Dr Naomi guided me to the other side of the building, and I didn't realize it at the time, but she checked out how I walked and moved, as well as my posture and my manners.

When she was in her own domain she seemed like a different person, the way she ordered a nurse to not disturb us for the next half hour, as she led me into a very personal office. Apart from the expected plastic body parts that looked like penises and vaginas, there were posters of beautiful women and one hunk of a guy. “Some of my work” she said, as she waved at them, and I had to do a double take. Were these models born with a different gender?

Since I had told my complete story already, she came right to the point. With hormones and minor surgery she could help me to achieve a much more female body than what my current crossdressing would do. With the catch that I had anticipated already overnight. There is no way back.

At the same time she explained that as final as that last sentence may sound, for many people that are in similar shoes as me, that sentence is the beginning of something new, going forward only.

She saw only two paths for me. Going forward as a transgender woman, or immediately revert back to being a man. Continuing as a cross dresser was not going to save my marriage but would waste a big part of the year for both of us.

I had come to that same conclusion the night before, but it was refreshing to hear a professional say the same thing. And my mind was already made up. I was going forward!

She nodded, clearly seeing it in my words and actions. But things are never that simple. Because soon I would be at an age that I would consider expanding my family. As in wanting children. Yet, the quickest way to womanhood was adding strong female hormones to my body, while reducing my testosterone production.

I think my face looked a bit perplexed, so she explained. Castration. Giving up on the part of my manhood that was normally used for procreation. Producing sperm. As irreversible as it can get.

Long story short, if I wanted to make sure that I could still have children later, I should freeze enough of my sperm, before I had my scrotum removed, and be in the fast lane to womanhood. Obviously, there was no option yet for transgender women to give birth to a child, but using my sperm, I could at least father my own child later, with a suitable partner.

None of this stuff I even thought about the night before, but I started realizing the implications. In order to secure future children I needed to free my manhood from that fleshy coverup, and probably spend five days pumping myself to produce enough sperm to trigger a successful pregnancy with whomever was the receiver of my sperm.

And that would not go unnoticed by Marion, and thus would she find out what path I had set myself on, and that could change any future decision on her part. Was there not an option to extract my sperm, without removing the fake vagina?

The answer was “Maybe”. The sheath that kept my manhood away acted more or less as a chastity cage, preventing me from growing hard. I could confirm that, not that it would hurt, but it was definitely uncomfortable, and essentially shut any horniness down.

However, with the right stimulation of my prostate I could still probably ejaculate without growing hard. It would however be almost impossible for me to do by myself, given the spot far between my legs where the sperm would leak out from, while stimulating my prostate. I felt pretty stupid, since I had no clue what she meant by stimulating the prostate, but she was very patient in explaining, using the plastic bodyparts. Then she suggested a demonstration may help.

Never did I feel more like a woman until a few minutes later after taking off my skirt and panties, my legs strapped in some stirrups, and spread wide. I felt extremely vulnerable and thanked God I trusted and liked this woman. How do women deal when the doctor is a man?

It didn't get easier when she rubbed some cold gel around my anal hole. I could not see a thing of what was happening down there, so when a cool solid something was pushed in my hole, I tensed up with a cry. “Hold up darling”, she said, “I'm trying not to hurt you. Just relax.”

Easier said than done, as my muscles tried to push that “baby” straight out again, just by themselves, until at some point my body sucked the intruder in. I finally managed to relax a bit, as the initial pain subsided, but more so the initial scare was behind us.

After that it went easier. The thing quickly warmed up inside my body, and then I felt it move in deeper. It went in little spurts, back and forth a bit, but each time slightly deeper. And at some point it touched something inside me that didn't feel bad at all and a small moan escaped from my mouth. And as embarrassed as I was by that, she just said “Good”.

The back and forth movement now concentrated on that spot, and I could feel my manhood react. It tried to grow hard, which failed, but instead of stopping the initial pleasure, the feel-good stimulation kept going. It started more and more like having sex but without the satisfaction. Then a vibration started deep inside me.

Not sure how to explain it, but it felt the closest to the earlier days, while having sex with Marion, but where she was clearly not stimulated by me, causing me to lose my erection. But now and then I still managed to cum that way. This time however I had no choice.

I knew I was still soft down there, yet I couldn't stop myself from shooting my load. Well, shooting is a big word. It felt more like drizzling out from me. But it was undeniable, somehow she had triggered my orgasm. It wasn't that supergood feeling, but it wasn't as bad as a wasted orgasm either.

When my balls seemed to be drained, the vibration stopped, and the intruder was slowly pulled from my body. The muscles that I couldn't control before, now tightened to keep the intruder in, and I almost felt ashamed in front of this doctor. But, she knew what was going on and she said, “Don't worry darling. Certain things you just can't control. But look at this.”

And she showed me a little plastic cup with some white goo at the bottom. She covered up the cup and wrote my name on it, and she said this one would go to the lab to test for quality. Then she said I needed ten or so of these, and did I have a friend who could “milk” me?

If it wasn't for her disarming smile, as she freed me from the stirrups, I would have sank through the ground from embarrassment. She handed me my skirt and panties and a paper towel so I could clean myself, but she explained that it simply was not a service that they could provide. If I had a friend, it would probably take a week, maybe two. If not, she could recommend a “call girl" she'd used before and who would be discreet about it, but she'd do it once or twice per week max.

I could only think of Janet. Yes, she would do it, she had promised to help me. But, every day? How would I explain that to Marion, that I saw her sister so often? I guess we'd figure it out, but no way would I let a stranger touch me.

There were some formalities on how to submit the samples and how to prep them. And how the freezer storage would show up on the bill. They could send the bill even to Janet's address, so Marion wouldn't see it. In the end, it was all for Marion, right? If we were a lesbian couple she would want at some point to have children.

Then, in two weeks time or so, the doc could provide the procedure to chemically “remove” my balls, and insert a slow release hormonal dispenser inside my body. Things would go fast after that. In about a year's time I would qualify for a sex reconstruction procedure, as long as I could get the financial part in order.

She actually hugged me when I left her office, and she told me her sister would not be made aware of any of this. She had a “gift” bag for me that contained the “dildo”, cleaned thank God, the gel, and fifteen plastic cups, just to be sure. In my car it was Janet whom I called first.

First of all, Janet was ecstatic that I had made my decision. And that I had started my paperwork to officially become Kimberly. And that her sister was happy with that name too. But when I told her about the twin doctors she was speechless. What was the chance that I found the right doctor under such awkward conditions?

But when I told her about the milking, she was truly shocked. Yet, when she had her voice back I didn't even have to ask. “I will help with milking you, babe”. Not darling, or sweety, but babe. And her solution was so simple. Work through lunch and leave half an hour earlier, and come by her place, and be out half an hour later. Marion would never know.

And she was okay as well with using her address for “sensitive” mail, like bills for the transition and the freezer space. She'd even pinch in on some of the bills, if needed. Talk about a friend and a wonderful sister-in-law. Another reason why I didn't want to lose Marion. We said our goodbyes and I would see her the next day.

I told Marion about my commitment to become Kimberly officially and she seemed very happy, actually apologizing for the whole Agatha thing. That night we had sweet sex, me eating her out and making her cum twice. And I knew I made the right decision. Was making it…

The next day, after I left the office, Janet was waiting for me. I showed her all my “stuff” that I would leave at her home. The dildo had her biggest interest as we tried some of the vibration settings. And once more I dropped my skirt and panties, and I sat on all four on her bed.

I had even less idea what was going on behind me, but it was easier this time to take the dildo in. And soon she touched my prostate, and she switched on the vibration. Once more I had no control over the way my body reacted. And I felt like a bitch in heat as I was cumming. It seemed like she even extracted more cum from me than doc the day before, and I showed her how to store it. And Janet promised to drop it off at the freezer place the next day.

In two weeks we filled up all fifteen cups because on bowling night she did me twice. Each night was easier and I started looking forward to being filled up from behind. Dr Naomi wasted no time, and on my morning off, after I had signed a bunch of waivers and authorizations, she injected a chemical straight into my crotch, through fake flesh, then real flesh, and although it hurt like hell, it started numbing the pain real quick. In three days nothing would be left of my balls.

She made a small incision in the skin of my butt, and a smooth device, the size of a Lego block was inserted, probably four inches deep. It would inject female hormones into my body for the next twelve months. Going forward was the only option now.

The next day I felt weird already. Not sure if it was the hormones or the lack of penetration, but soon after I had to beg Janet to fuck my ass again. Those were my literal words. No more “milk me please”. And although she complied, she strongly suggested I would introduce my dildo to Marion. Of course she was right.

Marion was actually good with it. She felt guilty for always being on the receiving side, and soon the dildo became a strap-on. Her strap-on as I was not allowed to use it. I was on the receiving side only. She became an expert in making me cum, and it took her over the edge as well. And after that I had to lick her pussy clean, and make her cum at least one more time.

She became more dominant and I had to beg her to fuck me. She had me dress sluttier and sluttier in bed and I had to “blow” her “dick” first. She even set me up for some extra botox in my lips, and she called me a cock sucker.

My problem was that all this happened at the same time that my mindset was changing due to the hormones, and I became more submissive to her. But in a way it was good news, as we had more sex, more satisfying sex than in years before.

And she never realized the “switch”, when my fake breasts were removed and my own breasts stood out proudly. But she really liked how I moaned like a bitch in heat when she sucked them. And even that she used to her advantage, as she had me pierce my nipples and wear small bars in them permanently.

My body started shaping up, but I lost both mass and strength. And it affected my bowling game. Up to the point I had to play with Janet's bowling ball, as it was lighter. But, where Janet kept her nails in shape but relatively short, Marion insisted my nails were at least half an inch long, and I needed nail covers while bowling, so as not to break them.

Like with my nails my heels became taller too. And I had to wear them at work as well as at home. Up to the point that I couldn't wear flats anymore, and I needed special bowling shoes that didn't show the fact that there were two inch heels inside. The only good of all this? Where my game originally depended on power, now it needed technique, and after an enormous dip in my average, it slowly started coming up again.

My change in appearance didn't go unnoticed. I was as curvy now as Janet and I had to deal with as much sweet talking as she'd dealt with for years. More even, as my thicker lips attracted a different type of guy. But, with my mind becoming more female as well, I simply accepted the attention rather than fighting it.

Things at work changed too. Seeing my curves and sexier dress style, though still professional, took a lot of complaints away from direct coworkers. And maybe I was more submissive in bed, but at work I established myself in a much more positive way, and I was up for promotion. Whereas in the past I got things done, but in a sequential matter, now I multitasked, and things got done quicker.

Awkwardly enough, Marion's nights out while I was bowling, still affected her in a different way. Oh, she fucked me hard at night, but I wasn't allowed to eat her out afterwards. Which made me think that perhaps she was involved with another man, and she let him fuck her.

Did I say another man? I should have said “a man” as there was nothing left as far as I knew of my own manhood. Oh, Dr Naomi was pleased with my progress, though she was a bit worried about my addiction to being ass-fucked, and the things I was willing to do for it. She managed to move my final surgery another month sooner, thinking that once I had a pussy, I wouldn't need anyone to pound my ass again. But, it was still three months away.

It was unavoidable, but I met Marion's man finally. It was her own fault in some awkward way, because she had me wear even higher heels, causing my bowling shoes not to be high enough again, and the pain was real, but even more when I sprained it.

There was a replacement player available, so Janet kept going, but my ankle started to swell, so I decided to go home early and put it on ice.

Now, it wasn't that I caught them in bed, as a matter of fact they were watching a romantic movie together, but they were sharing the love seat. Marion didn't show any guilt, and she introduced me to Gary, a friend she'd been seeing on her social evenings.

My problem, as always, was that I couldn't deny Marion a thing, and seeing Gary's hard-on in his pants, and my swollen ankle, she told me to give my ankle some relief, and sit on my knees, in front of Gary, and give his dick some relief.

A minute later I had my first ever real dick in my mouth, and I wanted Marion happy, so I tried to do my job as well as possible. My blow job. Gary liked what I did clearly, and even more when Marion took me under my skirt with her strap-on. I had no chance…

Just before Gary came she warned me to not waste a drop of his cum, and that I was to cum with him. Always! It wasn't hard because, you know, she fucked my ass at the same time. But in the morning, after sleeping all in one bed, Gary between us, I had to do it again before we all had to go to work, and Marion told me to imagine her fucking me, while I was giving a blow job, and the desire to please her was so intense that I did cum indeed with him.

From then on Gary lived with us, from Friday night to Monday morning, during which I was dressed like a maid, and waited on both of them. I had to beg to give him a blow job, and soon he took me from behind as well. And for some reason I enjoyed every minute of it.

I wasn't allowed to tell Janet, but she did find out after a month or so, when she dropped by unexpectedly on a Saturday. And she understood right away. Janet and Marion had an unpleasant fight, and in the end I moved in with Janet, away from the toxic environment that Marion had created for me.

Without Marion around I slowly gained full control over my own mind again, and Janet explained how Marion had played me, with my still very new emotions as a result of the hormone therapy. Essentially she had kept me hostage, sexually. First through my ass, then as a cock sucker. I felt humiliated, violated even, yet I still knew how much pleasure it had given me.

I won't say I begged, but I strongly suggested that Janet maybe uses a strap-on on me. The big difference with Marion was that I controlled when and how this time, and Janet simply helped me in my progress. Neither of us however could stop the fact we were falling in love.

The next session with Dr Lillith included apart from me and Marion also Dr Naomi and Janet. And even Gary was invited. Dr Lillith knew about Gary, but she was upset about how the two of them had abused my love. Dr Naomi was upset with herself, for not seeing what was happening to me, but she hugged Janet for saving me.

Marion was sorry, in multiple ways. For wanting a man in her life again, after I had committed to her by being a woman. And she didn't mean to abuse me, but it was so easy that I simply did anything she asked, she didn't realize she went too far. And she apologized to Janet as well, saying she was glad that her sister at least was able to “break the spell” that it seemed they were under.

All in all it ended up in a good way. From a contract point of view, Marion kept the house, but I got the savings and a pick of our shared possessions. Gary was going to move in with her. They were planning to get married after the divorce proceedings were over.

Yes, divorce was inevitable, despite the unbelievable sacrifice I had put in. But, it had given me Janet, and she proposed to me to get married as well, right after I had my final surgery. And Dr Naomi had a surprise, as there was a cancellation later that week, and she could give the spot to me, for my final step in becoming the woman I already was.

They say that best friends can never be lovers. Or that men and women can't be best friends. I say bull to both statements as Janet turned out to be the best thing ever in my life, and I the best in hers. We were both maids of honor at Marion's wedding, while the twin doctors were mine, and Marion was Janet's.

My old sperm was put to good use, as Janet is highly pregnant now. Can't wait to be a mom. Naomi was right actually, because once my pussy was healed I needed less anal sex, but sometimes we'd still do it for fun, like when I simulate my period. Yes, I'm still obsessed, but now in being the best woman I can be. And that includes the lesser parts as well, but in a way I embrace that part most.