It's been four months since Michael and Jordon have started going together. They have been living together for 3 months. During this time there have been a lot of changes, besides moving in together. Jordon has discovered that he seems to be responding more to the estrogen than he expected. He now has B cup breasts and hasn't worn his breast forms for 2 months. He is concerned that he will get to be too big, as he didn't think that he wanted to be bigger than a C cup. He remembered that his mother was a C cup, as he had worn her bras when he was younger. Michael's parents have passed away. His mother had insisted on going for a walk outside one day in February when the sun was out. She slipped on some ice and fell breaking her left hip. She was hospitalized, but died from a major stroke before she could have surgery. His father passed away about 2 weeks later from a broken heart. He left a very large inheritance for Michael, as he was a very savvy investor when he was younger. Jordon had become an even more beautiful woman with the estrogen. She has gone to a laser treatment center and has had all of her body hair from below her ears down removed. She didn't miss having to shave any more. She was feeling the increased sexual drive that was making her more of a slut for Michael. But she was happy with how things were, and she didn't feel that she was a slut in inappropriate places.
Jordon walks into their house from the garage and yells for Michael. who is in the back room in his office. He calls back, "I'm back here."
She walks back and see's he is on a Skype meeting. "Oh. Sorry I didn't know." She steps out. and goes into the bedroom to change. The bedroom is across from the office and he can turn and watch her get undressed. Which he does. He mutes his microphone and as he sees her in just her bra and panties, gives her a little wolf whistle. She turns, and smiles blushingly, walks over and pushes the door partially closed. Then she says, "They can't see me can they."
"No. Their loss."
Jordon sticks her head out the partially closed door and sticks her tongue out at him and says," Yours too." She opens the door a little as she is walking away so he can see her butt in a cute thong walking away with it's cute little wiggle. She turns and winks at him, throwing to covers aside and crawls into bed. He can see her there, lying in bed looking at him, smiling, waiting for him. He realized that they were looking at him and waiting for him to give a response. He started to talk but had forgot to turn on his microphone. Soon every one else on the E-meeting was making comments and he thought that he could finish. Then he realized that his microphones was off. He un-muted himself and made his comments. But it seemed that he may have missed something as everyone else was leaving the meeting. It was Friday so he thought every one was leaving and going home or stopping working and calling it a day. He turned off his computer and went into the bedroom where Jordon had called him to come join her.
I had taken off my bra. My breasts were now big enough that I felt that I was a woman now. Before, I needed to wear a bra to help me feel like a woman. I didn't need the bra now to feel like a woman. Having boobs is a very nice affirmation that I am a woman. Michael joined me in bed. He had gotten undressed at the foot of the bed and I had enjoyed his little strip tease. (Which was entirely in my head) We were kissing and he was caressing my breasts. It did feel good to be touched there. I really liked how my nips responded to his touch. I could feel them getting hard and more erect, which only encouraged Michael to pay more attention to them. Not only in caressing them but taking them into his mouth. He could make me cum just from doing that. I always had to stop him and move him away from my nips. He caressed my ass a lot. He was always starting to put a hand down into my crotch, which I stopped. Sometime, but not yet. Sometimes he would have his hand in my crotch, and I felt him feel me. He grasped my little dickette, very briefly and then let go and started on my rosebud. Sometimes I yearned for him to continue, knowing that he wasn't going to finish what he started. I was close to making an issue of it a few times, but thought that with all the love that he showed for me other times that I could live without an occasional hand job. I decided to ask him, "Do you sometimes wish that I had a pussy ?" My legs were wrapped around him at the moment, he was about to enter my butthole. He stopped and then with out saying anything, he entered me. I didn't know what to think. Did I just spoil the moment. After he was in me. He stopped moving, and just leaned away and then asked me, "Would you rather me not fuck you in the ass, and do something different? I do like making love with you. Do you think that you would rather have a pussy and we fuck with that, instead? To me it doesn't make any difference. If we make love and I fuck you in the ass, or if I fuck you in your pussy if you had one, which you don't have. Yet? I know just that I love you and want to make love to you. You have orgasms when we do anal, right?"
"Yeah. I do. I really like them too. It's hard to explain. I've always wanted to be a girl. A complete girl. one with a pussy in her panties, so that my panties are flat. I'd love to not have to do a tuck any more. Though since I've started taking estrogen my dick has really shrunk, it almost feels like there is noting there at all. It's so small that I can't tuck anymore. It seems that it makes sense to make it into a pussy."
It was really unusual. We were having this conversation, with his cock still in my ass. He was moving in and out of me very slowly. It felt so nice. It was so intimate. Sometimes I felt like we didn't have to talk any more. I felt I knew him , that our minds had joined together.
"Can I get the bottom surgery. I know that it's expensive. Do you think that we can afford it?"
"Jordon. You know that I love you. Right? With all the money that my parents left us, I think we could afford for you to have that surgery. Where do they do that? We'd have to talk to your doctor to get a referral. Then we'd need to see about you getting some time off for recovery all that entails after surgery."
"You remember that I'm a nurse right? I can't help but look up things that I have questions about, and I've done that already. The only thing that makes me wonder is the dilation part. That just seems so weird. You have to do it daily and I think that they would like you to do it more than just once a day. I just have to laugh to myself when they give you these dilators and tell you that you have to fuck yourself 3 times a day. And then do that for a few weeks with the dildos getting progressively larger. And then still be able to walk. Hell I can barely move after we fuck. But I'll talk to Dr. Dakili Monday and ask him. See if he will give me a referral."
They continue to make love, but the quiet passion that was there, increased and came to a boiling point where they both ended up being spent. They took a brief nap and then went out for Italian.
Monday came around and Jordon made an appointment to see Dr Dakili, her endocrinologist. While there she had her blood tests, that showed that her testosterone level was down to zero, and her Estradiol level was in the high normal range. Dr. Dakili, called in his nurse and asked Jordon to disrobe and he would come back for an exam. While he was out he wanted his nurse to measure Jordon for seeing how she has increased since being on hormones.
When he stepped back in his nurse informed him that Jordon was now a 34 B. Dr. Dakili looks at me and says, " You really seem to be moving along ahead of schedule. Are you feeling okay?"
I say, " Yes I feel fine. I just don't want to get much bigger than I am. I could go up to a C cup, but I really don't want to be bigger than that.?
"Really ?. You don't want to get bigger than a C cup? Why? Well not that it matters, as there is no means of predicting how large a person's breast growth will go while taking estrogen. Though if your mother had large breasts, there is as good chance that you will too. Usually that is true. Are you having any pain in your breasts? You haven't noticed any lumps or anything. You also have to remember that as you now have breasts you'll have to start thinking of getting your self checked for breast cancer. But you have a few years before you have to worry about that. Any other questions or problems?"
"Yes, When can I get a vagina? My penis has shrunk to the point that it seems like there is nothing there any more. I want to be a complete girl. Not just from my waist up. Can you help me there?"
"I can certainly give you a referral to the center in the cities that does it, but most of the guidelines say that they would prefer that you have been on estrogen for at least a year. How long has it been? six or eight months?"
I almost start to laugh, and then say, " It's just been four or five months."
I looks at me somewhat astonished and says, "Really. It's only been that long. I really thought it had been a longer time from how your breasts have developed so much in such a short period of time. "
"So maybe that would be in my favor to have a vaginoplasty. It wouldn't hurt to at least talk to them about it and maybe get on the list for having it done. Worse case that could happen is that they tell me that I can't have it done. They aren't going to shoot me or any thing like that. "
He replies," That's true. If they require you to have a psych evaluation first, then there is time to get that done. You don't mind going down to the cities and spend a day or two. I'll put in the referral and then they should give you a call to schedule you for an appointment. You do know that it's usually done by two doctors right? A urologist and then a plastic surgeon."
"Yeah, I kind of thought that it would be a team. I thought a urologist and a gynecologist, But a plastic surgeon makes more sense. You do want it to be cute and nice to look at right?" I smiled at him and I think I embarrassed him.
But he smiled and said, "Yes you do want it to be cute." He paused for a minute and then said, "I will give you a referral to the gender clinic in the cities. It might take a few months before you can get an appointment and then It might be a few months before you get scheduled. I think during that time they will want you to see a psychologist to make sure that the surgery is the right thing for you. And then you have to remember that even after you have surgery that it will take a full year before you are fully recovered."
Well, the four months wait to get in to be see in the gender clinic in the cities went by slowly. But the weather had turned into a beautiful Minnesota summer. The drive there was enjoyable and they stated in a motel that was relatively close. So close that they could walk to the clinic. They arrived at the clinic 20 minutes early. They filled out all the required insurance forms. They waited and chatted with each other. There were a few other patients there waiting to be seen as well. Some looked like they had just started hormones in the last week some that looked like they haven't even tried to be the least bit girly. Then there was one or two that looked like they were cis. Finally Jordon's name was called and Michael followed Jordon who was following a nurse till they got to an exam room. The nurse looked at Michael and asked, " Who are you?"
Michael answered, " Hi. I'm Michael. I'm Jordon's boyfriend."
She asked," Are you putting her up to this? Are you making her go through this?"
Jordon interrupts, "No. He's not making me do anything. This is my idea and it's something that I've wanted most of my life. Michael has been very supportive of me on my journey and he's here today to help me through this. It's my decision to come here, not his."
Carol the nurse looks at them and smiles. " That is so nice to hear. We will get a couple in here once in a while where the guy is making his girl go through the surgery and then he'll dump her. Leaving her with a major change in her identity and with no support. To me it would be a living hell. You seem to really be in support of each other. The doctor will be in here in a minute. I'll have you get undressed and put on this gown. He will do an exam and then explain the procedure to you. You are Just getting the bottom surgery, right?"
"Yes, Just the vaginoplasty."
"Okay. Good I think that is complicated enough." She hands me a gown, "Here's a gown. Get completely undressed and put this on with the opening in the back. I'll come in here with her when she comes in to do the exam." She looks at Michael and asks, Are you going to stay here with Jordon or would he rather wait out in the waiting room?" Michael looks at me and asks, You want me here?"
I think for a minute and can imagine the exam and how embarrassing it can be for people that I have had to help when in the ER. I tell Michael that he can go wait in the waiting room and he can research where we will go for dinner tonight. He gets up and come bends down to give me a kiss before he walks out..
Carol walks out and I get undressed, hanging my clothes up on a hook. I couldn't remember the last time I was completely naked. I would usually wear a thong or panties if I had to get undressed. Just didn't like to have my little dick not covered. Even if my panties were sheer. I wrapped the gown around me and sat on the exam table. Sitting on the table was a little chilly. Wish they had a towel in here to at least sit on. I got up and looked in the cupboards. Found one. unfolded it and laid it on the table and sat on it. Much better.
Dr. Lawrence came into the room. She was an attractive woman, with long blonde hair and a pleasant appearance. She introduced herself, then explained why she did what she did. I wad surprised when she said that she was transgender. She was a surgeon and then came out and then had bottom surgery and then went into plastic surgery training to specialize in this surgery. She asked the usual questions and then said she would like to do an exam. She felt my neck and listened to my heart and lungs and then asked me to lye back. I laid back and she lifted the gown and did a breast exam on me.
"How long have you been on hormones?"
"About 6 months."
"Really. You have had a remarkable response to the estrogen. Your breasts seem to be fully developed. In fact, you probably will have some further development between now and when we can do surgery. I prefer to wait until you have been on hormones for a full year before we do a vaginoplasty. I think there is not a real scientific reason for it, To me sometimes I think that it's just so someone doesn't change their mind. If someone has taken hormones for a year, they would be less likely to change their mind about having the surgery, and they are more likely to be committed to becoming a women. Vaginoplasty is unique in that 91% of the people that have had it are happy that they had the surgery. I like to think that I do a pretty good job when I perform the surgery. Here let me see your bottom."
The nurse does some things with the exam table and Then I feel my legs being spread apart and my ankles put in some stirrups like when women have pelvic exams. She moves down and takes a seat on a stool between my legs. She move the drape so she can see my face.
She says, "I'm going to touch you now." and she take my shaft in her fingers and looks at all sides of it. She takes her other hand and using one finger to touch the underside of my shaft just below the head. She moves that finger back and forth and asks, "Is this area really sensitive for you?"
I reply, " Yes, some what."
"Tell me which area is most sensitive. Here or here?" Moving her finger just very slightly.
"I think the first place was the most sensitive, I said.
"Okay." She looks at the nurse and says, Make a note that it is area one."
I ask, "What's that for?"
"Oh just checking to see which area we will use to construct your clitoris. You do want the most sensitive area for that little button. Right?"
I smile, and say, "Yes please."
She lets go of my shaft and takes a hold of my scrotum. She stretched the skin out in a number of different ways. She then feels my testes and I can tell by the look on her face that she is concerned.
I ask, " Is there something wrong?"
"Well, Your testes are very small and I would think somewhat under-developed. But that happens when men have been on estrogen for some time. But you have been on it for just 6 months right?"
"Yes. Just since January."
"Well now you just have to wait for a few months and we then can make you a real girl then. But I don't foresee any problems when that time comes. I'll let my urology partner know and we'll make arrangements and you can contact us in December and we'll get you scheduled for sometime in January. Me may need a general surgeon in with us then as we might use a bit of you perinium. If we do that you may not need to use any lube when you have sex as it is self lubricating. Though it would not hurt you to use it. Thanks for coming in. I appreciate your confidence in the care that we can provide. I'll see you in January." And she walked out of the exam room. Will see you again sometime in January."
I said," Thank you. Yes in January."
Carol, the nurse, was still there. She looked at me and smiled. "So now we have a check list that we have to go over. These are things that you will have to do and then call me and then send a copy of the receipt that shows that you had it done. And it's really only the one thing that she is so strict over."
"What's that?" I ask.
"You will need to have laser hair removal of all your hair down there. It has to be done by a professional. and she wants to see the receipts. You will have to have at least two treatments before the surgery. If you could get three that would be even better."
"Why?"
"Laser treatment kills the hair follicles so they won't grow after that. One treatment usually doesn't get all the hair follicles and some are missed and will grow hair. Two treatments will get most of the follicles. Three for certain will get all of them."
"What's the big deal about hair? Wouldn't shaving like any other surgery do?"
"No. some of the skin that she will use will become internal and if the hair starts to grow it will create little pockets of hair that can become infected. and then ruin the surgery. a couple of people tried to do it themselves with a home device, but it isn't strong enough to get all of the hairs. So now she want patients to prove that they had it done professionally. We could call and make an appointment for you to have that done today while you are in town and then again in 2 months for a repeat and third in December."
"Okay. I guess I'll have to do it. I think Michael will be okay with it."
She made the appointment and it was in one hour. But the place was in a building that was right next door. So we could just walk over to it. We arrived and went to the reception desk to register. I went to sit down next to Michael who had already found a seat. We got to visit briefly when a technician called my name. I followed her and we ended up in a room that looked almost like a typical doctors exam room with the exception of a small machine on wheels that was parked next to the exam table or should I say procedure table. Sharon, the technician, told me to have a seat. I sat beside the small desk as she sat down and she asked my name and date of birth. She asked if I have had any previous laser skin treatments in the past. I told her about my home use device that I wasn't terrible impressed with. The results, though it did get some of the hair, but I thought that there hadn't been enough time to see if it was truly permanent. She went on to explain that this device was much more powerful then the home treatment devices. She said that the home devises were close to being painless, which wasn't the case with this device. Needless to say that made me a little concerned. She went on to explain that it might sting a bit but the pain was very short term. She asked when was the last time I shaved completely. I told her that I did that this morning, though I probably didn't do as great of a job as I should have. She went on to explain that the laser burned the hair follicle. That the burning caused the follicle to stop functioning and that would make it a permanent hair loss. The more hair that was in the region of the follicle the more there was to burn and the more heat that would be generated. The more heat generated the more it stings. She asked why I was having it done. I explained that I was going to undergo a vaginoplasty and that I needed to be hairless.
She stopped for a second and looked at me, then asked," You are transgender?"
I said, " Yes, "
"Oh, I guess I should have known that, when I see that the gender clinic made the appointment. But I would have never guess that you are transgender. Is that a friend that came in with you? "
"Yes, He's my boy friend. Right now we are living together. We've been together for the last 6 months. I don't know how much longer that will be. I'm really glad I'm with him. I don't think I would be doing this if it wasn't for him."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's like not having the courage to pursue your dream by your self, but when someone is by your side, you really start to believe in yourself and try to get to your dream. I've wanted to be a girl since I was a little. I would dress up and play, since I was 10. I've always wanted to be a girl. With Michael, he has been supportive of me pursuing this dream. He treats me like a woman, like the way that I want to be treated. He always makes sure that things are going the way that I want them to be. He doesn't push, but is supportive and lets me make the decisions."
She smiles at me and takes my hand and gives it a squeeze, "Wish my husband was that supportive. So should we get started.? You'll have to get undressed completely. Here's a robe, have a seat on the table when you get undressed. I'll step out for a minute and then return."
I got undressed and was sitting on the table when she returned. She had me lie on my stomach and she moved the gown up to where it was just barely covering my but.
"We'll start with the back of your legs and work our way up. When we get to your butt. Do you want your butt crack done?"
I chuckled to myself a little bit as I remember seeing someone state that one of the things he/she forget with their transition was butt crack hair. "Yes I don't want to have to contend with that. Sorry you have to deal with my butt."
She laughs, "Oh yours is a nice cute one. Some of the ones in here. Oh my. "
She put a jell on my legs and rubbed it in and then I could feel her using the device. every now and then I felt a little sting that made me jump a little bit and she said that once in a while she saw a hair that I had missed, and the laser burnt it out. It took her less time to do my legs then I suspected. She told me she was going to lift up my gown and expose my butt. I could feel the cold air, then she rubbed some more jell on my butt. It felt good in an odd way. Then I could feel her sliding the device on each of my cheeks. Then she said, she would have to have me lie on my side. I moved onto my side and then she asked me to grab one of my cheeks and spread my cheeks so that she could get the device Between them. Then I heard her say, "Oh dear, You've got some long hairs back here. This is really going to sting when I do them, Or if you would I could give you a quick shave and that would make it a lot less painful.
" I thought for a minute and said, "Could you give it a try and if I change my mind would you or rather could you shave me and then finish."
"It isn't that big of a deal to shave you first. If I don't you will get a lot of stinging in this very sensitive area. That will make you jump up and be tense so it will take much longer. Let me shave you first then I'll do the laser. I think it will take a shorter time then if I don't shave you and just do the laser treatment."
I finally consented and she went to get a basin and a razor and some soap. I can not describe how odd it felt to have someone lather up you bum and the use a razor on it. The warm soapy feeling and the gentle pulling and stretching of skin, with the occasional finger accidentally slipping into your rectum. After the shave she used the devise and burned all the hairs in my butt crack. then she had me rollover on my back and told me that she was going to put me in the stirrups. This was to get my leg far apart as she could. She said that most of the hair was gone from my shaving, but there were some that looked like they were under the skin. She didn't think that shaving was every going to get rid of them. She looked at me as said, "Those are going to sting when I burn them. Sorry, But you will look so cute down there after."
She then proceeded to burn all the hair in my groin region. I had gotten most of the hair off my scrotum, and dick, but I hadn't been able to get all of them. Again, she rubbed in a numbing agent and then started. I don't think that the numbing cream worked at first, as she kept going I would get an occasional surprise, but by the time she was half done I didn't think it was that bad. After my groin was done, she did my arm pits and then my chest and stomach and my back. She did my face and neck and then finish by doing my arms and hands. It was nice to have that done. She said I might have a mild degree of pain, like a mild sun burn, but nothing more serious than that. She told me to take some Tylenol for that. She left and I got dressed and went to the lobby to meet Michael. He had been waiting patiently for me.
He says, "You all done?"
"No. I have to come back in an hour and they are going to do it again." I said smiling at me.
He had a surprised look on his face till he saw that I was smiling at him. " No I'm done. I will have to come back in a few month for a repeat treatment. Which I will have to have again a few months after that."
"So it went okay?"
We had left the office and I had been given an appointment card for my next 2 visits and I told him about having to bet my butt hole shaved because I didn't do it before. and the sensation of having that done. He laughed a little till I looked at him and told him I'll do that to him when we get back home.
We got back to our home and spent the rest of the weekend recovering. Monday came around and was back to work as usual.
I spoke to Lorraine, supervisor, about taking some medical leave in about 6 months. She said that it was great that I was asking now, as it gave her time to be able to schedule things.
She said, " I know I don't have the right to ask what you are having done, but I think every one here kind of knows or at least they thinks they know. Do you think that you would mind telling them. I think every one here cares for you very much. I think when you first started here, I think that people really didn't know what to expect. You were really kind of out there in how you dressed and you seemed like you were trying to be super feminine. But in the last 6 months of so you have seemed to become some one else, someone that people are drawn to. I think that most of the people here would think of you as a friend. If you are going to take off for a month for medical leave, I think they would like to know that at least it isn't anything serious or a better way of phrasing that it's not life threatening. They are still concerned about you, but they would like to be involved with you."
"I don't know." I replied, "It's something that is really personal, and it will really change my life. It's kind of embarrassing to talk about. I'm going to have bottom surgery. There I said it."
She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. "Bottom surgery? What's that? Is that what I think it is?" Then a look of horror or fright comes over her face. " You're having sex change surgery?"
I looked at her and thought, "I never thought of it in that light." Then I said to her," Yes you could think of it as sex change surgery, but I think it is now called gender affirmation surgery. It's to make my body more like the gender that I feel that I am."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"I imagine it will for a few days after, but they will give me pain medications that will help control the pain. I don't think it will be any worse than having an appendix or having a baby, though I haven't experienced that."
It got time for our morning huddle, and Lorraine asked me if I wanted to speak.
"I'm really glad that I get to work with the best nurses in the world. But in a few months I'm going to have surgery and I will have to be off for a couple of months till I am fully recovered. Then I should be good to work till you ladies don't want me here any more." I paused for a little bit then some one asked " If I had cancer. Then asked, If I didn't what king of surgery was I going to have."
"No, I don't have cancer. I'm going t have bottom surgery."
" What's that?" someone asked.
"It's where I have surgery on my genitals to make me look like a woman down there."
Some one said, "Ouch.!! That's going to hurt."
I said," Yes for a short time. Then I'll be as closer to being the woman that I want to be."
Then someone asked, "Will we get a show and tell when you come back?"
I laughed and said, "Sure but it will have to be after hours and not here at work."
The rest of the time went by pretty quickly. Soon there was snow on the ground again and the weather had gotten cold. I had my other laser skin hair removal treatments and was loving how my skin felt all the time. It was so soft and smooth. My boobs have gotten bigger. I was now at a C cup. I prayed that I wouldn't get any bigger. My nips seem to have gotten more sensitive. Is seemed that if I was just in the slightest bit of cold they stood out and seemed to always be a little obvious beneath any thing that I wore. Even the thick sweaters that I had to wear in this Minnesota winter wouldn't be able to hide my nips.
I got a call from my doctor's office that was going to do the surgery and they informed me that a patient that was scheduled to have the surgery had changed her mind and wasn't going to have surgery. If I wanted to have the surgery early I could. I said yes. It was to be after the New Years. Michael and I went to the party on New Years eve in the same motel that we had met at and we had a great time. We had a great time at our own after-New Years party, We had sex a number of times. I had so many orgasms that I was spent. I even giggled to myself about how much cum was leaking out of my butt. I almost was going to use a tampon, but I didn't have any. Something to buy in the future. We also knew that we wouldn't be having sex for a while after surgery. That thought kind of made me sad. I like to have sex like a girl. But maybe after the surgery it might be better.
Well the day finally came. We had driven to the Cities and got our motel room that was only a few blocks from the hospital. I had to go in the day before and meet a doctor that would be doing my post surgical care. He also wanted to do a thorough history physical before the surgery. He was very thorough. I ended up having to stay in the hospital the night before the surgery. Michael stayed with me till the nurses sent him back to the motel and told him to be back by 6:00 to see me off. They said he could go back after seeing me off to surgery as the surgery typically took anywhere from 6-8 hours.
They must have given me something to help me sleep. I was really very nervous after Michael left but became drowsy shortly after. I woke up to him holding and caressing my hand. I smiled at him and told him I loved him. He told me he loved me too. There were a couple of nurses that came for me. They sent him on his way. They took his phone number and they would call and give him updates. They put my hair in a hair net and made sure that I was naked under my gown. They then pushed the gurney that I was on down to the operating room. I had to move from the gurney to the operating table. They had sheets on it, but it was so cold there. The anesthesiologist hooked up some IV fluids to my IV that I had in my arm and then some electrodes to my chest to monitor my heart. He then asked if I had ever had general anesthesia before, which I said no. The surgeon came in and asked again if I was wanting to have the surgery. She made made me state very specifically that I wanted to have a vagina made from my penis, that I understood that this was not reversable. She showed me the signed consent form that I had signed earlier. Then she went through all the complications that she had gone over in her office before. She then asked again if I still was consenting to surgery. She then asked every one in the operating room if they heard me. They all said yes. She looked at me and smiled and said, "Okay, We are a go for surgery. We won't talk again till you are awake and at that time you will be a woman. See you then dear,"
She nodded to anesthesiologist and I could feel the tingling in my arm as the medicine was being put in. I suddenly felt very tired. I heard him saying that it was all right to go to sleep now.
I woke up. Well not really. I was lying there. I opened my eyes. I didn't know where I was. I was still somewhat effected by the anesthesia. I moved my arm. The nurse moved and was now in my field of view. She smiled at me and asked if I'm doing ok?. I closed my eyes and then opened them again. I tried to smile. I think I nodded my head. Wow that was a wonderful sleep. I was really thirsty. I moved my arm to point to my mouth, motioning with my hand like I was holding a cup and drinking. She leaned over and gave me a couple of Ice chips. Oh yeah. Too early to give me any large volumes. Make sure I don't puke. I started to roll onto my left side. I saw Michael. sitting beside the bed. The nurse stopped me from turning.
"Hi sweety," the nurse says, "Doctor wants you to stay on your back for a day or two to make sure that things stay where they are suppose to."
As I was moving I realized that my crotch felt like I had been kicked in my balls a few times and then stabbed in my dick. As I got back to being on my back the pain eased up. I move my hand down to my crotch and noticed that there were some bandages in place. But I could also feel the emptiness that I was expecting. I started to have a small smile. Then I closed my eyes and I was out again. The nurse roused me and asked if I wanted to have some more ice chips. I was in a different room now. This one was bigger, it had solid walls instead of curtain walls. I turned my head. to my left where Michael had been, but he wasn't there. "I'm on this side." I hear. I turned to my right and there he was. I reached out and he took my hand. I asked him, "What time it is?"
He says, "just a little after 6:00PM. Do you feel alright?"
I went back to sleep. The rest of the days were about the same. I was given pain meds and was fairly comfortable. They had a catheter in my bladder for a day or two, then pulled it. Then I had to start sitting to pee. ( Nothing new there) I had bandages in my crotch, that I learned were really sanitary pads. It felt really weird. I'd go to the bathroom and after peeing would have to wipe. I had lived my entire life with a dick between my legs, but now there was just an empty space there. The first time I touched myself, I remember the feeling, and I think I had the biggest smile on my face. Felt so nice to have a pussy.
It was time for my discharge and I had a nurse come in with my take-home kit. She came to my room and took me to a treatment room. There she made sure there was a sign on the door for NO-ADMITTANCE. She had me lie on the exam table and take off my panties. She opened the kit and took out my dilators. She had a small bag that she said was the hospitals and it was for the first dilation. She explained the purpose. I knew in my head already. Make my pussy ready to get fucked.
She put on some plastic gloves and pick up the dilator and then squirted some gel on it. then rubbed it to cover most of the shaft. She explained that it was a combination lubricant and numbing medication. she then placed her hand on the lips of my new pussy and just rubbed the shaft up and down over my labia and seemed to be hitting my new clitoris too. Soon she pushed into me. I gasped. I didn't expect it. It was such a different feeling. It felt so wonderful but yet was somewhat painful. she explained that it would be painful initially but as the tissues got stretched and used to it it would feel better. I thought to myself, I'm going to turn into a slut if the pain goes away and it always feels that amazing. She pushed it in till it was uncomfortable then held it there for a minute and then pulled it out, then put it back in again. I thought she's trying to get me to have an orgasm. She pulled it out and left it out. She explains that I should do this a couple of times a day for the next 2-3 weeks. then move the the larger one and do the same thing for 3-4 months.
"Did I hear you correctly? Did you say 3-4 months?"
"Yes, after 6 months then you can have vaginal sex, but you will still have to use the dilator every day, unless you have sex every day., but you should still try to dilate just so it doesn't shrink and then starts to give you problems. The doctor used a bit of your perinium for part of your vagina construction, so it is slightly self lubricating, but you may want to use a lubricant as it may not be enough lubrication to keep you comfortable when you do have sex."
Well time went by. I did my dilations, and got to where I almost enjoyed them. I knew that they would get me closer to my goal of getting fucked like a woman. Sure, I couldn't get fucked in my new pussy yet, but I could get fucked in my cute little butt hole still. But it wasn't the same I really wanted to get fucked in my new pussy. But the doctor said not for six- eight months, maybe even a year.
We went to diner one night and ate at this beautiful restaurant. We were having our usual conversation about each others work. We had gotten through the main course and The waiter came and asked if we wanted dessert. Michael insisted on the cheesecake. After he ordered, he excused himself went to the bath room. He had come back and was acting kind of funny or odd. The waitress brought a big slice of cheese cake that had a little candle on it. I looked at Michael and said, "It's not my birthday."
"Yeah I know, but we need candles for this." He then gets out of his chair and kneels down and holds a beautiful diamond ring up for me to take, then saying, "Jordon, I love you. I want to marry you. Will you be my wife?"
I started to get a little teary and said, "Yes, Michael. I would love to be your wife." We got home after the desert and had wonderful sex. I felt that I needed to tape up my new pussy that night as I really wanted him inside my new pussy, but it was really too soon. Even though the dilator was the big one now. Sometimes I thought that Michael, was a little bigger than it. We walked into our house and hung our coats up on the hook by the door. Michael took off his shoes and I my heels. While I was bending down, I got on my knees and had him trapped in the corner by the door. He was looking down at me. I looked up at him and reached for his belt and undid it. then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. I had to pull them down some, then I pulled down his boxers. It wasn't hard. I always liked to take him in my mouth when he was soft and lick him and suck him till he became hard in my mouth. I always though that I was a really good girl then. I love his cock. He did get hard real quick, it was such a beautiful cock. Though I have to admit I had never got to see many of them. As a nurse I'm used to handling guys dicks. Doing preps for some surgeries. putting in catheters. getting urine samples. But even though I've seen probably hundreds, I don't ever get a chance to see them hard. Michael's is beautiful. He shaves, He is so smooth. Love him not having a lot of hair there. I take him entirely in his mouth. I've learned how to do it. I love to see my lipstick on the base of his cock. I've learned that I need to take a deep breath before I deep throat him. I stay deep on him for a longer period now too. I like that he pulls the hair away from my face when I suck him. So my hair doesn't get all my slobber on my hair. I have tried to let him cum on my face, but I have to admit, I don't like it. He doesn't like to kiss me then. So yes, I swallow. Took me about twice to develop a taste for it. Plus I always serve him pineapple for at least one meal a day. I wish I could discover what he ate the one time he tasted like sugar cookies. It may have been sugar cookies as it was around Christmas. I tasted really good that night. He was musky. I would rub his cock all over my face. I licked and sucked it. I could feel him taking my neck and lifting me. Now I was standing. He held me close and gave me a big kiss. I'm glad he didn't cum. He doesn't like to kiss when I have a load of his cum in my mouth. But that isn't entirely true. He steps out of his pants and boxers and bends to pick them up and takes my hand and we walk to the bedroom. I walk in after him and put my arms around his neck and give him a long wet kiss. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress. He pulls it off of my shoulders and it falls to the floor after a slight slowing down of it's fall on my hips. I wiggle my butt and it falls the rest of the way to the floor. I step out of it. I'm just in my bra and panties, and garter belt and thigh high stockings. I feel incredibly sexy. He pulls me close and we kiss some more. I'm getting really hot for him. He reaches down and takes each of my ass cheeks in his hands, give them a squeeze. I wiggle my butt for him. Three years ago, I don't think that I would have ever thought of loving to have my ass massaged by a man. I stand and push him back onto the bed. I straddle him and forgot that I still have my panties on. I move to his side and pull my knees together to be able to take off my thong. It feel so nice to be able to be naked with Michael. After I got rid of that thing between my legs I felt so much more of a woman and so much more alive. I hurried and got back on top of him after I took off my thong. I leaned down and kissed him. He reached up and placed his hands on my breasts. He rubbed the outside of my bra and got my nips hard. I straightened up and reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I dropped it onto the floor beside the bed. I leaned down and kissed him again. He held my breasts in his hands and caressed them. He move and soon he hand my left nipple in his mouth. Oh, God that feels so. Wonderful. He was sucking one then the other. I could feel them getting so hard. How could I not. I reached down and took a hold of his cock. I sat upright now and was more on his upper thighs and had his cock in my hand. I was stroking it. With how I was sitting on him, it may have looked that I was beating off my own cock with his cock pointing out fromwhere my new pussy was. I moved forward to where I was on his lower stomach. I leaned forward reaching for the lube. This put my boobs just above Michaels head. He could not be resist the temptation and took my right nipple into his mouth. Having my nipples sucked was it hard trying to do what I was trying to do. I finally sat up and squirted some lube on my hand and reached behind me and stroked his cock covering his cock with the lube. I put some of it around my little butt hole. I move back holding his cock and guiding it to my hole. I could feel it pressing against my hole. I relaxed and let my body weight just slip on down on it. It slipped in and I felt that little wave of pleasure as it went past the muscles inside. I could feel him going deeper and then he was completely inside of me. I was sitting on his pelvis his whole cock was inside me. It felt so good. I was basking on this feeling, such a feeling of pleasure. I leaned forward and started to rock back and forth on his cock. As I got on back down on him I felt him hit my P-spot. "Ooooh." I cried. I did it again and pretty soon I was moaning constantly. I was riding him for a bit and could feel myself getting closer to the edge. He then lifted me up a little and did something that we hadn't done before. He held my up just a little bit above him. He then started lifting his pelvis up and fucking me from underneath. But he was doing it so fast and so steady. I let out a cry as I came. But he kept on going. Soon I had my second orgasm, then a third. I was shaking so hard. I was feeling so weak. I was having my forth orgasm when I just leaned forward and collapsed and let him keep fucking me till he came. I don't think I fainted, as I felt him cum inside of me. I could feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside of me. I felt so. I'm not sure I even know how to describe it. It did feel wonderful though. If this is what women experience when they have multiple orgasms, then I'm glad that I'm a woman now. I hope that getting fucked with my new vagina will be this pleasurable.
Well the months went by. I told some of my coworkers that I was now engaged. They wanted to throw a bachelorette party for me, But I declined. I think if I got boozed up and there was a male stripper I'm sure I would have gotten carried away with some act of a devious nature. We did decide to have a quiet wedding at the court house. Neither of us had family so why have a big wedding. I thought I wanted a white dress for it, but nothing really fancy. I went out and found a dress that was a little retro. It had a V neck that went not too low, but made me feel sexy. The top part of the dress was lace and it came in at the waist then flared. It was knee length, And I really liked it. I'd have to wear something to help with my waist. I ordered a corset when I couldn't find a store that had one.
We talked and decided that we would ask our neighbors, Sylvia and her husband to be our witnesses or Bride's maid and best man. They were our neighbors and Michael had gotten to be good friends with Sylvia's husband. Sylvia was older then me, but not old enough to be my mother and we had gotten to be good friends. I thought of her as my older sister.
Finally the big day came. We had an appointment at the court house on a Friday at 1:00. Then we could go out for a nice supper and then have the weekend. We thought we would honeymoon up north at the lake. Michael had made reservations. He said we could go boating as they had boats and canoes to rent. They also had a nice pool. I hadn't ever thought of that. Wearing a swim suit. Well will have to think about that.
I asked Michael, "If they have a pool. Aare we going to go swimming?"
" Yeah, Maybe. I'm sure there will be lots of kids there playing in the pool. But it's also fishing country, so a lot of the people there will be out on the lake fishing or boating. Why?"
"Do I need to get a swim suit?"
He looks at me and smiles his little mischievous smile, " Yes definitely. You'll need to get one. I'll help you pick one out.?"
"I will not wear a thong swimsuit in a place that has kids. If we had our own pool in our back yard, Then I would say sure. But not till then."
We ended up going to Target to go grocery shopping and as we walk in there are displays of swim suits. most of them are bikinis. I stopped and looked and Michael is there watching me. I hold up a couple of the suits in front of me and he says that the red one with white polka dots looked really good. I liked it too and it looked like it was my size, and it wasn't a thong so I threw it in our cart with the other things.
We got home and I tried on the suit and I fit real nice. I really liked how it made me feel. I could tell that Michael liked it too. He had a flagpole in his pants. It really felt small. I felt like I was almost naked when I was wearing it. It tied up behind my neck and on my back. The bottoms tied up on the sides. It was nerve racking, as I was always wondering if the knots would come untied. But they held for the rest of the day, while I wore it around the house.
Michael showed me how much he liked me in it. I was cutting veggies in the kitchens when he came up behind me and started kissing my neck and putting his hand on my stomach that moved up to my breasts. soon I felt his hands pulling the strings of my bottom and then it fell to the floor. I reached around and rubbed his cock while he was behind me. Without turning around, I undid his belt and un buttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. His pants fell to the floor and I could feel his cock straining again his boxers. I leaned foreword and let him rub his cock between my butt cheeks. I turned to him and said, " We need some lube."
He smiled and pulled out the bottle from his pants, "Watching you walk around in this little bikini, has driven me crazy. Love seeing just a little bit of your ass peeking out from under that bottom."
Oh yes. I thought. it's not a full coverage bottom but a cheeky coverage. Glad I got it. Soon I was leaning over the kitchen counter and was getting fucked from behind. I was moaning and started to be concerned as there were open windows and I'm sure if someone was going to hear me soon. Michael came, I could feel it when his cock spasmed inside of me. I was a little disappointed that I didn't cum, but was pleased with myself that I was a good girl for him. I smiled because I could get him to want to fuck me so bad that he'd do right me here in the kitchen.
The wedding was a very quiet gathering at the court house. Sylvia and her husband were there. Sylvia had spread the work and she had invited a number of the other nurse that I worked with. There ended up being about 10 people there. The ceremony seemed to go by quickly. We exchanged rings. I knew that he had given me his mother's engagement ring, But I guess I should have realized that I was getting her wedding ring as well. Which didn't bother me at all. Both the engagement ring and wedding ring were beautiful and looked very expensive, as there were a lot of diamonds on each of them. We kissed and left the court house and as we were walking out we got the shower of birdseed ( instead of rice). That was funny. We went to a local motel and had a reception. It was the motel that we hooked up at on New years eve when we first started to go out together. We didn't share that with anyone. We were going to the lakes for our honey moon. It wasn't that far of a drive. We partied with our friends but were drinking nonalcoholic beers. It got to be a little late so we left and went back to out house and figured we would leave in the morning. We got there and we got out of the car. Michael had gotten to the door before me and was waiting. I got next to him and he said, "Hello Mrs. Smith. You certainly look lovely."
I smiled at him and gave him a slow soft kiss and said, "Thank you Mr. Smith." He than picked me up and carried me across the threshold, then set me down. My dress seemed to have gotten pulled up to were he could see the tops of my stockings. He smiled at me and said, " these look really nice." as he moved his hand hup the back of my thigh to above the top of my stockings. "It feels nice here too."
I smiled, " Thank you. Can I interest you in some other areas too?" I took his hand and pulled him into the bed room. I turned and started to take off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He had taken off his jacket and left it somewhere along the way to the bedroom. He had reached around me and unzipped my dress. I had to wiggle my hips a little bit as it was just a little tight for me. I unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His pants started to fall down but I had to help them down as his erection was causing a hang-up. I smiled to myself. I thought it was such a nice compliment that I was the reason for his hard-on. I loved that he thinks I'm so sexy that he is turned on by me. I couldn't help but smile. I took a hold of his hard cock and pulled his boxers down over it. I was just in my bra, the below the boobs corset, and my bikini panties and my stockings, held up by garters attached to my corset. Did I just say I was in just this. Hell, I'm fully dressed compared to Michael. He pulled me close and we kissed a long wet kiss. I think if I had all of the woman's parts I would be wet right now. He started to caress my breasts. He teased my nipples in a way that I loved. I could feel my nips getting hard. He reached around and undid my bra. I hope he unties my corset, but I don't think he will. He moves his hands down to my butt. and gives each cheek a squeeze. Then he just lightly caresses it as he pulls my panties down to just below my cheeks and the runs his fingers ever so lightly up and down my butt crack. I am so glad that I got rid of my butt crack hair permanently. It tickles, but is really turning me on. I say to him, " My new girl parts are ready for use now."
He pulls back a bit and says, "Really."
"Yes. Really"
"Hmmmmm."
But I want to pay homage to the thing that I have in my hand. I kneel down and while still holding it in my hands, give the tip a little kiss. I think that I still have lipstick on as I see some on the tip of his cock. I take him in my mouth and twirl my tongue around it. I lick up and down his shaft and take all of him into my mouth. I can feel him in the back of my throat. There was a part of me that wanted to gag for a very brief period, but it went away. I go down him as far as I can. I feel just an occasional stubble from his pubes. I think I'll go after him with my laser. I keep sucking his cock and am loving it, and showing him that I love his cock. I take it out of my mouth and slap myself on each cheek with it.
He pulls me up. "Let's make love." He says.
He sits back. I wiggle my butt and make my panties go down to my ankles. I straddle him. I look at the head of the bed and don't see the lube. "Oh Shit.!"
"What's the matter?" He asks.
"Where's the lube?"
"Oh shit. It's in the suit case in the car."
"Oh crap!"
"I'll go get it." I say.
I go out into the garage to look in the cars for the suitcases. I turn on the garage light and walk out only to realize that the garage door wasn't closed and the light is on and I'm naked except for a corset and stockings. "Oh Shit."
I hit the button to close the garage door and go inside till it is closed. I go after it is closed and find my suitcase, bring it into the house. I open it up and find the lube. I breath a long sigh of relief.
I turn off the lights only to realize that the curtains to the front room are open and if there was anyone out walking they would have been able to see me. I walk back into bedroom and Michael is lying down. His erection is almost gone to. I think I can rescue that. I crawl into bed and take his cock in my hand and then put it into my mouth. I start to suck on him and his old soldier comes back to life. I straddle him again. I tell him that I want to control how far in he is. I tell him that I don't think the dilators are as big as his cock. I get the lube and put a lot on his cock. Then I put some inside of my new pussy. I straddle him and holding onto his cock place him at the opening of my new pussy. I slowly slide down on it.
" Oh my. This is really nice. Ooops. Slow down Jordon," I say to myself. I don't move and let that brief bit of pain resolve. Then I drop a little more. I'm wiggling my pelvis a little bit as I slide down on his cock. The all of a sudden, I'm sitting on his cock and pelvis. It gave me this incredible feeling of fullness. I started to rock up and down on it. That gave me such pleasant feelings. Each time I moved I could feel it caressing my P spot. Any movement tickled my P spot, but now I had a clit too. And it was getting tickled. I started to go up and down on his cock. "Oh. Oh Michael. Oh Michael." I looked down and could see that he had his eyes closed and looked very happy. I was leaning forward and rocking back and forth on his cock. I felt him take a breast in each hand and then he took them and kissed each of my nips. Then he started to suck on them. OH MY. Then I had a small little orgasm. I shivered. It left like one that I might have had when I was just beating my meat. I kept rocking on his cock. I tried to keep my upper body still so he could keep sucking my nips.
"Oh, oh oh oh oh oh.." I had another little orgasm, but it was just a little more intense. I was driven by that feeling. I started to bounce on his cock more intensely. Moving up and down on it faster and faster.
"Oooooooh." Another one.
I could hear Michael breathing. He was sounding like he did when I lifted weights. Then I heard him groin. I could feel his cock spasm as he shot his cum into me. Then I came again. It hit me and just stayed there. I could feel my body shaking. I though I was going to pee myself. I felt out of control. I kept cumming. I felt like it wasn't going to stop. I almost started to scream. Then it faded away. I leaned forward and laid my body on Michael. This time I felt like I never wanted his cock to leave my pussy. I laid there for a while. I think I fell asleep for a short time. He moved and I woke up.
"I have to go a take a leak."
"Oh. I suppose you want to take you cock with you then?"
He smiles and say, "I can't get very far without it."
"Ok. But put it back when you get back."
He chuckles as he slide out from under me.
I must have fallen asleep, he had crawled back into bed and we were spooning, his arms wrapped around me. I felt so content. I felt like I was now the person I was meant to be. I was Michael's wife. I was a good girl. Better yet. I was a very happy good girl
I want to thank everyone that has stuck it out through this long series. I've had fun living my life through Jordon and wishing I was her. Wish I could live a life like Jordon. Wish I could find a man like Michael. To live their lives together and to be happy. I suppose you can tell that I will watch some sissy hypnos occasionally. I guess it can influence your psych.
It seems with how things are in the USA right now that I would call this story not just fiction, but science fiction. But it could be a reality. But not now. Maybe someday. Hopefully what is happening doesn't cause irreparable damage to this country. And we can move on. We can live without fear of being who or what we are.
