Ciara starts by undressing me completely and lead me back into the jacuzzi. Just to make sure you're completely hairless, she smiles. She's not getting in though and I can tell she wants me to finish quickly. When I get out of the bath she has the fluffy robe ready for me. Then she concentrates on my nipples. This may hurt a bit, she says, do you trust me? I nod and try not to look. She rubs something on me that smells like alcohol, making my nipples hard from the cold. Then I feel a painful pinch and I see tears in her eyes as if she feels the pain herself. One more, she whispers, and another pain shoots through my body. Then she's busy working on my nipples, cleaning them from the blood that I suspect is there. And when she's finally done and allow me to look all I see is a metal cover, about an inch wide over each of my nipples. Now for the magic, she says, smiling again. She opens a box and a perfect breast comes out. Without any hesitation she presses the breast onto one of my now metal nipples and holds it tight on me for about two minutes. When she lets go the breast hangs from my body and I can feel the weight at which I gasp. She gets a second breast and minutes later I have my own rack protruding from my chest. I don't see any seams or anything that would suggest they are not part of my own body. And then she puts a mouth on one of my now very female nipples and she sucks and a breath escapes me as I can feel it as if it were my real nipple and my cock jumps to attention. She takes my other nipple in her mouth and carefully bites it and I say, ouch!

Top of the line, she says, sorry to hurt you but it was needed to connect your new nipples to your old ones so to say. The rest of the breast won't be as sensitive but by tomorrow you should feel some sensation in them as well, as tiny needles if you like will penetrate your skin slowly. These babies, or boobies, won't come off for at least six months. After that you can glue them back in a matter of minutes if you like. The realization now hits me, there's indeed no way I can hide these from my wife. Divorce is looming and it makes me sad, as I still love her. Don't worry, Ciara whispers as if she can read my mind, I will be there for you. I look in her eyes and see her love and I know I will be okay. This new life that is waiting for me has so much more to offer than my old life and I smile reassuringly. Thanks, I mouth and kiss her on the lips. Then for the first time I lift up my own breasts and when I brush the nipples the sensation is mind boggling, an intense feeling making my hard-on doubling with each touch.

I have something for that too, she says and when she sees my scared look she laughs, nothing as permanent, don't worry. But first we need to take care of that erection, are you okay to try something new? At this time I'm okay with anything she suggests, so I nod. She simply lifts up her skirt and I notice she's not wearing any panties. But what is more shockingly is that I can see no trace of her dick, there's just a perfectly shaped pussy facing me. I gasp, not understanding, but she lowers her clearly wet pussy right on top of my member and mounts me. Before I know it I'm fully in, my balls being squeezed under her bums. Before I can even explain that we crossed a line she starts sucking my nipples and my body turns to wax as my cock grows even bigger in her tight pussy. She starts riding me and in seconds I can feel my orgasm approaching. Come for me baby she whispers, it's okay. And at that I explode shooting a stream of cum into her womb. She's milking me, making sure there's nothing left in me, as I can feel her coming back from her own orgasm. When she pulls off I see my cum trickling down her legs before she cleans my member in her mouth.

When I finally have my voice back I say, now I've really done it, and I feel a tear in my eyes. Don't worry, she says, it isn't really cheating when it's not a real pussy. What? That wasn't real? No, she answers, a special latex garment if you like, hides my dick and gives me a pussy, but it's not connected to my real pussy, it would be too complicated. Just wanted to demonstrate how real it looks and feels, I have one for you as well. I'm so stunned I don't know what to say. But then I smile, thinking I will be completely female soon. I can have sex and it doesn't qualify as cheating. In the back of my mind I know it is, cheating with a condom on is still cheating, but my desire of what is to come pushes that away quickly.

The way she's working my member down there isn't too comfortable and I'm glad my erection is completely gone, so it's not in the way of her handiwork. Finally she allows me to stand up and look in the mirror and a huge gasp escapes me. I have a perfectly hairless pussy, which seen on any woman I would have loved to suck on and stick my tongue inside. But this one is on myself and I know at some point someone will stick a tongue in me. How will I pee I suddenly question and she laughs at that. Not to worry, there is a pee hole like any woman has, hooked to your penis, you just will have to sit down. It won't get erect anymore however, there's no room for that. The best it will do is swell up a bit and to anyone it will look like your clit is swollen. But believe me, you will be able to come, the same nerve stimulus as in your breasts will leave you with orgasms as close as possible to a real woman. You can and will get wet, making it easier for penetration. How... I start stuttering and she replies, how big can you handle? I nod and she explains there's no real womb but I should be able to take up to 8 inch, before things get uncomfortable for me and my man. Good news is, no worries about getting pregnant or even getting some disease, so no condoms needed.

I let this all sink in, while looking at my female body in the mirror and I realize something is still not quite right. I look at Ciara and she nods. You need some curves, she says, and that's indeed what I felt was wrong. She goes for one more item, flesh colored and starts wrapping it around my waste. She then starts pulling and I can feel my waste get tighter and indeed in the mirror I see it slim down. It becomes harder to breath but it's not unpleasant, yet that is. She works for another fifteen minutes or so, also concentrating on my bums and when she's finally ready I have a much more hourglass figure, yet it looks still like my own skin. When I sit down I feel an obstacle under me and I jump back up, looking where I was sitting. She laughs as there's nothing there and points at the mirror, moving me a bit sideways. What I lost in my waste seems to have been added to my buttocks but it looks very natural, for a woman that is. You'll get used to it she smiles.

For the next few hours she works on my face, my nails, my toenails and my hair. Everything she does now is a more permanent solution then the previous nights, but I'm beyond the point of worrying about it. I see how beautiful I'm getting and know that any man will drool over me and probably plenty of women as well. When she's finally done we kiss, our red lips sensually wet, our tongues in each other's throats, and this lasts for perhaps ten minutes. My complete body reacts to her touch and our closeness makes me feel warm and extremely happy. I can sense she feels the same, I'm clearly the first she's ever gone so far with and the result is an absolute sense of content. When we finally break our kiss we both smile like new lovers do. Time to get dressed she whispers.

I know my dress style as a woman will always be skirt or dress, no more pants for me. And what Ciara has for me is exactly that, made from the softest leather, extremely form fitting. And what a shape I have.... Strapless, with a golden choker in perfect contrast. Snake shaped golden bracelets around my upper arms and matching golden jewelry around my wrists and ankles. Elegantly strapped heels, no stockings and no panties. When I see myself in the mirror my male mind knows I will be able to have sex with any man or woman I pick, they simply won't be able to resist me.

Ciara's own outfit is perhaps even more revealing, I actually feel slightly jealous as I know she will have anyone as well at will. I just don't feel like sharing her.

We each grab a clutch and off we go. A limousine is waiting for us and everyone is staring at us when we get in, wishing they could join us. In the short drive to the night club we manage to drink a few of my now favorite shots. At the club there's a long line waiting, but the car stops right at the door and one of the bouncers opens the door for us and guides us into the club. I love our celebrity status!

It is busy inside but there is a table for us reserved and when we sit down a waitress brings champagne and some food. We enjoy some of it, feeding each other champagne until a song starts and she pulls me on the dance floor. It's a slow love song and she pulls me extremely close, moving for the both of us.

I just let her lead and enjoy being a woman in love. I have the feeling she might be getting hard although I know it's almost impossible the way our dicks are tucked away. But just the thought of it makes me feel hot and I start feeling how sweat drips down my leg on the inside of my thigh. She senses it too and rubs it off my skin with her hand and then she brings her fingers to my lips. I eagerly open my lips to let her fingers in and taste a sweetness that I recognize as the drink that made me so horny. It suddenly hits my, I'm leaking from my pussy for everyone to see. The look on my face must have been priceless because Ciara starts giggling and then finish cleaning her hand herself, eagerly tasting my moist. She guides my hand between her legs and her wetness is just as present. When I taste it is indeed so familiar, the taste I've started to love.

At our moment of bliss a guy starts talking to us, asking Ciara to dance with him. She hesitates but when she sees his friend behind him she nods and let go of me. The friend steps in and asks very politely if I wanted to share the current song in his presence. I smile and he starts leading me farther up the floor. He's clearly a foreigner here like me but maybe Australian or something. He apologizes for the rude interruption by his friend but was glad we aren't upset. Don't worry, I whisper, Ciara can handle him. What a lovely name, he replies, and what is yours if I may ask? I'm Nicholas, by the way, Nick to my friends. Nice to meet you Nick, I'm Maya. Even lovelier he smiles and I feel a warmth building in me again. This time however it is clear that he is turned on and his member is pressing into my skin. I am so deep in my female role now that I tease him and making him harder, feeling proud of the power I have over him. But I can't deny that he has some over me as well, as I feel moist leaking again. And this time it's him cleaning it off. He taste the fluid on his fingers and smiles with delight. There's much more where that came from I whisper in his ear and suddenly feel stupid. Am I giving my wet snatch away to the first guy that talks sweet to me? But the answer is simply yes, I want him and he clearly wants me.

I see Ciara move to our table and pull Nick along as well, telling him I need to cool off a bit. Ciara introduces me to Petr who is just a bit too loud for me, clearly wanting to show off that he's with the most beautiful woman in the room. But Ciara knows how to handle him and soon we're all doing shots before we spend more time dancing until it's clearly getting very uncomfortable for Nick. He needs release and I know that feeling just too well to ignore it. I smile at Ciara and whisper in her ear, I need him, now!

She takes charge and leads the four of us outside where our limo is very close. We all get in and kiss all the way to our hotel and into the elevator. In the penthouse Ciara points me to a room and she pulls Petr into hers. I waste no time and lay on the bed and pull my skirt up showing my soaking crotch. Eat me, I command and he moves his face between my legs and starts sucking and licking. I can't believe how sensitive my pussy has become in such a short time and thank silently for this wonder of technology. In less than a minute I feel an overwhelming orgasm come up and I scream in release. Nick is clearly proud but I see the need in his eyes as well and as soon as I come down from my own height I start working on his pants while he takes off his shirt. He is completely hairless over his body not one hair on his crotch and I like that. I pull him towards me by his rock hard member and waste no time pulling him inside me. But then he takes over and he pulls and pushes deeper and deeper in me. The feeling is like I've never felt before, not even earlier this week with Ciara. And then I come, harder than the first time and so is he. He growls in a lovely fashion and I pull him hard in me to make sure he can't escape. His squirt is long and powerful and I wish I had a womb to catch all of it.

We both calm down but he stays quite hard in me and slowly moves in me keeping me on the edge of going again. Finally he pulls out and I jump eagerly up pushing him down and start sucking his member clean, returning the oral favor. I know I'm good at this by now and it doesn't take long before it starts growing in my mouth. I tickle him behind his balls and towards his anus and feel him tense up with some urge. I push one then two fingers in and in seconds I receive my reward, a mouthful of cum, not as sweet as Ciara but still very good. I swallow it all and finally let go of his clean now soft dick. I lay down next to him, still dressed in my leather and in seconds we're both asleep.

Waking up is nice, his arm is around me, caressing my breast through the leather dress I'm still wearing. I slowly get up, trying not to wake him. In the bathroom I take of my clothes and take a hot shower, until I feel all my and his sweat gone, as well as any bodily fluid drained from me. The fluffy white bathrobe feels like heaven on me, while I blow dry my hair. I leave the room quietly only to be greeted by Petr, who is buttering up some sandwiches at a very full breakfast table. Looks like you and I are the early risers he says with a smile, not loud at all anymore. His whole demeanor has changed, nothing obnoxious about him anymore. I sit at the table looking for some juice. I wasn't sure what you guys wanted, he says, so I ordered a bit of everything, want a sandwich? I shake my head looking for the eggs and some bacon, which are in a covered tray.

The silence while we eat is pleasant, not forced. You like Nick, he suddenly asks, and I nod, smiling. How about you, Ciara treat you well? This time he smiles, she's a princess, no a queen. And when I look in his eyes I can see he was not the one in control last night. I know you two are lovers, he continues, you're a lucky girl. If only he knew, I think, but I laugh very girly. Yes, I answer, she's very special and very talented. He nods, but I see his cheeks turn slightly red. On a whim I ask him to pass me the coffee and when I see him carefully get up I know he got deflowered last night, no wonder he is so quiet. Can't wait to hear Ciara's version.

At that moment both Ciara and Nick come out from their bedrooms and soon breakfast is over and the guys are ready to leave, as they have a job to deal with today. Nick kisses me full on the mouth as a goodbye, stirring up some sexy thoughts while his tongue darts in my mouth. Hope to see you again, he says, perhaps for lunch? Or tonight at the club again? Ciara answers him, not tonight, we're leaving very early in the morning, but we'll see about lunch. Her goodbye to Petr is quite different, I can see him ride up on her, with her hand in his crotch. She let him go with a big squeeze and the tent in his pants is clearly visible. Then they're gone.

When we're finally alone she looks at me and asks, did you have a good time? It's now my time that I feel my cheeks turn red, while I say, yes! She laughs, saying glad you ended up with Nick, my guy needed a bit of training, not sure if you're ready for that type. You showed him your secret? I ask, knowing the answer. She says nothing, just opening her robe slightly and I see her male member freed from its constriction. We laugh, then she says, I wonder if he is going to convince Nick to give him some more, he seemed to like it after his initial shock. Then she sees how my eyes are glued on it and she says, today is our day and our night, let's stay inside and I teach you everything on how to be a woman.

And that was indeed what happened. She took me in every position that I know from being a male and then a few I had never been in from either gender. She was rough, she was tender, but always took her time to explain what was special about the position. We took a number of showers, as well as a bath. We did makeup together, she had me try on an abundance of clothes, leather, latex, satin but also more regular clothes. She has so much lingerie and I love to try it all. I think we may have made a thousand pictures of me and us together. I learned sexy poses, sexy walks, sexy swaying my hips, sexy applying lipstick and in between we had lunch and dinner brought in. We had a lot of fun but I was exhausted in the end. We decided to go to bed early as I had to be at the airport very early. She was going to drop me off in a limo she said. We talked a bit more while lying together about my wife who would be in shock for sure. I would travel as much as possible looking like a guy with my hair in a manly pony, and my breasts strapped tight to my body, but my nails, my smooth skin and my new figure would be easily visible to someone who has known me for years. And if not freaked out when she picks me up, wait until I take off my pants... But I was no longer bothered by it, I know I am the cheating one, but at the same time I look forward to a new life, starting fresh. In no time we're asleep.

We wake up much earlier than I would as a man and she helps me getting ready. I insist on wearing my leather slip and panties, it's my mental and physical link to Ciara. Then I wear my boring male clothes over it with some sneakers and the result is I look sort of like myself, just so I won't get trouble with immigration. She is dressed in a business dress suit in marble white leather, it is so perfect that I feel slightly jealous that I don't have it.

A bellboy is picking up my luggage informing us that the limo is ready. At the front desk I check out in seconds and we're on the way to the airport. I have no clue how to say goodbye to her and I'm sitting very quiet. But she's clearly not concerned at all and talks for the both of us. Finally I stutter, when will I see you again? Don't worry, she laughs, I promised I would be there for you.

At the check in desk she pulls me to the first class section and winks, while she says, I upgraded your ticket. Still stunned I finally realize what's going on. At the desk is a stack of pearly white suitcases, without any doubt belonging to her. The attendant helping us knows her at a first name base and again in no time we're checked in, both holding a set of boarding passes. Traveling with a celebrity has it perks. My mood has improved in seconds, now that I know she's coming along and this week was not a fluke. Security is behind us in no time as well, I clearly saw some drool on the man's face. Ciara is a lovely sight to be seen and with smiles only we're first in the plane, greeted by the pilot himself. But she never abuses her position, she is sweet and thankful for everyone that helps us. This continues on the flight as well. Obviously first class gets much more attention, but we get even more drinks, food, massages and the works than the regular passenger in this section.

Arriving in the US I assume that things may be less smooth, as they don't know her here, but even here she's regarded as a celebrity, her looks just commanding. We're the first ones through passport control, they hardly glance at me, but check her out completely, but all with a nice smile which she returns. And even our suitcases come out first, someone is helping us to get them all on two carts and again through customs in just seconds, where we recheck them for the final leg. Then she looks at me and says, okay, all the security is behind us now, ready to go en femme?

I swallow, knowing my wife will even be more shocked, but then I nod, I think I actually will be stronger dressed as I know what I am now. She pulls me into a family bathroom. She has my favorite leather dress in her hand luggage as well as my heels. She helps me free my breasts from their restraints and does my hair and makeup for me. Two models leave the bathroom, one in black and one in white, and people step aside to let us through wherever we go. I know they look at Ciara but many looks are aimed at me as well.

The next flight is short and soon we arrive at the airport where my wife will be waiting for me. I feel a lump in my throat but she squeezes my hand, not to worry. We get to the baggage claim and I see my wife waiting there. She sees us with an appreciative look, but clearly doesn't recognize me, as she looks past us for her husband. We stop next to her and then I say "Hi honey". When she looks me in the face suddenly her mouth opens wide, as are her eyes, in shock.