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Shemale in Training!
TJ Ryder
http://www.sissytrain.com/
Ten years, that's all Wallace Anderson could think of as he looked
in the mirror at the private hospital after his last visit
to check on his cosmetic changes!
His doctor came in finally with a clipboard, middle aged bald man
with big ears and smiled at him.
"Mr. Anderson, or should I call you something else now?"
"No, that's fine! You know doc, I think I look better
than I did ten years ago, and not just looking female!"
"Well," the middle aged specialist smiled, putting up a picture
on the mirror, "you already had sun damage around the eyes and nose,
even at 27. Fortunately it was superficial but be careful now,
some of the skin is much less elastic than it was then.
Sun block all the time when you go out and you have very fair skin anyway!"
"Yes, but I look younger than 27 even. Could I pass for a teenager?"
"Yes, but mostly because your'e a perfect candidate for a boy to girl
change, even with keeping your male genitalia and normal hormonal levels!
You had no beardline at all, no protuberant adams apple, oval face,
and had a slim slender build! And wev'e improved treatments now
with gene therapy for the skin!"
"Will the breasts sag?" He looked at his 36 c perfect breasts
with sensitive inch long nipples that he idly stroked.
"Yes, if you don't do some exercise. Breasts are mostly fat,
the upper chest muscles pull them up, until the skin stretches!"
"Right!"
"Only aerobic exercises, no bulk building on the muscle groups!"
"Got it!"
"Of course at 5'4" and only 145 lb any extra weight, fat or muscle,
would show up quickly."
"I guess I'm on a constant diet then!" he joked. "So, am I finished,
finally?"
'I think so, unless you want to come back in and complete the switch!"
Wallace winced at that, looking down at his 7 inch half hard erection
and full balls.
"You sound like you can't wait to cut these babies off, doc!"
"Well, you know we actually use much of it, but frankly your'e
right. Your'e such a good candidate physically for a transgender that
I hate to see you go! You may put your clothes on if you like!
What are you going to do now?"
"Well, for one thing I have to get a job. These last operations
have almost broken me!" As he dressed he slipped on panties and
a sheer, fairly low cut dress, and then added a necklace, then
he sat down and fumbled with his heeled shoes.
"I never got the hang of high heels," he joked. The doctor
looked down at his cleavage and the trampy dress.
"Um, what kind of work are you going to look for now? I thought
you were a writer?"
wallace looked up and smiled, "You think I look I look like a
hooker?"
"Let's just say I hope your'e taking precautions or my colleagues
in the STD wing will be getting a new patient!" he warned with a frown.
"Don't worry, doc," he/she smiled, turning his hip to the
mirror, "I didn't go through this just to sell it on the street! Actually
I'm getting aroused just looking at my own butt, is that normal?"
"Everyone has a bisexual streak under the right conditions but you haven't answered my question. Why did you do this then?"
"Well, because I could, like you said, I'm just at the limit
where I could make a fine looking girl which fits in with a
a new book I'm researching! So I couldn't do it in ten years!"
"And like a borderline obsessive you have to do it!"
Wallace nodded ruefully at himself, unable to believe it was his
own reflection in the mirror as he arranged his shoulder length
hair in a pony tail and arranged blonde bangs on his forehead.
'True. It cost me my marriage and first career. But I can
only write from the inside out. In some ways I'm going back to
the beginning!"
"I hope you have some mentor. You look fine, but your mannerisms
are not that feminine!"
"Yes, thank you for your concern but I have arranged that as
part of my obsessive nature!"
"And I just do the surface, what is going on the inside is
outside my abilities! Perhaps outside anyone's!"
'And that," Wallace smiled through maroon lip gloss, "is what
I hope to find out! Yes I have a bi streak, and once, when I was
22 and just out of the navy in San Diego I tried a little cross
dressing!"
"How did it work out? I know you got married, have children
and are divorced now!"
He groaned, shaking his head, "it was a disaster on many
levels! I always wanted to do it right if I got the chance.
When my marriage collapsed and took custody of the kids, which
was mostly my fault and I gave her everything I had, I was either
going to do this or retire to the south seas!"
The doctor laughed, "I would have taken the south seas!"
'Heh heh, but now I have to watch the sun! Goodbye doc,
thanks!"
As he exited the building in downtown LA, catching glances
from several men in his short skirt and cleavage, he realized
the path he had chosen was one way now. He was broke, had taken
his advance on his next book and spent it on surgery, and would
be sued if he didn't deliver. Sitting in a cab, the driver
peeking up his skirt at his smooth bare thighs, he pulled it
down as much as it would go.
"Where you going honey?"
"Airport please?"
"Oh yeah, going someplace fun?"
"Work actually, San Diego!"
"Really, I was stationed there with the navy!"
"Me too!" He wished he didn't say that!
The middle aged fat cabby looked at his reflection
in the mirror!
"Look kind of young, honey! You kiddin me right?
Where you going to work in San Diego?" He said with a challenge.
"The Sheehee Club if you must know!" The driver opened
his mouth in shock and almost hit a car!
"Please watch the road!"
"Sorry, DAMN!"
'I have to watch what I say from now on,' he mused. But at
least the cabbie didn't keep trying to catch peeks up his skirt
any more.
The world famous Sheehee Club catered to the mostly young black
marines and sailors on Pacific Beach for the last twenty years and
he had been forced to sign an employment contract with them for
one year. So now, he wondered, what was he? A Shemale in Training?
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Continued in new upcoming TV story at http://www.sissytrain.com/
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