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I didn't write this story. I found it on the Nifty archive.
I corrected quite a lot of spelling and grammar errors.
To Nostrumo: why are submissions on Nifty without contact addresses?
Do the authors request that their submissions are anonymous?
To reply to this please remove the "del.this." from my address.
Monica
TG, body-exchange (sf), f masturbation §§§§§§§§c
Here's a story that I am the author of. If there is a demand I will
add on to it. It is a self contained Transgender stroy but there could
certainly be more to it. That's why I say if you want more let me
know. All the standard disclaimers apply. Must be over 18, deals with
transgender issues and also some growth items. All the people in the
story are ficiticious, i.e. I made up the names and are no relationship
to any real person living or dead. Enjoy.
Organ Transplant
by Bad Irving
I had been having one of those days. Nothing but nothing was going
right. One step ahead and two steps back. I had even dropped my
wallet while waiting in a lunch line. Money, credit cards and pictures
spilled all over the floor.
I thought my day had really taken a turn for the better when the new
good looking and very busty secretary came up to me and with a huge
smile on her face said "Can I have your organ?" I smiled back at her
and before I could say anything she burst out laughing and handed me
the organ donor card that had dropped out of my wallet. At this point
the whole lunch line broke out laughing; no my day wasn't getting
better. I said "thanks" and put the card back in my wallet.
Eventually I made it through the day; conducting one mind numbing
interview after another, getting in a heated debate over some
nonsensical points with the higher personnel office and having to
counsel other staff members on their performance. It was with a relief
that I made it to the parking garage and got into my jeep for the hour
drive home.
Obviously, I had hoped in vain that the drive home would get better. It
was bumper to bumper traffic the second I got on the freeway. Well
maybe I would make it home in two hours. As I waited in traffic my
mind ran back over the day. Oh, no not that again; it would be better
to concentrate on something nice in the day. I didn't want to be so
upset that the second I got home I would get in an argument with the
wife. That would make this day just perfect! No I had to find
something nice and relaxing to think about. My mind floated back to
the secretary. I could think about her; well before her joke on me.
What was her name? A Laura I believe. Cute face with shoulder length
hair; but, she had the most incredible body. What a figure, nice long
legs leading to wide hips with a wonderful rounded ass; narrow waist
and two of the largest breasts I had ever seen. Most woman probably
would call them too big (ha, as if there were such a thing). They were
perfect. Oh, how I loved large breasts. I could just play with them
for hours. I wished my wife had some decent sized breasts other than
her A cups.
Time to get my mind back on the road the traffic is letting up.
Finally, there was a break and we got up to an astounding 70 mph. Maybe
it wouldn't take two hours to get home after all. After cruising a few
minutes Laura reentered my mind. I wondered what size bra she wore. I
would bet at least a DD cup. Then I wondered how big her nipples
were.... Good Grief that car's stopped! I slammed on the jeep's brakes
careful not to over ride them. Years of training and cross country
experience paid off as I expertly brought the jeep to a controlled stop
missing the car in front of me by a good two feet. I was still
congratulating myself on a great "save" when I glanced in the rear view
mirror. Apparently, that semi coming on me fast didn't have a driver
with my experience. Damn, maybe if I throw the jeep
into...............................
It's all white. I can hear but I can't move and I can't see! From the
sounds I am around people in a a a what? Oh, now it's starting to
hurt. Man, my head feels like it's going to explode. What's going on?
Wait, the truck! It had to have hit me, I must be in a hospital. I
wonder how bad I am banged up? Shit, I must be all screwed up if I
don't even remember the accident.
Ok, one thing at a time. Let's try to talk if I can do that maybe
somebody is here that could tell me about me. Come on voice talk. Wow,
I can feel my mouth and jaw trying to move but it's difficult. No it
won't work. How could that be? I never heard of anyone with a neck
injury that paralyzed their jaw. Let's try something else then. Come
on body move. Nothing. Then I passed out.
Gee, more whiteness, there's a surprise. Hold on, I am hearing better.
I can make out individual voices now. Ok we tried the voice last time
(I wonder how long ago "last time" was?), lets try this body thing
again. Just lying here I can feel my body. That's an improvement,
Before it was total nothing. Feet, legs, arms, hands, fingers and my
torso, I can feel them all. Yea! If I can feel maybe I am not
paralyzed! But even if I am not what about being blinded? One thing at
a time lad. Let's try this body thing first. Fingers and toes, let's
give it a go. It feels weird like the instructions to my body aren't
understood? Wait, there it goes! I got the trigger finger on my right
hand curled and my left big toe is wiggling! YES. But boy it's like a
wave came over me with that little effort and I passed out again.
Here we are again, yet more whiteness and an undetermined amount of
time since my last black out. I can feel my face now. My head is
wrapped. Must be gauze. No wonder all I see is white; it's over my
eyes! It sounds like people are around me now. Let's try the voice
one more time. A moan, I got out a moan! Yes, I made a sound!
The person/persons in the room have gone wild. They are all yelling at
once. What is the big deal? It sounds like they are yelling about me
but it's hard to make them out. Till one of them come over and asks
"Can you hear me?" Oh, great, all I can do is moan and they want to
ask questions! Well, let's give it a go again and yet another moan is
heard. The crowd really loved that one. I didn't. What am I suppose
to do, be the incredible moaning man the rest of my life? I am going
to say a word even if I have to scream one. Wait, the moaning bit has
them unimpressed. Some are saying it's a coincidence and pure
biological. What kind of hospital would have people talking like that?
But, the voice came back to me "Can you hear me? Moan twice if you
can." Oh bugger this! Wait, I think that's it, I can feel my lips,
tongue and throat. It's time to talk! Well, I am whispering but it
still qualifies and I give out a very quite "Yes, I can hear you,
should I moan anyway?"
They went plumb bugged crazy at that one. What, I can't recover? What
a bunch of nice guys. The voice came back to me and what it asked I did
not hear as I passed out again.
This time when I woke up all seemed different. I was having feeling
throughout my body and for the first time since the accident I felt
like I was in control of my various body parts but I still didn't feel
"right". Also, while I still had bandages on my head, I hear that
somebody was in the room with me. I asked "Is someone there?" Finally,
a strong voice but it sounded so weird. Maybe my hearing has been
affected. The voice sounded so high it was like somebody else speaking.
The person in the room made an audible gasp. "We didn't think you
would wake up again. Glad, to hear you." From the sound of the voice
it must have been a young fellow speaking to me. I responded "What
kind of hospital is this? You didn't think I would wake up? I am glad
you guys didn't pull the plug on me!"
My unknown companion responded "This is a research facility not a real
hospital, we didn't think you would ever regain consciousness. Can you
move?"
I said, "Wait, I was moving last time I was awake. There look I am
moving my right hand. Say, this might be easier if I could see. Can
these bandages come off my head?"
He started jumping up and down and screaming eureka. He yelled "Take
off your bandages! Baby, I'll strip you naked if you want, this is the
greatest medical breakthrough in 100 no 200 years." and with that he
ran out of the room. Guess, what? Yea, he left the damn bandages on
my head; plus, I could now feel my arms and legs were restrained. No
wonder they were hard to move!
It had been a lot of exertion but I hadn't passed out. Now, that I was
alone I had time to reflect on what he had said. Research facility?
They hadn't expected me to wake up? Big breakthrough? What the devil
was going on with and to me!
Now a whole team of folks came in the room. They all jabbered at me at
once. Finally I had to say "Look, my hearing and feeling are not what
they used to be but they are getting better. However, if you want me
to answer anything you will have to ask one at a time. Then I added,
please get these damn bandages out of my eyes! I want to see, please!
And can these restraints come off of me?"
An older sounding fellow started barking orders. I could feel the
straps being undone and I could keep on hearing guys saying "Sorry
baby", "Oh honey we didn't mean to", or "Darling we had no idea." What
the hell was that gibberish?
Then the old voice said. "Hold on, don't release all those restraints
yet and get that bed to an up right position I want to talk to our er
patient face to face".
They were raising my bed so I went to a sitting position. It was then
that I noticed for the first time that my body certainly was not
alright. I didn't feel the right size? Something was wrong with my
chest and as I had weight put on my butt it felt huge.
Ignoring my new body sensations I was more concerned about my
restraints and vision. I said "Can't I get to see and get these
horrible straps off me?"
"All in due time. You have been through some very delicate surgery and
it might still be possible for you to damage yourself. We have to
prevent that. But first, who are you?"
"Who am I? Don't you know?"
"It's a standard question for head traumas."
"Fine, Mr. Voice in the darkness. Mind you if I could see you, it
might even be easier to talk. I am Eugene Martin."
I heard at least two maybe more people gasp in the room. "What did I
say?"
"Nothing you said Eugene, it's just that some people weren't prepared
for that answer. I remind my colleagues that this is as I predicted
could possibly occur. Dr. Van Owen's theories are just that. There
was no memory loss due to the process and further the entire
personality will be intact.
MISTER Martin I apologize. You have undergone major brain surgery. I
will explain more in a few moments. In the room with us are six of my
colleagues that doubted that my procedure had any chance for success.
Let me assure you that if I had not been granted permission to conduct
my experiment at this time you would be very dead. But, for right now
would you please explain to them who you are and what happened to you
before you got here?"
"Let me get this right you want me to sit here blinded and play 20
questions with you and your colleagues? I choose not to play after I
answer this question until I get to see. I am Eugene Martin, I am 42
years old, I have a wife, 2 kids, both boys, I work for the County as a
Personnel Director and I am a disabled vet. My jeep was plowed into by
some yahoo semi driver that couldn't pay attention to the road and here
I am. Now get these bandages off!"
Once again there were gasps in the room. This was getting silly. I
wanted to say boo and scare them. There was a lot of murmuring that it
just wasn't possible and that "she" couldn't possibly remember those
things.
"Mr. Martin, you came to us four weeks ago. Surgery was performed on
you at that time. That surgery involved opening up your entire skull
cavity. You must understand that you came to us dead. Your body had
"died" due to massive injuries shortly after reaching the hospital.
Actually it was crushed and how you had managed to live that long was a
wonder. Because of your organ donor card they kept your body alive via
artificial means for as long as possible. My research group "Bio Life
Inc" had been on the organ recipient list for a long time. When you
became a ah "available" the tissue profile proved to be a cross match
for our other er a patient that had recently arrived. This was a very
rare occurrence and we had to act rapidly. Therefore you were flown
here and the operation took place."
"Now wait a second. How could I be flown if I was so badly injured?"
"This is why I wanted the restraints left in place. The next
information can be very distressing and if you were to flail around you
could injure yourself. Do you want me to proceed or have you had
enough for today?"
"Come on. Tell me. And take these bandages off my eyes!"
"We will take the bandages off your eyes when you ask. The arm and leg
restraints will need to remain another couple of days. Then we will
try to get you up and around. But to get on with the story. Get ready.
Your brain was removed from your body and flown here iced down in a
very special oxygen rich liguid and jell packed organ transplant bag.
Upon arrival it was place in another body that had only suffered from
brain damage from carbon monoxide poisoning. With that action we
subjected the cranial cavity with a massive influx of fetal cells to
allow the nerve connection to attach. This portion of the procedure
was critical as it not only made the wiring of the brain to the body
possible but created a condition where the body accepted the brain as a
native organ so no rejection of your brain could occur. This is the
result of 30 years research on my part and holds untold possibility for
injured and paralyzed people across the world. My colleagues here not
only thought it could not be done but predicted you to die a few hours
or days after the operation. They further stated that a complete
recovery or even consciousness was impossible. Congratulations Mr.
Martin you have made history!"
"Wait, don't take these bandages off my eyes yet. Doc what is your
name?"
"Richards"
"Dr. Richards..........................."
I couldn't think I was just dumb struck by what he said. Slowly things
were starting to make more sense to me. Babe, honey, darling are what
they had called me; they said she when talking about lifting me. My
body didn't feel "right".
"Dr. Richards, I am a woman now?"
"Yes, Mr. Martin you are a woman. The body that was used to support
the operation was that of a 19 year old woman that had well expired
from carbon monoxide poisoning. She was very healthy, without any
history of personal or family medical problems, same race as you,
within the norms for physical characteristics and was not pregnant at
time of death. We could not have used the body if it had been pregnant
at time of death."
"Shit" was all I could say. So, I am dead but not dead? I am now a
woman. Good news, I am now 20 plus years younger and I am not
PREGNANT!! That possibility is going to take some getting used to.
"Would you take the bandages off my face now? And well all
considering, don't call me Mr. Martin. I don't think I am ready for
Ms. Martin though, could you just call me Gene?"
"Smith, take those bandages off Mr. Mar, I mean Gene and make sure the
head restraints remain in place. Sorry another two days. We just have
to be safe. Also go get her a mirror please".
The bandages came off and all I saw was a blaze of many colors. Then
slowly I began seeing shapes. The shapes turned into images and I was
seeing. "Why hello there!" I was so pleased that I could see that I
forgot the immediate conversation. That is I forgot it for about 2
seconds. "Crap got so excited that I could see, I forgot that there
was bigger news to consider. Please hold that mirror so I can look at
myself."
I looked into a stranger's face, which was now mine. The first thing I
saw was a clean shaven head. They must have used something to keep
it.. "Hey, am I bald!?"
"No Jean, we just use a depilatory on it to keep it assessable incase
we had to reopen the area. We were going to let it start to grow back
and now most certainly we will."
That's a relief to find out you're a woman and then to find out you're
a bald woman! Oh my. But now I could look at the rest of my face. It
was somebody else's face. A girl's face. It was soft looking to me.
Had nice skin but I did see a blemish or two. Zits at 19? But I had
clear green eyes to die for! What eyes! Good I had found something
about my new body that I liked. Since I was trapped here for what I
assumed to be life I better find other things as well. I had seen the
face what about the rest of me? It was then that my concentration on
my lower half revealed feeling of tubes into my body. Obviously I had
been wired to have my body waste removed.
"Thanks, ah please lower the mirror so I can see the rest of my body.
Can these catheters come out, they hurt?"
The mirror was lowered and my bed back raised further and I was told
that the plumbing and straps were there for another 2 days. As the bed
went higher my chest went out further. I thought to myself that if it
went out too far I wouldn't see the bottom half of me! Just as I was
thinking about a real big pair of breasts and starting to get excited
they stopped sticking out. Well, seeing my feet wouldn't be a problem,
no problem at all I thought with disappointment.
At least I didn't have a bad body. From what I could see I had slim
legs nice arms and hands and I guess the torso was ok. Not being able
to move and being clothed there was only so much I could survey.
The next two days were excruciating. I had a greater and greater
desire to get out of bed. The most annoying part of all this was the
plumbing put onto my body. Not a fun situation! At least this delay
gave me time to start to come to grips with my situation. I was not
dead and from what they told me I was stuck in this body as well. It
would be quite a fluke to get another tissue match (mind you if they
were trying to get a match, which they weren't) and my brain evidently
could not handle this kind of treatment again for several years
according to Dr. Richards. But the plus side was all the pains I had
associated with my other body (what a concept talking about my other
body and my new body!) had disappeared. For the first time in 15 years
my knees didn't hurt. In fact other than the external influences on me
my new body didn't hurt at all, even felt kind of good.
At the end of two days I was ready to get out of bed. Maybe not get on
with my life but ready to get out of bed. When they took the straps
off the first thing I wanted to do was feel myself out. I had no idea
how my body felt, no idea where it started and ended. The kind of
thing we all know from years of experience but I did not have such a
basis to work from. But I certainly wasn't going to start feeling
myself up in front of Dr. Richards! Good grief what would he think?
They put a plastic board on my head and said it should come off in
about a week. But then the big moment came. It was time to try to get
out of bed. It actually was harder than what I thought it would be.
Dr. Richards reminded me that this body (wrong words I have to think of
this as me) I had been in bed motionless for going on five weeks. It
would be natural for there to be some muscle atrophy and I had probably
had some weight loss as well. The good news was that I was to go on to
solid food today. The bad news was I bet it was hospital food.
I did get raised up on the side of the bed. I did it on my own. As I
sat up it became all the more obvious to me that: a) I had some big
ass, b) There were no male sex organs down there, and c) boobs jiggle
and move on their own.
The next step was to try to stand up. They said if I could do that I
could be "un-plugged". It was difficult at first but stand I did.
Further, since this body, I meant since I was 19 my recovery to
physical problems was much faster than if I had been 42! After
standing and the creaks went out of the unused joints it became obvious
I would have no problems getting around. I happily got back into bed
and got un-plugged. Dr. Richards was very pleased with my status. He
told me that he had hoped this would occur and had stalked the near by
bath room with a complete line of toiletries for my use. But he said
that for the next month he wanted me to bath and not shower.
After that and a minimum of personal hygiene instructions I was off to
the bathroom and to brush my teeth! God a four week old dirty mouth,
YUCK. Once safely into the bathroom and behind closed doors and with a
clean mouth. It was time to explore, me. First I saw the same girl's
face from two days ago. As I looked at myself closer I saw more zits,
thank goodness the doc had thought to put a pimple cleanser in here
with the rest of the products. Behind the zits I saw a very pretty
girl. Hell, I am 19! I saw a beautiful woman and that was without
makeup! What, was I hot for myself? Well, I can ponder or explore.
Time to explore, ponder later, and with that my hospital gown hit the
floor.
Now it was my turn to gasp. Breasts, I mean breasts, no hooters, no
knockers, no juggs, no MY TWO BABIES! Oh they were lovely and all
mine. I had always loved breasts and now I had two. Not overly small.
They filled my hands and filled my mind with a gasp and a moan as I
held them. MMMMM, yes I was going wild. Oops. I said explore not
masturbate. I think I am a little sensitive to touch of my breasts and
nipples. Let's try this again without holding and rubbing them! Now
looking at my breasts both in the mirror and straight down, I found
them to be by my guess an A or a B cup. Probably smaller than my
wife's. My nipples were probably about the same size and around two
inches across (Wife? Yet another item I must address, but, later). I
also carefully noted that my breasts can be added to my body's "fun
center" listing and I would have to be careful how I went about
touching them in future.
>From my chest I went down to my waist where I was pleased to see that
it narrowed nicely. I hadn't any idea how to measure my waist and
there was no tape available. My wild guess was 24"?
Then it was down to my hips that also flared out nicely. Gee, they
looked nice and wide but not what I would say too much. Then between
them was a small triangular patch of reddish hair. This was down where
the primary "Fun zone" was but because of the board on my neck I would
have to wait until I got in the tub to see that area. I wanted to turn
and see my butt, however, I said no let's get all the front done first.
I went down my legs. Whew no thunder thighs! In fact I liked my legs
they looked nice and lead down to a pair of very attractive feet.
Well, the verdict for the front side was A OK. Of course I would
prefer to have bigger breasts but what I had would do and if I was
really upset, hell, I am in a hospital. I bet I could get a free boob
job if I really wanted one! But time for that later. I had to keep
coming up with excuses because I was afraid to look at what was behind
me. Now that I admitted it; it's time to turn and look at that huge
ass I am sure I have.
It was hard with the board on my neck to turn and see but then again I
didn't have to turn all the way around. I got to profile and gasped
again. This time there was no joy. My ass was huge! Good grief, I'll
bet my hip measurement was 44-46 inches. That gives me a guesstimate
measurements of 36-24-46. Maybe they could do liposuction instead of a
boob job. Actually, I felt crushed.
Time for the tub. Once in the tub and being in a more bent position, I
had full access to the primary "Fun center". As I looked down it was
very strange to see a vagina there. As I felt around I came in contact
with my clit and lips to my vagina. After the experience with my
breasts I thought I would be struck by lightning when I touched them.
To my disappointment I wasn't. The clit felt sensitive and I think I
was rough on myself! And the lips while having feeling were hard to
get my fingers through and it was not overly moist inside when I got
there. As the tub had filled with water it was about time to pay
attention to bathing and not my body so I got on with that.
While the idea was tempting I decided my first bath would not be the
time and place for me to fully explore myself sexually. I just
concentrated on bathing, especially using that facial cleanser on this
horrendous zits and then got out of the tub. While drying off I
realized that the ever thoughtful doc had even provided me with makeup.
The problem was that I hadn't a clue how to wear it. Wear it? The
reality was I didn't have a clue how to be a woman. It was then that I
broke down and had my first cry. That went on for about 5 - 10 minutes
and afterwards I felt better. Wow, that had never happened to me
before. Crying had always been very difficult and the result of crying
had never made me feel better.
I put on a clean gown and decided to forget any make up as I didn't
want to look like a guy trying to put on woman's makeup and went back
to my room. When I got to my room Dr. Richards was there waiting. When
I saw him the first thing that went through my mind was, boy, I am glad
I didn't do myself in the tub he would see it on me. What a silly
thought to have.
"You must feel better having had a bath" "Yes, and got to see myself
for the first time too and let me say the obvious Doc, I have got a
huge ass and I think these zits are worse than two days ago!"
"I am sorry you are dissatisfied with your appearance but I am not a
plastic surgeon and that certainly is not why you are here. But,
actually, we do need to chat about your zits."
"Oh no don't get me wrong. Thank you for saving my life. Yes thank
you very much. (I had an urge to run and kiss and hug him?) This body
isn't bad. In fact I think I am very attractive. Maybe a little too
small on top but that's certainly ok. I am just commenting that it
really is a huge ass. I am 19 though, what's with these zits!"
"It's good that you are viewing yourself as one person now. That will
speed your recovery. However, there has been a development in your
hormonal level. The zits started about two weeks ago and have gotten
progressively more intense. At first I thought that it was a
cleanliness issue but that turned out not to be true. So we ran
additional blood tests. I have just gotten and interpreted the
results. There is a conflict between your brain and your body on just
what is the proper hormonal level. This was an unforseen development
as was the actual sex change we have had happen in this procedure. Put
it more simply your male brain is in a fight with your female body over
hormones."
"You mean I might start growing a beard or develop other male
characteristics?"
"No, I and my team don't think so. It's more like a second female
puberty. Most likely your secondary female characteristics are going
to be affected. You see cells are programed to react different ways
when the hormone level is changed in the body but when the brain gets
involved there is an additional agreement on how its regulation of the
system impacts the cells' reactions. More succinct to the situation at
hand, since you stated the obvious; buttocks size in the female is a
secondary sexual characteristic. It could be your butt has gotten
bigger than it started four weeks ago as a result of this puberty. As
big as it is now, I assume that is most likely the case, how much
bigger it will get, if at all I don't know. All charactericts are
subject to impact, you will need to tell of any changes in your body.
Otherwise we won't know what is going on. I do know the zits are a
result of this puberty and we should get a feel for when it's over when
they go away. Until that time as silly as it sounds, we shall be
taking your measurements twice a week in order to chart your progress."
"How big is my butt going to get?????????????"
"I don't know."
I then had my second cry. Before I had finished it they had come in
with a tape measure. Mind you I was told they had no woman working in
this section of the facility. So I demanded that it be Dr. Richards
who measured me. I wasn't going to let some other fellow look at me
naked. Hey, I am a lady now and I'd like some respect. Besides, it
ought to be between me and the doc that my butt's growing. Well, till
it gets too obvious. Then I cried again. The doc put me at 35-26-45.
"How big was I when I came in?"
"That's a very good question. You see we are not running a brothel
here, we don't measure women's bodies when they come in. We have no
idea how you started. This is where you start."
I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached for him and hugged him and
cried and cried. He put his arms around me and said it would all be
ok. Coming from him I believed him.
"Isn't there anything you can do for me? I am out of control
emotionally, I have been crying a bit too much don't you think?"
"Jean, you are doing fine. You have adjusted better than any subject,
I mean patient we could have expected. Your hormone levels are vastly
elevated. In your situation I would have cried for days now!
Unfortunately, we do not dare administer any drugs in these
circumstances and even in the worst physical development situation, we
won't be able to do any plastic surgery until your system has
stabilized. I don't foresee that for maybe five years. I know this
sounds rough but I want to be up front and honest with you."
"Thanks for being honest, I like that, I mean appreciate that; if my
butt gets too big will you get a second bed to but it in?"
Laughing "Yes Jean, that we can do."
The days started to pass. At least I had a TV brought to me and they
even talked about letting me go to physical therapy. They said there
were other patients there I could talk to but all in due time. It was
five days later when Dr. Richards took my measurements again. Which
means of course I was standing naked before him.
"35-26-45, no real change, Jean"
"Are you sure?"
"Mmm yes, I am sure"
"Hooray, my butt didn't get bigger!"
"Calm down Jean, it's only been five days, that means nothing. It
would have been strange to see a development in so short a time. But
good news. The head brace can come off today and you can go to
physical therapy next week. We got some more tests to do here first
and actually we need some special training of the therapy staff to
prepare them for your situation. They haven't treated that kind of
head trauma before and then we are requesting a special female staff
member for you. I noticed you haven't been wearing any make-up."
"Special? Make-up? What are you trying to turn me into?"
"We are trying to make your reentry into society possible. We want to
bring in a special staff person that can teach you how to be a woman. I
am great on brain transplants but not too good on make-up instruction."
"You did this for me!" I couldn't restrain myself. I ran too him and
gave him a big kiss. He pushed me away. "Oh, my God! What am I doing.
I am so sorry, I just got excited."
"No Jean, it's quite alright, but what did you do that for? Have you
noticed a change in your sexual perspective or what?"
"I don't know. I really don't know. I had an overwhelming urge to do
that out of gratitude to you." I suddenly grabbed my gown and covered
myself. "Oh Christ. I was naked when I did that, you must have
thought... Oh I am sorry very sorry."
"It's ok Jean, don't worry about it."
"Right, why would I? With a butt this big who would want me anyway."
"Jean a few days ago you were pleased now you have fixated on your ass.
Stop it. It's not good for your developing psyche. You are a very
pretty young woman."
"You really think so?" Then I blushed.
"Yes, now I have got to go." with that he left and I stuck my tongue
out at him as he went out the door.
Tuesday was shaping up to be a big day for me. First I now had some
real color fuzz on top of my head! I was no longer bald and I had red
hair! Second, I was going to get my first weekly measurement from Dr.
Richards, but more importantly he was going to bring me some real
clothes to wear and even better than clothes I was going to get to go
meet my therapist.
The measurements were a shock.
"36-25-43 and that's the third time I took them. Jean your ass is
smaller not larger! Quit jumping up and down your system can't handle
that yet and you're naked! It's distracting!"
"Then I'll just have to hug and kiss you instead, WHOOPEE!!!"
"Better idea, here's the clothes I brought you. Why not try them on
instead?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes." They were levis and a T
shirt. The levis were a bitch to pull up over my ass. Thank goodness
it was two inches smaller! And though I didn't have a large chest it
was still nicely noticeable in the T shirt. I wonder why I was
concerned about it being noticable? Anyway, the good Doctor directed
me to where physical therapy was and I was off. I literally burst into
the physical therapy room. And went walking from side to side in the
room looking at the equipment. There were a few patients there and at
first I didn't realize they were watching me then it became obvious to
me they were. One man even dropped a weight on his foot. Before I
could even react to that situation an attractive woman probably about
35ish called me to come over to her.
When I got there in an undertone of voice she said, "Young lady this is
a physical therapy center not some girly show house. When you come in
here you don't go bouncing your assets across the room. It's
inappropriate and can be distracting to patients in therapy. You could
actually injure a patient undergoing therapy when you distract them
from their exercises. I already have one man with an injured foot! You
should wear a bra and unless you have business here get out."
"I didn't know, oh I am sorry. I can go over and help him? Let me
see."
"Stop your jiggling! He's going to be fine, now get out!"
"But I really didn't know and I really am sorry. I didn't mean to
awwwwww." and I started to cry.
"Wait, are you Jean?"
"Yes." sob sob.
"Oh you poor thing. I am the one that's sorry. I didn't know who you
were. I am Sally, your therapist. I have a room reserved for us please
come in the back with me. It's ok really. It's my mistake, I know you
really didn't know."
I went in the back with Sally. Now Sally had the right size ass. In
fact the way she shook it when she walked gave me other thoughts than
size comparison. She had a nice chest as well. Much bigger than mine.
She had shoulder length blond hair and deep blue eyes. She was slender
but had too many curves to be skinny. But it was obvious she was
working out to keep the shape she did have.
"Jean, I am fully aware of your situation. Not only will I help with
your physical therapy which you should know is actually very minor,
but I am here primarily at Dr. Richards request to act as a mentor to
you to teach you how to be a lady. Let's get started. Why didn't you
wear a bra?"
"I have a T shirt, these levis and an unlimited number of the same
hospital gown. That's why."
"With a chest that large and they didn't give you any foundation
garments let alone panties?"
That comment hit me like a brick. I had so fixated on my ass I hadn't
noticed. I mean they're there but I wasn't looking at them that close.
My two babies were bigger. The doc had said I was a full inch bigger up
there. That's why I jiggled. That's why I was noticeable in the shirt!
Sally now took my measurements. She took them differently than the
doc. She measured me a couple times on the chest and announced to me I
should take a 34B bra but I was big enough that a C cup might fit
certain times of the month as well. Oops another item I would have to
contend with. This put it off list is getting larger. One day at a
time though. Can't win the war without fighting the battle at hand
first. Besides that was one item that when I got my "visit" I couldn't
control anyway.
Our meeting was short. Sally said we would get me some underwear sent
up right away. She even said at the next session we would do some
therapy and then a long talk on many things. I told her she was sweet
and I appreciated that. Then she blushed! I was off again. Now
looking forward to our meeting late Friday afternoon.
The best thing happened on the next day. A package of underwear came
for me! You have no feeling what it feels like to go around with no
underwear on in near naked conditions. It felt so dignifying to get
some shorts, well er panties on. They were cute white ones with a
French cut, which showed a bit more of my still too large ass than I
cared to show. Then of course came the bra. There it was a shiny
white 34B just like Sally had said. I had seen my wife do this many a
time. I hooked the band around my chest and then spun it so the cups
came in front. I wasn't ready for the feeling of sliding the straps
and cups up for the first time though! Oh wow, my tits are lifted and
held in place. No more bouncing and I can feel them more. Oh I like
this. I went kind of over board on liking it and noticed something
else. I had better get into that bathroom. Oh shit, my pussy is wet.
Great just get a pair of panties and then start my period and wreck
them. I got to the toilet and pulled the panties down to see the
"damage". I was surprised to find it wasn't my period. Girl, I was
just turned on. As I looked down further I couldn't see any blood. I
was wondering if there was something wrong with me. So, I figured I'd
feel inside and if I had started I'd have messy fingers. There I was
looking and feeling with one hand. The other was absentmindedly
stroking my new bra. Well, that turned into rubbing my nipple and the
other hand now easily slipped into my pussy and explored its lubricated
walls. I started moaning and leaned back on the toilet. My hand moved
my bra straps down and now full play with my breast started. My other
hand went from my pussy to my clit and I gasp/moaned so loud I thought
people would come. But it was me that was cuming. I started writhing
my hips and pulling my nipple. I was seeing stars. Then it just over
came me and I was stroking and moaning and could stop. MMMMMM, oh
mmmm, oh my God. Then it was gone. As I sat exhausted I thought. I
wonder if there's another bra I could try on! And I winked to myself.
Thursday was measurement day. I decided that I would wear my new
underwear beneath my gown until the doc asked me to remove it. I was a
bit perplexed as I put my newfound shiny white friend on. I didn't
seem to fit. I mean my cup runneth over, actually cups. But I knew it
wasn't the bra, it was me. Anyway it was time for the doctor.
"37-24-41, and don't jump!"
So, he got a kiss and a hug.
"Any change in your acne?" "No it's just as strong as ever and if
these are the results I hope it keeps on going!"
"Well your body will halt at some kind of normal level we think. It
might be that your brain in reaction to the female hormone level is
reprogramming your body to what it would have if you had been a girl.
We just don't know that was a shot in the dark. But maybe if I could
get some background on the females on your pre-operation side of the
familie's build we could make a little more sense of this."
"Ok, mom had a large chest as well as grandmom and all the gals on her
side of the family. For the most part. Let's just save some time here.
They were all classic bomb shells. Big tits narrow waist and nice
hips. They could have all been strippers. Might explain my
fascination with that kind of body."
"What about your dad's side?"
"Don't know he left mom before I was born. I do know he was of German
heritage. So, what's the verdict?"
"Well, last week you had requested smaller buttocks and larger chest.
Your family history, unlike the other family history that got your body
to this point, suggests that your brain is reprogramming the body to be
closer to your original family tree on the female side. Or more
directly what you want to hear and in the way I think you would like
it; you are gonna get a sweet ass and a dynamite rack. But our question
here is at what point will development stop? How big was your family?"
"I don't know they were all about mom's size and she was a D cup cause I
looked at one of her bra's once. They had butts though not tiny there.
I guess this is ok to say to you. But I hope I have a large chest.
Dreamed about them as a man and would love to have them as a lady!"
"Be careful what you wish for. I am guessing about this brain genetics
link. But I think it's the right track. But you don't know your
father's side of the family?....MMM I don't know we will assume you
will follow the maternal pattern for now. On the other hand it doesn't
matter. We are just here for the ride. We can't change what is
happening to you. I am very happy though that the changes are along
the lines that you desire."
"I went to therapy this week, thanks for Sally. She will be great and
a lot of help."
"I have known her for a while. I am sure she will help you to develop
into a well rounded young lady." He said develop and well rounded
again to himself and stared laughing.
I laughed too. He started to say something but put up his hand and
waved good-bye as he left.
I was there promptly on time Thursday. Sally asked if she had sent me
the right size bra. I giggled and said yes I was just the wrong sized
person! So, it was measurement time again. Sally remarked with a
raised eyebrow that I was a very full C cup now. I just smiled. She
went on to say. "Look we need to keep you under wraps. That's what is
expected for a gal your size. But I am not wasting my time buying a C
cup. I'll be buying you a D cup, so you will have something to grow
into." I must have been smiling like a Chesire Cat when she added
"Honey, don't get too excited to get big. I am a D cup and let me tell
you that that size can be a problem at times. It's too bad you can't
stay where you are now. But as a developing young lady you must come
to accept your body and its changes." And with that we both busted out
laughing.
That afternoon proved very instructional. I learned all kinds of
special hygiene issues I didn't know about. Gee, I even took notes at
one point. Sally, laughed at me when I did that. She got serious when
I reminded her I didn't have 19 years of being a girl and did need to
keep notes.
She finally, said "Look it's late. Do you want to go out and have a
bite to eat with me?"
"YES!!!!!!!!!"
"Good, I have discussed this with Dr. Richards and he is in full
agreement. I have brought you a dress and I will do your make up for
this evening. Next week we will start your classes on that. I had
thought about a head covering but it would be better for you to get
used to long hair so I have brought along a wig for you to use. It's
about the color of what your hair is growing out to be. Don't worry
about your bra, it's a simple day dress and your overflowing assets
will not be overly visible in this cut and print. Also, I have brought
you some sandals to wear. There will be time enough to work on heels
later."
Heels! Yup, still another item for the put it off list. Then I got
terrified. I realized I wasn't going out, but Jean the new me was
going out. People would look and stare at me I would be a freak. No I
couldn't do that, I can never be seen in public. I would spend the
rest of my days here in the hospital.
Sally said. "Those are normal fears. Believe it or not, many people
after any major "disfiguring" surgery have the same fears. But, honey
nobody can tell. The reality is there is nothing to tell. You are
Jean, a 19 year old girl who's going out after some major surgery. I
will be with you. There is nothing to fear. Besides, unless you want
to become a curiosity of the medical community you will have to leave
the hospital. If you stay here they will turn you into a display for
doctors all over the world to come look at. Now is that what you would
really prefer?"
"No" and I got dressed.
Dinner was nice. It was at a little pizza joint not too far from the
hospital. It was more instruction and training as I found out. How to
get in and out of a car while in a dress (a lovely hospital car at
that!). Make-up touch up class, how to eat like a lady. How to keep
your boobs off the plate! Yeah, I sat down and put my chest on top of
a plate. Sally pointed and laughed. I turned beet red and sat further
back from the table. Then the worst thing happened! I couldn't have
any wine! I was underage! Sally, had to laugh and laugh at that one,
she went on to say that the doctor wouldn't allow me to have any
alcohol anyway. At the end of the evening I had had a wonderful time.
Sally had really been neat company. She had so expertly guided the
conversation that she kept the night fun fresh, even though it was
training. When we got back to the hospital she took me up to my room.
They had broken down and had given me a genuine private room by now and
not a room in the lab anymore. Anyway, at the door Sally said she
really had a wonderful time and would see me next week. Then gave me a
kiss on the cheek and put her hand on my right breast. She turned and
left so fast that she left me leaning against door and gasping for air.
What was that about and excuse me, but can I have another please?
I spent the weekend being all hot and bothered. I masturbated at least
three times which was more than I had in the previous week. Sally, had
got my motor running and I wanted more. My thought ran to and around
her. She had sent over the 34D bra and while I wore it I thought of
her hands on me and not the bra cups. And by the way, the bra was too
large.
Tuesday came for measuring day. And by then, just as I had hoped, the
bra was no longer too large.
Doc said, "38-24-40, you have increased but not so dramatic as last
week."
"Oh it's wonderful! Let the changes keep on coming, But you know this
is such an improvement I'd be happy to stop here. And maybe I will!
Doctor Richards, my Acne is nearly gone!"
"You have a great attitude toward this, keep it up but there is always
the possibility of a last minute surge. We won't know that it's over
till it's over."
After my little chat with the doc on Tuesday it was weight on pins and
needles for my therapy on Wednesday. The appointed hour came and I was
there with bells on. Sally was late. I waited and waited. Then she
called. She was terribly sorry but couldn't make it in today. My
heart was broken! She said she would make it up to me. We could go to
the beach for Friday's session and that she would send over a suit for
me. At which point we had to discuss my again revised sizes and she
assured me it would be no problem.
Thursday came and my time with the doc revealed no changes in my body
except my acne was completely gone. It looked like this second puberty
was over. The doc said there could still be a sudden late spurt but as
time passed that would be less likely. And since this whole thing had
been so rapid it wouldn't take too long for the whole thing to be
behind me. I laughed at "behind me" because the puberty had solved
that problem!
I was even giddier on Friday than I had been on Wednesday. Sally had
sent me of all things a bikini to wear. I was so glad it wasn't a
thong! The bottoms were a french cut and fit a tad lose but fit well
enough. The top was very very tight. I guess that was the intent as
it certainly emphasized my chest. Sally had sent a note saying that
the top was picked out special so I could enjoy the attention a large
chest would bring! So, even the beach was to be a training session.
She had sent over a nice coverup for me to wear. She gave me a sun
hat to wear this time and some dark glasses.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I smiled. There before me was the
most beautiful woman I had ever been with. Her large breasts
magnificently displayed above her narrow waist and her almost perfect
rear end. Still a little large but the overall package was great. I
hoped the effect of the outfit would be the same on Sally as on me.
And I thought of her touching me again. Oh crap, this is a swim suit.
I can't afford to have a wet spot. I then started thinking about my
old army days as I headed out to met Sally. That worked, no wet spot.
I met Sally at the door of the hospital. She was driving a van of all
things. She struck me as a sports car type. I hopped in. She wasn't
wearing a coverup and I had to notice that her chest was larger than
mine. She started toward the beach. I removed my cover up and stated
the obvious to her.
"If we are both D cups how come you are a bigger and I mean bigger D
cup than me?"
She almost crashed the van she was laughing so hard. "Honey who said
all D cups are created equal? When we get on the beach today you will
see what being this size really means. I don't think you will be
pointing to mine and saying I am bigger. You will probably have more
than you can handle yourself." Then she laughed and laughed and
laughed.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Boys, men, dudes, fellows. They are going to be all over you Jean.
You won't have time to be looking at other girls' chests! Or are girls
more important to you than boys?"
Damn a moment of truth and I didn't have the answer. "I don't know.
Maybe the beach will help me find out?"
"That was one of the reason's to come down here. The other was to help
build up your self-confidence. Dr. Richards had known that would be an
issue but since your body "developed" and did so along a line you
desired, he felt going to the beach would help reinforce your positive
improvement."
"You know, Dr. Richards is so sweet, I really like him. Like him?
Hell I love him, he saved my life!"
"So, you want to boff the good doctor?"
"Not that kind of love silly, but he could be a hunk!" and I stared
uncontrollable giggles.
Sally started laughing and we all laughed to the beach.
At the beach Sally said, "Ok no coverup's. All you get is suntan oil.
It's off we go."
We went walking through the sand. It was heavy stepping and soon I
discovered not only my legs and feet were going up and down! My
breasts were bouncing with every step! Soon the wolf calls started and
then the whistling. Sally said to ignore them. When I glanced over to
her I noticed my bouncing was the same as her's only there was more of
her to bounce. I now got an idea of what she meant about the problems
of being a "large" girl. Then the callers started to calling us by our
swim suit colors. Oh my God they were yelling about me.
It was getting to be quite the turn-on as they yelled out "Hey blue
baby, oh yea shake them big blue, Oh blue I am in a blue mood, that is
one fine woman in the blue suit!"
We got down to the water and Sally laid out our towels. She said
"We'll sunbathe for a while. You sure could use a tan." Then a
thought hit me. I'll have bikini strap tan lines. I never had that
before!
I asked if I could put oil on her and she said yes. I then asked if I
could oil her front and she smiled. "Maybe you like girls? Doesn't
matter it's a public beach, I will oil my own front thank you." After
oiling her up she did the same to me.
We laid face up for about 15 mins. I noticed that the suit I was
wearing was really getting dried out and tight by the sun. Boy, she
really did want me to show them off didn't she? "Time to roll over
Jean"
I did and then felt her put more oil on my back. As she did so she
undid my bikini top. "What are you doing?"
"Lay still silly nobody can see your boobs, you're laying on them.
This way you don't get a tan line on your back. You don't want a tan
line there because of various backless clothing you may wear."
"Oh, sorry."
"Look you stay here while I go in the water for a few minutes ok?"
"Sure, I'll survive, go have a fun. Sally, but don't go swimming alone
alright?"
"Like duh, I am going to look at the boys silly, not to swim." We both
laughed as she walked off.
The sun felt really good on my back. It was the first time I had laid
out in the sun in years. Oh it felt great. Then I slowly fell to
sleep.
I was dreaming about Doctor Richards and Sally and then clothing
started disappearing from each of them. Just as it was getting to the
good part I heard Sally "Time to get up. Not too fast. Remember to do
your bikini top first."
Oh great more training. How was I suppose to reach around and do this?
I felt like a beached dolphin with my back bowed. That position put a
lot of weight on my boobs and they hurt. Finally I gave up. The back
of the top felt like there was a gap of two inches that couldn't be
closed. "Sally, I can't do it." "Try, there won't always be some one
here to do that."
"I did try the suit shrunk. I felt it shrinking when we walked in and
were tanning earlier."
"There's no way it's a new suit. Let me try. Damn, it must have
shrunk no way it's going to close, you keep saying my pulling hurts
your boobs."
"What am I going to do now, walk out topless?"
"No, look you are on a towel. It's far bigger than you are. Raise up
slightly, hold your breasts and I will then come and pull the towel
around you. After that you can gab the towel and we will walk out.
Then I'll go complain to where I bought your suit!"
"Ok, I'll try it" Then I stared to raise up. I looked at my chest and
said oh oh when I got to my elbows. My chest was still on the towel.
"Sally, I've grown! I've grown a lot! Look!"
"Oh my garsh, well my plan will still work, just keep getting up!"
I cleared my elbows off the towel and right about then my boobs came up
too. Grabbing them I saw that they were overpowering my hands and a
wave of excitement rushed through my body. "Oh Sally!" I must have
moaned a little too loud as several men's heads turned excitedly in our
direction.
"Don't oh Sally me, let's get this towel around you"
Sally got the towel on me as I stood up. Then I felt my bikini bottoms
fall off. About this time I could see guys and I mean a lot of guys
start walking over toward us. "Sally, I think we should go"
"I think you're right, run!"
Well they ran after us and I couldn't go too fast. I literally had my
hands full. Then my towel fell open in the back. Actually that worked
to our advantage as it kept the guys behind us. As we got to the van
Sally hopped in and got it started. Just before I got in I threw my
towel open and yelled "Good-bye Boys" then to a crowd of hoots, hollers
and cheers I got in and we sped away.
"Sally, I am big."
"No fooling your..." she had to swerve. "Now cover those up before I
have an accident!"
We got to the hospital and she pulled up in a secluded portion of the
parking lot. "Let's crawl in the back and figure out what to do next."
Sally said. We got in the back and I sat au natural on the towel from
the beach. I couldn't wear my cover-up. It wouldn't fit in the chest.
"Let's look at you Jean? Wow, we're talking change." "Well, like duh
look at these tits!"
"No, your butt, no wonder your bottoms feel off and your waist! And of
course your tits. I need to get you inside, take your measurements and
call Doctor Richards at once."
"I guess we use the towel"
"Yes we do and no more shows, ok?"
"Ok, I don't know what came over me, it just seemed right."
We made it into the room Sally had been using for my therapy. "Let's
take your measurements. I'll do it the doc's way and then we'll figure
out your bra size"
"Impressive 42-22-36. Oh my God, honey you'll wear a bra in the 34G - H
range. It'll have to be custom made so exact size is... oh who cares,
you're huge honey."
At that point Dr. Richards came running into the room. He hadn't
stopped running when he saw me and promptly ran into a file cabinet.
"Oh my, I said a growth spurt was possible but, oh my. I want a blood
sample stat. Up to the lab ladies."
"But I am naked!" Sally threw me the towel and off we went.
Two hours latter. "That is it Jean, you're through."
"Oh shit I am going to die, I knew it, killed by a confused body
fighting itself." and I started to cry.
"No, no, your hormone levels are at the female norm. Nowhere near
where they were a few days ago. You are going to be fine. This is the
permanent you from what I can tell. You're through changing."
I stopped crying and slapped him. "You bastard, I love you!" I then
proceeded to give him a kiss with my tongue half way down his throat.
"Jean please not in front of the therapist." with that he pushed me back
and the three of us laughed.
There are still many unanswered questions in this tale. The questions
is do you all want the story to be completed?
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