Trick or Treat?

by Enigma

Part 1

 

Thursday, August 27

"Come on, Sandy. Not all men are alike, and certainly not all of them are like that slime ball ex-husband of yours!" Amy said.

Amy and Sandy were lingering over their weekly lunch, for once neither of them needing to rush back to their medical practices.

"Well, I haven't met one yet I would trust as far as I could throw him." Her friend replied.

"Oh, yes you have! Remember my James? He is a truly considerate man, and totally devoted to me!" Amy responded.

"OK, maybe." Sandy said. "The jury is still out on him. After all, I've only known him, what, 2 years?"

"Two and a half now! And in all that time, has he ever treated me with anything less that honest respect and love? Or you, even, in spite of the less than friendly treatment you give him whenever we're all together?"

With a sigh, Sandy said, "Maybe you're right. But then, James isn't really a man anyway!"

"Sandy, how dare you!"

"Wait, Amy. Let me rephrase that!" she backpedaled, "I'm sorry! It's just that since he is almost exactly your height, weighs not much more than you, and his temperament is so mellow for a man, I sometimes think of him more like a woman than a man. And you should know that from me, of all people, that that is high praise for a male!"

"Well, OK." Amy sulked. "That seemed like an awfully mean thing to say. To me, James is more man than any of the muscle-bound jocks out there, even if he is only 5' 8" and 145 lbs. And he is certainly more secure in his masculinity than those macho jerks that have to keep showing off to all the girls!"

"Maybe, but that would be an awfully tough thing to prove. So I'll just reserve judgment for now, if you don't mind."

"After all the years we've been friends you can't trust me on this? After all, I do know him a lot better than you do. I so want you two to be friends instead of the cold malice you show to him every time we get together. I wish there was some way I could prove it to you!" Amy said, thinking it would be nice if she could do things with her best friend and husband together.

"Hmm. Maybe there is a way…"

Amy perked up at that. "What? How?"

"Give me a sec. Let me think about this a little." Sandy paused, thinking of the possibilities. "Yes, that could work!"

"What could work?" Amy asked.

"Well… Naw, you'd never go for it. And even if you could, there's no way any man would do it. They're all too wrapped up in their masculinity and their superiority over women!"

"Not James!" growled Amy. "What do you mean I would never go for it? I would love a way to get you over your prejudice so I could spend time with the two people I love most in the world! Besides, I already told you, James isn't like that!"

"OK, OK! You said James was secure in his masculinity. Well, if we could set a test to prove it to me, and he comes through it without showing me any of the signs of testosterone poisoning that make men such jerks, maybe I could come to accept James as a friend."

Amy felt a thrill of excitement! "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, Halloween is coming up in 2 months, you know." Amy nodded. "And our doctors group is having the big costume party that night?" Again Amy nodded. "Well, if James would give up his masculinity for that night, and 'take it like a man', then maybe I could believe you, despite all my prior personal experience with men."

Amy thought for a second. "It shouldn't be too hard to talk him into that. I mean, lots of men wear female costumes on Halloween. I think James would go for that. We might even have some fun with it!" Amy said, grinning.

Sandy held up her hand. "Hold on, hold on! As you say, lots of men do the simple costume thing. That wouldn't be much of a test. I said give up his masculinity for the night."

Amy got a puzzled look on her face. "What do you mean, then?"

"Well, you know how similar you and James are in size, only you have curves and padding while he has straight lines and bones? And his hair is light while yours is dark? You even have almost identical skin tones, and very similar facial features, with yours being more feminine. And you have green eyes to his blue."

"Yes. What's your point?"

"What I propose is that we make James over into your twin for the night, and dress you both in identical costumes – like, for instance, Jeannie from "I Dream of Jeannie'. Right down to identical skimpy tops and transparent pantaloons."

Amy frowned. "OK, but it still seems like just a costume and make-up thing. What am I missing?"

Sandy grinned. "You still aren't getting my point. I mean that even if you were stripped naked out of that sexy little genie costume, and all make-up removed, people still couldn't tell you apart. Not in body, not in voice, not in behavior. Nada. Nothing. Zip!"

"What! That's impossible! I mean even if the rest were possible, James still has something between his legs that is very important to both of us. And I don't! Besides, what you are talking about is non-reversible. No! No way!"

"OK, I'll grant you that one difference. Identical except for the difference in genitals between your legs, OK?" Sandy said with a smirk. "And I am not talking about anything that is permanent. Everything would be a part of James for the party, but would be reversible afterward."

"But you're talking about surgery! No, absolutely not! James wouldn't go for it, and I wouldn't allow it!"

"Amy, give me some credit here! I am the best plastic surgeon in the Southwest, and what I am talking about are some very minor procedures, all completely reversible! And I would do them, and undo them after the party for nothing. And I swear to you, if James were to do this, and attend the party, with no macho posturing or complaints, I will accept him as a friend as dear to my heart as you are." Sandy paused for a moment, while Amy tried to clear her head. "But you're right. I don't believe there is any way that James would go for it. His macho pride, though well hidden so far, would never permit it."

Amy was torn. What Sandy was proposing was terrible, but the possible outcome – that Sandy and James could become friends – was too much to dismiss out-of-hand.

Sandy wracked her brain for something to tip the balance. She could tell that Amy was considering it, as outlandish as it was. Finally she said, "Tell you what, let's leave it up to James. You propose it to him in the form of a bet and let him decide. If he won't go through with it, or backs out before attending the party, you guys send me on that Caribbean cruise I've been wanting to take. If he succeeds, and passes as your double at the party, you get what you want most – I will be James' best friend for life. But…" Sandy paused here to make sure she had Amy's full attention. "You have to promise me that you will do your absolute best to sell James, or we just forget it. You have to suspend your own judgment on this test, and become its greatest proponent in selling it to James. But it is his decision."

"But… but.." Amy stuttered.

Sandy cut in, "Good, that's settled. I think I am going to enjoy my cruise! Just be sure you give him accurate but positive information about the reversibility of the cosmetic tweaks and hormones, so he can make a reasoned decision – but if you want he and I to be friends, you have to do a good job of selling this, otherwise it ain't never gonna happen!"

Amy's head was whirling. "Hormones?" Had she really agreed to this?

Sandy responded with certainty, "Of course. There is no way he could be feminine looking enough to be your double without the skin and feature softening and fat redistribution effects of female hormones. Besides, you, with your medical experience treating transgendered women should know that within the timeframe we are talking for the party, all the effects from the hormones will be reversible, if they are not carried on beyond the party."

Amy was still wondering how she got herself into this, and tried to put on the breaks before this runaway train reached the end of the tracks. "Hold on…"

Sandy cut in again, "You're right. There are some details we have to work out. And to sweeten the pot, I will assume up front that James is going to succeed, and from this day forward, until such time as he should back out, I will accord him the same friendship, respect, and caring as I show you. Deal?"

Amy was still doubtful, "That sounds great. That is one of my fondest hopes, but…"

"Now," asked Sandy, "if we assume for the moment that James will accept this challenge, do you want to handle his hormone therapy, or should I? We both have quite a bit of experience with it, but I have a new form of estrogen implant that has been a very low impact treatment for transsexuals, but has shown fantastic results."

"I don't know," Amy was still trying to stall. "I think I would rather handle it with the tried and true pill form. Besides, I would like to oversee that part of the treatment. As you know, I have the most to lose! Well, after James that is."

Sandy was glad to see Amy's humor returning, even if it was pretty weak. It meant Sandy was going to get her way. "OK, let's see, tomorrow is Friday. Hmm. I think I have the afternoon free, why don't you have James come see me about 12:30, and we can talk this over, whether he has accepted the challenge or not. For one thing, I would like to start building a friendly trust between us. For another, the sooner we get started, the better prepared he will be for Halloween."

"Tomorrow!" Amy gasped. "I had no idea we would start so quick. Besides, I don't know if I can sell him on this by tomorrow!"

Sandy noted the implied assumption that Amy *would* sell James on the challenge, and mentally grinned like the Cheshire cat. "But Amy, you should know that we need all the time we can get to show results from the hormones. And for the implants to heal. And for James to start developing *your* feminine behavior. After all, in two months and a couple days, he has to *be* you. Or I will be enjoying my Caribbean cruise, and you can kiss any hope of James and I being friends goodbye. Oh, and as far as selling him the idea, sex works great with guys!"

"OK, I'll try," Amy said a little sadly.

"Don't try. Do. Remember, you promised you would sell him on this idea. Plus you have so much to gain and nothing to lose. Oh, look at the time. I have to run. Remember, have James in my office at 12:30 tomorrow."

"But, Sandy, I can't come then, I have patients…"

"That's good. If this is going to work, I have to learn to trust James, and I have to gain his trust as well. And that is best done without you, at least to start. I promise, I well treat him as a good friend. Gotta run. Bye."

"OK, bye." Amy continued to sit in a daze, until she shook herself and realized she had patients to see, too. As she walked back to her office she started working herself up to sell this to James tonight. She still had her reservations, and she did feel Sandy had kind of steamrolled her into it, but she had agreed. Hadn't she? And she had so much to gain, if only James and Sandy could be good friends.

*****

Meanwhile, I sat blissfully unaware of all this discussion that was about to change my life. I was hard at work in the home office of the dream house that Amy's success as a doctor and my success as a computer consultant had allowed us to buy last year. I was very fortunate that my job not only paid well, but allowed me to work from home much of the time. We were also fortunate that our combined incomes allowed us to live very comfortably, and to have built up a good savings reserve. Even though we could afford it, our lifestyle was not extravagant. We had a nice house, but it was no mansion. Our cars were less than a year old, and high quality, but not flashy. And we had many of the toys and amenities we wanted, but did not go overboard.

I made good progress the rest of the afternoon, and knocked off about 6 pm, knowing Amy would be along shortly. I put some steaks on the grill for dinner, stuck some bread in the oven to heat, and was working on a salad when Amy came in.

"Hi, honey. How was your day?" she said.

"Great!" I answered. "I almost have that latest project ready to pass on to the testers."

"That's fantastic, James. That puts you several weeks ahead of schedule, doesn't it?"

"Yup, and I am really ready for a short break before I plow into the next phase. And how was your day?"

"Mostly fine."

"Mostly?" James asked.

"Yes, everything at the office went smoothly, but something really strange came up at lunch that I need to talk to you about. Can we put dinner on hold for a while, and get a little cozy while I talk something out with you?"

"Well, the steaks are about ready, and so is everything else…"

"Please, James. This is important, and we can reheat things later… Please?" as she started unbuttoning my shirt and rubbing her hand over my chest.

"OK, OK, just let me pull the steaks off the grill and the bread out of the oven."

"Hurry" was all she said as she started shedding clothes and walking toward our bedroom.

By the time I salvaged the food and got to our room, Amy was naked on the bed, holding her arms out to me. It only took me a few seconds to strip and join her on the bed.

"Wow, what is this all about?" I groaned, as she slid down and took my rapidly stiffening member in her mouth.

After a few minutes of pure bliss for me, she pulled her mouth off my member before I could explode, but continued to gently stroke me. It was all I could do to not beg her for more.

"Jamie, honey, can you do me a really big favor?" The "Jamie" didn't penetrate my fogged brain, or it would have set off warning bells. Amy doesn't call me that, as she thinks it is too feminine, and thinks of me as manlier than that.

"Anything" I gasped, "just don't stop what you are doing!"

"I made a bet today, and I really need you to do something for me so we can win it."

"Bet? Oh, don't stop sweetheart!" My pleasure grew as she continued to stroke.

"Yes, honey. I can win something I really, really want if you help me. If I lose, we have to pay for a Caribbean cruise. I don't care about that, but I really, really want what we could win!" At this point she stopped stroking to look up at me peeking around my throbbing pole.

"Noooo, don't stop. If it is that important to you, darling, I will help. I will do anything you ask, just please don't stop!" I cried frantically.

"OK, just remember that promise!" she said as she sucked me back into her hot moist corner of heaven. She started moving with a purposeful rhythm, and soon had me gasping and whimpering, and it wasn't long before I flew into space, and started pumping my juice into her waiting mouth. She continued to suck and lick gently as I started coming down from orbit.

Eventually I could think again, and my breathing slowed enough that I could talk. "OK, I promised. Want to tell me what I got myself into?"

Amy didn't answer right away, but slowly worked my member until the softening became a hardening, and I was working up another head of steam. At this point, she let me slip from her mouth, and I whimpered again. But she had crawled up my body and was fitting my nearly erect pole into the steaming and overly wet slot between her legs.

"Oh, god, that feels wonderful" I moaned.

"The bet has to do with our costumes for the Halloween party."

"Mmmmmm. That doesn't sound so bad. Oh, you are so hot!"

"Well, lover, it is a bit more than that." All the while Amy is sliding very slowly up and down, teasing me to full hardness. "We need to go in identical costumes, you and I."

"OK, we should be able to manage that." It was getting hard to think again, but oh, it felt sooooo good.

"There is more yet, honey. The costume is the Jeannie costume from 'I Dream of Jeannie'".

"What!" I raised my head and shoulders using my elbows so I could look my wife in the face. Amy increased the pace, and I slowly sank back onto the bed, and moaned again. "But, Amy, I am not a girl!"

"Shh, I know, lover. But that is why there is a bet for the stakes I mentioned. Unngh. Oh. Ahhhhh." Amy stifled a scream, and shuddered atop me as she came, and stopped moving while her breathing calmed.

I was so close. I moved my hands to her hips and started moving her, trying to restart the rhythm. "Well, I'm not sure about that, Amy. I don't know if I could look like a girl. And I don't want to be laughed at."

Amy was now rotating her hips, bringing me back to the brink. She remained silent for a while, watching my face, listening to my breathing becoming more labored. Just as I was about to spill over the edge, she stopped again.

"Nooooo! Don't stop! Honey, I am so close!"

"Jamie, listen to me. Honey, focus, cause this is important. You will not be laughed at. No one will know you are not a girl, because you will be my body double. Identical in every detail. You will be a girl!"

"Amy!" My erection wilted almost instantly. "What are you saying! How could you even think that!"

"Shh, my love. That is, a girl except for the bits between your legs." Amy started grinding her mound into my crotch, swiveling her hips, and making sure that even limp that I did not slip out of her. "It is OK, lover. I would never do anything to harm you or our lives together. Shh." Slowly I relaxed again, and the motion began to have its effect on my state of arousal. I gradually grew again, and once more filled Amy's tight slit. "We won't do anything that cannot be undone, my love. After the party, you will be able to be again as you are now."

Now I was really confused, and my returning arousal was doing nothing to help me think this through. What is it that Amy wanted of me? Could I do it? Should I do it? Amy started to pick up the pace, and my befuddled thoughts became even less coherent. I was once again poised on the brink, and I could tell that Amy was as well. In spite of all the shocks Amy had thrown at me this evening, her teasing, stopping, and starting had taken me higher that any time I could remember, and I could tell that Amy was about to shatter with a tremendous orgasm as well.

"Please, my love. My wonderful, wonderful husband." And she stopped.

"Nooo. Amy, you can't do this, don't stop!"

Amy remained motionless. "Please, my darling Jamie. Do this for me. Do this for us!"

I couldn't take it any more, and wailed "Yes, love. Anything!" She started moving again, and I repeated "Anything" with a sigh. And the fireworks went off in my head, and I could feel Amy explode at the same time. Then it was a while before I could think of anything.

After we rested, Amy slumped on top of me, and our breathing gradually returned to normal, Amy's first words were "That was amazing! I am not sure I have ever gone that high before!"

I had to agree, but as my brain cleared, I had an uneasy feeling that I had committed to something I should not have. But I sighed and agreed. "Yes, that was amazing."

We cuddled for a while more, then Amy crawled off me and staggered to the bathroom. I managed to rise from the bed, and followed her. As I was entering the bathroom, she was just donning a diaphanous white rode that did nothing to hide her perfect body, and I once again felt a twitch in my manhood. But Amy smiled at me and slipped past, out the bathroom door, saying "I'll start reheating dinner. When you get there, we'll talk."

I washed up and slipped into a pair of shorts, and arrived in the kitchen a few minutes after her. She said, "I know it's a sin to nuke these beautiful steaks, but they are all grilled, and all we need is for them to be warmed through."

I chuckled, and said "That's OK. I don't think I am going to eat much anyway."

Amy put a mock pout on her beautiful lips, and we finished getting the meal on the table.

Once we sat, Amy took a bite of the steak, and chewed slowly, looking lost in thought. I just sat there watching, thinking how much I love this woman.

Several minutes after she finished that one bite, she seemed to reach a decision, set her silverware aside, and looked intently in my eyes. I could already tell this was going to be serious. "James, I fear I owe you an apology. I have done a terrible thing. Well, maybe a couple terrible things. The worst is that I used sex to force you into agreeing to something that I wanted. Something too serious to manipulate you like that."

I started to open my mouth, but she stopped me with her eyes, and continued. "First of all, I am releasing you from the two promises I maneuvered you into making."

"Wait, love," I said. "Let's talk this over before we start assigning or accepting blame. Yes, you had me at a disadvantage while we made our earlier agreements, but I need to understand what I agreed to, and why, before I can back out of a promise I made to the woman I love."

Amy blushed very red, and started to say something, but I hurried on.

"I have so many questions about all this that I don't know where to start." I paused a moment, waving Amy off as she started again to say something. "OK, let's start with why it was so important to you that you resorted to feminine wiles to get my promise."

Amy looked a bit guilty, and said, "I told you, I made a bet, and I want to win!"

I had to think a moment before it came back to me. "Oh, yes. You mentioned that if we lost, we paid for someone to take a Caribbean cruise, but you never said what we would win. Just based on the magnitude of the one prize, I can tell this is a doozie of a bet. Just what is it that you would win that is so important to you?"

"Friendship between my two best friends," was her puzzling reply. That stopped me for a while.

"Care to explain that?"

Now Amy looked close to tears, which only increased my confusion. She took a deep breath and said, "It tears me up inside that my two best friends in this world, my wonderful husband and my best girlfriend, cannot be friends enough that we can all do things together." She held up her hand. "I know, you make every effort, and Sandy just keeps throwing that effort back in your face, and the result is any get-together leaves us all unhappy. Sandy and I talked about it today, and what we finally arrived at was a test, of sorts. It ended up, somehow, in the form of a bet. But the basis of the test was that if you were secure enough in your manhood to give it up for the Halloween party, without resorting to macho intimidation or manipulation, then Sandy would put aside her prejudice against men, only in your case, and make her best effort to be your friend. That is a wish so dear to my heart that I agreed to the bet, against my better judgment."

That gave me a lot to think about. I could see how important this was to Amy, but there were still a lot of unknowns. So it was time for the next question.

"OK, define 'give up my manhood'."

Amy blushed again, and looked down at her hands folded on the table, almost in a prayer position. Eventually she looked up and said "You and I are nearly identical height and weight, with similar hair and facial features. You would have to consent to being manipulated physically to the point that our bodies were as near identical as it is possible to do. The sole exception would be the difference in primary genitalia. Modifications would further be limited such that anything would be fully reversible, or of such minor consequence that the change would be acceptable to you/us."

A frown started forming as I digested that. "But that means… what, breast implants? And…" I stalled out at this point.

So Amy timidly took up the catalog. "Breast implants, liposuction to narrow the waist and pad the hips and fanny, pierced ears, collagen lip treatment, short term estrogen therapy, temporary hair removal, colored contacts, hair trim and coloring. Although I think we will both have to cut and color our hair to fit the costume image."

My mind froze at that one word, "Estrogen? But isn't that dangerous, and doesn't that change your body and emotional and mental outlook?" That one really scared me.

Amy tried her best to put me at ease. "Not necessarily. Both Sandy and I have considerable experience treating transsexual patients with estrogen therapy, and we both understand the effects very well. What you say is true, but for short term, as in the two months before the party, the main effects would be some expansion of the areoles and nipples as well as increased sensitivity, some redistribution of the fat in certain areas like hips, waist, butt, and thighs, softening and smoothing of the skin, softening of some of the sharper features of the face, minor shift of emotions. But nearly all of that will reverse within a few months of cessation of the therapy."

"Nearly?"

Amy blushed again. "Well, the more sensitive and expanded areoles and nipples would remain. But I think we could both enjoy that!"

"Oh." And I thought some more. "I guess one more obvious question is cost? This all seems excessive for a Halloween party."

Amy responded slowly, "Certainly there will be some cost, costumes, salon treatments, etc. But what would have been by far the major cost, the cosmetic procedures, Sandy has agreed to do for nothing."

"Sandy? I am not sure about that. I mean, I know her reputation as a plastic surgeon is great, but with her attitude toward me, and men in general, I am not sure I could feel comfortable with that."

"Sandy has many male patients, and treats them professionally. And she has assured me that if you undertake this, she will suspend her male prejudice immediately, and treat you as much as a friend as she treats me. However, she also assured me that if you backed out of this, or did not try in the first place, that she could virtually guarantee that she would never consider you a friend." At this point, tears started trickling down Amy's cheek, and she struggled to regain her composure. "This is why I was so desperate as to connive to get your promise. James, this is my last chance to grab for this particular happiness." She looked away, and I could tell that she was hurting inside. She was so afraid of losing this dream.

I had run out of things to say, and I could not see any way out that would not hurt the person I loved more than life itself.

We put the virtually untouched food away, went to bed and snuggled together. I did not sleep much that night.

Friday, August 28

Next morning, I still had not made up my mind. Amy could feel that, and was in a somber mood as she got ready for work. A few times she started to say something, but apparently decided that there was nothing to add, and that it had to be my decision. Finally, just before she left, she said, "I know you are still undecided, but would you please go by Sandy's office at 12:30 today. She can give you a much better rundown on what would need to be done, and maybe then you can make a decision."

I agreed, then kissed her like it was my last chance as she went out the door.

I got quickly to work as I wanted to finish this phase of my project before things might get any crazier. I finished before 11:00, and got ready to visit Sandy. Guess I would miss lunch today.

*****

Midmorning, Sandy called Amy at her office to ask how it went. Amy told her that James was considering it, had not made up his mind yet, but would be there for his appointment. Then Sandy asked Amy to stop by her office at 11:30.

"Why?" asked Amy.

"I need to take a series of digital images of your face and body so I can talk intelligently with James about how we would achieve your look on him."

"Oh, OK. See you then."

"Another thing, you are about a C cup, aren't you? I'll need to know that to talk with James about the implant procedure as well."

*****

I arrived at Sandy's office a little early to find the waiting room deserted, which surprised me. In no time at all, I was shown to Sandy's office, and Sandy walked in a few minutes later.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said with the most genuine smile I can ever remember her directing at me. That was a good sign!

"No problem! I just got here, and it isn't even 12:30 yet!"

"Well, lets get straight to the point, OK? I know from Amy that you haven't made up your mind yet. I am not here to sell you on this, I want to provide you with information so you can make the best decision for you and Amy. I know that this challenge is more than a little unorthodox, but you have to understand my background.

First let me say, I love Amy like a sister. I know it tears her up inside that I have not been able to tolerate you, and I would love to find a solution to ease her pain.

So! I have been hurt by every man that has been part of my life, from my father, to the first boy I made love to, to my husband. I have over 25 years of building up hatred for men, and while my mind can say that not all men are like that, my heart and my gut cannot be made to believe. I know Amy loves you dearly, and trusts you implicitly. But I felt the same about my husband to begin with. That was before he ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped it on the floor. That is the reason this challenge evolved out of the conversation Amy and I had over lunch yesterday."

"My thought process on this is that if you can effectively forfeit your manhood for a short period, and not go all macho or grumbly during that time, then I feel that I can probably accept in my heart what Amy is telling me about you and your difference from the men I have known and loathe. That would open the door to the friendship between us that Amy so dearly wants."

I had sat quietly, watching the play of emotions across Sandy's face, trying to absorb what she said, trying to imagine how I would feel in her place. While I could see her point of view, I was still no more comfortable with what I was being asked to do.

Sandy shifted gears, "First I would like to take a series of pictures of your face and body to refer to as we talk about what we will do. I did the same thing with Amy earlier."

I agreed, and Sandy snapped about forty pictures of my various body parts. Fortunately her professional attitude prevented most of the embarrassment on my part.

"Now let's talk about what you can expect. You and Amy went through a list of possible changes. As we talk, I will toss out a few more that you might consider. Remember, pretty much everything I suggest will be reversible after the party, if you so choose. Let's take the biggies first: breast implants and hormones. I think Amy gave you a fairly good rundown on the hormone part – about the only lasting changes, given the term, would be the increased sensitivity and size of the areoles and nipples. Everything else, fat distribution, skin texture, mood and thought pattern changes, would shift back in one to several months after treatment ceases."

"In addition to estrogens, you might consider an anti-androgen. These inhibit the action of testosterone, greatly increasing the effectiveness of the estrogen. These must be used with caution. If used for more than 3 months, in the dose we would use, they can cause the testes to shut down and atrophy. That would be a non-reversible result, but should not be an issue, since use will cease in two months."

"About administration of the hormones, we have several options, with varying effectiveness, convenience, and speed of results. Sometimes several are used together, particularly pills with one of the other forms. Pills are most common, and slowest, when used alone. If we use pills, either alone or with another method, Amy will handle that.

Estrogen can be administered by shots. This is more effective than the pills alone, and must be repeated weekly.

Finally, there are time-release implants. These, especially a recent form I have available, are the fastest acting, most effective, and easiest, as they only have to be readministered every 30, 60, or 90 days, depending on the particular implant. Probably the best result for you would be a 30 day implant with pills to supplement the dose. With the right dosage of each, you should achieve good results in the 2 months before the party."

"Breast implants are an outpatient therapy these days. Removal is not quite as simple, causing more bruising and recovery time, but is easily achievable. For the implantation, bruising should go away within a week or slightly more. In your case, soreness might last a little longer as you have less excess skin over the breast, so more stretching will need to occur. Your wife is a C cup," at this point she referred to several pictures of Amy's and my chests to illustrate her points, "so that is what we would do with you. That is an easily achievable goal given your size. Any questions so far?"

Yup, a million, but I couldn't frame a single one to ask it, so I just shook my head.

"OK, next let's talk about liposuction. We use a little vacuum cleaner to pull out the extra fat from your body. We can then, if we choose, return that fat to a new location to improve your feminine shape. Since we use your own tissue, there is very little chance of complications like tissue rejection. In your case, since you are so trim anyway, the major removal site would be your waist, and anything we could get would be shifted to your hips and buttocks. Obviously, we are trying for a more hourglass shape here. There is some bruising and soreness that accompanies liposuction, but its duration is less than for the breast implants." Again she referred to pictures of Amy's and my waists, hips, and fannys.

"I said I would toss in a few more ideas for you to consider beyond what you and Amy discussed. Amy has a really trim waist, and it will be very difficult to match that with just liposuction. So there is another procedure we use in these circumstances: removal of the lower rib from the ribcage." I jerked my head up at this, but Sandy calmly continued, "Obviously, that is permanent, but it is not something that you would even be likely to notice after you return to your masculine physique. I just tossed that out in case you wanted to achieve the best possible imitation of Amy's body, as it will make your ribcage much more similar to hers. That is another procedure we could take care of for you here."

"Next: collagen for the lips. Most women have fuller lips than men, and that is indeed the case for you and Amy." She showed me close-ups of Amy's lips to compare to the snapshots of me. "To match you to Amy, we would inject collagen at several places in your lips. There is minor discomfort associated with this that would go away in a day or so, and the treatment lasts for about 6 months, gradually disappearing naturally."

Sandy pulled up more pictures of my face and the same images of Amy's face. "As you know, there are infinite variations of facial features that make individuals recognizable. In this case, as you can see from the pictures, your face is remarkably similar to Amy's, but is still easily recognizable. Here I would suggest another enhancement that you and Amy did not discuss. By inserting small implants at these locations," she showed me on the pictures, "we can significantly enhance the similarity. With these changes, seen side by side, you could tell the faces are slightly different, but you would be hard pressed to identify any specific differences, or which person was which. Seen separately, most people would not be able to tell if they were the same person or not, or tell which was which."

After a pause she continued, "Another tweak would be to shave your Adams apple. While you do not have a prominent one, it is very noticeable compared to Amy's throat. Obviously, this is another non-reversible change, but it is not something you are likely to miss. Along with that, you might consider another change that is fully reversible. By tightening your vocal cords, we could raise the pitch of your voice to closely match Amy's. You might be able to achieve the same thing with practice and/or training, but this would be much easier for you, and probably more effective."

Sandy stopped talking, and seemed deep in thought for several minutes. I waited patiently until she collected her thoughts. I doubted I could collect my whirling thoughts at this point.

"You may wonder at the extent I am suggesting you go to duplicate your wife. I have wondered about that myself. There are three points I would like to make: first, they are all minor and mostly reversible procedures. Second, by making you look more like the woman I know and love, I feel it will be easier for me to accept and love you as a friend. Even after you return to normal, I will carry this image of you forever. And finally, while I know I have put forward some very strange ideas about how I can learn to be your friend, I would hope that you and Amy can not just survive this test, but can make it a fun and exciting experience. I think any reasonable lengths we can go to in order to play on the duplication of appearance can increase your enjoyment. Think of the tricks you can play on other attendees at the party!"

Another short pause, then "I think that pretty much covers the procedures and treatments that I would be helping with. I think you have a pretty good handle on the hair, ears, and contacts. Just a word about hair removal, since most men know little about it other than shaving their faces." Sandy peered closely at my arms, and the snapshots of my legs and chest. "Certainly, one way to handle it is to shave. That can be a pain. Another method for everything below the neck is depilatory, like Nair. This can be very effective, and lasts longer than shaving. I'll propose something else here: we have a laser hair removal technician in-house. If there was any hair (beard for instance) that you would not mind losing forever, we can do that too. For the disguise, a significant advantage is in the softness and smoothness of the skin, not to mention avoiding the possibility of nicks and cuts. Plus, it would relieve you from ever having to shave."

"That about covers it. Now, what questions can I answer for you?"

My brain was on information overload. I could not formulate any questions that I thought would be pertinent. I reflected on the open and friendly way Sandy had dealt with me this afternoon, and the effort it must be costing her to do so. Finally I asked "What do you think I should do?"

"I'm surprised you ask me, of all people, that question. But I have to say, I cannot answer it for you." She paused before continuing, "I will say two things: first, I hope you do, but you should not let that significantly affect your decision, as ultimately you have to decide for your sake. Or yours and Amy's."

"My other comment is that this should be what you and Amy both want. But I fear involving her too much in the decision will be stressful. She wants our friendship so much that it might influence her to push you to do it. Or, it may cause her to counsel you not to do it for fear that she is pushing you into it. For that reason, I think you should make the decision yourself, based on what you believe is best for you and Amy both."

That was a lot to ponder. I would need time to think on this one! So I asked "OK, if, and I say if, I decide to go ahead, when do we do this?"

"Well, my schedule, and the in-house operating theater are available this afternoon, and ideally, we would get started today. You have to remember it takes a while to heal, but even more, it will take time for you to handle the changes, and adopt the feminine mannerisms that go with your new body."

"Today! Wow, that had not occurred to me. Can you give me a while alone to think on this?"

"Sure, but if you need any more than about a half hour, it will be too late today and we will have to schedule it next week, if we can find an opening."

*****

All my fears and the facts I had received chased in circles in my head. Finally, I tried to call Amy just to hear her voice, hoping that would help lead me to the correct path. Unfortunately, Amy was tied up and would not be available for a while yet. So again I pondered, and watched the minute hand crawl around the clock, slowly eating the time I had left. Finally, I thought of Amy, and her love for me, and my love for her, and her love for Sandy, and the pain Sandy's refusal of me was causing my loving wife, and the answer became clear. How could I consider the minor discomfort this would cause my male ego when I could plainly see the cost to my lifemate?

About then, Sandy stuck her head in to see how I was doing, offering to bring a coffee or soft drink if I needed it. I asked her to come in and sit down, told her of my decision, and we started shopping the list of enhancements. Ultimately, because I was doing it for Amy, and unwilling to consider the cost to myself, I basically gave Sandy carte blanche, telling her to do her best for Amy, for me, and for herself. We chose the facial implants, shaved Adams apple, raised voice, removal of the "extra" rib and my facial hair, and use of an implant to administer the high-performance estrogen formula and the anti-androgen. The look of satisfaction on her face went a long way toward making up for what I was putting myself through.

Sandy left to prepare, and sent in a nurse with a pile of consent forms I needed to sign. After those were handled, I begged a minute to call Amy to tell her of my decision and impending surgery. The best I could do was to leave her a voice message with my decision, my love, and the fact that I would be in need of a ride home tonight.

The nurse gave me a hospital gown, and when I had changed, put my clothes in a sack to be stored till later. I was then taken to the operating theater where Sandy's well-trained staff was just about ready for me.

They administered the anesthetic, and the next thing I was aware of was waking with a parched throat and my beautiful wife's face looking down at me with tears in her eyes, sobbing "What have I done to you, my poor darling?"

Unable to even croak a word, I smacked my lips to get the point across that I needed a drink. Amy quickly understood, and helped me. Then she said, "Don't try to speak yet, darling. It will be tomorrow before you should talk to let your throat heal." I was becoming more aware as time passed. More aware that there was little from my forehead to my thighs that did not ache, and most of that was covered in bandages. I did my best to get across to Amy that she should not beat herself up over what we were doing, but she would not or could not understand my feeble attempt at communication.

As my wits returned, I became aware of a mountain on my aching chest. At least, that's what it felt and looked like. Amy saw the direction of my frightened gaze and quickly reassured me, "Those only look huge right now because of the swelling, bandages, and surgical bra." That eased my anxiety a bit, but not completely.

Not for the first time I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

Sandy came in, and when she saw I was awake, she smiled broadly and told me everything went very well. In a few days when we could take all the bandages off we should be more than pleased with the results. I would reserve my judgment on that, and from Amy's expression, I figured she felt the same. From the way Amy stiffened when Sandy entered, I decided some words were exchanged when Amy learned of my so-quick surgery, or maybe the extent of it as well. I hoped my choices had not put a strain on their relationship. After all, the whole point of this exercise was the let Amy and Sandy get together more without the friction that has existed between Sandy and I.

After an hour, a nurse helped me get out of bed to see if I could move around. An hour later I was delivered to Amy's car in a wheelchair. My car would have to stay at the medical offices over the weekend.

At home, Amy helped me out of my ill-fitting clothes. She then tenderly sponged the areas of skin not hidden by bandages, then helped me into one of her softest nighties. My sleep was again restless due to the pain, the residual drugs, or my worries about my place in the world.

Saturday, August 29

I awoke the next morning with the late August sun streaming through the windows. I was still aching over much of my body, but it was less debilitating than last night. Amy was not in bed with me, but I could hear her moving around in the kitchen.

I gingerly arose from the bed, eased the nightie over my head, and then carefully moved myself in front of the mirrored doors of the walk-in closet. What stared back at me was a good imitation of a mummy that had been worked over by a street gang! Much of my face and body were covered in bandages, and most of what wasn't so covered was black and blue. But it was obvious that this mummy was female. I slipped my briefs down to the floor and stood naked before the mirror – that is excepting the bandages. I was much relieved to see my male package still firmly planted between my legs, because with the exception of that, there was no evidence of a male in the reflected image.

As I turned to view myself from different angles, I noticed Amy standing silently in the bedroom door watching me. When I had completed my inspection, she slowly flowed across the room and carefully enfolded me in her arms. As she clung to me I could feel the tears that leaked from her eyes and fell on my shoulder.

"Hey, now, sweetheart, everything is OK. Don't cry. It will be OK, baby. Shh." I whispered, trying to comfort my wonderful wife and assure her I was OK, and that we would get through this just fine. Now all I needed was for someone to get me through it. My sore throat kept my voice at a whisper as I continued, "This is what we talked about, right? This is what we decided we wanted. This is for both of us, and so we can be closer to Sandy. Don't cry. I love you so much!"

She sobbed, drew a deep breath, and tipped her head back so she could look at me. "But we never talked about anything this extreme! I'm scared, honey. I'm afraid of what is happening."

"It'll be OK, Amy. Yes, this is a bit more than we talked about, but it is still just several minor procedures, nearly all of which are reversible."

"Nearly?"

"Well, I knew the rib and shaving the adams apple was non-reversible, but that is no problem. The only other thing will be that when the effects of the hormones wear off and the implants are removed, my nipples will still be larger. Speaking of which, are you planning on giving me hormone pills?"

"That is what we talked about. Are you sure you want to go through with it?"

I tried to smile to reassure her, but I'm not sure how much showed through the bandages. "We agreed on it, so we might as well. Besides, I trust my doctor with my life!"

Amy searched my face for a moment, then silently left me. She quickly returned searching her purse, and came out with two pill bottles. "This one is one pill each morning and evening, and this smaller pill is just one in the evening. And this is very important! These are pills we use with transsexual patients. At this dose, the effects will be completely reversible after two months, but if continued longer, they can permanently change your body, attitudes, and impair sexual function." As I reached for the bottles, she pulled them back. "Are you really sure about this?"

I just quietly reached for the bottles, took out the morning pill, and swallowed it dry. "This is important for you, for us. It will be just fine. My doctor told me so and I have complete faith in her!"

After breakfast, Amy helped me back to bed, as I was still quite weak. She crawled in beside me and snuggled against my side, gingerly reaching to lightly run her fingers over the contours of my new breasts. My new breasts! How weird!

"Honey?" She murmured hesitantly.

"Hmmm."

"Are you really OK with this?"

I tilted my head so I could look in her eyes. "I am not sure that OK is exactly right, but this will be fine. And I want to do this for you. The strain our marriage has put on your relationship with Sandy has put a strain right back on our marriage. Even if you won't admit that. If this can relieve that strain, then I am willing… no… make that happy to do this."

She smiled weakly. "I love you so much!"

"Besides," I said, showing an evil little grin, "I have thought about what Sandy said in her office, and I think there is a potential for us to have some real fun with this!"

"Oh?"

"Yes! If we hide this from everyone else in your medical group, we can really play some mind games with them at the party! With the 'enhancements' Sandy sold me on, we should look more alike than identical twins. If we keep away from each other for at least the first part of the party, with my knowledge of the people you work with, I should be able to pass as you fairly easily. Think of the fun we can have!"

That perked her smile up a little more. "Oh, you are so wicked!"

I just chuckled, then said, "Of course, that means I will have to learn to imitate you as much as possible. Think you can teach me that in two months?"

She giggled. "Should be fun! How completely do you want to do this?"

"How about until your mom can't tell us apart?"

"Now, there's a thought. Maybe we could have a bit of fun there as well! Think you could learn that much about being me that quick?"

I carefully scratched the square millimeter of my chin that wasn't bandaged as I seemed to think about it. "Well, you have been my favorite topic of study these last 4 years. I think I can force myself to study you a bit more!"

"Hey!" She swatted me playfully on the arm. I just groaned in mock pain.

I spent most of that day recuperating in bed.

Sunday, August 30

Sunday, I spent a bit more time up and about. I needed to get myself moving, since I had to see Sandy the next morning to get the bandages off. We still just stayed in, though, and talked. My voice was better, and we decided the pitch was pretty close to what I needed to imitate Amy. So we spent some time Sunday with a tape recorder, with Amy coaching me to speak like her. By the end of the day, we both agreed I had a long way to go.

We packed a bag of Amy's clothes, some of her looser items, for me to dress in after Sandy finished with me tomorrow.

*****

Monday, August 31

After another night in Amy's nightgown, again troubled by doubt, I awoke very early Monday. I slipped from the bed so as not to wake Amy, and gave my few exposed inches of skin a sponge bath. By the time I was finished, Amy was up and needed the bathroom, so I slipped on one of her robes and went to fix coffee.

After a light breakfast (I still needed to lose a little around the middle to match my slender wife), and my morning pill (that was already becoming a habit), I pulled on one of Amy's sweat suits while she got ready for work. I quietly watched her apply her makeup and fix her hair, sadly thinking that I would be doing that soon myself.

We didn't talk much on the drive to the building that housed Amy's and Sandy's offices. Amy asked me to stop by her office when Sandy was done with me, but I demurred, saying with all the bruising I would be too uncomfortable to be seen. I told her I would just sneak out to my car and come home. With all the swelling and bruising, I wouldn't resemble the finished product yet anyway. She reluctantly agreed.

Amy gave me a careful but passionate kiss on the lips before we got out of the car and went our separate ways. I arrived at Sandy's office before it opened, but they were expecting me, and the nurse let me into the empty waiting room, and immediately took me back to an examining room. Sandy showed up a moment later.

I tried out my voice lessons from the day before, "Good morning, Sandy."

"Hey, that sounds pretty good! At least one procedure gave us the result we were looking for. Let's get these bandages off and see what is what."

With her nurse assisting, Sandy carefully started removing bandages from below my new grillwork. The liposuction had left some bruising, and a few marks that were not completely healed. Sandy assured me they would fade over the next week or two. Then she shifted her focus to my neck, then face. She inspected her work carefully, but did not let me see yet.

"Looks pretty good – for slightly over-aged hamburger." This was said with a straight face. But she couldn't keep it up, and broke into a lopsided grin. "It really does look pretty bad right now, but when the swelling goes down, the bruises fade, and the incisions heal, you are going to be one pretty lady. You ought to be; you will be a dead ringer for that classy wife of yours."

She then shifted her attention to my chest. She asked if I brought one of Amy's good support bras. I told her I had, and pulled it out of the bag I had brought. She went on to explain that since the skin of my male chest was so tight to begin with, that the implants would appear somewhat squashed and spread out initially, but that as the skin stretched, they would shift into the classic female shape. Oh joy – I will have beautiful breasts! Can it get any better?

Sandy carefully removed the surgical bra, and started unwrapping the dressings. After working a while, she finally got down to bare flesh. I stared in awe at the bruised lumps of flesh that had been revealed. As if in a dream, I slowly brought my hands up to cup my new mammeries. How strange it was to see them there. How strange it was to feel them there. I think I had a mild case of shock at that point. Sandy gently moved my probing hands aside and carefully fitted the support bra over the mounds.

"You need to wear this, or a similar one for the next week any time except when you bathe. And don't bathe before tomorrow night." I nodded dumbly, my gaze still glued to my chest. "Earth to Jamie. Can you hear me?" I tore my eyes away and looked at Sandy. "Did you hear what I said?"

Somehow I got my voice working and said yes.

Sandy told me to come back the next Friday for her to check everything over, but she didn't foresee any problems. And to make another appointment for a month from now. Then she smiled at me and left her nurse to help me dress as a woman for the first time. We put on the man-styled beige blouse Amy had sent, as well as a dark green skirt that ended just below my knees. I finished up with a pair of Amy's brown flats. With all the bruising on my face, she didn't bother with any makeup except some frosty pink lipstick. That was another strange sensation!

The nurse then led me back to reception to set up the appointments. I was a little nervous, as there were now a couple other people in the waiting room, but they didn't pay any attention as I stood waiting for the appointment cards. I tucked the cards in the purse Amy had placed my wallet in, and pulled out my car keys as I left the building. It was another warm August morning, and the breeze swirled around by legs and up under the skirt. It was not uncomfortable, but I was happy to reach the refuge of my car for the drive home.

At home, I had a salad for lunch, then checked email. No word from work, so I had nothing to worry about there yet. I puttered around the house, picking up a bit here, glancing at a magazine there. Finally, late in the afternoon I could hold off no longer. I went to our room and stripped my clothes off. Well, make that Amy's clothes. I moved in front of the full-length mirror and stared at my reflection. Looking back at me was Amy! Well, sort of. Make that an Amy that had run full tilt into a brick wall, leaving her with squished boobs and lots of bruises. Yet again I thought "This is so weird!" After inspecting this Amy clone from as many angles as I could manage, I climbed back into the panties and bra, blouse and skirt. Then I padded barefoot to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Amy was a little earlier than normal, and came bursting through the door calling "Honey, I'm home!" She rushed around looking for me, and found me sitting in the family room, reading one of her fashion magazines. She seemed as giddy as a schoolgirl, and said "Come here, you. I just have to see this!" She started dragging me to the bedroom.

"Can't this wait till after dinner? It's almost ready."

"Nope, I can't wait! I have been just dying to see you all day!" She started fumbling with buttons even before we got to the bedroom, and had me stripped naked only moments after we got there. Once again I stood clothing-free before the mirrored closet doors, turning this way and that, now on Amy's command rather than for myself. She then came up close and started inspecting the bruises and swellings. "You know, Sandy does pretty good work."

"Hmmph. Couldn't prove it by me. I look and feel like mincemeat!"

"Oh, come on, spoilsport. You knew it would be like this at first!" She started rubbing up against me, careful to avoid areas that were still tender. And I started to respond involuntarily. She reached down and gently stroked the only evidence of manhood left in the room, causing me to groan. She grabbed hold of my now firm handle and led me to the bed, and eased me down on my back.

"Aren't I supposed to be wearing that bra still?" I managed to say.

"Soon." She whispered, bending down to gently lick the male nipples perched atop the definitely unmale protrusions. She then blew on the moist places, chilling them, and causing delicious sensations to run through my body. I reached up and started unbuttoning Amy's dress. Apparently, I was too slow, and she stood back off the bed and quickly stripped off her clothes. Knowing that I still needed to take it easy, she gently started arousing me further, with a nip here, a lick there, a tickle, a light scrape of a fingernail. I was fully hard and throbbing by this point, as she slowly engulfed me in her amazing mouth. She backed off as she felt me start to stiffen in preparation for climax, and whispered "Not yet, little lady."

She worked her way up my body with tender kisses, until her mouth met mine gently but passionately. While I was so occupied, she carefully swung her leg over my body, easing down on my manhood, causing me to moan into her mouth. When she hit bottom, she stopped, and rested against me for a few moments. Then she started a slow loving motion with her hips, enflaming me further. That movement seemed to go on and on and on, until I thought I would go mad with the pleasure. All the while Amy continued to kiss my frosty pink lips. Abruptly, Amy stiffened, and gasped, nearly sucking the air out of my lungs. Then her whole body seemed to vibrate, driving me over the edge, and I joined her in free fall. Even Amy collapsing on my tender chest didn't distract me from the intense pleasure.

After an exhausted pause, I grinned at her and said "This lesbian lovemaking really turns you on, doesn't it?"

She carefully moved off me, gave me a really sexy look through her lashes and murmured "Oh, it does, Jamie dearest. It really, really does!" Then paused, before adding "Just as long as my lesbian lover is my own sweet hubby! Otherwise, I only go for studs between my legs!"

I swatted her bottom and growled (if Amy's voice could growl) "This better be the only stud I find between your legs!"

"Oh, honey, you know you're the only one I will ever need!"

We got up and I struggled back into the bra, but only added a really filmy, transparent robe, then we went to the kitchen to finish up dinner. After cleaning up, we retired to bed to snuggle, as I was still feeling the effects of the cosmetic procedures.

After a couple of days, the bruising went through it cycle of colors, and gradually started to fade. Amy started showing me through her wardrobe, explaining the coordination of colors to make up attractive outfits. Amy has quite a few clothes, but we realized that it would be stretched to have both of us wearing them for the next two months, so we made plans to go shopping to pick up a few more things. Besides, my feet were a size larger than Amy's. I could squeeze into her shoes, but I would be more comfortable in some of my own.

Voice lessons continued, and each day my imitation of Amy got better, what with my practice during the day, and the coaching from Amy at night.

The other thing we worked on in the evenings while we waited for me to heal was my hair. Amy did a little trimming, and combed it into a more feminine style so I could get along until we got it done professionally.

All that week, Amy was insatiable in bed, and I was coming to believe that she really preferred me as a female partner (well almost female). That kind of bruised the old male ego, but the sex was great, so I tried not to let it get to me.

        

Continued in part 2

  

  

  

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