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Ive always wanted a cock. Ever since I was a little girl, and I saw a friends dick while we were out swimming, Ive wanted to have one to hold and to play with. Throughout puberty, my desire diminished slightly as my body grew. My feminine curves and luscious breasts, for a while, at least, seemed to compensate for my decidedly feminine genitalia. But then I actually got to being intimate with boys touching their cocks, jerking them off, sucking their cocks. My own masturbation never seemed like as much fun as having a dick to stroke would have been. As a teenager, I discovered something else about myself which I associated with my desire for a penis I was a lesbian. I experimented with boys, but I soon found that the soft, feminine curves of a girl, their long hair, bouncy breasts and innocent eyes were much more of a turn-on. And their dickless crotches See, Id look at a womans crotch and think of my own, then think of having a dick there, poking out, whichd make me wet, then Id think of having an erection, which would then make me even more wet then Id have to go off and masturbate, I was so horny, and then Id get to thinking of jerking my own dick off, and Id cum. Then Id get to thinking about cum flowing out of my imaginary dick, and it hardly stopped. Let me just clear this up: Ive never actually wanted to be a man. I like my female body. I like my breasts, I like wearing womens clothes, I like my long hair, I even like my cunt. I just wish I had a dick, poking out between my labia lips, instead of my tiny clit. I imagine myself wearing the sexy panties and thongs I do, and seeing my dick poking out over the edge. God that turns me on. When I squat down to pee, I think about standing up and peeing through a cock, and sometimes even that makes me horny. When I went to University, I met Clarice a beautiful female with short, dark hair, pouting lips, perfect breasts, brown eyes and no dick. She was also a lesbian, and the first girl Id had a proper, long-term sexual relationship with. Id lie there with her licking my pussy out, her hands stroking my breasts, and think of her sucking me off, sucking my cock instead of biting my clit. When I touched her soft pussy myself, and fingered her until she came, Id imagine mounting her and fucking her until we both came. It drove me wild, and I always orgasmed. For the longest time, Clarice thought it was just her. One night she had us playing a truth game. I asked her how many guys shed been with. She told me one. She asked me mine, I told her just one sexually, but Id been intimate with about five. I asked her if she liked it, being fucked with a cock. She admitted she did, but was more attracted physically towards women. She asked me what I fantasized about. I paused, and drew in a deep breath. Whats the matter? She asked. Is it dirty? Kinda I admitted. I was worried about her reaction, but the game was to tell the truth. I love you. I said. I love you too. Theres nothing you cant tell me, no matter how weird it might be. Im in love with you. She smiled, and her smile melted my heart and my fear. I wish more than fantasies, but it is a sexual fantasy I wish I had a penis. There, it was out. She looked shocked for a minute, then grinned. She leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips. I enjoyed the feel of breasts against mine through our clothes, and the sweet sensation of nothing between our legs which got me to thinking about cock, and I was horny. That is kinda kinky, honey. She kissed my lips again. But kinda cute, too. Like everything else about you. Lets get naked, go into my bedroom and fuck each other senseless. Her breathing was heavy, and the movement of her chest aroused me further. Okay. I breathed. She led me into her room, and undressed me, careful to stroke me in all the right places, touch my breasts just softly enough, run her hand along my thigh just right. I did the same for her. We lay on the bed, top to tail, and licked at each others pussies until it brought us both to orgasm. As we lay side-by-side on the bed, she stroked my crotch, then spoke to me. You know, I can sort of imagine you with a cock. The rest of you, still so soft and feminine, then just down here, poking out, waiting for me, a penis. Mmmm, thats sexy. She had a wicked smile. I know what you mean, gorgeous. I said to her, kissing her lightly, But it can never be, no matter how much we both want it. Im a girl and I like being a girl. The medical service dont like half-measures. Well see. She said, and wouldnt talk anymore about it. The next day, she called me and said she had a present for me waiting at hers. When I got there, she led me into the bedroom. There was a box waiting on the bed with a pink ribbon tied around it. Open it. She said huskily. I could tell she was horny. I unwrapped the present, and took the lid off the box. Inside was a pink, twelve-inch strap-on dildo. I looked at her lovingly. Its a start. She said, and began to undress herself. Soon, she was naked. Then she started undressing me. I want to help you put it on. She said, as she undid my bra. I nodded assent. Together, we fixed the straps between my legs and around my thighs. Soon, I was a naked woman with an twelve-inch penis-shaped dildo between my legs. I looked down at myself and smiled in arousal. As shed said, it was better than nothing. Fuck me. She begged, climbing on to the bed. Please, you beautiful female with your soft breasts and long blonde hair and twelve-inch dick where there should be nothing, fuck me! I couldnt help myself any longer. Her naked, open cunt was soon filled with twelve inches of flesh-toned latex rubber. She screamed in pleasure as I fucked her, my breasts moving and flapping as I thrust myself into her. It was deeply arousing, to be fucking her as if I had a dick, but not entirely fulfilling. Still, I kept at it. I wanted to make her come with my dick. Her breasts moved with her hips and body and she swallowed my dildo into her cunt, and after about ten minutes, she came. Mmmm, good for me, She smiled as I rolled off of her, then pressed my breasts and still-adorned crotch against her. How was it for you. I smiled. It was great fun, and Im super-horny now, but its not enough. I wasnt fulfilled by it. I want to be able to feel pleasure through a penis, not just give it through a dildo. Im sorry, its a nice idea. A really nice idea. I love you. I kissed her, pressing my breasts against hers. Cheer up. I want to feel your come spurt into me as well. Like I said, its just a start. * We kept fucking with the dildo for quite a while. It was my present, so I kept it at home, and sometimes when I got horny Id try it on and look at myself in the mirror with a dick. But still, it wasnt enough for either of us. We both learned how to do come shots, to see if that would help with my ejaculation desire, but like the strap-on, that only did so much. I wanted a real dick of my own, with veins and foreskin. She didnt mind, and sometimes, when we were talking dirty, shed tell me how much she wished I had one too. It was nice to know that I wasnt alone, and that she was turned on by the idea of fucking a woman with a dick. A few months later, she asked me over again. Hey, sexy, She said as she opened the door, Theres someone here to see you. I looked in at her living room. Sitting on the sofa was a female, older than we were but still beautiful, wearing a white blouse and black trousers. She stood and greeted me. Teri, how nice to meet you. My name is Marianne. Doctor Marianne Hardy, of the London Institute for Gender Studies. Nice to meet you, too, Doctor Hardy. What can I do for you? I asked, taking a seat. The more pertinent question, my dear, is what can I do for you? She said, with a lop-sided smile. I have a confession to make. Clarice said. Im afraid Ive told Marianne all about your little fetish. It seems shes very sympathetic. I looked at her, then back at the Doctor. I was puzzled. What was going on? Teri, I know what youre thinking. Youre thinking youre the first woman, the only woman, to have the feelings you do. Doctor Hardy said. Youre not. In fact, its perfectly natural. Freud called it penis envy, but he missed the point. The extreme feelings you experience are more desire than envy you have no sexual need for a penis, other than your own for sexual fulfillment, but your natural attraction towards women coupled with a strong sense of femininity means youre not a true transsexual. She smiled. Am I right? I nodded. Shed just described exactly the way I felt. Dont worry. There is help to be had for you. The institute has dealt with hundreds of cases just like yours, including my own. Im now fully satisfied. She said, still smiling. How? I asked. I dont really want to undergo psychotherapy or drug treatments Id rather stay the way I am than lose these feelings. Dont worry, Im not proposing anything like that. Do you mind if I undress? She asked. I looked back at Clarice, perplexed. Go ahead, Doctor. She was grinning. Im sure Teri is dying to see what you have to show her. The doctor smiled, and undid her blouse, then removed it. She unzipped her trousers, and pulled them down, revealing lace panties that enclosed something more than a usual woman. I suddenly realized what she was showing me. She pulled down her panties. There, poking out from between her labia lips, was a fully formed penis, lying limp. I was astonished. She looked at the expression on my face and smiled. I can never resist on opportunity to show someone. She pulled her clothes back on. How? I asked. Does it work? Were you born like that? Where did you get it? Calm down. She said. Yes, it does work. Im sorry I dont have an erection right now. No, I wasnt born with it. I was excited, really excited. And very wet. How did you get it then? My organization deals in cases like yours on a regular basis. She began. At first, it was thought we could simply transplant the penises of transsexual males on to women like yourself and I. We did that for a long while, but gradually gender re-alignment techniques for male-female cases moved on and we could no longer use penises from transsexual men. So we found an alternative. What alternative? I was genuinely interested. Some countries in the world have particular punishments for sex-offenders. In many, its chemical castration or removal of the testes. However, in Slarakia, its removal of the penis. She looked at me, knowing realization was dawning in my eyes. We approached the Slarakian government and asked if we could establish a base of operations there, and instead of simply removing and destroying the penises of sex offenders, transplant them on to people like us. They said yes. Whats more, they view our activities as necessary to their justice system they actually pay us to do it! She could see my excitement. The only cost involved is your plane flight. So, how about it Teri? Do you want us to give you a cock? Yes! I said. I was hugely excited, aroused by the sight of the Doctors crotch and the thought of soon having a penis of my own. I thought youd say that. Clarice said, stroking my hair. Ive already booked a flight out there an early birthday present for you. I love you so much! I told her and turned to kiss her. There are a few formalities. The doctor said. Youll need to sign some documents, and theres the matter of the donor, but Slarakia is quite a large nation, with some quite draconian sex laws. Youll have a penis in no time. * We flew out to Slarakia a few days later, checked into the hotel, and then went straight to the hospital where we were met by a dark-skinned female nurse. This way please. She said, in a heavy accent. We need to take some blood samples first. Blood samples proved to be a thorough check of my entire health status. Fortunately, Id always had regular check-ups with my GP, and passed easily. Now, the nurse said, We do have a suitable organ to add to you. Well need to check you in overnight. Your partner can stay here with you if she so desires. I nodded. Youll need to have a full anesthetic for the operation, so no food or drink Im afraid. I nodded again. A Doctor will be along in a few hours to more fully explain the operation. Sign here please. I signed. To my surprise, the doctor who eventually visited my hospital bed was a male. Ms Teri Lough? How nice to meet you. He said, again in a thick Eastern European accent. Im Doctor Yumchek. Im here to explain to you the operation you will soon have. Please go ahead. I said. Clarice was there, holding my hand. Very well. We will take the penis of an emasculated man in your case, one Hans Gertler, conviction rape. We will then remove your clitoris and part the lips of your labia. Your urethra will be connected to the urethra of the penis. We will then attach the nerve endings of your clitoris to the penis, and also attach blood vessels in your genitalia to your new genitalia. When all is done, you will have your own working penis. He smiled, and smoothed his trousers out around his crotch. Unlike me. It was then that I noticed the lack of bulge where his genitals should have been. Do not worry, I volunteered for this operation- I was in much a similar position to yourself. The risks, I take it, have been explained to you? I nodded. Doctor Hardy had explained those back at home. Good. You understand we will keep you catheterized for a few days, and then about two weeks provided you apply our cream, will be fully healed and working. I nodded, smiling. Then I will leave you two alone. See you tomorrow, Ms Lough. Clarice had begun stroking my hair, and her hand was moving lower. I want to finger you. She said. One last time, to say goodbye to this She pinched my clit. Do whatever you want. I said, smiling in pleasure. Soon, Ill have something much more impressive down there. * The operation was a complete success, and we flew back after a week. Another week later, we visited Dr Hardy at the London branch of the Institute for a check-up. Youre good to go. She said, smiling. In fact, Id say youve already had your first erection, eh? I nodded. It had been whilst kissing Clarice, and she had noticed. Well, you can remove the catheter completely now. Youre more than capable of peeing standing up. Also, I have some literature for you. We have a support group, for women like you whove had this operation. I smiled and thanked her. At last, my crotch was fully adorned. That night I told Clarice what the doctor had said. She started stroking my thigh. Then were ready? I nodded. Good. Im looking forward to your penis. I want to jerk you, suck you, ride you my little man-girl. I liked the term. After all, I was a girl with a manhood. I still had my pussy hole, and when she talked to me like that it still got wet. My erection was more notable, however. We stripped and went into the bedroom. I stood in front of her mirror, checking out my newly adorned crotch. Perfectly feminine face. Perfectly feminine chest. Perfectly feminine all the way to my hips, then when you looked at my crotch, my labia lips were wedged open by the huge, twelve-inch erection I had. I grinned at the thought that my penis was now in much better hands than its previous owner, and was surprised to find myself aroused at the idea that he would live the rest of his life in frustration. Clarice squeezed my buttock, then reached around to where my erect cock waited for her. She grabbed hold of it, now perfectly attached to me, and began to jerk me off. I cried out as I felt my first sexual pleasure through my penis, a pleasure that soon rose in intensity to become orgasm. Female cum juice spurted out from it, and Clarice rushed to lick the end of my cock. I lay back on the bed and let her go to work, sucking and licking on my dick. She licked the entire shaft, then played inside the foreskin, all the while caressing my breasts. Then she licked down the length of it and went to my cunt, for a while fucking me like a lesbian, then back to my male part, licking and sucking. I orgasmed into her mouth again, and she kissed me, sending my cum back for me to try. Are you ready? She asked. For what? I said. To lose your virginity of course. I love the feel of my cock against her own, still feminine crotch. Yes. I moaned as she stroked my manhood, then mounted me. Riding me like a horse, I could see her breasts rise and fall as I penetrated her, moving in and out of her womanhood with my own erect manhood. She grinned in pleasure. I love you, man-girl. She said. I stroked her arse with my hands. I love you too, dickless. I smiled, then cried out, as we came together. * Its been two years since I had my cock now. I dont regret it in the slightest. Im still with Clarice, and Ive got everything I wanted out of having the operation. I can urinate standing up, my penis does poke out of my underpants when Im hard, which happens a lot when Clarice is around, and I just generally feel more fulfilled. One of the nicest things is the feeling of being neither male nor female, but both. I love my curvy body, my long blonde hair, my tight arse and wet cunt, my long legs and round hips, and most of all, my long, hard, cock. |