I Enjoy Forced Feminization Stories
Part 2: This is a continuation from part 1, with the same title. Enjoy.
Anyway, things were going along quite well, when a month or two later, out of the blue, he told me one day he had been to his doctor because he was concerned with the quite substantial lumps he was feeling that extended well beyond each areola. I just about spit out the mouthful of dinner I was in the process of chewing, trying to cover up my surprise with a ‘coughing fit.’
“Was the doctor able to tell you anything? Or does he have to run a whole slew of tests?” I queried, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Well, he said I for sure have advanced gynecomastia. I’d never heard of that before, but he said 60% of men have it at some point in their lives, just not usually in their 20’s and not usually as well developed as mine, but it isn’t unheard of either. He also said I have hypogonadism which might be causing the gynecomastia, or vice versa, he wasn’t sure. Basically, he took some blood to check my hormone levels.”
In response to my quizzical look he replied, “My balls are too small. Well, smaller than they should be. He said they’re about the size of a seven or eight year old boy, and too soft and squishy. I guess they should be bigger and much firmer. I don’t know, I kind of like how they disappear up inside now, don’t you Chrissy?”
‘Oh ****!’ I said to myself, but out loud I replied “Oh yeah, they look great like that. Did he say what you should do about it?” I asked wondering when I should start to panic.
“Yeah, he wanted to know all about my supplements, and told me to stop taking everything for a week or so until we figure this out. He kept asking me if that was all I was REALLY taking, like I was holding something back or something! He said depending on my hormone levels he might give me a trial of testosterone therapy, to see if that helps things.”
I was barely able to keep my composure for fear that I had been finally caught perpetrating my scheme, but of course the doctor didn’t want to actually see the supplements, just a list of what he was taking. Even so, it was a pretty tense week or so for me until Tim’s blood tests came back, and of course the levels were as I hoped: very low testosterone (around the level of a normal female) and very high estrogens (on the high side even for a female!)
Tim’s doctor suggested that one possible cause was mild androgen insensitivity syndrome that resulted in an increase in the activity of an enzyme that normally converts a small amount of testosterone into estradiol, even in males. In Tim’s case, they figured it had gone into overdrive and was converting most of his testosterone to the female hormone estradiol. That combined with the saw palmetto Tim had been taking (out of fear of prostate problems like his dad had suffered with) almost completely stopped any effect testosterone would normally have had on Tim. In the doctor’s mind, this could easily explain the reduction in body hair, softer skin, enlarged breasts and shrinkage of his testes.
He suggested Tim try a couple weeks of testosterone therapy to see if his serum hormone levels could be brought closer to normal male levels. That was probably our worst month ever.
By this time, it had been almost three weeks since Tim had had any estradiol. He was incredibly bitchy and irritable about the least little thing and seemed like he was on an emotional roller coaster. One minute he seemed happy and content and the next, he was tense and anxious seemingly without any provocation. He was tired all the time and complained that he never seemed to have enough energy to do even things he had liked doing before, let alone chores around the house. He had stopped working out which was unusual for him, and generally seemed depressed. He was even less interested in sex than usual and really couldn’t be coaxed into it. He had pretty bad nausea and diarrhea on top of it all, but the worst symptoms by far, had to be the intense hot flashes he was having. We could be sitting around talking and he would get so flushed and hot he literally sweated through his shirts or blouses. He was also waking up once or twice a night with similar night sweats, soaking the sheets around him. With some research on the internet, I discovered these are all symptoms of low estrogen in women, common around menopause. Oh my god, I thought. He’s menopausal!
His doctor started him with an initial injection of testosterone. Tim was supposed to follow up with daily applications of testosterone gel. The gel was kind of nasty since he had to be careful about touching anyone else (like me!) after applying it since it was so easily absorbed through the skin. Unfortunately, after a month or two on the gel with bi-weekly injections Tim and his physician decided maybe testosterone was doing more harm than good.
Tim seemed even more depressed and moody if anything, not less. He was starting to lash out at me again in that old angry tone for pretty insignificant things. He told me with some dismay one morning that he had started getting the occasional spontaneous erection again, but his **** felt more intensely tender and seemed to be growing, not decreasing in size. We had a good cry that morning as he described how awful he was feeling since starting the testosterone, how out of control he was starting to feel.
“Honey, maybe you should talk to the doctor again, and tell him how it’s affecting you. You could always go back on your old supplements since you felt a lot better when you were taking those, than now. I kind of prefer the old you, even if you don’t get erections. I mean, you seemed pretty happy before you went to the doctor, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was feeling pretty good back then. I don’t feel like me now. I wish I could go back in time; I wouldn’t even go to the doctor if I knew I would end up feeling this way. We sure had more fun together doing makeup and wearing lingerie and all, before I started taking testosterone. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it after all.”
He got pensive then, so I just laid my head on his lovely small breasts, running my hands over his still hairless body.
“Baby,” he said tentatively. “I need you to promise you won’t get too mad at me, if I tell you something really, really personal. Do you promise?”
“Sure, sugar. I promise,” I said mentally holding my breath.
“Well, this is so hard to put into words, but before I went to the doctor…Oh god I don’t know if I can tell you!”
“Sure you can, baby. I promise to just listen. I won’t make any judgments. Now go ahead, say what you obviously need to say to me,” I said while continuing to caress his breasts. He closed his eyes and moaned as I sucked on each nipple.
“Mmmm, that feels so nice, and I guess that’s part of the problem. I mean, I was feeling so much closer to you when I was like, well…when I was like a girl before. I loved having you suck on my nipples—remember the ****** I had from just that? I don’t…I don’t feel like that anymore, and, I really kind of want to again. Please don’t hate me, but…I think this testosterone is making me feel like ****. I want to feel feminine and pretty, like before. I want to stop taking the testosterone and maybe get laser to remove my beard. The only good part is my breasts have somehow gotten bigger on testosterone, but I really don’t like how I feel now. I really, really don’t like how I look now either. My body hair’s coming back and I smell different too; it’s gross! How did I put up with this before? I just can’t stand it. I was so much happier before. I hope you won’t be too disappointed, but I stopped using the gel three days ago,” he said the last part in almost a whisper, and when I looked up, I saw tears in the corners of his eyes and knew he had been thinking about this a great deal.
“Oh, honey! I want you to be happy!” I said choking back my own tears. “If it makes you feel that bad, I’m glad you stopped already. I think you should definitely get your beard removed if that will make you happy too. You know, baby, I think I remember my Mom telling me about a friend of hers who put her husband on female hormones. If I remember right, she did it so he would stop a **** addiction he had and it really, really worked. I also think he ended up with lovely **** like yours in the bargain. Mom said he’s more like one of the girls now than a guy. Would you like me to find out where she got them? Would you like to take them too? It’s totally fine with me if you do.”
Tim was pretty much into a full on crying jag at this point and just nodded his head yes as he clung to me. I smiled at him, wiping the tears from his cheeks, feeling glorious in victory, even if he didn’t realize he had been emasculated in his defeat. “OK, honey. Why don’t I call her right now and find out how to get them, or, do you want to tell your doctor you want to try estrogen instead of testosterone?”
“No, no…I couldn’t do…I mean what would I tell him…why I want…I mean…God no! I don’t think I could ask him that. Please! Ask your Mom, but don’t tell her what’s going on. Please!”
“It’s alright baby, have a good cry in here and I’ll go call her and see if we can get some of that other stuff right away from Linda, her friend.” I hugged Tim again, and went to find my cell phone and call my mother with the good news.
I could barely contain my glee as I related the last couple months: Tim going to the doctor, stopping all supplements and estradiol, becoming menopausal, starting testosterone which didn’t help at all, and now his confession of how he wanted or needed to feel like a girl!
“Well honey, it sounds like you won. You got your revenge. I have to admit he was much nicer before all this started with his doctor. And it sounds like he was much happier back then too. Even he said so. So, are you going to stop now or what?”
“Oh Mom, I don’t know! I really preferred Tim before all this too. He was becoming the perfect husband. That sounds weird I know, but it’s true.”
“How was he in bed though?” Mom asked.
I giggled aloud, replying “He could barely get it up towards the end when he went to see the doctor, but damn, he could suck my **** like no other man I have ever been with. I kind of miss those multiple ******* with him. Lately we’ve barely had sex, even though he said he’s starting to get spontaneous erections during the day again.”
“Well, you could always find a lover for the times when you need a good hard **** in you, but he sounds like every woman’s dream husband otherwise.”
“Exactly, that’s what I was thinking. But the best part is he asked me to see if I could get him some estrogen from you or Linda! He wants to start taking it on his own!”
“No way!” Mom exclaimed. “It just gets better and better, doesn’t it honey? What are you going to do?”
“Well, I guess I hand over the bottle of Progynova tablets I was slipping him for starters. But you know, when I was doing all that research on estradiol, I remember reading that injections were the most effective and also the cheapest. That’s also what Linda told me her hub took now.”
“Well, if it’s cheaper and works better, and now that he knows, he wants to take it….” Mom said suggestively.
“Yeah, I hear you. Well, I’m going to fake a trip over to Linda’s to get the juice for him. He was so despondent, God, you should have heard him. I don’t know if I can take much more of him like this. I better get going. I’ll call you later, OK? Love ya’ Mom!”
“Love you too, honey. Keep me posted. I think I’m going to start your father on this now that we know how well it works. Good luck with the sissy!”
I walked back into the bedroom. Tim was still curled up on the bed where I left him, a growing pile of used tissues on the floor beside him.
“Good news, honey; Linda has some Progynova tablets and would be happy to give us some. She also said we should consider injections since they’re lots cheaper and maybe even more effective. Do you want me to look into that, baby?”
“Oh God! I feel so awful! When can we get the pills?” he practically begged. “You know I don’t like shots, but I guess we can try injections. Do they hurt much? I don’t know, if it makes me feel like my old self, I could get used to them I suppose.”
“Well, you don’t have to decide right away, but Linda said I could come over now and pick up the Progynova. Want to come?”
“Could you go for me, please?” He did beg this time. “I feel so nauseous right now, I don’t know if I could take the car ride, Chrissy. Please! I’ll owe you for sure, I promise!”
“Alright, baby. I hate seeing you like this. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Love ya’!” I said grabbing my purse and keys and heading out. Needless to say, I didn’t have to go all the way across town to Linda’s, so I went to the nearest Starbucks, had a latte and browsed the internet for injectable estradiol.
When I got back, Tim was lying on the couch, not much better than when I left except that he had managed to stop crying and put on his favorite chemise. I got him a glass of water and handed over the plastic bottle of two milligram Progynova tablets.
He looked at the bottle as if it was about to explode. “This seems like such a big step. I don’t know, maybe I should go back to Doctor Kramer. I mean, female hormones and all. Wow! Should I really do this?”
“Well, baby, you’ve really been suffering these past weeks while on male hormones, so that apparently isn’t the answer. What the hell? If it makes you feel better, who cares if they’re male or female hormones? So, take them for a couple days and see how you feel, then make a decision. What do you have to loose?” I countered.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I can’t keep on feeling like this. How many should I take, one, two?”
“Linda said start with one in the morning and one in the evening, so take one now and then another around dinner. I don’t think it matters if you take it with food, but it can’t hurt. In a couple weeks you can increase to three per day if you want.”
“OK, but the way my stomach feels right now, I don’t think I could keep any food down anyway. Here goes!” he said half-heartedly placing a pill on his tongue and washing it down with water. He grinned up at me and said, “Well, I haven’t died yet!”
“No, and you better not either,” I said swatting him on his round butt. “Move over girlfriend, so we can cuddle. It seems like you need a little TLC and maybe we can find a nice chick flick to watch, eh?”
“Yeah I’d like that,” he said swinging his legs out of the way and adjusting his chemise to cover his crotch. I caught a flash of pink, lace panties, which I knew were favorites of his.
“Nice panties, you big sissy,” I said snuggling in close and kissing him on the cheek.
“Yeah, you think so? I bet you say that to all the sissies you snuggle with,” he replied absently, switching on the TV. Lucky for us Sleepless in Seattle was on and we both had a nice cry when Sam and Jonah and Annie finally get together in New York City.
“So, how’re you feeling,” I asked at the end of the movie.
“I don’t know if this is possible, I mean it must be all in my mind, but I feel much better. The nausea is gone, which is nice. I didn’t have a hot flash the entire movie. I really feel a lot better! Do you think it could work that fast?”
“I don’t know, but don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Keep taking that stuff and don’t argue.”
“Yes ma’am!” he said gleefully. “Hey, do you feel like going out for a bite to eat? I suddenly feel starving. Why don’t I get dressed and we’ll go to Pamela’s, if they’re still open.”
“It’s Saturday, silly. They’re open all day. Put some clothes on and let’s go.”
Tim jumped up and scurried into the bedroom, reappearing about 15 or 20 minutes later in straight cut, skinny jeans, a tight fitting, feminine blouse and the cutest ankle boots with three inch heels. I had to admit he looked every bit the young, confident woman, as the jeans really showed off his cute butt, and the blouse accentuated his small breasts. With his hair brushed out and the most makeup I had ever seen him leave the house wearing (though still tasteful, just very obviously how a woman would wear it), I seriously doubted anyone would give him a second look.
“OK girlfriend, let’s go,” he said clutching a purse but breaking the spell with his too masculine voice.
“Maybe you should let me do the talking, honey. You look really cute, but your voice doesn’t quite fit your new look,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Well, I feel SO good right now, I don’t care who knows I’m a girl! But maybe you should do most of the talking today,” Tim said, grinning back.
As it turned out, thanks to a quick call I made to Sandy while Tim was dressing, that turned out to be a somewhat prophetic statement about not caring who knew he was becoming a girl.
When we got to Pamela’s, they were every bit as crowded as we expected, but we got lucky and a table of four left just as we arrived and we were seated almost right away.
The waitress had just brought our coffee, when we heard my name called, amazingly audible above the din of voices and clatter and clink of plates and silverware. We turned in unison toward the front of the diner. Sandy, a buxom blonde, was not so gently elbowing her way through the crowd that had gathered since our arrival, waiting for tables.
“Thanks so much for inviting me. Good thing you got a table already,” she said to me, grinning broadly and slightly out of breath from her exertions. “I thought Tim was coming too. Who’s your friend?” she asked turning to size up Tim as women do when they meet for the first time.
Tim sat frozen, mouth agape, with the deepest blush I’ve ever seen suffusing his cheeks. It was so apparent even through his foundation, that I couldn’t help giggling.
“Oh! My! God!” Sandy exclaimed softly so that only the two of us could hear while brazenly checking Tim out, head to toe. “No, *******, way! You look absolutely, amazing, Tim. I never would have guessed if I didn’t know you both.” Turning to me, she said, “**** girl! You weren’t kidding when you said Tim was a babe. Wow! I am stunned! You really look great, honey” she said to Tim again and kissed him on the cheek. As she sat down Tim was finally able to come to his senses but only managed to glower in my direction, trying not to make eye contact with Sandy.
“Well, honey, you were the one who said you didn’t care who knew you were a girl. I thought you would enjoy having Sandy join us, especially since you two have been getting on so much better lately. You know, just us girls getting together.”
Tim shrugged sheepishly while Sandy and I giggled like two schoolgirls. The waitress brought Sandy a mug of coffee and asked if “you girls” are ready to order. Taking my cue, I ordered for all three of us to save Tim that embarrassment.
“So, I see you’re not the same old Tim…hey, we can’t call her Tim when she’s like this, can we?” Sandy asked, obviously enjoying as Tim squirmed under her intense scrutiny.
“Have you considered which female name you want, hun?” I asked.
“No, not really. I mean…well, I didn’t…it’s not like I’ve been trying to be a girl, at least not before this,” he said almost too low for us to hear above the waxing and waning cacophony of the diner.
“Hey! Let’s see what the internet has for female versions of Tim,” Sandy said pulling out her iPhone. We had a good laugh over the various suggestions such as Timothea, Timberly, Timmi, Timina and Timaula, but Sandy and I decided they just didn’t work for our new girlfriend.
“You know, I think something entirely different from Tim or Timothy…oh like Melissa, would work better. Don’t you think?” I asked the two of them.
“Yeah, I don’t mind that,” Tim said not too enthusiastically.
“I have it! This is so right, you just have to use it, honey,” Sandy said taking Tim’s manicured hand. “Nice nails by the way,” she said examining them closely. The light pink color was almost the same as his skin and barely noticeable, but the shape was distinctly feminine. How had I missed that before now, I wondered to myself.
“So, let’s call her Mandy; it could be with a ‘Y’ at the end or an ‘I’. It’s short for A- man- da“ she said breaking the full name into it’s component syllables.
“Maybe it should be A- man-, not!” I said breaking up in squeals of laughter along with Sandy. Tim just looked glum, taking it all in, trying not to blush again.
“Oh, come on, honey, lighten up,” I said still giggling. “You were the one who said you were a girl, and you said you were feeling a lot better since taking the estradiol, which I assume means your system likes having it. And, it’s not like you’ve exactly been a stud muffin in bed lately.” Sandy grinned at that news, looking back and forth expectantly between the two of us.
“I know, but that’s because I’ve been feeling so lousy lately,” he countered. “I bet I could perform OK, now that I’m feeling better.”
“OK, honey, maybe you could, but it’s not like you were a raging bull before either.” Turning to Sandy I continued, “Before he went to see his doctor, he really didn’t get many erections and when he did, he couldn’t really *** like a man, you know the way he used to,” I said to Sandy matter-of-factly.
“Wow! That’s so cool,” Sandy said. “And those are real too, right?” she asked gesturing at Tim’s breasts.
“Yes, they’re real,” Tim said looking down at his own not-quite cleavage.
“But you like them, don’t you Mandy?” Sandy probed.
“Yes,” Mandy said, barely audible.
“Would you rather be a girl or a boy, Mandy?” Sandy asked. I held my breath as Mandy looked from Sandy to me, and back. She regarded Sandy for a long moment, obviously turning things over in her mind.
“I’d rather be like this,” Mandy said quietly.
“A boy or a girl, Mandy, it’s a simple question with a simple answer. Which would you rather be, honey?” Sandy pressed her.
“I…I’d…I’d rather be a girl,” Mandy said quietly but definitively while looking at me, apparently for approval. I smiled quickly and let out a huge sigh, relieved to hear her answer, knowing it was almost certainly too late for her ever to be a normal boy again after taking estradiol for almost a year.
I took Mandy’s hand and looked deep into her eyes. “If this is what you really want, I’m ecstatic for you, baby. I love the new Amanda. Now, lets eat,” I said releasing her hand as the waitress put our brunches in front of us, giving Mandy and I knowing looks. While eating, Mandy answered a million questions, detailing for Sandy what she and her doctor had surmised about the cause of her ‘condition.’ I just listened for the most part, smiling to myself over how successfully my plan had worked. I could always fill Sandy in later privately.
After eating and paying our bill, the three of us strolled and chatted, window shopping our way back home. At one point, while trying on some jeans in The Gap, Sandy leaned close to Mandy and whispered conspiratorially, “Your jeans are smooth in the front just like mine, how do you do it? Has everything shrunk that much already? You don’t mind me asking, do you?”
“No, it’s OK Sandy. My balls have gotten pretty small, which I guess makes sense considering what’s going on with me. Most of the time you can’t even tell I have them. I guess they’re up inside now. So, it’s pretty easy to tuck the other parts back underneath so I look how a girl is supposed to look, you know in the front.”
“That’s so cool! How small have they gotten? Would you mind showing me? I mean now that you’re a girl, what’s the difference, right? It’s not like it would have been before, right?”
Mandy blushed crimson again. “No, it’s definitely not like before,” she said, probably remembering her attempted seductions of Sandy not that long ago. “I don’t mind; I’ll show you. That is, if Chrissy is OK with it, but I don’t want to show you here in the store.” She looked over at me for approval. I nodded my assent silently, thinking how different this would be than how that ******* Tim had originally planned to show Sandy his balls.
“I understand, honey. Those jeans look hot on you by the way. You should definitely buy them. It’s so much fun now that you’re a girl, don’t you think? I can’t wait to get you home and do a fashion show, if you’re done trying things on,” Sandy said with anticipation. I paid for Mandy and my purchases while Sandy and she chatted, asking more questions about how she was changing I presume. Afterward, we walked slowly home, enjoying the early spring warm spell.
As we walked home, I was musing on how well my plan for revenge was working, perhaps a bit too well. Honestly, when I began, I didn’t imagine Tim would eventually become Amanda or that he would prefer to be a girl, but based on Tim’s experiences while off the estradiol, there seemed no going back now.
When we finally arrived home, Amanda immediately disappeared into our bedroom while Sandy and I chatted and made a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast counter sipping coffee, we were treated to the kind of fashion show I never in my wildest dreams imagined my old boyfriend Tim performing. The new Amanda however was enjoying herself immensely.
Amanda had changed into the new jeans she had just purchased, a beautiful multicolored blouse of mine that more than showed off her new breasts, especially without a bra, and ultra sexy four-inch black pumps from Jessica Simpson. She had further accentuated her eye makeup and teased her hair into that just-****** look that turns men on so much. To say she was a vision of smoldering feminine sexuality would have been as much of an understatement as saying she had finally shed all vestiges of her former masculinity. She proceeded to primp and prance about for us, changing combinations at our suggestions and blushing when Sandy and I whooped and hollered our appreciation.
“OK, honey, now its time for the ultimate denouement,” Sandy said. “You are so sexy and beautiful, Amanda, I want to see you in your favorite lingerie. Be a dear and make Sandy a happy girl; show us what’s under all those beautiful clothes.”
Amanda blushed but I could tell she was secretly happy to comply with Sandy’s request. “Alright, but give me a few minutes, OK?”
“Sure, honey,” I said. “Take all the time you need, but Sandy’s right. You really are quite beautiful. How do you feel?”
“I feel fantastic! And, I feel really pretty with you two girls. I mean, I guess I feel like you’ve really begun to accept me for how I really am. Thanks! This means so much to me, you have no idea. I don’t want this to ever end.”
I could see Amanda’s eyes full of tears and knew she was moments away from bawling, but then I was feeling teary myself.
‘Oh! My makeup—don’t get me started crying now. It’ll ruin my eyes!” Amanda said scurrying back to the bedroom in her heels. Sandy and I exchanged knowing looks as Amanda’s cute *** disappeared around the door jamb.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that long before our patience was rewarded by Amanda’s appearance in a red bra and panty set from Felina. The bra had lovely, feminine lace along the top of the cups while the matching panties had lace along the leg openings and crotch. She was obviously tucked as she looked quite smooth along the front without even a hint of the extra appendage Sandy and I both knew she still had. She also wore a matching lace skirt with satin bow and garter straps holding up black, shear, lace-top thigh highs creating a sexy contrast with the red of her panties, bra and skirt. Her look was finished with the four-inch black pumps she had been wearing before.
I watched Sandy’s jaw drop with surprise. Other than the click and clack of Amanda’s heels on the hardwood floor, you could have heard a pin drop as Amanda struck first one pose, than another looking utterly at home in high heels.
“Well, what do you think?” Amanda finally queried.
“I…I…I don’t know what to say,” Sandy began hesitantly. “My God, Tim, I mean Amanda! I just had no idea…I mean you’re so beautiful and sexy! I don’t see a bit of the old Tim; what did you do with him, honey?” Sandy asked laughing and getting up to walk around Amanda, examining her from every angle.
“Well, I don’t know if I fully realized it myself until today, but this is the real me. Amanda is here to stay. I hope that’s OK, honey,” Amanda said looking over at me as Sandy felt first one of her breasts, then the other.
“Of course, Mandy. You know I want you to be happy and us girls have to stick together,” I replied smiling broadly.
By then Sandy had begun rubbing her hands across Mandy’s lace covered crotch, watching for a response. Without asking, she slid one hand inside Mandy’s panties grabbing her member.
“I see what you mean about your balls being gone. Where the hell did they go, honey?” Sandy asked as she slowly stroked Mandy.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Mandy said in a low husky voice. “I wish I didn’t still have them, but they’re there; just up inside. Here, I’ll show you,” she said pushing the panties down so they fell around her heels before stepping out of them. I could see her small penis silhouetted in the shear lace of her skirt with no sack hanging behind it.
Mandy stepped her feet wide, pulled up the skirt and began pressing on her pubic mound. First one testicle then the other momentarily dropped down into the loose folds of her scrotum, but as soon as she let up the pressure, they rebounded back up inside her. She grinned as Sandy tried pushing them down only to rebound back inside when she let go.
“See what I mean?” Mandy said to Sandy.
“Yeah, wow! But its so sexy, the smooth look,” Sandy replied still fondling Mandy’s sackless member. “What about this guy, does he still get hard?”
Mandy giggled. “Not so much, no. I wouldn’t mind if it never did to be honest. If I’m lucky, the hormones I’m taking will shrink it to nothing and I won’t ever have that problem again.”
Sandy looked over at me before replying. “Well, Chrissy might still enjoy ******* a hard one, did you think of that?”
“Yeah, I know, but I can’t help how I feel as Amanda. I need to be the woman I was meant to be. I’m so sorry baby,” she said looking over at me. “I think I’ve always felt this way, it’s who I need to be. I hope you understand,” she said, eyes tearing slightly.
“It’s OK, honey, I understand,” I replied. “I don’t really see you as a man anymore either. I guess it’s a good thing I’m bi. But then again, I do like penises too. I hope you’ll understand that too.”
Meanwhile, Sandy had continued her ministrations to Mandy’s little ****, which were starting to have the expected results. Sandy and I ganged up on her and I led her by the hand to the couch, while Sandy kept up stroking her. Between the two of us, we had her undressed in no time. I proceeded to suck on her erect nipples while Sandy went down on her firm, but not rigid ****. As I paused for air at one point, I considered the tableau my she-male boyfriend presented: hair and makeup done to the max, small though prominent boobs, hairless body and legs, firm yet small erection, stocking clad legs with heels.
I could see Sandy reaching into her own panties to stimulate herself as she continued to suck Mandy’s ****. I alternated between long sensual kisses with Mandy and sucking on her wonderful boobs as she reached into my panties to stimulate my **** as only she knew how to do after long practice. It had literally been weeks for both us since we had last had our version of sex so I wasn’t too surprised when I noticed she was quickly getting close to having an ******. I continued to suck on his nipples and stimulate her breasts since I knew that would almost certainly get her to climax. In short order I was rewarded as she tensed up and began moaning louder than usual, forgetting what she was doing in my panties. After two or three strong grunts, she settled back on the couch, almost limp from her exertions.
Sandy looked up at the two of us, more than a little surprised. “He hardly ****!” she exclaimed. “Just one spurt and that was it! That’s amazing! But I bet you didn’t expect to be getting a blow-job from me, did you Tim?” she said laughing.
Mandy looked chagrinned. “No, Sandy, I really didn’t. I hope you didn’t mind, it really felt wonderful. I’d love to return the favor. It’s better if I barely spurt, don’t you think? There for a while I wasn’t spurting at all, before I went back on that nasty testosterone, so hopefully I’ll stop that real soon too,” Mandy explained smiling.
I looked conspiratorially at Mandy and said “Well, that was nice, but I think it’s Sandy’s turn next, don’t you girl friend?”
“Yes I certainly do. If you don’t mind, I’d like to do the honors,” Mandy said as she started to unbutton Sandy’s jeans, sliding her hand down the front of her satin panties. With a squeal of delight Sandy laid back on the couch as I moved in to work on her substantial breasts. Sandy and I had been occasional lovers in high school and less often since college, but we both enjoyed the fairer sex. She kissed me lustily in return as Mandy continued to undress her until her smooth ***** was revealed in all its moist glory. Mandy immediately went to work with her mouth on Sandy’s lower lips and clitoris. She had become quite adept at getting me off that way and I knew Sandy would enjoy her skills as much as I did.
It wasn’t long before Sandy was writhing in pleasure as Mandy’s relentless tongue worked its subtle magic. After her third ******, Sandy lay in a puddle of her own secretions, a mixture of sweat and vaginal excretions, metaphorically a puddle herself. Mandy lay next to her on the couch, still naked with her pert round breasts poking up in contrast to the pendulous hang of Sandy’s large mammaries. Despite the intensity of the session, Mandy was still quite limp in the penis department.
“Holy ****, Sandy! You’re amazing! I always imagined sex with you would be something like that. I’m so glad you let me eat your *****.” Mandy mused as she idly played with herself.
“You go, girl friend!” Sandy replied. “You’re pretty good with that tongue. Do you miss not being able to **** like a man, honey? I notice you’re still limp.”
“What? This old thing?” Mandy said laughing and letting her limp **** flop against her thigh. “No, being a girl is so much better than being a boy. I don’t miss it a bit. Actually, I wish I had a vagina to be honest, and not this worthless little thing.”
Sandy and I smiled at each other knowing we had finally and truly won. We would eventually start using that date as Mandy’s birthday, literally the day Mandy was born to the world. ‘Tim’ slowly appeared less and less, and Mandy gradually began to live her life. Tim didn’t bother trying to hide his breasts on Monday at work and started wearing more obviously feminine attire. Unfortunately, Tim lost many of his male clients as his breasts grew bigger and his figure generally slimmed down, lost muscle mass and became more feminine. The up side was that Mandy gained a whole new clientele that didn’t mind, even supported her transition to womanhood, including many new male clients. Of course it didn’t hurt that Mandy was much, much more attracted to men now.
As for me, I never had penetrative sex again with Tim or Mandy, though I have had a series of male lovers to satisfy my need for hard ****. In fact, Mandy has had almost as many men in her bed as I have at this point, but those are stories for another time. Suffice it to say, Mandy, my bisexual wife is here to stay, and we couldn’t be happier with the arrangement.
Anyway, things were going along quite well, when a month or two later, out of the blue, he told me one day he had been to his doctor because he was concerned with the quite substantial lumps he was feeling that extended well beyond each areola. I just about spit out the mouthful of dinner I was in the process of chewing, trying to cover up my surprise with a ‘coughing fit.’
“Was the doctor able to tell you anything? Or does he have to run a whole slew of tests?” I queried, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Well, he said I for sure have advanced gynecomastia. I’d never heard of that before, but he said 60% of men have it at some point in their lives, just not usually in their 20’s and not usually as well developed as mine, but it isn’t unheard of either. He also said I have hypogonadism which might be causing the gynecomastia, or vice versa, he wasn’t sure. Basically, he took some blood to check my hormone levels.”
In response to my quizzical look he replied, “My balls are too small. Well, smaller than they should be. He said they’re about the size of a seven or eight year old boy, and too soft and squishy. I guess they should be bigger and much firmer. I don’t know, I kind of like how they disappear up inside now, don’t you Chrissy?”
‘Oh ****!’ I said to myself, but out loud I replied “Oh yeah, they look great like that. Did he say what you should do about it?” I asked wondering when I should start to panic.
“Yeah, he wanted to know all about my supplements, and told me to stop taking everything for a week or so until we figure this out. He kept asking me if that was all I was REALLY taking, like I was holding something back or something! He said depending on my hormone levels he might give me a trial of testosterone therapy, to see if that helps things.”
I was barely able to keep my composure for fear that I had been finally caught perpetrating my scheme, but of course the doctor didn’t want to actually see the supplements, just a list of what he was taking. Even so, it was a pretty tense week or so for me until Tim’s blood tests came back, and of course the levels were as I hoped: very low testosterone (around the level of a normal female) and very high estrogens (on the high side even for a female!)
Tim’s doctor suggested that one possible cause was mild androgen insensitivity syndrome that resulted in an increase in the activity of an enzyme that normally converts a small amount of testosterone into estradiol, even in males. In Tim’s case, they figured it had gone into overdrive and was converting most of his testosterone to the female hormone estradiol. That combined with the saw palmetto Tim had been taking (out of fear of prostate problems like his dad had suffered with) almost completely stopped any effect testosterone would normally have had on Tim. In the doctor’s mind, this could easily explain the reduction in body hair, softer skin, enlarged breasts and shrinkage of his testes.
He suggested Tim try a couple weeks of testosterone therapy to see if his serum hormone levels could be brought closer to normal male levels. That was probably our worst month ever.
By this time, it had been almost three weeks since Tim had had any estradiol. He was incredibly bitchy and irritable about the least little thing and seemed like he was on an emotional roller coaster. One minute he seemed happy and content and the next, he was tense and anxious seemingly without any provocation. He was tired all the time and complained that he never seemed to have enough energy to do even things he had liked doing before, let alone chores around the house. He had stopped working out which was unusual for him, and generally seemed depressed. He was even less interested in sex than usual and really couldn’t be coaxed into it. He had pretty bad nausea and diarrhea on top of it all, but the worst symptoms by far, had to be the intense hot flashes he was having. We could be sitting around talking and he would get so flushed and hot he literally sweated through his shirts or blouses. He was also waking up once or twice a night with similar night sweats, soaking the sheets around him. With some research on the internet, I discovered these are all symptoms of low estrogen in women, common around menopause. Oh my god, I thought. He’s menopausal!
His doctor started him with an initial injection of testosterone. Tim was supposed to follow up with daily applications of testosterone gel. The gel was kind of nasty since he had to be careful about touching anyone else (like me!) after applying it since it was so easily absorbed through the skin. Unfortunately, after a month or two on the gel with bi-weekly injections Tim and his physician decided maybe testosterone was doing more harm than good.
Tim seemed even more depressed and moody if anything, not less. He was starting to lash out at me again in that old angry tone for pretty insignificant things. He told me with some dismay one morning that he had started getting the occasional spontaneous erection again, but his **** felt more intensely tender and seemed to be growing, not decreasing in size. We had a good cry that morning as he described how awful he was feeling since starting the testosterone, how out of control he was starting to feel.
“Honey, maybe you should talk to the doctor again, and tell him how it’s affecting you. You could always go back on your old supplements since you felt a lot better when you were taking those, than now. I kind of prefer the old you, even if you don’t get erections. I mean, you seemed pretty happy before you went to the doctor, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was feeling pretty good back then. I don’t feel like me now. I wish I could go back in time; I wouldn’t even go to the doctor if I knew I would end up feeling this way. We sure had more fun together doing makeup and wearing lingerie and all, before I started taking testosterone. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it after all.”
He got pensive then, so I just laid my head on his lovely small breasts, running my hands over his still hairless body.
“Baby,” he said tentatively. “I need you to promise you won’t get too mad at me, if I tell you something really, really personal. Do you promise?”
“Sure, sugar. I promise,” I said mentally holding my breath.
“Well, this is so hard to put into words, but before I went to the doctor…Oh god I don’t know if I can tell you!”
“Sure you can, baby. I promise to just listen. I won’t make any judgments. Now go ahead, say what you obviously need to say to me,” I said while continuing to caress his breasts. He closed his eyes and moaned as I sucked on each nipple.
“Mmmm, that feels so nice, and I guess that’s part of the problem. I mean, I was feeling so much closer to you when I was like, well…when I was like a girl before. I loved having you suck on my nipples—remember the ****** I had from just that? I don’t…I don’t feel like that anymore, and, I really kind of want to again. Please don’t hate me, but…I think this testosterone is making me feel like ****. I want to feel feminine and pretty, like before. I want to stop taking the testosterone and maybe get laser to remove my beard. The only good part is my breasts have somehow gotten bigger on testosterone, but I really don’t like how I feel now. I really, really don’t like how I look now either. My body hair’s coming back and I smell different too; it’s gross! How did I put up with this before? I just can’t stand it. I was so much happier before. I hope you won’t be too disappointed, but I stopped using the gel three days ago,” he said the last part in almost a whisper, and when I looked up, I saw tears in the corners of his eyes and knew he had been thinking about this a great deal.
“Oh, honey! I want you to be happy!” I said choking back my own tears. “If it makes you feel that bad, I’m glad you stopped already. I think you should definitely get your beard removed if that will make you happy too. You know, baby, I think I remember my Mom telling me about a friend of hers who put her husband on female hormones. If I remember right, she did it so he would stop a **** addiction he had and it really, really worked. I also think he ended up with lovely **** like yours in the bargain. Mom said he’s more like one of the girls now than a guy. Would you like me to find out where she got them? Would you like to take them too? It’s totally fine with me if you do.”
Tim was pretty much into a full on crying jag at this point and just nodded his head yes as he clung to me. I smiled at him, wiping the tears from his cheeks, feeling glorious in victory, even if he didn’t realize he had been emasculated in his defeat. “OK, honey. Why don’t I call her right now and find out how to get them, or, do you want to tell your doctor you want to try estrogen instead of testosterone?”
“No, no…I couldn’t do…I mean what would I tell him…why I want…I mean…God no! I don’t think I could ask him that. Please! Ask your Mom, but don’t tell her what’s going on. Please!”
“It’s alright baby, have a good cry in here and I’ll go call her and see if we can get some of that other stuff right away from Linda, her friend.” I hugged Tim again, and went to find my cell phone and call my mother with the good news.
I could barely contain my glee as I related the last couple months: Tim going to the doctor, stopping all supplements and estradiol, becoming menopausal, starting testosterone which didn’t help at all, and now his confession of how he wanted or needed to feel like a girl!
“Well honey, it sounds like you won. You got your revenge. I have to admit he was much nicer before all this started with his doctor. And it sounds like he was much happier back then too. Even he said so. So, are you going to stop now or what?”
“Oh Mom, I don’t know! I really preferred Tim before all this too. He was becoming the perfect husband. That sounds weird I know, but it’s true.”
“How was he in bed though?” Mom asked.
I giggled aloud, replying “He could barely get it up towards the end when he went to see the doctor, but damn, he could suck my **** like no other man I have ever been with. I kind of miss those multiple ******* with him. Lately we’ve barely had sex, even though he said he’s starting to get spontaneous erections during the day again.”
“Well, you could always find a lover for the times when you need a good hard **** in you, but he sounds like every woman’s dream husband otherwise.”
“Exactly, that’s what I was thinking. But the best part is he asked me to see if I could get him some estrogen from you or Linda! He wants to start taking it on his own!”
“No way!” Mom exclaimed. “It just gets better and better, doesn’t it honey? What are you going to do?”
“Well, I guess I hand over the bottle of Progynova tablets I was slipping him for starters. But you know, when I was doing all that research on estradiol, I remember reading that injections were the most effective and also the cheapest. That’s also what Linda told me her hub took now.”
“Well, if it’s cheaper and works better, and now that he knows, he wants to take it….” Mom said suggestively.
“Yeah, I hear you. Well, I’m going to fake a trip over to Linda’s to get the juice for him. He was so despondent, God, you should have heard him. I don’t know if I can take much more of him like this. I better get going. I’ll call you later, OK? Love ya’ Mom!”
“Love you too, honey. Keep me posted. I think I’m going to start your father on this now that we know how well it works. Good luck with the sissy!”
I walked back into the bedroom. Tim was still curled up on the bed where I left him, a growing pile of used tissues on the floor beside him.
“Good news, honey; Linda has some Progynova tablets and would be happy to give us some. She also said we should consider injections since they’re lots cheaper and maybe even more effective. Do you want me to look into that, baby?”
“Oh God! I feel so awful! When can we get the pills?” he practically begged. “You know I don’t like shots, but I guess we can try injections. Do they hurt much? I don’t know, if it makes me feel like my old self, I could get used to them I suppose.”
“Well, you don’t have to decide right away, but Linda said I could come over now and pick up the Progynova. Want to come?”
“Could you go for me, please?” He did beg this time. “I feel so nauseous right now, I don’t know if I could take the car ride, Chrissy. Please! I’ll owe you for sure, I promise!”
“Alright, baby. I hate seeing you like this. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Love ya’!” I said grabbing my purse and keys and heading out. Needless to say, I didn’t have to go all the way across town to Linda’s, so I went to the nearest Starbucks, had a latte and browsed the internet for injectable estradiol.
When I got back, Tim was lying on the couch, not much better than when I left except that he had managed to stop crying and put on his favorite chemise. I got him a glass of water and handed over the plastic bottle of two milligram Progynova tablets.
He looked at the bottle as if it was about to explode. “This seems like such a big step. I don’t know, maybe I should go back to Doctor Kramer. I mean, female hormones and all. Wow! Should I really do this?”
“Well, baby, you’ve really been suffering these past weeks while on male hormones, so that apparently isn’t the answer. What the hell? If it makes you feel better, who cares if they’re male or female hormones? So, take them for a couple days and see how you feel, then make a decision. What do you have to loose?” I countered.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I can’t keep on feeling like this. How many should I take, one, two?”
“Linda said start with one in the morning and one in the evening, so take one now and then another around dinner. I don’t think it matters if you take it with food, but it can’t hurt. In a couple weeks you can increase to three per day if you want.”
“OK, but the way my stomach feels right now, I don’t think I could keep any food down anyway. Here goes!” he said half-heartedly placing a pill on his tongue and washing it down with water. He grinned up at me and said, “Well, I haven’t died yet!”
“No, and you better not either,” I said swatting him on his round butt. “Move over girlfriend, so we can cuddle. It seems like you need a little TLC and maybe we can find a nice chick flick to watch, eh?”
“Yeah I’d like that,” he said swinging his legs out of the way and adjusting his chemise to cover his crotch. I caught a flash of pink, lace panties, which I knew were favorites of his.
“Nice panties, you big sissy,” I said snuggling in close and kissing him on the cheek.
“Yeah, you think so? I bet you say that to all the sissies you snuggle with,” he replied absently, switching on the TV. Lucky for us Sleepless in Seattle was on and we both had a nice cry when Sam and Jonah and Annie finally get together in New York City.
“So, how’re you feeling,” I asked at the end of the movie.
“I don’t know if this is possible, I mean it must be all in my mind, but I feel much better. The nausea is gone, which is nice. I didn’t have a hot flash the entire movie. I really feel a lot better! Do you think it could work that fast?”
“I don’t know, but don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Keep taking that stuff and don’t argue.”
“Yes ma’am!” he said gleefully. “Hey, do you feel like going out for a bite to eat? I suddenly feel starving. Why don’t I get dressed and we’ll go to Pamela’s, if they’re still open.”
“It’s Saturday, silly. They’re open all day. Put some clothes on and let’s go.”
Tim jumped up and scurried into the bedroom, reappearing about 15 or 20 minutes later in straight cut, skinny jeans, a tight fitting, feminine blouse and the cutest ankle boots with three inch heels. I had to admit he looked every bit the young, confident woman, as the jeans really showed off his cute butt, and the blouse accentuated his small breasts. With his hair brushed out and the most makeup I had ever seen him leave the house wearing (though still tasteful, just very obviously how a woman would wear it), I seriously doubted anyone would give him a second look.
“OK girlfriend, let’s go,” he said clutching a purse but breaking the spell with his too masculine voice.
“Maybe you should let me do the talking, honey. You look really cute, but your voice doesn’t quite fit your new look,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Well, I feel SO good right now, I don’t care who knows I’m a girl! But maybe you should do most of the talking today,” Tim said, grinning back.
As it turned out, thanks to a quick call I made to Sandy while Tim was dressing, that turned out to be a somewhat prophetic statement about not caring who knew he was becoming a girl.
When we got to Pamela’s, they were every bit as crowded as we expected, but we got lucky and a table of four left just as we arrived and we were seated almost right away.
The waitress had just brought our coffee, when we heard my name called, amazingly audible above the din of voices and clatter and clink of plates and silverware. We turned in unison toward the front of the diner. Sandy, a buxom blonde, was not so gently elbowing her way through the crowd that had gathered since our arrival, waiting for tables.
“Thanks so much for inviting me. Good thing you got a table already,” she said to me, grinning broadly and slightly out of breath from her exertions. “I thought Tim was coming too. Who’s your friend?” she asked turning to size up Tim as women do when they meet for the first time.
Tim sat frozen, mouth agape, with the deepest blush I’ve ever seen suffusing his cheeks. It was so apparent even through his foundation, that I couldn’t help giggling.
“Oh! My! God!” Sandy exclaimed softly so that only the two of us could hear while brazenly checking Tim out, head to toe. “No, *******, way! You look absolutely, amazing, Tim. I never would have guessed if I didn’t know you both.” Turning to me, she said, “**** girl! You weren’t kidding when you said Tim was a babe. Wow! I am stunned! You really look great, honey” she said to Tim again and kissed him on the cheek. As she sat down Tim was finally able to come to his senses but only managed to glower in my direction, trying not to make eye contact with Sandy.
“Well, honey, you were the one who said you didn’t care who knew you were a girl. I thought you would enjoy having Sandy join us, especially since you two have been getting on so much better lately. You know, just us girls getting together.”
Tim shrugged sheepishly while Sandy and I giggled like two schoolgirls. The waitress brought Sandy a mug of coffee and asked if “you girls” are ready to order. Taking my cue, I ordered for all three of us to save Tim that embarrassment.
“So, I see you’re not the same old Tim…hey, we can’t call her Tim when she’s like this, can we?” Sandy asked, obviously enjoying as Tim squirmed under her intense scrutiny.
“Have you considered which female name you want, hun?” I asked.
“No, not really. I mean…well, I didn’t…it’s not like I’ve been trying to be a girl, at least not before this,” he said almost too low for us to hear above the waxing and waning cacophony of the diner.
“Hey! Let’s see what the internet has for female versions of Tim,” Sandy said pulling out her iPhone. We had a good laugh over the various suggestions such as Timothea, Timberly, Timmi, Timina and Timaula, but Sandy and I decided they just didn’t work for our new girlfriend.
“You know, I think something entirely different from Tim or Timothy…oh like Melissa, would work better. Don’t you think?” I asked the two of them.
“Yeah, I don’t mind that,” Tim said not too enthusiastically.
“I have it! This is so right, you just have to use it, honey,” Sandy said taking Tim’s manicured hand. “Nice nails by the way,” she said examining them closely. The light pink color was almost the same as his skin and barely noticeable, but the shape was distinctly feminine. How had I missed that before now, I wondered to myself.
“So, let’s call her Mandy; it could be with a ‘Y’ at the end or an ‘I’. It’s short for A- man- da“ she said breaking the full name into it’s component syllables.
“Maybe it should be A- man-, not!” I said breaking up in squeals of laughter along with Sandy. Tim just looked glum, taking it all in, trying not to blush again.
“Oh, come on, honey, lighten up,” I said still giggling. “You were the one who said you were a girl, and you said you were feeling a lot better since taking the estradiol, which I assume means your system likes having it. And, it’s not like you’ve exactly been a stud muffin in bed lately.” Sandy grinned at that news, looking back and forth expectantly between the two of us.
“I know, but that’s because I’ve been feeling so lousy lately,” he countered. “I bet I could perform OK, now that I’m feeling better.”
“OK, honey, maybe you could, but it’s not like you were a raging bull before either.” Turning to Sandy I continued, “Before he went to see his doctor, he really didn’t get many erections and when he did, he couldn’t really *** like a man, you know the way he used to,” I said to Sandy matter-of-factly.
“Wow! That’s so cool,” Sandy said. “And those are real too, right?” she asked gesturing at Tim’s breasts.
“Yes, they’re real,” Tim said looking down at his own not-quite cleavage.
“But you like them, don’t you Mandy?” Sandy probed.
“Yes,” Mandy said, barely audible.
“Would you rather be a girl or a boy, Mandy?” Sandy asked. I held my breath as Mandy looked from Sandy to me, and back. She regarded Sandy for a long moment, obviously turning things over in her mind.
“I’d rather be like this,” Mandy said quietly.
“A boy or a girl, Mandy, it’s a simple question with a simple answer. Which would you rather be, honey?” Sandy pressed her.
“I…I’d…I’d rather be a girl,” Mandy said quietly but definitively while looking at me, apparently for approval. I smiled quickly and let out a huge sigh, relieved to hear her answer, knowing it was almost certainly too late for her ever to be a normal boy again after taking estradiol for almost a year.
I took Mandy’s hand and looked deep into her eyes. “If this is what you really want, I’m ecstatic for you, baby. I love the new Amanda. Now, lets eat,” I said releasing her hand as the waitress put our brunches in front of us, giving Mandy and I knowing looks. While eating, Mandy answered a million questions, detailing for Sandy what she and her doctor had surmised about the cause of her ‘condition.’ I just listened for the most part, smiling to myself over how successfully my plan had worked. I could always fill Sandy in later privately.
After eating and paying our bill, the three of us strolled and chatted, window shopping our way back home. At one point, while trying on some jeans in The Gap, Sandy leaned close to Mandy and whispered conspiratorially, “Your jeans are smooth in the front just like mine, how do you do it? Has everything shrunk that much already? You don’t mind me asking, do you?”
“No, it’s OK Sandy. My balls have gotten pretty small, which I guess makes sense considering what’s going on with me. Most of the time you can’t even tell I have them. I guess they’re up inside now. So, it’s pretty easy to tuck the other parts back underneath so I look how a girl is supposed to look, you know in the front.”
“That’s so cool! How small have they gotten? Would you mind showing me? I mean now that you’re a girl, what’s the difference, right? It’s not like it would have been before, right?”
Mandy blushed crimson again. “No, it’s definitely not like before,” she said, probably remembering her attempted seductions of Sandy not that long ago. “I don’t mind; I’ll show you. That is, if Chrissy is OK with it, but I don’t want to show you here in the store.” She looked over at me for approval. I nodded my assent silently, thinking how different this would be than how that ******* Tim had originally planned to show Sandy his balls.
“I understand, honey. Those jeans look hot on you by the way. You should definitely buy them. It’s so much fun now that you’re a girl, don’t you think? I can’t wait to get you home and do a fashion show, if you’re done trying things on,” Sandy said with anticipation. I paid for Mandy and my purchases while Sandy and she chatted, asking more questions about how she was changing I presume. Afterward, we walked slowly home, enjoying the early spring warm spell.
As we walked home, I was musing on how well my plan for revenge was working, perhaps a bit too well. Honestly, when I began, I didn’t imagine Tim would eventually become Amanda or that he would prefer to be a girl, but ba
When we finally arrived home, Amanda immediately disappeared into our bedroom while Sandy and I chatted and made a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast counter sipping coffee, we were treated to the kind of fashion show I never in my wildest dreams imagined my old boyfriend Tim performing. The new Amanda however was enjoying herself immensely.
Amanda had changed into the new jeans she had just purchased, a beautiful multicolored blouse of mine that more than showed off her new breasts, especially without a bra, and ultra sexy four-inch black pumps from Jessica Simpson. She had further accentuated her eye makeup and teased her hair into that just-****** look that turns men on so much. To say she was a vision of smoldering feminine sexuality would have been as much of an understatement as saying she had finally shed all vestiges of her former masculinity. She proceeded to primp and prance about for us, changing combinations at our suggestions and blushing when Sandy and I whooped and hollered our appreciation.
“OK, honey, now its time for the ultimate denouement,” Sandy said. “You are so sexy and beautiful, Amanda, I want to see you in your favorite lingerie. Be a dear and make Sandy a happy girl; show us what’s under all those beautiful clothes.”
Amanda blushed but I could tell she was secretly happy to comply with Sandy’s request. “Alright, but give me a few minutes, OK?”
“Sure, honey,” I said. “Take all the time you need, but Sandy’s right. You really are quite beautiful. How do you feel?”
“I feel fantastic! And, I feel really pretty with you two girls. I mean, I guess I feel like you’ve really begun to accept me for how I really am. Thanks! This means so much to me, you have no idea. I don’t want this to ever end.”
I could see Amanda’s eyes full of tears and knew she was moments away from bawling, but then I was feeling teary myself.
‘Oh! My makeup—don’t get me started crying now. It’ll ruin my eyes!” Amanda said scurrying back to the bedroom in her heels. Sandy and I exchanged knowing looks as Amanda’s cute *** disappeared around the door jamb.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that long before our patience was rewarded by Amanda’s appearance in a red bra and panty set from Felina. The bra had lovely, feminine lace along the top of the cups while the matching panties had lace along the leg openings and crotch. She was obviously tucked as she looked quite smooth along the front without even a hint of the extra appendage Sandy and I both knew she still had. She also wore a matching lace skirt with satin bow and garter straps holding up black, shear, lace-top thigh highs creating a sexy contrast with the red of her panties, bra and skirt. Her look was finished with the four-inch black pumps she had been wearing before.
I watched Sandy’s jaw drop with surprise. Other than the click and clack of Amanda’s heels on the hardwood floor, you could have heard a pin drop as Amanda struck first one pose, than another looking utterly at home in high heels.
“Well, what do you think?” Amanda finally queried.
“I…I…I don’t know what to say,” Sandy began hesitantly. “My God, Tim, I mean Amanda! I just had no idea…I mean you’re so beautiful and sexy! I don’t see a bit of the old Tim; what did you do with him, honey?” Sandy asked laughing and getting up to walk around Amanda, examining her from every angle.
“Well, I don’t know if I fully realized it myself until today, but this is the real me. Amanda is here to stay. I hope that’s OK, honey,” Amanda said looking over at me as Sandy felt first one of her breasts, then the other.
“Of course, Mandy. You know I want you to be happy and us girls have to stick together,” I replied smiling broadly.
By then Sandy had begun rubbing her hands across Mandy’s lace covered crotch, watching for a response. Without asking, she slid one hand inside Mandy’s panties grabbing her member.
“I see what you mean about your balls being gone. Where the hell did they go, honey?” Sandy asked as she slowly stroked Mandy.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Mandy said in a low husky voice. “I wish I didn’t still have them, but they’re there; just up inside. Here, I’ll show you,” she said pushing the panties down so they fell around her heels before stepping out of them. I could see her small penis silhouetted in the shear lace of her skirt with no sack hanging behind it.
Mandy stepped her feet wide, pulled up the skirt and began pressing on her pubic mound. First one testicle then the other momentarily dropped down into the loose folds of her scrotum, but as soon as she let up the pressure, they rebounded back up inside her. She grinned as Sandy tried pushing them down only to rebound back inside when she let go.
“See what I mean?” Mandy said to Sandy.
“Yeah, wow! But its so sexy, the smooth look,” Sandy replied still fondling Mandy’s sackless member. “What about this guy, does he still get hard?”
Mandy giggled. “Not so much, no. I wouldn’t mind if it never did to be honest. If I’m lucky, the hormones I’m taking will shrink it to nothing and I won’t ever have that problem again.”
Sandy looked over at me before replying. “Well, Chrissy might still enjoy ******* a hard one, did you think of that?”
“Yeah, I know, but I can’t help how I feel as Amanda. I need to be the woman I was meant to be. I’m so sorry baby,” she said looking over at me. “I think I’ve always felt this way, it’s who I need to be. I hope you understand,” she said, eyes tearing slightly.
“It’s OK, honey, I understand,” I replied. “I don’t really see you as a man anymore either. I guess it’s a good thing I’m bi. But then again, I do like penises too. I hope you’ll understand that too.”
Meanwhile, Sandy had continued her ministrations to Mandy’s little ****, which were starting to have the expected results. Sandy and I ganged up on her and I led her by the hand to the couch, while Sandy kept up stroking her. Between the two of us, we had her undressed in no time. I proceeded to suck on her erect nipples while Sandy went down on her firm, but not rigid ****. As I paused for air at one point, I considered the tableau my she-male boyfriend presented: hair and makeup done to the max, small though prominent boobs, hairless body and legs, firm yet small erection, stocking clad legs with heels.
I could see Sandy reaching into her own panties to stimulate herself as she continued to suck Mandy’s ****. I alternated between long sensual kisses with Mandy and sucking on her wonderful boobs as she reached into my panties to stimulate my **** as only she knew how to do after long practice. It had literally been weeks for both us since we had last had our version of sex so I wasn’t too surprised when I noticed she was quickly getting close to having an ******. I continued to suck on his nipples and stimulate her breasts since I knew that would almost certainly get her to climax. In short order I was rewarded as she tensed up and began moaning louder than usual, forgetting what she was doing in my panties. After two or three strong grunts, she settled back on the couch, almost limp from her exertions.
Sandy looked up at the two of us, more than a little surprised. “He hardly ****!” she exclaimed. “Just one spurt and that was it! That’s amazing! But I bet you didn’t expect to be getting a blow-job from me, did you Tim?” she said laughing.
Mandy looked chagrinned. “No, Sandy, I really didn’t. I hope you didn’t mind, it really felt wonderful. I’d love to return the favor. It’s better if I barely spurt, don’t you think? There for a while I wasn’t spurting at all, before I went back on that nasty testosterone, so hopefully I’ll stop that real soon too,” Mandy explained smiling.
I looked conspiratorially at Mandy and said “Well, that was nice, but I think it’s Sandy’s turn next, don’t you girl friend?”
“Yes I certainly do. If you don’t mind, I’d like to do the honors,” Mandy said as she started to unbutton Sandy’s jeans, sliding her hand down the front of her satin panties. With a squeal of delight Sandy laid back on the couch as I moved in to work on her substantial breasts. Sandy and I had been occasional lovers in high school and less often since college, but we both enjoyed the fairer sex. She kissed me lustily in return as Mandy continued to undress her until her smooth ***** was revealed in all its moist glory. Mandy immediately went to work with her mouth on Sandy’s lower lips and clitoris. She had become quite adept at getting me off that way and I knew Sandy would enjoy her skills as much as I did.
It wasn’t long before Sandy was writhing in pleasure as Mandy’s relentless tongue worked its subtle magic. After her third ******, Sandy lay in a puddle of her own secretions, a mixture of sweat and vaginal excretions, metaphorically a puddle herself. Mandy lay next to her on the couch, still naked with her pert round breasts poking up in contrast to the pendulous hang of Sandy’s large mammaries. Despite the intensity of the session, Mandy was still quite limp in the penis department.
“Holy ****, Sandy! You’re amazing! I always imagined sex with you would be something like that. I’m so glad you let me eat your *****.” Mandy mused as she idly played with herself.
“You go, girl friend!” Sandy replied. “You’re pretty good with that tongue. Do you miss not being able to **** like a man, honey? I notice you’re still limp.”
“What? This old thing?” Mandy said laughing and letting her limp **** flop against her thigh. “No, being a girl is so much better than being a boy. I don’t miss it a bit. Actually, I wish I had a vagina to be honest, and not this worthless little thing.”
Sandy and I smiled at each other knowing we had finally and truly won. We would eventually start using that date as Mandy’s birthday, literally the day Mandy was born to the world. ‘Tim’ slowly appeared less and less, and Mandy gradually began to live her life. Tim didn’t bother trying to hide his breasts on Monday at work and started wearing more obviously feminine attire. Unfortunately, Tim lost many of his male clients as his breasts grew bigger and his figure generally slimmed down, lost muscle mass and became more feminine. The up side was that Mandy gained a whole new clientele that didn’t mind, even supported her transition to womanhood, including many new male clients. Of course it didn’t hurt that Mandy was much, much more attracted to men now.
As for me, I never had penetrative sex again with Tim or Mandy, though I have had a series of male lovers to satisfy my need for hard ****. In fact, Mandy has had almost as many men in her bed as I have at this point, but those are stories for another time. Suffice it to say, Mandy, my bisexual wife is here to stay, and we couldn’t be happier with the arrangement.
By:
chrishoney
Age:
51-55
,
Transgender
