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  I Got the DD's part 7@END_FILE_ID.DIZ






  Back at home we went into the kitchen. The salt air and our exercises had
made me ravenous. We ate right out of the refrigerator.

 I pulled my top off and my unfettered breasts came into view. I swung my
shoulders and my breasts jiggled from side to side. Jane eyed my jiggling
boobs and her Levi's began to tent up in the front.



  "My God Jane...You're hard all the time. You really get into being a man
don't you?" I said.



  I kicked off my heels, dropped my shorts and panties, took Jane by the
hand and led her into the living room.



  I laid down, closed my eyes and opened my legs. When I opened my eyes all
I could see was Jane's face hovering over mine. Her rod was beginning to
explore. I let her bang against me several times before I reached down,
squeezed the almost rigid shaft, and guided it in.



  The shaft began to burrow into my hole, swelling as it did. My pelvic
bones were being pushed apart by the warm object.



  "Take it easy lover, make it last," I cooed.



  Jane was sliding in and out of me in a beautiful rhythm that could have
been set to music. each time the head slid along my canal a thrill of joy
shot through me. I saw us as one body moving in time to unheard music,
while the delights of heaven flowed through me. We were graceful and
langorous. The world had fallen away again, leaving only the two of us. I
rocked up and down, content to canter like this forever. My female body
floated above a a flown strewn path beside a rippling lagoon as we
continued to blend and move apart to blend again.



  Jane's hold on my shoulders was becoming firmer. I tightened the muscles
inside my pussy and increased the pace. She slammed into me hard, and the
big shaft gave my canal a sudden outward push. At the instant of
ejaculation I looked at her face. She had been transported into some far
away land of pure bliss. I loved her with an intensity that I had never
achieved as a man. I put my arms around her and squeezed as hard as I could
while my pussy squeezed the last drop of sperm from her balls.



  "See kitten," Jane said, "you've finally made the supreme adoration of
yourself. You've made a man very happy. It's the moment that all women live
for. Now you truly know how it feels to be a woman."



  In my mind I knew that she was right. I knew now that women live only to
give love and be loved. All else is unimportant to them, and if the
ingredient of love is not a part of their life, they lead a meaningless and
unhappy life.



  We dressed and slipped back into the kitchen.



  After a little conversation I took a shower and donned a simple pink gown
for bed.



  Then next morning when I awoke the house was quiet. Jane must have left.
I wandered into the kitchen found the eggs in the 'fridge and fried one,
then remembered to make some toast. Jane had left some coffee in the pot
and, as I sat down to eat with the morning sunshine splashing over the
walls, I felt anxious. I was beginning to get way to comfortable living
Jane's life. I had to see my doctor, maybe he could help.



  I munched the toast and sighed. No matter how great a female climax was,
being a girl just wouldn't work. I stuck out my hand to see if it was
shaking. It stayed out before me steady as you please, with the long red
fingernails at the end of slim fingers. I'd have to figure some way to get
back into my real body. I got up from the table and went into the bedroom.



  Girl's underthings were no longer any mystery to me. With all the
practice I'd had the last weeks, and I had sure watched Jane getting
dressed plenty of times before that. I pulled open Jane's dresser drawer
and took out a pair of panties. I pulled off the baby doll nightie and
stepped into a pair of lacy briefs, then pulled out a pair of panty hose.
They slid on over my smooth shaven legs without any trouble. After thinking
for a moment I snapped a bra around my waist, then put my hands through the
loops and slid it up as high as it would go. It was trapped under my over-
sized tits until I pulled them out and pulled the cups up over them. There
had to be an easier way to put on a bra. The rest was easy. Even though the
blouse buttoned in th back I found that I could easily reach around and
touch the center of my back. The black pants were tight, but made of a
stretch material that made me look as if someone had spray-painted me black
from the waist down. I couldn't find any flat heeled shoes, Jane must have
tossed all hers once I became her. I reluctantly pulled on a pair of black
pumps with a 3 1/2 inch heel. I then picked a light blue jacket from the
closet, dabbed experimentally with the lipstick and then wiped it off.
Without it I looked innocent, wide-eyed, and very pretty.



  A gentle breeze was blowing as I walked smoothly into my heels toward the
address of Dr. Weinstock. The wind fanning my hair away from my face. I
noticed the men driving by whipping their necks around to get another look
at me. Two stopped and offered me a ride, diner, anything I wanted. I
sighed inwardly, knowing what my looks and body were doing to those men.
Heaven knows that I used to enjoy the thrill of looking at a gorgeous,
sexy, woman.



  The offices of Dr. Weinstock were in the old brownstones built in the
mid-fifties. non of that chrome and glass stuff for him. I walked into the
waiting room and noticed that he had changed nurses since my last visit.
This one was a real looker. A buxom brunette, her hair was fluffed out in a
frame that enclosed two wide, and strangely wise eyes. A generous mouth,
liberally coated with a soft pink lipstick accentuated her angular face.



  "Good morning." She spoke in a low registered voice. She sounded bored.



  "Good morning." I said. "Could I see Dr. Weinstock?"



  "You have an appointment?" Again, the deep voice. If I had not been
looking at the gorgeous figure in front of me I would have thought that I
was talking to a man.



  I shook my head negatively.



  "I don't see how," she said. "Did another Doctor refer you?"



  "I'm an old patient of Doctor Weinstock." I explained.



  "I don't see how, you're not old, and Doctor Weinstock only has male
patients. You're not a man."



  My face got red. "I used to be." I admitted softly.



  She looked at me more intently and whistled."No kidding? I'll be
damned..so did I!"



  I couldn't speak, suddenly I realized that my mouth was hanging open. I
closed it. it was like a delayed reaction. Suddenly it dawned on me. She
used too be a man. Questions were on my lips, but before I could speak she
continued.



  She shook her head. "Tell me who did your surgery. I thought I was a good
looking TS, but you could give me points and still win! You must have  been
a VERY femme man to have turned out this good!" she said, eyeing my round
hips, small waist and abundant bosom that was rising and falling with each
nervous breath that I took.



  "No, no," I said hastily, "I didn't have an operation, my mind was
transfered with my wife's!"



  She stood up and put her hands on her ample hips. "Is that so? Are you a
girl now or a man?"



  "I'm a girl alright, that's what I want to see the doctor about."



  She nodded and walked out from behind her little desk, and I saw she was
really built. I wondered if she had also had implants or if it was just
hormones. She circled around me, examining me as if I were a side of beef.
Finally she nodded again.



  "You sure are a girl. Now tell me again what you want to see the doctor
for."



  "Look," I said, "I'm not a nut case any more than you are for wanting to
become a girl. I have suffered a case of hysterical transference and would
like to see Dr. Weinstock. There is no one else here at this moment. Are
you going to tell me that I can't see him, or do I just barge in?" My tone
must have carried some hint of unlady-like masculinity. She stepped back
with a new air of respect. even though her feet were a little large, her
legs still looked long and lovely.



  "You can see the Doctor. What is your name?"



  "Howard Barker." I said.



  She backed away another step and seemed somewhat wary of me.



  "Do we have your records Mr. Barker?"



  "No," I sighed. My large chest heaved and my eyes began to water. She
must think that I'm a wreck! "I'm not Howard any more. I'm Jane Barker, my
wife." I began to sob and hated myself for it. "Please tell him that I need
to see him!" I choked out between sobs.



  "Alright Honey," she said quickly. She put her hand against my arm.
"Don't get all shook. I still don't know what happened to you, but it
obviously is causing you alot of trauma. I'll tell him that you are here."
She bent down and softly spoke into an intercom, then straightened up. "You
may go in now." She said softly in her low voice.



  Doc Weinstock looked just about as he had the last time that I had saw
him, at my annual check-up almost a year ago. He watched me as I crossed
the space between the door and his desk and sat down in the hard chair.



  "Well, what can I do for you Mrs. Barker?"



  "You can tell me how I got to be Mrs. Barker." I replied directly.

  His craggy brows went up just a fraction. "I guess you must have been
born that way. It's in your DNA."



  "But it's not my DNA. It's my wife's." I leaned forward, my bra holding
my breasts back against gravity. "My name is Howard Barker. I'm an old
patient of yours. You have treated me ever since puberty."



  He kept his cool, although a faint smile began to tug at the corners of
his mouth. I felt an urgency to make him understand.



  "I can tell you things that only I would know. If I did, would you
believe me?" He lifted his shoulders to shrug an unspoken answer to my
question.



  "About three years ago I came in here with a knee injury. You examined me
and found that the synovial fluid was drained out. You operated on me at
King's Hospital, and now, my knee is as good as new. Only now, my wife has
it, and I have her's."



  I was watching his face and saw the eyebrows raise in suprise.



  "Only we could have known that," I concluded. "Now, do you believe me?"



  " I'm afraid not Jane." He said slowly. "You see, your husband told you.
That's how you knew. Tell my why you feel that you are Howard."



  "I spread my beautiful hands out. I'm not saying that I'm Howard. I said
that I was Howard. There's a difference. I've read about hysterical
transferrence, and I know that if a person believes that something has
happened, it doesn't mean that it hasn't. Some people have deep feelings of
guilt and wake up to find that they are paralyzed."



  "Mrs. Barker," he said, "you've been reading too many books on
psychiatry. I've read a few in my day, and even though I am a medical
doctor, I don't call myself a psychiatrist. Nor am I a mystic. You're
asking me to believe that your male 'soul' has been moved into a female
body, and I can't."



  "You're trying to say that I'm crazy." I could feel the tears welling up
again.



  "I'm telling you that you are a healthy young woman with some kind of
fixation on her husband." he said in a kind tone. He leaned forward,
scribbled on a pad, tore off the page and handed it to me. "Dr. Masters is
a good man. He'll help you with this little problem."



  There was no use arguing with him. I could see that he might listen
politely, but he would never believe me. Dumbly, I took the slip of
outstretched paper. The Doctor stood up and stretched his hand out.



  "Good Luck."



  I shook his hand and walked out. The nurse had kicked open the bottom
drawer and put her feet up so that her uniform dress allowed a tantalizing
glimpse of her shapely thighs. I stopped at her desk.



  "How much do I owe you?"



  "That's Ok," she said. "the doctor never charges for casual
consultations."



  I must have looked miserable. She got up, and walked me to the door. As
we neared it, she whispered to me.



  "Listen Honey, I'm not a doctor, but I've got experience. I've been there
before, you're just to damned pretty to be going through what's bothering
you, which any woman can identify in a minute."



  "What's that?"



  "S-E-X," she spelled in her deep voice. "You're going through the whim-
whams over having a healthy woman's sexual appetite. All you have to do is
find a man, lean back, and let him do what comes naturally. I know the
symptoms. I know that just after my operation I couldn't wait to wrap my
new pussy around a big dick. I went nuts until I found a stud that could
give me a good reaming!", she winked.



  "Thanks, I take that in consideration." I said dryly.



  So that was that. I tossed the slip of paper into the gutter and waved
for a cab. Obviously I was going to have to remain a girl. I took a deep
breath and tried to think of all the advantages. I was young. I was
beautiful. And being a good judge of feminine pulchritude, I was very, very
sexy. As the cab dropped me off I noticed that Jane was back. Our Trans Am
was back in the garage.



  The last weekend of Jane's vacation was over and it was time to go back
to work. Apprehension and anxiety filled my thoughts. How was i going to
handle the job? How was I going to handle Jane's co-workers?



  Monday morning I dressed slowly. Jane had suggested a shirtwaist dress,
to minimize my expanded bosom.



  "I am sure that there will be alot of raised eyebrows at the office when
you waltz in there with these pontoons!" She said with a smile as she
painfully tweaked one protruding nipple.



  The dress was light blue, belted around my small waist. I wore dark blue
nylons and navy blue high heeled pumps. The skirt was rather short as were
all of Jane's skirts, but it was rather full and I wore a petticoat under
it, so even though it showed alot of leg it would be easy to keep my
panties covered. I tied a dark blue scarf around my neck and Jane insisted
that I wear some rings and jewelry to match the earrings that were thrust
through my pierced ears.



  With make-up carefully applied and my hair curled and styled Jane and I
left for the office. Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I slid into the car,
arranged my full skirts around me and planted my high heeled pumps on the
floor as the car lurched off for what I figured to be my execution.