From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Changed for Good 1/1  TG, femdom
Date: 31 Dec 1994 00:38:07 -0500

     CHANGED FOR GOOD 
   I had heard of guys getting turned into women by their wives or 
girlfriends, and usually they all wanted it to happen, but I never thought
it 
would happen to me! I can't say that I'm unhappy now that it's all done,
but 
let me tell you how it all came to pass... 
   My wife Cheryl and I were very good friends with Chuck and Beth. Cheryl
is 
an endocrinologist and psychologist, and her friend Beth is a plastic
surgeon. 
Both of them have very good practices and had often worked together with 
transsexual patients. Both Chuck and I had heard them talk about some of
their 
patients. Chuck is a lawyer, and I operate my own computer programming 
business from my home. Money isn't a problem for either of us...both
couples 
are very well off. 
   One night we were all together at Chuck and Beth's house, and you could
say 
we were 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 posturing and male belligerence. 
   Well, they started talking about how it seemed like a good idea, and 
started looking at us a little funny. Eventually, after a bit more to
drink 
and a bit more discussion, mostly of us men saying that it could never be
done 
to us, we men ended up making a bet with the women. The bet was that they 
could not only feminize us (and do an excellent job of it), but we would 
ultimately welcome our new gender identity and end up preferring it. The 
ladies were going to start feminizing us men, we men had to go along with
it, 
and the first group to back out of the process had to do the bidding of
the 
other for a year. There were several catches: First, it was the "males" as
a 
team against the females. I couldn't back out unless I could also get
Chuck to 
back out, and the same was true for the team of Cheryl and Beth. Second,
the 
period of our feminization was to be for a full year. The women could do 
anything they wanted to us, physically, mentally, etc. for that year as
long 
as what they did was meant to make us more feminine or womanly. Third, the

only thing they couldn't do was to give us the "final" surgery - they
couldn't 
cut off our penises and balls. Chuck being a lawyer, decided that this was
the 
kind of thing which should be drawn up into a contract, so he quickly
pulled 
one together. Chuck and I made arrangements to put our respective
businesses 
on hold, we signed the contract and we all decided that the process would 
commence immediately at midnight. 
   At the stroke of midnight, both women took us into separate bathrooms
and 
stripped us of our clothes. After that, things became a blur for me, and
for 
Chuck, too. It turned out that once the contract had been signed, the
women 
had put something in our last drinks that would make us pass out. 
   When I next woke up, it was 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 remember nothing since going into the 
bathroom and losing my clothes. Just about then my wife came in and said
"So 
how's my little girl today?". I didn't quite understand at first, but then
I 
sat up and some of it started coming back. When I sat up, my chest felt
funny, 
so I looked down and saw that I had boobs. They didn't look as good as my 
wife's, but there were definitely two boobs there. Beth had given me
breast 
implants! My new boobs looked to be about a B-cup. Then I noticed thay my
skin 
was hairless. I started exploring all over my body, and even felt my face,
but 
I found no hair. It turned out that the wives had a couple of friends who
were 
electrologists, and they had come in and cleared our entire bodies of
hair. I 
later found out that they had also permanently plucked our eyebrows to a 
feminine thinness. 
   I climbed out of bed, dumbfounded, and started exploring what else they
had 
done. My toenails were bright red, I had long red fingernails, and my ears

were pierced 2 times each. More work performed by friends of our wives.
Beth 
then sat me down and showed me the contract that we had all signed. She
said 
that she was totally serious in keeping the bet, and had already started
both 
of us guys on female hormones to start our change to gals. 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 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 they wanted to, until after 4 months had

passed. 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 the entire
time 
I had been out, which would make me not only accept what was going to
happen, 
but that after I saw myself fully dressed up, 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 to everyone. While I would
have no 
real desire to be totally a true female, I would want to always look and
act 
flawlessly female, and I would want all my friends and coworkers, etc. to
know 
that I was really a male who enjoyed being ultra-feminine. It was already 
starting to work, too, for I was thinking that this was really going to be
a 
turn-on. 
   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 up my

breasts and pushed them into the center. It was a demi-cup bra and it gave
me 
wonderful cleavage. I also found out my estimate was correct - I was a
B-cup. 
Then came a garter belt and gray stockings with seams up the back. Then
she 
gave me a full slip, and a low-cut pastel blue sundress which showed off
my 
boobs, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. After doing my hair, which was
long 
anyway, she took me to a beauty salon where they put hair extensions into
my 
hair to extend it down to the middle of my back, and made it all curly and

wavy and bright copper red. Then they redid my makeup, giving me sultry
eyes 
and full ruby red lips. 
   Then came the meeting with Chuck, now called Charlene. Charlene looked 
great and she said the same thing about me. She had nice boobs, but she
had 
nice hips, too. I asked about the hips, and Beth told me that she had
decided 
at the last moment to give Charlene hip implants as well. That's when
Cheryl 
decided I should have them too. I was in total agreement, 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 in a properly feminine manner. I was actually trying my best
because I 
truly loved it. I found myself talking about how much I was enjoying it. 
Cheryl said, "You'll have plenty of time to get used to it, dear." 
   The next day, Cheryl took me over for my hip implants. I was excited at
the 
prospect of having a better looking body. Just as I was going under,
Cheryl 
told me that I would be very pleased with my new self the next time I saw 
myself. When I woke up my face was wrapped, I couldn't talk and I couldn't

even move. Cheryl came in and told me that she had not only had Beth put
in my 
hip implants so that I would be more curvy, but that she had had vocal
chord 
surgery done so that I would now have an ultimately feminine voice and
that 
she had had my eyes brought out, my cheek bones raised, and my lips made 
fuller with collagen implants. Beth had also done some minor hair
transplants 
to fill in around my hairline. She informed me that she had had my
Achilles 
tendon shortened so that I would never again be comfortable wearing
anything 
except high heeled shoes. She said that she and Beth had also decided that

Charlene and I were still entirely too masculine in our musculature and
skin 
texture, so we were being immobilized by borderline doses of curare
combined 
with an intermittent spinal block and more hypnotic suggestions while we 
healed. It turned out that Charlene had had her voice and face and tendons

operated on, too. During this time, we would be fed by means of a stomach
tube 
and an IV, while our skin would be massaged with creams to soften and
lighten 
it as our inactive muscles dwindled to more feminine proportions and our 
waists shrank. Of course, we would still be receiving our hormone doses, 
hypnosis and feminine deportment lessons. Someone came in daily and
applied 
our makeup and did our hair and nails, all the while lecturing on these 
techniques to a totally receptive audience. 
   Finally, I was told that since we could not perform as men sexually
because 
of the hormones, we were to be indoctrinated into giving sexual pleasure
to 
others, both men and women, as women. Because of the liquid diet, our
assholes 
were not being used, so they were slowly enlarged by the repeated
insertion of 
ever larger plugs. At least once a day, a vibrator was inserted to massage
my 
prostate until I came. When combined with the hypnotic suggestions, it
wasn't 
long before I was getting excited when anyone even touched my asshole. And
we 
saw videotapes of the best fellatio and cunnilingus techniques available,
so 
we would know what to do and how to behave. As men, we had already known
what 
blow-job techniques gave the most pleasure. Now, we would only have to
apply 
those techniques to other men. And I've always liked to eat pussy and been

good at it, too, so that really wasn't a problem. 
   We lived in something of a twilight world for almost six weeks. After a
few 
days the bandages came off, and a couple of weeks later, the swelling had 
subsided. When everything was healed, we were slowly returned to mobility,
and 
I could see what I was really going to look like. I was gorgeously
feminine! 
My skin was pale, smooth and supple. My arms and legs were thin and
somewhat 
weak. My waist was tiny, but my breasts and my hips thrust out declaring
my 
femininity. 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 low

side of the female spectrum, but very soft, sensuous and sultry and
definitely 
a sexy woman's voice. My nails had grown out and were perfectly manicured.
My 
hair was long and soft. I was in love with every aspect of my new feminine

self! 
   One afternoon soon after my recovery, Cheryl told me she had another 
special treat. She took me back to the salon, and one of the attendants 
started working all over my face with some sort of needle gun. She started

under my eyes, then over my eyes, then my cheeks and finally my lips. When
she 
was done, she turned me around to look at the mirror. I had almost full
makeup 
on. I didn't quite understand at first, because I didn't feel like I had 
makeup on. But I looked like I was wearing red lipstick, pink blush, dark 
eyeliner and golden brown eye shadow on my lids. That's when Cheryl told
me 
that it was permanent. She had had most of my makeup tattooed on. Then
even if 
I decided to go back to being a man, it would be impossible to take off
the 
makeup. But all I could think of was that I was thrilled to cut down on
the 
time I had to spend putting on makeup or lipstick after kissing or sucking
or 
licking. 
   The next time I saw Charlene, the same things had happened to her. We 
talked and I found she also was experiencing the same weird feelings. I
loved 
the feel of long earrings pulling on my ear lobes and brushing against my
neck 
and how my long nails made my fingers look and how my hair felt gliding
down 
my back. My nipples were starting to really bloat on the ends of my boobs
and 
were tender and sensitive, as was my asshole. 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, but I was being

careful about my waist and that I loved it all. Charlene agreed 
wholeheartedly. 
   Once I started spontaneously gushing about how I loved mimicking a
female 
and feeling soft and sleek and pretty, Cheryl started letting me dress
myself 
entirely, including my hair and makeup. All the months of training and 
changing were paying off. She never let me wear pants, or bulky female 
clothes, but I never really had any desire to. All the clothes and
lingerie in 
the wardrobe I had acquired were designed to show off my new sexy ultra-
feminine body. Even my shoes were all at least 3 inch heels, even my
slippers 
and sandals. I wasn't just physically uncomfortable wearing flats, I also 
didn't think they made my legs and feet look sexy and delicate enough.
After 
10 months, I decided to have fun with my desire for others to know that I
was 
a male, so I dressed up in just green bikini panties, an emerald green
low-cut 
skin tight mini-dress which barely covered my gorgeous ass, and a pair of
5-
inch high-heel pumps. 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 my 
panties and heels. I bent over, slid down my panties and on my butt, where

everyone could see when I wore my french cut bikini, I had the words "I'm
a 
man" tattooed. Then on the inside of my thigh right under my crotch, I had
the 
word "Surprise!" tattooed. I loved it, and so did Cheryl. 
   
  When I got home, I told her that to celebrate my new self, I'd love for
her 
to invite her friends over on the anniversary of my transformation, 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 everyone had
gathered 
at the party and had a couple of drinks, she announced the surprise of the

party, and introduced her "husband, the female mimic". That's when I came
out 
in a long slinky red dress which clung to every curve, but was slit up the

side to my thigh. 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 and 6-inch red sequined heels. Nobody could 
believe my body, and I loved it! I quickly removed my bra and started
shaking 
my now D-cup tits everywhere I could. 
   When I was done, I was standing there wearing only my red garter belt, 
black stockings and my high heels. Everyone loved it. 
   That's when Cheryl announced that I would be servicing any and all
comers 
to the party. A couple of my old friends actually took up the offer 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. I was in heaven! 
   After that 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 and stripper at a local bar. From that night forward,
I've 
spent almost every night shaking my boobs and balls in front of every man
I 
can, and even showing one or two of them that my feminine talents aren't
all 
in my looks...that I can perform in other ways that will really light up
their 
lives. Charlene, by the way, is working as a lingerie model for a local 
fashion designer. I service my wife whenever she wants and she doesn't
have to 
put up with any more male domineering. We both are very much in love with
each 
other and our lives. My change is for good, and I couldn't be happier with
the 
results...