The city bus dropped me off several blocks from my destination. I was new in town, and the ad for a room to let on the University bulletin board looked like just what I needed. I had just turned twenty and was happy to finally be away from home. My sister who was two years younger than me felt the same way and also hoped to get away in a year or two.

The ad was truthful as it said the room was in a quiet neighborhood with lots of trees. From what I saw, most in the neighborhood were older folks who were sixty to seventy years old. But as I approached 1016 Elm Street, a young man with blond hair and about my age came out and as he was about to pass me asked: “Are you here about the room too?”

“Yes, is it still available?” I asked in reply.

“Yep, but doubt you’ll get it,” he said as he quickly walked away.

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but figured since I was here I should at least try for the room. 1016 was a single storey home, newer than most of the houses on the street. The front yard was well kept and the outside was recently painted a cream white. I rang the doorbell, and a husky black man, who looked to be in his early to mid thirties, answered it. When I saw the surprised look on his face, I realized why the other young man said what he did. The homeowner was looking for a black student, so I was probably wasting my time coming.

“Are you here about the ad?” he asked.

“Yes. By the way my name is Tommy Barnes,” I replied.

He extended his hand, and we shook hands. Then he said: “I’m Brent Francis. Please come in.”

I followed him inside. His living room was large and neat. The inside of the house had also been recently repainted and the structure was perhaps 20 years old. Brent showed me the room, which was about 16 feet by 20 feet, a nice size for me. It had a double bed and a nice window overlooking the back yard.

When I told him I liked the room, he asked: “How old are you?”

“I’m over 18. In fact I just turned twenty on April 30,” I replied.

This detail caused Brent’s face to register another surprised look. There was a moment of silence during which I knew I would not get the room. But then he resumed the conversation by saying: “When can you move in?”

“Well, that depends on how much the room will cost,” I said, relieved that I had a chance.

Brent smiled at me and said: “Well, don’t worry about the money. Actually your companionship will more than pay for the room. You see it can get very lonely here even with neighbors right next door. Just having someone here to talk to is more than enough compensation for me.”

I was surprised by his offer, but not wanting to take unfair advantage I said: “Well then I will help you with anything you need.”

“That will be fine. But can you move in today?” He said.

“Yes, I can move in this afternoon,” I replied.

I went back the motel where I had been staying, paid my bill and took the bus back to Brent’s place.

While I was putting my things up Brent prepared dinner. He made a terrific spaghetti sauce and a nice garden salad. He also served a nice red wine, Merlot I think. Since I wanted to visit the university in the morning I retired early. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the covers.

Surprisingly I woke up late in the morning. When I looked at the clock it was almost 11:00 AM. However, despite a good night’s sleep I felt so tired that I couldn’t even get out of bed. I just lay there for about half an hour. Then Brent knocked on the door and said: “Wake up sleepy head.”

When I didn’t reply he opened the door and came in. “Are you OK?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I feel so tired that I can’t even get out of bed,” I replied.

Brent looked at me sympathetically and said: “I think you have one of those crazy flu bugs that’s going around. Stay in bed and I’ll make you some hot soup.”

I stayed in bed for three days while Brent tried to nurse me back to health. Though I didn’t get any worse, still I didn’t get better. So Brent had his doctor call on me. The doctor was an attractive black woman, who, I later learned was 35 years old.

“This is doctor Dalia Perez,” said Brent.

After our introduction she took my temperature, listed to my heart, checked my breathing, and then took a blood sample.

“I think you just have a bad case of the flu,” she said as she put the blood sample in her bag. “However, I will take your blood to the lab to check and see if you have some kind of bacterial infection. It will take a couple of days. As soon as I hear, I will let you know. But for now we will treat it as a bad case of flu. So drink plenty of liquids and get lots of rest.”

Looking at Brent, she said: “He will need another week or two of complete bed rest. Take good care of him. And let me know immediately if there is any change for the worse.”

Brent did take good care of me. He was very attentive and as a result I felt I owed him a lot.

Three days later the doctor returned with the bad news. I had a bacterial infection and would need a number of strong antibiotic shots and another month of bed rest. The doctor administered the first shot in my hip and said that she would return for the next ten days to administer another nine shots.

The next morning when I woke I felt a little better. However, I noticed that my nipples were very sensitive to touch. At first I didn’t give much thought to it, as it could be a minor reaction to the shot that the doctor gave me. But after my fourth shot I felt what seemed like a knot forming in my breasts. So I asked the doctor about it and she said it was nothing to worry about, as it was a minor reaction to the drugs. She also said that I wasn’t responding to the antibiotics as fast as I should, so she would need to give me another 30 days of injections in order to clear up the infection. She also put a patch on my stomach, just below my navel. This would administer more medicine into my system and hopefully bring the infection under control. She changed patches every ten days.

The doctor said that after the 30 days I would need a weekly injection and would need to wear the patch to keep the infection from coming back. I would also need another 60 days of bed rest and after that only limited activity for another six months.

Fortunately Brent was a good nurse. He saw to it that I ate properly and he also carried me to the bathroom and gave me a nice warm bath every evening. He would gently wash me. He would wash my dick and balls, and then have me roll over so he could do the same for my ass.

One evening when Brent was giving me my bath, I think it was the day the doctor gave me my 27th injection, he looked at my breasts and gently cupped them in his hands. Surprisingly I hadn’t noticed how big they had gotten.

“Oh Tommy, your breasts look so sexy. Can I kiss and caress them?” he asked.

I couldn’t refuse him after all he had done for me so I said: “Yes, please go ahead.”

Brent gently massaged my nipples with his tongue, and then he started sucking on my breasts. It felt so good. After a few minutes of his sensuous tongue and lips on my breasts, he raised me up out of the tub and gently dried me off with the bath towel. Then he carried me to his bedroom and gently laid me on his bed. I lay there while he undressed and then lay down beside me. He kissed me passionately on the lips, and then I felt his tongue enter my mouth. This was the first time I had let a man into my body and it felt good. He continued to kiss me while his hands reached down and massaged my dick and balls. My dick only got semi-erect, but his cock was stiff and hard as a rock. His cock was uncut, very thick, and more than 12 inches.

He rolled me over on my tummy and then dipped his fingers in a tub of lubrication that he had on the nightstand. As he worked his fingers and the lube into my rectum, he said: “This is a special lubrication. It will relax the muscles and tissues of your rectum so that my cock can stretch your asshole without it hurting.”

After my asshole was well lubed, he asked: “How would you like me to take you, from the back or from the front?”

“Take me from the front. I want to be facing you,” I said.

He gently rolled me over on my back and then placed a couple of pillows under my butt. Then he mounted me and gently worked his cock up my well-lubed asshole. He took his time, but soon all 12 inches plus of his rock hard manhood was inside me. I wrapped my legs around him just like a woman when she gets fucked. Meanwhile my four-inch dick was still only semi-hard. Soon Brent was pumping me and our flesh was slapping together. I felt his body stiffen as his cock painted my boy pussy with his wonderful black man seed. At the same time I shot a couple of months of my white boy cum on my tummy, filling my navel. Brent lay on top of me for a few more minutes, kissing me passionately on the lips and tongue kissing me. It felt so nice. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to pee and clean up. When he returned he had a bedpan for me to pee in, and a washcloth to clean the cum that I had spilled on my tummy.

After cleaning my tummy and wiping the excess seed on my asshole, he emptied the bedpan in the toilet and got in bed beside me. I snuggled up to him and he held me tightly in his arms and said I was his sweetie now. I felt safe with him and we both slept very well our first night together. After that I never slept in my room again.

The next morning the doctor came to give me my injection. She didn’t seem surprised to find me in Brent’s room. However, I was a little embarrassed at first. But then she said: “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Tommy. It was only a matter of time before you and Brent became a couple. Besides I love it when a black man takes a white boy. It seems so fitting.”

She gave me my injection and replaced the patch on my stomach. Then she had me sit up in bed while she examined my breasts. “Those are growing much faster than I thought. But it is better to have large breasts than to have an infection that will kill you, don’t you think?” she said.

“Let’s see what size you are,” she said as she got a measuring tape and wrapped it around my chest.

“Nice. Size 34. Maybe a B cup,” she said as she wrote the information down in her notebook. “You will probably take a size 36 C cup when we are done.”

“Doctor is there anything that can be done to stop this and make my breasts go back to their original size?” I asked.

“Tommy you don’t have to be so formal. You can call me Dalia. But in answer to your question, for now there isn’t anything that can be done about it until the infection has cleared up. But once that happens there is one thing that we can do, of course it has its risks too,” she said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Once the antibiotic treatment is stopped I can inject a special hormone into your testicles. However, there is a certain risk involved,” she said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Sometimes the testicles have a negative reaction to the injection. Sometimes it damages them beyond repair and they must be removed. Are you sure that this is something that you want?” she said.

“It is worth a try,” I replied.

“OK. When the time comes I will inject your testicles and see if we can reverse the feminization process,” she said.

After she left I took a long nap. When I awoke Brent had dinner ready. After we ate he gave me my evening bath. Then we went to bed and he made love to me and after cleaning up we fell asleep locked in each other’s arms.

When the 30-day injection routine had finished, the doctor switched to the weekly injections but continued to replace the patch every ten days. At this time she measured my chest, waste, and hips. Then she jotted down her findings in her notebook without saying anything. So I asked: “What are my measurements now?”

“I know some women who would kill for measurements like yours. You are 36-26-36. Your bra size is a 36 C cup,” she replied.

“Oh,” I exclaimed.

“If you go out in public you should dress as a woman as you have the shape of a woman. I’ll get you proper clothes and undergarments. I’ll also have a hairstylist visit you tomorrow to cut and style your hair now that it has grown so long. You will have to live as a woman until we can reverse the feminization process,” she said.

The next day the beautician arrived to cut and styled my hair. Her name was Gina, and she too was an attractive black woman. In addition to doing my hair, she also cut and painted my finger and toenails. Then she showed me how to make up my face.

When Gina had finished she took a few minutes to admire her work. Then she said: “You look so beautiful. You look like an Italian princess.”

“Actually I am Irish and French,” I said.

“Oh. With the dark hair and brown eyes, I thought that you were Italian,” she exclaimed.

“No problem. Lots of people make the same mistake,” I said.

Just then Dalia arrived with my new clothes and several pairs of high-heeled shoes, white, brown, red, and black. Also included were a couple of pairs of flats. Dalia showed us my new wardrobe out of which she picked a red pleated skirt and pink blouse for me to wear so they could take me out to lunch. Underneath I wore a white bra and pink panties. When I asked about shoes, they both said the red high-heeled pair, as I needed to get used to wearing them. Then I joined them for lunch as one of the girls.

That evening Brent had me wear a black strapless gown and matching black undergarments and black high-heeled shoes as he took me out to dinner for the first time. Brent liked me in high-heels as he said it accentuates my ass. The restaurant was in the black section of the city and when we arrived several of Brent’s boyhood friends were there with wives and girlfriends. He introduced me to them and I tried to make my voice as high pitched as possible so as not to embarrass him.

After dinner we took in a movie and then went home. This time Brent got to watch me undress as a woman before we got in bed. I could tell as I took my bra and panties off that he was more than the usual turned on. He quickly pulled me down on the bed placed me on my knees and spread my cheeks apart. Due to regular anal sex my asshole gaped open a little when he spread my cheeks apart. He spit on my hole and then on his cock. Then he fucked me doggy style. I felt his balls bouncing on my ass as his cock drove deeper inside me. Though it felt so wonderful, my dick was only slightly hard. But the pumping of his big cock massaged my prostate causing me to cum the same time he did, though my juice spilled harmlessly on the sheets. Later he mentioned having to do something to eliminate what he called, my cum problem.

A month later Dalia gave me my last injection. She then took my measurements. They were the same as the week before, 36-26-36. My weight was also the same, so the feminization process had stabilized. She also said that my body was rid of the infection so if I wanted to begin the treatment to reverse the feminization, she could start next Monday. I told her that I wanted to start as soon as possible, so we set up an appointment at her clinic for Monday morning at 11:30 AM.

That Monday Brent dropped me off at Dalia’s clinic at 11:15 AM. Since I was the only patient at the time she took me in right away. She had me disrobe and lay on the operating table. She washed and shaved my pubic region. While she swabbed my balls with disinfectant and prepared the injection she said: “This may look painful, but actually it won’t hurt as much as you might think.”

Then she felt my left nut. When she found the spot that she was looking for she stuck the needle in and injected the fluid into my ball. It was a warm, slightly burning sensation, but not as painful as I thought. She repeated the procedure on my right nut. When she finished she said: “I want you to stay in the recovery room for a few hours, just in case you have a reaction to the medication.”

Then she helped me up and led me to the recovery room, where she had me lay in the recovery bed. After a couple of hours Dalia examined my balls. Everything seemed OK. Then Brent came back to pick me up. Speaking to both of us, Dalia said: “Tommy, I want you to stay in bed for the rest of the day and very light activity for tomorrow. You might notice some swelling in your scrotum, but that is common and nothing to worry about. Brent, bring you bring him by at 1:00 PM tomorrow afternoon so I can see how he’s doing and continue the treatment. Oh and Brent, no sex tonight.”

A few hours after we got home I noticed my ball sac had swelled up about twice the normal size. Though the sac was tender, my balls didn’t hurt. In fact there wasn’t much feeling in them. But since the swelling was normal, I didn’t pay much attention to it. Brent brought me dinner in bed and I showed him my swollen ball sac. He smiled and said it was nothing to worry about. Though we didn’t have sex that night he cuddled me and made me feel safe and loved.

The next day Brent dropped me off at Dalia’s clinic so that I could continue the treatment. She asked me how I was and I said OK. Then Dalia had me undress so she could examine my ball sac. It was still swollen so she said: “I don’t know if we should continue this treatment. You need one more injection and it must be now for it to work. But it could also destroy your testicles. Of course it can also work, so the choice is yours. Take a few minutes to decide it you want.”

“Is swelling normal after 24 hours?” I asked.

“In most cases, yes. But in a few cases it can also mean that you have a reaction to the serum and another injection will destroy your testicles. But the decision is yours,” she said.

“OK. Go ahead. Give me the injection,” I said as I laid back and spread my legs apart for the needle.

She prepared the injections and swabbed my balls with disinfectant. Then she felt my left nut again, found the spot that she wanted and stuck the needle in. She did the same with my right nut. At first I didn’t feel much. But as she was preparing to leave the room my balls started to feel like they were on fire. My ball sac started to swell and got as big as a grapefruit. I cried out in pain and Dalia quickly came to my side.

She examined my swollen sac and said: “You’ve had a serious reaction to the drugs. I’m going to have to operate immediately. But first I’m going to give you something to relieve the pain and relax you. You will probably fall asleep, which is OK too.”

She quickly prepared a syringe and swabbed my arm with alcohol and then injected the drug. In minutes I didn’t feel any pain and drifted off to sleep. When I woke I was on the operating table just as she was injecting pain medication into my groin. I was strapped in tight so I couldn’t move. She noticed that I had come to so she said: “Everything will be OK Tommy. This is a very simple operation. I’m going to have to surgically remove both your testicles. I’m sorry, but it has to be done.”

“I know doctor Dalia. I guess I made the wrong decision,” I said.

“I did warn you that this could happen,” she exclaimed.

“I know. It’s my fault, I should have listened to you,” I said.

“Don’t blame yourself. Things happen for a reason. But look at the bright side. You are very beautiful for a woman,” she said.

“Funny, now I look just like my sister,” I said.

“How old is your sister?” she asked.

“She just turned eighteen,” I answered.

Dalia’s face changed. For some reason she appeared very interested in my sister. So she said: “She must also be a beautiful girl. By the way when is her birthday? ”

“Yes she is. Five foot four inches tall, long dark brown hair, brown eyes, 130 pounds. Very popular with the guys, but she doesn’t date. She prefers to focus on her studies. But she does like boys. Her birthday is May 10,” I said.

“I’d love to meet her. Maybe all she needs is a little encouragement to bring out her sexuality,” Dalia said as she felt my ball sac to see if the drugs had numbed me.

Since I didn’t feel anything she called her nurse, as it was time to operate. The nurse, like Dalia was also black, but she was rather heavy. However, all the drugs that had been administered to me made me suddenly drowsy so I don’t remember much of what happened next. Though I do remember her sewing me up and telling the nurse to preserve my balls. I drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake up until four hours later. I was in the recovery room and Brent was sitting next to my bed. When he saw that I was awake he asked: “How are you feeling Sweetie?”

“I’m OK. But I’m ball less now. I hope that that doesn’t affect our relationship,” I said.

He bent over and kissed me on the lips and said: “I love you with or without balls. In fact I will probably like you even better now that they are gone. So don’t worry my love.”

“How is our patient doing?” Dalia asked as she entered the room to check on me.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

“That’s good,” she said as she listened to my heart and then took my blood pressure.

Dalia looked at me and smiled. Then she said: “Brent and I were talking about you while you were asleep. And we decided that since you are no longer male, that it would be improper to address you by a man’s name. So from now on you will be called Tammy.”

Tammy sounded nice. I liked it and told her how much I appreciated my new name.

After Dalia examined me Brent took me home with instructions for my care and of course no sex until Dr. Dalia Perez approved.

Surprisingly I healed up very fast and within ten days Dalia said Brent could resume having anal sex with me. I will never forget my first sex as a eunuch. Brent mounted me missionary style. It felt so good, but my dick remained limp and refused to get hard. While I wasn’t able to get an erection and it took him longer to make me cum, cum I did all over my tummy. Though it was nice to feel Brent’s man seed inside me again, I started to cry as he cleaned the last of my fertile cum from my stomach. When he finished he held me tight as I sobbed in his arms.

“Are you all right my love?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s just that…I,” I choked up and couldn’t continue.

Brent squeezed me tight and said: “Please tell me what’s wrong darling.”

“It’s just that that was the last of my seed. I can never make a baby now,” I replied.

Brent comforted me and said: “Don’t worry my love. There may still be a way for us to have a baby together. Well it would be almost like a baby that you and I made together.”

This sounded strange and impossible. So I asked: “What do you mean? You can make babies, but I could never conceive. I don’t have the equipment.”

“Dalia and I have been talking about it, because I would love for us to have a baby together. Anyway she said that if your sister would agree, I could impregnate her and the baby would be just like if you and I had one together. He or she would have practically the same blood as if made by you and I,” he said.

My sister Teresa was over 18 now and an adult, healthy and beautiful, so she could have a baby without any problems. She also wants to get away from home so she might accept our invitation to come live with us. So I said: “I think I can get her to come live with us, but whether she will agree to a pregnancy, that I don’t know.”

“All you have to do is get her here. Dalia and I can do the rest,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Dalia would love to meet her and she has special ways with young women,” he said.

“But my sister isn’t gay,” I replied.

“”Dalia is very experienced, she knows exactly what to do. By the way, Dalia is more than just our doctor, she is also my older sister,” he said.

This was interesting news as it explained why Brent and Dalia seemed to be more than just friends. But it was also exciting to think of Dalia seducing Teresa and making my sister her sex partner.

“If you have no objection sweetie, Dalia can move in with us and take the spare bedroom. When Teresa comes she can have your old room for a while. That still leaves us with the guest room should we have more people join us,” he explained.

So I called home and talked with Teresa. She was happy to hear from me, as it had been over six months since I left. I told her that I was rooming with a nice family and that they had a room to spare for her if she wanted to come. She accepted my invitation, but said it would be two months before she could move as she was finishing a class at the local college and it had two more months to go. So I told her I loved her and that I could hardly wait to see her again.

The next day Dalia took me to see a special doctor who experimented in voice changes. His clinic was outside the city on a country lane. When we arrived he greeted us and introduced himself to me as Dr. Goldberg. Dalia explained to him what she wanted done to my voice. So the Dr. Goldberg said: “What I do is not an approved form of treatment. It’s experimental, but I have done seventeen such operations successfully without any complications. What I do will make your voice very high pitched so you will sound like you were born a woman.”

“When can we have it done doctor?” asked Dalia.

“We can do it right now doctor, if you will assist me,” he replied.

“Well then, let’s get started,” said Dalia.

They took me into his operating room and had me lay down on the operating table. While Dalia strapped me in, Dr. Goldberg prepared and injection that would put me out for several hours. He swabbed my arm with disinfectant and then injected me with the sleeping drug. It didn’t take long and I was out.

I woke up about five hours later in the recovery room. Dalia and Dr. Goldberg were sitting beside me.

“Don’t try to talk Tammy, just raise your hand a little to let me know if you are feeling OK. You will have a sore throat for a few days. Also, don’t use your voice until you see me again in ten days. Dalia has a prescription for antibiotics and pain medicine if you need them. Also no solids for the next ten days, only liquids,” he said.

Dr. Goldberg helped us to Dalia’s car and we drove home. Dalia and Brent immediately put me to bed and kept me there for the next ten days. Then when it was time Dalia took me back to Dr. Goldberg for my checkup. Since he had done the operation through my mouth and throat, there was no scar. But he needed to check the inside of my throat to make sure I was healing up properly.

“Everything looks good, all healed up nicely. Now you can talk, but not a lot at first,” he said.

“How do I sound?” I asked in a very soft tone.

“You sound very nice, but it will take a little time before you get all of your full voice back. But when you do you will sound like a soprano,” he said.

Dalia was pleased and so we drove home. It took another couple of weeks, but I soon got my voice back. Just as the doctor said it was very high pitched and feminine. Soon my sister would see Dalia’s creation.

A month later Teresa arrived on the bus and Dalia went to pick her up and bring her home. Dalia explained to her that I had changed a lot since she had last seen me, that I was a totally different person. So she should not be surprised by my appearance.

Brent had taken me to the hair salon to get my hair and nails done so that I would look extra special for Teresa. He also had me put on my black evening gown as he said it made me look extra sexy. Anyway it was almost evening when Teresa and Dalia arrived. Before Teresa entered Dalia put a blindfold on her, then led her in the house. When the blindfold was removed Teresa saw her new sister for the first time. Brent marveled at how much the two of us looked alike, though I was four inches taller than my sister.

Teresa and I hugged and kissed. Then she said: “I can’t believe how beautiful you look.”

“You are beautiful too sis,” I replied.

Later the four of us went out for dinner and a play. We got back around 11:00 PM and Brent and I said our good nights to Dalia and Teresa and then went to bed. For some reason Brent was in a very amorous mood. When he gets this way he likes to fuck me doggy style and we can get rather loud. In no time he had his cock deep up my ass and was pumping me for all he was worth. We were both moaning and groaning in pleasure as he shot his load up my ass and my little limp dick shot a small amount of eunuch cum on the sheets.

Dalia and Teresa were out in the living room sitting on the sofa while this was going on and they heard everything.

“Wow, what’s going on?” asked Teresa.

“Oh that happens almost every night. Brent is fucking Tammy in the ass and she loves it,” replied Dalia.

“Cool. You know I’d love to see that. Is Brent very big down there?” asked Teresa.

“Yes he is. His penis is very thick and over 12 inches long,” replied Dalia.

“I wonder what that has done to Tommy’s, I mean Tammy’s butt hole, that big cock,” said Teresa.

“Well Tammy’s rectum is a lot looser now. It has to be to accommodate Brent,” giggled Dalia.

“I’d love to see Brent fuck him, I mean her, sometime,” said Teresa.

“That can be arranged,” said Dalia. “Say, would you like some wine before we turned in?”

“I’d love some,” said Teresa.

So Dalia went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. However, she put a special drug in Teresa’s glass, a drug that would relax her and break down her inhibitions. It also had no taste and would work within ten minutes. Dalia returned to Teresa and gave her the wine. They spent the next ten minutes talking and sipping the wine. After Teresa had finished her glass Dalia got a picture album from under the coffee table. Using the showing of pictures as an excuse, she moved so that she was sitting right next to Teresa on the sofa. As Dalia opened the album she put her arm around Teresa. Then she pulled Teresa close to her and tried to kiss her on the lips. At first Teresa tried to resist, but as the drug kicked in her resistance ceased and Dalia was kissing her passionately even tongue kissing her. Dalia laid Teresa back on the sofa and continued caressing and kissing her. Then Dalia got up and started to lead Teresa to the bedroom. At first Teresa resisted and said no, but then she gave in and the older woman took her hand and led her to the bedroom where she undressed her and laid her on the bed. Dalia quickly undressed herself and lay beside Teresa, kissing and caressing her nipples. It was a beautiful sight, the two naked bodies, one black and the other white.

Dalia licked Teresa’s breasts, then kissed her navel. Dalia’s tongue parted Teresa’s vagina lips and licked and sucked gently on her clitoris. Teresa moaned in ecstasy. Then Dalia lay on her back and grabbed Teresa and forced her head down to taste her vagina. Teresa had never eaten a woman out before so it was something new to her and she resisted. But Dalia knew that she had to take command of Teresa as Brent had taken command of me. Dalia also sensed resistance and she knew that Teresa’s resistance had to be broken and broken now. Being larger and stronger than the young white woman, Dalia easily overpowered her. She quickly forced Teresa’s legs apart and mounted her. Dalia had an exceptionally large clitoris, with which she could actually penetrate another woman’s vagina. Though it was not a deep penetration like a penis, it could massage the other woman’s clitoris and bring them both to orgasm. When Dalia and Teresa’s clits made contact, Teresa stopped all resistance, as she felt nothing but pleasure. Soon Teresa was crying out in ecstasy. “Oh God, oh God, its so wonderful,” she cried.

The older black woman continued to pleasure the young white woman until Teresa was exhausted. Then Teresa cuddled up to her new lover and mistress and fell asleep. Dalia held her tightly to her body. She felt victorious and satisfied, as she had finally conquered the young woman. She knew that once their clits had touched, that Teresa was hers.

The next morning Teresa was embarrassed to wake up in the arms of a beautiful black woman. She felt guilty about what had happened last night. Was she queer she asked herself? It felt so good, why do I feel so strange?

Sensing that her soon to be white slave was awake, Dalia kissed Teresa passionately on the lips. Teresa tried to pull away but Dalia, larger and stronger, held her tight. “Don’t you resist me bitch. You know you liked every minute of it,” said Dalia.

Teresa sheepishly stopped trying to get away. Then Dalia forced Teresa down on her vagina and said: “Lick me clean bitch.”

Teresa was a quick learner and she soon brought Dalia to climax. Then Dalia returned the favor. Dalia’s tongue explored the young white woman’s vagina. The pleasure was intense and Teresa gave out a sharp moan. Then she collapsed in the older woman’s arms. Dalia stroked her lover’s dark brown hair and admired the beautiful white body she had just conquered. Teresa now belonged to her.

Later that morning when we all sat down for breakfast, I noticed how cheerful Teresa was. Both Dalia and Teresa looked very beautiful. Teresa didn’t seem to mind when Dalia nuzzled her neck in front of Brent and I. Then Teresa said: “You two must have had a nice time in bed last night, we could hear you enjoying yourselves in the living room.”

I blushed. But then Brent said: “I think you two also had a good time. Teresa’s moaning woke me up.”

Now it was Teresa’s turn to blush. She blushed even more when Dalia announced: “Teresa and I had a long talk this morning and she has agreed to let Brent impregnate her and give birth to a baby that will be for you two.”

“Thank you sis,” I said as I got up and went over and kissed her on the cheek. Then Dalia kissed her passionately on the lips.

“Teresa told me that she had her period ten days ago and that she is very regular, every 28 days. I took her rectal temperature this morning and she hasn’t ovulated yet. But it will be soon, so get ready Brent. By the way Brent no sex with Tammy until after you fulfill your duty with Teresa. You make sure of that Tammy,” said Dalia.

Four days later Dalia came in with the good news. “Teresa is ovulating,” she shouted.

So Brent and I quickly followed her to their bedroom. Teresa was lying naked on the bed. I was going to leave, but Dalia insisted that I had to be part of this. So she quickly instructed me what to do as Brent took off his robe and stood naked facing my sister.

Following Dalia’s instructions I separated Teresa’s pussy lips with my tongue and licked and gently sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before the pleasure caused her to moan. Then I turned to Brent and took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it till it got rock hard. He mounted Teresa while Dalia guided his cock into her throbbing pussy. It was so hot watching his big black cock gently move deeper into my sister’s tight pink pussy. Sis grimaced as if in pain. She had never taken a cock that big before, but Brent was gentle and slowly worked it in. I held Teresa’s right hand while Dalia kissed her lips and gently sucked on her nipples.

Soon both Brent and sis were moaning. Sis enjoying the big black cock that had invaded her pussy and Brent shooting his man seed to fill her womb and create a baby that would belong to all of us. Brent kept his cock inside her even after it had got soft. This was to make sure that no seed spilled out. After about twenty minutes, Dalia said it was OK for him to withdraw, but to do so slowly and gently so that most of his seed would remain inside. Teresa was required to lie on her back for the rest of the day. So that her bladder would be empty, Dalia had forbidden her to drink or eat anything after 5:00 PM the previous evening. Then Dalia made Teresa empty her bladder just before she came to our bedroom telling us that it was time to make a baby.

Later in the month Teresa missed her period, which was good news for us. After six weeks Dalia gave her the pregnancy test and it came back positive. Teresa was pregnant. That night Jennifer and Sara, Dalia’s friends, came over and the six of us celebrated. Then Dalia announced that she had a special gift for the new mother.

Holding up a small box, Dalia said as she faced Teresa: “This is a special gift that I had made for myself and the woman who became my partner. And I can think of nobody more special than you Teresa.”

Then she opened the box and showed everyone the special earrings. Dalia had had my balls made into a pair of earrings. As she placed them on Teresa’s ears, Dalia said: “These once belonged to your brother, but now they are yours to wear proudly.”

Teresa seemed to beam wearing the earrings that had once been my manhood. She would often wear them on special occasions.

It was wonderful watching her belly grow; knowing that all four of us had had a part in making the life inside. But we soon found out that Teresa was expecting non-identical twins, a boy and a girl. So a month before Teresa was due Dalia said she was concerned that my sister might not produce enough milk for two babies.

“I don’t recommend bottle feeding our babies,” said Dalia.

“Well what can we do?” asked Brent.

Dalia turned to me and then to Brent and said: “Brent, there is something that both you and Tammy can do. I want you to start right now to suck Tammy’s tits as hard and as often as you can. If you do that Tammy should be lactating by the time the twins are born.”

Dalia then unbuttoned my blouse and made me remove my bra. Then, cupping my breasts in her hands, said: “You may not be able to conceive and carry a baby for nine months but you are capable of nursing and producing enough milk to feed a baby. The pill I will give you and Brent’s stimulation should cause you to start lactating in a couple of weeks.”

A couple of weeks later I did start lactating. Dalia had me visit her clinic so she could test me to see that everything was OK. My milk was not as rich as Teresa’s, but it would do for the babies. Brent liked the taste of my milk and so he helped himself during the final weeks as we waited for Teresa to give birth.

Teresa’s belly got so big I thought she was going to burst. But Dalia monitored her closely, and when the day came Teresa was rushed to the hospital where Dalia delivered a beautiful and healthy set of twins. We named the boy Brent junior. The girl we named Dalia. Surprisingly they were almost as dark as their father.

Teresa and I took turns breastfeeding the babies. Brent loved watching little Brent suck my tits. He said it was a beautiful sight, watching a big black baby suck on my pale white tits. Again Dalia monitored the situation and made sure that Teresa and me produced plenty of milk for the babies.

Dalia had us wean the babies when they were a year old. For a few months Brent kept me lactating as he enjoyed my milk. But in time he tired of it and I soon dried up, as did Teresa.

When the babies were 18 months, Dalia said it was time for me to complete my transformation. So she took me to a clinic in Mexico that was run by a doctor friend of hers. The operation was more complicated than the simple castration that she had performed on me two years earlier. This time my penis was removed, my urethra rerouted, and a vagina created. Dalia insisted that I stay at the clinic for six months to make sure everything worked and healed properly. Though I couldn’t conceive and bear a child, I was now a woman in almost every respect. I was truly Dalia’s special creation.

Dalia’s Story

Tammy has been very truthful in writing her story. However, I’m writing this post script because there are some details that she is not aware of. Details that only Brent and I know.

Brent called me immediately after Tommy came to rent the room. Tommy’s looks and his birthday caused Brent to believe that he was the reincarnation of a girl that he loved and who was killed in an automobile accident. Her name was Tammy and she died the day Tommy was born. She was a beautiful tall brunette with dark brown eyes just like Tommy.

So I agreed to help Brent bring Tammy back through Tommy. So when they had supper that first night, Brent put a special drug in Tommy’s wine. It caused lethargy, making Tommy think that he had the flu. Brent continued to administer the drug so Tommy would remain tired and sleepy. When I was called in to examine Tommy, I took a blood sample, which was negative of course. But I pretended that he had a serious infection. This enabled me to give him fast acting hormone injections disguised as antibiotics. The hormone injections and the patch worked quite well and he was quickly feminized.

However, I also wanted to castrate him. But I had to make him request it. So I told him about the fictional treatment to reverse the feminization process. For the testicle injections I used a combination of female hormones and special chemicals to cause irritation and swelling. After a few minutes of that drug cocktail, Tommy begged me to castrate him. After that it was easy to complete the transformation of Tommy into Tammy, Dalia’s special creation.