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Changed for Good
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CHANGED FOR GOOD
I had heard of guys getting turned into women by their wives or
girlfriends, and usually they all wanted it to happen, but I
never thought it would happen to me! I can't say that I'm
unhappy now that it's all done, but let me tell you how it all
came to pass...
My wife Cheryl and I were very good friends with Chuck and Beth.
Cheryl is an endocrinologist and psychologist, and her friend
Beth is a plastic surgeon. Both of them have very good practices
and had often worked together with transsexual patients. Both
Chuck and I had heard them talk about some of their patients.
Chuck is a lawyer, and I operate my own computer programming
business from my home. Money isn't a problem for either of
us...both couples are very well off.
One night we were all together at Chuck and Beth's house, and you
could say we were drinking quite a bit. At least Chuck and I
were. About half way through the night, the girls started
talking about a couple of their patients that they were turning
into women. From the way they were talking though, these
patients weren't actually transsexuals, but rather, were a couple
of guys being transformed into women by their wives, who were
tired of their macho posturing and male belligerence.
Well, they started talking about how it seemed like a good idea,
and started looking at us a little funny. Eventually, after a
bit more to drink and a bit more discussion, mostly of us men
saying that it could never be done to us, we men ended up making
a bet with the women. The bet was that they could not only
feminize us (and do an excellent job of it), but we would
ultimately welcome our new gender identity and end up preferring
it. The ladies were going to start feminizing us men, we men had
to go along with it, and the first group to back out of the
process had to do the bidding of the other for a year. There
were several catches: First, it was the "males" as a team
against the females. I couldn't back out unless I could also get
Chuck to back out, and the same was true for the team of Cheryl
and Beth. Second, the period of our feminization was to be for a
full year. The women could do anything they wanted to us,
physically, mentally, etc. for that year as long as what they did
was meant to make us more feminine or womanly. Third, the only
thing they couldn't do was to give us the "final" surgery - they
couldn't cut off our penises and balls. Chuck being a lawyer,
decided that this was the kind of thing which should be drawn up
into a contract, so he quickly pulled one together. Chuck and I
made arrangements to put our respective businesses on hold, we
signed the contract and we all decided that the process would
commence immediately at midnight.
At the stroke of midnight, both women took us into separate
bathrooms and stripped us of our clothes. After that, things
became a blur for me, and for Chuck, too. It turned out that
once the contract had been signed, the women had put something in
our last drinks that would make us pass out.
When I next woke up, it was with a tremendous headache, as well
as a dull ache all over my body. My chest felt like it had been
trounced on, and my skin was extremely sensitive. I could
remember nothing since going into the bathroom and losing my
clothes. Just about then my wife came in and said "So how's my
little girl today?". I didn't quite understand at first, but
then I sat up and some of it started coming back. When I sat up,
my chest felt funny, so I looked down and saw that I had boobs.
They didn't look as good as my wife's, but there were definitely
two boobs there. Beth had given me breast implants! My new
boobs looked to be about a B-cup. Then I noticed thay my skin
was hairless. I started exploring all over my body, and even felt
my face, but I found no hair. It turned out that the wives had a
couple of friends who were electrologists, and they had come in
and cleared our entire bodies of hair. I later found out that
they had also permanently plucked our eyebrows to a feminine
thinness.
I climbed out of bed, dumbfounded, and started exploring what
else they had done. My toenails were bright red, I had long red
fingernails, and my ears were pierced 2 times each. More work
performed by friends of our wives. Beth then sat me down and
showed me the contract that we had all signed. She said that she
was totally serious in keeping the bet, and had already started
both of us guys on female hormones to start our change to gals.
She said that as the hormones started filling me out with real
tits, they would soften around the implants, giving me much more
realistic looking breasts than if I had had them enlarged after I
had fully developed. She told me my new name was Susan and then
told me that "She always wanted a boy named Sue!".
She then pointed out a clause in the contract that nobody was
allowed to back out of the contract, even if they wanted to,
until after 4 months had passed. She then told me that the
reason that I hadn't been fighting back so far was that she had
been giving me post-hypnotic suggestions the entire time I had
been out, which would make me not only accept what was going to
happen, but that after I saw myself fully dressed up, I would
actually want to become more feminine. I would start to revel in
my newfound femininity, and would want to flaunt the fact that I
was a female to everyone. While I would have no real desire to
be totally a true female, I would want to always look and act
flawlessly female, and I would want all my friends and coworkers,
etc. to know that I was really a male who enjoyed being ultra-
feminine. It was already starting to work, too, for I was
thinking that this was really going to be a turn-on.
She sat me down, did my makeup and then started dressing me. She
gave me a pair of pink french cut panties and showed me how to
tuck myself back between my legs to hide my penis. Then she gave
me a matching bra which held up my breasts and pushed them into
the center. It was a demi-cup bra and it gave me wonderful
cleavage. I also found out my estimate was correct - I was a B-
cup. Then came a garter belt and gray stockings with seams up
the back. Then she gave me a full slip, and a low-cut pastel
blue sundress which showed off my boobs, and a pair of high-
heeled sandals. After doing my hair, which was long anyway, she
took me to a beauty salon where they put hair extensions into my
hair to extend it down to the middle of my back, and made it all
curly and wavy and bright copper red. Then they redid my makeup,
giving me sultry eyes and full ruby red lips.
Then came the meeting with Chuck, now called Charlene. Charlene
looked great and she said the same thing about me. She had nice
boobs, but she had nice hips, too. I asked about the hips, and
Beth told me that she had decided at the last moment to give
Charlene hip implants as well. That's when Cheryl decided I
should have them too. I was in total agreement, so they set me
up for surgery the next morning.
The rest of that day we spent with Cheryl and Beth making us
stand, walk, sit, talk, etc. constantly criticizing how we did
it, and praising us when we did it in a properly feminine manner.
I was actually trying my best because I truly loved it. I found
myself talking about how much I was enjoying it. Cheryl said,
"You'll have plenty of time to get used to it, dear."
The next day, Cheryl took me over for my hip implants. I was
excited at the prospect of having a better looking body. Just as
I was going under, Cheryl told me that I would be very pleased
with my new self the next time I saw myself. When I woke up my
face was wrapped, I couldn't talk and I couldn't even move.
Cheryl came in and told me that she had not only had Beth put in
my hip implants so that I would be more curvy, but that she had
had vocal chord surgery done so that I would now have an
ultimately feminine voice and that she had had my eyes brought
out, my cheek bones raised, and my lips made fuller with collagen
implants. Beth had also done some minor hair transplants to fill
in around my hairline. She informed me that she had had my
Achilles tendon shortened so that I would never again be
comfortable wearing anything except high heeled shoes. She said
that she and Beth had also decided that Charlene and I were still
entirely too masculine in our musculature and skin texture, so we
were being immobilized by borderline doses of curare combined
with an intermittent spinal block and more hypnotic suggestions
while we healed. It turned out that Charlene had had her voice
and face and tendons operated on, too. During this time, we
would be fed by means of a stomach tube and an IV, while our skin
would be massaged with creams to soften and lighten it as our
inactive muscles dwindled to more feminine proportions and our
waists shrank. Of course, we would still be receiving our
hormone doses, hypnosis and feminine deportment lessons. Someone
came in daily and applied our makeup and did our hair and nails,
all the while lecturing on these techniques to a totally
receptive audience.
Finally, I was told that since we could not perform as men
sexually because of the hormones, we were to be indoctrinated
into giving sexual pleasure to others, both men and women, as
women. Because of the liquid diet, our assholes were not being
used, so they were slowly enlarged by the repeated insertion of
ever larger plugs. At least once a day, a vibrator was inserted
to massage my prostate until I came. When combined with the
hypnotic suggestions, it wasn't long before I was getting excited
when anyone even touched my asshole. And we saw videotapes of
the best fellatio and cunnilingus techniques available, so we
would know what to do and how to behave. As men, we had already
known what blow-job techniques gave the most pleasure. Now, we
would only have to apply those techniques to other men. And I've
always liked to eat pussy and been good at it, too, so that
really wasn't a problem.
We lived in something of a twilight world for almost six weeks.
After a few days the bandages came off, and a couple of weeks
later, the swelling had subsided. When everything was healed, we
were slowly returned to mobility, and I could see what I was
really going to look like. I was gorgeously feminine! My skin
was pale, smooth and supple. My arms and legs were thin and
somewhat weak. My waist was tiny, but my breasts and my hips
thrust out declaring my femininity. My lips looked like I could
suck a man's cock so hard he would turn inside out. Then I got
to try out my new voice, and it was on the low side of the female
spectrum, but very soft, sensuous and sultry and definitely a
sexy woman's voice. My nails had grown out and were perfectly
manicured. My hair was long and soft. I was in love with every
aspect of my new feminine self!
One afternoon soon after my recovery, Cheryl told me she had
another special treat. She took me back to the salon, and one of
the attendants started working all over my face with some sort of
needle gun. She started under my eyes, then over my eyes, then
my cheeks and finally my lips. When she was done, she turned me
around to look at the mirror. I had almost full makeup on. I
didn't quite understand at first, because I didn't feel like I
had makeup on. But I looked like I was wearing red lipstick, pink
blush, dark eyeliner and golden brown eye shadow on my lids.
That's when Cheryl told me that it was permanent. She had had
most of my makeup tattooed on. Then even if I decided to go back
to being a man, it would be impossible to take off the makeup.
But all I could think of was that I was thrilled to cut down on
the time I had to spend putting on makeup or lipstick after
kissing or sucking or licking.
The next time I saw Charlene, the same things had happened to
her. We talked and I found she also was experiencing the same
weird feelings. I loved the feel of long earrings pulling on my
ear lobes and brushing against my neck and how my long nails made
my fingers look and how my hair felt gliding down my back. My
nipples were starting to really bloat on the ends of my boobs and
were tender and sensitive, as was my asshole. My boobs were
looking softer, fuller and rounder, and had started to actually
sag, looking more realistic. I also stated that I had grown a
full cup size and was wearing a C-cup bra already! My hips had
also put on another couple of inches, but I was being careful
about my waist and that I loved it all. Charlene agreed
wholeheartedly.
Once I started spontaneously gushing about how I loved mimicking
a female and feeling soft and sleek and pretty, Cheryl started
letting me dress myself entirely, including my hair and makeup.
All the months of training and changing were paying off. She
never let me wear pants, or bulky female clothes, but I never
really had any desire to. All the clothes and lingerie in the
wardrobe I had acquired were designed to show off my new sexy
ultra-feminine body. Even my shoes were all at least 3 inch
heels, even my slippers and sandals. I wasn't just physically
uncomfortable wearing flats, I also didn't think they made my
legs and feet look sexy and delicate enough. After 10 months, I
decided to have fun with my desire for others to know that I was
a male, so I dressed up in just green bikini panties, an emerald
green low-cut skin tight mini-dress which barely covered my
gorgeous ass, and a pair of 5-inch high-heel pumps. I strolled
into a local tattoo shop and the guy in the shop just about
dropped his needle. I could tell he was thrilled to have a woman
like me in his shop. I told him I wanted two tattoos and where I
wanted them. Then I slid out of my dress, so that I was wearing
nothing but my panties and heels. I bent over, slid down my
panties and on my butt, where everyone could see when I wore my
french cut bikini, I had the words "I'm a man" tattooed. Then
on the inside of my thigh right under my crotch, I had the word
"Surprise!" tattooed. I loved it, and so did Cheryl.
When I got home, I told her that to celebrate my new self, I'd
love for her to invite her friends over on the anniversary of my
transformation, so I could show off my feminine mimicry. She
loved the idea and immediately invited over a bunch of our
friends for a "coming out" party. After everyone had gathered at
the party and had a couple of drinks, she announced the surprise
of the party, and introduced her "husband, the female mimic".
That's when I came out in a long slinky red dress which clung to
every curve, but was slit up the side to my thigh. I started
doing a strip tease, and slinking around all the men and women in
the audience. Shortly, I was out of my dress, and was strutting
around my lingerie and 6-inch red sequined heels. Nobody could
believe my body, and I loved it! I quickly removed my bra and
started shaking my now D-cup tits everywhere I could.
When I was done, I was standing there wearing only my red garter
belt, black stockings and my high heels. Everyone loved it.
That's when Cheryl announced that I would be servicing any and
all comers to the party. A couple of my old friends actually
took up the offer and took me upstairs to fuck my brains out. I
took both men at the same time, one up my ass, the other down my
throat. When all was done, I had a sizeable load of cum up my
ass and had swallowed what I thought was a gallon of the stuff,
and I wanted more. I was in heaven!
After that evening, my wife asked me if I wanted to waive any and
all abilities to back out. I quickly agreed, and she set me up
with a job as a female impersonator and stripper at a local bar.
From that night forward, I've spent almost every night shaking my
boobs and balls in front of every man I can, and even showing one
or two of them that my feminine talents aren't all in my
looks...that I can perform in other ways that will really light
up their lives. Charlene, by the way, is working as a lingerie
model for a local fashion designer. I service my wife whenever
she wants and she doesn't have to put up with any more male
domineering. We both are very much in love with each other and
our lives. My change is for good, and I couldn't be happier with
the results...
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