Feminized Friends ...
Author Unknown
I had often heard of guy's getting turned into women by their wives or girlfriends, but I never thought it would happen to me!
My wife Cheryl and I were very good friends with Chuck and Beth. Cheryl is an endocrinologist, and her friend Beth is a plastic surgeon. Both of them have very good practices, and often worked together regarding transsexual patients. Both Chuck and I had heard them talk about some of their patients. Chuck is a lawyer, and me, well I own my own Computer Programming business from my home.
One night we were all together at Chuck and Beth's house, and you could say we were all 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-ness.
Well, they started talking about how it seemed like a good idea, and started looking at us a little funny. Well, after a bit of discussion, mostly of us saying that they would never do it to us, they ended up making a bet with us. They bet was that they were going to start feminizing us, and we had to go along with it, and that the first group to back out had to do the bidding of the other for a year. There were several catches, first, it was the "males" against the females. I couldn't back out unless I could also get Chuck to back out, and the same was true for the women. Also, the period of feminization was for a full year. The women could do anything they wanted to us, physically, mentally, etc for a full year as long as what they did was meant to make us more feminine/womanly. The only thing they couldn't do was to give us the final surgery, they couldn't cut off our penis's & balls. Chuck being a lawyer, quickly decided that this was the kind of thing which should be drawn up into a contract, so he pulled one together real quick, and we decided that we would start at midnight.
At the stroke of midnight, both women took us into separate bathrooms and stripped us of our clothes, the rest of the night was a blurr for me, as it was for Chuck. It turns out the women had put something in our last drinks that would make us pass out.
The next morning I woke 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 barely remember anything of the night before.
Just about the my wife came in and say "So how's my little girl this morning". I didn't quite understand at first, but then I sat up and some of it started coming back. When I sat up, I felt funny on my chest, so I looked down and saw that I had boobs. They didn't look at good as my wife's but there were definitely two boob's there. Beth had given me breast implants! My skin was hairless, I started exploring all over my body, and even felt my face, but I found no hair. It turns they had a couple of friends who were electrologists, and they had come in that night and cleared our entire bodies of hair.
I climbed out of bed, dumbfounded, and started exploring what they had done. My toesnails were bright red, and I had long red fingernails. My ears were pierced (3 times) and my boob's looked to be about B-cup. She sat me down and showed me the contract we had all signed. She said that she was totally serious in keeping the bet, and had already started me on female hormones. 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 large 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 we wanted to, until after 4 months. 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 all night, which would make me not only accept what was going to happen, but that after I see myself fully dressed up, that 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 mimic to everyone. I would have no real desire to always be taken totally as a true female, though I did want to look flawlessly female, but rather, that I would want all my friends and coworkers, etc to know that I was really a male who enjoyed being feminine.
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 my breasts and pushed them into the center. It was a demi-cup bra and I found out I was correct, I was a B-cup. Then came a garter belt and stockings with seams up the back. Then she gave me a full slip, and a low-cut dress which showed off my boobs. After doing my hair, which was long anyway, she took me to a beauty salon where they put hair extensions into my hair to make it down to the middle of my back, and all curly and wavy and raven black. Then they redid my makeup.
First they pulled out a needle type device and started working on my eyebrows. She said they were shaping them permanently. Then they put full make up on me giving me full ruby red lips.
Then came the meeting with Chuck, now called Charleen. Charleen looked great (and she said the same thing about me). She had nice boobs, and nice hips. I asked about the hips, and Beth told me that she had decided at the last moment last night to give Charleen hip implants as well. That's when Cheryl decided I should have them too, 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 properly feminine. I was actually trying my best because I loved it. I found myself talking about how much I was enjoying it.
The next day, Cheryl took me over for my hip implants. When I woke up my face was also wrapped, and I couldn't talk. Cheryl came in and told me that she had not only had my hips implanted to be more curvy, but that she had had voice surgery done so that I would now have an ultimately feminine voice and that she had my eyes brought out, my cheek bones raised, and my lips my fuller with collagen implants. I couldn't believe it!, but I liked it too.
After a few days the bandages came off, and a couple of weeks later, the swelling had subsided so I could see what I was really to look like. I was gorgously feminine. 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 high of the female spectrum, very soft, sensuous and sultry.
That afternoon, she told me she had another special treat. She took me back to the salon, and the lady started working with that needle again, only this time she worked all over my face. She started uner my eyes, then over my eyes, my cheeks and finally my lips. When she was done, she turned me around to look at the mirror. I had full makeup on. I didn't quite understand at first, because I didn't feel like I had makeup on. That's when Cheryl told me that it was permanent. She had my makeup tattoo'd on. That even if I decided to go back to being a man, It would be impossible to take off the makeup.
The next time I saw Charleen, the same things had happened to her. We talked and I found she also was experiencing the same weird feelings. My nipples were starting to really bloat on the ends of my boobs, and 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, and that I loved it.
I started gushing about how I loved mimic-ing a female. Cheryl started letting me dress myself entirely, including my hair. She never let me wear pants, or flats, but I never wanted to either. All my shoes were at least 3 inch heels. I decided to have fun with my desire for others to know that I'm a male, so I dressed up in a short skin tight mini-dress which barely covered my crotch, and a pair of 4-inch heels. 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 lingerie. I bent over and on my butt, so everyone could see in my french cut bikini, I had the words "I'm a man" tattooed. Then on the inside of my thigh, I had the word "surprise" tattooed. I loved it, and so did Cheryl.
When I got home, I told her I'd love for her to invite her friends over 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 every one had gathered at the party and had a couple of drinks, she announced the surprise of the party, and announced her "husband, the female mimic". That's when I came out in a slinky dress which clung to every curve. 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. Nobody could believe my body, and I loved it. I quicky removed my bra and started shaking my now D-cup tits (in only 3 months since the start) everywhere I could.
When I was done, I was standing there wearing only a garter belt and stockings and my shoes. Everyone loved it. That's when Cheryl announced that I would be servicing any and all on-comers to the party. I put my panties back on, but left my tits hanging out. A couple of my friends actually took the offer up 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.
After the 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/stripper at a local bar. From that night forward, I spent almost every night shaking my boob's and balls in front of every man I could, and bedding many while I wasn't on stage. I couldn't be happier ...
The End