What do you think of the picture? Have I become a pretty woman? The story begins much earlier when I was a man. Well, man

It has been 3 weeks that I have not had sex with Kate. I feel humiliated. It doesn’t even have to be for me anymore. It’s obvious that way. I don’t matter. I may assist her in everything, but sex is not one of them. I don’t insist anymore, either. She doesn’t feel like it. I wait for her to come up with it. That’s waiting until I’m blue in the face, but I’m not going to insist anymore. I’ve been frustrated so many times. This afternoon I saw myself in the toilet. Suddenly it was very clear to me. It’s not a big deal either. That little worm between my legs isn’t much. Hardly stiff enough and not capable of anything. My wife doesn’t come on it. I get that. I’m going through a deep depression. Man, what a bummer this is. Two inches in full, never realized that someone else has twice as much when they’re flaccid. It’s killing me. Never mind. It’s nothing done, fortunately, I make the transformation to woman. Having sex is something for real men with large genitals. Taking charge. Make your woman want for more. Waiting for you with her legs open! I’ll never experience that again. I know she goes loose with someone else, suddenly I don’t mind anymore. In the opposite case, I would do the same. Take someone you’re full of. For Kate, that’s one George. A not unsympathetic South African.

How lucky it is that he came into our lives. Someone who takes her mercilessly without scruples that she is actually married. From me she can, she deserves it. I myself am not capable of making her tremble. It doesn’t live between my legs, I’m as impotent as can be. I’ve tried everything. Viagra, penis pumps, creams. Nothing works and I’m done with it. I went to India for therapy. There they explained things to me. I have to adjust my target level and see if I can make the best of it by letting go of my traditional sexuality, acceptance is the name of the game. I am not man enough and will not become one. My hormonal balance has changed. I’d better change course while others can still use me. In my fantasy, my wife is not only fucked by George but by at least two big black men and she screams that she wants more. She then thanks me for allowing her to do this. But I should be thanking her. She doesn’t know that I can’t do anything else. Nor do I want more. I’m so glad she feels free with George. And also that there are no hard feelings about my presence. I am still her husband, married to Kate.

Secretly, I call out….please fuck her for me. I myself can’t do it, but let me enjoy my wife enjoying someone else, for God’s sake. Kate meets up with George a lot. He’s a good fuck. He’s a surgeon at the hospital, and a good one too. When he’s there to fuck my wife, I sit in a chair next to the bed. She is anything but sneaky! My little worm doesn’t do much. Doesn’t get stiff. With two cock rings, I attach a vibrator to it so the vibrating part presses on my glans. Mostly it stays limp, but still, I feel some excitement when it lasts long enough and I can look at Kate and George. With a limp cock, I then sometimes ejaculate. That’s nice. The last time, George laughed at me with it. He suggested it would be better to have it surgically removed. That wouldn’t be much trouble. Maybe I could change sex. See if they could make a nice pussy out of my ball sacks. Empty out my penis and put my glans in the place of a clitoris.

George explained to me. The only thing they leave is your cock head. At least then I could learn to enjoy sex in pairs again, but it would mean that I would have to learn to love men. Hormones could help with that. To change your feelings. I seem crazy for considering it. But this is also nothing done! What are you supposed to do with a two-inch cock, either? Most men wouldn’t mind taking me there, anally or vaginally. I could imagine myself as Kate’s sister. George is right. I ejaculate with a limp cock, if I cum at all. Usually, it’s an embarrassment and I just watch. It’s done nothing, my sexuality is reduced to trying to please someone else. George has figured it out. He doesn’t see me for full. Flirts with Kate under my very eyes. Do not ask permission from me in any way to fuck.

Fucks her at will. I don’t mind. Kate is proud of George’s attention. He compliments her and makes her feel good. She is increasingly open to him. Reacts enthusiastically when she is pinched in her buttocks or when George disappears into her thong with his finger along her navel. She has already become completely used to this. She has long since stopped feeling uncomfortable because of my presence. Even when the two of them take a bath. Heating on and drinking a glass of wine together. If they are short of something they ask me to get it. They dry each other off openly. Kate gently dabs his glans. Carefully they then fuck each other and give me instructions on how they want it to go. Never are they unkind to me, it must be said.

But they don’t see me as full. They never ask my permission anymore when they do it together. It used to happen before. But I’m glad for Kate that she doesn’t have to go through life sexless like me. George sleeps in our bed. A spacious double bed. I have to get up early and I often see them intertwined. Kate never did that to me. I slide out of bed so as not to wake them. Set the table with some sandwiches, spreads and fresh juice. Put a kettle on the fire so it’s hot, boil some eggs. Then I turn everything off and head out the door. This afternoon when I got home, I found them busy early. I went downstairs to fold the laundry and busied myself with dinner. George came over to me. He wanted to talk to me. He objected to my walking around the house as a man, and sleeping in their bed. He suggested that I start wearing women’s clothes at home.

Take hormones to get breasts and to make sure my little pecker would get even smaller. When it shriveled up to a clit he would ask a friendly surgeon to remove my prostate and cut my balls out of my scrotum so my scrotum could serve as a sheath. So said, so done. Kate agreed. They had discussed it with each other. Some time passed, but the transformation went well. I had hardly had any pain. I got a nice pussy after everything was repaired. With laser treatment, I am now stopping my beard growth so I don’t have to shave anymore. I feel more and more like a woman, but I still miss my cock. In six weeks, George has promised to fuck me.

Kate is okay with that. Strangely, I look forward to that. Sometimes it doesn’t even have to be for me anymore. It’s obvious that way. I don’t matter. I get to assist everyone in everything, but a fuck is not yet one of them. I don’t push. I wait until he comes up with it. Wait until I’m blue in the face, but I’m not going to insist. This afternoon I saw myself in the toilet. It’s better this way. That little worm between my legs wasn’t much. Because of all the hormones, my glans is now as small as a real clit. It’s worked up, which is really cleverly done. I don’t dare sit on it so much yet. Maybe it’s capable of nothing. My wife doesn’t come on lesbian sex. I get that. I’m getting off on it. Forget it. It’s not done. Having sex is something for real men. Taking charge. Make your woman want for more. Waiting for you with her legs open! I’ll never see the like again. I hope she’ll let go. I’m not her husband anymore.

In my fantasy, I’m fucked by others and scream that I want more. To be taken by two guys together with Kate. She thanks me afterward for allowing her to do this. But I should be thanking her. She doesn’t know I can’t do otherwise. Secretly, I keep shouting…..please fuck her for me. I myself can’t do it, but let me enjoy my wife enjoying someone else for God’s sake. Kate meets up with George a lot. He’s a good fuck. I sit in a chair next to him. My pussy doesn’t do much yet. Doesn’t get wet. Not much happens between my legs. Doesn’t get wet. I don’t feel any excitement. . With a vibrator, I try to feel… But it’s mostly George and Kate who are attracted to me. I am their private property.

Still, I feel some excitement when it goes on long enough, and I can look at Kate and George. That’s nice. It would be better to be fucked properly for once. Seeing if my pussy is working properly. Emptying my penis and putting my glans in the place of a clitoris was a thingy, but went remarkably easily. It should have been quite an operation, but it didn’t bother me at all. I need to learn to enjoy sex in pairs again. Most men wouldn’t mind taking me there, anally or vaginally. I could imagine myself as Kate’s sister I learn to suck on Kate’s dildo. I learn to make feminine noises. I also scream that I want to be taken harder and that I will cum.

Go on, go on. They are still empty phrases, but I will need them later if I want to please a man. George is right. I cum with a squirming clit. It’s done nothing, my sexuality has been reduced to trying to please another. It has been 6 weeks that we have not had sex. I feel humiliated. It doesn’t even have to be that way for me anymore. It’s obvious that way. I don’t matter. I get to assist in everything, but there’s no fucking around. I don’t push anymore. I wait until he comes up with it. This afternoon I saw myself in the toilet. It looks pretty good. I feel liberated from that little worm between my legs that didn’t function and wasn’t capable of anything. My wife never came on it. I understand that. I myself got off on it. I hated sex.

It was nothing done. Getting done with something small and always something limp between your legs and then struggling. Never by fucking, but always with a lot of fuss, jerking off, vibration and so on. Having sex is something for real men. Taking charge. Making your wife crave for more. Waiting for you with her legs open! I’ll never see that again. I hope she gets off on George or whoever. Someone, she’s full of. George or a big black man. Someone who takes her mercilessly with no qualms that she is actually married. She can have it from me. I myself am incapable of making her tremble. It never lived between my legs, I was as impotent as a 100-year-old. I myself was not man enough. In my fantasy, my wife is fucked by at least two big black men and screams that she wants more. She thanks me afterward for allowing her to do this. But I should be thanking her. She doesn’t know that I can’t do otherwise.

Secretly, I keep shouting ………please fuck her for me. Give her whatever, I would let my wife enjoy a real cock from someone else. Kate meets up with George a lot. He’s good at fucking. I sit in a chair next to them but still feel some excitement when it goes on long enough and I can watch Kate and George. It seems like I cum sometimes. That’s nice. George was right. I finished with a limp cock if such a thing could have that name. It had done nothing, my sexuality had been reduced to trying to please another. George came over to me. He had spoken to Kate. She no longer wanted me in the house as a man. I had to take hormones, grow tits. George had a surgeon friend who cut open my scrotum, took out my balls and sliced my penis lengthwise.

My head of penis he turned inside out and acted as a clitoris, my clit functioning properly. I had taken vacation time and was going to start in another job. I recovered well from the surgery. I felt good. I did not look unattractive. Kate and George helped me act like a woman. Kate helped me with the movements and George with the sexuality. Two months he waited with that. He slapped my buttocks and made advances at me. I learned to be touched and also how to suck him and let him into my pussy. My voice had gotten higher and I barely had any beard growth. I had to get used to the fact that I had become a woman. Because in my head I was still a man. Fortunately, I no longer had to maintain erections.

Making love alone with a man was not my cup of tea. Every night we practiced, because just like any woman I had to love fucking and be able to say the right stimulating words. To make it easier for me, Kate fucked me every night with a strap-on and I could suck it too. Until George took over and the real work began. The love between me and Kate is still there. We fuck the same man, wear each other’s clothes and also go shopping together. Slowly I learned to get used to my new life. Through a blind date organized by George, I got to know a man.

This one fucked me with lust and didn’t even realize that I had once been a man and was actually still married more Kate He was sweet. I had no trouble at all with feeling gay. Things were getting better and better. Kate and I sleep separately now. She no longer wants George to fuck me. Sometimes I manage to seduce him, that’s our secret. Kate should forgive me, I think. For convenience, we are still married and I still love her in a way. I do go to clubs, sometimes even a gangbang with three or four men. They don’t know that I’ve been a man too. Sometimes I feel like a whore. Sometimes I want to feel like a whore. Men pay for drinks for me. Also, try to get me drunk sometimes. I’m getting better at the sexual game and getting good at it.