The ChangeSubmitted by: Humbled
My indiscretions have led me to where I am now. My first mistake was to think my wife would never find out. The second was for me to think I could get away with it again. When we first met she (Karri) was doing her internship at one of the local hospitals. She wanted to be a plastic surgeon and I was selling medical supplies. She was a 5'9" gorgeous blonde with green eyes and a body to die for and I was a cocky 5'10" 170 lb smartass with a line of bullshit a mile long. Some how or another I talked her into going out with me and then convinced her to marry me less than a year later.
The sex was hot and I did all could with my little 5" dick to keep her happy. I used my tongue, fingers and anything else she wanted. It wasn't long before her career took off and she became one of the most sought after plastic surgeons in the area. Instead of me supporting her and celebrating her success I sought refuge in the arms of another woman. I think she ignored it for a while until I was just blatant about it and she finally came down hard on me. She said I understand my finical success is probably hard for you to take and I can understand if you need to go to a Gentlemen's Club once in awhile, but you will not humiliate me again in front of the community. She threatened to divorce me and said she had enough influence with the medical company I worked for to have me fired. Besides that she afforded me a very nice lifestyle with country club memberships and nice cars, I promised her it would never happen again. She told me to make sure I would not misbehave again she wanted me to be locked up in a chastity belt, I had to agree, she had me by the balls so to speak.
She ordered a CB-3000 and fitted in out with the points of intrigue just to make sure I could not pull out. Once I was locked up she went back to focusing on her career and worked no less than eighty hours a week. When she had time and felt the need we had sex, which was becoming less and less. She and one of the other female surgeons (Lydia) were spending a lot of time together and spent hours at our home setting up plans for a series of clinics. When they were working she used me as somewhat of a servant ordering drinks and sending me for food. Many times I heard her tell her you need one of those to keep you happy and they would laugh. I had started to suspect Lydia and my wife were sleeping together and Karri confirmed it when I asked her. She said she had always like women better as lovers, they were just better and understood how to please her but for appearance sake she kept me around.
I had been locked up without release for about two months when she announced she was leaving for a conference in San Francisco and would be gone thru the weekend. She asked me if she were to let me out if I could behave myself while she was gone. She laughed and said you can jackoff all you want while I am gone and then you will not have to bother me when I get back, how does that sound, it sounded great to me.
She left town on a Wednesday and called me that night and told me where the key was. Once I unlocked it was just like she said, I must have jackoff three times in the first two hours. What a relief it was to just be able to touch my own dick again. I decided when Friday rolled around to take my new freedom out for a night on the town. I hit several clubs and had no luck with the ladies and decided to pickup a hooker for a blowjob, they are not hard to find in Los Angeles. I picked one up and we headed for a private place so I could get my dick sucked. I guess in my excitement I forgot to pay attention to my driving, the last thing I remembered was the head lights headed straight for me. When I awoke I was in the hospital hooked to all kinds of machines. My wife was by my side and told me I was hit broadside and was hurt bad but not to worry she was taking care of me. As I started to go under from the pain killers she wanted to know why I had a woman in the car.
I was moved to my home a week after the accident complete with a nurse to take care of my needs. She administered shots, just the drip, change my bed pan but spoke very little when I asked her questions. Mostly I was completely or partially sedated for some time, I was not sure how long I had been in bed. When I was finally allowed to set up, both Karri and Lydia were there to greet me. I was placed on an in home rehab program to help me get my strength and balance back. I noticed I had lost a lot of weight and was very thin with almost no body hair. My voice was softer and my hair had grown three to four inches over the last month or so. Karri told me she liked the look and not to worry that I would feel like a new person before long, just work hard and stay with the program.
One night after a hard day I was having trouble sleeping and rang for my nurse. She came in dressed in scrubs and gave me a shot and started a drip that knocked me out. When I came to my chest was killing me and I realized I was in a recovery room. When Karri came in she told me that during the night I had to be rushed in for surgery and was doing great not to worry. I was kept sedated for most of a week from what I could tell and was not allowed to move very much. Lydia came in one after noon and told me she had been asked by Karri to do some cleanup work on my original surgery and asked me to sign a form giving her that permission, which in my drug induced state I did.
I awoke sometime later aching from head to toe and was again told not to worry that I was doing great. In and out of sedation I was finally allowed to sit up, when I did the whole room was spinning and my chest, abs and the area between my legs was killing. I was wrapped in bandages and had to be helped to walk. I was now eating solid foods and wanted the bandages off to sees what had happened in that wreck that caused this much damage. Karri and Lydia both came in and told me that I was never going to be the same because of the wreck, Karri went on.
Because of the wreck I found out you were with a hooker on the first bit of freedom I gave you. The money, cars and home were not enough for your happiness you had to go out with some skank and embarrass me in front of the community again. When I brought you home from the hospital I had one of the nurses from my clinics look after you for three months giving you shots of estrogen and a series of proteins we give to men before they go through a sex change. That will explain the reason your body hair is so slight and the softness in you voice. The soreness in your chest are the implants Lydia and I gave you, you now have a very nice set of full B's. The soreness between your legs should be obvious to you what has happened.
We removed the pathetic dick of yours and have given you a vagina complete with your very own hymen, we felt it was appropriate. You will remain in my home and work for me and I will make sure your transition to woman hood goes smoothly. You will dress like a woman and will learn to act like one, and who knows with my fondness for women maybe we could become lovers, but I doubt it. But think how nice it will be, you have your own pussy to play with when I let you and what about those tits. How exciting it will be when you finally give in and beg me to let you have sex the first time. You will get to suck your first dick, swallow your first load of come and have to deal with the mess some slob leaves in your pussy while you deal with pain of losing your virginity to a guy who will probably never call again. The good news is we will get you a brand new chastity belt made for a woman. Don't you ever fuck around on me again. Now write your story for all to read.
All I can do so far is just cry like a girl.
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