Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: Changed for Good
Date: 4 Nov 1995 01:59:18 +0100

			   Changed for Good

	I had heard of guys getting turned into women by their wives
or girlfriends, and usually they all wanted it to happen, but I never
thought it would happen to me! I can't say that I'm unhappy now that
it's all done, but let me tell you how it all came to pass...

	My wife Cheryl and I were very good friends with Chuck and
Beth. Cheryl is an endocrinologist and psychologist, and her friend
Beth is a plastic surgeon. Both of them have very good practices and
had often worked together with transsexual patients. Both Chuck and I
had heard them talk about some of their patients. Chuck is a lawyer,
and I operate my own computer programming business from my home. Money
isn't a problem for either of us... both couples are very well off.

	One night we were all together at Chuck and Beth's house, and
you could say we were drinking quite a bit. At least Chuck and I were.
About half way through the night, the girls started talking about a
couple of their patients that they were turning into women. From the
way they were talking though, these patients weren't actually
transsexuals, but rather, were a couple of guys being transformed into
women by their wives, who were tired of their macho posturing and male
belligerence.

	Well, they started talking about how it seemed like a good
idea, and started looking at us a little funny. Eventually, after a
bit more to drink and a bit more discussion, mostly of us men saying
that it could never be done to us, we men ended up making a bet with
the women. The bet was that they could not only feminize us (and do an
excellent job of it), but we would ultimately welcome our new gender
identity and end up preferring it. The ladies were going to start
feminizing us men, we men had to go along with it, and the first group
to back out of the process had to do the bidding of the other for a
year. There were several catches: First, it was the "males" as a team
against the females. I couldn't back out unless I could also get Chuck
to back out, and the same was true for the team of Cheryl and Beth.
Second, the period of our feminization was to be for a full year. The
women could do anything they wanted to us, physically, mentally, etc.
for that year as long as what they did was meant to make us more
feminine or womanly. Third, the only thing they couldn't do was to
give us the "final" surgery - they couldn't cut off our penises and
balls. Chuck being a lawyer, decided that this was the kind of thing
which should be drawn up into a contract, so he quickly pulled one
together. Chuck and I made arrangements to put our respective
businesses on hold, we signed the contract and we all decided that the
process would commence immediately at midnight.

	At the stroke of midnight, both women took us into separate
bathrooms and stripped us of our clothes. After that, things became a
blur for me, and for Chuck, too. It turned out that once the contract
had been signed, the women had put something in our last drinks that
would make us pass out.

	When I next woke up, it was with a tremendous headache, as
well as a dull ache all over my body. My chest felt like it had been
trounced on, and my skin was extremely sensitive. I could remember
nothing since going into the bathroom and losing my clothes. Just
about then my wife came in and said "So how's my little girl today?".
I didn't quite understand at first, but then I sat up and some of it
started coming back. When I sat up, my chest felt funny, so I looked
down and saw that I had boobs. They didn't look as good as my wife's,
but there were definitely two boobs there. Beth had given me breast
implants! My new boobs looked to be about a B-cup. Then I noticed that
my skin was hairless. I started exploring all over my body, and even
felt my face, but I found no hair. It turned out that the wives had a
couple of friends who were electrologists, and they had come in and
cleared our entire bodies of hair. I later found out that they had
also permanently plucked our eyebrows to a feminine thinness.

	I climbed out of bed, dumbfounded, and started exploring what
else they had done. My toenails were bright red, I had long red
fingernails, and my ears were pierced 2 times each. More work
performed by friends of our wives. Beth then sat me down and showed me
the contract that we had all signed. She said that she was totally
serious in keeping the bet, and had already started both of us guys on
female hormones to start our change to gals. She said that as the
hormones started filling me out with real tits, they would soften
around the implants, giving me much more realistic looking breasts
than if I had had them enlarged after I had fully developed. She told
me my new name was Susan and then told me that "She always wanted a
boy named Sue!".

	She then pointed out a clause in the contract that nobody was
allowed to back out of the contract, even if they wanted to, until
after 4 months had passed. She then told me that the reason that I
hadn't been fighting back so far was that she had been giving me
post-hypnotic suggestions the entire time I had been out, which would
make me not only accept what was going to happen, but that after I saw
myself fully dressed up, I would actually want to become more
feminine. I would start to revel in my newfound femininity, and would
want to flaunt the fact that I was a female to everyone. While I would
have no real desire to be totally a true female, I would want to
always look and act flawlessly female, and I would want all my friends
and coworkers, etc. to know that I was really a male who enjoyed being
ultra- feminine. It was already starting to work, too, for I was
thinking that this was really going to be a turn-on.

	She sat me down, did my makeup and then started dressing me.
She gave me a pair of pink french cut panties and showed me how to
tuck myself back between my legs to hide my penis. Then she gave me a
matching bra which held up my breasts and pushed them into the center.
It was a demi-cup bra and it gave me wonderful cleavage. I also found
out my estimate was correct - I was a B - cup. Then came a garter belt
and gray stockings with seams up the back. Then she gave me a full
slip, and a low-cut pastel blue sundress which showed off my boobs,
and a pair of high- heeled sandals. After doing my hair, which was
long anyway, she took me to a beauty salon where they put hair
extensions into my hair to extend it down to the middle of my back,
and made it all curly and wavy and bright copper red. Then they redid
my makeup, giving me sultry eyes and full ruby red lips.

	Then came the meeting with Chuck, now called Charlene.
Charlene looked great and she said the same thing about me. She had
nice boobs, but she had nice hips, too. I asked about the hips, and
Beth told me that she had decided at the last moment to give Charlene
hip implants as well. That's when Cheryl decided I should have them
too. I was in total agreement, so they set me up for surgery the next
morning.

	The rest of that day we spent with Cheryl and Beth making us
stand, walk, sit, talk, etc. constantly criticizing how we did it, and
praising us when we did it in a properly feminine manner. I was
actually trying my best because I truly loved it. I found myself
talking about how much I was enjoying it. Cheryl said, "You'll have
plenty of time to get used to it, dear."

	The next day, Cheryl took me over for my hip implants. I was
excited at the prospect of having a better looking body. Just as I was
going under, Cheryl told me that I would be very pleased with my new
self the next time I saw myself. When I woke up my face was wrapped, I
couldn't talk and I couldn't even move. Cheryl came in and told me
that she had not only had Beth put in my hip implants so that I would
be more curvy, but that she had had vocal chord surgery done so that I
would now have an ultimately feminine voice and that she had had my
eyes brought out, my cheek bones raised, and my lips made fuller with
collagen implants. Beth had also done some minor hair transplants to
fill in around my hairline. She informed me that she had had my
Achilles tendon shortened so that I would never again be comfortable
wearing anything except high heeled shoes. She said that she and Beth
had also decided that Charlene and I were still entirely too masculine
in our musculature and skin texture, so we were being immobilized by
borderline doses of curare combined with an intermittent spinal block
and more hypnotic suggestions while we healed. It turned out that
Charlene had had her voice and face and tendons operated on, too.
During this time, we would be fed by means of a stomach tube and an
IV, while our skin would be massaged with creams to soften and lighten
it as our inactive muscles dwindled to more feminine proportions and
our waists shrank. Of course, we would still be receiving our hormone
doses, hypnosis and feminine deportment lessons. Someone came in daily
and applied our makeup and did our hair and nails, all the while
lecturing on these techniques to a totally receptive audience.

	Finally, I was told that since we could not perform as men
sexually because of the hormones, we were to be indoctrinated into
giving sexual pleasure to others, both men and women, as women.
Because of the liquid diet, our assholes were not being used, so they
were slowly enlarged by the repeated insertion of ever larger plugs.
At least once a day, a vibrator was inserted to massage my prostate
until I came. When combined with the hypnotic suggestions, it wasn't
long before I was getting excited when anyone even touched my asshole.
And we saw videotapes of the best fellatio and cunnilingus techniques
available, so we would know what to do and how to behave. As men, we
had already known what blow-job techniques gave the most pleasure.
Now, we would only have to apply those techniques to other men. And
I've always liked to eat pussy and been good at it, too, so that
really wasn't a problem.

	We lived in something of a twilight world for almost six
weeks. After a few days the bandages came off, and a couple of weeks
later, the swelling had subsided. When everything was healed, we were
slowly returned to mobility, and I could see what I was really going
to look like. I was gorgeously feminine! My skin was pale, smooth and
supple. My arms and legs were thin and somewhat weak. My waist was
tiny, but my breasts and my hips thrust out declaring my femininity.
My lips looked like I could suck a man's cock so hard he would turn
inside out. Then I got to try out my new voice, and it was on the low
side of the female spectrum, but very soft, sensuous and sultry and
definitely a sexy woman's voice. My nails had grown out and were
perfectly manicured. My hair was long and soft. I was in love with
every aspect of my new feminine self!

	One afternoon soon after my recovery, Cheryl told me she had
another special treat. She took me back to the salon, and one of the
attendants started working all over my face with some sort of needle
gun. She started under my eyes, then over my eyes, then my cheeks and
finally my lips. When she was done, she turned me around to look at
the mirror. I had almost full makeup on. I didn't quite understand at
first, because I didn't feel like I had makeup on. But I looked like I
was wearing red lipstick, pink blush, dark eyeliner and golden brown
eye shadow on my lids. That's when Cheryl told me that it was
permanent. She had had most of my makeup tattooed on. Then even if I
decided to go back to being a man, it would be impossible to take off
the makeup. But all I could think of was that I was thrilled to cut
down on the time I had to spend putting on makeup or lipstick after
kissing or sucking or licking.

	The next time I saw Charlene, the same things had happened to
her. We talked and I found she also was experiencing the same weird
feelings. I loved the feel of long earrings pulling on my ear lobes
and brushing against my neck and how my long nails made my fingers
look and how my hair felt gliding down my back. My nipples were
starting to really bloat on the ends of my boobs and were tender and
sensitive, as was my asshole. My boobs were looking softer, fuller and
rounder, and had started to actually sag, looking more realistic. I
also stated that I had grown a full cup size and was wearing a C-cup
bra already! My hips had also put on another couple of inches, but I
was being careful about my waist and that I loved it all. Charlene
agreed wholeheartedly.

	Once I started spontaneously gushing about how I loved
mimicking a female and feeling soft and sleek and pretty, Cheryl
started letting me dress myself entirely, including my hair and
makeup. All the months of training and changing were paying off. She
never let me wear pants, or bulky female clothes, but I never really
had any desire to. All the clothes and lingerie in the wardrobe I had
acquired were designed to show off my new sexy ultra-feminine body.
Even my shoes were all at least 3 inch heels, even my slippers and
sandals. I wasn't just physically uncomfortable wearing flats, I also
didn't think they made my legs and feet look sexy and delicate enough.
After 10 months, I decided to have fun with my desire for others to
know that I was a male, so I dressed up in just green bikini panties,
an emerald green low-cut skin tight mini-dress which barely covered my
gorgeous ass, and a pair of 5-inch high-heel pumps. I strolled into a
local tattoo shop and the guy in the shop just about dropped his
needle. I could tell he was thrilled to have a woman like me in his
shop. I told him I wanted two tattoos and where I wanted them. Then I
slid out of my dress, so that I was wearing nothing but my panties and
heels. I bent over, slid down my panties and on my butt, where
everyone could see when I wore my french cut bikini, I had the words
"I'm a man" tattooed. Then on the inside of my thigh right under my
crotch, I had the word "Surprise!" tattooed. I loved it, and so did
Cheryl.

	When I got home, I told her that to celebrate my new self, I'd
love for her to invite her friends over on the anniversary of my
transformation, so I could show off my feminine mimicry. She loved the
idea and immediately invited over a bunch of our friends for a "coming
out" party. After everyone had gathered at the party and had a couple
of drinks, she announced the surprise of the party, and introduced her
"husband, the female mimic". That's when I came out in a long slinky
red dress which clung to every curve, but was slit up the side to my
thigh. I started doing a strip tease, and slinking around all the men
and women in the audience. Shortly, I was out of my dress, and was
strutting around my lingerie and 6-inch red sequined heels. Nobody
could believe my body, and I loved it! I quickly removed my bra and
started shaking my now D-cup tits everywhere I could.

	When I was done, I was standing there wearing only my red
garter belt, black stockings and my high heels. Everyone loved it.

	That's when Cheryl announced that I would be servicing any and
all comers to the party. A couple of my old friends actually took up
the offer and took me upstairs to fuck my brains out. I took both men
at the same time, one up my ass, the other down my throat. When all
was done, I had a sizeable load of cum up my ass and had swallowed
what I thought was a gallon of the stuff, and I wanted more. I was in
heaven!

	After that evening, my wife asked me if I wanted to waive any
and all abilities to back out. I quickly agreed, and she set me up
with a job as a female impersonator and stripper at a local bar. From
that night forward, I've spent almost every night shaking my boobs and
balls in front of every man I can, and even showing one or two of them
that my feminine talents aren't all in my looks... that I can perform
in other ways that will really light up their lives. Charlene, by the
way, is working as a lingerie model for a local fashion designer. I
service my wife whenever she wants and she doesn't have to put up with
any more male domineering. We both are very much in love with each
other and our lives. My change is for good, and I couldn't be happier
with the results...