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