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Author’s note:
As always, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context.
In case you can’t be bothered with all of that, here is a synopsis for you:
Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over achieving sisters. He lived in their hand me downs and was shunned by his parents and siblings, living the life of a loner. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She found him in a pair of his sister’s underwear and has encouraged him to live the life he wants to live, dressed as a woman, something Becca finds a huge turn on. Along the way Rune’s had an interlude, and an argument, with Stella, his female landlord and a night out with Becca and her team, after which Becca established that she can’t be exclusive to Rune, and his landlords have just invited him away for a dirty weekend, starting with a trip to a cosmetic surgeon.
And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks!
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I pried open my eyes and saw that Steve was still in the drivers seat. Stella was up front and next to him. She must have sensed that I had awoken, and turned to look at me.
“Hey sleepy head. How you doing?” She asked.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stretched. Farmland stretched off in the distance to our right as we headed east on I-80. An unbroken row of trees was all I could see out to our left.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, then yawned.
“Well, you fell asleep pretty much as soon as we left, so I’d say two hours.”
“I’m sorry,” I added. “I had to really push to get my paper in early so that I could come away and not be working on it.”
“You didn’t miss much, Rune,” said Steve. “We are going to stop in about 5 miles in Princeton. I really need to pee and I think we could all do with some second breakfast.”
He really must have been desperate as he threw the keys to Stella as soon as he killed the engine and left the two of us to make our own way into the family run restaurant. The service was quick and it wasn’t long before we were devouring our meals. Steve had the Mexican skillet, I went the cinnamon French toast and Stella ordered the short stack.
We chatted about the last few days, and my companions, who were also my landlords, eventually asked me about Becca. Becca was a soccer player that I had a ‘thing’ going with. We were kind of an item but not exclusive. I was supposed to be going out with her and her team this weekend, but had to cancel after Steve and Stella made the offer for me to spend the weekend away with them.
I finished my last bite of toast and took a gulp of my diet coke and looked at Steve. “I think she was a bit stunned actually. She knew that Stella had helped me get some clothes together but I hadn’t told her much more than that. When I told her that you guys had invited me away for a funky weekend, she went a bit quiet on me.”
Stella looked a little concerned. “Is this going to cause trouble for you?”
“It is a bit late for that now.” I replied, and took another mouthful of my soda. “But I don’t think so. She was the one who made it clear she wants to be with me but not exclusively. She can’t complain if I’m not exclusive to her.”
“She might want that though,” Stella added. “Did you tell her about our plans to visit my cousin?”
Stella’s cousin in Chicago worked in cosmetic surgery. Stella had lined up a visit for me with her as part of our weekend away.
“No. No. I thought I’d keep that detail to myself for now. I don’t want to get any ideas or try to talk me into getting some oversized boob enhancements.”
Steve had seemed more interested in his last few jalapenos than the conversation up to that point. Now he was suddenly interested.
“So, speaking of sizes, what are you thinking of going?”
By the look on Stella’s face, Steve had just beaten her in asking that question of me. I told them that I didn’t want anything ridiculous, and would ideally like a B sized cup, but would be open to a smaller option if that was a professional’s advice.
Steve was a gentleman and paid the bill for us all and we hit the road again, using the I-80 and then headed north on I-55.
On the way we talked more about our lives. I filled Steve in on some of what I’d told Stella, plus some new background information even she hadn’t heard, and gave them an insight into my fucked up life and dysfunctional family. Steve spoke about his IT job and how it had him traveling so much, but paid fairly well. Stella told me more about their high school romance and fairytale wedding as they both went off to College together. Steve then let me know that he, with Stella’s approval, was going to leave us once we got to our first stop. He had a chance to catch up with an old high school buddy nearby, and would be able to come back to us at short notice.
Close to Chicago Midway we turned south and then before I knew it, we were standing outside the centre gemlik escort where Valorie worked.
Stella kissed Steve and joined me outside the truck.
She took my hands, looked at me and smiled. “You ready to go find out about boobies kiddo?” I nodded and she broke her hold on me and we turned and headed in.
The building housed many different medical offices and consultancies covering all sorts of medical issues. We eventually entered the cosmetic office and asked to see Valorie.
The receptionist had been asked to keep an eye out for us as I was given a number of forms to fill in and disclaimers to sign. After about 20 minutes I was told by a stunning busty redhead clinician, who introduced herself as Dakota, that Valorie would see us as soon as she could, but in the meantime she would assist me.
Stella and I were then led into a consult room and I was asked a number of questions based on my answers on the forms. We then got to a stage where Dakota seemed to be out of questions.
“This might be a bit unprofessional of me, but I have to say that of all the clients of the business that I have encountered who have not undergone hormone therapy or surgery, you are the most naturally feminine.”
I blushed.
“Don’t,” she said. “You have some amazing genetics by the look of it.”
I told her that my mom was a Danish teen beauty pageant winner in her earlier years, that my four sisters were all part time models and for years many people actually thought I was a fifth sister.
Dakota then informed me shed would leave and that I was to put on the hospital robe that was on the chair behind me. She would then come back momentarily and take me off for a full body scan. This process took about another 25 minutes. I was then led back to the consult room where Stella was chatting with a tall brunette who could have been her sister. The similarity between the two was uncanny. I took a seat and immediately was glad I did so. The two women in front of me caused a pretty swift erection to develop.
“You must be Valorie?” I asked.
She nodded and laughed. “Let me guess, you are about to say we look alike? So, Rune, I’ve read up on everything but I still have a few questions. Firstly, are you sure you want to take this step?”
I nodded and proceeded to tell her a bit more about my upbringing, and how I just seemed so comfortable spending my time as a female throughout my life and especially since Becca came along. She prodded some more for about 15 minutes and seemed to be psychoanalyzing my every response.
“Rune, usually I would recommend a course of counseling before we go any further. Stella is willing to vouch for you and your background and disposition don’t seem to raise any red flags. So, lets talk size preferences.”
“I don’t want to look like a tramp. I was thinking a B cup.”
Valorie motioned to the large display screen on the wall. A featureless body shape appeared.
“This is your scan.” She said. “Or at least a representation of your shape as scanned. We also took some internal baseline data, but that is a different story. You have been gifted with some great form Rune. I see from Dakota’s notes that you have some family who are models or pageant winners. That figures. So lets do some image wizardry but lets not talk cup sizes but cubic centimeters.”
Valorie then proceeded to walk me through what different size options would like and how different materials would look when in place under my skin. All of this was displayed in great detail on my scan. It was all a bit more technical than what I was expecting.
“So we agree that given your small frame, 235cc would give you the desired look you want? With a transaxillary incision and submuscular placement of a round silicone implant” She asked. I nodded and she proceeded to select options on her screen before excusing herself to go and deal with another consultation.
Dakota reappeared after a while with some fruit juice in glasses and a jug for refills, and sandwiches on a platter, handing Stella her juice first and waiting for her to finish it before refilling it and handing her a sandwich pack and then doing the same for me.
Dakota put the platter down and asked me to lie down on the examination table at the back of the room. She then told me I needed a final once over, fully undressed, and asked whether I would consent to her completing this.
I was a little hesitant, as my boner had not dissipated, but gave her the go ahead and got out of the robe and walked over to her and took my position, with my mast at full attention. She gave me a warm smile and, with a glint in her eye, she touched a finger here and there and looked at a chart she had placed on the bench next to her, nodding every now and then as if everything was ok.
She worked her way down my torso and eventually came to my rock hard, and leaking erection. She then smiled at me and took it gently in one hand and gave it a squeeze, making me squark.
At altıparmak escort that instant the door opened and Valorie returned, carrying a rectangular box.
“Dakota! Leave her alone!” She exclaimed.
“Aww, come on boss,” said Dakota, “I needed to see what she was sporting. Plus I wanted a closer inspection of all her magnificence.”
Stella laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair.
“You mean this examination was not part of the consultation?”
Dakota gave me one more squeeze and shook her head. She took a finger and dabbed it into my leaking fluid before putting the finger between her lips.
“Dakota, just go away. We don’t want a lawsuit now, do we?”
Dakota explained to Valorie that she had obtained consent, but then looked at me and apologized before leaving the room.
Valorie asked me to remain where I was and then took a position standing next to me and apologized profusely. Stella was still chuckling in the background.
“Rune, whilst you are a perfect candidate for the implants we have discussed, I really think you should give this six to 12 months before we implant. We can’t fit you in for surgery for 72 days anyway, but my advice is to give yourself more time to adjust to the new you. In the meantime, I’d suggest you use these.”
She put her hand into the box and pulled out a breast form which had my exact skin tone.
“These have been 3d printed by Kevin, our wiz kid, down in our tech facility in the basement. He’s been experimenting with some new techniques and materials and is looking for some willing trial participants. These prosthetics are cutting edge. They get glued in place with a 96 hour breathable glue. If the edges are visible we can hid them with a new biopaint which hides the edges if they become problematic.”
“This stuff was approved for use with burns patients last year and we’ve started to find other uses for it. He has laser shaped the inside so that they are shaped to exactly your chest contours and own nipple. Kevin’s gifted in what he does, a real craftsman when it comes to breasts. The good news is, I can fit them now and, as part of the trial, there is no financial cost to you. We do however need some ongoing feedback and data from you, with an optional promotional opportunity down the track if you feel inclined.”
I looked to Stella. She raised an eyebrow.
“So I can walk out of here with those on me?”
Valorie laughed, “Absolutely. We have made these 238cc in volume, to compensate for the different fitting method and the skin tone is to within 99.27% of your natural levels. Shall we do this? We need about 40 minutes all up. But first I need to give you an injection into each breast fit area to stimulate your skin. You may experience some over sensitivity in that area over the next 24 hours or so but it will lead to a better result for your dirty weekend away.”
“You know about that?” I asked.
“Oh honey,” Valorie said, smiling sweetly and batting her eyelids, “Stella and I share all our dirty secrets.”
The process went so well that the biopaint was not needed, but a supply was given to me anyway, and I sitting up ready to get dressed in just on 30 minutes. The care and maintenance procedures were simple and wouldn’t require too much hassle. The only complication was my dripping erection.
Valorie looked at Stella with an evil look. “Can I take care of that for you Stell?” She asked.
Stella proceeded to answer with a definite ‘no’ as she didn’t want any less ‘juice in the tank’ as we headed into the weekend.
I stood and felt the weight of my new chest pull at me. I was told it would take some getting used to, but that would quickly pass, especially given I had not gone crazy with sizing’s. Looking down I was amazed at the view. I now had a set of breasts that looked fantastic and I could hardly make out the transition line between me and the prosthetics.
I used to be able to look down and see all my torso. Now, I had to lean forward and look down to be able to see everything down there.
Stella came over and wanted to feel them but was waved off by Valorie as she said the glue needed a little more time to fully bond before anyone got overly touchy with them.
A few ice cubes later, I was tucked and dressed and realizing that I needed a new bra. I was spilling out of my padded A cup and feeling quite uncomfortable. An also a little off balance as I walked.
Valorie turned to Stella and gave her a warm farewell hug. “You have a great weekend Stell,” she said, “And just remember, I love you.”
Stella froze. “Valorie, what have you done?” She asked.
“Just remember I love you and Steve more than you can imagine.”
Stella frowned and waved a finger at her cousin, and then backed away.
With a hug from Valorie, I took the lead and headed out to the reception area, but not before Dakota stopped and gave me a hug and a firm ass grope.
She then whispered in my ear “Have a great time away. osmangazi escort If you ever want to go out for banana pancakes after a night or partying, you know where to find me.”
I blushed and walked out, with Stella chuckling away behind me.
It was only when we got to the pick up point outside that I realized why Stella had chuckled.
“You know Dakota packs seven inches under her scrubs?” She asked.
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Steve wolf whistled playfully as I got into the back of the truck.
“Impressive,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you with an ‘upgrade’ this quickly.”
“Neither did I.”
Steve laughed and we headed off. He was amazed at the stories we told him about our morning and told us about his catch up with a buddy and his trip to a supermarket to load up on supplies, the most vital of which were now chilling in cooler.
We stopped at a mall about half way along the I-55 for some light burritos for lunch. Stella then suggested we go look at some new bras for me. Steve said he’d come if we went to Victoria’s Secret, but Stella suggested Macy’s was going to be just as good and sent him off to the Bass fishing shop.
I acquired a number of different types of bras, but Stella had insisted we have a quick look at some other items. A blue sleeveless sheath dress, a stunning long black asymmetric neck dress, a faux-wrap short sleeve dress in cobalt were added in quick measure. I couldn’t resist the white strapless bustier, I came across and paired it with a white lace thong. It was quite a bill, but worth it, as it was a substantial addition to my wardrobe.
I thought we were heading back to Steve when Stella pushed me into VS.
“He would just be a pain in the ass in here with us. We did a quick scan and decided to mess with Steve by twinning in the same outfit, an idea that our helpful sales assistant found intriguing. Seeing as I had such pale skin, Stella really liked the idea of me in something ‘slut red’ in color. We spoke briefly about sharing a changing room but decided we needed to be speedy so went side by side. A satin open cup balconette bra and matching thong was chosen, along with a satin strapless corset set.
We went to pay and, against my protestations, Stella covered the lot arguing that Steve would not mind, as he would be a benefactor of these purchases.
An hour and a half later we met Steve at his pickup truck and loaded our haul of goodies into the back.
Steve went to say something but Stella pulled him into a kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and said “You can thank me later.”
Stella went to climb into the back with me but was reprimanded by Steve who reminded her that they had agreed she would sit up front with him so that her amazing willpower, which had been shown to be less than amazing the other night, would not be tested.
We made it down to where the I-55 extends into state route 126 and then kept going, through the sunny mid afternoon through farmlands and stands of trees that shone with fall colors.
We were about 5 miles out when Stella turned to me and extended her hand. I took it in mine and she bit her lip.
Steve picked up on our vibes and told us both to calm down. He insisted that there would be no shenanigans until we had unpacked and all had a drink. She took back her hand but kept making eyes at me, building the tension between us.
‘Fuck, this is going to be intense’ I thought, my mouth going dry and my heart starting to race as my dick pushed against its confines.
As we turned off the main street that ran around the lake and into the semi hidden driveway of the cabin, I was feeling flush with excitement. The cottage was rustic looking. The lake was just 50 feet away. A light breeze was blowing through the trees and sending leaves rustling along the ground.
We unpacked supplies Steve had brought from the truck in short order and soon had the food items stowed away in the fridge and pantry. Stella led all three of us outside the back door and wiped down the outside table whilst Steve checked the grill.
I meandered off towards the lake, taking in the view. A small jetty began where the waterline began, much like most of the properties I could see up and down our side of the lake. Larger properties, some with floating pontoons dotted the lakeside opposite. The only sounds were the breeze doing its thing and a few birds off in the distance.
A hand touched up against mine.
I looked down and Stella’s pinky finger snaked around mine.
“Come with me.” She said and led me past a smiling Steve to the truck, and we grabbed the bags with our personal belongings, and our shopping.
“So which room shall I take?” I asked.
The two exchanged looks and Stella nodded to one door “You can either have the second room and have a rickety bunk bed, or you can share the master suite and the king bed with us. Your call. But drop your bags here and follow me.”
She shed her jacket and walked away.
I blushed and followed her through into a bedroom which was surprisingly modern, given the look of the rest of the Cabin. A fairly new looking king bed took up most of the space and a line of mirrored wardrobes lined a side wall. A bank of floor to ceiling windows looked out to the lake.
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