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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 8/10 femdom F/m etc
Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 05:10:03 -0400
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New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 8/10 Femdom F/m f/f M/m




                                viii.   

Hayley was definitely uneasy.  She sat down on the edge of the bed
and folded her hands in her lap, and stretched out her legs, and
looked at me.  I saw that her nightie was just like mine, same
flouncy sleeves, only in pale yellow.  She kept looking at me
steadily, then looking away.

"I like your nightgown," I told her, to put her at her ease.  Here
I was, recovered from miseries she'd tried to comfort, and now our
roles were reversed.  Something was bothering her.  I tried to be
jocular.  "It flows so beautifully when you walk and move around. 
Like water flowing over your body.  I like my nightgown too. 
They're twins, aren't they?  His and hers?" 

"Hers and hers," she said. "They're women's gowns."

"I suppose they are," I said soothingly, conceding her point. 
"Made to be worn by women."

Hayley took a deep breath.  "I mean, they belong to women."   She'd
recovered from her uncertainty, and now delivered her level gaze at
me as always when dealing firmly with a problem.  "To two women."

"What do you mean," I asked.  One of the gowns was borrowed?  No,
I'd seen her wearing them both at one time or another.  I suddenly
caught the drift of meaning in her words, and if my hands hadn't
already been folded in my lap, like hers, I'd have gotten
frightened and felt to see if my privates were still there!  I felt
for them.  They were, my hands were resting on them!  "What two
women?"

"Honey," she said.  "You really didn't understand what the Doctor
was saying when she interviewed you, did you.  What she was asking
you?  Not even what I told you earlier about female breasts and
female bodies?"

"Hayley, don't look so serious!  I'm fine.  I'm feeling better
every moment!  See, I can already stand up!"  I did, then sat down
carefully.  "Did I know what she was asking?  Yes, of course!  Did
I want breasts!  I didn't tell her that I wanted them for you
because you wanted them for me, because that might have confused
her."  I smiled.

Hayley was not amused.  "Honey, listen!"  She paused, then she
seemed to give up on something.  She shrugged.  Her body relaxed. 
She glanced at the ceiling, then at me, then away again.  Then,
"Honey, I wanted you to have breasts, and you're a love, the most
wonderful love ever, and that's why you agreed to get breasts of
your very own, the same kind that Meg and Patti and I have.  And
Dora.  And we're so very happy that you're now one of us.  And
you're happy about it too, right?"

I was happy that Hayley had hers.  About mine the jury was still
out.  But I nodded.  "Right!"  Then I asked, "One of us?"  

"Berry, I'll go slow.  You were right about something, when I first
asked you to let Dr. Portland give you breasts.  Women have breasts
and men don't."

Well, I thought, now there's a revelation!  Score one for me?  No
matter, it's rather moot at this stage.  I sat and waited for more.

"Dr. Portman only does breast surgery on women.  Because even if
they have no noticeable breasts, they have the foundation for a
full endowment.  All the right glands and tissues, ever since
puberty.  I sort of explained that to you."

"I remember," I said.  I was wondering whether Hayley was now
reconsidering this whole thing, whether she thought she'd been more
impulsive than circumspect.  Whether she now knew about some kind
of additional unanticipated consequence, that she was easing the
news to me in her own way.  "But Dr. Portland did operate on me,
and she knew that I'm not a woman."     

"Wait," Hayley said.  "I'll get there."  She paused, then
continued.  "There's another matter too.  Women also have certain
attitudes and desires that go with being women, with having
breasts, with using them to comfort and nurture, and so on.  Men
have different attitudes, they don't have breasts, they desire
women who have breasts.  You know!  And women know that about men. 
They know that's what appeals to men."

Hayley knew that the pleasure I found in her breasts was not proof
that I wanted my own?  Despite all of her stubborn attempts to
persuade me that it was?  Was she just reaching for any plausible
argument when she said that?  What were her more compelling
reasons, then?  

But I decided not to interrupt her train of thought.  "So?" I said.

"Dr. Portman explained to me about these different attitudes toward
breasts, men's and women's, they may be inherited or influenced by
different hormones, or they may be from social conditioning, or
some combination of these, no one knows.  But they do lay the
psychological foundation for having breasts.  Women think about
breasts differently." 

"So?"

"Men who are really women also think about breasts differently. 
They think like women.  They don't desire them like men, they want
them like women."

This stopped me.  I looked inexpressively at Hayley, and saw she
was looking directly at me, so I just said, "So?" once again.  What
does she mean?  Men who are really women?

"The operation Dr. Portland performs isn't like most breast
enlargements, insert a bag of silicone or salt water and call it a
bigger breast.  Her procedures create a certain hormonal
environment too.  Natural-born women provide their own.  And men
who are really women sometimes create that environment by taking
hormones over a period of time.  Transsexuals, I mean.  Men with
the minds of women, and women's attitudes, who were born into men's
bodies.  Men who are really women."

I finally saw Hayley's drift.  "So let me understand this," I said. 
"You persuaded Dr. Portland to install breasts on my chest by
telling her that I'm a transsexual woman, really a woman in a man's
body, but I haven't taken female hormones yet.  But not to worry,
I'll welcome the changes in my body that come along with having
breasts, the side affects?  Like actually becoming a woman in other
ways too?  And that I wanted to do it all at once."

"Yes.  Exactly."  

"And she not only installed C cup implants in me, as you wanted,
and I agreed, she also installed the hormonal environment needed to
support them?  To enhance them?"

"Yes.  Honey, you've been feeling so rotten I wanted you put to
sleep through the worst of it.  It isn't so much the operation,
that's relatively minor.  It isn't even what happens to your
nipples, that's kind of pleasant, to put it mildly, you'll see! 
It's  that right now your body is soaked in female hormones, two or
three kinds of estrogens, progesterone, prolactin, all sorts of
things.  Your body chemistry has been going through a crash
girlhood and even a sort of pregnancy."  

"And?"

"Sweetheart, you'll feel just fine in another day or two!  Your
breasts are healed.  You're already getting all sorts of lovely
sensations from them, and they've begun to produce real fluids that
delicious milky stuff.  Just the way mine do."

"Hayley, what are you telling me?" 

She squared her shoulders.  "Sweetie, I wanted what you wanted, you
know that!  And as far as our breasts go, that's now what we've
both got!  But to get them, it turns out we've both had to give up
something we also wanted!"

I sensed that we'd arrived at the reason for Hayley's apologetic
yet defiant confession in the form of an explanation.  Why all this
talk.  As gently and casually as possible, I asked her, "What,
Hayley?  Give up what?"

"Well," she said almost carelessly, trying to make it seem like
nothing significant, "I guess you could call it your masculinity." 
Having said it, she relaxed, done.  

My voice remained gentle.  I wasn't sure what she meant.  "Didn't
I give that up when I agreed to have these breasts installed?  I
don't understand!"

"Maybe for your upper body, honey.  Because I bugged you to do it,
and I do love you for that!  But it turns out that the hormones
installed for your breasts work on everything else that makes a
woman feminine too -- her skin, her hips, her waist, the fullness
of her hair.  Her moods, her attitudes, many of them!  And that's
what's happening now!  You're becoming a woman.  In another few
months, that's what we'll be to each other.  Two women.  In every
respect but one."

"That one matters, doesn't it?"  I was of course thinking about my
cock and balls.  

She now looked so terribly sorrowful, my heart went out to her. 
"Honey, that's one of the questions Dr. Portland asked you.  If she
stopped your testosterone production, would it bother you?  You
said "not at all."  It surprised me!  And it pleased me, because up
to a point that's a good thing.  Less testosterone makes you less
aggressive.  Nicer."  She paused.  "Less pushy."  Another pause. 
"Because there's nothing to push."

I heard her.  I reached for something to say to fill the silence.
"Sweetheart, are you telling me that Dr. Portland's medications
have reduced my ability to have erections?"  

"Not exactly.  Not reduced them.  They've wiped them out
altogether.  That's the down side.  They've wiped out all those
lovely erections we both enjoy!  Your testicles are shrinking,
honey.  Mostly gone now.  The nurse tells me that by next week your
sack will be empty!  There's nothing there to stiffen your desires! 
You're castrated.  Are you very mad?"   

I was stone silent.

"When you agreed to be castrated, Dr. Portman asked me if I
consented.  Remember, she said that I'm a beautiful woman and all
that, so how could I give up on having that kind of sex?  I told
her that what you wanted, I wanted.  I could cope.  Remember?"

"Yes," I said.  I remembered those words.  Not their meaning, not
then.

Then hesitantly, she added, "Well, I knew than that I could cope. 
I'd already been coping.  I know that right now I'm the only one of
us who can enjoy an erection the way nature intended, the way
they're meant to be enjoyed!"  

She stopped.  I think she wondered if she'd gone too far.

"What was that?" I asked her.  

Hayley tried to sound encouraging now.  Nothing for it, she seemed
to be thinking, better to say the rest.  "Until you get yourself
fixed by one more operation, that is.  Then you can enjoy them too. 
The way erections are meant to be enjoyed, I mean.  The way women
have always enjoyed them."  

I was silent.

"I want you to do that, baby!  Get yourself fixed.  Let Dr.
Portland put a vagina into that useless place between your
legs!  Please?  For me?  I want you to have one!  You'd love having
one, I know you would!"

I stared at her, shocked!  Here was the breast argument all over
again!  Only now it was a pussy argument!  

Hayley plowed on relentlessly.  "Dr. Portman warned me that
probably you'll need to adjust your attitudes first.  I mean, about
men.  Even if you think you're a woman, she told me, even if you've
always thought so, still, you may not yet be thinking about sex the
way women think.  Lots of transsexual women are lesbians.  So she
wants you to go slow, try things out first."

Hayley had rendered me impotent?!  Castrated me?!!  Because she
wanted me to have breasts, she'd expunged my manhood?!!  Given me
the body and feelings of a woman?!  And now as if aware that she
may have gone just a little bit too far, and not exactly told me
how far, she was now trying to persuade me that it's no big deal? 
That if you've got the right attitude, a hole is just as good as a
pole?

Is it?

"I mean, I love men!  Half the world loves men!  Why shouldn't you? 
I'm sure you will, darling, if you give it half a chance!" 

I said nothing.  I looked at my toes below the skirt of my pale
green nightgown.  There was a thin fringe of lace on the hem I'd
not noticed before, very delicate.

"Your new nipples will help.  Even now, Dr. Portland says, you'll
go orgasmic whenever anybody touches or licks or sucks them, the
same way I do.  You'll have beautiful orgasms.  The kind Patti has
with her partner.  And Meg too, especially now that Mark is back
from his training sessions and is devoted to pleasing her.  We've
been talking and talking about how we want to share all our
feelings and sensations with our partners, the men and women we
care most about!   I've been so jealous of them!  But not any
longer!  Now we can share everything too!"  

She paused.  "So you see, you haven't really lost anything."   

"No," I said.

"It'll really be quite lovely, sweetheart, what we'll have now."

"I guess," I said.

"And with your new breasts as prominent as they are, with your
figure as willowy as it is, if you dress right and do something
nice with your hair, and I can help, you won't have any problem at
all attracting men when you'd rather have men touching and kissing
your breasts." 

A faint nausea returned.  Not the hormones this time.  It passed. 
"I guess," I said again.

She hesitated again, resettled herself on the bed, and drew her
knees up to her chest and clasped them.   Then she looked directly
at me and continued.  

"I know I don't have a problem attracting men and getting them to
please me." she said.  

A deliberate silence now, as she waited for that news to sink in. 
She watched my face register that it had happened.  I felt drained. 
I was unable to look away!

"I mean, honey, what did you expect?"  Now she was defensive!  "I
mean, we've been quarreling for how long, weeks, months?  More?  In
all that time of course I've had lots of opportunities to vent my
resentments.  You can't expect that I haven't used a few of them! 
Especially when it feels so glorious now!  You know a little about
what it's like!  You know how I get when your mouth is on my pussy
and your hands are on my breasts.  Or whatever the combinations. 
Imagine how it is for me sometimes when I'm with several men, and
I can feel mouths and hands and cocks coming and going all over me,
moving in and out, and my body's just one big orgasm that goes on
and on!" 

She waited, and seemed gratified that I was making not the
slightest sound.

"And now you can have that too, any time you want it!  Whenever you
want it!  I want you to have it!  I'll even help you, honey, I
really will!  With getting your men all aroused, with everything. 
I want you to be happy!  The men I know all have friends, and
they're always asking me if I have a friend.  For example Jeff has
asked me a couple of times if Berry's available for double dating
with Craig.  You made quite an impression on Craig!"

O Christ!  I was thinking.  Now I'm a woman, not a man, and she
wants me to fuck the friends of men who've fucked her!  Agree to
get tits, and the next thing you know you've got a pussy and your
wife is pimping for you!  

No, I thought further, that's not fair.  It's that every married
woman wants to help other women find a man.  It's a generous
impulse, wanting to help other women find the happiness they've
got.  My loving wife thinks her husband is now an unmarried
woman, so of course she's trying to fix him up with her boyfriends'
friends, so he can be as happy as she is.  

My head began to ache.

"Of course for that you really should have a pussy, honey!  Really.
You need a space sort of in front between your legs, as well as
in your rear, if you want to feel two men rubbing the whole length
of their bodies on yours at the same time, going in and out together.
It's more considerate of them too, giving them choices, giving them
different places they can put themselves in you to try to make you
happy.  It encourages them to try harder, so it's more fun for you,
too!  It's the least you can do!"

Hayley misread the expression on my face, and attempted to make me
feel better.  To console me.  

"But don't worry, honey.  It isn't necessary now, not right away.
Your pussy can wait.  With breasts like ours, we don't need pussies
to reach satisfying orgasms.  And we don't need pussies to satisfy
men, either, not really.  I mean, I've always wanted to be faithful
to you, ever since our marriage, and I have been too, until we
began this silly quarreling.  I mean, until you got so stubborn
and mean, and we stopped having sex, you were the only man I allowed
into my pussy.  That was reserved for you and nobody else!  The other
men I saw always had to be satisfied with second best, the leftovers,
my mouth or my ass, places I'd never want you to have to stoop to use.
But not one ever complained!"

She nodded reassuringly and brightened up.  "Well, you already have a
mouth and an ass, and you already like the feeling of something stuffed
into you, you told me so, and you like the way cum tastes, too.
So the rest can follow whenever.  You can save your vagina for
the man you love, the way I saved mine for you until recently.
You can even wait to get one until you meet him.  You'll know.
And meanwhile, we can double date any time you feel ready."

She suddenly stood up.  "So, about these men who ask me if I have
a friend.  Do I have a friend, Berry?  I know I haven't been
perfectly open about everything we've been doing lately, but it was
all for the best, I thought it was, and I still think so!  And now
you know everything!  So, are we still friends?  Will you be my
friend?  Would you like a date with Craig?  He's very nice, you saw
that for yourself!"

I looked up at her.  I couldn't make myself move.  She leaned over
and kissed me on my cheek, like a girlfriend, and then on my lips,
like a lover.  "You're so very sweet," she said softly.  "But I've
given you so much to think about.  I'll come back later and help
you get dressed.  You're a woman now, just like me, and I want us
to go out and celebrate it.  No looking back!  Just a quiet dinner
at Armand's tonight, because that's where we first met, in a way. 
That's where I got my first real look at my new girlfriend and my
new sweetheart!  You can wear your new spaghetti strap cocktail
dress if you like.  You look darling in it!"  

She kissed me again on my lips, and remained there a moment,
nibbling affectionately.  Her mouth was so soft!  I could only
stare at her with wide open eyes.  

"But first I want to kiss you on your new breasts, so you'll know
exactly how I've felt, why I've wanted you to feel everything I've
been feeling."

She touched me on one of my newly distended nipples, and I felt an
excruciatingly glorious impulse surge through me!  She saw, and
smiled slyly, and then began to caress it lightly.  I closed my
eyes and my head lolled back.  Despite my mixed emotions, it was
marvelous!  Incredible!  Still caressing me, she reached into my
lacy bodice and lifted my other heavy, swollen, bottle shaped
breast, and seizing its massive nipple, she began to pump it gently
back and forth.  A milky syrup suffused the wrinkled tip, and then
began to squirt in small jets into her hand.  She fed it to me from
her palm.  Ambrosial!  My groin gathered itself up tight, joyously,
and then began to spasm!  I was scumming!  Scumming!  Oh, bliss!  Yet
I spurted no fluid, and my prick still lay limp between my legs --
it had all been inside me!  And I realized that there was no
let-down!  I was still as aroused as ever, even more impassioned,
and again questing a climax!   A new orgasm began to gather. 
Hayley fed me another palmful of my breast juice, and I lapped it
eagerly!  

Then she bent down, and her warm, moist mouth finally covered my
tit nipple, and she began to suck!  And swallow.  And suck.  My
soft, splendid, blessed breast slid in and out of her mouth!  My
Hayley was giving me the oral sex I'd always craved, and I loved
it!  I loved her!  The last of my resentments vanished, and I
hugged her, I couldn't help it, and another orgasm gathered and
began to climb even higher still!  And then it too crested!  Oh,
God!  Oh, God! 

Suddenly she stopped, lifted her face off me, disengaged from my
arms, and stood up.  "My sweetie," she said very quietly.  "You
see?  I just had to show you what I've given you!  Because I love
you so much!  Now you know.  Now you understand, don't you!"  

"Your dresser over there is loaded with lingerie, all sorts of
goodies.  And your closet is loaded with dresses and skirts and
blouses and jackets and everything to delight my new girl's heart! 
I've been having such a good time shopping!  Those men's things you
once kept there are gone, they don't fit you any more and they
don't suit you anyhow!  I've been buying things for you for months
now, ever since Meg and Patti and Dora and I first began to compare
notes about how wonderful our new breasts were, and first began
giggling about how much more wonderful it would be if all of us had
breasts like ours, you and Mark too.  Mark made such a fuss when
Meg proposed it to him that she had to sedate him, so he's not one
of us.  He has his other uses.  And you were so mean for so long,
refusing to let Dr. Portland give you yours!  But now you've got
them, now we all have them!  All of us girls!"  

She walked to the door and paused, turning back to look at me
again.  "Oh yes, baby, remember your tampon.  You need to get so
used to the feel of something in there that you crave it when it's
not there."  She blew me a kiss and left, leaving the door a bit
ajar.

After a while I stood up and straightened my gown.  It did flow
beautifully as I moved.  I very carefully walked over to my
dresser, and opened the top drawer.  Bras, of course, and panties. 
A delicate flowery aroma ascended to my nostrils from what I saw
was a perfumed satin sachet atop neat piles of them, a pastel
garden with a few bold shades scattered here and there.  

I picked up the topmost bra.  It was made of lustrous blue satin
with sheer lace stretch cups -- it would fit me.  Its label told me
its name, "Enchantress."  It looked very sexy, demure but with a
sassy low dip to expose the cleft between my two brimful boobs. 
Its cups had a sheen and a luxurious delicacy I'd always found
exciting in a bra, especially when Hayley's breasts were in them,
barely contained by them.  And now, I had one too.  For my breasts. 
Pretty and sexy.  

Skimming the stacks of dainty silk and nylon with my fingertips, I
began searching for matching panties.   

end 8/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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