In his 20’s, the serpentine tattoo on his cock looked like a cobra about to strike. In his 40’s, it looked more like an inchworm sleeping.

  Not to say Lee did not remain in very good shape 20 years after his graphic pet snake was laser-penned on his phallic pet snake. He was still trim and slim. His long shaved shapely legs were topped by a backside that any Playboy centerfold would have been proud of.

  In fishnets and stilettos – and nothing else – he indeed looked like a bad-assed bare-assed erotic model. From the back, a female model. From the front, a still young-looking tranny for every inch – even the shrunken snake was cute in its now sleepy display.

  Lee and his young boyfriend Tommy were very much in love. Tommy was the top, while Lee, so to speak, had risen to bottom. Tommy gave and Lee received. And happy they both were with this attitude between fucker and fuckee.

  Wee, wee, wee, Tommy often drove Lee all the way home.

  Yet.

  Lee looked longingly in the full-length mirror. His ass was oozing creamy cum and his mouth was similarly blessed. Oral and anal, Tommy always came and came. A BF loaded with loads is a fun person to have in and around.

  Yet.

  Lee gazed at his naked shapely shape. He knew his backside was perfect. He suddenly envisioned that his frontside could be perfect as well. How about some nice tit implants for Tommy to place a third load on? How about letting the time-shrunken snake finally shed its skin, traded for a custom-crafted pussy for load number four?

  So.

  At Thailand they landed, greeted on the tarmac by the limo sent from the progressive country’s very best SRS clinic. In it, they climbed. The ride passed by some great Asian scenery, but the two lovers were in lip-lock, excited together about what was to come – especially about what was about to come off.

  As the doctors and nurses held clip boards, taking notes, with a medical photographer snapping away, Lee displayed his naked self with a dance of pirouettes.

  Grabbed and prodded, the medical professionals agreed the ass was perfect as-is. Measured and massaged, the medical professionals agreed that 38 Double D’s would fit just fine at the tit coordinates of Lee’s trim frame.

  Then the little snake and worm were measured and massaged. The verdict on the dick is that maybe 10 years ago there would have been enough of it to reform into a vagina. But now…

  Tommy’s cock was measured and massaged. All the numbers were computer crunched. It was time to chat.

  Fortunately, the SRS clinic female nurses were all former men. They had shapely surprises under their short sexy skirts. Some of the surprises were surprises of absence rather than surprises of endowment.

  She cocks were cute. Crafted cunts were nice. But the there was nothing quite so cool as absolutely nothing. Feeling the nullos turned the BF’s hearts to jello. They saw, they stroked, they wanted.

  Standing now before the full-length mirror, Lee can see that his (her, now, I mean) full frontal is now fully perfect. Perfect face. Perfect tits (now dripping cum deposits of their own). Perfect legs. Perfect silky smooth nothingness between those perfect legs.

  Taking it all off had the effect of taking 20 years off Lee’s apparent age. Maybe there would be no cunt for this older man-now-woman, but now he had a new silk tapestry for snake tattoo number two.

  Tommy was now unloading way past two.