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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 14/17  TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc

This story includes explicit sex scenes.  If by reason of age, 
temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want 
to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, 
and you'll figure it out I'm sure.








                  Scenes from a Marriage
                      by Vickie Tern
                 
                    (vickietern@aol.com)   




                               14.

One morning Carl was at breakfast wearing only his nylon peignoir,
a gift from Carol, when it fell open.  Carol looked at the two
growths behind his swollen nipples -- now more grapefruits than
oranges -- and told him, "Your shape is coming on nicely."

Carl agreed in part.  "My pectorals have a lot more definition,
yes.  But they're still so concentrated!  And so soft, you wouldn't
think they were muscles!  I asked Callista for exercises to grow my
whole chest, and all she ever answers is, "You're growing, be
patient, just wait!'"

"You want to fill out your breasts now?  I'm glad you told me!"
Carol replied.  "You're right!  You'd look much nicer if you were
more generous up there.  You need more natural cleft, and you need
enough sag to suggest a soft, yielding compliance when you go
braless.  With some outfits, loose breasts are much more attractive 
than the trussed up kind!  I've been thinking of getting myself 
some gowns that encourage that kind of open display.  You too?"

What was she saying?  As Carl stared at her with his mouth open,
Carol suddenly seemed to change the subject!  She said, "Honey,
it's time to take you to the doctor!  We've waited long enough!" 
She went to the phone, and he heard her make an appointment for him
for the day after tomorrow.  It was a doctor Maddy recommended,
one who practiced at Maddy's hospital and understood
transsexuals, and performed in-office breast augmentations many
patients of both sexes had praised highly.  "I understand,
whatever's needed," the doctor told Carol as she rang off.  "I'm
sure Coral will be a lot happier.  My love to Maddy!"  Carl was
still watching her, bewildered, as she turned back toward him. 
"There, honey," she said.  "All taken care of!"

Carol didn't mention the real purpose of this medical visit to
Carl, leaving him free to assume it was to diagnose and treat the
problem most on his mind, his mysterious impotence.  At last! 
Maybe also to help him understand finally why his exercise classes
at FormFit were accelerating these growths on his chest and
fattening his butt but accomplishing little else.  But for Carol 
the prospect of Carl's visit to the doctor was outright thrilling!  
This would be his first thorough gynecological exam.  Large 
augmented breasts would commit him to his suppressed gender as 
nothing else would!  He was a nice looking girl now, and he knew
some provocative moves, but with big breasts he'd be downright
attractive!  Everything else would follow.  

Carol called Bea and Sondra and told them what was scheduled, that
it was a surprise present for Coral and she wasn't to know, but it
would be nice if they could help prepare her.  They both
cooperated.  

At tea after their FormFit session the next morning, Sondra
confessed that her beautifully seductive butt wasn't all her own. 
"My hubby's kind of backward in his approaches, you know?" she
said blushing.  "And he loves pillows!  So one day I asked around,
and then I had it done, got my buns enlarged just a little, well,
reshaped too, and then for a week I found excuses to deprive him
while it healed.  You know?"

"No," Bea said.  "We don't know.  Tell us!"

"Well, he was so terribly horny the night I finally unveiled my new
bum!  It was his birthday, and my ass was his big present!  I wore
the cutest little baby doll, short, with my new round rear 
winking at him from underneath!  Well!  When I finally took off 
my gown and turned away, he flew at me, and you know what?  
I thought he'd poke me there, but instead he fell to his knees, 
and cried out "Heavenly God!," and buried his face there!  Deep 
down in the cleft of my anus!  It was embarrassing in a way, 
you know?  He'd never wanted to do that before -- you know?  
But now he worships me back there.  And that's how he wants me 
now, wants to put it into me, from back there, so
he can rock back and forth on it.  All the time!  My vagina's his
exclusively, but he wants my rear too even when it's still slick 
from some guy who's just been in there earlier.  He doesn't know 
that of course.  But the fact is, I never see his face any more 
when we're making love!" 

Sondra smiled at Bea, and they both smiled at Carl, who was looking
pensive.  "Come on, Coral honey!" Bea said suddenly to Carl,
standing up.  "There's a sweater sale at Fussworthy's.  Come help
me select something!"  Carl did, watching various stretchy blouses
and sweaters and cardigans and slipovers cover Bea's capacious
bosom all the while Bea urged Coral to try some on for herself. 
But compared with Bea's, Carl's bust barely registered.  There were
only small round mounds there.

"Sweetheart," Bea said to him.  "Really!  With your slim waist and
shoulders, if you had C or D cups instead of those A's and if you
were wearing this stretch nylon sleeveless here -- isn't it
precious? -- you'd have the most voluptuous figure imaginable. 
You'd set fire alarms going all over town.  You really won't wear
breast forms?"

"No," Carl replied.  "I like the way I feel just as I am. 
Natural."

"Well, you need to think about becoming a little more natural," Bea
replied.  "Think about the effect on men when little Coral comes 
into a room preceded by her breasts!  That would be fun, seeing 
men who've always ignored you stunned into silence, their
mouths hanging open!  Revenge can be so sweet!!  Think how
their wives would feel, too!  And you heard Sondra!  Lots of women
aren't all themselves."  She grinned at Coral, then turned to ask 
the salesgirl about a flowered print pullover, she just loved it 
but was it reduced for the sale?  

That started Carl wondering if there were chest augmentations for 
men as well as breast implants for women.  For other muscles too?  
Under Callista's regimen he was developing, but not at all in his 
arms and shoulders.  He had the reverse of a hard body -- he 
seemed to be softening, developing curves instead of muscular 
definition.  Maybe his steroids weren't working?  He'd ask this 
doctor. 

The next morning Carl was looking through his bureau drawers for
nondescript underwear, planning to look gender-neutral for the
doctor, since he no longer owned male clothes.  He asked Carol
where a plain cotton "Hanes for Her" panty might be, the closest
thing he had to briefs, and he explained why.

"You'll do no such thing!" she said, apparently shocked!  "A woman
dresses decently for her doctors' appointments!"

"Carol," Carl explained patiently yet again.  "I'm not a woman!  I
know how it looks and what everybody thinks, that's what you want
for me, and I don't mind, I kind of like it now, some of it.  But
how can I fool a doctor?  He'll take one look at my body and know
everything!"

"She'll take one look!  More than one look, honey! We'll want her 
to look you over thoroughly and advise us about lots
of things.  You say you haven't been developing the way you'd hoped.
Maybe you never could develop that way!  Maybe you
should be trying for some other ways.  Have you ever thought about
giving it up, forget about trying to become a pumped up little man,
and try instead to be a darling little woman!  That's your
talent, and it's what you are already in everyone's eyes except
maybe your own!  And you know I have special feelings for you, now
that you're a girl!  Well, maybe she can help!"

Carl spoke gently now.  "Carol, I love it that you have special
feelings for me as a girl, though I don't think I am one.  Most of
what I'm doing, most of how I look and what people think, most of
all this, it's all your idea.  I go along because I love you!  I
love you, and I want what you want, and that's what you want!"  He
was thinking sadly, is that what she thinks I am, a pumped up
little man?  Is that what she thinks is the best I can be as a man? 
Is that why she wants this?  "A lot of it's nice," he added, hoping
he hadn't hurt her with this outburst.  "A lot of it's very nice!"

Carol was moved.  Carl didn't often declare his feelings, and love
in any form was to be cherished.  Even though, as she saw, he was
still in denial.  She swallowed, and she said in a low voice, "You
go along because you love it too, don't you?  Deep down?"

She really wants to believe it, Carl thought.  Have I hurt her, by
disagreeing with her?  Does she really want to be married to a man
who lives like a girl?  

"I guess deep down I don't mind," Carl said.  That was probably
true.  Otherwise he'd never have let it get this far.

"Deep down and on the surface too you don't mind, isn't that
true?  You want it?"

"Not exactly," Carl began.

"Sweetheart, who was it who came home from FormFit his first day
there wearing panties and lipstick and a dress and a curly hairdo,
and the only thing different from that day to this day is her
hairdo!  It's softer now, more becoming."  Carol's eyes swept over
Carl's coiffure lovingly. "Was that my doing or yours?"

Carl could see how the conversation was going.  Give it up, don't
confront her now.  "Mine," he said.  "I went along with what Bea
wanted so I wouldn't blow my cover.  And then you loved it, so I
went along there too!" 

"Everyone makes excuses for indulging their secret desires,
especially if they feel ashamed of them.  I know
yours, honey baby, and I love you for them!  I wish you'd just
confess them to yourself so we could get on with re-adjusting our
lives to them.  Here, try on these panties.  Pink lace is pretty. 
You don't want the doctor to think you're a Dyke, now do you!"

As a result, Carl found himself sitting in the doctor's examining
room wearing one of his prettiest summer outfits, a flouncy rayon
pastel print shift with a bow in back, white heels, and full
make-up.  He was a very respectable and fetching young lady.  
Carol was so proud, he looked darling, and she said so whenever any
occasion allowed.  Carl felt pleased about that.  But he was 
thinking about what to tell the doctor.  First, he
decided, about his impotence.  Then about how he'd like his chest
expanded if that was medically possible.   

Two hours later,subdued, his chest sore, silent, Carl was being
driven back home by Carol, who was phoning her office that she was
running late, she'd taken her husband Carl to the doctor and now he
needed settling in at home, so she wouldn't be in until later that
afternoon.  She glanced over at her poor hubby sitting there
morosely staring straight ahead.  Now she really did feel sorry for
him, and a little fearful how he'd react when he figured out how
he'd been tricked.  

But mainly she felt envious.  He was gorgeous!  She could eat him
up, he was so beautiful!  He now had boobs!  On that slim body he
now had abundant breasts that curved out generously, an
unmistakably feminine figure.  He'd never have a man's body again. 
At the moment, in fact, they looked enormous in their surgical bra
with its protective padding.  And as the doctor had told her, the
fatty substance in the large implants she'd used would soon
incorporate with his own now-substantial breast tissue and become
one with it -- in a few months there wouldn't be any inserts, just
magnificent breasts any girl could be proud to display and any man
awed to touch!  Coral would be all Coral.  All natural, just as
Carl wanted her.

 From Carl's point of view the morning had been a series of
disastrous mistakes.  The doctor was a considerate, crisp woman
with short black hair and a matronly way of talking to people, and
a decisive manner.  She listened patiently as Carl described his
needs, he'd gone impotent, did he need some kind of hormone
booster?  He'd always been thin, and then he'd gotten ill and lost
what little flesh he'd gained, was there some way he could enlarge
his build, especially his torso? 

As he spoke, the doctor glanced at Carol now and then, and Carol
threw confirming glances back at her.  She'd been told about Carl's
slow, reluctant conversion into Coral, the girl within him who was
still trying desperately to emerge, the girl Carl was still trying
to suppress.  She could see Coral sitting before her trying to 
express herself through Carl, and as Carl spoke, she heard Coral 
speaking.  She agreed with Carol.  Carl did indeed
need a hormone booster, especially one that would increase his
libido, strengthen his sexual drive, let Coral out on the town as
it were.  And while the growth hormones Carl had been taking for
months now would do the job, he was small-boned and lean, his
breasts would never grow past a small B at most, not on their own. 
Yet breasts large enough to fill a C or D cup on that petite frame
would look smashing!  Eye-stopping!  Perfect!  Certainly it would
give Coral's newly awakened libido plenty of opportunities.

"I'll do it," the doctor finally said.  "Coral, if you'll go into
that room for a few minutes and undress, and put on the little gown
you'll find there?  The nurse will be in to assist you in a moment."
She turned to Carol.  "While the nurse prepares her, Carol, I'll
tell you about her after-care."

Carl did just that.  The two women looked knowingly at each other
as he disappeared behind a closed door.  "The poor dear," the
doctor told Carol.  "I'm glad I can help.  Maddy told me about her. 
Don't fret for a moment.  She'll be lovely.  She is lovely already,
you've done wonders with her, bringing her out.  Are you sure she
doesn't want a vagina now too?"

"We'll wait on that," Carol replied.  "She'll want to discover the
uses of her body little by little, I'm sure.  You know, it all
started when I caught her -- we both thought she was a man then -- 
she was envying how the girls look in a Sports Illustrated
swimsuit issue.  And now look at her!"

"It happens that way.  I've seen it often.  Let the cork out of the
bottle, and the bubbles foam," the doctor agreed.  "You do
know that the nerve endings in her breasts are incredibly sensitive
already.  With the slow-release hormones I'll slip into her
implants, there'll be no stopping her!  Her little clit -- that's
what it is now, I suppose -- will leak whenever anyone touches her
breast tips, I suspect.  And her nipples will stick out like open 
invitations!  Men will want to touch them!  Women too, some
women!"

"Yes," Carol replied simply.  "I do want what's best for her. 
She's a dear.  My lovely hubby!  I do love her!"

"I can see," the doctor said, impressed by Carol's devotion and
sincerity.  "Well, I'd better begin.  She'll be a new woman in an
hour or two!"  

And so she was, now sitting in the car as Carol drove him home. 
When he woke from the light anesthetic he couldn't believe what had
happened to him.  His whole chest was bandaged, and it seemed at
first the doctor had given him great pecs after all.  But then he
saw how each breast was gauze wrapped for shape, then held firm in
a heavy surgical bra.  He had missile nose cones on his chest! 
Appalled, he stared at them, and looked frightened at the nurse who
sat with him waiting for him to wake up.  

"I know what you're thinking," she said.  "Don't worry.  That's
just to assure definition until the tissue stabilizes.  They'll be
lovely, and they'll hold themselves up for years, don't worry for
a moment!"

"They aren't muscles," was all Carl could think to say, choking.

"The nurse laughed.  "No way, honey," she said.  It was such a good
joke Coral had just made. "Soft as butter!  They're intended for
giving milk you know!  Now you're a Dairy Queen!"  And she roared
at her own joke.  Carl just stared at her, his mind in a whirl.

When they got home, Carol put Carl to bed.  "Sleep on your back,"
she said.  "I've got to get to work.  I'll see you tonight.  Don't
worry about a thing, sweetheart.  You're perfect!  I love you more
than ever!"

In an odd way Carl felt consoled by that thought.  He was so tired. 
He looked up gratefully at her and closed his eyes.  And slept.  He
was still asleep when Carol and Maddy later tiptoed into the room
-- Maddy wanted to peek.

"He'll be fine," she said.  "I've seen it before.  "When the
bandages come off, he won't be able to keep his hands off himself. 
You'll see.  Look at them!  He'll have two handfuls!  And so will
you!  What a shame Mr. Dildo doesn't have hands."  

The two women left, giggling.  A few weeks later Carol bought him
a few low-neck drape-front blouses to show off his new gentle
curves.  Instead he tried wearing an oversized T-Shirt, so he'd 
look like before.  But his bra pushed his bust line so far forward 
that the T-Shirt only exaggerated its size.   He tried going braless, but 
then his nipples jutted so sharply through the T-Shirt fabric 
that Carol forbade him to leave the house.  "Think of the neighbors!
Worse, think of their husbands!"

Husbands were the last things Carl wanted to think about.  He
reconciled himself to life with bras and a big bust.  The girls at
FormFit crowded around congratulating him, admiring his new
acquisitions, sharing sly innuendoes.  "You must really have wanted
them!  Well, Make good use of them!" Sondra told him.  Carl grinned
feebly.  He noticed that two dark-eyed girls in his jazzercise
group with loose reputations began coming around to chat with him.
"We can be good friends now I bet," one of them told him. 

Now Maddy and Carol found themselves at the final stage, ready to
acquaint Carl with his femininity in such a way that he'd never
look back.  He'd agree he was a woman and that would be
that!  It was problematic.  Carol and Maddy both agreed that Carl
was most likely to break finally with the idea that he was a man if
he was caught up in a bewildering momentum, a final rush toward
womanhood.  They debated how to induce that momentum.  The key
de-stabilizing event ought to be a sexual infidelity, that was agreed,
an outright breach of now-outmoded marriage vows.  Preferably
mutual infidelities, his and hers.  There would follow from these
a transformation of their old trusting man and woman
relationship, each with exclusive rights over the other, into a new
liberated woman to liberated woman relationship, committed to each 
other but each delighted when the other is delighted, no matter 
with whom.

Carol debated with Maddy whether she or Carl should first be
unfaithful, that is, fuck and be found out.  They shifted positions
several times.  It came down to two scenarios.  

The first was, Carol commits an infidelity, and Carl comes to know
about it.  This forces Carl to confront his inappropriate,
selfish jealousies and also his inadequacies as a man.  It would
plunge him into deep despair as well as jealous resentment.  He'd
fear he'd lost Carol.  Yet he'd arrive finally at a mode of
acceptance if he were played right, at a determination to do
the same thing himself in order to get even.  Perhaps even a
determination to do the same thing at Carol's urging, so he could
learn to forgive her, so he could understand for himself how
thrilling it can be for to spread your legs and open yourself to a
real man, not just to a Mr. Dildo strapped to a woman or perhaps to
an impotent husband.  Living as a woman, if he wanted to get even
he'd have to do what Carol had done, fuck a man!  Maddy would
arrange it.  In this scenario Carol would bear the burden of
responsibility and the burden of guilt as well.

The second scenario was for Carl to be seduced and then wallow in
guilt at having betrayed his wife.  As an act of contrition, to
feel better about it, he would urge his wife to even the score by
fucking a man.  Carol would agree to it reluctantly, but insist
that to relieve her own guilt at fucking a strange man, he'd have
to do the same.  

This option was attractive to Carol -- after all, how many months
had it been since she'd been screwed by a really heavy duty prick? 
How many years?  And she knew Carl would do it for her, with a
little coaxing.  He loved her, after all.

Either scenario would end up with Carl finally in bed with a man,
in full possession of the pleasures and privileges of his
womanhood, his suppressed birthright, savoring the joys of sex and
the pleasure of harvesting semen on his own!  Carl would finally be
Coral, no turning back, no longer a man in denial but a
woman revealed as herself!  At that point, Carol decided, Coral
could replace Carl in her own mind too, and they could begin their
new lives together.  A whole new relationship, more loving than
girlfriends, and closer than sisters, each encouraged to fulfill
her own dreams.

The first scenario seemed to Carol the kindest.  The second
scenario offered problems.  After all, these days her sweet Carl
wasn't able to betray her with another woman, not any longer, not
physically, not the usual way.  With a man yes, but not with a
woman.  The second scenario would get her laid with Carl's consent,
even at his insistence, and that was a plus.  But this whole thing
wasn't about her, it was about him.  She didn't want her poor dear
to feel guilty, only happy!  

So she decided to follow the first scenario, she'd breach her
marriage vows herself and see to it that Carl knew, minimizing if
she could the insecurities that would torment him.  She'd do
everything she could to support him through what would probably be
the blackest period of his life.  But it was better for their
marriage for him to feel miserably inadequate yet furious with her,
she decided, than for him to feel that he'd been a moral failure,
racked with agonies of guilt at having betrayed her.  She'd 
take the risk and make the sacrifice, not her loving,
trusting Carl.  She'd go out and get laid first.  She
owed Carl that much!

Having committed herself, she realized that this would be her 
first full-scale proper fucking by a stud hunk since her marriage.
Maddy promised to provide her with a cock she'd never forget 
attached to a man she'd never need to remember. 
She thought about that, and gradually felt better.

Yes.  That was the way.  Learning that his wife was unfaithful,
adrift, knowing that his marriage was at risk, confused, helpless,
Carl would be all the more open to his women friends' suggestions. 
A cuckolded man, he'd reconceive himself as a self-respecting,
mature woman, ready and willing to even the score for his wife's
infidelity, ready to do the same thing, to fuck a man as a woman. 
He'd become the woman he'd always suppressed.  And afterward he'd
realize that his wife had always believed in that woman, had only
wanted to help!  That it had all been for him!  For Coral!

Tears came to Carol's eyes.  Whether or not Carl ever finally
understood, Carol owed him that ultimate gift, his fulfilled
womanhood.  She loved him.  She said as much to Maddy as she told
Maddy about her decision.  Maddy merely smiled and commented,
"Don't plan over-precisely.  These things happen as they happen. 
You may end up with a little of each of your options.  Let's get
things under way and see what we see.  First you need to do your 
thing and see how you like it!  Break the ice.  Are you free 
tonight?"

"Yes," Carol said, knowing what it was she was saying 'yes' to.  
My poor Carl, or Coral, she was thinking.  For the first
time in our marriage I am going to be unfaithful to you.  But all
for your own good!  You'll be the sole beneficiary.  I feel awful 
already!  I hope whoever Maddy gets me for my date will be worth it.

Six hours later, driving home in a haze of marvelous memory, Carol
had her answer.  He was.  Adrian was his name.  Maddy told Carol
she'd considered feminizing Adrian once, just because of his
name.  But she realized the first time she slept with him that
removing his manhood would be criminal, a sacrilege, it would
deprive women of extraordinary God-given gifts, a terrible waste!  
Instead, Adrian should be dedicated to the uses of all
women!  Trained to please women!  She bent her efforts to that end,
and Adrian had graduated with highest honors.  Once with Adrian, no
woman was ever be satisfied with less, certainly not with their
usual partners or husbands.  Since there was only one Adrian, they
then had to console themselves with many lovers.  Like Maddy, they
accumulated stables of men willing to do what Adrian had done to
them.  And for them.  

That night with Adrian, Carol explored the uses of his
cock as if there were no tomorrow.  Before she'd filled herself
with his cum yet again and he'd fallen asleep exhausted, she'd
spread her legs under him, mounted him, and knelt in front of
him, and he'd managed to enter her each time.  Then they did some
standard missionary fucking.  Sublime!  No matter where he entered 
her, she didn't want it to ever end.  Mr. Dildo had stretched
her, but Adrian's prick stretched her further!  And it was hot, 
and it throbbed!  It bumped up against her cervix repeatedly 
even before he'd buried to its hilt.  She lost track of how 
many orgasms he gave her.  Her screaming together with 
twice deep-throating him reduced her voice to a croak.  
She only knew she wanted more!  When he entered her rear 
the first time, her first time ever with any man,
she'd been fearful.  But she had to let him, she had to feel what
Carl would soon feel.  The second time, she wanted it for her
own sake!  She'd begged him to enter her there, in fact!

When they parted, Carol and Adrian arranged to meet again the next
night again.  It was important for her to get accustomed to her 
new sexual freedom.  She wanted to be so thoroughly and 
frequently fucked that any possible relapse, any regret or remorse
for betraying sweet Carl would be irrelevant, absurd, given the magnitude
of her infidelities.  She wanted to feel committed to this new joy! 
And she wanted Carl committed too!

Even so, she felt a momentary guilty pang as she took her leave. 
No matter, get the plan moving, she reminded herself.  So she did.

"Have you a friend as beautiful as you are?" she asked.  "Is he
free tomorrow?  So I can bring my friend to meet him?"  She
explained that her friend was in some ways ... incomplete, and
explained how and why.

Adrian was amused -- he'd discussed the whole situation with Maddy
already, and while he wasn't himself into transsexuals he knew
someone who was.  "Of course I can bring a friend.  In fact I know
someone who'll love your Coral precisely because of her ...
inadequacy.   Coral already knows him, I think, from the gym where 
she works out.  His name's Sergei."     

Perfect!  Fortune smiles, Carol told herself!  Her darling had been
half-fucked by Sergei already!  He'd kissed Sergei!  Only a little
further to go!  We'll meet for dinner in some restaurant, then
drive somewhere for dancing and whatever else.  

Only after she'd left Adrian several fond kisses later did it occur
to her that Maddy'd foreseen all this, that she'd foreseen
everything.  She'd led Carol to this liberation as deftly as Carol
was leading Carl to his.  Maddy'd probably briefed Adrian earlier,
when Carol was still a faithful wife, not a many-times unrepentant
betrayer and soon-to-be pimp for her husband.  And Adrian already
knew that Sergei was available!  It was all pre-arranged!

Maddy had seen this moment from the beginning.  From that first 
consultation about why her husband had guiltily tucked his balls 
and gathered up his breasts!  She'd even mentioned this as a 
likely outcome!  Yet, even if Maddy had figured it all out all 
at once, long before Carol did, she'd still left all the 
decision-making to Carol.  Carol had made every decision herself.
Just as in a way, Carl had too!  She had to respect Maddy for that!
What a dear!

                                
end 14/17

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