Francis to Frances

"What do you think?" Dr Letterman asked several hours later.

My chest felt tight, the falsies heavy, "Ugh?" I said.

"It will feel funny," he said, "They are only a B cup, we can change them later but they do suit you,"

"Wha?" I asked groggily, "Different falsies?"

I groggily felt my chest, taut skin swelled up as I moved my hands upwards from the waist, swelled into mounds as I lifted higher and I snapped wide awake, "Oh my god, you've given me breasts!"

"Of course dear," he agreed, "Do you like."

"Sure he does doctor," Pastor Taylour insisted, "Now come away girl stop bothering the doctor."

"No!" I wailed, but it was no good, small squidgy implants were firmly embedded beneath the taut skin of my chest forming petite girlish breasts.

"We can always change them for something bigger later," the doctor suggested, "But your skin will need a few weeks to adapt so be careful, and make sure you wear a sports bra, something to give some real support, not something skimpy or sexy."

"You can damned well take them out again!" I said.

"Don't be so ungrateful Frances," Martha chided, "Dr Letterman understands special girls and their needs."

"I'll see you every Sunday after Church, Frances, for a check up." he suggested, but for now lets get rid of that candle shall we?" he asked, "Bend over."

The relief at losing the eight inches of wax up my ass was intoxicating but before I could enjoy the emptiness the Doctor rammed the full length of his bare cock up my bruised ass, I protested, but he must have lubed himself thoroughly or else he was leaking pre cum as he pistoned easily in and out of my ass for several minutes before he pulled out and shot his load all down my left leg.

"Here you go," He said as he recovered and he shoved a six inch butt plug up my sore backside, "And your latex pants to hold it in, the ladies will give you an enema when required." he said and he tightened the five little straps around my cock which strained against them, "Until next week." he said.