Chapter 2

In this chapter and any future chapters all transsexuals, transvestites, and shemales/lady-boys are referred to as she and her.

So the Carmine name opened doors and instead of waiting for an opening I had an appointment with Dr Avram Fine that morning at 10 AM. I arrived 15 minutes early to scout out his practice and I found myself on Cameron Street the home of pretty much nothing but medical offices. They covered everything from cardiologists to sports injury specialists and on to gastro consultants. Dr Fine’s place was muted and gave no real clue as to what his line of work was. A dark and heavy hardwood door bore a brass plate that read.

“Dr Avram Fine By Appointment Only.”

The door was open and behind it was a second door of wood with glass panels. I pushed through it and it swung shut behind me. Off to one side was a fine antique desk with a receptionist seated there with phone, intercom, and computer terminal. I crossed to her.

“My name is Leslie Carmine and I have a 10 AM appointment with Dr Fine.”

A click of the mouse and my time was confirmed. She stood up to smile at me.

“Please wait just a moment and I’ll tell Dr Fine you’re here.”

She was small breasted but with nice legs and I automatically ran the rule over her as she strode to another heavy hardwood door. She rapped on the door, stepped inside, and emerged again quickly.

“Dr Fine will see you now Mr Carmine. Please come right in.”

She held open the door and closed it after me as I entered. Dr Fine was a small man with steel framed spectacles on and he sported a perfectly trimmed goatee beard. No jacket on he was wearing a short sleeved dazzlingly white shirt and dark blue silk tie. That day I was wearing a charcoal grey suit with a black shirt and another pair of my favourite hand-made moccasins. As I crossed to him he rose to hold out his hand and we shook hands. For a small man with a soft skinned palm his grip was surprisingly powerful.

“Please sit down Mr Carmine and I’m assuming that you are a member of “that” Carmine family.”

I settled into a comfortable seat to face him across his desk.

“Well yes I guess it is “that” Carmine family.”

“So Mr Carmine what can I help you with?”

“I’m told Dr Fine that you are the premier specialist in breast implants and sex change surgery plus certain elements of cosmetic surgery.”

He tried not to look smug.

“Well there are several other eminent men and women in my field but it’s fair to say I am highly rated.”

“What I want doctor is to look like not just an attractive woman but a gorgeous and voluptuous woman; and I believe you’re the best choice to accomplish it.”

“Ah so you’re planning on embarking on a sex change then Mr Carmine?”

“Not at all doctor; I said I wanted to LOOK like a gorgeous woman not be one. I have no desire to have my penis and testicles removed and have you construct me a false vagina.”

His face took on a smile of complete understanding.

“Aha I understand completely Mr Carmine. You’re planning the “Lady-Boy” route!”

“Precisely Dr Fine and do please call me Leslie or Les.”

He rubbed his hands together and grinned right then.

“So let me ask you a few questions Leslie. How old are you?”

“I’ll be 17 in 3 days’ time Dr.”

“I see!”

He draws out the “see” to make it much longer.

“Is that a problem Dr Fine?”

“Not per se exactly. The law here is a grey area. You are short of being legally an adult but you are over the age of sexual consent. Have you had any counselling over this decision?”

“Certainly not Dr and this idea is entirely mine and mine alone.”

“Well what do you know about the drug and hormone therapy you’ll be on and what the surgery involves?”

“I’ve investigated as best I can online and I’ve had personal contact with a lady-boy who began therapy at 17 and who is now 28. She seemed well endowed still, capable of an erection, and could ejaculate powerfully. She said the former penis shrinkage and lack of libido can be very much compensated for nowadays. Also her breasts were lovely and felt real”

He rubbed his hands together briskly.

“Well I and a few of my better qualified colleagues certainly can do just that. Along with the normal hormone treatment I can reinforce your masculine elements or perhaps I should say protect them. Also you are NOT looking for a total sex change so the treatment will be less prolonged. The breast implant surgery is routine for me and my breast work looks impressive and feels like any woman’s does.”

“So you’d be willing to do it?”

“Of course I’m willing to do it so long as you’re fit and healthy. You seem a highly intelligent boy and likely know exactly what you’re doing. I’d like you to undress and let me give you a quick physical once over. There’s a screen over there and you’ll find a gown you can put on.”

I found that quite amusing.

“And at some time I may have to remove the gown so you can do a thorough job? Dr I’ve no hang ups about being seen naked so I’ll pass on the gown thank you.”

So naked I got my B.P. checked along with my pulse. He rolled out a small easily portable ECG machine and with me stretched out on a couch ran a trace. A urine sample followed and he took blood to be dealt with later and then had me stand up and circled me looking at me and occasionally prodding me.

“In so far as I can see you’re as healthy as a young bloody horse. Perfect BP and a nice slow and steady pulse and heartbeat are what you have. The water sample was clear and I’ll bet my licence to practice that your blood’s fine as well. Now as to the practicalities Les my boy. I’ve seldom seen a boy more designed by nature to go the lady-boy route. You have a perfect callipygian rear for starters.”

“So explain that to me please Dr?”

“It means you have round and nicely shaped buttocks so I won’t need to do any work on them. Now you’re quite wide shouldered so you’ll be able to carry easily large breasts. Since you said you wanted to be voluptuous I’m assuming you want large breasts? Yes?”

I actually had picture of a well-known erotic video model, a so called “mature” or maybe a MILF who had exactly the breasts I wanted. I let Dr Fine take a look.

“These would be just my ideal Dr Fine.”

“Ah! Large and pear shaped with big areolas, and very impressive nipples. Yes I can design and fit them for you easily my boy. Now happily you’re tall with long and quite shapely legs and thighs which will need no work and I mean this as a complement; you’re not just a handsome or good-looking boy you’re actually pretty. So that in itself rules out the need for serious facial cosmetic surgery. A total sex change can be a long road but yours will be nothing like that involved and the only surgery needed will be to fit those implants and design the nipples and areolas.

I’m sure you can look like what you want to look like fast enough to satisfy you but it will not be cheap though as a Carmine family member I’ve a feeling that money will not be a problem will it? Now before we go any further do you have any questions?”

“About my pubic hair? I prefer to be smooth not hairy”

“Well the hormone treatment tends to make a boy or a man less hirsute and actually with your complexion being quite fair you already have very little body hair. If you have any future problems with excess pubic hair that you don’t enjoy I can kill the follicles so nothing can grow again. Now please wait while I bring you your basic medication. I’ll give you a week’s supply and a three month prescription. You’ll need to go to a specialist pharmacy because your chemist on the high street will not stock a fraction of these. Try to NOT miss a day or even one dose and if you do slip up don’t take a double dose as some of these medications are strong.”

He was gone like a flash into the room he brought the ECG machine from and returned a little later with two bags that he placed on his desk before him. In his absence I took the opportunity to dress once more.

He taps the first bag.

“Now these are the standard drugs and hormones you’ll need to take to enhance an already, I’m pleased to say, quite feminine appearance. This bag is what I usually refer to as the “Shield” items that will protect your masculine endowments. Or to put it simply to enable you to have strong erections and ejaculate powerfully after your hormonal changes. Powerfully that is Les if you can ejaculate powerfully now that is?”

“I have no problems with doing that at present Dr Fine.”

“Now settling on a course of drugs that keeps you capable of good masculine sex while they don’t interfere with feminizing you were not easy to work out but believe me Les they’ve worked for several other patients of mine perfectly. On your way out make an appointment with my receptionist for twelve weeks ahead. That’ll leave you still with a week’s capsules and tablets and if all is going well I’ll issue you with another three month’s prescription then. If you seem to have any side effects to the treatment call my practice and you can give me the symptoms over the phone and I’ll decide which is the one that doesn’t suit you and find you a substitute.”

So I shook hands with Dr Fine, made my future appointment, and made my way back to my apartment on cloud nine. Once home I laid the bottles in my bathroom medical cupboard and checked out the “Take one twice a day” and “Two after meals etc. I tried checking for side effects on the enclosed leaflets but when I saw things like, rare side effects, very rare side effects, and unusual side effects, for every pill and capsule I gave up and knocked back today’s dose deciding to wait and see.

So next up I rang Willow who was away at college studying of all things accountancy at which she was proving an absolute wizard. She said she missed me and I said I missed her and we both joked about us cheating on each other. And that is a joke because neither of us minds if the other gets laid when we’re not together. So I settled down to dosing myself each day and with no signs of side effects. Maybe due to those hormones I shaved less but then I never shaved much anyway before taking them. At 12 weeks I returned to see Dr Fine who checked me out and declared all was well. He decided to take more blood and rang me the next day to say things were going fine.

I had of course another three months prescription and put them away like someone eating salted peanuts with a pint. So after six months Fine called me back again to his surgery. I wanted this and thought I was ready but inside I trembled.

“Well Leslie things have gone as good as they could; maybe better. How’s your sex life been of late?”

“Good as it ever has been Dr and if you mean by that can I get it up and cum.”

“That’s exactly what I mean young man. So if you’re ready I can schedule surgery at my clinic for this Friday morning.”

Like I said I’d wanted this since I knew about sex changes and implants and boys who were girls but it still came as a shock. I tried to look calm even if I wasn’t and said that would be great. So Friday morning found me dropped off by a cab at Fine’s clinic. I was checked and double checked, got into a gown, and given a calming pre-med. Wheeled into the theatre, Fine, in scrubs, leant over me.

“Relax Leslie and when you come round you’ll have the most glorious breasts I can give you.”

I had a cannula in the back of my hand and while he was talking a nurse must have slipped the anaesthetic into it and the world went away. I swam up through the mists to find myself in an orthopaedic hospital bed propped up on pillows. My chest felt funny and sore, more than sore it hurt a lot, and sitting in a chair reading a paper was Dr Fine. I had a try at speaking but my mouth and tongue were bone dry; from the anaesthetic it turned out. Fine moved fast to pour me water from a stainless steel thermos jug into a glass and put a bendy straw into it.

“Sip slowly Leslie and you’ll be fine. So how do you feel?”

“Sore very sore!”

“I’ll fix that now so hang on.”

I still had the cannula in the back of my hand so Fine stuck a hypo into a small glass vial and charged it.

“A little morphine will soon fix it. You know the human body isn’t designed to be cut into even by thin razor sharp scalpels.”

The hypo had gone into the cannula and I was getting the relief I needed.

“How does that feel Leslie?

“Better but still tender.”

A tad more and my pain had gone right away.

“And now?”

“Absolutely good now.”

“Excellent and Leslie the op went like a dream and let me show you this.”

He picked up a mirror in one hand and parted my gown with the other.

“Now don’t worry because the bruising will fade fast and I flatter myself that the scars are barely noticeable now and will be invisible soon. So what do you think? Is this what you wanted?”

Reflected in the mirror I could see, despite bruising and some surgical dressings, I was sporting the most amazing full breasts a lady-boy could ever want. I grinned up at Fine.

“They’re magnificent Dr and I thank you. How long will I be here?”

“Well its Friday afternoon so let’s see how you are Monday morning say? If things are still going well we might let you go home Tuesday perhaps. Try to get some sleep and a nurse will be round to see to you in about three hours.”

So with Fine gone, and the morphine working, I couldn’t resist touching gauze dressings to feel a big rubbery nipple under my fingers. Smiling I slipped into a deep sleep.

No more morphine needed though the nursing staff gave me tablets for the later twinges of pain. When I got up to use the toilet it wasn’t pain that gave me pause it was the need to rebalance myself with the weight of my superb new breasts. I’d need to adapt to them over time. Happily I’m young and soon I was adapting. Monday the dressings were changed for much smaller lighter ones and Dr Fine called to check me out.

“So how do you feel today Lesley?”

Now on the charts at the foot of my bed I was now “Ms Lesley Carmine” as I requested and not “Mr Leslie Carmine” as was.

“Pretty good if a tad tender doc so when do I get to go home?”

“I think tomorrow will do Lesley. Just don’t go straight into the gym and try lifting weights. Another week after this, which will be two weeks, and you can get back to exercising lightly again. Les this is the best work I think I’ve ever done. Even for someone as fair skinned as you are the post op bruising was minimal and the incision scars are fading already and soon they’ll be to all intents and purposes invisible. I’m making you a call back appointment in one month just to review things but I think that’ll be a formality.

Before he left I told him something I had planned and laid it out for him. Fine arched his eyebrows at me and shook his head.

“My but that’s very generous of you and under the same circumstances as yours I’ll be happy to oblige!”

So back home in my apartment and on a Friday one of Dr Fine’s nurses had just removed the last of the dressings. After she’d gone I walked into the main bedroom of the two and stood before the full length mirrors on the built in wardrobe doors. I shrugged out of the dark blue silk robe which was all I was wearing and for the first time since going “under the knife” really examined myself.

Without any hubris or pride I looked as amazing as I’ve always wanted to be. The bruising had gone from my glorious new breasts and the thread fine scars were fast fading into the invisibility that Avram Fine said they would become. Tentatively I touched one large and slightly rough areola and trembled at the sensation. Now I took a thick and rubbery nipple, a piece of Avram’s mastery, between my forefinger and thumb to tweaked and teased it. Amazingly, or perhaps not, I found the sensation exquisite. Fine had warned me that my nipples may or might not be as sensitive as I wanted but things felt wonderful and so I moved to cup and gently caress both my new breasts.

My cock stiffened and rose like a pale snake to stand rigid. It was something over three weeks since I even masturbated never mind had sex and I needed to cum right then. I slid back my foreskin to free my long ovate helmet, tucked a finger under it and my thumb atop it, and gave myself a much needed hand job. I watched my reflection as I panted softly while I pumped away at my hard smooth penis; no slow teasing myself I just badly needed to cum. My legs trembled slightly as that lovely heat rose and then soared up my cock and the noise I made was a sort of strangled “Urrrr” as I climaxed and spurted thick white cream all over my reflection in the mirror.

Standing there, my cock still seeping droplets of jizm, I really examined my reflection. The therapy had obviously not altered my height which at last check was approaching an even 6 feet. Maybe my hips were a tad rounder and my ass a little fuller. My legs and thighs were as smooth and shapely as ever they were. My face, always quite feminine, may be a little more so than before the hormones but I always was a pretty boy. I’m still entranced by these magnificent and seemingly hyper sensitive breasts. For the first time it struck me that I was now exactly what I’d wanted to be since aged 9; in appearance a gorgeous young woman but with a healthy and hearty, and fully functional cock.