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Grant by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr (a transexual epic)
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Grant
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
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It was made official when Grace was 15 years old. She had been a
normal, healthy child for the first 14 years of her life, none the worse
for the fact that she was raised by her mother alone after her father
died when she was just two. But, with the onset of puberty it began to
become obvious that something *was* wrong, for she was not developing the
proper secondary sexual characteristics: instead of growing a proud pair
of breasts, she instead began to sport a rather nice beard and moustache.
If she hadn't been blonde that fact would have been very hard to conceal
since she got 5 o'clock shadow fairly heavily for one so young.
The testing conducted by the hospital took two weeks as results were
checked and cross-checked, and the battery was run three times just to be
sure. The doctors were as baffled and surprised by the results as the
two most concerned - they had never seen such an extreme case before.
Simply put, Grace's problem was that instead of producing estrogen,
her ovaries were pumping out testosterone at the proper accelerated rate
for puberty. The strangest aspect, though, was how well her body,
especially her sexual organs, were adapted to the 'unnatural' situation.
Her entire reproductive system was functioning and developing perfectly
normally, just like any other normal young woman's would.
This presented a problem. The question of Grace's true gender
couldn't be addressed easily - if she was dosed with estrogen, the proper
sexual characteristics would manifest, but the warring hormonal levels
would almost surely cause some type of trauma, probably physical, \
possibly mental. Surgery was the only other course, preferably to male,
possibly some kind of transplant of 'normal' female organs.
Grace's mother, however, couldn't cope. A freak for a daughter -
she couldn't deal with it. She went to a lawyer and gave Grace up for
adoption, relinquishing all responsibility for her 'unnatural' daughter.
Very few people are willing to adopt a child more than 10 years old,
and far fewer than that someone 15. Grace was told by the authorities
that she really should resigh herself to being in the orphanage for the
next three years, until she attained the age of majority.
Amazingly, Grace's loss of parent wasn't as traumatic as it might
have been. Psycologists speculated on the reason she settles into the
orphanage so easily, but the simple reason was that she had never really felt close to her mother annot having a mom was fine with her, as long as *someone* provided bed and board.
Grace was quartered with two other girls about her age. Both were
withdrawn enough to ignore her strangeness. Grace began to spend time in
the gym working out and as the months passed her body began to harden and
develop muscles like any athletically inclined teenage boy. Within about
a year, to see her just in shorts one would be convinced she was a boy
('though an almost girlishly prettyone). She took to calling herself
Grant and the guys at the gym never knew that young 'Grant' was really a
girl.
Grace/Grant wasn't adopted (no surprise) and was turned out of the
orphanage upon her 18th birthday. But she was prepared for the cold,
cruel world: she had divided her time between the gym and learning auto
repair, and upon the recomendation of a few of her teachers, she landed a
job at a local garage. It wasn't high-paying, nor did it have much
potential for advancement. So, although it got her an apartment and
food, Grant would have had a rather bleak future if not for William.
William (who had no nickname) was a very rich young playboy. A flat
tire had brought his limo into the shop when Grant had been in the bays,
and William was instantly infatuated by the very handsome young 'man'.
William wasn't bad looking either (the term 'greek god' nad some
applications in this case), and when he began to come on to the overalled
kid, Grant, for the first time ever, was intrigued. Still, if not for
the promice of a thousand dollars for one night with him, Grant might not
have gone with William, all things considered. It was only after getting
the K beforehand and putting it safely away did Grant feel safe giving
William her address and quitting time.
William picked Grant up exactly on time in an elegant Jaguar. They
went to dinner and to a movie. William suggested going to a gay bar so
they could dance a little, but Grant declined. Without asking, William
returned to his own condo instead, and took her right into the bedroom,
which was almost as large as Grant's whole walk-up.
The bedroom could, in fact, have served as an apartment in and of
itself. It had a wall-unit stereo system, a bar with a 'fridge and a
microwave, and a pit-group couch as well as a huge bed.
William said, "Make yourself comfortable, Grant, while I freshen up.
There's food and drink at the bar - help yourself." He vanished into the
bathroom (as palatial as the rest of the condo) as Grant began to explore
the huge room.
She was behind the bar sipping a cola when William returned. He
made a grand entrance, freshly showered, hair slicked back, wearing only
a pair of tiny french briefs. His 'equipment' produced an extreemly
pronounced basket in the skimpy underwear and Grant found herself getting
very turned on by the whole gorgeous package.
William stalked sensuously over to Grant and said, "Like what you
see, kid?" Without waiting for an answer, he leaned into Grant and
kissed her hard on the mouth.
Grant simply melted. Her body may have looked male, but she was
female inside and her first real arousal turned her into jelly. She
almost fell out of William's arms, so weak did she become, and the
playboy simply picked her up and carried her over to the bed, maintaining
oral-oral contact the whole way.
He lay on top of her for a while, grinding his groin into her hip
while he kissed her. Grant slowly regained enough sense to begin to
respond, first just by putting her arms around William, then beginning to
caress his back and especially his ass.
She worked herself up to slowly pushing down his briefs. As soon as
his equipment was exposed, she grabbed his cock and began stroking it.
William was more than willing to let Grant do a little work, so he
rolled over, put his hands behind his head, and let Grant go to town.
She had never sucked cock before - in fact, she was a total virgin -
but she was very enthusiastic and had some measure of raw talent.
William couldn't complain - he knew the guy was inexperienced but he
could still suck well enough to please him.
Grant took her time and did everything she could think of to make
William feel good. It took some experimentation, but William was good
enough to help her out and be understanding when she made a mistake. She
knew she was doing it right when William stopped talking to her because
he was moaning too much. Shortly thereafter, William tensed, moaned
loudly, and came. Grant was surprised by the creamy, thick fluid filling
her mouth but she swallowed as much as she could. The little she
couldn't ingest, William licked off of her face before kissing her again
and thanking her for an excellent blow job.
Then he said, "Now its your turn. Let's see that bod of yours."
Grant was understandably reluctant to disrobe: she had a bit of a
secret to conceal. But William wanted a cock to suck and he began to get
Grant out of her clothes whether she wished to or not.
The shirt was no problem - Grant's chest was as flat and muscled as
William's. The pants weren't too bad either - Grand's legs were quite
masculine and the briefs she was wearing actually were men's designer
briefs (much like William's, though not as skimpy today). However, there
was nothing bulging in those briefs and William took them down with a
slight hesitancy: he wondered why his little 'hunk' wasn't stretching
the seams of his underwear. And he soon discovered the reason: Grant
had no means by which to overfill her briefs.
This fact stunned William right out of bed. Grant, worried about
the full extent of William's reaction, just lay there and waited.
William was ready to explode, but he looked at Grant lying there
mostly male and just a little bit female, and he felt his cock begin to
rise again. William wasn't gay - like so many, he was firmly bisexual,
out to get pleasuer from whom or what ever he could. Ahd there was
something very erotic about Grant. He - or she? - had certainly done a
good job of sucking him off and that at least deserved some repayment.
Accordingly, William returned to the bed and took Grant's briefs
the rest of the way off. Then, after spreading her legs, he dove into
Grant's cunt.
It was strange eating Grant out. Not the cunnilingus itself - there
was nothing wrong with Grant's anatomy; in fact William found Grant's
cunt exciting. It was the body attached to the cunt that threw him off.
Normally when William ate cunt, he used his hands to roam the woman's
body, caressing and petting. But Grant's body wasn't like other women's
bodies and that was what was strange: caressing flat pecs, hard
ass-cheeks or ribbed abs made him think more of cock sucking than cunt
licking, yet they were going together. William's hips started moving
almost involuntarily as the eroticism of the act started getting to him.
Grant's first orgasm was long in coming, and when it arrived she
felt it through her whole body. After that, as William kept up his oral
ministrations, she began to cum more and more frequently until she seemed
to be having one very long orgasm. Finally she let out a masculinely
pitched scream and blacked out from the pleasure.
She wasn't out for long and woke to find that William was laying
next to her sucking on her nipple. She felt a tingling beginning to
build again in her cunt and she desperately wanted to go crazy again.
William read that in her eyes and smiled. He poised himself above her
and began to enter her virgin cunt with his cock.
Grand gasped as she felt herself invaded by William's prick. She
had never paid much attention to her sex organs and so had no idea that
they could provide her with this kind of pleasure. First that licking,
and now this! William's cock was long and not too thick, but it was
thick enough to stretch her unused walls wonderfully. Her active days at
the orphanage had broken her hymen long ago so there was no impediment to
William's delving.
William still found nothing wrong with Grant's cunt - it was tight,
hot, and juicy and even though it was virgin, Grant's body knew what to
do when being pleasured which helped William pleasure it more. They
fucked for quite a while, both having cum before in that session, and by
the time Willima finally came Grant was so exhausted by ecstasy that she
passed out for a good long time.
William was very taken by Grant. They spent a month together and
Grant learned everything William had to teach about sex. By the end of
that time William found he had no wish to see Grant leave. While he
might not have been exactly in love with the strange he-she, he certainly
had some kind of deep feelings for her. He couldn't marry her - she was
too masculine for that (which was much of her charm, of course) - so he
decided to adopt her.
It took lots of time and money but finally Grant was legally
William's son. To make it official, William's will was immediately
altered to make Grant his sole heir as well as son. Grant's education
continued - both worldly and sexually - for about a year. Being a fast
learner, she was by then as competent to run William's empire as was he,
but she was content to be his well-kept and very secret wife.
When William was killed, there was a hefty investigation centered
around Grant. It was an honest to goodness accident, but it took a very
long time for the police to accept that fact. And even before Grant was
cleared, people began crawling out of the woodwork to try to contest the
will. Fortunately Grant had been given money of her own to hire good
lawyers with and survive on until William's will was declared valid and
Grant got the estate.
She spent a while actively supervising William's empire but she got
tired of it rather quickly. She did a good job of it, but being a mover
and a shaker didn't particularly thrill her a whole lot. So, she decided
to find someone to run it for her. She found Jill, and Jill changed her
life.
It was during the testing period that she learned something very
special about Jill shortly after Jill learned something special about
Grant. That night, Grant had invited Jill to her (formerly William's)
condo for dinner, and not for the first time. They had rather more than
normal to drink, though, as Grant had just informed Jill that she saw
nothing standing between Jill and the position of her Chief Executive and
so they were celebrating.
After dinner they retired to the living room, still drinking. After
a time, Jill couldn't restraig herself any longer. In the middle of a
sentence she launched herself at Grant and kissed 'him' full on the
mouth, pushing him down on the couch.
Grant was suprised but drunk enough to respond without a thought to
her little secret. Jill was a beautiful young woman, just a year or two
older than Grant, and neither of them felt any qualms about bedding each
other (except for what Grant hid in her slacks).
Grant had been introduced to woman-sex by William during her
training and had discovered that she was as bisexual as William was. So,
there was no hesitancy in her as she began returning Jill's kisses and
caressing Jill's breasts. Slowly, teasingly, two sets of buttons were
undone and two chests were bared. Jill wore no bra, so four nipples were
immediately available for stimulation. Hips were grinding together as
lips and hands caressed until Jill rose up over Grant and asked, "The
bedroom?"
Grant nodded languidly and Jill was off like a shot. By the time
Grant arrived in the bedroom, Jill was standing by Grant's bed totally
naked and gloriously so. Without thinking, Grand slipped off her pants
and briefs to stand as naked as Jill and similar in one more aspect.
Jill just stared for a minute, then she knelt before her future boss
and reached out with tongue and hand to verify the cunt she thought she
saw between 'his' thighs. It was there alright. Since she wasn't
hallucinating, she decided to have fun anyway and began to give Grant
head.
Grant took it for as long as she could. Eventually, her knees
threatened to give way, so she unwillingly broke away and weakly
collapsed on the bed. Jill followed, turned her over onto her back, and
resumed her entertainment. Grant shuddered through several orgasms
before drawing Jill around onto the bed into the classic "69" position.
The two females pleasured each other for close to 90 minutes before
deciding to move to other pursuits. Grant, after resting a bit, got up
and fetched a little toy that William had introduced her to - a
double-ended dildo.
They played with that for a while, first cunt to cunt, then cunt to
ass and ass to cunt. Both had orgasm after orgasm and finally they both
fell asleep with the plastic toy linking them ass to ass.
When Grant woke up, she was alone in the bed (the dildo had been
removed, washed, and put away). Worried, she rose, put on a robe, and
went to find Jill.
Jill, wearing a kimono of Grant's, was in the dining room eating
breakfast. When she saw Grant she said, "Hi, lover. Want anything for
breakfast?"
Jill fetched eggs, sausage and OJ for Grant, then asked, "So, Grant,
tell me all about it."
Grant recited her history between bites, and when she was finished
she noticed that Jill seemed a little dissapointed. Bemused, Grant
asked, "Why such a sad reaction to my story, eh partner?"
Jill, after hesitating for a moment or two, finally said, "It's just
that, well...um...you see, I've always wanted to look like you. Hard
body, no breasts, but still have a cunt. There are places to get such
things done, but most of them - the ones I trust to do a good job at
least - require psychiatric evaluations and the head-doctors won't play
ball with someone like me. I was hoping you knew of a clinic where they
didn't ask questions about a transformation like yours - but your body is
natural. That's why I'm so sad."
Grant had gotten a gleam in her eye during Jill's speech. After
hugging her lover to comfort her, she asked, "You really want a body like
mine?" Jill nodded, hope in her face. Grant continued, "Then I think
I've found something to occupy my spare time. I'm sure that, with the
judicial application of money in the right pockets I could set up a
clinic able and willing to do just the kind of thing you're looking for.
It might take awhile to assemble the proper talents, and you won't be
able to take up your position in my empire until your transformation is
complete, but I think that I can guarantee you a fully male body if you
really want one Jill - or should that be Gill?"
It did take time, but Jill was patient. Grant gathered together
some of the leading gender adjustment doctors in the world, all lured by
promises of unlimited research funds between patients. The clinic was
set up and Jill was admitted as the first client. Time passed and with
it hormone therapy, muscle toning, and coaching in the 'art' of being a
male. When Gill (Jill ended up taking the name Grant had suggested)
emerged from the clinic she looked as male as did Grant. Only her cunt
gave away her true gender.
Grant got the proper paperwork done for Gill while she was in the
clinic so that the new he-she was immediately ready to step into the
Chief Executive of Grant's empire. Gill thanked Grant every chance she
got, especially in bed, and Grant couldn't have wished for a better or
more honest CEO.
Jill/Gill was Grant's Clinic's first client, but not its last. For
a long time, its only referal service was Grant herself, but in time that
changed. Still, Grant did her best to oversee as many of the clinic's
clients as she was able. She learned alot about the clinic's business,
and eventually became a nurse there.
The clinic offered the best sex changes available (for rather high
fees) with no strings attached, also providing (for an extra charge) a
lawyer to handle all the paperwork for name and gender change if so
desired. The staff was more than happy to make any and all changes
requested provided that the fee was paid. Fortunately, Grant had indeed gathered some of the best mds in the field to her clinic for some of the requests were far out of the ordinary. Like Sven.
Grant had known Sven from the days of William's tutoring. The man
was tall and blond - in short, the very essence of the Nordic man. He
was rather well endowed, but it always seemed that he prefered to either use his mouth, or be used ithe ass. His prick saw relatively little
action and he seemed to prefer it that way.
Then he heard about the clinic. As soon as he was sure the rumor
had some truth to it, he went to Grant and made a request of her.
"Grant, my lover," he began, "you know about my proclivities - I know you
know because you asked about why I don't use my cock much. I never told
you the full truth about that though. You see, I have wished for the
longest time to be rid of it. I love sucking and licking and being
fucked, and I would love more than anything to have another hole to be
fucked in. And I heard about your clinic, and..."
"But Sven," said Grant, "why not just go to one of the clinics in
Sweden? You said you have relatives there - go visit them and have it
done there."
"No, you don't understand. I don't want to be a girl - I like my
body. I've worked hard to get it like it is. I just don't like my
cock - I'd rather have a cunt, and look like you. Can they do that at
your clinic?"
Sven was admitted the next day. The process wasn't complicated, but
it was intricate. Grant's doctors made sure that Sven's body could
support his new cunt, then they did the operation. They did an excellent
job - when it had healed, Sven had a beautiful and fully functional cunt
between his muscular and masculine thighs. Grant was the first to sample
the new wares, and she made sure that the doctors received both Sven's
and her praises on their work. Sven, of course, was absolutely thrilled
by it: he finally had his heart's desire.
Charles was one of the more routine changes the clinic made - little
more than hormones, some tutoring, and some cosmetic surgery. Charles, a
thin (almost scrayny), short young man of unprepossessing looks and
manner, had been persuaded to change by his sister Francine, a friend of
Grant. He didn't necessarily want to look like a woman, but he decided
to do it for Francy. When the months of treatments and lessons were over
little Charline was a knockout - beautiful and curvaceous, and with a
reconstructed personality that made him the life of any party. Also,
there was his cock to set him apart from all the other girls. Because of
Charlene, Grant put together a sizable harem of she-males - she found
that a cock and breasts were the things that turned her on the most!
Every once in a while, 'normal' sex changes were performed. Norman
was a true hardcase - he was totally sexually confused. Grant found him
in a leather bar decked out like a biker, but he wasn't very biker-like.
Grant took him home and he went wild over her cunt. Grant spent a good
deal of time with the young man and finally sent him off to some
psychiatrists who certified him a proper gender-reversal case. Grant
supplemented Norman's entry fee to the clinic and when he - no, she! -
was released as a fully legal female names Rose, Grant, wearing a strap
on vibrating dildo, was the first to use Rose's new cunt (and not the
last!). Rose's life was improved 100% by the clinic, which made Grant
very happy.
The other side of the coins was Marlene, in more ways than one.
Because of the nature of Grant's clinic, it was possible that its clients
might not be there completely on the up and up. Grant knew, for example, that a good percentage of e "off the street" clientelle were there to hide from someone or something. Still others were ther or a kick, and the richest of these were repeat cus
tomers. And others - others weren't there of their own free will.
Marlene came in to the clinic in a straight jacket and full of
drugs. The 'lawyer' who signed her in slated her for complete male
transformation. There was also mention made of keeping the girl under
heavy sedatives until the new conditioning could take over and resign her to her male role. A very,ery large sum of money changed hands (there was an extra fee for discretion), and Marlene came unde he care of the clinic's most specialized doctors.
The process took some time because more than her body had to be
changed. While her rather beautiful female figure was being winnowed
into a hard, male body, her mind was being forcibly altered as well.
Grant had employed a few experimental psychologists long ago and they had a field day with Marlene.By the time most of the major surgery was completed, Marlene no longer existed - Scott did.
For the construction of Scott's new cock, several new procedures
were used - procedures developed at the clinic itself. They proved to be
extreemly successful - when Scott was released from the clinic, he
(ruggedly handsome and fully male) had a fully functional 8 inch cock
capable of erection and ejaculation.
Grant learned of Marlene/Scott from Marlene's brother Greg. It
seemed that Marlene had been a very intollerant sister - she simply
refused to accept the fact that Greg was totally and irrevocably gay.
After about the 100th try to fix him up with a friend (or even herself),
and the 200th time she frightened away a trick of even a boyfriend by
playing the jealous girlfriend, Greg had simply gotten fed up. The first
step was to get Marlene to the clinic. While his sister was being made
into his brother, Greg got Scott a legal identity, then set up phase two.
Scott was delivered into the hands of several gay bikers. The
implanted personality was exactly as homophobic as Marlene had been, but
it was created to hide a seed of homosexuality. The bikers' mission was
to break Scott to his true desires, to wipe heterosexuality from his new
personna. They succeeded with flying colors. Greg was very happy to
report that Scott was now as gay as he was (the proof being a night with
his brother), and as anti-woman (sexually only, of course) as Greg as
well.
Tracy was one of Grant's best friends. They did a lot together
besides sex, but they had been drawn together originally because of sex - specifically, Grant's hareof she-males. Tracy, after seducing Grant at a bar and getting to know the he-she, had taken to usn a strap-on
dildo whenever they had sex since Grant really liked she-males. It took
a while but Grant finally figured out that Tracy liked to be the fucker.
Akd after she related the story of Marlene/Scott, she asked Tracy whether that had any appeal for he After some thought, Tracy said,
"Absolutely!"
She was admitted to the clinic the next day. It wasn't as easy to
affix a cock to Tracy's female body as it had been to graft one to the
masculinized Marlene/Scott, but Grant's doctors just looked at it as a
challenge, and managed to defeat it. In the end, Tracy owned a beautiful
10 inch long functional cock - 10 inches she put to good use first with
Grant, and then all over.
Grant lived happily ever after with her clinic and ever expanding
empire. And, each year she sent a wreath to William's grave and held an
orgy in his memory.
FIN
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