Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2006 09:48:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nancy Willowette <nanwillow@yahoo.com>
Subject: Is Nothing Sacred

A story by Nancy Willowette
Pelican Harbour, Abaco
May, 2006


Is nothing sacred?

A t'fantasy ...........for those of us who yearn for our own vaginas.


* * *


Chapter 1

Timmy is a 12-year-old boy who is depressed. He knows why and what it is
called, "Gender Dysphoria."  He found out all about it on the Internet.
Saw some great pictures of lots of girls and women with small, pretty
penises similar to his.  While the Internet was exciting, at school and
home, he had learned to hide his feelings from everyone.

Kids tease, and call him sissy, and he gets bullied occasionally.  It's not
his fault he throws like a girl!  Who cares about baseball and sports
anyway.  He should be screeching and playing hopscotch and jump rope.
Learning about make up and just swooning over some of the boys.  With
breasts beginning to bud, like the other girls.

Timmy does enjoy singing in the church choir and has a very pure and clear
soprano voice.  Mrs. Henley, his school music teacher, says it is such a
shame he will soon lose those wonderful sounds.  He wishes the girls would
accept him as a girl.  He sits and watches and absolutely worships them,
especially those older, lovely goddesses.  He dreams and fantasizes of how
life should really be.

* * *

 I'm Timmy and am in fact, playing with my favorite Barbie Doll, Wonder
Woman, right now.  I just loved the way she is made up with bright red lips
and dark mascara and liner highlighting her dazzling blue eyes.  Rich,
thick, long brunette tresses.  She reminded me of one of my favorite
actresses, Alyssa Milano or Catherine Zeta Jones, only they have large
brown eyes like mine.

Timmy's older sister, Karen, knew he played with dolls, catching him with
hers' so often.  She finally just gave him the Wonder Woman doll.  She was
glad that while she and Timmy were much younger, they both went to all the
Bluebird and Brownie, pre Girl Scout meetings together.  Their Mom, Sue
Martine, was the scout leader.  Timmy had learned such a wonderful view and
a reinforced respect for girls.  He was so young then he probably did not
remember it, but she found he would still happily do just anything they
asked.

Well I really like playing with dolls, but I was also looking forward to
Karen's boyfriend, Tom, who was coming by later.  Karen painstakingly
dolled herself up for him.  She was excited beyond belief.  I watched her
as she carefully made herself up and selected her favorite see thru bra and
thin, tight pink sweater, short knit black skirt, which barely covered her
gorgeous round ass and hips.  Nylons held up with her pretty white garter
belt. It matched her bra and thong panties.  A tiny bit of Passion perfume,
deeply made up eyes, and thick plumped, lined, pink glossy lips.  Then her
favorite five-inch stiletto pumps and she felt She was ready to lure this
wonderful medical student onto the sofa.  I had watched all this through
the crack of her open door.  As Karen finished she turned, I was caught
watching.  Just sitting there, fondling my soft little peanut.  Karen did
not get upset at all, she merely smiled and said, "Your turn will come my
little sister to be."

I was astounded at her comment.  Karen went on to say "would you like me to
dress you as our maid for this evening?  You could bring us snacks and
drinks, I just know Tom would really enjoy watching you balance in my
pumps."

I turned deeply scarlet and stuttered, "could I?" Would you?" "Yes, oh yes,
I would like that more than anything, anything in the world."  I blurted
out, almost swooning in excited anticipation.  I swear, I started to get a
little juicy in my shorts.

"Well come in here, we do not have much time."  Karen quickly picked out
one of her padded training bras from her pubescent years.  White and satin
like the matching panties she selected all covered in lace.  Black patent
leather pumps with low but narrow heals.  A very pretty pleated lavender
skirted dress with a darker purple knit top.  It would barely cover my new
breasts.  I was so elated... almost gasping ... feeling faint with
excitement.

"Here, take off your clothes and slip these on," she said, noticing I would
need to change into her panties anyway.  I began to be embarrassed, and she
laughingly said "now girls can dress together Tina, don't think anything of
it."

"Wow you called me "Tina."  Oh yes I thought, I really am Tina.  And she is
going to dress me and make me pretty.  Maybe I will get to go play with the
girls in the neighborhood later.

I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt, and sticky shorts.  Then I carefully
placed my feet and legs through the lacy opening of the satiny panties,
which she had given me.  I had no hair on my long silky smooth legs.  I
tucked and pulled my little peanut way back, which popped my little bumps
up inside of me.  No bulge hardly at all.  I wanted to, but did not have
time, to tape it up like I had read about on the Internet, maybe next time.
Besides, I would be wearing a skirt and it wouldn't show anyway.  The bra
fit so well, I leaned forward and pulled the skin of my breasts into the
cups.  It was just made for my tiny breasts just beginning to swell with
excitement.  Or maybe that was just my imagination.  I wanted developing
breasts so very much.  Then the matching slip over my head and smoothed
silkily over my body with my long sensitive fingers.  Oh my goodness this
was the most exquisite feeling in the world.  I was beside myself with
rapturous joy.  I exclaimed my joy with a shrill squeak and wanted to jump
up and down.

"OK, Miss Tina, lets see about your face and hair."  Karen grabbed her
teasing comb and some spray and quickly lifted and styled my rather thick
and full head of hair into a very pretty, feminine style.

"We will have to begin adding highlights and eventually have you fully
blond" she smiled.  Now a touch of light pink nail polish and matching
lipstick, "Careful sweetie, don't mar the finish, let it dry."  She added
just a bit of liner and blush.  "I think you are ready." She said as she
smiled and squeezed me.  Splash on some of my Passion and you will make
some future guy a very happy camper, you heart throb!

I looked at myself in the mirror and could not help but be excited and
impressed.  I could have just fainted.  I was absolutely feminine and
absolutely pretty.  A 12-year-old "GIRL," well right now I did look older
than that.

Then just to set my feelings soaring, she had me take one of Mom's estrogen
pills.  Then she said, "Better make that two."

My body and feelings exploded with the most unusual and evocative of
sensations.  I looked at the world with a whole new sensibility and
awareness.  My goodness, how I was going to love being a girl!  I stood and
straightened, arching my back some and thrusting out my round half Latina
butt.  "Oooooh!" I exclaimed.  I quickly fitted the dress over myself
without mussing my hair or rubbing the collar on any of my make up.

* * *

Down stairs Karen pulled out the crepes and cheeses she had prepared and
told me how to serve them.  Now remember to be dainty.  Also, she said I
could serve Tom beer, but she would be having soda water over Ice.  I could
do the same if I liked.

Soon the doorbell rang and I went to answer it for Karen.  Tom took one
look at me and said, "My, who is this sweet little princess?"  I blushed,
curtsied, and invited Tom in with my clear, natural and high-pitched voice.
I told him Karen would be right down and he would be welcome to come into
the living room and take a seat on the couch.  The couch was part of a set
and done in off-white leather with over stuffed pillows.  I asked if he
would like a beer and went to pour one in a tall cold glass fresh from the
freezer.

Tom called out, "make that champagne little sweet heart."

Oh my, well fortunately I had not opened the beer.  I pulled out a bottle
of my Dad's best champagne but was at a loss as to how to open it.  Karen
arrived and Tom rose to take her in his arms.  She was radiant and formed
to his muscular body as he looked down and kissed her deeply, thrusting and
penetrating with his tongue, rubbing his chisel hard chest and washboard
stomach against her bulging breasts, trying to break out of the confines of
her bra.  His throbbing, quickly erect, thick hard penis was angling
against her hot moist thighs.  They sat and Karen told me to serve the
drinks.  I asked for help with the champagne and Tom rose to the occasion.
Pop!

Karen, said, "Oh, I would enjoy that also, in fact Tina, bring in three
glasses."  I ran toward the kitchen with my little black pumps clicking on
the tile floor, quickly checked my image is the entry hall mirror as I
passed, my what a pretty girl grinned back.  The Hall was accented in a
rich green contrasting with white walls.  Leafy Ivy vines climbed around
the mirror that harmonized with the Mucha print of a 19th century French
beauty hawking a Parisian faire.

Karen giggled and smiled at Tom, letting her hand drop onto his lap and
squeeze his bulging manhood.  He poured the champagne just as the phone
rang.

Karen answered it and after a brief moment said, "ok." and hung up.  She
said that Dad had called Mom from St Louis where he was attending an AMA
presentation.  Mom was going to stay at Grandma's.  She wanted Karen to run
over and bring home some groceries that would need freezing.  Karen did not
want Tom to go because of her sensitivity to Grandma's desire to entertain
him if she new he was there.  Karen wanted to save him for herself.  She
left saying she would be right back.

Tom moaned and stroked himself as the door closed.  He said, "well my
little princess, your big sister got me all excited and ran off, what shall
we do about it?"

I was spellbound, "me?" I said!

"Why yes my little muffin, it is a good time to begin your training as a
really good girl."

I smiled and said, "well Karen did say I should give you anything you
wanted."

He pulled me into his lap.  I could feel his throbbing manhood, which he
quickly placed between my thighs.  Soon I positioned myself to fully
comfort him.  He kissed me and fondled my surprisingly sensitive nipples.
He slipped down the bra and suckled me then saying how much he enjoyed
young girls budding breasts.  He slipped his hands in my shear, silky
panties and paused, smiled and said, "I think we will need a lot of
Astroglide."  Soon his thick, immense cock was firmly up my ass and I was
wreathing up and down.  Sliding it in and out as fast as I could go.  As
Tom moaned loudly, Karen walked in.

She gasped, then giggled, and said, "Well I guess that little cat is out of
the bag."  As she did, Tom's hot gism shot into me like an explosion of
lava and I moaned also.  After, I slipped off as he withered and Karen told
me to go clean up and bring us more champagne.  I was so elated with the
feelings I had just experienced.  So pleased I had been able to satisfy Tom
and take him in so deeply.  His hot sperm was being absorbed into my blood
stream with each swishing step, only a little of the slippery white goo
slipped out and oh how it made my ass cheeks feel good sliding together.
If only I could enjoy a man's penis in me all the time.  I was smiling from
ear to ear.  My most wonderful intimate dream had been fulfilled.  I just
needed a touch of lipstick and quickly pulled up and together my breasts
and was ready for more.

When I returned they were drinking and talking about Karen's "little
sister," Tina,

* * *

"Well, Tina," said Tom, "I certainly like you as Karen's little sister.  He
was half lying on the couch, his soft member being massaged in Karen's
hand.  She alternatively squeezed and stroked it.  It would not be long
before it would be in her throbbing vagina.

I just wanted to take it all in my mouth and suck and maybe taste his hot
salty cum.

Then Tom said, "I noticed your voice has not yet begun to change.  We
should keep it that way with a little adjustment I think I can do for you."
Karen smiled knowingly and got up and went to Dad's study returning with
his medical bag.

Here little sister, "come sit on the dining table on this clean towel."  I
did and they pulled down my panties.  "Lie back now," said Tom, "there will
be a little sting."  Tom then expertly drew a syringe of antiseptic
Novocain and quickly made several shallow and two deep injections around my
scrotum and at the base of my testicles.  Actually, it really did not hurt
much.  I had always believed I really was a girl and so wanted to be.... so
very much, ..... I just relaxed, luxuriating in my feminine feelings and
still throbbing anus.

As I lay there I could not help but notice the intricate lacy texture of
the off-white ceiling surrounded with crown molding trimmed with tiny
dragons in Chinese red enamel.  It nicely complimented the black enameled
dining room table and chairs with their intricate ivory inlay that had been
brought back from a humanitarian trip my parents once took through Asia.  I
wondered what the room would be like with more of an ivory hue to the
walls.

Tom made a small slice in my scrotum, which I did not feel at all, and tied
off the vessels leading to my testicles.  Then a quick snip, snip and it
was all done, with a couple of dissolving stitches in the scrotum opening.
I was gazing at the pretty pink orchids on a corner table arrangement
behind me.

Tom said "Tina, you should go and lie down, rest awhile while your sister
and I enjoy each other."  He then said, "What I want you to do is to wear
this big dildo that I used to train your sister. Keep it in all the time,
being careful to keep it clean and to take regular enemas.  They make
special latex panties that lock to the base of this dildo, keeping it
firmly in place.  You can leave it in and easily wear it both night and
during the day.  No one will know it is in you.  I will get you a pair next
time I stop at the sex shop."  I had no idea how many versatile variations
on that garment would be found in the days and years to come.

"Yes sir," I said, and then he again kissed me.

Karen smiled and said to sleep in her bed and wear the billowy white nylon
nightie.

I said, "Oh thank you, Sis" and gave her a quick kiss, then gave a deeper,
longer kiss to Tom... with my heartfelt thanks.  I was overjoyed and in a
state of absolute giddy euphoria.  It fully wiped out all those years of
feeling dysphoric.  I was really becoming the girl I so new I really was.

* * *

Hours later Karen slipped into bed with me, waking me with a kiss, and
said, "Well my sweet little sister, your life is just beginning."  Then she
kissed me again, softly and slowly, slipping her tongue deeply between my
teeth as she pinched my small budding nipples.  She slipped Tom's thick
dildo in and out of my wet, silky smooth and oh so hungry ass. I was
moaning and just beside myself with warm sweet feminine feelings.  Karen
smelled so good.  I was in heaven.

I kissed her labia and clitoris and sucked and licked.  My hand was small
enough I was able to put my whole fist in her vagina.  Soon she also was
moaning and wreathing, sliding and pulsating her muscles, drawing in my
arm, in and out, faster, faster.  After some time had passed, she spasmed
and came with tight little "oh, oh, oh...." sounds.  We lay there sleeping
in each other's arms ....  from that night on.

Well, the next day, Saturday, Karen and I went shopping at the mall.  I
tried on lots of very pretty dresses and lingerie.  We found this really
cute outfit in my school colors.  I could not wait to be seen in it at
school.  She made sure I had lots of panties and training bras.  She said
it was real important to keep them clean and sweet smelling, changing them
often each time I found I was leaking in them.  We were in and out of so
many dressing rooms all morning and into the afternoon.  She kept kissing
and fondling me.  We giggled as the playful girls we were.

She bought me lots of my own make up, selecting young vibrant colors.
Choosing eye shadows in pastel pinks, blues and lavender with several tubes
of matching lipgloss.  I learned to use dark brown eyeliner and
smudge-proof mascara.  She and the make up counter lady just had a
wonderful time making me up, right there in the store.  Many people smiled
as they saw us.  I was so elated, so in heaven.  I tried on several pairs
of little patent leather pumps, many with high heals and straps.

"My you look so fine" said Karen.  "You could pass for 17 or 18 easily with
a bit more make up.

In Saks, I was treated to a facial and had my lids and lashes died deep
black.  My brow was waxed and plucked into a really pretty arch.  My nails
and toes were cleaned and creamed and polished with a beautiful French
manicure.  New make up was added which widened and drew attention to my
large provocative eyes.  Shear foundation on my perfectly smooth olive
toned skin.  Light blush and glossy pink lipsgloss was applied to my lined
lips.  My hair was washed and cut in a cute pageboy, then highlighted.
Rolled and dried and teased and sprayed into a beautiful style.  I was in
seventh heaven.  Could not believe I would now be a girl, always.  I even
had my ears pierced with double holes in each.  I was beside myself with
joyful pleasures, and Karen had great fun pinching my little peanut
"clitty" each time no one was looking.  She would make me squeal and
giggle.

"Wow, I said seeing my image in the mirror.  I almost swooned.  Oh, but
what about Mom and Dad," I said feeling a sick sense of loss all of a
sudden.

Karen said, "Don't worry about a thing my little princess, I talked to Mom
and she talked to Dad, in fact we have spoken about this several times.
Since Dad is an MD and an endocrinologist, he has studied the TS phenomena
and we have all seen the signs.  They feel it is better for you to start
now, before the hormone changes of adolescence.  Especially since we saved
that wonderful soprano voice in time.  You will be a truly successful girl
and soon will come to evolve as the real woman you have always wanted to
be."

I was stunned.  "Wow," I said again. You have truly made me the happiest
girl in the world.  We hugged and went home to find our folks happy and
smug with their new daughter.

* * *

Chapter 2

Frank Martine, MD, an endocrinologist, had his own successful Internal
Medicine practice.  He also did a shift at Mercy Medical where he helped
the young interns become doctors.  He saw a number of young transsexuals in
his practice and was delighted to help them through their transition.  The
practice was not planned as a TS specialty, but was rapidly becoming one.
The number of girls wanting to transition seemed to be demanding it.
Besides, being able to help so many, Frank truly enjoyed seeing the changes
manifest.  Watching boys going through female adolescence.  Squealing and
giggling, breasts developing and skin softening.  Even those over 40 years
olds were subject to the same elegant process.

Dr Harry Benjamin had pioneered a transitional regimen of hormone therapy,
which quickly stopped the production of testosterone, doing essentially a
chemical castration, as well as guaranteeing maximum mammary gland and
breast development.  Aspiring girls live full time for a year before being
allowed to have the "SRS," Sexual Reassignment Surgery.  Some practitioners
even make them wait three months, while living full time, to even begin
hormone therapy.  While this was not really what Dr Harry had advocated, it
became the standard in his name anyway.  At least that was the view of some
of his colleagues 20 years ago.

Frank's story............

I was just pulling into the driveway when my neighbor said, "Hi Dr Frank."

"Oh, Hi" I absently responded.  I was thinking of the new latex underwear I
had seen on my travels.  It had several holes with a heavy 'O' rings sewn
to strapping at each possible opening. Each could lock in a dildo.  In
other words, a dildo could be held in place for penetration in either or
both orifices, or it would hold a dildo in place for those who did not have
a naturally functioning one.  And they had special, hollow dildos for women
with a way for them to use it to pee while standing.

I had just returned from an AMA conference in St Louis and was happy to
have had the opportunity to dress as "Francine" to my hearts content.  I am
5'7" and weigh about 140 lbs.  While lean, I am not very hard or muscular.
It would have gone against my soft nature to be that way.  I am married and
have two wonderful kids, Karen and Timmy.

My wife, Sue, does know of my dressing, I had made sure she new I was a
cross dresser before we married 18 years ago.  When she feels like it, she
dresses me and we go out to the mall and have a wonderful girl day.  We
also enjoy it when she uses her strap-on and slips it in and out of my
cleaned, well lubed, and stretched anus.  She fucks me to her and my hearts
content.  But when I talked about really changing, living full time and
becoming a woman, she had me see a psychologist and now, just new, I was
"cured" or at least happy with my little time "en fem."  Right!  I was
absolutely frustrated.  I had secretly joined "www.URNotAlone.com" an
online organization of great transgendered gals just like me. In fact I had
several pen pals.  I just had to find a way to fulfill my life long dream.

I always kept my legs closely shaved and liberally creamed them daily.  My
long "clit" was normally tucked and taped back with my testes slipped in
place and held.  Plus my wife let me wear real lace and satin panties and a
soft camisole, all worn beneath my normal male attire.  I guess this should
have been enough.  Of course I had been on low dosages of estrogen for
years.  I was careful not to let my breasts get to large so I would have to
begin binding my chest.  Though, Sue did not seem to mind.  In fact she
encouraged me to take the estrogen and seemed to like binding my chest,
really tight.

Besides me, I was worried about Timmy.  He seemed so quiet and shy, very
polite, and really very sweet.  He reminded me of me when I was twelve.
Gawd, and that would have been before my voice changed.  How I cried when
it begin to crack and go deep.  It makes me wonder if Timmy might be like
me. It was just not really clear to me, how to know and be sure without
embarrassing him and driving his natural self under.  I needed to know if
he really was a young TS.  If only something would happen to show all of us
his, or her, true nature.

  Maybe Karen will bring it out of him.  She has mentioned Timmy's dolls.
Hmmm.  Sue, of course, may have some difficulty, but if she can handle it,
who knows how my life might change.

And then there is that hunk, Tom.  Karen has been seeing a lot of him.  He
is a medical student and has been over to speak with me about his options
for internship.  I shared my stories of long hours and semi slave labor,
but he felt the rewards would make it worth it.  He new Karen of course
from school and they were now dating.  They seem happy, though kind of
close for kids.  Oh well, in this day and age, who knows what kids might do
given the opportunity.

Sue sometimes gets so upset.  I just do whatever she wants during those
times.  Maybe it would make her feel better if she feminized me.  She could
dress me in pretty pink lace and nylon, tease up my hair and apply that
pretty pink glistening lipgloss I like so much.  When we are girls
together, I forget that I am anything but a girl.  I have been on estrodiol
and an androgen blocker for three years.  Sometimes Sue lets me know when
she is horny and I stop taking them for a few days, until I can perform.
Interesting how I feel about Karen's 'Tom' whether I'm on the hormones or
not.  Hmmm....

* * *

Sue had a dilemma, she knew her husband, Frank enjoyed his little episodes
cross-dressing, pretending to be female.  She really did not mind.  Girls
always had made her happy.  She had had her college roommate, Sara, a
number of times.  Mounting her with a strap-on dildo.  Both she and Sara
had enjoyed it a lot.  Nothing strange about it, really, thought Sue.  So
what if now she occasionally used her dildo on Frank.  Maybe she should
think of him as 'Francine' when thinking of those times.

Fran could be such a twit when her hormones dosages were changed.  Sue made
it a point to have her go on or off whenever she noticed his behavior had
stabilized.  Hmm, having trouble keeping the pronoun straight are we.  And
then it was really fun feminizing her ditzy 'husband.'  Well she would have
to come up with another noun to replace that one, hmmm, "housewife?.  Huhh,

She liked having Fran do all the cleaning and scrubbing.  She was becoming
a fair cook when she did not add to much seasoning.  She takes care of the
washing and does a great job crisply ironing Sue's shirts.  Sue just loved
military creases.  Fran also did the shopping, ran the errands and made
time to run and pick up little Tina when she needed a ride.

Sue smiled as she thought of her new daughter, Tina.  Not a bad life
really.  Possibly Frank should be Francine all of the time.  And she
guessed Francine could equally run a medical practice.  They say all a
doctor has to do is hang out a shingle and they can successfully be in
business.  Even without a lick of business sense.

Sue also was fascinated by the S&M and B&D cultures.  So many people enjoy
being trained.  Rather like training dogs, really.  Just do they're
thinking for them, be their enabler and you can have them do or be anything
you want.  And they just seemed to adore and worship you for it.  Yes, not
much different than running a dog obedience school, just smells better.

It was not that she wanted to inflict pain, not that she minded if the
person enjoyed it.  She definitely felt good when she was acting out her
own fantasies about training with strict discipline.  Forcing people to
really please her.

She had not told anyone, but she was running an on-line school for sissies
on the Internet.  There were so many men and boys, wanting to be trained to
be girls.  Or at least fantasizing about being forced to become sissies.
They were just afraid to go out on their own and this was a good way for
them to process their desires.  And on the Internet, nothing was sacred.
You could do or say anything.  It was all in the spirit of fun.  Besides
they just gave her lots of money using their credit cards.

So if Timmy was going to be like Daddy, maybe now was the best time to come
to grips with it and rid the world of yet another male.  Maybe two.  Hmmmm.

* * *

Tom could not believe his luck.  Not only was Dr Martine helping him with
his concerns about his internship, Karen was absolutely fabulous.  Now,
with Timmy as Tina, it just sent shivers of excitement through him.  Tom
had always really enjoyed little boys.  He had kept it his secret, though
he was sometimes hard when he helped at the Boy Scout outings and hiding it
was a pain.  Now Karen wanting him to help bring Timmy out, what an
opportunity to train him to be his little sissy fuck anytime he wanted a
tight assed kid.  It just did not get any better than this.  Maybe Dr
Martine would put Tina on the right dosage of estrogen and let her be a
girl.  He and Karen could both enjoy him, or her.  He had Tina keep her
dildo up her ass all the time, knowing it would be several years before she
completed the transition and had SRS.  Meanwhile, her muscles surrounding
the rectum would reform around the dildo closing off above it and providing
a real anal vagina.  This was an amazing adaptation by the body.  He had
only seen two shemales this way but could imagine the benefits.  Snicker,
great fun.  And if the clues about this family were right, there was a
potential future with that hot Mom of Karen's as well.

Tom had been stationed in Thailand when he had done his time in the
military.  In Thailand, girl/boys or "ladyboys" as they were often called,
were respected and readily available.  They would do anything for money.
He had kept several maids, who were really boys but loved living as girls.
He enjoyed them and their friends as often as he wanted.  It was so
wonderful fucking and sucking the tight little asses and dicks.  They loved
it so much.  In fact, when Tom got out of the military he had looked into
buying one, or he should say "sponsoring" one to live and work in the US.
He had not gotten around to it, but still, under the right circumstances it
might help him get through medical school to have a very young little sex
slave doing all the chores and highlighting the texts and anything else Tom
could think to do with him.  Life could be good.

Tom was going to be stopping by after class for dinner this evening with
the Martine's.  The thought brought a big smile to his face, as well as
some swelling in his pants.

* * *

"Hi Karen, how's our little princess?" said Tom.  How did your parents take
seeing Tina and knowing he wants to be a girl.  Oh ok, 'her!' then.  Don't
give me that look."  Karen led me into the kitchen where Dr Frank and Sue
were sitting at the kitchen table.

"Tom," said Mrs. Martine with her throaty voice and slow seductive smile.
I always felt there was more not being said by that woman, she was just so
hot.

Dr. Frank offered a soft little smile too as he raised his forearm while
letting his hand bend limply from his wrist, and said, "Tom you did a fine
job on the little nip tuck on young Tina.  It will help her develop and
evolve and be the girl she wants to be.  And by catching her now, she will
not lose that sweet soprano voice."

"Yes Tom," said Sue.  "Frank has studied the transsexual phenomenon and we
all agree that this is the right way to handle a transition for our sweet
Tina.  What you do not know is about Francine.  Since you and Karen were so
helpful for Tina, and did this so naturally, then it is about time we all
knew about Frank's passions also."  Frank looked at Sue. At first aghast,
and then a slow smile spread across his wide full lips.  His whole face lit
up and turned a deep shade of pink.

"What's up Dad?" said Karen.  And so I explained that for as long as I
could remember I had been plagued with the desire to be a woman.  I had
specialized in Internal Medicine so I could better understand hormones.
For all our years of marriage, Sue and I had been Sue and Francine whenever
we had the house to ourselves, but now it seems all the family's
restrictive concerns were being lifted.

Karen smiled and said, "Oh wow, two Mom's and a sister, four women sharing
the bathrooms.  Well at least we will no longer have to lower the lid on
the toilet.  We need to have our colors done together."

So with that, I got up and went upstairs to change.

I had no idea this would be the very last time anyone ever saw me as Frank.
I knew this was incredible.  I was beside myself with joy, almost in shock.
Oh what that woman had just given me.  I absolutely worshiped her.  For me,
she could not have been on a higher pedestal.  I don't know if she minds
that I worship her, but she is my goddess in life on earth.

I quickly shot off a message to Tilsa, a cyber friend from URNA.

"<<<<<<<tilsa>>>>>>> hey gf, sue outed me with my kids :).  timmy is now
tina and sue is being incredible.  I think this is it.  i am so happy."

* * *

Karen said, "Wow, Tina and Francine.  Mom, how are you taking it?"

"Well it's a lot, and suddenly," said Sue.  "But it is for the best.
Francine and I are really good girlfriends and I enjoy her that way."  Sue
seemed to have come to a decision.  "Tina will better assimilate into
society and find true happiness in this world which is becoming so
feminized."  With a quizzical look, she also said, "Karen, you seem very
happy of late.  Is it Tom?"

"Oh yes Mom, and Mom, could Tom occasionally stay over now that so many
other changes are coming about.  I don't want to hide our love and passions
any longer." Karen admitted.

"You are right Karen, it is time for all the old hang ups to be set aside,"
Said Mrs. Martine.  "And tell us Tom, do you have anything you want to
share about your true nature?"

"Well, Mrs. Frank," said Tom.

And about that time Tina came running into the room and plopped into Tom's
lap and gave him a big kiss and a warm thank you.

Tom slipped his hand up Tina's skirt and began fondling and pinching Tina's
wet little clit while saying "Well, Tina how pretty you are again today.
You just stay right where you are for as long as you like."

Sue gave Tom a knowing look and said, "I see Tom, well yes, we all have
room to play and be ourselves here."  "Karen, are you ok with this
development?"

Karen said, "Oh yes mom, Tina and I just love each other so much, we really
want to share Tom too." Tina lovingly looked from her beautiful sister to
Tom, and then just sighed.

"Well as long as you two don't monopolize Tom's time completely," Said
Sue. "He has a lot of work to do since his is the only functioning cock in
the whole family, you will be sharing him with me of course."  That brought
a round of laughs as Francine returned.

... I had chosen to wear my black, straight sheath and pearls.  My favorite
wig is a long brunette number, which really brings out my large chocolate
brown eyes and high cheekbones.  I said, "what's up?" to the room of
giggles and smiles.

Tom took one look at me, smiled and said to Sue, "sure Sue, there will be
enough to go around for all the Martine ladies."  I blushed.

"Oh well Tom, now don't be so elated, you will do your share of bottom time
under my strap on too," said Sue.  "So better get more of those thick
dildos and latex panty / harnesses for yourself and Francine as well as one
for our sweet little Tina."

Karen laughed, "Wow, more than I thought would ever happen.  What about
me?" she said smiling sweetly.

Sue gave her a big warm smile in return and reaching for her hand, saying,
"daughter, I will be sharing the fine art of being a successful dominatrix
with you."  You will get more and more from the girls and your young hunk,
while enjoying your own pleasures as much as you like, and in any way you
can possibly think of..."

She then turned to me and said "Fran, in a sharp, commanding voice, "Take
Tina and run to the grocery store.  Buy some nice flounder and prepare
dinner for us, now!"

I lovingly smiled at Sue and said, "Yes, of course, dear, anything you
say."  And turned to Tina and said, "let's go little princess, you have a
lot to learn about keeping your Mom and Sister really, really happy.  And I
see you have already found the way to Tom's..umm... heart!"

When we returned from the market with the makings for a scrumptious
flounder dinner, Karen was made up with much darker make up than normal and
had long, blood red nails.  She was wearing a black leather corset and
halter-top.  Her breasts barely held in.  She wore fishnet stockings with
no crotch and no panties.  Her six-inch glistening black patent leather
stiletto heels were just wildly erotic.  She was fondling Sue's breasts as
they bulged over the top of her own dark purple corset.  I saw Sue's
nipples were pierced and just stunning.

Sue had on her favorite strap-on dildo and was pumping away in Tom's ass.
Karen's head was sucking his dick like crazy as he pumped in her mouth
almost ready to cum.  He had his head buried between Karen's hot thighs,
where sucking and sputtering sound could be heard.  Tom gasped as Karen
pinched and twisted his nipples.  Sue reached out and slapped his ass hard
just as he screamed and shot off while arching his back and almost
dislodging Sue.  Karen could be seen doing a magnificent job forming a
vacuum around the head of his squirting dick and insuring she was getting
the very last drop.

"Ride 'em cowgirls" I said in passing.  Tina and I went into the kitchen to
begin preparing dinner.  The Kitchen was remodeled with natural stone
counter tops and new black and brushed stainless appliances.  One wall was
in a terra cotta red, which nicely offset the other three eggshell walls
and newly refinished kitchen cabinets.  Copper pans and bowls hung below
the crown molding.  I washed and slipped from my coat, hanging it in the
hall closet then straightened my hair and applied fresh lipstick before
donning my apron.  Tina did the same.  We smiled and I gave her a special
squeeze.  We returned to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.  Girl
time is so fun with a special daughter as she.  We giggled a lot.  My
breasts jiggled when I did.  I suggested Tina turn on some country music
for the activity in the living room, "in fact, Tina dear, Tom's big member
looked somewhat raw and might be ready for a good soft rubbing with
Neosporin."  Tina giggled and said "I'll get right on that 'Mom."

 I had been on estrogen long enough now that I could draw out that great
white milky fluid from my own breasts using a wine pump with those little
mushroom shaped corks.  I was careful not to permanently hurt myself
because it left my nipples so very sensitive and deep, deep purple and red
in color.  I could create a vacuum on my nipples and just leave the corks
on until I tilted them and broke the suction.  Then poured and drank that
glorious liquid.  I could do this for several times before giving them a
break.  As such, I had fantastically long sensitive nipples.  I made sure
they could be seen through my sheerest white gauzy bra and see thru
blouses.

Dinner was about ready so I thought I should check on my loved ones.  Wow,
I did not know a pile of bodies could have so many arms and legs.  Hmmm.
"Room for one more?" I jokingly asked.  Sue looked like the cat's meow
heavily made up with a really erotic look.  She must have just had her
nipples pierced because I had not noticed them before.  I wondered what it
might feel like.  Tina was now getting it in her ass by Sue while Tina was
also sucking Tom's big cock.  I giggled and said, "Now don't spoil your
dinner dears."  Karen was fondling Tina's little soft peanut.  I admired
her lovely breasts and long shapely legs.  "Well, sorry to spoil the fun,
but you will just have time to clean up for dinner.

What preceded a really fine fish sautéed in white wine with garlic and
shallots, basmati rice and a great Ceaser, was that the girls, and Tom all
ran upstairs to shower and change.  Karen and Tina came down in stunning,
elegant shimmering gowns with their hair up and fresh make up.  Sue and Tom
had on these leather numbers, with lots of studs.  Plus Tom wore these cute
latex shorts with a dildo locked in place up his ass.  Oh well....  I had
changed the country music for a nice Mendelssohn string quartet piece
called "Lullaby."

Dinner was superb.  Sue thought that flounder was a very fitting selection
for this night.  We followed dinner with decaf and rich dark chocolate and
nut nibbles.  After I had done the dishes and straighten up, I brought
fresh champagne into the living room.

Sue said, "Fran, oh good, perfect timing.  Why don't you come sit on the
dining room table on this clean white towel and just lie back."  "Tom,
Karen, let's get to work and help Fran become more of what she really
wants."  "Tina, go into the den and get 'daddy's,' well I guess we will
have to find an alternative term for that, medical bag."  I smiled and said
"thank you dears."  Sue seemed to be really enthralled with the whole
castration process.  Actually asked if she could cut them off herself.  It
made me so proud of the way she had come to terms with my desire to
permanently change my gender.



* * *



Chapter 3 (Fran)

Tina and Fran fast became like mother and daughter.  We shopped and primped
when there was time, what with all the chores and duties, cleaning, waxing,
"Oh a woman's work seems never to be done."  And then Sue went through some
interesting times as she truly became comfortable with her absolute and
total control over Tina and myself.

Sue did a bunch of reading on the Internet to see what she called "sissies"
were all about.  She did get some strange ideas.  She became especially
compelling when she decided Tina and I had not had proper potty training as
little girls and we should go through it all again.  She first decided we
should fully be broken of any existing habits by reverting to our infant
state.  She dressed us in diapers and little girl outfits.  She would not
let us ever remove them ourselves.  Nor could we use an adult toilet.
Though soon she was having us change each other.  It worked too.  Within a
short time, my control was completely gone.  I wet and messed constantly
and poor Tina was forever changing me.  Though she seemed to revert even
faster.

She moved us into our own nursery during this training period.  We each had
our own "crib" that we could not open ourselves.  We painted our nursery
room in delicate pinks and offsetting pastels.  Prints of bunny rabbits,
scenes of fairy princesses, damsels in distress, domineering witches and
knights in shining armor lined the walls.

Then when we were really without any control, Sue began spanking us each
time we wet or messed.  She really did not offer any alternative.  Before
we could be changed, "Wack!  Wack! Wack!" would be heard as she slapped our
behinds with her wide belt.

Then, she re-introduced the toilet.  Making sure we always cleaned it first
and used a seat cover.  Oh heavens, I am so glad she finally pronounced us
toilet trained and let us use a normal toilet, and wear normal panties.
Actually we wore those great latex panties with the dildo holes and straps.

You see the panty is used on Tina and I with a butt plug.  Sue and Karen's
have the possibility of using either or both an anal and vaginal dildo,
plus a tube from their urethra out through their dildos for easy peeing.
They come in all colors.

Tina was back in with Karen and I in my very own bedroom with dressing room
and large bathroom.  Sue did not want me sharing her bed any longer.  I
certainly understood this now that I was living as a woman.

At least I was back to wearing adult clothing.  Gone were the frilly
panties worn over the diaper and matching little girl tops.  We had a
wardrobe of those in many colors, but I figured Sue would use them and the
nursery for her Sissy School.  In fact, what she put Tina and I through was
probably just a test of an idea she had for the sissies.

* * *

Then we went through the period when she had me become prettier.
Electrolysis had already been started years ago.  Now we visited a plastic
surgeon and I first had these great, huge 420cc breast implants done.  My
facial bone structure was reshaped and made fully feminine.  My skin was so
smooth I truly was pretty.  And my waist and hips were reorganized with
liposuction while my hips and butt enlarged with medical grade silicone.  I
had lost a lot of weight, what with only lettuce, carrots and celery for my
diet.  And water of course.  I could have all the water I wanted.  Oh and
did I mention the rice cakes?  A special treat!

Slowly, procedure by procedure, my hairline was changed getting rid of the
male pattern baldness and the need for wigs.  First a bag inserted under my
scalp that was slowly expended with saline solution until the hair growing
skin was stretched covering twice the area.  Then a flap of skin, hair and
the artery supporting all, was rotated from the side and back of my head
across my forehead, one side at a time, about six months apart.  This gave
me a very natural hairline.  Scalp reduction and Micro Plugs hid the scars.
And of course, my trachea was shaved, reducing the appearance of my adams
apple and my brow bone was ground smooth.  While the surgeon did my
trachea, he also shortened my vocal cords raising the pitch of my voice.
My eyes were stretched and tilted up exotically and my forehead lifted,
arching my brows and opening my eyes more.  My face, eyes and neck skin was
stretched and the excess removed.  My jawbone was reduced and reshaped.  I
now have the cutest tiny little nose.  Michael Jackson, eat your heart out.
My cheekbones were enlarged.  The whole process was quite excruciating and
took a long time to complete.  But I am now so pretty.  And no longer ever
need to wear a wig.

Tina had done remarkably well on this "all American girl diet," which Sue
insisted we be on if we were being girls.  Tina developed very naturally as
a young woman and needed little in the way of enhancements, having caught
and stopped the testosterone poisoning so young.  She just did not have any
maleness to get rid of, thank goodness.

Whenever parents of young, potential transsexuals came to us, we advise
them the have their girls begin the transition process before adolescence.
It made such a wonderful difference to so many young lives.  Our practice
spread so we had therapists and voice experts.  Plus we had exercise and a
fitness program for young women.  Our practitioners all followed our
philosophy of doing our best to help the young transsexual women, making
the transition a wonderful and happy experience.

 Hmmm, It might be fun to have my nipples pierced too I mused, I could wear
a pair of nipple rings and run a chain from them through another ring on my
clitoris tip.  My goodness, how good it would feel with the chain sliding
and titillating my sensually erotic parts as I walked and swished.



* * *

Chapter 4 (Tina)

Tina and Karen were sharing the same bedroom, and clothes, and boy friends.
Tom enjoyed both these vivacious girls and Tina's parents could not have
been prouder.

Tina looked forward to the start of junior high school next week.  The
summer break was fun, but with so much having happened in her life, she was
alive with pure girl energy and rearing to go.  She was determined to be a
very popular cheerleader and someday, maybe even the Prom queen.

"Hi Tina." Said Beverly, "You must be a new girl here at Summerville
Jr. High, I don't remember you from last year. Are you finding your classes
alright?"

Tina smiled sweetly and said, "I transferred in from Monteview.  Actually
I'm Timmy Martine's cousin and will be living here now.  And yes, I could
use a guide for sure."

"Cool, we have much better Malls here, but I guess we should stay for the
classes" she giggled.  "Are you trying out for the cheer leading squad?"

"You bet I am and I really hope to get in.  I have been practicing all the
moves that I've seen on TV, besides I found this great outfit in
Summerville's school colors, which has to give me some points."

Bev smiled and said "Good luck.  Will you sit with me in Social Studies?
It is about to start. Oh do you know about the 'Welcome Dance' this Friday
night?"  She squeezed my hand.

That evening, Karen and I were doing our nails when she said, "This
curriculum for my Senior year is going to be tough.  But I have a great
Phys Ed class with Ms. Blunt.  She is so hot, I could just swoon every time
she calls on me.  Which I noticed she does a lot.  I have the largest
breasts in the class, I wander if that counts for her interest."

"Oh Karen, would you make up your mind if you want to suck dick or lick
vaginas." I responded.

"I like everything, I like you, you little dolt and you have everything!"

I smiled and squirmed closer to her.  "Really, you mean it."  I lifted my
hand and gently slid my fingers down her neck from her jaw to her shoulder.
She shuddered and lay back and took me in her arms.

"Oh you're my sweet, I absolutely do.  I get all squishy just remembering
our nights together.  My goodness, oh what you do to me.  I love tweaking
and pinching and sucking your big clit.

"Karen, When do you think they will let me get my vagina?" I asked.  "I
just can't wait.  I worry about the girls in PE seeing my little pecker.
Plus I so want to be ready to open myself for the basketball team as soon
as I can."

Karen giggled.  "Oh I bet you do you wanton bitch.  Mom and Dad think you
should wait awhile.  Besides you want the procedure that Dr. Mendieux from
Montreal does, don't you?  He won't do girls under 16.  It has something to
do with moving a section of the rectum into the vagina to give you normal
lubrication.  It is a riskier procedure than the one with the coat hanger,
though that does give you better depth they say.  And don't worry, Tom and
I will keep you in orgasms."

I just smiled and purred.

Several days later, Karen saw Bev and I walking home from the Mall and
stopped to pick us up.

"Oh hi Karen, this is Bev from my new school." I said as the door opened.

Karen smiled and said "Hi Bev, nice meeting you.  Pretty dress.  Jump in
girls and I will give you a ride.  Where are you going."

Karen was impressed with the poise and assurance she saw in Bev.  She was
very well put together for one so young.  She had long, thick red hair.
Probably a body perm she thought.  Her lips were wide and plump, green eyes
slightly slanted up at the edges.  Long lashes.  Her dress was a greenish
brown weave accented with fine gold threads.  Some light managed to stream
through the gauzy, flowing material as she moved, accenting her grace and
poise.  She wore a simple sandal in natural colors with an intricate weave
to the tiny straps that held them on.  She also had fine chains and
bangles.  Bev was altogether a very pretty girl, proud and poised.

"Oh we don't know, home I guess, we were just going to hang out." I said.

Karen drove us home and we all giggled as comments were made about the boys
we passed.  Karen said, "So Bev, got anybody special?"

"Not really" Bev sighed, "maybe someday I will."

When we got home Bev said her feet were bothering her.  Karen offered to
rub them.  Bev leaned her head back into my lap as she raised her feet and
placed them on Karen's lap.  I began rubbing her neck.  Karen slipped her
top over Bev's feet and rubbed her large pointed breasts against her soles,
deeply massaging her feet with her strong fingers.  Bev moaned, "This is
just to good for words."  I began kissing her forehead.  She looked up and
smiled sweetly.  "Oh yes she said and stretched reaching up to grace my
lips softly with her mouth."  Karen was now stroking her legs, thighs and
let her hand slip under Bev's skirt and into her pretty, white lace
panties.  Bev called out, "My, I can't take anymore of this without
responding in kind!"  Karen stood and helped Bev to her feet.  They
embraced and Karen leaned her head down while Bev arched her back lifting
her sensuous lips to meet Karen's.

I was just enthralled and began stroking my love toy but thought better of
it, pulling out my hand before she saw.  Karen led starry-eyed Bev to the
bedroom.

Karen lay partially on top of Bev, her hand stroking Bev from her lovely
mound and developing clitoris passed her urethra slit and slipped one
hooked finger gently into Bev's young vagina.  Bev moaned and wreathed
under Karen.  She lifted her thigh and was rubbing Karen's silky wet pelvic
opening with her upper leg.  They kissed deeply as their bodies entwined
and they let their bodies slide together naturally, rubbing up and down.
Karen's Finger tip found Bev's G-Spot and Bev let out a wild cry.  Bev
slipped her hand between her thigh and Karen's pulsating vagina.  Her thumb
slipped into Karen and the two girls began seriously wreathing, bumping and
grinding.  Their hi-pitched moans increased and became more rapid.  They
arched together and with a great cry of joy both girls' bodies went into
rapturous spasms.  The heady scent of their vaginal discharge was the
sweetest smell I had ever experienced.  They again kissed and lay in each
other's arms.

Bev reached out to me and took my hand, "Oh, girlfriend, we are going to be
really close."

I smiled and said "I am so happy for you and Karen.  You can come over
anytime, anytime at all."

Karen sat up and smiled, "Oh yes, and if there are any takers, my vagina is
ready to be licked clean."

I giggled and jumped to the task at hand.

* * *

Bev and I found school to be a drag but we loved the social life.  The boys
were not so bad either.  There had been that one uncomfortable moment when
I told Bev I had a penis, but she took it in stride saying she had learned
all about that sort of thing on Opra and it was ok.  In fact she became
protective of me.  We could not have been closer.

I was rapidly developing on the hormone therapy my "Mom" had me on.  She
said it would help me catch up with my girl friends.  Actually, by breasts
went beyond being super sensitive buds and began filling in within a few
months.  I was so excited.  I was an A cup right away and before the end of
the first year, a B.  When Bev realized how quick was my body's response to
Estradiol, she began using it too.  It was not long before we were
regularly sucking each other's nipples, oh so gently.  Come summer we would
be looking really hot in our two-piece suits.  And by the following winter,
we were filling out sweaters nicely.  I never did have implants and just
used a small amount of medical grade silicone to better shape them and my
hips too.

I was so afraid my secret would be revealed that I did not want to go out
with boys, even though they for sure turned me on.  Bev did, but I was
petrified.

Finally in the summer of my sixteenth year, I had my surgery.  I was so
excited when Dr Mendieux made me large enough to take a banana-sized dildo.
I wanted a larger vagina, but he explained it would stretch.  It did, in
width, but not much in depth.  Besides, he did not have as much material to
work with because of my orchiectomy.  Though a skin graft from my thigh
worked just as well.  Since the graft began at the vaginal opening and was
rotated, it had it's own blood supply and did not slough as part of the
healing process.  I had a very attractive functioning vagina, urethra,
hooded sensitive clitoris and naturally looking labia within a few months.

As soon as I could, I started dating boys.

"What do you think of that one" asked Bev,

"Oh he is hot," I said.  "I could just eat him up.  All those developing
lean muscles and that tight ass.  Plus he is taller than me." I purred.

"Well what are you going to do about it" she asked.

"Watch" I responded.

I strolled past Mike as he was standing talking to his friends.  He had his
pelvis strutting out like he was going to have his way any time now.  I
stopped a little in front with my back partially to him.  I lifted my hand
and flipped my gorgeous locks out of my eyes, thrusting my ass out towards
him.  Then I carefully leaned down and picked an imaginary piece of lint
from my narrow pointed shoes.  As I straightened I turned and made sure my
breast brushed against Mike's arm.  "Oh excuse me" I purred giving him a
heady smile.

Mike's breath caught and he said, "hi babe!" ... dah!

I smiled and brushed his cheek with the back of my hand making sure he
caught the red glimmer of my nails in passing.  "Really I am sorry to have
bumped you," I said as I stepped into him, letting his arm encompass me.

"Um ... so what you doin' tonight after school?" said Mike.

"Well," I responded with a pregnant pause and a slow, evocative smile,
"what ever comes up, Hon."

Later that day, Mike and I were walking out to his car.  His Dad had picked
up this '57 Chevy Truck, which Mike had managed to get running in his
Auto-shop class.  He had painted it jet black with a hi-gloss pearl coat.
It made it gleam.  Tom unlocked and opened my door and I got in sliding
across the bench seat to sit close to him.  He got in his side and after
pushing in the clutch and starting the engine, he shifted into first.  That
drove his hand into my inner thigh.  "Oh excuse me," he said as I thrust my
pelvis forward trapping his hand between the shift lever ball and my hot
juicy vagina.

"Oh it's ok" I said coyly, "I am just not used to riding with a man with
such a big stick shift ... on the floor."

Mike slipped the clutch slowly and we rumbled out of the parking lot.  Mike
lit a hand rolled cigarette asking if I minded and I said, "No Hon, let me
have a puff.  Oh my goodness" I exclaimed, "it is not tobacco!"

Fortunately it was Friday night.  Mike was not on the football team, so he
had none of the restrictions that the jocks had to live with.  We did talk
about going to the dance later.  Mike and I rode around, his truck rumbling
through each stop sign, while we cruised the strip and honked at his
buddies.  He seemed to like showing me off as "his girl."

We hit a popular drive-through for Burgers and malts, though I only had a
small salad.  Mike's friends were there.  When we got out of the car, I had
just added a brighter shade of lipstick, my lips were looking exceptionally
good since I also had my monthly botox treatment, just that morning.  He
took me in his arms and solidly and aggressively laid a deeply passionate
kiss on me.  His buddies giggled, Mike and I walked up to the table while
Mike strutted his stuff.

"Yo Mike, who's the chick?" asked Ponsey.

"Guys, I want you to meet the hottest chick at Summerville High, Tina
Martine." Said Mike smiling broadly while he stuck out his chest, (little
bandy rooster I thought.)

"Oooh," said Mary, "welcome girl!"  She was a bit older with very thick
blond curls and bright red lips.  She was wearing a stunning black leather
motorcycle jacket with a red bandana around her neck and a skirt that was
almost not there.  "Do you ride?"

"Not yet" said Mike "but soon she gonna be feel'n da wind in 'er face
riding b'hind me on my chopped Harley."  My eyes widened as I turned and
looked at him.  Oh my gosh, what have I gotten myself into.

Later that night, while dancing in the moonlight to a slow rhythm oldie,
Mike ground his big hard manhood into my pelvis.  He leaned into me while
managing to thrust his hips and seductively kissed me.  I arched my back
and slid my hips back and forth driving his rock hard penis back and forth
across my clitoris.  He moaned and began gyrating to his own tune.  I was
then concerned he might shoot off in his pants before I was ready.  I
needed to add some artificial lube in my vagina before I could take him.

"Mike, I need to take a powder in the ladies room before we go," I said
breathlessly.

"Yeah babe, I'll grab a smoke, but be quick, I'm not sure I can wait much
longer."  He chuckled.

I went to the lady's room and waited in line.  When I got to the stall I
peed and slipped a lubricating plug up my vagina.  It would melt and slowly
add lubricant to my already dripping hot vagina.  I also slipped off my
panties and was ready for anything.

Mike led me to his truck walking somewhat funny.  He had this silver camper
shell on the rear.  He lowered the tailgate.  I said, "here?" rolling my
eyes.

Mike laughed, "what you want some hotel girlie?  Get in."  I scampered into
the back, managing to not ruin my nylons.  It smelled like a jockstrap with
an overlay of motor oil.

"Yuck" I exclaimed, "have you ever cleaned this place?"  He rolled in and
closed the tailgate.  I scrambled forward onto the mattress.

He did not say a word, just took me in his arms and kissed me deep and
tenderly.  I instantly lost all thought of dirty socks and used oil.  I
pushed my pelvis into his while he tried to drive me through the floor.  He
began pulling at my clothing.

"Hey buddy, take it easy, I'll do it" I said as I slipped out of my dress.
I then realized he had unzipped his Levi's and had no underwear.  He pulled
off his T-shirt while I took off my bra before he had the chance to rip it
off.  He was big and I was suddenly scared.

Oh shit I thought to myself, Oh well I know of a way to save this day.  I
quickly went down on him turning my body so I would be sitting on his face.
He responded by grabbing my hips and driving his roughly shaven whiskers
into my pubic bone.

"Oh God I exclaimed sputtering with the hard pulsating cock, which I could
barely get my mouth around.  I swear it was as big around as a beer can.
You never know by looking at a guy, you just never know.  What Mendieux
could have done with all that material.

I was sucking away when he suddenly pulled out, flipped us over and grabbed
my calves pushing them back over my head.  He tried to drive it in to the
hilt when he exclaimed "Jesus, a tight fucking virgin."  He slowed down and
grabbed some grease and lathered the whole area.

I screamed as he began pushing it in with all his might.  He was strong and
something had to give.  The bloody mess he made should convince him I was a
virgin when and if he ever tried to clean up in here.

He actually managed to get completely in and began pumping it in and out.
He reached down with his mouth and sucked hard on my protruding nipple.  I
screamed again.  Slowly though I began getting into the rhythm.  My hips
pulled back to match him as he would pull out, then he would thrust in
trying to stick it in beyond my ovaries (right) as I gyrated towards him.

He mumbled, "You do anything like a diaphram to keep from gett'n preg?"

I rolled my eyes and said "it's ok, go for it stud."  With a final thrust
and scream from me, he shot off a huge amount of creamy white cum.  If only
he had done that in my mouth.

Jesus, welcome to the ex-virgin club, I thought.  No romance, no orgasm.  I
did a satisfactory job of getting him off though.  And I resolved to be
careful and look for guys with slender tapered small dicks in the future.

Oh, and I was never - ever on his Harley!

* * *

Chapter 5 (Fran)

Oh what a wonderful family and wonderful, fulfilled life I began to live.
Always dressed in lovely full skirts and dresses, my tiny waist squeezed
and shaped with a corselet.  My full breasts seeming to giggle on their own
atop this great foundation and always showing maximum cleavage.  I shopped
the world over for the latest designer styles.  I was completely engrossed
with my femininity.  Sue took care of any sexual desires occasionally when
I was allowed to give her joy.  She let me keep my own male lover for a
time while I became proficient at giving good head.  But I found I didn't
like the smell of men, the messy unconscious way they lived or their
insensitivity to color and style.  They seem to think that Male Privilege
still exists.  Oh but we women are doing a good job killing that myth.

Tom arranged for several Asian ladyboys to come to stay and work for us.
They then did all the chores.  Of course since I had the house to run, I
directed them in their activities.  I kept them on a great deal of estrogen
and they were always made up and dressed as pretty little maids, when they
were not being used for heavy sexual activities.  They were so grateful.
It added a new line to the family business and was actually quite
profitable.  We found, for a reasonably large fee, we could place them in a
good home once they were properly trained.  We fully recovered our
investment.  And what we made from the phone sex and escort services we ran
with those boys was pure gravy.  I just loved coming on to complete
strangers over the phone while they were stroking themselves into a frenzy,
and they paid me for it.

It also introduced Sue to the New York slave clubs.  She swould take Karen
and Tom and they would sometimes buy young slave boys and sell our pretty
Asian ladyboys and graduates from her Sissy School."

Tom came out while in New York finding he really enjoyed the constant
orgies with other men.  He had developed an anal vagina of his own.  We
lost him to the family practice for a while during this stage.  I last saw
him stretched in a leather and chain harness spread eagled while several
young men fucked his pulsating ass and whipped him under the strict
direction of this gorgeous hunk of a man with a shaved head and small blond
goatee who was madly singing Wagnerian opera.  Ha!.  Though Tom did
eventually come back to us.

 Sue insisted we incorporate the Medical Practice and other family
businesses.  She became Chairman and CEO of course, keeping absolute
control of all finances.  In this way we became less noticeable personally
and just another corporate business with layers and layers of US and
foreign corporate shells hiding actual legal ownership and responsibility.
We just maximized profits in anyway we could.  Just business.  Besides,
there was definitely a strong market for our services, now that the
Internet had made sure nothing was sacred.

As far as the medical practice, I am mostly advising now.  We test and
regularly adjust hormones for the many young boy/girls who come through the
door these days.  Keeps them ditzy.  I like to have them begin hormones as
soon as they would like, long before their families know of their impending
change.  It makes it so much easier on them to be able to just show their
developing breasts and softening features when they do feel it is time to
present themselves to their families or employers.  We have a very good
success rate.  We found another physician to do the Male to Female
surgeries while Tom was gone.  Though on his return, Tom and the
replacement surgeon still had more business than they could keep up with so
both stayed on.  Plus we now have a women physician who has specialized in
the Female to Males procedures.  That required a whole new wing to our
expanding medical center to fully accommodate this program and service
these young men.  They become really good looking guys who we keep
incredibly horny with lots and lots of testosterone.

We have been able to franchise "Dr. Fran Martine Transitional Medical
Centers," normally referred to as "tMed Centers," in all the major cities
in the country and are looking at going international.  A number of my old
URNotAlone.com friends work for us allowing them all the room they want to
safely be pretty and sweet, all the time.

Karen actually runs the business on a day-to-day basis with that iron
firmness that Sue taught her so well.  That is when she isn't occupied
checking to see if the many transitioning girls are not yet ready to enjoy
being a bottom for a really hot woman.  She strongly advocates orgies as a
therapy tool.  She also contributes a lot of time and money running the
local Girl Scout programs.  Helping young girls be proud of their
femininity and to be strong in spirit as well.  She encourages them to
bring their younger brothers of course, initiating early goddess worship
training.

We have an alumni contribution program.  Each patient agrees to this before
they have their surgeries.  In this manner we have a large fund built up to
help those girls who are financially strapped when they begin.  Of course
they pay it all back with interest.  We see to that by tracking their
social security earnings from available data on the Internet and billing
them monthly on a sliding scale.  Everyone wins.

The stream of young boys and men of all ages, especially those in mid life
crisis come through our doors.  It does not seem to be letting up.  It is
somewhat amazing that so many more men are opting to develop their
femininity.  You would be amazed at how many men are on estrogen and
experiencing female adolescence, many starting after 40.  And for every TS
who goes through the full transition, at least one hundred stay TG or
Shemale, enjoying being women while not letting go of their functional male
equipment, but still enjoying living as women fulltime.  While others
remain married and in traditional jobs as men, doing there best to fulfill
their drive to be female by playing a fantasy of being women, mostly on the
side, mostly in secret.  There is room for all, and it is all the same
motivation that drives the experience.  Though here at the tMed Center, we
make it a truly safe and easy environment for them, where any and all their
needs can be met.  And many give up that stressful life and become girls.
Straight life just does not have much attraction for trans-women.

* * *

"Tilsa, have you been on URNA.com lately?" I asked, seeing her in the
medical lab.

"Why yes Fran," Tilsa smiled and relaxed from making her rounds for a
moment.  She said, "I still keep in touch with the girls.  I used to say, I
thought it was important to remember my roots, but since I began working
here at the tMed Center, remembering my roots is not something I need to do
anything about."

"Do you miss being in stealth?  What, you were a 20 year post op with a
normal life in the straight world. Albeit, you were a bottom to a stone
butch lesbian partner, still you were always in stealth accept for the few
friends you kept in touch with from your transition," I said noting how hot
she looked, how short she wore her skirts with those long legs.  I just
loved her amber earrings.

Tilsa leaned back putting a strain on her tMed Center nurses uniform with
its front zipper trying to keep her abundant breasts captured.  "Fran,
stealth time is a normal part of the transitional process for those of us
who seem to pass.  But eventually, a girl does get tired of living that
secret as much as she did when she lived the secret as a pre op."

"Well are you happy now that you and Gina are together?" I said, I had
wondered about this in the past, being somewhat surprised that Tilsa had
actively chosen to come back out and had taken a sister post op as a
lover. "And working here amongst all these transitioning T's?"

Tilsa smiled while leaning forward to better adjust the cleavage of her top
and said, "Oh yes, dear, I cannot get enough of Gina.  She is so very hot.
Not just her gorgeous body, but her energy as well.  I only need to think
of her and I begin to get squishy down there.  When we are together, if I
put my hand on her tummy, she begins spasming, that is how much of a hair
trigger she has.  Just becomes a rolling and never ending orgasm."

Wow I thought.  Could it be a hormonal thing?  But Tilsa thought no.  It is
a natural mental / physical adjustment. It is an incredible adjustment for
the mind.  Testosterone drove male sexual energy and that is gone, but the
well-developed synapses are still there.  Hence the hair triggered orgasms
without hardly any stimulation.

"Hmm, well it is an interesting theory Hon," I said with a smile, then
leaned into her offering her a soft passing kiss, she came to me the rest
of the way and gave me a sweet sisterly kiss.  I smiled, said I would see
her around and continued down the hall.

Wow, what a difference, I was mentally comparing Tilsa with Lindsey.
Lindsey is a "non op" TG, whatever that is.  Maybe just plain scared is
what she is.  Holding tight to her sense of responsibility and family
values.  Oh and there she is now.

"Hi Lindsey" I said as she came out of Dr Garfield's office.

"Hi Fran," said Lindsey, I was just getting my monthly hormone shot.  "I
love the mix that Dr G gives.  He says it is the one developed by Dr. Harry
Benjamin in the '50's.  5cc of Schering estrogen (10 mg's to the ml) and
1cc of hydrogyprogesterone both in a time releasing oil base IM injection.
It releases over the month.  Plus 2.5 mg's of Premiran a day."  Though many
girls preferred 2mg of Estrodiol twice a day.  "This is my pre op dosage.
I suspect you take a lot less," she said with an envious smile.

"Well yes," I said, "I just take 2mg's of Estrodiol in the morning and 2mg
of Ginette35 at night.  Ginnette35 is a European congegated estrogen, which
is mostly Cyproterone.  It replaces Provera, an androgen blocker that I
found caused un-enjoyable mood swings."

Lyndsey, like most of the girls assumed I was post op since I had been
living now as Fran for almost 10 years.  My hormone replacement therapy was
now the same as that of a post op, only Sue did not want me to finish the
process.  This way we could legally remain married.  With my medical
license and name being behind our rapidly sprawling business interests.

Lindsey, like many non or pre op girls, lived and worked as men, married
with families and getting up in years.  The tMed Center offered changing
rooms for these girls to use to become themselves for their appointments,
or any other time they wanted to use them while in town.  At the Sissy farm
in the foothills, we offered well appointed resort style rooms for them to
use on the weekends.  I felt sorry for Lindsey, I new in her heart she was
truly a transsexual yet she felt her family values had to come first.
Though it made me just want to cry to watch her in her misery.  At least
the hormones helped.

* * *

Tina has finished college and is singing for the Cosmopolitan Opera as
their Soprano Diva.  She is very tall and oh so lovely.  Her chest expanded
with all those years of singing exercises and she sings much more strongly
than other women, but with a pure soprano voice.  She thinks of herself as
the last castrati.

She has a boy friend she lives with; Spike, and they live off the French
Quarter in New Orleans.  She and Spike enjoy dressing up in elegant high
style fashion and picking up young men and women for their pleasures while
walking home from the Opera.  They say they sometimes think they notice
Lestat in the crowd.

Karen and Tom are still married.  Though Karen can normally be found with a
covey of wildly sensual trans-people.  While the majority of us try men as
lovers at first, most prefer the company of women.  Karen is all woman and
these girls will do just anything to please her.  She is in heaven with all
the attention.  And says TS and TG's are really a wonderful blend of the
best of male and female.

Karen does let Tom occasionally stay with her, and he keeps Sue satisfied
first of course.  He is a fine surgeon.  But mostly now he hangs out at the
local gay bars.  The t-girls who come to him just love him.  He gives each
the opportunity to show their stuff.  And often invites them for extended
weekend trips to our resort and hideaway in the foothills where Sue
normally holds her sissy training sessions.  The demand for the sissy
sessions is incredible and pays very us well; she plans to push it as part
of the national franchise rollout.  Tom participates by allowing the
sissies to learn specialized training in blowjobs with his personal touch.

My dear glorious Sue, what a vixen she has become.  She loves to hang out
in New York at the sex slave market and parties.  I just never know what
she will want me to do or wear.  But I lovingly do anything she commands
with absolute adoration and devotion.  It is amazing what I, and others
will do when she uses that authoritatively commanding sharp voice.  ...Just
anything.

Ha!

* * *

"Fran, can I see you for a moment?"  Tom was standing in my office door
with a disgruntled look on his face.

"Sure," I said, "come in and close the door, I was about ready to come see
you myself."

"Oh?" He said, "Need some fun?"

"Ha, well actually yes, I was hoping to catch you before you left for the
weekend." I said with a smile.  "But you came to me, what is it Tom?"

"You will see in a moment anyway, I need you to look at a wound and run a
blood test, I did not want anyone else to know." Tom said.

"Hmmm, sounds serious.  Come in, where is it."  Tom closed the door and
locked it.  Then came over to me and dropped his drawers.

"I must say Tom, this is an intriguing entrance." I smiled, "Tom said well
just look at it, no, I don't want it sucked, just look closely."

I took Tom's large luscious penis in my hand.  It squirmed and felt similar
to Nassau Grouper I recently shot while diving in the Bahamas.  Turning it
I exclaimed "My God Tom, were you bitten?"

Tom looked sheepish and said "Actually yes.  I was at that club your wife
likes to go to in New York.  This guy dressed like Dracula came on to me
doing the 'I want to suck you blood' routine.  He went down on me and damn
near bit the end of the damn thing off."

"Jesus Tom" I said, "this is serious.  Can you imagine how much blood would
spurt from that thing while it was getting hard?"

"Yeah, I know, I hauled off and knocked his ears off, he only laughed and
said 'I said I wanted your blood."

"It must be this Dracula / Buffy / Ann Rice Vampire craze catching on.  You
might want to keep it in your pants.  Though I don't think you need
stitches.  Here I will put on this 'Nemo' bandage I save for the kids."

Tom grinned and looked down sheepishly.  I drew his blood for a white cell
count test as he had asked.

"So Fran, you wanted to see me also?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you would like to give my soft peanut a good
sucking?  It has been a long time and it should be exercised from time to
time."

Tom smiled slowly and said, "Lift your skirt girl."  Tom went down on my
small member, carefully lifting it with his tongue and getting good suction
with it fully in his mouth.  He squeezed my round ass and drove his face
deep into my lap, pulsating in and out.  Oh so slowly, my little pecker
began to fill, almost to a semi hard state, Tom nipped at the head a little
bit and I just moaned.  He slipped his had under my butt and slipped one
finger into my ass, curling it and pushing it deep into my prostrate gland.
Abruptly I arched my back thrusting my hips forward experiencing an orgasm
without much ejaculation, just a small amount of salty fluid.

We kissed and Tom got up off his knees.  "Fran, why do you put up with it?
Sue berates you behind your back and acts like you don't exist or
humiliates you to your face.  This successful business is all based on your
hard work and dedicated effort, but the way the legal ownership is
structured, she could kill or throw you out and she would get everything."

I lowered my head and said, "I know Tom, but you don't understand the joy
she brought to my life.  I am transgendered but still have my family, my
wife and two wonderful children.  A great prosperous business and the
respect of the community."

"Bull shit" said Tom, "it just is not worth it with what that bitch does to
you."

I rose and Tom took me in his arms pulling me close, his hand firmly
gripping my round ass.  We kissed deeply, his tongue penetrating my mouth
and sending chills down my spine.  Oh I missed this bodily contact.

Suddenly the locked door exploded open, splinters of wood from the latch
flying through the air.

Sue stormed in wearing a tight fitting black linen suit with white piping
and sharp creases.  The short skirt showing the full length of her long
gorgeous legs accented by her Jimmy Choo eight-inch silver stiletto heals
with their two inch platform toes.

"How dare you two carry on in my Medical Center without my permission!" she
screamed.  People were standing in the hall aghast.

She drove through the room, her Gucci bag flinging from her arm, grabbing
me by the ear, twisting it hard and pulling me down, saying," Tom you get
the fuck out of here and never show your sorry ass in this place or to
anyone in my family again.  You got that buster!"  She pulled me across the
room by my ear and dragged me down the hall as I tried to run, my heels
clicking.

Outside, she flung me into her van through the back where she had a caged
area blocking it from the front.

"Sue" I started to say.

"Shut up you slut, unless I give you permission to speak.  You are going to
pay for this big time you groveling pig.  You have no idea how I am about
to make you suffer."  We bounced down the road.

* * *

"So Detective, any clues?"  Detective Dick Manley was hunched over just
outside the back door of Summerville's Police station lighting his
cigarette.

"Yeah," he said standing and taking a deep drag, coughing, his second
cigarette of the day.  "But wow," he exclaimed," I hope I never see another
corpse of one of those again, with both breasts and a penis.  It turned out
to be a Dr. Frank Martine, once we were able to identify him from his
dental records.  Though several of his teeth had been knocked in.  The boys
at the morgue had real fun with that one.

"My God, how is that possible, Dr Martine is, was a successful woman in the
community." Said Sergeant O'Riley of the 12th precinct.  He was sure he
would get the straight skinny on how to think about this tonight on Fox
News and come Sunday in Church.

"Well you never know when folks get into weird alternative life styles.
The women's church groups are probably going to get the Medical Center
closed.  It appears it was just a bunch of dickless wonders and queer
perverts having sex orgies anyway."

After a moment he added, "Thank goodness that some things are still
sacred."

* * *