Transformation

However, he'd said, with his trademark wink, she needn't wait that long to have sex, provided that her boyfriend was gentle. She didn't bother to tell the surgeon that James had never made love to her. Except for kisses and caresses, their love remained unconsummated. "I can live with your cock and balls," he'd told her, "but I can't fuck you, even in the ass, until you have boobs."

"I have boobs," Tammy had replied, cupping her "A"-cup breasts.

"Those aren't boobs," he'd returned. They're fucking beestings!" Before he could bring himself to fuck her, he'd been adamant, Tammy would have to have womanly breasts--breasts of a "C" cup size, at least. Then, he could fuck her, he'd insisted, despite her cock and balls; otherwise, no matter how feminine she looked, he'd feel like a faggot fucking a dude.

His words had hurt, but they'd also motivated her to schedule breast implant surgery.

James had no idea, of course, what she'd been through or what the surgery was like, nor, ultimately, would he be likely to care. He was concerned with only one thing: his ladyboy needed bigger boobs so she looked more the lady and less the boy, especially if she ever wanted him to be intimate with her or expected him to stay with her.

Three incision sites were commonly used to implant breasts, Dr. Chiles had informed Tammy. The inframammary approach, in which an incisions is made in the fold at the bottom of each breast; the periareolar approach, in which an incision is made on the bottom part of each areola, leaving an "inconspicuous scar"; and the transaxillary approach, in which the implant is introduced through an incision in the armpit, leaving no scar on the breast. Dr. Chiles had explained that he'd use an endoscope, or a tiny camera attached to a monitor, to make a precise pocket to fit each implant. Tammy had opted for the transaxillary method because it would result in no scarring to her breasts.