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In the next three
months K was forced to have sex with the tranny and also to perform oral sex.
His female hormones made sure his disobedience subsided and his feminine side
started to reveal itself. He got to know Patricia better. The tranny preferred “Pat”
instead of “Patricia”. She explained to K that she was once captured just as he
was and her original name was Patrick. He used to be an untidy fat man. The
mistresses forced him to endure a long training to lose weight. They helped him
to look better. More and more, Patrick realized that deep down he felt like he
wanted to become a woman but without losing his male identity. It was the
reason he was fat and unhappy. His desire increased when he too underwent the
hormonal therapy. But in Pat’s case, it was voluntary. Still, Pat didn’t want
to become a full woman. She still enjoyed her penis too much.
K, too, started to
feel more feminine. His breasts looked nicer with each day. His legs felt oilier
and less rough. The tranny changed his life. He identified with her. He, too,
had this hidden desire to explore his feminine side further. He desired to be a
woman. K looked in the mirror everyday, noticing the little changes. Tomorrow,
it would be exactly six months from when he started the hormone training. He
needed a good night’s rest before the operation. Pat visited him often at the
clinic where he currently was.
K heard a knock on the
door.
“Come on in, Pat,” He
said.
“How did you know it
was me?” the tranny said.
“Who else politely
knocks on the door instead of barging in?” he said, laughing genuinely.
His voice, for sure,
sounded more feminine.
“Tomorrow is a big day
for you, K,” Patricia said.
“Yes, I know. I can’t
wait to be a woman. But I’m scared too. What will happen next? I haven’t been a
woman before,” K said unsurely.
“It will all be fine.
I’ll be there to help you,” Pat said trying to comfort him.
“Thanks,” K said.
Patricia gave him a
hug.
“Don’t worry, K,’
Patricia reiterated.
“Will you be there,
after the operation?”
“Of course, I don’t
want to lose sight of you,” Pat said firmly.
A doctor came in the
room.
“I’m sorry. I’ll have
to ask you to leave. Visiting hours are over.” The doctor said apologetically.
Patricia broke up the
cuddle and said: “I’ll see you tomorrow after the operation.”
“Ok, bye Patricia! See
you tomorrow,” K said, trying to hold in his tears.
Slowly, Pat left room.
“Are you sure you want
the sex reassignment surgery?” The doctor inquired.
“Yes, I feel ready for
it,” K said convincingly.
A moment of silence
passed.
“Who’s going to
operate on me?” the patient asked.
“I think you know her.
It’s Doctor Laferme.”
K involuntarily
thought of Laferme. A shiver went across his body. But still in his mind he
wanted to be woman.
The doctor, noticing
the patients’ discomfort, said: “She’s a fine doctor and I’m quite sure she’ll
do her job adequately.”
“An anesthetic nurse
will join us soon and you’ll feel sleepy in a little while. When you wake up,
don’t be surprise if you find bandages. Don’t remove them nor remove any tubes.
It has to heal.”
“Ok,” Said K bravely.
The nurse entered the
room. She introduced herself and she carefully explained the procedure to him.
“Let me know when
you’re ready.” She said with her needle in her hand.
“I’m ready,” K said firmly.
The nurse slowly
injected the sedative.
“Can you count to
ten?” The nurse asked.
But the patient was
already sleeping.
K dreamed of being in
front of a mirror, looking at her vagina for the first time. She wondered about
its texture. Will it feel rough or soft? Can it provide pleasure? How deep is
it? What does a female orgasm feel like? At last, she dreamed about the
mistresses and their lesbian adventures. K didn’t want the dream to end. But
alas, she woke up in her bed. She slowly opened her eyes and saw blurry images.
“How do you feel?” a
familiar voice said.
K tried to clear her
vision and saw Patricia and Blue.
K proudly said: “I
feel like a woman!” with a grin on her face.
“I don’t want to
disturb the moment but I need to talk to the doctor. I’m sure you two can get
along without me,” Blue said.
K and Pat agreed. The
mistress left the room to search for Doctor Laferme.
“There you are,
Doctor!” Blue yelled.
“The operation was a
success. Can we talk in private?” Laferme asked.
“I was hoping for
that.” The mistress said pleasantly.
They went into an
empty room.
“So, tell me more
details Doctor, please.”
“Well, we removed his
prostate replacement unit. My team inserted a new experimental artificial
vagina, capable of simulating all sorts or cramps, including heavy cramps,
bleeding and vaginal discharge. It can also simulate irregular periods and the
intensity of the bleedings. I took the liberty of inserting state of the art
anal control. This allows for holding the faecies much longer. For the rest, it
has same capabilities as the artificial vagina. I believe it will become a
fashion among transwomen.” Laferme elaborated.
“Excellent, doctor.” Blue
said appraisingly.
The doctor gave her
the remote control for K’s implants. They said goodbye to each other and left.
Blue returned to K’s room.
“I just talked to Doctor
Laferme and she gave me this.”
She showed them the
remote control.
“What is it?” K asked.
Blue explained about
the remote control.
“So, in fact, it
simulates the vagina.” K observed.
“Yes but it also has
settings for anal control.”
The conversation
continued. K talked about her feelings and desires. Pat and K talked most of
the time. Blue left the clinic when she was tired but Pat remained. For the
next few days, K remained in the clinic. After that she was discharged. Blue
and Patricia were picking her up. The doctor entered the room to give K her final
instructions.
“Don’t forget to use
the prosthesis for several weeks. After that,
you can have intercourse. If it gets itchy, use an ointment.”
The doctor gave her a
dildo looking object.
“Thank you for
everything,” K said finally, and she left the room.
The female saw a car
parked in front of the clinic. She walked to it and got in.
“Well, you got the sex
change. But it wasn’t cheap…I’m afraid you’ll have to make a contribution,”
Blue said to K.
K wondered what she
meant but she was still adjusting to her new identity.
After a half hour,
they arrived at the sisterhood house of Mistresses. They entered the building.
The lights were off. K carefully walked into the room. She turned on the light.
All at once, they
yelled: “Surprise!”
K saw a grand birthday
cake, obviously symbolizing the birth of K’s new identity. Everybody wanted to
talk to K. She did her best to satisfy everybody. It exhausted her and she had
lay down on a bed. Emotions overcame her.
The next day, Blue
woke her up.
“Good morning, how do
you feel?”
“I think I ate too
much cake. The prosthesis feels like a foreign object in my vagina. But it’s necessary.”
“I don’t want to spoil
your mood, but we need to talk about something.”
Blue paused.
“The thing is: you
have to pay for the operation. It may seem horrible but the only thing we come
up with is to sell your body.”
“I have to prostitute
my body?” K asked unsurely.
“I know this may sound
hard for you. But we checked out everything we could. It is the only option.”
Blue said sadly.
“I brought an electronic
newspaper. It has an advertisement you may want to read,” she continued.
K accepted the
newspaper. She turns over the leaves of it, looking for the typical contact
pages. An ad caught her attention.
It read:”Refined woman
offers her services to men. Being intimate is one of the possibilities. For
more information, call the sisterhood of Mistresses.” It ended with a phone
number.
“You can start
tomorrow.” Blue said somewhat firmly.
“But my vagina isn’t
completely healed” K protested.
“I’m truly sorry. I’m
not kidding you. But we need the money as soon as possible.”
Blue gave a long lasting
hug to K.
“You’ll need to invent
a working name for your customers.” The mistress added.
She left the room so K
could absorb her feelings of having sex for the first time as a woman. She also
cried; she couldn’t comprehend why her first time had to be with a client. At
the end, she realized the mistresses were right; she had to pay for the
surgery. She rested her head on her pillow, trying to sleep. Tomorrow, after
all, was a big day.
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