Dr. Hoffman finished up by getting up, removing his glove, and throwing it in the trash. "Okay, Stephanie, you're good to go. You shaved and everything, that's good. I think that's it then. Any questions?"

"...Do I have to do this?" I asked as I shrugged slowly and looked to the right, toward nothing in particular. At this point, the thought of reorientation began to make me nervous. I suppose it took until several minutes before it began for the reality of it to finally hit me.

"It's part of the plan, Stephanie. Three sessions. It won't hurt if you relax."

I laughed nervously while still in my pose. Dr. Hoffman began to walk out, but not before putting his hand on my shoulder and delivering a largely ineffective pep talk.

"Aw, c'mon, Steph. Would you rather spend the rest of your days rotting in jail? Worthless?"

I briefly pondered saying "yes", but I didn't.

"This is your second chance. Hopefully, you'll finish as a nice young woman with something to offer society." Dr. Hoffman turned to the nurse as he continued to walk out. "This is not supposed to be a punitive session, so make hi-...her, whatever, make her comfortable. Lube, and all that. All right, I'll see you. Thanks."

Dr. Hoffman gave me his last goodbye before leaving and shutting the door. "Good luck, Steph. And have fun. Enjoy this, all right?" The door closed.

"We ready?" the young man on the bed asked. By now, he was fully in the buff. What muscles. The antithesis of what I was being made into.

"Yes. Okay, Stephanie, you're in charge here," the nurse started to explain. Yeah, right. If I were in charge here, I would leave immediately and discontinue my wretched feminization before they got the pleasure of finishing me up.

"Get on the bed and take things as you feel fit. Maybe start by kissing or making out. But, uh, you need to take him in before the half hour so don't dilly-dally."

So it began. The young man positioned himself on the bed, belly up with his hands behind his head. The look on his face was of absoleute smugness, as if he expected that I was to pleasure him in all ways he desired. Too bad his expectations were realistic. Buck naked, I climbed onto the end of the bed and started to crawl toward the man's fit, young body. Naturally, I was hesitant and stopped just before making any kind of contact with him.

"Uh...um...," I uttered nervously. All I could do was stare at his body in a mix of apprehension and disgust. He was near perfect, but that didn't make me want him any more.

"C'mon, babe. It's all right," he said. I thought I was going to be sick.

I looked behind me briefly at the nurse, who sat creepily observing my upcoming force-fucking. All she would say was, "You gotta do it sometime, Steph."

I turned back toward the young hunk in front of me and realized that she was right. Any deviation from the plan and my sole chance at freedom was over. The best I could do was please him and get it all over with, until the next two sessions anyway. At this point, I decided to just jump right in and not "dilly-dally." I got on my hands and knees, climbing over the young man so that we were now face-to-face. My chest hung freely in the air below him, and he decided to reach up and start rubbing my right nipple.

Smiling, he asked softly: "Does that feel good?"

I didn't say anything, but what he was doing did feel good. Alone, I've pleasured myself a lot less since the treatments, but those few times I felt the urge, I spent hours playing with my nipples, very sensitive and pleasurable after what they had become. I felt parts of my naked body touching his, and how different each of us felt. My shaved, soft, hairless legs brushed up against his hairy legs. Not knowing how to react to his prompt from before, I simply ran my hands down his chest. It felt so hard and hairy, not as gross as I originally believed it would be. We were almost two very different people in our masculinity and femininity.

Before long, I decided to try and get him harder by pressing myself against him. I scooted down just a bit and layed on top of him, feeling his burly warmth all over me. As soon as I did this, he sighed heavily and immediately started running his hands all over me. Up and down my back he slid them, never once failing to grab one of my butt cheeks as he did so. I simply sat there with my head on his chest, letting him do most of the work. As I stared off to the side, staring at the wall partially obscured by my long hair, I could feel his erection starting to develop in my inner thighs. Evidently, it didn't take much to get him going.

I got up and looked at him. He stared back at me for about a second, and then said:

"Kiss me?"

I think what I had dreaded even more than the intercourse was the kissing. It was such an intimate thing to have to do with another guy. About the only way I could get myself to do it was to remind myself just how little of a guy I was myself anymore. I closed my eyes and leaned into his face. As my lips met his, he suddenly grabbed me by the back of the head, his other hand still on my left buttock. Almost instantly, he ramped up the passion, jamming his tongue straight into my mouth and moaning pleasurably.

"Mmf!" I said.

It was certainly a shock, but there was little I could do but lay in his arms and enjoy it. I hardly had a chance to get my tongue back into his mouth, he was so voracious in his actions. His fingertips kept brushing the back of my neck as he fondled me even harder with his other hand. His dick was throbbing in my right thigh, even splurting out bits of pre-cum, the wetness of which I felt on my leg. He even moved so subtly that I felt little bits of pleasure radiating from my chest and nipples. We must have made out for ten minutes or so, just slobbering the inside of my mouth and touching and feeling me all over.

He only stopped briefly to tell me one thing before continuing on: "Play with me."

Play with him? I had no idea what he was talking about. After a minute of just ignoring his request, he stopped again, leaned me over a bit, took my right wrist and put it on his cock.

"There, play with it. Oh, sweet Jesus..." he said as he put my right hand on his rock-hard member.

I felt his rod pulsing in my hand. The feeling of another dick in your hand is remarkably strange, definately different than when you handle your own. When you touch someone else's, it almost feels like the skin around the bone is...looser than it is? Very difficult to describe. As I started rubbing it up and down, it felt like all I was doing was moving the skin back and forth, not really pleasuring him much. Apparently though, he enjoyed it; he started to moan much louder and louder as I ran my index and middle finger delicately up and down his shaft, and rubbed the bottom of the head, and slid it through my palm.

Just as I grew accustomed to the art of giving a handjob, he withdrew from my mouth and looked at me once again. Without saying anything, he started to slide me down toward the end of the bed.

"Ow! Hey...," I squealed.

"Easy," the nurse reminded him.

He slid me down to the point where I was now face-to-face with his throbbing penis. It was obvious what he expected me to do. "Go on," he said. But still I hesitated. Nothing could make jumping right into this any easier. After just staring at it for another minute, he decided he had enough and grabbed me by the back of the head. Slowly, he pushed me toward it.

"Open up...ahh, oh, there we go..." He pushed my head toward his cock until there was no more room between it and my lips. The head slipped in easily between my glossed lips, and then hit the roof of my mouth. Now, he was inside me. As violating as it felt, I had no choice but to continue and suck it.

I formed a sort of seal around his cock and began to lick the underside up and down. I really didn't know what else to do except sit there and kind of glide my lips around the base while licking up and down the shaft. But, like the handjob, that seemed to please him more than enough. My head had leaned up against his left thigh as I sat there giving him a blowjob, and I could feel the heat coming off it as he got ever more excited. Mostly sighs and soft moans permeated the eerie silence of the dimly-lit, dark, and dusty closet.

Actually, I stand corrected. Giving a blowjob was probably the worst part of this. All I could do was close my eyes and pretend this wasn't even happening. I think the worst part of it all was when his cock would shoot small bits of pre-cum into my mouth. I felt almost every stage of this occurrence; the feeling of his cock twitching it out, the substance hitting the back of my throat, the salty taste it left in my mouth afterward. There was nothing more I wanted to do after each little swallowing than to drink an entire gallon of mouthwash in the vain hopes that it would eradicate every last bit of his flavor from my mouth and throat. Still all the while, all I could think of was him cumming in my mouth. Every burst of pre-cum made me wonder what it would be like to swallow his entire load. It wasn't supposed to happen in a session (as that part was saved for what is about to happen next) but surely it wasn't unheard of.

So did it happen? Fortunately, no. He would soon get his chance to bust his nut inside me though.

"Nurse! Can you, uh..." was all I heard him say. I could feel him doing some kind of motion with his hands but I didn't see it. All I could stare at was his cock in my mouth, and my hand on his right thigh, soft and supple with pink nails and french tips. My toenails looked just as nice since last week.

As I kept holding him in my mouth, the nurse came up from behind and opened my butt cheeks to squirt something in my hole. It was wet and slippery as she slid it all around in a sort of circular motion. I stopped my suckling in suprise, but she insisted I continue: "No no, Steph, keep going. Ssh..." When she was gone, I felt all slimy and dirty down below from the lube she spreaded.

The young man then pushed my head away, sliding his cock out suprisingly from my pursed lips. I could taste his flavor for hours, it was that bad.

"You ready?" he stared at me asking.

I looked at the nurse next to me. "It won't hurt, honey. I wet it up good. Go on."

I turned back and looked at the man once again. I guess it was go time.

The young man got up off the bed to make room for me. I got up from where I was and positioned myself on the bed just as I was instructed to do so before the session. I layed my head down on the bed and let my arms run off the side. I stayed on my knees with my butt up in the air, ready for him to enter. Face down, ass up...just like the song. He got up on the bed once again and started to position himself behind me. I felt one hand on my left hip as he started to poke my anus with his pulsating erection. He pushed in rather slowly, trying to get a feel for just the right position.

Being penetrated for the first time provokes a lot of feelings within you. Shame. Curiosity. Anticipation. I had fully expected this to hurt, but it really never hurt at all with the way he did it. Above all else, it felt more "violating," in a curiously erotic way. I slowly felt the head of his dick poke through the "ring" and then slide up and into me for the first time. As he was in me, I felt what I could only describe as this weird "throbbing warmth." The first time he entered me, he pushed all the way in and I felt his hairy nuts bump the front of my ass cheeks. It was probably the strangest and most embarassing feeling in the world to be this intimate with another man, especially when you're being forced into it.

Overall, the anal sex was really not that bad, especially not as bad as the blowjob or kissing. All I had to do was sit there, laying on my boobs, and let him slide in and out of me for about ten minutes. Originally, I figured the excitement from the blowjob would get him to cum rather quickly, but it actaully took quite a bit of time for him to finish. He started off slowly and eventually built up into this brisk pumping motion. I felt my entire body slide back and forth around the bed as he fucked me, his nuts banging up against my cheeks again and again. The "awkward" feeling of being penetrated eventually wore off, and I just layed on the bed and took it like the girl I was being made into.

The other thing about being pounded was that it actually felt really good at times. I mean, I still don't really "dig" guys, as much as they're trying to get me to. But bottoming for this man did not feel that bad in the slightest. The best was when he pushed up and in a few times and hit some sort of nerve that sent shockwaves of pleasure running through me. Maybe it was my prostate? I didn't even know I had a "g-spot" but every time he hit it, all I could do was coo and moan and tap my leg on the bed once or twice. What was left of my shriveled cock dribbled bits of pre-cum onto the bed below. If only I didn't have to make out and give those very unpleasant blowjobs, I would definately not mind the next two sessions. Briefly, I pondered masturbating this way privately instead of trying to coax a lame erection through the heavy fog of the hormone treatments.

With a brisk motion, he then slammed into me hard and collapsed the both of us onto the bed. I felt his entire body, warm and wet with sweat pressed against me as he twitched his left leg and released his cum deep into my bowels. The force of his body pressed my boobs hard against the bed, and started to hurt me a bit.

"Ack...could you, could you..." I said, trying to ask him to get up.

"I'm almost....ugh! Okay..." He had finished pumping me full of his substance and then got up and slid out slowly. As I laid face down on the bed, I could still feel the mix of pressure and pleasure reeling from deep within my asshole. What a good girl I was.

After relaxing for a bit, I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. As I sat, I began to feel warmth trickling out of me; I leaned to the side and saw his cum leaking out of my butthole and onto the bed. I looked up at the nurse and was about to ask her if I should worry about having messed up the bed.

"Oh, they'll clean that," she said reassuringly. It's not like I ever cared in the first place though. "Get dressed before Dr. Hoffman comes back."

I wiped myself off before sliding my panties and tights back on, wrapping my skirt around my waist and buttoning it, then putting my bra back on and finally my top. I'm not sure what happened, but as I looked in the mirror over the sink, I appeared more like a girl now than ever before.

The door opened, and in came Dr. Hoffman. He stared at me with an odd smile on his face.

"Well! How was it?" he asked.

I was a bit embarassed to say anything, so I just blushed and looked off to the side.

The nuse answered for me: "I think she had fun with it."

"That's good. Stephanie...hey. Look at me."

I looked up at Dr. Hoffman as he stood in the doorway.

"They're not that bad, see?"

I suppose there was some truth to the statement. The blowjobs and kissing though...ugh.

"You're making excellent progress, Stephanie. I'll book you for another reorientation six months from now, same place, same deal. All right?"

I nodded.

"Good. Okay then, let's go. We need to get another one in here." He turned to the nurse: "Tell the guys to wheel the bed out and the rack back in, we need it in here fast." I grabbed my purse sitting by the chair, put my shoes on, and left with Dr. Hoffman.

As we walked down the hallway, he started discussing the final details of my treatment plan. All the while, I kept feeling more and more of the young man's semen oozing out of me from before, but couldn't quite escape to the bathroom to clean up.

"Stephanie, everyone at the board is very proud of you. You changed dramatically and you took everything in stride. I don't think we had any of the other delinquents turn as well as you have. Excellent work."

I stared down at the tiles moving beneath my feet as he continued to go on about my treatment plan.

"At this point, all you have left are the two reorientation sessions and the surgeries. Your second one will be in six months, but we don't do the last one until after you had your final surgery."

My stomach sank into my gut as he reminded me of that.

Gradually, we approached the corner where we would branch off. "Have a good one, Steph!" he called out, walking back to his office.

Steph, Steph, Steph, Steph, Steph. I almost didn't remember my birth name anymore.

I walked out to the school bus trying to console my anxiety by noting the amount of time until the last procedure. One year. I still had a year before they would finally succeed in making me a complete girl, body and soul.

I stepped out into the cold winter air, ready to go home. As the breeze blew up beneath my legs, I was reminded why I decided to wear the tights that morning.

(The events and characters depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblence to events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The values and behavorial standards of characters in this story are not reflective of the author's personal beliefs or politics. The depiction of various activities in this story do not constituite a real-life endorsement of such activities. Possession, readership, and sharing of sexually explicit literature may be prohibited in your country and/or age group. Copyright(c) 2011 Freaky Deek. Posted image is unrelated to the story, unowned by the author, and is copyright of its respective author(s).)