A Stitch in Time Saves Nine

In a surgical operation known as "breast augmentation," a female (or a male-to-shemale patient) would have bags, or "shells," filled with either silicone or a saline liquid, inserted into her chest. Sometimes, the implants would rupture and leak, causing serious health hazards, and occasionally females (and male-to-shemale transsexuals) abused the procedure by having repeated implants, of increasingly larger dimensions, inserted, often for a period of years. The operation was painful, by all accounts, and recovery lasted a week or more, with scars fading months after the surgery occurred.

"Can you imagine such a thing, Donald?" Frankie asked as we ogled a series of "Before and After photographs" of such "augmentation."

"I bet you're glad you can alter the size, shape, and density of your tits at will, honey," I told him.

"We've come a long way, technologically, since those days," he observed. "It's unbelievable what people had to go through to feminize themselves back then. To think that it's all a matter of bioengineering nowadays and we can control, manipulate, and transform our breasts, penises, testicles, vaginas, buttocks, and anuses at will, just by thinking about what size, shape, or sex we want to be. It's amazing!"

"A scientific miracle," I agreed, squeezing her firm, but soft, sleek fanny through her latex leotards.

"Honey!" she protested. "Not here!"

"We can do anything but prevent pregnancy, if and when we elect to have penile-vaginal intercourse. I guess Mother Nature has built reproduction into our very genes."

"Yeah," Frankie agreed. "I guess it's a good thing you like anal better than you do vaginal sex, since, whether we like it or not, shemales, like females, have no choice whatsoever as o whether they retain reproductive capability. It's the last remaining area in which anatomy is still destiny for ladies and ladyboys alike."