Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2009 09:45:43 -0500
From: Roy Scruggs <rscruggs_13@hotmail.com>
Subject: Journey Into Womanhood 8

Journey Into Womanhood.
Chapter 8.

by rayeanne (rayeanne.41.ts@gmail.com)

First Goal Realized.

The next few weeks were a period of slow recovery and adjustment for
me. Everybody was attentive to me, from Josh on down. All of them had
really gotten interested in seeing this experiment succeed, so I was rather
pampered, and my whining was patiently tolerated, even by Dr. Johnson and
Dr. Sheffield. Actually I was up and slowly walking about the house after
just a couple of days but was swollen around my belly and very sore. I
think the pain from the dilation and attachment of the cervix in my front
rectal wall caused the most soreness. Dr. Sheffield has explained to me in
great detail what was done and why, complete with sketches of my internal
restructuring.

After three weeks I was feeling pretty good, fully dressing and doing
things around the house. Josh had been very busy with various secret
medical meetings. The subject was, he told me, Project "Mada". He pointed
out that was Adam spelled backwards, because this truly represented a first
time male role. My name of course was never mentioned and was only known by
a very few people, all of whom could be trusted. It all sounded so
mysterious, and kind of exciting, to little me. That night Josh came in
late. I was already in bed, when I felt him quietly slip in next to me and
then cuddle up to me from the back because I was lying on my side. His hand
slipped around and caressed my left breast. I sleepily turned to him and he
kissed me. I felt his massive erection pressed against the length of my
belly.

"I know we can't do anything yet honey, I just wanted to feel you up
close. I miss being with you so much." he whispered as he began to kiss me
lovingly.

"Oh?, maybe we can do something." I mumbled into his mouth.

And I slid slowly down his body. I had never really cared much for giving
head, and I was not sexually aroused now, but for some reason I had an urge
to ..go down.. on him. As I grasped his rigid staff and stood it straight
up from his belly, I marvelled at it..so..so..commanding, quivering with a
life of its own, so dominating, throbbing in my small hand. I realized that
what I had between my legs belonged to this big tool! And I took it into my
mouth and stripped it back and forth with my two hands. I felt the need to
coax his semen, his living sperm, out and into my mouth and tummy. I was
feeling a twinge in the root of my belly, as though my body was signaling
its pleasure and approval of my actions. Quickly he responded, soon he was
swelling and throbbing madly, and I almost swooned as my mouth felt the
first huge, forceful spurt of thick baby cream into me. I swallowed, but
too slowly, an it spewed out around my lips. He slowly softened in my mouth
as I felt the triumph of sateing and taming this raging sex being. My
feelings were different about this act now. I wondered if it was from the
continuing conversion of me, perhaps even an effect of my new organs?

I continued to do this for him every night until he left three days later
for an extended medical meeting trip, where I was to be the
subject. Actually I would be anonymous, and referred to as Project MADA,
which Josh wryly pointed out was the mirror image of ADAM. For the next few
weeks I continued to improve and feel fully normal, even with those
miserable exams in the 'stirrups' every week. The excessive hormones were
having their effect on me. I seemed, to my distress, to be getting softer
flesh. The doctor said that was what he expected, and Dr. Johnson, during
out sessions, said that was wonderful. I whined to her about it because I
had to give up my size 5 panties and go to size 6.

"Honey, you ought to be pleased with that. That is your natural size as a
mature woman of your frame. You are going to fare better by being somewhat
full figured, healthy, and physically sturdy for what is to happen."

"But Dr. Johnson, nothing is happening, other than my feelings becoming
more sensitive, and my crying jags everytime Greta scolds me for being
untidy at the house."

"Don't worry, 'something' will be happening soon, according to
Dr. Sheffield."

And sure enough, a few days later I woke up in the morning and went to the
bathroom, slipping down my panties I was shocked to see a little blood in
the crotch. I frantically folded some toilet paper in my split and hurried
off to the kitchen to tell Mandy and Greta that I was bleeding!!

"Well, welcome to the club kid! You are having your very first period!!",
they both laughed and clapped their hands, and Greta rushed off to the
phone to call Josh and Dr. Sheffield and Dr. Johnson.

I felt like both laughing and crying, I was O.K. but at the same time I was
losing a certain innocence, while gaining something. MY womanly
functioning.

I bled for two days! They showed me how to take care of that condition, and
soon I was back to normal. After my next exam Dr. Sheffield cut my dosing
to very little now. He said that soon I would need no further dosing, my
new organs would take care of and regulate my hormone levels. He said that
I would experience a considerably higher level of testosterone than other
women because I still had two mushy little testicles hidden up under my
mons, which I had forgotten about. Because of this I would be blessed with
a more intense sexual experience than the vast majority of biological women
would ever experience. My experience would be, for all intents and
purposes, strictly feminine. It would just lead to a more intense high,
like the male experience, but last as long or longer than the normal female
orgasm. I thought to myself that this had already been happening for me, or
at least I thought so. Little did I know.

I looked forward to seeing what would happen when Josh and I next made
love. I began to preen myself more than I had before, taking extended
bubble baths, using lotions like crazy, examining my body in detail,
especially in the mirror. I decided I liked the way my hips looked after
all, even though I had to wear size 6 panties. I had gotten even softer and
smoother than before, and my lips seem to have filled out a little more. I
was looking better with my makeup on, perhaps because I had gotten expert
at applying it, like most other women. I made a mental note to work more on
my upper thighs in my exercize program. I didn't want them to get any
fuller than they already were. That was something I never thought I would
ever have to worry about. Wow, those hormones were reshaping me as never
before.

Within a week of going on reduced hormone input, I was already beginning to
feel needy, and then the need became more urgent. I talked to Josh on the
phone and urged him to come back home, telling him that I needed him so
much and I was ready to give him what he too needed. He groaned as he heard
that and said to meet him at the airport tomorrow night. By this time Greta
and Mandy had gone home and I was alone, so I could dress without their
criticism of what I was choosing to wear. The next afternoon I got ready in
the bathroom and then slipped into a black garterbelt and black net
stockings, then a black string bikini and low cut black bra that
accentuated my cleavage. I chose my longest blond wig, although I had
gotten to the point that I really didn't need to wear one, but I wanted to
have my hair hanging down really long. I chose a wicked one piece knit
dress that clung to my every curve, and came no higher than mid-thigh. It
was flaming red, and I wore red heels with open toe and open back. I looked
like a slutty little whore, which is what I felt like. I was so hot for
Josh I would fuck him on the terminal floor if he didn't hurry me home.

When he saw me he dropped his bag on the floor and swept me into his arms.

"God, baby, you look unbelievably hot!" he whispered as he kissed me.

"Let's go home darling." I moaned.

He got the message and we hurried out to the car, leaving his other luggage
to be picked up later. We were feeling each other up all the way
home. Inside I fixed him a drink then hurried to the bedroom to change into
a sexy shortie gown with nothing on under it. I went back out and sat on
his lap. I immediately felt something stirring under my butt! We kissed and
caressed for a few minutes. He then took me in his arms and stood up,
carrying me to the bed.

"Darling, we need to set our wedding date this week. I am going to be home
much more now so I can be a husband to you, and you are definitely ready to
be my bride now."

"Oh darling, yes,yes.." I said breathlessly, and couldn't say anymore,
thinking of the meaning of that statement. But then he had me in the bed
and suddenly very busy. I was helping him strip his clothes off, and then
his magnificent tool was at attention before my face. But before I could
take it in my mouth, he rolled me over and mounted me. Then his staff was
at the gate, seeking entry. He entered me smoothly, not much resistance, in
spite of his size. In three quick strokes I felt his wiry bush scrubbing my
tender inner folds.

"Oh, yes, baby, he's home now! Oh darling this is the best pussy in the
world, you feel different inside, more feminine feeling in there but soooo
tight! You yielded so softly to me."

"Darling, words like that will get you anything you want." I gasped, as I
adjusted to his presence in me.

"You, all of you, that is what I want, and I am going to possess you right
now!"

And he began to hump powerfully into me, my hips curling up to meet his
every thrust, until he slammed against my yielding mound. Already I was
moving into orgasm, building slowly. He was gently kissing me with each
slow powerful stroke. He was pulling back now, until only his glans
remained in the needy grasp of my vagina, and then sliding in one smooth
motion all the way back into me, swelling my belly with his presence.

"Oh, darling, I..I'm having the most glorious new feelings.. " I cried.

"Yes, baby, you're gonna get some new feelings now, and I'm fuck you into
coming your sweet ass off."

I was having new internal sensations, I felt something else beyond my
g-spot being stimulated. It was my new cervix! He felt it too with his
cock.

"I'm gonna massage that little cervix, baby, I feel it with my cockhead
every time I thrust by it. That's where we want my sperm to go sweetheart."

"Oh, my god, darling, yes, yes, I'm coming now, oh I'm coming
now,....ooooohhhhhh....mmmmm....yes, yes, don't stop...ohhhhhh....." I just
kept coming and it kept intensifying. I couldn't take any more, ecstacy,
oh, ecstacy.

Suddenly he was thrusting urgently, fast and hard into me, battering my
vulnerable soft upturned womanhood.

"Oh, yeah baby, gonna give it to you, my little hot pussy
woman....noooowwwwww!!! UH...UHHH..AAARRRGGHHH, oh god, yessss."

And I felt him spurting in me, feeling very wet inside, as he continued to
unleash his potent gift in me I continued coming, aware of my vagina
urgently squeezing and sucking on his shaft, forming a pocket inside of me
to receive his precious gift to me and not let it escape, except through my
cervix and into my new uterus. I finally came down from the most incredible
sexual climax that could be possible, totally sated, used up by this
man. He slumped down weakly onto me and then rolled off to my side and we
both fell asleep, me dreaming of his sperm swimming in my uterus, looking
and looking...

I awoke early and slipped out of bed to the bathroom. After I cleaned up
and returned to slide up next to him he woke up.

"Good morning sweetheart, it was so good last night", he mumbled as he
kissed me and rolled out of bed to head for the bathroom. Soon he was back
and nursing on my nipples. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. My
nipples had been overly sensitive and aching, and now it felt so good to
feel the gentle suction of his lips, at once soothing and stimulating them.

"OOOOO.. darling, keep that up and I will be making milk soon.", I cooed.

"You are going to be making milk for another reason before long sweet
little one." he said as he covered me and entered me.

Afterwards we were up and busy getting ready for the day. We had breakfast
and he hurried out for his morning meetings.

"Ashley darling I want you to call Greta this morning and tell her and
Mandy to take you out to shop for a wedding dress. Tomorrow we will go to
apply for a marriage license. Lets plan on the wedding for two weeks from
now. We should hold the invitation list to maybe 25 or 30 people. I will
speak to her later about that. Is that ok with you sweet one?"

"Oh wow! that is quick, do you think you got me pregnant already?" I joked.

"Who knows baby, who knows."

The next two weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Between planning the
wedding, doctor visits, and keeping him satisfied took all my time. The
girls and I settled on a semi-formal afternoon wedding, and picked out a
three quarter length wedding dress, in white of course, with a tight bodice
that accentuated by bust, with a full chiffon skirt. A veil reaching down
my back to my butt was about right, with pale blue conservative 3"
heels. My jewely was some I already had plus a new pearl necklace. I also
got a complete new set of lingerie for our wedding night. Time went by
rapidly and suddenly there we were in the wedding chapel. We had a very
exclusive invitation list: the doctors and some of Josh's business friends,
of course the girls, a few of my friends from art school who had incouraged
me during my long transformation and a few other couples we knew, including
hetero and ts-mated marriage partners. I was in a dream through the whole
ceremony, it didn't seem real, yet I heard the minister say "I now
pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride."

We had a wonderful wedding reception, and afterwards we departed for a
secluded location in the Bahamas for a week long honeymoon. We must have
had sex twenty times that week, and it was all wonderful. We actually had
time to go on the beach, and I wore a bikini bathing suit. On the beach I
had second thoughts about that. I wore it to keep Josh's attention away
from other girls but what happened was that all the men were staring openly
at me, and I felt uncomfortable. Thank goodness my big man was by my
side. He said he was not about to stray away from my side with these guys
around. He said he knew exactly what they had in mind. I realized that I
was going to have to get used to the experience of getting a lot of male
attention, even when I did not want it.

When we returned we settled into a more or less normal married life,
joining in on the local social scene. Only a few of the people we met knew
about my history, so I was welcomed as a normal wife. Some of the women
even asked me if we planned to have a family, not knowing what would be
required for that to happen. I saw Dr. Sheffield each month and he was
reporting to the research team on my fertility progress. I seemed to be
having a period about every five to six weeks now and the cycle time was
growing shorter. I was keeping a record of my temperature, and I could tell
from my mood swings where I was in my cycle. My menstrual flow increased in
quantity, I hated that, but yet I knew it was necessary. I was becoming
obsessed with this whole issue of seeking pregnancy, without coming to
terms with what the ultimate consequences would be. I knew Dr. Johsons
counsel would be necessary to adjust if it actually happened.

Our lovemaking never did get anything other than more satisfying, more
fulfilling for me and I became so contented with just having Josh in me. It
felt so natural to have his glorious probbing of me.

We had just gotten back from a trip to New York, and I was not feeling
well, kind of out of sorts and distracted. The next morning after getting
back home in the evening we slept late, and when I awoke I felt nauseous. I
went to the bathroom and suddenly I was throwing up! Something I almost
never did. I wonder what that is all about I thoght.

Has our little beauty just experienced the miracle? If so how in the world
can she become prepared for such an experience?

Stay tuned for the further adventures of our little star. Your comments,
thoughts, questions?


Love,
rayeanne.