Sadie’s grafting appointment goes well. And then some.

When I finally fall asleep, I have dreams that are repeats of this past night’s activities. Licking at Sarah. Having her use my ponytails to guide me in pleasing her. Lying with her on top of me, her pussy staring at me open and wet. And of course, her constant teasing of my own privates without relief. After what felt like multiple sequences of Sarah controlling our coupling, I again find myself being pushed to my knees. I close my eyes waiting for her hands to grip my ponytails. When I finally feel her hands grip my hair, I open my eyes and instead of seeing Sarah holding me facing her pussy, I see a large, muscular black man with his long, thick, hard cock pointing right at me. He holds me tight enough that I can’t look up into his face, leaving me just staring at his hardness. From behind me I hear Sarah’s lust filled voice simply say “Suck” as the man starts pulling me closer and closer to his…

I wake with a start. Sarah’s arm is lying over me, holding me safely. I let out a few shuddering breaths and let the vivid dream fade away before looking at the clock and seeing that I only had a few more minutes of sleep anyway. Slipping quietly out of the bedroom as to not wake Sarah I go into the shower and get cleaned. I follow the procedure’s instructions and don’t use any lotions, moisturizers, or perfumes. Halfway through the shower I can tell that Sarah is up as I hear that tell tale click and the chastity cage falls free. I stop washing my face and immediately wash my privates, putting the cage back on once they’re clean and rinsed.

After I’m done with the shower and my hair is up into a single simple ponytail, I get dressed in a plain white cotton pair of panties, a simple purple tight skirt, a loose simple lavender princess vest, and some low purple heels. Stepping out into the kitchen I see that Sarah is having a light breakfast of grapefruit and coffee and hear my stomach growl, knowing I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything until after the procedure. Even watching her eat the tart grapefruit makes me regret not having something to eat last night.

Once Sarah has cleaned up her breakfast dishes she comes over to me and asks me to take off my vest. “I want to get a last look at you flat chested.”

She went so far as to take some photos, all the better to remember my transformation. Once she was satisfied, we went over to Dr. Lacy’s surgical center was and checked in. The nurses were all nice as they got me ready. I had to strip down to nothing and put the hospital gown on, so they all clearly saw that I wasn’t a woman, but either through experience or explicit instructions, they all insisted on calling me ‘Miss’ or simply ‘Sadie’.

Eventually an anesthesiologist came in. She said that while I wouldn’t be going under any general anesthesia, I’d be given something called a ‘twilight ****’. “You’ll be awake and be able to participate in the procedure, but you won’t remember anything from it. Once we’re in the procedure room and I start giving you the **** your memory will go from that moment straight to the recovery room when it wears off. Just make sure not to drive or make any major decisions for the rest of the day.”

Once I was finally wheeled into the procedure room Dr. Lacy came in and said hello. She talked with the nurses and the anesthesiologist as they conferred on all the procedures they’d be doing, starting with the lipo of my waist and on to mixing the fat and then re-depositing in my chest and elsewhere. As they discussed the procedures I let my mind wander, as opposed to imagining each step along the way. I imagined what it would be like with Sarah afterwards. She already admitted it was difficult to see me as a man now, but if I were naked my body proportions would define me as masculine. This would eliminate that, leaving only my penis. My caged penis.

Thinking about the fact that all these ladies had seen me in the chastity cage without mentioning it got me going into an embarrassed state of mind again which only broke when the nurse patted my hand and smiled down at me. “Are you with us dear? We’re going to begin now.”

As she said it would, once the anesthesiologist started the IV, I blanked out. The very next thing I experienced was lying on my side in the curtained off recovery room, looking into Sarah’s face. Her smile, genuine and open as always, told me immediately that the procedure went well. “Good morning Sadie! You did so well! Dr. Lacy will be back in a few moments to cover everything, but she said they got a lot more fat out of your skinny waist than they were expecting so they were able to cover everything we discussed. They even hit the optional area we talked about.”

I blinked slowly, getting most of what Sarah was saying. The main point came across loud and clear though. The procedure went well.

When Dr. Lacy came in she covered the procedure with me. I still felt the **** leaving my system as I seemed to be fading in and out while she spoke. “Welcome back Sadie, you did very… and it mixed well in the machine giving us a lot more volume than… your rear. Now it’ll be a little sensitive but that will… your hips. Just make sure to sit straight and not lean… your breasts look marvelous. They’re a little bigger than we discussed but you did say… and make sure to avoid kissing or otherwise touching your lips… try to keep your voice low. You don’t have to whisper, but no shouting or…

The next thing I realize, the room is empty again except for Sarah. I’m sitting up on the edge of the bed as she’s holding out my plain white cotton bra. “Now remember, your chest is sensitive while the skin adjusts to stretching out like that. Let me put this on for you.”

Without waiting for a reply Sarah brought the empty bra up to my chest and wrapped it around…. The sensation made me more fully aware than I’d been since going into the procedure room. The bra wasn’t pushing the gel forms into my chest, they were cupping and holding my chest. My breasts. Looking down I saw a view of breasts that I’d never seen outside of videos online. I was looking at my own cleavage. Once Sarah snapped the bra together behind me, my breasts pulled together even more, sexy.

I had breasts. I have Breasts!

I deny the strong urge to reach up and cup them remembering Dr. Lacy saying something about giving them time to heal. Sarah continues to help me get dressed and the revelations of my body continue. She has me pull on a pair of loose purple sweatpants and I can feel why as my thighs, hips, and butt all feel more sensitive. And larger. I doubt I’d have fit back into the skirt. I’m able to war the princess vest again, but where it held snug around my belly before it was now loose there and tight around my chest. Even in my muddled head that tells me I’ve lost inches off my waist twenty-eight-inch waist and gained at least a cup from the B cup inserts we’d been using up until now.

I have C Cup Breasts!?

When I turn to ask Sarah the specifics my voice immediately cracks, and I feel a hot soreness in my throat. Sarah suddenly looks up and presses her hand over my mouth. “Shhh. We need to give that time to heal too! No speaking at least until we get you home and even then, only in a quiet smooth voice.”

The drive home is one of wonder and confusion for me. I can’t help but run my hands over my hips and waist, amazed at the difference. The trip between my knees and my chest was always a smooth one as I didn’t have well developed thigh muscles. I didn’t have a gut nor a big chest. Now, there were distinct curves from my wider hips to my narrower waist. From my narrow waist to my curvy chest. But why not speak? I wasn’t under general anesthesia, so I shouldn’t have had a breathing tube in. Did I yell and shout in the procedure room?

When we’re finally home Sarah helps me sit down on the couch and even turns the TV on to the next episode of Blue Eyed Samuri. She brings over a bowl of jello… of course it’s pink jello… and brings up a spoonful to my mouth. “Now open wide. We don’t want it to brush your lips, so use your teeth to pull it off the spoon.”

I pull my head back and bring my hand up in a ‘Wait’ gesture. In a quiet voice, as ordered and not wanting to have my voice crack again, I ask “What’s going on. Why the concern about my voice and why don’t I want to brush my lips?”

My voice still doesn’t sound right, but I’m focused on the answer rather than what I’m hearing.

Sarah let out a long sigh and set the jello aside. “Okay, I was hoping for you to recover a bit more, since it’s clear you didn’t quite hear all of what Dr. Lacy said. She did say that wasn’t unusual, but I’d have rather had these discussions with her in the room. Anyway, let’s go over this step by step. First, your lipo. You have four small incisions. Two on your belly, two on your back. She said they’ll heal almost completely, and you’ll have to search to find them. She got quite a bit more fat than she thought she would and was able to constrict the skin to compensate. Your waist was reduced from twenty-eight inches to twenty-six. She says that once the swelling goes down in a day or so, you’ll probably end up at twenty-four inches. That alone is amazing Sadie! I’m only a twenty-six myself!”

Sarah went on, obviously happy about everything. I knew there was no reason to try and get her to skip to my voice and lips as she was going to proceed how ever she wanted and all I’d do is delay it. “She was able to mix it with the non-reactive additive stuff and she was able to mix in more than she had done previously. In other words, she expected to get a normal amount of fat from you and instead ended up with nearly three times the amount, in addition to having a slimmer waist. She paused the procedure and called me in to talk about it. As it’s a beauty procedure and subjective, you sign over consent for them to make decisions, but she knew you trusted me and wanted my opinion. She could have just thrown the extra out as bio waist and done just what she said she was going to do. But instead, I figured going up an extra cup size would be good. You also got a little more junk in the trunk and your hips are just a touch wider. I’m so excited to see you once the swelling goes down as you should honestly have a very sexy hourglass figure.”

I can’t help but laugh as Sarah continues but not before taking a spoonful of the jello for herself. “And then there’s the new part. She noticed the lines in your lips. The treatment that Marci used on your lips lasts about a week. Neither you nor I would have likely noticed, but Dr. Lacey is a pro, and she could see that you had the lip enhancer treatment. She suggested using some of the extra fat on your lips. Just like everywhere else, it’s reversable, but it will save you from getting them done every week. She promises that once the swelling goes down, they should look as they did yesterday. So, nice big plump kissable lips for you until we decide to get them taken out!”

I nod, now understanding what they were saying about my lips. If nothing else had been done, I might have noticed that my lips stung a bit, but just about everywhere on my body was currently sore. Holding my hand up to my throat I prod Sarah into continuing “And my voice?”

Even as I ask the question, I feel a spike of ice tear through my chest. My voice was clear as day this time, and now focusing on it I could hear what the difference was. It wasn’t quieter, it was softer. It was more feminine.

Sarah smiles and nods as if this is the best part that she specifically saved for last. “While we discussed what to do with the rest of your fat, Dr. Lacey mentioned that she had an experimental procedural use for the fat substance stuff. She said, like many of her procedures, she was designing it with trans people in mind. By injecting small amounts around your vocal cords, she can manipulate your voice. She can take it from more masculine to feminine and vice versa. The only reason she isn’t moving forward to offering it to more people is that she doesn’t know the amounts to control how masculine or feminine the voice ends up being.”

Sarah nods, taking another bite of jello as I feel that spike of ice move down and tear into my stomach. “She said she could do it at no cost to us, including its removal. Now, I was honestly looking at a voice modulator for your streams, but those always have problems. It would probably get us by with a smaller audience, but if we couldn’t get your voice just right through training in a couple months, someone would probably recognize the use of a modulator and start wondering what you were hiding. With this, your voice should be feminine from day one. From tomorrow! The only question is just how feminine it will be. So… nothing but good news today, Sadie!”