Getting Even

Jean becomes a man

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	I had four friend’s when I was 11 years old that we did 
everything together so when we
became curious about girls and talked about the difference between 
girls and boys as we thought
we knew the facts,  and as one of the four was a girl we tried to 
get Jean a tom boy that was more
of a boy than any of the rest of us to strip for us but she 
wouldn’t.   We promist everything we
could think of but she just became more resistant until Mac just 
grabbed her loose fitting pants
and pulled them down past her knees.  When she started to pull her 
pants back up the rest of us
held them down and pulled her tee shirt over her head just as a 
joke to start with then like a pack
of dogs smelling the kill we couldn’t stop.

	This went on for 10 or 15 minutes before she became too 
tied to fight and naked with four
boys holding her down spread eagle looking at everything she had 
when Mac said this isn’t right
she has a prick,  and it did looked like a prick and it became 
almost as hard and long as mine but
no balls and she had a slit between her legs and a hole that my 
finger slipped into.  This gave her
energy and she jumped up and grabbed her clothes and ran home. We 
thought that we would be in
trouble when she told on us but for some reason she didn’t tell,  
but she wouldn’t talk or have
anything to do with any of us and this hurt because we had been 
like brothers sense we were little
until she moved to another town when her parents died in a car 
accident and she moved to live
with an aunt and uncle in another town.  But the site of her sex 
stayed with me and when I
thought of a pussy I thought of a clit the size of a prick and when 
I saw a boy pissing I thought of
her and became horny so it became local knowledge that I was a 
queer.

	Sense it was a small town my father couldn’t take the 
ribbing from his friends after a few
years and left me with a mother that didn’t care as long as I 
cleaned the house.  She would even
introduce me as her good little daughter that does such a good job 
cleaning the house to her
boyfriends and tell them that I was a queer for boys so they had to 
watch out she didn’t want to
loose them to me,  This would become worse when she was drinking 
too much.  In my senior
year I was placed with distant relatives while she was drying out 
but when she was released she
didn’t pick me up so my aunt told me if I was staying I would have 
to start school and my mother
had told her I would clean her house to pay for my room,  When I 
resisted being her slave she
gave me a wicked grin and she asked;  do you need for me to buy you 
some dresses for the house
work?  Perhaps she said we should call you Cinderella,  I think my 
two daughters will enjoy not
having to clean the house for a while.   I knew they would they 
were lazy and would delight in
tormenting me with there mothers permission.

	My first day at school was a shock, Jean was standing at 
admissions just in front of me but
she didn’t look like she liked the idea of seeing me again and 
tried to move over to another desk
and all though the day she avoided me so when I found her in a 
place she couldn’t get away I
asked her if she still hated me for what happened  when we were 11 
and asked her to forgive me
that I never told anyone about what her as I was too embarrass 
about what I had done to her. 
After some thought she said we could try to start over.  I had felt 
lost without her friendship sense
I hadn’t had a friend for years and I had always felt I could say 
anything to Jean.

	After a couple of months Jean had seen the way I was living 
with my aunt and told me she
was having the same problem with her aunt,  she was wanting her to 
take female hormones to
stop her clit from growing and the doctor had found that she also 
had testicles that hadn’t
dropped and her aunt wanted everything male removed sense she had 
lived the life of a girl but
she had always felt like a boy and wanted male genitalia but how 
was she going to change all of
her records to show male instead of female without a lot of 
questions.   That’s when we came up
with the plan that I would take the hormones and when the school 
year ended we would change
birth certificates and drivers license,  The hard part was learning 
how to write like her,  I didn’t
know girls wrote different and how to train my voice to change on 
command to sound like Jean.

	Jeans parents had left her very well off and could afford a 
nice place in another city with a
job as a male and me as her wife.  Everything was going great until 
one day Jean came home and
said that she wanted a more normal life where she could screw her 
wife not just get a blow job
from a man in a dress.  This crushed me;  What could I do to make 
her (him) happy he was my
hole life.   A couple of days latter Jean came home and told me 
that he had a appointment set up
for me at the doctors office and that she knew everything but if I 
didn’t agree to go I could pack
my bags and leave.  Of course I went to see the doctor and was 
supprized that she was so easy to
talk to about how we were living and told her I would do anything 
Jean wanted he is my husband
and I will do whatever makes him happy.   She said it took her 
husband three years before he
would do anything she told him without question.  As we talked 
about cooking she had me strip
and examined me for head to foot and called in a nurse to help her 
but she must not have been
told before hand because she gasped when she saw my prick but 
recovered quick when the doctor
gave her a hard look and said Fran;   put HER in the stirrups which 
made the nurse smile and she
said oh! can I help with this one I don’t have anything to do 
tonight then helped me scoot down
so my butt was at the edge to the table and put my knees in the 
stirrups.

	After the doctor had given me a total exam she told Fran to 
give me something to relax
me and prep me.  I was going to ask prep me for what but the doctor 
left the room as she said it
and I didn’t have a chance and Fran wouldn’t say she just smiled 
and said I would have to ask the
doctor when she returned but when she came back I was lucky just to 
stay awake but I could feel
Fran pulling on my prick and balls and thought Jean wouldn’t like 
her doing that and I hope she
don’t find out because she is a bit of a prude and started to laugh 
and wasn’t able to stop.  When
the doctor came back in and said she had just talked to Jean and 
she wanted us to do a total
emasculation and feminazation so she will be able to have a 
complete wife with vagina.  My
drugged mind thought castration you want to castrate me?  I tried 
to get up but nothing worked
and all I could say was no please no,  Fran said; don’t worry we 
will put what we don’t need into
a jar, oh by the way Jean said for me to ask you how does it feel 
to want to pull your pants up but
you can’t you have to let people do what they want because you are 
powerless.

	When everything was ready the doctor placed herself between 
my legs and said you will
feel some pain but not much,   I hope you used this thing all that 
you wanted because Jean said
not to let you come.  Now this is your last chance to stop the 
operation all you have to do is say
stop.  I tried so hard to say stop but Fran had given me an extra 
shot and doctor Vicky knew it
and was just laughing at me and said what a shame this looks like a 
nice prick I’m about to cut off
and started cutting up the center and telling me and the vhs camera 
what she was doing. Vicky
said that it was a training tape but I think she was going to sell 
it on the black market.  After she
scraped the inside of my prick out to make me a vagina she opened 
my bag and took the testicles
out and talked about what they looked like and once they were 
removed I would be lucky to have
an orgasm though penetration but  my husband was willing to take 
that chance and I felt each nut
being tied and cut.   I must have past out when I heard her say 
that’s the last one he’s castrated,  
When I woke up Jean was there and told me I wasn’t a queer anymore 
and in a few weeks we
would try out that new hole I have now.