Chapter 3

It was the money; I couldn’t keep it, and Nadja didn’t want it. It had to be used for the journey, so I had to go. I wasn’t sure about the whole enterprise; I’d never been out of my home state before and here I was traveling across the world to get unsanctioned medical treatment. I never thought it would really happen, I just went along with the scheme because Nadja and Monica wanted me to.

It was a long flight, immigration at Delhi took hours, the customs guy pulled my penis extender out of my bag and then just put it back without a word. Then a connecting 4 hour local flight to the south. We landed in a torrential rain storm and most of the passengers seemed pretty nervous, everything went just fine though.

I was met at the airport by a fat old guy holding up a sign with my name on it. We got into a Toyota SUV and he drove me through congested roads and heavy rain for a long, long time. Out of the city, through miles and miles of green rice fields, through villages and towns, into the hills, and finally to the large isolated house in a walled garden where the doctor lived.

She was tall, slim, sharply dressed, and quite good looking with small breasts. With that waist, it was difficult to believe she hadn’t been born female. She had great thick jet black hair tied up behind her head, and a face that you could look at all day.

She shook my hand in welcome as the driver took my bags inside. “How was your journey?” she asked kindly.

“Very long.” I told her. I was utterly exhausted.

There was no sexual tension between the doctor and I. Somehow I’d imagined I’d have to get it in the ass in return for the treatments, but that wasn’t the deal at all. A woman like her, whatever her genital state, had a choice of willing partners. So if you’re expecting to read about wild tranny sex; yeah, we did that too. Later though, after we knew each other for a while.

It was still raining when I woke up. I was in a hard wide bed in a small room. Everything was different, yet the same. I went to find my host, she in the big room at the front of the house eating breakfast and reading a newspaper. She looked fabulous; her hair was swept back into a ponytail and she was wearing a long colorful shirt and matching cotton pants. That face; why was she so attractive?

There was another woman at the table nursing a cup of tea or coffee, small and dark with disheveled hair in a bathrobe. She looked at me; she had a beautiful face, with high cheekbones and a small square chin. Her dark almond eyes were clear and seemed a bit sad.

“Good morning Jerry, this is my wife Satya.” The doctor told me, before speaking to the other woman in rapid sharp local language. She rose and slunk away, leaving me with Mitra.

“We were married young, a parental arrangement.” She told me apologetically, “She does not accept that I’m not a man anymore. Anyway, your job while you’re here is to talk to her; her spoken English is not good. Come on, I want to examine you and I need blood and urine before you eat anything.”

The clinic was just a few attached rooms at one end of the large stone single story house. It looked very hospitalish in there.

“Undress.” She told me.

“Everything?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said.

I undressed nervously, and then she looked at me closely, all over, but did not touch.

“You look good, I think this will work.” She told me, “I need a sperm sample too. You’ll have to extract it yourself.”

She gave me a sample bottle. “Do it later, in the shower or wherever you’re comfortable. When was the last time you ejaculated?”

“Yesterday.” I told her, feeling embarrassed.

“Then wait until tomorrow.” She said, “From now on only masturbate every second day and I want the sample at 10:00AM, ok?”

Now I was triple embarrassed. “Yeah, ok.” I agreed.

“Lift your penis. Your testicles are still up, that’s good.”

She reached out and cupped them in her hand, fondling and probing with sensitive fingers. I didn’t think it was meant in a sexual way, but it was very stimulating; I became erect.

“Well, I’m flattered.” She said with little smile, taking her hand back. “Nice cock.” She added.

“I’ve been using a vacuum penis extender.” I told her.

“Oh, ok. Do you think that really works?”

“I’m sure it does.”

“Do you have it with you?”

“Yes, in my room.”

“I want to see it later, I could get it copied locally. Half my patients want to get taller, half want a bigger penis. Ok, now we need to take an Xray. If your bones are still soft, we can try the growth hormone. Stand over here.”

She had her own Xray equipment and it just took a minute; she didn’t even give me a chance to get my pants back on, I think she was amused by my cock standing straight out in front of me.

I sort of liked it too. It was a bit humiliating in a sexual way, and that was sort of exciting, which kept it up.

She opened the side door that lead into the living area as I finished getting my clothes on, and waved me through.

There were already patients waiting outside the other door, on the covered veranda in front of the clinic. Young men and young women, sitting silently and stiffly. Some had children with them.

I spent the day with Satya, talking and walking around the large lush garden between rain storms. Her vocabulary was good, it was just that her accent was as thick as the walls of the old house she lived in.

She wasted no time in telling me her woes;

“My family paid a big dowry to marry me into a good family, but now see what has become of me, I have no husband and no children.” She told me bitterly.

“So Mitra can’t, you know, do it?” I asked.

“Mitra had operation.” She told me, waving her hand over her groin to indicate the type of surgery she was referring to, “Didn’t even ask me, now I have no chance for children, and I can’t even show my face in the town, everyone knows I’m married to the ladyman.”

We talked all morning, she prepared an elaborate lunch and three of us ate, then the two ladies went to their separate rooms for a short nap before the afternoon appointments.

“Good news on the Xray.” Mitra told me, “We’ll start the treatment today, a small dose first to see how you react.”

I didn’t notice any effects from the injection. I wasn’t even sure it was really HGH.

I brought her the bottle of semen the next day at 10AM like she’d asked. She held the bottle up to the light. “Good job.” She said, “Did you think of me as you did it? Sorry, don’t answer that, very unprofessional question. You did, didn’t you? Terrible, just terrible. Ok, get back to the house, I have a patient waiting.”

Over the next few days I got used to the place, spending most of my time talking to Satya, who seemed to stick to me most of the time. She had a great smile that lit up when our eyes met. She spent the bulk of her days cooking, cleaning, and washing. She wouldn’t let me help, but I hung around and talked with her as she worked.

The doctor was fairly busy, a steady stream of vehicles came and went. Cars, motorbikes, bicycles, some came on foot along the road from the bus stop.

We all shared our meals, just the three of us. Satya made my food separately, without chili pepper. It was still pretty spicey, and I really enjoyed the rich flavors. I asked Satya about the food and she talked excitedly about each ingredient, while the doctor just looked annoyed.

“Ten o’clock tomorrow, don’t forget.” Mitra said, as we all went to our separate beds. I wondered what she was doing with it; the first time, she’d put some on a slide and put it under a microscope. Why the insistence on the time, just when she was busiest?

I actually thought about Satya as I jerked off. As I brought the vial through the kitchen towards the clinic, I looked out and saw the patients waiting. There was that good looking dark woman again. And suddenly I knew what Mitra wanted my semen for.

Satya had told me about the stigma of being dark skinned in India; the caste system is supposed to be about hereditary, but it actually runs along color lines. People try to bleach their skin lighter to ease their way through.

And here I was; white. My semen delivery just at the time that dark skinned woman arrived. She couldn’t change her color, but her child could break through to a better level if he or she was a lighter shade.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about it; I looked through a gap in the shutter at the seated woman waiting patiently to get my seed. How could I deny it to her? I didn’t say anything, I just went in through the side door, delivered the bottle, and left the same way.

One morning a few weeks after my arrival there, the old man with the car came early and took Satya to go shopping. Mitra and I were at the table in the kitchen, just the two of us. I looked at her, and I saw her eyes widen, as if she suddenly saw something she hadn’t seen before when she looked at me.

I really liked Mitra and she was beautiful too, and even though Satya had told me she’d had the surgery I have to admit that it was a little bit weird to think that she had once been a man. I’d spent more time with her cute little wife, and I would have fucked Satya in a moment if I thought she wanted it.

But here was the beautiful, accomplished, elegant doctor. She hadn’t been with anyone while I was there, she had to be as horny as I was. It was my moment, and I knew it.

I’d learned a lot by then; about seduction, about grabbing that moment, because there might not be another one. Maybe if I’d hesitated to think about it, I wouldn’t have made the move.

Without breaking eye contact, I stood. I stepped around the table and reached out my hand to touch her face. Damn she had a pretty face; those big almond eyes, prominent cheekbones, and the curve of her lips. Her complexion was lighter than Satya’s, more milk chocolate.

“Don’t, Jerry.” She said in words, while her eyes spoke a very different message. So I bent and kissed her.

She could have turned her head, or pushed me away, or stood up. She didn’t. She just sat there and let it happen.

I felt a surge of excitement as her soft lips pressed against my mouth. Just a kiss, it was so innocent compared to the things we’d do afterwards. The kiss was the turning point, the moment that our relationship became sexual. Actually, I think that kiss changed my entire life. I’ve kissed a lot of women since then; some stopped me, some slapped me, some went to bed with me, and one filed a complaint with the police.

I put my other hand on her face too, and just kissed her for a long few minutes. I pressed my togue against her lips and slid it in just a little. My hands stroked her head, her hair, and her neck.

Oh, I wasn’t sure about this, not sure at all. There was no stopping now though; The kiss meant ‘yes’, and the kiss could not be reversed.

She stood up without breaking our kiss, and put her arms around me. We were both barefoot and she was a couple of inches taller, so her ass was in my hands and her tits pressed against my upper chest.

It was happening now, the fuse was lit and there was no stopping. Was I ready for it though? I reminded myself I’d done it with a young mother, and with Monica who was 60 years old and I’d been ok with that. So really if this tall Indian woman was made artificially, so what? She was in my arms and her tongue was in my mouth and soon we’d be in all sorts of places. Despite her height, she was totally feminine, her eyes and her lips, her narrow waist and her round ass.

She broke away, pushing me off with her hands. She looked at me hard, smiling just a little.

“You’re a charming boy, Jerry; you’re just too young though, I can’t...”

I took her in my arms again and squeezed her against myself, and stopped her talking by kissing her deeply for a while. We just stood there, in the kitchen making out as the morning warmed outside. I had to tilt me head up, and she had to tilt hers down, my hands went up and down her spine, hers held my head as our tongues communicated our real feelings.

She broke her mouth away, I was still holding her hips tightly; “That’s enough, I have patients coming. I mean, you know.” She laughed. “And I need your sample.”

We looked at each other in silence for a moment.

“Oh all right!” She said, “I’ll just get a sample bottle. Take your clothes off and wait in my bedroom.”

It was cool and dry in there; an air-conditioner hissed from the far wall. She came in, closed the door, and turned to face me. I stripped off my tee-shirt, then took my pants off. She’d seen it all before, in a different context.

She waved at the bed, and I sat against the pillows as she got in after me. She did not undress.

I lay inert now, as she touched me; running her fingertips over my exposed body sensuously, slowly, stroking my rock hard cock, then fiddling my balls, then moving away from there for a while. We kissed, and I only touched her face. It was beautiful, sex without sex. The goal was preset, the sample bottle was on the table next to the bed.

Then she went down on me; slowly, her beautiful mouth slid over my throbbing young penis, her eyes eating me as she pushed my rod deep into her face.

She pulled away, because I was too close; she smiled, holding my wet rod by the base as the cold air in the room stripped the heat from my penis. We went back to kissing as she gently masturbated me. I fondled her tits through her blouse, but she stopped me when I attempted to take it off of her.

“There’s no time for that.” She said to me, “I think it’s time to get that sample out of you.”

She took the sample bottle in one hand and my balls in the other, and then started sucking my cock hard, her head moving up and down in an irresistible rhythm as she stared into my eyes.

That face; a face worth coming for. A face that I was more than willing to ejaculate into.

After nearly an hour of making out, I came, possibly harder than I ever came before, as she pointed my spurting penis into the little plastic bottle.

She raised her eyebrows as she held up the bottle to look at it. “Well now, that’s more like it.” She laughed, “Better quality than usual, I wonder why?”

It was 10AM.

She put the cap on the bottle as she stood up, then quickly twirled her hair up into a tight bun.