Tried to change back

You realized that Alexa wasn't the real you. In reality you were a boy, not a busty blond shemale. So you went to Dr. Jackson and asked her to undo the surgery. On Thursday you underwent surgery. When you woke up the two huge mounds on your chest had vanished.

"I see you are finally awake." Dr. Jackson said as she came in to check on you.

"Did everything work?" You asked with a sore, deeper voice.

"Everything went without any complications." Dr. Jackson said. "I removed all implants, changed your voice box back and undid every shaping done at the last surgery."

"That sounds good." You said pleased that everything worked.

Dr. Jackson helped you sit up. As you did, you felt a familiar bounce on your chest and shoulder-long blond hair fell into your face. "What is this?" You asked as you looked down and saw you still had two mounds, yet smaller ones on your chest.

"As you asked, I undid the surgery. But that didn't mean you were going to look like a boy again." Dr. Jackson replied amused. "Over the last few month you had taken so many female hormones, that your body naturally turned into that of a girl."

"But I don't want to be a girl. I'm a boy." You protested.

"Sorry, but there is no helping it at the moment. Your meeting at school is in just a few hours." Dr. Jackson said.

"I'm not going. As long as I look like a girl I'm not going." You said not wanting to be seen like that.

"Girls?" Dr. Jackson called and a second later Rin, Amanda and Kyleen entered the room. "Seems like Alexa doesn't want to go out looking like a girl."

"Well, that can be helped." Amanda said and pulled her big penis out of her uniform, Rin did the same.

Seconds later both shemales were fucking you. Your body betrayed you by moaning like a girl in pleasure, just with a boys voice. After they had fucked you, it was Kyleens turn. She **** a pink string and bra and a pink sweater with bare midriff, as well as tight jeans on you. She then did your make-up and hair, leaving you looking like a young girl.

"I can't believe you did that to me." You nearly cried as you looked at your reflection.

"Now put on your heels and go. Your meeting is just an hour away." Dr. Jackson said with a smile.

You didn't wanted to go, but you knew you had ****. You quickly put on your 8 inch pink high heels, over the last two month you hadn't worn anything less, and left the hospital with Dr. Jackson, who drove you to your school. She made sure you entered the school.