Emily agreed that it was better to follow up on any concern, and an hour later we sat across from Dr Natasha Evans, or Tasha as she called herself. She had the same smile as Raquel, and I felt comfortable with her right away. She explained that her job often required odd hours, as most of her patients desired “after work” and “in the weekend” hours.

She started with taking blood, and then we went through a large questionnaire. It was a bit awkward, given her questions, that things had moved so quickly, but it all felt so natural, so why wait? She nodded as we explained about the shrinkwrap that started it all.

Then I had to undress completely, as she gave me a physical, which was mostly concentrated on my breasts and crotch area. I had to show the sleeve I had used to pull my manhood back, and she had me put it on. I felt a relief to feel the anal plug and my flat crotch again.

By the time she completed her assessment, the bloodwork results had come in as well, and she sat with us, me still naked under the doctor's gown.

“I can see why my cousin sent you here at such short notice. Your transition goes quicker than it should be, and it's caused by that sleeve between your legs. I can tell you feel comforted by it, but you made a critical mistake when you first put it on, and ever since. You see, the latex sleeve is supposed to pull your penis back, across your scrotum, sending each testicle to the side, but with enough room to do the work they were designed for. You however managed to pull the sleeve over your penis, as well as your scrotum, in a way cutting their functionality off.

“They stopped producing testosterone, your male hormones, which is clearly visible in your blood results, tipping your hormonal balance to the female side, as these hormones are also produced by your body. From the answers you gave me earlier this caused you so easily to accept that you were becoming more and more female. In my practice this is the desire of most of my patients, but they always start out wanting to be a woman first, before we use hormone treatments to make that happen.

“Your body has almost reached the point of no return, as I can see your testicles already deteriorating. In a way you have been castrating yourself. Without that, you may have never considered yourself a woman as quickly as you did now. So the question is, knowing this, would you still choose to become a woman?”

There was no doubt in my mind. But was that because of the hormones in my body? Did it even matter? And was I not much happier than before in my life? Yes, that was the real answer, not how I got there. How easily had I given up on male orgasms? How much did I enjoy cooking? For me and Emily. Yes, I loved Emily, that was part of it as well. And I was more confident, wasn't I? And I loved being a bottom. So many things came out because I took on a female role.

So I nodded. And I saw Emily's smile. Had she been worried? But then Tasha asked the next question, just as tough. “Are you two considering marriage?”

This time Emily spoke up. “I'd love nothing more!” And I could sense my own breath escaping. She wanted me, I knew that. But she wanted me for life. And I could feel my face flush with pleasure.

Tasha nodded, not needing more convincing. But the follow-up question was “Do you want children? Start a family?”

What kind of question was that? Once we get married we'll make children. At least two. But, in all fairness, we never discussed that yet. Would Emily want children too? And as I said “Oh yes”, I was very pleased to hear Emily say at the same time, “Of course!”

The doctor nodded, and she concluded, “Be thankful then to Raquel. Because the most important thing right now is to bring Jackie's penis back to life. Unless you want to adopt children.”

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. It was my stupidity that got me in this situation, but I'm sure now that it secured my desire to be a woman, all the way, and without that, would Emily have been interested in me? She was the one who calmed me down, saying “Stop worrying, my love. Whatever happened brought us together, and whatever will happen will make us stronger together.”

One thing was sure, no more sleeve for me, not even tucking my manhood. Panties with lots of room, and no tight skirts or leggings. Until we could milk enough sperm from my system that we could freeze and save for the future. The doctor suggested that once we had secured enough, she'd remove all of my scrotum and sew my penis between my legs. At that moment she could sign the papers to officially change my gender, making a lot of things easier on me.

Until that happened it was hell though. She brought enough of me back to start the testosterone production again, and my mind became a mess. There was not enough life however in my penis to get hard again, let alone that we could pump any life giving seed from it. At the same time I couldn't get any enjoyment anymore from “normal” sex with Emily, and frustration started getting at us.

After two weeks of this mess I questioned my sanity, I didn't know if I was either a man or a woman, and my hormonal instability had me crying a lot. During one of my “bad” afternoons I had taken off from work, when the doorbell rang. And there stood Raquel with a smile on her face, and a small pink gift box in her hand.

As she stepped inside I hugged her hard. No matter how tough things were right now, it was her critical eye that had given us a chance to make our family. And apparently she was still trying to do more. The box contained a pink egg with a long tail. And as she helped in the bedroom to push it in my ass, she explained.

A program was installed on my phone that could control the vibration that the egg could provide. And a simple code could give that control to another person with the same program, who typed in that code. And she typed the code from my phone into hers. Because she had been involved in my case, her cousin had explained in what a stressful situation I was, having only a short time to produce healthy seed. And Raquel figured that this egg could take some of that stress away.

As I laid back on the bed, the pink tip of the tail just visible, sticking out from my ass, she pushed a button on her phone. And the egg inside me started vibrating. It wasn't a new feeling, as Emily had fucked me with strap-ons that would suddenly vibrate inside me, giving a pleasant buzz when they hit the right spot. And that's exactly where the egg was nestled.

For weeks all effort had been aimed at giving life back to my dick. But, as Raquel continued, she knew, from treating me in the salon, how much I had already accepted that I was a woman. And that made my penis a foreign body part. I needed penetration, I needed stimulation, I needed someone else in control, at least in bed.

And as the soft vibration stimulated my insides, her mouth covered one of my nipples, sending a hot signal to my crotch. And as she sucked, one of her hands grabbed my small dick and started pumping it. And all these sensations together, combined with the welcome feeling of being plugged again, and the simple thought of being controlled, made my dick finally grow. Not by much, but where before her hand covered all of it, now the tip escaped from the cocoon of her fingers. And for the first time in a long time I experienced a familiar feeling.

I moaned as her mouth let go of my nipples and her lips opened up over that tip, slowly taking it in, while her hand kept pumping the base. This was a totally new sensation, as I could feel her tongue tickle around my dick, as she took it in deeper. Then, suddenly, the vibration inside me doubled, tripled, and my pleasure spot overloaded from the stimulation. I couldn't even warn anymore as I could feel myself cumming, right in my ass, a feeling I had grown so easily used to. But at the same time I came from my dick, and I could hear her slurp up my cum and swallow it all.

Euphoria hit me. I did it! Or really, Raquel did it! But my system was working again, and I had a double orgasm, a male and female one. As she finally pulled away, letting go of my soft member, a smile was on her face. She was happy for me, happy to be the “tool” that I somehow had craved. And I pulled her towards me and kissed her hard, tasting my own cum still in her mouth.

I'm not sure if this is the typical way for women to find their BFF, but both Raquel and I knew we were best friends now. And I told her, once Emily and I got married, I wanted her to be my maid of honor. Our maid of honor. She laughed, but she said she'd be honored. I didn't tell her, but I thought that if I would have a daughter, I would name her after Raquel as well.

She became serious suddenly. “You know Jackie. There are a few more settings in that app.” And as we opened it on my phone, she showed how I could lock the egg inside me. It would hurt a bit, but she thought I'd like it. And without further thought I pushed the button in the app. A pain shot indeed through my rear, as I imagined some clamp hooking into my intestines. Interestingly enough, the little pink piece hanging out from me just disappeared inside me. I guess you don't want to accidentally pull it once it's locked, and tear your insides.

The other setting was very similar to the code I shared with her, but instead of giving a one-time control over my egg to someone, it would be permanent. Or at least until the person I gave the code to released it back to me. I knew right away why Raquel had shown me the setting. She expected me to give myself to Emily. And the shot of excitement that I suddenly felt told me I was going to do exactly that. When I asked her how she knew me so well, she replied, “We're besties, right?”

That night I had a perfect dinner ready, and I was wearing my sexiest leather dress. Emily's smile when she came home showed a pleasant surprise, and she let me pamper her. Not until dessert time did I explain about my egg, and how I finally had my first male orgasm. Then I sent her the link that would install the app on her phone, and give her permanent control over my egg.

She was shaken by it, understanding the trust I had in her. Then she went on one knee, right before me, and she told me she had been planning this for the weekend, but right now it just seemed to make more sense. She suddenly had a little box in her hand, and as she opened it, a diamond ring almost blinded me, as she asked me to marry her. And I realized her trust in me was just as big, and what a perfect couple we made, trusting each other to make this work.

I said “YES”, of course, and she fitted the ring on me. Somehow it slid across my knuckle that was bigger than on any other finger, only to fit perfectly behind it, and I knew it was locked as much as the egg in my rear. The ring was platinum, the diamond probably two carats, and it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I'd ever seen.

No more words were wasted, as I pulled her to the bedroom, where I stripped sexily out of my dress. I laid back, naked like a few hours before, and my manhood swollen already in anticipation. Naked herself, she spent a few minutes sucking it, then shifted towards my nipples, as her wet pussy mounted my wet hard-on. And as she took me deeper inside her, the vibration inside me started, quickly increasing.

It was like coming home, even though this was our first time ever this way. We both knew however that there was not much time to play around, and as her movements became more urgent, the vibration inside me increased. I simply accepted I was the woman, the bride to be, with my wife to be in control. And the thought that we'd make children together took us over the top, together.

After I shot my load, she quickly pulled off and laid on her back, next to me, with a pillow under her butt, allowing gravity to keep my seed inside her womb. And that's how we slept, with a smile on our faces.

For four weeks we had sex like this, while during the day she had me masturbate, while she controlled the egg from her work. I collected a decent amount of sperm this way, and Dr Tasha confirmed there was enough fertility in it to give us the children we wanted. Then suddenly it was over.

Nothing we tried would get me hard again. The egg would still make me cum, but nothing would come from my manhood again. And Emily confessed that her period was overdue as well. Dr Tasha checked us both. She confirmed that Emily was pregnant, and that the effort it had taken had caused the end of my testicles, my real manhood. I only felt bliss. For getting my soon to be wife pregnant. And for finally being done with manhood.

The surgery was quick and permanent. My scrotum was completely removed, leaving a smooth crotch area. My tiny penis was sewed between my legs, and would be until I would get my own pussy. But that could take a year still. Paperwork was filed to correct my gender, as I was technically no longer a male.

Emily had to drop out of the shrinkwrap study, as the baby needed room to grow. But our lifestyle was so healthy by now that she still lost more of her body fat. We had to plan our wedding quickly though, before she started showing too much.

At work I got promoted to team lead. Somehow everyone seemed to like the woman I had become, and I have to say, now that people were actually listening to me, I was able to implement some new ideas that were well received. And with no more questions about my official gender, I could use the women's bathroom. This may not seem like a big deal, but for transgender women it is.

The wedding was beautiful. Carla had worked me double hard, now that Emily was on light exercises only, and it made me fit in the one dress that had stolen my heart. And Raquel had given me a permanent Asian look, not just my eyes, but my whole face and hair, and Emily called me delicate, which would have been a joke, only half a year ago. I was a bride in white, with a corsetted body and bare shoulders, but not sleeveless. And the full length skirt was a dream, the way it swished around my legs, I wanted to dance the night away.

Just because I'm the girly girl in this relationship doesn't mean that Emily is not a beautiful woman. The shrinkwrap had done wonders to her as long as it lasted, as did our healthy lifestyle. Her face had slimmed and Raquel had only enhanced the radiance you so often see on women that carry another life in their body. A red satin and lace dress made her stand out and I couldn't wait to give her my “I do”.

Raquel and Carla were our maids of honor, and Dr Tasha surprised us all when she shared that she was licensed to perform wedding ceremonies, and we couldn't have picked a better person.

I was surprised how many people showed up from both our companies, but family wise my mom and sister came, but my father and brother did not. And it was very similar with my extended family, like aunts and female cousins coming, but not the males. Whereas Emily's family was all complete. Her father hugged me hard and told me not to worry, he was happy to father another daughter. And he couldn't wait to be a grandfather.

Funny thing, my mother said a similar thing, and she believed my own father would come around at some point, as he couldn't wait to have grandkids either. We'll see. In the end the wedding probably had two thirds of women, and I loved seeing many same sex couples on the dance floor, some kissing even, including Raquel and Carla. In my thank-you speech I made it clear to anyone that in the Lorenzo household, yes, I took Emily's last name, gender equality and gender choice would always be taught and respected.

The wedding night was romantic, both of us in sexy lingerie, with white and red roses, and candles everywhere. Emily had the most realistic strap-on, if I didn't know any better I would have thought she had a real dick. Only when she sprayed my insides did I realize how real. She had been using the egg-app, as we called it, a few times during the day, and I had needed all my self control to stay composed, where I really had a need to moan. Now, in bed, I let go of all control, and I screamed as she made me cum. Thrice. I love her so much!

We decided to skip the honeymoon, and spend our money on the nursery. Tasha warned us that the next time Emily gets pregnant through IVF, it could be more than one, so even now we made sure we leave enough room for a second crib and changing table. It would take another month before we know if our first one will be a boy or girl. Not that it matters, but I've seen so many cute dresses, that I hope for a girl. If not, our boy will probably have to get used to wearing a dress now and then. Oh well, I can think of worse than that…