Thai Plastic

Much later I discovered that our herbal tea that Tammie, Pearl and I drank by the bucket, was laced with estrogen. They told me that it was natural compounds only, but I doubt it. Anyway, one of the side-effects (I am told) is passivity, so maybe that explains why I could not be angry with them.

The options to restore something equivalent to male genitals all involved major surgery and risk of failure to function as a male anyway. Frankly the description they gave me turned my stomach so much that I started to consider not even bothering. I am not sure that I ever made that decision, but time just moved on, and I was discharged, and the urgency of it seemed to fade.

In reality, the only real change for me is that I now needed to sit down to pee, but that was no big deal. And I also needed to do "dilation" but that became a thing with Tammie and Pearl, and we just did it every morning as part of a yoga session, with herbal tea and restful music. It was just our thing.

I did talk to the Clinic about legal action, but they had signed forms so they could fight it. As a compromise the head of the clinic asked whether my plastic business could make stents and other smaller plastic items for medical use. I won a small contract, and that led to a bigger one with a Medical Equipment supplier in the heart of Bangkok, being offered to us.

I did not tell Ben how we won the initial contract, but it did not take long for him to see the results. He said: "So now you have us making dildos?" They are not, of course, but we could laugh about it. Ben found he could get sales in Australia and even in North America. It made a big impact on our profit -- a very positive one.

I still had not told anybody back in Australia that I was now virtually living as a woman, let alone that I my anatomy had been completely transformed by drugs and surgery without me ever approving of it. To be honest, even telling the story to myself it was totally unbelievable. But there I was. The living proof.

Ben decided to come to Thailand to settle terms. I was happy for him to come. We needed to meet after almost a year, but how would he react to the way I looked? I even tried dressing in male clothes in front of the mirror with my hair up hidden in a cap. I looked ridiculous. Not like a man at all. What made it all the more ridiculous was that I had a pair of breasts thrusting into my shirt, even without a bra, not to mention that I had a pussy between my legs.

I decided to go to the airport and meet him as I was -- as a woman.

I had always adopted my male voice when talking to him over the phone, although quite recently (perhaps since the surgery?) he had observed that I sounded different -- he said "a bit gay". I knew that he would be unprepared. Just as he was getting on his flight I sent him an SMS message to say that I would meet him at the airport, but he may not recognize me, so I would be wearing a yellow flower in my hair.

I am not sure what he would have been thinking on that flight. Perhaps he imagined I might just have a small flower behind one ear. Instead I had my hair up in a do, with a large yellow hibiscus pinned in, to match my yellow dress. I had to walk right up to him before there was a glimmer of recognition. His mouth fell open and all I could do was laugh.

I told him that for years sharing a household with two ladyboys had rubbed off on me. I did not tell him anything about the surgery. He just thought that the whole thing was a practical joke at his expense. But as I drove him to the factory he started to understand that this was not a costume. It was my hair, and my body, and my face had no trace of a beard, and my voice was very different.

And at the factory I was in full girl mode. Ben noticed immediately that the majority of the staff were women and that I was one of them. And the men on the staff treated me as a woman. But he could see that I had built a great team.

"How long have you been living like this?" he asked me. I had to think about it. I had last been home for my daughter's 11th birthday, and by that time I had already been living a feminine life for almost a year. Now it was over a year since I had been home, so we figured out almost two and a half years. Which is why it had become so natural.

He stayed overnight in my spare room and met Tammie and Pearl. I think that he understood more. Pearl even suggested that he should try a dress on. The idea was absurd -- Ben was much bigger than me and muscular. He was a man, and for the first time I noticed what a really attractive man he was.

We drank. I told Ben to avoid the herbal tea. He stuck with beer.

In the morning we went to the offices of the medical supplies company, and settled the terms of our contract. Ben was unsurprised that I wore women's clothes. He would never see me in anything else again, but he did not know that. I power-dressed for the meeting and quickly won the hearts of the men we were dealing with. One of them told Ben that I was a very capable woman and what they call "the hind legs of the elephant" -- a power house. But they also told him that I was also kulasatrii, meaning (I think) truly feminine.

When Ben told me that I felt a thrill that was something special. It was a compliment paid to a woman, so I hope they never knew that I had not always been one. But more than that I felt that both things said about me were very high praise -- perhaps the nicest thing that has ever been said about me. In truth I suppose, is that as a guy I had always felt that I was not a high-achiever -- that I had always fallen short of my own expectations. Now as a woman, maybe everybody's expectations were (very unfairly) lower, but I felt powerful and successful, and feminine too.

They invited us to dinner. I had Tammie run me up suitable dress and (after I had shown Ben a few sights in the afternoon) I went to have my hair done. I felt that I needed to go all out kulasatrii, now that the contract was signed. If Ben had been shocked at seeing the new me at the airport, he was blown away by the me that would be going to dinner.

It was a banquet such as only the Thais can put on -- Thai food has to be the best food in the world, and when washed down with the local Chang Beer and a little of the Sang Som and Mekhong liquors, no night could be better. Some ladies had been invited as a courtesy to me, but the they spoke little English so I could concentrate my charms on all the men. It was really the first time that I had done that, but I was good at it.

Ben and I decided that we should not try to go back to the beach that night. The banquet had been at a private dining room in an inner city hotel, and a two bedroom suite was made available to us. It seemed simpler to stay over.

As we went up in the lift Ben looked at me and asked a very challenging question: "Who are you?"

I had to think about it, but my reply was that I was somebody else. Not the person he had gone into business with all those years ago. "I am me, but I guess I am a woman now," I said.

And to prove it when we got into our room I let my dress fall to the floor so that he could see that it was true. I might have told myself that was the only reason, to show that my body had changed irreversibly and there was no going back, but what person in my position would not guess what any real man's response might be? I was standing there naked and beautiful. My nipples were sticking out and despite it being medically unlikely, my pussy felt as if it was getting moist.

I pulled the pins out of my hair and let that soft curls fall around my shoulders. It would be stupid to suggest that this was a whim. I had asked the hairdresser to avoid hairspray and too many pins for just this moment. I knew what it was designed to achieve, and it did just that.

Ben unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. The huge erection that had been restrained with undoubted discomfort, sprung up and pointed at me, accusingly. It was easy for him -- he did not know me. Only minutes before he had asked me: "Who are you?"

But I knew him. This was Ben, my business partner. He knew my wife and children, for God's sake. This was a man, who, within moments (I hoped) would be deep inside me. If there was a momentary pause to consider the enormity of it all, it could have been measured in milliseconds. He was all over me and I was responding. We were kissing and licking and groping like crazed animals.

I just had to remove the formed device in my vagina. I made a joke about always carrying a sample of our goods with me, but the only thought in his head was to get his penis into that sleeve -- its perfectly fashioned lips seemed to be mouthing theri own welcome to him.

So somewhere in all of this my preference in sexual partners had changed. I had always regarded myself as a heterosexual male, but clearly I was no longer that. Maybe I thought that I would still be attracted only to women. Certainly, I did not find Thai men attractive, and I was always looking women, but differently. I never imagined myself engaging in lesbian sex -- I was never a generous lover with my wife, in that direction. Conventional face to face sex was my preference, and it still is.

So I lay on the bed and received a man for the first time. Ben was big, as in bigger than I had ever been, but with lubrication he slipped in easily. I felt complete at that moment. But when he started to pump me, I went completely crazy. I started to make noises -- little girly squeaks and groans. My curls tossed across the pillow and Ben took in the perfume. He started to groan too. The moment of simultaneous orgasm was exquisite.

I knew that this was how I was going to be from now on.

Trying to explain all of this to my estranged wife and my children, was something for the future, but for now it was this moment of pure joy.

We lay on the bed, now soaked with cum and sweat, my soft arm across his hairy chest. He said: "I guess this changes everything".

He was right.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2019