Sudden Shemale

me I was more than passably pretty. I looked like a real woman, and a very
pretty one at that. The sort of woman I had always had a crush on, I
remembered that much. My chest was impressive, and firm, very firm. I was
no expert, but at least D cups, probably more. Very narrow waist and thin,
but then decent hips and a tight, celulite-free butt. My legs were long
and slender, but not too stick like. All in all, I would definitely have
fancied the pants off me.

I stepped out the shower and started drying myself. There were some
clothes laid out on the bed, which hadn't been there when I'd gone in. If,
that is, you could call them clothes. . . It took me quite a while to get
the hang of the basque and I laddered the first pair of stockings. Rather
un-nervingly, a nurse came in with a new pair seconds after I tore the
first. After I was "dressed" I sat on the bed and waited. Not sure what
for, or why I was so passively just waiting, but I did.

Some time later, a man in a suit walked in, with two doctors. They stared
at me and nodded, talking amoung themselves. After a few minutes, one of
them walked up to me and asked me how I was. He was helpful and friendly,
and seemed to want to know how I felt in general. It was quite relaxing,
until the needle stabbed into me again. Almost immediately he jumped away
and scuttled back to the man in the suit. There was some more nodding then
they watched me intently. You would have expected I would have reacted
more, but I guess I was already drugged with something.

The man in the suit open his flies and pulled out his dick. It was small
and flacid. Five seconds later it was in my mouth. I sucked and licked it
for all I was worth, sliding my hands inside his pants to pull out his
balls too. All I could think about was the incredible orgasm I could get
if he came. I could feel him hardening in my mouth, but I was pulled away.
As I tried to get back, the men nodded at each other, and I was dragged
back to the shower. In the shower, I was held down at each shoulder until
the suited man came through. To my horror, he was soft again. He held his
dick and pointed it at me. . . then he pissed.