Message-ID: <36298asstr$1019985002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <vickietern@aol.com> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20020427203817.06686.00005514@mb-dh.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 28 Apr 2002 00:38:17 GMT Subject: {ASSM} New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 7/10 femdom F/m etc Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36298> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 7/10 Femdom F/m f/f M/m vii. With my eyes closed, the world beginning to sway when I opened them, I told her. "I first went to my office to pick up a few things, and my secretary Darla was surprised to see me. Amazed, really! Even though I called to tell her I'd drop by today. 'I had no idea, Barry!' was what she said. She said all the girls had been wondering what was wrong after you called to say I'd be taking a month's sick leave, that I needed that much time to start my new life. 'What new life? was what we wondered,' she said. 'But this explains it! You look great! As good as any of us I think.' And then she said 'I love your hair!'" Hayley snapped on a table lamp and looked at me. But said nothing. "Hayley, she could tell at a glance that I've been trying to look like a girl. She thinks I'm becoming a girl! How could she tell?" I could see that Hayley felt both sympathy and exasperation. "I tried to tell you, honey, but you were in too much of a hurry. When you left the house this morning you were still wearing Berry's bouffant hair! You never did shampoo out yesterday's set. You never even brushed it down. So when you combed it out this morning without looking, you re-set it. That's how setting gels work. I don't suppose you glanced at a mirror before you left the house." "No," I said, embarrassment now added to the uneasiness in my stomach. "No," Hayley repeated. "Well, now you know why women check out mirrors all the time. It isn't narcissism, it's that the way we need to look all the time, lots of things can go wrong! Men don't bother, they dress for the day and then they think they stay that way, and if they don't, they don't care. If you'd looked in the mirror when you left the house, as every woman always does, you'd have seen that your hair was framing your face beautifully. You might also have noticed that those delicate post earrings you picked out are still looking lovely in your pierced ears. You forgot about them? Did Darla compliment you on them? Did she also mention your pretty new nails?" I'd been so eager to get out and be myself I'd forgotten to undo everything! On my 'boy day,' what Darla saw was a man halfway toward womanhood. "That explains it," I said, depressed. "She chatted while I looked at the mail, and I didn't understand her. She mentioned that she wears posts sometimes too, and she told me she has a whole collection of drops and hoops and costume pieces she wants to show me -- I guess what she meant was earrings. And she did notice my fingernails. She told me she thought pink was too timid for me. With my personality I could be bolder, more strikingly dramatic, she said, flame red, or dark ruby. That part was embarrassing!" "It bothered you that you're doing things women do? I thought you've learned to be proud you can do them!" "No, I'm proud I can make people think I'm a woman so nobody will suspect I'm really a man. You showed me how. I'm not proud to look like an effeminate man!" "Why not? That's what you are! Look at you! You have a hairdo. Your nails are done. You have breasts! Your eyes look a little smoky to me -- did you think you'd wash off your mascara when you washed your face last night? Honey, it's waterproof, it needs to be creamed off. You're embarrassed because you look like a man who looks a lot like a woman? But that's what you are! What's your problem with that?" "Hayley, today I didn't want to look like a man who looks like a woman! I wanted to look like a man! A man who looks like a woman isn't a man!" It sounded silly when I said it that way. I tried again. "I mean, effeminate men are sissies!" Hayley just looked at me, amused, watching me thrash about. "Well, aren't they? Isn't that what a sissy is?" "Men only respect men who are men! "And they respect women who are women, don't they?" "Yes." "Honey, it sounds to me as if you're trying to tell me something about a choice you need to make, but you don't want to listen to yourself." I was silent. "Well, Darla was kind and encouraging. I must give her a call and thank her. Did anyone treat you badly?" "Yes. A man from another division came by while I was talking to Darla. I knew him slightly, we never much liked each other." "And?" "He came to mock me! Because as soon as he saw me he said, 'Well, the Ponce! We've been talking about you! Someone spotted you in the elevator, and I had to come see for myself.' At that point I told him that now that he's seen me, he can kiss my ass. He just laughed and said that's more my line of work these days, and he asked was it true that I can't get off my knees any more if there's still a cock swinging anywhere in front of my face? And that I decided to be a girl so I could suck cock full time? Then he moved on before I could punch him out!" "You poor dear. Is that why you're so depressed?" "Partly," I said. "Darla heard him. She told me that was going to keep happening until I made up my mind which way to go for good. That I should rethink this half-way thing I was doing. That I had to be a man or a woman. She said I should pump iron and chew tobacco and spit in the sunofabitch's eye, or else dress properly and wear lipstick to the office every day and then spit in the sunofabitch's eye. She offered me her lipstick to get me back home.' She was worried someone might get violent, or I might." "So you borrowed her lipstick." "Yes. And left the building. My boy day was already ruined, so I just did the rest as a girl day on my own, pulled all the slack in my shirt around to the back so my breasts would show a little. And remembered to walk with my thighs close together, taking short steps, and so on. "You spent the rest of your boy day as a girl. Did it work?" "Yes. Same as yesterday." "Tell me" "No one mocked me. At the diner where I stopped for lunch, and then later at the ballpark, everyone called me 'Miss,' or 'Ma'am' or 'Hey, Lady!' Some guys held doors open for me. A guy started talking to me the way your Jeff friend talked to you, leaning in and turning on the charm. A guy in the stands bought me a beer, and when I tried to buy him the next one he bought me another, I couldn't stop him. And he didn't want anything from me, just a smile!" "Most men are nice," Hayley said. "Some are shits. But they all have their uses." "Anyhow, after the game I went to a sports bar." I went on, though I was now feeling much worse. "This guy backed into me as if by accident, and while he was pinning me to a wall he rubbed my boobs with the backs of his shoulders. And then he turned around, and he actually did put a hand on me, he actually caressed a nipple! Smiling "oops!" as if it was all accidental. I hauled back and I really did hit him, and the bartender had to ask both of us to leave. But ...." A wave of nausea started to build inside me. "But what, babe?" Hayley asked. Her voice was deeply sympathetic. I was beginning to feel really cruddy. "Maybe you should try to sleep now? Tell me later?" "Oh, Hayley!" I was sort of desperate, near tears! "Hayley, I almost didn't mind! That's the problem! It felt so good, his hand on my tit! His finger feeling my nipple! I wanted more! I felt so very queer! That's why I hit him! Then I ran out of the bar and I came straight back here! Hayley, what's happening to me?" "It felt like this?" Hayley put her soft, delicate hand on one of my breasts and felt for the nipple. I closed my eyes. It felt marvelous! "Yes," she said, fondling me. "They've enlarged a lot just since this morning, honey. You're well on the way!" She then reached for the other breast and caressed that one too. Both at once! Glory! Oh, sweet! Sweet! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling, and didn't even realize at first that I was whimpering. There was a strange gathering in my groin of what might have been an orgasm if I'd had an erection, and it rose to a peak! And then, ecstasy! "Ohhhh, God!" I cried out. I did want something, but I didn't know what! Something! I wanted Hayley? My dear sweet Hayley! To do something for her? I felt so .... "Sweetheart," she said. "Try to sleep now, dearest. I'll call Dr. Portland to let her know you've begun the next phase, so she can send her nurse to ease you through it. I'll be here the whole time. You'll be fine! You'll see!" She let her hand lie on my swollen breast, and I felt comforted. And under her breath I heard her say to herself, "My poor dear! Thank God! No more halfway measures any more!" "Oh," I groaned. I felt so awful now! There was a dark ache in my balls, like the aftermath of getting kicked there. But Hayley's hand cupping my breast through my babydoll filled me with such an unspeakable, beautiful longing! Even though I felt utterly wretched! When I awoke it was dark, and I saw the figure of Dr. Portland's nurse leaning over me. "This'll help her hold down whatever you can feed her," she said, and I felt a tug on my forearm. A shot. "Dramamine?" I asked. "Motion sickness?" "Shhh, go back to sleep," she said. "Here!" And I felt another tug and a pinprick. "It's nothing, dear. Your old hormones are fighting the new ones. This'll tell them to surrender gracefully. You won't feel so badly stressed out." Once again, blissful sleep. When I next awoke, still feeling terrible, sunlight was streaming through the room, and Hayley was asleep on a chair next to me. I watched her a while, until the dull ache in my groin spread and deepened, and I groaned. She woke up. "Is it bad, baby?" she asked. "Was it this bad for you?" I asked her in reply. I should take her mind off my problems, I was thinking, she looks so worried. And my mind too. "I don't remember that you felt anything much after your operation, except sore. Didn't the three of you go to a movie that night?" She leaned over me and kissed me. "What we had was what you had a few days ago, a little soreness, then a feeling that we were a lot heavier in front than before, and then gradually, that new sensitivity you're beginning to notice. That's all. It's different for you, because you have a lot further to go. You forget, honey, the three of us were already women. I already had breast tissue, fully shaped breasts, just not very big ones. And my hormones had developed my nipples and ducts and other glands long before then, most of them were already fully formed. And they'd been in my bloodstream for my whole life, practically. My skin and my body were already soft, and filled out in interesting places." She paused a minute, and then in a studiously calm, reassuring voice she went on. "Dr. Portland is treating you as a special patient. Beginning at the very beginning and jump-starting you. You need to grow everything all at once. So your implants are much more heavily loaded." I wondered what she meant, but it was hard to concentrate. "Like what?" I managed to say. "Breasts are living parts of a woman, Berry. With this procedure they grow naturally out of her body as the implants dissolve. Maybe you didn't understand. Breasts develop on female bodies, so the drugs in your implants are changing you, so everything will feel right as they grow in. So they'll feel like you. So they'll feel ... womanly, and you will too." "Oh," I said. I heard her, but I didn't understand, and then there was this cramp! .... A needle and I was out again. I woke again. In addition to the dreary pain, I felt sick, viciously nauseous. I opened my eyes, and the room swam, and I leaned over the edge of the bed to spill my guts into a bowl Hayley had placed there. Though nothing came up. Then some time later, I woke again. This time Hayley was sitting alongside my bed, reading, and as I leaned over she grasped my head and held it. "Oh, Hayley!" I squealed. I remembered that old sailor's quip about how seasickness progresses, first you're afraid you'll die, then you're afraid you won't. Hayley understood. "My sweetie," she said. "You poor dear! I do feel so sorry. But it'll end! You did tell Dr. Portland you wanted everything all at once, so it's all happening at once, that's all. So of course you feel miserable. But maybe tomorrow you'll feel better? Can you take a sip of water?" "No," I said. My stomach rose at the thought. "A sip of me, maybe?" "Yes." "Here, precious!" A shadow descended on me. I felt my face swathed in folds of Hayley's blouse. It had the scent of her skin. I felt her nipple touch my lips, and I gently sipped at it. It tasted so good! Like mint! A few sips, and I slept. Then the same thing a few more times again during the night, after Hayley got into bed with me and lay there with her whole body pressed against mine, one of her breasts fitted into my open mouth. I sucked from her as if from a bottle whenever I woke, and soon was asleep again. Her milk was so soothing! When I next woke I realized that the ache in my bowels and below them was almost gone, and that I wasn't queasy any more. Hayley could see I was better the moment I opened my eyes. She urged me to sit up and brace myself against the headboard. I saw that now I was wearing one of Hayley's nightgowns. A lime green nylon concoction with foamy lace on the sleeves. I looked at her. There seemed to be nothing to say. "It's about done," she said. "I'm so relieved. Honey, don't try to do things yourself just yet. What were you just thinking?" "That I'm in your night gown." "Because your baby dolls are all in the laundry right now. You've been sleeping through the worst of it. You've been like a newborn baby. Now and then you'd dribble what I was feeding you, but you were so eager for me, honey! And your own breast fluids have come in now, have you noticed yet? You're so abundant they leak! So we've had to change you several times a day. The nightie you're wearing is especially big in the bodice, it's one of the few that fit you right now, while your breasts are still swollen from your first hormonal surge." I looked down. They were swollen! Two enormous globes tipped with large tumescent cones! Nipples the thickness of my thumb! Hayley was amused to see the expression on my face. "You really do need to be milked, honey. They're bigger than footballs!" "My God!" I said. "How can I ever pretend to be a man again?" "Don't worry about it. That isn't a problem any more. They'll go down to their proper size as they get accustomed to the drugs and hormones you've got flowing through you now. Sweetie, you're different now! Your body chemistry is that of a mature young woman. You even have some of a mature young woman's feelings. In effect you went through a forced adolescence while you were asleep." She smiled affectionately. "Of course you missed out on the pajama parties, and the Junior Prom, all those things. And you've never been kissed. Nor laid. We'll need to provide you with some of that if you're to complete your transition." I looked at Hayley. She was teasing me. A little. I hoped. "How long have I been out?" "Days and days, honey." Hayley looked apologetic. "You were so terribly uncomfortable, between the pain and the nausea, and I was so afraid your spasms might tear something, I asked the nurse to keep you asleep till the worst was over. Nearly a week. And now you're better, I can see it!" I was sitting up, and the room was no longer heaving. I was better. "Yes, honey," I said. "Much!" "Try to swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up," Hayley said. "Then you can sit down again if you like. But walking is even better. It has to do with blood clots, especially while you're hopped up on all those female hormones. C'mon baby, leggy over, that's it!" My last hints of morning sickness eased away altogether once I was sitting with my legs over the side of the bed. I took some deep breaths. Hayley's pale green nightgown came down to my ankles, I saw, and it draped prettily. As far as I could see I looked like Hayley, not like me. Feminine. But they were my toes poking out the bottom. Not painted, like hers. I felt a momentary disorientation. "Can you stand?" I tried. I could. Then feeling a bit faint, I sat. Then stood again. The second time it was easier. I waited, then sat and stood yet again. No problem! "Wonderful!" Hayley said. "Now over to that chair? I'll hold your arm." By the time I was seated in the chair I felt vastly better. I said so. "Yes," Hayley said. "Exercise, that's part of it. But also the ... ahh .. medications. They work best when you're moving about." end 7/10 VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+