That night I had to wait until the kids were in bed before I finally could tell my wife about the problem with my testicles. Or potential problem, I made sure she understood it was just a precaution to do the CT scan. My wife didn't seem too worried. She checked my balls herself and giggled how clean shaven they were. I showed her the rest of my body and told her how cheap I got a full body treatment and that she should go as well and would get the same discount. She was very appreciative and said she would go check it out. Nadri was indeed right about her liking the smoothness of my skin, even though I still needed a bunch of treatments.

Despite what Nadri had said I could not get the scan done the next day. As a matter of fact it took another week before I finally got it done. I saw her at the hospital and she promised she'd look at the results right away.

She called me and asked if I could come by later at her home practice. I could bring my wife if I wanted. My wife had seen her twice already in the past week and she couldn't stop telling me how much she loved her.
When we came into her office we could tell it wasn't good news. She hugged my wife and I saw some tears in her eyes. Long story short, my testicles were deteriorating. She wanted me to double the dose of my medicine and do a second scan in another week. Then she would be able to tell if it had stopped or if it was continuing to get worse and how fast. Worst case, my wife asked. Worst case, we'll have to remove both testicles and you will have to deal with the side effects of that. Castration? my wife asked and she nodded.

I joked that castration and the vasectomy that we wanted was not that much different. But Nadri explained that most likely our sex life would diminish and unless I would get testosterone shots I would probably start developing symptoms typically associated with females, like breast growth and fat redistribution. And the testosterone may not be advisable depending on the situation with my prostate.

My wife surprised me most, by saying, don't worry honey, I won't love you less if you can't get it up anymore. And I wouldn't mind sucking your breasts if you have them. And then to Nadri, trying to explain herself, in college I dated a few girls and I loved that part of sex with them. I didn't think she knew Nadri was a lesbian but I had the feeling she would find out soon.

I saw Nadri the next day for another hair session and we discussed what my wife had said. I sort of suggested she should seduce my wife as well and maybe introduce her to leather. When I was wearing my own half an hour later and paying the delicious price I started wondering how nice it could be to have my own breasts covered by leather. When I told Nadri she said there's no way of knowing how big mine would be but there were fairly easy ways to get them to a significant size. Then she suddenly asked me if I planned to keep my penis. Her specialty was gender reconstruction surgery. She jokingly said she could give me a squirting pussy of my own and she'd love to break it in.

Two days later my wife came back from her laser hair removal session and she looked radiant. I had the feeling she experienced some lesbian sex and when she suggested that if I had to get a surgery maybe I should go all the way and get my own pussy, I knew Nadri had mentioned that to her as well.
The next day she came home wearing a leather skirt and she had bought me some leather underwear which she wanted me to wear in bed from now on. And that night she asked me to eat her out, which I gladly complied with. Her reasoning she said was to see if we could have an alternative sex life. We both enjoyed it.

The second scan showed that the medicine wasn't stopping the problem and my testicles were shrinking rapidly. The surgery had to happen soon, like within days and my wife suggested I get the gender reassignment surgery. I only nodded and put my signature down, thinking how good I would look next time in my skirt.

When I woke up after the surgery it was clearly not the only thing that had happened. As a surprise my wife had added a package that included permanent makeup, real hair extensions and breast enlargement. Hormones would do the rest she said. When I was dismissed Nadri offered me my own leather skirt that I happily accepted and my wife had brought my leather underwear that included a bra now as well. I secretly wished there were heels as well but that had to wait, I couldn't move too well yet.

The kids were happy to have two moms now and I eased into a different role in our household. I enjoyed cooking and cleaning perfectly dressed in a leather maid's dress. Our sex life was better than ever, both with my wife and with Nadri. And one night my wife announced we would be moving the next day as her girlfriend had asked us all to move in with her.

I wasn't surprised that Nadri was the girlfriend and the three of us ended up sharing her massive bed. I took all domestic responsibilities and enjoyed the full maid uniforms that Nadri provided. At first I called them only madame, if guests or patients were around but soon it stuck as I found pleasure in serving them. Eventually I signed papers that would take care of my divorce so that my ex-wife now could marry Nadri. But I was so happy to be their maid of honor.

Nadri has added since more services as a plastic surgeon. I have the feeling she has been practicing on me. For example she had a catsuit that she wanted me to wear but the built-in corset was so tight I couldn't fit it. Next thing I know one of my ribs was removed and once I was recovered the suit was a perfect fit. Then one night she must have taken me under because when I woke up again two weeks later the suit was part of me. Apparently she somehow merged my skin with the leather and tied my nerve system in because I could feel every touch on my leather skin. There were no seams and no zippers however and when I saw my ex in said catsuit I realized she perhaps did a skin transplant from a life animal to my skin. I couldn't be angry though as it felt amazing and I could choose to walk around naked or dress in my favorite skirts and dresses.

Then she had new boots for me with no heels yet I was still on the tip of my toes. It looked like the hooves of a horse and it took a bit of time to get used to it but it looked very sleek under my catsuit. Then one morning when I woke up I realized she had done another surgery on me and I had now hooves and I could feel the floor I was walking on. It merged perfectly with the catsuit.

Not long after I had a ponytail and I don't mean on my head although she wanted me to match the one on my head with the one now attached to my lower back. Somehow she had managed to get muscles and nerves in because with some practice I could swish it back and forth although most often it did it's own thing.

Things got really out of control when one day I could no longer talk. My tongue was so long I had to fold it inside my mouth or it would hang out. Maybe it was a horse's tongue but I thought more of it like a giraffe's so agile it was. I could literally twist it around the stem of a flower, pull it off and offer it to one of my ladies. But they really wanted me to use it on them, lick them inside and eat them out. It did not disappoint for either one of us, definitely worth losing my speech over.

I'm only guessing here but one tongue to satisfy two women was not good enough as the next thing I know I had a tentacle in stead of my hand. It looked like from the elbow down I had no more bones, just muscles like an octopus tentacle in a black leather skin. And just as sensitive because I could feel every bit of my skin touching. I could still handle spoons and forks while cooking but it was really meant to satisfy the woman whose pussy I was not licking. And somehow Nadri must have added an erogenous zone on the tip because I could come from it myself. And believe me, playing with myself added a whole new dimension.
When I got my second tentacle I could make us all three cum at the same time, although I came in three different spots, but don't let me brag here.

I know I'm a freak by now but it has been worth it. I can't talk anymore but I can still moan when I'm orgasming and my tail will give that away as well. Yesterday my mistress was fitting a leather hood over my head and I noticed in the mirror my ponytail proudly sticking out between two horse ears and my face looked remarkably like a mare now. I wonder if that's going to be permanent soon and if that's going to attract the stallion that they're talking about now.