutes. I hadn't noticed her sneakily slip a plate under me as I erupted, and she caught it all, offering it to me to lick up and savor. I found that my new cum was sweeter, somehow saltier. I liked it. I lapped it all up and played around with it in my mouth as we made out, our tongues and tongue studs playing in the milky froth as we explored and laughed and loved. We did that all day, and well into the night. Kelly and I have decided that we both want to bring more people into our relationship as the mood takes us. As long as we are both into it, why not? It was particularly fun seeking out and seducing a few of the unmarried engineers, both men and women, from my old firm and showing them the time of their life. I don't think any of them guessed who I once was by that point. Kelly also took to teaching advanced sexual education classes out of her dress shop, for which we were both particularly active teachers. We have developed quite a reputation in the area, that is for sure. Maybe you will see us around one of these days? look for a slightly masculine dominatrix leading an arm bound woman around on a leash, and you'll know what to do next. A few years after we started our journey, we both got curious and wanted to see how the Mindworks was doing. We drove by, to be greeted by a closed and shuttered shop, boarded up and abandoned. It looked like it had to have been that way for many years longer than our visit. No trace of the lush interior or high-tech equipment remained. The changes in us were undeniable though. It was certainly a mystery, and one that we never did figure out. It didn't really matter though, since we were both the happy, healthy, oversexed people of our dreams, and what more could you ask for than that? The end Author's note: This one was difficult for me to write, and I don't know why. My apologies if it seems rougher than some of my other offerings. The mental change technology is currently sci-fi, but frighteningly close to reality. Brain induction magnets are already being used to treat depression, and recent scientific breakthroughs have shown that it is possible to both alter thoughts and brain activity in the short term with magnetic fields, but also read certain thoughts and images from known mapped segments of the brain. I estimate that in 20 years, this won't be all that far-fetched. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed it! Kimmy