Becoming Ben's (part 4)
When a gender dysphoric man tries his best to be a man, including military service, perhaps it is time to be the girl he was meant to be. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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We got up and I helped him make breakfast – still naked, though I wore an apron to protect myself from cooking spatter. Ben made a phone call, which he later told me was to a woman who would come over and help me with my transformation. I could remain naked for a time, but soon would begin wearing women's clothing full time.
I was still wearing only a kitchen apron when the doorbell rang. "That would be Jessica," said Ben, "no need to get dressed."
I felt completely comfortable being naked in front of Ben, but I had never been naked in front of a woman – sadly, I had never had the opportunity.
A tall pretty white woman entered the living room and Ben called me out to meet Jessica and introduced me as Michelle. She smiled at me and said, "well, let's get a look at you."
I hesitated, and she continued, "don't be shy, we have a lot of work to do together and you must be completely open with me." Ben nodded, and I removed the apron, standing naked before them both.
Jessica looked me over carefully and took a small voice recorder out of her purse and began to talk into it. She was commenting on my face, and body structure. She mentioned that I had no visible adam's apple and little body hair. She mentioned that my small penis suggests a favorable hormone balance, and would in any case likely turn into a petite clitty.
All the time Ben was staring and Jessica turned to him and said, "go about your business, Ben, we have women's work to do here!"
Ben smiled and left the room.
Now that we were alone, Jessica asked me," just how far to you wish to go?"
"I'm not clear on the options," I said.
"I think in any case we are talking about your living full time as a woman, right?" she asked.
"Yes, I think that's correct," I responded.
"Well Option 1 would be to simply dress as a woman but otherwise, your body would remain the same." she explained, "Option 2 would be to begin hormone treatment, which would include female hormones, which would soften your features, shrink my penis to a very adorable clitty, round my hips and grow breasts. I would also have to take a testosterone blocker."
"Option 3 would be similar to Option 2, but instead of taking the testosterone blocker my balls could be removed," she continued, "and Option 4 would be full GRS (Gender Reasssignment Surgery) in which my penis and balls would be removed and I would have a realistic vagina instead."
"Option 4 is pretty extreme, while Option 1 is just like playing 'dress up', but the other two options would allow me to truly become more fem." I replied.
"But getting my balls removed sounds scary," I said, "is that very common?"
"Yes it is," replied Jessica, "in fact most of the girls I work with opt for that. It reduces the number of drugs in your bloodstream and gives you a very clean look down there. It is done by a doctor under a local anesthetic and is completely safe."
"Can I start with Option 2 and switch to Option 3 later?" I asked.
"Yes, that is a very sensible route," Jessica said, "Shall we plan on that?"
"Yes, let's do it that way," I replied.
"Very well," she said, "I'll get you a prescription for your hormones and you can get started soon. Now show me how you walk."
Jessica had me walk directly toward her and then directly away from her, and then watched me walk from the side. She taught me that women walk much differently than men, almost putting one foot directly in front of the other, as if walking on a balance beam. It also rolls their hips in a manner that men really liked.
Jessica put a line of blue painter's tape on the tile floor and told me I was to practice as often as I could, walking on that line, or any other line I could find. After enough practice I would naturally walk like a woman.
Jessica took a tailor's tape measure out of her purse and proceeded to measure my body, including measurements I never thought relevant, such as the distance between my nipples, and the distance around my cock and balls. She took a round rod and put a little KY jelly on it and inserted it into my ass and told me to squeeze down and hold it in place. Then she measured the distance from the rod to the base of my balls.
She took hold of the rod and slowly stroked it in and out of me. "How does that feel?" she asked.
"A little strange," I said, "but kind of good."
"In time you will learn to love anal pleasures," she said, "but first of all, you must always be clean there."
She opened up a box and took out a red bag. "This is an enema bag," she said, "but you will be using it for douching. You may get into enemas at a later time for entertainment, but I want you to take douching very seriously."
She explained that I was to fill the bottle about a third full of warm water. I could use some mild soap, like Ivory Soap shavings, but never anything strong. After filling I should hold for not more than five minutes, then expel. I should flush, and repeat. If only water came out the second time I was done – if not, repeat.
She told me I was to shower after that and make sure I was clean there – inserting a soapy finger to make sure my hole was clean also.
"Anal will become increasingly important to you," she explained, "both for your man and yourself, and you should ALWAYS be 'kissing clean' for him."
"Kissing clean?" I asked.
"Exactly," she said, "if you don't understand exactly why, you will soon."
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